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The Raw Adventures of Jack (Part 3) We left the club together, Hoodie, his friend and I, and in the orange lamplight hastily climbed into a really battered old Marina; it was full of all sorts of junk and reeked of cigarette smoke. My god those cars are old and this one rattled and choked like it was on its death bed! I pushed some of the junk onto the floor and sat in the back with Hoodie beside me; he spent the whole journey running his left hand up and down the inside of my right thigh, deliberately bumping into my crotch. The agony in my balls was exquisite! ‘Oh sorry, this is Phil,’ Hoodie tapped our driver fondly on the shoulder. Phil glanced over at me as though this kidnapping was an everyday occurrence. ‘Hi Phil. I’m Jack,’ and I turned to Hoodie. ‘What’s your name? You haven’t told me.’ Hoodie popped that lop-sided grin at me again and paused his massage of my leg. He moved closer to me across the back seat and looked me deep in the eyes. ‘I thought you’d never ask.’ His grin spread wide. What a cheeky bastard you are, I thought …. a cheeky, teasing, dirty, fucking gorgeous bastard. ‘I’m Mateusz. My friends call me Matt but you can call me Mateusz if you like!’ He grinned broadly and gave my chin a soft pretend punch. ‘Now play nice, Matt,’ Phil chirped from the front. Okay I thought. You are a cheeky bastard and I’m going to have to be careful with you. And actually from that point on I’ve deliberately never called him anything but Mateusz. ‘That’s a Polish name, huh? I thought, when I met you, you might be Danish.’ ‘Yup. My folks are from ‘the old country’. I guess Denmark’s not a bad guess. I’ll give you 6 out of 10.’ ‘You’re keeping a score?’ I raised an eyebrow. The horny bastard just kept grinning at me and started playing with my thigh again. ‘Oh god!’ Phil groaned from the front. Sounds like I’m not the first bit of ass Mateusz has taken home. The guys shared a flat just across the main road from King’s Cross. We left the car and entered a tall 19th century red-brick building, gloomy in the lamplight. Two flights up and we reached the flat. Like the car, the flat was a complete mess, stuff everywhere and there lingered the smell of curry and cigarettes. It was warm inside. Once in we took off our shoes, Phil busied himself in the kitchen and Mateusz offered water for us all. I accidentally stepped on some hand weights. ‘Oh! Who works out?’ I asked. ‘Not me,’ said Mateusz thumbing his hand at Phil, who raised an arm. ‘I don’t need it,’ he grinned. ‘Come on; we are going to have a shower.’ He pushed me roughly towards the door and out into the corridor. ‘We are? Oh okay!’ Mateusz led me to one of the bedrooms; he left the lights off but the all-pervading orange of the street lamps lit the room perfectly well. He stripped so fast I barely had time to notice. Unbuckling his belt, he slid the blue jeans down in one swift action leaving them where they lay on the floor; the hoodie and t-shirt came over his head in a similar fast action and flew across the room, though he took a second carefully to unhook his glasses and rest them on a table. ‘Come on,’ he chided me. As I began to undress, I caught a glimpse of a stringy, lanky, hairy body all arms and legs scrolling out of his boxers and a brief flash of his swaying cock and balls as he slipped out of the door. I took my time, neatly folding my clothes and gingerly walked out towards where I heard the shower. He already looked like a wet dog, his hair matted and dark in the falling water; his beard was dripping but there was that grin again. His torso was covered in hair, two bright red nipples standing out, and his legs were as matted with dark hair as everywhere else. His soft cock jiggled around, water dripping onto the sack of his bright pink balls. Even his long lumpy toes were hairy. What a sight! He’s not exactly well built but there’s something very raw and sexual about him. He was eyeing me as he waited for me to slip in beside him. We are the same height, I thought, but we look so different. He’s all sharp angles, elbows, rib cage, hair and bones and here’s me, soft undulating plain pink-blue skin, muscles well defined, back and ass curving and round, big thighs. Once I got wet, Mateusz started to wash me, rubbing his hands vigorously over my back and ass, lifting one arm and then the other and sliding his hands from time to time into my crack. Now I understand the shower! He rubbed my back dry for a few seconds and gave me the towel, scampering dripping wet out into the corridor. I half expected him to shake himself dry like a dog but I quickly dried myself off and made my way back to the bedroom. ‘Yes. That’s better!’ He was rubbing himself down with his t-shirt which he suddenly tossed back onto the floor and, pulling back the duvet, leapt into the bed, his balls dancing around under his hairy ass. He wriggled furiously around in the bed, either excited or just getting really dry. ‘Come on Jack!’ he sounded almost annoyed. ‘Get the fuck in my bed!’ I finished drying off, folded the towel over a radiator and walked slowly to the bed. Okay so Mateusz is an impetuous, horny dog and he’s picked up a bit of muscle to play with ….. so I’d better flaunt my muscle a bit. I stood over the bed, looking down at him grinning from below. I placed my arms akimbo, hoping he’d take in my toned swimmer’s build. ‘Stop showing off and get in here!’ he flipped back the duvet. I slipped down and in beside him resting on my elbow. The bed felt slightly damp but as I ran my hands over his furry stomach and up across the hairs of his chest to his face, I realised how incredibly warm this dog on heat was, just like in the club. I leant in and kissed him. He wrapped his arms strongly around me and I fell on top of him. We were so fierce in wanting to get into each other’s mouth, it was like we needed to eat each other … then our teeth hit and we stopped. ‘Lie back,’ he told me and in one ungainly move he sat up, pushed back the duvet, whipped round and passed his left leg over my head. His cock and balls loomed over my face and we began to 69. His groin smelled fresh and clean from the shower and my face was encased in a hairy mass as I began to lick and suck his balls. His torso arched over mine but I felt a hand on my cock and then a warmth enclose it as Mateusz started to suck me. I eyed his hole, wreathed in hair but tight and pink. My arms were trapped but I freed my right and started to massage it. He was busy on my cock with enthusiastic moans and slurps. I could feel his hard cock bouncing on my chin and chest so I slid down a little and started to lick and slide along its length. It was surprisingly hard and fat, head pointed like a torpedo, the shaft curving inwards, fat and bulbous in the middle. I squirmed down some more to try and get it in my mouth but I couldn’t reach. The noises he was making round my cock carried on. I released the other arm and reached up to feel the tight, muscular contours of his hairy ass and thighs. But before I could very get far, the horny dog bounced back up and round and was looking me back in the face again. ‘Hi! You okay?’ He grinned and I nodded. ‘Your cock tastes good. Nice and firm. Fills my mouth perfectly!’ He sounded like a connoisseur of the male organ. And before I could reply he was burrowing away in my left armpit, licking and sniffing and rooting around, just like a horny dog. I enjoyed the attention he was paying me. We carried on in this way, exploring our bodies, smelling and tasting and eating each other as much as we could. There was a moment when Mateusz leapt out and scampered off to the kitchen to get water and a cold bottle of poppers straight from the freezer. We drank and grinned at each other but pretty soon the dog was back sniffing around its prey. We explored each other for hours, getting hornier and hornier and more and more desperate to devour each other. Eventually, I found myself lying back, legs up and wide open, Mateusz buried away snuffling round my balls and ass. He fingered around my hole, licked it, tongued it, rubbed his beard over it and pressed his nose in. I moaned, raising my groin to meet his face. He snuffled around and I let out a gasp. I was so horny by now, that longing ache in my balls was back. I rubbed the head of my hard cock. His hair gently brushed against the inside of my thighs, my skin tingling and my balls drawing up tight. His beautiful head popped up over my stomach; that horny grin spread across his face again. ‘You okay? You like it?’ ‘Oh Mateusz, baby, that’s sooo good.’ And then I just had to ask. ‘Man, I need you inside me. Please fuck me. Please!’ He flicked his eyebrows at me and that gorgeous grin on his face just made my hole twitch and my balls ache all the more. He came up close and looked me deep in my eyes. ‘You want it. You sure?’ I writhed and groaned and breathlessly begged him. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me. I was desperate to have this dirty little dog inside me. The head of my hard cock was wet with pre-cum as I smeared it in and rubbed frenetically. Mateusz sat up on his haunches and pushed back my legs. I looped my arms through and he dropped his lanky torso between my muscular thighs. He spat on his right hand several times, rubbing the spit up and down on his hard curved cock. I saw the torpedo glistening below. It curved upwards towards Mateusz’s belly. He pushed it down and poked at my slippery hole. I winced as he pushed it in. I realised, with a happy warmth in my stomach, that he was not using a rubber and that, without any discussion, we were going to bareback. That made me want him even more. I was masturbating in earnest, ever few seconds a quick flick of the wrist. ‘You need the poppers?’ my lover asked. I nodded and he handed me the bottle. Unscrewing the top, I took a long deep hit. I offered them to him but he refused. He slid the slimy raw torpedo back in as the poppers began to take effect. I consciously relaxed and opened my legs further. The poppers were swilling in my head as Mateusz began to rock back and forth, slowly, everso slowly, increasing the rhythm as he started to fuck me. He looked me in the eyes; he wasn’t grinning now; he just had the look of a man focussing all his mind and energy on one task, fucking the man lying beneath him. I held his gaze, mouth open, tongue out, masturbating hard; I wanted him; I wanted him so badly. I could feel the thickness of his cock as it slid in and out. It curved upwards and inwards as he slid back and forth. He moved slightly to his right, resting on one bony arm and holding onto my muscular left leg. He was focussed, sweat streaming down his neck and across the thick dark hairs of his chest. He moved again, slipping further forwards, his arms dropping either side of my face as I stared up at his scrawny hairy chest. I took another long deep hit of poppers. ‘I’m going to cum soon,’ Mateusz breathed out. He kept up the rhythm and I felt myself opening up physically and as ploughed me. The poppers took hold; my breathing was fast and I could feel my orgasm building in the base of my groin. ‘I’m going to cum too. Don’t stop fucking me. Fill me up baby!’ and within seconds I was squirting thick blobs of white creamy juice onto my flat hairless belly. I looked up at my beautiful horny dog but Mateusz was lost in a world of his own, focussed entirely on the torpedo ripping into my guts. His eyes were glazed over and his breathing was erratic. I’m not sure when exactly he started breeding me for he was uncharacteristically silent, but as the seconds ticked by, I realised my guts were filling up with his seed. I have never been happier to be a gay man or felt more fucking alive than at that moment, locked together, impaled on this beautiful man’s hard torpedo of a cock, his sperm swimming around inside my guts, my own seed beginning to run in dribbles down the sides of my belly.

Swap! I started to regret helping Gabriel get the job. During the week, sometimes we'd fit in a quick fuck but by late afternoon he was gone and my evenings were mostly spent alone with only the occasional hookup. In the old days, getting laid four or five times a week would be enough, but that no longer seemed to satisfy my needs. Maybe my body was realizing all those toxic loads I was pumping into Gabriel's ass were for naught. To make it worse, he was finding some quick fucks pretty easily. Two busboys, a dishwasher, a line cook and a runner were recipients of his special seed and all were now, or soon would be, part of the club. "I'm running out of neg guys at the restaurant. All the other poz guys are undetectable. They're almost all bottoms anyway, so since I can top, I'm popular. You're about the only one that fucks me anymore" he said with a chuckle. I was proud of his transformation from someone that was ashamed to be poz to one that embraced his status and was willing to share, even if it was only on his terms. He was more responsible than I was, but there were almost a dozen guys walking around with his bug inside them and he was happy about it. There were several more that he'd helped out with too. He was still that same sweet, loving guy that I met on a hookup, but his dark side was now letting itself be shown. My phone buzzed mid afternoon on Monday and I looked at, muttering "shit" to myself remembering that my brother was stopping over. I threw on a pair of shorts and a tee and went back to my laptop on the table. A half hour later I got a call and it was the doorman downstairs. "Send him up" I said and didn't think anything more about it until a few minutes later when there was a knock at the door. "Hey bro" I said to my older brother Michael and gave him a hug. We made it into the living room when Gabriel came out of the bedroom, in just a pair of trunks. "Fuck" came out of my brother's mouth and Gabriel stopped and looked shocked. "Am I interrupting anything?" my brother asked. I shook my head, realizing that I completely forgot that Gabriel was there. "Nah, nothing. Uh... Gabriel this is my brother Michael. Bro... Gabriel" I said. It was awkward and I realized I should have told Micheal what was going on. The two shook hands and then stood there a second, staring at me. With dead silence, Gabriel said "Uh... I'll finish up getting ready for work" and headed back to the bedroom. My brother looked stunned and then shook himself out of it and handed me his spare house key and some instructions on keeping his cat, dog and plants alive while he and his wife were on vacation. "Please don't kill anything and no parties. Our neighbors are really nosy, so you might get some questions. Uh... he seems a little comfortable here to be your usual hookup..." he said, the last part almost a whisper. "No, not a hookup" I replied but didn't say anything more. I wasn't sure how I classified my relationship with Gabriel, I still thought of us as friends with benefits. "Oh, ok... I gotta run. Too much shit to do before we fly out tomorrow" Michael said. In a flash, he was gone and I was back on the laptop working. Less than an hour later my phone rang. "Crap. What now?" I said to myself, picking up the phone. "Hi mom. How's things?" I said. "When were you going to tell us you had a boyfriend?" she asked. There wasn't any sort of greeting, so I knew she was pissed. "Uh... boyfriend?" I replied innocently. "Michael said he was just over there giving you his keys and there was some naked guy that walked out of your bedroom who looked like he lived there. That's called a boyfriend, honey" she said, in a very condescending tone. "Uh... boyfriend?" I replied again. She sighed and I realized that I didn't have much more of a response for her. I kept my private life quiet and while they knew I slept around and avoided relationships, I had never brought anyone home to "meet the parents." "It's nice to know you are finally starting to settle down. Hopefully you'll allow us to meet someone that you've spent more than a night or two with" she said sarcastically. I laughed. "Yeah, mom. Sometime soon. I gotta get back to work. I have a conference call in a couple minutes. Love ya" I said and hung up. Gabriel was standing there, staring at me with a grin. I still was dragging this week and it didn't seem to matter how much I slept. My workouts at the gym were getting shorter, just because I was tired and winded. And the past several days I'd been waking up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. That night, I was rolled away from Gabriel on the bed, unable to fall asleep, and soon he was spooning behind me. It was a swap from our usual with him in front of me. "Mmmm, nice and warm he whispered in my ear" as he pulled me tight against his chest. I heard a chuckle from him and the next thing I knew I was laying on my stomach and he was laying on my back. The chuckle became a little more sinister and I began to wonder what he was up to. About eight inches, maybe more, that he was grinding between my ass cheeks. "You're my bitch tonight" he growled in my ear. The grinding soon was humping and moments later I felt his cock head at my hole. "No fuckin way... I don't bottom" I yelled out. "That's not what Carlos said" he replied, adding "Besides, you've fucked my ass so much, I deserve a chance to feel yours." His hands pressed on each of my shoulder blades as he pinned me down and adjusted himself to get a better angle to drill his cock into me. I heard him spit a couple times and then his cock pressed in. He knew I wouldn't fight him off and I didn't. In fact, I relaxed and let him squeeze in. I was tight as fuck and even though he wasn't as thick as me, it still hurt. "Damn... Sure you ain't a virgin?" he asked before laughing. Slowly he descended and made it in about three or four inches. It hurt like hell and I really needed him to open me up before his cock went in. More lube would have helped too. Thankfully, that's when he paused a moment to let me get used to having a bare cock inside my ass for the first time since Carlos and I had flipped years before. I didn't know how long he'd wait before starting to slowly plow in and out. It seemed surreal, but his long sultry moans told me how much he was enjoying our role reversal. Soon, I felt him tug back a little and then push himself in deeper. It was slow and strangely erotic. The longer he fucked, the more I got into it too. I knew he was tearing my ass up but I kind of liked the pain mixed with pleasure. It gave me a renewed understanding of what I'd done to all those guys I'd fucked. I felt his cock drive deeper into my hole until his hips slammed into my ass. "Damn, this is better than I imagined. Too bad I'm not gonna be the one to poz this ass up" Gabriel said as his thrusts got harder and harder. In some ways I hadn't realized how much he'd embraced his poz life and yet it felt really good to be the target of his desires. There were only a few guys that I would let even try to fuck me and he was at the top of the very short list. I was surprised that he wasn't being gentle and romantic, but I quickly realized that he knew the type of fuck that turned me on. I just wasn't used to being on the receiving end of it. Yet, it turned me the fuck on, unlike any other time I'd been fucked. He slammed into my ass and growled "Ya like that poz dick in your ass, don't ya stud?" He hammered my ass a few seconds and slammed in again. "My bitch now" he growled out and kept pounding me. I really couldn't reply and other than a few grunts, I didn't. While I'd seen him fuck a few guys, it seemed completely different to how he was fucking me now. It quickly vacillated between brutal, grudge fuck and a firm, yet romantic fuck. He hooked his arms under my pits and was still laying on my back. With his hands locked behind my neck, I felt his chin nestle over my shoulder as his hips pounded my ass. There was nothing gentle about this fuck, yet it was the most sensual sex I'd ever experienced. I loved how connected we felt and both of our moans confirmed it. Once I felt his cock swell, I knew he was going to fill me with his own strain. He gave me a kiss on the back of my neck and then thrust in one more time as his balls began to unload their viral cream deep inside me. Gabriel gasped for air as I felt his cock pulse inside me. I'd only bottomed for three guys in my life and while I still preferred being on top, I knew this was not the last time Gabriel was going to fuck me. When he settled back down, his cock was still inside me and he was still laying on my back. He chuckled and said "Your brother is kinda cute. But... when do I get to meet your parents?" We dozed off and I didn't give him an answer. When we woke, we were both a hot, sweaty mess and I knew he was dealing with the same night sweats I was. I crawled out of bed and left him sleeping. Making my way to the kitchen, I spied the two bags on the table before I got to the kitchen and started making a pot of coffee. While it was brewing, I went back to the table and opened both bags. I set the pill jars out by each of our places before making breakfast. Gabriel came in just as I set down the plates and asked "What's this?" "Time to start our road to being undetectable, Gabriel. The bug has been kicking my ass lately and I'd rather fuck for several more decades than crash and burn in a couple years" I said, somberly.

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** While this story may sound realistic, I assure the reader that it is fiction. ** As regular readers know, I am a total slut who loves to get a room in a seedy motel and take anonymous loads from strangers. Of course, COVID put a major crimp in that fetish, but I've been able to resume somewhat, having had four encounters since the beginning of May. This is the story of my most recent. To help release some of the pent-up slut energy I've been nursing since March 2020, I decided that rather than just an afternoon, like I normally do, I would take an entire day off and spend it taking random loads. On the appointed day, I headed out of the house but instead of driving to the office, I drove to a cheap motel on the outskirts of town, near the highway. I always find that a motel with easy access from a highway exit helps increase my success. I arrived at the motel a little after 7:30 am, and while the desk clerk gave me an odd look when I asked for a room, he was happy to take my money. Key card secured, I headed for the room. I have used this motel a few times before. While it's convenient to the highway, one of the drawbacks is that it's a chain motel and therefore is 'family oriented' - short for there's no porn on the TV. Porn and poppers are a fun way to spend the time in between visitors. Still, I like it because it's relatively clean, and more importantly, the room doors all open to the outside so no one has to walk through a lobby. For a few days before I had been posting on sites like Doublelist and BBRT announcing that I would be available, so I had a ready group of guys to whom I could send the room number while I prepped. I went into the bathroom and douched. I had not eaten at all the previous day so I would stay nice and clean. Properly prepared, I taped the door latch in the open position, switched off the main light so only a faint glow came from the bathroom, and got on the bed. Laying on my stomach, I perused the apps. I updated Grindr and Sniffies to indicate that I was available, and checked my burner email account. As I had hoped, the pings began, and in short order I had sent the room number to even more men. I figured it was only a matter of time before the first guy walked in, so I grabbed my blindfold and positioned it over my forehead, ready to be pulled down at a moment's notice. I was glad I had - in less than a minute the door opened and in came the first of what I hoped would be many today! I pulled down the blindfold and got up on all fours with my ass pointed at the foot of the bed, but he pushed me back onto my stomach. I hit my brown bottle as I heard him undress, then the click of the lube bottle cap. In no time he was on top of me, his hard cock sliding into me like a heat-seeking missile. I could smell his aftershave and was sure this was someone dumping his load on his way to work. As I felt his cock spasm in my hole, the door opened and someone else walked in. The first guy quickly departed as I felt a set of hands caressing my ass - then another. Two tops! One positioned himself on the bed, directing my mouth to his cock. It was thick but not long, so while at first I had trouble wrapping my mouth around it, I was unable to deep throat him. Still, he tasted clean with just a slight hint of salt. While this was going on, the other pulled me up onto my hands and knees and explored my freshly creamed hole first with his fingers, then his tongue. It was at this point that the door opened again and I heard a voice. "Sorry we're late," he said. "Traffic." "Shhhhhh," the guy working my hole responded. From that point, no one said a word. 'We're late,' the newcomer had said. How many had come in? It took at least two to make 'we'. Could it have been more? It was still early in the day, and already I was on my way to breaking my previous record - a paltry nine loads in four hours. Soon the tongue and fingers were replaced by a cock. He slid into me easily but filled me completely. My walls stretched around him as he began pumping in and out. Soon I heard him gasp as his cock danced in my hole, giving me my second load of the day. The guy in my mouth hopped off the bed and took his place. No one replaced him in my mouth. In less than a minute he grabbed my hips and held still as he pumped load number three into my guts. Spent, he slid out and brought his now-flaccid cock around to my mouth. I greedily sucked the cum and ass juices off. It tasted amazing, sweet and creamy. More pressure on my hole told me one of the new arrivals was about to take his turn. He felt huge as my hole opened up to let him in, but he slid in effortlessly. He began taking long, slow strokes as someone else climbed onto the bed to feed me his cock. Then I felt the bed move again as someone got on it from the other side. There were at least three! In no time, I was alternately sucking the two cocks offered to me while the third continued to slide in and out of my hole. I was in heaven! The brown bottle made regular trips to my nose as I serviced these three men. At last the first one quickened his pace, and I felt him release a gush of cum deep inside me. The other two got off the bed and to my surprise, began alternately slamming their cocks into my well used hole! They took turns, each one slamming home before withdrawing to give the other access. They were both as well-hung as the previous guy, and they were hitting my prostate in such a way that I wasn't sure how long I could take the assault. The precum streamed from my cock as they massaged my prostate over and over. Just when I thought I might have to tap out, one grabbed my hips and power-fucked his load into me. He withdrew and fed me his cock so I could taste the cum on it. I savored it as the third took his place behind me and rammed home. In a few short strokes, he was giving me his load. Like his friend, he too fed me his cock to clean off. I had no idea what time it was, but I had no doubt that an hour had not yet elapsed and here I was with six loads in me already! I felt a little woozy from all the pounding (and the poppers), and shifted forward so I could again lay on my stomach as the three guys went out the door. I needed a short rest and to check my phone before the next guy showed up. "Not so fast," another voice said. Wait, had a fourth top arrived with the other three, or had someone else come in while they were fucking me? I had no idea and anyway, it didn't matter. I was there to service all comers. I resumed my position on my hands and knees, waiting to take yet another cock on my way to breaking my record. "You're gonna feel this," he whispered, and I again felt pressure on my hole. I heard the click of the lube cap and the cool drizzle of the liquid as it oozed down my crack and onto the head of his cock. He was MASSIVE. I had never had a cock this big inside me before, I could tell. I reached back to feel him and felt as though I was grabbing someone's forearm. Was he going to fist me? But no, I felt both his hands on my hips as this gigantic cock penetrated me, stretching my hole and rectum to dimensions they had never been stretched before. It hurt with a burning, searing pain but I was determined to take that cock. I took mighty huffs from my brown bottle, gritted my teeth, and thrust back to meet him. I felt a burning pain as my poor asshole struggled to accommodate such a huge piece of man meat. I kept hitting the brown bottle to loosen myself up. Thankfully he was gentle, easing out and then slowly sliding back in as I got accustomed to his size. Gradually I did loosen up, and he began to go faster. My mind's eye pictured the gape I would have when this stranger was done with me as his pace picked up more and he plowed me relentlessly. At last he let out a low, animal moan as he unleashed his cum deeper than any man before. He pushed me forward and I lay on my stomach on the bed, his giant cock still embedded in my ass. He lay on top of me with his mouth close to my ear. "The last six guys who fucked you," he said, "were all poz. None of us is on meds. Hope you enjoyed it." I froze. My vision went blurry and I was unable to hear anything. I rarely if ever ask a guy's status before he fucks me bareback. I accept the risk that some of the guys who fuck me might be poz, but I had never envisioned this kind of scenario. Six well-hung poz tops using me in quick succession. If the first five hadn't torn me open, the last sure as hell had. Surely it had to take. I was knocked up. By the time I regained my senses, the last guy was out the door and I heard a car - presumably theirs - driving away. I lay there on the bed trying to digest what had happened, and what the implications might be. After a few minutes the door opened, and another top guy walked in. As though on autopilot, I got back up on my hands and knees as he undressed. I felt a finger slide inside me, then two. "Wow," he whispered. "That's some gape." Then his fingers were in my mouth, feeding me the cum out of my ass - the mostly poz cum. Six out of seven guys, that's what, about 85 percent? But I surprised myself. I sucked greedily on his fingers, cleaning off every bit of that cum as he climbed on the bed. His already-hard cock slid into me. He steadied himself with his hands on my shoulders, and proceeded to pump my eighth load of the day into my destroyed hole. He dressed and left without another word. Now that I was past the initial shock, I found myself craving more cocks and more cum inside me. The rest of the day was just that. Men came and went, adding their loads to the poz ones brewing inside me. I didn't know anyone else's status, and I didn't care. I felt free. And of course, no one asked me my status, or if I had a toxic brew inside me before sticking their raw cock in my hole. It was my little secret. By the time I finally got dressed around 5:00 pm, it had been nine hours and I had been fucked by 23 men, a new personal best. I went home, plugged my hole, then showered and took a well-deserved nap.

I just took the weekend and traveled from a very conserve area of the country to ST Louis with the purpose of getting fucked and used. So I got there on Thursday evening rented a hotel and took off to the bathhouse to get filled then when I got back to hotel put up an add for tops to come and bred me. Had this one top come and fill me up with his big long cock and leave my hole dripping with his cum. so hot

This is an interesting post, with more than one answer possible: I'm about 80%T, leaving 20 up to other Cocks. Years ago, when I had become well-versed in backroom action (but only just ...) the only thing I thought of was Ahhhh ... that was a good fuck (or occasionally not). At that point I was utterly selfish in my outlook, and hadn't learned anything at all about the "connection" we can access when we use our Cocks for more than just pumping Sperm. To be completely honest, I didn't think about the other guy much at all. Dumb & Stupid, and worst of all, Selfish. Not that I intended to be self-centered, but I realized later that it was completely true. For a few years, I never (intentionally) fucked the same Hole twice, since - as I saw it then - I already know what x Hole feels like, and there are so many more I still need to experience. Those were the years that I really built up the count, as referred to in another post. At the time, I had only taken one Cock up my gut, that being my life-partner's, and it was painful - to the point he never was able to cum in my ass, and didn't want to harm me. Those were the years that I really built up the count, as referred to in another post. There was, a few years later, somewhat of an epiphany that took place, in the fuckroom of the Gold Coast - cum Eagle (frankly, I don't recall whether it was before the demise of the GC or after - the same bar just changed names). I've described said epiphany elsewhere on BZ, and won't go into it all over again, but the crux is, I suddenly realized - in mid-fuck in the backroom - that I'd been shutting out at least half of the Breeding Thrill due to myopic lack of an open mind / heart. Once it entered my thick head that these were men - human beings I was fucking, with hopes, aspirations, dreams of whatever, living their lives - it was like an earthquake. It was then that I started really doing some intellectual work on what I had failed to even consider. It took no small amount of time to adjust my selfish mind, and get rid of that "My Cock is what Counts" mindset. I consider it a gift from the Universe. I have learned that some Holes need a hot hard hammerfuck and a goodbye. Some Holes need a Caring, Loving, Intimate, Sharing Mating with my Cock. They are men, human beings worthy of everything I can possibly deliver, and I particularly love delivering it to Whore-Holes. That said, the venue of the action does impact the issue. At my favorite fuckjoint, I seldom even see their face, and do my thing accordingly. But I take my cues from the Hole as well, if there are any offered. Of course, it's much easier to "share" - "mate with" (as opposed to just rutting) when that experience takes place here, in my home, where I am in control. The real answer to the question is, I do care about the Hole. I want to give him what he needs, as well as take from him what I need. "Connection" makes any fuck special, particularly with men who have dedicated their lives, well-being to relieving any/all Cocks that require it. I call it "mating", because in my mind, that term elevates Breeding to a higher level than mere rutting/Breeding in an anonymous Hole. While I'm the last guy to foreswear the latter, I love the former even more. Never-the-less, it's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

Other then my wedding ring, the other jewelry I wear is: studs on the double pierced ear (left) and single pierced ear on right, mini hoop in my pierced nipple, (left), and my double zero prince albert...

Both my dad and 2 of my uncles ( 1 is my dads brother and the other moms) they started fucking me at the age of 12. First was my dads brother. Slept in his spare bedroom and the bathroom was in front of the spare room. I left my door open and laid in bed naked, no blankets to cover me . When I heard his bedroom door open Ithis was my chance . I got in face down ass up position with my tight smooth boypussy presenting my hungry boypussy. Didn't take him long to have his face in my cheeke earinv my young boy hole . He fucked me bareback and dumped his load balls deep in no pulling out. My first time was bareback and I never looked back . My dad fucked me for the first time at 14 . Him and mom has been separated a year and he hadn't had any since . Seduced dad the same way as my uncles . All face down ass up in bed smooth boy ass up . The second d he saw my boypussy be was on it . My 2nd uncle I got drunk and next thing u know I was on all fours feeling his divk pounding me deep. All 3 of them still fuck me from time to time. None of them know of one another. My boypussy is always willing n ready for their next loads . Love taking older mens dicks and loads. I've been a slut since my uncle first fucked me . He treated me like a slut . Just a pussy for him to fuck and dump loads in . Very verbal top. Turned me on so much that I always want to be treated like a slut. My dad and other uncle it took a bit longer for the to get verbal bit nowadays they use and treat me like a complete cumdump slut. I've also seduced a few of mom and dads male friends . My favorite was when dad told me his friend was coming to fix oven. At this point I'm 16 . I made sure to answer the door in just boyshorts tight that show my ass real well. I could see him glancing from the corner of my eye...anyways we got to talking and his eyes kept going down n up. Anyway I go into a cupboard to get a cup and next thing u know I'm bent down on the counter with my boyshorts at my ankles . He gave me a really good fucking and shot 3 loads in me . What I like most about him is I'm really just a fuck hole to him. He uses me as he pleases and them leaves me boypussy gaping,and dripping cum. Slaps my ass tells me how much of a slut I am. Gets dressed and leaves. The way a slut should be treated .

Woke up this morning to find I'm being poked in the back by the cock of a mate who stayed over last night. He's a bottom too and has long since decided he doesn't enjoy/cum during sex so it's never been an issue for us to share a bed (we're both bottoms). But his cock seems to want something from me... When I ask if he'd like to play my friend is indifferent, but he's never been much of a decision maker. I push him onto his back and climb on top. I always keep lube and poppers on my side's bedside table and with the help of both and his approval I slide all the way down on his surprisingly girthy cock while he just lies back and watches... "It's tight!" he says, off guard - and when I clamp down on his cock a little moan escape his lips as his eyes flutter back in his head, involuntarily. I'm not normally such a power bottom, I prefer being the one getting pounded, but I'm horny for it today and ride the length of his cock like an absolute pro. "I think... ugh... I'm getting close" he says... I ask him if he wants to cum. He does. He pivots himself up onto his elbows to watch me work but not for long as I pick up the pace and he begins to moan louder and louder, throwing his head back and then collapsing completely back into the pillows as I ride him through a lengthy orgasm. The feel of his thick cock pulsing as he fills me up, combined with the look of ecstasy on his face is enough to send me over the edge and I shoot my own thick load over his torso. Note to self: ride more men in future.

Chapter VI: Another Perspective Curt and I moved Prey, now secured to the weight bench, to the rear entrance of our VIP room and opened the inside door - leaving the jail like door closed. We moved the bench up close to the doorway so his boy lips were accessible by anyone who might be in the sex hallway. Anyone who stood in front of Prey could easily get some head and a great view of his jockstrapped bubble butt with both an overhead and mirrored view from the mirror behind Prey. He had no clue of the dick that might get shoved down his throat. He laid there, gyrating and bouncing his ass up and down, moaning. I lay back against the wall on the bed stroking my steel hard dick as Curt leaned back against another wall and was stroking his rock hard member too. We both had our leather boots, cock rings, harness, arm bands on - and I had my daddy cap on. In seconds a sexy stud of man stood in the doorway. Semi hairy, good bod, about 6', maybe late 40's and sporting a good 8 incher. He looked at Curt and I and we both nodded. He grabbed a hold of Prey's head and fed him his dick to the balls and held there for a few. Prey tried to back away with no success. The guy then just face fucked Prey in rapid, deep motions. Prey was whimpering and gagging. It was only a few minutes before the guy shot down Prey's throat and pulled out. The action had drawn a crowd in the back sex hallway. As soon as the guy pulled out, Prey immediately said, "what's happening? Who was that?" Curt stepped away from the wall and stood behind Prey and smacked both of Prey's cheeks and said, "feed and be fed Prey. Suck that cock" as another guy, jock like, 20's, about 8 inches walked up and slapped Prey's face a few times with his dick then placed about half of it in Prey's mouth. The guy stood there with his hands behind his back and said, "that's right, tongue that dick. Make it all wet and slick" as he slowly gyrated his hips. Curt stood over Prey's ass and began to tease Prey's hole with the tip of his dick. Pushing just a little then backing away. Prey moaned now and worked his ass trying to get dick inside him. I got off the bed, reached into our bag and oulled out a 10 inch long but not very thick dildo and screwed the base onto the fuck machine we had hidden in the corner. While I lubed it up and moved the machine intobposition, Curt took another good sized shard and got it ready to put in at Prey's hole when the machine started up. The guy getting head was now in full play, pulling out his dick then slapping Prey's face some more with it, then shoving it down his throat. Curt signaled the guy getting head to hold a moment and then brought a bottle of poopers to Prey's nose, forcing him to inhale 4 deep hits. Curt placed the large shard at Prey"s hole and I pressed the dildo to his hole and switched the power on. The dildo entered Peey's hole and pushed the shard deep inside. Prey cried out in a muffled mouth filled with cock way and his legs shook some. I set the fuck machine so it was a steady fuck - steady and about 7 inches max depth. The machine was super quiet - Prey thought it was one of our ducks fucking him. Curt and I then left the room and stoppedto the front desk to give Mark the update. We then went into the sex hallway where the younger guy was still at it - very verbal. I signaled to him to remove Prey's blindfold while Curt and I stood at either side of him. Prey's eyes had the look of spun and horned as fuck. He slowly turned his eyes upward and saw the guy whose cock was down his throat. He then glanced left and right, seeing Curt and I. A look of confusion and fear swept over his face as he realized neither of us had our dick down his throat or up his ass. We then stepped back and away from the doorway into the darkness of the sex hall. I went back to the room and turned up the speed and adjusted the depth to the full 10 inches on the fuck machine and then met Curt back in the porn room. As the porn room was very close to our room, we could hear mixed sounds of whimpering, moaning groaning, gagging, slurping, and the wet sound of a serious fuck in progress. We went for a cruise around the club. Mark told us that all the rooms were full - and we noticed there was quite the crowd. The back sex room, glory hole, and sling were in use. There was fuckin and suckin in the showers, steam room, and sauna. We were grabbed a few times trying to pull us in but we had our prey being warmed up. Back at our room we found that Prey was a hot mess. The fuck machine was in full swing, and a medium build guy was trying to cram his super thick dick into Prey's mouth. No way it was going to fit Curt pointed to the floor under Prey's dick. A string of precum ran from his dick to the floor and there was a large pool of both precum and his cum there. Good! The machine made him blow a load. Will have to check out the video later! I shut off the fuck machine while Curt signaled the guy with the súper thick dick to back away and we lifted the bench out of the doorway, and closed the door. Prey looked wiped out. His face was all dripping in cum, his body wet in sweat. I told Prey that we were removing the restraints and that he was free to go. He looked confused and disappointed. We had no intention of ending this session, but wanted to gauge his reaction if we had. He took off the things we had him wearing, gathered his stuff and head hung low and not making eye contact headed for the door. As he opened it, he said thanks in a low whisper. Curt jumped at him, grabbed his belongings and his upper arm pulling him back into our room. "Prey, we were just playin' with you. Wanted to get your reaction after what you were just put through.. Here's a towel and douche bulb. Go clean up and be back in less than 10 if you really want to go to the next level." The evil shit eating grin that spread across his face was priceless as he literally ran towards the showers, his oh so fuckable ass bouncing. We picked up the room, hung the sling, moved the cams around, and got the slams ready. Prey's gonna be slammed into the heavens and take dick like never before. We decided to make the room totally dark, and when he came back and entered our room, grab him, gag and blindfold him, , throw him into the sling and secure him, then slam him without a word being spoken. We left the door cracked open a little and Prey ran up to the door, knocked, and slowly pushed the door open while asking for us. In lightning speed, Curt grabbed one of his arms and pulled it behind his back while covering his mouth, pulling him towards the sling in pure darkness. I grabbed his other arm and leg and picked him up as we moved towards the sling. Prey was trying to scream and thrashed his body trying to get away. Wasn't going to happen. We got him into the sling and Curt kept him from moving much, his hand still securely covering Prey's mouth and keeping his arm behind him. I secured Prey's ankles then wrists to the sling and Curt gagged him and put the blindfold on. I flipped on a light as Curt placed the rubber tube on Prey's right bicep, wiped the area with an alcohol pad. Prey's veins were all raised and Curt quickly found the right vein, inserted the syringe, registered, and pushed the plunger to empty. Curt then said, "Prey you're gonna be praying in a few seconds. Praying for the fuck of your life. You'll cough and then ride the wave. After this, your first slam, you won't do it any other way." Curt then pulled out the needle, wiped the area again and took off the tubing. Prey's arms were already secured in an upward manner. We get a major rush and turn on when we introduce someone to slamming. It's so hot to watch as desires become reality. I removed Prey's gag. . His body arched upwards, and he coughed real hard - as he should have with a . 4 slam for his humpy short body. His mouth formed a perfect "O" as his tongue darted in and out like a snake. At first, he didn't or couldn't speak. His lips showed him saying, "Jesus...... oh, God..... Fuck!.... Holy shit! Fuck! ..... hot......". He then could be heard, first at a whisper and quickly got louder - repeating as he had lip moved before. head going back and forth. His body became instantly wet. I reached towards him and took both nips in between my thumbs and finger, gently rolling them and squeezing them. "Fuck!!!! Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me.... Please, fuck my hole..... rape my ass..... Please feed me your dicks.... omg!" He repeated this over and over. Curt went between Prey's exposed hole and did his slam. I did mine. And Curt buried his face in Prey's hole for about 30 seconds while he lubed his dick up with Tina lube. Curt then fastened the gag again and drove his steel hard cock balls deep into Prey's hole. Prey tried to scream and pull away, but Curt was now doing his thing - pounding the fuck out of his prey. He pulled out completely then drove his dick back in - hard. The chains rattled. The slapping of wet flesh echoed. They poured sweat. Curt then jackhammeted into Prey, pulling out almost fully then jabbing Prey's prostate again and again . Prey started to spray some piss for a few seconds, 4eplaced by a thick river of precum as it was being pounded out of him. Curt bent forward some and grabbed the back of Prey's neck and pulled him onto his dick even further. Tears ran down Prey's cheeks amongst more and more sounds of extasy. Curt couldn't go longer than 10 minutes when he slammed deep into Prey and froze, a deep growl like came from him before he yelled out, "Take my fuckin load Prey! Fuck yeah! Take it all. Fuck yeah!" Curt then made a series of quick, hard shallow thrusts and again buried himself inside Prey's now throbbing wet hole.

My name is Alan and this is a story of how I became the pig bottom I was meant to be. The beginning of the story is just some back ground information for you. When I was 18 years old, my cousin Amy and her husband moved in to the house down the street from us. From the time I had met him I had always wanted him to use me. He was 6’2” 230 pounds, very hairy and very muscular, athletic and always working out. His name was Michael but because of his strength his nickname was Bull. Later I found another reason to call him that. As I had the slim build of a swimmer, was somewhat shorter at 5’9”, and as he was seven years older than I, we were very much in contrast to each other. I was always the quiet one in the family and shy. I knew I was gay and like most 18 year olds, I was always horny, but I couldn’t act on my impulses and hid that I was gay from my family. The fantasies I had every time I jerked off were always of him or of a man like him using me as a fuck toy little did I know I would get my wish and then some. Because Bull's wife, my true cousin, was family, we would always be at each other’s houses for dinner, family parties and so forth. That June after I graduated from high school we all went to our family reunion together and I had to sit next to HIM. I was wedged in the front seat between my father and Bull and the heat that radiated off of him was amazing. As Bull and my father talked I would steal glances of him including the bulge in his pants. As he shifted in his seat to get more comfortable I swear he rubbed against me on purpose but then again we were crammed in the front seat. When we got to the reunion I helped everyone unload the car and then I went off exploring to see what other family members were doing. I hung around some of my other cousins who were of my age, we went down to the creek to drink beer we took from our family coolers and to smoke some weed. About two hours later I had to pee real bad and went to use the bathroom. When I walked into the bathroom Bull was in there changing, he was getting ready to go jet skiing on the creek. His shirt was off and he said Hi as I walked in. I said Hi in reply, and walked over to the urinals to pee. I kept watching him out of the corner of my eye and tried to pee but couldn’t, my dick was hard just seeing him without his shirt on. I flushed and zipped up hoping he wouldn’t notice the tenting in my shorts. As I tried to get out of there ASAP I realized he was talking to me and I asked him what he said. He laughed and said I must have my mind on other things. He repeated to ask me if I liked to go jet skiing with him or did I have other plans. I stammered that I had other plans and left the bathroom. The rest of the day all I could think of was him and that body. I jerked off three times that night. After the family reunion I didn’t see him again until August. My mom asked if I could go over to their house and mow the lawn since they were away on vacation. I said sure and headed over. I started mowing the front lawn and then moved to the back. With my ear buds in and the music turned up loud I did not hear Bull walk up behind me in the yard. He tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped. He said he was sorry and that he did not mean to startle me. I told him I had my music turned up and hadn't seen him. I told him I didn’t think anyone was around and that he and Amy were on vacation. He told me that Amy decided to go visit friends since he could not get off from work. He asked if I wanted a drink of water and I told him that would be great. We walked into the house and he got me a bottle of water from the fridge. He handed it to me and I didn’t even notice that it had no cap on it. I drank it down in two gulps. We walked into the great room and sat down. He sat right next to me even though there was plenty of room on the couch. I couldn’t help but stare at his body, I wanted to lick his pits and suck on his nipples. I started to feel funny and felt like I was going into a daze. Bull started talking to me and asked me why I left the bathroom so early at the reunion. I asked what he ment and he told me he knew I was checking him out and he thought that I would let him fuck me or at least suck his cock. "Wow that is blunt" I said, and he replied he knew I was a fag and that I was always checking him out, and asked if I had ever been with a guy. My reply was "No." "Good," he said, "I like breaking in virgin hole and wrecking it." With that he stood and dropped his shorts, his cock was massive: it was about ten inches long, uncut, and thick as a beer can. Grinning, he snapped his fingers and asked me if I liked what I saw. All I could do was nod. He was alternating between rubbing his hand up and down his body and pulling on his left nipple, remarking in the process "You look like you are a great cock sucker." I don’t know what it was but I knew I needed to be used by him. He asked if I would like another bottle of water or something stronger and I asked for something stronger. He fixed me a rum and coke that was almost all rum and very strong. I drank it down and put the glass down. He put his hand on my head and guided me toward his cock. At first I could only get the cock head into my mouth but as he encouraged me and pushed my head on to him I gaged at first getting spit all over his cock, I then realized I had him partially down my throat. He was telling me what a good boi I was and that he knew I could do this. It was then I felt his hand work into the back of my shorts and his finger found my hole. With no lube he pushed his finger into my hole and it hurt slightly. I told him that it hurt and burned and he said good your ass will get used to it in time. He then used his other hand to push my mouth back on his cock. He told me that I was a slut and that he would teach me how to take all cocks, no questions asked and he will make me into the pig I was ment to be. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to undress. I was very drunk at this point and realized that he must of spiked my drink because I was also very hot and very horny. I quickly stripped down and he told me to turn around and he started licking my ass. I never felt this before and I was in heaven. I felt my hole loosening up ever so slightly. He told me I was ready and had me lay on the sofa my legs spread out and my hole was exposed. The next thing I know his cock head was at my hole and he was trying to push it in. It hurt and I asked him to stop, but he just laughed and said "A pig bottom learns to take the pain and with my fuckin' cock I am sure to tear you a bit." He thrust into me a little more and I screamed in pain. I did not know what lube was at that time but I know he didn’t use anything other than spit and his precum. After what seemed like an eternity he started moving his cock in and out of my hole. The pain was starting to go away and I started to enjoy his pulling out and pushing back in, and he remarked "I've never seen a bottom open up so fast - you must be a natural born fuck." Then he started to grunt I realized that he was cumming in my hole and that he was not wearing a condom. I asked him if he should be wearing a condom and he replied "Fuck no. A pig boy should always take the seed of any man." He then pulled out, remarking "A pig also knows that he should clean any cock that uses his hole" so I took his cock into my mouth. It was then that I tasted my blood on his cock. To this day I love when a top fills me with his seed. This is my first attempt at writing my story. It is a mix of truth and fiction. The story does start off slow but I have much more to tell if you want

Part 2: Party Time That spring, Brent’s family moved to a bigger house with a sizable pool in the backyard, well-screened from the neighbours’ view by the shrubbery and board fences. When his parents went away for a prolonged summer vacation, taking the younger kids with them, Kyle and I moved in. Not hard to guess what happened then -- the three of us sucked and fucked at all hours, inside, outside, in the water, on the deck, blowing hot loads all over everywhere in sight as well as more blasts of cum that disappeared down various throats or deep inside Kyle’s talented fuckhole. The third Saturday, Brent called a few other select members of the team to come over. At first, Kyle and I thought it was just going to be a guys’ beerfest. But when we asked Brent, he pulled an uncharacteristically sheepish look. “Well, actually, Pete, Kyle – I’ve been meaning to tell you about this for a while….” He then explained to us that he’d been holding xxx-rated “try-outs” in his room at college with three of the younger guys. That selfish bastard had never even let on to us! Well, it’s not like Kyle and I hadn’t been getting our rocks off with each other every chance we could get, but still… The first guy to arrive, around 4:00, was Tyler. Tall and slender, Tyler wasn’t nearly as beefy as some water polo players, but he was a fast sprinter and could swim rings around many of our competitors. He also had a sweet-looking butt, which I instantly knew I wanted to try out. We were halfway through our first beer when the doorbell rang again, and we were joined by Doug and Sven. Doug was a square-built, muscular redhead, while Sven – as you might guess from his name – was a tall, firm-bodied, smooth-skinned blond god with a bulge that showed even in trousers. As soon as we all had brews in hand, Brent led the way out to the patio and we all began stripping (all except Kyle – he’d fallen asleep in an armchair after a late-night party with a bunch of straight friends). Sven and I had worn speedos under our clothes, but the other guys just dropped their clothes and went right into the water in their birthday suits. With a shrug, Sven and I looked at each other and laughed – and then we peeled our speedos down too. At first, it was all just macho horseplay in the pool, but things gradually heated up. I dived under the water just to get a look at the goodies, and saw that Brent already had his big hand squeezing Tyler’s ass cheek, while Doug was slowly jerking Sven’s horse cock. I came up for a breath of air, then dived under again, making a beeline for Tyler’s rock hard tool, which was looking lonely with no one to take care of it. I swallowed a bit of pool water along with my mouthful of cock, but that didn’t even slow me down. When I came up for air again, I saw that Doug and Sven were making out furiously, while Brent had Tyler trapped in his big, muscled arms and was humping against his ass. Tyler started panting eagerly as I zeroed in on his mouth, fastening onto his lips and plunging my tongue in between his teeth. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started stroking it, making him moan. As I did, I felt Brent’s hand close around my rigid dick and that set me moaning too. After a minute of making out, I dived back down and caught Tyler’s cock in my mouth. I could taste precum and guessed that he was about to blow – and I had no objection to drawing out the first load of the day! Sure enough, a couple of minutes and three up-for-airs later, I felt him tense up and his hips began thrusting forward at me. Then his cock convulsed, shooting a blast of sperm into my mouth. I pulled off and watched three more jets of man milk shoot out of his dick and hang in the water. When I came up for air again, I saw that it wasn’t all my doing. While I’d been sucking on Tyler’s dick, Brent had shoved his big man meat right up inside Tyler’s tight young ass and begun pumping in and out. Looking around, I saw that Sven had his big tool buried deep in Doug’s muscular butt and was thrusting hard as well. Heading that way, I repeated my underwater suction pump technique on Doug. When I came up for air this time, Sven yelled at me. “Pete! I don’t want to cum yet. Switch!” I wasn’t going to argue. We’re a team, and we have to help each other carry out the best plays at all times. I let Sven have at it with Doug’s dick, while I worked my way inside his still-tight hole. Right away, I could tell Doug hadn’t been fucked nearly as much as Kyle. His hole gripped me hard, and every move I made wrenched a loud groan out of his lungs. Across the pool, I heard a deep, familiar voice yell out, “Oh, fuck!” That was Brent, blasting his load up into Tyler’s smooth, round butt. Sven had come up out of the water again and headed towards Tyler to see what he could get into there. I was powerfucking Doug for all I was worth, slamming deep into his muscular ass and feeling his guts stroking me at every thrust. I slowed down, wanting to make this one last. Then Doug turned his head over his shoulder, kissed me, and said, “Let’s get out of the water and see what else we can do on one of those,” as he gestured towards the patio furniture around the pool. So we did that. Doug lay down on his back on a lounge chair, lifting his legs to show off his hole (a bit looser now), and I dived right in and began eating his butt. Brent came over and straddled Doug’s head, pushing his big dick down into Doug’s throat. With two hot mouths working on him fore and aft, Doug was moaning and grunting like fury. I was lashing my tongue over his tight little hole and then digging into him, feeling him loosening up and twitching as I worked into his ass. Sven and Tyler had followed our lead, and Tyler was now lying on his face on the next lounge chair over, while Sven plowed straight down into his sweet young ass. After a few minutes of skull-fucking Doug, Brent switched groups and slowly entered Sven from behind, turning a straight-forward fuck into a fuck-train threesome, with Sven in the middle. After only a minute of this, Sven let out a yell and slammed against Tyler, giving him his second load of the afternoon. That’s all I needed to see, and with my dick rested and calmed down (a bit), I slid back into Doug’s muscular ass. This time, I started pumping slowly, but with every intention of dropping my first load of the day inside Doug. I focused all my attention on the young ginger stud under me, stroking my hands over his massive shoulders and broad chest as I worked my cock in his chute. It was right about this point in the afternoon that Kyle woke up, stepped outside, and rubbed his eyes at the full-throttle orgy going on in and around Brent’s pool. “Fuck, guys! You couldn’t even wait to start while I got a bit of rest.” “That’s right,” Brent answered, “and you’ve got some catching up to do so quit wasting time and get to work!” Kyle dropped his pants and came right over to feed his dick into Doug’s mouth while I kept fucking that tight, muscular ass. It only took another minute of deep pounding, and then I could feel my balls pulling up and the sperm bullets making their way up to my rock-hard gun. I hammered Doug half a dozen more times, then slammed all the way in and held it there as my load spurted deep inside his guts. While I was still pulsing out the last few shots, Kyle yelled aloud and dumped his load into Doug’s sucking mouth. Right then, as I was still recovering my breath, I felt two brawny arms encircle my chest, two hands started playing with my nipples, and a deep voice murmured into my ear, “Damn, that was fucking hot.” In the same moment, I felt another totally new sensation, but I recognized it right away -- Brent’s thick man tool was pushing its way into my butt crack and rubbing up and down....

Hi im sam 20 5 foot 6 blonde, im a virgin but so horny to explore some dirty kinky things im looking for a daddy who wants to help me live my fantasy and explore. i arrive at daddys, as i walk in the door he hands me a big drink and tells me to neck it which i do immediately, as soon as i put the glass down daddy grabs me and strips me naked forcefully " im gonna fuck you and take your virginity boy and make u mine " then laughs and slams me with t in my arm instantly my whole bodys tingling and im really high. Daddy says " i just slammed u with a big dose of T And ur drink was full of G ur gonna be helpless boy". Daddy drags me to his room and makes me deepthroat his huge cock whilst im kneeling on the floor barely with it cus im so high. Daddy pulls his cock out of my mouth grabs me and ties me down to the bed with my legs over my head very tight. Daddy gets on top of me lines his cock up and thrusts me hard naking me scream in pain and pleasure he pounds me hard for a bit then holds me down and says " im poz boy im converting you with my toxic load" i beg him not to but he floods my hole. Thats part 1

I always have cause I am a faggot, a whore and a cumdumpster. faggots and whores like me were born to suck mens cocks, get fucked up the ass, and take loads. from absolutely ANY MALE that wants to mount me, fuck me, and breed me like a cheap, dirty whore. age, race, looks, status, sexuality, body, cock size, do not matter. literally any male who wants to use me for a cumdumpster has the right to do so. anytime, anywhere, any number of males. I was also born to be a toilet a spit catcher and a party toy. getting fucked in public by fat, old, unattractive men, and taking loads from anonymous strangers while blindfolded has always been a great way to show everyone that I truly take ALL LOADS

Hello - told this story 1 time - curious if anyone done this in a motel ? I was a young ( 20 ) male fixing items in a small motel . One day 2 males ( seems like father and son type ) checked in the motel 1 bed . Several days went by and I had a chance chatting with them - becoming friendly - and the word came to me they refuse maid service .for 3 days now ! They were out and decided to check the room out in case if it being damaged . I walked in and to my surprise there must of been 20 or so used condoms on the carpet - curious - tasted a few and bagged 3 or 4 of them later on and left the others on the floor . It was about lunch time and usually the father type drops the boy off and he go's on for several hours leaving him there . I changed clothes - in my blue jeans / cut shorts - no underwear - wearing my muscle t-shirt and standing refilling the pop machine next to their room . The father dropped off his son to the motel - we chatted and mentioned I need to check the room out and with clean towels . I went into the room , boy was somewhat embarrassed but I made it like nothing - had clean towels - I picked up the condoms and garbage them - licking my fingers of the cum . I noticed , telling him , their bath room sink was draining slow - got my tools , laying underneath the sink , laying my wrench on my crotch ! I knew the boy could be seeing my uncut dick - I was getting a erection - my dick peeking out of my shorts . I ask the boy hand me my wrench , laying on top my dick , and he grabbed it - pressing his hand hard into my crotch ! Then , the rubber parts needed lube - had no lube - so I asked the boy hand me a few used cum condoms - using cum as lube . Then finished the job - getting up - my erection was hard - sticking out of my shorts - put the used condoms in the garbage can - my dick was oozing out pre-cum juices . I took my fingers and smear some pre-cum on my fingers - licking them - then did it again - allowing the boy licking my juices while I played with his crotch . We fucked real good - raw of course - breeding a tight , juicy , ass hole . Next day , while father was away - my special boy came into the laundry room - handed me the dirty towels - gaving him fresh 1's - then came up close to me - hug me - grabbing my dick - kissing me and said , " See you in a half hour ? " I said Yes ! We fucked for a half hour - became friends - he was always requesting room service !

Very insightful and well written! I would imagine, many Tops think, once a Slut has been bred, his purpose is complete! The bottom has proven he is nothing more than a cum receptacle and on to the next bottom that is willing to take a load! I doubt Tops thinks much about a bottom once his purpose has been served.

I am surprised by how many men like being referred to as having a pussy or cunt. It’s a total turn off for me. I am a man with an asshole, no pussy here. Is it different if you are eating a guys ass as opposed to fucking it? Love to eat ass, not a fan of eating man-pussy. It’s ironic FTMs want their business called a front hole where as a lot of gay subs and cumdumps prefer pussy or cunt. To each his own.

That's rather a circular question, because it basically boils down to "How long can you go without showing symptoms if you don't show symptoms?" What I assume you mean is "If you don't have fuck flu-like symptoms when you're first infected, how long can you go before you show signs of HIV infection?" And the answer to that is that it varies from person to person, considerably, but it can be "pretty long", if you don't get tested. I've known several guys who thought they were negative (and who never got tested) who found out they were positive when they were on death's door, having rapidly lost 40 or so pounds in a couple of months and facing unexplainable other medical problems. In one case, the guy hadn't had unprotected sex in almost 15 years and no sex at all for the last dozen. The good news is that all but one recovered rapidly as soon as treatment began, with most remaining undetectable from about 4-5 months after starting treatment until now. The bad news is that having delayed diagnoses and treatment for so long, their bodies have little "reserve" for fighting on their own without meds so adherence to the daily regimen is that much more important.

Love that you had a great time at the bathhouse in STL. It varies from day to day depending on weekend or day crowd. I worked there for 2 years back in 1995-97 and benefit included a FREE locker or room at any of the clubs in the chain. I often took room 129 so guys would walk down the hallway to my open room with me on the bed. I needed not just more sex, but essentially I wanted Different Men shooting in my ass and started monthly trips to Chicago. Had fun at Man's World and Man Country next to the Eagle Leather Bar. I got fucked at the "Ram" bookstore and what was called, "The Unicorn" and is now STEAMWORKS many times but I became an Official CUMDUMP during IML weekend in May 1998 when a buddy made certain that I took 32 Loads that weekend. There were over 50 different Men of all ages and types but I had No choice in who Fucked me. I had to take ALL LOADS from Strangers. I was caught in a snowstorm in December 1998 and stayed a few days and missed work. A couple of weeks later I was in Palm Springs, CA for the first video and 6 months later I moved to San Diego with us going to Palm Springs at least once a month.

I'm 50/50 vers, but I LOVE eating ass....immersing myself in the wonderful scent/taste of that part of a man....even when I'm with a total top, I need to make his ass feel as good as his cock. Earned the nickname RIMBO for my ability to bring a man to climax with my freakishly long tongue up his ass.

Fuck, now that's what you call PA, hot 🔥🔥🔥

I love Rimming, I have converted a lot of married "straight" men by eating their arse out. Some were morified at the suggestion, but eventually, moaned and groaned and love it. Apparantly ' I have a skill"😊

What had I gotten myself into? At that moment I did not really care. Jeff was a sick looking guy but in a way I found him hot. Jeff’s cock was in my mouth and he was sliding it in and out of my mouth and down my throat. I think I lost my gag reflex. Jeff was telling me that I swallowed his cock like a pro. As he kept me busy I never even noticed that Bull left the room. Jeff unlocked the handcuffs that had been on my arm and flipped me onto my stomach. Jeff told me he was ready to use my hole and make it his. I asked him what he meant and he just laughed. Look at me he said, do you know what this tattoo means? He pointed to a symbol that was tattooed right above his cock. I had seen it before when I went to the hospital for stitches and in my doctor’s office but did not know what it meant. I shook my head no and he laughed a little more and leaned in to me. He whispered that is a bio hazard symbol it means that I am toxic, that I have HIV and with my viral load I have full blown aids. Bull has been a friend of mine for years and although we have never played around he has always liked finding me new bois to pass my toxic babies onto. Bull had wanted to fuck you for a while now and new he could once he caught you checking him out on the car ride. Bull always makes sure the bottoms holes are good and torn up and then I take over and from what I see yours is ready for me. Do you see this tattoo? This if you look closer is not just a vine, it is a list of names all bois and men who have my seed planted inside of them and who now carry my babies. By the time I am done with you, you too will be carrying my seed and will spread it to others with that cunt of yours. You took his cock like a champ and I know you will take mine to. Jeff moved so that his cock was at my hole. One thrust and he was in. My ass was wet and Jeff mentioned how sloppy it was. That I was full with bull’s seed and soon I would have his in me as well. Please don’t cum in me I cried but I also realized that I had a huge boner. Did I really want him to use me? I should have been scared and yet I wanted this man to use me and make me into a slut, but again what was I doing. Jeff pulled back out of my hole and a load of cum came out with his cock. Boy bull really must have liked your hole because that is a lot of cum in there. He started fingering my hole again and then he plunged into me in one push. I felt his balls hitting my ass. He fucked me for only a few minutes and then shot his load into me. Damm boi usually I last a lot longer but your hole was hot on my cock. I felt him finally slip out of my ass. He put a butt plug in my ass. I was told it was to help his cum absorb into me. With that Jeff went out of the room and I fell asleep. More to cum. Thanks for all the comments

Part 1 I’d been to the underground club at King’s Cross a few times over the years, usually on an afternoon when I was in London on business. It’s a sleazy basement bar beneath a gay pub near the station. Dingy, dirty and smelly, it runs various fetish themes including naked sessions which I tried to get to when I was in town. It attracts people who are only interested in sex in all its variations, so the clientele is varied – older, younger, fat, thin and over the years the sex was always raunchy, and usually bareback. I had no problems with that, and had bare backed over the years myself although I was still neg. Then I got a contract to work in London for six months and had to stay over in a local hotel. I realised that I could get a tube into King’s Cross after work and go to an evening session. I saw that one evening per week the theme was “streams of piss” which intrigued me. By the description it was going to be wet and wild, and I guessed the clientele might be even more sleazy than usual. I had never tried piss fun, and was intrigued the more I thought about it. The reviews said it was just a basement bar – no showers or facilities – so it was best to bring a towel and some wipes! So one evening I packed some old trainers and a towel in a backpack and headed up to town. You go round the side of the pub and down some steps to the basement. On the right is a room where they store your clothes. They give you a big bag and you go through the door to the left into the bar area which is dimly lit with a bar ahead, toilets to the left and a large play area to the right with small, dark, arched store rooms leading off. After six on SOP nights, they put a large paddling pool in the middle where people sit/kneel to have men piss on them. But, as I was soon to discover, men would piss on others anywhere throughout the club. It was still early and there were few men there yet. I stripped off and put on my old trainers. It felt really strange and a bit scarey to get nude in a public bar and carry your clothes in a bag back out the door to the store room. I had taken a Viagra on the way, and my cock had the familiar tingling sensation as the drug kicked in so was hanging half-hard as I handed over the bag but the guy just smiled and gave me a ticket for the bag. I took a deep breath and went back into the bar. There were one or two naked men, older than me, wandering around. The atmosphere, excitement and anticipation had kicked in and my cock rose to a satisfying erection as I ordered a beer. The play area had drapes screening off some areas from the bar. So, leaving my beer on a side counter, I wandered over to see whether anything was happening. It was about to change my life. Around one of the drapes, a young, plump man was kneeling on a bench being fucked in the arse by a muscular Asian guy whose body was running with sweat. As I got closer, I could see his bare cock sliding in and out of the lubed arsehole. He smiled at me as he thrust in and out and offered me a bottle of poppers. I knew it was risky with the Viagra, but I took a sniff and felt the familiar rush to the head and groin. The young man stood up and the Asian guy’s cock flopped out long and glistening in the dim light. The young man just wandered off. Without a word, the Asian man grabbed my arm and pulled me to kneel on the bench. He raised my arse a little and I felt lube being rubbed into my hole. Next thing I knew, his long, smooth cock was sliding up inside me. I gasped with surprise and excitement. He started to thrust in and out and I felt a moments panic. I had barebacked before, but never in such sleazy circumstances. Should I take the risk? What if he came in me? From the corner of my eye, I noticed the young chubby guy return, a beer in his hand. He came closer and watched me being fucked, then reached for his cock and pointed it. Then I felt a hot stream of piss splash over my back and my backside. I gasped with pleasure and felt myself sinking into the depravity of what was happening. The Asian guy growled with pleasure and I felt his thrusts becoming more urgent. I could tell he was going to come and started to squirm with a sense of fear. Somehow I knew this man was going to poz me if I let him. Suddenly, as if sensing what was in my mind, the young man thrust a brown bottle under my nose. I tried to avoid it, but the fumes washed into me. I heard him whisper “Cum in him! Fuck him up!” I knew what was going to happen, but I gave way to it, the poppers making me so horny I arched my back to meet his cock sliding in and out. “Oh yeah!” I heard him gasp. He grabbed my hips in his bony fingers and pulled me tight. At the same time I felt his cock throbbing and throbbing as he filled me hole with sperm. After a few minutes, he pulled out and I felt a gush of cum slide down over my balls. I stood up and saw him walking off towards the bar as if I was nothing but a hole to him. The chubby guy smiled and smacked my arse. “Now your well fucked, mate! I seen him before. Toxic as hell!” Then he looked down at my cock which was stiff as a poker. “I guess it turns you on, eh? Getting pregnant like that?” I blushed, but he was right. The thought of the dirty sperm already swimming in my guts made my heart pound and my mouth dry with fear and excitement. He turned, knelt on the bench and spread his cheeks, revealing a slack, puffy wet hole. “Climb on, buddy.” He said. “Give me your last neg load.” My heart was pumping and I was reeling from what he had said. But it was too late now, and I knew in my heart I’d crossed a line. Then I got behind him and slid my cock into the delicious warmth of his rectum, giving myself up to it and knowing I had become a pig.

2 of my uncles use my boypussy at least every two days . 1 is my dads brother and the other my moms. My dads brother I seduced at age 13(took my virginity bareback and bred me)and my moms bro I seduced at age 16. My dad also fucks me and breeds me when mom is out 😈😈😈 worse is none or the 3 know about one another

Here are a few of my thoughts: First off, this topic should have been posted in the "politics" section. You could ask the mods to move it for you. Second, the next presidential election is 3 years away. Third, neither person is in office, and neither is a candidate or declared they would run, Fourth, saying you want Trump because you don't like Hillary is like saying you want small pox because you don't like CoVid: neither is a good option and (in my opinion) you might want to protect yourself from both. And that leads to ... Fifth, the question pits two highly controversial people against each other, which may be entertaining in a fantasy football kind of way, but it has no bearing on real life -- at this time. Sixth, are Trump and Hillary the best you can do? I mean, out of the millions of people who would be eligible to run, isn't there someone who could do a better job than either of them? And finally, You don't say which Trump, or which Hillary. If it's Eric Trump vs Hillary Duff, then I'm Hillary all the way. 🙂

Being bold, I'm always upfront about it....it's an option but not a dealbreaker. My first taste was morningpiss so there's no such thing as too strong for me.

LOVE the twisted remark at the end.

Spent time in Detroit over the weekend and had the entire day to myself on Friday. Figured I'd see what kind of trouble I could get into so I hit the usual sites and apps. I had made arrangements with a few guys ahead of time and they were the first I contacted, but as happens too often, none of them got back to me. I got some interest, especially on Grindr, but most guys wanted to meet "later," whatever that meant. But then, just before lunch, I got a message from a guy who was 900 feet away - close by, downtown. He was going to take lunch soon and was looking for a hookup. In a flash I was in the bathroom getting ready. The hotel elevators were operated by key card (annoying!), so I went down to the lobby to meet him. He was a security guard, tall and very lean. We didn't talk much, he just followed me onto the elevator and to my room. Once we were inside we both got naked. I bent at the waist to suck his dick while he stood. It was soft, but quickly hardened to a solid 8.5 inches in my mouth! I took him balls-deep down my throat and he sighed in pleasure. I bobbed my head back and forth, gagging and getting him all slick so he could slide right into my ass. As soon as he was rock-hard, I hopped up onto the bed on all fours, my ass pointed toward him. He needed no encouraging, just walked over, placed the head of his dick at my back door, and slid right up to the hilt in one fluid motion. He felt amazing and my ass opened up to welcome him in. He was gentle, holding my hips and sliding slowly in and out of my hole, but he made sure to go balls-deep with every thrust, massaging my prostate as he did. I was enjoying the sensation and found myself not wanting it to end. Just then, though, he announced he was going to cum. "Where do you want it?" he asked. "Cum in me," I said breathlessly. I wasn't sure if that was the answer he expected, but he complied. His strokes increased in speed until finally he let out a small gasp. I clenched my sphincter around his shaft and felt the pulses as he unloaded deep inside me. Finished, he slid out and I spun around to give him the customary cleaning off with my mouth. I was tempted to see if he could go a second time, but I was expecting one of the "later" guys so I let him get dressed and head back out to the elevator (no key card needed on the way down, thankfully). Of course, the "later" guy never showed, so this was my one experience in Detroit. But it was a good one!

No loads refused here, accept all guys

I think this depends of the guy orientation. bisexual guys would rather have a slut in lingerie, 100% gay men are more into manly. i can be both so it's their choice how they want me

I usually do rim. The only time I haven't is when I smell shit. Pretty obvious! Rimming is an acquired taste! LOL! OINK!

I work in PRS. Professional Rimming Services. I love eating out ass. Seriously I am a bottom but love Mens Ass's. Even better is a straight married guy that I managed to talk into bending over whilst I feast on their hole and they love it and come back for more tongue and thank me by fucking me hard. Thanks all Men for being Hot.

I sucked a cousin when I was 10 was fucked the first time at 14

About 30 years ago I was a regular at a small bathhouse in the town I lived at the time. A sauna, a jacuzzi, one large room and a few cabins. There was always only one bartender/clerk. One of them was a gorgeous Croation guy who I heard tell others he was straight. I flashed my bubble butt to him anyway 😉 One time when it was not very busy he told me to hang around. After the last customer left he closed up and fucked me . Every time when he was working I always made sure I was the last one to leave. Bingo! LOL.

I like sucking cock, where I lay on my back on a bed with my head hanging over the edge, this way you can take cock nice and deep in the throat, it allows the guy to throat fuck you really hard to, he also has full control of you.

I love taking pierced cocks! Feels very fucking horny and looks hot too! This me taking a young pierced lads hot dick!

Couch Surfer As I sat down to start work on Wednesday, Gabriel came up behind me and rubbed my shoulders. It wasn't something that he'd done before and I wondered what was up. He cleared his throat and said "A friend is coming to visit so I'm going to be at my mom's house this weekend with him." I stopped and turned back to him. "It's up to you, but why not stay here? Even if you guys want to fuck, you know I don't mind. Even better if you do it when I'm here" I said with a chuckle. After all this time, I didn't think he knew how much it turned me on to know he was having sex with other guys. "You sure? I don't want to impose on your crib..." he replied. "It's kinda 'our' place now if you haven't noticed. You're on the left side of the closet and I'm on the right. Your toothbrush is red, mine is blue" I replied, grinning. I didn't get a response right away, so I said "He can sleep on the couch unless you want him to join us in the bedroom. I've never done a multi-day three way..." "Oh, fuck no. He's a friend. We failed horribly as boyfriends but it works as just... friends. I think you'll like Antoine" he said. "Gotcha. Either way, he's welcome to stay here. It might freak your mom out if you stay over there for more than a day now. She seems to like us living together, as sinful as it is. She even called me her son-in-law at lunch Sunday" I told him before laughing again. He shook his head and I could sense he was embarrassed about her comments. "Ok... He will be here tomorrow morning and leaving Sunday. You sure it's ok?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm sure" I replied before turning back to work. Thursday, I left for the office and wondered what I would come home to. I hadn't even seen a picture of the guy, so when I walked in that night I didn't know what to expect. The first thing I noticed was the delicious aroma that I could smell down the hall. The second was the hot guy in my kitchen. He was a couple inches shorter than me, but built. His tee could barely hold his muscles in and it extended to the tree trunk legs. "Hey, I'm Antoine. Thanks for lettin' me crash here" he said. I reached out to shake his hand but he came closer and gave me a hug. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body and I felt ashamed of my crappy gym regimen, but enjoyed the feeling of his taught body in my arms. While it was a firm hug, it was balanced with the soft touch of his hands. From his facial features I could tell that he was a mixed guy like me, with just fewer ethnicities in the mix. Our skin was almost the same shade but he had a full head of cropped black hair and no beard. "Glad you could come visit. Gabriel was really happy you were coming" I replied. "I've been looking forward to seeing him for months. I finally got a break and was able to come visit. I've missed that moth... guy so much" he said. I had to chuckle that he checked his words trying not to offend me. "He does have a way of sinking his claws into you, doesn't he" I said, smiling. He let go of me and then started plating my dinner. "Nothin fancy, but I figured I'd make something good for you. Gabriel said you don't eat good on days you go to the office" he said, setting the meal down on the table. I grabbed a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. I handed one to him and we toasted "To a fun weekend." The food was delicious and I asked "So, you're a chef?" "I used to be. Hated the stress. Now I work construction. Framing, mostly" he replied. After dinner, I poured another glass and sat down on the couch. "Well, no matter what the BS is, do what ya love" I replied. Antoine took the other end of the couch and before long we were both buried in apps on our phones. I really wasn't looking to hookup, but I liked to see who's around and keep an eye out for any fresh meat. I was looking over my third app and got a ding on one of the first two. "Damn hot profile u must be in same bldg says 50ft away" the message said. I looked over the profile and realized quickly it was Antoine. Even without a face pic, I recognized his body. I even mentally undressed him to compare the body next to me and the pics I saw. "Damn hot urself sometimes dist is wrong u lookin?" I replied. His face was buried in his phone which meant he couldn't see the grin on my face. I figured I'd toy with him a little before I broke the news to him. "yeah not sure I can get away tonight cant host" was his next message. I looked over the other info in the profile and liked what I saw. I wasn't sure about fucking Gabriel's friend but still wanted to poke a little more, at least verbally. "can poss host ur profile says neg u on prep? only fuck raw here" I sent back. "k no prep prefer bb n poz" he replied. I almost choked when I read that and wondered if that wasn't the reason he was visiting - to get Gabriel to knock him up. "u sure? no meds here. v toxic" was my next message. "fuk yah hung 2 u can wreck my azz good send me home knocked up lol" he answered. A few seconds later I got another message "what floor? can be ready in 20." Without waiting for a reply, I saw Antoine nervously look over and get up off the couch. He went over to his bag by the window and rummaged around for a few things. I was looking out the side of my eye and when he started walking over to the bathroom in the hall, I cleared my throat and said "Use the bathroom in the bedroom. It's got a shower shot in there." "Wwwwwwha.... whacha mean?" he stammered out, obviously surprised at my comment. "You meetin' up with thickninenhard?" I asked. He was visibly shocked and it took him a a few seconds to put it all together. "You? I was fuckin talkin' to you?" he asked. Now I saw panic in his eyes. I, however, had a grin on my face. "Yeah. That's me. My offer is still good if ya want. We can keep it just between us two... Gabriel and I are open and don't tell each other about all of our side action" I said. My cock began to grow in my jeans and really needed more room. I rubbed over the bulge, trying to get the shaft to snake down my leg. "Shit... Don't say nothin' to Gabriel... He'd freak if he knew some of the shit I've been doin'" Antoine said. "Like wanting to get charged up? Or ya just like the risky sex? Either way, I'm not saying anything unless you want me to. So far, nothin's happened so its just some dirty fantasy talk, right?" I replied as I grinned back at him. He nodded and seemed to be getting less worried by the second. I'd given him an easy way to back out and he also knew I wasn't going to tell Gabriel I was trying to knock up his friend. With no response I said "Clean out good, cuz I like to go deep and I'm not into shit. Oh... let me know which it is when you're done." I saw him swallow hard and head towards the bedroom. Gabriel and I hadn't fucked all week and my balls were aching to unload. I heard the shower start up and figured I'd give him fifteen minutes and then I'd head in. I was pretty sure I didn't want to fuck him on our bed, but I did want to be standing in there naked when he came out of the bathroom. I knew from the last time, Gabriel's nose would be able to smell his scent on the sheets and that's not how I wanted the evening to end. The leather couch would be easier to clean, anyway. "So, chasin' the bug or just like rollin' the dice?" I asked as he came out of the bathroom naked. I could see it was hard for him to admit what he really wanted. As he came closer I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and held tight. I guided his sexy body back into the living room and toward the couch we'd been on earlier. I stopped short and said "On your knees and suck." It was more of a command than anything and he followed orders. I was kind of surprised, since he didn't seem like the submissive type, but you never know. Antoine was one of those guys that explores a cock and balls with his tongue before getting to the sucking stage. It felt damn good and he made sure to cover every square millimeter of my cock and nut sack. I hadn't showered since the morning and I knew there was going to be a little funkiness under the foreskin but it didn't slow him down. Based on his moans, it was actually turning him on. My exposed cockhead glistened in the light before he released the foreskin and took my cock into his mouth. He worked his way down, bobbing on it a minute and then pulling off completely and starting over. Each time he'd go down further and when my cock slid into his throat, it went in a lot easier than I expected. He spent a few more minutes sucking down the full length and giving an occasional squeeze with his throat. With no response to my question, I decided that my goal was to send him home fully knocked up. I held his head and he stopped sucking as I slowly pulled my cock clear of his lips. I gave a gentle tug to his arm and Antoine stood up. I handed the bottle of poppers that I'd set out while he showered and he took a few long hits to each side. Setting them down, I turned him to the couch and said "Last chance to stop..." He shook his head no, still unable to verbalize his desires. I bent him over the edge of the couch, angled slightly so his face was over the back cushion. He spread his legs and braced while I admired his muscled ass. One spit covered finger slipped in and I knew he was no stranger to getting fucked. Less than a minute later two were in, twisting around. I scraped my nails a bit and he didn't flinch. With a lot of guys, I wouldn't think of trying to fuck them without getting three fingers in, but the first two went in so easily I figured he could take it. I guided my cock to his hole, pulling back the foreskin so the bare head was nestled against the pucker. My left hand took it's place between his shoulders and the hard muscles didn't yield a bit. I slowly slid my hand up on the back of his head and pushed his face into the cushion and a second later, I thrust my hips forward. His scream was muffled by the cushion as were the next few until I was balls deep. I could feel him squirm and spasm underneath me and I held my cock fully inside him. "That's a good chaser. Probably tore you up good already. Now lets see how good that hot ass feels to fuck" I growled at him. He settled down after a few minutes and I let up on his head as I began to rock my hips. Grabbing onto his hips, my thrusts got longer and his hole slowly relaxed and felt slicker. My cock always leaked more pre when I knew I was fucking a neg guy. I knew he hurt based on the groans he was now making but slowly they slipped into moans. Once he got to that point, he tried to work his ass around my shaft. There were a few painful gasps from his mouth but it never made me change my rhythm and he never asked me to slow down or stop. After almost thirty minutes of drilling his hole, my balls started to tighten up. I knew this would be a big load and I hoped he'd keep it in until at least until Gabriel got home. I quickened the pace and that just got me closer. I heard him whine when he felt my cock swell even thicker and I gave him a few more strokes before driving in all the way. Spurts of my bug laden seed flooded his guts. A few haggard thrusts milked out another shot or two before I collapsed on his back. "You better spread my bug once you're poz" I whispered in his ear. He whined out "mmhmm" as I stood back up. I carefully pulled my cock out of his ass, pushing a few strands of cum back in. "Clench and stay there" I told him as I grabbed a plug out of the toy box I kept behind the couch. "Keep that in as long as you can. I want all of it to absorb" I said, chuckling afterward. I left him there a second before I told him "Now... clean my dick." He scrambled to his knees and took one lick up my shaft. "Shit" he said. "Not clean?" I asked, taking him literally. "No... you really did wreck my ass. I taste blood" he replied before licking the rest of the cum, blood and ass juice off my cock and balls. "That's what you asked for... along with what floor I was on" I said chuckling. When he was done, I backed away and said "Let's get showered before Gabriel gets home. While we were showering, he asked "You fuck Gabriel like that?" "Nah, it depends on our mood, but rarely that rough. I save those kinds of fucks for guys like you" I replied. I didn't want to tell him Gabriel was poz, that was Gabriel's decision to make, but I'm sure he could figure it out. We dried off and I just tossed on some basketball shorts and went commando. He pulled on some cargo shorts and reached for his tee. "No shirt. I want to admire that neg body a bit, knowing what's happening inside" I said before giving out a sinister laugh. The next day, Gabriel and Antoine went out sightseeing and came back just before three, making Gabriel rush through the shower before running off to work. I fucked Antoine twice that night, once at six and once at ten, not letting him get dressed until after his late night breeding. He was pretty eager too, heading off to the shower before Gabriel was in the elevator. I fucked him on his back that night, though, so I could see the lust and desire in his eyes. There's nothing like the look in a chaser's eyes as you dump a charged load in their ass. Saturday, the three of us went out early and hit a museum and then a restaurant for lunch. The night was a replay of the day before, but it was obvious that Antoine's ass was sore. He never got to the moaning stage on the last fuck, groaning in pain the whole time. The plug went in a lot easier than it did on the first night, too. As we sat on the couch afterwards, he turned and said "Thanks. I'm gonna remember this weekend." Sunday was a sexless day and in the afternoon, when when we were on the train to the airport, I gave him my hookup phone number. We had left at the same time Gabriel headed to work, so there wasn't any time to send him on his flight with one more load trying to charge him up. I told him to let me know if the bug took and ask if he had questions. He looked surprised, the sober reality of our fucks coming to the front. One last hug and he was off to his plane and I headed back to the train.

When I was very young I got propositioned by a lot of older guys, often very graphically. Jeez, I was such a easy fuck back then - lol. I also found out that gays love to share their sexual adventure stories just as much as women do. I was very naive, and very twinkish too back then. Very high sex drive and matching energy too - cumming 6-7 times a night was about average, and if I had all weekend my dick was going to be as sore as his ass.

I woke up in bed next to Katie who was still asleep. I don't remember much after finding out her roommate was 10inchscorpion. All I remember is the feeling of his cock and his threat. I got up and went out to the kitchen to make myself and Katie coffee, Michael was on the couch with a cup watching college football. He gave no sign to the fact he had just fucked me the night before. If Katie or anyone were out here, they would just see two guys that had just met. I poured myself coffee and sat on a chair near the couch he was on. He glanced over and then over his shoulder towards Katies room, looked and me and then shook his head no. We talked college football and the usual straight male conversations I used to have at the office with coworkers, before I became their cum dump. I went back to the bedroom to grab my preP, but when I got to the bathroom the allergy pill container wasn't there. I scrambled a bit in search of the pills and looked through her belongings as well, maybe she grab it by accident. I left the room to check my backpack that I had left by the door and as I entered the living room Michael shook a pill container on the couch. "Got allergies?" He said, tossing the container to me. "Yeah, They're pretty bad this time of year." I answered. "Fuckin liar" he scoffed. "What do you-" I started "You don't think I figured it out?" He said. "I've got a good track record, I show up once, and my job is done, but with you, who has been unable to be pozzed by that asshole Thomas AND me... There was no way." "Are- did you" I stuttered. "They're still in there faggot, but I've got a reputation. So when I fuck you again, and you don't poz up? that'll be the last time I fuck your ass." "And if I do poz up?" I asked. "You're a fantastic bottom. I'll fuck you anytime we're both up here," he said. "I'm the only guy that has seen who you really are?" I asked. "Yes," he sighed. "I'm going to need more than once in a blue moon then." I said, my empty ass and hardening cock agreeing. "Oh you greedy bottom," He said. "Two can play that game.. Straight.. Bait." We heard Katie move in the bedroom, Sounded like she practically fell out of bed. I took the allergy pills back to the bedroom and her and I went out to join Michael for her coffee. It wasn't long before Katie said. "Did you take your allergy pills?" Michael quickly shot me a look and then went back to the game without Katie noticing his reaction. I told her yes, and then we started talking about where we would go today and what we'd do. (Most of it tourist stuff around the Bay) Michael pretended to be annoyed at our conversation over his game and went to his room. Katie and I went to get ready, and there she told me her real plans, ending at a hotel room she has worked out with a guy online. My phone vibrated, a text message from a number I didn't have, "Kitchen." "I'm going to grab a water," I said. "Alright, I'll shower." she said grabbing a bluetooth speaker and putting on music. I went out to the kitchen and Michael was standing there waiting, I could see his big cock outlined in his shorts. "Change of plans slutbag." he said motioning me over. On the counter was a large turkey baster looking "syringe". "Keep taking the pills if you want this week, We're going to poz some tops." he said placing a hand on the full device. "What?" I asked. "Hands on the counter, and turn around." He said twirling a finger. I did as I was told and he pulled my shorts down. I stuck my hips back slightly in anticipation of what's to come. The large device was place in my ass and then taken out, my hole started to feel wet. Next I felt his cock, spreading me wide, but sliding in easily. He placed poppers on the counter between my hands. I greedily took a hit per nostril. As he got deeper and deeper into my ass, he wrapped an arm around my chest and grabbed my throat pushing my chin to the ceiling. "This is full of my cum, And you're going to use it as lube, tonight, and this week as you let who ever wants to fuck you, fuck you." He whispered in my ear. "Yes Sir" I whispered back, mouth open as I feel his glorious cock hit something deep in me, then rearranging what ever it was to get deeper. I took another hit of poppers as he thrusts got harder, but he kept them deep. "After this week of pozing those tiny tops you've been letting inside you, I'll poz you for real, for the world to see. But first you're going to need a small 10inchscorpion tattoo on your ass" "Yes Sir," I managed. He continued to grind deep into my ass, his hips ramming into my ass against the counter. I could feel his cock on the front of my body inside me. He came inside me as his hands dug into my throat and side, just as the music ended in Katie's bathroom. He slowly pulled out, I could feel ever inch as it left my hole. He went to his room and I took his large device filled with his cum to the room and placed it in the "go bag." Then I explained to Katie that I need a new tattoo before tonight.

Knew I was getting the house to myself today so I hit the apps just to look. I never have luck, and whenever I think I'm going to the top suddenly disappears and I realize he's blocked me. But not today. Just before the SO departed, got a hit on Sniffies. A BBC top wanting some head. I normally don't do head only but I said WTF and sent him my address. He showed up about 15 minutes later, a tall good looking black guy in his early 40s. He took off his shorts and sat on the couch so I could kneel between his legs. I went to town, sucking him hard and then swallowing all 8 inches over and over. From the groans and sighs I could tell he was enjoying my attention. Then his hand slid under my shirt to play with my mantits. I paused long enough to whip off my shirt, then went back to sucking. This went on for a few more minutes before his hand started wandering further down my back. I knew what that meant, and I was glad I had cleaned out just in case! I slid off my shorts as he took off his shirt. I went back to sucking but after a minute heard him whisper, "Let me in." Well I didn't need any more urging! We swapped places, me on my knees on the couch as he stood behind me. No lube, he forced his way in but it barely hurt as my hungry hole opened to devour him. Once he was balls deep, he started slamming into me. I literally felt my eyes roll back in my head! The first thing he said to me was, "I'm gonna nut in that ass." Gaaaaaa, I was in heaven! After a bit he stopped. "I don't want to cum yet." I proceeded to squeeze my hole around his stiff shaft, causing him to make the same sounds my mouth had. At last he had had enough and with a few mighty thrusts, I felt him deposit a huge load in my hole. As regular readers know, I'm a huge fan of anonymous hookups, but this was too good. As we dressed, we exchanged numbers in the hopes we can do it again - soon! The stars must be in some kind of special alignment for things to have worked out like that. I couldn't have asked for any better! And as I sit here typing this, his load is still brewing deep in my guts.

I could not agree more with you. For me it is all about connecting and sharing with another man, who happens to like being a sex pig as much as I do.

Good start for my 1st post: 142 (1) Given/Received Blow Job (1) Fucked A Hole (1) Been Fucked (1) Kissed A Guy (1) Given a Handjob (1) Watched Porn (1) J/O With Others Watching (1) Watched a Guy J/O (1) Tasted Your Own Cum (1) Own a Jockstrap (2) J/O in a Public Place (Semi-Private E.G Bathroom Stall etc) (2) J/O in a Public Place (E.G in a Park/Field/Airport/Office etc) (2) Rimmed a Hole (2) Pissed on a Guy (2) Had An Outdoor Fuck (2) Fucked Inside Car/Truck (2) Swallowed Spit (2) Used a Gloryhole (2) Used a Dildo/Vibrator (2) Wrestled (2) Roleplayed (2) Had Sex with a Bi Guy (2) Had a Threesome (2) Voyeur/Spied on Guys Having Sex (2) Been Face Fucked (2) Swallowed a Guys Cum (2) Swallowed Your Own Cum (2) Had Interracial Sex (2) Gone Commando at Work (3) Been Caught Having Sex (3) Had Sex with a Married Guy (3) Had an Orgy/Group Session (3) Had an Anonymous Fuck (3) Fucked in a Public Restroom (3) Dirty Talked (3) Been to a Bathhouse (3) Been to a Sex/Cruising Club (3) Used a 10"+ Dildo (3) Been in/Part of a Circle Jerk/Bukkake (3) Watched Animal Porn (3) Had Really Aggressive/Rough Sex (3) Had Sex with Someone 40+ Years Older/Younger (5) Lost Your Virginity Under 18 Years of Age (5) Made an Amateur Sex Tape (5) Fucked a Married Guy (5) Been Gangbanged (5) Been Double Penetrated (5) Had Over 100+ Sexual partners (5) Used a Chastity Cage (10) Fucked/Been Fucked By K9/Dog (10) Swallowed K9/Horse Cum

Jay pays for disobedience Part 4 Master then released me from then bench my legs where wobbly when I stood up, he then got jay in a sling head down and butt up, Jay I know your cum was in Si when I fucked him and now you will pay dearly, Prep won’t help you and Jay bucked in the sling he had guessed what was coming, Master took out the toothbrush and was not gentle with Jays hole the brush was covered with deep red blood when he pulled it out breed him Si and I started to fuck Jay brutally until my slit opened and a tiny amount painfully released into Jay, I was spent. Sir then powered fucked Jay causing Jay to cum all over his abs and face. Master grunted as he seeded Jays hole slapping him hard across the face he was so angry. Master then said to Jay I agreed that I would never let a full blown Aids fucker breed you but I never said anything about not seeding/infecting you with Aids cum you worthless please of shit. Si come here push the ring spreader in an open his cunt, now take this and open his throat, this shit is going to get it both ends (I was confused, but Sir was so angry) I did as I was told, then Sir had me crouch down over a bowl as he put out my butt plug, the cum just flowed and flowed out 23 loads filling the bowl. Lets make sure that the camaras are focused in because this worthless piece of shit is getting Full Blown AIDS cum both ends. Jay was bucking around as Sir slowly dripped the cum onto his but watching intently as the cum trickled into his cunt, the white cum was a real sight against Jay’s ebony skin, next Sir did the same with Jays month the white bloody cum sliding down Jays tongue and throat. Finally Sir went back and poured all of the Toxic Aid cum down Jay’s hole and released the hole spreader Jay ring immediately clamping shut. I thought that the end of it, but Sir then got the tooth brush saying “I’ve been looking forward to using this” and shoved it straight into Jays cunt in and out in and out tarring the walls of Jays arse to shreds, no escape from Aids now cunt Master said as he slapped Jay hard again. Finally, he stopped and pulled it out. He then turned to me and I was dreading what was going to happen next and said “put the cuffs on” as soon as I had he hoisted me up on tip toes and said he would be back when he had thought of a suitable punishment for taking Jays cum earlier without permission. Part 5 Let me know if you want more?

Tricked An hour later we where fully clothed and in a taxi to the client’s place. Once there we rang the doorbell and were greeted by a tall guy Latin looking must have been every inch 6ft plus and really muscular. Once inside he got us both to sign some documents release stuff, so he said, when finished he locked them away (note to self-read before signing, to late). The client we where to call Master or Sir came up behind me and pulled me in, I could feel his hard cock against my back as there is such a size difference, then he put his hands down my sweets and started rubbing my throbbing cock and pulling down my sack master’s only words where “nice, Virgin meat” he spun me around and started caressing the cheeks of my butt, it felt amazing. Sir the pulled off my tee and pulled my sweats down I was naked with a throbbing cock which needed its release, really strange he gave Jay no attention at all he just sat quietly looking at us, okay Si get to work on my cock Sir said and I released his cock and was greeted with the largest member I had every seen, instinctively I started licking and tried to swallow but couldn’t get much in my mouth, he looked disappointed “boy it will be going all the way down your throat be sure of that” Sir said. Sir pushed me away and said follow me sluts and we went down into his basement better described as a dungeon once inside the room with all sorts of benches, crosses, and chains he turned to Jay and barked “strip whore” and Jay quickly did as he was told. Looking at Jay he told him to cuff me, once the cuff where on my wrists they where attached to pully’s and Sir hit a switch pulling me off the floor and leaving me hanging, as his mouth and throat is no good at the moment gag him with the dildo gag Jay, Jay took this cock shaped gag spat on it and slid it down my throat securing it in place, to which Sir said to Jay nice you have done really well finding this Virgin Twink fuck toy Jay, did they know each other had I been set up YES fuck I was helpless and Jay who I had trusted was in on it. Right he still has to much hair, taking a set of clippers he shaved off all my head hair I knew at this point I was in a lot of trouble but could do nothing about it. Up until this point I hadn’t noticed all of the screens in the basement showing my suffering it was being filmed and little did I know at this point being streamed live. Jay then got what I later found out was a ball stretcher and pulled my sack down and attached the device there was a wire connected to the floor in place Sir then started to raise me up again the pain was unbelievable. Sir then said, “you are going to be fully compliant YES?” Yes, I nodded. Okay and he released me down and said to Jay milk a load of that nasty neg cum out of its cock we will use it as lube, for his conversion. Sir turned to the screen, typed into the PC Virgin Neg Twink for Poz loads place your offers to be one of the first ten to load this fresh young cumdump, hiv + and full blown Aids ONLY. I was panicking now, I realized that I was finished. Within a minute 10 offers had been received and Sir had accepted and sent his address. Part 3 Breeding to cum.

Chapter 2 As I entered, there were no lights. It was pitch black. I stopped for a moment and one of the guys told me to keep it moving, along with hands on my shoulders pushing forward. I couldn’t see anything. I stopped after taking only a few steps inside and felt the hands being removed. As I turned around, I saw the door closing, shutting out the light from the street lamps. I heard several locks turning. I could see nothing. No one. It then was silence for what seemed like several minutes. I was really beginning to freak out. At first I whispered and then increasingly spoke the same question, “hello”? No response. A dim light appeared from above barely showing a small stool beneath. The light wasn’t bright enough to see even the walls of this place. I didn’t move. A deep, masculine, matter of fact in tone type voice came from the darkness. He said, “You are here because you said you were into partying and playing with us. We play and party hard. Bet you like it hard. Real hard. Take off everything and get naked. Put all your stuff on the floor next to the stool. Do it now.” I was buzzed, no doubt. The voice was sexy. I was spun. I slowly walked towards the stool, removing what little I was wearing. Now completely naked, I stood there waiting. “Turn around. On the wall there are items you are to put on. Best be quick about it!” came the voice from the darkness. Sure enough, as I turned around, there was a wall dimly lit that had several items hanging on it: a black leather jock strap, an odd looking cockring, harness, wrist and angle restraint straps, and blindfold. It was difficult putting this all on in almost complete darkness. As I did, my mind began to race with questions. Then it hit me. Some ten years before, I was trying to find my niche as far as the type of bar or club I wanted to frequent. It became clear pretty quickly that I was attracted to the leather bar because of the hot, masculine, leather clad men usually there. It was there that I met a guy named Bob. It was early during my coming out. I didn’t know how to act. Was totally inexperienced with men. And it showed. Bob introduced himself one evening I was there. He made it clear that he wasn’t trying to fuck me, he just thought I could use a little help. We drank, talked, laughed, and drank some more. Over the next couple weeks we became friends and still are to this day. He had told me that there were “leather men meets” all around, that one was coming up not too far and asked if I wanted to go. I agreed. We checked into the hotel, unpacked and got ready to head out to the host bar for the leather meet event. I had no leather and had put on a white t-shirt, a pair of worn levi’s, jockstrap, and black work boots. My ass looked boomin in my jeans. Bob came out of the bathroom and asked if that was what I was wearing. When I told him yes, he began shaking his head saying how stupid he was for not thinking about it beforehand. “This is a leather meet. The key word being leather.” Then he said for me not to worry. That with my hot little bod I could get away going shirtless. I freaked out. I had never been to any club or anywhere public shirtless. He calmed me down as we began to smoke a joint. I smoked weed many times before – but this time, the weed was super strong and had a weird taste to it. I coughed several times. Bob laughed and picked on me a bit. I told him the weed was the strongest and oddest tasting weed I had ever smoked. Bob said that was because it was realllllllly good shit and it was spiked with something that would make me feel better. He then produced two shot glasses, one more full than the other, and a can of coke for each of us. He handed the smaller shot to me and said, “cheers!!” We clanged the shot glasses together and drank them. It was awful. Unlike any alcohol I had ever tasted. My facial expressions told the story. Bob laughed again and said it was G. It would make me feel even better. Some time passed and I was feeling better. A LOT better. I was also very warm. And was feeling more horned up by the minute. We smoked another joint and headed out walking to the host bar that was just a couple blocks from our hotel. As we got closer to the bar, I noticed more and more men clad in leather gear around the area. I kept touching my nipple through my t-shirt. My dick stirred inside my jock and my hole felt like it was buzzing. Twitching. We got to the entrance of the bar where there was this very tall, super hot man in black boots, chaps, a bulge that wouldn’t quit, hardness, vest, and hat. He smiled at Bob, took his ticket, and stepped aside to let him in. I presented my ticket and his smile turned to a crazed like look. “This is a private leather event. I see your ticket. I don’t see leather. You can’t come in.” I looked beyond him to the door and Bob was standing on the other side of the door talking with some guys he must have known. “Will this make a difference?”, I asked as I took off my t-shirt, turned around and bent over untying my boot laces and stood back up. The bouncer was smiling a shit eating grin and said, “that will do just fine. Just keep the shirt off.” As I walked past him he grabbed my ass. Inside, I was blown away. Men everywhere. Leather of all types. Men wearing only jockstraps and boots. In the distance, I could see a guy getting fucked. The music was blaring. The smell of men, sweat, leather and sex was intoxicating. I was high. Horned. Like a kid in a candy store. I was also nervous as fuck and it took a few drinks and time for me to chill – getting used to my ass being grabbed or slapped and my nips getting tweaked. The place was huge. It was on two floors. Bob and I had walked around and saw all the different booths, bar stations, and more men playing than I had ever seen before. Time flew by. It was about 30 minutes before night one was to close and we were getting another drink when the bartender motioned for Bob. The two talked for a bit – all the while looking in my direction. Bob then walked over to me and said that he was a bit shocked. He went on to say that he was a bit jealous and how lucky I was. As we walked away from the bar, Bob told me that we needed to goto the bar’s leather shop. He said that the attendant there would be waiting for us – actually me. Bob said that there was a gift for me there from someone unknown. I was curious for sure. We entered the shop and the attendee immediately greeted us, then grabbed my hand and began walking towards the dressing room area with me in tow. Once there, he went on to say that a very generous and very hot man who wished to be anonymous wanted me to have some things. I looked very skeptical. The only catch was that I had to walk out of the shop wearing those gifts and had to agree to have them on whenever I was attending the meet. Before I could say anything, he quickly took some measurements and disappeared. Bob was so excited. I didn’t know what to think. The attendant then returned with a pair of black leather boots, a black leather jock strap having thin straps, a half harness, arm band and boy cap. I freaked. I would be almost naked! I looked at Bob. He said I should do it. I would be crazy to pass this up. “Shots!” screamed the bartender that had been talking to Bob moments before. “Drink up – on the house!” There were 4 shots, 2 of one color and 2 of another. “One of each color, gentlemen”. We downed our shots. I took Bob aside and expressed my nervousness. My fears. And then something happened. I stopped talking to Bob, turned to the attendant and said, “fuck yeah. It’ll be hot!” Pulled off my jeans and other stuff and put on the items the attendant gave me. “WOW”, Bob said. “Look at yourself in the mirror! Holy fucking shit! And that ass!” I moved to the mirror. For the first time in my life, be it the shots, drug shots, weed, whatever, I stood there and complimented myself as to how hot I really did look. There weren’t as many men in the bar as we left the shop. The last call announcement came. We went to the bathroom and I went into one of the stalls and shut the door. Bob headed to the urinals. I finished pissing and put my now almost hard dick back inside the jockstrap when I began to wonder how I was going to get back to the hotel dressed like I was? The bathroom stall door suddenly opened. A towering man built like a brick shit house forced himself inside the stall and closed the door behind him. He easily stood at 6’4”. Dark hair, light hair on his muscular pecs behind a harness, a small trail down his 6 pack into chaps where I could plainly see a couple inches of his dick popping up through. “Don’t say anything. Turn around,, now”. I hesitated. He grabbed my arm and spun me around and smacked my jockstrapped bared ass hard. “Spread your legs and step forward” he said as I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me towards the wall. “Give me your left arm”, as he grabbed my left wrist and brought my arm behind me placing my hand on his dick. “Play with my dick while I stick you”. I had no idea what he meant. Did he mean he was going to fuck me? “Put your right arm upwards – hand on the wall – and don’t move”. I didn’t understand. I heard some rustling and then a rubber tube wrapped around my right bicep, followed by wet feeling, then a prick, then the rube removed. And then BAM! I uncontrollably coughed hard several times. My vision blurred. Warmth all over my body. My dick got rock hard and I was pumping out pre-cum like crazy. My hole was on fire. My legs got weak. I let go of his dick and started to slump down as he wrapped his huge arms around me to hold me up – while fingering my nips. I moaned. He moaned. He licked and nibbled my neck and ears as he pressed his body against mine. I was sweating like crazy. “Put your hands on the wall and don’t move”, he said as he quickly backed up a bit and then bent down, slipped both his hands between my legs and spread them as he lifted my lower body off the ground. I was hanging in front of him and started to squirm like crazy when I felt my hole being tongue teased. He darted his tongue in and out of my hole, teased all around it, and repeated this. My dick was so hard. I was higher than I had ever been in my life. I started to say, “fuck me. Fuck me1 Pound my hole! Please!” I got louder each time. I needed dick. I wanted it so bad. He turned us around in the stall, then opened the door and continued eating my hole as he walked out the bathroom and into the bar. I couldn’t make out anyone or much else. He stopped eating my hole and said to someone, “takin this one with me” and we went out the door. At first I began to freak out a bit wondering how that looked with him eating my ass as we walked out the door. Then I didn’t care. Suddenly everything stopped. I was set down onto my feet for a moment. I started to bring my head up when I first heard a sliding door open and then felt myself being pushed inside a van. “On your back, arms up. NOW”, he said. I felt my wrists being secured above my head as I lay on the cold metal van floor. A ball gag was put over my head and into my mouth. “Just to be sure you don’t get crazy and start screaming”, he said. “Spread your legs”, he said and I felt something first touching, then quickly being pushed inside my hole. It burned. It also didn’t pop out. I figured it was some kind of butt plug. He then closed the door, got in the driver’s seat and began driving. I was fighting inside with anger, fear, unreal horniness, and a hole aching to get filled. “I know you’re a bit spun, but that’s how I like my boys and my boys like to be. Bob said you weren’t experienced with party drugs and I love bringing party virgins to the dark side. You got the look, bod, and butt boy – knew it as soon as you put on the leathers I set up for you. Relax. We got about a half hour drive.” My hole was now twitching around the butt plug. It was pressing against my prostrate. Zzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz My body shot up as this wild feeling repeated deep inside my hole. The pattern changed every minute or so. It was driving me crazy. I was uncontrollably moaning. I could see his bright blue eyes in the rear view mirror looking at me – like I was dinner or something. He smiled a smirk from time to time as he looked back at me from time to time. I could see him stroking his dick as his right arm flexed and his hand moved up and down every so often. The vibrations were getting more intense – very intense. “You liken that boy? Got the controller right here – Bluetooth is amazing! Bet I should turn it up some, eh?” OMG! It almost felt like the butt plug was fucking me. The vibrations made it move inside me. My dick was so damn hard. My nips were standing on end. I was sweating bullets. Moaning like crazy. My balls ached. My dick wanted to shoot but the vibrations were so intense against my prostate I couldn’t cum. “Aint that a bitch? Wanna cum so bad, right? NOT gonna happen!”, he said and increased the intensity. I was squirming. Kept feeling like I was gonna blow all over and was kept in that feeling for most of the ride to wherever he was taking me. “You were injected with tina in the bathroom. It’s called a slam. A dart. I gave you .40. A little more than what I start most with, but I had to move quicker cause the bar was closing. The shots you had are ghb. Once we get there, you will be untied and then tied again with your hands behind your back. We will go inside and you will be put into my sling. Your wrists and ankles will be restrained. You will be given more ghb and another slam. This time, it will be stronger. And then we play.” A few minutes later, the buzzing stopped. The van stopped. As I was told what were the next steps happened. The tube, the prick, removal of the tube, and BAM! Holy fucking shit! The rush was so intense as he turned the vibrating butt plug on higher than before. He laughed. I gyrated. The sling swung. Then I was empty. The butt plug removed – replaced by his tongue teasing, tongue darting without mercy in and out of my hole. He again played with my nips as he ate my hole. I screamed behind the gag. My breathing got harder. I couldn’t stop bucking my hips. My dick hurt it was so hard. My balls ached like never before. And then I burst. My dick began throbbing as it pumped my balls and shot rope after rope of my cum across my stomach, onto my chest and face. I had never cum without jerking off, getting head, or getting jerked off. I couldn’t believe this could happen. It felt so fucking good. I collapsed, unmoving as my dick continued to dry throb, my hole trying to grip dick – feeling so empty and screaming to be filled. He stood up. I hadn’t seen him remove his chaps. Between my legs, barely able to fit his dick in his hand as he stroked what looked to be at least 10 inches of thick cut cock, I looked into his eyes and just nodded my head. In an instant, he fed my hole balls deep with his dick. I screamed in pain and pleasure. He stepped forward holding onto the chains and thrust forward several times. Punching through my inner ring. It hurt. He then stepped back and pulled out entirely and began shaking his head. “Looks like you can’t take my dick, boy”, he said as he walked out of the room. I tried to shout for him to come back. Beg him to fuck my hole. Some minutes later I heard footsteps approaching the room. He walked in, his dick looking harder than when he left. He opened a box on a table, pulled out some lube, stroked his dick a few times, put his hand back into the box and then sprinkled his dick with tina. A real super evil grin on his face as he walked back towards me he said, “I don’t give a fuck if you can or can’t take my dick. That’s up to you”. He stood between my legs, spread wide, high and tied to the sling, reached forward with both hands and grabbed onto my neck as he literally impaled me balls deep with one stroke. He then pummeled my ass full length as deep and as hard as he could. “CUM boy! Shoot your load!” he commanded. He pounded harder. “I said CUM boy! CUM NOW!” He kept one hand gripping my neck and began slapping my ass with the other with each stroke. “CUM BITCH!” he screamed as he then short jackhammered my hole. Again, in my shock, my dick began pumping streams of my cum onto my face and chest. He began to groan and moan deep guttural sounds as he blew deep inside my hole. I could feel his dick throbbing and dumping his seed as my hole gripped and stroked his dick. He slammed and fucked me that entire weekend. We never went back to the leather meet. “HEY WHITE BOY!” came the voice from the dark, louder, stronger, more commanding – bringing me back to reality as I stood there still putting on the items left for me.

When I'm at the sauna I know I shouldnt, I know its risky to rim strangers, but in the heat of the moment and assisted by poppers I just cannot resist it! If there's no one topping I just love to rim those other guys who are offering up their holes to all and sundry, the grubby ones are even hotter to eat when I'm poppered up!

cumdumps should have no say in who fucks them and dumps loads in them. that's like asking a toilet who it wants to piss in it. fucksluts aren't reall people. they are objects at best. someting men use for sexual fun and for getting ourselves off. a faggot cumdump is really just a human fleshlight or more of a subhuman fucktoy. they should never turn down any males cock or their load. just take it and be thankful. Looks, age, race, size, status should not matter to a cumdump. Just bend over and take loads.

Matt was dreaming, a pound sensation happening over and over again. He could feel his cock swell and harden in his dream-like state. He fantasized about taking raw cock. He imagined his teammates like Bryan, a soccer stud and football god, holding him down, forcing him to take his cock. He picture Diego, a hot latino buddy of his with a lean body and tan skin, shoving his cock into his mouth, forcing Matt to gag on his uncut latino dick. This dream was making Matt's cock swell. Next his teammates morphed into different versions of themselves. Bryan had pierced nipples and a pierced cock, sporting a big scorpion tattoo on the side of his abdomen, sweet dripping down his abs as he forced Matt to take his cock balls deep. Matt knew he was fantasizing about Bryan being poz, a leather cockring around his 7 inch cock. Likewise, Diego sported a big biohazard tat just above his cock and below his hairless, perfect abs. He looked gaunt and leaner than Matt had remembered. Fuck this was a hot dream, Matt thought. Feeling Bryan forcing his poz cock into his tight hole as Diego shoved his cock down his willing throat. Slowly the fucking became more intense, Matt feeling the momentum ripple through his whole body, like he was quickly swinging back and forth, almost like a hammock. He felt a pinch on his nipple, causing Matt to slightly open his eyes, seeing darkness. Slowly the sound of moaning flooded into his consciousness. It sounded like a group of men all fucking, sucking, gagging on cock. A thick black cock appeared before his eyes, slowly forcing its way into his mouth. Reflexively, Matt opened his mouth, allowing the 9 inch cock to enter his mouth and slide down his throat. His concentration on the black cock was broken by his body being slammed forward, forcing him to bob up and down on the cock. Opening his eyes wider, he was eye level with the torsos of at least five guys. Confused, in a moment of panic, he choked on the cock in his throat and tried to lift his head. "Well, looks like Matt is finally wake," Matt heard Trent's familiar voice say. A few men laughed. Matt, the evening rushing back to him, slowly realized who he was with. "Most everyone showed up why you were passed out on G, fag. These are my poz breeding brothers." Matt, eyes adjusting to the darkness, made out that there was at least 8 or 9 guys in the room with him. A muscular latino with a big cock and an emaciated look continued pounding Matt's hole without interruption. Matt couldn't help but think that this guy must be in the late stages of AIDS. His cheeks were prominent on his wasted face, without an ounce of fat on his body. Seeing that, knowing that his poz load may well be lethal caused Matt's hole to tighten up on his cock, hoping to squeeze out the toxic cum he was quickly becoming addicted to. "You passed out from a little to much G, baby," Trent continued, "so we carried you over to a sling room, getting you positioned for everyone to fuck you. You must have taken at least a dozen toxic loads by now." Matt could feel his hole, the soreness now coming to his attention, as the latino guy came in him and an older daddy taking his place within seconds. He felt the older man pulling on his jockstrap. Matt wonder when they had slipped that back on him. He could still feel the cockring he had on early squeezing his limp T dick. He began moaning louder as the daddy fucking him began to thrust faster and faster, the pain in Matt's hole increasing with the onslaught. He felt someone place a bottle in his hand, knowing it was poppers. He held it up to his nose, inhaling deeply, feeling his hole respond by sucking in the cock that was fucking him. "Hit it again," Trent commanded. Matt inhaled, his hole feeling nice and loose, his face flushed. "Again," Trent said. Matt inhaled strongly again. His head beginning to swim from the lack of air and the effects of the poppers. "Again," and Matt dutifully obeyed, his breaths becoming swallower and faster as he attempted to get some air. "Keep going," Trent commanded again, Matt's head rushing and his hands shaking. Someone took the bottle before he spilt it, with Matt barely noticing. He didn't even feel the extra few fingers that had invaded his hole along side the older daddies cock. God, Matt thought, he had never felt so loose before. The older man pulled his cock out after a few more minutes of fucking him, presumably having blasted his DNA all over over Matt's guts. He walked over to Matt's head, forcing him to suck the cum covered cock clean. Matt tasted it, the cum covered cock, a mixture of all the toxic loads that had been dumped in him. He could feel the warmth of the cock, hot from having been buried in his rectum just seconds ago. He even taste a hint of blood, mixed with another flavor. "Fuck," the older man moaned, "this slut loves ass-to-mouth. How does your boypussy taste?," he asked. Matt moaned a muffled yes the best he could, the cock hitting the back of his throat, Matt trying his best to suppress his gag reflex. He noticed his hole was empty and he desperately wanted a cock to fill it. His wish was fulfilled a second later by a random black guy he hadn't seen before. "Fuck," Matt thought, "his cock is fucking thick." It was hurting Matt as much as it felt good, but he was so desperate to get fucked, he wasn't going to say a word. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Trent, a small camcorder in hand, filming Matt's corruption on camera. Dan seemed to be filming something similar on his phone. Trent saw Matt looking. "You ready to be a pornstar boy?" "MMhhmmm" Matt moaned, cock in his mouth. The thought of being exposed online got him so hard, his hole tighten around the cock in his hole. Trent got close in with the camera. The cock in Matt's mouth taken out. Trent leaned in, focusing the camera on Matt's face. "You ready for another toxic load faggot?" "Yes sir," Matt replied in a moaning, whiney voice the jock stud would have never have sounded like only 24 hours ago. "Are you ready to take another HIV+ load in your hole?" "Yes sir, please. I want more poz cum." "How old are you boy?" Trent asked for the camera. "18" "And your still in high school?" "Yes sir. Jefferson high school." "What's your name?" "Matt. Matt... Pierson." Matt couldn't believe he was admitting this on cam but it made him hornier and hornier. The meth was making him lose all his inhibitions. His limp tina cock was calling the shots now, and it was telling Matt to expose himself as the AIDs whore he was. "Say hi to your mom and dad," Trent prompted, a sinister smile on his face. He zoomed in on Matt's face. "Hi mom and dad," Matt said smiling meekly at the camera, slightly ashamed but mostly aroused. "Do you know who is fucking how?" Trent asked him. "No sir, I've never met any of these men before." "And what are they wearing for protection?" "Nothing, it's all bareback." "And you wanted that?" Trent questioned him again. "Yes sir." "And you know what we all have?" "Everyone is poz sir. They have HIV+ and I've been taking their loads all night." "That's right faggot. You've been turned into a hole, a cumdump taking loads from complete strangers, poz strangers." Trent panned the camera over to Matt's hole, to get a perspective of Matt taking raw cock. He watched the cock slide in and out of Matt's hole. The hole remained gaping open, it's edges red and puffy from being fucked for hours. Cum dripped out of his open hole, cum making the bands of his jockstrap wet. A pool of cum and lubed pooling in the low point of the sling.Trent kept Matt's face in frame the entire time. Trent asked Matt, "And who do you want to become poz from your school? Who do you want to fuck you?" Without thinking, Matt responded, "Diego, Bryan, Chris, Louis, my soccer teammates." "And what has turned you into a cumdump whore? What drug?" "I've slammed crystal meth, tina, all night." Dan, ready for the prompt, got the gear ready, going over to Matt and tying off his arm. Holding the point up to the camera. Trent, finding the perfect angle, continued filming. On camera, you saw the point go into Matt's arm, the scarlet color of his blood when the plunger was pulled back. Slowly, Dan pushed the plunger in, Matt's face becaming red. Matt coughed, the rush pervading his body for the third time in a day. "How does it feel?" Trent asked. "I feel like a fucking god! I feel so good. I want to get fucked hard, by more poz cock." His eyes went wide, guys switched positions, another cock feeling his hole. Trent handed the cam to Dan and started preparing for their next activity. Guys continued to come and leave, the crowd a little less then earlier, when Matt was just waking up from his G overdose. Trent pulled a rag out of his bag, spraying Maximum Impact on it. He knew Matt could tolerate a heavy dose. Going over to Matt, he managed to tie it around his head, knowing it would force him to inhale through the cloth. Matt, letting Trent control him, accepted the cloth without question. He could smell the chemical scent of it, quickly feeling its affects. He felt like his surroundings were becoming mute, a sensation of being underwater. He could feel Trent fingering his hole, sticking in all for fingers with no resistance. Trent tuck in his thumb, slowly working it in. Slowly moving it in and out, his knuckles making a bit of forward progress each time. He could hear Matt moaning in pain, knowing that each breath was taking him more and more out of it. Fast enough, he felt Matt's hole give way, his hand becoming sucked in up to the wrist, feeling Matt surrounding his hand with his hole. "God," Trent thought, "my fag is perfect. I'm going to love training him over the next couple of months." Dan continued filming, catching ever second of Matt's descent into depravity, his complete loss of innocence. Trent could't help but smile, thinking about what a hot video this evening would make. Knowing that it would be the tool to form Matt into the poz cumdump he was meant to be. Trent continued working his hand out, feeling the hole push him out. Again, he started pushing in, feeling the hole grasping his hand. Matt, head spinning and feeling lightheaded, felt Trent's hand invading his hole. It felt so intense, feeling him up each time he entered, the pain worth every second of that wonderful feeling. How could it fill so fantastic to have a hand in him? He could feel it pressing on his bladder, his prostate. Trent was going faster, stretching his hole, lube and toxic cum plopping out with each withdrawal of Trent's hand. Suddenly, Matt felt Trent hitting this spot, stimulating a spot in Matt that made his dick go wild. Before he realized it, Matt noticed that he had pissed him, drenching his jock in the few places left that hadn't been drenched by cum or sweat. It was the last thing he distinctly remembered from the rest of the evening, fists still forcing their way in and out of his hole, cocks entering his mouth and hole, random men dumping their poz seed in him. Trent smiled, happy to see his faggot totally blissed out, taking fists and cocks without resistance. In one evening he had transformed a neg stud boy into a filthy faggot full of dirty toxic seed. He knew that when Matt woke up the next day that he'd be conflicted, still not totally convinced of what he had done. Trent knew that the crash from his high would also leave him feeling weak and vulnerable. Trent knew he would have to coach him through it the first time, taking care of him, making sure he didn't run off to his parents or the emergency room, desperately hoping PEP could still save him. After a few more hours, Trent and Dan helped Matt down from his sling, helping him walk back through the building, out a back exit and to the car. Matt was still in just his jock, cum, sweat, and piss covering his body. Dan and Trent had changed already, looking like the clean cut guys they held themselves out to the world to be. They chatted, talking about meeting up the next day. While Matt was sleeping off his crash, he and Dan would edit the footage they had taken tonight, getting it ready to put online. Trent smirked, so happy to have the footage he had taken tonight. He knew it would be the ace in the hole he needed to convince Matt to accept his new lot in life as a cum dump poz whore. Dan helped load Matt in the car, laying him down in the back and then taking off. Trent got in the in the car, picking up his phone. He saw Dan had been sending him messages with pictures of Matt taking cock, slamming, and being used as a poz cumdump. Smiling, he pick up Matt's phone, sending some of his favorites to it. He began flipping through the contacts, eventually coming across a Bryan, Chris, Louis and a Diego. Creating a group text, Trent selected some of his favorite photos to send to the studs Matt had lusted for earlier. Trent had no idea how this would play out for Matt, but he was getting off on the prospect of outing Matt to his teammates. Hitting send, Trent put down the phone, started his car, and headed for home with his new fag passed out in the bag, leaking toxic cum from his hole and freshly outed to his teammates.