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My little sisters boyfriend Evan was fucking adorable. I don't usually go for the younger guys. I am into the muscle daddy types covered in fur and tattoos but this guy was too yummy. He was the kind of guy everybody wanted around with his wide infectious smile and a laugh that would melt any icy heart. Not too mention how absolutely fuckable his tight young body was. I wanted to pin that boy down and fuck the holy hell out of him. Every time I heard his voice my pecker would stand at attention. I did my best not to scare him away with some light flirting and suggestive sexual comments. His shy manner and boyish giggle only inflamed my desire. That boy needed a good fucking and the conscientious queer that I am I was the man for the job. I only had to bide my time and sure enough the right occasion arose. The A&P (aged parents) were off on a cruise so I stopped in to the old homestead on the off chance I could [banned word] on my boy. As luck would have it they were there enjoying some beer with friends. I was invited to join in and made sure I was sitting close to Evan. They were a fun crowd and I was enjoying myself all the time wondering how I was going to get into this guys pants when the subject turned to sex, a fun and often cringe worthy topic for conversation. I am out so that is not a problem and being the only gay in the crowd was often referred to for clarification on certain subjects. One of those subjects being rimming. Some half stoned clod brought it up in an attempt to gross out the group and his comment elicited the expected groan. I of course dissembled and proceeded to expound on my opinion. My opinion being I FUCKING LOVE eating ass. Its the best and of course any good top is honor bound to munch hole before fucking it. Its good manners after all. I could see there was some silent agreement amongst the assembled but no one was willing to admit to being on my side. Cowards. I got nothing to hide or be ashamed of. I am a proud ass eating faggot. I could not resist a quick little description of a good rim job. After some jibes and laughter the conversation moved on but the whole time I closely watched Evan's reaction. I could tell he was interested. Could Evan be wanting his hole slobbered on. Or better yet is he gay? My mind reeled with the possibilities. The crowd thinned. My sister pled exhaustion and asked Evan if he was okay to drive home. Evan said he would have a coke then motor on. Bingo. I was going to have the little hottie all to myself for a bit. It would have to be enough time to work my magic. Sister went upstairs and I went for drinks adding some rum to the sodas. Evan gave me a look after a sip but did not say anything. Things were looking good for my plans to take advantage of the poor sop. We chatted and I tried to think of a way to casually steer the conversation towards sex. I had no need. After some hesitation Evan asked me if I was serious about my love of analingus (his word) or was I only grandstanding to make everyone wince and titter. I looked him square in the eye and said, "On my honor as a boy scout and a homosexual I do hereby solemnly swear I am an avid and devoted eater of ass." He laughed nervously and I added, "I am totally willing to give you a demonstration of said habit." "What do you mean 'a demonstration'", he asked a flush of pink coloring his face. I scooted in close so that my hot breath tickled the fuzz on his cheeks. "What I mean is that I am offering to stick my tongue up your ass." Evan stammered, "You're kidding, you can't be serious." So his first reaction wasn't to say no way. I had him. I moved closer. "One lick in your crack and you'll never look back." He took a sip of his cocktail. "I will rock your world stud just take a chance." I put one hand on his knee and squeezed ever so slightly. His next sip was more of a gulp. "But your sister," he argued, "I can't...." he trailed off. I put an arm around him while the other casually drifted to his crotch. "Come on, you know that relationship is going no where. I love my sister but that girl is high maintenance. She'll wear you down to a nub. Live a little boy." My knuckles grazed the hard-on raging beneath his button fly. "A little taste, its all I ask. I will stop the second you decide its not for you." "Where," Evan barely managed to squeak. I grabbed his hand and hauled him up and out the door. We had a little summer shack by the pool with a comfy futon couch perfect for privacy and eating ass. To my surprise he did not resist when I pulled him to me for a kiss. He was hesitant at first and then abandoned any pretense he didn't want what was about to happen. He devoured me like I was going to devour his ass. The undressing was a blur of flying clothing. I wasted no time pushing him down on the couch quickly arranging him on all fours ass up and ready to be molested. His ass was as beautiful as I knew it would be. I briefly caressed the light dusting of hairs that fuzzed his cheeks. He shivered. I blew on his hole and it winked in response. He was ready for it. I spread his cheeks exposing his quivering pucker. The first tentative kiss elicited a moan and the first tongue swipe a quick intake of breath. I had him. The boy was going to be putty in my hands. I was going to fuck him into next week but first a long and thorough ass eating to make him pliable and begging to be cornholed. I took my time. I had no where to be except to rock this kids world and take him to a place he didn't realize he needed to be. His ass was made to be eaten. It responded to every massage of my tongue. His hole kissed me back. I settled in for a marathon rim job and was only brought back to reality when I felt a drip on my hand. Looking between his legs the flash of a long string of pre-cum from his piss slit to my hairy knuckles attested to the pleasure I was giving him. I watched in fascination as his cock pumped out more natural lube. I pulled his stiffy back for a taste making sure to slobber on his nut sack as well. The panting had me moving back to his ass. I couldn't have him cumming just yet. I pushed as much spit into his ass as I could. I wouldn't be bothered with lube and I am no slouch in the dick department so wanted to do my best to ease his transition from virgin to fuck toy/cumdump. His was taking my load weather he wanted it or not. I was not going to be denied being the first to breed him. At last the moment came. I knew if I waited any longer I would not have the patience to ease his passage from boy to man. To my surprise when I placed my cock head at his hole he leaned back into it. Fuck yeah! He wanted it. I let him set the pace as his eager hole slowly swallowed my meat. "Good boy," I growled when I bottomed out. Evan was gasping for air as his hole came to terms with its new occupant. We were both as happy as pigs in slop. I grabbed a fist full of hair to pull his head sideways and look at me. "Tell me you love my cock," I ordered, "tell me how badly you need to be fucked." Evan caught his breath and gabbled, "Please sir I need your cock. Fuck my hole, fuck me, make me yours. Please sir, pleeease." I released his head and like the good sub he was meant to be he braced his arms and arched his back firmly impaling that delicious ass on my rock hard dick. I'd like to be able to tell you it was a tender fuck, that I made love to him so his first time would be a sweet memory. That would be a lie. I fucked that boy like a jackhammer turning his groans into whimpers. Maybe if I had been more like a lover I could have altered his fate but that first brutal fuck was the start of an addiction that proved a happy circumstance for many a top. Evan was at the beginning of his cumdump journey and his need to be thoroughly fucked and used would follow him for the rest of his life. You are welcome world. My gift to all you [banned word] and breeders who need a needy hole to unload into. Our sweat slick skin glued our bodies together as I fucked him off his knees and onto his stomach. I was all cock and brute force pile driving the breath out of him in search of that sweet spot deep inside to dump my load. He had no complaints as my bone rearranged his guts and I fucked him into a stupor. I don't think he even noticed when I shot of with a roar coating his abused innards with a soothing dose of man milk. We did notice, however, the gasp and scream of rage coming from my horrified sister. I double down on my fucking still caught in the euphoria of my nut. Evan was in no position to either move or react because his orgasm was building and by time my hips stopped moving Evan had already spilled his seed. I collapsed rolling sideways and taking Evan with me to keep my cock in his ass. My nuts were recharging for a second go. I intended to send Evan away with a sloppy hole. Or maybe I'd take him home and sleep with my cock lodged in his buttery chute. For the moment I held him close breathing in his clean sweaty scent. He had been a good boy and now he was a better man. My sister wouldn't speak to me for a month but I finally got her to admit she was on the verge of breaking up with Evan. I did that princess a favor. My cock did the break up for her. I introduced Evan to a few of my friends, you know, the furry tattooed muscle daddies I go for. They ate him up like I did. Evan couldn't be happier.

Watch the Dominoes Fall Mondays had become more difficult since that was Gabriel's day off and it wasn't mine. While the condo had been quiet on my "work at home" days for the past few years, now I had someone else roaming around the place while I tried to work. I even got a second TV for the bedroom so that he could watch stuff in there and not disturb me. On the other hand, with our work schedules, it was the one night to try and arrange a hookup for the two of us to fuck some guy and I knew who I wanted to meet next. When I took a break in the morning to refill my coffee cup, I sent a message off to Tim to see if Omar and him wanted to meet us over at The Saddle that evening. "Lemme check" was Tim's response about twenty minutes later. My next work email was to Marc and I got the familiar "out of office" message. "Hmm, that bug must be kicking his ass" I thought. I wondered if Tyler was feeling any better but knew I had to get some work done so I didn't bother checking in with Chase. Gabriel made me a salad for lunch and just after I finished, my hookup phone buzzed. "More guys from a few weeks ago checking in to see if you can fit them in?" Gabriel said, chuckling afterwards. I laughed as I reached for the phone. "Z sick Same symptoms as Tyler so may be bug from uni" was Chase's message. "Or maybe not" I thought to myself as my other phone buzzed. Replying to Chase I typed "Take him 4 test on Fri anyway. Z 2 when he recovers." Swapping phones, I saw a reply from Tim. "Sounds like fun. 9?" he asked and I replied "c u there." "I'm going to meet Tim and Omar over at The Saddle tonight. Wanna join me?" I asked Gabriel. He gave me one of those "what the fuck do you think" looks and I grinned back at him. He took off soon after and came back a couple hours later with a big box. He had done this a few times over the past few weeks and my closet was getting fuller each time. About 8:30pm, he came out of the bedroom and asked "Aren't you going to get dressed?" I chuckled at his eagerness and got my ass off the couch, replacing my trunks with some more appropriate gear. When we got to The Saddle, Tim and Omar were waiting for us out front. We walked in and I got a round of pints for us. With the beers on the table, we sat down and almost immediately Gabriel pulled his tee off, revealing a very nice, thick, hand-made harness over his bare chest. I watched Tim and Omar lick their lips before taking their tees off too. I pulled my shirt off too and looked around and saw most of the guys nearby checking us out. Tim was wearing a more substantial harness than the one he had on last time and it looked good on him. Omar just had a pair of leather cuffs on his wrists, but his furry chest and pert nipples looked damn good. The tight, low cut jeans left the top of his ass visible and invited my hand to slide down inside. "Someone needs to get some more leather if you're going to be hanging out here" I said with a smirk. Omar nodded sheepishly and we all laughed. Once we finished the beers, I pulled my fingers out of Omar's hole before I stood up and led the group to the back room. I felt like everyone in the bar was looking at us and it probably was close to the truth. I paused once I got close to the center of the back room and looked around. Most of the action stopped and the ten or so guys in the room turned and looked at us. I must have waited too long because the next thing I saw was Gabriel pushing Omar toward one of the fuck benches, his hand with a firm grasp on Omar's shoulder. The two of them were stripped down quickly and Omar mounted the bench wearing just his boots and cuffs. Tim and I took the bench next to it, but facing the other direction, since I wanted to watch Gabriel fuck him. Gabriel knelt down and spent less than a minute eating out Omar's ass. It seemed a shame since I would have spent a lot more time feasting on his hairy, poz ass. Both seemed to be into it, with Omar moaning loudly and Gabriel's cock becoming hard as a rock. Tim and I were mostly naked, him in just his shiny new harness and the same tall boots he wore at our first meeting. His hair was braided this time, and would give me a convenient handle as I fucked him. I had on my well worn harness and boots. My tongue spent a lot more time rimming Tim's ass than Gabriel had spent on Omar's. When I stood up, Gabriel was drilling like a man possessed and a thin middle aged guy was walking up in front of Omar. He rubbed his rigid cock over Omar's lips before sliding it past them into his willing mouth. Seconds later, Omar was getting spit roasted and I saw Gabriel and the older guy grin at each other. Tim was a lot tighter than I had remembered and it took several tries before my bare cock worked its way inside. Tim gave out a low groan until I stopped pushing in. The older guy looked over at me and nodded. "Always good to try some fresh meat, huh?" he said. I nodded back and replied "Been in him before but its been a while. Still feels fuckin' good though" before I started plowing in earnest. The guy was slowly fucking Omar's mouth and turned his gaze back to Gabriel. A minute later, he stopped and pulled his cock free of Omar's mouth and crouched down. I saw the motion from the corner of my eye and slowed my thrusts down and turned my head to see what was up. "You see his tattoo, son?" the guy said to Omar. It was just loud enough for me to hear, but only because I was watching to see what was going on. "Yes, sir" Omar replied before grunting from Gabriel's assault. "Ya know what it means?" the guy then asked. No one else in the room was paying attention to this discourse except for the five of us. "I do, sir" Omar said. "Good, then you wont mind me adding my strain" the guy said. "Not at all, sir" Omar replied. The guy stood back up and resumed fucking Omar's mouth. I went back to drilling Tim's ass, amazed that he was still so tight. It wasn't like his body was tensed up, his hole truly was as tight as our first fucks. More proof that he had spent all of his time spreading my bug around. The grunts and groans he made drove home how much he was struggling to take the fuck I was giving him. Omar was having no problem with the drilling that Gabriel and the older guy were giving him, though. Not that he could escape if he tried. Tim started to loosen up and I fucked harder, looking around the room to see if there were any familiar faces. There were a couple but they weren't fucking, just training subs. Occasionally, we'd hear the crack of a whip or something hard hitting bare flesh, but there were only a few of us fucking. I heard Tim grunt "Thank you Sir!" when I slammed in hard and deep and I wondered if he had learned it from a few porn flicks or if he had spent a few sessions with someone as their sub. Based on how tight he wasy, my guess was it was from porn. Several minutes later, his hole was finally at that easy-to-fuck stage where it was loose and sloppy enough to fuck however I wanted. Gabriel seemed to be way ahead of me and soon I heard his familiar growls. He hammered Omar's ass, forcing him to take the older guys cock down his throat. The older guy held on to Omar's head, keeping himself buried as Gabriel pumped his seed into the toxic hole. When the growl ended, Gabriel gave a few slow thrusts and pulled slowly out. Once the cock was out of his throat, Omar was gasping for air but soon he moaned out "Oh fuck yeah!" The older guy and Gabriel swapped spots but instead of sucking Gabriel's cock, Omar lapped all the cum coating it. The older guy shoved in, muttering "Let's make sure that hole is good and knocked up." I heard Tim laugh for a second, but none of us said anything to dampen the guy's thoughts about having a chance at pozzing a sexy young guy. My attention turned back to Tim again and I worked myself up to a frenzied pounding and unloaded a big wad of cum inside Tim's charged up hole. As I recovered from breeding Tim, I looked over and the older guy was in mid-orgasm. They had drawn a crowd and the guy was quickly replaced with another. I knew word had probably spread quickly that Omar was taking poz loads and the way they were talking, it looked like they were happy to have a hot poz-friendly bottom to load up. None of them seemed to last very long, drilling him for a few minutes before dumping their seed and making way for the next guy. Backing away, I gave Tim room to get off the bench and watch his friend be an impressive cum dump. Suddenly, most of the guys in the room stopped talking and I looked to see who was getting their attention. I chuckled and gave Tim a nudge. Carlos stood just inside the doorway with his sub on a leash, taking stock of the room. He smiled when he saw me and came over. "Looks to be a good crowd tonight" Carlos said, looking past Tim and straight at me. "Yeah, it is. Tim's friend seems to be very popular, but that's how it is with fresh, young ass on tap" I replied. Carlos moved next to me and his sub followed, kneeling in front of him. "I'm glad you're here tonight. I was hoping to take you up on your generous offer" Carlos said, sounding more friendly than usual. Chuckling slightly, I said "You're in luck. You have a choice of virile men to do the deed. All four of us are capable of getting the job done. Does he know what he's in for?" Carlos smiled. "Four?" he asked. "Mmhmm, Tim you know and you met Gabriel the last time" I said before pointing at Omar on the bench. "He's the most recent one, courtesy of Tim, and I hear he gives as good as he takes" I added. I decided not to let him know about all of the other guys now carrying my bug because I don't like to brag and it's not like they would stop over and share right now. "That's quite the choice. Of course I'd want all four, to make sure that this one loses his negativity tonight. Maybe you first, then the two guys I haven't seen in action and finally your boyfriend at the end" Carlos said with a sneer. I had to laugh at Carlos' continued belief that Tim and I were partners. I let him have his fun, but there was no way I was going to tell him who I was going to go home with that night. When the next guy had finished unloading into Omar's sloppy ass, I walked over and pulled him off the bench. It wasn't a popular move since there were still a few guys waiting to add their questionable seed to his hole. By the time I got him upright, Carlos had his boy on the other bench and was closing the last clip on his cuffs, locking him to the bench. I guided Omar over to Carlos' sub's head and said "Get it ready, you're next after I open him up." My cock had grown steadily and was rigid by the time I took my place behind the sub. "Stuff him" I told Omar. He looked back at me confused and I said again "Stuff him. Muffle his screams with your dick." This time Omar understood and nodded back at me before a menacing grin came over his face. I heard the sub gag slightly and that's when I speared his ass. Only a few inches went into him, but it was enough. He screamed out and Omar's thick cock stifled much of the sound, but the sounds caused a small crowd to form around us. Carlos stood beside his sub and between Omar and I. The sub started to squirm and I pulled back for another jab. Before I could shove back in, the sub quickly felt Carlos' paddle whack his exposed ass. "Quiet, boy" Carlos snarled before sliding the paddle back into the back pocket of his jeans. The next thrust from my hips got three quarters of my cock into his spasming hole. He cried out again, but this time much softer. I waited for Carlos to reprimand him again, but instead saw a smile on his face and he nodded at me. "Fuck him" Carlos commanded. Never knowing what Carlos might do in retribution, I followed his orders and began rolling my hips. In less than a minute I was thrusting in and out and noticed that Omar was doing the same with the sub's mouth. The crowd seemed to appreciate our spit roasting of the sub and encouraged us to go harder. With just some precum, and probably blood, to lube his hole up my cock was getting a workout and soon my balls wanted to add a healthy dose of toxic cum to soothe his wrecked chute. "Fuck yeah... breed his ass" Omar said, obviously seeing the change in my expression and thrusts. A few last haggard shoves and I buried my cock to the root. Spurts of my viral load pumped into his trashed hole as I growned. A few in the crowd clapped and there was a collective "Yeah" from most. Before I could pull out, Omar was walking around the side, ready to take my place. I backed away and Omar moved in, but stopped before he stuck his spit covered cock into the sub's puffy hole. He looked at Carlos and raised his eyebrows, silently asking permission. With a nod from Carlos, he drove his cock all the way in. Gabriel hadn't made it into the sub's mouth yet, allowing the sub to groan as the next cock filled him up. I had opened him up enough so that even Omar's first shove went balls deep. His mouth wasn't empty for long, either. With a slap of his hard cock against each of the sub's face, Gabriel slid his cock past the sub's lips. Tim was on his knees, lapping at my softening cock. The taste made him moan out "Fuck yeah, he's done" before licking up every drop. Omar's cock wasn't nearly as long as mine, but it was a close match in girth. Each thrust was firm, ending with a thud as his body slammed into the sub's butt. I heard one of the guys that had fucked Omar say "Dump that last neg load into the slut" and Carlos immediately turned his head to me with furrowed brows. I smiled and shook my head no, raising my hands and making a plus sign with my two index fingers. I saw Carlos smile and give a chuckle. Omar's pace picked up while Gabriel's seemed to slow. Gabriel was going deeper and I thought I knew what he was planning. Omar hammered the sloppy hole until he grunted loudly while Gabriel slid the last of his cock into the sub's throat. As Omar emptied his newly charged load into the sub, there were more appreciative comments from the guys around us. Gabriel had left his balls resting on the sub's chin until Omar had finished unloading and then slowly pulled back, slapping the sub on the side of his face with his outstretched hand. Once Omar was out of the way, Gabriel walked behind the sub and looked over at Carlos. "May I, Sir?" he asked. Just as before, Carlos gave a slight nod and Gabriel slid into the cum filled hole. His thinner cock had no problems going in, and he only found resistance at the end as he pushed through the inner ring. Tim was busy cleaning Omar's crotch and seemed to be moaning the entire time. It gave the sub time to breathe more normally but once Tim had lapped all of the juice from Omar's body, he took his place at the front. The two were soon plowing at each end. Tim had a few blood red marks on each cheek, leftovers from cleaning our cocks. "Nice ink" Tim said to Gabriel, with a grin. "Yours too. Took me a minute before I got it" Gabriel said before starting to fuck harder. Tim began to speed up too and nodded back. "Those tick marks what I think?" Gabriel then asked. Tim smiled and said "Yeah" and Gabriel replied "You been busy." He grasped the sub's hips began slow, hard thrusts for a couple minutes until he gave that distinctive growl. He was planted deep and then gave a couple more slow rolls of his hips as the last pulses of his cock added more charged seed. Tim seemed a little impatient, having pulled out of the bottom's mouth as soon as Gabriel had started cumming. With the last drops pumped out. Gabriel slowly pulled his dick from the doomed hole and smiled at Tim. "Next" he said and moved back next to me. Omar was on his knees in a split second, taking Tim's place as the cleanup man. Split second was a good description of how long it took Tim to sink his toxic dick into the sub's hole. He didn't wait for Carlos' approval, he knew what he was supposed to do. Tim drilled in for a minute and pulled his cock out, shoving a pair of fingers in and twisting viciously. From the bottom's groan, I knew he was making sure there were plenty of ways for our bug to enter the sub's body. Thirty seconds later, Tim was back plowing his cock into the damaged hole. He jabbed left, then right, forcing the head of his cock into the sub's battered cunt. The bottom was whimpering quietly, but Carlos didn't seem to mind. Maybe he liked seeing him in pain or maybe it was confirmation that we were trying hard to get him infected. A few minutes later, Tim slammed in and unleashed his bug filled load. The whimper got louder from the sub and Tim pulled back and drove in one more time, coating all of the bottom's chute from outer to inner ring with his viral cum. He was gasping heavily and it took him a few moments for his heart to stop racing, but once it did, Tim pulled his cock out of the bottom's hole, fingering some cum back in. He moved back to the bottom's head and slapped his wet cock over each cheek. "Clean it. Taste what's attacking you inside" he said. The sub took one lick and cried out. Carlos gave him a slap on his slimy ass and he quickly went back to licking Tim's cock clean. Once he finished, Tim rubbed the sub's head and crouched down. "Welcome to the club" he whispered in the sub's ear. Carlos looked at me with a big grin and said "Thanks, Craig. I appreciate your generosity. Hopefully he'll take less effort than Juan." He bent down and picked up a small canvas bag. Pulling a large metal plug out, he forced it into his sub's ass. Since the plug was much thicker than I was, it took some effort to get it locked inside. The four of us pulled our jeans and boots on, grabbed our shirts, and then walked out to the front of the bar for a pint of beer. All of our bodies were covered in sweat and I saw several guys smile as we walked back into the bar. We sat down at a table as Tim went to the bar to get us a round. The beer tasted better than before and after a couple gulps, Gabriel said "Damn that was good. Now I understand the rush you get from it." I chuckled and said "No more regrets?" Gabriel replied to me "Nah, you were right. I just have to make the best of it." I turned to Tim and asked him "How 'bout you? Any regrets?" He finished snogging Omar and said "Not a one." -- I was a little tired Tuesday morning, but I made it to work and dug right in, albeit slowly. Shortly after I got back from lunch my hookup phone buzzed and I had a good idea who it was. Chase's message was brief and I could sense his mixed emotions. "U were rite tested poz vl=1.2m tylers gonna kill me" he wrote. "U will b ok tyler too" I replied. I just wondered if we were as successful with Carlos' boy.

He was a 18 year old virgin. I was a OTR trucker for 18 years and a member of several gay apps. One day I was on a back road and got a text from a young black boy wanting to chat. We chatted for awhile and he explained he was a virgin living in a tiny town I was passing through. During our chat he said he was 17 and wanted to be fucked and lose his virginity. I told him I could help but had to wait till he was 18. His birth day was a month away and he was still in high school. We chatted off and on over the month and he kept sending me nude pics. A few days after his birthday I was passing his tiny one store town in the middle of the night. He begged me to stop. He would sneak out of his moms house and meet me at the small store. At about midnight I heard a knock on my door. Pulling back the curtain I saw a you man standing there in a t shirts and gym shorts. I let him in and closed the curtain. He was very hot and sexy. Wile standing by the bunk I pulled him in close and we kissed passionately pushing my tongue in his mouth. He began to tremble as I pulled his shirt over his head. I pinched and sucked his nipples making the hard as a rock. So far not a word was spoke as I set on edge of my bed. I looked into his eyes and asked if he was ready to shed his virginity to a dirty old man. He begged me to fuck him. I ran hand over his crotch filling his hard 8 inch cock under his shorts. He shuttered at my touch. I lowered his shorts to find he was not wearing underwear and his cock flopped out pointing straight out. It was very sexy and I couldn't stuff it down my throat fast enough.. God I thought I was in heaven having a 18 year old virgin begging to be used. I made him undress me slowly. Making sure he explored every inch of my body. I laud him on my bed then I laid on top using my full weight to pin him down and I forced my tongue in his mouth. He was panting so hard I thought he might cum. I couldn't have that cum go to waist so I licked my way to his cock and slid it into my mouth. With a few strokes I could tell by his gyrating he was about to cum. Soon he was exploding in my mouth. His load was very sweet and I gulped it down with delight. He played there panting as I stroked his cock. I told him we were far from done as I rolled over on top again and forced my cock in his mouth. Your my dirty little cum bitch and I'm gonna fuck your mouth. I then thrust my cock all the way in balls deep making him gag. He tried to get away from my cock but I squeezed my legs around his head holding him there. Not giving him a break I fuck his mouth hard deep and fast till I exploded and without missing a beat he swallowed every drop. We played there a bit regaining our strength as I stroked his cock till it was hard again. I to was rock hard and we rubbed cocks as we kissed. I told him we were gonna fuck and breed BB. This excited him as he was trembling at my touch. I told him he was to fuck me first as I was saving him for last. His 8 inch cock looked so hot I needed I side me badly. I had him get behind me and rub his cock around my ass .. I told him he was to plunge his cock in hard fast and deep in one thrust. The sharp pain was awesome as he pushed into me. He then fucked me slow and deep filling his balls slapping my ass. It was so hot being his first ass to fuck I was bouncing against his trying to get more of him in me. Soon I could feel his cock pulsing as he fills me with his sweet nectar. He collapsed on my back and I waited till he was soft to move. His cum was dripping from my ass as I rolled over and told him to get on top. Since I was his first to enter him I let him have control as he spread his ass and lowered himself on my extremely hard cock. He moaned loudly as he impaled himself and began to rock getting more and more of my cock in him. Soon he was bouncing like a cheap whore needing more and more. I couldn't hold out long knowing I had a virgin to breed and I exploded again. We snuggled awhile before he said he had to hit home before his mom woke up. Then begged to run away with me on my truck. Taking his virginity completely was the hottest sex I have experienced.

Had a regular call me this morning wanting some relief, told him to come around. Opened the front when the door bell rung, he was already unzipping his shorts and pulling his cock out, told me to bend over the lounge, which I did, he spat on my hole and thrusted his cock into me, 5 minutes later he had dumped his load, smacked my ass, called me a dirty slut and left. Had cum running down my leg, but wow it felt good being used for a quick morning fuck.

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Here's the thing. It's possible to have discussions about an illegal activity without becoming involved in illegal activity. Otherwise, it would be impossible for law enforcement, psychologists, journalists, and so forth to ever discuss the real world. I don't purport to speak for the site owner or moderator here. But here's my understanding of how it works. Underage: You can't be on here if you're underaged. Period. You can talk in general terms about experiences you may have had while underage, as long as they're not being eroticized. In other words, it's okay to say "My first time was at 14"; it's not okay to write up a porn-worthy paragraph about all the sex you were having at 14. You certainly can't post seeking underaged persons (for sex or otherwise). Rape: You can discuss your own experiences with being raped. You can debate whether particular behavior, clinically described, would count as rape. You can post erotic fiction that involves rape or pseudo-rape circumstances. You CANNOT advocate for actual rape. What to do about it: If you see posts that violate these rules, you should report them (the moderators will review and decide; they can remove posts, sanction the poster, or even if it's justified, remove them from the forum entirely. You also have the ability to "ignore" any member who posts material you don't like, so that you don't have to read his writing. And you don't have to open any topic you feel might upset you. But bottom line, if you keep "stumbling" onto stuff that offends you that seems to pass muster with the moderators, maybe this site isn't for you.

I started driving in my 40s and loved being alone but soon I needed sex . It started on craigs list I would post looking for a blow job. Being in a simi truck got me lots of replays. I loved being sucked off. One day I thought I would try sucking a guy . Once he got there I was so horny for his cock I pulled his pants down and hungry for his cock I sucked it . It was wonderful I knew as soon as I started I was going to swallow his cum. I was hooked I need cum . As time went on I started thinking of being fucked. So I placed a add for a virgin trucker wanting to be fucked. Needless to say the replys were plenty. I didn't care who but I really wanted to feel a cock in my pussy. When the guy got to my truck he like all others told me it was his fantasy to fuck in a truck . I watched him undress as I undressed to his cock was about 7in cut . I love cut cock the mushroom head is a turn on. I took he's cock in my mouth and sucked him slowly. By now I was really horny and begged him to fuck me . He asked if I wanted a condom I said no I want it real. I got on my knees at the edge of the bed with my pussy ready. He grabbed my hips and pressed his head up to my hole . I shuttered as the feeling and the thought of his cock in me . As I felt the pressure of his cock I knew right then I wanted him to cum in me . Soon we were slowly fucking and it was wonderful. He fucked with long full strokes that made me quiver. After a bit he sped up and I could tell he was close. I begged him not to pull out I wanted my first cock to be my first load in me. As he thrust harder and deeper he grunted and moved as he filled my pussy. I whimpered with pleasure as I became a real cum whore. After that I was a true cock and cum whore I couldn't get enough. I needed it and craved it.so for me my fists set the stage on my preference of raw sex Later that preference led to my pozing. I don't regret not being a safe sex player I'm proud to be a whore . I'm retired Now and still crave breeding every day.. But guys in my area are afraid of my Undectable status. I hope to someday find a hung lover who will breed me often.

Unexpected Sunday night loads. My (new) fuckbuddy was in the mood and I was more than happy to help. Love this guy. Thick 7", stamina and quick recovery. And quite handsome too. Took his time fucking me on my back and pumped his first load in. Got hard again when I cleaned his cock. Turned me around on all fours and pounded a second one in my hole. Felt so good I lost mine halfway through. We rested bit and talked. Sucked his cock and was rewarded with a 3rd load down my throat. He said he'll be back this week.

The black guy laughed and said “don’t you wanna know the name of the guy who got you pregnant?”. I blushed and said “yes sir”. He told me it was Benny. He went across and walked out the door to the dungeon – after a few minutes he came back taking the arm of an infirm stick thin old man. “Hey Dean” he said to the old guy “you go to the sauna – ever had this lads ass?” nodding at me. Dean said “no, stuck up little runt thinks he’s too good for an old guy like me!”. Benny laughed and said “wanna teach him a lesson and slide that AIDs weapon up his hole?”. Dean chuckled an evil laugh and said “too right I do!”. Benny looked and me and said “you’ve been missing a lot lad – this is one diseased cock”. He grabbed the chains of the sling and Benny loosened his towel and let it drop to the floor. I leant up and could see it was a real monster. Rock hard and huge. Dean laughed and said “bet you weren’t expecting that! Now what do you want?”. I replied “you’re cock sir”. He shook his head “you’re big cock”. Again he shook his head but this time Benny held poppers under my nose. “Please sir, give me your massive cock and flood me with your AIDs seed – infect me proper!”. He slid balls deep and started to pound. “You will convert in a few weeks and be my poz son”. I moaned “yes sir, make me yours!”. I tightened my hole to milk the daddies cock. He said “you’re hungry for my poz seed ain’t ya”. I moaned and said “yes sir, make me poz”. His balls tightened, his cock throbbed and swole and he shot a massive load in me. Benny grabbed his arm and once he’d finished spurting led him back to the sofa. Benny then came back and kissed me then said “no going back now – two real men’s poz loads in you – that bugs in you now lad!”.

(This story originally appeared in 2014 on my now defunct tumblr blog) I was in trouble. I was in very, deep, inescapable trouble. Here I was stranded on the side of the road, because I had ignored the last fuel for (x) number of miles signs back near Gallup. All told this was one of the worst places in America to run out of gas. The nearest town’s highlight was a trailer park full of Mormons and a crater from an ancient meteor strike. No fuel for dozens and dozens of miles. And it was getting dark. I popped the hood under the waning light, and opened the trunk; the universal sign of distress on the road. When I opened the trunk I remembered I had an Obama 08 sticker on the bumper. And an HRC equal sign. Given where I was stranded both of those things could make some serious anger come my way. Before I could really think about what to do, I heard a vehicle approaching behind me. Turning to look I spied a pickup truck slowing down as it passed me, then start backing up. The middle aged guy who got out of the driver’s side was amazing. He was easily six and a half feet tall, broad shoulders, and his arms looked like he could benchpress my skinny hipster ass. “You need a hand, pal?” he asked, his voice was a clear baritone that made me a little weak in the knees. His jeans were packed full at the crotch and so was the plain, stained t-shirt he wore. “Uh… yeah! I kinda fucked up and didn’t fuel up past Gallup.” “That is a pretty good fuck up.” He chuckled jovially, “I live just up the road and have some fuel I could give ya.” “Really?” I asked, almost incredulously, but I didn’t want to offend either. “Sure.” He shrugged, “Only problem is I’m coming off of a twelve hour shift and might not be able to drive ya back here, so if you don’t mind crashing on my couch?” “Sure, thanks… uhh I’m Matt.” I reached out my hand. He smiled and shook it, “I’m Zeke.” I got a little fascincated by the gray that was creeping into his beard. Fuck this guy was hot. There was a bit of an awkward silence which he broke, “You need to grab anything?” I chuckled, “Yeah, just give me a minute.” I reached into the car and grabbed my laptop bag, my accordion and my backpack. I tossed these into the extended cab to his own upturned eyebrow at the bulky leather case. “What’s in the big case?” he asked curiously. “An accordion.” I said without a hint of irony. Here I was, a twenty four year old, college educated, shaggy haired, skinny musician of obscure instruments with a mustache that has seen waxing recently. I was probably so far outside this guy’s experience he’d probably have me hiking back to my car in less than an hour. As he drove and the miles sank by I began to regret brining the accordion, but it was too fucking expensive to leave in a car overnight in the middle of the desert. “So where are you headed, you playing in a band?” he asked. “Yeah, actually.” I said, “I kind of.” I fumbled over some words then got out, “I’m meeting friends in Flagstaff to play a gig in the park downtown tomorrow night. We’d been practicing back in Dallas for a while and I kinda wanted to drive out here to clear my head before the show.” “Cool.” He said, “What kind of music do you guys play?” I smiled a little bit, here we go! “We’re kind of gypsy punk. There’s a guitarist, a drummer and a bass player, but also a violinist, and me on the accordion.” “Oh!” he said with a boom of recognition, “Like Gogol Bordello!” I was stunned. “Yes! Them and Caravan Palace are our huge influences.” “I love Gogol Bordello.” Zeke announced, turning on his blinker, “I drove to Vegas to see them. Great fuckin show!” We turned up a dark dirt road, in the distance I could see the lights of some houses out on the scrub plain, but with the sun down it was hard to tell where the road began and the darkness ended with the headlights. The truck stopped soon in front of a darkened house, maybe a hundred feet off the main road. We got out and Zeke helped me carry my stuff inside his darkened ranch style home. As lights went on I could tell he lived alone. No woman alive would have put up with exposed beams in the walls, and sheets of dry wall stacked in the living room. “Did you just move in?” I asked. “Yeah… five years ago.” He chuckled, “Wanna beer?” “Absolutely.” I set my stuff down near the couch and he passed me a can of Tecate. He’d been living here for five years and hadn’t gotten much done around the house in the interim due to a demanding job all the way down in Globe. “I moved here for the job from Phoenix, but my boyfriend at the time didn’t want to so we called it quits.” Zeke said, “We still get together whenever I’m in town though.” I breathed a sigh of relief after swallowing some beer, “Oh thank the gods!” I leaned back on the plush couch with a chuckle, “I was afraid my queer ass was going to get kidnapped into a Mormon fringe cult!” Zeke laughed, a big throaty laugh, “You read too much Huffington Post!” That little taunt made me laugh, because it was fucking true, “But seriously,” he dead panned, “They’re in the house down the road.” We laughed some more. A television lay dark, and I asked, “Wanna hear some of my band’s recent practice sessions?” he assented and I hooked the laptop to the flatscreen. I kicked off my sandals so I could crouch to see the HDMI port. “You smoke?” he asked. “Not cigarettes.” “Good!” he got up and disappeared down a hallway. By the time he got back I was pressing play on the sound file. It was one we were proud of; a cover of Crowded House’s “Don’t Dream Its Over”. Zeke sat back on the couch with a tray and a bag of weed. I helped pick out the stems and seeds and we smoked. It was some really good bud. “Yeah,” he said lazily, “I have it mailed from a friend in Oregon. It’s the only thing that can help me unwind these days.” “I just jack off.” I admitted, “I can’t afford to smoke good weed, so I just go without most the time.” We were stretched back and listening to the hyper, jazzy punk that was playing on the speakers. It seemed a little odd being juxtaposed with the heady, relaxing buzz now coursing through our brains, but Zeke was really digging it. “I’m gonna hafta come out and see your show tomorrow,” he said, “this is good. This is a lot more punk than gypsy, but I’m loving it.” He said with a smile and stretched out. The couch wasn’t big, so when he spread his arms over the back of the couch he basically had put his arm around me. I smiled and melted into him a little bit, but not too much to be presumptuous. I nestled into his shoulder and puffed on the last of the joint. “You really got it down to the nub.” He said. “Don’t burn yourself, dude.” “I have nimble fingers.” I admitted, with the best side-eye I could muster. He caught it and smiled, and pulled me into him. “Wanna fuck around, kid” he whispered into my ear and I shivered. I put the roach down on the arm of the couch and cupped my hand on his crotch. “Yeah,” I said with a wicked little grin, I groped him, feeling his growing stiffy and not immediately registering just how thick it was becoming, “weed always makes me horny.” He moaned, deep from his diaphragm and turned my face to his. Our lips met open, and immediately our tongues were getting to know each other. My hand went from groping him to his pec, and I squeezed gently. He pushed me back onto the cushions and moved on top of me, mashing our mouths together, and then making a trail down my neck. I groaned, joyfully. Zeke’s hands went under my They Might Be Giants shirt and tugged it off my head, exposing my pale skin, covered in light brown hair. He made another trail down to my left nipple and sucked it hungrily. I gasped over and over again in sheer pleasure. His hands were undoing my belt and unzipping my pants when he went to my right nipple and slowly started to tug down my pants. He met some resistance as the denim bunched up at my mid thighs. He chuckled, “What the… fucking hipster legging crap!” He declared with no small amount of sarcastic bluster as he tore my pants down my legs and threw them across the room. I laughed giddily. I was in a blue pair of cheap underwear I had dyed myself, and he smirked at the little panties. The older man gripped my growing erection through the cloth and began to jack me. His other hand worked into the leg of the undies and started to fiddle with my hole. I was moaning wildly on his couch when his finger entered me. “You get fucked on the regular, boy?” he asked, with no small amount of authority in his voice. “Yes, sir.” I said, knowing exactly where this was going, and wanting to help it along. “Good.” He said, pulling out his finger, “Bathroom’s down that hall on the right, Fleet enemas are under the sink.” He pointed to the hall and I got up and made use of his facilities. Here I was, on some god forsaken stretch of I-40 about to get my fuzzy hipster ass plowed by a hot rural daddy bear. “And put those little fag panties back on when your done in there!” his voice boomed through the house. I shuddered in expectant delight! I finished put my underwear back on and ventured out into the living room. Zeke stood shirtless, packing a bowl. We each took a hit, and after taking the bowl off of me and placing it on the kitchen island that overlooked the living room he pulled me by the neck into a kiss. His hands ventured back into my briefs and his fingers dove into my crack and across my hole. I whimpered into his kiss. Zeke then shoved me over the back of the sofa and shoved my undies aside, exposing my hairy hole. He shoved a finger into the first knuckle and I gasped. His finger was followed by his tongue and I was a quivering mess hanging onto the back of the couch. He continued to tongue and finger fuck me for a good while, spitting into my hole to help things along when needed. Every time I heard him spit and felt the wetness splat against my crack I’d gasp, knowing what he was prepping me for. Finally he pulled away and dragged me off the couch by my waist. He motioned me to my knees and I came face to face with the monster his genetics had made. His dick was wide as a can of Redbull and nearly a foot long. I gaped, not sure what I’m supposed to do with it and its wide dripping piss slit, when he gripped the back of my hair with his fist and sank his cock in. I choked and he said, “Calm down, and take it. You’re not singing tomorrow, right? So fucking take it!” I repositioned his cock, slightly, and swallowed as it approached my gag reflex. His length sank down, but only so far. I was still a few inches away from his pubes. But he let up on me, content with the progress I’d made, “Good boy. That’s how a good boy sucks his daddy’s dick, isn’t it?” I nodded when I came up for air, “Yes, sir.” He smiled, leaned down and kissed me, “Up. Come on.” He said, and led me down the hall, past the bathroom and into a bedroom strewn with clothes, and dominated by a king size bed. He picked me up and tossed my smaller 5’8” frame onto the bed, and climbed on after kicking off his boots. We made out some more, smoked a bowl from a bed side table, and continued making out as I worked his jeans off his legs. “You play raw or wrapped?” he asked. “I’m on cool.” I said, purposefully not answering him, hoping this man I’d just met would take the lead and breed me deep. “Good.” He said with a smile, “I’m undetectable so we should be good.” “Yes, sir.” I continued kissing him, and groped the monster cock between our bodies. He smiled and led kisses down my furry frame, ending again at my asshole. He pushed my legs up and I gripped them in my arms as his tongue renewed its assault. He grew impatient with the cloth obscuring my hole, so he tore the cheap fabric out of his way. I was shocked, but too turned on to give a shit about cheap briefs. I was clearly in the hands of a master. At forty-five Zeke knew well his craft, and was working me in a frenzy. I needed cock. Desperately; as if I was still the seventeen year old virgin who’d never been fucked. “Oh, god, Zeke… please, uuuuhhh.. fuck me…” “What’d you say, boy?” he spit into my hole. “Fuck me!” I said louder. “With what?” he spit once more. “With your cock!” I moaned, sounding like I was crying, “Fuckin, breed me, daddy!” He dug into the side table and came back with a bottle of lube. He spilled some over my asshole and worked in into me with his fingers, while he lubed his dick with the other hand. Zeke positioned himself and pressed the head of his wide cock to my hole and began to press forward. I opened to him, more easily than I ever had for anyone, and I’d never seen a cock as thick as his. I needed to be rimmed this good from now on, I thought as he began to sink his girth within me. “That’s a good boy!” he moaned with a dopey smile on his bearded face. “Oh daddy.” I uttered, higher pitched than I meant, and amazed at how full my ass had become. He bottomed out and bent over between my legs. I let go of my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist. Our mouths met again and we wrapped our arms around each others shoulders, pulling us closer together. He began to hump. Gently, but authoritatively. He claimed me at both ends, with cock and tongue, and I moaned into his mouth with appreciation. I hadn’t been taken like this in over a year, not even by the hot middle aged dude I met busking downtown last summer. Zeke picked up the pace and held himself upright with an elbow on either side of my head. I got the feeling he hadn’t had any ass in a while, given that he lived in Chambers, Arizona, hundreds of miles from the nearest gay bar and surrounded by desert. Despite the long absence of raw boy hole in his life, the man above me lasted a good long while. He’d pump furiously into me, his sweat dripping from his body and face, then slow down and lower his mouth to mine. His perspiration tasted marvelous. A delicacy, and I tasted it on our lips. When he’d backed off from his orgasm long enough he’d start up again. Time became an inconstant. It ceased to have any meaning with my ass and prostate under constant assault by this big bear of a daddy. He fucked me silly. I tried to make words, but they just devolved into moans, groans, and long drawn out vowels. I came twice; a torrent each time erupting from my cock and coating the hair on his chest and belly. He scooped some up each time and tasted, loving the taste of pliant boy juice. After the second time, he began to fuck me hard. And he became a lot more aggressive; which was perfectly fine by me! “Open your mouth, you useless hole.” He demanded. When I opened up, he spit into my mouth. I swallowed. “Again.” He said, not missing a punch to my prostate. His next load of saliva missed and hit me on the face. He spit again, hitting me this time square on the tongue. "Swallow it." I did. A strong hand went to the base of my throat while he wrapped his other arms around my neck. Then the jack rabbiting began. I lost all control of myself, and I came again. I nearly blacked out. My eyes refocused on his face, inches from mine. His breath hot on the side of my face as it screwed up tight and he growled, loudly. He held himself balls deep inside me as he unloaded his seed. His teeth clamped down on the side of my neck and bit down. He wanted to mark me, inside and out. Claim me. And all I could do was hang onto him. To wind my arms and legs tighter around him, moan at the hickey he was leaving on my neck, and marvel at how drained dry my balls were. He reached over to a control behind the bed, and the lights went out. We slept there, just as we lay, with his cock deep inside me. The next morning he fucked me again, with no less vigor. Then we made breakfast and went to take care of my car. Back at the house I updated my bandmates on my arrival time, douched again, and we fucked yet another time. This time, with him holding me by the ass against whatever walls and surfaces we could find. We then loaded up his truck and drove to Flagstaff. The show went well, although it wasn’t a big crowd it was very energetic and was picking up what we were putting down. My bandmates met Zeke at the after party in a bar downtown. Terry, the drummer, instantly saw the appeal. Zeke was also enamored with the almond complexion and bright green Mohawk of the Texas born Lebanese drummer. Zeke had made reservations at the Monte Vista and the three of us went back there and had a wild night. Terry was a bit of a spanking bitch, and we had a good time fucking him at both ends. By the end of the night me and Terry had assholes dripping with cum and Zeke had been seriously satisfied. Terry decided to drive back to Dallas with me and we spent two days at Zeke’s house getting our holes reamed. Zeke broke out his leather gear and we became his bitch boys. I got piss showers from both of them and Terry eventually took his fist. We implored Zeke to think about moving to Dallas. I suppose the absence of our willing holes would prove to make a more convincing case. Only time would tell.

I met a guy some days ago with a mobility issue. I'm not at all how this should be called in english, so I hope i'm not using any insulting terms. He was not in a wheel chair but he used two things like rods that would assist him walk. Something like these that someone uses when he broke his leg, yet different (they could stand on their own and not fall). He walks but in a very bizarre way. His hands are also alittle weird when they move. Not by shaking them unctrollably, rather like having a difficulty to make then move. His voice is almost okay. He was very cute, at least to my eyes, nice face, blond hair blue eyes. He was very kind. When I see someone in need of assistance, I dont know I just have to help him. So I did help him with some practical issues (he attends dental school, although with his issues he cannot practice it). I helped him put on his gloves and do some drilling on fake teeth. We talked a lot, I got him to his place with my car. I visited him again the day after and I fucked him. I put on a condom, although usually I bareback. I was hard with him, I really can't penetrate softly most o the times I just fuck hard and kiss. His moaning made me crazy. And him being weak unable to resist it made me feel as if i riaped him. I slept with him, it felt so satisying. It felt like i protect him. So i really liked that new experience. And I think he did too.

This site actually has excellent moderators and a seriously responsible webmaster/site owner. You might like to read the actual rules of the forum before dishing out criticism: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/12285-read-this-before-you-post/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/64867-read-this-significant-change-in-rules-effective-31/ Also, if no one reports a post that is against these rules, they have to read all of the posted content in order to catch it. They have lives outside the site, so that's an unreasonable demand on them (though they do read an amazing amount of it!).

I’ve been lusting for your ass for years and now I finally get a gander at your beautiful cock. Thanks for the pics. It’s worth going through these older posts. You have the perfect dick by the way.

Meet 3 guys this evening, and the all dumped there loads into my cunt, the best thing was they picked straws to see who would fuck me last, so he would be the one to push all the cum deep inside me. Loved the way they used me whilst one was fucking as hard as he could the other two were taking turns fucking my mouth, after the first guy came deep inside, and getting ready to pull out the second was getting ready to shove his fuck stick into my cunt. The first guy moved to the front and stuffed his cock down my throat so I could taste my cunt and his cum, after cleaning him up he went and sat down to watch his mates fuck me, the third guy was forcing his cock down my throat causing me to gag hard. The scond guy must of been inside for about 15 minutes before he started to dump his load in me, he waited for the third to come to my ass before pulling out and having his mate stuff his cock deep inside me, the second guy had me clean his cock and mmmm it was tasting nice with two sets of cum on his cock, sucked him clean for about 2 minutes before he sat down with his mate, I watched both of them tongue passioning and wanking each other, whilst the third drove his cock hard and hard into me, I thought he was going to break me he was fucking so hard, call me there cumdumo slut. He was nailing me balls deep and as he started to cum I felt his cock throb as he groaned when he came inside me, I asked one of the other guys to grab my butt plug so it could be used to plug my hole up, the third shoved my butt plug into my hole, I cleaned his cock, when he told me to go to the shower and knee down, I was so cum drunk, I obeyed and all three walked in and told me to open my mouth and recieve there golden amber, god I was in heaven being used like this knowing I have three loads deep inside me, and some of there golden amber in my guts. I drove home with there loads in me, and I decided to empty my cunt into a stainless steel bowl and lapted all the cum up. I'm still so horny but just can't find anyone online or on any apps at the moment. Really need to be used still.

I had never seen it before, but as I scrolled through grindr the other day I came across an interesting profile. "Piggy +" was all it said. There was a pic of a handsome, hairy guy and a few random details. Curious (and horny), I hit him up. As I often do, I sent him two pics to show what I was looking for: the first was of a raw cock buried in my hole, the second was of my hole dripping cum afterward. He took a few minutes to respond and at first I wondered if he was interested, but in response to my pics, I received a pic of a thick uncut hog next to a 12 oz soda can. The cock was longer than the soda can, and it didn't look like it was much thinner! Turned out that he works pretty close to me, but I hadn't seen him before because he just re-joined the app after a long time away from it. We exchanged messages for a while as he was able. He finished work at 4:00 so naturally, I invited him to come by and unload when he did. He readily agreed. We chatted a while longer and agreed that I would undress and wait ass-up just inside the door to my apartment. I spent the afternoon making sure I was clean and ready to take the pounding I hoped he would give me. A few minutes after 4:00, he messaged to say he was on his way. I unlocked the door, undressed, and squirted some lube up my hole just for good measure. I had laid out a sheet on the floor of my living room, and I got down on all 4's on it to await his arrival. Footsteps in the hallway and then the doorknob turned. I heard this stranger enter my apartment. He paused; I hoped he was admiring the view of my slightly gaped hole staring back at him. After a moment I heard the familiar rustle as he shed his clothes. A finger slid effortlessly into my slicked-up pucker, then two. He slid them in and out for a bit before withdrawing them. Then I felt his tongue instead. He licked my hole, sucking on it a bit, and darting his tongue in and out almost like a lizard. It felt amazing! I didn't want this treatment to end, but soon he spoke his first words: "I need to breed this hole." Music to my ears! I heard the click of the lube cap and then a pressure on my hole. I took a few huge huffs from my brown bottle as the head of this enormous member popped inside me. Without stopping, he slid all the way in until he was balls-deep. The tip caressed my prostate over and over as he began rhythmically sliding in and out, in and out. The precum ran in rivers from my cock, soaking the sheet beneath me. It was sheer heaven! Gradually, he picked up the pace and as he did so, he grabbed my hips. Soon he was pounding me relentlessly, his body slapping against mine each time he thrust deep inside me. I clenched my hole around his shaft and felt it get harder. He was about to cum! With a moan, he began dumping his warm cum deep in my guts, his cock jerking and spasming against my still-tightened sphincter. At last the spasms subsided and he slowly withdrew. I spun around and cleaned him off with my mouth, in customary fashion. Without another word, he dressed. Headed for the door, he paused for a second and said, "The plus sign on my profile IS what you think it is." Then he was gone. I felt a chill of excitement wash over me. I grabbed a toy, a 6" dildo that I've had for years. For the next five minutes I plunged it in and out of my hole, stopping occasionally to clean the poz cum and my ass juices off before plunging it back inside me. When I had seen the "+" sign on his profile that it meant he was poz. Now that I knew, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I couldn't stop playing with myself. Eventually I jerked off, knowing that if his seed took, my load would soon be toxic too. I messaged him on grindr about an hour later. "Hot time, you're welcome anytime you need to breed an ass." His response was simply the purple, grinning devil emoji followed by a pig snout. I very much hope this becomes a regular thing.

I forgot to mention this previously - an alternative to trainers/sneakers or a good pair of fuck-me boots is a pair of river shoes. They’re the kind of light, flexible-soled shoe worn for boating, canoeing or rafting. They have tread on the sole designed for traction on slick river rocks, and that can be handy if you’re trying to keep your footing on a hard, cum-slicked floor somewhere. Especially useful at bathhouses. They’re probably not as sexy to look at as fuck-me boots, but they’re an option. (Me, I’m a country boy and go barefoot whenever possible; Tops like it when they can see it when they make my toes curl. 🙂 )

Not quite, my mom and aunt caught me beating off to an International Male underwear catalog wishing I was getting fucked by one of the models. Anybody else use those catalogs to wack it? This was before internet porn.

I realized one time a in early 2020 that I was talking on grindr with a young man who was developmentally otherabled and after a while I had uncovered how much sexual frustration this poor young man had. He told me things he thought were hot and that night I went over and met him and did my best to make it as good of an experiance for him as I could, he got to watch his seed leak out of me. He was so happy and so greatfull. He tried to pay me, but I would never take his money for that. I didn't let him fuck me for pitty, but more because I knew the same frustration once. I realized I would be there for anyone going through that hard time. I adore being fucked by the differently abled.

Just yesterday morning a stranger came to my home to let me drink a bunch of piss - and some cum too!

My Egyptian daddy came over yesterday afternoon. He had to cancel two nights in a row, so I told him I wanted lots of loads if he still wanted me to be his bitch. He did not disappoint. He came over and gave me rough skull fucking like never before. Then he fucked me stoopid. It was load after load. He blew six loads in my cunt and before he left, he blew a load down my throat. He told me I would always be his bitch. My holes said "Yes, Daddy."

I think the topic description and the posts betray a disconnect. The TOPIC is supposed to be about how often (or seldom) tops like to have sex - ie fuck someone. But then the first post asks about fucking OR getting fucked, and most of the responses are bottoms who want it all the time. Well duh, Sherlock. I think we've established conclusively over the years that the supply of bottoms greatly exceeds the supply of tops, and the sexual appetite of many bottoms exceeds the capacity of any particular top man. So let's (just for fun) make up some realistic-seeming numbers and see how they work together. So in a given area, assume there's 100 gay men, of whom 70 are bottoms or at least versatile men who strongly prefer bottoming. Maybe 20 are versatile men who genuinely like both, or who may lean top, and MAYBE 10 who are essentially or completely tops. Most bottoms can, if they don't shoot while being fucked, take more than one fucking in a row (they may not get that chance often, but the point is, they CAN - and many would love the chance to do so regularly). Let's conservatively say half those 70 would gladly take two (complete to orgasm) fuckings in a row. And let's assume that on average, those bottoms would like to get their preferred level of fucking 3 times a week - again, conservatively speaking. That's 315 fuckings that, to satisfy the bottom population, would need to be delivered every week - by 10 "total" tops and 20 versi-tops. Some, no doubt, can fuck to completion twice or even three times in one day, others only once, but that's still (on average) 10 fuckings a week the tops would have to deliver to satisfy the bottoms. So yes, from a bottom's perspective, it's probably "shocking" how seldom tops seem to want to fuck. But in reality, the tops are probably getting >100% of the opportunities they want, even with a healthy, roaring sex drive. It's just that there are too many bottoms competing for those spots.

Got my first taste of cum when I was 8, older brother had me suck his dick and he came in my mouth had no idea what it was, he was 15. Many more episodes of this over the years yum!

Yes I have worn my chasity into bathhouses over the years, you will be amazed at how many guys want to fuck you and that talk really dirty to get you hard, as getting hard in chasity hurts, but also very horny as well.

Barry’s business boomed. I saw his clients before their conversion process. I checked their HIV status to be sure they were negative and had a conference with them to go over their suitability and had them sign consent. When they converted, I got them through the fuck flu symptoms and re tested them to prove they pozzed up. I recognized a few of them, movie stars, industry billionaires, and politicians. I couldn’t believe how much money I was making. More than my private practice, by far, and it took a relatively small amount of my time. For an additional fee, Barry would arrange for his newly poz clients to gift to his negative clients as well. I hadn’t participated in any of the conversations until Barry said he had a client who was a top only and wanted to convert as a top. Barry knew I mostly bottomed and asked for my advice. I told him I’d love to do it. Barry said he guaranteed that he would covert his clients and asked if I could make sure I was successful. I told him I could. Barry would arrange my appointment with him and I could set something up. Almost all his gifters were tops so this would be great for him. Because of the special request of being pozzed by a bottom the fee was doubled, an amazing amount of money, I was told. When Jim came to my office, I was agast. He was an amazing hunk, fit handsome, and very affable. I was drooling, good thing I was wearing a mas, but my hardon was obvious. I never had such a reaction to any of the previous clients. My exam discovered a huge cut cock with a large PA that was perfect for his size. He got a partial hardon during the exam and it was impressive. I explained the consent and told him that I was to be his gifter and that his conversion was not going to be the wild event that the conversions usually were. He understood. Instead of the conversion taking place locally we were going to go to the Caribbean to a gay clothing optional resort for a week. If he did not convert then a repeat at a different resort would be arranged. I was so hot to get started. His fuck flu would be treated at a resort of his choosing, with me being his personal physician, and an arrangement for him to gift a negative chaser as the finale of an amazing conversion. I don’t know what his fee would be but Barry said it was breathtaking. I couldn’t wait. Everything was arranged. I arrived a day ahead to make sure all my needs for the conversion were set up. Since this was a clothing optional resort, I was naked the moment I checked in. I was planning on this to be an erotic, passionate conversion over a week’s time. I hoped to have as much fun as the client. Jim arrived to the bungalow and I greeted him, naked of course. He was as gorgeous as I remembered. We had a brief kiss and he disrobed. His cock was rising, mine already hard, enhanced by my daily Cialis. I suggest a walk on the beach. It was just night, and he agreed. The walk was a combination of getting to know each other and to feel out what he would like. To my delight, he wanted a more romantic conversion than a rough fucking one. We held hands as we walked the beach. After a bit we took a swim, kissed and fondled. By the time we start back we were all over each other. His cock was delicious and his PA felt wonderful when I deep throated his thick 9 inch beauty. I was so hard. He was gentile and assertive the same time. This was going to be a great week. I thought I was going to be the aggressor because I had to poz him, but this first encounter was not what I expected. We started passionate kissing and Jim was in charge. He played with my doubly pierced nipples for ever He loved them and couldn’t get enough. It was heaven for me. No other partner enjoyed them more and I loved every second. He admitted how much he loved playing with nipples and he never saw double pierced nipples before and was taking advantage. No complaints from me. After a long while he drifted down to my cock and deep throated my PA. As great as everything felt, nothing prepared me for what transpired. His rimming and sucking of my balls put me into extasy. This went on forever. Then he stopped and went into the bathroom and came out with a toothbrush and some kind of cleaning cloth. What are you doing? I’m going to make you bleed and you are going to make me bleed. What? I’ll show you. He put the toothbrush up my ass and vigorously roughed up my rectum until the brush was bright red. He handed me the cloth which was a rough pot scrubbing pad and told me to rub his cock until the skin started to bleed. I did that but I did only half his cock towards the base. I think we are ready. You are doing my job for me!! My pleasure!! We continued our lovemaking. His cock tasted like blood and I assumed my ass tasted the same. Then I got aggressive and mounted his cock. I was sore taking him, and he was sore as I bottomed out on his very hard leaking cock. We used saliva and precum only. Once he was totally in me we started some aggressive fucking. It hurt at first the felt so good. The combination of pain and pleasure was intoxicating. I never was so aggressive, and I never enjoyed being fucked as much as I was enjoying this fuck. I began getting vey verbal, telling Jim to fuck me with no mercy. Usually I only became this verbal on poppers. I was close to cumming and yelled I was close. Jim yelled he was cumming as well, and we shot together. My cum hit Jim in the face as I felt at least 6 volleys shoot ups my ass. I collapsing Jim out of breath unable to speak. Jim couldn’t say anything. We were sweating profusely, slipping our slick bodies together like we oiled up, Jim whispered “That was amazing “ I whispered “It was the best” ”Your blood is joining my blood and is bringing your gift to me. Thank you” “ Thank you for the best sex I have ever had”

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.

Who here likes piss up the ass? Nothing hotter than the feel of a hard cock in your ass and the warm fill of his piss.

My married buddy tasted his morning to say he'd be at my for in 20 minutes. I stripped, got on my knees, mouth open to give him his usual blowjob. He came in, ordered me to kneel on the couch, he unbuttoned his jeans, got his cock out, spat on it and my hole then he forced his shaft deep inside my ass, christ it hurt but he didn't care, he fucked me hard till he shot his sperm deep into my gut, pulled out and fucked off. My boy, Drew was upstairs listening to me being shafted. He said I sound like a grateful pig.

pretty hot story

Its a great place. Im a regular. Plenty of bareback. Never seen a rubber in all the years I been going. The crowd is older with the odd younger guy. Diverse ethnicity which ticks a lot of boxes for me. Zero attitude which is very important. the venue is on 3 floors. With a great friendly relaxing 15man jacuzzi which is perfect to relax in. Chill with others. And cruise. there are now several new glory holes downstairs since being closed for pandemic. Something that other saunas lack these days. if you smoke or like outdoor sex they have a great roof top terrace. go and enjoy if u are looking for a long friendly relaxing 3-5 hours. If u want a quick in-and-out experience go elsewhere.

@BootmanLA - Your math makes sense (though I’d say the run of various unscientific polls on here might put your 70% closer to 66%, but we’ll err on the bottom side of vers) but the analysis sort of assumes that all these bottoms are making an equal effort to access the available Tops. They’re not. For every active bottom you find ass-up in a bathhouse, how many are just wandering around the halls looking (or posing) but not taking the initiative? How many are at a bar instead, fully clothed, looking for Mr. Perfect? How many are at home with their pants off behind a glowing screen trolling the apps with a blank, faceless profile, and wondering why they can’t get a Top to magically come find them where they are and fulfill all their fantasies without them ever having to take their eyes off the screen? Answer: A lot of them. I think you’re absolutely right that there is simply too much gay ass in want of fucking for the limited number of Tops to service them all even if they felt so inclined. But if the algebra is as simple as Tops being spread too thin, how does that explain gangbangs? How does that account for the fact that I can host my anonymous ass in a hotel at town that can barely call itself a city and average five Tops a night - and all of them leave their load? What that tells me is that the bottoms may exist in the community, but a sizable percentage of the ones bitching about not being able to get fucked aren’t actually trying. Or if they are, they aren’t doing anything to make themselves stand out in the endless sea of ass. Tops are still fucking. Of course they are. Why? Ask any Top - because there’s nothing else that compares to the feeling of cumming inside someone else. They’re never, ever going to stop. Have they cut back? Sure. COVID is scary, and it’s changed the game a bit. I’ve certainly noticed the difference. I also noticed how it felt in July in Atlanta when three huge cocks in a row each spent an hour reaming my cunt. I wonder, though, if a site like Breedingzone leaves some readers with a false impression of what life is really like out in the sexual world. If a person were to believe everything posted on these threads, he would come away with the idea that the site is populated almost entirely by sexual athletes who take multiple partners with oversized endowments on a nearly daily basis. But we know that so much fantasy is offered up as testimonial that it’s difficult to know when someone’s actually telling the truth. Case in point: I really did take three Tops, one right after the other, in Atlanta in July, for about an hour each, and each of them had an unusually large penis. But such a telling is unlikely to be taken seriously when every third post is about somebody getting DP’d with 9-inch cocks. So if someone spends much time here reading about the exploits of the members and assumes that they represent a reality in which everyone else is getting his hole filled, the reader can only wonder why it’s not happening for him - maybe all the Tops around him have just stopped fucking?

I appreciate the suggestion and will look into it because I’d really like to know. Not sure it’s the problem since I have been like this since day one of getting fucked and that was 27 years ago. I wish I had been on this site back then so I could have open conversations about sex and sexual problems.

This bears emphasizing. If there are two men there and one is clearly in a Dominant role over the other, you would be well advised not to even speak to the submissive unless you first speak to the Dom. If you don’t, the submissive may act as though you hadn’t addressed him (he may not be permitted to speak to others and could be sanctioned) and you could insult the Dom. If you see a guy wearing a collar, assume he belongs to somebody unless he makes it clear he’s public property. Like I do. 🙂 Alphas, also, may be possessive and territorial. If there are Alpha Tops present, pay attention to see if they seem to be keeping a certain bottom within reach or limiting his movements. These things are not likely to be an issue at the average mixed-flavor gathering, but I’ve seen enough go down to say that when it comes to men having sex with men, you never know what’s under the hood until you rev the engine.

If you're bottoming, don't expect to be loaded right away - and don't expect every top that fucks you to unload in you. Many tops are only good for one good load before they're spent, so they save it for most of the night. Be patient and stick around as long as you can stand it; hopefully at least 75% of the way through. At some stage, the tops are going to want to cum, and you don't want to be that guy that peaced out after 2 hours dry and disappointed. Also, if you're bottoming, do wear a jockstrap. It's a tell-tale sign that you're there to get fucked. Similar to comments above, based on my personal experience: - Personally, I prep for almost an entire day leading up to an event. No, that doesn't mean I constantly douche myself from morning to night. What that does mean is that I take it easy on the food intake that day of (i.e. no fast food or anything like that), stick to drinking water for quenching thirst, and I prob have a late breakfast and nothing after that except maybe a piece of fruit. Means there's less to douche out later in the evening (which you should still do of course), and little risk of things materialising midway through the evening. - Many places (in London anyway) require the wearing of shoes in the venue. Even for parties where this isn't the case, I'd still wear some anyway. Trainers work best for me, as the socks are where I store other things I need: poppers, lube. - Have your own poppers and lube, and something you can carry them in - i.e. high-top socks. The lubes provided at these venues (if at all) is going to be the generic water based stuff that dries out too easily. Also, be mindful of poppers in a dark venue...I've lost many a cap in the dark that I've struggled to find afterwards. Also, I've got an armband that has a zip in the bask where I can carry some small amount of cash (if there's a cash bar there). - Don't limit yourself to ideal "types". You'll find there's something for everyone, and also that you'll end up playing with (and having the best time with) a guy you would have ordinarily passed over on an app or website. - If you see two guys hand-in-hand (especially in gear), they may be a Dom/sub couple as mentioned by @ErosWired. You will need to approach (or be approached by) this situation differently. If a guy is clearly the sub, err against doing anything to him unless and until given permission. - Also, don't interject yourself into a scene in progress if you haven't been invited to do so. It's one thing for tops to be in a circle taking turns on a bottom (which is fine), but if you can see two guys eye-to-eye, locked in a passionate gaze with one another - DO NOT get between them by touching either one of them in any way. They are having a very intense moment, and you don't want to be the one breaking their rhythm. - And if you are in the sling waiting, and nothing is happening, and a couple guys walks over and asks if they can use it - get out of their way and let them. You can always come back afterwards, and would help if you walked around and tried to find a partner that way.

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That night Helen and I slept in the same bed she would not let me touch her, I tried to just put an arm around her to comfort her but she would push me away, it seems like she hated me, maybe she blamed me for everything, even though she had been fucking other men behind my back. I lay there, listening to Tracy and Jon fucking, my sister was very loud and almost shouting obscenities, there was not a sound from the room my mother now occupied. In the morning I went to the bathroom and found the lock on the door no longer worked, I closed the door then I showered, cleaned myself out, cleaned my butt plug and reinserted it, people wandered into the bathroom throughout my ablutions, my mother naked as I was showering, my sister the same, cleaning her teeth as I vacated the warm water from my bowels, even Jon coming in naked to piss whilst I cleaned my teeth, I put on knickers, girly shorts, (very flimsy), and a crop top. When I got downstairs my mother was already there, she was wearing a miniskirt and a crop top that her breasts hung below the bottom of, it only just covered her nipples, Jon was there in tee shirt and jeans and my sister was there in a halter top and jeans, Helen was still in the bathroom when I sat down and noticed that as my mother was stood at the sink she moved her legs apart, Jon was stood next to her kissing my sister but he had one hand up my mother’s skirt clearly fingering her, what had once seemed far beyond belief was now common practice in our house. The day was quiet, we sat around, I was bored, it was the evening that something happened, the police arrived at our door, I was the one who answered and let them in, I recognised them as the two that had taken a parcel from Peter a few weeks previously. It seemed my sister knew them well, the male officer’s name was Gary something, whilst his female partner was called Molly. Molly was strange, I think she was about mid 20’s, aloof, arrogant and yet for some weird reason I liked her, even when she wasn’t nice to me, maybe she was some kind of weird inspiration. I don’t know why they were here, maybe to pick up another package, but it was obvious that some kind of close relationship existed between them. (I later found out they were giving my sisters brothels, girls and gurls protection from the law). They sat and chatted a while and Molly kept looking at me, she then called me over, I stood and walked toward her dressed in my daisy duke cut-offs, crotchless tights and loose crop top. When I stood before her she remarked that my boobs where coming along well, she then told me to lift my top so she could see them better, I did and then she told me to bend down, I did and as she fondled my sensitive little titties, pulling on my rings, she whispered in my ear, “You know it turns me on seeing a pathetic faggot transitioning, to know you will never be the same again, to know your life is forever changed, you will never get married to a real woman, you will never have children, your parents will never have grand children”, She smiled and kissed my ear, at which point my sister said, “Why don’t you take him to upstairs and have some fun?” It seemed my sister knew Mollys tastes, my sister then turned to Gary and said, “Helen is available, or mother, or both” Gary decided on both and the 5 of us traipsed upstairs, I led Molly into my bedroom and to the unmade bed, the others went to one of the other rooms. Molly immediately started taking off her uniform and told me to “Strip Faggot”, she then walked toward me took me in her arms and kissed me deeply and then took me to the bed and lay down upon it, spreading her legs, “Right bitch, eat me and make it good” I went down on her to the background sounds of my mother and my former girlfriend stripping and getting fucked by Gary, the noises of flesh on flesh, slapping, grunting, the strange noise when someone is throat fucked. And all the time Molly had her hand in my hair whilst I licked at her pussy juices and when she came, she pulled me up the bed by my hair so I lay side by side with her and she licked her own juices off my face and kissed me deeply. We lay there and heard Gary cum, not sure who he had cum on or in, but he appeared at my bedroom door doing up his uniform and said, “Come on Molly, we got a patrol to finish” She got up and dressed and left me there naked, a short while after that, Tracy came up stairs, she came into my room and called “Mom, in here please” My mother came into the room, she had put on a tee-shirt and knickers , the tee shirt didn’t even cover her hips, her knickers where black tanga briefs, I have no idea why I remember that detail, I just do, anyway, my sister said you two clean yourselves out, get dressed and get your make-up on, you’re spending the night at Georges. I remember thinking Mom hasn’t met George yet, she is in for a shock, I know what’s coming, I don’t know which is worse, at least I know I can take him both in my boi pussy but more especially in my throat, George likes to force himself into a throat and even today, long after that first night with him, my voice has always been husky, he must have to some degree damaged my vocal chords. As we, my mother and myself, got out of my sisters car outside Georges house, my sister passed me a small baggie, “you might need this” she said. The bag contained a few crystals of T and so as we stepped upto the front door I told my mother to stop, I put my left hand up her skirt, she wasn’t wearing underwear, I pulled her butt plug out with my left hand and with my right I inserted a shard that I had already removed from the bag, my fingers slipping easily into her anus which was constantly open or at least sealed around a butt plug, I felt the warmth inside her, I replaced the plug as she pushed back a little to aid me, she just stood there not saying a word but she looked at me and gave me a sad smile We knocked on George’s door and he opened it wearing just a bathrobe, he grinned and said, “Welcome Whores, in you come” We followed him into the living room and on the big screen tv was a porno, a bi sex one, two men, two women, all changing partners “Well you two sluts start kissing” That was ok with me, I loved kissing my mom and feeling her body against mine and the passion with which she kissed me back made me think she felt the same, I glimpsed George taking off his robe and wondered if mom had yet seen his member, Christ it was huge. George was getting something from a drawer as he looked over his shoulder he told us to strip, I took off my high heels, my top, my knickers, my skirt, but he told me to leave my stockings on, he told my mother the same, and now I saw she had noticed his cock, I saw the moment her eyes went wide, I don’t know if it was fright or pleasure as she had had some pretty big things inside her before, including being fisted both cunt and arse, what she didn’t know and was soon to find out was how sadistic George could be, I am sure that had he been allowed to mark the merchandise, we would be in a far worse position, possibly broken bones, brandings, anything to cause pain, but although he was not allowed to mark us, I still knew we were both in for a night of pain with only him getting the pleasure, I am sure that had he found one big enough to fit him, he would have used a cruel condom on us both, tearing our insides, not for the pleasure of passing on a viral load, but for the pleasure of giving pain. Both my mother and I had our hands handcuffed behind our backs and where led into the bedroom to be placed on the bed, side by side, both of us with our heads hanging off the edge, this was what frightened me the most, I knew what George intended and that my throat would be sore for a few days after, My mother on the other hand probably expected George to be gentle, considering the size of his cock but she was in for a shock as he grabbed her jaw forcing her mouth open then slowly put the head of his cock in her mouth, no preamble, no getting it wet first, no, just a few strokes to start to make it hard and into her mouth, I saw her tongue come out as though to lick him, and I saw him pushing into her, it was clear that his member was growing rigid inside my mom’s mouth and as it did he pushed in more, I could see her start to gag, I could see the outline as it pushed into her throat and then she began to struggle, getting agitated starting to thrash from side to side, and the he just plunged forward, there was still at least 6 inches to go but he just rammed it all the way in until his pubis was resting on her face and she flopped around like a fish out of water unable to do anything except choke and then she was still, George slid his cock from her throat/mouth slapped her until she moaned and started to gasp for air lying there, face covered in saliva makeup run, tears and snot and then he approached me, his rock hard cock standing tall and firm and just so magnificent but frightening, He put it at the opening of my mouth and fed it in slowly, then like with my mother he simply rammed it in past my oesophagus and deep into my throat, I should have expected it, I should have been ready, but still it was so fucking painful and I was shocked and scared, as he rested his balls on my face I couldn’t even breath through my nose. I felt him pull on my nipples as I gurgled around his manhood, struggling to get air as he pulled and twisted my nipples painfully, and then I panicked I struggled I guess my mother watching would say the same about me, that I was a fish out of water and all I could think was that on my headstone it would say “Death by Cock”, thinking back now, it might well say something similar, “death by poisonous cock”, but right there, right then I wondered if this was it for me as I struggled to get air into my body and then I didn’t even feel the cock leave my throat, I was just coughing and spluttering saliva pouring down my face snot bubbling from my nose and I could hear the all too familiar sounds of a throat being fucked as George took his turn on my mother again. I have no idea how long the throat fucking went on, I only know that at some point George man handled both myself and my mother into position on the end of the bed, side by side, on our knees, knees apart exposing our holes, hands still behind our backs, face down on the bed facing each other and George said, “I told you last time you were here I was going to breed both you bitches, side by side, give both mother and son the gift that keeps on giving, my strain of poison” Again he decided to use my mother first, again no preamble, he just lined his cock up with one of her holes pushed in a bit then rammed home, my mother’s throat must have been very sore as I would have expected a scream or squeal but no, just a noise like a donkey braying and George saying, “Shit this whore’s cunt may be loose for other guys but it’s still tight on me”, A few strokes then he withdrew and positioned himself again and did the same again only this time it could only be her anus he was stretching wide, as she let out another braying groan/gasp half scream, again a few strokes and then he withdrew and lined himself up with me, I felt the mushroom head against my sphincter, I felt it push in and steeled myself as I knew that……..arrrgghhhh, he thrust all the way inside me, and pounded me a few times before switching back to my mother and starting on her again and this went on all night, I have no idea where he gets his stamina from but he deposited a load in me and two in my mother then dragged us both off the bed by just grabbing an ankle and dragging till we fell off, not even able to put out a hand to break the fall as both hands still behind our backs, he didn’t say a word and just left us there on the floor naked, cum dripping from my arse and from my mother’s arse and cunt, dried saliva on our faces, my hair all sticky where he had wiped his cock on it after dumping inside me, my mother’s hair stuck up as he had done the same to her, and he climbed on the bed and moments later began to snore.

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

If the top wanted people to know he would get in contact with them if he’s on here so would not dream of asking wish I meet him tho I need to get pozed before the cancer takes me

I was fucking a much younger fuckbuddy in his bed when I came aware that his dad was watching us from the door. He knew I fucked his son and was cool with it. He didn't say anything But he got a good look at my ass thrusting as I fucked his son. I grunted "I'm gunna seed your hole, awwww fuck, I'm cummin" I rolled off and shoved my cock in my fb's mouth. Then his dad came into the room, sat on the bed and said "looks hot" I said "your boy's got a great ass, I've opened him up, why don't you give him your load" He hesitated so I unbuttoned his jeans, pulled his cock out and masturbated him. He sported a solid hardon so I guided him towards his boy's asshole and he did the rest. He'd been fucking his sion's mouth for a while but that was the first time breeding him.

here's the Vimeo Link: (though honestly, what little sex is in this one makes chaser seem like some hardcore xxx porn by comparison)

easy to remember as it was my older brother. I had been sucking his cock for 2 years already so it seemed like a natural progression. he worked my hole into a pussy for a couple months first, cause he’s got a big cock.

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?

Just before it closed for COVID, i visited my first time. I paid for a room, removed my close, left my door partially open and stood with my butt at the opened door bent of slightly. I stood there about 3 minutes before I felt a hand on my ass cheeks. Without looking out, and without allowing the door to be opened, I felt a hard cock rubbing on my butt trying to line up with my hole. I reached back and felt a hard cock, with precum leaking down the shaft, which I scooped up most with my index finger and smeared it on my hole. When the cock began to push forward, it slid into my tight hole. A pair of hands grabbed my hips as he fucked me ...slow at first, then building up tempo. I heard a few onlookers saying how hot it was...and then I heard a guy say, "does the guy know your cock seed is poz and not on meds?" The guy who was fucking me, said he hadn't spoke to me yet. He asked if I wanted him to pull out or to breed me? I began to push my ass back on him meeting his thrusts and he says...I guess that is my answer, and then shot his seeds up in me. When he pulled out slowly, the guys were saying that it was hot to watch, and without moving...another cock went up my ass and shot in me too. I never looked back, or spoke, just accepted I was a cum dump receptacle. I am still looking for a potent toxic poz cock in Maryland to seed and breed me on a regular basis. So far, I am still testing negative...so anyone want to knock me up? I am bbfireman on BBRT and adam4adam.

Sweat in the Locker Room I heard from Chase on Friday and he had gone to get tested at the clinic. "They said I wouldn't have any results until Monday or Tuesday. Tyler still looks like hell but he can at least sip the gatorade you brought. The fever is down a bit too" he said. Saturday's update said that Tyler was looking a little better and had eaten something but still was weak and sore. I was going to tell Gabriel about what was going on with them but I decided it would just get him thinking about his own unexpected conversion. Instead, Gabriel and I surfed the apps looking for someone he wanted us to fuck together. I let him take the lead, but after showing him a few poz bottoms he started showing me neg ones. It surprised me but I didn't say anything. He chatted with a few guys and seemed to be really interested in one of them. "Shit!" he yelled out. I raised my head and looked over and he explained "the guy doesn't want to do a 3 way with two guys he doesn't know." I nodded and replied "Yeah, makes sense. We know we're good guys, but he doesn't. People are ugly sometimes, so he's just trying to be safe. Not totally safe, but except for the bug... safe. If he's up for meeting you, then go. Once he knows you're not an ass or a thief or a murderer, then maybe I can go next time." He looked at me in disbelief. "Gabriel, I told you I think it's hot knowing you're hooking up with other guys. Go fuck his brains out and have fun" I told him. He shook his head but typed away on the tablet. A few minutes later he asked "You sure?" and I nodded yes. He cleaned up and looked back once more to confirm I was cool with it. "Go!" I yelled out and watched him head out the door. My search continued, but now it was just for me. After a few rejections and no replies from some others, I found one guy that looked interesting. BRStud27 listed himself as a top, but his main pic was an ass shot. A fucking sexy ass shot. The kind you want to bury your face in and come up for air three days later. The rest of the pics looked damn good too. His profile said "Love to get rimmed before I fuck a guy" so I assumed the ass pic was to show what he wanted prospective bottoms to feast on. The initials "BR" didn't line up with any of the neighborhoods around here and with his caramel skin I began to think he might be Brazilian. His stats said he was neg but would fuck any status. The message I sent saying "sexy ass. b hot 2 rim it but I never stop there" got a quick reply of "thx. 2 bad we r on same side." My next message of "my dik would feel good in u" got "mine wud feel better in u" as a reply. There were a few more playful messages but I knew it was just flirting that was going nowhere. No one else really looked good so I closed the laptop and thought a moment. Slowly, I got up off the couch and decided I'd be the saintly one and go workout at the gym. After changing into some sweats and a tee, I grabbed my gym bag and headed out the door. "Hey, Milo" I said as I got to the front desk of the gym and checked in. Milo was a wiry, blond, college aged guy that had been working at the gym since they re-opened. He didn't have a lot of muscle on him and acted pretty femme at times, but he was a nice guy and worked hard keeping the place clean and running smoothly. I had tried a few times to get into his shorts, but he was faithful to his boyfriend. He could suck as much dick as he wanted but fucking was off the table. Unlike a lot of guys his age, he stuck to the limits his boyfriend gave him. He was a damn fine cocksucker and if you found him in the locker room he was usually on his knees. "Still on the short leash?" I asked him and he smiled back at me. "Yup. Only one guy gets this ass" he replied, turning the smile into a grin. "Lucky guy. If you ever want to try something different, my offer is still good" I said back to him, giving him a wink. Some guys are sluts and will fuck anyone and others find a good match and know they shouldn't fuck it up by messing around. I respected him for choosing his path and sticking to it. I was definitely on the slut side. I grabbed a locker and changed into my workout gear. I was already a little ripe when I got to the gym and the longer I worked out the stronger the smell got. My usual workout was a bit of cardio and a bit of strength training. In the old days I'd finish off with a dozen laps of the pool, but since they still had it closed, I did laps of the track instead. The last lap I walked to cool down and I headed toward the locker room. The locker room scene was like a lot of the gyms in the gayborhood. You could see almost everything there and today was no different. As I walked into the locker room, I saw Milo on his knees with his back to the wall, sucking a guy off. The top looked familiar and the closer I got, the harder I tried to figure out why. My jock started to fill out as I approached the two of them and when I got to the other side of them, I saw the tattoo that reminded me who the guy was. BRStud27 looked even better in the flesh than his profile pics. His hands were pressed against the wall as Milo worked his magic with his tongue, lips and throat. Moving a little closer I gently put my hands on his shoulders and leaned in, whispering "Very sexy ass" before slowly tracing my tongue down his back. My hands grasped each mound of muscle and pried them apart just before my tongue got there. Breathing deep, I found his scent intoxicating. My tongue lapped around, feeling the tightness of his pucker and the strands of hair along the crevice. He may have jerked a little from my first touch, but as my tongue flicked, lapped and poked he settled down and moaned louder than he had with just Milo working him over. My hand reached up to tug on his balls, but I found that Milo had beaten me to it. My hand moved back and pulled his butt cheeks open a little more and I began to tongue fuck him. It didn't take long and he started bucking his hips back before thrusting forward, shoving his cock into Milo's throat. We continued like this for several minutes and his ass and my face were covered in a thick layer of spit. I knew he said "top only" in his profile but I needed to try and see if there wasn't a little bit of unadvertised versatility in him. I traced my tongue back up his spine, letting my hands free to push my shorts down and slide the pouch of jock to the side to release my very stiff cock. Milo must have sensed that I had stood up and I felt the back of his hands as they grasped the guy's butt. Whether he intended to help me or not, he pried the guy's crack wide open for my cock to slide between. Each of my hands held the top guy's so he was pinned to the wall. I rocked my hips, humping his butt for several strokes and I heard him grunt lightly. I didn't hear him say "no" or shake his head, so a few seconds later I speared my cock between the mounds of muscle to his spit covered hole. He panted a little as I wiggled and pushed until my cock poked inside. He gasped and I heard a strained groan as he got used to the head of my cock just inside his ring. His body quivered a little followed by a few more gasps and a long, quiet "fuuuucccckkkkk." When the tightness released slightly from his ring, I began to slowly roll my hips. My cock dug a little deeper with each stroke, stretching him just a little bit more. He was a lot tighter than most guys I fucked and it became obvious that he really was just a top. I doubted that i was the first guy to fuck him, but the last had been a long time ago. I had expected him to struggle and shut me down, but he didn't. I'm sure that if Milo hadn't been sucking like crazy it wouldn't have been this easy. My strokes began to get longer and he leaned his head back on my shoulder and let out a protracted moan. "I was right, my dick does feel good inside you" I whispered in his ear before giving a firm thrust. "Oh... god... yeah..." he said, giving a quick push back onto my cock. His hips started to rock as he fucked his cock into Milo's throat and then his ass back on to my shaft. I slowed my own movements and let him control the fuck for a bit. After a few minutes I started to drive in as he pushed back. He was taking it a lot better than I imagined and he did give a few squeezes with his ass here and there. I'm not sure if he reached his limit or if Milo did something to trigger him, but suddenly his breathing got raspy and he gave several seconds of quick thrusts before I felt his hole spasm around my cock. I briefly wondered if Milo was going to drown in cum before my own orgasm began. I thrust in hard a few times and then held him tight as volleys of cum pumped into his tight ass. "Oh fuck... fuck... FUCK" he gasped as both of our orgasms faded. I wasn't sure how much of my profile he read and if he was starting to freak out about the poz load that was now stewing in his guts. My hips began to rock again, churning up the cream inside him for a few more minutes. He wasn't trying to wiggle his way out, so I decided to just ignore the comment and slowly pulled back until my softening cock fell from his hole. The cum that fell to the floor was a little pink and once I was far enough back I let go of his hands. "Damn, that was good" I said as he backed away and pulled his cock from Milo's mouth. Some cum was dripping off his chin, but Milo licked most of what was left on his lips. BRStud27 seemed to be a little unsteady on his feet and his stunned expression told us that he wasn't expecting anything more than a quick blowjob. I reached out my hand and pulled Milo to his feet and we all headed off to the showers. Once I was cleaned off, I went back to my locker and got dressed. As I was tying my shoes, I heard over my shoulder "Thanks, that was hot. I haven't taken a cock since I left Brazil about ten years ago. I hope we can do it again some time and maybe flip." "Mmmhmm, it was" I replied, ignoring any thought of flipping. We walked out of the gym together, waving at Milo who was back at the front desk. I turned left at the sidewalk and he went right. I felt good with a pair of empty balls and I wondered if Gabriel's hookup went as well. I walked in the door and heard Gabriel yell out "Shit!" I followed the sound to the bathroom and found Gabriel holding a condom full of water with a steady stream coming out of the tip. "Wha?" I asked as I stood in the doorway, looking confused. "I grabbed these condoms at Steam last time since they had some free large ones there. After I fucked the guy today, the tip was empty when I pulled out and now I know why. I bred the fucker without even knowing" he said, somewhat distraught. "Well, you tried. I heard from Tim that guys poke holes in those condoms so I guess it's true" I replied.

We didn’t sleep much. We fucked each other into exhaustion. We went to our meeting came back to the room at 11. I undressed Larry and licked his entire body. I sucked that beautiful cock until I could taste his precum flowing. What a wonderful taste. I mounted his cock and slowly milked his manhood. For an hour we fucked in silence just staring at each other with our eyes doing the talking. No poppers to alter my desire yet I was full of desire. After an hour I began pounding with Larry returning every thrust with passion. We blew our loads together. I climbed off and sucked him clean then licked my cum up and kissed Larry. We snowballed for 10 minutes and both swallows my cum. We passed out. We slept all afternoon, when we awoke, Larry asked what’s next? I want to go to a bath, a raunchy one. I know just the one Larry said. Lots of uncut poz cocks. Perfect!!! We ordered room service then got prepared. Larry told me what to expect and I became so horned up I was shaking. I squirted plenty of lube up my cleaned out ass and we set off. Boy what a sleezy place as we got there. We signed in and got a room. The attendant said it was “sling night “ and wished us a good time. I read about slings. Couldn’t wait. My cock was at full attention. I asked if there was any HIV testing available. He said it was near the showers. I smiled at Larry and he nodded. We got our room and stripped. I told Larry I was not wearing a towel and I wanted him naked as well. I wanted us to be hit on. We walked around getting lots of looks. The cocks I saw were huge and mostly uncut. I was at full attention. Here take this as Larry handed me a pill. I recognized it as a 20 mg Cialis. I swallowed it. Thought this would help,Larry smirked. We are going to be here all night. I smiled we went into a room with total blackness This room is for anonymous fucking. No cocks or asses refused Larry whispered. I’ll hook up with you later. The room was full of naked bodies. There were hands all over me. Before I knew what was happening I was being bent over and a cock was sliding in me. A cock brushed by my face and I started sucking on it. I was in heaven. In f few minutes a voice behind me grunted “Take my toxic load” and I could feel the cum coating my ass. Before I could thank him another cock took its place then another and another, most telling me I was taking a poz load. I swallowed a few loads as well. After an hour I staggered out with cum running down my legs. I was heading back to the room but the cum running down my legs was a magnet for cock. I was grabbed and fucked 4 more times before I got to the room. Larry was waiting for me. Having fun? YES!!! I got tested he said. Results in a few hours. Excellent. I need a shower. Then to the sling room , Larry announced. OK!!! in the shower I was approached by several guys who soaped me up and took turns with me. All huge uncut cocks. I shot cum two times. I was exhausted with pleasure. We went back to the room. Why is everyone hitting on me? Because you are so white and smooth Larry explained. These Latinos love that. You stand out. See what happens in the sling room. What? You’ll see. We went to the sling room. A guy in the sling a slim white guy was just getting off. Cum was running out of him. Take his place Larry urged. You think? Yes. I was never in a sling so Larry helped me. I was tied in. Once in place Larry announced. “ He’s a negative chaser”. There was a roar of approval of the 10 guys in the room. Before I realized it a line formed in front of my exposed ass and a huge uncut cock was entering me. A mirror above me gave me a great view of the action. The sling rocked and my prostate was really being stimulated. I came twice before he came yelling “Take my toxic load!!” I then asked him to let me clean him. He did. I thanked him. The next guy was fucking me. The cum in my gut was foaming around his cock. It was so erotic I don’t know how many loads I took but I loved every second. I stumbled back to the hotel. When we got there Larry undressed me and whispered in my ear. “ I love you and I’m poz”

Larry gentle sat Me on the bed and laid him down. He kissed and licked me from my lips, neck, pits and nipples. He spent several minutes licking and sucking my small nipples, but I loved it. No one had ever done that before to me. My cock had never been so hard and was leaking an amazing amount of precum. He came to my cock and started sucking and deep throated me. I never felt like this. Then without warning he stopped and straddled my hips, licked his fingers lubed his ass and began sitting on my hard erect cock. Larry then said, Relax, I want you to feel how much better a mancunt feels compared to pussy. My cock slowly entered him, he went in and back out but each time deeper. My precum was lube enough. In a few minutes I was completely inside him. The feeling was indescribable, it was amazing. Then he started pumping in and out. Oh don’t stop, my cock has never felt so good. It only took a few minutes and I shot volley after volley of cum up Larry’s ass. He then squeezed and milked my cum completely out of me He slowly pulled off of me then much to my amazement he began sucking my cock. Then he said that it says thank you to your top for shooting his cum inside you. It shows appreciation and it tastes great as well And it feels great as well. Then he kissed me and he was right. It did taste great. He laid next to me and he asked how a manpussy felt. I told him it was the best much better than pussy. He told me that when my hardon came back he would prepare me for his pierced cock. It would take a bit but promised me I would love it. I told him I couldn’t wait, my cock was already getting hard. I never rebounded so quickly and wanted him to start. Larry kissed me passionately put my legs over his shoulders and began a gentle licking of my ass. What are you doing? That feels amazing. It’s called rimming, essentially French kissing your mancunt. I pushed my ass into his face and grinded my ass with gusto, it felt soooo good. I guess you like that. Let me get something. Larry went to his suitcase and got a bag and too out lube and a brown bottle. Here, inhale this up each nostril 3 deep breath each. These are poppers they will help your ass relax and take my cock easily. I did what he said. In seconds I was feeling great and super horny. Then I felt Larry’s finger go up my ass and start massaging my prostate. My God that feels great I almost screamed. I started to become very vocal. Push harder!!! A second finger entered and both massaged my G spot. More!! I yelled. 3 more snorts on each side Larry ordered and I eagerly complied. Now 3 fingers then 4. DON’T STOP!!! I almost screamed. Then Larry said you are ready, do you want my cock inside you? Please!!!!! I begged. Hit the poppers again and I snored 3 times each side. He took out his fingers and I felt his cock and PA push on my manhole and the head popped in. What an amazing feeling!! He pushed in a tiny bit then backed off then in again. Deeper each time. Damn it felt good. It took10 minutes but his thick pierced 10 inches was up to his pubes. You OK? Larry asked. Never better. Take another hit of the poppers which I did the he stated sliding that cock in and out. He started to fuck me slowly getting more aggressive. I was in heaven. After 10 minutes or so I felt something indescribable, I didn’t know it I was going to pee or cum or both. It was so intense. I think I’m going to pee I yelled. Larry said to relax and let it cum, don’t fight it. After a few minutes I let it go. Then the most intense orgasm I ever had started. I shot tons of cum, started shaking and spasming. It lasted a few minutes and then Larry shouted he was cumming and I felt my insides filling with something warm and wonderful. Larry fell on top of me. We were both exhausted with unspeakable pleasure. I couldn’t believe how satisfied I was. Several minutes went by and Larry pulled out of me. Remembering what he told me I moved down to his cock and sucked him clean. It tasted sooo good, his cum and my ass juices. I then kissed and shared my bounty with him. Larry then licked up my cum, I couldn’t believe how much cum I shot. He kissed me and pushed a bunch of cum in my mouth and I pushed it bank. We shared it over and over, then I swallowed it. Cum tastes so good. I wanted more. You are beginning to become a real man Larry whispered in my ear. Soon you will be totally coverted and become that real man you were meant to be. I hope so I whispered back.

I’d love to get used and whored out

Brett my fiancé ate me out for almost a half an hour before breeding me himself and the held me and told me that he never loved that with anyone until recently with me. What ever you are doing keep it up I fucking love tasting you and think about it all the time. He slid inside me and fucked me again since he was getting horned up talking about it. The morning came and I knew Joe was due back soon and really wanted him but again David text and told me to come by at noon. When I arrived there was a note like last time and I followed the directions and went around and got on all fours and slide the blindfold on and minutes later I heard the door and then felt hands on my ass and the guy put his left hand on my back and pushed me down and spread my legs and began to eat me out and I was moaning and soon came and then he pulled up and slide a huge dick inside me and he spoke for the first time and I realized the guy was black and his dick was so big it was stretching me and it hurt, I was wincing, he soon told me to breath and relax my cunt as he slowly slide in and out of me. He picked up the pace as he fucked me, and he was going deeper and deeper inside me. It hurt and I was whimpering and moaning and then he shoved in deep, and I could feel him convulse and knew he was breeding me. He kept his dick in me draining his balls and then slowly slide put of me. He got dressed and after hardly speaking he got on the phone and call someone and told them they needed to get over here and breed that white whore. He put the guy on speaker and shaped a few pics and I could hear the guy say Fuck yea, that cunt needs BBC. I am bringing Malcom also. The guy walked out and shut the door behind him and a minute later another black guy came in and said, fuck he beat me to you. He got in your slut pussy first. Oh well. He had to have been pulling out his big dick while he was saying that because he pressed his thick dick inside me and began to fuck my recently cum filled hole hard and deep. His dick was thicker than the last guy but not as long and he slide in slowly and then began to long dick me and fifteen minutes later he came in me with a grunt and as his dick twitched inside me. He pulled out and called a bud of his and I could only hear his side of the conversation and he told the guy he needed to stretch my pussy out with his monster dick and the guy seemed to agree and then he hung up and told me I was fucked and chuckled as he walked out. The two guys arrived next, and one felt up my ass while the other fed me his cock. This guy was thick and filled my mouth as the other guy who was long and thinner dicked fucked me deep and only lasted ten minutes and shot in me and the guy in my mouth pulled out and went back and fucked my pussy for fifteen minutes and shot his load in me. The other guy must have left because we were alone and then I hard the door and a guy asked how is that cunt? The guy in me said wet and stretched and then he said fuck nigger I need to watch you destroy that white pussy. The guy who had me suck his dick came over and fed me his crummy dick to clean off and the other guy took his place while the guys who was feeding me told me to breed and this is going to hurt for a little while until he gest in you babe. The guy behind me pressed what felt like a tree trunk against my wet already stretched pussy and he pressed in, and I screamed and tried to pull of the cock, and I finally got loose to beg him to stop and tell him no, please but he was already halfway inside me and he said babe it is too late. He slow fucked me there and I opened up some and then he pressed in and it hurt again and I began to cry and soon his balls were against me and I could feel his pubic hair and he slow fucked me and after twenty minutes I opened up and he was able to pull out four inches and then slam it back in taking my breath away ever time and after another ten minutes he pressed inside me and shot his load in me. I thought he would pull out, but he just kept it inside me and began to fuck me for another five minutes and gave me yet another load and then he slowly pulled out and the other guy left, and the guy told me I was the best white pussy he has ever had as he walked out the door and shut it behind me. I made my way home as cum leaked out of me and when I arrived home, I got in the shower and tried to clean the scent of those hot black men off me, but I could still smell them all night long. I really did not want to have sex with my fiancé, but he pulled my panties off in bed and ate me out and sucked the cum from my pussy and then kissed me and told me how great I tasted and tonight there was something different and amazing. He ate me out and made me cum twice and then fucked and breed me. In the morning he was asking me what I ate because I tasted to amazing and gave him a list of things, but I knew he loved all those BBC loads that were inside me. I thought for a moment that I was marrying the stupidest guy who could not tell he was eating cum, but I just kissed him as he left for work.

Even after shooting all day i will never fully empty. This is the softest it'll ever go

Yep, when I was 12yo a neighbor caught me jerking off outside in the wooded area behind my parents house to a gay porn mag I had found. He said he wouldn't tell my parents if I let him have some fun, and back then I was terrified of my religious parents finding out I like other guys. I ended up loving having this older man have his way with me and I know damn well it's the reason I'm such a cum pig now. He was the one who got me into sucking off random men through a glory hole and letting random men breed my ass. If he hadn't shown me all this wonderful stuff I'd probably have ended up like most stuck up twinks (gasps in horror lol) Instead though, I'm a poz cum slut that happens to be a twink, god knows I'm getting more dick than I would have if I wasn't like this too

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