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Part 1 – The Urinal The boy moaned as I shoved my full 10 inches into his ass in one go, my pubes briefly mingling with the sparse hairs around his hole before I completely pulled out and violated his pussy again and again, quickly building up a brutal pace. I could tell he was in fag heaven: completely tweaked out, on all fours, with a hung aggressive brute beating up his cunt and choking him with big, muscular arms. “You like that, don’t you baby?” “Yes daddy!” “You like being my little bitch, don’t you?” “Y-yes daddy!” “Daddy’s going to use you however he wants, isn’t that right?” “Yes daddy, whatever you want.” I didn’t need to wait for his responses to know what he was going to say. I’ve seen the kid around in bars and clubs recently, his lean body, captivating smile, and early 20s charm ensuring he never went home alone. I’d often see him entering a bathroom with a guy or two, exiting some time later with his hair completely disheveled and eyes unable to focus. The whore was obviously trading his hole for drugs. “Daddy’s gonna pimp you out to his friends. You want that, don’t you? Daddy’s gonna feed you drugs and cum nonstop. Daddy’s gonna fuck you up. Fuck you up real bad.” He didn’t seem to believe me. Or at least he didn’t understand what I meant, despite the hard slaps to the face that left his poppers-addled head ringing. Despite the red imprint my hands left on his neck trying to get a tighter fit in his throat while I fucked it raw. All his whore mind cared about was the cock that just started seeding his pathetic cunt and the drugs pumping through his system. He didn’t really understand that I would wreck his worthless hole beyond recognition, that I would break both his body and his mind. “Yes daddy,” he said. “Please fuck me up! Please make me your whore!” The whore must be new in town. How else could I explain the complete trust he had in me when I guided his naked teenage body through that seedy sex club by a leash several hours later? Had he actually been from around here, he might have known to avoid me, just like the other boys learned to do the hard way. Excited at first to go home with a hung, muscular, bearded hunk, they soon learn they’re getting more than they bargained for. None of them left my place without bruises. One faggot I even sent home with a concussion, beating his face mercilessly when he tried to pull his mouth off my dick, my shaft blocking any access to oxygen. The word soon spread, and it became difficult to lure a hole back to my place for any form of release. No matter. I would tell them to wait for me in the alley with their asses out, or else. Most complied, excited by the thought of being nothing but a hole for a rough fucker to use. Only one entitled little black twink dared to tell me to fuck off before turning around and rejoining his group of friends. At that moment, I was faced with a choice: let it go, and see my authority and control over these pathetic cunts diminish, or teach him – and everyone else by extension – that saying no was simply not an option. I watched him the next several times I went out, patiently waiting for a moment to teach the bitch a lesson. On a snowy night a week later, I cornered him in a dark alley near the bar with two other fuckers who wanted in on the action. A flash of recognition spread across his face as he saw me, and he quickly turned to run. My friends grabbed him and held his arms behind his back, bringing him back to face me. “You’ll pay for what you said the other night, cunt. Nobody disrespects me like that.” “I’m sorry man! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! Please! I won’t do it again!” “It’s too late for that, you little piece of shit.” “Please” he said as he started struggling against the men holding him. Normally, I would find his attempts to resist cute – an adorable attempt to prevent the inevitable. Tonight, it was just another insult. A punch to the guts and kick to the balls later, the bitch was on the ground, writhing in pain as we ripped his clothes off him and flipped him onto his stomach. I spat on my dick, lined it up with his hole and started pushing in, my friends slapping the bitch with every “no” and “please” that came from his mouth. “There’s no way to stop this, bitch. You brought this on yourself.” A brutal fuck ensued, with the three of us dumping multiple loads into the abused cunt. Soon he just stopped resisting, and lay there limp – except for the occasional shiver – waiting for it to pass. After I dumped my final load into him, I quietly whispered into his ear: “You got off lucky tonight cunt. Disrespect me like that again, and something much worse will be waiting for you.” Shaking from the cold, sobbing, and destroyed, he barely managed a slight nod through the tears. For good measure, the three of us pissed on him and took his clothes with us, leaving him wet and naked on that freezing winter night. “Good luck getting home with no money, bitch.” I saw him again at the club a few days later. Try as he might to avoid my gaze, our eyes met for a brief second. I motioned to the exit, got up, and walked out of the club into the back alley. He came out just a few seconds later, pulled his pants down, and stuck his ass out without a word. Nobody dared refuse me after that. Luckily for my whore tonight, it had never come to that. He smiled sheepishly as the men in the sex club started inspecting his body, and it didn’t take long before one of them had his cock buried in the boy’s guts, quickly pumping out a load before being replaced by another. The slut seemed to be enjoying himself, smiling at the attention and moaning as each new dick bathed his insides in cum. After the fifth load, I decided he had had enough fun. I had other plans for him “With me, boy!” I said, as I tugged on his leash. Picking up my bag, I led him to the toilets, a large room with a raised urinal trough and stalls lining the walls, the floor wet with piss. “Put these on,” I barked at the whore as I threw him a set of wrist and ankle cuffs. He quickly obliged. “Kneel!” I said, and so he did, kneeling on all fours in front of the urinal. I attached his ankles and wrists to the chain clasps bolted into the concrete floor. I pulled out a mask with two tubes sticking out of it from my bag, and covered his head, careful to put the fatter end of one of the tubes into his mouth, stifling his confused objections. I then unscrewed the drainpipe leading out of the urinal, replacing it with the other end of the tube. The second tube was shorter, and just hung from the mask. I took a step back to admire my handiwork. My whore looked perfect. The tube connecting his mouth to the drain was already being filled with piss from the urinal, while his unfocused eyes, normally visible through the glass visor, were quickly obscured by the cigarette, weed, and meth smoke mercilessly blown in by strangers through the other tube, robbing the bitch of any fresh air. It didn’t take long for the first anonymous dick to find its way up the whore’s cunt. To say the bitch was fed only piss for the next several hours would be an understatement. It became a running joke to “do a line with the bathroom bitch”. Men would walk in, prepare lines for themselves and their friends to snort, and dump the last line into the urinal as part of the whore’s urine cocktail. Meth, coke, ketamine, MDMA… it was difficult to keep track of the chemicals that disappeared down the whore tube. Some of the men would ash their cigarettes and spit loogies into the trough, while others would bend over and push several loads out their asses for the slut to eat. Every once in a while, a stray pube found its way down the drain. The bitch was probably too high to even register what was going on at this point. Even if his body tried to get rid of the chemicals the normal way – vomiting – it would just be pushed back into the tube and he’d have to drink it up again. I could imagine the boy was in considerable pain: his sore, puffy, tender cunt, was constantly leaking cum and reduced to an unrecognizable mess by the relentless assault of dick after dick. His knees and palms were covered in cuts and bruises from the friction against the concrete floor. The pool of piss, dirt, and sweat around him must have been stinging those open wounds. Not that he could voice any complaints. The tube in his mouth widened into a ball at its end, completely gagging the bitch and reducing all screams into muffled grunts, moans and coughs gargled out of the urinal drain. When I finally felt the boy had had enough piss, I took the mask off his face and pulled the tube from his mouth, replacing it with a mouth spreader. Grabbing a fistful of his hair with one hand, I put my fully hard dick into his mouth and started sliding it in, pushing past the entrance of his throat until I was completely buried inside him. I went down on my knees and - not wanting to kneel on the uncomfortable floor - rested them on the whore’s knuckles. The whore’s screams were muffled by the 10 inches lodged in his throat, protesting as I painfully crushed his hands into the concrete floor below. With my other hand, I plugged his nose, waiting for the pain in his eyes to be replaced by panic from the lack of oxygen. I didn’t have to wait long - soon his eyes were darting left and right as he frantically tried to pull himself off my dick. I held on just a bit longer: waiting until he was just seconds away from passing out. Waiting for him to truly start fearing for his pathetic life. That’s when I started mercilessly facefucking the bitch. Letting go of his nose and holding his head in place with both hands, I quickly built up a rough pace, my knees grinding his already cut up palms into the filthy ground. The bitch only had a fraction of a second to gasp at the oxygen he desperately needed before my shaft plugged his throat again and again. Within seconds he started puking. Strangers’ piss gushed out of his mouth and nostrils in spurts, coating my dick with piss, throat slime, and the pubes that found their way down his whore throat. I slowed down for just a second, pulling his head back in until his nose was buried in my pubes, and forcing him to breathe in the stench of his stomach contents. He puked again directly into my crotch, and accidentally inhaled the urine. He started coughing, and my dick twitched at the thought of his lungs drowning in the chem piss that was in his stomach just a moment before. I resumed my brutal fuck, watching as the fountain of piss escaping his mouth grew smaller and smaller until he was retching nothing but air. Then I slammed my dick into him one last time, grinding his face into my pubes as I deposited a load straight down his gullet. Slowly, I pulled out. The hoarse breathing and coughing coming from the bitch told me his throat had been fucked raw. His bloodshot eyes drooped shut as tears and snot mixed with the drool hanging off his chin. I got up off the whore’s hands, lifting his face to mine so I could breathe in the piss-coated haze wafting from his mouth with every exhale. But I wasn’t finished yet. Motioning to another guy beside me to hold his head up by his hair, I pulled his eyelids open and let loose a torrent of piss straight into eyes, eliciting another raspy scream as he tried in vain to escape. As the torrent slowed to a stream, and then a trickle, I looked to his ass, realizing that I had been completely ignoring his other hole since we were back at my place. Yet another stranger was adding his load to the who-knows how many were already inside. I removed the mouth spreader and heard the whore breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that I must be done for now, but my dick twitched yet again at the thought of tearing his worthless cunt to pieces. I was far from done.

Chapter 6 There were about six booths in total, all with doors ajar expect one. I didn't know if the sex sounds were guys in the booth or from the porn playing. A tall handsome 30 something guy was leaning against a wall scrolling through his phone. Looking up he caught my eye and motioned for me to move closer. He opened his jeans showing me his beautiful big seven inch hardon with the most awesome upward curve. He pointed to an open booth with his eyes and we were inside before I could think. His pants were around his knees and I was kneeling on the floor with his cock in my mouth. I worked it for a while and his balls were pulling up nice and tight when he lifted me up and told me he wanted to fuck me. Once again, without thinking, I turned around, bent over, and his raw cock was pushing into me with only spit for lube. The danger of the situation only dawned on me when he bottomed out. My mind raced; 'Fuck! Yet another stranger fucking me bareback. And I didn't asked him a thing. This has to stop.' But his cock felt so good hitting my prostate I found I couldn't open my mouth or pull away. After a moment or two he pulled away and started to pull up his pants. I asked why he was leaving. "I just bred your ass man. Thanks " I checked with my finger and sure enough my hole was sloppy. When I was back in my clothes and leaving the booth two men in their 50's came into the booth area. The tallest of them pushed me back inside. He reached into the back of my jeans and finding my hole wet spun me around, dropped my pants and started fucking me with his small cock. Within seven pumps he was loading my guts. He left and without a word his friend stepped in and picked up where he had left off, accept this guy had a medium thick eleven inch man meat. My mind kept screaming 'get the fuck out of here, another stranger's in in you raw, what the fuck is the matter with you?" But my ass just kept pushing back and welcoming his pistonning action. He lasted about ten minutes before I could hear his soft moans. From the twitching I knew I was getting filled by yet another stranger. As I was proceeding to leave the store the young guy behind the counter winked and asked if I'd had a good time. "The wet spot at the ass of your shorts makes me think you did." I blushed back at him and noticed just how sexy he was. Rough looking, scruffy beard, slim sinewy shoulders exposed by a wife beater t. Lots of tattoos on his arms and shoulders. "There's usually a lull at this time of day. Why don't you come back here and help me pass the time." "No, I really should get going, but thanks." "Awe, I get it, such a good boy" he teased. That's when my brain flipped and I remembered my pact with myself. "Fuck it" I said, "sure." His pants were already off when I got behind the counter. I fumbled to get out of mine as his average seven inch cock slid deep down my throat. I froze when I heard the front door bell announce new arrivals. His hands just kept working my head so I silently kept sucking as he also proceeded to serve the two customers. They immediately headed for the back room booths. I took a closer look at the tattoo on the clerk's left thigh ... a scorpion poised to sting! I came out of my shocked daze and realized he was talking to me, "I'm ready to fuck you now, bend over this stool." And I did! His raw cock had no trouble entering my well lubricated hole and my brain was screaming, 'AGAIN?!'

Hi guys, this is the first time I’ve ever posted something like this online. It’s a short story about the first time I fucked, which also happened to be how I discovered raw sex. Like I said, its my first (true) story online and I hope you guys enjoy it 🙂 ______ An ex of mine used to say that the way you first experienced sex (raw or protected) would determine the way you fuck the rest of your life. I don’t think it’s a hard-and-fast rule, but I know it definitely applies to me. I had just started at university and discovered the joys on internet chat. Soon I was spending most afternoons at the university’s computer lab chatting to guys online. On the surface I was just trying to come to terms with being gay. But let’s face it, when you’re 18 all you want to do is fuck. So I found myself one afternoon in the computer lab chatting to random guys. I started chatting to one guy and as luck would have it, he lived near the university. After some general chit chat we turned to the subject of sex. Bear in mind I hadn’t seen a photo of this guy but I was keen as hell. I mentioned to him that I was a virgin but that I was meeting up with someone else from the Internet soon and didn’t want to be a complete novice. He told me he would be more than happy to show me the ropes. Luckily, he was working in IT and had a pretty flexible schedule so he could take some time off in the afternoon. We agreed to meet at a petrol station nearby in 15 minutes. I walked (really, really briskly) to my car, hopped in and was at the petrol station way sooner than the 15 minutes. I was nervous as hell but the guy eventually arrived. We sized each other up and I was soon following him to the apartment where he was staying. When we got the apartment we both stripped off really quickly. He had an amazing cock … thick and about 7 inches long. We started sucking each other off in a 69 on a bare mattress in the living room and I quickly asked him to fuck me. Naturally, I asked if he had a condom. He replied that he didn’t. I quickly made a decision and asked him to fuck me without a condom but not to cum in me. He then mentioned that he didn’t have any lube but by this time I was horny as fuck. Again, I decided to just go with the moment and told him to fuck me anyway. So he applied a bit of spit to his cock, pushed me chest down onto the mattress, pulled my cheeks apart and just shoved his cock into my waiting hole. It was one of the most painful things I had ever experienced, but it quickly turned to ecstasy as he took his cock out, applied more spit and continued to fuck me. Admittedly it took him quite a few thrusts before he got all the way inside me, but eventually there I was, 18 years old taking my first cock balls deep and bareback. The sex was intense. I remember reaching around, grabbing his arse and pulling him deeper into me. Without any warning except a low grunt, he unloaded into my hole. He pulled out and we proceeded to kiss. I was nervous as hell that he had just unloaded in me but told me I had nothing to worry about. He was kind enough to tell me I was a good kisser. He told me to get dressed and basically pushed me out the door. Wham. Bam. I never met up with him again or saw him online again. But a year later I was meeting up with a friend who had just moved into a new apartment. I went to visit and bizarrely it was the same flat I had got fucked in. The matrass on the floor was of course gone, but I could still see it there in mind. I smiled thinking about what had gone down that afternoon a year before … One of the results from that random fuck was that I discovered the joys of bareback sex. I’ve never used a condom in my life after that first fuck and I’ve been chasing (on and off) ever since.

I went out last night and bar hopped. I was tipsy and on my way home. It was 5:00 am on the 1 train and there was just me, a homeless guy asleep and this really hot guy looking at his phone. After a couple stops he looked up. We made eye contact and I smiled (through my mask). He didn't break eye contact... Then he grabbed his crotch and I raised my eye brows and smiled again. He got up walked over to me and undid his pants and pulled out a thick 7 inch beautiful cock... I did what a good cumdump does and started sucking him off. It was hot as hell. I took his cock as deep down my throat as I could. Just as we pulled into the station he shot his hot load down my throat. Zipped up and walked out the subway car. It was a true fantasy cum true!!!

As a kid, I always liked getting sick. It meant I could stay home from school, and the symptoms gave me a masochistic pleasure. I loved colds, I loved allergies, I loved sinus infections. Eventually I graduated to pneumonia, bronchitis, even the flu. Most curious of all, however, is that I would purposely spread this perpetual disease of mine, in meanspirited pranks and typical childhood mischief. I would spit into my friends’ food when they weren’t looking, and watch in sadistic joy as they degenerated into sharing my symptoms. I didn’t grow out of this phase either. As I came of age, I discovered the apex predator of the germ kingdom. AIDS. Incurable. Untreatable. Unsurvivable. While most adolescents rush to lose their virginity as soon as possible, I rushed to get pozzed. When I was 17, I attended a party at a local fraternity. In a grueling marathon of gay sex fueled by weed and liquor, my ass had accrued seventeen different sperm samples. By the end of the night, a cocktail of different HIV strains was stewing in my bowels. A handsome Latino twunk named Adam pumped me full of his seed ten times over. A broad-shouldered man with a chest full of hair named Sergei made me swallow eight mouthfuls. A crowd of pretty Asian boys and cute black hunks encircled me and jerked themselves until I was bukkaked. I wallowed around in their infected cum like a pig in mud. I could feel poisonous seed coursing through my veins. I could feel its potency rotting my immune system with such incredible, arousing power. It was the truest ecstasy. The first thing I did afterwards was go get tested, to confirm what I already knew. When the nurse handed me my positive results, I celebrated that sheet of paper like it was my college diploma. Speaking of which, at around the same time, I got an internship at the busiest hospital in my hometown of Springville, where I processed lab results. I worked in the very same lab where I received my diagnosis, as a matter of fact. Anyways, I wanted my newly infected bug to worsen. In fact, I wanted to be the vector of the gnarliest, nastiest, most potent bug ever. So I refused treatment, you ask? No. I took my prescription of darunavir just like the doctor ordered until the symptoms nearly vanished. Then I stopped medicating until my fever grew back full force. Then I resumed treatment until my bug once again teetered on the brink of death. Rinse and repeat indefinitely. The result was a viral mutation; a superbug that had developed an immunity to all possible treatment. I was essentially a mad scientist, having genetically engineered a deadly bioweapon using myself as the guinea pig. Now that my body was the vessel of an impending natural disaster, what was left to do? Spread it, of course. Every night after my shift at the lab, I went to the local gay bar and fucked every single man that would have me. Some were easy as pie, fetishizing barebacking or even being fellow bug chasers themselves. But most demanded I wear protection, so I went around with a wallet full of a dozen condoms that I had to restock every night. Did I mention that I cut the tip off of each condom the night prior? Yes, there was not a single man who could escape the bite of my venomous cum. I stealthily planted my seed deep in their assholes where they would never find it until it was too late. The sluttier victims would openly bathe in the corrosive acid that bled from my tip, swallowing every drop after fellatio or wallowing around in a puddle of the stuff. Knowing how ruinous and radioactive my cum was, I’m surprised it didn’t melt their flesh on the spot. They would almost always remark on its bitter taste of decay; an eerie hint that they had just been fatally poisoned. And remember; I work at the local blood test lab. Whenever someone came in concerned they had HIV, I would be the one to handle their paperwork. I would analyze their blood, they would of course test positive, but I would forge a false negative printout sheet and hand it to them. There’s nothing I cherish more than seeing their sigh of relief when they read that terrible, terrible lie. And so they would be sent back into the world, unknowingly spreading their disease further and further. And even if they did know, it wouldn’t matter. I didn’t contaminate their immune system with a normal STD; I impregnated them with an invincible tool of bioterrorism. I singlehandedly fostered an entire generation of either untreated or untreatable HIV, and finally after eight years of patiently waiting, the rotten fruit of my labors have been made manifest. The irreversible change seemed to happen almost overnight. Once upon a time, Springville seemed to be the poster child for sexual hygiene. Now, it looks like town straight out of a zombie apocalypse movie. Men shamble the streets, deathly ill beyond treatment. Everyone is stricken with nigh-fatal fevers, their brains painfully boiling in meningitis. Pneumonia and tuberculosis slay the population like the Black Plague. I have unleashed an AIDS epidemic upon Springville. It is now a quarantined dystopia, a breeding ground of disease. A decade ago, the death rate here was 573. Now? 986 and growing. It’s the deadliest city in America, making even Detroit seem like a paradise. I write this remorseless confession on my deathbed. My AIDS-linked meningitis is terminal. I tried to seek treatment, to savor the sickness for as long as possible, but every last hospital and medical clinic within a hundred miles is overcapacity. I die with a smile on my face, knowing my horrible fate is shared with thousands others, and it’s all my doing.

Some of these replies are fucking nauseating. This is the HIV/AIDS & Sexual Health forum. Take your bugchasing and giver/chaser fetish shit to the bugchasing forum where it belongs. The OP has a shockingly high viral load and his CD4 count indicates that the Enemy Virus is successfully destroying his immune system - and you sick motherfuckers don’t give a rat’s ass about his well-being. “Welcome to the brotherhood”? You can’t call people who care so little about each other’s lives brothers in any sense of the word. I’m a seven-year AIDS survivor who came as close to death from it as you possibly can, so I qualify for your “brotherhood” about as well as anyone, but I want no part of your bugchasing “brotherhood” of lunatics. The OP has joined a different kind of brotherhood, whether he realizes it or not - a brotherhood of those who have to fight the Enemy to survive. To the OP: It is imperative that you begin ART as soon as possible to mitigate the damage being done to your immune system. My CD4 count got to 49. I will likely never see 500 again. Right now, after seven years of rigorous adherence to ART, my system was so damaged I am still struggling to keep it above 200. You think you want this. You don’t. If you reach AIDS and the opportunistic microorganisms that surround us attack you, you’ll either die, or you will suffer and sexy will be the last thing on your mind. And even if you don’t let it get to that extreme, HIV doesn’t just sit there idle in your body - your body is under a constant siege of inflammation, and science still isn’t sure of all of the results of that, but you’ll be more susceptible to certain cancers, it’ll be easier for you to get sick, and be sicker when you do. Even when you get past the point where you have to take prophylactic meds to stave off pneumonia, meningitis, and a dozen other illnesses waiting in line to kill you, expect to endure molluscum, thrush, candidiasis and shingles. Had ‘em all. Guess what? People with advanced or untreated HIV are on the list of those the CDC has identified for whom the COVID vaccines aren’t as effective and who need a third and likely a fourth vaccination to maintain a level of protection from COVID. I’m now triple-vaxxed because without it I could end up on a fucking ventilator. This is what you want? This is the fate you’re merrily passing on to other people you fuck with your sky-high viral load? This is the result you’re happy with? Think none of the above will happen to you? Think again, brother. It’s already happening. I’ve been to that place and just barely made it back alive. You don’t want to go there. Anybody who says he does is either non compos mentis or just a goddamned idiot.

Starting to write some new chapters, so look for those to cum here soon.

Back in the 70's in NYC we had lots of other venues to pursue - small move theatres, baths, piers, bars, etc. Sadly most don't exist today. But in those days there was never a problem "getting it". Oink!

Just remember: saying a huge toy/fist pig like me with slit/gash where a tiny hole used to be has to wear diapers is saying dancers and gymnasts must have trouble walking because their hamstrings are so stretched out. Granted, with the amount of use I get I am hosed out most everyday so i don't ever take a 'natural shit' but were my rectum and colon to give out and I wind up needing to always hose out or wear diapers I'd keep at it because they pleasure rush is worth it.

For me it's less about the volume or the damage and a lot more about watching a man really enjoy his smoke, a dude who inhales every last wisp of ssmoke he can manage every time he takes a drag, breathes it in deep and takes a second to breath it back out again and the stream is considerablely less than what you saw in his mouth just before he snapped, that's what's hot to me.... I hate watching a man burn through 10 smokes an hour but let half of every drag out before he inhales and then exhaling so fast that it's barely even had a chance to get any niicotine from it, then he puts it out with the 1/4 of thesmeoke left and lights up again a minute later..... I only smoke about a pack a day but i make every fucking smoke count!

OK so this happened on my way back from vacation. I had stopped at rest stop late at night to grab an energy drink for the rest of the drive home. I got my drink and sat at a picnic table under a streetlamp to enjoy the cool summer night and to check grindr for any new dick pics. After scrolling thru the usual "heys" and "pic?" for a few minutes, I get a new message from a blank profile that says "is this you" followed by a picture of me sitting on the table under the light. I look up and see a few cars in the dark parking lot but I can't make out any details. I feel my phone vibrate and I look down at a new message that reads "go to the restroom and meet me in the last stall". My curiosity and horniness gets the better of me so I finish my drink and I do as instructed. I sit in the last stall as instructed for a few minutes until I hear the door creak open. Heavy boots sound on the aging tile. The stall door swings open and I meet my mystery man. He's an older stocky scruffy and tanned latino man standing a few inches taller than me dressed in a neon safety yellow shirt and jeans. He says, "you're such a good boy, following my instructions. I'm Tomas and I've got something I think you'll enjoy" Tomas unfastens his belt, undoes his jeans, and whips out one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen. As long as my forearm and almost as thick as the can my energy drink came in. It was uncut and then the smell hits me. I immediately smell the sweat and musk of his cock and balls. It smells so good I forget where I am and i drop to my knees and start kissing the head and down the shaft. Tomas says "I knew you such a pretty little cocksucker the moment I opened that app and saw your profile. I got so hard watching you walk to the restroom I figured you'd like a taste" I lick his shaft back to the tip before kissing it and sucking on the head. I'm sucking his cock getting it nice and wet for a few minutes only reaching half way down his cock. It's so thick. Tomas notices that I'm struggling to deep throat his fat cock. He moans "let me help you with that" and he forces my head down to the base. I hit the base and gag. He holds my head there and I inhale the scent of his sweat and musk in his pubes. I gag again and force myself off to get air. I catch my breath and move towards his balls. Tomas drops his jeans and steps out of them revealing a pair of hairy muscular thighs and his jockstrap. He pulls down his jockstrap and steps out of that and pulls off his shirt showing his hairy chest. Once he's undressed, except for his boots, I reach for his balls to savor his musk. I take his balls in my mouth and suck on them. His musk is so intoxicating. Tomas says "OK now it's my turn. I don't want to bust before tasting that sweet boy ass". He pulls my shirt and shorts off. My pale cock pops out. I've been leaking precum this whole time. "No underwear? You were looking for cock weren't you? Always at the ready like a good little faggot. Now, turn around" he orders me. I do as I'm told. "Wow that ass is unreal. Can't believe you were trying to hide this underneath your gym shorts" Tomas kneels down and spreads my ass showing him a smooth pink hole winking at him. He dives in first kissing my hole before digging his tongue in. His tongue plunged as far as it can go swirling around my insides. He eats my ass so good. After a few minutes of getting my hole nice and wet, he slips two fingers in to start working my hole. He reaches around and slowly starts milking my cock. As his fingers rub my prostate I start getting close to cumming. "Are you about to bust? Cum in my hand. I want to taste it" I do as I'm told and I cum in his hand. He takes his hand and licks the cum off. He stands up and spins me around kissing me, mouth full of cum. We swirl the cum back and forth, our tongues dancing before I swallow it all. "What a good boy. I didn't even have to tell you to swallow. Now bend over facing the toilet. I think you're ready for my cock" I do as I'm told and bend over. I grab the toilet and hang on. He spits on my hole and slowly pushes the head in. I feel my hole begin to stretch to take his cock. He spits on his cock and pushes forward until he's all the way in. "Wow I'm impressed. Most boys your size struggle to take my cock but you took it like a seasoned faggot. I bet you take a lot of big cock." I play with my hole a lot but it feels like he's going to tear me in two. Tomas puts his hands on my hips and begins to thrust slowly at first until he's built up speed, rhythmically pounding away at my hole. His big low-hanging balls slap mine in rhythm. He pounds away for a few minutes before pulling out with a loud pop. I feel my hole gape. He plunges back in before it can close. He smacks my ass with his big bear paw of a hand. A loud smack echoes off the walls in the empty restroom. My hole clenches tight around his fat cock and I feel it pulsate. He moans and cums deep in my ass. It's warm but feels so good. He pulls out and says "you did good taking it all but I'm still hard. Let's go another round" I turn around and see him still hard. He sits down on the toilet and orders me to fuck myself on his cock. I turn around, line my still tender hole up, and slowly sink down on his cock. I moan the whole way down. I start moving up and down until I'm bouncing. I'm moaning the whole time. Tomas leans down, grabs his jockstrap, and says "if you don't quiet down, I'll shove this in your mouth. Understand?" I nod and moan out a 'yes sir' before bouncing some more. The door to the restroom creaks open and I freeze and sit on his cock. Tomas shoves the smelly jockstrap in my mouth and whispers "quiet". He flips me up and onto his chest. He slowly slides me up and down his cock, my feet resting on his beefy thighs. There's someone else 10ft away pissing. Tomas whispers to me "do you think we should invite him in?" I shake my head no. "Good I didn't want to share my toy" The door creaks open again and the stranger leaves. Tomas, still holding me up, picks up speed again, using gravity to drive himself deeper inside me. He pulls the jockstrap out of my mouth and says "let's cum together". He thrusts some more getting deeper and deeper each time. I feel his cock tense up and he floods my hole again, more than when he cummed the first time. I cum too exploding all over my chest. He slides out of me, his cum dripping out of my used hole, and pushes me off of him. I reach to my used hole and push some of his cum into my hand. I lick it off and kiss him, pushing his cum into his mouth. We swap it back and forth before I swallow it. "Damn boy you have been the best reststop faggot I've ever fucked. Spread your ass for me, I want to see it gape." I do as I'm told and bend over spreading my ass to show my gaping used hole. It's tender and cum drips on the floor. We both get dressed and clean up, and walk out one at a time. The cum leaks out my hole as I walk back to my car, my ass sore while I make the trip back home.

Chapter 4 The ginger bear and I continued to snog as four more loads were pumped into my guts. In the meantime the bear got a great pounding and one more load delivered with a great roar. Ginger bear suggested we leave now that our load counts were even. We scrambled around to find our strewn clothes and headed out of the woods. As I was unlocking my bike the bear invited me to his place. I tossed my bike in the back of his pickup and we were on the road. I began to worry about all the cum I had taken and asked if I should have asked status before taking cocks bare. He responded; "It's up to you kid. Maybe in the future, but it's a little late to worry about tonight." Delivered with a good natured laugh. It was not long 'til we arrived at his town house. He unlocked and invited me in the front door. The door was no sooner closed than we were snogging and ripping off each other's clothes. Both naked he pulled me up the stairs and threw me onto his king size bed. It smelled fresh, the sheets had been dried outdoors. I lay on my back and his big hairy body lay over me like a comfy quilt. He looked me straight in the eye. "So what would you like to happen here young man?" "Shit ... I don't know ... what do you want?" "I want to fuck your no longer virgin ass. " "Holy fuck ... you are massive ... I don't think I can manage it ... even with all this cum for lube. " "Don't worry, I'll open you up slowly. It won't be long 'til you beg for bigger. " "Holy shit ... I don't know... um... oh fuck it! Yeah ... fuck me , fuck me now!" He rolled me over, ate and tongue fucked my ass for the longest time. Then he started messaging and penetrating my hole with his thick fingers. He had amazing skills. When he figured I was ready he lay on his back and told me to sit on his cock; "That way you'll be in control. " I climbed on the beautiful hairy hill of his body and together we lined up his massive cock head with my hole. I tried to sit down but there was no way it was going in. He reached into his bedside table and brought out a small brown bottle. Uncapping it he took a few sniffs in each nostril. I followed his lead. My head immediately began to spin and warmth flooded my body. He encouraged me to take two more long hits per nostril. With head spinning and ass so fuckin horny I just squatted on his pole and three inches popped inside. He smiled and encouraged: "Sit on down. You're doing great. Take a bit more. " I pushed down and two more inches eased into me. As I stroked the hair on his chest and tummy he slowly and gently started to fuck me from below. After a dozen pumps he was eight inches in. I felt like I was riding a telephone pole. I was encouraged to take a few more sniffs and I was soon fully impaled loving the feel of his thick furry bush on my naked ass and taint. Again he smiled and asked; "You ready to get fucked kid?" "Five guys have already fucked me tonight, that makes six today... but, yeah, I'm ready for you to fuck the living daylights out of this newbie ass man. " And fuck me he did. First from the bottom, then missionary, then doggy. I lost track of all the positions and angles as well as the time. Back in missionary for the third time I could tell by his ragged breathing that he was getting close. His words confirmed my suspicions: "Where do you want my load kid?" "Inside me of course ... please, NO, NO ... WAIT ... what 's your HIV status?" "Poz " "Undetectable?" "Fuck no, no meds here kid, massive viral load. "

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 2 The top regained his breath, quickly pulled up his pants and headed past me up the trail. He jovially called out, "Your turn. " It was only then I realized my shorts were around my ankles and my eight inch erection was firmly in hand. The totally naked bottom was now standing taste testing samples of cum from his ass. He smiled and beckoned me towards him. As I took in his masculine beauty I now knew the source of the earlier magnetic force that drew me to these woods. I found myself shuffling down the hill and stepping out of my shorts to keep from tripping. He was already bent over when I reached him and immediately took my rigid cock in his mouth. The wet warmth felt exquisite and an energy like the final fanfare of a fireworks display pulsed through my veins. I couldn't control myself and as quickly as I declared "I'm going to cum " he spun around and consumed my raw hard cock with his ass hole. I was blasting as soon as the head entered him and kept shooting volley after volley as I bottomed out and slammed full force against his ass cheeks. The explosion felt nuclear and I wouldn't have been surprised to see my load shooting back out of his ears. I collapsed on his back and gasped to get my breath. A little composure regained and he turned to clean my still hard cock with his mouth. At this moment I ⁹now noticed an audience of three men had joined us. Each stroking their exposed hard on. The grey haired guy from earlier stepped up and plunged in to fuck the handsome bottom. Every now and then he would scoop a little cum from the bottom's ass and offer me his finger to suck. I hesitated at first, but remembering my pact with myself thought 'what the fuck, why not?' My first resistant lick tasted great. Meanwhile the bottom began playing with my hole with moistened fingers. Now and then he would prod and eventually he penetrated my outer ring. As if following my part in a well orchestrated script I found myself spinning, bending and offering my ass. The bottom's mouth was on it in a split second, his tongue probing inside, and his short cropped beard pleasantly scratching my perineum. I knew I had died and gone directly to heaven. My hole was bereft when he pulled away but then I quickly noticed something hard pushing at my virgin hole. Without a thought I reached back and spread my ass cheeks. I was pushing back against the hard thing with as much force as I could muster. As the pain tore me apart the reality that I had just impaled my ass on the bare cock of a guy that had just been bred with a high viral load became crystal clear. At this exact moment I could hear the grey haired guys ragged breath and declaration, "Cummin in your ass man!" Instantly remembering from porn earlier how often this became a chain reaction I found the good sense to pull off the cock I was riding. I did not have enough good sense to keep from spinning around and taking his load deep in my mouth. If the earlier taste hadn't confirmed it I now knew I was instantly addicted to this warm sweet and salty creamy fluid. I was still cleaning his cock as another observer entered the bottom's ass. Scrambling to find my shorts I realized I had tossed my shirt at some point and was totally naked save my running shoes. I retrieved my shorts, hastily pulled them on and ran. I ran all the way home totally forgetting my locked up bike. Thankfully no one was home and I bolted directly to my room collapsing on my back on my bed. For the next seven full minutes I gasped for breath. Then I got up, locked my door, stripped and lay back on my bed. I jacked my boner as I replayed every detail of the afternoon's events. When I got to the raw cock up my ass I exploded in orgasm with the load spraying my chest, face and the wall over my head board. Once again I was gasping to regain composure. Eventually I could hear the family arriving. I reluctantly pulled on some clothes and went down to join the dinner meal. Everyone could tell I was totally distracted and no one objected when I excused myself the moment I finished my plate. I was back in my room, door locked, naked and lost in bareback porn for the next three hours. If a condom appeared I closed that video down and was searching for the next raw screen, usually featuring hairy muscled hunks. Then I came upon the video where the condom breaks and the negative bottom begs for the poz tops load. It is only about 1.5 minutes long, but I found myself mesmerized and watching it over and over for the next half hour. Remembering my bike I cut another baggy tshirt down, pulled it and shorts on and headed back to the woods.

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Kinda feel bad right now. Just met this bottom on Grindr and I bred him. Trying to keep my promise to stop these random hook ups but it’s addictive. My boyfriend told me if you’re gonna hook up use condoms and I told him I would but I’m finding it hard to do. I had condoms on me ready to meet this cute bottom who I was chatting with since yesterday. Came over to his place and he instantly unzipped my pants, dropped them down and planted his mouth on my dick. My eyes roll in the back of my head. I’m trying to think straight but I lost all sense. Next thing I know he starts undressing exposing this gstring with a perfect bubble ass. A deep primal urge came over me. I was grunting and my dick swole up so hard it hurts. He then bent over with his beautiful ass in my face and at that moment I lost all rational thought. I moved his thong to the side, spit in his hole and pushed my dick in, heard the pop sound. He started moaning and squirming and it got me even harder the more he tried to get away. I’m balls deep in him slow stroking and grunting just looking at this beautiful bubble ass bounce as I grip his thong. I start to pick up aggression and get into a tunnel vision where I cannot stop anymore. All logic and rational thought goes away. I just wanted to flood this bottom for relief nothing else mattered. Next thing I know I grunt and felt myself throb inside him. He reaches behind to hold me inside him while he says thank you repeatedly. I slowly started coming back to my senses and we got dressed, exchanged contact and I left. Get to my car and put my hand in my pocket to grab my keys and I pulled out the condom. Fuck! I’m really trying to control these urges.

I went yesterday with a friend - we travelled up from London and got there just after 12-midday. On the journey we were talking and convinced ourselves that a daytimeCumUnion party on a Tuesday wouldn't be that busy. Oh, how wrong we were! The place was rammed and it was almost impossible to find parking. The guy on the door said there were 260 guys in. The venue is very large - a similar size to Greenhouse Darlaston. The main differences from Greenhouse being that the steam room is a large cruise maze, not just a room and seems to be one of the hotspots for action. I'd recommend wearing slides as the hard plastic anti-slip flooring in here makes your soles quite sore after a while, and the steam softens the skin. The dry cruise areas are very maze-like and you really can get lost there. I only bumped into my friend twice in 6 hours. The guys skewed towards rough/tough blue-collar blokes over 40 - definitely more bears and hardly any twinks. For me this was perfect! Naked was enforced (towels not to be worn) and this usually would put me off, but actually the atmosphere was so positive it was not an issue at all. Top to bottom ratio was - as is usual - many bottoms and few tops, but the guys seemed more willing to play versatile, so there was plenty of fun to be had. Activity definitely seemed to peak around 2pm and after the free buffet it seemed to become less busy. Although they sell refreshments and snacks, there's no alcohol. We stayed until about 7pm by which time numbers had dwindled to about 20 and it seemed there was no 'after work' second wave to speak of. The staff were excellent and really friendly - couldn't have been more helpful. I've been to other CumUnion parties and found them hard going if you're not a gym bunny or over 40. This was totally different: it was just so much relaxed horny fun. So we were both really impressed and I think this is an amazing place. It was well worth the entry and a three hour drive there and back. I'm already booking a Tuesday off next month to do this again. The weekend CumUnion will likely attract a different crowd just because it is a weekend, and I'd also like to try their bears themed day.

This is attempt #2 at some fantasy fiction I wrote for my husband. He Chooses We had agreed that this trip to the dirty-bookstore-slash-sexclub would be a total power exchange, meaning he would be in charge. Though “in charge” doesn’t quite capture it. A TPE for us meant he owned me for the scene. It meant that he got to make every choice about what happened between us or involving others. Our agreement was that I was only to use a safe word if absolutely necessary, and that he was going to push both our limits if he had the chance. I wanted to see how much I could give myself up. He wanted the rush of the Dominant energy and to see just what he was willing to do or have done to my body, which was without question his property for the evening. Which is how I found myself cuffed to the St. Andrew’s Cross in the upstairs playroom, naked, being flogged. I couldn’t complain, as this was a favorite thing for me. He never really hurt me, per se, but he was striking me pretty hard and the thuds on my back were a stress release I loved. I was already in subspace. We had started downstairs, in the booths and the dark areas. Once we got a locker, he had me strip to my jock and sneakers, put a collar on me and led me around. In the dim light of one area, he opened his pants and pushed me down, holding my hair. Putting the head of his cock in my mouth, he let go of his bladder. I swallowed furiously, not wasting any of it. Drained, he slowly fucked my mouth for a minute then pulled me up. An audience had gathered, a couple of whom followed us to a darker corner. Back on my knees, he fed me his cock while the onlookers pulled theirs out and stroked. He pushed my head toward a stranger who eagerly fed me his cock. Then to a second. I alternated between the three cocks, hitting my poppers now and then. I had no sense of time, but it must have gone on for a good 5 or 10 minutes. One of the “guests” began to moan and my husband pushed my head down on the stranger’s dick again. I felt the man grab my head and thrust rapidly into my mouth and push his cock into my throat. He groaned loudly as he came in my mouth. Then I felt the splatter as stranger number 2 came on my face. My husband reached down and put a hand under my shoulder to help me to my feet, saying “Do not wipe that cum off your face, whore.” “Yes sir” He took me by the collar and led me upstairs. Upon reaching the play room he put me in the bondage cuffs he had in his bag, made me strip, and put me on the cross. He’d been flogging me for a while and we had some new guests watching. Several of whom had cocks out, stroking. That must have been his cue. Unfastening me from the cross, he whispered in my ear “Go get on the bench.” I did as ordered. He cuffed me to the fuck bench on all fours, my ass exposed to our watchers. He took his shorts off and fed me his cock, slowly fucking my face until he was hard. He pulled it out of my mouth and leaned down, giving me a hit of poppers. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out lube and walked behind me. I felt the cool liquid hit my hole and a finger enter me. He fucked me with a finger for a bit, then added a second, stretching my hole with multiple fingers and adding lube. After he was satisfied that I was open enough, he lined up behind me and I felt him slowly push his cock into me. I groaned in pleasure as he sunk to the hilt. He took up a steady rhythm of fucking me, reaching around to pinch my nipples and occasionally smacking my ass. Suddenly he pulled out and came around to my head. He had his bag in hand. “Clean your ass off my cock”, he ordered, shoving his cock in my waiting mouth. He rummaged around the bag, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. I felt new fingers touch my ass, and my husband must have nodded his assent as fingers entered me, first one, followed by a second and I think a third. Suddenly I had a bandanna over my nose, and I felt my husband tie it around the back of my head as the poppers he had obviously soaked on the bandanna hit my nose. I breathed in, and my eyes rolled in pleasure. He leaned down to speak to me. “Who owns your hole?” “You do, sir”, I replied through the haze. “And that means I get to do anything to it, right?” “Yes, sir.” “I mean anything. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.”, I said again. He put his mouth near my ear. “I have wanted to see you take cock raw forever. You gave up your hole, so I get what I want tonight. This stranger is going to fuck you, bare, and I want his cum up your ass. Do you understand?” I moaned my excitement through the popper-induced fog and nodded. He continued “I’m going to let him fuck you raw now, and you don’t get a choice. I don’t care if you don’t like it. Your hole is mine. And if I’m lucky maybe some of these other guys will use it, too. Anyone who gets your ass tonight gets it raw, and they’re going to breed you, you slut.” With that he must have nodded to the man behind me, and I felt the stranger’s cock push into me. “Holy fuck that’s hot” my husband said and the stranger fucked me, slowly at first and then harder, slamming his hips against my cheeks and grunting as his cock went in me stroke after stroke, skin on skin. After a couple of minutes he shoved into me all the way and grunted and I felt his cock spasm as he came up my ass. He pulled out, but only a moments passed before his cock was replaced by another. This one a stranger too, because my husband had pushed his own cock back in my mouth, which he was using to keep him hard. Not that he needed it - that dick I loved in my mouth was probably the hardest it had ever been. “Jesus Christ I had no idea seeing you take it raw without a choice would be so fucking hot. You’re such a whore. Take that random dick, you nasty faggot.” Stranger number 2 pumped hard and held my hips as his cock jerked inside me, filling my hole with load #2. He pulled out, slapped my ass, said “Thanks”, and walked away. They must have been the only two, because my husband slipped out of my mouth, walked behind me, and slammed his cock up my hole. “Good god their cum as lube feels amazing.” He started pounding my ass and it took no more than about 15 seconds and he almost shouted as he pumped his load into me. He pulled out again and I felt his fingers near my ass. “Push out the cum, whore” he ordered. I relaxed and let the cum of two total strangers and my husband ooze out. He scooped it up and came around to my head. Yanking the bandanna off, he shoved his cum-coated fingers in my mouth. “Eat that cum from your ass.” I eagerly licked and sucked it off him, tasting the strangers cum and my own hole. For a moment the sound of us breathing hard was the only other noise against the blaring the music the club played. My husband squatted down. “I’m so proud of you, taking what I wanted to see get done to you.” With that he kissed me deeply, unfastened me, and helped me up. We dressed and headed home, both sated. And for me, bred.

Never more than a week. I crave cock, cum, and ass too much!

Chapter 5 Me: "Don't ... cum ..." Ginger bear: " To ... fu ...ckin ... late ... I'm fillin your ass now .... you're full of toxic cum now for sure ! Me: "What the fuck man! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Him: "You didn't ask. Besides you took all those loads earlier, no questions asked. " Me: "Shit! I gotta get out of here." I ran down the stairs, pulled on my clothes, pulled my bike from his truck and desperately road toward home and my old life. Halfway home I stopped and sat on a park bench to see if I could clear my frantic brain. Just yesterday I had been so innocent and a virgin. I hadn't even watched porn let alone considered allowing a freshly pozed guy stick his raw cock in my ass. Of course I had already bred him. Then in the sensual intoxication of the ginger bear I had let five guys breed me. Without a question let them slip their raw cocks into me and dump their loads. Where had my common sense gone?Then to go home with the bear and proceed to let him tear my inexperienced ass apart and announce to late he was dumping an undetectable poz load. 'Holy fuckin shit! I'm sitting here within one day with six loads in my guts and at least one of them could be pozing me right this very moment. I've never been so fuckin frightened in my entire life, yet there is no denying I'm boned up and hornier than hell. Fuck it!' I hoped on my bike and rode back to the woods. There were far fewer cars and hardly any guys left on the trails; but, there were enough that I kept playing and taking loads until the sun was starting to come up. Riding home I promised myself I would find the closest sexual health clinic and figure out what could be done at this stage. My plan was thwarted by my distraught parents who grounded me for the fright I had given them by staying out all night without letting them know I was okay. They also gave me a list of chores long enough to choke a giraffe. Three days later I had still not been able to get to a clinic and I was hornier than a breeding bull moose. Remembering some of the porn I'd continued to watch I decided to check out an Adult book store. The clerk behind the counter checked my I.D. and gave me a quick verbal tour of the store. He was sure to let me know about the door leading to the porn booths and sold me the requisite number of tokens. I made a pretense of looking at books and magazines but essentially beelined to the inviting door.

The next day Jess went to work and I knew i needed Omar and his friend again. But before I could make a move, I got a text message. 'Come grab a toy, we'll explain.' I went over and walked into his apartment and his friend handed me a very large toy, my hand couldn't wrap fully around it. "Go back to your place and work on this toy, once you are able to get it in, we'll come over and have fun." Omar said. "Ye, Sir." I responded and took it back to my apartment. I started off with a medium sized toy, and made sure to really work lube into me. I then worked my way up to a 9inch dildo we have used before to see how Jess enjoyed being spit roasted. Then it came time for the large toy after having a good amount of fun with the incher. The large toy wasn't too much longer, but man, it was definitely much thicker. Even with just finishing with the last dildo, this was giving me some trouble going in. It reminded me of a long time ago, trying regular sized toys in my ass only to have my tight virgin ass reject them. I added more lube, and even squirted some inside me. Cleanliness went out the window, lube was everywhere. There was a knock on the door, 'fuck' I thought, I can't answer the door like this if it isn't them. I looked through the eye glass and no one was there. I opened it a crack and looked down, there was a little black bag with2 new poppers, a Maximum Impact and a cum stained rag. I took the poppers inside and after struggling to open them took a hit of each. My head was spinning and my heart rate dropped, but I felt my ass loosen up even without the toy. I went back to it and sure enough the poppers helped it get past the first rung. It took a lot of moving back and forth and some pressure (my ass now craved to be used by this toy) but it was no good. I took the rag and put a small pour of poppers on a corner, folded it over and sprayed the same corner with Maximum Impact, then shoved the towel into my mouth and plugged my nose. The breath was deep and cold, almost too much for my lungs to handle. It did the trick, my ass loosened up just enough, I felt my hole stretch to its limit and it slowly sunk into me. My cock was the smallest it has ever been with this amount of strain on my hole. I moved the toy in and out, and then after a little bit was able to move it about half way into my body. I sent Omar a message. "Got it in," I texted. "Ok, face away from the door, on your knees, riding it when we come in." He replied. I did as I was told, a towel was under my knees so it wouldn't hurt, and then sat back towards my heels, my ass taking the massive toy into my ass. It wasn't long before the door opened. I assumed it was Omar and his friend, but I was afraid of punishment for looking. "Spread your cheeks lets see it work your ass." his friend said. I reached down and pulled my ass cheeks apart, and the toy sank in a good inch deeper before I lifted myself and sank down again onto it. Omar walked around to the front and his cock was at my mouths height. I leaned in to take it into my mouth, and he let me. His semi hard cock filled my mouth as his friend let his hand explore my ass, legs and back. After a while of giving Omar's cock some love he pulled his cock out and his friend laid down in front of me. Before I could figure out how to maneuver myself to keep the toy in, Omar un-suction-cupped the toy from the floor and used it as a lever to pull my ass up slightly, causing my body to fall forward onto his friends cock. As I started to suck his friend, Omar started to really fuck me roughly with the toy. It was hard to concentrate on giving pleasure when my ass felt like I sat on a traffic bollard. My ass started to loosen up though and it felt good. Poppers were once again administered to the rag and I was loving it. I was so focused on the feeling in my ass that the sound of the bathroom fan droned out, and all I could hear is the guys mumbling and feeling the toy get worked deeper and harder into me. The toy was taken out and I bowed my head in relief, yet sadness. I was pushed over his friend, and part of me hoped they would DP me. I was right. Omar's friend below me, positioned his cock into my hole, and Omar's cock helped his get pushed in along side his. It felt incredible, and I could really feel both cocks as they worked their way in and out at the same time and sometimes at different tempos. After a what felt like not enough time to be honest, his friend came inside me. Omar feeling his friend cum was driven over the edge and as his friend was resting deep inside me, Omar went faster and pumped his load to join his friends deep. They both pulled out and I was rolled off, and they got dressed. Before they left, Omar took the toy and shoved it into my ass. The toy so big even still, that it was able to stay inside me, my hole stretching so tight it wouldn't slide out.

Twin bro ~ b 4 5/6 Started to shave summer I turned 12. Hormones a *plenty* WAY before becoming a teen. I KNEW what I wanted.... When Mom/Dad & twin went to The Cities (Minneapolis/St. Paul) I was a PRECOCIOUS 'crotch-watcher'.... and would 'get caught'....STARING. I also had developed a 'technique' for contact....I spy out a guy with a BIG bulge.... in a crowd (The State Fair was PRIME territory)...as he passed, I √ out his BULGE.... turn around.... PASS him...then stop, looking around...standing directly in his path.....(out of the corner of my eye) when he was 2-3 steps away, I'd turn around 'looking off in the distance'.... if he were coming from my (L) I'd turn my left hand 'palm open' - thumb by left pants pocket... subtly take 1/2 step forward...so as to slow his gate...as my palm brushes across his bulge {completely LIMP hand-so as to conceal INTENDED contact) . . . making SURE to keep that 'off in the distance querying look' !! This is the FIRST time I have shared my antics....with ANYONE ! How exhilarating !

I don't really write that often (or ever before, to be specific), so let me know what you guys think. +++ I probably should've been more careful. I've lived with my uncle for a while now, having moved there when my dad was sent off to prison. My mom had died not long after I was born, which left me being sent to the closest relatives I had. Turned out that was my uncle Eric. He was a good guy, but these days, he was pretty busy. The auto shop he worked at had acquired a contract with a major local rental company and handled most of their repairs. Today, like most days, he was off working at the shop, probably late into the evening. I was used to that. What I wasn't used to was having dad back home. When I was a kid a ten year sentence sounded like an eternity. In reality, time passes quickly, and he's been nothing but an absolute dick since he'd gotten out. Eric had tried to get him a job at the shop, but that quickly went south, since dad didn't take kindly to being ordered around. Prison hadn't done him any favors in that department, and my uncle said he was a surly bastard before that. I don't remember too much of him from before, really, but he sure as hell hadn't gotten nicer. Seeing as Eric was gone all day as usual, I guess I'd assumed dad would be out, too. He was supposed to be headed to follow up on a few job opportunities today, and Eric had dropped him off in town in the morning. I had stayed home, as usual, and when the gardener had come around during mid-day, we did our usual thing. Mitch was the first (and only) guy I'd fucked. He'd been my uncle's gardener for years, and given all the work he did around the house, he had a muscular, rugged frame. He was a local guy, about fifteen or so years older than me. There were more days than I could count where I'd spent the afternoon sitting at the window, watching him haul his sweaty shirt off his body to reveal that bearish physique, hairy body dripping with sweat. I was a teenager the first time he caught me trying to get a peek at his dick, and after pleading with him not to tell my uncle Eric, I managed to convince him to let me have a good look. A good look turned into a blow job (which apparently, I was a natural at), and before long, we had a steady routine with him going out, doing the yard work, then coming inside and stripping down, lowing his hairy, beefy body on top of me to fuck my face and throat. Admittedly, that was easier said than done; he had a meaty seven inch cock, and it had taken some getting used to when he'd thrust it down my throat in the throes of a good skullfuck. Of course, it didn't take too long for him to go further south and have a go at my hole. That truly had been an undertaking, but once he was balls deep in me, I couldn't get enough of it. We only got worse then, even getting me to convince my uncle that the yard needed more upkeep. Every time he came over now, he spent more time pounding me than out in the yard. That's what we were up to today, with him up on top of me, groaning with delight. "Jesus, Mason, I can feel your pussy pulling me in," he panted, sweat dripping down from his brow onto my chest. I could feel the entire bed rocking with his thrusts, my body bouncing back and forth with it as well. I kept an ear out for the sound of my uncle's bike pulling up, as that was usually our cue to pack up and get decent, though at this point in the day, I figured there was little chance that would happen. Imagine my surprise, then, when the sensation of Mitch's shaft pumping in and out of me was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open. Mitch fell off of me in a surprised heap, and behind him was my dad, his face looking bewildered. I wasn't really sure how to react; after all, I was naked, with my hole exposed right then and there. "The FUCK is this, boy?" his voice snarled out, and I could hear Mitch scrambling to his feet, stuttering as he gathered up his clothes. He didn't even take the condom off before pulling his underwear on. For his part, my dad glanced over at him, scoffed a bit, then turned back to me, ignoring the other man in the room while he stared me down. "You got me out looking for jobs when apparently we've a perfectly good whore on our hands right here," he said, and I found myself stammering, not even sure how to respond. Mitch was bright red, his clothes barely hanging on as he bolted out of the door. I could hear the door slam downstairs, my heart racing as dad stood there, leering. "Well? Anything to say?" "D-Dad, I swear, it's not like that," I stammer, and he leers at me, grinning now. "Well, I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be now," he says, latching the door shut. I made a move to get off the bed, but he quickly shouted, "Stay right as you are, boy. I didn't tell you to get dressed." I froze, my heart hammering away. I could smell the booze on him from here; clearly, he'd gone out and gotten drunk instead of going to get a job as he'd said. He made his way over to the bed, shrugging off his coat as he did. "I'm gonna see about getting in touch with a couple of my buddies to find some men looking for some tight pussy to fuck. You're gonna do what they ask, they're gonna pay me, and that's that. You understand?" "Dad, I --" I started, but the look he gave me was enough to convince me otherwise. I could see his jaw twitch, and I paled, for once wishing my uncle would get home early. Dad seemed satisfied by my silence, then continued. "On that note, it's been too damn long since I got a chance to breed some hole. Given that you're all ready to go, I'm gonna be your first John," he said, then reached down to pull off his shirt. I had avoided him since he'd gotten back, and so I had yet to see what he looked like shirtless. His torso was covered in varous tattoos, some of them there from when I was a kid, but others entirely new. The one that stood out the most was the one right above his groin: a biohazard symbol, much cleaner and newer than the ones around it. I was no fool; I knew exactly what that meant. Apparently, the look on my face said it too, as a predatory grin spread across dad's face once he looked up from taking his jeans off. "Looks like I don't need to explain the next part." Now fully naked, I found myself trying to crawl away from him, his massive form dwarfing mine. I'd inherited his beefy build, sure, but given how much younger I was and the fact that he'd been lifting weights longer than I'd been alive, he was an absolute beast of a bear, barrel-chested with a beefy gut and thick limbs. I felt one hand reach and grab at my leg while the other pinned me down, the weight seeming impossibly huge as I felt him force my leg up to my chest. "It's gonna hurt, boy, but you might as well start getting used to it," he said, roughly folding me up with his weight as his hand slammed down over my lips, muffling my protests. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the terrible reality of the situation setting in. I struggled, but all I could really do was wriggle around under him, flexing and whimpering helplessly. Meanwhile, I could feel his hairy body rubbing against me, his cock slapping up against my beefy ass. I could feel it pulsing, growing thicker with every second. He rubbed it back and forth down my crack, sighing some as he threw his head back. "Can't wait to hear what the guys say when I tell them I've found a pussy for us to use," he said, and even as I struggled, he moved his hardening shaft back, letting it slide downward until the head was right at the still-open entrance to my hole. There was no warning, no preparation. He didn't even lube it up before pushing forward and sliding into me. Luckily for me, Mitch had lubed up before fucking me, but even then, given how much bigger my dad was, it was impossible not to cry out into his hand, my hole burning. "Holy shit, that's tight," he chuckled, whistling a bit to himself. I could see him grinning even with the tears blurring my vision, and as my hole tightened in protest, he increased the pressure, forcing it deeper and deeper, splitting me in two. I gasped out in agony, his hand only tightening. When that hairy groin finally pressed up against my ass, I felt like he was punching me in the gut with it, my belly aching from the feeling of it pressing in. He held it there for a brief moment, savoring the first hole he'd fucked in months. "See, there you go, relax," he said, chuckling to himself. It still hurt like hell, but indeed, now that he had no more cock to force in me, my body was forced to adjust, slowly relaxing around his thick girth. He pulled back, the burning coming back some, though not nearly as horribly as the pain of him forcing in. Still, it was by no means pleasant as he rammed back and forth into me. my hole losing the bit of relaxation it had attained before. The bed rocked loudly, his hips slapping against mine as he bore down on me from above, his face looming over mine, sneering as he ruthlessly thrusted away. "That's right, slut, you know what's coming to you, you know what this means..." He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes and enjoying my hole. "I've knocked up every bitch I've ever fucked, Mason, and now I'm gonna knock you up, too," he grunted, then panted out in erratic, short bursts, his thrusts growing frenzied and brutal. I could feel my hole get wet, stinging now, and with a snarl, he rammed his cock in deep. I knew he was cumming, and I could do little more than whimper in response. After what felt like a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of me, still panting. My hole ached, though I was glad it was seemingly over with, as his hand left my mouth. I remained limp underneath him, resigned to it now that his load was oozing out of my ass. What was the point? I knew what that tattoo meant, and what was no doubt in store for me next. Even as he rolled over onto the bed beside me, reaching down beside it to fish his phone out of his pants, I remained there, a bit scared to even try getting up without permission. Dad looked through his phone for a bit, then grinned, putting it aside. "Alright, cunt, my friend will be here in a bit... Now, turn around and get on all fours. You're ready for your second dose of daddy's venom..."

On the days when I'm not horny to get fucked anonymously, the very next best thing for me is to get my throat fucked real deep. I've found that the best position for the top to go as deep as possible is with my head hanging off the edge of my bed, and the top mounting it from above like a wet pussy. What's not to love: Amazing view of his balls and ass The feeling of submission is like no other; you can't pull back and just have to take it; one of the most vulnerable positions you can let a man use you in Great smells with his balls usually resting on your nose you can smell his sweaty balls and the musk of his ass Very pleasurable for the top as he can go really deep in that position Only drawback is that it can be uncomfortable for the bottom, especially if the top is aggressive and/or has a huge cock. It is not uncommon to end up with spit all over my face when I do this. But as a good cumdump we relish in the abuse and humiliation, right? It's been real hard finding a top into this kind of position for throat fucking, and also rarely hear bottoms talk about it. So, tops and bottoms, is it something you guys love? Do you hate it? Curious to hear the community's thoughts about this.

I have never thought I would touch drugs as a teen. DARE convinced both my parents to ensure that I never got in the wrong crowd and that I'd get the best education they could afford. It came to no surprise that my effort in undergrad wasn't in vain when I finally got accepted to do my masters at NYU. Growing up in the midwest, the only time I've been to New York was on a school trip in high school. Statue of Liberty, Rockefeller, and all that. Back then, I didn't have the time to fully explore the city. Plus, I was still closeted. That was 8 years ago. Now I'm 24, and I'm finally here again with the freedom to actually be myself. In Minneapolis, being gay wasn't an issue, but it was less talked about or expressed more. Maybe it's a Minnesota thing but it always made me feel restricted in a way. My parents know my sexuality and they hope I would bring a boy home for Christmas but honestly, they don't know how none of that cookie cutter gay lifestyle was what I wanted. I was into a lot of weird form of pornography, especially the fetish category with a mix of old/young and bdsm. My desire was pure gay sex. It has to always be bareback if not I wouldn't get hard. Before you wonder, I am not a virgin. During sophomore year, I would frequently rent a room by a roadside motel and get bred by random truckers who had to make a stop and never did I once had a rubber on. I also had my fair share of married dudes who loved to get a piece of a college boy's ass. I got tested frequently and so far, I've never had any problems. As a 5'10, 188lbs well shaped white guy, I wouldn't say I stood out but it was easy to get dicks in MN. Not in NYC though. I'm at most a 6 despite going to the gym quiet often. The guys here frequently keep their hair cut and body shaved and was always impressing each other. It felt clique-y, but I didn't mind because I eventually found mine. The third week I settled in the city, I told myself I would go to The Eagle. Typical. I couldn't resist. It was a Friday night and I finally got my first draft title approved. I had a pint of Budweiser as I scanned through the room eyeing on the countless of beautiful men that could just plow me right now. I was only wearing a leather pants and a black t-shirt with a sports jock. The shirt hugged my body evenly to reveal the nipple piercing I got when I first landed here. It still hurt but it felt great. Slowly, I was building myself in this city. Halfway through my beer, a 6'1 tall man, around 240lbs with a heavy built and striking middle eastern feature came up to me with a drink. House cocktail he told me. We cheers and I introduce myself. He was only wearing a tank top with a pair of black jeans. His arms was furry as the beard covering his face. His ears were pierced and so was his gaze on me. "Thanks, I'm Chris." "Isaac. Are you new here?" From then we hit off. I gave him the usual story that he must have heard from other twunks like me that came to NY. He told me he grew up in Michigan and moved to the city in the 90s. He was 54 years old but I wouldn't say he's a day past 40. Not a strand of white hair. All black and curly. His chest hair was revealing from his cleavage and I couldn't stop but to just stare in intervals from it to his hazel eyes, him never breaking eye contact. It was hypnotizing talking to him. Slowly, I was beginning to slur my words and I didn't realize how strong the drink was. Isaac convinced me to go to the dance floor and we both began to explored our bodies as the music played. Isaac then made the first move and kissed me, holding my face with his calloused palms and playing with my tongue with his. I felt a piercing on his tongue and his thick moustache rubbing against my upper lip made me suck his face like a dog with a bone. We were wrestling with our tongue as I let myself loose, thinking to myself how strong the drinks I had were even if there were just a beer and a cocktail. Strange I thought. I was lightheaded and my body was warm but it felt right to be engulfed in Isaak's arms as the second beat dropped and everyone in the club gyrating against each other. He made sure to never lose sight of me even though we got cut by some other guys. Next thing I remembered, I was carried by one of the bouncers and Isaak was waiting outside. "I think play time's over for him. Are you sure you two are gonna be okay?" Isaak then told the bouncer that he's fine and that he'll take me back to my place. Isaak asked me if I wanted to go to his instead since it wasn't too far. I nodded. Once we reached his place, I threw myself on the sofa. Isaak lived in a loft with ceiling to floor windows and everything out in the open except for his bathroom. There was a sling placed next to his bed and a drawer with a dog hood mask in black on top. Embezzled on the collar are some studs. From across the room I tried to form a conversation with Isaak, telling him how kinky he is. As I rambled, Isaak was taking out different kind of glass pipes and tools from the wardrobe. He had a butane lighter and a gas mask that had tubes. He also changed to a pair of chaps exposing his 8 inch dick and solid formed ass, perfectly framed. He had a harness on and he tied his hair into a bun. Despite being inebriated, I was slowly getting hornier. Isaak came up to me and took my clothes off, putting me in a leather jock and a pair of leather sandals with clips, tied securely around my legs. He also put on a pair of leather armbands on me, highlighting my biceps. Finally, he instructed me to breathe slowly as the gas mask was put on me. "Now let's walk slowly to the sling, Chris. Or boy, what do you prefer?" "Boy is good, daddy, I mean sir" "No no boy, daddy is perfect. I'm not going to hurt you." I couldn't remember how I was placed onto the sling, it felt as if I was floated onto it. My feet were shuffling, but I couldn't seem to recall. I could see Isaak through the lens of the mask as the lights in the room dimmed to dark red, resembling the bar we were at. This time, slow techno played and Isaak told me to breathe in regularly, and take the smoke all in. In his hand, he was lighting one of the glasses to release smoke that was then being fed onto the tube to my mask. I breathed in and tasted a weird chalky substance, jolting from the sling and finally being lucid for the first time in the past 3 hours. Everything felt amazing and it felt like sparks was going through my veins. "You like this boy?" I could manage a muffled "Yes, daddy, I feel good." "I know you would. I told you that daddy isn't going to hurt you" After around 20-30 puffs, Isaak finally took off the mask and I finally got to breathe fresh air. My eyes were popping and I couldn't help but to moan as if there was something in my throat. My limbs were still restrained and I could only move my head as I felt beads of sweat perspiring out of my pores. "We talked a lot about what your fantasies are, right boy? Your interest in a different side of sex. No vanilla, just pure men on men fuck." Shit, did I? I couldn't tell. I was talking a lot to Isaak when I first met him, seeing that he was the first and only person at the bar showing some form of interest in me. "Unlike other college boys and fags your age I find every year, you're a bit different, boy. You know why? Cause you said you only bareback. And that you're not on PreP. You're into the risk. Why?" "Because I want to be free." Never have I ever come up with a reason as to why I love it bare. It's true. I wanted to be free. As cliché as it sounds, I am not like most guys my age. I know there are who think like me, but we're rare. Extremely rare. And sought for by guys like Isaak because we appreciate the true value of men on men sex. Skin on skin. Pure lust. "Free in what sense, boy?" "I don't know, I don't care, I just want to not worry bout whether I'm going to catch a disease or die, I'm ready any day, daddy. As long as I'm able to fuck and get fucked bare, that's all that matters. A man's seed in me, mine in his. It's nature." "You're quiet the talker, aren't you boy?" I really was. Years of suppressing my desires and being barred from exploring my identity has culminated in me being spun in a midtown loft revealing my darkest desires. "I knew your pussy is meant to be bred and pozzed when I noticed how you couldn't take your eyes off my chest. Especially this," Isaak circled his right pec to show a bio hazzard tattoo. Now I remembered what it was that I couldn't stop starring at. Behind those bushy pecs, there was a patch of the symbol, all mighty in it's glory. "I can give you one too, you know, but maybe not on your tits, don't want to steal the attention from this" Isaak then pulled on my nipples with the piercing, sending me to screams of pleasure, as the smoke I inhaled had only inhibit any pain I could feel. "You're a very well behaved boy, aren't you Chris?" "Yes, daddy, I am." "I'm really lucky that I found you tonight, you know. I haven't had a boy in so long..." Isaak held my head as I fixed my eyes on him while he explained to me that he wanted a sub to train, someone to serve him like Yannick, his ex-lover who left the sex and party scene they were in to live in Portland. He continued to tell me about Yannick, how piggy he was and how one day he just stopped being the bitch he wanted. How he started to take meds and how there was no goodbye from him. Retelling this story suddenly made Isaak angry and suddenly, he started to get rough with me. "But I can tell you're a better cumdump fag than he is, right, boy?" He shouted as he cling his hands onto the chains holding my limbs. "Yes, daddy, I'm never going back. Only for you." I can't believe what I was saying. It was true though. I will prove to him that I can be better than Yannick. He placed his palms on my chest and slowly brushed it, inspecting my body before telling me that I require a shave. Before leaving to get his equipment, the gas mask was put back on and the next thing I remembered was the feeling of a blade against my asshole and some shaving cream. I hear the blade cut through my pubic hair, my legs, and finally my head. Only my eyebrows were spared. As this happened, Isaak was also inserting his fingers into my hole, telling me that I'm going to feel better than before. I wasn't sure if it was the shaving cream he was putting into me, but I felt a sudden burning sensation in my hole and next thing I know, my ass was dilating to suck in more of his fingers. I felt as if I needed to have something in me, however big or long it was. It was a new need that Isaak had unlocked in me. I couldn't resist but to beg him. "Please fuck me daddy, put anything in me, I need it please." I repeatedly said, without any pause. I just begged him in all kinds of ways. I was moaning, I was insatiate without anything in me. "Be patient now boy, it's coming." He walked to the drawer and took out a string of beads, each bead increasing with diameter, the smallest as big as a tennis ball. With each bead in me, I felt complete. When it was all in me, I could only let out a sigh of relief. "Now you're going to enjoy this." Isaak pulled the strings out, with each beads at a faster pace, leaving me moaning in pleasure. My hole then felt empty again. "We're going to keep you quiet a bit with this bad boy here." A butt plug the size of a Campbell Can was then inserted in me and again, I felt complete. I was slowly breathing now, appreciating the massive anchor in my orifice. "You seem to like my special lube, don't you boy?" "Yes daddy, what is it?" "What you're smoking, mixed with Aloe Vera gel. Excellent combo." Not have I only smoked Meth, I've also had it shoved in my ass. I didn't see my third week in the city to turn out like this but I have no regrets. I finally found my purpose and am no longer ashamed of my desires. If this is what drugs feel like then I have been missing out on a lot. Isaak then left the sling and came back with a standing mirror, placing it diagonally from me to let me see myself. I was unrecognizable. Not a strand of hair on me. "You had to be shaved because you're going to get inked up really good, boy. It'll be worth it." I was then rubbed with a towel and slowly moisturized by daddy. I didn't even notice the buttplug was still in me as it felt so right to have it there. Isaak took me off from the sling and showered me, kissing me in between, telling me that I will get his cock soon. As we showered, I could only feel his hard pierced shaft resting on my back while he massaged me. He also had a Jacob's ladder which contained different quartz on each head. Breathtaking. After the shower, Isaak showed me a cage behind his bed that had a futon. He instructed me to now wear the pup hood and that my lesson is already starting. Unlike other set ups I've seen in porns, his seems to be comfortable, with velvet pillows. However, my original buttplug was then replaced by a tailed one and I was wearing knee pad to crawl for the rest of the night. "You will learn how to be a pub from 4 AM to 10 AM, then we'll extend the hours more. You're not just my pup, or my sub, you're my boy." I don't care what research I had planned to do that weekend for my thesis, Isaak's loft was my new home. I slept comfortably in my set up, with the hood and the tail in me. I see myself in the mirror from time to time in the cage, waiting for daddy to feed me but all I had was a bowl of water. Funnily enough, I wasn't even hungry, just thirsty. "Drink up, boy, you're going to need this a lot." I rested in the cage til the sun came up and by 10, Isaak let go of my restraints and only with my jock, we rested on his bed as he circled his finger on my hole. "Soon you'll get my cock, boy.. soon. Make the most out of the anticipation..." Despite us being together for the past 12 hours, never once did I had a chance to taste him or let his shaft in me. How potent it would be in my guts, converting me into part of his clan. I wonder how Yannick must have felt. Isaak then jumped from the bed and turned me on all fours. I was rimmed for the first time. Each nerve around my hole felt the caress of his tongue, penetrating in and out as the piercing popped in and out of my hole. How long his tongue was, slurping through every corner of my ass that he now calls cunt. I was shivering and couldn't believe it. He was devouring me as if it was his last meal. I could only maintain murmurs and moans as he rimmed me. "More of this coming soon. Let's go for your tattoo session now, boy. And let's try a different outfit." This time, bald and with my muscles being highlighted due to the lack of hair, I was wearing a pair of gym shorts with a fresh jock and a white tanktop. I had knee high socks and a pair of joggers that Isaak picked out. I looked as if I just came out of a football practice. Isaak on the other hand, had a baseball cap and a collared sports shirt. Now I see. He was coach and I was his boy. We paired perfectly to go about town. "First stop is the tattoo shop. Shall we?" Walking through midtown, with people starring at us felt amazing. We were well built, dressed in sports attire you'd find at a local high school, all tight and ready for the day. Isaak had his hand on my ass throughout the walk, squeezing it to remind him its his and sliding his finger in my hole from time to time. Making me lick his finger after when we cross at every intersection was his way to further entice me. We reached an alley that had a backdoor that lead to a basement. An neon sign had been hung at the door. X's Piercage & Tattouage. Entering, we had to walk through a hallway of fluorescent lights, and when we finally reach the end of it, we entered to find an industrial style kind of tattoo parlor with peculiar chairs. "This is Chris, guys. He's going to be my new boy." The two men who I gathered were Al and Vance, glanced at me and smirked, passing a remark to Isaak, Vance said "How long is this one going to last then huh, sak'? Is he, the next Yannick as you would say? Or the previous fags you've brought were never enough.. or right?" "I think they were never right. Are you goldilocks then?" Al asked facing me. "No I'm Chris." They both including Isaak laughed and consequently, Isaac cut his laughter to put his hand firmly on Vance's shoulder to say, "Don't mention that name again. Isn't it tired, making the same old joke all the time? What about you Vance? Where's your bitch? Oh yeah, stationed in Afghanistan or god knows where. And Al, does your wife still not know that you suck Vance's dick on the side or has she already forgotten about the buttplug in your shoebox?" Vance just chuckled while Al gave Isaak a side eye. "So what are we doing today?" Vance asked. "Well Vance, I think Chris has potential. Even more than the previous boys. He hasn't said No so far and he takes Tina like he's her long lost gay best friend. He didn't mind the shave, and now I think it's time to get some work done on him. The tits were already there, so you know he's open to more." "I can give him a guiche piercing today, and maybe a lorum one too. I don't think a PA would suit him." Al said as he began to go through his tools. "Now let me see your body" Vance held me and I could feel how soft his hands were. "Get on the chair now and make yourself comfortable." From what I gathered, the chair he was referring to seemed like a fuck bench that was upholstered in leather. It was platformed and I had to be on all fours. I was then secured again on each limbs. I guess this is something I had to get used to. Vance then began tracing on my back, while Al took out a pair of calipers to plan his piercing. Isaak then asked, "You want to get a new piercing, boy?" "Yes." "The ones Al said are good?" "Yes." Isaak then nodded to Al. The procedure was quick and numb. I now had an additional piece of metal in me. The coolness from the metal only made electrified me more. "So what are we doing on the permanent etch a sketch today?" "I have some ideas.." Isaak told Vance. I looked up to the display showing Vance's screen that Isaak was now using. Windows of traces and drawings of Barcode that signify Isaak owning me, logos of biohazard and scorpions, additional symbols drafts on my right ass cheek, slideshows pass and finally Isaak told me that sine we're starting slow, let's not do much. With that, Isaak pasted an outline of a barcode written ISAAK's BOY in between behind my neck. On my waist, where the band would usually cover, a stencil of the stencil "No loads refused" was put. "That will do for now." Isaak said as Vance started to rev up the ink machine. I couldn't wait to see how I looked like next. /To Be Continued/

I have a pa'd cock.. captured ball type, not as large as it is now but.. several years ago I was in Melbourne with work and spent some time at club 80 on the friday night. Was downstairs and fucked a boy bent over on a platform.. great fuck, blew and then pulled out. It felt odd and in the semi darkness felt down and I was missing the ball! Stopped the boy from leaving.. bent him over , planted two fingers in and was able to get the ball out. He said that he had felt something that was hurting him a bit , but had no idea what was causing it.. we both had a laugh about it.. swapped details and I had him again 3 months later. Now always make sure that the ball is tight when I go out.

I had gone to a gay bar in Louisville, which was a brand-new thing for me as 1) I had never cruised anyone anywhere and didn’t know the first thing about it, and 2) I don’t drink. How clueless was I, you ask? I brought a book to read, that’s how clueless. So I’m sitting there at a small round table in a corner with my idiot nose half-buried in a book, and this guy walks up to me and says, “Today is my birthday, and I really don’t want to spend it alone.” ”You shouldn’t have to,” I replied. He grinned, then said he lived not far away and would I mind coming to his apartment? I did, and he bred me three separate times that evening. We didn’t discuss who would bottom, he just took what he wanted, and I did what seemed very natural to me. The fuck was everything I had imagined it could be, and sort of cemented the direction I would go from then on. When we were done I let him know that I had been taken my gay virginity, but he didn’t seem to believe me. He had me back a couple more times before he had had enough of my ass and was ready to move on. Some people might ask what I thought of the fact that the first man who ever fucked me was black, if that contributes to me particularly enjoying servicing men of color. But honestly, when I think of him, all I think of was that it was his birthday, and he didn’t want to spend it alone. Either that or he had a good pick-up line. Note: The first guy who fucked me is not the same as the first guy who sucked me off, but that’s a completely different - and much stranger - story.

There is another concern to be aware of if you’re going to engage in heavy use. It’s not a question of what happens if you overstretch, but what happens if you tear. An unconditioned sphincter stretched too far too abruptly may be subject to tearing, leaving what is known as an anal fissure. The result isn’t that you can’t keep yourself from defecating - it’s that it becomes so excruciatingly painful to do so that you resist it and risk constipation. I had an anal fissure after having had a steel plug much too big for me shoved mercilessly up my cunt. It took surgery to repair. While I had it, any visit to the bathroom was nearly unendurable - some of the worst pain I’ve ever experienced. Not enough can be said to emphasize the need for slow, gradual, patient training in seasoning a hole to accept greater penetration.

My latest load... Taggedslut Breeding! There’s a local 26 yr old lad on Grindr who is fit as fuck. His pics show him in the gym in black t shirt, shorts and baseball cap with white nike socks. He’s clearly got a bf but it doesn’t stop him using me as his slut when he needs an anon cumdump to get off in. He’s just delivered his load and was particularly horny as he messaged me wanting me to get preloaded for him. He said he didn’t want to know who but wanted to find my cunt used, tagged as proof of use and full of cum. I quickly found a willing random who wanted to breed. It’s fucking hot knowing your taking a strangers load purely as lube. The 26 yr old waited until I confirmed I’d been bred then drove over. My hole had been left filled and plugged and that’s just how he found me. There’s no doubt I’m used as just his sleazy faggot when he needs to cheat on his bf. He unzipped his skinny ripped jeans and slapped his semi against the plug a few times. He paused to peel the jeans down his legs and he yanked the plug straight out. It must have been cum covered as he rubbed it over his now solid dick. Like me he’s a fellow popper freak so he grabbed em and placed the head of his dick at my cummy hole. He took a deep hit and pushed in. His full 8 inches filled my cunt as he treated me to a proper horny fucking. Most guys just want to get off, he was here for a work out! I moaned with pleasure and was told to, ‘shut the fuck up’! He fucked harder and deeper than he’d done before and I loved it. I was pinned to the bed as he totally creamed the strangers load inside me. Every time he was close he dropped the pace. He clearly needed to use a cumslut but was making the most of his cheating dick using my willing cunt. He took a deep hit and I knew he was ready to pump a load! I grabbed his throbbing dick with my ass muscles and his legs tensed up ready for a good hard pounding. I felt him take a deep breath and then the release. His hot cheating cum was being pumped into my creamed cunt and fuck did he shoot a hot load. He pulled out and grabbed the pen and tagged me as CUM SLUT, zipped up and left his load dribbling from my hole. Fucking horny as ever! GRINDR26.

Crew club is finally reopened after a long time being closed went there last night rented room cleaned up and laid on my stomach door open. There were a lot of tops who had built up frustration because in a few minutes I had a young Latino guy with his dick up my ass He blew his load deep in me in a few hours I had five dicks in my ass along with six loads great yo be open again

I was 10 and my first was my father. I knew that I wanted him and he was always very loving and gentle with me.

YES! I will kiss you. If he doesn't kiss, I will be disappointed no matter how good the dick is.

The weather was nice so I went to Cunningham Park. He was massaging his dick through his pants. I smiled back so we went to a area I like. He pulled out his dick I sucked it hard. He said he does not have condoms or lube. I say give it to me raw and just spit. For the next 10 minutes I was in heaven as his has a nice dick. When he shot his load in me he left ASAP I wanted to clean his dick. As I’m pulling up my pants another guy comes up with his dick out so I suck his. He bends me over the log and says I love to fuck a cunt that has a load in it. I was in heaven. I should have brought my butt plug to keep the loads as they were leaking out as I left.

Most embarrassing time during sex was just 2 months ago. on the start of the day i always do a deep anal shower clean so i can take cocks all day, had some loads during the day and kept the loads in because guys love to fuck in a filled cum ass. late on the evening a guy was texting me he had to unload his dick, so i let him come. after few minutes fucking i had the feeling that i was very full and said him to stop. he pulled his dick out and damn it was to late. his dick was covered with it. i was ashamed because that has never happened to me ever before. he cleaned his dick and couldn't finish the fuck in a dirty ass so he went out. half hour later on the chat he was saying that he loved my ass so much and he was irritated that he didn't unload yet. i had cleaned my ass out already during that time and told him. he lived nearby and immediately was coming back for the second time to finish the fuck. after he finally loaded me up we had to laugh about it 😂. but i really hope this will never happen again 😂

15 minutes from where I live in Amsterdam there’s this refugee centre with a small park behind it. Monday I decided to go there and see if there were some refugee guys hanging. I saw one guy smoking and I decided to say hi and we started talking a little, I could barely understand him though. A few minutes later I told him I would suck his dick if he wanted me to, something he did understand I saw he was hesitated so I walked to a more private space and sat down on my knees. He came up to me and I unzipped his pants. His dick was thick and hairy. I started deep throating him right away. I could tell he was looking around him to make sure no one would walk in, but at the same time I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. He grabbed my head and started throatfucking me hard and rough. He kept moaning louder and louder getting ready to cum but then I stopped, turned over and put down my pants. I was wearing a pink jockstrap and bend over to show him my my smooth pink hole. No hesitation this time, he sat down on his knees and started fucking my ass. I already had taken 2 loads earlier that day from a regular so my hole was nice and loose. He started fucking me super hard and rough right away. I tried not to moan as loud as I usually do. I think in less than a minute he shot his load in me. He pulled out and I told him “Thank you.” he laughed and said he had to go back inside. I gave him my number and tried telling him that if he wanted to unload or use a slut all he had to do was hit me up and I’d be on my way. Not sure if he understood me though, lol. But we’ll see! I walked in the park for another 20 minutes trying to get more cock but it didn’t happen, there was only one other guy texting on his phone. I’m definitely going back there more often to see if there’s more guys willing to use and breed me though. I think welcoming these real men here with an open mouth and hole is the least thing I could do! Will definitely keep you guys posted on hopefully more adventures to come there.

536 loads so far. At this rate, I may be able to break my 2020 tally of approximately 720 loads.

FWIW, I don't have an opinion on everything. I come to the ones I have after careful consideration. Apparently some people here think that the only opinions allowed to be expressed are those with which they agree, and any attempt to discuss or debate those opinions is met with hostility. Sad. Last I checked, the point of discussion boards was to... let me see... discuss things. Not a place to make self-congratulatory declarations that no one is allowed to question. But hey, you do you.

Was in a dom-sub relationship. Top was heavy into BDSM. Locked me in chastity for months. He had the filthiest mouth with an equally massive dick that utterly destroyed my insides. There were many times where I didn’t want to fuck because it just plain hurt. While fucking me (almost always from behind) he’d whisper in my ear that I’m just a worthless cunt and that my sissy boi-pussy is only good for emptying his balls and bladder in. He would often squeeze my balls to the point it felt like he was gonna crush them, or sometimes threatening to castrate me and he’d put rubber bands on my balls. But, he did teach me how to cum hands free thru p-spot orgasms. My prostate was constantly being stimulated with dildos, the fuck machine, p-spot stimulators, vibrating butt plugs, and of course his fingers and cock. In my head, I can still hear him growling at me, “Cum fo’ me, cum like a bitch! I wanna feel your pussy nut all over my dick! You ain’t a man no mo’, you a sissy ass boi with a busted up cunt!” We did have our moments, though, usually after a marathon fuck session. We’d be spooning in bed, him slow fucking me, and he’d ask me if I was comfortable taking it to the next level (i.e. castration, feminization, becoming his CD/T-Girl). He eventually let me go, but we kept in touch. I was even invited to his wedding. He found his dream girl, a beautiful Filipina trans-woman with a smoking hot body that he funded.

You will be find. I have had massive use at multi-day events like Fist Fest and Pig Week to the point I have to sleep on a towel at night because my hole is hanging open and leaking lube and cum, but after about a day, I am fine. I stay hosed out so I'm never really worried about an accident, since I don't really ever take a 'natural shit' anyways.

CH2 Alec woke up in a bed he was not familiar with, freaking out he tossed the sheets off. The memories of what he had did the other day coming back. He actually let a HIV positive man not only fuck him, but also cum in him, like 3 times. And he also drank piss? The worst part about this is that a part of him, enjoyed this. He shook his head and gets up, walking out of the room, not realizing he was naked. He had to just leave, he couldn't risk catching a bug. The city boy was able to make it to the kitchen before he felt big strong arms wrap around him from behind. "Awww well look who we have here, a cute little doe has wandered onto our ranch." Alec blushes and looks back, this guy had to have been at least 6'8, 240 pounds of a mostly muscular dad bod, and had a big ol lumber jack beard. Alec tried to not get turned on but both the appearance of the man, his warmth, and the fact that he had probably just finished working outside due to his scent, it all just turned him on, his tiny little cock got rock hard. The man smirks and leans down, kissing Alec on the neck. "So you're the boy that Kanan brought in, said you were finding work? Well Im Giralt, the owner of this here ranch. And me and the other men have been a bit pent up, due to us not being able to fuck anyone we want due to our gifts. So, we needed to hire a cute little bug chaser such as yourself to be our little cumdump." Alec's eyes widen. "Y...you're all poz? Wait hold on, I'm not a bug chaser! I uh, it was just a misunderstanding." Giralt chuckles and spanks Alec's ass, causing him to yelp and then moan softly. "Really? Well you already have 3 of Kanan's toxic loads swimming in your stomach, as well as drinking 5 of them down your throat as well as his piss? You may have the cutsie and innocent exterior but deep down you're a bug chasing pig" Giralt then exposes his cock, it was somehow bigger than Kanan's. He lines it up with Alec's hole. Alec tried to escape Giralt's grasp, but couldn't. Giralt then penetrates him all the way, but doesn't start pounding? Giralt chuckles and then says. "I have the most potent load here, guranteed to make you poz. So until you're certain you're a bug chaser or not, I wont poz you. Just need to put my dick somewhere warm for a bit while I-" Alec then feels something warm inside of him, Giralt was pissing inside of him. His eyes widen from how weird it felt at first but then he began to moans as it filled him completely. Giralt pulls out and sticks a buttplug into Alec to keep it inside of him. Alec then drops to his knees, looking at the cock that was just in him. He gives it a lick. Giralt smirks and lets Alec lick it. "Oh so piss turns you on too? Well I guess the boys here would love not only a place to dump all their toxic cum but also a public urinal. You naughty little pig." Giralt then thrusts his cock into Alec's mouth, face fucking him. His balls slap against Alec's chin. After about 30 minutes of this, and nearly dislocating Alec's jaw, Giralt announced "Im about to cum. Where do you want this load?" Alec pants, his pig side taking over. He takes out the buttplug, emptying the piss out of him. "I...I want you to breed me..." Giralt chuckles evilly. "Mmmm, I could do that, turn you into a little poz slut right now. But, not today, not when the request comes from being horny in the moment. I want your sexy little ass, waking me up and begging for me to poz you up. It'll be much sweeter that way". Alec blushes and looks away. "But, I need something in my ass...I need it" Giralt chuckles. "Well, I could fuck you a little, but then pull out when Im about to cum" Alec nods quickly and spreads his legs. Giralt chuckles "You might be getting pretty close to being the perfect breeding pig, I might be able to poz you in the near future" Giralt then penetrates Alec's ass, pounding into him roughly. Alec starts losing his mind, moaning like crazy. The two men kiss deeply as Giralt's highly toxic rod buried itself deeper and deeper into Alec's guts. Giralt managed to hold on for an impressive amount of time in Alec's soft, tight, breeding bitch boy ass, about an hour, causing Alec to cum like crazy. He then says "Im gonna cum, better let me pull out or I might have to breed you." Alec then screams out. "Dont pull out! Im nearly cumming again!" He wraps his legs around Giralt. Giralt chuckles and smirks. "Okay then, looks like im gonna have to breed you then,,," He then thrusts even harder, with the sole intention to breed Alec with his toxic cum, making sure to try and cause some tearing inside so the virus could try to take in easier. He wraps his hands around Alec's neck, choking him as they bred together. And eventually, Giralt pumps a huge and sticky toxic load into Alec. Alec moans and looks up at Giralt. "M...more,,, Give me more poz cum,,," Giralt smirks and picks up Alec. "You're lucky that im the only one on the ranch right now boy, because that means I wont have to share you yet. We'll keep fucking some more." He then takes him to the bed room. Alec is lied on the bed, he looks up to Giralt. "So, what happens if your loads dont poz me?" He asks curiously. Giralt then chuckles. "Then I have a last solution if both my cum and the twins cum don't work. Don't worry your sweet little head, Im sure you'll enjoy it if we have to get to that point" Giralt then starts to finger Alec's ass, scraping the inside of it with his fingernails, then proceeding to fuck him again, kissing him on the cheek. "Good boy, you made the right decision coming here."

This picture says it all… Democrats will treat you as their equal, while to the vast majority (98.6%) of Republicans you are a second class citizen.

Oh and looky: the guy who says he can't stand to read about politics is back in the politics forum downvoting things instead of, you know, being an adult and staying the fuck out of an area that allegedly doesn't interest him. How sad a life one has to live, to seek out stuff that's already helpfully segregated away from other info PRECISELY so that it can be avoided if you don't like the topic - just for the purpose of downvoting people.

Every time some snot-nosed GOP apologist queer tries to tell me that Republicans aren't opposed to gay people's rights any more, and we should be more concerned about things like rich people's taxes, I'd love to print this out, roll it up, and shove it up their asses. The only reason there's only 206 and not 208 Republicans voting against the bill is that two of them are dead and can't vote. There's also a single vacancy on the Democratic side, for a member who left to join the Biden administration, but I can assure you his successor (whoever it ends up being) would have voted for the bill.

Awesome writing and wicked hot story bro. I can't get through the first chapter without blowing a huge load

damn would love to join a fuck club like this......................

Dude...where's Pt. 2. My bone is hard and waiting to hear the 'details' of the audition.

Here's Part II of at least III... My boy and I sat sipping our cocktails as if nothing was out of the ordinary. In truth, we were about to be 'auditioned' for participation in the Bare Fuck Club. Two strangers were coming over to see if we had what it takes to become members. In the days leading up to this, my boy sprung wood every time I brought it up. I had fucked him hard as he begged for my load, telling me how much I was going to love watch other guys breed him. So, there we sat, eager and waiting. I suspected one or both of these guys might try to fuck my boy, or me, or both of us. Right on time, the doorbell rang, and my boy jumped up to answer. He threw open the door and his jaw dropped as he stared at the strangers on our porch. The older of the two men extended his hand and introduced himself. “I'm Brent, and this is Sam. We're here to speak to you about membership in our club.” My boy nodded silently and invited them in. Brent was about 6'-2”, probably early 50s, with salt-and-pepper greying temples, dark brown hair and eyes, and a powerful frame barely contained in a well-tailored three-piece suit. Sam was mid-20s, and very butch, with buzzed dirty blond hair and a closely-trimmed beard. He was wearing tight jeans tucked into shiny black boots with a nice collared shirt and a blazer. We sat them down on the sofa and offered them a drink. While my boy excused himself to mix two Manhattans, Brent started telling me about the Club. “A bunch of guys have been getting together regularly for over ten years now. We've been inducting new members as guys move on or get too sick to play. There might be ten guys at a meeting, or there might be twenty, depending on the season and their schedules.” My boy reappeared with the drinks. Brent went on. “The rules are simple. There are no tops or bottoms. Of course some guys mostly top, and some guys mostly bottom, but there's no getting away from taking a load every so often.” Sam took over the narrative, “Like me, for instance. I love fucking a cummy hole as much as the next guy, but how could I ever turn down Brent's load?” He chuckled. Their banter sort of reminded me of smooth-talking car salesmen, only really sexy and really dirty car salesmen. Brent opened his briefcase and took out two clipboards, handing one to Sam. Brent smiled at my boy and said, “I hear you've been taking Joe's loads?” My boy nervously cleared his throat. “Yes. That's right.” “You'll remember his tattoo. Some guys in our Club have their status plainly visible, but most do not.” “Um hmmm.” “And how long have you been taking raw loads?” My boy blushed and hesitated. Sam smiled and leaned forward, putting his hand on my boy's knee. “Look. If you guys want to join, you've got to be totally honest and upfront with each other... and with us...” My boy coughed a little and looked over at me. “Well, we've been together seven years. About three or four years ago, I hooked up with a friend while my boyfriend was out of town. I didn't tell him, and the secrecy made it hotter. I've probably fooled around with another guy every three months or so since then.” Brent made a notation on his clipboad, asking, “And did they all fuck you raw?” “Well, no, not at first. Okay, maybe every so often, I'd get caught up in the moment and let someone breed me.” Brent interrupted, “And how did that happen?” “Well, once, I let a guy take the condom off because he couldn't stay hard with it on.” Sam smiled, “Once?” “Well, more than once.” “And how did taking their loads behind your boyfriend's back make you feel?” “SO dirty... and so sexy.” “So you've taken, how many loads would you say in the past five years?” Brent asked. “Dozens. And I always felt guilty about it, but I was so hungry for cum I just couldn't stop.” Brent turned to me, asking, “And how did you find out that your boyfriend was cheating on you?” Now it was my turn to clear my throat. “I came home once early from a business trip, and saw my boy kissing a hot stranger on our porch as I drove up. I circled the block wondering what to make of what I had just seen. When I parked in the driveway, the guy's car was gone, and my boy was in the shower. I found opened condom wrappers in the bedroom trashcan. It sort of turned me on, so I got in the shower and fucked him.” “Bare?” Brent asked. “Yeah. We've always fucked bare.” “And you assumed you were the only guy fucking him bare?” “Well, yes...,” I started. Sam smiled saying, “Listen, anyone who will take one guy's raw load will take anyone's raw load.” He went on, “And you've cheated on your boyfriend too, am I right?” “Yeah, but only with condoms.” “Always?” “Well, almost always.” “Aha! Now we're getting somewhere!” Sam started making notes on his clipboard. “And how did that happen?” “Well, I travel a lot for work, and I was out of town for a month on a big project. One night in the hotel bar, this really cute frat boy somehow convinced me to buy him a drink. One drink turned into several as he told me about his girlfriend, and their problems. After the fourth or so beer, he somehow invited himself back to my room, and somehow, he wound up bouncing up and down on my dick. It all happened so fast.” “And did you breed him?” “I did breed him.” Sam made a note of that. Brent cross-examined me, “And how did you feel watching your boyfriend take Joe's cum?” “Fucking hot!” I smiled, adding "It was so sexy seeing him give over to his inner cumlust!” “Did it bother you that he hadn't told you about taking stranger's cum sooner?” “Well, maybe, but now it's out in the open.” “And are you prepared to see him take more cum?” I hesitated... “I think so...” “You've got to be sure,” Brent said, “for instance, would you be okay watching him take my load?” “And/or mine,” Sam interjected. “I would be okay with that,” I answered. Sam smiled at me and my boy, “Tonight?” “Any night,” I honestly responded. Brent wrote something down. “And would it bother you to know that one of us might be POZ?” “No,” I answered, remembering what Joe had said. “If my boy takes raw cock, he's going to get some POZ cum in his hole sooner or later.” Brent nodded and wrote that down. Sam asked my boy, “And would you be okay knowing your boyfriend might also take POZ cock?” My boyfriend nodded saying, “Yes. I've always fantasized about watching him bottom!” I had fantasized about that too, but I thought it so strange that we were having this conversation for the first time in front of two strangers, at least one of whom was likely to be POZ, and was also likely to fuck my boy bare that very night. It was Brent's turn to question me. “And would you also be okay taking POZ loads?” “Well, it's bound to happen sooner or later if we join the Club, so yeah. I think I could take a POZ load.” My boy seemed to let out a gasp of relief. Brent turned back to my boy saying, “And am I correct in assuming that you would also be alright with that?” “Oh fuck yes!” he said without hesitation. Sam noted my boy's response and adjusted the growing bulge in his jeans as he asked me, “So I know you've come to grips with your boy taking raw loads with you out of the picture, and Joe tells me you loved watching him take his load. How do you think you would feel getting fucked with your boy watching?” I thought for a moment before replying, “It would make me so hot.” Sam continued, “And what if you were both getting fucked at the same time?” “That would be great.” “What if he was getting fucked alone while you were unaware. Would that upset you?” “Not if I knew about it afterwards.” Brent asked my boy the same question. My boy grabbed my hand and responded right away, “I would love to know he was getting fucked and filled with cum, even if I wasn't there to see it.” He took my hand and thrust it into his crotch. Brent made note of that and spread his knees so that my boy and I could both see an impressive hard-on snaking down his left leg. Brent looked directly at my boy as he reached for his cock, stroking it through his trousers. “I think that wraps it up for the joint portion of tonight's audition.” He then looked at me, “I'd like to have a few minutes alone with your boy for the next line of questioning.” I agreed and my boy led Brent up the stairs to our bedroom... To be continued...