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I was no stranger to cruising the urinal for random cock by any means but in this particular moment I just really needed to piss as I entered the men's room at flinders street station a noticed a man standing at the far right end of the urinal he was probably in his mid to late forties, salt and pepper hair, fair skin wearing and dark grey jumper and blue jeans as acknowledge my approach and looked at me and gave me a half smile it was then that I noticed his ice blue eyes that honestly were enough to make me weak at the knees. As I pulled my cock at and began.to release my stream of piss he cleared his throat and said " how's it going mate?" "W..well thank you and your self?" I replied timidly as it was a little unusual for me. To strike up conversation in the situation ( or so I had thought) " yeah good mate, could use a Root if I am being honest this lockdown business makes it hard to get off aye" he said with a grin, it was then I noticed that he was stroking his cock gently and had a semi at this point just looking at his thick stiffening cock got me hard immediately " it's a good day for it " I replied just as a second man joined us at the urinal and pulled out his already hard cock and began to stroke as he agreed aloud " it's a nice day to poz up another lucky faggot isn't it John?" He said as he glanced over at the first man " always a good day to bring another boy into the fold Rick, does he want it though" I stood there shocked and Frozen in fear But also more excited than I had ever been in my entire life I had always fantasied about getting knocked up by one or more willing daddies and long had I hoped that maybe one of the random loads I'd taken up my hungry hole would be poz and infect me but now that the opportunity and present Ed it self so Earnestly I wasn't sure what to do, do I say no and walk away like a "good boy" or do I give in to these cravings and, as my mind raced John firmly grabbed my hand and started leading me to the cubicals, before I could react I felt Rick roughly grab the scruff of my neck as he whispered in my ear , just go with it mate this is happening (to be continued)

PART 3 The man then stood in front of me and started unzipping his gray dress pants. I stared at the volume there and I would be lying if I said I had never noticed it. Several times I found myself wondering during class how big it must be. When he pulled it out of his underwear and put it out, I finally got my answer. Moa's cock was big, with a pointy head. The skin around the glans didn't come off completely because it was much thicker when it got close to the cock's base. It was light brown, very smooth, but it was thicker than mine. The middle part seemed to be the thickest part and must have been twice the thickness of the head. It must have about eight inches, but I still had a dick bigger than his, despite mine being much thinner. He grabbed my head and started pulling me towards his cock. I had never done that before and I didn't have any experience, so I just opened my mouth as wide as I could. Andrew tried to get up from the couch and move away, but the teacher said: "Stay there, I want you to see everything. I like to have sex with someone watching and smelling the sex. It's that or no A.” Andrew leaned back against the sofa and stared. Moa's glans had just passed my lips and I could taste the precum it was releasing. It was sweet but at the same time salty. It wasn't bad and I wanted to feel more. "Open wide now and relax your jaw," he ordered. I did that and the teacher started to dig deeper and deeper. Andrew watched everything closely and he was a witness to the first cock that invaded my throat, causing me to choke. Then came the unexpected, Moa held my head tight and thrust his cock with great force. I felt the glans of that cock hit the top of my mouth before it went all the way to my throat. I backed away, scared, and he said he was very horny. I straightened up and slowly put that thing in my mouth and sucked it slowly. I just thought about how I was enjoying it, even with Andrew watching everything. Maybe his presence there made everything even better. I closed my eyes and, in a few seconds, I was sucking that very tasty cock, like a bitch. "You learn fast, but I want to fuck you", the man said. "Andrew said it was just a blowjob", I protested. “Alex, please, I need an A”, my friend begged. I looked at Moa and he was starting to unbuckle his belt. Then he opened his shirt and I could see all the tattoos on his body. Some had only tribal designs, while others had symbols I recognized. One in particular caught my eye, it was on his right chest and showed the symbol of something toxic. His nipple was right in the middle of the drawing and he had a silver piercing. I was already hard watching the scene. "Take off your clothes and let's go to the bedroom", he said. "And you can only wear your underwear", he told Andrew. I was completely naked and tried to hide my erection with my arms as I followed the man around the house. That didn't seem to work and Andrew said: “What a big cock you have, I wish mine was as big as yours. And if you are so hard, you're enjoying it. Thank you for your help.” "It's not a big deal", I replied shyly.

Who's on the Menu "Now that restaurants are open again, let's go out to dinner on Friday" I texted Gabriel on Thursday morning. "Not in budget unless we hit dollar menu. Sorry" he replied a little while later. "Im buying" I sent back right away. "ok. I got a coupon 4 chicken if u need" was his reply. I smiled and knew it was working out just as I had hoped. "wear ur sunday best. going to nice place" I sent him Friday morning. I picked him up on Friday evening and he looked really good. Well, the uber picked him up. He almost looked as good dressed up as he did naked. "You're lookin' good. Got a hot date?" I asked, grinning. "Yeah he is, but I don't know why I had to dress up to go to the drive-thru" Gabriel shot back. "I gotta feed you so you're strong enough for a good workout later" I replied. The driver glanced back and shook his head, probably hoping I wouldn't start fucking Gabriel in the back seat. "What??? Here?" he asked as the uber pulled up to Sal's Mediterranean Grill. It was one of my favorite places and had earned rave reviews for years. Finally it was open again and I was eager to enjoy another meal there. I knew the manager, Andrew, and I hoped that most of the old wait staff was still there. Andrew was happy to hear from me and took my reservation even though he said they were at capacity. We went in and were ushered to a table in a side room and Gabriel looked at me curiously. "They were full, but since I know the manager they squeezed us in" I explained. We sat down and one of the waiters came over to take our drink order and deliver some water. "Good to see you again. Thank you for coming back after this interesting time" he said to me and then "Welcome, it's good to see new faces too" to Gabriel. I could see the staff was running around more frantically than in the past. I definitely knew they didn't have as many customers as pre-covid but even between the limited number of tables allowed they were short staffed. Gabriel and I sipped our wine and waited for the food to arrive. When we had finished the main course, Andrew stopped by the table. "I hope everything was acceptable" he said in that distinctive Jamaican accent. "Delicious as always, Andrew. Thank you" I said. Gabriel smiled and agreed. "Is this the sexy man you were telling me about?" Andrew asked. "Yes it is" I replied. "Ah, very nice. You have excellent taste, Craig" Andrew said before changing focus and looking straight at me. "Could you give me a few minutes, please? They have something for you to try at the bar" he asked. "Of course" I said, pushing my chair back and getting up. Gabriel gave me a concerned look, but I just smiled back at him and gave him a reassuring nod. As I walked to the bar, Andrew sat down at one of the other chairs at the table and began to talk to Gabriel. I should have warned him, but I knew he would just get nervous. They had a very nice glass of wine waiting for me at the bar and it was good to see Diego bartending like the old days. I'd look back every few minutes, hoping that Gabriel hadn't run off, but the two kept talking. When both of them sat back in their chairs and I could see smiles on both of their faces, I knew it was going well. Andrew pulled his phone out and called someone, the call only lasted a minute or so but his head kept nodding through the call. My glass was suddenly refilled, and Diego gave me a wink. "It's a new wine on the menu. The boss thought you would like it" he told me. I nodded my approval and then made my regular glance back at the table. Several minutes later, when he saw me look over, Andrew motioned for me to come back to the table. I said goodbye to Diego and took my glass with me. "See you on Tuesday" Andrew said to Gabriel as I got there. He turned to me and said "Thank you, I think this will be great for all of us" before walking away. I sat down and looked over at Gabriel. His face had a stunned look on it which slowly turned to a smile. "You set me up for an interview at one of the best restaurants in the city?" he asked after a long pause. "You got dinner too. I hope you don't mind, but I thought you were ready to add this craziness to your life" I said. "Oh my god, no... I'm just... amazed. I have to make it through training next week, but this will be just like my last job in San Francisco. He even knew my old boss and called him for a reference" Gabriel said. "I guess it was a good one" I asked, grinning back to him. "Mmhmm" he replied just as the waiter came up, delivering two coffees and a large piece of chocolate cake. "I didn't order cake, Tony" I said, looking surprised since I had never had an order mistake in that restaurant. "Compliments of the house. It's good to see old friends again and to meet new co-workers too" he explained. Turning to Gabriel he said "I look forward to working with you. I understand you come highly recommended and should fit in here well." We finished up and headed back to my place. Once inside, the clothes came off and we laid down on the bed. While my dating experience was pretty limited, I knew that we were too stuffed and drunk to even think about sex. We spooned and he really felt good in my arms, but I wondered how long this was going to last. In the morning, I made up for the lack of sex the night before. From the moment he stirred around eight until we made it into the shower just past noon we were fucking. He liked to stare out of the windows as he knelt on the couch while I fucked him. "Too bad no one can see us. I bet we look hot" he said just before I shot another load into his ass. We went back into the bedroom for a break and then he crawled on top of me and rode me. It wasn't a position that I fucked in much, since I like to be in control. I found out he liked to be in control sometimes too. We'd lounge for a few hours and then one of us would attack the other and we'd fuck again. The loads Saturday evening were pretty meager, but my cock was having no problem staying hard. Sunday morning we woke and started all over again. We were pretty ripe by then but neither one of us minded. It just added another dimension to the sex until Sunday night we ended up in the shower. Waking up Monday morning with someone else in bed was a new experience for me. I had to get to work but there was a sexy body in my bed and my cock wanted to play. I took a shower and then opened the laptop to see what waited for me. My morning coffee break was a lot more fun than normal, but we were rudely interrupted mid-fuck by a phone call. I called them back a few minutes later after depositing my load into Gabriel's well used ass and apologized and explained I was in the restroom. After getting a call from his mom wondering if he was ever coming home, Gabriel left after lunch. My afternoon was a lot more productive but not nearly as enjoyable.

I think I was used by straight guys.... and I loved it. Last night, I was messaging with a top on Sniffies, it was an anon profile and kinda slow with replies so I didn't think anything would come of it. After it got a little later, the guy said he wanted to fuck now but I had to come to him. He was an on duty firefighter and he wanted to fuck me in a storage area at his firehouse. He told me to park a bit away and walk over. While I'm on my way, he asks if another guy can fuck me too, I say yes. I walk over, was about to give up because no response to text, then door cracks open. I go in and there's one guy, late 30s, fit, average looks, average cock, six inch cut, who I assume is the guy I was talking to. I go to suck his cock and he pushes me away. He tells me to pull down my pants, bend over a desk that's shoved in the corner and not to talk. He pulls out his cock and starts jerking to get hard. Not working so he pulls out his phone and I can hear straight porn at a very low volume. He gets hard and starts fucking me with spit only, still watching the porn on his phone. After about five minutes I hear the door open and close. Another guy comes in, older guy, mid 40s, and I hear him say "let me go first I have to go back in". He also says "Don't let him go, Al needs him too". The guy who was fucking me pulls out and the older guy moves into place. He starts slapping his dick on my ass to get hard and I can feel that his dick is a lot bigger. I take a hit of poppers and he didn't seem too happy about that... Told me no more and to make sure I took them with me. He pushed in and started pumping my ass with full long strokes. He did this for about two minutes and then shot his load with little more than a grunt. He pulled out, said see you inside to the other guy and left. The first guy, still watching the porn on his phone, slide back in. He seems to be trying but struggling to cum. After about ten minutes he finally shoots his load in me. He pulls out, pulls his pants up and tells me to stay where I am. Another guy is gonna fuck me but he doesn't like to do it with anyone else there. He leaves. About 10 minutes later this super hot latino guys comes into the room. I don't think he was straight, not sure if he was out. He was whispering dirty talk about the cum in my ass, and started eating my hole. I asked to suck his cock and he said yes. Really nice uncut cock, about 8 inches. I sucked him for a bit then he told me to turn over. I took another hit of poppers and this guy asked if he could have some. He started fucking me and it was pretty clear he was enjoying my ass a lot. He fucked for about 15 minutes, with intermittent breaks to lick up the cum he was fucking out of my ass. He cam hard, covering his face with his shirt to muzzle the noise. We got dressed, he told me to wait five minutes and then go out through the door I cam in. I said, I hope to come back again and he said, "I doubt it. They never use the same guy twice" This is defiantly one of the hottest fucks that I've had in a long time!

PART 2 Mr. Jenkins was our teacher. His name was actually Moacyr Jenkins, but he didn't like it, so he asked us to call him by his nickname, Moa. The guy was a real asshole in the classroom and hardly anyone liked him. He was above average rude with the students and his tests were the most demanding at school. “What way?” I asked. “I need your help, you said you would do anything for me.” "Anything", I confirmed. “Moa wanted me to suck his dick in exchange for an A. You know he's not married and there were always rumors that he was gay, but I've never confirmed it. Now I'm sure but I have a problem. You know I don't like cock.” “And you want me to...” "If you suck Moa in my place, he said he'll give me the A", Andrew said. “You're kidding, right?” “What's the problem, Alex? You said anything. If you suck his dick, I'll have sex with you every day until graduation. I thought about that a bit. Graduation was in two weeks, so I would have plenty of time to be with Andrew. The problem was, I was still a virgin and I was saving myself for him. I didn't want Moa to be my first. The man was six feet tall, in his forties and had a body covered in tattoos, while I was a small tomboy with no hair on my body. “I don't know...”, was my answer. “You'll save my life, Alex, I'll owe you forever. He is inside the school; I'll call him saying you accepted.” I waited apprehensively while he called Mr. Jenkins. A few minutes later, the man walked through the school's lobby and came towards us. There was a sly grin beneath his thick black mustache. "Alex", he greeted squeezing my hand tightly. “Do I have your word that you'll give me an A?”, Andrew asked. “The gradebook is at my house, you’ll need to come with us, you can watch everything and then I'll change your grade. “Watch?”, I asked, swallowing hard. "I need a witness that I have your consent to what we are going to do", Moa said. “Now let's go to the car, it's better that no one sees the three of us here together.” I followed Andrew and our Geography teacher to a black car that was parked on the school street. The two of them made an agreement along the way, but I didn't pay attention to anything. I could just think that I was going to suck my teacher while the guy I liked was watching. Moa's house was a couple of neighborhoods away, so it took us about fifteen minutes to get there. He parked the car in the garage and we entered the old high-walled house. The yard was large and there were a few meters of free land between the neighboring houses, guaranteeing us privacy. “Do you want some water?” he asked. "No, I want to get this over with," said Andrew. I just shook my head. The man poured himself a large glass, saying he was about to lose too much fluid, and drank it down in one gulp. I watched in awe as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "I haven't had a student for a couple of years, the last one I had to take by force," he said. “It was a beautiful proposal to offer your friend to me, I would never have this idea alone. I stopped investing in students when they threatened to call the police.” I looked at Andrew, realizing that this had been his plan from the beginning. Moa had never said that he would change his grade if he sucked his cock, he had offered my services without my knowing anything. But now I was already there, so I wasn't going to go back. Andrew would have to make those two weeks worth it. "Sit on the sofa," Moa said when we got to the living room. “Side by side.” Then he took out his cell phone and started filming. “Do you give consent to everything we're going to do here today?”, he asked me. "Yes," I replied uncertainly. “And you are proof that he accepts any kind of sexual act that we are going to do?”, he asked Andrew. "Yes, sir," he replied. Then Moa put the cell phone back in his pocket and said: “I need guarantees, in case you regret it and want to screw me. Now open your mouth wide.”

Going to a poz theme night at a sauna with a fuckbud. We slammed in a room then I got in a sling and took every cock on offer in my neg boy cunt.

I am engaged to a hot frat guy who is 5’11 180 muscled with brown hair and eyes and a fat 7.5 that makes me roll my eyes every time he fucks me. We met on a hook up and once he fucked me, I was hooked on him and although we both had significant others, we broke up with them and have been dating for two years. I recently moved in with him and his house mates while we finish grad school. My fiancé is Bryan, and he lives with Randy, Scott and Joe. Randy is blonde, blue eyes and is 5’10 180 muscled and tan, Scott is 5’11 200 muscled brown hair and a furry chest and Joe is 6’2 195 auburn hair and lean with green eyes of the three Scott is the most attractive. They are three white guys, in shape frat guys too. It took some getting used to for the guys who often walked around half naked or naked just out of the shower to cover up now that I was living there. I inadvertently got a look at Randy and Scott naked one day and they both stood there shocked that I was home from class and they both had amazing bodies and what look like big dicks hanging between their legs. They both apologized and but I Scott would surprise me naked often and I thought he did it on purpose. He never really said anything but would wink at me an make my blush but never made a move. I found myself thinking about the guy often but one day I was home, and Joe was on the sofa with loose shorts free balling in his tank top and his legs spread and his dick hanging out the leg of his shorts in plain sight. It looked huge and he started up small talk and the longer we talked I thought his dick was growing and asked me to come sit with him, I hesitated but without a word came and sat down beside him. He told me Scott and Randy were out of town for a few days and it would just be the three of us. I wondered why he was telling me this but when he leaned in and kissed me, I realized he wanted me to know we were alone and since Bryan was at work it was just the two of us. I suddenly was hugely attracted to him, but I broke off the kiss and told him I was engaged to Bryan, and he told me he knew and that no one had to know. He put his hand on my leg and run it up to my panties and I knew I should have pushed his hand away, but he felt so good, and he leaned in and kissed me again and slide my panties aside and began to rub my clit and then he worked his finger I my extremely wet pussy. I began to moan, and he broke off the kiss and told me he wanted to this ever since I moved in. I knew I should break free and tell him I could not do this to Bryan, but he felt so good, and he began to pull off my panties and he grabbed me and lifted me and twisted me around and put me on his lap. He deep kissed me and made out for a few minutes and then he picked me up and carried me to his room and laid me on the bed and he went down on me and ate my like I have never been eaten before. I came within five minutes, and he kept eating me out and I soon came again. He pulled off me and slowly kissed up my body and sucked on my right nip before coming back to kiss me as he slides his big dick against me and rubbed his big dick back and forth on my clit and then he pressed, and his big dick stretched me as he inched his ten-inch dick in me slowly. I came again and he began to slowly fuck me with 8 inches as he bottomed out inside me and then stretched me and got another inch inside me before he came inside me. Twenty minutes later he pulled out and helped me up and into the shower cleaning us both off and then the water shut off and he dried me off and leaned in and kissed me and then said, no one will ever know. I tingled as he rubbed his hand up my back and whispered in my ear that this could be a one-time thing, but he is ready to be with me anytime I want. He winked at me and then headed back to his room, he was so tall and a great ass as he walked away and looked at his tall lean body disappeared in this room, and I want to my room after gathering my clothes and heading back to my room. Feeling completely satisfied but guilty about cheating on my fiancé, Bryan with Joe. I tried to put it out of my head, but Joe was there all day and even hung out with Bryan and watched a game when Bryan got home, and we all had dinner together. Bryan was holding my hand at the table and Joe put his leg against mine under the table. It felt like electricity though my body as Joe made me relive every moment from earlier. Bryan announced that he to work again tomorrow and Joe winked at me when Bryan was watching TV and mouth that he gets me again. I blushed and he was making me wet thinking about him, so I excused myself and went into the kitchen and started to clean up. Bryan and Joe stayed up and watched another game and I went to bed knowing Joe’s cum was still inside me and glad that Bryan did not want to have sex for fear Bryan would eat me out and know I had cum in me. Bryan came in later and I pretended that I was asleep, and he dozed off and I did also a few minutes later. When I woke up in the middle of the night I ran into Joe in the kitchen. He leaned down and kissed me and I broke it off as I did not want Bryan to know and he told me I was all he could think about, I knew he was all I could think about but did not admit it to him and I hurried back to the bedroom as he slapped my ass on the way out. Bryan woke me up and fucked me in the morning and he did not notice that I had cum in me as he blew inside me and rushed to the shower to get ready for work. I slept in and when I got up Joe was also gone. I ran some errands and when I got home Joe was sitting in the same spot with his shorts and his dick was hard hanging out the leg of his shorts. I got in between his legs and sucked his dick, and he pulled his tank off and then his shorts and he pulled me off his dick and led me to the bedroom and let me continue to suck him after he undressed me. He pulled me around and began to eat me out as I sucked him, and I came hard, and he flipped me around and began to work his big dick inside me and fucked me for the next thirty minutes till he came in me, and I came on his dick three times. I had told him I had never felt anything like it, and I loved him inside me as I screamed as I came the last time. He pulled out and showered with me again and then told me I needed to get out since Bryan would be home soon. I rushed back to the kitchen and collected myself and waited for Bryan to come home. He was late getting back, and Joe had left and went to the gym and said nothing when he left. Bryan came home and he kissed me and lead me to the bedroom and ate me out and he usually only gets me wet and slides in, but he ate me deep and told me how great I tasted today. I knew it was Joe he was tasting, and I just spread my legs wider and let him taste my crummy hole and moaned and then he pulled off and slide in and fucked me till he came and then told me to get cleaned up and he was taking me to dinner. We had a great dinner, but I kept wandering off thinking about Joe and wondering when we could get together again since Randy and Scott would be back in another day. They were not out together, and I had no idea who was getting back first but once others were in the house, I was worried Joe would not want to play. The last day we were alone before the guys came home, we only had two hours along and Joe breed me one more time and again Bryan eat me out and made me cum and he told me he never enjoyed it as much as he had the last two nights. I was really starting to enjoy sex with Bryan, but I could not stop thinking about Joe. Once the guys were home Joe left for a few nights and stayed with over at his girl’s house and I was a total bitch those two days, the guys all thought I was on the rag, but I was totally horny and unfulfilled and needed Joe in the worst way.

Went to Catalyst right after volunteering at Folsom street fair. There were easily hundreds of guys in there . As soon as I checked my clothes , an average, tall built white guy in his 30s locked his sight on me. He wore thick glasses, has bad skin and uneven teeth. His unatttactive look was a hot contrast to his 7.5 inches beautiful man meat. I kneeled down and sucked his wet dick, thats lubed up but tasted fresh. He pushed me against a bed , forced his dick into me while standing . I quickly sniffed some poppers as he pounded my fresh hole. There was a mirror adjacent to us, seeing a real man using my hole felt divine. After fifteen minutes, he let out a loud moan. I thanked him for donating my first load of the night, he kissed my mouth before leaving the club. I went upstairs, get in all four on a bed , ass up face down. An Asian top with a thick 7 inch slipped right into me (I always looked at my tops and thanked them when they are finished with me). He squeezed my ass , taking his dick all out and shoved it all in repeatedly. I can feel my cunt twitching due to his aggressive moves . “You like that?” He asked rhetorically as he pinched my nipples hard. I kept moaning as he used my pussy for about 10 minutes, then told me he needs to sample his next hole. A smaller , skinny young black guy then pulled me over to a couch . He has a smaller (around 5.5) tool, so having me kneeling on the edge of a couch is a great way for him to pound hard. “That’s a sloppy hole, fuck yeah,” he said as he kept sliding in and out of it till he gets tired. Despite having a good start , the latter crowd at catalyst seemed more into watching than fucking. I disliked catalyst for that which make me miss 442 natoma. I decided to try my luck at Eros. I didn’t waste my time and got on a sling once I get to Eros. Waited for a while till a hung , muscular white daddy came and touched my hole with his fingers. He grinned at my wet hole , shoving his dick right into it as I sniffed some poppers. He held my legs onto his nicely built shoulders as I submitted my hole and full attention to him. A crowd gathered by , where a Good Samaritan hold the sling tighter so daddy can go even harder and deeper . Daddy didn’t make much noise when he ejaculated, but I could feel the big load as he did his final thrust. Took a break and checked my phone as there wasn’t much action at the next 30 minutes - full of voyeurs again.. “Did you leave Catalyst? The vibe sucks tonight “ I got a text from a regular 8.5 inch black stallion top on Sniffies. He asked me over and I gladly complied , knowing he would definitely made my night. He put a towels underneath me, as I arched my back into doggy position by the edge of the bed. “Look at that pussy , damn.” ”It’s your pussy now, sir. Don’t stop until you want to.” I pleaded . “I won’t,” He said, shoving his stallion meat into my open wet hole. Sir pounded me in a nice, smooth pace . He was taking his time , but definitely utilizing the cum bucket with his entire dick. I could still feel some pain despite earlier action and strong poppers , purely due to his size, but the pleasure of his rhythmic thrust was euphoric. We switched to missionary , reverse cowboy , and sideway , all in the demand of Sir. Sir kissed and slapped me ,pinched my nipples as he was grinding on top of me. Sir asked me to get back into doggy again, instructed me to take long sniff of poppers, “because I am going to rape your hole.” Sir was not lying . He was brutalizing my hole , intensifying the pounding while covering my mouth with his big hands. Sir loaded up my hole after few minutes of such rough play. Sir ordered me to squeeze out the cum from my gaping hole. I could feel a never ending stream flowing down my legs onto the towels . ” You’re such a good cumdump.” Sir complimented me. ”Sir can use me anytime, and tell all his top friends about me . I will take any dicks that sir wanted me to, and have no right to refuse” I said as I’m getting dressed . “I can make that happen, boy. Now, get out before I fell asleep.” Sir ordered . i sheepishly complied , walking home side to side, after an intense two hours of sober fuck.

I believe that bottoms require more than one top to be satisfied. Imagine a guy in his 20s. Couldnt he serve 3-4 tops on a regular basis? like having 4 boyfriends:P

Moved in with my boyfriend and he fucked me before he left for work one day. I opened up an anonymous ass up profile on grindr as soon as he backed out of the driveway. within 5 minutes of him leaving I was taking my first anonymous load. This continued on for 4 hours. Ended up with 16 anonymous loads plus my boys. he came home from work and fucked a load into my hole. Commented on how the toys really stretched out my hole that day. never told him and he was none the wiser.

I like going from mouth to ass and back to mouth again. Sometimes multiple times during the same fuck.

Not all that special, but - picked up a guy while out walking the dog ... seemed decent enough, wearing tight jeans, no shirt, had "the look", so I let him come back home with me ... Hispanic, hairy Hole ... and the Holehair fanned up over the small of his back - one of my favorites ... so I pumped him full of what he needed ... sent him on his way. If I weren't on "low simmer" for Fri/Sat nights at my favorite fuckjoint, I probably wouldn't have ... but I did, so it qualifies as the last load I shot up a raw Hole. Just an appetizer for the weekend ....

It sounds like this is going to get real nasty, really fast!..☣️💉

hey guys glad you are enjoying it - next chapter below By the time I got home I was flagging, the beers were wearing off, so I did a shot of vodka and a did a small line of coke, I felt a bit more revitalised and read in the instructions on the packet of hair removal cream I had brought, as I slathered it on I quite enjoyed the tingle it gave me, I’d figured it would be better than shaving so I guess I was right. As I waited there was a ping from my laptop, it was a message from him: “Excited to see you again later son, send me links the porn you like the most, the ones you know you love yet would never admit to!” I must admit I gulped and blushed a bit, but wanting to be ‘liked’ by him and bolstered by the coke and the vodka I sent him links to the porn I watched a lot, the ones that excited the most deepest psyche of my brain and had me cumming like no others. In fact, just sending them to him made my hole twitch and my cock pulse. I washed myself off in the shower, and then gave my arse a douche, even though I generally had ‘dry poo’s’ cos of my high fibre diet I thought it was the best thing to do. Satisfied I was ‘clean’ I did another line and another shot, not massive ones but enough to keep me on the better side of mellow. I went to do my hair, then noticed how boyish I looked with no pubes, in fact I looked really younger that my eighteen years, but I liked it, and was sure he would. There was another ping from my laptop: “Jesus son, a wonderful taste in porn, in fact its perfect, wanna see one of Dad’s favorites?” My heart was beating in my chest the coke and the vodka exciting me: “Yes please daddy” The response was almost instant, I open the link and wide eyed watched the porn playing on my laptop, my hand on my cock thinking, “fuck me!!”, at the beginning there was a picture...wow

skinny young kid at a bookstore - skater type, barely legal and I figured he'd be tentative and inexperienced, or so I thought as I saw him walk in. He went for a booth in the back with a gloryhole and I thought, what the hell I haven't had young dick lately. I went into the adjoining booth and kneeled waiting. He selected some vid and dropped his pants to reveal a nice-sized 6 inches, surprisingly uncut for a young white boy. He slipped it through the hole and I started sucking. (I really like feeling them get hard.) He started to firm up and thicken and lengthen. Pretty soon, I was having to stretch my mouth around a gargantuan 9-10 incher and thick as a coke can! I was pleasantly surprised and determined to make him shoot. I worked the head and the shaft and his balls and he really liked me taking it down my throat, so I spun around and backed up on him. He hesitated realizing it wasn't y mouth and then the boy FUCKED me. He pounded my hole like a stallion - hard and deep and then backed off and slowed down. I wasn't dealing with a newbie, that was for sure. He fucked me a good 15 minutes before pulling out. I didn't think he'd cum, so I was upset and kinda confused why he stopped. He leaned down to the hole and told me to cum over. He needed to get off and he liked to cum "looking into his bitch's eyes". I was out the door and in his booth in no time! He threw me on the little bench seat, put my legs on his shoulders and fucked his load into me like a pro. I was stretched out and trying to catch my breath when he said "surprised ya, didn't I?" I nodded and he said he's been fucking men since his dick arrived. He said he only gets to fuck men cause the girls all get scared. I gave him my number and he fucked me on and off for about a year before he moved. Miss that kid!

I met up with a very hot and horny cum slut as a stop off whilst heading to London. You can see from his feedback, he seemed to enjoy it…as did I. 😈😈

The past two nights my fiancé tried to get with me, but I was not in the mood and told him I had a headache. I finally decided I had to reach out to Joe. I text him and tell him I needed to see him, and he text me back that he would be home in a few days and if I need a big dick, I should text his buddy David, he can help you out. I was pissed but after a few hours I text David and said Joe told me to text you. David shot a text back that Joe text me too. Think you should come over and he sent his address. I text back that I did not know, then he shot me a picture of his junk and I told him I was on the way. All the way over I kept telling myself to turn back. I had no Idea what this guy looked like other than his huge dick. I arrived and went up to the door and he opened it before I could knock, and David was hot. He stood 6’4 200 pounds muscled with dark black hair and a hairy chest with a six-pack abs. He could model he was so hot. He was shirtless in a pair of shorts, and he had to be free balling since I could see the outline of his big dick. He seemed nice but once I got inside, he ordered me to take off my clothes. I began to take my top off and slip my shirt down and he said all your clothes. I unfastened my bra and slipped my panties off and then he ordered me to take off his shorts and I slide them down while his dick began to grow. He pushed me down and made me suck his cock and then he told me to get to his bedroom and get on the bed with my ass facing the door. I walked into his room, and it was neat and clean with a large king size bed and white sheets, and I got on all fours with my ass facing the door. I did not have to wait long, and I felt hands on my ass and my legs being spread and a tongue deep I my ass and fingers in my pussy. David seemed so tender now and that seemed odd. I soon learned that it was not David when David slapped my ass and totally started me, and he came around and got in front of me a fed me his cock. He saw my concern and he told me his brother was in town and I had very good timing. His brother Geo soon slide his big dick into my pussy and began to fuck me as Dan encouraged him by telling him to fuck that slut, breed her cunt dude. Flood that pussy and after twenty minutes of this he finally slides all the way inside me and unleased a hid huge load and slowly slipped out of my and slapped my ass and told me he was in town for three more day and left the room. David did not take long, and he slide his huge fat dick inside me and fucked my hole while he called me a whore and slut and then he breeds me fifteen minutes later. He got up and went to the bathroom and told me to get dressed and go home. I got up and he told me be here tomorrow at 3 PM understand? I told him I did but had no intention of coming back. I knew Joe was coming back and I really wanted him. Joe text me and said that David approved of me and wanted me back tomorrow at 3PM, I text that I would rather wait for him, and he said, be there babe. I text him back okay and planned my day around the 3 PM Fuck. Here I had cum deep inside me and it is exactly what I wanted but I wished it was Joe’s. My guy was so sweet, and we had a great night, and he again ate me out like he had never done before and then breed me just like two other guys had done earlier. Would I need to only have sex with someone else fucked me is all I could think about when I dozed off. I awoke with a pit I my stomach, how could I take cum from other guys like this and not get caught. I tried to put it out of my head and went about my day to clear my errands before the afternoon so I could be on time to see David. I made my way to David’s place and when I arrived there was an envelope on the door addressed to slut. I took it and inside was a note that read, go to the back door and let yourself in, get undressed and get up on the bed and have your ass facing the door just like last time. Slip the blindfold on and get ready to be a slutty cum dump. I wanted to run but I went to the back and followed every instruction and as waiting I hard the door open and close and then hands on my ass then a mouth on my ass and fingers in my pussy like last time. This guy seemed like he had a beard, I wondered if his brother grew a beard since last time and when I felt the guy’s fat dick, I knew it was a new guy I had never felt before. He was only about 7.5 but thick as fuck and he fucked me for ten minutes and shot inside me. I heard the door and then another guy shoved his dick inside my wet pussy and fucked me for five minutes and shot inside me. His dick was about the same thickness as my fiancé’s, and it sort of made me feel guilty. Two more guys with average dick fucked me and then his bother and David came in and took turns fucking me and they each bread me and David told me what a good whore I was and that he would be in touch and that he would text me for my next visit. I went home but with all the cum I was leaking all the way home and I showered and cum was leaking out and down the drain. I washed my panties and hung them up and waiting my guy to come home and knew I needed him to taste me and all that cum still up inside me.

Ok this whole "bottoms shouldn't jerk off" shit is complete bullshit. It's nothing more than bottom shaming and degrading the bottom. By saying he can not touch his dick, you are saying his enjoyment is less important than yours. Tops like to be in control and us bottoms feed into that and allow them to feel like they are in control, but when in fact, we are the ones giving you our asses. We are just as much in control if not more. If I wanted to, I could clench while getting pounded and SNAP! That top would be in a world of hurt. Gay men need to realize that the whole dominant/submissive thing is simply role play. It is not real-life governing rules that every gay man has to follow. Nobody is dominant. We are humans not fucking dogs. We have never been dogs. Sex is equal partnership, therefore, it should be equal enjoyment. If you are turned off by a bottom jerking off, and if you think its disrespectful, you need to see a fucking psychiatrist because your brain is fucked up or you are just a fucking moron. That bottom is jerking off because his dick is connected to his prostate. That is the pleasure center. There isn't two different ways to orgasm. Jesus. If you cum hands free it's because your damn dick and prostate are side by side. You slam your dick into one, the other will be stimulated. Either way, your dick is what cums isn't it? Getting fucked without touching my dick is like 1/8 of the pleasure when I do touch my dick. When I jerk off while getting fucked, I'm horny, uninhibited, I love it rough, I talk dirty, you can slap my ass, and I'm loving every moment of it. And the best part, like any skilled bottom, I know how to edge myself and only cum once the top does. If I do cum first, it's usually hands free from getting pounded hard and it doesn't matter anyways. Don't let me touch my dick, I'll do nothing but count the minutes impatiently waiting for the top to shoot his damn load already so I can be done. I honestly feel like tops who don't allow bottoms to jerk off during sex are turned on by the pain and discomfort of the bottom. Or they somehow think they aren't 100% gay if they ignore or don't acknowledge the bottoms dick. That, or it's some sick control/power thing. I don't don't know and I don't want to know. Bottoms, if a top slaps your hand away from your dick, slap that bitch back. Stop letting tops degrade you because you are a bottom. They are trying to feminize bottoms because of their own insecurities about being gay. Fuck that. We are the ones who have balls to take a dick and enjoy it. There are plenty of tops out there who get off watching the Bottom get off. Those are real mean and true tops. Go ahead. Slap my fucking hand away and see what happens. I dare you bitch....

PART 3 (this part might be the last one, but if you guys want more, I can try to write) I woke up to Uncle Drew slapping me across the face. I felt a huge pain in my ass and realized that he took advantage of my fainting to put his entire cock inside me, balls deep. “Wake up, boy,” he said. “It's really hurting, take it out”, I asked. “You teased me, now you'll have to take it”, the man replied. "And you better not pass out again because I want to hear your screams while I fuck you." “I don't want this anymore,” I tried to argue. "I said there was no turning back." Tears were falling from my eyes; I was in a lot of pain and I was feeling humiliated. My own uncle was raping me, that couldn't be true. I was the one who asked him to have sex with me, but that had gone too far. I couldn't take it. “So fucking tight,” he said. Then Uncle Drew started moving inside me. He pulled out almost his entire cock and I felt relief, but then he entered me again with one quick movement. I screamed out of pain and he laughed. “I thought I would treat you differently because you are part of the family,” he said. "But I'm going to give you the same gift I give to every little fag I fuck." “Uncle, please”. "Jeremiah, my DNA will be a part of you forever when I dump my charged load inside of you." I had no idea what he was talking about, I just felt the pain. He hit hard and deep. When I started to get used to it, I realized that his strokes hit my prostate and that made my own dick get hard. “You're starting to enjoy being fucked by your uncle,” he said. “It still hurts,” I complained. "You'll like it when the sweet venom of the scorpion is inside you." Uncle Drew started a hip movement very slowly, not taking his hairy chest off of my back and his mouth off of my ear. Between kisses and bites, he kept calling me a faggot with tight ass, my uncle's bitch with a hot ass, a cock swallower and a bitch in heat. “Do you want this toxic cum up your ass?” he asked then. "Yes, uncle, I do". The movement started to intensify and my body started to react as the pain lessened and the pleasure increased. So that was when he finally lifted his chest and braced the mattress with his arms to fuck me hard. I just reared my ass, forcing it against his body, and so the movements repeated faster and faster. Uncle Drew was pitching his body forward and I threw my ass back, making a loud noise. The pace was increasingly frantic and strong. “I'm going to fill your hole with cum, I'm going to breed you”, he said. Uncle Drew made a roar sound and collapsed onto my back. His cock throbbed; his body shook. I felt a hot liquid inside me and I knew he had cum. My ass was being flooded with jets and jets of spur. “Take my seed, you fucking fag,” he said. Now it was my uncle's body that didn't respond, he was completely limp on top of me, moaning, howling with pleasure. I swayed and pushed my body against his, wanting him to enter me even more, making sure my ass wouldn't lose even a drop of his precious seed. After all, that had been pretty good, even with the violence. “I said you would regret it,” he said then. “I don’t. Even though it hurt a lot, I liked that you were the one who took my virginity.” “You'll regret it now that I'm going to tell you the truth,” he said. “I am HIV positive and I am not taking my medications. The load I put deep in your hole is full of viruses. And right now, my viruses are invading your bloodstream and taking over your body. I scratched you a lot before, so they would find the easy way in.” “Why did you do that?”, I asked with wide eyes, I was scared. “You asked for it, now it's too late. I'm going to fuck you and dump my toxic cum in you every day until your parents get back from their trip. By the end of this week, you'll have become the cumdump you were meant to be. It's no use crying, Jeremiah, it's too late for that.” Then Uncle Drew slapped my ass hard, laughed, and walked out of my room. What had I gotten myself into?

A fifty man gamngbang I was the only bottom and everything was a free for all on me, had guys spitting, pissing and just using me like the whore I am, was breed heavily drank lots of piss even had a few of them piss down my fuck hole.

Equally frustrating, I had a top that was chatting with me on Twitter dm saying he wanted to breed me. Traveled 20 min to the hotel he was staying at, while staying in constant contact with him over DM, he gives me the room number and when I get there an older Asian woman opens the door. And when I message the guy on DM he’s ghosted me. I had cleaned out for a promised deep breeding and traveled 20 min all for nothing.

At SBN in London once, had probably taken 8-10 loads already and is was towards the end of the session when you had guys leaving. I was so honey I remember squatting to feel my cum filled hole in one of the main areas and letting it dribble out onto my hands and then licking it off. A guy passing saw me, got me up and onto the barrels, called me a slut and power fucked me for about 5 minutes, sloppy sloppy ass and a lot of noise, he groaned loudly before depositing his creamy load, slapped me on the ass and headed off, which drew another few guys, who could see the cum dribbling out as I lent forward and opened my cummy ass again !

I live in Las Vegas and for a town called Sin City, it can really be hit or miss if you're a bottom. But I'll never forget the time that I was essentially raped at Entourage, one of the two remaining bathhouses here in town. I'd been out with a couple of friends and we'd gone to Badlands, a somewhat old style saloon in the same commercial center where Entourage is located. I was feeling buzzed and was in no condition to drive home so as we said our goodbyes, my buddies went their way and I walked over to Entourage. As it was roughly 2:00 AM on a Friday night, all the rooms were taken up and I had to settle for a locker. I figured I'd just wait til a room was available and get some sleep then. In the meantime, I figured I'd check out the action. I undressed and walked around with the towel over one shoulder, which, for the most part, covered my cock, but which left my ass visible. The hallways and TV room were nearly empty and, as I made my way around, I could see that most doors were closed. I silently regretted those last two Jack and cokes I'd had because they were beginning to hit me and all I wanted was to lay down somewhere quiet and get some rest. That's when I saw Him walking towards me: good looking, muscular, 20 something year old dark haired stud with a USMC tattoo on his right pec and a beer can thick cock hanging between his legs. He walked past me without acknowledgement, but as I turned to look over my shoulder, I caught him doing the same, apparently staring at my ass. For the next few minutes, as I looked for a place to lay down, I would occasionally see him in my peripheral vision, stalking me as if I were his prey. I finally made my slightly disoriented way into the empty dark room and lay face down on a waist high platform, ready to get some shut eye and oblivious to the fact that the stud had followed behind me and was standing a mere few feet from me, fisting his thick cock and making plans for my hole. As I lay there on the verge of sleep, I suddenly felt him straddle my ass, spread my cheeks with both hands, and what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my asshole, trying to stretch it against its obvious resistance. The shock and pain woke me the fuck up and in a drunken slur I said "Please don't, you're really big." Without saying a word he backed off and I could hear him pop open some lube and begin to jack his cock. I naively thought that that was the end of it when he suddenly lay his full weight on my back, clamped one hand around my mouth, and used his other hand to maneuver his now slick cock between my cheeks and started using that big mushroom head as a battering ram. The slippery lube and his insistence gradually spread my hole and with an almost audible pop, his cock head forced its way through my sphincter and I heard him groan savagely as I lay there and saw stars from the pain of the sudden invasion. I tried getting up from under him but he used his body weight to hold me down and as he shoved the remaining length of his hole wrecker in me, he hissed into my ear, "I'm fucking balls deep in you now, just fucking take it." I felt helpless as I lay there and felt him bucking his hips and sliding his thick fucker in and out of me, feeling his huge cock head drag and push my insides as he shoved in and out of my guts. In the back of my mind, I was worried and scared because I knew I was essentially getting raped by a big dicked stud who hadn't even contemplated putting a condom on before spearing my guts with his huge cock. But in the forefront, I was beginning to really enjoy the fuck as I he would slam balls deep and ram directly onto my prostate. I couldn't help it and I started moaning uncontrollably against his hand on every down stroke. He soon noticed and that seemed to turn him on. He started getting more vocal, whispering encouragements into my ear, "That's right, fuck yeah, I knew you'd love my cock.....yeah, take my fucking cock all in you..... Yeah, your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum..... Yeah, I'm gonna fill you up with my load." The rhythm of the cock pistoning in and out of my ass began to become more frantic, even as I recognized a complete stranger was about to shoot his cum into my unprotected hole. His breathing became more ragged as he suddenly pushed himself as deep into me as he could and froze in place as I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing balls deep in me as he flooded my guts with his cum and groaned, "Fuck yeah, knocking your ass up with my seed! Yeah, take it all bitch, take my babies in you, fucking take my load!" My hole spasmed around his cock, responding to the stimulus as he lay on top of me, his heart beating like a jack rabbit and his cock still throbbing with the last jets of his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt empty as the cool air hit my now puffed up ass lips. He smacked my left ass cheek and said, "Keep my cum in you and let it do its job, cumdump." With that advice he got off of me and walked back into the darkness. I lay there confused and conflicted as my military rapist's cum slowly trickled out of my hole and ran down my balls to join the load I'd unexpectedly shot as he took my ass and made it his cumdump.

Reposted another one of my favs from Yahoo! Groups, this time I actually have the author and origin info. To: biohazardbrotherhood@yahoogroups.com From: "stevestory2000" <Knack6@hotmail.com> Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 14:15:17 -0000 Subject: [biohazardbrotherhood] Story: Breaking the News "I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Of course, the cute counselor really didn't have to tell me anything. few weeks earlier at a circuit party I had felt the heat of that load; it was special. I wasn't really a "bug chaser" as much as I was a "bug enabler". I encouraged all men to fuck me raw whether they were black, white, gay, straight, young, old, poz, neg, or who the fuck cares. And the big-dicked Puerto Rican stud who savaged me with his Prince Albert at that party was definitely worth some enabling. He looked into my eyes, and even though I was so tweaked I could barely remember my name, I knew he was giving me his reason for dying. Back to the cute counselor. 30ish, blonde and blue-eyed, very studious with his glasses and suit and tie, about 5'6'' - I love short guys cause they're always packing such a whanger. Sweet bubble butt, I could tell from when he leaned over to put his jacket on the coat rack. "...you have the virus." I nodded. Not a big surprise. "If you need any help, there's some..." I licked my lips and stared at his swelling pectorals. Thank God this room was so muggy -- I could see his big meaty tits pasted against his white dress shirt. "Don't worry, all my friends are poz. It's the in thing, right? They'll tell me what to do." He frowned, bit his luscious lower lip. He took this pretty seriously. "Mr. Johnson, this is very serious." See what I mean? I just blew him a kiss as I walked away. "I know it is. I never have to wear rubbers again, never have to be in fear again. Today is the first day of the rest of my life." I saw his eyes well up with tears as I left. My friends were part sad and part pleased when I told them. Mostly pleased, cause they got to tap my ass raw. Some of 'em felt like they'd led me to start barebacking and they were responsible for my 'death sentence', but their sheer lust for my firm, tanned ass overcame their guilt feelings. I invited some of 'em out to one of my favorite tearooms and amazingly enough, one of them knew the name of the guy who pozzed me. Armando. I didn't tell Armando that I knew he gave me the bug (I'd save that for the middle of our next fuck) but I asked him to come with us. Unfortunately, the place was closed down for "health reasons" (the AIDS police going crazy again) so we went to a good bathhouse that Armando went to sometimes. It was a great place. Armando was the star attraction; seeing him sweet-talk a local college football stud into letting him fuck his tight ass unrubbered was one of the highlights of my new slut life. Armando just stroked the stud's abs, licked his pits, and whispered resolve-melting Puerto Rican words into his ear until finally the boi gave up. The breaking-in quickly became a gangbang but before I could take my turn someone else caught my eye -- among other areas. That ass. Flawless. Short blonde sweetness dropped his towel and went into the steam room. I had to follow him. Had to ravish him. I was a very infrequent top but the bug had changed me, changed my priorities. When I sat down beside him, barely able to make out his features in the fog, he seemed so pure, so unspoiled. I sucked him dry, then flipped him over so his flat belly humped the cool bench. I slid my leaking member up and down his rosebud. "I-I have a condom..." I just laughed and shoved my way in, no lube, no prep, only the moisture of the room. I wanted him to feel this, suffer the tears that dance so seductively with seroconversion. He screamed and tried to fight me off, all while I licked his ears and bit into his neck and shoulders. His soft 4 inches quickly swelled to 7 hard inches in spite of his pleas to stop, and I tapped his ass bareback. My first. Definitely not my last. He pushed back on my wickedly curved 8-incher now, moaning, whimpering, fighting back tears of shame from how much he enjoyed breaking all the safe sex rules. I made sure I plowed him good and rough -- he wouldn't forget this fuck. I shot my wad and it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Almost like getting someone pregnant. Knowing you've created a life. Or a death. Armando strolled into the room now. I opened up the blonde beauty's legs for him. He winked at me, shared a deep tongue kiss, and then went to work plundering our new man-cunt. The man just squirmed and shivered and purred at the feel of Armando's dick jewelery scraping his insides. By this time Armando pulled out long enough for me to flip this whore over. Our eyes locked. His tears flowed into his open mouth as he gasped. I leaned over to lick the tears away. I'd recognized him from the second I saw that ass. My counselor. I had to laugh. The words just came out of my mouth effortlessly as Armando reached his climax. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this..."

Took a load from a younger skinny black guy today. Met him at his place after much going back and forth about hosting. Sucked him for a while and he turned me around to pump his pozed gooey load into my gut.

Fucking hot story! 🤤

Just got back from my first CumUnion in LA. Hosted at a BDSM venue near the airport. very chill, no attitude. Started out topping a few guys, saving my load for the right slut tho then I got spit roasted I. Front of everyone on a fuck bench by two tall hung daddies. Balls slapping my ass and my chin they took turns and both loaded me up. I finally unleashed a 2 day load into a cute little otter who yelped when I started humming all in all took 3 and gave 3 loads

losolent In Spanish, we would say you are “chingon!” This means something like the master, fucking awesome, better than the rest. You weave some really extraordinary, compelling, fun tales. Thank you for your superior craftsmanship!

Cumdump now in park slope. no load refused

Last night I went out to a gay club, and picked up a yummy 24 year old top, who I bought home,he spent the night at mine, fucked me multiple times. I woke up this morning with him stick his cock up my ass again, and once again he bred me. I made us breakfast then we went for a shower and once again he fucked me, pinning me against the shower glass and just fucking me like there was no tomorrow. After that I went down on him to clean his cock and he started to piss onme so I opened my mouth to take his golden amber. I loved that he was calling me his cum slut. I rarely get to have younger guys and I rarely bring people home with me. But wow he was good, average size cock but he knew what I needed.

This story went a hole level beyond what I expected. keep writing more please.

I love it!

I definitely agree. I may be a 200% bottom cum dump, but that doesn't mean I'm submissive. As far as jerking off goes, that's my decision and no one else's; that said, I don't touch my cock when getting fucked because I'm all about getting fucked, but I don't let the top play with it either—I don't like it and it delays what I'm after: the load of cum (I don't care about getting fucked so much and if there were another way to have loads in my hole I'd be all for it).

Did any guys here who continued to do groups actually find it the "cladestine" nature of it a turn-on of sorts? I know I did!

Well my first was 9” thick and my second ltr was with a 10” black man so big dicks don’t scare me. Lol. I have had many surprises over the years but one that comes to mind is a guy that was cruising the park. He had a big black f250 so I knew he was butch. Lol. He got out of his truck and walked into the woods. He was about 5,8” slim build. I went in after and found him jacking his dick behind a tree. The instinct of a bottom is to go to the man and get on your knees and take him in your mouth. He had a nice big dick. Definitely over 9”. I sucked him like it was the last dick I would ever have in me. Then I heard his surprisingly deep voice say…..I know you want to get fucked. He must have been a mind reader because I did…I did want to get fucked. He stood me up and turned me around and with little ease he slide his cock I’m me. I was trying to produce as much spit as I could to put on my hand and reach around to help the situation. He fucked me until I was about to pull him out and start to suck again because my pussy was drying out. I didn’t need to because he gave me the all too familiar queues that he was about to breed me. I reached back and spread my pussy open for him and he shot his load deep in me. He pulled out and walked away. By the time I cleaned myself up and pulled up my pants and left the woods he had already drove off. I have seen him since a few times but he does not want to breed me. He may be one of those guys that after he breeds a bottom he never wants him again.

This emo boy I met in Denver was packing an uncut 11 inch monster in his pants. He stood about 5'7" and weighed 100lbs soaking wet. One of the best I ever had.

Holy F.... it just keeps getting more and more twisted! I love it!

The biology of sex is significantly studied, to the point that we understand the degree to which the body reacts to chemistry that it produces internally during sex, and to which it is exposed from the other participant. Arousal is indeed largely a matter of the mind, but the mind also receives a barrage of cues from the senses and other biochemical processes that start firing when the potential for breeding arises. Some of these internal chemical changes are processes we have evolved to forge bonds between individuals involved in mating to ensure a connection for the raising of offspring. In the strictest sense, you could say there is an 'essence' to semen, in the form of a number of compounds that are transferred from the Top to the recipient that, when absorbed, act in the manner of a drug to induce feelings of pleasure and well-being, and to promote bonding. When a Man floods my cunt with his cum, I can feel the change in me; it is more than something in my thought - it is something that he has induced in me. There is a different sort of 'essence' to semen, though, I think, in a philosophical sense as well, that comes into play in the context of male-on-male sex. I can't speak for everyone of course, but for myself I can say that there is something profound about the idea of another masculine being entering my body and depositing his masculine essence inside me. I am male, and have masculine essence of my own, yet he will physically penetrate to my interior and inject his masculinity there - imposing his own masculine essence over mine, supplanting it. What's more, when he does it I actually feel the power of him wash over and suffuse into my body because his chemistry causes my body to react. He breeds me because he is driven strongly by his masculine instinct to breed, to inseminate. I don't have that same strong instinct. Instead, I somehow instinctively understand that I am meant to be the cunt that receives his breeding. When I contemplate this, I can't help feeling that there is something very essential, very basic about it, a fundamental truth that it tells about men like him and men like me. It feels as though there is an order to things, in which he is meant to breed me and I am meant to be bred. An order in which his masculinity dominates mine by virtue of his potent semen.

Chapter II. Tom was driving, and there was a handsome young man in the front seat. Tom warmly greeted my guy, reaching back to clasp his leg. He introduced us to his new boyfriend, Jason. As he drove, Jason told us about his community college classes and reached around to stroke my guy’s leg, telling me how lucky I was to have such a sexy boyfriend. Tom nodded in agreement, taking one hand off the steering wheel and reaching back to stroke my leg, adding that I was pretty sexy myself. I could feel myself blush. We chuckled and flirted with one another until we pulled into the bar’s parking lot. Tom introduced us to Charlie, the bouncer, an older guy with a buzz cut and muscular chest poured into a tight tank top. Charlie smiled at my boy saying he’d always hoped he be seeing him again. My boy sheepishly grinned as we headed inside. Tom and I went to the bar to order some drinks as Jason and my guy headed right to the dance floor. We chatted as Jason and my boy grinded on each other. Tom told me that he couldn’t help but get turned on watching them dance together. I agreed, feeling my cock stiffen. Tom stood right behind me, and I could feel his growing dick through his jeans as he pressed into my ass. Tom asked me if we had an open relationship, and I replied, ‘Barely. We just started talking about him taking another guy’s cock.’ Tom smirked and told me my boy was likely to be ‘barely’ taking cock very soon and nodded to our boyfriends practically groping each other in full view of the entire bar. The bartender, Mike, clearly knew Tom well, and they caught up as he took his time pouring the beers. He even pointed out the Charlie, the bouncer, must be happy to see them again. Tom gave both the bartender and Charlie a knowing nod. Jason and my guy danced for another song and they were both warm and sweaty enough that they took off their shirts. Jason tucked his into the back of his jeans and my boy tied his around his waist. They were clearly feeling each other up but eased off when they saw Tom and I headed to a table with our drinks. They were clearly into each other. I wondered if my boy was excited about getting his dick that night? The thought of sharing him with this handsome twink really got me stiff. After quickly downing the first round, I headed back to the bar for four more beers. Mike, the bartender winked at me as he pulled the tabs saying we were in for a fun night. When I brought the first two beers back the table, I walked up just as the three of them were talking quietly and my boy was eagerly nodding. I dropped off the drinks and went back to the bar to pick up the last two glasses. When I got back, Tom and my boy were making their way back to the dance floor, now more crowded with sweaty guys. Jason moved to the stool next to me and stroked my thigh telling me he thought I was cute. His flirtations were turning me on, but I was trying to focus on my guy and Tom. I’d lose them in the crowd for a moment, then see them again. I saw Tom and my guy dancing with their chests pressed up to one another. Then I caught a glimpse of Tom spinning my boy around and grinding his ass against his full crotch. I lost sight of them for a moment but saw them again with Tom’s arms wrapped around my boy’s waist, his hands fumbling at my boy’s crotch around his knotted shirtsleeves. Jason moved in front of me and kissed me. I liked it, but he was blocking my view, almost on purpose. I kissed him and pulled my head back to see my boy bouncing off Tom’s crotch. I realized Tom was trying to fuck my boy right there on the dance floor. I stood up and tried to make my way to them. Over the music and chatter, I could hear my guy moan. I saw him leaning back into Tom’s chest as he rocked his hips back and forth. Just as I made it to them, Tom’s grin turned to a grimace, and I knew he was cumming. My boy saw me and tore his arms from around Tom’s neck and reached out to me. He embraced me and kissed me hard as Tom finished growling and grunting. My guy brought my hands to his ass and I felt Tom’s furry belly pressed hard against my boy’s back. I eased my hand between them until my fingers found my boy’s sweaty crack, impaled on Tom’s cock. I squeezed Tom’s dick around the base looking for sign of a condom but found only sticky wet hairy flesh. Tom backed up and his big dick just kept easing out. He must have been huge, but I couldn’t see as my boy madly kissed me deeply, shoving his tongue passionately down my throat as I fingered his freshly-bred sloppy pussy, right there on the dance floor. My boy pulled off from my mouth and smiled at me, ‘I finally did. I finally took his load!’ Tom moved around to my side as Jason stepped behind my boy and pressed against his ass. My hands found Jason’s raw cock and I guided it to my boy’s stretched-out hole. Jason’s glans entered my boy as I spread his cheeks wide, ready for another raw cock. To be continued…

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I went to the shower, in fact I waddled to the shower, once I was in there and the water was cascading down my body I removed the dildo and cleaned it with the warm soapy water, I touched my hole and it felt as though it was literally gaping open, like all my innards would fall out, it also felt extremely empty, Just then Peter got into the shower with me, he had an object in his hand which he informed me was an anal douche, he filled it then filled me for the first time then told me to sit on the toilet and empty myself, “that’s how to do it every time before sex if you get the chance” he said, “guys will want you to be clean back there but not smelling or tasting of soap, so just use warm water, and you wont always get the chance so do it when you can” What guys, I thought it would be just me and him from now on, I mean ok, so we went a bit wild at that party but that was a one off, and if it is just me and him then maybe I can keep some semblance of my normal life, I can get Helen back, she doesn’t have to know about Peter, that can be my secret. How totally naive I was. When I finished the fourth and last douche, I climbed back into the shower, Peter was still in there, he had watched me this entire time, it was a little embarrassing to say the least, but now he turned me around so my back was to him and he soaped my back and shoulders then held me close and soaped my groin stroking and pulling on me until I shot my load in the tub, and watched it drain away, he moved my hair away from the nape of my neck and kissed me several times on my neck and right ear, gently biting on my ear, it felt so nice, however, he suddenly stopped and got out of the shower, throwing a towel to me and also drying himself off, “come on, we are meeting Tracy at 11:00” “What? Why?” “she thinks its time you got a haircut”, he looked at me, “and I do too” If it had just been Tracy I would have said no, but as my new boyfriend, my new lover wanted it too then I would have it done, I liked my hair as it was, almost shoulder length, but I also wanted to please, I guess my mind was just a cauldron of mixed emotions, unsure of what went on Saturday night, (but having a rough idea), finding out my girlfriend is getting fucked behind my back, feeling the chemical rush that Peter had introduced me too, looking back, it is hardly surprising I was an emotional mess and looking for any life raft to cling too, in this case a life raft in the form of Peter, It never occurred to me that he was taking advantage of my mixed emotions, my naivety and of course at just turned 18, my still raging hormones and that he was cranking that volume up by introducing me to drugs. I got dressed, my hair still damp, when there was a knock at the door, Peter went to answer it and in walked my sister, she looked beautiful as always, but with a sneer on her face as she looked at me struggling to get my socks and trainers on, I couldn’t look her in the eye, I knew she knew what had gone on, “did you guys have a good night?” she asked? “oh yes”, replied Peter, “your brothers a horny little fuck” I stared at him aghast that he would say such a thing in front of my sister, she of course smiled so damn wide “right, come on then, we are going to a friend of mine to get your hair done” Done? Get your hair done? Doesn’t she just mean cut, I’m only getting it trimmed. We traipsed out of the apartment, the three of us and headed down to my sisters car, I was relegated to the back seat, Peter got in the front with Tracy driving and within a few minutes, we had arrived at a hairdressers salon, not a barbers for men but a salon. “we are not going in there are we” I asked? “Yes Tracy replied, I have a friend here who I trust to do your hair right” We walk in and are met by Tracy’s friend, a middle aged woman who I can only describe as having a well-endowed chest, I couldn’t take my eyes off her cleavage. She walked me past a few women getting different hairstyles and indicated for me to sit in the chair, she put a cape around my upper half and even though my hair was wet, she leaned me back onto a sink and washed it, she dried it roughly with a towel then took me to another chair, picked up a hairdryer, this was strange, this was weird, but it also felt nice letting someone else do these things. When my hair was dry, I said to the lady, my sister’s friend that I just needed a trim, and she said, “just leave it to me, Tracy has already told me what’s needed” As she cut my hair her and my sister talked about things that just bored me and so I tuned them out, I then felt the clippers on the side of my head and nearly jumped out of the chair, “I said just a trim” “I told Fiona what cut to give you so sit back down” said my sister, Peter got up from where he had been sitting, “I told you your sister knows best, now stop being such a baby” A half hour later I left the salon, my head shaved on one side, my hair left long on top and down the other side. We, the three of us walked for a few minutes then stopped at a tattoo parlour and my sister led us in “I’m not getting a tattoo, no way” “oh relax cry baby, your not here for a tattoo, not today anyway” As my sister greeted a person in the sop, a big guy covered in ink, and spoke to him quietly, he called to a girl in a hygienist style smock and white trousers, “Take this young lad in, tongue, ears, nipples, Tracy has already chosen these for him” and he gave the girl a tray What the fuck is going on, the girl took me into another room and started work putting things into an autoclave, “Take your tee-shirt off please” “What erm no, I’m not here for” Peter who was stood behind me said “oh come on, its what I asked for, you’ll look so fucking sexy” I went bright red, the young girl had heard everything and was smiling to herself, I was beet red all the way to my trainers I was so embarrassed and as he said it, Peter untucked my tee-shirt and lifted it off my body. The girl told me to sit on a stool which I did and then she set to work, I wont go into details, but when I left, I had a tongue stud fitted which made my speech slightly slurred I guess my tongue had swollen a little, I had a diamond style ear stud in each lobe, and I had a ring in each nipple, apparently, and I had no idea until after it was done but my sister had gone for the 14G size ring, the thickness being 1.6mm which is bigger than a normal starting ring or bar. Either way, I hated the fact that they clearly showed through my tee-shirt anyone walking past could see them. Peter stopped, he turned to my sister and I and said “Right then, I have things to do, I will see you tomorrow” and then he kissed me, full on, in front of my sister and the rest of the street, I had just had my tongue pierced but he didn’t care and sucked on it, there, right there, in front of everyone and I heard an old man walking past say “bloomin shirt lifting poofters, shouldn’t be allowed” and I felt I would die of embarrassment My sister took me home then said she was going out and left, the house was empty, I went to my room and just sat, I took off my tee-shirt I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked like a very effeminate boy, I ran my hands over my body, looking at myself and smiled, I did look sexy, and then I cried, I was so confused, I threw myself on my bed and cried and all the while I had that empty feeling in my arse.

Two unattractive daddy tops in their 60s at my hotel job invited me to “chat” with them in their room. I didn’t waste much time chatting, completely stripped in a minute. They were pleasantly surprised by how easy I was. I took turn sucking their cock hard for a bit. To my surprise, the taller daddy has a shorter 6 inch cock, while the fatter, 5”5 daddy has an almost 8 inch fat white cock. I asked the 6 inch daddy to fuck me from behind, as I devoured the 8 inch cock. They got condoms on their bedside, but slided right into me bare as I told them I was just tested and on prep. The 8 inch daddy switched place with the tall daddy, shoving his big fat meat into my loose boy hole. He fucked mercilessly for ten minutes, but get tired standing . I let him laid down , rode him in reverse aggressively. He came shortly, few seconds after the taller daddy came as he masturbated to our action.

More active. As a regular attendee at group sex events pre-pandemic, this didn't really change for me. Yes, in the sense that the regular parties and bathhouses/saunas were officially closed. But I easily found difficulty finding quite a few unofficial/"underground" events to attend Those were invite-only of course, but as I work (off-camera) in the porn industry I had contacts for these types of parties (as I said the bathhouses/saunas were "officially" closed, some held private events). Notably, those underground parties seemed to be a lot piggier and hardcore than the typical official event prior to Covid - possibly selection bias that it was mainly the most piggy guys that were still attending things like that?

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A Thing or Two to Do "He'll be ok. He just needs to get through the medical stuff" I said. "He's lucky to have a friend like you, Craig. I know many people who have abandoned friends who became positive. They are scared and think that just being near them they can become infected" Marc said. I nodded and said "Gay men shouldn't be so ignorant about things that can affect them" pausing a moment to try and direct the conversation away from people's status. "Anyway... Tim is going to be your tour guide tomorrow night. As it turns out, I have a couple things I need to get done tomorrow night, so I couldn't join you anyway" I added. Tim and Omar smiled and Sebastian seemed overjoyed. "A couple things or a couple guys?" Tim asked with grin. Everyone had a laugh, including me. We talked a while longer and when Sebastian said he needed to take another leak, Marc was ushering him back to the bathroom. The three of us chuckled, wondering if Sebastian wanted to go get fucked some more or truly needed to pee. We all talked a little until they came back about fifteen minutes later. "You weren't joking about the show in there. I had to protect my boy or he would have become part of it. Several asked me if they could fuck him" Marc said, sounding surprised at the amount of sex going on in there. "I expect things like that in a bathhouse, not in a bar restroom" he added a few seconds later. "I guess you don't want to see the back room then" I said with a chuckle. A chorus of "Back room?" came from each one. "I thought all bars like this had a back room. Go take a look and I'll hold the table. Just go all the way back and there is a curtain that separates the main bar and the play area. I watched the two pairs make their way through the bar. I sipped on my beer, feeling the buzz telling me that I should be heading home soon since I needed to be in the office early the next morning. Marc and Sebastian were the first two to come back. It had been more than twenty minutes since they left so they were either watching some of the other guys or playing on their own. "Very nice space. You could have fun in there for hours" Marc said, with Sebastian nodding. "Did you try any of the equipment out?" I asked. "Just one. Unfortunately we did not bring any cuffs or toys with us or we would be there for a long time" Marc replied. "Your friends were making do. It was hot to watch them fuck. I thought earlier that they were both passive, but Tim was fucking his friend hard" he added. "You're never sure what side of him you will see. He's very versatile" I said. Several minutes later, Tim and Omar came back laughing. "Thanks for the refill" Omar said to Tim as they sat down. "You'll never guess who I saw back there?" Tim asked me. "Uh... Carlos? I saw him earlier and bought him a drink" I replied with a smirk. "Yeah... He was really working a guy over" Tim said. "Did it bring back memories?" I asked, chuckling. "Mmhmm" he said. We talked a bit more, with Tim and Marc agreeing to meet at Marc's hotel the next evening. "We'll dance at a club and then hit the bathhouse once its got a good crowd. It'll be fun" Tim said as he put his shirt back on. We all did the same and Sebastian put his jeans on too. It was a shame to see him cover up that hot ass but I wondered how he'd explain his cum filled ass to his partner. With Marc and Sebastian safely in a cab, the three of us headed back to the train. Tim and I got off at our stop and walked back to the building. "Just be cool with these guys and don't out my status. I have to work with Marc and I don't want to deal with a mess in a few weeks at work" I said to Tim as we got to our building. "Yeah, I know. But Seb is a real slut. He begged to get bred in the bathroom. When a guy wrapped the tee around his face so he couldn't see who was fucking him, I couldn't refuse. He's got a talented ass" Tim said. We said "Hi" to the doorman who chuckled as we walked by. "Uh... Is Omar in the club?" I asked as we waited for the elevator. "Oh yeah. Just got his first test and he's really potent. Over half a million. I guess I still have the touch" Tim said once we got into the elevator. I shook my head but was still grinning when I asked "How many are you up to?" We got to my floor and the doors opened. As I walked off the elevator he said "He was number seventeen." -- Wednesday's meetings went quickly. It was nice to actually get a lot of things done and not just listen to boring presentations all day. I was surprised that people were willing to make decisions rather than "go back and talk about it." I caught Marc looking at me several times, each time with a smile. I wasn't sure if it was that he was enjoying the meeting, remembering the night before or anticipating the bathhouse. I was worried about what Tim might do, but both Marc and Sebastian were adults and can say "no" if they want. Chase was one of the "things" I wanted to do that night. I'd fucked him once more on Sunday, but again he didn't have a lot of time so it had been a quick breeding. 23 minutes from walking into the building and walking out. I hadn't gotten as physical as I had the time before and he hadn't made a comment about it, good or bad. Tuesday night we spent a lot more time. With neither of his roommates around, we got very vocal. He was the first to make a comment, but hearing him beg for "a big poz dick to wreck his hole" got me into it. We got rough and I tossed him around, flipping him from missionary to doggy to flat on the bed to against the wall. When I got close, I flipped him on his back. My cock slid back into the wide open hole with little resistance. The next several jabs went from all the way out to balls deep. Each time he'd shout out a drawn out, deep "FUCK!" I planted my cock in him and then grunted "You're fucked now" as my cock swelled and then began to pulse. With a few days rest, my balls were full and the shots didn't seem to end. Once I'd pumped three spurts in deep, I pulled back until my cock was half way in and let the rest of the my load coat his chute. Rolling over, exhausted, I laid on my back next to him, gasping for a minute. He sat up and got on his knees. Chase looked over at me and smiled before leaning forward and licking my cock. This was the first time he'd sucked me after I'd bred him and I could tell it wasn't something he had done much of. He sucked a little too hard on the head of my dick which was still a pretty sensitive. When he heard me cry out, he backed off and worked a little lower on the the sides and bottom of my cock. Once he'd ran out of cum on my cock to lick, he searched for more. My balls got cleaned next and then the base of my cock. The moans from my mouth told him how good it felt and by the time he'd finished he took one last lick over the exposed head and piss slit. Laying on his side next to me we both dozed off for a few minutes. When I woke, I climbed off the bed which woke Chase up too. I rolled him on his back and pushed my stiff cock back into him. Staring at his face I growled "You won't be shooting blanks much longer" and began to pound him. He started to stroke himself, keeping the same rhythm that I had. "Fuck yeah... do it... breed that neg hole... knock me up just like you wanted to do to that guy at the baths" he said as he stroked harder and harder. My thrusts got harder and harder too. I briefly thought of RJ and how Chase would soon be joining him in the club. While my first load that night took over an hour to get delivered, the second one took less than fifteen minutes. As soon as he started to shoot, I did too. His load puddled mostly in the hair between his pecs and mine mixed with my first load in his fertile hole. I stood there for a minute, my dick slowly softening in his ass. He looked up at me and said quietly "in the drawer... plug... please?" I reached over and rummaged around a few seconds before I found it and a few more seconds later it was locked in his ass. I smiled and then pulled him to his feet. "Shower?" I asked and he nodded. Not much was said as we cleaned off under the weak spray of water. We dried off and went back to his room. As I was getting dressed, he laid on the bed naked and watched me. "Fuck, that was so hot. Had a few firsts for me..." he said. When he didn't fill in what they were, I curiously asked. "Yeah, what?" "Licking a dick that had just bred me for one... begging to get pozzed was another... having the guy that bred me put a plug in... usually I do it after he leaves" he said, sounding a little embarrassed. "Just like I told your roommate, don't be shy trying new things. There's not much I don't like and if someone comes up with something I'll give it a shot. Unless it means I get fucked, then it's not going to happen" I said with a chuckle.

Taken Over 30 loads at a sex club in Atlanta. And in between fucks I had a dude find used condoms in the trash cans and empty the loads up my ass.

I was at a Fked sex party at Club 120 in Toronto. A few guys had fucked me bareback but noone had bred me. A very outgoing young sexy guy wearing only a harness started to play with me. After he fucked me for a bit he said he needed to piss. His eyes lit up when I suggested he just piss in me. We moved to where he could bend me over a fuck bench and he gathered some of his pals around to watch. When he was done somebody grabbed a plastic garbage pail and I was egged on to let the piss out into the pail.

Part 2 - Speed Breeding: Garrett’s troll dick was angled to the right, stretching my ass for what he called part of my ‘training’ for the Speed Breeding that was going to happen Friday night at the big sex party. He had already filled me with two loads, and called in a BBC buddy of his to give me a third, so my ass was good and wet. I had only recently tested POZ and while safe sex was the norm those days, it was awesome just fucking without having to talk about all that. Garrett never mentioned his status or asked mine, and I didn’t either. He wanted some ass, I needed some dick, and so we were good. “Lift that right leg back now - that’s it - feel that bit of resistance? That’s your second hole ring. You got a deep ass boy and it took me a minute to find the right spot. There will be some guys there Friday night who are bigger than me and will fuck you with no mercy as hard, deep, and fast as they can. You think you can take that? Once the Speed Breeding starts I can’t have you bowing out or complaining. You trust me? Willing to do what I need to make sure you are trained and ready?” I nodded yes; then looked in Garrett’s eyes as he picked up speed and SLAM! tore through that fleshy barrier. I screamed then immediately started to apologize as it felt like my hole was bleeding a bit. Garrett just kept fucking and smiled, “It’s OK, it’s OK. Feeling better now? See no matter how much your ass may hurt in that second, soon your it starts getting all warm, the hormones flow, and whatever little sting you felt becomes just fucking bliss. Ready for it again?” After Garrett had pumped another load in me, he lit a cigarette, laid back on the messed up bed beside me, and we started to talk. The conversation wasn’t about sex or anything major really, just life, stories of guys he knew, things he had experienced, asses he had fucked, his outlook on life in DC. His townhouse was modest and located at the edge of the ‘gay hood’ and next to a sketchy part of town. Nothing about his life screamed money or flashiness - just a normal guy. Garrett was in his early 40s and I was about 12 years younger. He said he liked the ‘old troll’ label as it was freeing. He had learned long ago not to give a fuck about what anybody thought or said and there was something wild and wicked about all those pretty boy queens bending over to let him fuck them like he wanted. “You’re different though,” Garrett observed as he tapped out his cigarette and handed me the bottle of coke – high grade cocaine. “Quiet and fresh sure, but you don’t seem like that crowd suits you.” I snorted, wiped my nose, shrugged, and admitted, “Yeah. I guess I lived that way far too long - caring what everyone else thought - and have started to realize I was missing out on a lot. You know I had never done anything like what we did at the bar before. I fucking loved it though!” Garrett laughed, took the bottle, snorted, “Yeah that was obvious too. Let me think on what else we can do today to help you along with seeing what you been missing.” Garrett had gone out, but had left me with a few bottles of cocaine and told me to get good and high. He also said I should make myself at home and he would be back shortly and that I was welcome to spend the evening. Then he had added cryptically, “You will really enjoy it if you do.” I couldn’t believe how trusting he was and so just sat in the living room, flipping through a stack of magazines he had on his coffee table. I heard the back door open, Garrett’s voice, and the voices of at least two others. “Pour us a drink will you,” Garrett said to his new guests as he started to walk my way, “Add an extra one for my new friend.” I stood up. Garrett set a few more bottles of coke on the coffee table, “Snort up. Tonight’s my usual card night with a couple buddies. I know you like black dick and they are a couple of white ass killers and tag team destroyers who each have humongous dicks and can fuck round after round. Is that ass still hungry? Fuck your hole is dripping wet and Jesus - look what you did to my dick. But I’ll wait. I need you to take my buddies first. Couple things to know. They are rough, rowdy, rude, and will hold you down and rape fuck you hard. You ever been truly rape fucked? They’re straight - mostly - but a pussy is a pussy and when we drink and get high they get horny as shit, so on occasion I line up a little side action for them. They are not pretty boys - these are real men who take what they want and need when they want and need it. Unlike that young guy I had come fuck you earlier, these two are the real deal. Finally, they are both homeless and for Speed Breeding you have to be willing to take ANY dick. You trust me? Will you do this? I can assure you that you will fucking love it!” And then it began: “TAKE THAT DICK… “YEAH YOU TRAINING THIS ONE RIGHT MAN - TRAINING HIM RIGHT... “THAT SECOND HOLE BROKE ALREADY - DAMN! TIME TO DIG OUT THAT THIRD… “HOW’S THAT CRUSTY DICK FEELING IN THAT PUSSY? PULL THEM CHEEKS APART, LET MY MAN HERE GET A GOOD LOOK AT MY DICK STRETCHING THAT CUNT OUT…” “MAN YOU AIN’T TAUGHT HIM HOW TO DEEPTHROAT YET? FUCK NAW MAN - STRAIGHT ON TO THE ADVANCE COURSE OF GAG-THE-FAG…” “TIME FOR SOME A.T.M. - ASS TO MOUTH - HOW’S THAT DICK TASTE?…” “YEAH HOW’S THAT HORSE DICK FEEL? YOU MY FILLY NOW - FILL YOU UP WITH SOME BABIES, LET YOU SHIT THAT NUTT OUT - FILL YOU AGAIN…” “YOU LIKE HOW THIS NICCA DICK CURVES UP AND HIT’S THAT CLIT? OH YOU WANT IT HARDER? FUCK YEAH!...” “YO GARRETT, WE CRASHING HERE TONIGHT BRO - THINK WE NEED TO KEEP THIS CUNT COKED UP AND KNOCKED UP...” “NO WE AIN’T GENTLE. BITCHES IN HEAT NEED TO GET KNOCKED UP ROUGH BY THE PREDATOR DICK…” “WE SHOULD TAKE YOU DOWN TO THE BOOKSTORES AND LET ALL THE NICCAS GANG RAPE THAT ASS. YOU LETTIN US PIMP YOU OUT? FUCK YEAH!...” “I AIN’T TIED A BITCH UP IN A LONG MINUTE. YO GARRETT? YOU STILL GOT YOUR BAG OF TRICKY SHIT?...” Garrett and his friends never did get to their card game as they said breeding me was all the spades they needed. Of course my friends were suspicious when I called to let them know I was crashing someplace else that night and were not happy when I just told them I was staying with a friend and that it was no one they knew. They believed I didn’t know anyone else in DC - how could I? I had just gotten here Saturday. Well the stress I felt after the call was immediately relieved as one BBC slammed back up my ass, another slammed down my throat, and Garrett stood to the side so I could stroke his troll dick. As the three men spent the night training me to be a sub slut for dirty, raw, dick, and exploring my body, I took in every lesson they taught me on how to take dick, suck dick, and please a true top who just wanted to fuck. None of this lovey dovey gay shit. This was just balls-to-the-wall hardcore sex with no strings. The more they fucked me, the more they talked about what crazy shit they wanted me to do and the more they laughed when without hesitation I said, “I’M IN. WHEN CAN WE DO IT?” Tuesday morning arrived with a tangle of man flesh and an insistent hard dick pushing through the caked cum in my hole to open me back up. The fuck fest had moved from the main floor of Garrett’s townhouse downstairs to a basement apartment, which he said he had rented out when he first bought the place, but now used it for the occasional guest, party, or storage needs. As soon as the morning load was dropped in my hole I scampered to the bathroom and let out a stream of rank piss then some cum farts and a tire’s worth of air. I came out as the two BBC were stretching and looking for a smoke or coke and their sweaty bodies, man funk, masculine ‘fuck-it-if-it-moves’ approach made my dick stiff and my ass hungry for more. That’s how Garrett found us when he came down the stairs carrying a tray of cups and a pot of warm coffee. While the two homeless guys helped themselves, Garrett slid into my raw ass and asked, “Which one of you two has already been digging around up in here this morning? Jesus - it’s my house. You could have at least offered me dibs.” They all laughed. As much as I wanted to just hang out and fuck, I was supposed to help my friend with some stuff at his place. Garrett walked me upstairs, helped me find my clothes, then handed me a small pill, “Here. Take this and drink plenty of water and juice and stuff today. It’ll ease the come down.” I wanted to thank him and to ask when I could see him again, but he was way ahead of me. “I’m planning to cook something up on the grill for dinner tonight. Maybe if you are not doing anything, you are welcome to come back by. Who knows, maybe your other new friends downstairs will be here, or maybe somebody else if you want that too.” I smiled, reached out and stroked his monster troll dick and replied, “I enjoy just hanging with you and talking and, well of course letting you fuck me. But am cool with whatever. Yeah I had a great time with them too so like I said, anything you want. I want to make sure I am ready for the Speed Breeding on Friday.” Garrett nodded, smiled, gave my ass a slap, and let me out the front door. I didn’t realize what assholes my ‘friends’ were until I got back to their house and received a lecture that included the word ‘ungrateful’ just because I was trying to have a life that did not include them after my own had gone to total hell. I bit my tongue, did the cleaning and other shit I had said I would do, and then showered, changed, and left before I said something I would regret. On the walk back to Garrett’s I was mumbling to myself, pissed at my ‘friends’, pissed at the world. “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” someone pleaded. The voice brought me out of my stupor and I stopped. There sitting on the curb of the sidewalk was a guy, tall and lanky and sort of hunched over. He was dressed in layers that were far too warm for the time of year and had a dusty, dark colored backpack beside him bulging with stuff. “Any change?” he asked again. My ass quivered. I flashed back to the night before to the two homeless BBC that had fucked me and I needed more. This guy was sexy, masculine, and looked like a good, hard fuck, but what do I say? I just shrugged and said, “Sorry man, but maybe later when I come back by if you’re around.” The guy gave me a ‘yeah I’ve heard that before’ look, but smiled and said, “Any change at all. I appreciate it,” and hunched back over. “What’s wrong?” Garrett asked when he answered the door. I just shook my head while he dried his hands on a dishtowel. I just met the guy. Last thing he needed was to hear my problems. Garrett smiled, “Come on into the kitchen. You can help me cut up stuff and prep. You cook much? Oh and there’s some coke on the counter there if you want some. That’ll make you feel better.” He was right. The cocaine and the pleasant company made me feel better in nothing flat. A little more coke, some more, and my ass was raring to go. While Garrett did say he could not fuck me until he got the ribs and stuff cooking, he did let me kneel on the floor and suckle on his big troll dick while he finished the prep. As I did, I imagined I was sucking the guy I saw on the street so I paused and asked, “How do you pick up guys off the street or in a park?” Garrett stepped back, “Damn! You had me right on the fucking edge. Was going to blast your throat. Turn the fuck around so I can spit fuck that ass.” I grunted as Garrett worked his dry, raw dick into my hole and fumbled with the bottle to snort more coke as he did. The burn in my nose, the drip in my throat, was matched by the burn and drip happening on my backside as Garrett started to fuck me hard and school me in the ways of picking up street trade. “Street dick is all about the nutt and the hustle. No street dude is looking for a love connection. Like my friends last night. It’s all about fucking rough, quick, raw, and making a little something for the hustle if they can. These guys rarely know where the next meal is coming from, where they will crash that night, if the cops are going to hassle them, or if anyone is going to show a little kindness and mercy and help them out. Yeah, cash is necessary, but so to is a warm smile, a human touch. Most of these guys aren’t out there by choice really. Sure, some are fucked up on drugs and shit, but they would choose having a home and family and being high rather than not having a home. You understand? Some guys you can just come right out and ask because they will be upfront about it. Usually they are the gay ones. The ones who might have been street sex workers when they were younger but now that they’re older, that shit’s harder to do cause everyone wants young trade. The straight ones, most will fuck ass just as quick as pussy. They got needs and wants too so if there is a chance to blow some cum in a warm hole, they’ll take it. Just start a conversation and ask what they’re up to or what’s going on. But, you need to offer them a little something. A few bucks, a couple of smokes, a sandwich, whatever. Then they’ll push you against a wall like this or bend you over in the alley - UGH - stick their dick in you like this - UGH - then fucking breed that ass deep like this! UGH UGH!!” With his dick still pumping spurts of hot man juice in my ass I asked, “OK, makes sense, but what if they get pissed or want to fight or something?” Garrett pumped his hips a few more times and told me, “Push your ass back and bend forward - fuck yeah like that - scraping that upper gut wall good. Fuck boy that is good ass.” Garrett pulled out of my ass, I quickly knelt down and licked him clean, then looked up, “I saw this guy a few blocks over on my way here. I really wanted to see if he wanted to fuck. But….” Garrett asked where, I told him, “Yeah he’s got a big old dick and he hustles. I know him from back in the day. Have not done anything with him in ages, but he’s got a little spot around the corner from where he asks for change that he takes men and women. So my buddies last night turned you onto the freak shit huh? Can’t be taught man, you are or you aren’t and you definitely ARE. That’s what I was talking about living. If you want to fuck - fuck. What’s the worst that can happen really? The guy says no. Just be smart about it. Have a plan in mind if you need to run and also never ask a street dude if he wants to fuck when other folks are around. Even the old street trade guys keep their shit on the DL - you know Down Low.” The ribs were on the grill for a slow smoke that Garrett said would take a few hours. “I need to go to the Fire Place bar down on P Street to work out some final plans for Friday’s party with one of the guys who’s in charge of setting shit up. Want to come along?” I declined. My friends had mentioned that place for cheap happy hours so I knew they might be there and I really didn’t want to see them. Garret nodded in understanding, handed me a $10, a bottle of coke, and a few paper towels. “Here, go back up to the corner. He’ll still be there and when I get back, I expect to find your ass full of his cum. Just show him the bill and ask him if he’s got a few minutes. He’ll know what you mean. I’ll leave the back door unlocked so just come in that way when you get back and oh, I may bring some folks back with me too. There’s a couple of fresh, young guys there who just started working the streets. I know their pimp and he owes me and may bring him along too. I think he would like you.” OK, all that just fucking blew my mind I had to laugh wondering what my friends would say if they had just heard that conversation or knew what I was planning to do next. I held the bottle up to the light and eyed the shadow line of cocaine inside. I twisted the black cap, tapped a line out onto the edge of my hand and snorted - and repeated. Garrett was right. Walking up the sidewalk I was nervous as hell, but as I looked, I could see the guy on the corner was not just slumped over. He was scanning the folks on the street, both sides, coming and going, far more aware of what was going on than I suspect anyone else was. I palmed the brown bottle in my pocket and eased out the $10. I paused then paced my approach to try to ensure I timed it when I saw no one else coming the opposite way. I stopped to his right, asked if he remembered me, and before he could answer I flashed the $10 and asked if he had a minute. Well it was barely a minute later before I found myself pressed into a corner between an overgrown part of a yard and high, brick wall and the corners of an old carriage house and run down apartment building. The homeless guy had dropped his pants, grabbed my shoulders, and rape fucked my ass dry, rough, and exactly how I needed it. The only thing he said was, “Shhh,” when I grunted a little loud. His dick was nice and long and not as thick as Garrett’s. I could literally feel it when he shot in me and then he pulled out, stepped back, wiped his dribbling dick head on the inside of his pants, and walked back out of the alley. I pulled my shorts up and looked left and right as I came out. At the corner a now familiar voice asked, “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” I smiled and replied, “Not today Sir, but maybe tomorrow.” Back at Garrett’s house I could not help but jack my dick, thinking about the homeless dick that had just nutted in me. I was leaning back on the couch, jacking hard, my eyes closed when I heard the back door and voices. I quit what I was doing, yanked my shorts up, and went to the kitchen, all the while willing my still hard dick to soften. Garrett eyed me, smiled, nodded clearly knowing I had been successful, then introduced me to his guests. “Guys. This is my new friend I was telling you about. He just moved to DC and who will be one of the featured bottoms in the Speed Breeding area at Friday’s party.” The younger guy looked to be about 19 or 20, clean shaven, very preppy looking. The older guy was much taller, with twisted braids and a part in the middle, mustache, with an extra large white/tan plaid shirt on and looked totally like the tall dude from the group Bone Thugs N Harmony. “You two go into the living room and give us a minute. We’ve got a few things to discuss,” Garrett said. In the living room the younger guy pointed at one of the bottles of cocaine on the table, “May I?” he asked. A big snort later and he held out his hand, “Call me Kip. My mom was a fan of Rudyard Kipling - you know the author?” That was the extent of our conversation. We just didn’t click - at all. The tall man walked in, looked at Kip, “Ain’t you got someplace to be youngin?” he asked. Kip scrambled like Godzilla was on the loose. The tall man walked over, sat down on the couch beside me, his arms across the top, his legs splayed wide like he fucking owned the place. “Yo, set me up for some of the powder. My man’s always got the primo shit.” I opened the brown bottle and flinched as he set his hand between my shoulder blades then, “HMMMed,” as he ran his fingers down my spine to where my crack was peeking out the top of my shorts. He leaned forward, cleared 4 lines, then motioned for me to lay out more. I did, then he motioned for me to snort them. I did. “Suck my motha-fuckin dick!” the tall man ordered. I looked towards the kitchen to see where Garrett was. SMACK! The tall man cuffed my head. “Why you not doing what I say? Huh? I said suck it.” I got on the floor between his knees, unzipped his pants, he raised his hips off the couch and let me slide his pants down around his ankles, then I inhaled the sweat from his balls and started to spit up his shaft. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t moan. Nothing. I was afraid to stop. “Bend the fuck over!” he said. I stood up. There was really no place to bend over so I edged a bit further down the couch. He stood up, kicking the coffee table back, making room for his massive mandingo dick. He ran his fingers down my spine again, found my hole, jammed three in deep as he could, scratched it up, pulled them out, grabbed my hips and slammed his dick home. Even full of homeless cum it hurt. “I ONLY FUCK WHORES - YOU A WHORE? YEAH YOU MUST BE. I SMELL THAT SOME DIRTY NICCA’S BEEN UP ON YOU. SMELL THAT PUSSY FULL OF DIRTY NICCA NUTT. YEAH MY MAN WAS RIGHT. THAT PUSSY MADE FOR A DICK LIKE MINE. YOU JUST LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS CLIMB UP IN THAT SHIT AND NUTT? EVEN WITH AIDS AND ALL THAT? YOU EXACTLY WHAT I NEED TOMORROW THEN. A TOTAL BUSSY WITH NO SELF RESPECT WHO WILL LET A WHOLE GROUP OF DIRTY NICCA USE THAT TWEAKER ASS. BUT DON’T WORRY. C.O.’S GOT YOU.” I was using some of the paper towels from my short’s pocket to wipe the chunks of spooge off the back my thigh when Garrett walked in smiling. “See - I knew you two would get along.” Turning to me he said, “Look. I know you didn’t say it, but clearly things are fucked up where you’re staying at. Look around. I got space. You’re welcome to stay here. Really. You’d even be doing me a favor as I would appreciate someone who could help run errands and clean and stuff. No. No. I’m not asking for rent. I know you don’t have a job yet. That’s what I’m saying. You can work for me. Hell you should see my office upstairs. Trust me I need the help. Even better, you can have the basement apartment. Come and go as you please, but of course I hope you know I do enjoy fucking that ass so while not required for this to work…” The tall man coughed, swallowed the cocaine drip, “Fuck he’ll take it. Can we get on now?” Garrett laughed, “You have not been formally introduced, but this is C.O. - he grew up in Cleveland, Ohio - so C.O.” Another snort and swallow from the tall man. “C.O. will drive you to your friends’ house right now. You can pick up your things and by the time you get back the ribs should be ready and then we can get you set up. How’s that sound?” I looked at Garret with total appreciation, thanks, and a silent promise to let him breed my ass all fucking night long. “How’s that bussy feel?” C.O. asked as we drove the dozen blocks or so to my friends’ house. I looked at C.O as he flicked the ash from his cigarette out the cracked window on the driver’s side. I eyed his tall, rugged form, leaning back in the driver’s seat and imagined him fucking me again as I stared at his crotch area. “Eyes up here whore - eyes up here! He chuckled. “Now which fucking place is it?” Cars behind us were honking as C.O. slowly made his way down the one-way street and double parked close to the townhouse I pointed too. He flipped off the car behind us when he got out, sauntered over to the sidewalk, tossed his still lit cigarette into the bushes, ambled down the steps and banged on the door to the basement unit. Yeah my friends lived in a fucking basement unit. It was nice, really nice, in a huge townhouse in one of the best neighborhoods, but it was still the God damn basement. Fucking uppity queens! They acted like they lived in Buckingham Palace for Christ’s sake! We could hear someone on the other side of the door and C.O. yelled, “OPEN THE FUCK UP! YO BOY’S HERE TO GET HIS SHIT!” He then turned to me with an utter look of confusion like he couldn’t understand why two uptight white dudes would not open their door for him. I stepped up, looked at the peephole and said, “It’s me. I just came to get some things.” The chain eased back, the deadbolt turned, the door opened just a crack so my friends could see it was me. C.O. pushed past me and in a few hectic, loud, chaotic minutes I explained I was moving out, that this was a friend, no I was not being robbed, no they were not being robbed, that yes I was OK, thanks for all they had done, OK see you later. Bye. The car was set into park as C.O. pulled up in front of Garrett’s house. He looked at me and said, “Yo. My man’s good people. He helps folks out. I don’t know you, but trust - if you fuck him over I will hunt you the fuck down. We clear?” I nodded. C.O. smiled, “Aiight, you’re on loan to me tomorrow. Be ready at 3:00. I’ll pick you up. I need a gangbang bitch for a group of brothas who’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. They get off on raping a faggot. They know you can’t call the cops cause they won’t give a shit and they know there’s no risk of baby mama drama. My man says you can handle it. That’s why he’s got you - and Kip - booked for Speed Breeding on Friday. You know you’re taking one of my boy’s slots right? It’s cool yo - business is business, but you got to prove to me - and Garrett - that bussy can handle ANYTHING we fucking throw at it and from what I hear, you still green and fresh to the scene.” I gave C.O. a dismissive grunt, pulled my suitcase out of the trunk and slammed it. I walked up the steps, turned, and saw the rough thug glaring at me from the driver’s side window. I forked my fingers on my right hand, pointed at my face and said, “EYES UP HERE FUCKER. AND DON’T BE LATE TOMORROW. IF YOU WANT THIS BUSSY, YOU BEST BE ON TIME.” C.O.’s chuckle echoed between the brick walls as I made my way inside my new home. Tomorrow would be another day of training, preparing me for the Speed Breeding that would happen Friday. I couldn’t fucking wait! Stay tuned for part 3. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

I've only ever been able to cum by jacking off; neither blowjobs nor fucking have given me orgasms. Wish it were different, but there it is. So, yes...jacking off is needed. I also have almost always waited until the top (or I) has/have left and done it alone.