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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!!!

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.

Yes there were so many place to do things and the piers on Friday & Saturday by Christopher st were amazing in the summer.

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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 got up late that day. It had been a long night and I needed the rest from my last client and the sun was already going down. “Shit,” I moaned. Checking my messages, I quickly glanced through the messages until I saw the subject line from him... “Looking for a full weekend.” It got my attention and I quickly opened it.... “Hey fucker... been thinking about the last time and would definitely like to book a full weekend with you for the weekend of the 21st. Let me know if you’re available. I’ll make it worth your while.” He signed it... Daddy. I smiled to myself while I let my hand wander down to my morning wood, well in my case late afternoon wood. I had been seeing him every couple of months for a year now and somehow, I always ended up giving him some extra time ‘cause I really enjoyed our time together... Hell, sometimes I felt like I should be paying him. I quickly sent off the reply... “Fuck yeah... I’ll make it work. See ya then.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That first time, we made arrangements to meet up at one of the downtown hotel bars and then head up to his room. Max had just turned 40 and wanted something special to celebrate...me. Walking into the bar, I looked around and saw his handsome face smiling at me. I held my breath for a second as I gazed at Max, at least that was the name he had given me. Walking towards him, my new client grasped one of the two tumblers of deep amber scotch. "Fuck, boy,” he grinned taking a sip of his drink, “Happy fucking birthday to me.” Staring directly into his green eyes, I lifted the other one. “Fuck, yes,” and took a sip, relishing in the smokey flavor and aroma... the fruity and honeyed rich taste filled my mouth. Maintaining eye contact, we continued sipping as the sexual tension between us increased. Glancing down, I placed my glass on the counter and my eyes went directly to his cock snaking down his left pant leg. I smiled. “Fucker,” my client snarled, turned and walked away. Not knowing what happened, I quickly gulped down the remainder of my drink and followed, attempting to catch up. Never looking back to see if I was following, he continued across the bar through the hotel lobby to the elevators. The doors opened and he stood facing me while he pushed the button to what I assumed was his floor. Seeing the doors closing, I quickly ran in, barely making it. There was no expression in his face and we stood face to face, my ass against the closed doors. “Tell me,” I asked cockily. “What made you think that I would follow after you fucking just left me there.” He stood there for a minute and tilted his head. “Cause fucker, I saw the breath you took when you saw me. Besides, I expect my whore to work for it.” I lowered my eyes and quickly responded, “Yes Sir.” “Shit,” I thought, “Where the fuck did that come from?” We continued up the floors, my gaze fixed on this tented crotch. After a bit, the doors opened and I stepped backwards out onto the floor, never taking my eyes off the outline of his cock against the crotch of his pants. Grabbing my shoulders with both hands, Max turned me around and led me down the hall until we stood before the door to his room. Handing me the key, he ordered me to open the door and strip. I opened the door and smiled at the sight of a grand suite. Walking to the center of the living room, I removed my clothes, carefully placing them next to me. “Good boy,” he growled and sat on the plush sofa. Still watching me, he reached behind and produced a well-packed pipe and lit the torch, inhaling deeply. He motioned down to his crotch as the thick white cloud slowly escaped through his nostrils. “Feed boy.” I slowly dropped to my knees and moved forward on all fours, not yet realizing how I had already submitted to this man. His legs widened and I moved to service him. “No fucker,” he calmly stated exhaling another cloud. I didn’t understand and looked at him questioningly until he moved the pipe to me and placed my lips against the warm stem. Hearing the sound of the torch, I prepared myself and inhaled as the white shards began to glow from the intense heat. The warmth of the T filled my lungs and moved throughout my body. “Another, whore.” I smiled and obeyed, my body quickly reacting to the chems. My hunger for cock took over and I slowly unzipped his fly while he took another hit off the pipe. The thick veined shaft escaped its confinement and sprang against my lips. Taking a deep whiff of his musky crotch, I released his massive cum filled balls and marveled at the beauty I held in my hands as the deep purple cock head throbbed against my lips. Instinctively, my tongue moved to the piss slit leaking the sweet nectar of pre-cum and my lips sealed around his throbbing cock. “Goddamn fucker!” Max groaned, taking hold of my ears and pulled me into his crotch. I felt every vein covered inch slide over my tongue and deeper into my mouth until it rested down my throat and my nose was buried in his pubes. “That’s it fucker, that’s a good whore.” I stayed there, the chems filling my body with hunger as I focused on servicing cock. Continuing to hold my head against his crotch, his fingers began to stroke my ears and the desire to serve this man filled my mind. To this day, I don’t remember how long I was on his cock that first time. I only know that I felt like I could be like that forever... I was home. “Off you go fucker. Time for me to use that cunt.” Slowly, I felt his cock escape my mouth and I let out a quiet whimper which again surprised me. He chuckled handing me the pipe and torch. “Go on, have at.” Grabbing the pipe, I lit the torch and inhaled as he stood and walked through the entrance of the bedroom. Standing at the foot of the bed, he began to undress. “You hungry for my cock, whore? Beg for it.” Taking a final hit, I placed the pipe and torch on the side table and began to crawl to him keeping my eye on him. The last of his clothes fell to the floor and I remained at the doorway, waiting to be allowed in. “Please Sir, I need your cock.” I begged. He stood there... legs spread, allowing his throbbing 9-inch cock to seemingly beckon me. My eyes took in his solid build with well-defined pecs. His body was covered in a fine dusting of ginger hair that matched his head and beard which stood out from his pale skin. “That cunt hungry whore?” he snarled, “Answer me!” On hearing him, I hesitated and looked directly at him. “YYYes Sir?” His gaze darkened at my questioning answer. “Yeah fucker... a cunt. I’m paying for a cunt.” I didn’t know if it was the manner in which he treated me, if it was the clouds or if it was a combination of the two, but I lowered my eyes to his cock. I unconsciously nodded and correctly repeated my previous statement. “Yes Sir. My cunt’s hungry for your cock.” He smiled and ordered me into the room. I slowly moved my way to him, keeping my eyes directly on the cock that would soon be filling me. Reaching him, I leaned back on my haunches. “Please, I need it,” I whimpered. He nodded approvingly and placed his powerful hands on my shoulders, pushing me back down onto my knees. Moving behind me, he took hold of my ass cheeks and spread them exposing my cunt. “Fuck yes... a nice tight cunt,” he complemented me while his fingers explored. I began pushing back onto his fingers wanting to feel him inside me, my cunt opening against his eager fingers. Feeling his fingers exploring the walls of my cunt, I clenched. Laughing at my eagerness, he slowly removed his fingers and leaned over me. I grew excited, anticipating his cock. “Easy whore,” he chuckled placing his fingers at my lips. “You’ll need to learn to clean up after I’m in you.” Gripping the digits that had just been inside of me in my mouth, I moaned, the musky slime filled my mouth. I proceed to clean them. Slipping his fingers from my mouth, Max wiped them on my back and positioned himself at my cunt. “Push back whore,” he ordered, “Work for my cock and earn your pay.” Pushing back onto his cock, I gasped as his cock invaded my cunt. Once the head was in, he gave a short grunt and I slowly eased myself down to the root. “Christ!” I moaned, feeling his cock stretch me out... his pubes scratching against my ass cheeks. I pulled out slightly and thrust myself onto the shaft, trying to settle into a rhythm going up and down the 9 inches I had just taken. My desire for the cock increased and picked up speed and rapidly fucked myself. “That’s it fucker!” Max yelled falling on my sweaty back. Reaching under me, he held my pecs to steady himself. Continuing to milk his cock, his hands moved to my hard tits and pinched them. “Shit yeah!” I yelled, feeling the connection between my tits and my cunt come to life. The sound of our grunts and moans filled the hotel room. “Don’t fucking worry, whore...make all the fucking noise you want,” he laughed. “I’m paying enough for this room to have a full orchestra in here to serenade us.” My movements became more urgent. My cunt needed to be fed. My hips pummeled against his crotch as I struggled to breathe and I felt my cunt spasm. “OH FUCK!” I yelled feeling his cock thicken even more and release a thick load of cum into my cunt. Echoing my yell, Max fell on my back. We remained there, Max on top of my while my still hard cock lay against my abs underneath me. “Damn,” he said, rolling off of me and wrapping himself in a terry-cloth robe. Remaining on the floor, I watched him move to the safe and open it. Grabbing a handful of bills, he walked over to me and threw them on my sweaty crotch. I looked at the bills surrounding my still hard cock and glanced up. “I didn’t pay for you to get off whore,” he said menacingly and sat on the sofa. I nodded, gathered up the bills and hurriedly dressed. Sticking the bills in my pocket, I checked my appearance in the hall mirror and made my way to the door and opened it. “Hey,” Max called out. “I’ll call you again, whore.” I smiled and answered. “Please do Sir,” and walked out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The time flew by with other clients but anticipation of my next session with Daddy was always it the back of my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I can play with the best of them... top, bottom, vers. The day of our session, I hit the gym hard in preparation. After showering, I strolled back to my locker. I grabbed my underwear and then a thought occurred. Throwing my underwear in my duffle bag, I pulled out my jockstrap and sniffed. “Perfect,” I smiled, remembering how Daddy liked my cunt framed in a ripe jock. I finished dressing and grabbed my phone and checked my messages. My cock jumped seeing Daddy’s name. He had sent me an address and told me that I was to pick up a package for our date later that night. “Motherfucker... I thought. What the fuck is this about?” I was hesitant but he was a good client and paid well. I messaged back asking what the package was. Sure, our sessions included chemsex; but it was understood that everything would be supplied by him. “Nothing like that. You’re expect there at 6pm,” he responded and I agreed then headed out to run errands and home for a bit of a nap. I awoke about 4 and headed to the shower and soaped down. Taking the razor, I smoothed out the skin on my pumped pecs and shaved away the stubble. Enjoying the smoothness of my skin, I continued on making sure not a remnant remained below my neck... it was part of the deal; Daddy wanted his whore smooth. Next, my hand moved to my cunt and carefully worked the soap around my cunt lips and proceeded to check for any missed spots. Feeling smoothness, I grabbed the shower shot and slowly inserted it. Closing my eyes, I felt the flow of warm water flow into my cunt and fill me. When I couldn’t take anymore, I turned off the flow and held it. Breathing deeply, I concentrated on the fullness of my cunt. Releasing the contents down the drain, I repeated the ritual until I was clean. Again soaping my now smooth body, my hands moved down to my smooth cock and balls and stroked myself to a hardon. “Fuck,” I stopped, remembering that I wasn’t allowed to cum before my sessions with Daddy. I rinsed and dried off. Walking to the full-length mirror, I stood before there and checked myself out, my grey eyes looking back at me. At 195 lbs and a muscular 6’4”, I stood out whenever I was. Grazing the buzzed black hair on my scalp, I smiled. “Perfect!” My hands moved to my pecs, again feeling the shaved mound of flesh beneath them. My fingers slowly spread over my hardening tits, causing me cock to jump. Moving my hands down to my abs, I felt the hard ridges and made my way down to my crotch. Taking hold of my sac with my left hand, I felt the two cum filled balls within them. I couldn’t resist anymore; I took my now hard 8-inch cock in my right hand and gripped it tightly and began to stroke it. Gripping my sac tighter, I pulled it down and increased the pressure of my grip. In the back of my mind, I could see Daddy anger at what I was doing, but I ignored it and my cock exploded with an eruption of cum splattering against the mirror. Composing myself, I grabbed my ripe jock and put it on. “FUCK!” I thought, wondering what the consequences of this would be. I made my way to the kitchen and fixed myself something light to eat then threw on a tshirt, jeans and pair of sneakers and headed to the address. It was a nondescript building in the industrial area of town. Walking in, I hesitated... it was full of all kinds of fetish wear... there was a rack of jockstraps... regular jockstraps... rubber ones... leather ones right as I walked in. I continued on looking for the sales counter. Hearing a voice coming from the back room, I turned and saw source of the sexy voice. “Hey... can I help you?” Clearing the doorway, he stopped and allowed me to get a view of him. I stood there watching him approach me with a confident gait. Unconsciously, I took a step back to get a better look at him. Normally, I’m not into the whole scene but shit... this guy was hot. I stood there looking at him smiling at me. He couldn’t have been more than 20, if that. The booted boy stood there wearing nothing but a jockstrap and leather collar. My eyes worked down his muscled body accentuated by the complete smoothness of his body. It was obvious that he spent hours in the gym and I began to wonder which gym since I had never seen him at mine. My eyes moved past the thick rings in his tits and continued down until they landed on the packed pouch between his legs. Quickly inhaling, I looked up into his smiling blue eyes. “Uh... uhh... yeah... I’m supposed to pick up a package,” I stuttered. Without a word, he turned towards the counter and I watched his ass muscles tighten as he walked. I could have sworn he was doing it on purpose. Reaching the counter, he smiled... “Come on Kyle. I’ve got your package back here,” he laughed and gave me a wink. I quickly looked around and at the front door. “Don’t worry. I locked the door the moment you walked in,” he said, motioning me towards him. Surprised he knew my name, I slowly walked towards him while he reached over the counter for a pair of keys and I caught a glimpse of his plugged hole. Holding the keys in his hand, he motioned me to follow him into the back room.

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

I’m not going to give away where exactly this happened. Small town Italy, the guy probably is closeted and flying as far under the radar as possible. Just picture a hot sunny summer day, a sleepy little small town square, and me – hungry and thirsty from a long, tough morning of cycling the hilly countryside – settling down at an outdoor table of a sidewalk café for lunch – a café which is more than half empty. The server soon set me up with some food, a glass of wine, and a big bottle of water. I was halfway done with my meal when something happened that made my neck swivel very quickly. That’s when this Italian wet dream man walked slowly right past my table into the indoor bar area. Classic Italian good looks – olive skin, curly black hair, lean hard body, clearly visible through a skin-tight t-shirt and a pair of hip-hugging pants that looked painted on. The bulge was enticing, the butt downright tempting. My dick twitched in my cycle shorts and started to grow with just that one glance. But first things first, I was still thirsty and hungry. And anyway, he didn’t reappear after he slipped inside. Probably busy knocking back a drink and flirting with the girl who had waited on me. I finished eating, and as I was sipping the last of the water, he appeared again at the far door and lit a cigarette. As he took his first puff, his eyes locked with mine. To anyone else watching, it might have appeared innocent, but there was no way I could mistake the gesture as he slid his hand down and adjusted himself in his tight pants. I waited about 30 seconds, and then oh-so-casually got up and sauntered inside to find the toilet. Inside the tiny men’s room, I peeled down my bike shorts and pulled out my growing dick. A bit difficult to piss with what I had in mind, but I managed to get the stream going all right. Then the door opened, and he was standing right beside me, pulling his meat out and looking down at mine as he began to piss. I waited no longer. I put my hand on his butt and gave it a squeeze. He smiled at me and licked his lips. After we both finished pissing, he grabbed my hand and wrote an address on it – then left the men’s room quickly. I adjusted myself as best I could, went out to pay my bill, and then grabbed my phone and looked him up. Just 2 blocks away, and I hopped on my bike and shot over there – coming around the corner just as he reached the door and turned to see me rolling up. He was waiting to let me into the old building, and to lead me up the stairs to his apartment on the second floor up. All the way I was feasting my eyes on that beautiful ass that I was about to make my own. As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, he pushed right up against me and ground his crotch against mine as he mashed his mouth onto my face and thrust his tongue between my lips. Man, this Italian guy was hot as a firecracker and really ready to take me on! I reached around, grabbed his ass and began kneading it through his tight pants. I could actually feel his dick getting bigger and harder against mine with each beat of his pulse. He dropped to his knees and forced his face into the bulge in my shorts. He soon had my dick leaking a steady stream of precum, my juice soaking into the material of my shorts. But it was time for me to get a taste of him. I reached under his armpits and pulled him up again. In no time, I had his t-shirt off and his pants undone, and then bent him over and forced my face into his tight butt crack, my tongue probing for his hole. The musky scent from deep inside his ass made my cock jump again and again. I tore myself away from him, peeled my cycling jersey up and over my head, and my bib shorts down to the floor so I could kick them off. Then back into his crack I dove. I pushed him down onto the sofa on all fours and really went to town on his tight hole, until I had him moaning and squealing with each thrust of my tongue. Then, my favourite moment: the moment when a good bottom’s hole suddenly relaxes and blooms, ready for my big tool to fix whatever’s wrong inside there. I stood up, spit on his hole once and my hand twice, stroked my cock with it, and then nudged the bare tip against his tight ass and began to lean on him. He dropped right down onto his belly and lifted his ass into the air, all in one second, and the head of my hard cock popped inside his hole like magic. He moaned even louder and began trying to back up onto me. I leaned; he pushed. In next to no time, I felt my low-hanging balls come to rest against his taint, and knew I was all the way into him – 8½ inches of all the way. I’d love to tell you all about how I ravaged his ass for three hours and dumped sixteen loads inside him, but that would be stretching the truth even more than my big meat was stretching his hole. This guy was so tight that it felt like I had taken his cherry, but his talented stroking of my cock with his muscles made it plain that he had been there more than a few times and knew just how to make a top feel good. It took me only seconds to work up from the first slow in-and-out motions to the point where I was pounding his hole furiously, my balls slapping hard against him, and his loud moaning and inarticulate cries were driving me at top speed towards the finish line. All at once, I felt the regular rhythm of his ass muscles deteriorate into uncontrolled spasms – which quickly yanked my load up out of my balls and sent it rocketing into his colon, at the same time as his sperm spurted out all over his sofa. I was nowhere near finished, and neither was he. I lay flat on top of him as my breathing returned to normal, but his ass went right back to milking me and kept my dick rock-hard in his hole. Before long, I started slowly pumping again and his moans and sighs of satisfaction said it all, from his point of view. Having come once, fast, I was now ready for a longer session. I stroked him deep and shallow, going from teasing his ring with the head to plumbing the depths with the whole shaft. I fucked fast; I fucked slow. I took him through all the basic positions, and a few extras that didn’t get into many of the sex manuals. From time to time, I shot some more spit onto my dick to keep the fun going. After about half an hour of this second fuck, he began panting and I knew he was close to coming. So I rolled him onto his back, picked up the speed, concentrated on the warm feel of my own seed around my cockhead inside his slick channel, and in just a few more seconds I was ready to shoot. I started to warn him, and got as far as shouting, “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna…” when his cock lifted off his belly and machine-gunned his face and chest with shot after shot of his mancream. That sight set me off (it always does) and I blasted a second load of my fuckjuices deep into his guts. We lay there kissing and cuddling for another half hour or so, and then I got up, dressed and left. We did exchange phone numbers and names, but I honestly never expected to see Franco again. Fast forward two weeks. End of my holiday, I went for a few days of R & R at Sitges before heading home to get back to the grind. The day I arrived, I was lying out on the beach, grabbing some rays, when I felt a shadow fall across me. I opened my eyes and looked up. The long, lean body of the guy looking down at me was familiar, the tiny, tight speedo grabbing my attention at first. Then I took a second look and recognized Franco. I pulled off my mirrored shades and watched as his face lit up. Ten minutes later we were back in my room, his speedo was on the floor, mine was already wet with precum, and my face was buried deep in that tempting ass again. My R & R turned out to be not so restful or relaxing after all. We spent the next 4 days together, most of it “together.” That’s when I planted the other 14 loads far up inside his tight, hot fuckhole – not to mention several more loads of sperm that I pumped into his mouth and down his throat.

The actual next entry, The Watcher, contains moments of straight sex observed. Not sure if I can mix thing on a blog on this site--I will just give a link to those who might care: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/the-watcher.html Louisville—May, 2021 Keshawn, he of that glorious ass and massive dick, let me know that he was holding a birthday party for himself in Louisville. He was inviting some of his favorite (and vaccinated) men for an all out hotel orgy to celebrate the day. Could I come? I barely had to think. Of course I would go. I was more than ready for something like this. I booked a room at another hotel across the river for my overnight. On the day, I got to town early. I napped at my deserted motel and just before the appointed time drove across the river and found his much bigger—and more highly occupied—hotel. I waited forever for an elevator as they were being very strict about how many people were in each car. I eventually made it up—and knocked… Keshawn lets me in. There are easily a dozen men, all clothed and masked, in the room. They are watching the enormous television and having a drink, sipping carefully around the face coverings. I feel like they are all waiting for me. It is a lovely diverse lot of men: in body type, in age, in color, in kink level. We chat. I open my bottle of water. I am actually feeling a little ill at ease as they all seem to know each other. One more man arrives—and it’s the cue to strip. The great equalizer. Off come the clothes and the masks. I have a man kneeling in front of me before I can get my leather cuff on. I have opted for a brand new jock, boots and my wrist cuff. The man sucking me moves on. I kneel and give warm up head to hot Latino daddy. Men are everywhere on the two beds and on the surrounding floor. Everyone seems to have a strong oral side. There is a lot of back and forth. I look at two young men, both on their knees, sharing the dick of a man who is likely older than their combined ages. It’s a great vibe. I watch Keshawn, lying on the bed, as his cock is sucked by a heavier, older white guy. I go towards them. The older guy moves around, squatting over that big dick and lowers himself slowly onto it. I love seeing the ebony shaft disappearing into his pale, white ass. I go over, kneel and begin to lick Keshawn’s balls. Soon I am tonguing the shaft as it comes out of this guy’s ass. Keshawn pulls him down, so they are chest to chest. I lick the full length of that hot cock, while only the thick head is still buried in the man. The head plops out eventually, so I suck his cock—and then work it back into the man, using my spit for lube. Keshawn announces he wants my dick. We move around the bed so he can continue to fuck the big guy—and I can fuck Keshawn. This works well. I have had him in this position any number of times. I stand still and let him impale himself on me and then he fucks into the guy still on the bed. Eventually, we vary it by letting the guy suck the ass juice off of Keshawn—and I take a turn up the white guy. This man’s hole is hot, wet and squeezes anything invading him. A good fuck. And one we both return to countless times over the night. * I have moved around the bed. I have two younger men on my dick. Well, one is on my dick and the other my balls. The guy sucking me is Latino and very handsome. The ballsucker is average, thin, white, blond and cute. And he has bottomed for the man sucking me. I can’t wait to taste his ass. As they both come up for air, I go to my knees and begin rimming the blond, turning his hips so he takes the Latino in his mouth. I love how fluid we all are…for soon the Latino joins me on the floor and we take turns tongue fucking this boy. Then we take turns fucking him with our dripping dicks. I drop back to my knees as he fucks him first. I make it clear, that I want him to pull out of the Blond and fuck my mouth. He gets it. He does it. And pushes right back into the ass, with a satisfied groan. When it’s my turn to fuck, the Latino goes to his knees, expecting the same treatment. I love pulling out, letting him clean me off and pushing back between the Blond’s swollen ass lips. We change off, each of us fucking the blond once more—before Keshawn approaches and splits the Blond’s ass all but in two. The Latino and I stay on our knees and take turns cleaning Keshawn’s gorgeous cock. * I have a very intimate moment with a much older Latino. He has been fucking all the available hole. His dick isn’t big, but has a delicious looking thick foreskin. He stands, leaning against the wall as I clean his cock of precum and ass jizz. He both zone out and forget the rest of the room for about 10 minutes… * I am sprawled on the bed. I have asked a freshly fucked man to ride my tongue. He is planted on my face. Someone has gone from sucking my cock to riding it. The man on my tongue is squirming and moaning…and leaking a load onto my tongue. I tongue fuck as hard as I can, enjoying all the juices he drips into my mouth. Finally, his legs give out and he moves off me. I see it is Keshawn riding my dick. He leans down to my face and whispers—“I want you to meet my friend.” I nod and he gets me. We don’t have far to go—just to the other bed. I had seen him from the first moment I walked in. He is the handsomest man in the room, where there are a number of contenders. He is around the same age as Keshawn, He is muscled—with a harness showing off the definition. His dark skin literally glows. He is well hung and has been topping every man who wants his large cock. I am introduced with “This is the guy from Michigan I told you about.” The handsome one smiles—and hefts my cock, letting out an appreciative breath. He kneels, as does Keshawn. They share my cock back and forth. Soon, Keshawn stands up—and now the handsome one has me and Keshawn’s monster slapping at his face. I pull out and go to the floor and take the handsome one to the root as Keshawn fucks his mouth. Soon, we trade off on fucking Keshawn. At some point in our rotation of going from his ass to his mouth, Keshawn tells his friend: “You should let him fuck you.” There is momentary pause, then Handsome one pulls out of Keshawn’s ass and bends over the foot of the bed. “Go easy,” he mumbles. I kneel and get my first taste of his ass. Keshawn spreads the Handsome One’s cheeks so I can tongue him deeper. I spit and tongue and poke—making the man beg for my dick. “Fuck me, stud…” he mumbles into the bedspread. I stand up and enter him. I get three inches into him. Keshawn kneels and pulls my cock out of his ass, licks it and spits a bigger gob of spit back on it. I now sink halfway in. The Handsome One groans. I reach under him, touch his cock and get a handful of pre-cum. Again I pull out and let Keshawn taste his friend. I rub the pre-cum in with the spit…and glide into the willing ass. Keshawn now squirms under me and is there to lick my balls as I fuck his friend. It’s not a long fuck—but an incredibly satisfying one. Soon enough he asks me to stop so he can fuck Keshawn. This time I eat his freshly fucked hole on the each backstroke. He loves this. He fucks him harder and harder—and slams back each time onto my pointed tongue. “I want to taste your hole”—he announces to the room. I am tossed on my back on the bed. Keshawn holds my legs—and sits on my face. I feel the wet tongue of the Handsome One explore my hairy crack. When he has had his fill, he tells Keshawn to get off my face—he has to kiss me. It is an incredibly hot kiss—the taste of all our asses on each other’s tongues—for Keshawn is right there—all three mouths sharing and exploring… * When I come back to earth, I notice a couple more men have arrived. I am thinking we are around 16 now. Soon enough, I have had some sort of sexual contact with almost everyone in the room. Men are beginning to shoot—down throats or in asses. The Handsome One breeds a regular fuck bud of his. I am there to felch and share with the bottom. I know I want to breed the Birthday boy. How else could I possible thank him for including me? As the men begin departing, I tug Keshawn by the cock to the far bed. I put him on his back. I want to watch his face as I give him my loads. I eat his ass briefly—having been there so much of the night. I rear up—enter him and fuck. Hard. “Fill me up,” Keshawn moans, stroking that monster cock. That’s all it takes after the hours of play. My balls give up—and I shoot my pent up load. In two strokes—he joins me, shooting a massive load all over his chest. I lick some up… and bring it to his mouth. We kiss… “Fuckin’, happy birthday,” I say as I drool his load into his mouth… And the link, as always to explore the rest of the blog: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/keshawns-birthday-orgy.html

Chapter III "Hey guys, nice to see you again", said Mark the attendant as he opened my door and walked into my room. As he closed it, he said towards the hall, "he"ll be just a few minutes...and honey, well worth the wait!". Mark closed and locked the door behind him. As he turned around he said, "sure is getting busier out there. Got just two rooms left in the house. You got two regular hotties hanging outside your door too!'. He sat down on the bed and pulled out what looked like some kind of syringe without a needle. He went on to say that it was a lube shooter that had a mix of lube and a good amount of t. "It's pretty easy to do, just remove the cap on the end, wet the shaft, push it as far as it can go inside your butt and press the plunger to empty it." Mark said. "But to get the best effect, your butt should be pointing towards the ceiling and wait a good five minutes for the t to really in and absorbed." He then stood up and told me to slide down my bed some, then kick my legs up over my head and plant my boots on the wall above my head to keep my butt up towards the ceiling. I was hesitant and a little weirded out as I had no sexual attraction for Mark. He saw the look on my face and said, "c'mon, don't want to keep your fans waiting, do you? And don't think I will be making any moves on you. We're just buds.". As I got into position, Mark said. "I'll wet this shooter a little, put it into your hole, and empty it. Again,this position works the best so that the T will go nice and deep.And fyi, I do this quite often as I like getting guys spun so they have an even hotter time here. I am the master administrator." Now on my back, my shoulders pressed into the mattress, my legs over my head with boots on the wall holding me like this. "Here comes your first booty bump!" Mark said as he quickly slipped the shooter into my ass, pushed the plunger, and pulled it out. In seconds I freaked out. "Damn! Something is wrong! Stop! It burns! ". Mark giggled some then said that it will for a few minutes and then goes away. He said then my hole will feel like never before. Mark then went to the door and told got me to stay like I was until he got back in about five minutes. He walked out of my room and as he closed the door, I heard him say that I'd be ready in about five minutes to someone(s) in the hallway. My heart began to pound and race. I began to sweat. I was warm and getting hotter. My dick began to leak precum and was growing. My attention became focused on my hole - it felt like it needed something. The sensation grew intense. My dick was now hard and stuck up under the band of my jock and was dripping precum down my stomach. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it a few times to relieve the pressure. More precum flowed out. I then reached back to my hole and as my finger came in contact with it, an electric like warm sensation shot through me and I let out a low moan. My eyes closed and I readjusted my boots on the wall above me, spreading my legs wider, exposing more of my now on fire jock framed shaved smooth hole. By instinct, I removed my finger and wiped up some of my precum, then began to circle my finger around my hole. Fuckin damn! I began to tap on my hole as it twitched. It felt so very empty. Licking and wetting two fingers, I pushed tagainst my hole - and was surprised there was no resistance. I pushed in right up to my hand, sending my body into a craze I hadn't felt before. Pulled them out and pushed them back in. I began groaning quietly, my mouth opening and closing, tongue darting out some and drool running from the corner of my lips. In and out, a little faster and harder I went. I tweaked my left nip with the other hand in between squeezing my now throbbing dick. Waves of heat and pleasure rocked my body. My door opened quickly and as it closed, Mark said, "Now that's what I like to see! Looks like you are liking the booty bump! Bet you are wanting some dick up that butt about now, eh?". I nodded my head yes and the words, " fuck me. fuck my tight hole. fuck me!' just flowed from my mouth as I kept finger fucking my very horned up hole! "Now, now, J, that's just not the plan," Mark said as he came closer and I bounced my ass up towards him. "Grab your boots and pull those legs nice and wide for me. Keep that hole high to the ceiling, " he said. As I did so Mark dived into my ass, his tongue slipping deep into my hole, then bobbing his head tongue fucking me. I was in awe. "Please, fuck me. I need dick. Lots of dick. Fuck me. Please!" After a few minutes Mark pulled his head away and stood up. "Ok, now drop those legs, sit up in the corner of the bed, knees bent, legs spread, boots on the bed, and play with your hole. Show me how hungry you are for dick. I teased my hole with my fingers, tapping on it. - making a tap like wet flesh sound. Teased my hole with a finger slipping it just inside then.out. "Oh yeah, you are more than ready J boy. Gonna open this door, walk out, and leave the door open. You keep playing with your hole. Will only be a minute or two and those two guys, you know the hotties from before, they are going to come for you. They will take you to their room at the end of the hall, up neat the front. They have a VIP room. Just do as they ask." Mark grinned, opened the door and left. He knodded his head to the left of the hallway as he walked away. Two shadows of men formed on my door and grew larger quickly until their entire bodies were visible as they stood in my doorway. I sat there, tapping my hole and partially fingering it while playing with my nip. My head hung back and I licked my lips as I took in their hot, masculine bods. More to cum?

Totally the same here, not into damage or quantity. For me, it's the sight of seeing a guy really enjoy his smoke, the way he holds the cigarette in his hand, between his lips, the hunger and pleasure you see when a guy lights up after he's had to wait for a smoke. These were the types of guys a sought out, to watch whether in the street or online. Guys like you @cansmoker84 who I have followed for many years on various sites, your passion for smoking was what drew me to you. Then watching your progression, the addition of tats n piercings, your leather, to your poz journey. So hot.

I visited to London only twice in 2019 and 2020 but I had some adventures in Vault in both times. I think that the level of enjoyment depends on the day. They offer different programs for every day as it’s usual. My favourite was when you had to be undressed. It’s needless to say I found guys for sex.

absolutely right! it all needs to go down deep and stay there!

/Short Update cause I've been busy/ After examining my body, Isaak told Vance and Al that he's going to get ready for tonight's event. "He's going to stay here for a bit as payment, how bout that?" "I've got some guys coming in later so Al, it's Al yours!' The guys chuckled and Al came up to me and held my head, tonguing me immediately. "Mhmm. What am I going to do with you?" "Listen boy, Vance and Al are going to send you back later. They're coming tonight. Hope you enjoy today & don't forget to drink some water." Isaak snatched me from Vance and spit in my mouth, kissing me and stroking my neck. He then left. "Seems like you're going to wait for my high VL dick tonight boy. Don't worry. It'll all be worth it." Vance smirked at me. "Now what am I going to do with you now, slut? Boy's a bit too much for now. You seem like a slut and you'll act like one. Right?" "Certainly, Sir. "Good, Slut." Vance attached a studed collar that had a leash on me with a pair of wristbands and ankle bands. I had to wear a black leather jock with a zip and also a pair of kneeguards. "You're going to crawl now, Slut." Al held the leash and led me outside. The store, despite being in a basement, had a large floor area as it was located in a rundown loft. Shabby fluorescent lights hung above the corridor and there were numbered doors on each side. It seemed like a labyrinth when I crawled with Al. Finally, I looked up to a door that said #34. "We also run a storage facility. Most of the items stored are just these weird shit we do that most guys won't dare to admit. Closeted, Married, Discreet, who cares? As long as we're making a buck, that's all that matters." Welcome to America, I thought. "This room though, is my own personal space. It has AC and plumbing. So it's going to be great for us." In the past few days, I've seen more kinds of slings than the porn I've watched during my youth. Discovering all these items and the effort put into it, with high accuracy and details made me appreciate and realize how accepted my intrusive urges were. The anxiety that I've once kept had metamorphosed into an insatiable lust that gave me a purpose. The sling in Room 34 was attached to a wall, with red LED lights circling the room. An open cabinet displaying the paraphernalia Al owned was by the door. Inside, like Isaak's, all kinds of toys were there. But Al's were metal. Al slide opened a drawer below and took out a gas mask for me to wear. It had a tube connected to a sort of bong. "Fun time begins now, slut." Before putting it on me, I was hoisted into the sling, legs spread wider than before. Clicks on the bands made my limbs locked. Once the mask was put on, Al grinned more than usual. Al took off his clothes and I can now see how hot he was. At 5'11, he had a bear body that was built and a shaved head. His beard was fury, as was his chest. He had a septum piercing and his thighs were huge. As he turned his back to prepare our session, I could see a huge scorpion tat on his back, with the stinger trailing down to his ass. The head of the scorpion, close to his neck had a biohazard logo. Fucking hot was all I could think off. He then connected the tube of my mask to a bong. T was added and I then heard the lighter nozzle triggered. "Let's relax first, slut." Inhale, exhale, the same rush flowed me again. Al was softer than Isaak with me. He started to then lather my now smooth body with a kind of oil, exciting each of my neurons. "You know...this isn't just for me. I've actually been given the task to stretch you up for tonight. So I hope you're ready, slut cause we need to gape that hole of yours to keep in all of our juice." I was ready to have his arm in me if that was the case. Nothing mattered more than being the center of attention tonight. "I'm sure the T has loosen you up a bit, so let's get down to business." Al first caressed my ass, and then brushed my hole with his fingers. I could only yelp moans and pleas for him to give me more. A finger was then inserted into me and Al smiled, pulling out to show how shiny his index finger was. "You still have some cum, excellent." Without warning, he dived into my hole, rimming me as I felt his beard around my hole. His tongue pushed deep into me, savoring each drop that my cumload ass could give. He was devouring me and I could only moan as the T was continuously flowing. Al came up to me, took off my mask momentarily and fed me. "Fucking delicious, slut. Good fucking slut." I could only utter Thank You in my spun stated. "Next step." Al put on a glove on his right hand and dipped it into a jar. Slowly, he began to push his fingers, one by one until his fist could fit into me. I felt full but complete again. "You're doing amazing slut. I'm going to go in now ok? Breathe in." I took my breath in and his arm began to intrude my hole. "Fuck, slut, already halfway in. This is an easy job." It was more than halfway in. His bicep was almost going in and I didn't protest. It felt fucking great to have him in me. "Now, in and out we go." At this point I screamed and felt his arm thrusting in and out of me. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that I would not forget. As I was stretched, Al was also smoking the T and he mentioned that he's been partying for a few days now. "I got to relieve myself soon, slut. Want some?" "Yes, Sir. Please use me." Al was smirking again. Something about the way he smirked that arches his mustache turned me on. He got up from his stool and came back with a tunnel plug. Inserting it was hard at first as I tried to control my hole but with how spun I was, it popped in smoothly after 3 tries. I could then feel my hole exposed to the air with the diameter of the plug being as big as a hockey puck. "Fun time's now!" Vance exclaimed as he stood and pissed into me. All those chem now in me, increasing my inebriated state. "God, I wish I wasn't done with you but we got to go soon." I didn't realize how fast time had passed. Vance then barged in and applauded as he saw us. "Nice work, buddy. You ready to leave soon?" Al replaced the tunnel with a tail butt plug and changed the gas mask with a pup mask. The jock was also now nylon with the word "cumcump bitch" on the band behind. "You're not a slut tonight, you're a cumdump bitch." I was too high to care but even if I did, I would've allowed it as slowly, I'm embracing my pig side that I never once knew I had.

Good idea. I am getting on prep right now so by the time #nonutnovember is over I can flood some bottoms with a full month’s load.

id rather have 3 loads @ 10 min each than 1 load in 30 minutes.

Last night. I offered my ass on BBRT. I was contacted by a hairy bear who wanted me to leave my door open and wait for him naked, on all 4s, legs apart and presenting my hole. I waited as instructed and heard him come in. He was breathing heavily and I heard his jeans hit the floor. I felt his hands on my ass and he roughly jammed a couple of fingers up my ass. Next I felts hard cock between my cheeks, pressing on my hole. He gripped my waist and forced his cock all the way inside me up to his balls. He had one of the thickest shafts I've taken - it was a struggle. He was also wearing a heavy oockring which I slammed onto my hole with each thrust. He gave me a solid pounding till I felt his load shooting inside me. He pushed me flat on my belly and stayed in my asshole. he grunted in my ear "I'm gunna seed you again, I want you to keep my sperm deep in your gut" After 10 minute he started pumping my hole again and shot a second load. He pulled out, told me I was decent fuck, and left

I often let my son invite his buds to gang fuck my ass…. My oldest boy has several friends who love to drop a few loads while hanging out …. My house is full of twins…. Thank god! Lol….

A TOP TURNED INTO A PIG BOTTOM FOR THE NIGHT Like a lot of people at the time, when 9/11 happened, I went to a dark place and made some questionable choices. I have no regrets. I am who I am today because of myself then. And I had a TON of fun and memories...WHEW! I was living in NYC at this time. I had good looks, a hot body, and a thick dick that I loved to open and fuck hole with. I would sometimes fantasize about being a bareback top prostitute. Eventually, at the same time as holding down 2 regular jobs, I started hustling on Rentboy.com and did well. I treated myself to leather chaps, a leather codpiece thong, a harness, and some biker boots at the Leatherman. I'm actually wearing the harness and codpiece in my profile pic if you want to see. And I had a great time with the guy fitting me in the store, too. But that's another story. I also planned on hitting the Black Party that following March in my new gear. A few days before the party, an out-of-town client from San Francisco emailed me and asked for a session the same night as the party. I decided it could be fun to get the juices flowing before the party, so I agreed. The night arrived and after a good gym session and cleaning myself up, I changed into my leather, smoked a few hits of tina out of the glass pipe(also a new thing for me at the time), put a long coat on over my party clothes and grabbed a cab to meet him in his room at the W Hotel. At the time, I was almost all top and didn't enjoy getting fucked very much. When I got there, we traded amazing kisses and spit, and then Bob started eating my ass and opening up my hole. He was set on fucking me. The conquest game. I caught on pretty fast. But I wasn't in the mood to put up a fight. The tina was hitting and I was ready to enjoy the ride. The way he ate ass and spread me open made me think he'd be a good top. Bob would rim my hole with a steady pressure, then pull away and flick his tongue on my ass as my hole got hungrier. He got me on the bed and threw a great fuck into me, using the mirrors to watch himself pump his dick in my hole still in my leather chaps. He knew how to open me up. Bob fucked me all over the hotel room and shot his cum deep when he reached the point of no return. We both had a great time and after a quick shower, he sent me to the party with a hole still full of his DNA. Bob had "conquered" me and I was happy about it. And horned to get more raw dick in me. I met friends at the party and spent a while dancing before deciding to leave them and heading to the dark hallway on the second floor that was being used as the back room. I went down the hall slowly looking for a piece of thick dick. I was on the prowl. About halfway, I had a hot man with tribal tats go down on his knees in front of me. I opened up the codpiece and let him suck my dick while other guys started feeling up my ass and trying to get their fingers around the leather strap covering my hole. I was getting into the hot, wet mouth sliding on my bone when a pnp fuckbud of mine tapped me on the shoulder and told me to follow him and two really hot guys that were with him. Steve was a young stud with a smooth body and a big bulge in his leather chaps, and Al was a tall, beautiful bald man with a sexy clipped goatee and thick, full lips. Dave led us to the end of the hall and out a door onto a wide staircase landing. We all started to kiss and suck each other's dicks. Dave was sucking on Steve's uncut dick while Al got my strap unsnapped and starting licking my hole. When he realized I was loaded with Bob's jizz, I heard and felt him hum on my hole and he went to town. Al's moans were vibrating his tongue buried deep inside me and it felt awesome. Then Al stood up, turned me around and snowballed some of the cum back to me. Dave turned to me and asked if I had ever slammed tina. I told him that I'd seen it done and I was willing to try. Dave told me they had slammed earlier, but he had an extra rig he could shoot into me and send me flying. As Dave's friend Al continued to trade spit and cum with me, Dave pulled a loaded syringe out of an inside pocket of his leather vest. He unsnapped one of the leather arm bands he was wearing and put it on my left arm, snapping it on tightly. He took the needle and pushed it into one of my veins that was popping out. He pulled back on the plunger and got my blood to register in the needle before he slammed the plunger down and filled my body with a warm rush. My mind exploded with lust and my hole felt wet and hungrier than ever before. Dave said he wanted to fuck me. Something Dave had never done before. In the past, we had always tag-teamed bottoms and sucked each other's dicks. I gave him a wink, a deep kiss and told him to bury his bone. He bent me over the railing and sank his warm, thick cock inside me. I was a happy camper. He grabbed hold of my chaps and started long-dicking me into heaven. We were having a hot orgy using the stairs and railings before Dave began to really pound my ass and he dumped his load in me. Dave set off a chain reaction and Al came in Steve's smooth hole right after, fucking his jizz deep while Steve was on his back with his legs spread wide. After we finished and were talking, Dave said he knew a few of the porn guys putting on the live sex show downstairs and he could get us into the backstage area to fuck around with them. We all started back through the door we came in from and down the dark, crowded hallway. We got about halfway down the hall when I ran into a man that stopped me in my tracks. He had this intensity about him that was a total turn-on. He looked kind of dangerous. He had great blue eyes, was topless with a great body, and was wearing jeans and a bowler hat. He looked like a handsome, but sketchy, carnival worker. After we stared at each other for a moment, He reached out, grabbed the back of my neck and brought me to him for a hot kiss. My friends had continued walking by now and I decided to stay and see where this might lead. He kissed me with his eyes locked on mine and everything started to fall away around us. The focus was very passionate. I hadn't seen his cock yet, but I knew I wanted him fucking me RIGHT THEN AND THERE. I unsnapped the the codpiece again and turned around. He opened up his jeans fast and within seconds my ass was getting fed his 8" thick, hard dick. The nearby crowd was watching us bareback and were sharing in this hot moment of pure lust. The heat was spreading to the men around us and they began to fuck around with more intensity, too. The man in the bowler was pounding my hole and I was bent over in my chaps with my hands on my knees to brace against his dick and hips slamming into my ass. Every now and then I raised up to look at this man opening my fuckhole even wider. I would get a wet kiss, then bend down again to let him fuck me deep. He started to grunt above the loud music and I could feel him start to shoot his warm cum inside my hole. My ass was glowing and open like it had never been before. The guys around us started to cheer. I raised up, smiled and kissed him again. We left the hallway and stayed upstairs above the dance floor talking for a while before exchanging numbers. I had just been bred by my new boyfriend from Baltimore named John. I ended up moving to Baltimore and tapping John's gorgeous ass every chance I got. The man was built for getting fucked. And he would throw a fuck into me again sometimes when we partied and my hole got hungry for his thick dick and baby batter. But that's another story, too.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Martijn Your cell number (for texts): 0031 6 22 18 36 85 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): The Netherlands, Rotterdam Times you're generally not available: Evenings / weekends Age: 47 Height: 176cm Weight: 69kg Ethnicity: White No loads refused!!!

Stayed with a friend a couple months ago, total pig. He likes to fuck a loaded hole so I’d be sure to come home well fucked. He fucked me three nights in a row using other men’s cum as lube. Every night we fell asleep with his cock buried up my ass. He could stay mostly hard for a long time. I would wake up an hour or two later and he’d still be in me. LOVED IT! His husband is a lucky man.

Woof Hot poz top;)

Hey Guy's... As I posted earlier, I had an idea of where this story would be going but wasn't sure if I could/should continue it. I had this in the back of my head and wanted to see it through as my characters seem to take on a life of their own when I write and I want to see what happens to them. It won't be as long as my previous story but I promise that I'll finish it at a point that can be construed as an ending. I know that I've said "The End" in the previous chapter... hence the "A Continuation" in the titles going forward which I also did with Daddy's Cuntboy too. Think of this as a sequel. Whore 4 – A Continuation I sat there on my haunches next to Daddy taking it all in.... knowing that I was in my element. Only months before I was just another high-priced escort but I was now transformed... I served cock. The combination of steroids I was on and the chems flowing through me kept me on edge until I let out a low growl. Bending down, Daddy grabbed me by my collar and shoved my face in his crotch and laughed, “Fucking horned up slut." Seeing my dripping cock cage, boy growled. “Damn, Boss. He’s fucking dripping.” Ignoring boy, Daddy stared forward at the crowd and simply stated, “I gotta piss, drain me.” Instantly, my tongue moved under his codpiece and quickly released his thick shaft. Letting out a moan, I began licking at the thick cockhead and tonguing his piss slit before deep throating it. “Good whore... take it all.” Daddy said as a torrent of piss erupted from his shaft and poured down my throat. Moaning with pleasure, he grabbed my collar and forced my now open throat to fully accept him... “Keep it up, whore.” Then I felt it... a hot stream of piss hitting the top of my head and sloshing down my entire body. “Fucking whore...” boy growled, “Boss, we hit the jackpot.” The river of boy’s chem piss drenched my body as I continued to take my Daddy’s bodily fluids into me. The streams of piss just kept on coming. Continuing on, I fed on the hot piss while relishing on the humiliation of being pissed on by boy. A crowd was gathering around us but I didn’t care. I concentrated on the moment...then it hit me and I took Daddy’s cock to the root realizing this is where I wanted to be... no... where I needed to be. Relaxing his grip on my collar, Daddy’s piss slowed to a trickle and he removed his cock from my mouth. With the last drops sliding past my taste buds and down my throat, I dutifully secured the codpiece over his cock. I bowed my head and closed my eyes. I could feel boy’s cooling piss covering me and pooling around me. The attention from the crowd wasn’t lost on me. This was beyond what I had experienced in the shop. Daddy had confirmed the control he had on me to the public... not just those who had been in the shop where it was just another normal day. Feeling boy behind me, I opened my eyes as his piss-soaked hand moved across my pecs and gathered the cooling piss and placed it to my lips... the scent of chems and piss hit me. Without hesitating, I lapped at the cold acrid piss until his hand was clean. “Yep, a jackpot.” boy chuckled, falling to his knees behind me and pushing me forward onto all fours. As his fingers moved down my back toward my plugged cunt, I winced from the asphalt cutting into my knees. “Fucking beautiful hungry cunt.” he grunted to no one in particular... or so I thought at the time. Leaning in, he spread my asscheeks to expose the metal base of the plug surrounded by my swollen cunt lips and began to play with my heavy cuntplug. “Fuck me!” I yelled, feeling the vibrations moving through the walls of my now hungry cunt. “Please!” “That’s the plan whore,” boy snarled, removing my cuntplug out in one strong pull. “Now put on a fucking good show.” “FUCK!” I yelled, feeling my cunt lips split wide open. “Fucking hungry cunt!” boy grinned, seeing my swollen, red and tender wrecked cunt. “It fucking needs a cock.” “Shit yeah, boy!” I moaned as he brought his lips to my pulsing swollen cunt lips and began licking and biting them. Boy’s warm tongue began to thrust and lap up the cunt juices flowing out from my pulsing cunt. Quickly, boy pushed his now hard cock through my cunt lips. I winced ... the roughness of his assault sending waves of pain throughout. I held my breath, knowing that it would soon be replaced pleasure. His cock continued to invade my cunt until I felt the now familiar knot begin to slip past my cunt lips. Holding still at this point, boy leaned down on my back and whispered in my ear, “Fucking tell everyone what the fuck you are.” Feeling his knot about to invade my cunt, I yelled out, “I’M A FUCKING WHORE!” “YEAH! YOU ARE!” boy proclaimed to the large crowd surrounding us. Unable to resist, I pushed my cunt against the hard knot and it slid past my cunt lips producing a white-hot pain until I felt his smooth crotch resting against my tender cunt lips. Exhaling at the combination of intense pleasure and pain, my knees buckled and I collapsed on the asphalt and was pinned down by the weight of boy’s body on top of me. Slowly boy pulled his cock out and stretched my cunt and then pushed back in. “Fuck my cunt!” I begged boy, raising my ass to take his cock as the crowd surrounding us grew. The assault continued and I could hear the crowd’s enthusiasm grow at the scene before them... “Fuck yeah!... Fucking whore!... Shit! I want that cunt!” and other exclamations escaped the lips of our audience. As the pain reduced, I began to moan from the pleasure of boy’s cock and I began to fuck myself on the hard cock as the hard wet slapping of my ass cheeks against boy’s shaved crotch filled the air around the circle of admirers. That’s when it hit me... I was here for the pleasure of these men. Quickly, I raised my leg and flipped boy so that he was on his back on the rough asphalt and I was on top. Surprised, boy smiled and I started to ride his cock as the sharpness of the asphalt surface tore into his back. Feeling the stinging pain, “Fuck yeah, whore!” boy growled as my caged cock flopped against his hard abs. His cock continuously sent a wave of pleasure up my spine with every thrust as he hit the spot deep within my cunt. I continued riding boy’s swollen cock until I felt my cuntwalls begin to pulse and a torrent of cum leaked out of my caged cock and covered my ball sac. My cunt lips clenched on boy’s shaft sending him over the top until the combination of pain and pleasure overwhelmed boy and his cock released a torrent of red-hot cum into my throbbing cunt as a loud roar came from the crowd. Knowing I was still knotted to boy, we continued on the ground while my sweat dripped down onto boy’s taut body. All the while, I watched Daddy speaking to the men in the crowd and handing out more of the white cards to some. Finally feeling boy’s knot releasing me, I stood up and smiled down at the boy’s beautiful cock settling down on his muscled abs. “Fuck whore,” boy smiled, "You never cease to amaze me.” Scooping up the load of cum running down my thighs, I moaned, “MMMMmmm... I have to admit I amaze myself, too.” Lost in the moment, I suddenly felt my asscheeks being parted and the feel of heavy metal against my wrecked cunt lips. Growling, I bent over expecting my cuntplug but I quickly realized that it wasn’t my usual one. “You’re right whore, it’s not...” Daddy chuckled bending me further over, “Time for an upgrade.” Obediently, I spread my legs and arched my back to accept the “upgrade.” Moving to my face, Daddy held the new cuntplug in front of me. My eyes widened... I had seen this one in the product catalogue but we’ve never carried it. It was huge... 22.4 oz with a 7-inch circumference. “This will have to do for now, whore.” Daddy laughed, “I’ve checked around to see if I can get a customized one later on.” I stared at the cuntplug... well “my cuntplug.” I have to admit that in the back of mind, I had fantasized about a larger one for a while. I stared into my Daddy’s green eyes and sighed. “Thanks Daddy. It’s time. I’ve wanted one.” “Good whore,” Daddy smiled, handing my cuntplug to boy. “Go on, boy.” “Yes, Boss,” answered, scrambling to grab the cuntplug and moving behind me. “Fucking whore,” boy muttered and pushed the plug past my cunt lips and worked it into me until it was secure. “Yes!” I gasped, feeling the added weight now filling me as I started coming down from the chems. “Please!” I begged. Laughing at me, Daddy smiled, “Soon whore... soon.” and clipped my leash to my collar and handed it to boy. Boy stood, held my leash and paraded me around the crowd. “Gentlemen,” Daddy loudly announced. The auction will begin in one hour. Only those with the proper invitation will be allowed. It was then I realized it... those cards... the looks and whispers. I was to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Seeing my reaction and the realization of what was happening, boy sharply tugged at my collar, forcing me to follow as he led me back to the store to where I was to be auction off.

Weeks went by and I had fresh loads in me every week day. He's proud of the fact he now has more sex with me than I have with my wife, and although she excites me because she's hot as fuck, I'm starting to think about scenarios with Omar to get myself to finish. If I don't I can last a really long time, and hey, that's a bonus for her too right? Jess's time of the month came and Omar didn't slow down. He knows we are going to try and have a kid and when she's fertile, I need to perform. My wife left for the day and Omar came over as usual this time with a coffee and my reusable bottle filled with a liter and a half of his piss. "I was wondering slut, how slutty are you?" He said to me sitting on my couch, legs spread wide on the coffee table. I got in between his legs and before I dove in to suck and lick his balls I answered. "What do you mean?" I buried my head into his sack. His head leaned back against the couch and he closed his eyes. "How many women have you been with?" "I don't know between 12 and 15?" "And men?" "6, I tried to keep them regular because prefer bareback. with women I was ok wearing condoms." "That's what I thought..." "What? That I've been with more women?" "Yeah let's change that" He said grabbing his cock and slapping my face with it signaling it's time to suck him and prepare for anal. I got his whole cock as wet as I could get it, my saliva was on his balls now too. His cock was as hard as it is going to get. So I climbed up onto him. "Do you trust me?" he asked. "That's a silly question, of course" "I want you to double the amount of men that have cum in your ass than you have fucked women. I'll find the men." He grabbed my hips and took over the thrusts instead of my riding. He came inside for the first time today. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're safe and clean, that's my ass after all and I don't want anything either." "Ok" I said moving my hips feeling the new lube he just squirted into me. "I'll be there, most of the guys will be part of a tag team or run a train on you with me" He slapped my ass, signaling for me to change position. I climbed off him and got on my knees on the couch, my hands on the back of the couch. "Legs together." He said slapping my ass again. I put my legs together, Omar reached between my legs and brought my cock and balls behind me pointing straight down to the floor, He spit on his hand and started to jerk me off. I didn't last long. I came all over my shirt we had laying underneath me on the couch. I immediately lost all horniness, Omar knows this and this is why He usually doesn't let me cum. I rested my head and shoulders on the back of the couch, and I felt his cock at the entrance to my hole. involuntarily my hole constricted, even with one load in there, once I cum, my body is more or less done. "Nuh uh uh, I'm not done." Omar said. He grabbed my cock and balls and gave my balls a solid punch. I bit the back of the couch and moaned into it. Part of me was turned on by it, the other, still wanting to be done. "Stay here like this." He left. It seemed like forever, I was scared to move because I know he has access to my camera pointed at me in the living room. I'm guessing 45 minutes to an hour later he came back in the door, there was another voice. My cock shrank in anticipation and nervousness. "No looking slut, my friend and I are dropping 1 load each, and then you can go on with your work day, but he asked for you not to see him." I heard the sound of poppers being shaken, Omar or his friend took a hit, and it was placed under my nose. I took a deep hit and bowed my head back onto the couch. I heard a bottle shaking again, a spray and all of a sudden my nose and mouth we covered with a cloth. "Inhale bitch" Omar said. My head quickly swirled, it practically doubled the affect of the poppers, which before I knew was under my nose again. I felt a cock against my ass, and instead of fighting it, my hole opened. This definitely was Omar, he immediately started thrusting, holding onto my hips. my ass might be bruised after this. I heard the spray again, this time the towel was shoved into my mouth. Omar came deep, and my legs were spread. A new set of hands grabbed onto my ass and I felt a cock resting on the entirety of my crack. This cock was heavy. He thrust a few times like this before he pulled back and pushed into my gaping ass. He was a bit thicker than Omar, and then I felt his hips contact my ass, his cock is shorter but thicker. My head and thoughts were swirling, I couldn't focus. He started to really fuck me, and I was as horny as can be. A stranger is about to drop his load in me and I won't know who it is. I'm being used for pleasure for a stranger. The man moaned, and picked up his pace. He was really ramming his cock into me and I was so horny I started to not only thrust back but began to milk his cock. He pulled all the way out with a pop, and rammed it back in 5 or 6 times before slapping my ass, gripping my sides and really laying into me as fast as I've ever been fucked. Then, he came, I don't know if it was the poppers or if he just came that much, but I felt the first shot of cum inside me. He slapped my ass and pulled out. "Ever hit a guys balls?" Omar said to the man. He must have shook his head. "Go for it, this bitch likes to be punished for being a slut." I felt a slap on my balls, it wasn't hard it actually barely made my ass clinch up. "No, like hit his balls, knee them for all he cares." The towel was taken out of my mouth, and then placed back in, Omar had poured a bit of poppers onto it. "Like this" Hands were placed on my hips and Omar's knee crashed into my hanging cock and balls. I bit the towel, the poppers now taking me back to the point of being a limitless bottom. "Can he hit you like that slut?" I nodded. The mans hands went back to my hips, and he kneed my balls, but kept he knee against my body. I bowed my head, it hurt, but it just made me want more, fucking, sucking, abuse and of course, cum. "Nice! I think he's done. If you need to piss, piss in that bottle. He'll drink it." The man took the bottle to the bathroom and I could hear him filling it up. Despite the abuse my balls just took, my cock was once again hard at the thought of drinking down a strangers piss. He came back and set it on the table behind me. "Nice, I'll see you tomorrow, if you want his ass again let me know he'll be ready." The man left. "Seven" Omar said giving my ass a pat before leaving me melted into the couch recovering from the fucking, and poppers. I was real thirsty.

Wish you could have shared it some when it was at 6.8 million!

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.

Think you might remember me - started listening my mother and dad having sex - then a young age - my friends and I got naked - stroking - they loved my uncut dick / stroking me - then the word got out - older guys enjoying my uncut dick - then a experienced with a tailor designing a dress suit ( before my driver License ) - mentioning which side do I carry it ? Mom said ," Right side ! " Her little boy becoming into Man hood - she inspected out my uncut dick at home ! " Apparently Uncut dicks are Special for everyone - Oh my Mother at this time divorced my Dad and her interests were Black Cocks ! She love smoking , dressing out and bars - shopping for black dicks !

I don’t mind if the bottom is hard or soft. if it’s soft it means I don’t need to care about them and can fuck as hard and deep as I want without trying to hit their prostate. if it’s hard then I like to treat it like an oversized overactive clit. I’d be more interested in if I can fuck the cum out of a bottom, If I can slap around their cock and balls and most importantly, if they can stay horny after cumming. Hottest thing is getting a bottom to cum on your cock then using it as lube to fuck them. Guaranteed to tighten their hole also after they cum.

Literally this.

NO GAY MAN SHOULD FUCK ANYONE WHO SUPPORTS TRUMP. For any reason. Tell them why you won’t fuck them and that is because they support a fascist racist slimeball moron.

Length/girth makes no difference...as long as the guy know how to use what he's got.

Wrestling Party turned Orgy – Aftermath The next morning, many of the guys were hung over and still naked on the floor, couch, or for the lucky few, a bed. As each guy stirred, I wondered how much of the previous night they might remember. Those on the floor had snuggled up to each other over the course of the night, and as the sun shone through the curtains, there were a few stifled grunts and groans, some from the light but others were clearly the sounds of sex beginning again. I was wrapped around Gus, and he was grinding his ass back against my growing erection. “Keep that up and I am going to fuck you again.” I whispered in his ear, to which he ground back harder. I reached down and positioned the head of my cock at his entrance, and with a slight pop, was soon back in him again. I slowly thrust into his velvet hole, still slick from the loads he had taken last night. “Yea.” he moaned softly as I bottomed out in his chute. I made it a gentle fuck, wanting him to enjoy this next round, hoping it would lead to more till he joined us in the brotherhood. As I slowly fucked his well-used hole, I reached over and felt his rock hard cock. I jerked him off to the tempo I was using on his ass, and soon he moaned and coated my fingers with his morning load of jizz, hopefully one of the last neg ones he would ever shoot. I was not too far behind him and soon was blasting my morning load into his ass, well past the second ring. I rode the fuck through the end of my orgasm, and rested inside him as I kissed his neck. “Thanks, I needed that again. I hope Rob will let you do it again.” “We can do it as often as you like Gus, Rob and I are not exclusive.” I replied. “Sweet! I want both of you guys actually.” “That can be taken care of any time. Just message me and we can set it up. Since we live together, we have no problems of finding a room.” I slowly pulled out and Gus rolled over to give me a kiss before getting to his feet and trying to find his singlet in the mess. ‘I gotta get packing, headed home in a few hours. See you after break.” He said as he quickly pulled on the singlet and headed towards the door. Other guys were now getting up and looking for clothes and shoes and heading out. A couple of the guys slunk out looking guilty at what they had enjoyed the night before, but others shared mutual kisses and gropes as they dressed and left to head out for whatever they needed to do on the first official day of Thanksgiving break. Rob, Chris, James and I stayed behind at Jon and Seth’s to help clean up and discuss how the night had gone. It had been hard to keep track of everyone, but between us 5 Vers guys, we had shot loads into about 15 of the rest of the 20 wrestlers on the team; and the other five had each taken a turn fucking Jon’s hole; no guarantee of them converting, but at least they had been exposed to the virus. We all said our goodbyes, and would wait to see how our team mates fared after Thanksgiving break.

In the car, Matt's head continued to spin. The rush, whether from the T or knowingly taking raw loads, consumed him. He was so desperately horny, despite the blow job Trent had given him and the fucking he had just received. His cock, feeling the effects of the Tina was only a quarter as hard as it normally would have been, despite Matt feeling the horniest, the sexiest, and the most exhilarated he had ever felt. Of course, his rational mind kept nagging at his thoughts even with all the T and G clouding his judgement. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He had let a stranger fuck him raw and cum in him, only to discover that Trent was poz. "He intentionally misled me! Oh fuck, OH FUCK! I'm going to be poz! I'm going to get sick! Really sick, oh shit. He lied to me! Fuck him, sick fuck. What if his strain is a deadly one? What if it is resistant to the meds? Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh, god damn, I'll have to tell my parents! Fuck! It's their insurance! Shit... they'll see the drugs, they'll figure it out. How do I explain this? Oh shit," Matt thought, his mind racing. Yet despite all of these thoughts, he was horny, willing to take more dick at a moments notice, from anyone. He felt so sexy, sitting in the passenger seat, wearing his tank and shorts, jockstrap on, Trent's poz load leaking out of his ass, seeping into his shorts and creating a wet spot. Trent could see the gears in Matt's head turning. He knew this car ride would give him some time to reflect, to process all that had happened. Trent was fairly impressed with Matt's calmness. He had pozzed a few others before he had been diagnosed. He reached out to warn them, most were regular fuck buddies, some were rando's, a few he never even knew the names of and had no way of reaching. Their reactions were pretty mixed. Some freaked, blaming him. A few took it in stride. One even laughed and said it was about time. At first, Trent felt conflicted. He felt bad for exposing these people to a dangerous disease. But after a while, remembering those fuck sessions, the raw uninhibited sex, started making Trent hard. The thought that he was unintentionally infecting them with his DNA, his special bug, his toxic death babies sent him over the edge. He always came so hard remembering that. Soon Trent's fantasies starting taking hold. He imagined himself intentionally pozzing other guys, secretly or with their consent. The thought of it got him so boned. It wasn't long until he was on grindr, scruff, bbrt, and other sites, a predator looking for his prey. It didn't take long, with his profile still saying "neg + prep," to find some boys willing to take his raw cock. Some were on prep, some weren't. Either way, they didn't know they were taking toxic loads. It was then that he knew he wanted to be a gift giver, spreading his seed around as far as possible, giving his bug the ability to propagate. And of course, it wasn't long until he met other poz gifters like himself. He quickly got introduced into the community. He was one of the youngest in the Houston area, and he quickly became a popular fuck buddy for many of the more experienced poz guys. And of course, it wasn't long until he was introduced to tina, the favorite drug of the poz gifted community. Trent looked over a Matt again, his latest victim and a rare find. There weren't many current high school students cruising online, and even fewer willing to take raw cock. Most of his prey were at least in their early twenties, most out of college already. He knew Matt would be real popular with his friends. He had already sent out a group text to his friends with a picture of Matt, telling them he was taking his boy to the Warehouse, a favorite bathhouse of his that had a laissez faire attitude towards drug use in private rooms. Not many would turn down the invite. Being there for the corruption of someone was always hot, especially if the boy hadn't even graduate from high school. No doubt some guys would get off knowing that their toxic loads would be leaking out of his hole, into his underwear or bed sheets, for his mom to wash later. Trent looked over at Matt, deciding he had enough time to think. "Look fag, I'm guessing you're freaking out a little." "Umm.. yeah, a bit," Matt replied, his heart racing. "Well, you're definitely going to convert. That slam with my blood guarantees it. Remember boy, you asked for it." "Yes sir" "You're going to come down with a flu in a few weeks. It's the fuck flu, and it'll meaning my bug is finally mixed into your DNA. You'll be poz for life. Pregnant with my toxic babies. In a couple of months, you'll go to the doctor. You might tell yourself that you might not have it, that maybe you're one of the lucky immune ones or a long term non-progressor. But you won't be. Your test will come back positive. You'll space out in the office. The doctor will tell you that it's, 'a serious but treatable condition' and that, 'you can have a normal life.' You'll nod and agree without hearing a word. You will schedule a follow up appoint, they'll want to get you started on a drug regimen. You'll go back... or you won't. You may be a model patient, taking your pills everyday, at the same time, having an undetectable viral load. Or you might be non-compliant, skipping days, my bug evolving resistance when drug levels in your blood wane. Maybe you'll have some extremely virulent load that'll make you waste away before your very eyes. I don't know. But when you are walking out of that doctor's appointment, I want you to think of me and my bug, and how way changed your entire fucking life." Matt, slacked jawed, didn't know what to say... but his cock was rock solid. Trent's hand went down to his shorts, pulling out his toxic cock. Trent, looking over at Matt, said, "Now worship this cock. I want you to thank it and kiss it, show it your gratitude. Thank it for the privilege of taking my dirty load, thank it for giving you my bug, and for making you sick. Thank it for initiating you into the bareback brotherhood." Matt dazed, drugged up, and intolerable horny, immediately lowered his head to Trent's cock, thanking it, kissing it, and gently sucking on the head. One toxic drop of precum leaked out, and Matt licked it up greedily. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He just lustily consumed toxic, HIV+ cum like a man in the desert guzzling water. But his cock was rock hard, and his hole was twitching, desperate for more cock. Matt realized that is what the Tina did. It shut of control off his mind and allowed his cock and hole to take command. Anything that made his cock hard or his hole full was now his one and only concern. He would let a dozen AIDS ravaged, thick cocked strangers fuck him in front of his parents, siblings, teammates, and grandparents if it was the only way to get more cock. He simply didn't care about anything else. Trent pulled off the main road, on to a slow street. They were nearly at the Warehouse, and he wanted to get Matt nice and horny. "Take off your tank and your shorts. You can leave the jock and shoes on," Trent commanded. Matt, while confused, but into the domination, began removing his tank. "Faster faggot," Trent snapped, slapping Matt on the back side of his head. Matt's cock jumped at the smack, and he hurried up, kicking off his shorts as he removed his tank. "Clothes," Trent said, holding out his open hand. Matt obeyed, handing Trent his clothes. Rolling down the window with one hand, Trent threw the clothes out in the middle of the street when they were parked at a red light. Matt, looking alarmed asked, "...but how do I..." Trent, stepping on the gas, repling "It's okay faggot. You don't needed those anyways. The most clothing you'll ever need is a jockstrap and some shoes." Trent put his hand down on Matt's semi hard bulge, giving it a few gentle squeezes, rewarding his boy for obeying without complaint. Matt, inhibitions lowered, enjoyed the attention even as cars and trucks drove past, giving most of them an unobstructed view of his nearly naked body. They eventually pulled into a parking lot, which wound around a fairly large, mostly windowless brick building. They pulled into the back, near a corner far away from the building. To the back was an open field and to the right was a lumberyard, with no one to see Matt in the dark of the night. However, on the other side was a wide street and an office building, with several of the windows still lit and a side walk with some foot traffic on it. Trent opened his car door, causing the interior lights to come on, fully exposing Matt to anyone who would have seen him. "Stay," Trent commanded him like he would have a dog, getting out of the car and opening the back passenger door. Rumbling around in his bag he pulled out the bottle of G Matt had seen at the apartment and a stack of plastic cups. He took a cup, carefully measuring out a pour of G. He handed a cup to Matt and told him to swallow. Matt downed the cup, tasting the salty aftertaste. Trent grabbed his bag, commanded Matt to, "get out the fucking car," and shut the door. Matt dutifully obeyed, nearly falling over as he stood up. Trent walked over to him, helping the stabilize an increasingly drugged up Matt. They walked through the parking lot, Matt only in his jock, dry cum shining on his upper inner thigh. Matt looked over to see people on the side walk, a few people possibly turning their heads and catching a glimpse of this drugged-up and loaded twinkish high school student. Trent held the door open for Matt, who stumbled in. As Trent talked to the desk manager, Matt made eye contact with a black guy on the other side of the room. He was wearing a polo and jeans, but Matt could see he was absolutely massive, with biceps the size of his head and a heaving chest. Without even realizing it, Matt was touching himself through his jockstrap in the middle of the lobby, exposed as the cock-hungry cum slut he was. Matt followed Trent like an obedient dog as they navigated through the bathhouse. Catching the site of random guys, Matt's cock began to swell. His whole perception was warped by the amphetamines racing through his blood. He thought back on this morning, when he would have been shocked at the thought of taking known poz loads in his hole. Yet, now he was ready to take toxic loads from anonymous strangers. He wanted their death seed in his hole, mixing with Trent's, making a beautiful cocktail of HIV+ jizz. They arrived at the door of a small room Trent had rented for their own private use. Setting down his bag, he told Matt to lay down on the bench. "Matt," he began, "are you ready for another slam?" "Yes, I want it." Trent gave him a slap to the side of his head, striking his ear. Gently grabbing Matt by his throat he said, "From now on, you'll refer to me as sir. You are my faggot, I created you and I own you know. Is that understood?" "Yes sir," Matt responded, his swelling cock revealing just how much he enjoyed the abuse. Trent took Matt's arm, tying it off, making Matt's veins pop out. Trent took a moment to admire his creation, the boy he had impregnated with his DNA. He looked so sexy, on his back, in his jockstrap, already begging for his next slam like an addict. Trent could tell he was going to become addicted, that he was going to need T in his life from now on. He could see how much ecstasy Matt was in; he knew that after this weekend Matt's normal life would seem too dull. That from now on, Matt was going to consider slamming and bareback sex the pinnacle of enjoyment. Tina would sink her claws into him. He'd crave it, slam, and then crave raw cock. And raw cock would make him crave tina. An enticing circle that would define him from now on. And there he was, this beautiful soccer stud, in a jockstrap, his short dark blond hair, with his loving family and his schoolmates and teammates at home, begging for another hit of meth and craving raw cock from any stranger. He wanted men older than his father fucking their toxic loads into his boyhole, even thanking them for it. Trent, having tied himself off, stuck the point in his arm, drawing out a scarlet plume of his blood before removing the needle from his arm. He then carefully took it, finding one of Matt's veins, and sticking it in. Pulling back on the plunger, looking for the color to darken before slowly pushing the meth-blood hybrid into his boy's arm. Even in the darkened room, Trent could see Matt's pupils dilated, could see his tina-filled cock become a bit softer. He reached down, grabbed the waist band of Matt's jock, removing it so he could see his limp little boy cock. "Go on Matt, get yourself hard" Trent told him, knowing he wouldn't be able to do much with it. It was perfect, his fag was becoming the hole-centered cumslut he was meant to be. Trent grabbed a gel cocking from his bag, giving it to Matt to put on. Trent knew it wouldn't do much to keep Matt hard, but he thought the aesthetic was hot none the less. Matt continued to tug on his limp little boy cock as he saw another man walk in. Matt could see he had a thick muscular chest and a shaved head. He looked older, Matt guessed that he was in his fifties and he was a complete fucking god. Matt knew he wanted his daddy dick in his newly broken in fucked. He dropped his towel, just as Trent turned around saying, "Hey Dan. You're the first to arrive." "Fuck you weren't lying T. He is one hot fag. You seriously pozzed and slammed this kid?" Dan asked. "Yep," Trent smirked holding up the point he had just used on Matt, "and I made sure my DNA got into his blood with this, his second slam of the night with my blood mixed in." "Fuck, I'm jealous," Dan said, "I've been wanting to add an 18 year old to my collection." "So have I. You need to do a better job of keeping up," Trent joked. He and Dan met a few months ago at a gifting party in Dallas. They were both from the Houston area and both enjoyed converting neg guys into poz brothers. They had a friendly little rivalry seeing who had impregnated the most "sons" with their toxic babies. Dan was further ahead, but Trent had been catching up. And they loved sharing their prizes with one another, showing off and initiating them into the poz community. Matt, still feeling the rush, barely heard them over his racing head, the heat emanating from his body, and the music coming in from the hallway where men continued to pass by. All Matt focused on was Dan's pierced cock, his pierced nipples, and the biohazard tat directly above his thick cock. "You want the honor of fucking him first?" Trent asked, knowing his seed was already well on its way to being planted in Matt's DNA. Grabbing Matt's foot, he moved him around like an object, sticking a shard of T up his ass, knowing it would make his hole loose and cut into the sides at the same time, providing easier massage for Dan and his toxic jizz. Dan replied by flipping Matt onto his stomach and then lifting up his waist to get him into position, moving him around like a rag doll. Matt was already moaning like a bitch in heat just in the anticipation of taking Dan's cock up his hole. Dan press his cock up on Matt's hole. "Beg for my poz cock, boy." "Please sir, give me your cock." "You want this toxic load faggot?" Dany replied. This sent Matt into over drive. "Yes sir, please sir, I want you toxic load. I want your AIDs, please daddy." Happy with that, Dan slammed into Matt, watching the mix of pain and pleasure on his innocent looking face. He knew he was going to be relentless and he knew this boy would love it. "Damn," Dan thought, "T was lucky to find this fag." Dan's mind raced, thinking of the plans he knew Trent would have in store for his freshly pozzed, tina addicted high school fuck hole. Meanwhile, Matt's thought were totally replaced by the pain and pleasure emanating from his hole. It felt so good to have Dan's toxic cock in his hole, stretching it out, making him fly. It felt so good Matt was slipping out of thought and of mind, his reality becoming ever more dream-like. Slipping in and out, his reality narrowing down to his hole. He heard the distant sound of Trent laughing and a muffled "...little to much G..." before quickly, quietly slipping into blackness.