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This is a story I wrote for my husband for some fantasy sharing. It's my first post, and I hope y'all like it. The *ding* on my phone got my attention. I knew that tone meant a message in the app my husband and I used for our dirty talk. We’d been exchanging messages all week while he was traveling and now he was headed home. “Feel like playing? Maybe a little Dom/sub time?” I smiled and my cock stiffened a bit. “Of course, sir.”, I replied cheekily. *Ding* “Meet me at the adult bookstore in the booths in an hour. Wear something easy to strip out of and be prepared for me to fuck you.” I was fully hard nearly instantly. I quickly made sure my hole was clean and headed out. Got to the store and seeing he wasn’t there yet, paid my fee and wandered inside. It was just after the workday so it was busy with guys looking for some quick action before they went home. About 10 minutes later I see him come into the booth area. He heads to a booth and nods for me to follow. We feed the video machine and put on some hot bareback porn. Gently grabbing my waist and pulling me to him he kisses me deeply, his tongue hungrily exploring my mouth. He kisses down my chin and neck and up to my ear and then whispers our code word to me, as a question: “Property?” I knew what he wanted and I got harder. He wanted me to submit and do as I’m told. No questions. Safe word, of course, but in the absence of my need to use that, he would decide what we did, how, and with whom. “Yes sir.”, I replied, knowing that should be the last thing I said unless absolutely necessary or he asked specifically for a reply. “Strip.” I quickly got out of the gym shorts and tee I was wearing, having gone commando under. “Knees”, he commanded as he opened his pants, turning so anyone in the other booth could watch from the gloryhole. He pulled out his cock, which wasn’t hard yet and I immediately found out why as he fed it to me with one hand and grabbed my hair with the other and commanded, “Drink.” With that he opened the flow and started pissing in my mouth. I swallowed furiously until he finished. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, wiping the last few drops on my cheek. He looked down at me and smiled as he stroked his now rapidly growing cock. When it was hard he slid it into my waiting mouth again and gently fucked my face. After a minute he pulled out of my mouth again. “Do you have lube and poppers?”, he asked. “Yes sir.”, I replied. “Give me the lube. You use the poppers. Get as high as you want.”, he said with a wicked grin. I fumbled in the pockets of my shorts on the bench, pulling out the lube to hand to him and find the poppers for me. After I took a big hit and the rush hit me, he fed me his cock again. While it was in my mouth, he says, “Ass in position, slut.” Without taking his cock from my mouth, I moved on my knees, pushing my exposed ass out and up as much as possible. I heard him squirt some lube on his fingers and driving his cock to the back of my throat, he leaned over and worked some lube into my hole. While making me choke on his throbbing dick, he worked fingers into me, adding more lube until I was slick. He stood up and pulled his cock from my mouth. Leaning down, he says, “I want to do something different. I’m going to leave the booth and go on the other side of the gloryhole. There’s no one there. I’m going to feed you my cock until I’m ready to fuck you. Keep working your hole with your fingers if you want while we do that. And last thing - when I leave this booth, close the door but leave it unlocked so that I can get back in. Clear?” “Crystal, sir.” “Good boy.”, he said, smiling and tucking his cock back in his pants. He slipped out of the booth and I closed the door behind him. Looking through the gloryhole I saw him enter the adjoining booth, close the door, and pull his cock out again. When it came through the hole, I went back to work. I heard him sigh in pleasure. The porn in both booths set the mood while I sucked him, taking the occasional hit of poppers. After about a few minutes of rhythmic thrusting into my mouth, he pulled his cock back through and leaned down to speak to me. I turned my ear to the hole to hear. “In a second I want to fuck you through gloryhole. Put your hole up against it so I can get in your whore ass. I’m going to pull out now and then, and maybe use some fingers. Do not take your hole away from the wall unless I tap on it three times. Nod your head if you understand.” I nodded and saw him stand up, lubing up his cock. I stood up and backed against the wall, spreading my cheeks as I bent over and feeling the plywood against me as my hole met the opening. Moments later his finger went in. First one, and as he felt me relax, a second, then a third, moving gently in and out, twisting and stretching so I would be ready to receive him. The cool air and emptiness I felt when he pulled them out didn’t last long, as I quickly felt the tip of his rod at my hole. He pushed slowly, pausing as I gasped and relaxed, and then pushed farther until I heard him make contact with the other side of the wall. “Oh fuck your ass feels good.”, he moaned. He began thrusting into me, slowly at first. But then with more urgency. He pounded me, his belt buckle striking the wall and I was sure we both knew everyone in the arcade could hear it. The he slowed down and took up an easy rhythm. It was then that I heard the door to his booth open and close. He was whispering to someone, but I couldn’t hear what. He pulled out of my ass but replaced his cock with two fingers, rocking them in and out of me while the whispers continued. “Hit the poppers good, whore.”, I heard through the wall. I took a long hit in both nostrils, holding them in and feeling the warmth spread through me, and that blissful light-headedness hit me. The only thing I could think about or feel was the fingers in my ass. And then they were gone. And once again I felt his cockhead push against my hole, this entry easier than the first, and the thrusting began at once. I heard the door to his booth open and close again, the stranger leaving. For a few seconds the only sounds were the porn on the screen and the groans of pleasure from both sides of the gloryhole. As ordered, I had not locked my booth door. Blissfully taking the cock in my ass, I hear the knob and looked up as it opened. My husband walked in, pants still open, stroking his rock-hard cock that was slick with lube and the juices from my ass. It only took about a second for him to shove the cock that just been up my hole back into my mouth as I realized through the haze of poppers and sex that I was getting fucked by a stranger. My cock, which had started to soften, sprang back to attention. “Suck that dick, whore. Clean your ass off my cock.” I moaned. “You’re getting fucked by a total stranger. Do you like it?” “Yes sir.”, I tried to say with a mouthful of cock, tasting myself on him. He leaned down, cock still in my mouth, and whispered, “He’s in your ass bare, and I told him to pump his cum up your guts, you nasty slut.” I groaned and shivered as he straightened back up, grabbed my head, and began to face fuck me. I sucked his cock for all it was worth. “Blow your load, whore.” At that order I reached down between my legs and stroked my cock. With the bare cock in my ass pounding harder, it only took seconds before I grunted around my husband’s dock in mouth, I came hard, my ass clenching around this stranger’s dick. My ring tightening was all he needed. I felt a final push deep into my hole hard and heard him groan loudly and felt his cock throb and pulse inside me. I knew he had just bred me. My husband fucked my face harder and in seconds held my head down and almost shouted as he pumped his cum into my mouth. He backed away as I felt the stranger pull out, and the cum started to dribble from my ass. Grinning, my husband reached for a paper towel and handed it to me. “Good boy.”, he said. “That was so hot. I’m going to get you bred again. See you at home.” With that he walked out of the booth and left me to clean myself up. I could barely walk but I’m sure I wandered out of that booth with a completely satisfied look on my face.

Came across this story I wrote about... gosh, 12 years back now? Based on a true story, some details may have been embellished. I'll let you decide which details those are. ----- Who You Are In The Dark: A Bookstore Encounter I used to make an occasional trip to the adult bookstore in the town I went to high school in, even after I had moved away from the town to a different city about two hours south. Located just off of I-80, as well as being next to a truck stop AND strip club, there was an interesting mix of clientele. The store itself was well-lit and friendly (so far as these places go), and the front clerks were always business when you bought your entry to the back arcade. The arcade itself was pretty standard. A big rectangle, with about a dozen rooms off the hallway, each large enough for a comfortable two, and more if you were so inclined. All manner of movies would be playing – straight, lesbian, gay, bi, trans, there was literally something for nearly every taste. And just off the viewing rooms was a large, open rec room (for lack of a better term.) A pool table, several arcade games, vending machines, a big-screen TV – just a nice place to take a breather between hookups. There was a definite 'no sex' policy in the rec area, and it was the only place in the back that had a camera. It was in this room that I found myself on one of my visits. It was spring, and even a weekend, but there were not many visitors to the store that night. I had made a few rounds of the rooms, without much success in finding any interesting or interested parties. I took a break from the dark rooms to get a soda and shoot a few solo games of pool. There was one other man in the rec room, a gentleman who was probably in his late 30s or early 40s. At this time, I was around 22 or 23, so this was an 'older' guy to me. He was fairly handsome, well-dressed and with hit of gray at his temples and in his goatee. He was a bit on the husky side, but I've always had a soft spot for that type. I recall that the TV was playing a James Bond marathon, and I would stop playing every few minutes to watch the screen. I was never a Bond fan but, hey, TV. At one point, the other guy saw me watching and asked who my favorite Bond was. "Honestly, I was never a Bond guy," I answered. "Never really got into the movies." "You're missing out," he said. "Brosnan is my favorite. Handsome guy." "I'll drink to that," I said, and took a sip from my Diet Coke. "Had any luck?" he asked, nodding his head toward the back rooms. "Nah. It's kind of dead tonight. Weird for a weekend." "Yeah. I gave up after awhile, settled down to watch some TV, see if anyone else showed up." "I hear ya. I'm shooting pool by myself. That should tell you how slow it is." He stood up from the couch. "Thought I might take another stroll around the booths, see what's good. You should come," he offered. Without waiting for a response, he walked back into the dark hallways. I finished off my soda, abandoned my pool 'game', and followed a few moments later. He had already vanished into the hallway, but it wouldn't be hard to find him. It was a rectangle. I took a slow stroll around, looking into the booths. A few others had wandered in while we had been in the rec room, but I was looking for someone specific at this point. I found him in one of the corner booths, watching the end of a male-male fuck scene, sitting and rubbing his crotch through his slacks. "Mind if I join you?" I asked, poking my head into the room. "I'd be offended if you didn't," he answered, and patted the empty spot next to him. I joined him in the booth and closed the door behind me. I sat next to him and it didn't take long before he grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. This close, I could smell his cologne and taste the faint hint of tobacco on his breath. It wasn't the reek of a heavy smoker, just the tang of nicotine. I noticed the wedding ring on his hand for the first time, which turned me on even more. My cock was quickly hardening in my pants, and by the sudden way he gripped it through my shorts, he noticed. He pulled his mouth from mine, grabbed my hand and placed it squarely on his crotch. He resumed kissing me, our hands massaging each others hardness. We made out for quite awhile, and eventually I found myself pulling back a little to take off my shirt. He followed suit, and I appreciated the view as he revealed a fair but solid belly and a not-quite-firm chest, covered with just a light dusting of black hair. My own stomach and chest were fairly firm, the result of a post high-school dedication to losing weight and exercising, but covered with just about the same amount of hair as his. He stood me up and pressed me against the wall, his bare torso pressing against mine. "You're hot," he said, and dropped to his knees. He unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. I was commando, and my hard dick sprung gratefully free immediately. "Damn," he groaned, and swallowed my 6 ½ inches with gusto. He sucked with the ferocity of a man in need, occasionally moving to lick and suck my balls into his mouth, rolling them around with his tongue. I grabbed the back of his head at one point and began fucking my cock into his mouth. "You like my dick?" I asked, a little more aggressively than I usually am. "Does your wife know you like sucking cock?" He mumbled something around my rod, and continued to suck as I force-fed it to him. I didn't want to cum yet, so after a few minutes of this, I relented and pulled back. "Not yet, man. I want to enjoy this. It's your turn," I said, and pulled him to his feet. I slid down the wall until I was on my knees and at eye level with the clear bulge in his slacks. I fumbled with his belt for a moment, but managed to undo it and unfasten his pants. They slid down his solid thighs, and left me facing his white briefs. I could see the outline of his cock, and it was even more impressive than it had felt under my hand before. I pulled his briefs down, and his own cock stood at attention. It was about 8 inches, and pretty thick. I could fit my hand around it, but only just. The slit was leaking precum, and I took a slow lick to taste his juices, pulling my head back enough that he could see the line of his fluid stretching from his cock to my tongue. "Fuck," he said, and pushed his dick toward me. "Suck it. Suck it for me." I obliged, and went to work on his dick. Slowly at first, as it was a bit bigger than anything I'd taken at that point. Slowly, I managed to work my way about two-thirds of the way down the shaft. He started thrusting his cock into my mouth, gently at first, but with increasing speed. At some point, he managed to force it all the way in, and I found my nose buried in his pubic hair. "Oh my God, you suck better than my wife," he moaned, and continued fucking my mouth. My gag reflex kicked in and I started choking on his dick. This just turned him on more, and he grabbed the back of my head, shoving the full length of his rod into my throat. "Fucking choke on that dick," he ordered. "Choke on it like a bitch." I obliged, without much choice. My throat convulsed around his member, and he let out a long string of swears that made me think he was cumming already. He finally let go of my head and pulled his dick from my mouth. I looked up at him with watery eyes. "Good?" I asked, my voice rough from the throat-fucking I had just taken. "Really good," he affirmed. "Lay down on your back.. I want to lay on top of you for awhile." I slid out of my shorts completely and spread my clothes on the floor, giving me some semblance of comfort. I laid back and watched him finish disrobing, sliding his pants off. He did just as he had said, and laid his bare flesh against mine, and we resumed our passionate make-out session from before. All at once, the room went completely dark. We paused for a moment, and realized that the movie had ended and the TV had shut itself off to conserve power. Strange, since these things were usually on a loop, or the clerk would have noticed the end of the movie and started it up again. We lay there in almost complete darkness, the only light being the dim hallway bulbs shining in from under the door. I felt him now, rather than seeing him, and enjoyed the sensation of this stranger laying atop me, the smell of him becoming a little stronger as my senses compensated for the darkness. We soon began making out again, and his tongue explored my mouth. I answered in kind, and we continued kissing for quite awhile. I could feel more precum from his dick leaking onto my thigh, and spread my legs a little wider. His dick slipped between my legs and probed gently against my hole as we tasted one another. This went on for awhile, the precum from his dick making my hole slick and his cock head pressing gently at my opening. Suddenly, he stopped. "I don't have a condom," he whispered into my ear, sounding disappointed. "Oh," I answered. "Okay." That was all I said, neither giving permission nor denial to continue. I felt his tongue in my mouth again, and the hardness of his dick pressing into me. The heat we were generating in the room started taking its toll, making both our bodies slippery. After several minutes of this, I felt his dick pressing firmly against my ass, and the head of his cock penetrating into me. I gasped with pleasure, and a little discomfort, as his thickness popped into me with only sweat and precum for lube. "I don't have a condom," he repeated, and continued pushing his length into me. "I'm in you bareback." "Feels good," I gasped. He moaned softly and bit my collarbone as he bottomed out, his balls coming to full rest against my ass cheeks. "You're tighter than my wife. Wet, too," he said, and began sliding out of me, and it felt like he nearly pulled out entirely before thrusting back in. "I'm not wearing a condom," he kept repeating, as though I had somehow forgotten that I was in pitch darkness with a married man's raw dick in my ass. "I know," I said. "But I'm not stopping you." That seemed to be all the permission he needed to begin fucking me in earnest, his thrusts picking up speed as my insides stretched to accommodate his cock. A few times, he pulled completely out and I felt empty for the briefest moment before he shoved himself fully into me. He fucked expertly, even in the dark, and began nibbling on my earlobe. I gasped in pleasure and found myself digging fingernails into his back, not even realizing my hands had wrapped around him. "Make love to me," I whispered into the dark. "Oh god, yes. You're so much better than my wife. Her pussy has never been this tight and wet." We fucked like this for what felt like an hour, in complete darkness, our moans and grunts occasionally punctuated by my whispered begging for his dick and his gasping replies, telling me how good my hole felt on his cock, how I was a hotter fuck than his wife. I started to feel the sweat from his face dripping onto me, some of it landing on my lips or in my mouth, the salty taste turning me on even more. "Do you want me to pull out or stay inside?" he finally asked. I was feeling so good at this point, I missed his meaning. "Stay inside," I answered. "Keep going." It was when his tempo started to increase and a guttural string of swears came from him that I realized what he had actually meant. "Oh my God," I asked. "Are you going to cum inside me?" "Fuck yes, I'm going to cum inside you. I'm going to get you pregnant. I'm going to knock you up, and you're going to take it," he said firmly. He thrust his cock fully into me and let out a fairly loud, "OH FUCK!" and I knew he was shooting. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeated, and I felt his seed filling me, the warmth and wetness spreading through my insides. "I'm cumming inside you. I'm cumming so hard," he panted. As I finally felt his orgasm start to subside, he began fucking his load into me, his rod plowing my cum-slicked hole. Eventually, he relented, and I felt his cock withdrawing from my ass. The head of his dick pulled out with an audibly wet 'pop'. We lay there in darkness and silence for a few minutes, the heat of our sex slowly dissipating. Finally, I felt him stirring. "I shouldn't have done that. I didn't have a rubber. I shouldn't have fucked you bare. I'm sorry, man. I just got caught up in the moment and.. I mean, I don't have anything, but I just.. I'm sorry and.." "Dude. Chill," I said, reaching out a hand in the darkness to caress his cheek. "It's cool. I pretty obviously wanted it, too. I didn't stop you." "You sure it's okay? I mean.. I've never done that." "It's fine," I assured him. "Though I may actually manage to get knocked up with as much as you shot." He laughed a little, his nervousness slowly waning. "Yeah, I did shoot a lot. I meant what I said. You really are a better fuck than my wife. She won't even let me say things like 'fuck' or 'pussy' when we're having sex." "Ouch," I answered. "For what it's worth, I'm okay with everything that was said and done here." "Hot," he said, and I felt him lean down to press his tongue into my mouth. "I should go, though. This really was amazing. Do you come here much?" "Every other month or so, usually make an overnight weekend trip." "Well... I won't make it awkward, but I do hope I see you here again." "Me, too," I said, and meant it. I felt his weight leave me. There was an awkward silence for a moment, until he laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked. "I just realized it's completely dark in here and I have no idea where my clothes are." We laughed together for a few minutes and fumbled around in the dark, eventually finding his clothes. He dressed in the darkness and left, giving me one more hungry kiss before he departed. I stood there for a moment, naked, with the door to the hallway open, cum running down the inside of my leg. I finally dressed and headed out. I was halfway home before I realized I hadn't even cum. "Totally worth it," I thought.

Found a smooth slim 8” vers top on Grindr that wanted to take my 9” daddy dick. He welcomed me at the door to his apartment and took me to his room past his flat mate’s room, who knew what was about to go down. Once the door was closed and the music was up he dropped to his knees and unwrapped my swelling uncut veiny 9” married cock. He rubbed his face with it before taking me into his mouth, swirling his tongue round and under my head and trying to get as deep as possible. After a few minutes I wanted a taste of his young smooth 8” so we 69’d on the bed for a while before I decided to get to work. I adjusted my position to start eating his immaculate smooth bubble ass while he continued to lap at my cock getting it slick. I spent a while swirling my tongue over and around his tight little ass lips until his hole was ready to be opened a little and wormed my strong tongue into his hole. He was moaning involuntarily so I knew he was my fucktoy now. I pulled him up so he was sitting on my face and continued to tongue fuck him for a while before I pushed him away telling him he was ready. He went face down ass pointing at the sky how I like and I positioned myself behind him, hands on his hips. I presented my blunt cockhead to his slick hole and slowly pressed it home. He almost never bottoms so he was still mad tight, so my foreskin rolled back as I gradually invaded him, my deep horny breathing accompanied by his yelping, little cries and squirming. I worked his opening for a while, not really going any deeper, helping him acclimatise to my 9”x6”, and eventually that golden moment happened where he was slick and relaxed enough that my foreskin no longer rolled back when I penetrated him. This always causes me to lose some of the self restraint I’ve been exercising and I started to plunge deeper into him, his cries and moans just encouraging me. After a while I leaned forward so my weight was on him, my legs keeping his spread while I rotated my hips to keep the rhythm going. Soon he said he wanted it missionary, so I let him flip over, took his legs over my shoulders and firmly penetrated him, drove me wild as his eyes literally rolled up into his skull as I sank deeper. He moaned he wanted it balls deep, I replied ‘are you sure?’ As I’ve been here before, and have never been able to get properly balls deep inside a guy or girl, maybe something to do with my gentle downward curve and relative inexperience I dunno. Anyway he begged for it so I started to drive it home and right enough he screamed and tried to kick me off saying it hurt and he never felt anything there before. We soon reverted to doggy after he sucked me for a while to taste his depths on my slimy cockhead, and now I started to use him, nice long firm (not rough) strokes, pulling out to get that cunt queefing and slurping (serious fetish of mine). I found a steady rhythm that was enough for him to be moaning and crying like a horny little bitch, but that wasn’t going to make me cum, so I could have just fucked like that indefinitely (which is perfect for me as I prefer the feeling before cumming, over the orgasm itself). Eventually he was begging me to cum and flood him with my married daddy spunk, so I picked up the pace and tensed my cock to bring on my orgasm, injecting him deep with a huge load. He exclaimed ‘oh fuck, oh shit!’ And it turned out he could feel each rope thudding against his walls, which was cool. Eventually I climbed off and spread his gorgeous bubble cheeks to admire his freshly fucked hole. He was gaping so much I could see right down into his ass which was cool, but the torrent of cum that flowed out of him -royally fucking his sheets- turned me on so much I wanted to jump back on but he was tapping out. Turns out we’d been at it for an hour and a half, which I guess is intense if you go from almost never bottoming to taking something above average. We keep wanting to meet again, either for me to destroy him again, or to both use a twink which I think would be really fun.

Chapter 3 It was after dark and there were a few more cars in the parking lot when I got back to the woods. There were many more guys on the trails as well as lots of sexual activity around almost every turn. I found it hard to believe this swarm of sex had been so close all of my life and before today I had known nothing about it. I stopped to watch a group of three guys taking turns fucking a kid that couldn't have been any older than me. They motioned me closer and I reached in to confirm the cock in the ass was indeed fucking raw. Each time a top switched out it was clear there was no protection in sight. Within the next ten minutes each of the three tops bred the young man. I decided to move along and soon met a big bear of a man. His shirt was open displaying a forest of reddish hair on his solid chest and stomach. He had a medium cropped reddish beard and his nicely shaped head was shaved completely bald. When he was adjacent to me he gently reached out and pulled my face in for a passionate kiss. For the next few moments our tongues danced together. When he broke the kiss he took my hand and led me to a small clearing. Sitting on a stump he dropped my shorts and took my already hard cock deep down his throat. Having already had a couple powerful orgasms earlier my fear of cumming too soon was quickly dispelled. The sight of this ginger bear working my cock was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Soon one of his fingers was messaging my hole and my groans of pleasure betrayed I wanted more. He gently turned me around and bent me over a log. His luscious tongue, mouth and beard were applied to my ass. After a five minute tongue fucking he stood and started pushing his raw cock into my wet excited sphincter. I knew I was tight and he must have been huge 'cause there was no way that thing was going in. He tapped me on the back and invited me to taste his cock. I now knew just how huge he was. My jaw was fully stretched to manage his girth. There was no way his erect ten inches was going to fit down my inexperienced throat.. He was extremely encouraging of my efforts and soon invited me to sample his big hairy ass. I did my best to follow his example as well as the demonstrations I had been watching on porn sites. I must have done okay 'cause he was soon moaning his deep appreciation. Just as my tongue was beginning to cramp and tire he asked me to fuck him. I said I didn't have a condom and asked if he did. He responded; "You are new to this aren't you kid. " I replied; "Yes, my first day. " Him; "No need for rubber kid, just push your beaut up my ass. " So I did. Slipped right in his wet hairy hole. It was so slippery I realized the great taste while I ate his ass had been who knows how many other guys loads. As much as I was enjoying the experience of raw fucking him the question wouldn't leave my mind. My inner voice said; 'fuck it, just ask him.' "How many loads you got in there? " "Just three. " "Fuck, that's so hot. What's the most you've taken at one time.?" "Was hard to keep track. About 15 one night in a bathhouse sling. " "Holy fuck ... oh shit ... I'm ... so ... close..." "Breed me boy, let me be your first. " I was unloading as he spoke. As I caught my breath I apologized; "Sorry, you are the second. I bred a guy here this afternoon. Virgin before that though. " "Fuckin hot kid ... anyone breed your hole yet?" "Some guy was in me, but I pulled off before he could cum. ... I guess that's why I came back. I honestly regret not taking his load. But, he had just been bred with an unmedicated poz load. " "So fuckin hot." He stood,turned me and wrapped me in a huge bear hug. I had never felt so safe and cared for. I rewarded him with a deep kiss and we snogged for the next 10 minutes. "Come on kid, let's go get you some experience. " We peeled out of our shirts and pants and set off through the woods hand in hand. Coming to a large opening with ten guys in various stages of undress and sexual activity we made our way to the center of the group. We jumped right into the sexual orgy and quickly had hands and mouths all over us. I turned from sucking a thin six inch cock to see my ginger bear getting fucked by a big black man. My bear motioned for me to lean in and we resumed our snogging. Immediately I felt something at my rear door and turned my head to find the thin six inch cock entering me raw. I was surprised to hear my voice; "Yeah, fuck me. " Followed quickly by the bear; "Breed that virgin ass. Plant his first raw load deep. " We returned to snogging as the pace of fucking frantically increased. The big black guy was the first to bellow as he came deep inside the ginger bear. My top was quiet but I could feel a growing pressure from the fluids entering my gut. The twitches and spasms of the cock inside me felt fantastic. Ginger bear spoke; "Did he load you up kid?" I stuck a finger in my wet hole, then in my mouth; "Yup, he sure did." And we high fived!

Chapter II The attendant then excused himself and said he would look for me later and I went back into my room. I got out my baggie of t and set up a good line for a bump and snorted away. My level of horniness ramped up as I put my socks, boots, cock ring, and a thin banded black jock on. Put the room key on my right arm, stuck a small tube of lube in my jock, opened the door, and stepped out into the hallway - looking up and down. All the doors but one were closed. I walked down to see what might be happening leaving my towel in my room. The door was semi opened and the lighting was dimmed some. However, you could see the image of someone standing on the bed and another person on all fours sucking dick. I wanted to stop and peer in when a series of slaps loudly echoed from the room followed by an almost whimpering/crying sound. I jumped a bit at first and walked a few steps more then stopped. You could hear the slurping sounda of dick being sucked, along with some gasping and gagging. Then came this deep, stern like voice saying all sorts of sex stuff. "U like me slamming my dick down that throat don't you boy? Like that slam shit right? Gonna slam fuck your tight hole! Take my dick". My dick was bone hard. The attendant rounded the corner of the next hall. "Hey you! I see you have made yourself more comfortable! Look at you all jocked up! Nice! He stopped and bent down a little and quietly spoke saying, "It's amazing what a bump or two does, huh?" having a shit grin of gotcha. He walked around me looking me up and down then gace my jocked up butt a slight slap and whispered, "could hear you snorting a bit ago - these rooms don't have ceilings you know!" The semi opened door then almost slammed shut and I jumped a bit. "That boy is gonna be slammed in more ways than one! That's Aaron's Slam VIP room. Gets it everytime he is here. Hot guy. Dick for days. Very cool too." Another few slaps came from behind the door followed by a mix of moaning and crying. "Shut up boy! You wanted this, remember?. Some louder slaps and "open that hole up!" and louder whimpering. I was feeling horned as fuck and turned in with all this yet also had to wonder if there was anyone in trouble. The attendant saw my mixed facial expressions and out his arm over my shoulder as he lead me back towards my room. He told me all was cool, nothing new - or to be worried about. He said that Aaron and the twink he"s playing with are gonna be just fine and he rhought that the kid wouldn't last long. Stopping at my room the attendant put out his hand and said, " I'm Mark." I shook his hand, "Joey here.". " I know, I checked you in silly boy", Mark said. He held onto my hand and whispered in my ear, "I bet you could use another bump or somethin'. I know I could. Why don't you go in your room and I'll be right back. ". I began to unlock my door as two guys in leather were walking down the hallway, then stopped and leaned against the wall - both looking right at me and groping their crotches. I felt very drawn to them. They were hot. I started to open my door when Mark came from the other side almost pushing me inside my room and then closed the door. He pulled out from his pocket a good sized baggie and set up four lines and handed me the straw. Mark told me to snort one line in each nostril. My face and nose were burning like a slurpee head freeze. "Yeah, I know. She's a bitch alright! Question? You ever done t any other way"? Mark saw the look of confusion as I said I was new to t and didn't know of any other way. There came that shit grin again and Mark went on to explain several other ways to do it and the affects each had - clouds, rails, swallow, booty and slam. I was amazed and shocked. Mark then said that he thought I should try the booty option. That it would make me super horned. That my hole would love it. He snorted the other two lines, stood up and said he would be right back,closing the door behind him. I got up and slowly opened my door looking for the two guys I had seen. Looking through the crack I could see they were there - but now one was standing next to my door and the other was standing across the hallway. They were way hot. Both were looking down the hallway away from me. As I watched them I reached down to rub my hardening dick - making a loud banging noise with my elbow as it hit the metal locker door inside my room. I quickly closed my door and sat down on my bed. Knock, knock.... Knock, knock sounds came from my door.

The gangbang continued for quite some time, and although Jason and I were the main focus of everyone's attention, on occasions when I got a break from sucking cocks I looked around the room to see some others having an outing as a bottom. Eventually I moved to one of the cabins for a long threesome with Jurgen and one of his friends, drifting off to sleep with my boyfriend deep inside me. I woke at least once in the night and could tell there was still action going on in the boat, presumably involving Jason given how enthusiastic many of the guys were at having another cumdump in attendance. The following morning I slipped out of the cabin and headed out on deck while everyone else still seemed to be asleep, stopping by the galley en route to get myself a coffee from the posh machine. Once outside I lit up a cigarette from a pack I found on a table, and leant on the railing to watch the sunrise. I had a peaceful half hour or so alone out there, enjoying the sights of the bay coming to life as the sun rose higher, before I heard someone joining me on the deck. "Morning" said Jason, leaning over the railing beside me. "Oh, hey" I replied. "Didn't expect to see you up so early." "Yeah" he said, "I needed to get out of that cabin before they woke up with morning wood. Bit sore this morning." "Not used to that sort of action?" I asked. "No" he replied. "Never had more than one in a night." We leaned over the railing in silence for a while, before I reached for the cigarettes and lit another. "Give me one of those" Jason said. "Yeah?" I said as I offered him the pack. "Another one of my bad habits you've picked up?" "Yeah" he chuckled. "Always end up smoking the day after I get fucked." He lit up, took a deep draw, and then exhaled the smoke as he looked back out into the bay. "I suppose you're wondering about me" he said, not taking his eyes off the horizon. "Yeah" I replied. "I mean, before last night you gave me no indication you were into this sort of thing." "I know" he said. "I wanted to say something when we met up, but something stopped me." "Are you ashamed?" I asked. "No, not any more" he replied. "I mean, I was, but recently I've stopped feeling that way." "When did you start sleeping with men?" I asked. "Last night" he replied, smirking a bit. "Honestly, that was my first night sleeping with a guy. But if you mean when did I start having sex with men, that was at uni." "You mean you just had hook-ups and then left?" I asked. He paused to take another deep drag of his cigarette. "Yeah, on the few occasions I did it at a guy's place or in a hotel. Mostly it was other places." He paused again. "Parks, toilets, clubs. You probably know the drill." "I do" I said. We stood in silence for a little while again, finishing off our cigarettes. "You know" I said, "pretty much everyone who fucked you last night is HIV positive, and not many of them are on meds." He nodded. "Are you?" he asked. "Yes" I replied. "Some of the guys here worked to get me pozzed a few years ago. I've been on meds since then, mostly." "Did you know they were pozzing you?" he asked. "Yes" I said. "I realised it's what I wanted." He was silent for a while. "It's what I want too" he eventually said, almost whispering. "I don't know why, and I know it's a bit fucked up, but once I realised that I don't want to be spending my life pretending to be something with a woman, and actually just want to be getting used by men, thinking about getting the virus sort of followed on soon after." "So you're not poz already?" I asked. "No, although who knows after last night" he replied, before turning to face me. "I hadn't actually planned on doing what I did last night. But I saw you getting fucked so openly, and I just sort of let go." "Fair enough" I said. "I think I would have got gangbanged anyway, so it was good to have someone to share the burden with." He smiled at me. "Any time" he said. "It seems like you're a bit of an expert in how to be what I want to be, so it would be good if you could show me the ropes while I'm here." "Ropes" I said, smirking, "so you want to be tied up?" He laughed. "Hey man, I'm up for anything". "Are you sure?" I asked. "I mean, if you are, and you do truly want all this, then there's a couple of guys here who could take you on the same journey that I've been on." He gazed at me for a bit, before reaching out for the pack of cigarettes to light himself another, offering me one in the process. "Yes" he eventually said, breathing out a big plume of smoke. "I mean, I don't know that I want to end up with all the tattoos that you have, but if I can leave Sydney with what I came here for then I'll be happy." "So you want some going away gifts?" I asked. He looked at me quizzically. "Gifts" I repeated. "You know, gifting, the act of passing on HIV to someone else." "Oh" he replied, chuckling. "Maybe you better start with getting me up to speed on all the lingo." "No problem" I replied, smiling, "but I think that will have to wait to later." I nodded towards the lounge area, where a few guys had appeared and were getting coffees. However, Gus and Steve were just standing there looking out the window at us, and the looks on their faces told me all I needed to know. "We're about to get fucked again, aren't we?" Jason said, having looked round to see what I was staring at. "Yep" I replied. "Awesome" Jason said, turning back to face me with a smile on his face. "I'm about ready for a few more gifts." THE END ---- Thanks for all the 'positive' comments on this story 😉 I shall leave the rest of their story up to you readers to imagine. Will Jason get what he came for? Will he actually end up getting some ink? Will any more of their school friends turn up bearing a dirty little secret? Over and out.

Part 1 Senator Davis lived next door to me. Or should I say the militant, racist, homophobic, Evangelical, far-right wing, ex-Marine, piece of shit senator Davis lived next door to me. He was a fairly high ranking member of the Republican party, and seemed to be moving further on up. And for 15 years, I've had to live next door to him. For 15 years I've had to put up with his glares and sneers and very obvious disdain of me. And I admit, in a weird way I kind of liked it. I liked that just my mere existence managed to rile him up. I mean, if he hated fags and Jews THAT much then he could move. But fuck him! I was here first! And I'll be damned if I was going to be the one chased out! After all, this had been my family home for three generations. As an only child, and the last in the line, it had naturally gone to me. So I claimed my territorial rights. He had, though, built a huge fence between our properties. Higher than the one that had previously existed. But that was fine with me, it just provided that much more privacy for not only my huge pool parties, (aka orgies) but also one of my hobbies, shooting porn. I had many hobbies, shooting porn was just one of them. I had been left a lot of family money, which I had wisely invested, (thank you Microsoft and Apple!) so I had never actually worked a real job a single day of my 50 years. And I looked pretty damn good for my age. Well, I could afford to. The best trainers and the best surgeons made me look easily 15 years younger than I was, despite the fact that I was poz. That, and I kept a youthful lifestyle. Youthful in the sense that I had always surrounded myself with beautiful young men. Money attracts that. I had learned early on that romantic relationships were just not for me. I would eventually get bored of whoever I was with, especially after they turned 22. So I kept it to houseboys, slaves, tricks, and the occasional whore. And I treated them very well. The houseboys at least, not so much the slaves, but then, that's why they were slaves. I always made sure the houseboys got a good education, so when I kicked them to the curb, they could at least support themselves. The slaves, I simply passed them along when I grew weary of them. I know lots of different people. If the Major only knew EVERYTHING that went on in my house his head would have exploded years ago. Ah yes, the Major. That's what I called the senator, because, well, that's what his son Chad calls him. Major, or Sir. I never once heard the kid call him dad. And I had observed their interactions for years. Every morning the Major and Chad would raise their American flag in their front yard and salut it before taking their morning run. Every evening Chad would play taps on a bugel as his father lowered and folded the flag. Oh Chad. Now, there was one of the finest young specimens I had ever laid eyes on. He was either the epitome of the perfect California boy, (even though we didn't live in California) or the ideal Hitler youth. Given that his dad is probably a Nazi, I'd go with the second analogy. He was probably 6'2" or 3, (certainly taller than his father) with golden blond hair that was shaved to stubble on the back and sides, but left a little longer on top with bangs that hung a little down his forehead over dazzling blue eyes that sparkled even brighter against his sun bronzed skin. His cute pug nose sat above a pair of thick, pink luscious lips. And his body was a work of art. Lean but solid muscle. He was a champion swimmer, having taken state in three different strokes, and he always kept it shaved totally smooth. How do I know this? Because years ago I had security cameras installed and one of them discreetly overlooked the Major's pool. Now, I'm not a total sicko, but I will admit I started spying on him with my laptop when he was 16. Many hours I spent watching as his dad made him swim laps over and over as he blew his whistle and screamed constantly at the kid, usually berating him. It wasn't till he was 18 that I REALLY starting taking a serious interest in the kid. I would zoom the camera in on his speedo covered body, admiring his firm pecs and tight stomach that had that perfect, amazing V that separated his abs from his hips and disappeared into his suit, practically pointing the way to what I'm sure had to be a gorgeous cock. I would salivate as he climbed out of the pool, wet, with his speedo's displaying a good sized bulge as the fabric strained against it. Of course, I eventually got to find out for sure about his cock as one day he had a young lady over. They frolicked together in the pool for a while, kissing, fondling each other before eventually climbing out and onto a pool chair. She laid down and it was at the perfect angle for me to see everything. She removed her top while he pulled down her bottoms. The he stripped out of his speedo and his glorious young cock sprung right up to attention. It was beautiful, I'm guessing about 9 inches, like my own, but not as fat. His was long and slender and curved into his belly. The girl giggled as he climbed between her legs, and like a typical teen boy, he just slid himself right into her. He wasted no time pumping his hips back and forth and I admired how his strong, white buttocks that contrasted so sharply against his bronzed skin clenched together each time he thrust into her. He fucked her hard and fast, as inexperienced boys do, and was soon throwing his head back with his mouth open as he filled the girl with his hot, young spunk. I emptied my own throbbing cock into the sucking mouth of my current houseboy as I imagined it was Chad between my legs, swallowing my load. It's funny how life can twist and turn. It was only one month later that I was sitting home alone one rainy night. Alone because my last houseboy had just had his 22nd birthday, so after a 15 man gangbang, he was gone. I was currently in between slaves, which was frankly an unusual position for me to be in. The doorbell rang, bringing me out of my daze of staring into the fire. I set my scotch down and answered it to see a soaking wet Chad standing before me. "I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Blum." An obviously drunk and very distraught Chad slurred at me. "But I'm kinda in a jam." "Well get in out of the rain!" I ordered him as I grabbed his elbow and he stumbled inside. "Get out of those wet clothes and I'll get you something dry to wear." I left him as he was peeling off his wet t-shirt. I returned with a robe, a nice thick terry cloth one. I was surprised to see that he was totally naked when I returned. He was obviously not shy. He had neatly folded his wet clothes and left them sitting by the door. I handed him the robe and grabbed his wet clothes. "I'll put these in the dryer. Go a head and have a seat by the fire. It'll warm you up." I returned to find him sitting on the floor in front of the fire, his knees pulled up to his chest and looking miserable. I poured a couple of fresh scotches and sat on the sofa. I patted the seat and said, "Come here Chad. Tell me what's going on." He sat next to me and I handed him a scotch. He sipped it while he looked anxious and upset. It took a while but finally he started talking. "The Major and I had it out tonight." He started, nervously. "I finally snapped, I couldn't take it anymore." I could sense the fear and anger in his eyes as he spoke. "Nothing is ever good enough for him. He wants me to attend Annapolis then go into the Marines like him. I have a 4.2 gpa, but it's not enough for him. 'You have to better chad.'" He said in a mocking voice. "'You have to try harder. Study more. Be faster, be stronger. Don't be a pussy, Chad! Be a fucking man, Chad!'" His voice was raising as he got angrier and angrier. Then he just exploded. "I HATE HIM!" He started shouting as he pounded his fist into one of my pillows over and over. "I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!" Then he broke down crying, great heaving sobs. I reached out and pulled him into me and he cried into my chest. "So what happened tonight to set you off?" I asked, after he had calmed down. "He was yelling at me, like usual, and I just kind of snapped." He said sniffing as he wiped away tears. He had gone from an angry young man to a sad little boy as he cuddled into my chest. "I told him fuck Annapolis, I didn't want to go there and I don't want to be a Marine. Then he grabbed the strap and came at me. I swung and nailed him in the head. He fell to the ground and I panicked. I grabbed a bottle from the liquor cabinet and took off. I was so freaked out that I left without even my wallet or keys. I had no money and no where to go, so I walked around in the rain and drank the bottle. Then I saw your light was still on so I thought maybe......I mean, my dad hates you, but I always thought you were nice, so I took a chance and rang your bell." "Well I'm glad you did Chad." I said as I softly stroked his head. "You shouldn't be out on a night like this with no where to go. So, you mentioned a strap. Has he used it on you before?" Chad just slowly nodded his head. "Often?" I continued. Again he nodded his head. I could feel my blood start to boil. "Did he do anything else to you?" "He would lock me in my room, sometimes without dinner if I didn't perform well enough on a test or a meet." "Anything else?" I asked. "He was constantly yelling at me. Telling me I was worthless, stupid, a waste of his sperm." This really got me angry. It's one thing to have a slave and abuse him, that's what they want after all, but what this kid went through, nobody should ever have to. Especially not a kid as good as Chad. "You wanna know something else?" He asked softly. "What's that?" "He's never hugged me. Ever. He says real men don't hug, only sissies. And real men don't show emotions." I held him tighter as he said this to me. "That's bullshit." I said. "Your dad is a class A piece of shit. Everyone needs hugs. Even real men." As I said this he started crying again. I held him tight until he stopped crying again. Then I let him go and reached for a little wooden box. "I have something I think you could use right now." I said as I opened the box and pulled out a joint. "You ever get high?" I asked him. "Oh God no, Sir. The Major would fucking KILL me." "Well, I think it's about time then. Fuck your dad. I think you should start doing things for you and not for him. This shit will make you feel real good. And I think you need to feel good right now." "Yes Sir, if you think so. I've always been curious." "Then it's settled." I said as I lit the lighter. "And none of this Sir shit. Call me Abe." "Yes Sir. I mean Abe. Sorry." "That's better." I said as I toked on the joint. Then I handed it to Chad. He took a big hit and immediately started a huge coughing fit. I just laughed. "Cough to get off." I said. "The first couple hits are the worst. Then you'll get the hang of it." By his 4th hit, he was barely coughing at all. Soon the joint was gone. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Good." He said giggling. Ah, I miss those days when getting stoned would give me the giggles. "Well I'm gonna make you feel real good." I said as I walked over to the credenza and pulled out a bong. After a few tips on it, Chad was flying high, is eyes red as red could be. He was laying back on the sofa and his robe had come open and his legs were spread. I don't even think he realized it, but I had a great view of his flat, smooth pecks and an even better view of his sweet, 18 year old cock sitting on top of a big pair of balls full of teenage spunk, all surrounded by his bushy blond pubes. My mouth watered. "Hey Abe," Chad began. "Can I tell you a secret?" "Of course, you can tell me anything." "Well, um, I'm pretty sure I'm gay." You could have blown me over right then and there. I was floored. "Well, what makes you think you're gay?" "When I look at guys, especially in the locker room, I get funny feelings. Feelings like I want to be with them, kiss them, touch them, especially their cocks." "But you've been with girls right?" I asked, knowing full well he had. "Maybe your bi?" "Yea, a few. But only cause I thought I was supposed to. But when I was fucking them, I was thinking about guys. So I don't think I'm bi." "But you've never been with a guy?" "No, never. But when I jerk off, I like to play with my butt. I put things up there. Carrots, cucumbers, hair brush handles, whatever I can find. It feels real good and I imagine it's one of the hot jocks from school fucking me." He giggled some more as his cock started to harden. "And can I tell you something else?" "Of course." "The main reason I came over here tonight is because I hoped you would be my first." My mouth went dry upon hearing this. I couldn't believe this hot fucking kid that I had been fantasizing about was asking me to fuck him. "Are you sure Chad? That's really want you want?" "Yes." He whispered. "Please Sir. I want it so bad. I want to throw it in the Major's face that his precious son is a faggot who takes it up the ass. Will you please take my virginity?" My head was swimming from what I was hearing. "Of course dear boy." I finally managed to say. "If that's what you really want, I'd be happy to." A big grin spread across his face as I stood up and took his hand, leading him into the bedroom. As soon as we got on the bed he grabbed me and started kissing me passionately. I grabbed the lube and started fingering his ass, stretching his boy hole in preparation of my fat 9". He must have played with his hole a lot because in no time I easily had three fingers sliding in and out of him while he moaned like a whore. I finally pulled off of him and sat up as he layed there panting like a bitch in heat. "So now I have something I have to tell you. I only fuck raw. No rubbers, ever. And I'm hiv+." He looked at me in silence for a moment. "You don't look sick." He finally said. "I thought aids made you look sick." "I don't have aids." I corrected him. "I have hiv. I've had it for 20 years. It's a totally manageable condition these days. Like diabetes. I take meds and I'm healthy." "That's so hot!" He said after a moment. "I want hiv. That would destroy the Major to know he has a faggot son who takes cock up the ass and is hiv+. Give it to me Sir. Please!" He begged. My dick throbbed as I listened to him beg. And I didn't even correct him for calling me Sir. I liked it in this context. "All right boy, if that's what you want." "I do Sir! I want it! I want to make the Major suffer!" "You know boy, you don't always catch it the first time. I may have to fuck your ass for weeks before you catch it. Or maybe I'll share your hot ass with my friends, and they can help infect you." "Yes Sir, whatever it takes! Just give it to me!" With that I lubed up my cock and lined it up against his hole. With a little push, my mushroom head popped past the kids sphincter. He cried out but I couldn't tell if it was in agony of ecstasy, so I just held it there for a moment. "Here," I said, placing a brown bottle under his nose. "Breath this in, it will help relax you. Deep breaths, and hold it until I tell you to release it." He did as he was told and soon had taken 6 large hits. "That's a good boy." I praised him. "You're doing so well." I could tell the poppers were doing their job as his face flushed a deep red and his eyes went out of focus. His hole heated up and loosened and I knew he was ready for it. Slid my entire length into him in one slow push, relishing the feeling of stretching his insides for the first time in his young life. He just groaned as my pubes rubbed against his anal ring. Then he let out a big sigh and grinned. This future poz kid was a natural born bottom. I placed his knees over my shoulders and held his thighs as I started fucking him. He just grunted and moaned as my cock worked it's magic on his prostate. I looked down on his beautiful face as little smiles accompanied his grunts. He was truly loving his first poz fuck. This kid was so hot I was already going to shoot my wad. I couldn't help it. "Are you ready?" I asked him. "Are you ready for your first load of poz cum in your bitch boy hole? Are you ready to take your first step in becoming a pozzed up whore?" "Do it!" He panted. "Give me your poz load! Make me a pozzed up whore! Fuck you Major! Look at your son now! Look at your faggot poz cock taking whore of a son now!" Just hearing him say that sent me over the edge. I grabbed his long thin cock and started jerking it. "Here it comes slut! Here comes your first poz load in your faggot whore pussy!" With that, I buried myself in him and let loose with my dirty cum. He let out a cry and his boy cock started spewing a huge load. His first two shots landed on his face, the rest coating his smooth, bronzed chest. The whiteness of his jizz contrasted nicely with his deep tan. He truly looked like a well fucked cum slut. As I scooped up his cum from his body and fed it to him, I said, "Oh boy, do I have some plans for you, you little poz cum slut." He just smiled at me. "I can't wait Sir."

So the other night I was home alone, the boyfriend was in Melbourne and was going to be coming home late. I was on Grindr on a private account I have for playing around. A guy I’ve been with a few times (40s. Muscular. Married. Big dick. 8 inches uncut) Messaged me and asked what I was up to and if I was horny. I said yes. He said, ‘I want you arse up on your bed on all fours sniffing amyl in 30 minutes’. So I get ready. Leave my door unlocked. Lube up. Start sniffing amyl. I hear him arrive. Come through the front door. He comes into my bedroom and undresses without saying anything. Walks up to me with his big cock semi hard and wearing a silver cock ring. I start sucking him. Running my tongue along the head. Peeling back his foreskin as I suck him. He gets really hard. He’s thrusting in and out of my mouth and I could taste his precum. All of a sudden he tells me to stop and turn around. He puts on a condom and lubes his cock up as I turn around. I feel him teasing my hole with his cock head. Take a big whiff of the amyl and all of a sudden he thrusts forward and inside me. My hole is fucking tight but he rams it into me even though I scream out a little. He slowly pumps away and it starts to feel good. Really good. I start moaning and begging for him to fuck me harder. He calls me a little faggot. Gets me to spread my cheeks as he pounds me. I can feel precum leaking out of my cock and he holds me down hard as he piston fucks me. All of a sudden he pulls all the way out and I beg him to put it back in and keep fucking me. He says, ‘sure thing fag’ and takes off the condom and slides his cock into me raw. At this point my eyes are almost rolling into the back of my head as it feels amazing. He’s pinned me down onto my stomach and is on top of me. Fucking me raw. I said, ‘maybe we shouldn’t be doing this’ and he goes, ‘shut up and take it cunt’. I get harder. He puts his hand on my neck and starts squeezing as he keeps fucking me. I feel like I’m about to black out but it feels so good and I get super hard (I don’t usually get hard when getting fucked). He yells ‘Beg for it. Beg for my load in you’. So I start begging for it, ‘fuck yes, give me your load. Breed me daddy. Fuck my cheating hole’. ‘Oh yeah, you like that. You want my cum in you don’t you, you little slut?’ At this point I’m about to blow about a week’s worth of cum. He can tell I’m about to cum I think and tells me, ‘cum for daddy. I want to feel your hole tighten on my cock’. I scream out ‘I’m cumming’ and he says, ‘me too’ and then I blow the hugest load in months as I feel his cock inside me emptying his load. He keeps fucking me and I keep cumming in spurts as he fucks me. I can feel his load in me and feel him pumping away and pushing it in deeper. After about a minute he stops and collapses on top of me still inside me. My hole keeps pulsing on his cock. And each time it does he yells out a little. Then he gets up and pulls out of me. ‘Turn around and clean my cock you little bitch’. I do as I’m told. Then he gets dressed and leaves saying only, ‘See you next time’. My hole was a bit sore and dripping but I felt amazing. I can’t even remember the last time I came when I bottomed, let alone at the same time as the top.

Pup Name: AJ Have degrading kink so will respond to what ever you like (508)499-9445 Worecester County Massachusetts 01540 Not available during work hours which varies since im Part Time. Live with my parents as well and need to be discreet Age: 21 Height: 6ft (72in) Weight: 140lbs Ethnicity: white

Last night grindr hookup while traveling turns out he works here but was off he made me his pig for 4 hrs 9” curved fucked me 6 times

That is why we need everyone to patronize the ones that are left so they do not close too. The apps will never be able to replace the bathhouse experience!

Most days I don’t post because it’s just a guy getting off inside me. Today was a little different. I went to the video store and walked around a little with the old men that are permanent fixtures. I was about to leave when I saw a handsome guy younger than myself giving me the eye. He walked into a booth and wanted me to follow. I went inside and put money in and he immediately pinned me to the wall and started kissing me. He was a really good kisser and very masculine which I find hot. He put his hands on my shoulders and guided me down to his cock that I gladly pulled out of his pants. I put it in my mouth and started to make love to it. Kissing it and sucking on it putting my tongue in the piss slit. My usual tricks. It tasted so good and I could feel his masculinity oozing out of him. I looked up for his approval while nursing his big meat and he told me to open my mouth. He spit in my mouth which only turned me on even more. I was fingering my pussy and he seemed to like that. He slapped me across the face and I thanked him. He asked me what I wanted and I instinctively said I wanted him to breed me. He said he wanted to do that but wanted a third first. He put his dick away and left the booth in search of another to join. I continued to finger myself and watch the porn playing. A few minutes later he came back the a man that was older than me and handsome. He pulled out his cock and the first guy guided my head down to suck him hard. I did and could taste that his cock must have been in ass already by the familiar taste. I went back and fourth between both cocks for a while getting slaps and hair pulling by guy number one. He then pulls me up and turns me around bending me over to suck guy two again. I feel his big cock pushing at my pussy hard. Before I could help guide him in he pushed all the way in hard. I Had not been fucked today so it took me a few seconds to adjust. I went back to sucking guy2 off and guy one was fucking me like I was the last pussy he was ever going to have. It wasn’t long before I could feel him picking up pace and getting ready to breed me. He called me a dirty cunt or something as he was letting loose inside me. I just kept sucking guy 2 and felt guy one pull out. He wiped his used cock on my shirt and left. Guy 2 said he can’t cum from getting sucked and said he needed to use me. I spin around and he slid inside me. He didn’t last long and he dumped a second load in me. He wiped his cock off on my shirt as well and left the booth. All in all it was a nice day.

During the pandemic regular FB's seem to have have disappeared. Some even removed their profile from apps/sites. Sunday I was in serious heat and decided to make a round of hitting up past FB's with a regular "Hey, how's it going" type of message. Some didn't respond, a few sent back a lame text. I decided to hit up a guy who I had seen recently. We met at the first sex party I went to weeks ago when restirctions were lifted. He had fucked me a few times there and then gave me a few loads when he went home with me afterwards. Asked if he wanted to meet again some time. Half an hour later he responded with a "how about now?". We played for almost two hours with a few breaks. Fucked me in every position you can think of. Managed to pump three loads in my ass. And then squirted again on my face when I cleaned him up. Fuck! Just what I needed! He left with a "See you soon". Yes!

The fat black man fucking me indicated he was about to cum. His equally fat black cock was tearing me up and I loved it. The bathhouse was surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night. I was hunched over a fuck bench holding on for dear life as the raw fucker battered and buttered my hole with his load. A faint wave of guilt interrupted my pleasure at being bred when I thought of my boyfriend Chet who at the moment was discussing the latest Mark Kurlansky book at his weekly book club meeting. He had no idea I spent my Tuesdays hunting down loads at any number of adult establishments. The guy pulled out and I caught a glimpse of his half hard cock shiny with lube and cum swinging heavily below his gut. Before I could decide whether to stay or go the old guy in the corner who had been jerking off to the show made up his mind. He stepped up and slipped his cock into my well used hole. He was not as big as the black guy but plenty big enough. I moaned as he eased himself into a slow fuck. Then a voice from the dark shattered my idyll. "Well look who we have here," Brad, one of Chet's best friends sauntered up to me from out of the shadows. Fuck!!! Brad was a big oaf of a man, red blonde and furry. I had always been curious about him, wondered what he was packing. Unfortunately I was about to find out. He stood in front of me his big legs wide, arms crossed, a shit eating grin on his malicious face. I was not exactly trapped but I was loathed to push the old man off me before I got his load and besides I was already busted now all I could do is wait to find out the cost of my betrayal. "Sooo...," Brad drawled, "while the hubby is off chatting about the best seller list and drinking wine spritzers you're here getting your slut hole filled." He was right but I had to try to get out of this. Unfortunately my sex addled and desperate brain was not up to the task. I tried to bluff, " It's not what it looks like." Of course it was exactly what it looked like. "This is my first time. I was curious, please don't tell Chet." I was yammering on but Brad cut me off. "Don't insult my intelligence buddy. I might look like a ditch digger but my brain works just fine. I saw your piece of crap Tacoma when I pulled in here." Hey, my crazy brain protested inwardly, my truck was not a piece of crap. "You know Mark that works the counter? We go way back. I still throw him a bone once in a while and by bone I mean I fuck him. The guy has no discretion, gotta mouth like a fish wife. He says you are in here every Tuesday without fail. Says he even fucked you once on a break. Soooo...you gonna stick with your bullshit story?" The old guy was still fucking me even as he soaked in all Brad had to say. He chuckled at the last line. I did not know what to say so I remained quiet. Brad moved closer, his groin so close but not touching. I tried not to look but his bloated meat was so hard to resist. It was big and pink and tasty looking. My pride, what little I had left kept me from reaching for it. He trailed a big mitt down my back to my ass, kneading my cheeks and pulling them apart so the guy fucking me could get in deeper. "We always wondered, me and the guys that is, what your hole would feel like. You're a good looking man. I never imagined I'd have a shot with you, nope not in a million years." His hands kept moving. "Not you with your GQ looks, $200 shoes and vintage ties." The guys did tend to give me a lot of grief over my 'fancy' cloths and expensive hair cuts. "But look at you, under that glossy refined exterior is just another slut cum dump begging for loads. I started to protest, again he shut me up. "Don't even!", he cut himself off by roughly grabbing my chin so he could look me in the eye. "I've been watching you this whole time. I saw you get fucked through a glory hole. And what about that fat slob that just seeded your hole and this geezer." He gestured at the old man who was still banging away. "No offense intended." The old man cackled, "None taken. I fucked this guy before. I ain't never seen him turn down a dick." "Cut the crap and just admit you are a cum dump." "No load refused," added the old man laughing heartily and sounding like a craigslist ad. I slumped in defeat. My secret was out. "Okay Gramps," Brad was taking charge," time for you to breed this bitch. I've got plans for his ass and they don't include you." "Alright, alright," the old man huffed, " getting close, so close." Then he let out a long squeaky moan and I knew he was getting his nut. Also I recognized the moan. He had fucked a load into my ass more than once. He was probably a Tuesday night regular also. I rarely bother to turn and look at the guys fucking me on the bench. I love the sleazy anonymity of it. The geezer pulled out and gave my ass a slap. "Have fun boys, looks like you two have some catching up to do." He wandered off throwing a wave over his shoulder, "See you next Tuesday." Bastard! I tried to get off the bench but Brad was having none of it. I settled back down too afraid of him to argue. "You just get comfy. We are waiting for someone." "Who! Who are we waiting for?" I started to panic fearing he had called Chet. "Is it...is it..."I was so breathless I couldn't even say his name. "Calm down buddy. It's not Chet. Just a mutual friend looking forward to getting to know you better and I mean that in the Biblical sense." Oh shit that could only be one person, Brad's pal, the biggest asshole in the metropolitan area, BJ." And as if on cue he stepped into the room a smile so big on his face I thought his jaw might split and fall off. BJ, one of the guys, was one of Chet's oldest friends. They went to high school together and I think that was the only thing they had in common. Chet was too much of a sweetheart to tell BJ to get lost and BJ liked Chet's liquor cabinet too much to exit the scene. BJ was not even his real name. He earned it by getting caught twice in high school receiving blow jobs from classmates in the restroom. BJ was every bit as big as Brad but where Brad was bearish BJ was big boned and raw skinned with hard spare muscles and without an ounce kindness in his ugly mug. He reminded me of Willem Dafoe. I detested him. He was a lazy creep, always skirting the law and his mouth was always spouting invective. BJ was one of the few men (him and Trump) that I had no desire to see his package. Every other guy on the planet, even the lowliest, grossest slob, I have to wonder about his his dick. I mean when its poking through a gloryhole what does it matter. Not BJ though. It was not his body I objected to, it was him. "Hey GQ," BJ's nickname for me, "fancy meeting you here. Enjoying yourself?" He walked around me his eyes roaming over my body greedily. I remained quiet. "You are being rude GQ. Hogging the fuck bench like this. Why don't you hop off and give one of these other fags a go." There was no one else in the room but us. They each took and arm and helped me off. I have to admit my legs were a little wobbly. Recent events had over taken my stability and reality. They guided me over to a wide padded bench and sat me in between them. "You know GQ every time I look at that pretty face of yours I have the same damn thought. I'm a fucking broken record." He slapped my knee, hard. My flinch only served to widen his already ridiculous smile. "You want to know what it is?" I shook my head. "Oh come on, aren't you a teensy weensy bit curious." His grip on my knee became painful. "Okay, okay," I gave in trying to push his hand off my knee. "Tell me." Now I should point out I am not exactly a 90lb weakling. I am 6'2'', 175lbs, but both these guys had a couple inches on me and way more muscle. BJ was terrifyingly strong. "When I look at you," he snarled, "I want to feel that arrogant face of yours pushing into my ass." God no! He wants me to eat his ass. Now don't get me wrong. I am a devoted ass eater and the hairier the better but fucking BJ. NO WAY! It would be too demeaning, too gross. He could see the refusal in my face. I looked him the eye and I have never seen a more disgusted and hateful expression. "I know what you think of me GQ. I know you think you are better than me. That I am trash, that I only use people for what I can get. And who knows you might be right but I am not the one that just got caught cheating on his boyfriend and not only cheating but whoring out his hole to anybody with a heartbeat and a hard-on so you tell me old pal who's trash now? Which one of us is on the moral high ground?" My heart lurched. He was right. I did think I was better than him but was I really? BJ did not give me any more time to ponder the issue. "Don't worry about it sport," he ruffled my hair like I was a five year old. "I am totally willing to come down to your level, your lying cheating morally corrupt level. You can keep cheating on your boyfriend like you want and I am going to blackmail your ass...so I can get into your ass. You can keep your happy Martha Fucking Stewart life with preppy little Chet but on Tuesday nights you're mine. And Brad's of course." He gave Brad a friendly punch on the shoulder. I had to make one last attempt at getting out of this. "C'mon Brad you are better than this," I pleaded. "Don't let this asshole lead you into something you will regret. Brad shook his head but with no regret. "Sorry bud, this is a dream come true." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled us closer and despite the agony my soul was in I noticed how damn good he felt. "I have jerked off too many times dreaming of this moment and there is no way in hell I am letting it slip by. Besides you know, deep down, you want this. Hell I notice you checking out my package all the time." He had me there. I spent many a social gathering staring at his crotch trying to decide if he was cut or not. BJ interrupted. "Enough jibber jabber, my ass isn't going to eat itself." Two seconds later I was on my back staring up at BJ's hairless and wrinkled pucker. He pressed his hole to my lips and I clamped my mouth shut. He wiggled his ass back and forth, the silky weight of his sack caressing my chin. "Time to get busy GQ. I am not going to say it again. Either your tongue goes up my hole or I get my cell to call Chet." I gave in and pushed my tongue out. A few licks and his hole opened up like a spring flower. A few more licks and I was in deep and god help me he tasted so good. My cock was rock hard. My cum dump instinct took over and I was busy trying to push my head up his ass. I couldn't believe I was eating BJ's ass and loving it. I hated him but could not get enough of his hole. I could hear Brad talking to someone. Then I heard, "Go ahead and fuck him. He's not going anywhere." A moment later I felt the head of a cock rubbing up and down my asshole. When he paused I pushed out and managed to get it in me. "God damn," the guy swore, "he's a hungry bottom ain't he." Then he slammed the rest of his cock into me and I was breathless for a moment with both the pain in my ass and the lack of available air due to BJ grinding his hole hard in my face. I had no complaints. Except for being caught out life was fucking great. I had a raw anonymous cock in my ass and tasty asshole to feast on. There was nothing to do but enjoy. The top did not last long. He shot his load and departed but was immediately replaced by another and I wondered if it was Brad. Turns out it was not. Brad wanted my hole good and loaded before he had his way with me. BJ did not seem in any hurry to disengage his hole from my tongue so I settled in for a long rimming session. When I did get a break I asked the guys if they had any poppers. I was in total slut mode now. "You continue to shock me GQ," said BJ. "Be right back." He headed off towards the lockers but not before suggesting to Brad that I might be more comfortable in a sling. I followed Brad to the sling room not bothering to hide my eagerness. He patted the sling gesturing me to get in. Shyly I asked him if I could suck his dick before he fucked me. I still felt awkward about the situation but Brad's cock was even more beautiful than I had imagined and I could not wait to taste it. He shook his head as he pushed me into the sling, pulled my legs up and fastened the shackles to my ankles. "You're gonna be sucking my dick a lot. Don't worry your pretty head about that. You and my meat are going to get very well acquainted but right now its not about what you want and what I want is to see you fucked raw. I want to hear you beg for my meat in your cheating slut hole." BJ soon reappeared tossing me the little brown bottle. He had even thoughtfully removed the annoying plastic seal. I immediately took a hit and felt my hole pulse with the chemical high. As much as I hated BJ I wanted him to fuck me more than anyone. He teased my hole with his cock backing away every time I tried to get him inside. He was loving it and to be honest so was I. "Beg for it," he insisted," tell me what a piece of shit slut you are." "Please fuck me BJ, please. I want your load so bad." "What's my name?" his voice turned harsh and he gave my nut sack a smack. I flinched and started over over. I was too slow in responding with his real name. "David," I gasped when he menaced my balls again sending shivers of pain through my body. "I'm a lying, worthless cum dump that doesn't deserve your load David." I shouted. "It's too good for me but I need it." I rambled on doing a shit job I am sure but I knew he was going to fuck he just wanted to humiliate me first. I didn't care. I wanted cock. Luckily I managed a hit of poppers as he slammed his full length into me. It was brutal but felt so fucking good. It was a hate fuck and I have never been so turned on in my life. I couldn't touch my cock for fear of blasting off. Losing all self esteem and I pulled at BJ trying get him close enough for a kiss. His look of disgust only served to make my cock harder. "You really are pathetic," he spit before pressing his lips to mine and exploring my gums with his tongue. I kissed him greedily trying to make sure every inch of his rampant cock was lodged in my greedy hole. When he shot his load my bliss went into overdrive. His ugly mug contorted and his muscles strained as he concentrated on his nut making sure I was fully bred and loaded. He pulled out too soon offering Brad a turn. Brad mounted me quickly and BJ came to my side to have his cock cleaned. Brad was a fun fuck, his boyish smile never leaving his lips as he watched me clean cum and ass juice off my rival. Instead of breeding me Brad went to my other side and pushed his cock into my mouth. BJ surprised me by bending over to share giving Brad a blow job. When the orgasm came BJ took most of the jizz but then pushed it into my mouth. We shared a cummy kiss snowballing Brad's load. My cock was a hair trigger at this point. As soon as Brad put his lips to my cock I exploded. I moaned into BJ's mouth and spit frothed cum dribbled out as the most extreme orgasm I had yet to experience shattered my body. Brad joined us for a three way kiss so share my load. Brad and BJ helped me out of the sling and we all headed for the showers in silence. I had no idea what to say or how I should feel. What I did know was that I wanted these two men again. I wanted them to use me as they saw fit. As we all dressed I turned to BJ. "Next Tuesday," It was a question. Grabbing his bag he shrugged. "I'll think about it," but the wink told me my hole was going to get well acquainted with BJ's cock. I stopped at Barnes and Noble on the way home and bought Chet a $200 gift card.

Been spending some time on the dark side guys, here are the results. I was not sure which category to put this in, does it matter? Enjoy. I really loved my boyfriend Mark. He was smart, funny, handsome and as it turned out a dirty, double crossing, back stabbing, fornicator. Do I sound bitter? I left work early one fateful Wednesday due to the onset of a sick headache. I get them from time to time and the best thing for me to do is have a lie down in a dark room until it eases up. Very distracted and I let myself in the back door of our house, dropped off my bag and keys and headed for the bedroom. An odd sound stopped me in my tracks. Mark should be at work so what was that sound coming from the living room. Well I will tell you what it was. It was Mark getting his ass drilled by our neighbor Sam. Sam was in his late fifties, balding, somewhat over weight and married. A grandfather for Christs sake. I never had a sexual thought about him, didn't occur to me Mark would. But there they were on our new couch, ass up, legs spread, Sam deep dicking Mark, apparently, to both their delights. I was in shock, speechless really. And I found a cure for a sick headache, just walk in on the love of your life being shagged by your adulterous neighbor. I stood there frozen and mute as I watched Sam's hairy ass clench and unclench as he rammed his cock ever harder into my boyfriends eager hole. Mark was very vocal, urging Sam to fuck him hard, breed his hole, GIMMEE THAT RAW COCK, he practically screamed. What?! They weren't even using protection. Mark and I had been together for two years and we still always used protection. WTF. Sam bent down to snog with Mark giving me an even better view of his fur lined ass crack. The guy was one hairy s.o.b. Mark wrapped his legs around Sam's back ensuring his fuckers cock would stay firmly ensconced in his needy hole. My needy hole damnit! I ran to the bedroom, hastily packed two bags and marched out of the house. They never even heard me, just kept right on with the buggery and the cheatery while my heart broke into a thousand pieces. I drove to a nearby hotel and checked in for a long stay. The first thing I did in my room was to block Mark's number on my phone. And then I called in sick for the next three days so Mark couldn't try to reach me at work. Three days wallowing in your own misery is both exhausting and boring. By Saturday night I needed distraction and to get out of my room. In a rum induced spurt of optimism I decided to go out and pick up a guy for nsa sex. Why not, I was a free man now. I even cleaned out thinking I might just decide to get fucked. My toiletry bag still had condoms in it so I grabbed a couple and headed for the nearest bar. So I guess I had a little more rum than I thought because I didn't even bother to find a gay bar. How I thought I was going to pick up a guy in a straight bar is beyond me. I get a beer, find a seat and look around. Breeders everywhere. What an idiot!!! I'm a social retard as it is in queer bars, around the straights I feel positively alien. I tell myself I will just drink my beer and leave. Then Christ on a cracker I spot Sam. He sees me too and a curious look flits momentarily over his features. I look away pretending I did not see him. Doesn't work. He makes his way over to me and stands there until I deign to look at him. "We need to talk," he says over the din of the bar babble. I don't know what to say to that so I don't say anything. "Your boyfriend is worried about you," he offers. Sam is standing too close. I can smell his aftershave. He is very tan and his shirt is wide open exposing his hirsute chest. All I can think is that I did not know Mark liked his men so hairy. I remained silent. Finally Sam begs me to listen to what he has to say. He returns to the bar to get us both drinks. While he waits I watch him make a quick phone call. I feel like an ass for letting him get me another beer, for bothering to hear what he has to say, for wanting to hear what he has to say. I want to hear how miserable Mark is, how contrite Sam is. I want them both groveling at my feet begging for forgiveness. Sam returns with my beer. I don't want to drink it but he insists I have a pull before he starts. Of course once I start I can't stop. I am like a siphon. He's talking but he is not really saying much. For fuck's sake why is he talking about the weather and the price of beer and why is he talking in slow motion and why is the world getting fuzzy. I felt Sam put his arm around me and begin to walk me out of the bar. He's strong and even with the extra weight his muscles are hard. I am enveloped in the smell of him. My feet did not seem to want to work. And then nothing. I woke up in my hotel room with a rotten head, sandpaper tongue and a full body ache. It took a long time for the world to come into focus and for me to understand where I was. Looking around I thought the room looked rather messy. There were some beer bottles scattered around. The bed covers were wadded up in a corner and there was some miscellaneous debris littering the floor. Then I felt it when I tried to roll over. There was something stuck up my ass. Whatever it was it was not small. What the hell did I do last night? I couldn't remember. I remembered showering to go out to the bar, walking to the bar and running into someone, maybe. My first attempt to stand up did not go well, nor the second. I managed to scrape myself off the floor and stagger into the bathroom to get a look at what was up my ass. It was a butt plug. Took me a minute to figure it out having zero personal experience with the item. Once I decided what it was it needed to be removed but holy hell it was so goddamn bulbous it wasn't going to just slip on out of my hole. I squatted in front of the sink and began the process. Relax, gentle pressure, push. It felt like I was giving birth. In the end I had to grit my teeth with the pain and rip the damn thing out like I was pulling teeth. Pain, lots of pain and an enormous gush of something running down my leg. What in the hell? My ass lips spasmed and farted letting loose a last gush before my hole settled down into a numbed stupor. That's when the smell hit me. Cum. The butt plug was holding in a tidal wave of cum. How could that be? I was a careful partner. I always used protection. No man had ever had his bare cock in my ass much less dropped a load but there I was standing in a pool of sperm that had leaked from my hole. Dazed and confused I cleaned myself off with a wet washcloth being careful of my tender asshole and then collapsed back on the bed. It took me a minute lying there to realize how damp the sheet was. I ran my hand over it encountering what were obviously slicks of jizz. The bed was one big sponge of sweat and spit and sperm. A whole lot of fucking had taken place on that bed. I tried closing my eyes and wishing it all away as a bad dream. No luck. When I opened my eyes the first thing that came into focus was a note taped to the mirror. My first instinct was to throw it away without looking at it, not give whoever had done this to me the satisfaction of playing their game. I recognized the handwriting though. It was Mark's. I had to read it. The statement was short. "Check out the new video on your phone. By the way don't try to make any trouble over this. You will regret it." I sat on the back on the bed for a long time unable to make myself pick up the phone. Teary eyed I stared down at my feet and spotted a half full bottle of tequila. I detest the stuff but I needed some courage. I downed as much as I could stomach, flopped across the bed and watched the video. The first bit was Mark cursing as he tried to set up the camera so it was pointed at the bed. It kept slipping and falling over. I almost laughed but sobered up seeing my unconscious self snoozing away next to a naked Sam. Sam was running his hands over my body, pinching nipples, pulling on my flaccid cock. Then Mark hopped on the bed and Sam turned his amorous attentions to my boyfriend. The next several painful minutes were them two making out as they rolled about next to me, jostling my body and at one point almost pushing me off the bed. That brought me back to their attention. Sam turned my head towards them and proceeded to explore my mouth with his tongue while Mark went south to suck Sam's cock. The tequila rose in my throat. I wanted to throw the phone across the room and get the hell out of there but I had to know what exactly had happened to me. When my attention returned to the screen Sam had gotten up on his knees and was feeding me his cock. My right cheek bulged out with every thrust of his fat rod. He really did have a jaw breaker of a prick. "He can't suck cock for shit," Sam quipped as he continued to rape my face, forcing his cock ever deeper down my throat. The sound of Mark's giggle was daggers to my heart. Mark reclined at the foot of the bed with his back to the camera. Pretending to examine his nails he snorted, "I know, more teeth than lip." Sam finally wedged his meat balls deep, one hand was around my throat the other pinched my nose. It was obvious there was no oxygen getting to my lungs and yet my body lay as still as stone. "God, he is really out," Mark exclaimed as loomed over me to examine my reaction. I watched in horror as the seconds then minutes ticked by while Sam continued to grind his crotch into my face. When he finally released me my lungs inflated with a wheeze and drool spilled over my lip onto the sheet. "You are an evil dog," Mark laughed as he enthusiastically kissed Sam over my comatose form. Sam grinned, "Yup and I think its time to introduce our friend here to the devil." Mark hopped off the bed. He came back into view with a small ice chest, the one that sat in our pantry on the top shelf. From it he pulled a thermos, waving it in front of the camera like a magician with a trick. Opening the thermos he produced a long cylindrical ice cube like the kind you make for water bottles. He waved it about then put it to his lips for a kiss and a lick. "This, boyfriend, is what is called a devil's dick." He held it close up to the camera so I could see its slick frozen milkiness. "Sam made it for me, well Sam and some of his closest friends." He turned to Sam and blew him a kiss. "In case you still don't understand, it's cum, frozen sperm. Lot's and lot's of fucks and wanks to make this lovely specimen and I am gifting it to you." He pointed at the camera with the devil dick, held his gaze for a long moment then went to stand by my side. I could not hear what he said next but it was obviously instructions for Sam to roll me over. Without a word or warning Mark pushed the semen dildo into my ass. The tequila boiled out of my throat and I retched painfully over the side of the bed. Abandoning the phone I staggered into the bathroom to rinse my mouth. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. By the time I sat back down on the bed and picked up my phone the scene had changed. Mark was filming now as Sam fingered my ass, slicking up my hole as the devil dick melted its fiendish contents into my guts. "Go on Sam," Mark urged, "have a taste, I know how bad you want to." Without hesitation Sam dove in roughly pulling my cheeks apart to give him better access to my cum slimed hole. I had always refused to let Mark try that and now I was getting royally reamed by my neighbor. Sam licked and sucked and rubbed his stubbled cheeks against my ass crack with a faint sound like Velcro being torn apart. The moment was interrupted by a curt knock at the door. With a smart slap to my ass Sam got up to let in the guest. A rangy character of moderate height came into view. He had rather greasy looking shoulder length hair and an unremarkable face except when he smiled and revealed a gold tooth. The men greeted each other with happy tidings and longish tonguey kisses then their attention turned to me. "Roger, meet my boyfriend. Boyfriend this is Roger." Roger approached me, pulled up my one exposed eyelid then slapped me hard. "Shit, this motherfucker is out for the count." He turned to Sam. "What the fuck did you give him." "Just a couple of those little white pills you gave me last month." "Well shit", Roger started to run his hands over me ending his exploration at my hole, " you only needed one. He'll be dead to the world all night." "So," Sam harumphed plopping himself back on the bed and pushing Roger's hand away idly fingering me again. "His hole is still tight, fuckable and according to Mark practically virginal." An evil grin cracked Roger's face in half. "Yeah but it's more fun to have a little life in them. Don't worry I got you covered." Roger retrieved a small black toiletry bag. From it he removed three syringes. "This one," he held out the first, "will bring him back to life while leaving the fight out him." He held out the second, "this one will calm him down and make him horny as fuck if he comes back to life more than we like." "And the third," Mark questioned eagerly. "This is Trimix. He'll be more fun to play with if he's hard. I might want to take him for a ride." Even wider evil grin. "Brilliant," Mark exclaimed slapping Roger on the back. "He really does have a beautiful cock. It would be a shame to leave all sad and droopy while we have our fun." Despite the ever deepening horror of the situation my heart swelled to hear Mark say I had a beautiful cock. He never said that to me. Without further ado Roger flipped me over, pierced my cock with the syringe needle and depressed the plunger. Roger ordered Sam to rub my meat vigorously while the drugged worked its magic. I watched in fascination as my dick began to swell and harden. When it was all said and done I swear my cock looked a size bigger. It was rock hard and throbbing with the need for attention. My real life cock vibrated in commiseration with its video twin. Sam swooped in to have a taste then offered the spit slick knob to Roger. He accepted and downed me to the root with little trouble. Again there was a knock at the door. Roger released my cock long enough to mention it was his friends Rafik and Simon. "They'll be wanting a quick pump and dump," he said nonchalantly before returning to slobbering on my hard-on. As naive as I am I knew well enough what a pump and dump was but I was still in denial not believing Mark would let something like that happen to me. Clearly I was an idiot. In walked two young thuggish looking specimens decked out in grimy jeans and hoodies. Getting a better look they were obviously flying higher than the Goodyear Blimp. Simon was a ginger with a close cropped beard, an attempt to cover a severely acne scarred face. Rafik was some flavor of black with dreads and what turned out to be a majorly hooked dick. He had to fuck me sideways but I am getting ahead of the story. Introductions were made as Mark passed around beer and booze explaining the situation although it was obvious even to such drug addled minds as the two newcomers possessed. Sam interrupted the chatter and laughter (Mark was talking about the devil's dick) to explain that Mark had first dibs on my hole for actual fucking and breeding as he was the long standing and suffering boyfriend who had to put up with two years of boring sex .Mark just nodded. That really deflated me. I had no idea he was unhappy with our sex life. Simon hopped up on the bed and slapped my face with his cock. "Alright then get this bitch fucked and loaded." He pried open my jaws and pushed his leaky cock in. In the corner of the screen I saw that Rafik had a camera out and was filming his buddy. "I need to empty my sack into this fine piece of ass." He stooped to slide a finger inside me. Sam took charge ordering them to place me in the center of the bed. Pillows and bed covers went flying. I was pulled roughly into the middle of the bed then the boys took turns fingering and eating my hole. Everyone agreed my ass was prime meat. I did not know how to feel about it. I was about to be raped after having already been drugged but they were so excited and appreciative of my attributes it was hard not to be at least a little proud. And then the deed was done. Mark maneuvered himself on top and without a bit of a tease rammed his considerable endowment balls deep in my hole. Even in my drugged stupor a moan escaped my lips. Sam had the camera by now and closed in on my face. Mark was whispering in my ear. "I have waited so long for this." Our heads rocked with the motion of his fucking. "You tortured me and now its my turn to fuck and breed your hole. You feel so good baby, all that delicious cum lubing your hole. I wish you were awake to enjoy this." "I got ya covered man," Roger brought over the second syringe. Mark stilled his thrusting long enough for a vein to be found and my blood to be laced with more drugs. It was fast working. A couple sharp slaps to my face I was awake albeit still rather dopey. Mark resumed his fucking. "Hey stud," he cooed, "welcome back to the world. How are you feeling?" I could read the confusion on my face. "I don't know," I said, then, " I am kind of thirsty." For some reason that made them all laugh. "Hear ya go buddy." Simon stepped up to the bed waving his cock. "I gotta piss." Mark maneuvered me over to take Simon's cock in my mouth. I was ordered to suck Simon like a straw and down every drop. Like a trooper I did as ordered. Roger asked what kind of chem piss Simon was topping me off with. Simon shrugged, "oh you know, a sort of pharmacological mulligan stew. We've been at it for two days." Rafik and Simon high fived like a couple idiot jocks and in the process knocking his still pissing cock out of my mouth and soaking my hair with urine. Everybody laughed and Mark licked the beads of piss off my face. Marked informed the group he did not want to cum yet. He wanted everyone to fuck me first but no cumming. Sam handed the camera to Mark and flipped me over. He draped my legs over his shoulders before placing his cock at my hole. "Beg for my cock you frigid little shit," he demanded. In a timid voice I asked him to fuck me. Whatever was in that piss was working its way through my system making me as pliable as silly putty. "Say it like you mean it," Sam barked. I was too far gone to be frightened but I did manage a reasonably sincere request that he fill my hole with his hard-on. "You got it baby," and he rammed his cock into me. My eyes rolled back in my head and a moan escaped my lips. Could it be true? It looked like I was actually enjoying being fucked by that hairy rapist. The next twenty minutes of filming was terrible porn while the camera was passed around as they all took their turn barebacking my hole. Each one positioning me as predilection dictated and like I said Rafik skewered me sideways as his hooked prick only allowed. They drank and smoked and laughed all the while the far off look in my eyes proved I had only an inkling of what was happening to me. Mark's turn came around and he announced it was time to breed my hole. He had me on my back. "I want to look you in the eye," he growled into my face, "when I gift you with my special seed." I cringed at the idiot look on my face and how I thanked him. Mark informed me that all of them would be impregnating me. "You should feel grateful," he said tenderly stroking my face even as his cock bottomed out in my abused hole. The tremendous fucking that followed had my real time dick chubbing up. Mark ploughed me passionately and roared as he came filling my guts with jizz and forever altering my future. Sam was next and barely managed a few thrusts before cumming. Simon did not make it to my ass, at least for his first load, spewing his load on my face and then taking the time to push the gelatinous mass into my mouth. Rafik took the longest to unload. Someone held the camera close and I was treated to long minutes of his hairless hole clenching and unclenching while he fucked. When at last he extracted his cock from my innermost recesses there was a disgusting sucking noise and a fat glob of cum belched from my hole and slid down my balls. The camera was set in place. I lay there in a sweaty cum soaked stupor while my tormenters rehydrated with liquor and smoked their drugs of choice. Mark asked Sam how the ad was faring. Sam picked up his phone and after a moment responded. "Looking good. The fuckers are lining up and the first should be here any minute." A moment later the door opened and and a tall, older black man came into view. He asked which one of us was the cumdump and hauled out his cock. Without a word Simon and Sam unceremoniously flipped me over. Simon held my hands while Sam roughly pulled my legs apart. It all seemed unnecessary as I never uttered a grunt of protest. This was the first of several fucks courtesy of the internet. The man pushed himself into me and complimented the men at the slickness of my cum lubed hole. The next sodomite was a shadow of a man, his gaunt frame and hollow cheeks telling the story of his life. I watched in horror as he mounted me. It was like watching a train wreck. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he bottomed out in my hole. His rigor mortis like grin punching me in my soul. For a moment my eyes lost focus as I teetered and then I saw it. The camera zeroed in on the tattoo above his crotch, a biohazard sign. No. That can't be. What was happening. The man looked like death warmed over but he could still fuck. His stringy muscles had strength and I watched in fascination at the network of veins crisscrossing his body. I could hear Mark talking about his dick of death and it truly was a monumental piece of anatomy. It appeared and disappeared into my body, the slick rod looked like marble. I watched it spit its poison for a brief moment before it plunged back in releasing the rest of its load deep inside. My cock of course was still rock hard and I moaned when he used the escaped cum glob to lube me up and stroke. I didn't even flinch as he leaned in for a long lingering kiss. "If that doesn't take," he whispered, "I'll be breeding you again before the party is over." My cock had gone as limp as my hand and the phone dropped to the bed. I lay there staring at the note still taped to the mirror. I couldn't see the video but I could hear the sounds of fucking and laughing. Sam had started to call out the loads as I was fucked and filled by strangers. "Eleven, fifteen, twenty-two...." And then my voice. I was coming to my senses, yelling and trying to get off the bed. Two brutes I had not seen before were holding me down while Simon injected me with the last syringe. A moment later you could see my eyes glaze over and all the fight went out of me. One of the brutes poked me in the ribs and I giggled. "Time for round two," a voice in the background chimed. I was calm now and the hairy bear that had been holding me down savagely skewered me with his fat uncut cock. I moaned as he fucked, sweat beading on both our bodies. Mark whispered something into the bears ear. He shifted position so Mark could maneuver himself into a double penetration. I watched in horror and my hole stretched to accommodate two cocks. The bear stayed in place as each man took a turn with the DP. Where did they all come from? The bear leaned in for a kiss. Then Sam appeared revealing to the camera a mouth full of cum. He playfully pushed the frothy mass between his lips before leaning down and snowballing it into my mouth. The bear greedily resumed his kissing sloppily tongueing the load load between us. I gagged and dry heaved. There was nothing left to bring up. The rest of the video was a blur of cock and cum. Men came and left. I barely watched, just more of the same. The marathon fuck session ended with Simon riding my cock. I moaned and twitched as the man encouraged me to cum, fill his ass. I was fascinated by the look on my face. The pleasure that was clearly written there as my nuts released their seed into the drug dealer. My first bareback load as a top. At least I thought I was done. Bio tat guy was back. Sam and Mark pinned my legs back as the man resumed his fucking. His stringy hair was matted and damp. He looked exhausted. "Gotta say boys," he bragged, "I fucked a lot of ass tonight but this one here has got them all beat." "How do you like that stud?" He leaned in. "Your hole is plenty slick enough but I have enough ass juice on my cock from all those slut bottoms to lube you up good. Hey," he called out, "how many loads does this piece of shit have in him?" Mike and Sam grinned replying at the same time, "Thirty-two". And then one of them produced a marker handing it over. My fucker wrote CUMDUMP in big letters across my chest and the number thirty-three below it. Tossing the marker aside he thrust harder and harder before bellowing, "God dam!" My last load of the evening. "If that doesn't take," he joked, "I'll retire in shame." Laughter all around. Mark produced the massive butt plug and worked it into my red and puffy hole. As dazed and confused as I was at that moment what came next was still a shock. Dutifully I began to clean the room, straightened the bed, showered and douched keeping careful watch on the time. You see I was given strict and explicit instructions on what to do. There was to be a penalty if I did not comply. Were I to deviate in any way certain portions of the video would be sent to my family, friends and place of employment. Of course Mark would know who to provide elicit evidence of my debauchery. Precisely at 8pm I was sitting quietly on the end of the bed as Sam and Mark entered the room.

My Playroom—May, 2021 “I need you to open up my hole.” Maybe it wasn’t Stuart’s first sentence. He might have said “Hi” before that. I am not sure which hook up site we were on, but likely AssPig. He had taken a hand before, but not for a very long time. The guy was in his 30’s and big, but not sloppy. A true bear. Hair everywhere. The picture he opened showed a hairy ass I knew I would love to get lost in. We arranged a date. Which he cancelled. But correctly. We set another time and he drove a very long way to end up on my fuck bench… I come into the playroom. I am so used to finding men kneeling there, ready to suck. But Stuart knows what he wants. He is on the fuck bench. I kneel behind the hairiest ass I’ve had in ages. My tongue hits his pucker. He is tight. I begin to tongue drill him. He flowers open easily. I use a finger to work the saliva in deeper. And some coconut oil. “Fuck me.” I go back to rimming and finger fucking his ass. Stuart begins to pant. I stand up. His head snaps up off the bench to look at me in the full length mirror in front of him. “I want that dick in me,” he grunts out. “You still want it raw?” “Fuck, yes….” I slather more coconut oil on my throbbing cock. It probes his hole. I slide in. Carefully. Letting him get used to my thickness. I bottom out. Hold. And begin a slow fuck. “Just use me,” he grunts out, opening his poppers. “Open my hole.” I wait until I hear the cap go back on before I begin a much more powerful fuck. I slam into him repeatedly. I pull out and bring my dripping dick to his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate. He swallows me down. “Taste your ass, man.” He grunts his approval—with my dick deeply lodged in his throat. I fuck him some more. I pull out the trusty egg-headed dildo. He takes the toy easily after my fucking. But it is harder to add me along with it. I get in, but it’s not a comfortable stretch. I go back to just my dick alone. “Let’s switch to the sling.” I get him in and comfortable. He loves watching my dick go into him from the mirror above. I end the fuck and work the speculum into him. I crank it open. Slowly. Playing with his prostate after each crank. I get it wide enough to add my dick in with it. “That’s so hot,” he moans. He watches my dick fuck into him—held open by the stainless steel walls of the medical device. I crank him closed. I finger him a little—getting 4 into him easily with lots of coconut oil and a little Crisco. I try the medium sized butt plug…well, medium on my shelf of toys, but it may large for some. It goes in. But it is definitely a stretch. I beat on the base—making him squirm and pant and huff some more poppers. I do some serious hand work. We do lots of stretches, but it is not going to happen today. I tell him so—and remind him its a process—as wipe excess Crisco off his hairy hole. He understands—but is disappointed. “So just use me any way you want…” I take him at his word, and piss all over ass. I kneel and lick it clean—loving how the drops of piss cling to the hair around his hole. I stand up and give him another spurt—this time getting some inside his ass. His cock has erected with each pissing. Now I do a third spurt on his balls and shaft. I clean those off with my tongue as well. I am super hard—so I fuck him. Fast and hard. Making the sling chains clank. Then I stand still and push the sling away—and pull it back onto me. It makes him feel how really deep I am in his guts. I keep impaling until we are both breathless. “I want to eat your ass. But over here.” I pull out the rimseat. Then help him out of the sling. I get out and get under. He sits. His hole is wide open above me. My tongue probes up into him. I get a steady drip of coconut oil. And now coconut oil mixed with piss. I hear him with the poppers…and his groans as his ass is reamed out with my tongue. Once I figure his rush is gone, I tell him to ride my cock. It’s not an easy position for him, but he does it gamely, impaling himself over and over again. When his legs tire, he sits back on the seat. I welcome a fresh stream of coconut oil, precum and ass jizz in my mouth. I know I want more. My mouth is sealed around his puffy ass lips. I reluctantly pull it away and tell him to get up and lean into the sling. He does. I get up and take a major swig of water from my bottle. It not only clears my palette, but makes me need to piss. Stuart is leaning chest into the sling as I told him. I fuck him for a moment in that position, but then stop, keeping my cock buried in him. A moment…and then he is literally flooded with my piss. He groans and then begins to whimper and go for his poppers. “Keep a clear head,” I tell him. He stops and just enjoys the sensation of his guts getting heavy with my piss load. I finally exhaust my bladder and pull out. I get under the seat. He hands me his popper bottle. I take a hit. He sits. He is clenching his ass incredibly tightly. He huffs…and lets go. There is no trickle. The moment my tongue hits his pucker, he relaxes and the piss waterfall is in full force. I swallow as fast as I can. I let go of my dick for fear of cumming. It’s a huge flow for maybe 15 seconds. Then a trickle…and then it’s just normal tongue fucking for a long while to get every drop. I get him up fairly fast. We go back to the sling. The urge to breed is on me. He asks for the blindfold—and looks hot, lying there, used and damp and hungry for my load. I do some nipple work on him…but I need to shoot and know it. I feed him poppers. I rim. I push in. I fuck. For longer as it feels so good. So wet inside. And I suddenly make it wetter. I gush out a big load into his hot ass. I felch a little…and lean across him, dribbling it into his mouth. He is surprised—but pleased. He goes home thoroughly used… The original, with some fun comments, here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/just-use-me.html

By Halloween by locked cock meant my balls were ready to explode. It was the last day of Locktober and I was ready for anything. I made sure I was ready and went to the address. When I arrived just the twink was there. He told me the party started in an hour but first he was gonna lube me up personally. He told me to get in the sling and handed me some poppers which I sniffed hungrily. He asked if I wanted more of his toxins as he wasn’t on meds yet. “Too right” I replied. He started licking my hole and then pushed his big cock into me. He said “I’m so glad your here first, I needed to make sure my DNA was in you first, opening your hole for the others”. I said “thank u, I need you in me, making me yours”. He leant over and kissed me with his cock balls deep in my hole. He told me he was going to be here all evening letting other lads and men in and out to cum and go. He started to pound harder and I felt his cock swell up even more shooting streams of cum into me. “Two of my loads in you now – think you’re mine now”.

[think before following links] http://www.xvideos.com/video64343267/impregnable

About 10 minutes ago. Covid has been tough for all of us, me included. As a Covid nurse, i have tried to be responsible and do not frequent the places i did before. i do have some FB's though, and one young Latino muscle jock who texts me frequently. He is spontaneous and i am often at work and can't, but He never gives up, and i really love Him. He is so sweet. He texted me Monday, and i was at work, but let Him know i'd be off starting today. First thing this morning, He texts me, so i prep and tell Him i will be waiting as usual, on my bed ass up and door open. He always comes in, mounts and breeds me that way. This time, for some reason, He put a condom on... which He never has before. A few minutes, and it breaks, probably the elbow grease lube? idk, but He asks if i have another and i tell Him i would rather have His bare cock and take His load, He didn't hesitate and slid on in. It's been awhile for both of us, and He unloaded in me pretty quickly. He is quiet when He cums, i have to listen for it, it's a sweet sigh and He keeps fucking after. His load is in me now, i am reallllly happy.

I have been barebacked since my first time. I was pozzed at 19 and really never thought about anyone putting one on to breed me. I did consider it a few weeks ago however. I was at the video store and a really hung older guy wanted to play. When I grabbed his massive cock it was rough and had bumps. I can only assume what they were and I really don’t want them on my pussy so I considered asking him to wear a condom. Of course I didn’t and I let him fuck me bare and cum in me. It was the first time I have considered it though. I guess I now can say “never say never”. Lol

My Playroom—May, 2021 He was one of those guys who checked in on AssPig every few months. Evan had an uncanny ability to write me just as I was going into a project that cut my play time. I would explain what was up…and he’d try again, offering his ass during some other busy time. There was also geographical distance to be juggled. Then there was Covid. And my move. But by May all the stars aligned. From our profiles, we were pretty sure we’d be a good match. He showed up right on time. Evan is a little younger than I am, maybe 5’ 9” and thin and trim—with a shaved head. The ass looked great in his jeans—I couldn’t wait to see it naked. He went off to clean up after a long drive…and I took the lube down to the playroom… He’s naked and hot and is still slightly damp from the steam as we embrace. Evan drops to his knees and takes me into his mouth. I am easily erect. Evan manages to take most of me pretty effortlessly. I don’t spend long face fucking him as I can’t wait to taste his ass. “Get on the bench. I need your butt on my tongue.” He crawls up on it. I sink to my knees and bury my face in his warm, wet hole. My tongue darts into him and he clamps down on it. I pull it free and do it again. So does he. I get harder with each spasm of his ass. I spit and start pushing it in. His hole swallows it up. I rock back and look at his ass. My finger pokes a strand of stray spittle into him. Evan moans. “Give me your dick,” he murmurs. “Your raw dick…” I stand up. My cock head stretches his hole a little more—and I sink into place. He welcomes me with a hard squeeze. I hold. Then begin the slow drag back. Evan does a huge intake of breath. “Fuck!” I begin a slow fuck rhythm. “Yes!” I build to a hard fuck. Slow down. And do it again. Then I pull out and taste his hole. Oh, yeah…he is a self juicer. His ass is really wet with natural lube. I rim him deeper now. Then stand up and fuck. I grab the slender egg-headed toy. I grease it up and slide it in him…adding my cock just seconds later. Evan loves the stretch of the DP. I fuck him, doubled, for a long time—staring at myself in the mirror in front of us. I pull out and let him clean my cock—which he does, hungrily. I go back and pull the toy out and grease up my eight fingers. I do a lateral stretch. With very little work my left hand goes into him. Repeatedly. Both of us enjoying the moment his ass lips snap down on my wrist. We move to the sling. More fucking. Now fisting, with alternating hands. The hand that is not in him is stroking my drooling cock. I stand up. With my left hand still in him, I slide my cock down my wrist. It pushes through his engorged ass lips and is buried in my palm deep inside him. Evan is breathless—having watched it all in the mirror above him. He groans now as I begin moving my hand in his ass—jerking off in his guts. I pull out and do it again. I try it with the right hand inside him, but it is not as easy so I go back to the left. I move on and grab the big black butt plug. I grease it up. I work it into his inviting hole. He snaps his hole shut around the slender stem after the cone is deep inside. I am kneeling and love seeing the big black base filling his hole. I tap it. His body responds with a slight tremor. I pound on it with my fist. Evan groans out his pleasure as it seems to hit all the right spots inside him. I fuck him again. I grab the smallest chain and grease it. I work it into him link by link. “That is so heavy.” I smile, holding onto the last six links as I stand up. My cock is added, gliding over the hard, smooth links. “Damn…” he exhales. I fuck for a bit then pull it out link by link. Each link giving him a mini stretch. I fuck him. I move on to the speculum. He loves the cranking—and the prostate examination my lubed fingers give him. We break. I pull out the rimseat. “This is a first,” he tells me. “You want to?” “Yes!” I get under it and he sits. His ass is amazingly open—with the seat spreading him even more. My tongue goes deep. He squirms—wanting more. I eat his hole for a very long time—edging my dick all the while. We go back to the sling. Soon I have my fists back into him. We try for a double—but it doesn’t quite happen. A goal for another time. “Jerk off in me again.” His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him as my left hand pushes into him. My very red, very thick cock slides down my thin forearm—and into his hole. I curl my fingers around my cock, deep inside him. The slightest movement inside his ass is amplified for him. And there is the mind fuck we are both feeling. My hand is moving. Barely. But it must feel momentous for Evan. “Shoot in me.” My hand flicks over my over sensitive head. Once. Twice. And I explode. Covering my fingers. Covering the inside of his ass. My fingers working my load into him… The original post is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/jerking-off-deep-in-his-ass.html

Pre-covid, travelling abroad for work I used to try and stay the weekend wherever I was going and set something up. Had some great times in US, Europe and Japan. I am in the process of planning a tour of the West Midlands and NW UK. I want to visit Northwich Sauna for CumUnion and also take in Blackpool, Liverpool and Manchester.

So this morning, I was woken early for some reason, showered, douched, suited and booted headed off to my office, so early arriving about 6 -20am. Noone else in; just a cleaning guy who was doing the bins, back and forth, not really paid any attention to him. He came back, chatting away, whilst I was at my desk, sorting through emails, I noticed the bulge in his sweatpants, I could not decide if he was hard or big... This guy was ugly, rough and course, he had one tooth in the top of his mouth, big ears, grey hair, bushy sticking out of his overall top. Anyway, He noticed I was staring at his bulge, he then kept arranging himself and looking at me intensly, he leaned quite close to my face and sniffed me, said he liked my aftershave, I was so fucking turned on!!! He then had his hands in his sweats and said he was going to clean the Mens toilets on the 3rd floor, so he walked out the door with a look on his face. Seriously, I was debating what to do, i found myself going upstairs to the toilets, I was boned, this bloke was just not me in daylight. Walked in, he was stood at stones, cock out wanking, I stood next to him, he grinned, I i looked at his cock, nice and girthy, I touched it, it was hot, I wanked him, felt his balls, he pushed me to the floor, told me to suck him, here I am suited on my knees sucking the cleaners dick, so horny, he told me to wank my dick whilst he fucked my throat. Moved me into the cubicle, turned me round and pulled my trousers down, he rubbed my hole wet his finger and was pushing it in, he asked me if I took it up the arse... Yes.. he slapped his wet dick on my hole, bent down and tongued me, moaning what a cunt I was, after a couple of minutes he turned me round, told me to suck him I did, he cum in my mouth, holding my head deep into his bushy pubic hair. He then pulled his sweats up, told me he had to go as he had a school gate to open.. I so wanted to be fucked by him...

So the creative juices are weird. I never thought I’d have a continuation to this story, particularly one that has a darker tone, but here we are. As an FYI, there’s a decent amount of buildup before the fucking. ————— It had been six years since my encounter with the twink. The first six days I was panicked and avoided pretty much all human contact, assuming I was a dead man walking. I was educated and knew that wasn’t how HIV worked, but I was also a child who grew up in the 80’s where we thought if you touched a poz person, let alone slept with them unprotected, you sentenced yourself to a celibate life as you waited out your remaining years. Of course, as time wore on, rational thought won out over paranoia. I came to grips with what happened, swore off sex, even with my husband, until six months passed and I could get as accurately tested as possible. All the tests came back negative and I said a little thank you upstairs that I’d somehow escaped the bug after receiving two doses of potentially lethal, acute new infectious sperm. The first night I fucked my husband after my self imposed abstinence was wild. I’d never been one to be able to perform multiple times in a night, but somehow was able to get three loads deep into him as he begged for mercy by the end of our final fuck. Ours has always been a more emotional relationship, one where going months at a time without sex isn’t overly uncommon, but we make up for it when it happens. But now, it had been over a year. We both had our moments, random men on grindr or growlr, first names only in a phone and at the end of the day we always came home to each other, but we just never felt in that mood together at the same time. Trying to be discreet, every couple months, I’d run through my contacts, fondly remember someone who I’d cum inside of or who had donated their seed to my ass, then delete the contact, knowing it was a one off. But even after six years of not talking, there was one number I could never get rid of. His. The poz twink. The one who gave me the most excruciating painful pleasure my ass had ever known. The one who scared me to no end with his revelation. The one I could never speak to again. Or so I thought. I still don’t know why I tapped send message instead of delete contact. It was simple and harmless enough though; just Hi. His response caught me off guard, both from its speed and tone. “I always knew you’d come back fag. Guess you want me to take another shot at pozzing your hole. I’m assuming you’re still neg since you didn’t hit me up shortly after I bred you to tell me you’d converted and cry and bitch me out for it. I’m free tonight if you want it, your place or mine slut?” I was absolutely stunned. This couldn’t possibly be the same sweet, adorable, charming twink I’d talked with six years ago. This was a dark, evil monster, hell bent on passing on a disease. So why the fuck was I intensely hard? And why, two hours later, was I ringing his doorbell? We agreed to talk and catch up, not to fuck. This time I was at a decent apartment complex and not the cozy home of his I’d previously visited. He opened the door and smiled. That fucking smile that could disarm an entire nuclear arsenal. Any thoughts I may have had at being mad went away, but I kept my resolve and when he leaned in to greet me, his mouth slightly agape, I ducked to the side and gave him a peck on the cheek. We went in and I saw how he’d grown. No longer a twink as he sat down in his polo and shorts, but a man. A man capable of charming the pants off anyone. We talked. An hour passed. It was as easy and casual as it was the first time in the coffee shop. Eventually I had to ask, “So why the apartment? What happened to the house?” “Jeffrey and I split,” he said. Before I could offer apologies, he continued. “He had no problem with me being poz or even chasing for that matter, hell, he was. But I refused to go on meds and I feel that it’s my job to put the virus in as many men as much as I can. He said he still loved me and always would, but couldn’t be with someone who could be that callous and destructive with both my own health and others. Because he still loved me, he set me up with this condo, so I could be taken care of, but that our relationship was, from a couple sense, over. I saw him a couple times after that, drinks and all, fucked him a few others. Hell, I even shot in him twice two days before he passed on. It was cathartic for both of us.” “I’m sorry,” was all I could say. “Don’t be,” replied the twink. “He gave me four amazing years, saw me through my sexual awakening, and helped me become the Poz slut I am today. I owe him everything, that’s why I pass him on to as many men as I can. You’re special though,” he paused and trailed off. My mind was swimming with so many thoughts. I finally steeled my resolve and asked, “What makes you think I’ll let you fuck me tonight?” He laughed. “I basically told you I wanted to poz you when you texted me and you showed up anyway. You’re a chaser who doesn’t know it yet. I’m guessing you were hard as fuck when you read my message. Now, we can either get to it or you get the fuck out of my place so I can find a cute twink to breed.” I didn’t move. “That’s what I thought. You know, I blew you, rimmed you, and bred you six years ago. But you never sucked my cock.” He unbuckled his shorts and revealed the perfect hard dick. The one that gave me the most intense pleasure I’d ever had. “Get on your knees and get to work bitch.” I did as I was told. He made sure I knew what was happening this time. “Suck on that poz cock. Get it wet since that’s your only lube boy. Get me ready to infect your healthy body and make you mine.” After nearly five minutes of his cock never leaving my mouth, he said “bedroom, now. Strip and on your back.” I got up and started unbuttoning my pants even as I walked down the hall. In less than 30 seconds I was on my back with my legs up. He didn’t even take his pants fully off. Just spit and started steadily pressing inside me. There was the pain again. The exquisite pain. “I didn’t get to see your face last time. I want to look in your eyes as I infect you. I’ll make love to you later, but this fuck, this one right here with me raw in you, no lube, just spit, this is to give you HIV. You’re mine now faggot, so I hope you enjoy your last clean fuck.” His words chilled my body as he started to move in and out, slowly, but deliberately. Involuntarily I began to moan. He picked up on that quickly. “Your mind is saying this is wrong. I can see that in your eyes. Your body, the lust you have, the passion you’re taking me with, your body knows it’s right. Give in. It’s ok to say it.” I knew what he wanted. I wasn’t ready. He knew that too. “You’ll say it when the time is right.” His strokes grew increasingly quicker as he began to long pole me, nearly driving me into the headboard. “I’m close.” “Please,” I whimpered. “It’s time. Cum in me.” “You asked for it slut!” With that, a torrent of unmedicated poz cum gushed into me as we locked eyes. The intensity with which he bred me said it all. My mind accepted the fact that I was now his, I was now poz, and I wasn’t going back home.

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

Thought this story looked familiar. found another version of it from my bugshares archive. Andy was chatting on the internet, as usual, looking for a hot guy to fuck him, as usual! He is a tall, muscled, sexy and young, and never has any trouble finding hung dom men to fuck his ass. He loves to be the bottom, and loves to do it bareback. He has not caught the bug so far, mainly because he tries to hook up with guys who claim to be clean or “Neg” checking profiles on Craigslist or BBRT, and avoiding anyone with a poz status. But the supply of neg tops was limited, over time Andy found himself glancing at some of the ones with “Poz but undetectable” He started finding himself reading Poz porn and poz erotica, and a growing part of him knew it was only a matter of time before e took the ultimate risk. One night Andy came to a profile he had never noticed before. The guy was in his forties, much older than Andy, but he had a cock most guys would kill for. The guy, named Paul, had many pics in his profile of his cock, long fat and hard, sliding in and out of smooth young boy cunts, dripping with thick white cum. Even though Andy was a young hot guy, he secretly lusted after older, rougher looking men, and Paul was perfect! His body looked strong and masculine, like a solid built rugby or football player, and his eyes were deep and inviting as they stared out of the computer screen. Andy was just about to flick Paul a message, when he noticed something on the profile. It said "Full blown poz for 7 years". Not ‘undetectable’ or ‘on meds’ but Full Blown Poz. Andy didn’t know why, but he felt his cock twitch reading that. Andy had fantasized about being pozzed up before, but he always kept it just a fantasy. He sent a message to the guy saying "Hi" and "Nice Cock". The guy messaged back and they got really into it, chatting about how great it would feel to have a one on one bareback party for Andy tonight, and get him all loaded up with raw seed. After a while of pushing, Andy finally admitted that he had no intention of going through with it, that he loved life too much to let his sexual fantasy ruin it. He felt like he had let Paul down, that he’d never hear back from him. Andy then went and lay down on his bed, with his dildo, and started to slide it slowly up his ass. He sniffed some poppers and wanked off, until he was close to shooting his load. He could not get the image of Pauls cock out of his mind, and he imagined that Paul was fucking him then and there, with no condom, and pumping his ass full of cum. Something about that, the image of Paul’s Poz Pecker in his ass, blasting raw poz seed up his ass made him loose it. He blasted a huge load of cum all over his body, About an hour later, Andy went back to the computer and saw a new message from Paul. It said: “Hey, why don't you cum over, and we can have safe sex, it will be hot, there is no reason why we can't have some fun, if we are both sensible about it, I promise I won’t do anything your not comfortable with" Just reading it made his dick hard again. He fought with his better judgment for a while, but finally his now rampant hard-on got the better of him and he jumped in his car and headed over to Paul's house. When he got there he was struck by how masculine and relaxed Paul was, he was incredibly sexual and seemed to have an aura of masculinity around him. They kissed as they stood in the living room together, and Andy felt a kind of electric energy in the air. They went to the bedroom and in moments got undressed in front of each other, their eyes all over one-another's bodies. "So, is this the first time you have ever knowingly been naked with an HIV positive man?" Paul asked "Yeah it is" said Andy nervously, he was so excited about their bodies making first naked contact, he reached out and pulled Paul on top of him, and they kissed deeply, Paul's tongue going so far inside Andy's mouth that he felt as though he was being fucked already. Paul stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes, his 8" thick hard penis was digging into Andy's groin, he said "Feels good doesn't it?" “Yeah, it feels amazing" Andy replied. “It’s going to feel so much better, there’s nothing more intense than a Poz Pecker inside you.” They continued to kiss and Andy felt the full weight of Paul's now sweaty body on top of him, it felt like the best sensation in the world as Paul’s musky sweat dripped down on him. Paul looked down and grinned. “Your going to make such a good Poz Pig.” And spat in Andy’s mouth. Andy opened up and let the spit enter him, loving the feeling of it. They kissed again and again, cocks grinding against one another until at last Paul said "Come with me, it’s time we took things to the next step". He led Andy to the bathroom and made him kneel down. He put his hard penis at Andy's lips and held it there, letting Andy look at the huge 8inch long poz cock. After a few seconds Paul moaned and began to piss, a strong, hot, musky ******* of dark urine that went down Andy's throat. He swallowed it all down, his own cock hard as a rock with lust for Paul and the total domination being inflicted on him. After drinking all Paul's beautiful hot poz piss, they went back to the bedroom. “You like having my fluids inside you, don't you? My piss, my spit, my sweat?" "Yeah, I love it" said Andy. They rolled around on the bed and Paul began to mount Andy. "I'm not going to put my dick in you, not yet, don't worry, I'm just gonna press my cock head against your hole, so you know how great it feels to have a poz pecker touching your ass" Andy lifted his legs high and wide, and Paul pressed the huge head of his penis against the tight puckered neg ass before him. Toxic Pre-cum oozed from the hole at the tip of his penis, and he rubbed it into Andy's tight neg hole. Paul gave Andy a bottle of poppers and they both inhaled deeply. They kissed and Paul spat another large gob of spit into Andy's open mouth. "This feels so good, doesn't it" "Yeah I've never felt anything so amazing in my life!" Andy moaned as the raw, unprotected poz cock sawed deeper against his hole. "You know, if you are into barebacking, its only a matter of time until a guy will poz you up, you may as well do it on your own terms, and with a guy you really like" "I'm scared though, I don't want to feel sickness and pain" "Don't worry, after you convert, and get the fuck flu, you wont feel sick for years, and you can enjoy sex the way it was meant to be. You can become the sperm-slut you know you are, deep inside" Andy said nothing but just looked deep into Paul's eyes, as the head of Paul's death dick stayed firmly placed at his young neg boy-cunt. He felt his heart racing, like he was on the edge of a cliff and about to fall. "Your ass is so amazing Andy, you needt o give your ass up to cock, you know it. Just relax, give it to me, let me put the rest of my dirty, diseased Poz Pecker inside you Andy and all your fear will be gone." They sniffed some more poppers, and then Paul pressed a little harder on Andy's hole, and the pre-cum slicked it up so he could put the whole head inside at any second. Andy took another hit of poppers, and then they kissed deeply again. He had never felt so good, his whole body was tingling and he wanted to feel Paul's penis fucking him so much. “Man, your penis is so beautiful, I love it in me so much, I need it man. I wanna take your beautiful sperm inside me" he murmured, I’m just so scared. "Don’t be. I wanna take away your fear. I wanna put this whole thing in you, I wanna fuck you so hard, I want you to be a slave to my penis, to my seed, to my toxic DNA. I need to shoot my poz cum in you Andy, can i fuck you man?" They both took another hit of poppers. "Yeah, give me your cum, I need it" Andy opened his legs as wide as they would go, and lifted his ass up as high as he could, and Paul pushed himself down, so that Andy's legs were pressed back, and their faces met perfectly. Then it happened, Paul drove his huge hard toxic penis all the way into Andy, and their bodies connected together. "You're gonna have my cum inside you forever man, I'm gonna change your body, you're never gonna be the same again. Once I blow my load, my Diseased DNA is going to fucking wreck your hole! " He grunted as his cock slid in and out, harder with each thrust, all the way out then all the way in. Andy was trembling with lust, he had never experienced sex like this before, he had no idea his body was capable of such pleasure! They took deep hits of poppers, and Paul kept fucking him deep. "Oh God, man, I'm gonna destroy your body with my sperm, I'm gonna fuck you to death, you're going to be my cum slut now, you dirty piece of shit, you deserve my AIDS sperm boy! My Poz Pecker!" "Oh yeah, I need it, I'm worthless man, just fuck me up, poz me up, I need your HIV, I need your sperm so bad" said Andy, completely lost in the hotness of the fuck. No longer caring about pain or sickness, he felt like his brains were being fucked out of his head, that soon all that would be left of himself is an ending desire to Fuck! "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum, my sperm is gonna take over your body, give into it man, let it enter you, don't resist it. Here comes my seed slut! Take it! Take y my Dirty Poz AIDS Seed!!" The energy in the room was so intense, Andy could feel that something amazing was about to happen in his body, and that he should not try to stop it. They kissed again, long and hard, and then Paul began to cum. It felt like burning hot bullets of pure poison were being injected right into his body. He squirmed as his insides seemed to burn, then it become pure pleasure as the AIDS took over. "Oh man, wow, that was amazing!" Andy was stunned, but he remained horny, so Paul jerked him off, while his penis was still hard inside Andy. "This is your last neg load boy! You're never gonna be the same after tonight. Once you empty this load, your going to have nothing but MY toxic seed in you forever!" Andy was overcome with lust listening to Paul talking. He tried to hold off but it was all too much and he shot a huge load of sperm onto his stomach. Paul kept stroking him wanting to utterly drain and milk him of his neg seed. As Andy moaned from being so sensitive, Paul started to fuck his ass once again. After another ten minutes of fucking, the two reached another orgasm. Andy knew this time he had been drained of th last of his neg seed as Paul collapsed on top of him and they lay in each others arms and fell to sleep. A few weeks later Andy came down with the flu, and eventually he tested poz. He was now a pozzed up cum slut, on the prowl for a re-charge...

I guess the neighborhood piano bar wasn’t the most adventurous choice for my scandalous night out, but it was a step I hadn’t taken before. My wedding ring was in my pocket, the first time I’d taken it off for any purpose other than what you’d expect. Here I was in San Diego, fresh off my successful conference presentation, all the pressure off and a few more days of seminars and social gatherings to look forward to. After a brief meet and greet with those who had attended my talk, there had been an early dinner. Standard academic stuff, I’d been through it many times before. But this was my first time traveling alone since I’d gotten married. Jake and I have been together for 10 years, and finally made it legal last year. He’d always had the flexibility to travel with me when I went to these meetings, but his new job made that impossible this time. So here I was all alone, and all the things I’d fantasized about so many times were now eminently possible - if I was willing to make them happen. The man across the bar raised his glass, and invited me over to his table with a smile and a nod. He was by far the hottest guy in this quiet joint, looked to be late-30s, great body hiding under his business attire, brown hair and olive skin - with strong features and a killer smile. I’d never been to this bar before - I’d visited the city many times for business, but could never bring myself to go out, both because work always kept me busy but also because my boyfriend, now husband, was no doubt sitting at home, lonely and missing me. Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about going out, having the kind of fun my commitment wouldn’t allow me to have. I’d thought of little else for years. I love what I have so much, but the desire for variety, for exploring a new body, it consumes me. I’d suggested three-ways, or opening our relationship, but my husband is just not into it. And until now, I’d just accepted that as the price of admission for being with him. Even now, sitting in this bar and considering walking over to the handsome man flirting with me, I’m just exploring. Dipping my toe in the pool. Trying out what it feels like to be out in a gay bar alone for the first time in so many years. Maybe enjoying the attention of a man or two, but not seriously considering going any further. I’m a married man, very happily so. This is just some innocent fun. As I pushed away from the bar, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the counter. I looked good, if I do say so myself. I’m no gym rat, but I keep myself in good shape, lifting and running a few times a week, staying active on the weekends hiking and biking. In that transition phase between 20-something boy and 40-something daddy type. My face had certainly earned its share of compliments, and I saw more than a few men in the bar take note of the way my ass looked in the jeans I’d put on back at the hotel. Even still, I was surprised a man as gorgeous as the one I was approaching had cruised me. Just my insecurities talking - it had been years since I’d been in this position, almost 10 years to be precise. My husband and I had met on the dance floor of a club in our town and had scarcely been apart since, other than my work trips. We fell in love fast and hard, moved in together, and were married the minute it became legal in our state. I don’t regret it for one second - well, except for that part about craving something new. But that happens in all relationships, right? “Have a seat,” the stranger said, flashing that thousand-watt smile. “I haven’t seen you here before. Not that I come here all that often, either. Are you from around here?” A brief pause, considering how honest I wanted to be here. I could easily spin a tale about myself and invent a reality that would serve the fantasy I was exploring. Or I could just say, “No, I’m visiting for work. Husband is back home while I’m stuck in a hotel in yet another strange town. Thought I’d come out and enjoy a drink and the local scenery.” I caught his eye and grinned at the corniness of the line I just delivered as he started to laugh, blushing mildly. “How about you?” “I live just down the street, but haven’t been here more than a handful of times in the past six years. I’m newly single, you see, and my ex wasn’t one for the bars. I’m not either, if I’m being honest. But I thought it was probably time for me to get out again and see if I might find some connection, you know? My breakup really took a toll on me, and I haven’t been very sociable lately. And now I’m sharing way too much information with a total stranger. Sorry about that. I’m Anthony, by the way.” “I’m Joey, and please don’t apologize! You don’t know how happy I am to just have a normal conversation instead of cheesy pickup lines or a bunch of small talk. I’ve been at the bar for half an hour and had to shoo away a few young twinks and an obvious alcoholic barely able to speak. I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my room and watched some Netflix. Please, tell me more.” “Well, to be honest I’d rather not talk much more about it right now. Like I said, it was pretty brutal on me, and if it’s OK with you, we could talk about pretty much anything else. It’s best not to dwell too much on the past, and instead think about moving forward and moving on.” Again with that amazing smile, melting me and giving me a jolt up and down my body - a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. That feeling when you meet someone new, the chemistry, the intrigue. I had it in spades with this man. Dangerous, this feeling - but thrilling, and so I pressed on. We spent the next two hours at that table, exchanging stories, talking about sports and politics and music and everything but our relationships. I bought the next round, then he got the next. Each time, he moved a bit closer, spent a bit more time looking in my eyes, laughed a bit more sincerely at my corny jokes. His hand made its way to my thigh under the table, and I didn’t remove it. In fact, my hand went onto his, and we continued to talk and laugh and just BE with each other, so comfortable and easy, it was scary and wonderful. He brought my hand up on to the table and was running his thumb over my ring finger. He confessed, “I have to tell you, I noticed the tan line from your ring when I ordered my drink at the bar earlier. I thought a married guy like you might be easier to talk to than someone obviously on the prowl in a dark bar, you know? But as soon as our conversation began, I knew I was in trouble. Because you are such an incredible man. I never expected to spend the entire evening lost in your eyes, but here we are. Last call is approaching, and the last thing in the world I want is for this night to end.” A beat. A pregnant pause as I assessed my options. I had tucked my husband into bed before heading to the bar. He was fast asleep in our bed, content and assuming that I would be bored in my hotel room, as had been the case on so many of my work trips. Yet here I was, reveling in a connection like I hadn’t felt in 10 years. My wedding ring in my pocket, the first time I had ever taken it off with the intent of deceiving someone that I was single. And instead, that decision brought me to the beautiful man in front of me, a man so charming and sexy it almost hurt to look at him. And as I considered the possibility that I would go home with him, I realized he was too good to be true - a man just out of a long-term relationship, stepping out for the first time since, and about as low-risk as you could expect, if you’re considering cheating on your husband, but wanting to be sure you were safe. “Then let’s not let it end here,” I said before I allowed myself to chicken out. He stood, holding fast to my hand, and led me out of the bar. It was a pleasant evening, and we walked hand-in-hand the three blocks to his apartment, the sexual tension between us palpable. On the stairs in front of his building, he turned before unlocking the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. Something about the romantic gesture, on the street on a beautiful evening, making out with a gorgeous man before heading into his apartment - I was about to burst from the fluttering in my stomach, the nervous energy building and making me do things I told myself I wouldn’t do. Tonight was supposed to be a bit of innocent fun, and here I was on the precipice of cheating on my husband. And I wanted nothing more than for this man to take me upstairs and continue this incredible evening.

I am a physician going to a week long medical convention. Unfortunately I registered late and there were no rooms left. One of the other participants told the hotel he was willing to share a room and I reluctantly accepted. I usually hate these meetings but needed the education certification credits. I’m usually bored out of my mind at these meetings. I recently separated from my wife. We had not had sex for years but even so never stepped out on her. Just jerked off. I checked in early in the afternoon the day before the start of the meeting and was told my roommate had checked in. When I open the room door, my roommate was coming out of the shower and was toweling off. He was tall and fit, but what I noticed were his beautiful huge pierced nipples. I have always had a nipple fixation. When I look at pictures of boobs, I just looked at the nipples, not the size of the breast. In fact I liked small tits with big erect nipples, just like the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, the Swedish version. And his nipples were my vision of perfection and with the piercings, extra perfect. He noticed of course and he apologized, but I said no worries. As I always do I looked at his cock and saw a huge thick cut cock with a large PA, my cock stated to get embarrassing hard, and I saw him look down and take notice. I always liked looking at guys cocks at the gym but never got a hard on, but his was amazing. He noticed my interest. He saw I was getting embarrassed and wrapped his towel around his waist. Sorry he said, he didn’t expect me so early. I said no problem, and went to unpack and turned away from him to hide my raging hard on. I never get a boner seeing other cocks. My face was so red. Nice piercingsI mumbled. Thank you he said. I hope that isn’t a problem with you. I’m sure you realize it, I’m gay, I have had many gay patients and I have no problem with gays, and told him no problem. I’m Peter holding out my hand, I’m Larry. When we shook hands I felt an electrical sexual charge run thru my body and my cock instantly began to harden. Never had such an experience. The handshake was firm, gentle , and sensuous at the same time and much longer than necessary. Nice to meet you Peter. We had some talk about the meeting coming up, and found he hated them too and though they were a waste of money, so he was glad we could split the cost. I told him I was glad too. I lied I would rather have a single. Larry got dressed while talking, he was a very fit with well trimmed body hair. As we talked I found he was a really nice guy and made conversation very easy. So easy I asked him about his piercings. He acted like it was the most normal question ever and started talking about them. He like me has a nipple fetish, too and explained that 10 years earlier began pumping them. He explained what that was and banding them. Over a few years of regular pumping and banding the enlarged from tiny nothings to half inch in diameter constantly erect nipples. Five years ago he had them pierced so he can show them off at the gym. And he loves the look of them. Then he asked if I’d like to look at them again, in a way that seemed totally normal. And I said yes like I was agreeing to look his new watch. He then quickly removed his polo shirt. God they were beautiful. I am critic of nipples and I was amazed at them. The rings enhanced their beauty. Like my rings? Larry asked while he fingered them. I struggled to say yes as my cock hardened. Larry noticed my desire in my eyes and the bulge in my pants. Lets go to the bar for a few drinks before dinner, my treat, Larry suggested and I agreed. After a few drinks Larry knew all about me. Married with a lousy sex life , and separated. Larry told me about him and his life was just like mine. He married, had a mediocre sex life, cheated on his wife but the sex wasn’t much better until 10 years ago when he was at medical meeting and was seduced by a fellow doctor. He experienced the most incredible sex with him. Three days later he realized he was gay and has never been happier. At that point we had dinner with great conversation and food. Let’s get a nightcap he suggested and I agreed. Throughout the evening I had at least a partial hard on and was leaking like crazy I was sure glad I had dark pants on. In the bar we got a booth in the corner. The talk became more sensual and we talked a lot about our sexuality. Larry placed a hand on my thigh, looked into my eyes and smiled I returned the smile and put my hand on his and moved it up so he could feel my hard cock. i think it’s time to go Larry suggested. Absolutely I said and we headed for the elevators. In the elevator he discreetly massaged my ass. Once in the room we looked in each other’s eyes and gently and passionately kissed, This is all new to me I whispered. Larry said don’t worry I will show you. You will be transformed after tonight, I promise. Be gentle, I promise. Larry kept lights on. He slowly undressed me, kneeled in front of me and took my 7 inch thick cut cock in his mouth. I never had my cock feel so wonderful. He took me completely down his throat. Then he pulled off my cock, I don’t want you to cum yet. We kissed again and I tasted my cock and precum, it was amazing. Now undress me and do the same to me,Larry whispered in my ear. I slowly removed his shirt. His nipples were calling me, I sucked and pulled them, softly biting them. I was in heaven sucking on these perfect nipples. Larry was moaning in pleasure. I unbuttoned his pants and he stepped out of them. He cock was bulging his briefs. When I pulled them off, I couldn’t believe what I saw. 9 inches of thick cut cock with a huge head with a thick semicircular PA dripping copious precum. I never saw anything so beautiful . I slid my first cock in my mouth. What a wonderful feeling and what a uniquely wonderful taste. I sucked for a while but choked a bit. Tilt your head back and stuck out your tongue, Larry said then slide your tongue and my cock back in your mouth. I did that and amazingly his cock slid down my throat without gagging and I felt his pubes on my face. I swallowed that huge cock and piercing all the way down my throat!!! It felt good!! Larry slid his cock out of my throat with a little cling when the PA hit a tooth. You did amazingly well. Did you like sucking it? I almost shouted , YES!!!!!! Larry stood me up and kissed me passionately. Want to go on? Yes please. I was begging, Be prepared, after tonight your life will be changed, for the better. There will be no going back. I promise you will become fulfilled and and soon will become a real man. Is that what you want? Yes, I whispered as he led me to the bed.

I was in High School when this all went down. It was the summer, and I had just turned 18. I was looking forward to basketball camp at a University about 40 miles from my home town. This was the type of basketball camp where we stayed in the mostly empty dorms for the 5 days we were there. The first day was a hard one, the instructors were tough. My group was paired off with a freshman University player. He was tall, of course, maybe 6'7" or so. He was very good looking and mixed race. He looked like he might have been 1/3rd black or possibly half black. He wasted no time in shucking his shirt, and wow...his body was ripped. You could see every muscle in his body. He had a tiny bit of hair in the middle of his chest, which I found very attractive since I barely had any hair except my pits and crotch. I noticed his ass and crotch as he demonstrated moves for us. His ass was the definition of a bubble butt, I swear you could probably bounce a brick off of it and he was no slump in the crotch department, his bulge was prominent. I don't know why I was noticing all of that. I have a girlfriend, maybe it's because I hadn't seen such a well developed man this close in person and about my age. He also worked with us one on one and every time it was my turn it felt like he was deliberately making sure his skin touched as much of my skin as possible. The smell of clean fresh sweat was extremely intoxicating and I was glad I had worn my jockstrap to keep my cock down. Why was this turning me on? I guess it had been two weeks since I got to hookup with my girl. She was at church camp and my basketball camp overlapped her camp by a day. I was blessed with a pretty decent sized cock, about 7.5 inches, cut and quite thick. I could also cum multiple times in a row without going limp and I was a shooter. So not having been able to fuck in over two weeks was beginning to take it's toll on me. We finally had a lunch break and we broke off into our groups to eat, our instructor, Jerol, sat with us, more specifically, sat right next to me on the grass. We all laughed and talked. Turned out his dorm room was in our building with the rest of the guys. By the end of the day we all were fast friends, including Jerol. We all retired to our dorm buildings, and settled in, and began readying for a much needed shower time. I was on the phone with my girlfriend while everyone else went and showered. She kept me on the phone for at least 45 minutes and I finally convinced her I had to go or there'd be no hot water left. My three other roomies were already back in our dorm talking to their girlfriends or family. I got my stuff together and went to the shower area. It was locked up! Why would they lock up the shower area at all? I didn't understand, I thought this area was open 24/7. Just then Jerol came down the stairs and saw me standing at the door holding all my shower gear. He said,"sorry man, I didn't know anyone was left, but hey, there's a shower area on my floor and they keep it open all the time for us that stay over the summer. I followed him up to his floor and he showed me the shower area, it was actually a lot nicer than ours. He started to undress in front of me, which was cool by me, I've seen plenty of naked bodies. I was shucking my clothes as well. That's when I saw out the corner of my eye his huge cock. It had to be 7 inches soft and thick as a coke can. I couldn't stop glaring at it. I broke out of my trance when he started walking towards me with his monster swinging at my eye level as I sat on the bench trying to cover my thickening cock. "Come on man, let's get some soap on our ass and balls," Jerol said while patting my face. I reluctantly got up carrying my towel in front of me to hide my growing erection. He started the showerhead first and while his eyes were closed I was able to put my back toward him and hide my dick. It was a "hard" situation to shower next to this hung god and hide my erection the whole time. Once we were back to the locker area drying off Jerol began putting oil all over his body. He said,"most black guys have to use lotion or oil on our bodies after a shower so are skin doesn't get ashy." I told him I had to do that during the winter myself. Jerol asked, "Hey man, can you get my back and shoulders, I can't ever get to all of it," I said "sure, but you'll have to sit on the bench, because you're kinda too tall for me to reach your shoulders." We both laughed and he sat down, still naked. I had gotten my underwear and shorts on at least. As I rubbed the oil on his back and shoulders he let out a light moan. It took my by surprise and I froze. "Man after today's workout, your hands just feel so good on my sore muscles, do you think you could massage me?" Jerol asked. I was reluctant, I hadn't ever touched another guy like this, but I desperately wanted to keep touching him. His skin felt like velvet stretched on top of tight muscles so I agreed to massage him. He quickly stood up and grabbed his stuff and said,"come on, let's go to my dorm room so it's more comfortable." I just did what he asked and followed him. Once we got inside, he pulled off his shorts and laid down on his bed in just his underwear. He told me to straddle him and work on his shoulders. I did as commanded as if in a trance. His hands eventually started rubbing my thighs as I massaged his shoulders, I was hard as a rock and there was no hiding it. I thought,"thankfully he can't see my erection about to bust out of my shorts." It was at that exact moment Jerol flipped over lifting my body easily on his ass and as he turned over my ass slid across his butt, then hip, and rested right on his crotch. I was frozen in fear as he saw my erection and I quickly tried to put my hands over it. Jerol laughed and said,"relax man, you're not the only one enjoying this," It was then that I realized I wasn't just sitting on his crotch, I was sitting on a steel rod of about 10 inches and thick as my arm. Jerol smiled a Hollywood smile at me as his hands went to my bare hips and began stroking my exposed skin, he wasted no time fishing my cock out of my shorts and started jerking my cock with his oily hands. "You're pretty hung for such a young white boy," Jerol complimented me. I was shaking I was so nervous, I pushed myself off of him and blurted out,"I'm not gay, I have a girlfriend! That's why I was late to the shower." Jerol smiled that smile at me again, and grabbed my hand, pulling me back toward him next to the bed. "It's cool man, I've got a girl too, she's back in her hometown for the summer though, and men like us have needs. We're just helping each other out." Jerol explained. I couldn't say anything as he slowly pulled my shorts and underwear down to my knees where my raging hardon was right in front of his sculpture like face. In one swift movement he took my whole cock down his throat. My knees buckled and I almost lost it. I'd never felt anything like that before. To be deep throated in that manner was something completely new to me. His large hands practically covered both my ass cheeks as he used them to pull my body forward causing me to throat fuck him. He was going at such a speed I suddenly realized I was about to cum. I grabbed his head and hoarsely said,"SHIT! I'm gonna cum!" I unleashed a torrent of cum, blasting down his throat. He kept sucking me and swallowed every drop. I was weak as my cock was still lodged in his throat. He gently moved me to the bed and slowly pulled off my cock. I was still rock hard and out of sorts. Confused by what had just happened. Jerol stood up and yanked off his shorts and underwear, he got onto the floor on his knees in front of me, and quickly pulled off my clothes. He went down on me again, sucking in my hard dick down to my balls. He was a pro, I'd never had anyone suck my dick all the way down and certainly not at this speed and expert level. He made his way down to my balls and began licking and sucking them as his oily hand stroked my boner. I was in heaven, I just laid back and let him pleasure me. Every time I felt like I was about to bust another load, his hand would slow down or stop as he continued to lick my balls, his tongue was so long it was stretching out and licking my taint even. That felt good too. He lifted my legs up so that my ass cheeks were almost resting on his thick muscular shoulders, one hand wrapped around my thigh and continued to stroke my cock, he used this position to suddenly push my hips up and within a second his tongue was on my asshole! Holy fuck that felt good. I began to relax even more as he licked my hole, he would flex his tongue and start to dart it in and out of my loosening wet hole. I was beginning to leak precum steadily. He pivoted my body so that instead of my ass hanging off the bed I was now on the bed with my legs up and he crawled up onto the bed between my legs with his tongue still inside my hole. He grabbed the oil and poured a bunch on his huge cock, I was amazed at how incredibly thick and long it was. His dickhead looked like golf ball on the end of a extra long beer can. He crawled up to where our cocks were rubbing against each other, he was jerking both of us off at the same time. He grabbed my hand and put it on his dick. This was the first time I'd touched it. It felt oddly satisfying and strange to be stroking another guy off, let alone masturbating a cock that my hand couldn't even fully reach around. I could see little pearls of precum popping up out of piss slit and saw a tattoo of a 4-leaf clover on below where his waistband would've been and below that some sort of tribal design, it looked like something from Resident Evil 7: Biohazard. It's cool he's a gamer too! But currently I was mesmerized by how beautiful and big his cock was in my hands. He pulled my legs up to his shoulders and began to thrust his monster against my cock and balls as he leaned over my and his face got closer to mine. He was telling me, "damn, you're so hot, you're making me so horny with your tight white body." This strangely turned me on even more as he thrusted his body against mine. Eventually I noticed that his thrusting movements had somehow changed our position a bit and his gigantic cock was now rubbing up and down my ass crack. Occasionally his cockhead would catch on my hole and apply some pressure. It actually felt amazing. I didn't know my asshole could make me feel so good. It was making me think I might cum again. More and more his cockhead would catch on my hole and more and more it felt like it was beginning to penetrate my hole. Just a little bit, like the outter ring maybe. It hurt, but with all the oil, it was still feeling more good than bad. He was breathing hard and when I looked at his face, his mouth was open and he was panting as he thrust onto my hole. I was beginning to feel like a piece of meat, and I'm embarrassed to say it made me hornier. At some point during one of the times his dick caught on my hole and slightly penetrated me, he pushed harder with his weight, and I felt his cock enter me, just about an inch or two, but it had hit something extra tight right inside my butthole. I felt like I had just been ripped open. I screamed but his massive muscular body held me tight in that position. I pleaded, "oh fuck, take it out man. It hurts to much. Pleeeassse take it out." Jerol said,"if I take it out right now, it's gonna hurt way worse, just don't move okay? I didn't mean to enter you, I'll take it out in a minute when your hole relaxes." I did what he said, I just laid there, not moving a muscle. He stayed still with his huge cock lodged a couple inches inside me. Tears began to leak out my closed eyes from the pain. I opened them and looked at him. His face was full of lust and it looked like he enjoyed seeing my tears. "Jerol, please take it out, it hurts so bad," I begged. It was actually beginning to loosen up, but it still hurt like hell and I didn't want to tell him there was "less" pain now. "I'm sorry," Jerol replied,"I didn't mean for it to go inside you, I promise when you loosen up and relax, I'll take it out." His hips began to gently rock, not really thrust or anything, but his cock was moving inside me, but not going deeper. I was beginning to feel better, it still felt painful, but not like the initial pain. I told him I thought it was loosening up and he could probably take it out now. He said,"okay baby boy, let me put some more oil on it so that it will come out easier." He grabbed the oil and liberally poured more all over his cock and my hole. He laid on top of me with his face buried in my neck, he started to kiss my neck and as I relaxed more, I felt his cock actually go deeper inside me! "Ouch ouch ouch! Jerol! Please, this hurts so bad, you're going deeper." I pleaded. His kisses became more frantic as he worked his mouth up my neck and to my cheek, his thick soft lips locked onto mine. This was the first time a guy had ever kissed me, and it felt so good. He had some thick lips and as they worked my lips, his tongue opened up my mouth, I immediately let his tongue enter my mouth and I began kissing him back, hard. I was in so much lust. I felt myself break out in a sweat as I kissed back with all my might, when I realized his cock was going in deeper again. I was moaning into his mouth from the pain when all of a sudden his pushed his weight down on me and my hole broke open, he sank about half his cock into me. I cried out loud, but he had his hand on behind my head and my mouth was locked onto his mouth. I screamed into his mouth as he began pumping his huge cock in and out of my torn hole. I was hitting his shoulders and sides with my fists, but they didn't seem to phase him at all. He finally broke our kiss and grabbed my wrists, yanking them above my head. "Listen here bitch, I haven't fucked in a week, and you gave up your pussy real quick, so relax, I need this," Jerol commanded. I was crying now as he held onto my wrists and was pumping 4-5 inches in and out of my incredibly stretched tight hole. I cried to him,"Please Jerol, take it out, it hurts so bad." He replied by reaching for his phone and setting a timer for 5 minutes, Jerol told me,"Just let me go for 5 minutes, I'll take it out then okay?" He continued fucking his cock in and out of my hole, and kept going deeper. At some point, he was deep enough he hit something, I guessed it was my prostate. It felt really weird, like I had to piss or cum or both. I have to admit that when his gold ball cockhead hit me there it sent shockwaves through me. I resigned myself to letting him fuck my hole for the remainder of the 5 minute timer because, well, it did feel really good when he hit that spot even though I felt like my hole was being torn a new one. I looked at the timer and it had been 4 minutes, he somehow had worked all ten inches into my tight hole and now my prostate was getting a constant barrage of pleasure despite the pain I felt in other places. The timer finally went off, and he reached over to cancel it. I sighed in relief while he was still balls deep in me. He said,"fuck man, I'm almost ready to cum, just let me go a little bit longer, I can tell I'm hitting your g-spot now, you can't hide how much you like my cock hitting your good spot. I replied,"No, I mean, yes, you're hitting something and it feels fuckin good but it still hurts in other places, you're just too big." Jerol continued,"Please, I'm so close to cumming, just give me a few more minutes? Please? You're so hot, and your hole is the tightest I've had, just a couple minutes?" He said all this while gently flexing and pumping his cock against my prostate, making me shoot a tiny bit of precum onto my belly. I counter negotiated with him, "If I let you go a few more minutes, you gotta put a condom on if you're gonna cum." He smiled like he'd won. He said,"Okay man, I'll put a condom on, but you gotta let me cum in you, it's the only way I can bust." "Okay, but go slow when you put it back in and just cum if you have on a condom." I said. Jerol grabbed a condom, and gently pulled out of my hole. I felt very empty, and although I felt relieved, I also really missed that feeling my prostate had. Jerol wrapped up his cock and spread a ton of oil onto his cock. He positioned it on my hole and slowly re-entered me. It was slick and still felt tight as hell. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock and felt his ten inches slowly sink into my battered hole. He bottomed out and began to long dick me. I still had my hand on his cock as he piston fucked me, he was hitting my prostate at a much faster speed now and my eyes rolled back into my head as the intensity built up. He was pounding my ass now I felt his huge cock fucking past my hand right into my hole so deep and fast. I felt my asshole hairs in between my fingers and hands as his cock pounded away. I didn't have much hair on my asshole though, maybe I was feeling his pubes. Jerol was panting and breathing hard,"You want my cum bitch? Say it. Tell me you want this nigger cum in your white boy pussy." He was wrecking my prostate so good, I just went with it and started to tell him, "fuck my white boy pussy, I want your cum deep in me." We kept trading filthy talk which made me even hotter, I was feeling his monster fuck my hole with my hand and suddenly I felt another orgasm racing through me, I couldn't even talk, I tried to say I was cumming but couldn't, I blew a pint of cum all over our bodies. My cock was spraying our naked bodies when he slammed balls deep into me and roared. I felt his cock become even thicker against my straining anal walls as it was shooting cum like a fire hose into me. My hand on his cock felt it blasting through his shaft and out his cockhead buried deep in my bowels. He started to pump his cock in and out of me again, faster this time. I said,"didn't you cum?" Jerol replied,"fuck yeah, I unloaded and bred you good, but I've got one more for ya so hang on." He was fucking the hell out of my now limp body. I took my hand off his pistoning cock and as he slam fucked my hole I looked down at my hand to see it slick with oil but also ten or twelve pieces of rubber stuck all over it. I realized the condom hadn't just broke, it was shredded. "Jerol! Stop! Stop! The condom broke!" He was fucking my weak limp body so hard now he didn't pay attention to me and blew another huge load inside me. I laid there and let him cum inside me having no strength to fight his large muscular body. He began very slowly pulling out of my hole. I told him again,"Jerol, I told you to stop, the condom is shredded," Jerol, looked at my hand covered in condom pieces, and said,"Yeah I think it broke when I was putting it in your hole, you were just too tight man." I looked at him in shock. "Why didn't you say anything?" Jerol responded,"We made a deal, you said I could cum in you if I had a condom on." I asked if I could use his toilet, as I needed to try and shit out his cum. He told me his didn't work, I'd have to use one in my dorm or the ones in the shower area. I put my clothes back on as he laid naked, his cock half hard slick with oil and cum still on his dick head. I don't know why I did it, after feeling so used and worthless, but I went over and sucked his cock clean, he pulled my head off his cock and told me I'd better get back to my room because it was curfew. I went down to my floor and it dawned on me I couldn't use our dorm bathroom to shit out Jerol's cum. I tried the shower area again, but it was still locked. I stuffed a bunch of toilet paper in between by crack and just went to sleep exhausted, I immediately knocked out.

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Tell us about you. What do you like? Top or bottom? How is your health? Do you party? These are all things people are going to ask, and you've given us next to nothing. Why should we want to hook up? Please, feel free to share. It's a safe space here.

Thank you! I don't get to see him often, but he is always a good time.

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I’ll bite. I am technically vers, but the past couple of years have almost been exclusively topping. I love to top and it’s where I feel most in my element. I would say objectively, I am a good top. Naturally, I’m a bigger guy with an above average dick. 6’2” 220 lbs, 7.5 thick cut cock if you want an idea. I find that I rarely find bottoms larger in size than me and it seems that most bottoms tend to prefer being topped by a guy bigger than them if they had a choice. I’m 37 now and though getting hard isn’t a problem usually, staying hard for a long time can be an issue sometimes. So I take half of a Viagra and I get and stay rock hard for hours. I think bottoms appreciate the perpetually hard cock. I can also go multiple rounds, which many bottoms like. I maintain a good rhythm when I fuck and I mix it up. I like to read my bottom to see how he likes getting fucked. If he likes getting pounded, I put all my energy into slamming my cock balls deep into him as hard as I can. I know how to hit and penetrate that second ring, which drives bottoms wild. If he likes a slow, sensual fuck with lots of body contact and kissing, I’m all in for that as well. And when I’m ready to cum, I drive my cock in balls deep and hold it there, letting him feel every pulse of my load from the base of my cock. I love hearing them moan things like “oh my God I feel you cumming, that feels so amazing…” I top like I’m running a business. If your customers are treated right, they’ll come back for more. If I treat my bottoms right and give them what drives them wild, they’ll be back. And I take pride in a job well done. My philosophy is “it’s way more than just sticking it in and giving them a load… it’s the whole experience.”

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OMG... I am sorry, it took me that long to write it as Kept wanking to him and and the experience, that I got signed out and logged back and it was still there, it must have stopped half way through typing. Let me see if I can edit and carry on. Sorry.

Visiting Palm Springs. Got fucked a bred last night by a nice guy whom I suspect lives a straight life on the regular. He was staying in Joshua Tree park and just came to CCBC for sex. Nice guy - very passionate and kissed me a lot. I was very dominant so I totally took a sub role and he fucked my mouth and then my ass and almost made love to me. It was very hot. Then he said do you want me to fuck you some more or can I shoot my load in you. I said I want your load. It was fucking awesome. Showered and went to sleep.

I do love men who just encourage me to use them hard....

Two loads back to back from two thick cock older guys. Both off BBRT. First guy was tall like 6’5” and THICK. He stretched me out good. Second guy was shorter and chubby (just how I like ‘em) with a nice thick cock. We had fucked once before. He was lubing me up knowing he’d be my second load and he said “for already having been fucked, you are still tight” and indeed I was. He stretched me out good like. Once I started calling him daddy and tell him to cum in my hole, he really started pounding me. I was definitely gaping on the way home.

One early afternoon at Steamworks I was in the dark room with the slurp ramp when they turned all the lights on to do some cleaning. Everyone made for the exits. I was almost out myself when in walked one of the sexiest blue-collar guys I've ever seen: stocky, muscled body from hard work, not the gym, slight pot belly; bushy moustache and three-day stubble; balding, medium-length hair, uncombed and damp from a recent shower; hairy all over. He seemed ill at ease and not used to bathhouses, and he certainly didn't know not to go into the dark area when the lights were on. I touched his chest and he stopped, not looking at me. I felt him through his towel and he was already half-hard. I knelt down in from of him, took his towel off and started sucking. His cock was just long and thick enough to deep throat with no discomfort. I knew I had only a few minutes before someone came in to clean, so I worked quickly, not taking the time to escalate his pleasure as I would normally do. He never looked at me, never made a sound except for quickening breathing. He came in about three minutes — a tasty load that took me about five gulps to drink. He let me nurse the last few drops out of his cock, then turned to leave the room, putting his towel back on, still not acknowledging me. Definitely one of the most unexpected quickies I ever had, and one of the most memorable. Still turns me on to think back on it.

Sometimes I just want load and don’t care how I get it. I was at the porno store on Saturday hanging in a booth hoping for a load or two. A couple of guys ducked into the booth and I sucked them both. First was a twenty-something college boy who came over from the bar next door. He was blond with blue eyes and a sweet lightly furred body. I sucked him for about 5 mins and he said he wasn’t going to cum and left. The next was your average bear. Nice. Loved to kiss. Stubby dick that I had a good time suckling. He didn’t cum either. Said he was too nervous. First time doing the porno store thing. I was so frustrated and checked my phone to see if there was a Grindr hook up close by. In the dim light of the phone I saw a nice sized puddle of jizz on the floor. I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and dipped my forefinger into it and lifted it back to my nose. I inhaled. Oh, that incredible scent of fresh cum. I licked the finger. So tasty. A little sweet. I quickly shed my jeans and scooped up as much cum as I could and applied it to my hole. I slid my finger around the edge of my anus. Then I scooped up more and pushed my finger into my ass. It slipped in so easily with the cum lubing up my fuck hole. More cum and then I shoved two fingers in and started finger fucking myself. I scraped up every last drop of the load off the floor and worked it deep into my ass. I made myself cum. I scooped up my own load from my belly and sucked it all down. So hot. I am such a dirty dirty man. Oink oink.

PART 3: Host removed his dick and went back to his room. I was flying, I was clenching the butt plug so fiercely. I was gyrating on the bed, horny for cock. My phone buzzed a few times as I heard someone enter the room. This must have been the guy Host had asked over. I could hear some breathing and clothing being removed, but not much else. Then silence. I waited for a few minutes, wondering what he was doing, when I felt a depression in the bed and a hard cock slap my ass. My phone vibrated. The guy inside me said, "You are getting messages eh? Go ahead, open them, let people come join." This was gonna be hot. He slapped his dick at my ass a few times as I lifted the blindfold up a touch so I could access my phone. I had a bunch of messages, a few from host, a few guys I had already messaged, and some new guys. One of the guys I had sent my location to was already on the street and waiting for me to confirm. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed and a little too high to really function, so I just opened the message from the guy on the street. "Hey, I am here. You there?" ... "Hey?" ... "Hey man, I just watched a guy walk into your house... are you hosting multiple?" "So horny here man, let's fuck". That was a minute ago. Clearly he seemed okay with the setup. Just as I was about to reply, the guy slapping his dick against my hole plunged in, somewhat dry, but my hole was loose and wet so it wasn't too bad. He went deep right away and leaned over my head. I groaned and whimpered, feeling the expanse of his raw cock filling me up. He must have been at least 7 inches and somewhat thick. It felt amazing. I dropped my phone in the process and he picked it up while his dick was lodged deep in me, unmoving. "You getting some messages eh slut, hot... oh someone else is here to fuck you now? Awesome. Im gonna snap a photo with my dick in your ass and send it to him". I just groaned. He replied, "Actually, let's take a video. Groan again slut... you want to get used by raw stranger cock?" I groaned again, and whimpered, "Yesssss..." He started pistoning in and out. "He is on his way up, get ready slut." I slipped my blindfold down again and just got on my hands in doggy and let hiim pound me. My face was hanging over the other edge of the bed slightly. The guy inside me was picking up a steady rhythm and it felt amazing. I was lost in the sensations and felt another body enter the room. I was soon filled with another cock in my mouth. The new guy was here and ready to fuck. The dick in my mouth was a nice thick cut dick. It was oozing right away and the precum tasted amazing. I started slathering it up right away, taking a few breaks while getting fucked to snort poppers. During this time the two men never said anything to each other, but I could here their grunts and moans which felt like a performance and I was the guest star. "Fuck man, Im gonna bust soon. Take it." The man inside picked up the pace and started pile driving me. Each thrust had the dick in my mouth jam the back of my throat. I was slipping from my position on the bed. It hurt, but in the best possible way. Just when I thought I was gonna lose my breath and struggle, he planted himself deep inside and busted. "Fuck yeh faggot, filling you up. ughhhhh." Just as he did I felt the cock in my mouth spasm, filling my mouth up with a huge load. I wanted it in my ass, so I was a bit disappointed, but also so incredibly horny that I just kept in my mouth, swirling it around his dick while the dick in my hole started going softer, eventually plopping out as the guy leaned back away from my ass. "Fuck that was hot, you cum too?" I heard the guy in my mouth go, "yeh." He pulled out of my mouth and walked away. The guy on my ass got off the bed. I figured I was going to have to get some more guys over. I swallowed the cum in my mouth and used my hands to look for and grab my phone. I could hear the sounds of someone getting dressed and foot steps walking away. Just as I booted up my phone again and slipped my blindfold up, I realized one guy was still here as he got on the bed and I felt a hard dick enter my hole. I was so surprised. The guy who came in my mouth was now fucking me? I looked at the messages in my phone and saw one from host. "Fuck man, you are really enjoying it. You should let me take over and line guys up." I fumbled with my phone but responded, okay, and just started forwarding him the profiles of guys who had messaged me. He can take over. The guy inside me started fucking me roughly. I put my phone down and sniffed some poppers and readjusted my blindfold. He was so silent, just heavy breathing and the sound of his body slapping mine at the waist and ass. He didn't last long. He bottomed out, groaned, more like a growl, and let loose. Filling me with another load. He pulled out and got dressed without saying anything and left. I was exposed, with a cummy hole pointed towards the door to the room. I heard the downstairs door open close, followed by the bathroom door opening and close. Host was in the room. "Fuck man. There are so many guys interested." He inserted the butt plug into my ass. "Damn, this is so hot. How are you doing?" I wanted more drugs, but felt like I couldn't move or get what I wanted without coming clean and telling the guy fucking me what was happening. I decided to try and lie. He seemed naive and foolish. I responded, "Hey, my ass is a bit sore. Can you dump some of my numbing powder into the lube, over there in my bag, mix it around, and put it on my hole?" I was worried he was going to figure it out, but he replied, "yeh man. hot." He really was naive. This was going to continue to be really interesting.

Yeah. Go to Atlanta and go anon ass up facedown at the Red Roof Inn. Was thinking today about going to Atlanta and Flex Bathhouse.

Can't believe it was so long ago, although sometimes I still stroke thinking about that dude. I've been back to that bathhouse a bunch of times since, and sorry to say, I never ran into him again. In any event, thanks for checking out the post and for the compliments.

I also discovered that the key was staying late at the bathhouse, when tops were ready to cum but also bottoms getting ready to go home but who hunt for a hole to shoot their load before going home. I would sleep in my room until 3-4 am and then open the door of my room and offer my hole. I also find that dirty-talk while being fucked helps a guy fucking me go over the edge. Instead of screaming like a woman I prefer to talk dirty and say things like "my hole feels so good with your cock" or "that hole is for your cum", or remind them to shoot inside by saying "go deep when you shoot your cum". Another strategy I use with guys at the sauna who fuck for a couple of minutes but don't want to shoot, is to open up my hole instead of tightening it so they guy can enjoy the fucking without shooting because the friction is not enough, but I occasionally tighten it for a few seconds and then release again. I know I'm doing a good job when the same guy comes back to fuck me again until I notice the guy is horny so then I tighten my hole a bit more and talk dirty until he shoots his load. I find that if I try to squeeze my hole when those guys who are saving their load fuck me, they don't come back because they don;'t wanna shoot yet. But with a loose hole many keep coming back because they know they can pound my hole without having to cum.

Great start. Can’t wait to hear about Halloween 😈

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

PART 8: Shawn had finished giving David (hot jock boy) his sponge bath, and we untied him. We were all naked and exhausted. David swung his legs off the bed and sat there slumped over looking at the ground.. "Shawn?" David said still focused on the floor. Shawn was caught off guard but responded, "Yes David?" "I'm sorry man. I've gotten away with the kind of shit I did to you in that alley my whole life, I'm fucked up man. I'm not right in the head, I've just fucking used people, often without their consent like I was entitled to take anything I wanted from anyone. I'm...I don't know why I'm even here." Shawn looked at Marcus, then at me with an inquisitive look like he didn't know what to say... "Look David, what you did to me and the way you made me feel was shitty, and my two buddies here Marcus and Nick, well, I don't think they ever had any intention of letting you get away with it. That's why you're here, it was payback." As Shawn spoke David shrank into himself more, he cradled his face in his hands now and we could barely understand him when he spoke, "I know that's why I'm "here," David paused, "but that's not what I meant. I mean, Why am I HERE? Like why the fuck is a piece of shit like me alive!?" I watched David become even smaller as he sobbed uncontrollably into his hands, his back was shaking up and down as he wailed, this kid was letting a lifetime of self hatred out in front of us. Strangers, save for Shawn. Marcus, Shawn and I exchanged glances at each other with wide eyes, and looks of ...pity on our faces. Shawn made a move towards David, but Marcus grabbed his arm and sat down beside David on the bed wrapping his strong muscular arms around David, who immediately fell into Marcus, letting Marcus envelope him as he tried to get his sobbing under control. I've seen people fall apart before at funerals and in the hospital, but I've never seen this. This guy, this hot gorgeous jock, was completely and utterly broken. I think we all were in a state of disbelief. Marcus stroked David's back and coaxed him into laying back down while David folded into Marcus' lean beautiful frame. He motioned for us to join them. I crawled up behind Marcus and Shawn surprising went toward David to become his little spoon. David tried to push Shawn away saying, "Don't man. I can't touch you. I don't deserve to touch you." Shawn retorted, "I know you don't deserve my smokin hot body David, but I wanna be hugged too, so get over it." David reluctantly slid his big biceps around Shawn's leaner tone body and squeezed him tight, like he was a single life jacket in the middle of an ocean. David began to breath normally and the air in the room finally gave Marcus a chance to speak. "Look man, I think you know why you did what you did to Shawn, you wanted him, but to force him into sex with you, but you actually wanted him, and it scared the hell outta you." David was silent. Shawn rolled over a bit to face David more, and asked, "Is that true? You LIKED ME this whole fucking time?!" David began to shed a few soft tears and responded, "Yes. I liked you so much it frightened me to my bones. You're all I thought about half of every day, the only way I could get you out of my head was to workout and get drunk enough to forget...that I was gay for you. That I was just gay all around and I hated that YOU made me feel that way. I didn't want to be some faggot that my family and friends would disown. To upend everything everyone thought they knew about me." Shawn hauled off and slapped the shit out of David and said, "SNAP OUT OF IT!" Marcus and I busted out laughing but David looked stunned. "What? What's funny about THIS?!" Shawn coolly replied while stroking David's cheek, "it's from the movie Moonstruck, Cher won an Oscar for it. And now that you're accepting that you're gay, you are required to know everything Cher has done, said or sang." David dishearteningly said, "I don't think I can, I can't be myself." "Bullshit!" Shawn replied, "You've spent you're whole life being someone you aren't, and now that you're far away from your family and in college, you can be exactly who you really are. And since you like me, like reallllly like me like me, like me, I'll be here to help you find who you really are." Shawn leaned in and placed his lips on David's, just his lips touching David's lips and left them there. Shawn spoke against David's mouth, "This is the part where the big strong jock grabs my face and kisses me passionately." And he did, boy did he ever. David's kiss to Shawn...wow, I'm not going to lie, I got hard as steel watching it. I know I shouldn't have switched to full-on fuck-mode in this moment but holy shit, this scene was HOT. Marcus immediately felt my erection poking his ass cheeks and grabbed my hand to place on his cock. Hard as a rock and big a horse, I began sliding his foreskin up and down his monster shaft, then for shits and giggles I pushed Marcus' donkey dick straight in between David's massive ass cheeks to rest right on his hole. He responded by pushing back onto Marcus' cock, actually letting him penetrate his jock pussy. It was still wet from all the cum I loaded David's ass with, and Marcus began to sink into David. Shawn caught onto what was going on, and broke the heated kissing to say, "Oh I don't think so, I'm not going to be the only one without a cock in my ass." As he turned back around and hacked some spit onto David's dick and slammed his pink target down onto that cock balls deep in one swift motion and let out the most satisfying moan, "fuck your boy David, fuck me hard." Marcus stopped for a second realizing what was happening, and said, "David, you know I'm POZ and not on meds right now. I think maybe Nick should fuck you instead." David replied, "No, I want you, I've never seen a dick that big and beautiful and if I'm going to accept being a homo, then I'm going to take that fat fuck machine in my ass. I want it, bad man. I've wanted this all so bad. I've got tomorrow to think about PeP if I want to, but right now, I want to fuck everyone in this room and get fucked by my dream cock. And don't spare the loads Marcus, plant them deep inside me." Author's note: Sorry I leave little notes here so often. And also sorry it's taken so long to continue this story. I thought it was over, but apparently not. I know this chapter is something quite different than the overall thread, but "bare" with me, I'll make this hot soon.

I have read a lot of awesome stories in here and in a weak moment I got that great idea to try myself, the ideas and fantasy are all flying wild around in my head, but putting down in writing is nothing I have done before and debated on and off if I actually post this story. However, as a quote says “nothing ventured, nothing gained” Feedback is welcome but please have in mind it is my first attempt, English is not my birth langue so spelling, and grammar mistake will occur. Hope you will enjoy the story. Things I did to get a star. I was born and raised in a small rural town everybody knew each other so secrets was hard to keep especially one like mine, my father and mother was very religious and for some it could look they were radicals so telling them there only son was gay was never an option I was already one big failure. My father had been the local football star and had gotten big offers from the big league but getting caught taking a small cut with use of steroids made that dream come to an early end. My mother had her goal set on becoming a top model, she had the looks to make it, but an intense love affair and a broken condom resulted in that dream to came crashing down because nine month after the affair I was born. My father and mother both nineteen and both their dreams crashed and looked down on from the rest of the community for their unholy union and bastard child, made them take the only road they could think of and got married even though they did not love each other and had anything in common except the bitterness of failed dreams in common. When I was born my grandparents died and left everything to my father and his brother the family’s black sheep, it was first until I was eight I learned the reason to why we were not I contact with him. He was gay and the family had disowned him and only because my grandmother had put her foot down my grandfather had given him a small farmhouse with six acers of farmland and forest the rest of the estate and money went to my father. But were my father only had his goal set on becoming the football star of all time, my uncle had done good in school and university so with the small amount he got he quickly got a good business going and started to expand, were my father that did not have the educations hurry wasted most of the money on bad decisions made from bad advice from friends that did not know anything on how to run a big manor and the farmland properly, so when I was six we had to move out and in a small house in the outskirt of the local small town just to add further to my parents humiliations and remind them of their failed dreams. Me the big failure or dream destroyer as my mom would call me when she was in a really bad mood was only 5.3 feet tall, 103 pounds or skinny, pale skin and in winter almost white the sun could never give me any colour other than lobster red, my voice was high pitchy and my hair was a big mop of dirty blond hair that seemed to have its own will, total opposite then my father that was 6.2 feet tall and 265 pounds of pure muscle and a deep masculine voice. My parents never hit me or abused me but never really cared or showed any sign of love and affection towards me, my father tried but gave up because I never succeed in any of the things he tried make me do like sports, hunting fishing or other things like a real man would love, so instead of trying he stopped and just left me to live my life alone as long I was not getting in his way or asked questions like why the neighbor wife always came over when mom went to church and always left red and flustered after one hours screaming and panting in my parents’ bedroom. Until I was ten they discovered my talent for cocking they pretty much left me alone and didn’t bother to pay attention to how my daily life was, not that I could tell anything exiting except how I was bullied or got beaten in school breaks even the teacher would sometimes join in on the name calling, but one day my father found some leftover I had put in the fridge and suddenly it was my responsibility to have the dinner ready and my father’s work lunch ready on weekends or holidays breakfast to, it ended with I had to make lunch boxes to my father’s colleagues or to some of their church gatherings. That little recognition it gave me was better than nothing so I gave it my best, tried to learn more read and watch everything that had anything to do with food so at the age of eighteen I got chosen to be a cocking apprentice on one of the restaurants in the big neighbor city, my father and mother was happy, but I think it was more for the prospect of me bringing some money for them to use. But I didn’t care I was over the moon with happiness, because it was not only the best restaurant in the area, but one of the best in the country but also recognized in the world and every apprentice that graduated from the restaurant could chose were he/ she would work, the recognition was not only do to the tree stars it had but also for the owner, he had won almost every medal worth winning. My big secret dream was that I one day would own my own restaurant and get one or two stars myself and show everybody and especially my parents that I was not a failure, so to get a place at the place meant everything and I was happy and for once felt that life was good and dared to believed that I was more than the failure everyone said. From day one, the staff made me feel welcome, helped me settle in, except the senior apprentice Alex, whatever I said or did Alex never said anything except some rude comments about my failure family and me, but even his hurt full comment could ruin my happiness or stop me from using him as jerk off material because with his 6 feet tall and 186 pounds muscle, blond hair and deep blue eyes he was pure sex good in my opinion. Alex was six years older than me and from the same small town I was from, but were I was the skinny failure he had been the star, good at any sport the school and bought home trophy after trophy, he had joined the military but went home after one year because his girlfriend’s mom had fallen ill and then had started as cocking apprentice and now only had four month and then was a real chef. The first tree month was a trail period and the owner could fire one with days’ notice but after the tree month you were signed a contract so you were secure the rest of your education witch would take four years to complete, so I gave everything I had to show that my boss had made the right choice to pick me and not one of the other thirty that had applied for the same position. The boss and owner was 6.3 feet tall and looked like a bear with all the body hair, he was friendly and always toke the time to tell share his knowledge to ever body even the waiters was joining in the kitchen whenever there was an opportunity, it was a Sunday afternoon that my journey to become the person I am today started. Normally the restaurant were closed on Sundays but this Sunday my boss had accepted to open so the prime minister could celebrate her first newborn, everything went after planed and we were ready to go home and enjoy the rest of the Sunday before we had to start on a busy week the next day. It was also the last day in my trail period and my colleagues have made fun and jokes all day about I should hurry home before the boss could change his mind and fire me even Alex made some comments about run before it’s to late or I would regret for not running, had I known what I know now I would have run like hell was after me, but I was naïve and blinded by my dream to become the owner of my own restaurant with one or two stars or maybe tree. Just as I was to leave the boss came and asked me to stay behind because there seemed to be a problem with my contract and he would like to fix it so there was no problem I the future, worried I quickly accepted and said bye to the others. When we were alone the boss suggested, we went up to his privet apartment and get things settled. When we got up in the apartment he said take a seat and relax, gave me a glass of vine, I never drank but because of the nerves I accepted and quickly emptied the glass but he quickly refilled it repeatedly, I told him I was not used to drink and he laughed and told me then it was time I learned to live and be a real grown up so I kept drinking even I was feeling the effect. He then asked me if I was aver of what it meant to be an apprentice at his restaurant and how many doors it would open? I honestly said yes I knew and was happy that he had given me the opportunity, what he then said chocked me. He said that he was not sure he made the right choice with me because he had a feeling I was not totally up to the challenge it would be and put the effort in to show him that I was grateful and not let him down, I started crying and told him he had made the right choice and I would do anything to show him I was grateful and would never let him down if he just gave me a chance. He then said he had to think it through but I had done a good job in make him believe me, he then said we should get some rest so we were ready for next morning and since I had alcohol he offered I could sleep in the spare room, afraid to anger him more I quickly accepted and we went to bed tired from a hard work day and emotionally rollercoaster ride I soon found sleep. I woke up to the dream of a snake sliding up along the crack in my ass and leaving a trail of moist, suddenly I became aware it was not a dream and the heavy breathing was not the wind blowing but my bosses heavy breathing and the snake was his dick he was grinding up my ass, I tried to get up but he held me tight and whispered for me to stay and be quiet and enjoy like any good faggot. I told him I didn’t want it and I was a virgin and was waiting for the right guy to take my virginity, he laughed and it felt like his dick got even harder and bigger, when I again tried to get up he got angry said I had a really strange way to show him how grateful I was and even questioned what I had said two hours earlier in fact was true and I just was using him. Therefore, he literally kicked me out of the bed and told me to get the hell out and never come back, in total chock I started crying and begged him not to kick me out and said I had meant and still meant every word, he then asked me to show it, come back to bed and start showing gratitude and be thank full towards him. Shaking with fear I crawled back to bed, he then cuddled me and told me how sweet I was and he just wanted what was best for me, he told me why I acutely should be grateful that he would take my cherry and it would not be some random guy that I had to pay because I must know I was not good looking, in some level I knew it was fucked up and I should get the hell out, but what he told me was only what everyone had told me my entire life so I stayed and acutely thanked him for his kindness. He then started to feel up my body pinching my nipples and every time I cried out when he was to rough his breathing got more ragged and his dick made more of the slimy stuff in my crack. He asked if I had played with my ass before and I told him now which only seems to make him happier. He told me that the first time would hurt and it was better just to go all in and enjoy it then go slow and drag the pain, I said I was afraid and didn’t not like pain, to which he laughed and said I did not look that way, and to my surprise my tiny dick or weeny was rock hard and made the slimy stuff big time. He started to grind his dick up against my hole again and it acutely felt nice, he the toke a brow bottle and placed it under my nose and told me it was ok, and take deep breaths, when I did my head started spinning and a warm feeling spread through my body, he kept urging me to take more and bigger breath, when he suddenly said hold it, I was literally flying from the poppers when suddenly the good feeling was replaced with intense pain. At first I did not register were it came from but quickly I became aware it was from my ass and he was pushing what felt like a baseball bat up my ass, I struggled to get free and screamed out and begged him to stop but he just laughed and told me to shut up or he would have to gag me and I had willingly chosen to crawled back in bed and kept pressing more of his dick in my ass until he told me how good a boy I was and I had taken his whole dick, the entire time I silent cried and hope it soon would be over. He told me to take more poppers and how wonderful my hole was feeling and how much pleasure I was giving him and in time I would feel it to, the pain returned when he started to pull out and push back in, he kept the slow pace a bit and it started to feel ok, he even changed position so I was on my back and my legs on his shoulder but kept the slow and gentle pace smiling down at me. I started to make soft moans and not just grunts when he pushed the dick in my ass though the pain still was there it was now mixed with pleasure I never experienced before, I became aware of the musky smell and his hairy body wet dripping with sweat which strangely was intoxicating and big turn on, suddenly it felt like some warm liquid was pumping in my ass, the feeling was too much and I lost control and came all over my stomach but suddenly he stopped. When I asked if something was wrong, he brought his face close to mine and smiled down at me “like someone had control I stuck my tongue out and licked the sweat from his chin”, he then asked if I enjoy having his dick in my ass, still shy a gave a little nod, but he said if I wanted him to keep fucking my ass I had to beg for him to give me a good fucking like a real man because he would never use force and use me against my will, so I started to beg him to fuck me like a real man. He ordered me to take deep hit of poppers and hold my breath until he started to fuck my ass, he planted a kiss on my nose and I dreamily smiled up at him but the smile he returned was one that sent chills down my spine, and then he slammed his entire dick back in my hole. I screamed like crazy, tried to get up, and away from him and the burning pain, but my little physic was not match to his, and the more I tried to get free the more force he used to fuck my ass. I kept pleading him to stop or be more gentle but he just laughed and twisted my nipple so hard I was afraid he would tear it off, he asked me why stop when it looked like I loved it since my tiny dick was rock hard and leaking all over my stomach so instead of screaming for him to stop I should beg him to keep fucking and use my body. In my confused mind still affected by the alcohol, poppers, pain in my ass and nipples, his manipulating words and the fact my dick was hard I heard myself start beg him to keep fucking and use my ass even twist my nipples harder. Don’t know how long he kept fucking me, but suddenly his trusting became ragged and he said he was about to nut in my ass and told me to beg for his cum, I totally freaked because I realized he was fucking me without condom, but before I could say anything he slammed his dick in my ass and that feeling of warm flued pumping in ass returned just this time more intense and again I came all over my stomach. After the climax he collapsed and sat back on his heels with his dick still lodged in my hole until his dick softened and flopped out with a pop, he told me how great it had been and tight my hole was and even commented on how sexy the hole looked all swollen up, red and smeared in pink cum, he then got up and went in to his own bed to sleep. Left I lay on my bag in a state of chock, confusion and all thoughts running in my head about how wrong this was and the fear about having unsafe sex, but yet still feeling guilty for have enjoyed it because I had cum not one but two times, at that time I did not know that if once prostate was stimulated long enough it could give one an unwilling orgasm. I must have fallen asleep because next thing I remember is waking up by having my boss yet aging slamming his dick up my ass and fucked me hard before he told me quickly to clean up and get down in the kitchen and start work before the staff came in and get suspicious, because it was to be a secret that he would help me in the future he told me. When the others came the commented on I was up and early and I just told them I have had trouble sleeping, and when the commented on my awarded walk I just said I had fallen down the stairs and landed on my butt so was a bit sore both things was not totally lies. It was only Alex that did not commented but strangely just seem sad. My boss acted like nothing had happened and things quickly went back to normal and after a week my ass stopped hurting and I started to believe it was only a onetime thing and the rest of my education would go just fine, how naïve and wrong that was would be a lesson I soon would learn.