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Late Friday night and the place was dead, Did the treadmill and went to do a few weights. Black guy wanted spotted while on his back pressing. Did a few reps and noticed a tent in his shorts, He sees I notice and says sorry no nut November and chuckles. I tell him looks like that needs taken care of. He says yeah and I walk away. I go to the locker room he shows shortly after. Hes wearing a towel. Normally I do to the shower but went naked, towel over my shoulder. I leave a gap in the curtain and start showering. Shortly after, I see him walking back and forth looking in each time. He finally stops, enters the shower straight across from mine leaving the curtain open like mine. He is looking,takes his towel off and his beautiful cock is hard. I bend over presenting. He comes over asking if I can take care of his problem.I say sure and he comes in and shuts the curtain and says hes not gay. He just needs this. I said I know and look back and hes got precum just drooling. He puts the head of his cock in my ass and stokes the rest of his cock until he throbs and does this twice and holds still. He starts fucking and tells me to tell him to cum in my pussy. I do, A minute later he is pumping a huge load in me. He says thanks and leaves. I clinch my ass and run to get a plug to keep his cum in. I go home and go to bed full of sperm.

I went to a local park on my lunch break that is known for cruising. I walked down a trail and a black guy was standing there holding himself. I smiled and made eye contact and walked past him then stopped behind a half brick wall of ruins. He came behind the wall and asked what I was doing, I said "Just walking around, what are you doing?" He said "I'm looking for a pink hole to stick my dick in." I said "Mine." He said let me see it so I pulled my pants down and bent over. He was already lubed and slid up inside me and started fucking. It felt so good and I told him to please cum in me. He did. As we were walking back up the trail he stopped and asked me for my number. I gave it to him and told him I would be his on-call buttslut and he could let his friends fuck me too. He said he would.

Last Friday I went to a men’s gathering in Va. there were about 50 men as it was Veterans Day. $20.00 to get in. Now there is a sign that says all activities are to be safe and there is a bowl of condoms I was in one of the rooms sucking a guys dick when I felt a hand on my Ass. I turned around and it was a young Latin kid with a huge dick. He asked if he could fuck me. I thought he would rubber up per the rules but he just put some lube on his dick and went in. After a few minutes he said he was close and could he cum inside me. Sure and then he shot a big load up my ass On the way out I asked the organizer about the signHe said they did that because of health laws. He also said nobody follows it.

Sunday Funday! A FB asked if I was interested in playing with him and two other guys. It's been a while since I had a foursome so I jumped. I had assumed they were a couple and I had also assumed one of them was a bottom. Wrong. One was vers but not in the mood to take cock that day. So that left me as the bottom. It was hot. Nice enough guys and one was seriously hot with an above average cock. We played for a few hours. We had a few breaks but I had cock in my ass or mouth (or both) most of the time. Was exhausted after we broke up but I left with seven loads. And a sore ass 😉 Loved it! Wouldn't mind a repeat. Have the number of the hot guy who dumped three loads in me.

Last Sunday I received a text from a guy who had fucked me before. Said are you awake? Yes I said and he replied he was on his away. 5 minutes later he was in my ass He dropped his load deep in me and slapped my ass and said thanks. It was 4:20 and my ass was dripping with cum

Got fucked by 5 guys at The Vault this evening, I went with a masseur/escort friend, he fucked me twice. Him and three of them over 8"... Still blissfully sore

The first guy I ever let breed me was a very ugly, overweight guy that I felt zero attraction to. I'd gone to a nearby adult theater with the intention of getting fucked raw for the first time. He had followed me from the booths to the theater, and in the past I probably would have ignored his obvious desire. But this night was going to be the night I got bred, and I wasn't going to let something like attraction standing in the way of me feeling a load inside me. I approached him, reached for his dick, and whispered in his ear, "I want you to breed me." In less than a minute, this grotesque man had me bent over in a crowded theater, and started pumping. I was fucking loving it... I loved that every guy that walked in could see immediately that I would fuck anyone... That any guy there could use my holes as their sperm dump I took his load deep. And then moved on to the next ugliest guy in the room and said, "I want you to breed me." Three guys bred me in the theater, then I brought one of them home and he filled my hole two more times.

Part 21 - Greenacres Country Fayre Alex ran up the stairs to his bedroom passing his father on the stairs who reminded him to be at the artisan marquee by 11.45 ready for the midday opening of the fayre. The king met his equerry Reinhard at the bottom of the stairs instructing him to be informed immediately when the governor premier arrived. Artem walked in to the kitchen feeling peckish and noticing Lipscombe standing their purring like a cat and rubbing his hands at the sight of Artem, Lipscombe raised an eyebrow at the steely glance Artem threw at him by accident then turned around and walked out hearing Lipscombe make some form of snide remark but he cared less about that man. Not long now he thought to himself ignoring Artem's look of disgust and walking out to the utility room then around the palace to the front where he was due to meet the king and check over the readiness of the stalls for the country fayre. Lipscombe checked his watch 11am precisely and watched the king exit the palace front doors followed by three security detail whish was most unusual here at Greenacres. Lipscombe waited until the king approached "Your majesty" he said bowing his head. "Ah Lipscombe, I do not need you" the king said politely, "I can handle this, we will talk later". Lipscombe shuffled on his feet "Your majesty?" he said questioning the king. The king looked at him "I need you to squash this rumour" he said giving him a clear demand. "A rumour your majesty?" Lipscombe asked secretly smiling inside with glee. The king nodded "Yes to do with my son, I want the instigator brought before me" he said. "Your majesty I will deal with it" Lipscombe replied, "Rumours usually have foundation". "No Lipscombe, do as I ask" the king replied, "I want to personally dismiss them" he made clear. Lipscombe looked concerned "Bring them to my office at 2pm" the king added. Lipscombe bowed "Squash the rumour immediately, do I make myself clear?" the king said. He nodded "Walk away" he king commanded. Lipscombe needed to think fast on his feet never expecting it take this turn, he was always responsible for the hiring and firing of staff so he needed to find a scape goat, there was two people getting under his skin with their arrogant attitude towards himself, Artem and Francis. In the meantime Lipscombe went around putting the fire out about the rumour that he had started anyway, walking around the palace then in to the lounge he saw the person he was looking for. "Francis, meet me here at 1.55pm sharp and I will take you to the king" Lipscombe said. Francis looked up nervously "Why?" he asked. "Mind your manners you arrogant lad" Lipscombe barked at Francis, "Do as you are told". Francis stood up "Is this about the rumour you started?" he asked Lipscombe. "Stupid boy, I never started it, you did!" he replied smirking, "1.55pm sharp, right here". Francis nodded and walked out on to the terrace hiding his smile, his decision to speak to the king that morning might have have just saved his skin, but it was too early to tell right now. He headed off to the fayre ready for the opening at midday and was surprised to see how busy and bustling it already was and the anticipation of the crowd waiting to see the royal family which was their highlight of the year. The king stood talking to his son Alden, Elethera and Andreas, their parents had to cancel last minute to attend a function, much to the king's relief. Alden looked in good spirit chatting with his father in the artisan marquee, the queen was talking to one of the organisers from Woodvale praising her on the splendid work she had done. The dowager queen arrived with Alex and the king watched his son then glanced over to the sovereign prince Andreas who had also noticed Alex's appearance. Unmistakably Andreas half smirked seeing Alex which riled the king but he kept his cool, Alex walked over and hugged his brother, then greeted Elethera and looked directly at Andreas and simply nodded his head. Alden and Alex had a private joke giggling at their father dressed in a lumberjack shirt, baseball cap and jeans. They actually had one cool father who knew how to stay hip despite his role as the reigning monarch, his glance though was carefully set on Andreas at the moment watching him as moved in front of his youngest son. "Prince Alexander your highness" he elegantly smarmed, "I trust you will be my host?". Alex smiled and looked at him "No!" he said dropping any formal royal protocol to Andreas. Andreas stopped Alex from leaving "I believe you are forgetting protocol" he said holding his arm. "You may be the Sovereign Prince but here you are lower to me here in Monrovia" Alex reminded him. "We will see" Andreas replied looking irritated at Alex's irrational manner. "Get your hand off me now!" Alex said quietly in an aggressive tone whilst smiling. Andreas smirked at him "Remember princess, we have unfinished business" he said letting go. Alden was now standing by his father who was staring at Andreas "You know?" he asked. His father nodded "Yes" he replied, "How could you bring him back after what happened?" he asked. "He invited himself father" Alden said looking ashamed, "Elethera and me will end soon". The king nodded "Good Alden, your mother will be pleased" he said looking at his son. Alden looked at Alex "Alex will be happy he didn't like Elethera" he said glancing at his father. His father chuckled "Alden your brother is an exceptional judge of character" he said. Alden laughed "Seriously he is, he just doesn't know he is" his father said. "Right lets get this fayre started" the king said to everyone in the marquee. Outside they stepped as a close knit family whilst the protection officers watched on at the side, the packed crowd cheering and applauding them all 'Distinguished citizens of Monrovia, welcome to the annual Greenacres country fayre, spend lots of money and enjoy the fruits of our wonderful land' the king finished to an erupting loud cheer and applause. Alex slipped back inside the marquee which was due to open shortly and picked up the royal warrant then rushed out of the marquee. "Where are you going?" Alex called over to Artem and Francis catching up with them. "I have to go back to the palace then I will join you" Francis replied looking nervous. "What for Francis?" Alex asked staring at him, "Is it about the rumour?". Francis looked around "You know about the rumour?" he asked quietly and Alex nodded. "Lipscombe summoned me to meet with the king" Francis said making a slippery shoulder motion. Alex looked horrified knowing what Lipscombe was trying to do "Want me to come?" he asked. "No" Francis replied, "Anyway I told the king where the rumour started, Lipscombe". "He has had it in for Liam and me" Artem said with a knowing look. "Here" Alex said giving Francis his mobile number, "You better call me when finished". "Thanks" Francis said putting his phone away, "This won't take long" and with that he was gone. Artem shrugged "You want me to hang out with you?" he asked looking at Alex and Liam. "Of course" Alex replied, "Anyway old by the book man here is working" he said chuckling. "First strike" Liam said quietly hiding his expression under his sunglasses. Alex turned to him "God you look like a twat" he said giggling. "Second strike" Liam said quietly again, "You are racking them up quickly". "Chill out Liam" Artem said taking the mickey out of him. Liam turned his head to Artem "You are not immune either" he said with a slight smirk. Artem poked his tongue out "Right knob head when he is working" he said to alex "Yeah sexy one though" Alex said smirking at Artem, "Come on jam marquee!" he called out. Purely out of spite Francis waited until 12.57pm then turning on the voice memo on his phone he entered the lounge where Lipscombe was pacing up and down looking quite angry and started dressing Francis down hoping to weaken his resolve before meeting with the king. Francis replied calmly telling Lipscombe he knew he was the one who started the malicious rumour to which Lipscombe laughed reminding him that no one would believe a lowlife footman over him. Barking out the order for Francis to follow him to the kings office Francis retrieved his phone from his pocket and turned off the recording, he had enough to protect himself. Inside the office the king was finishing with his video conference with the Royal Chamber Council meeting that had urgently called with his proposal, he now needed to wait for the council to inform him of their decision, it was only a formality but it had to be done by the rules. Lipscombe's four knocks on the door drew the kings attention. "Enter" the king called out and the door opened with Lipscombe and Francis coming in. "Your majesty" they both called out in unison bowing their heads and Lipscombe closed the door. "Well we have the instigator of the rumour here then" the king informed them both. Lipscombe held up his hand in front of Francis "We do indeed your majestry, Francis here". The king stared at Lipscombe in silence "Are you sure Lipscombe?" he asked. "Indeed your majesty, I caught him telling the two chefs this morning" Lipscombe said. "Francis?" the king spoke addressing him. "Your majesty, I believe you understand the truth to be far from that" Francis replied. Francis turned to Lipscombe "What did you call me?" he asked, "Oh yes a lowlife footman". "Quiet" Lipscombe said, "Remember where you are. I suggest we dismiss him" he said to the king. "You know trust, respect and loyalty are fundamental here in the palace" the king said. The king walked around his desk "But all of these mean nothing" he added looking at Lipscombe. "Indeed" Lipscombe said agreeing with him, "As is honour and service". "Disrespecting anyone including my son has upset me no end" the king now said, "But to lie to me!". The king stood there shaking his head "Francis did Lipscombe really call you a lowlife?" he asked. Francis nodded "If I may your majesty?" he asked. The king nodded intrigued at Francis's request and they both watched him get his mobile phone out and play out the entire two minute conversation between Lipscombe and himself in the lounge before. Francis turned it off and replaced the phone in his pocket, the king stared at Lipscombe who was now on a back foot realising he had been caught out. "Trying to blame Francis shows a lack of respect Lipscombe" the king informed him. The kings security detail entered "Saving your own self when I know it was you" he added. "Your majesty, I can assure you..." Lipscombe was about to say before the king cut him off. "Enough with your deceit" the king said slightly angry, "Francis you may leave" he said. Francis bowed and walked out "You have one hour to clear your belongings and leave" the king said. "Your majesty?" Lipscome asked in shock, "I don't understand what is happening". "Lipscombe you are removed from your position immediately" he king informed him clearly. The security detail moved standing by the side of Lipscombe and took him out to his rooms, there they stood guard whilst he packed then remaining by his side until he stepped in to the waiting car just as the Governor Premier's car arrived. The governor stopped Lipscombe reminding him of his legal obligation to remain quiet now he was no longer part of the royal household, the way Steven said it was a clear warning that Lipscombe understood. His entire life, everything he knew had been swept from under him Alex and Artem were at the coconut shy trying to win a coconut when a person stood next to them and threw one ball knocking the coconut clean off the holder. "Nice throw" Alex said turning to the guy, "Jackson!" he screamed hugging him hard. "I thought you were never coming back!" Alex said completely overwhelmed to see him. "Nice to see you your highness" Jackson replied, "Artem good to see you man" he said. Artem shook hands with Jackson "Seems like you have been away for ages". "There you are!" Alden said wrapping his arms around Alex who laughed but also looked around. "Don't worry they are having afternoon tea" Alden said figuring Alex was looking for Andreas. Alden turned to his tattooed protection officer "Nick take Liam off and chill him out" he said. Nick nodded and disappeared with Liam, "Liam is a stickler!" Alden said, "What are we doing?". "You want to join us?" Alex asked then looking a little shocked as Alden nodded. "Of course I do" Alden said just as Francis caught up with them. "You are back, everything alright?" Alex asked, "You didn't ring me I was worried!". "Everything is fine, can't say the same for Lipscombe though" Francis informed them. Alden looked at Francis "What is going on?" he asked looking all confused. "Long story bro, I will tell you later" Alex said turning to Francis, "You sure you are okay?". Francis chuckled "Yes good thing I was prepared" he said, "Your highness" he said to Alden bowing. "Cut it out Francis" Alex said pushing him slightly, "No protocol this weekend at all!". Alex had them walking all around until he saw the apricot jam sign and headed straight in to the tent with the others in tow. Making light work of tasting this years offering Alex felt like he was in heaven licking his jammy finger and talking to Elspeth who made the jam. Suddenly he appeared, the young boy had grown in to a strapping teenager who was now 18 year old, rough looking with unkept hair he was almost the spitting image of Marty apart his outdoor appearance. Clearly the young lad was working on the farm his parents had. He towered over Alex by a couple of inches, his ripped shorts showed the muscles in his legs off beautifully. Yet weirdly he had retained the baby face Alex remembered from years back, only now he had grown in to it and made him drop dead gorgeous to look at. "You remember my son your highness?" Elspeth asked bringing Alex back from his trance. Alex smiled "Of course but you were much shorter. Tom isn't it?" he asked. Tom nodded "Alright your highness" he said bowing over from his chest. "Manners!" Elspeth called to son looking ashamed, "I am so sorry your highness". Alex laughed then turned to Elspeth "Can you provide us with... err... 20 jars?" he asked. "Of course your highness" Elspeth responded, "I will have Tom drop them off tomorrow". "Excellent, please ask for me when you arrive at the palace Tom" Alex said. "Sure thing" Tom replied, "err your highness" he added fixing his gaze on Alex mulling him over. "One other thing Elspeth" Alex said handing the rolled up paper to her. She took it "What is it your highness?" Elspeth asked undoing the ribbon. "A royal warrant, you are now officially a supplier to the royal family" Alex replied smiling. Elspeth was so overwhelmed never expecting such an honour "Oh dear I am lost for words". Alex laughed "You can put the warrant on your labels if you wish" he added. "Cool mum, we can charge more for it now" Tom said nodding in thanks to Alex. "Not to us though!" Alex was quick to say making Tom laugh that lit up his face. They walked out having had a fair amount of Jam, Artem and Alden both saw it and Francis was loitering behind trying to steal a few more glimpses at Tom. They waited before ribbing the hell out of Alex and his flirting with Tom who evidentially was well in to it as well. The rest of the afternoon and early evening had been an eye opener for Alden, seeing his brother so chilled out in the company of Artem and Francis. It was like they had been friends for years and they treated Alex like one of their own and not afraid to make him the butt of their jokes which was pretty often. Alden felt a sense of freedom without Elethera hanging on to him constantly and enjoyed spending the time avoiding her and Andreas. Francis stood staring besotted by one of the men at the local meat produce stall, Artem was looking around and Alex was staring at Francis giggling to himself when he was tapped on the shoulder and he turned around. "Your highness" Tom said bowing, "I wanted to thank you for what you did" he said. "Your welcome, it was about time she received the warrant" Alex replied staring in his eyes. Tom smiled "Mother is all dizzy wanting to replace all the labels right now!" he exclaimed. Alex laughed "Sorry I didn't mean to add more work" he replied, "So you work on the farm?". "Yeah, only until I find a job" Tom replied, "Applied here for a vacancy but nothing". "Oh right" Alex said, "It is not for everyone Tom, hard word and all that" Alex informed him. Tom nodded "I figured that, working in the Balenciaga Palace is my dream" he said gazing off. "Oh and I have this for you, made two days ago" Tom said producing a jar of jam. He held the jar out to Alex looking directly in his eyes, Alex raised his hand to take the jar and felt Tom's fingers deliberately and slowly brushing against his. It was a calculated and intending move on Tom's part, several years having a crush on the prince and today he was feeling more stimulated than ever brushing his fingers hoping it was enough of a play. It was a long shot but Tom already was active around the gay scene in Balenciaga and sort of knew what he was doing. Alex could sense Tom was clearly coming on to him and he twisted the label around in his fingers and looked down. Tom's fingers were still touching his as he forced the jar upside down revealing a mobile number underneath. Alex chuckled for a moment seeing the number then looked up at Tom. "That is brave" he said, "Does your mother know you do that?" Alex asked quietly. "You coming out made it a whole lot easier for me" Tom replied, "I kind of owe you a lot". Tom bowed his head removing his fingers and winked at Alex "Until next time" he said. Alex watched him take a few steps back "Tomorrow when you drop off the Jam" he reminded him. Tom smiled so bewitchingly it gave Alex a knee trembling moment "Of course, your highness". Alex watched him disappear back in the crowd "What was all that about?" Artem asked. "Tom the jam man just came on to me big time" Alex said glancing at Artem showing him the number. "Whose number is that?" Francis asked leaning over Alex's shoulder. Artem chuckled "The young guy from the jam stall" he informed Francis. Francis nodded "Dam just because you are the prince they all flirt with you!" he said. "That and I am a catch" Alex replied grinning. "Yeah suppose you are" Francis said agreeing, "Hope you are going to use the number!". Alex shrugged unsure weather to or not "I fucking would, anytime" Francis added. "You are just too easy" Artem said smirking, "Ouch!" he cried out as Francis punched him lightly. "Pack it in girls, you are ruining my reputation cat fighting" Alex cheekily said walking off. By the time they returned inside the palace it was dark and the fayre was slowly winding down for the day. Buzzing from all the excitement they entered the lounge and found Elethera and Andreas looking quite upset at having been left for the afternoon and having to mix with household staff. Nick and Liam entered carrying a case of red wine that was locally produced and happily cracked open several bottles for everyone to enjoy. Alden reluctantly joined Elethera and Andreas who was clearly observing Alex sat out of the way with Francis and Artem, he watched as Liam walked over handing a glass to Alex and sitting down in their little group. Alex had already downed a few glasses trying all the different wines available around the fayre and felt like he needed some air to clear his head. "Where are you going?" Liam asked clearly a little tipsy as well. Alex chuckled "Away from you, I know what you are like after drinking red wine" he stated. Liam grinned broadly and without thinking he opened his mouth "You enjoyed it though". Francis's mouth fell open "You never complained when I had you" Liam said sipping his wine. "Yeah I think you have had enough wine" Artem said taking the glass from Liam. "I need some air guys" Alex said heading towards the terrace doors feeling his face go hot. Francis stared in disbelief at Liam "You did him then?" he asked sitting next to Liam. Liam grinned "No comment!" he replied, "Of course I did" he then said laughing. Artem arrived back with coffee "Come on Liam you need to sober up you are on duty remember". "Blah!" Liam said accepting the mug of coffee "Alex is okay here in the palace" he said. Unknown to them Andreas stood excusing himself to get some air and traced Alex's footsteps a few minutes after. Alex as usual had his palace phone on him and secured it in his pocket as he walked across the lawn around the palace to the paddock that was empty, there was just enough warmth in the September night air to keep the chill off as he crossed in to the stable yard and saw Marty closing the stable doors up. "Hey Marty!" Alex called out, "Need a hand?" he asked offering to help him. Marty turned and smiled "You come for a booty call?" he asked latching Brandy's door shut. "No Marty, out for a walk to clear my head" Alex replied standing there watching him. Marty nodded "I have a flask of coffee in the barn if you fancy" he offered. "Sure" Alex replied, "No sex though" he insisted looking serious. Marty smirked "I am not a complete monster Alex I can be civil" he replied. Marty latched the last stable door shut and walked across the yard with Alex disappearing in to the barn. Andreas watched them go out of view then crossed over to the barn, his cock already stirring in to an erection desperately wanting to get his hands on and his cock in Prince Alexander. The closer he got he could hear laughter from the barn and peering inside he saw Alex sat on a hay bale engrossed in conversation with the stable hand. Andreas pushed the door open and walked in to the barn full of his own self importance and arrogance. Alex looked over startled at someone's appearance "Oh it's you, what do you want?" he asked. "That is now way to address the sovereign prince" Andreas said standing there. Marty stood "Your highness" he said bowing his head. Andreas looked at him "Get out" he commanded. "No Marty, you stay" Alex replied standing up, "You get out you are not welcome here" he said. Andreas chuckled "Fucking spare, think you can lord it up over me?" he said stepping towards Alex. Marty jumped in front of Alex "I think he asked you to leave!" he exclaimed. "How dare you address me" Andreas said, "Move, the prince and I have some unfinished business". Marty folded his arms "Make me!" he said standing up to Andreas. Alex pulled Marty back "No don't Marty he is a nutcase" he said panicking a bit. "Do as he says" Andreas said pushing Marty aside with some force sending him over a hay bale. Andreas rounded on Alex grabbing hold and dragging him over to another hay bale. Suddenly his training with Liam kicked in and shifting his body weight he flung Andreas over on to his back. Marty regained his footing and grabbed Alex's arm to get him out of the way but not before Andreas was back on his feet and struck Alex hard across the face sending him to the floor dazed and confused. Marty punched Andreas in the stomach hard winding him but Andreas was also trained to protect himself if required. His hand grabbed Marty by the throat delivering several punches whilst choking him. Alex rubbed his shoulder that was now hurting, dazed but coming to his senses he realised there was no way of beating Andreas. Seeing the commotion he grabbed his phone from his pocket and hit the emergency button and the response 'code sent' flashed on his screen. Alex stood shouting at Andreas to leave him alone then lunched himself at Andreas raining punches down on the sovereign prince until he let go of Marty's throat who collapsed to the ground half conscious gasping for air, blood seeping slowly from his nose and mouth. The alert on his phone freaked Liam out who jumped up, Nick looked at his phone that was sounding the alarm as well and punched in the code from the sending phone, the app opened pining the location of Alex, 'Barn' he shouted at Liam as two other protection officers came bursting through the lounge at speed. Alden was also hot on their trail. The palace went in to immediate lockdown and armed guards suddenly started appearing like magic at all entrances to the palace, inside the rounded the staff and guests up. The royal family located and moved to internal rooms since no one knew what the emergency was. The king, queen and dowager queen panicking not knowing where Alden and Alex were. Andreas grabbed Alex's by the throat, the force instantly cutting his air supply off then delivering several hard slaps across his face adding to his partly dazed state he was in. He could hear Andreas sniggering through the ringing in his ears and sharp stings, his body flung to the floor helpless to think straight. Andreas was on him in a flash aggressively twisting Alex's body over 'This time I get to enjoy you princess' he snarled slapping Alex hard several times on his head again. Marty managed to steady his breathing and tried standing up then saw the door to the barn burst open with Liam gunning straight for where Alex was pinned under Andreas. He had never seen them in protective mode before and the speed with frightening as Liam raced across, Andreas turned his head to look before he felt the foot of Liam making contact with his ribs sending him flying off Alex. Without even stopping Liam immediately picked Alex up and ran out of the barn back to the palace as armed guards appeared surrounding Andreas. Nick went straight over to check on Marty and called the two other protection officers to take him to the palace and get medical treatment. Andreas was getting to his feet holding his rib cage in pain 'Glad you made it in time' he said looking at Nick but soon realised that he was aiming at him, the punch knocked Andreas several feet back against a hay bale, Nick then grabbed him twisting his arm behind his back 'Get the fuck off of me' Andreas protested. Alden appeared at the barn door looking angrily at Andreas. "Alden, there has been a mistake here" Andreas said, "Tell them who I am!" he demanded. "Nick let go of him and wait outside" Alden said but Nick looked unsure at first, "2 minutes". Nick nodded and let go leaving the barn "You can't help yourself can you?" Alden said to Andreas. Andreas sauntered over to Alden despite the pain "What do you mean?" he asked holding his ribs. "You fucking know" Alden said looking even more angry, Andreas pushed Alden. Alden smirked at him "You will never touch my brother again!" he exclaimed. Nick stood there and could hear the grunts of a fist making contact with skin and bone, it was quick and Alden walked outside of the barn rubbing his fist. Alden walked back outside rubbing his fist claiming that Andreas had slipped over. Nick smirked and walked inside grabbing Andreas by one leg and dragging him like that all the way to the place ignoring the pleas and cried from the pain. Confusion reigned in the palace until Scott appeared telling them that Alex hit the panic alarm and is now safe with Alden. The alert was stood down with the king and queen were briefed quickly and they both walked in to the lounge looking for Alden and Alex. Liam entered in the kitchen and put Alex down in a chair just as his parents came rushing in, Liam explained everything he saw them this was Andreas's doing and he tried to sexually assault Alex. Alden appeared and rushed over to Alex to make sure he was okay. "Alden!" the king called, "They leave, now!" he said making it clear they were not welcome. Alden nodded "Saves me a job" he said, "I know don't shirk responsibilities" he added. Jackson appeared "Medical team are seeing to Marty now your majesty" he said walking over to Alex. "You alright your highness?" Jackson asked checking Alex over to make sure. "I am fine, a bruised ego more than anything" Alex said trying to laugh it off. The queen stood up "Do we have him arrested?" she asked looking her husband and son. "No it will cause to much publicity" Alden said with the his father agreeing. Francis appeared at the door "Can I help?" he asked as Nick appeared still dragging Andreas. "Take him and his sister to their rooms, get them packed" the king said angrily. "Francis and I will take them to their embassy" Nick offered and the king agreed. "Liam are you sober?" the king asked, "I am not judging you just answer me". "Now I am" Liam replied, "I am so sorry I shouldn't have let him out of my sight" he said. "Liam you are not expected to guard him in the palace" the king made clear. Liam nodded "A word with you outside if I may" the king said and they both left the room. "Sorry your majesty I really am" Liam apologised again looking completely distraught. "Forget it Liam, I assume you will look after Alex tonight?" the king asked. "Err..." Liam stumbled feeling completely embarrassed. The king looked sternly at him "You have my permission to do what is required" he said. Liam looked shocked "As you wish your majesty" he replied slightly confused now. "You are the only one I can trust to be with him" the king added making it clear. Liam bowed his head "Your trust is gratefully acknowledged" he replied. "What I am allowing is unorthodox, keep it discreet, and Liam don't ever hurt him!" the king added. Liam bowed and left the room slightly embarrassed and expecting more a dressing down from the king but as he explained in the security of the palace protection officers were not generally required. Alex watched from the bedroom window his body shaking with his nerves shot to pieces, Andreas was still hand cuffed getting in to the car with Nick and Francis. Hopefully this would be the last time he would ever see Andreas yet the sight of him still unleashed a wave of nausea, the brutalness of his attack on both Marty and himself resonated in his head. Liam walked up behind Alex gently wrapping his arms around him in comfort. "Come on you need some rest" he said kindly taking Alex to bed. Alex stopped "How is Marty?" he asked turning in his arms to face him. Liam kissed him on the head "He is okay the medics are looking after him down the hallway". "Okay, I guess you want to go see him" Liam said second guessing Alex who nodded. They walked in to the bedroom and Marty faintly smiled seeing Alex "Hey you" he croaked. Alex sat on the bed looking at him "I am sorry for getting you in this mess" he said. Marty looked at him "You didn't Alex, I am sorry I couldn't protect you adequately" he replied. Alex half smiled "You did pretty well Marty, I told you he was a nutcase". "Yeah" Marty croaked, "Did a right number on my throat nearly killing me" he joked. Alex wiped his eyes unable to stop them welling up "Thank you for protecting me" he said. Marty indicated for Alex to come closer "No one touches my property" he whispered. Alex sniggered "Who said I am your property" he whispered back. "You know you are!" Marty replied smiling at him. Marty reached over touching Alex's hand wincing slightly from the pain in his abdomen where he fell. Liam watched their interaction realising that that there was something more than sex between them, it was a genuine fondness for each other that friends have. Alex wiped his eyes again and stood then leant over and kissed Marty on the head 'I will come and see you in the morning' he said wishing him good night then turning to leave allowing the medic to administer some pain killers. They walked in silence back to the Liam's bedroom and he instantly took Alex in his arms hugging him.

I’ve had fantasies, DARK FANTASIES, for as long as I can remember. They have evolved over the years, from public sex at gloryholes (okay maybe that’s not dark) to more open public sex at parks, rough sex, rape and more. Recently, I’ve been reading Chem Sex stories and the thought of drugs, both consensual and forced, has intertwined into my fantasies. The problem is, they have always remained that, fantasy. I’ve been to scared to even verbalize them, let alone follow through on them, or even write/chat about online. Until now that is. A few weeks ago, I created a profile on NKP and thought that this would be a way to put my fantasies out and not be worried about them getting out of my control. I loved reading some of the more hardcore profiles and was sort of envious of the guys who could express, and possibly act on these impulses. I put in my profile that I was new to all this and had dark fantasies and put Ask Me for the drug use area. I put a couple of pics, one body, one ass, in the profile. Unsurprisingly, I received responses fairly quickly and got hard reading responses and looking at the profiles. One response stood out as it was not overly explicit, but more supportive and encouraging exploration. His picture was also nice, a good body and a pretty nice appearing fat cock. I responded back to him and said I’d love to chat more. We emailed back and forth, with me not realizing at first, as he moved me to talk more and more about what my fantasies encompassed. He never once made me feel ashamed or dirty about what I was writing, and also never pushed for us to hook up. However, I realize now, he was making me give up my control to him and was wearing me down for his chance to corrupt me. After several weeks, he began exploiting my fantasies and talking about moving them from make believe to real. We talked about my work and week schedule, what I would be doing and wear I would be. I told him that I had an appointment at the DMV to get a new driver’s license one morning before work. He started a chat about meeting me there and fucking me in the bathroom. I said, “Fuck that’d be hot, but not something I’m ready for.” He understood, saying, “Fantasy is great.” I didn’t hear from him for a couple days, until the night before my DMV appointment. We did some more hot chatting, him encouraging me to pump a load out while we did this and then to push it into my hole. I was so fucking turned on by this that I did it and when I told him I did, he responded, “that’s not the last load of cum going up your ass, boy.” I got up the next day, drove to the DMV and waited to be called up. I looked around the room, passing the time, and saw this hot guy sitting in front and to my right. He was wearing a t-shirt, ballcap and sweat pants that were a little tighter than most guys wear. I had to quickly turn away when he turned his head to the left. A couple of minutes later, he got up and walked across the room to a table. I watched every step, seeing a bulge in his crotch and the sweats tight on his ass. At the table, he stretched and his shirt pulled up, showing a line of hair that disappeared into his pants. He reached up his shirt, causing his stomach and more hair to show. He caught me staring, smirked at me and mouthed the word, “Faggot” at me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more humiliated, or turned on, then I was in that moment. My dick was hurting as I watched him walk back to his chair. When my number was called, I walked up to the counter, passing him, and heard him whisper, “Fag boy” and then chuckle. I tried keeping my attention on the clerk helping me but it was hard to focus. A couple of minutes later, I felt my chair get bumped, harder then if by accident, and looked up to see him walking past me to the other window. As he began talking to his clerk, I continued struggling with my own clerk. I listened to him talking about seeing his kid for his birthday later today and how he doesn’t get to see her much because of the kid’s mother. I got up to take my picture when I noticed a piece of paper next to my chair. When I got back to the chair, I reached down and picked it up, thinking maybe I had dropped. As I was leaning back up after picking the paper up, I saw him again looking and smirking. I unfolded the paper and was turned on by what I read. It simply said, “Bathroom faggot.” I looked back, but he was talking with his clerk, appearing to have disregarded me. After I paid for my license, I got up to leave and walked out of the room, trying to ignore the note. As I was walking out, I saw the restroom sign, with an arrow pointing down a hallway. I paused, willing myself to turn and walk out the building. The longer I stood there, the harder it was to choose to walk out the building. I felt my feet moving of their own accord as they turned me left and began walking down the hall toward the bathroom. I tried telling them to stop, but it did not work. I walked down the hall about 20 feet and entered the men’s room before I knew what was happening. I walked to the last stall, and entered. Not knowing why I did it, I turned to the stall door and dropped down on my knees. Some other part of my brain, the one that contained all the fantasies had seemingly taken control. Kneeling on the floor, I put my hands behind my back and leaned my head down to the floor. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and footsteps approaching the stall where I was kneeling. I heard a deep voice say, “That’s what I knew a faggot like you would do.” I lifted my eyes up and as my head began to lift, he told me to just look forward at his cock. I stopped at his dick, which was sticking out of his pants. It looked to be about 7” long hard, and about the size of a Red Bull around. He simply said, “Suck it faggot, that’s all your good for.” It turned me on hearing him insult and debase me and I leaned forward, opening my mouth and, for the first time, I gave into my fantasy of sex in a public bathroom. After having his cock head in my mouth for a few seconds, he grabbed the back of my head and yanked it toward his crotch, saying, “Hurry up faggot, I’m not here for a head job.” I felt him push at my throat and immediately started to choke. I also heard somewhere in my head, my voice yelling at me to stop this and get out of there. That voice was drowned out by the pain of him continuing to force himself into my throat as he forced my lips to his pubes and crotch. He laughed at the pain I was going through, the choking and the tears it was causing. “That’s where faggots like you belong, on your knees gagging on my straight cock.” He pulled out before slamming back in, pushing into my throat and repeating this several times. “Fuck yeah faggot, you’re starting to get better.” As the throat rape continued, I felt my throat loosen and the gag reflex subsiding. After a couple of minutes of this, with his cock jammed all the way in, he told me, “Stand the fuck up and lose the fucking pants.” I tried shaking my head to tell him “No” but his response cut directly through me, “Do it, or you’re going to regret it. Badly.” I tried pulling off his cock in order to stand up and he immediately grabbed the back of my head again, shoving it back down on his cock and said, “I told you to stand up, not get off my cock. Now get the fuck up before I have to hurt you.” Using my hands and feet for leverage, I was able to stand up without dislodging his cock. I reached down and was somehow successful in unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. “C’mon faggot,” he ordered as he grabbed my pants and began yanking them downward. I was able to get them down to my ankles and eventually kick them off. I felt his hand reach over to my ass and the sound of the slap and the pain from him slapping my ass were a shock I was not expecting and I seemed to take even more of his dick in. I felt him reach back with his left hand and pull my ass cheeks apart. I heard him spit and his right returned to my ass, rubbing the spit directly on my hole. Then, without any warning, I felt my hole get ripped open by one of his fingers as he jammed it in. I grunted in pain as I had not had anything up my ass in months (damn COVID). He fucked me with one finger, and then jammed in a second one. Without lube and having been so tight, my hole was in serious pain. After fucking me with two fingers for a minute or so, he ripped them out, putting an angle on them to pull my hole open upwards as he exited. The order was direct, “Turn around faggot and spread that ass for me.” For a second, I did not know what to do and he smacked me hard on the side of my head, “Now faggot.” I pulled off his cock, almost immediately missing the feeling in my stretched out throat. I turned around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. “Nice fag pussy. But it’s going to be even nicer when I’m done with you.” I heard him hocking his throat and then spitting directly onto my hole. I then felt his fingers jam back in and a second later, I felt a burn beginning in my ass. I immediately knew, from reading all the chem sex stories. He had just shoved a shard of meth up my ass. I immediately said, “No, please take it out.” He laughed and said, “Too late for that,” and as he said that, the first wave of meth hit my brain and I began to feel the impact. My hole began to open up and the craving for more in my ass began. I pushed back on his fingers, reaching the base of them. He laughed, “There it is. The faggot is awake.” He yanked his fingers out and said, “I think you need a little more help.” This time I felt three fingers jam in and a new, and more intense burning begin. I immediately groaned, in pleasure and pain from the burn, but again shoved my ass down to the base of his fingers. Before I could stop myself, I begged him, “Fuck me, please. Shove your dick in me. Please, I need you to fuck…rape my faggot pussy hard.” I heard that laugh again as he yanked his fingers out again. I felt a cool liquid drop on my hole and pushed back to try and get to his cock. He put his hand on my back and stopped me, saying, “You should be more careful what you ask for.” I felt his cock head on my hole and before I could even think about being ready, he slammed through my hole and ran all the way in, balls deep, on the first thrust. The pain was immense and I screamed out in response. However, the darkness again took over as I groaned, “Oh god, yes, fuck me, rape me.” He pulled all the way out and then slammed back in, doing this over and over again until he told me, “Your pussy is wide open, begging me for my dick.” He slammed back in and I grunted in pleasure as he then proceeded to give what I begged for, a brutal rape fuck slamming into me over and over again, not caring what he was doing to me. I felt myself slamming back on him as he slammed into me, feeling him hit my prostate every time. This fuck did not last long and he warned me, “I’m gonna cum faggot, I’m gonna shoot my dirty load in you.” I barely made out the word “Dirty” but didn’t care. I begged, “Please, shoot your load in me, knock my cunt up, give it to me.” After several more hard and deep thrusts, he slammed in one last time as he said, “Here it is faggot,” as I felt him start to spasm as he pumped his load deep in my ass. I kept begging him, “Give it to me. Load me up.” After several spasms, he grunted as he finished, “Fucking faggot, that’s a big strong load of cum up your ass. Thank me for letting you have it.” “Thank you for giving me your load Sir, I needed it.” He slowly pulled out, telling me to squeeze my cunt so I didn’t drop any of his cum. I did the best I could, but could feel some cum slide out. I heard rustling and he handed me my phone, showing a picture of my stretched open hole with cum dripping out. I could only respond, “Oh fuck,” as he said, “You’ll probably enjoy the video too.” I scrolled back and started the video, which began with a very visible shot of the shard he shoved in me. “I used my phone and shared the video with yours. You’re going to enjoy the responses that this video gets.” I tried to fight my brain back into control, but the meth was too much in control. I begged him to fuck me more, but he laughed and said, “I will but not now. I think the next guy can help you out.” I heard, as if on cue, the bathroom door open and footsteps approach. A part of me fought to stand back up and try to prevent being seen. However, the voice inside my head, and the order I was given, “Don’t you fucking move,” kept me under control. I heard a new voice say, “There’s the faggot I knew you were.” This didn’t make any sense at first until the first guy said, “Thanks for letting me break him open. He’s a good little fag fuck. Especially with the two shards I gave him.” The second guy laughed and said, “He’s been fucking waiting for this day. I’ve spent too much time breaking his mind down. Now it’s time to break that ass open, more than he’s begged for. SO MUCH MORE.” To be continued, if you want

This is based on a true story and it happened just about 4 years ago. I had been fairly new to the scene had probably fooled around with about 6 guys mostly giving and receiving oral and had been fucked once. I was on this hookup site and had been talking with this guy for a couple days trying to get a feel for him as he was for me. He asked me what I was into and what I wasn't. I told him that I was fairly new to the scene and had probably fooled around with about a half of a dozen men mostly giving and receiving oral and had been fucked once. Some of the things I would like to try is some ass play more on receiving and maybe some toys but til I have more experience getting fucked. He told me that he was versatile(more a versatile bottom) and how he likes to get fucked and have toys used on him(he had sent me some pictures of the toys he had) and that he had a lot of toys and most of them were very big and thick. He also said that he had a playroom that had a sling,a fuck bench and some other things. He asked if I ever PNP. I asked him what did he mean(never heard or did T) he said some guy like to PNP with T because they are more wild and like feeling that warm rushing feeling. I said I don't think that I could do anything like that(for personal reasons.) He seemed ok with it. We decided to meet up that following weekend at his place. He had informed me that he had a couple roommates but that they probably would be out for the night. I had gotten there on a Friday night around 8 and we started talking. His name was Chris he was about 5'10 160 lbs with short brown hair and eyes and he had a goatee and about 55 years old. He was in good shape and from what I could make out from the sweat pants he had on he was more than average size(and cut.) While talking he asked if I wanted anything to drink so I said sure he went to the cabinet and grabbed 2 glasses as he did I noticed him looking in the glasses( figured he was making sure that they were clean,come to find out the glass he gave me had G in it.) He handed me my glass and I took a big gulp as I was thirsty. We talked some more I had finished the glass he gave me and I had asked if I could use the bathroom and he pointed me towards the bathroom when I had come back out the glass was full again and he said grab your drink and let me show you the playroom. As we were walking to the playroom I was taking sips from the glass and I started to feel funny(but in a good way) I felt a little light headed and really horny but I didn't think it was from the drink he gave me because I had watched him pour the juice in it. And he seemed perfectly normal so it couldn't be the juice. When we got to the playroom I was starting to feel really hot and asked if it was ok to take my shirt off he looked at me and asked if I was feeling ok and I said yeah I just started to feel really hot and he said ok as he was showing me around the room I couldn't help looking back to the sling(it was a nice size one and it had straps on all 4 chains that held the sling up that was hanging in the middle of the room and the fuck bench looked very comfortable as the padding on it was thick( just by feeling it) he noticed that I kept looking over at the sling and he said you like that. For the first time I went to say yes but it sounded like I started to slur my words and I was feeling really light headed and more horny than I had ever felt. He said you sure your ok you don't look good. I said I just feel a little light head and he said why don't you get in the sling here I will help you. As he helped me into the sling and I laid back he took my left wrist and put in the strap that was behind me and tightened it up and did the same to the right wrist but I didn't notice it at first as I was still feeling light headed and I wasn't really paying attention to him until he started to remove my pants as I went to stop him that's when I realized that he had strapped my wrist up and he continued to remove my pants and boxers off then he took my left leg and pulled it back til he thought it was in the right place and then did the same to my right leg as he put the straps on my ankles. After he was done I could feel that my ass was slightly lifted up and off the sling. I asked him what is he doing and he said that he had plans for me and that he wasn't a versatile bottom and that he likes to make guys think that he is and once he gets guys here he likes to get them high(he had told me the reason I feel the way I do is because he had put some G in my drink) and likes to have other guys come and use the guy he invited over. He said when he saw and read my profile that he waited to message me til he was sure that he could get a few guys he knew would be interested in using me. Then he said he had placed something on another site he belonged to and said that he would be hosting a new guy who wants to be used and that he likes big cocks and toys. He said that he was surprised by all the guys who were interested and most suggested that it would be even hotter that if the guy was feeling wild and piggy as he walked over to the table and opened up a black bag that was on the table and pulled out a bag that had something that was clear and crystal like and crushed it up and then he pulled out a needle and put some of that clear crystal like substance in the needle and then he put some water in it. After he shook it up for a minute or 2 and then he grabbed what I knew was a tourniquet and put it around my arm and tightened it up and just before he put the needle in my vein he said this should be good to start with as I noticed that he had about a .4 and once he saw the blood he said away we go as I watched him push the plunger down and just before he finished pushing what was in the needle I started to cough and this feeling I never experienced before started to take over my body. I felt this warm rushing feeling run threw my entire body and it felt like my asshole was on fire I literally could feel it pulsing and throbbing. He pulled the needle out and said how you feeling as he stood where my ass was and said you must be feeling good as I felt him start to rub my pulsing and throbbing hole and I couldn't stop him if I wanted to as my wrist were still strapped up. Then he went to his bag again and pulled out another needle but this one didn't have a needle on it and he filled it half way what I thought was water(but it was more G) then he put a little bit of lube on and in my hole as he stuck the needleless needle in my hole and I could feel my hole start to burn a little bit and he said it will only last a minute or 2 but It will make me feel really good I had already started to feel good from the slam he gave me but once that g started to kick in my only thought was to have my hole played with or fucked really good. He said that his friends will be here soon and that he had to go get ready as well then he walked behind me and put a blindfold on me and then he unstrapped one of my wrist and said you will need this it's a bottle of poppers. I was thinking why would I need poppers he said that he will be back soon. I heard him moving around and then I felt something wet in around my hole and whatever it was he made sure that there was plenty and then I heard the door open but right before he shut the door I heard this noise and felt something pushing against my hole as he said enjoy it and shut the door I couldn't believe he had not just left me like this and to top it all off he had lied to me and now I am so high and horny and I can't get away. Even though he unstrapped one of my wrist I couldn't reach my other wrist or my ankles to unstrapped them. And then whatever was pushed up against my hole had slowly starting to open and stretch my hole I took a hit from the poppers and I could feel my muscles in my hole start to relax and then whatever was going in my hole drew back. I put the poppers on my chest and took the blindfold off and when I looked down between my legs that were still pulled back I saw this big and thick dildo(one that I definitely was not use to playing with) and it was attached to a fucking machine and it started to push back in my hole as I started to moan then I heard the motor start to get a little louder as the machine seemed to go a little faster. This continued for about 15-20 minutes and I was so high and horny and the dildo was now going faster and deeper that unconsciously I started to move my hips back and forth meeting each fasting thrust and then my hips started to move up and down as well as back and forth, I never felt my hole being opened and stretched like that I was so into getting fucked by this big and thick dildo that was not only opening and stretching my hole up but now it's going in and out of my hole that I didn't even hear Chris come back into the room til he started talking and when I looked I saw him standing behind the fucking machine looking at my hole getting fucked fast and deep he said well it looks like your ready for the real thing as he stopped the machine moved it away and walked to the table opened the baggie up and pulled something out of it walked back to me and started to push 2 fingers in my hole and I felt some burning as his fingers slid out then he said my 3 friends should be here soon and they want you primed up and ready to get your holes used More to come soon

Time for some tough love. Of course the decision is yours but are you a man or a mouse? There are selfish assholes out there who would take advantage of a rube. You don’t have to be a victim. As for stealthers that’s fairly rare. Have you noticed how many chasers on here are looking for gifters and can’t find them? Full blown aids tops are not that easy to find and they are not all trying poz ignorant bottoms. Statistically speaking you are unlikely to get HIV with a few precautions. Do your research. If you are smart I’d say you can be 100% safe and still get boned. This site can skew your perspective because many of us are cock hungry cumdumps who let the little head do all the thinking. I know the risks of barebacking and I accept that. You don’t have to go that route. Get out there, meet some men, get to know the ones that turn your crank. Seems like trust is your issue so find a man you trust and be honest with him about your fears and your needs. Once you find ‘the one’ get tested together, maybe go on Prep, buy some condoms and get what you need. What I am saying is be in control of your sex life. Create a situation you are comfortable in and get some cock dude. Life is short and nights can be long so make hay while the sun shines.

So right. Some things need to remain fantasy. That is what is great about this site. Guys who can’t bring themselves to take that step into barebacking can indulge and live vicariously. Finding what is right for you is the most important thing. I found out early I don’t want to live without raw cock and the taste of cum. I am lucky that way. I really feel for guys who struggle with these issues. It’s one struggle I don’t have to wrestle with.

Just left one of the local adult arcades. Got there and went straight for one of the booths with a sizable glory hole. I stripped completely naked, lubed my hole, put my cock ring on generously lubed my cock and balls and spread my cheeks and pressed my open hole up to the glory hole. Within seconds I heard the booth next to mine open and then lock. I quickly grabbed my poppers and began filling my nose with the magic hole opening aroma. I love this moment right before I feel the anonymous raw cock enter my hole. Good size, thick. He pushes instantly till I feel his balls resting against my hole. He begins to pound and I involuntarily grunt and whimper as he destroys my hungry ass. He lasts maybe 10 minutes never slowing. I feel his hot jizz paint my guts. He pulls out with a large plop of cum hits the floor. He’s not gone 30 seconds when I hear the next stud cock shut and lock the door. Round 2!!!

Scorpion man moved so fast he was on the bed, between my legs and raw cock up my fuck shoot before I knew what was happening. I used all my strength to push him away and quickly pulled my ass off his naked cock cowering at the top of the bed. He just smiled at me, "What's wrong you god damn whore? I can fuckin see and feel your fuck shoot is loaded with the best fuckin lube. Let me fuckin add mine. " "No way man. I got enough diseased cum for one night. " I replied. "Fuckin A man! Good for you hoe! You took his fuckin poz load. Your sorry ass sure as fuckin hell needs mine to make sure you are good and fucked up. You were neg weren't you cock sucker." He was not angry. His vocabulary was just spiced liberally with þcurses. "I'm negative. He didn't poz me. Or at least he didn't admit to that. He told me he was ripe with syphilis. Dumped his sick load in me." He was very excited, "Fuckin evil syphilis! That's fuckin great! Don't tell me this is your first fuckin case!" "Dah, yeah!" I grunted. "Fuckin A man! It's a god damn gay right of passage! Jesus fuckin Christ, let me suck that fuckin boner faggot." I really hadn't noticed 'til those words were out of his filthy mouth; but, he was right, I had a raging hardon and with no response from me his hot lips sucked it in. He was very talented with his oral skills and I quickly started letting down my guard. I decided this level of sexual engagement was safe enough to meet my risk reduction standards. As I began to recline he got better access to more of my stiff shaft. We both shifted so I was flat on my back and he really went to town deep throating my entire rod. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my hands instinctively began controlling his head. There was not an ounce of resistance to the facefuck I was giving him. Not even when I held him down with the hair of my balls firmly planted on his chin. When I finally let him up for air his eyes twinkled. Before I could push again he dived back on. I could feel his tonsils messaging my turgid head. I knew I was close. He whipped off of me urging, "Don't fuckin cum, don't fuckin shoot dick tard." I was afraid it might be too late but with some deep breaths the urge passed. He seemed to be finely tuned to my energy and returned to his oral ministrations. This time gobbling in my hairy balls, one then the other and eventually both. Quickly I was moaning my pleasure and his tongue sought out my taint, eventually snaking into my cummy hole. The more he rimmed and tongue lashed my hole the hornier I got. The words were out of my mouth before there meaning registered in my brain, "Fuuuuuuccck meeee!" In a flash he shifted position and had his luscious raw cock in my vulnerable hole. Again I tried to push him off as I cried, "No, no, get out!" "You fuckin cock tease faggot hole. You fuckin screamed, Fuck me!" "No. No. Yes! I .. I think ... I meant fuck me with your tongue. " He persistently pushed deeper inside me. My ever hardening cock, moans, and lack of real resistance betrayed me. He took a firm grasp of my erection, "Fuckin faggot! Tell me you're not fuckin loving skin on fuckin skin with my god damn poz pistol." "Yes. Yes" I moaned. "I love it but you've got to stop." My words were one thing, my body continued to send a totally contradictory message. Not only had I stopped pushing him away my ass was literally sucking in as much of his naked fuck tool as it could manage. Why was I pushing onto his dangerous pole? When he shifted position while so deeply inside me his cock head began to tap my prostate. The tapping escalated to pounding and I instinctively grabbed my engorged dick just in time to flood my face with the biggest load from the most intense orgasm of my life. "Argh! Awww! Fuckin Jeessuus key-riset! Poozzing yo assss ho! You god damn fuckin poz cum magnet! That was what you fuckin wanted from the moment you saw my fuckin tattoo you piece of shit! Say fuckin thank you!" "Fuckin thank you." What did I just say? "That's what I fuckin thought you fuckin pig. You're on fuckin PreP aren't you slut? You fuckin coward!" "That's the problem, I'm not..." And then I noticed the door was wide open. My syphilis donor was standing squarely with a group of guys huddled behind him. How long had they been there? How much had they seen? How much had they heard?

On my way home one night, i had been jogging at the high school track to try and burn off stress and energy, i was driving slowly through my neighborhood in Philly with the windows down cooling off as i drove. I saw a sexy pair of legs in high heels attached to a fine looking ass. She was walking on one side of the street, strutting like the hookers on Broad street. I slowed down and drank in her sexy ebony body and she suddenly stumbled. I stopped my car. I dont know why i got out to see if she was ok, but i did. “Are you ok?” As i bent over her to help her up. She looked up at me with her pretty green eyes and smiled, “yes baby, im ok. Just a little buzzed from a party.” Let me help you up i said as i averted my eyes from hers, and as i grabbed her hands my eyes went to the top of her legs. She had perfect legs and as i helped her up her skirt jacked up even higher and i wasnt sure what i saw in a quick flash. “Whats your name sexy man?” She said. Bobby i said. “Can you give me a ride home? I thought i could walk home from the party but after that I shouldn’t.” Her eyes drank me in, her hands still held mine and as she teetered over me in her stilletos, her essence washed over me. Her breath smelled like booze and cigarettes and she was close enough to stick her tongue out and lick my forehead. “I’d love to give you a ride, what your name baby?” Chen-Chen she said in a sexy kind of growl. I walked her to the car, opened the door for her and before she got in she touched my cheek and said, “ i love sexy gentlemen who know how to treat a lady”. And she sat down and swung one leg at a time in the car, giving me a glimpse way up her thigh. I thought i saw a cock swing into my car before the second leg and as i shut the door her eyes met mine and then she saw that i was hard in my running shorts. i got in, and asked her “where to baby?” Chen-Chen said she lived near the train station. So i put the car in gear as she leaned over and changed the radio to a jazz channel. She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out of her nose as she scooted across the seat to put her hand on my hard on. “Ooooh Bobby baby what do you got for Chen-Chen?” She rubbed and i moved to give her more access. We stopped at a stop sign and she pulled my dick out and as she blew smoke out of her nose she kissed me. She smiled and said “drive honey”, then she dropped her head to my cock and started licking and sucking. She worked my cock and balls and at another stop sign she pulled my shorts off. I moaned loudly as she sucked my balls into her mouth and she squeezed my dick in her hand. She moaned back and said she loved sweaty balls and ass like mine. She dove deeper and lifted my ass off the seat ass her tongue dug into my ass. I moaned and writhed. I pulled over by the train station when she stuck a finger into my ass. She sensed we had stopped and looked up. She sat up and squeezed my hardon and told me where to go as she slowly jacked me. She directed me into an alley and we parked by a dumpster and a fence. I turned the car off and she pulled my head down to her lap and then i sucked that beautiful brown dick into my mouth. She leaned back against her door and put her legs on my shoulders and as she stroked my hair she encouraged and directed me as i devoured her cock and balls. She arched her back and her slick hole met my tongue. “Eat Me baby!, get my pussy ready for that big dick of yours”. Her hole was wet and smelled like cum, her cheeks were sticky and i was in heaven! I could hear her mumbling and mewing from between her thighs and then she pulled me up, turned around and said “FUCK ME BOBBY”!!! She slammed back onto my cock and i fucked her as hard as i could. I grabbed her hips and pounded her hole for all i was worth. She moaned and moaned and bucked and squeezed and finally i burst and came with a primal yell! My dick was pumping on every heartbeat, my eyes saw stars, and i collapsed and her back in a sweaty grinding moaning being. Her ass was milking me and after what seemed like an hour my cock plopped out like a champagne cork. Chen-Chen leaned back and sat in my lap and reached an arm around and pulled me in for a kiss. My hands began to roam her body, i pinched her nipples and one hand stroked her wet sticky cock. When she broke the kiss she purred, “Damn Bobby! I need some more of that!” I mumbled sure and she said let’s continue this at my place around the corner. As i pulled away and we headed in that direction she lit a cigarette and as i slowed under a streetlight she scooped some cum from under her package and raised her fingers to my mouth to lick….

I recently took a new job and while the company is located in my current city, the office is located on the far other side of town. There is no easy (or quick) way to get from my old apartment to the new company, and so I moved to a shiny new apartment after Thanksgiving. The move puts me an easy walk from the office, but it had the side benefit of putting me within walking (or stumbling, depending on how much alcohol I've had!) distance of one of the city's best-known all-male 'fitness' clubs. While I had certainly heard about this place, its distance from my old apartment made it impractical for me to visit. Besides, there was a bookstore with booths and an adult movie theater near my old pad, and I used to frequent those. I had lots of luck there, too. On a typical Friday or Saturday night, I could count on going home with at least two and usually five or six loads in my hole. In all the years I've visited those places, I've never really cared about my HIV status, but I got tested two or three times a year and was always surprised when the results came back negative. You see, I'm a total cumdump slut. I prefer my encounters to be anonymous and raw, and once a cock is in my ass it isn't allowed to pull out until it has filled me with its load. I was always satisfied with my visits to the spots close to my old apartment, but I had heard the stories of the club near my new place. Tales ran rampant of guys leaving there with 20 or 30 loads in a single night, of bottoms spending hours in slings with lines of tops waiting their turns to use them, and of huge bareback orgies that lasted all night. I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't wondered about this place. I'd be an even bigger liar if I said that it wasn't one of the reasons I selected my new building when I moved! So, first chance I got, I went to check it out. My first visit was on a Friday night in early December, about a week and a half after I moved to the area. I was determined to get unpacked and settled in my new apartment first, so I could throw myself headlong into trying out what I hoped would be my new nightly haunt. I walked the quick 10 minutes to the club, and as I turned the final corner I was shocked to see a huge line waiting outside the door. It was only 10:00 pm! There must have been fifty or sixty guys waiting to get in, of all different ages and races and builds. My hole twitched involuntarily at the thought of this testosterone smorgasbord, but I couldn't help but wonder if I would get in. Two huge attendants in muscle shirts stood outside, patting down each customer before letting them through the doors. They weren't turning anyone away or making people wait, so I assumed the club must not have been at capacity and eagerly got in line. There was a couple in front of me in line, both average built guys in their early 30s. One had his hand discreetly down the front of his partner's pants, and I could see the movement of his hand gently stroking up and down. They smiled at me and we struck up a conversation. "I'm new here, haven't been before," I said. "Is it always this busy?" "Not always," said the guy stroking his partner's cock. "It gets busy, especially on weekends, but December is a special month." "Oh?" I asked. His partner chuckled. "You'll see," he said, a knowing grin on his face. The two of them turned to face the front of the line and he slid his hand down the back of his partner's jeans. Mercifully, the wait was not long. I got to the door and one of the attendants patted me down. Feeling the bulge of my little brown bottle in my pants pocket, he stopped and pointed. "Take that out," he ordered." I complied, and satisfied at what he saw, he motioned me through the door. The inside of the club was exactly as I expected. It was dark, the walls painted black. A rope of blue neon circled the room just below the ceiling, and black lights mounted in the recessed ceiling fixtures made the whites and fluorescents worn by some of the customers stand out. Loud music thumped in my ears as I proceeded to the desk, where a slender, hairless twink in a thong addressed me. "Here for the evening?" I nodded. "Locker or room?" I opted for a room, paid, and received the key. As I made my way to the third floor, I passed dozens and dozens of men, all milling about in a frenzy of color and dark under the black lights. My room was located down a narrow, dimly-lit hallway. Several of the other room doors were open as I walked past. A few were empty, and in others there were men sitting around, talking. It felt odd. Only in one room did I see any action going on. An older, chubby guy was ass up on the bed, with two younger guys spit-roasting him. The top who was fucking him gave his ass a mighty slap, so hard that I heard the smack over the constant beat of the music. He didn't skip a beat - the old man kept sucking the other guy while the top continued to pound his ass. Reaching my room, I unlocked the door and went inside. I shut the door long enough to strip down and hide my belongings in the combination-controlled drawer in the nightstand. Then I opened the door, took a big huff from my brown bottle, and climbed onto the bed on all fours with my ass facing the door. I was determined to make the most of this visit, and hoped that a passerby would be attracted inside by my pink fuckhole. Not two minutes had elapsed before I felt a hand softly caressing my ass. A finger found my hole and slipped easily inside. This was it, I thought, and I steeled myself for what I hoped would be a rough anonymous fuck. But instead, a face appeared in front of mine - the bottom from the couple who had been in front of me in line. "Hi there!" he shouted over the music. "Mark loves your hole. Normally he'd fuck you while I watch, but there's something downstairs you're not going to want to miss!" Intrigued, I stood up. Both he and Mark were naked. I could see now that Mark had a gorgeous 7-inch soft cock dangling between his legs. My hole twitched again as I thought of that cock pressing its way deep into my guts. But before the fantasy could go any further, his partner spoke again. "I'm Mark," shouted Mark's partner with a smile. "We're 'the Marks'." "Hi!" I shouted over the music. "I'm Jay." "Come with us!" Mark yelled, and the other Mark motioned us out the door. We walked back the way I had come, down the hallway and back down the stairs to the main floor. The three of us were naked, and I could see we were not alone. Most of the guys there had shed their clothes. I was surrounded by all manner of manmeat, from the short and thick to the long and slender. White cocks, Black cocks, Hispanic cocks. Some shaved clean and some almost lost in the pubes that surrounded them. A cornucopia of cum. And I wanted it all. Bottom Mark grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, chasing after Top Mark. We turned a corner into a large, open room, and I stopped and stared in amazement. A man dressed like Santa Claus sat on an elevated chair in the middle of the room. Some men sat on the steps at his feet, others crowded around him. Still more lined the walls. Almost all were naked. I grabbed Bottom Mark's arm. "Who is that?" I asked. Mark grinned. "That," he said, "is Santa Poz. You're going to want to meet him." "Santa -?" I stammered. Mark simply nodded in reply, a mischievous grin on his face. "Come on, I'll introduce you!" Not sure what to make of the scene, I followed Mark through the crowd toward this man on his throne. He was naked from the neck down save for his big, black boots. His long white beard rested on a solid daddy belly. Top Mark stood next to him, bent over and saying something in his ear. Santa Poz nodded and Mark scanned the crowd, found Bottom Mark and me, and motioned us over. Nervous but curious, I followed Bottom Mark over to where this man was sitting. "He's known as Santa Poz because he has a 100% hit rate. If he gifts you, it takes. Every Thanksgiving he goes off his meds and lets his viral count climb. By December first, he's ready. He gifts one bottom a day through Christmas Eve. Twenty-four guys a year." As we drew closer, I saw a huge slab of man meat protruding from his lap. No wonder he had so much success! He probably tore apart every hole he fucked. I kind of wanted to see what it felt like to have suck a massive member buried in my guts. Top Mark leaned back over to speak to Santa Poz, motioning to me. "This is Jay!" he shouted. Santa gave me a silent nod of acknowledgement, then motioned for me to turn around. I slowly pivoted 360 degrees, letting him ogle my body, and returned to face him. He smiled, then stood and raised his arms, motioning for everyone to be quiet. His cock hung two thirds of the way down his thigh. It was at least 10 inches soft, and almost as thick as my forearm. It was framed by two huge, hairless balls. The music stopped and the crowd parted. A king-size sleigh bed appeared in the doorway, pushed by the two Marks who had somehow slipped out of my sight as I was modeling for Santa. Casters were mounted to the underside of the bed frame, and they rolled it through the crowd and stopped in front of the throne. Then Santa spoke. "Friends," he began, "you all know why we're here. Each night in December, I offer one man the opportunity to join the poz brotherhood." Wait, WHAT? My mind started spinning. Surely he didn't mean me! Yet he pointed to me. "I have selected this man to receive my gift, should he wish to receive it." I was reeling now. Was this happening spontaneously, or had the Marks singled me out in line? Did I fit a particular type that this Santa Poz preferred? What the hell was I doing?!?!?! I had resigned myself long ago to the idea that I would eventually become poz, but this was so explicit, so in-your-face, that I simultaneously felt titillated and repulsed. I couldn't think clearly. I wanted that cock to split me open, to tear my asshole and leave me a gaping, cum-dripping puddle of sweat in the middle of that bed. But I had never - in all my years of taking raw, anonymous cock - ever knowingly taken a poz load. Could I? I felt every eye in the room on me. Everyone watched and waited for my response. I looked at the two Marks, then at Santa Poz, and that huge slab of man meat hanging between his legs. I was torn, I was confused. And then my body began moving toward the bed, as if I were being guided by an invisible hand. Was this really happening? Was I about to go through with this? I climbed on the bed. The crowd cheered and applauded. The two Marks were grinning wildly. Santa Poz had a look of contentment on his face. "Let us prepare this man to receive my gift!" he cried, and the cheers and applause grew louder. Once on the bed, I assumed the ass-up position, offering my hole to this man with the huge cock and the balls full of toxic cum. Top Mark approached with a bottle of lube that had a nozzle screwed on in place of a cap. Inserting the nozzle into my hole, he proceeded to empty the contents of the bottle into my rectum. Next, Bottom Mark picked up a rather large plug from under Santa Poz's throne. He came to the other side of the bed and set it down next to me. Each of them then produced a small brown bottle and simultaneously held one under each of my nostrils. I inhaled until I couldn't inhale any longer. My head swam from the effects, but I exhaled and took another hit anyway. At that point I felt pressure on my hole, and assumed that Bottom Mark was inserting the plug. I glanced back, only to see the plug still on the bed beside me. Was this Santa Poz? No, he still sat on his throne, watching these men prepare me for him. I felt a searing pain in my hole and knew what the pressure was. A brush. They were scratching up my insides to make sure his gift took. Bottom Mark offered me a brown bottle again and I inhaled mightily as Top Mark began to work the brush in and out. My hands gripped the bed sheet as I endured this onslaught. After just a few moments, he was done, and Top Mark removed the brush from my hole. He held it up to show the crowd, and they cheered. Then he placed it within my view, and I saw that it was a standard-looking bathroom brush, about four inches across. The normally white bristles were red with my blood. Lube dripped from it as he placed it on the floor beside the bed. The crowd began to chant. "Santa Poz! Santa Poz!" The brown bottles appeared under my nose again, and I took two more long deep breaths. My head was swimming and my poor scratched up hole was throbbing, and I hadn't even gotten to the main event. Bottom Mark inserted the plug next. It felt larger than it appeared, and my hole spasmed a bit around its girth. He slowly worked it out, then slid it back in until my sphincter slammed shut on the base. Over and over he continued, until my hole had loosened to the point where he could move the plug in and out with ease. Then the crowd went quiet. Another hit on the brown bottles, and I felt the pressure of another body on the mattress. He pushed my ass down so I was laying on my stomach, my legs together as he straddled them. This was the first time I noticed that despite all the poppers, my cock was rock-hard. I felt the wetness of my precum on my stomach as I pressed into the mattress. "Spread your ass," Santa Poz ordered me, and I complied. I heard the click of a lube bottle, then a few drops dripped onto my ass as he slathered his giant shaft. Then it was time. He shifted on the bed to line up, and positioned that massive missile over my already-abused hole. I was breathless in anticipation. He was gentle at first, working the head of his cock into my ass. I opened easily and my hole greedily consumed it. He rested like that for a moment, gently rocking on his knees with just the tip of his shaft inside me. Then without warning, he plunged balls-deep into my tight, sore ass. Every last inch was suddenly and unexpectedly inside me. I screamed in pain. I writhed in pain. I tried futilely to get away from the burning, searing torture he had brought upon me. The two Marks held me in place as Santa Poz leaned forward and placed a hand on each of my shoulders, pressing me into the bed. With that, he began to work his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out and stretching my hole like it had never been stretched. Once he had me held in place, the two Marks brought the brown bottles back to my nostrils, and after a few more whiffs I was able to begin relaxing. The fucking was relentless. This man's cock was easily 13 inches long and eight or nine inches around. It filled me like I have never been filled before or since. The head of his cock may have bounced off my diaphragm for all I know. I could neither think nor speak with that monstrosity inside me, and I was only vaguely aware that the crowd now surrounded the bed, watching and cheering and yelling as I submitted to my fate. A few times, he backed almost the entire way out before slamming balls-deep again, and for a brief moment each time, everything went dark. Finally, Santa Poz leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "It's time for your Christmas gift." I was surprised to find that I was sad this amazingly intense experience was coming to an end, and that I was oddly excited for the outcome. Almost automatically, I replied, "I want your poz gift, Santa. Please give me my gift!" A few more mighty thrusts, and he froze. His hips bucked as he pumped his toxic seed deep inside me. When he finished, he collapsed on my back, panting. The crowd cheered. It was all so surreal to think that I was now almost certainly poz. But somewhere in my clouded mind there came a sense of relief that it was done, that I knew it was done. The waiting was over. Santa Poz finally got up, his now flaccid but still huge cock sliding slowly out of me. I felt a sudden sense of disappointment; my hole felt oddly and sadly empty after having been so full. He walked to the head of the bed to show me his cock. It was covered in lube and cum and yes, my blood as well. I leaned forward and took what I could into my mouth, then ran my tongue back and forth along his shaft, cleaning it off as best I could. I savored the taste of his fluids and mine mixed together with the sweetness of the lube. As I slowly regained my composure, Bottom Mark appeared again, this time with an even bigger plug than before. "Keep this in for the rest of the night," he advised, as he worked it into my gaping hole. I suddenly felt full again. He helped me to my feet and then he and Top Mark escorted me back to my room. I thought briefly about offering to blow them both in thanks for the evening, but I was exhausted. I got dressed, and they walked me out of the club and put me into a cab for the short ride home. I vaguely remember some of the club patrons coming up to me as we exited, congratulating me and telling me how hot it was to watch me get pozzed. By the time I got home it was nearing 4:00 am. I stumbled into my apartment and collapsed on my bed, where I had a deep and dreamless sleep until 2:00 the next afternoon. When I awoke, the plug was still inside me from last night and my hole had started to tighten up again, so it took some effort to get it out. When it emerged with a "pop!," a puddle of cum and lube and blood gushed out of my hole and onto the bathroom floor. I cleaned up the mess and then, assuming they had meant for me to keep it as a souvenir, I washed off the plug and placed it in my nightstand. Then a long, hot shower and a cup of coffee to wake me up. I looked at the clock; it was almost 5:00. Time to grab some food and get ready to go back to the club. "I wonder who will receive Santa's gift tonight?" I thought to myself. One thing was for certain: I would not miss being in the audience to watch tonight! It's been two and a half months since I met Santa Poz, and I got the call today. His success rate remains steady at 100%.

This. As you note: "...firm age markers are not always helpful." But a society built on written laws has to do this none the less, and it makes sense to me that laws that protect children should "...err on the side of zero tolerance for adult advances toward young people." When i consider which would be more harmful, a kid who didn't have sex with and adult and may have liked or wanted it, or a kid who did have sex with an adult and it traumatized him/her, it's clear to me that the latter group is who the laws should be written for. i'm very grateful for this community. As in any community, there are going to be those who don't promote the general welfare, but reading some of responses here makes me proud to be a member here. There are some beautifully thoughtful, vulnerable, real contributions on this site, and to me they are gold. There may be dross mixed in, but that doesn't make the gold only less gold. Hopefully discussions like this can help burn out some of that dross.

If you are scared of sex either covered or bare you need to sort out what the real problem is.

Well it took some reading and checking everything but I finally went to the help section and by golly the first question and the answers got me all squared away. So, now I just have to get more involved in ... well ... everything!

Never the p-word nor the c-word. Keep it masculine.

Just finished fucking my 32yo banker neighbor. He looks like a finance bro. Brunette, Caucasian, fit, patchy chest hair. I beat that ass up so hard my knees are sore lol

@blackrobe - While your analysis above likely has some merit, your discussion assumes that the narratives being related, and reacted to, all have their origin in the lived experience of the tellers, who are sharing their true stories so as to help others as well as themselves contextualize the experience. But this overlooks the fact that some of the material we see is outright fiction, posted by its originators for no more purpose than base titillation and a taste for what they consider deviant behavior. They do not post out of an understanding of such an experience, and certainly not with any consideration or sensitivity to the potential impact their salacious pseudo-testimonials might have on other members here who have actually had to contend with the real thing. The difficulty lies in our inability to readily separate the false narratives from the real ones. The true stories have a legitimate telling here regardless of whether the poster views his experience as positive or negative; indeed, it is only through these variegated lenses of experience that we can begin to understand the reality that underlies the phenomenon. Calls to remove authentic material are misplaced and should be rejected. But umbrage over false accounts intended merely to thicken the atmosphere of smuttiness on the site is, in my opinion, entirely justified, at least on the open boards. We may be a randy, libertine bunch of fuckers here, but we have scruples (at least some of us do) and not every behavior is an acceptable behavior. The fact that some individuals have not been seriously damaged by the sexual abuse they experienced in childhood does not mean that people need to chill out about it because it can be a good thing - it means those individuals were fortunate that they were not devastated as others have been. It isn’t necessary for the average person on the street to go to a website to understand that sexual abuse traumatizes children; our society already has that very real concept baked in, which is why we have strict laws codified against it. You’re right, we absolutely don’t want to be wantonly silencing people’s voices. But when many of those voices are false narratives celebrating something this potentially harmful, people of conscience have an obligation to protest.

Here's my cunt after taking a load from a buddy.

As my first post, I'll start with a humble introduction to my boypussy. Hello 👋🏻🐷

I love knowing I have a man cunt. Love the feeling of my soft puffy lips. If anyone wants to assist in its development then please contact me!

Chapter 2: Hearing this man, who I still had not seen his face, say what he did both scared and turned me on. This was the man who I apparently had expressed all my hidden desires to and he had set me up. He planned all this and here I was flying on meth, naked in a public bathroom, bent over with my cunt (never had I ever wanted that word used to describe my asshole) fully exposed, dripping the load of some unknown guy and wanting more. The man who set this all up, who I will call Sir, said to his friend, “Glad you enjoyed his cunt. But I think the little faggot wants more, don’t you faggot?” “Yes Sir, please, I need more. I need my cunt fucked more and more cum in me. Please.” “Let me see your baggie. Let’s see what we can do to the faggot.” I heard noises from behind and was tempted to turn and look, but realized, I didn’t want to see anything. I didn’t want to see the face of the man who was leading me to destruction. I didn’t want to see or know what he was doing; I just wanted to be destroyed. “Get the camera ready, I want this to be recorded.” A moment later I was instructed to turn my head to the left. I did and for a second all I saw was the bathroom stall wall. Then a hand appeared in front of my face, with a large piece of crystal in it.My eyes stretched wide open, my heart skipped a beat and I drew a gasp of air; I wanted this in me. I was officially on my way to being a full-fledged meth whore and no longer cared to fight it. “Please…please.” “What’s your name faggot?” “R-r-Roger, Sir” “Roger what faggot?” “Roger Johnson, Sir” “As of this moment, you no longer have that name. Your name is now Faggot, do you understand that?” “Yes Sir, my name is faggot, Sir.” “Good, good. Now look at the camera and tell me, what’s in my hand?” “Crystal, Sir. Meth, tina, FUN” Sir laughed, “You are already a whore for this aren’t you faggot?” “Yes, Sir. I need it. I want it. I’ll do whatever you tell me to. Please.” “Good faggot. Now tell the audience where you want it and how you want it.” I was too far gone to care anymore about pride or shame or fear of being found out. “In my faggot whore cunt Sir. I want, I need, you to shove it in me hard as you want and then rape it in me with your cock, Sir.” “Damn, you’re easier than I thought you would be. But we’ll see if you have regrets later” With that, the hand was removed from my sight. “Get on your knees on the toilet faggot and spread those cheeks. Show us that cunt you’re begging to have this rock in. Make me believe you deserve it.” It took a little balance, but I was able to do as ordered. I kneeled on the toilet seat, placing my head against the wall to stabilize myself. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks, showing off my cunt hole, I’m sure for the men who were recording my debasement. “Please Sir, shove the rock in my cunt. No, please shove it in your faggot’s cunt and rape me like the faggot I am. I want, no I need, you to do what you want to this cunt. Please Sir.” “Good, faggot. Hold this for a sec.” I thought he was talking to me, but I soon learned he was talking to the other guy. I heard the tell-tale sounds of Sir unbuckling his belt and pulling it free. This was followed by the audible sound of his pants unsnapping and zipper coming down. I thought, “Oh fuck yeah, I’m getting another cock in me.” What happened next caught me unaware. Without warning, I felt Sir’s belt go around my neck in a loop and tighten with the buckle at the side of my neck. I instinctively reacted by trying to pull away. This was a mistake, and I paid immediately as the belt was yanked backward, instantly stopping my movement and cutting off my air. “Don’t you fucking move. Don’t you EVER fight me faggot. You will never win, and you will always hurt afterward. CLEAR?” “Yes Sir,” I was able to gasp before the belt was released and my throat was allowed to take air in. “I am sorry, Sir.” “Shut the fuck up, faggot. Spread that cunt hole open. Let’s really see if you want and deserve my dick.” I reached further in to my ass crack, finding my hole and stretching it out as much as possible. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you have and tell them what you want done to it.” “Please, I need this faggot cunt fucked, bred, raped, destroyed. Do whatever you want. I have no right to deny you what you want to do. I’m just a faggot, here for you to use. Get me high, wreck me, PLEASE.” Without warning, I felt Sir slam his fingers in my cunt and I immediately felt the scrape and tell-tale burn of the shard of crystal in my cunt. I slammed backward, taking his fingers to the base and immediately pulling away, only to slam back down. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you want. You’d take my fist if I wanted to wouldn’t you?” “Yes Sir, whatever you want to do to me, do it.” Sir yanked his fingers out, placed his cock head at my cunt, grabbed the belt and yanked me backwards, both cutting off my airflow and slamming me down to the base of his cock in one thrust. I immediately learned one important thing: I was no longer in control; I was nothing more than a cunt for use. The pain and pleasure were simultaneous as the meth continued to burn as it was shoved deeper in my cunt. For the first time ever, I felt another area deep in my asscunt getting hit. It sent explosions of pleasure throughout my body. “Open that hole for me faggot.” Sir pulled out, only slam back in harder than before. Again that new area, which I now realized was another hole, was pounded again. Sir repeated this several times, finally giving up on the attempt to break that hole open . He pulled on the belt while I was fully impaled on his dick. “You will open that hole soon. Fight it now, but I know just how to get through it faggot. That hole is my property, do you understand?” I was barely able to gasp, “Yes Sir,” before he released the belt and began a full fuck. He pulled out and slammed in to me over and over again, sometimes just to the head of his dick, sometimes completely out, waiting for my hole to try and close, before slamming back open. I stayed in position, giving up all control of my body and mind to this brutal fuck, begging over and over, “Rape me Sir, breed my cunt.” “I’m gonna breed you, faggot. Don’t you fucking worry about that. Tell the men, faggot, are you Poz?” “No Sir, I’m negative,” I was able to say in multiple steps as he continued the brutal assault on my cunt. “Neg? Do you want to stay Neg boy?” “I, I, ye… It’s not up to me Sir.” He slammed into me again, stopping as he was balls deep. “Tell me what that means, faggot.” “You own me Sir, I’m your cunt. It’s your choice.” Again the belt was yanked backward, pulling my head to his face. “You’re going to take any load I tell you to?” “Yes, Sir.” “Even Poz loads?” “Yes Sir.” “Toxic loads?” I paused, knowing what this meant. “If that’s what you tell me to do, yes, Sir, I will. It’s not my choice anymore.” “You’re going to beg for loads aren’t you faggot? You’re going to give up your cunt wherever, whenever, and to whomever wants it. Tell me faggot.” “Yes Sir. My cunt is not mine anymore. I am nothing more than a faggot cunt boy to be used anytime. I will beg for any load, spread my cunt for whoever wants it.” “Beg me for my load? Do you even want to know my status?” “Please Sir, give me your cum. Shoot it deep in my cunt. I don’t care.” “Beg me for my toxic load. Tell all the men what you want.” “Please Sir, breed me with your toxic cum. Knock me up, pozme Sir. I need your seed Sir.” “Fuck you. Stupid little faggot cunt. You’re going to regret that.” He then began his brutal rape of my hole, pounding me over and over. “Please Sir, poz your faggot cunt. Poz me Sir.” Within a minute, his breathing intensified and he grunted as he slammed into me one last time as he began shooting his load in me. “Oh, fuck yeah faggot, take my dirty seed. Take my toxic seed. It’s too late for you.” “Fuck yes, Sir, knock me up. Make me yours. Thank you Sir.” He jerked at least five times, pumping his cum deep in my cunt. I swear I could feel the cum shooting into me, burning the walls of my cunt. “That’s it faggot, your all mine now.” “Yes Sir.” As he slowly pulled out, he told the other guy, “Hand me the bag.” I soon felt a duffle bag drop across my back. He pulled something out and then dropped the bag on the floor. I heard the other guy whistle and say, “He’s gonna feel that…” “Give me your baggie again.” I heard more rustling as Sir pulled his dick all the way and replaced it with two fingers. “Push out faggot,” and removed his cum coated fingers. I remained in that position while waiting for whatever Sir had in store for me. “Damn, you sure?” “Don’t ever question me. You know I own your ass, and will bitch you if you ever piss me off. Understood pussy boy?” I was wondering what was going on when I had not said a word. Then I heard the first guy, much more demure than ever before, say, “Yes Master. I am sorry for my disrespect.” Holy fuck, the straight guy isn’t as dominant as he made himself out to be. With my head still facing to the left, I was able to briefly look up at him and saw a different, submissive look on his face. He caught me looking and appeared to shudder in shame as he was discovered. Before I could think or say anything more, I felt something at my cunt. Something big. Without warning, Sir shoved as hard as he could and my cunt was stretched more than ever. I also felt more burning; whatever was going in must have been coated with more crystal. “Push your cunt out faggot, this is going in one way or another.” I pushed out and he pushed in. I felt a painful stretch as what I realized was a huge butt plug stretched me wide before finally fully breaching my cunt and sliding in. My cunt closed in around the base, and I could tell that the base was bigger than either of the dicks that had just fucked me. I groaned as the stretch continued and the burn diminished. “Stand up, faggot.” I slowly got down from the toilet seat, wobbling as I did due to the lack of blood flow and the amount of meth swarming through my body. The first guy took hold of me to keep me from falling. When I was more able to stand on my own, Sir looked at me and I saw his face for the first time. “Mr. Young?” “Yes, faggot. Like I told you, you’re gonna regret giving me control of you.” I looked downward and responded, “No regrets Sir. Do what you want. I’m your property.” He laughed and lifted my head, facing me to him. “That’s a good boy. Now, let’s get you dressed and out of here. You’re day is far from over. And don’t worry about work, I already called you out sick. And, I sent a few of the guys your pictures. They already look forward to when you get back to work. You are going to be our faggot prison bitch.” I had never imagined that I’d ever let my fantasies out of my head. Now, here I was standing in front of a co-worker, naked and high as a kite, knowing that this man had full control of me. “Does, Mr. Rounds know?” “I knew it; you want that black man to use you don’t you?” “Yes, Sir.” “Oh, he’s ready for you. I don’t think you’re ready for him, though. But I’m going to enjoy watching it all happen.” I smiled and said, “I can’t wait for it.” Sir bent down and pulled a package out of his duffel. He handed it to me and told me, “Get dressed, faggot. You’ve got a date at the bathhouse.” I opened the bag, looked in it, and then looked back at Sir. “Is this all I…?” A slap came out of nowhere and my head flinched to the right. “Don’t question me, just do what I tell you.” “Yes, Sir.” I pulled out the jockstrap and t-shirt, both of which were clearly not brand new. The jock strap was branded from Nasty Pig and had a special title across the back part of the waist: “Faggot cumdump.” “My handy work. Like it?” “Yes Sir.” The shirt was a small, so a size smaller than me. The front of it was emblazoned with a large bio-hazard symbol and said, “PNP faggot, property of Sir Y.” The back said, “Faggot whore. Meth Pig. No load refused,” with an arrow pointing down. I looked at both, shocked at the blatant messaging, and then looked at Sir. “Thank you Sir. Thank you for setting me free and making me your property.” He smirked at me, then spit directly in my face. “Shut the fuck up faggot and get dressed.” I put the shirt and jockstrap on, then looked at my pants and shirt, crumpled on the floor. “No. My faggots don’t get to wear clothes. Boy, pick them up.” It still shocked me; this rough, dom straight guy, submits immediately to Sir. He picked up my clothes and shoved them in the duffel bag. Sir Y saw the look on my face and smiled. “You don’t recognize him do you faggot?” I looked more closely and something seemed familiar. Introduce yourself boy. See if tells the faggot why he knows you. “My name is Jose ____” I looked at him, then at Sir Y, and then back. “Holy fuck, you’re…” “Yes, he’s my brother. He’ll soon be Master Y’s new bitch. I can’t wait for it to happen. And from what I know about your relationship with him, I’m sure you can’t wait for it either.” I smiled and said, hoping to not get a slap from either man, “I hope that little shit hurts and hates every minute of whatever happens to him.” I look at Sir, “I’m ready.” He looked back at me, tilted his head, and said, “We’ll see about that. If it’s you or the meth talking. Now, get walking.” With only a brief hesitation, I walked out of the stall and to the door. I could not believe that in less than an hour, I had gone from a repressed gay man, to a full-fledged meth whore with two loads of cum, who knows how much meth flowing through me and a huge buttplug in me that I felt with every step I took. And, more than that, about to step into this new existence, in public, in a shirt and jockstrap only, which fully announce what I am. I held the door for my two men. And humbly, but proudly, walked into my new life.

I was so relieved when my test came back negative. I swore to myself I would never let a raw cock in my ass ever again. So why was I visiting a bathhouse within the week? What was I thinking? I rationalized I was only going to watch. Bareback porn got me so hot and horny, why not watch some guys actually getting nailed and bred. Besides I hadn't sworn off sucking cock, had I. I wouldn't take a room to decrease my chances of breaking my self imposed promise. It was almost midnight on a Friday so the place was crowded. I had indulged in some edibles and had a double scotch on the rocks at a bar on my way over. I was feeling mighty good as I stripped off at my locker. Before I wrapped my towel around myself I noticed the guy beside me pulling his shirt over his head. A beautiful scorpion tattoo adorned his left shoulder. He smiled at me and winked as he watched my dick start to rise. 'What the fuck Is wrong with me?' I quickly wrapped up and took a tour of the halls grateful scorpion tattoo didn't follow me. A young slim latino lad caught my eye. He was leaning against the open door to a room with a pot bellied 60ish guy lying naked on his bed stroking a thick 7 inch erection. As I had hoped the young guy slipped into the room leaving the door wide open. He dropped his towel and without saying a word climbed up onto the bed, straddled the man and lowered himself on the cock. They fucked like this for five minutes until the older guy said, "My turn." The latino got up as the older man lifted his legs exposing his ass. The latino moved down to rim the hole and the older guy said, "Just push on in son, there are already two loads up there for lube." The young man feltched some of the loads and snowballed them to the daddy as he followed instructions and pushed his average size raw dick into the sloppy hole. It didn't take very many strokes before he was clearly pumping his young load to join the other two in the older man's hole. Catching his breath he pulled out and remounted the thick daddy cock proclaiming, "My turn, load me up old man." Very quickly the older guy's tell tale breathing started and he asked, "You sure you want this poison poz load boy?" Without a word the latino sat down hard on the cock and bent over to plant a big sloppy kiss on the daddy's mouth. The older man's hips bucked like a bronco as he pumped his toxic load in deep. I realized I was stroking my leaking cock under my towel as I felt a hand reach under the back. A wet finger penetrated my tight hole. Turning my head I realized the finger belonged to the guy with the scorpion tattoo!

Some stories are worth a read over, and this is one of them. Very hot!

@BareLover666 hey and thanks for ur post. I think quoting Madonna was awesome. I live in Greece and I'm in the closet cause my family wouldn't accept it. It's not that if people at my work knew I was gay something big would happen. They could call me faggot behind my back or make a silly joke, but nothing further. However religious people tend to be over ehm.. reactive? But still, it wouldn't be the end of the world. I'm trapped in a situation where i don't feel "threatened" enough to be 100% hidden but I don't feel 100% safe to uncloset myself. I agree with u, I need to be more open. @tallslenderguy that was a very interesting story you have. I am sure that religious enviroments can be.. brutal. Sometmes women like me because I'm in the closet and I don't look like a gay looks (based on their stereotypes). I feel very stressed when a girl/woman touches me. I have also a story that u may find interesting. I grew up in the US, in a small town. Although it's a memory I try to forget, most of the people (if not all) are blissfully unaware of this. I was abused several times by my step father. And I always thought that it was my fault, that since i'm gay I provoke it. But I was too silly and it never crossed my mind that he should not do that despite my sexuality. I met a guy there (we were 13), a classmate. When I saw him I fell in love. It made me feel that It was okay being gay. That thing that I felt in my heart, it just couldn't be something bad. It was the most precious feeling I had ever felt. We were best friends. I hadn't sexualise all that, I just wanted to be with him, to hang around. He was ginger with green eyes. I think that we loved each other. We didnt exactly know, but our friends knew it somehow. They didnt took us for a couple, but for example when i was at the hospital they would come and say "oh where is your ginger?" and things lke that. When I left the states, the last day he told me "don't be a stranger" and he was almost crying. I never managed to find him again on social etc. So.. apart from my ginger guy, the guy i started the thread about.. he's the second guy that I feel for..

just as a teaser.....first customer

So easy....I agree with what you say....

For me, this one is what took the story from really hot and awesome to making my POZ cock hard as fuck and leaking toxic pre-nut like a faucet. Love that you included a little history lesson for the neg boy in the story.

Absolutely. Just having spent two days of repeatedly having one in my ass, it's great. Depending on the size and shape of the ring it can definitely leave me a bit sore. But so hot.

Dammmm, my hole is here..😍

Whether I’m topping or bottoming, "cunt" works for me - it’s dirtier and piggier. Except it’s never just "cunt" - it’s usually "goddamned cunt," as in my saying "Listen, asshole, I’m gonna fuck your goddamned cunt until my cum shoots out your eyes." Or similar pleasantries.

Full sack removal for me, need to find a Master to make it happen!!

I've been into piss play since I was a kid so being drenched or drinking the amber liquid is natural. I always make it clear that piss is definitely on the menu.

Would be nice to see Junior begging for it.

What could go wrong. Nobody gossips in a hospital!

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

You have the most amazing hole I’ve ever seen. Let me know if your interested in getting together (518) 952-1067

so awesome seeing so many other guys proud of how loose and sex wrecked on size they are. here's me after a good heavy use:

I love a good cunt, here's mine

"Oh Fuck me!", what did I just say? He needed no more encouragement. After a few fucks from his raw cock I found my voice; "You are safe aren't you ... when was your last test?" Still grinning, "Got my results 3 weeks ago. " his excellent fucking continued. "Oh good ... ... wait ... wait,and you are negative... right? " "FUCK NO " Silence on my part as his pounding picked up . As my voice came back, "then you are Poz? His grin and nod. "then you've started meds?" "Shit no! Why would I do that?" As I half heartedly tried to pull away from him he pinned me fast. "No ... pull out, get off me " I whimpered. But I clearly was not backing up my words with forceful actions. He bent down and kissed me with his luscious lips. I opened to his kiss and soon our tongues were entwined. His long raw cock deeper inside me than ever. "Please pull out" I pleaded, "I don't want to get infected ... I've never even bbed before. " Through his confident grin, " Look . What difference will it make now. You've already been exposed to a flood of my toxic precum... (as his movement began) just let me fuck you raw for a bit. " "Ok ... just a bit. You'll pull out before you cum right? What did I just say? To be continued

Chapter 4 I got a room and settled in. Took a quick walk around in my jock and saw one hot guy that smiled, licked his lips, touched his nip and was stroking his dick through his towel. I smiled back and kept walking to my room. Once there I took out a booty bump rig, laid on the bed and threw my legs up and over my head so my hole was pointing towards the ceiling. I then emptied the rig deep inside me and counted down 5 minutes. "Damn, look at you. You white boys love to get fucked don't you?" said the man I had seen earlier. I was shocked and a little embarrassed. I had thought I had shut and locked the door. Dropping his towel, he closed the door as I began to bring my legs down. "Hey now, go back like you were. Keep that ass up for me. And in case you were wondering, I had the attendant let me in. He's buds with me and another bro", he said as he came closer to me. His dick was thicker and longer than any dick I had seen before besides porn. He stood about 6'2", ripped abs, bulging arms, toned beefy chest, killer smile, and black. He reached out and slapped one ass cheek leaving his hand there as he massaged it. He stroked his dick with the other hand as he climbed up onto the bed. He then slapped my other ass cheek and began massaging both cheeks as he stood towering over me gyrating his hips as his dick slapped against my hole. "Hungry white boy I see. You just do a booty bump? Hmmmm? That hole is snappin at my dick. It wants to be filled with my black dick. That right?" My hole was hungry. But his dick was huge. I really didn't think I could take it. I said, "You are one hot fucker. Your dick is huge. I don't think". I was stopped as both his hands slapped my ass again, then he reached down and began to play with my nips as he tongue fucked my hole. He kept alternating playing with my nips and slapping my ass. Then he again stood up over me and slapped his dick on my hole, rubbing against it. Teasing it. "I bet you can take this dick. I know you can. You know you want to. Ever been fucked by a black guy!". I said no. "No joke, the saying is true once you go black. Besides your ad on bbrt doesn't say no blacks. Gotta have that pink white boy hole. I want it. Gotta have it. Gonna take it if I have to", he said. He took my legs and pulled them back down and then stepped off the bed. "What treats you got?", he asked. I got off the bed and grabbed the bag. Dumped it out onto the bed. "Damn white boy! So you like to slam! Hell fuck yeah!" He grabbed one .35 rig and the hose and told me to put out my arm. I hesitated. He put the rig in his mouth and pinned me to the bed. I couldn't move. He wrapped the tube around my arm and I was about to shout put when he looked me dead in the eye and told me to not make a sound or move if I didn't want to get hurt as he scratched my arm with the needle. I laid there. "I told you I wanted to fuck that white boy ass!" and in went the content of the rig. "Now you gonna beg for my big black dick. And my bud's big black dick too!". He held my arm up as the rush went thru me. My eyes rolled back in my head. This was stronger than I thought. I lost all fight in me. He then moved up further on the bed and fed me his dark meat while he grabbed both my legs behind him and then slapped my ass. I choked on his dick. But I kept trying to take more of him. He got off me and the bed and grabbed my boots and unlaced them. He then tied my wrists to hooks already in the wall above the bed. He took a sock and shoved it in my mouth. He then took my key and said he would be right back. I was flying. All I could think about was getting fucked by this super hot black stud. My door opened and he walked in, and closed the door, then dropped his towel. "You look so sexy all tied up white boy. You horny? Want this big black dick?", he asked. My hole was twitching like crazy and I nodded my head and said yes through the sock. "I did some thinkin. I want you so fucked up you can't be without dick pounding your hole. So let's grab some of those goods you got and get you all fucked up.". He grabbed another booty bump rig and the bag of shards, got up on the bed and pulled my ass up onto his chest. He then took out 2 large shards and pushed them as deep as he could into my hole. He twisted his fingers around and teased my prostate. He then pulled his fingers out and emptied the booty bump rig inside me. After he pulled it out he began to slap my ass cheeks again while he teased my hole with his tongue. "Yeah white boy. There you go. You're almost there. Just a couple more minutes.". I was squirming on the bed, bucking my hips to get his tongue inside my hole. My dick was hard and spurting more and more precum. He then backed away for a moment and reached into the bag and pulled out a shot of g. He said for me to drink it and not to make a sound when he removed the sock. I drank it down. He covered my mouth with his hand and asked if the sock was really needed. I shook my head no. He smiled. Then he reached over to the bag and took out the other .35 rig and looked at me, made a evil grin, then said to hold on while in lightning speed he wrapped my other arm, stuck the needle in, emptied the rig, took off hose, and stood back and watched as the rush took over. I was now totally fucked up. I couldn't speak. I just kept mouthing Fuck me fuck me fuck me. "There it is. You gotta have this big black dick don't you? Well time for a double play white boy!". He opened the door and this 6'6" tall, muscled and tatted black man entered the room. He had no towel and his dick was even bigger. It curved up with 2 huge balls hangin. The door closed. The new guy came to the head of bed and untied me. He grabbed me, picked me up and put me on my knees. He slapped my ass as he shoved two fingers in my hole, then three. He quickly pulled them out and spun me around and told me to open up to suck his dick. I could barely get the head inside my mouth. The first guy slapped my ass again and then shoved his dick up my hole in one motion. I tried to scream but couldn't with the huge dick trying to get deeper into my mouth. The first guy wasted no time pulling all the way out, slapping my ass, then going balls deep again and again. He reached down and grabbed my ankles and pulled them up then began jack hammering my hole. The pain was gone as I moaned and pushed back. These two were working me over. I began to shake and my dick drooled precum with every thrust. My eyes rolled back and I lost it. "Yeah white boy! Fuck yeah! Clamp down on my dick. Milk it. You're gonna cum like you never cum before!" He slapped my ass harder and pounded as deep and fast as he could. The second guy held onto my head as he pushed his dick further down my throat. He then slapped my face a couple times and then reached down and squeezed both my nips hard. I started shooting all over the place. My dick throbbed and pumped out my cum. My hole spasmed like never before. Every thrust caused me to blow. "Yeah white boy. Yeah. Take my black seed! Fuck yeah!" He grabbed my hair with one hand pulling me back forcing me to arch my back as he grabbed my throat, squeezing as he pulled back. He began to unload deep inside my hole. I could feel the throbbing of his dick as he froze sweat pouring onto my back. I could only groan in spurts. The second guy remained standing smacking my face with his dick. The first guy let me hair and neck go as he pulled his dick out now spent. He stood up, grabbed his towel, told the second guy I was all his and left the room. "Been told you got some treats in that bag. Why don't you take a couple shards and work them into that hot white hole for me?". He stood there waving his dick and stroking it. I crawled over to the bag and took out two shards. "Get on your back, put those legs up and work them inside your hole", he said. With my hole in his direction I put my legs up and began to push them inside my hole. He stood there moaning and stroking his dick. "Spread those legs nice and wide. Put the pillow under your ass. Get them in nice and deep.". He walked over to the bag and took out 2 more shards, then grabbed my ankles pulling them up over my head, my shoulders on the bed and held them as he pushed the shards inside me with his finger. He probed and tapped on my prostate as I moaned. I reached up and began to play with his nips. He added another finger and worked the two in and out of my now burning hole. He then added a third finger and was more forceful as he worked. He then pulled out his fingers and slapped my ass. In one quick movement he pulled my legs toward him. His dick was at the entrance to my hole. He bent over me and began deep kissing me. Played with my nips and slowly and steadily pushed his dick inside. "Good little white boy. Relax. You're gonna love my monster dick fucking your sweet hole". I began sweating like crazy. He kept pushing and sliding inside. Kissing me. Working my nips. Then he hit my second ring. I winced in pain and pleasure. He jerked his hips and popped in. I started to scream. He covered my mouth with his and deep tongued my throat. He then did several short pumps in a quick motion. I began to feel like I was going to cum. I told him. He just started to long dick my hole. I began shooting again all over the two of us. He laughed. Then his tempo began to quicken. He stood up and pulled me so my ass was hanging just over the edge of the bed. Then he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs as wide as he could. He looked down at me and said I was going to love this. He then pulled his dick all the way out and shoved it back balls deep. Again and again he did this. He got faster as he went. I reached up and tweaked his nips as I rolled my head from side to side. I felt like I was going to cum again. I looked up at him and he just smiled and said he knew cause my ass was gripping and milking his dick like crazy. He then jumped up on the bed, squatting over me with my ass now higher and jack hammered my hole. I couldn't control myself yelling for him to dick my ass, fuck it, rape it, pound it. Again I began shooting and groaning. Then he stopped. He kept his dick in my hole as he laid on his side and moved me onto my side. He then lifted one leg up and pulled my chest back a little and began licking my nip and neck. He long fucked me like that in slow full thrusts forever. It drove me crazy. He kept saying to me "there's nothing like black dick fucking white boy hole". He started to then raise my leg higher and pulled it back as he again jack hammered my hole. It was insane. He could feel me tensing up again and said he was close too. He then dropped my leg and again grabbed my ankles spreading my legs wide and really pounded my hole. His sweat dripped all over me. I started to reach down and stroke my dick. He shouted to me to not touch my dick and put my arms up behind my head. I did as he asked and his face turned almost mean looking and he drilled into me harder. His balls slapped against my ass. He then spit in my face and pummeled my hole harder. The bed creaked. I reached my arms up and pushed against the wall to brace myself and push back on him. I arched my back and then literally shook as I felt myself exploding as he moaned loudly and began to unload deep inside my hole. "Awwww, fuck! Shit! Motherfucker! Take my monster black dick! Fuck!", he shouted. He then released my legs and collapsed on top of me, kissing me, stroking my face and hair. "That was some hot white boy ass, gotta say. Where you been hiding?", he said. I told him I was just visiting for the weekend. He stood up and gave me another kiss, and left the room. I was spent. Beyond exhausted. But a huge smile on my face and now a wanting for black dick. I showered and took a cab back to my ex's. When I got there I could hear the shower running. I was still spun as fuck and got worried that my ex would notice. I tried to think about what I was going to say if he brought it up. I headed into the kitchen to hydrate a bit. The shower water went off as I was getting some ice from the ice maker. "Tim? Thought you were working late?" came a voice unknown to me. Tim was my ex's name. Tim had not mentioned a roommate or anyone he was involved in. I said, "Hello? Jay here. Visiting for the weekend." The voice then said, "Oh, hey there. Tim said you were visiting but hadnt seen you since you got here. He told me you were an ex of his. Was disappointed he wouldnt have much time on account of his new job". The voice sounded sexy and masculine. The volume got louder as he spoke and then entered the kitchen totally naked, drying off with his towel. I couldnt help but stare at his body and dick. He was so hot, 6' tall, v shaped, masculine, 40's, toned up, jet black hair, killer smile, goatee, 5 o'clock shadow, nice legs and arms, nips like erasers sitting on a firm chest, light chest hair with a treasure trail over his abs, and a cut dick that appeared to be rising every second.

I have a "straight boy" fetish! I guess it's because I grew up in the farmland of Texas surrounded by farmlands, cowboys, and football players...lol! So I guess you'd say any sexual activities I had at the time was with "straight guys." Dont be upset. Now this isn't a post about my first experience with a straight guy but a group of straight guys who had an experience with a gay guy.....me. My senior year in high school I was old enough to get into the adult bookstore near the little town I grew up in. As I was driving home from after school football practice I decided to stop at my favorite place cause I had the hardest dick and needed one of the older guys or blue collar cocksuckers to get me off. Now it was during the week and around 630pm so I took a chance knowing the place might be dead. Whatever, I could, at least, watch the bad eighties porn that was showing. I arrived and got my tokens and went into the booth area. The booth area had booths on each side of the room and they faced each other AND it was empty. I stayed awhile and jerked off. After the sun had gone down I was about to leave when I heard the jingle from the storefront door opening. I quickly peeked from the back booth area to see who had come in. Standing at the front counter was five young guys about my age ,at the time, or a little older. I couldn't believe my fucking luck and really hoped they would hit the booths. Maybe I'd see some straight dick at least. I hurried to the back wall of the booth area and waited. I could hear them laughing and talking as they entered the booth area. As they came through door area, I got a good look of all five of them. The were all about the same height..four were white with various shades of brown and blonde hair color. Three were in shorts and various t-shirts with logos from Budweiser to TCU University. Flip flops and no socks...classic pucha shell chokers on as well. The fourth guy was wearing jeans and cowboy boots and jacket, which was odd since it was late September and still warm in Texas. The fifth guy was Hispanic and was wearing cargo shorts and a tank top. Had a gold chain on with a crucifix. All of them smelled like testosterone and polo cologne (A favorite 1980s cologne.) They were laughing and saw me so I ducked into one of the middle booths on left side of room as they walked over to the right side to a middle booth across from me. I dropped some tokens, turned up the volume so they could hear the straight porn playing, and looked through the crack of the door to see what these studs were up to. The were standing at a booth with the door open and the stud with the jacket took it off and reached inside of it and pulled out three cans of beers and opened them. Unless the clerk came back, they wouldn't get caught and there were no cameras in the booth area. They started to drink, laugh, and dropped a buttload of tokens into the video slot and flicked through each channel. As the "Alpha" in the group started to tell the others that he had done every fuck position they would see as the flipped through channels. These straight boys were drunk! I noticed that one of them turned and went towards a left wall booth. He didn't enter the one next to me so I left my booth and saw he had entered one down still near the group and the light above the door was red so I knew he had dropped tokens. I immediately went into the booth next to him, closed my door, and dropped tokens. I looked threw the gloryhole. He sat there watching the porn with hard on! I just watched to see what he'd do. I knew he could see my eye but, he didn't move at first. As the couple on the screen got hotter and closer to cumming. He said "shit!" Looked over at me and asked will you suck my cock?..I said yes...so he immediately dropped his shorts and put his hard dick through and into my mouth!....it was thick, uncut, and about six inches....I sucked it like a baby calf on the udder of a cow....swirling my tongue and knowing this drunk straight stud was so horny he didn't care if I was sucking him or that his buddies were just on the other side of the door. I could sense he was soon close with all the precum I could taste...and with a devil may care attitude, I unlocked my door while still blowing him and pushed it open all the way. It caught the attention of the others and they stood there fucking stunned. The Hispanic guy yelled "Mike, what the fuck are you doing!" Mike yelled from his booth that he had to get off!...The stud in jeans yelled, "Are you a faggot?" The Hispanic guy stormed off and left. Mike aware that he was caught pulled out and stepped outta of the booths. They all where glaring at him. Mike was so embarrassed as he noticed my door open.. He looked at me and at his posse and said, "Yall know I'm straight!"...they all started to leave when the Alpha looked at me with a smirk and asked Mike if I was any good? Mike didn't answer. The Alpha stopped walking and stopped the group...He loudly asked Mike again if I was any good and was it worth it?...Mike was having a dilemma on how to answer. The Alpha then grapped Mike by the back of the neck and pushed him back over to where I was standing now next the booth they left since it was still playing videos. I was just a little scared at that point and thought I just fucked up. The Alpha said, "Mike?".....Mike wouldn't look up...The Alpha pushed him away...pushed me into the open booth, blocking my way out, pushed me down, took out a 9 inch angry bloated and hard cock and said, "Suck it queer!" as he turned up the volume and proceeded to watch a girl get pounded on screen. As I squatted, I couldn't tell at first what the others were doing but, they seemed quiet as the Alpha proceeded to choke me roughly with his dick. I then heard him say as he turned his head that it was worth it and whoever was next needed to get ready...I heard some nervous laughter ...The Alpha kept pumping my my mouth hard so I reached around held onto his bare smooth bubble butt. I pulled it abit apart so it would add pleasure to the blowing. He got faster and faster and without a sound blew a huge load of baby batter down my throat and gagging me in the process. I had tears....he quickly pulled out and pulled up his shorts in swift action. He said "next!"...but nobody moved...he grapped the nearest stud to him and said, "Adam, don't let Mike feel weird about this"...and pushed him in the booth...Adam dropped his shorts...and I went to town on this long 7 inch thin dick...He didn't say a word but nature took its course and proceeded to slowly hump my mouth softly...and getting harder in the process. I could hear the Alpha ordering his bros that they couldn't leave. Lucky for me that the peer pressure worked. Adam took me by surprise and shot his load quickly as he whimpered. He backed away and as he pulled up his shorts he quietly called me a faggot with disgust. The Alpha said "next!" In comes the cowboy in jeans. He unzipped and pushed the hairest hard 5inch dick into my mouth...That boy had been simmering all day in those jeans cause he was so musty that I almost begin to gag from the smell....almost! He proceeded to rape my mouth and telling me I was a dirty queer and how he hated homos. I was so gagging and trying to suck that my nose started to run and my eyes started to tear up again. He came quickly...and he pulled out...he told me not to even look at him! The Alpha told Adam to go to the truck and get Jose and on the way back ask the clerk for some lube. I heard this so I started to get up because I knew I wasn't ready to get fucked physically that day. I said no but the Alpha and others ignored me. Besides Mike was kinda of blocking me. In walks Adam and a very disgusted Jose...The Alpha said to Jose that Mike wasn't a faggot but I was and Jose needed to take advantage of that. Jose just stood there. The Alpha looked at Mike and said "what are you waiting for get that pansy to suck you off. Mike came in the booth and said I was gonna pay for it. He forced me back down then He proceeded to force his dick in my mouth and get hard. As he held himself up by putting his hands on either side of the screen. I could hear some heavy debating going on....then quickly Mike was pulled off me. The Alpha ordered me to get up, turn around, and drop my shorts. I said no...I just wanted to suck. He looked straight at me and quietly said , "I know you want dick up your ass and not to fuck this little party up!"...he was right that I did want dick up my butt after he turned me on even more with his straight attitude. I just hoped it was a clean fuck. He proceeded to turn me around and pushed my shorts down and I assumed the position. He told José to take advantage of this and fuck me with his beercan dick! Alpha said it ain't pussy but that I was queer and I could take it. José just stood there so Mike said fuck it, opened up the lube, squirted on his dick as he dropped his shorts, and lined up his hard dick with my butt hole. He leaned down and told me he wasn't gonna me easy on me and proceeded to ram it in....I screamed for him to take it easy but he didn't as he proceeded to piston fuck me! The guys actually proceeded to cheer and told Mike to fuck harder that the bitch needed it! I didn't get used it but started to get hard and play with myself. The Alpha laughed and said to the guys to look at the homo playing with his little stump. I felt Mike lean in and over my back. He put his head on the left side of mine...And whispered that I was a faggot for letting his friends know that I was sucking him...and he hoped I didn't like the punishment. I did even though He was wrecking my butt and it started to smell like sweat and ass in the booth. He then whisperered that he was about to cum. He leaned back up and moved his hands from shoulders to my waist and stopped. I thought damn that was quick In that moment it wasn't over as he pulled all the way out and then rammed it back in cumming! The Alpha yelled that Mike look like one of the studs on the ranch breeding a mare. I fell foward as he pulled out and hit the back of my head as he said faggot! I held onto the screen for a moment then as I stood up pulling my shorts up I noticed they had taken off in a flash....about a minute later I left the arcade room and went into the restroom. I proceeded to clean myself up...no poop, thank God, but a lot of cum and ass juice. I cleaned my face at the sink and wondered if I just dreamed all of that. I heard the door open(no lock) and I was about to say just a moment when I looked in the mirror and saw José standing behind me...he quickly rushed over, bent me over the sink, ripped my shorts down, and pulled his 6 inch beercan brown uncut dick out and rammed it up my gut! I said take it easy as he held me hard and proceeded to fuck me like a dog. He said "No bitch, I take it easy with my girl!...You're not my girl!....you're a Punta faggot who likes this! I just leaned there watching this Mexican stud fuck me in the mirror. I loved the way he held his chain with the crucifix in his mouth so it wouldn't bounce.....he had his eyes closed....He fucked faster and he moved his hands from waist to my lower belly...His fingers unintentionally hit the head of my dick and I immediately started to cum!...he opened his eyes, made direct eye contact and said "sick!" and proceeds to cum in my ass!...he calms down, pushes me foward off his dick as he pulls away ...zips up his cargo shorts and then calls me a faggot!...Turns me around kisses my lips and then punched me in the eye and left! I was stunned and thought I can't believe this happened.....I cleaned up and as I was leaving the arcade....The clerk disgustingly looked at me and said.."You fucking deserved everything you got in there!...." I said I know......As I walked out the boys were no where around. They were gone......I stood there dazed wondering if all of that gangbang happened with all those straight studs or did I just suck Mike off through the gloryhole? Was it the first for the Alpha and his Straight gang or just Mike's?....I was just so dazed and used up, I just didn't know?...I continued to wonder as I felt a little liquid leak outta my ass....whadda you guys think???

I've jacked off with my dad before and I'm his only son to. Lived with my dad in a small one room place just the two of us. Dad was a nudist and slept naked on the couch and I slept on the floor. Every morning I woke up I could see my dad's hairy asshole spread and his hard dick to. Loved living with my dad and jacking off together with him to. An awesome father and son bonding experience. All guys jack off, not a big deal. My dad is my very best friend and I'm sure this is one of the reasons why. Corey Haines in Ohio 3307804172, coreymhaines1@gmail.com

Rob gets Stuffed The weekend was all about Rob getting as many poz loads in his cunt as possible, but a couple of times he and I were face to face in doggy position as Dave and Dad fucked us both. We would kiss and make out as our asses were used for the pleasure of our daddies. I was amazed at the number of loads Dave and my Dad deposited in the two of us. Looking back, I think the highlight of the weekend was on Sunday when we all convinced Rob to take both daddy cocks at the same time while he sucked on my cock. It started off with Dave on his back and Rob straddling him. Once Dave’s cock was buried in Rob’s cunt, Dad got between their legs and slowly worked his cock into Rob’s ass. It was amazing watching Rob take both those cocks in his ass. I know from experience that taking both those cocks will really stretch you out and leave your ass gaping after they are done with it. With his ass full of daddy cock, I got on the bed and settled in between Rob and Dave’s faces. Rob took my cock into his mouth and Dave began to tongue my ass and lick the loads out of it. It was so hot for me to feel Dave’s tongue on my cunt as Rob slurped on my cock and nibbled on my foreskin. Since Dad was on top, he set the pace for the double penetration. I could see the base of his cock each time he pulled back. It was so hot for me knowing that Rob was filled with both the cocks that had pozzed me. And I could tell form the moans that were escaping from around my cock that Rob was enjoying being on the receiving end of this stuffing. Dad was taking it slow, really roughing up Rob’s ass and making sure that our weekend project would come out with a positive ending. After about 15 minutes, between watching Rob getting Double stuffed, Dave’s tongue lapping the cum out of my ass, and Rob’s mouth working on my cock, I felt my load starting to rise. I let everyone know I was getting close. Dad pulled out of Rob and moved back. “Get that cock in here and give him another load of that toxic jizz of yours," Dad ordered. I quickly moved between Rob’s legs and added my cock with Dave’s in his stretched out hole. It only took me a few strokes with Dave’s cock rubbing against mine till I pushed in and added more poz cum to the mixture already brewing in Rob’s cunt. I slowly pulled out after I had deposited my load in him and Dad quickly slid his nine inches back in. I moved back up to the head of the bed and settled back in between Dave and Rob. Dave went back to eating my ass out, and Rob began to clean my cock of the cum and ass juices that covered it. I could tell that Dad and Dave were getting close as both of their breathing had gotten staccato. Soon both of them growled and Rob moaned around my cock as he got a double dose of poz daddy cum in his well-used hole. I slid down next to Rob and kissed him as the two men finished depositing their last loads of the weekend into Rob. Dad and Dave slowly withdrew from Rob’s swollen hole, and in so doing, a small amount of cum dribbled out, but Dad quickly rubbed it onto the plug and slid it into Rob’s ass. Rob and I got dressed, and, with kisses all around, Rob and I headed back to our room to deal with schoolwork and get ready for classes the next day. That night, Rob fucked me with his more than likely last neg load as we were keeping the plug in him to make sure he absorbed all that toxic cum. Afterwards we snugged, and fell asleep in each other’s arms. A little over a week later, I woke up to find Rob sweat-soaked. I kissed him then fucked another poz load into his converting ass. He stayed in bed for the next couple of days and I made his excuses to the team and collected his assignments for him. Now that Rob was poz, we could begin our conquest of the team and other studs around campus.

PHOTO SHOOT John opened the door, and though younger than I like, he was quite hot. Standing about 6 foot, black hair, grey eyes, and a well-toned body, he was the stuff of most gay men's wet dreams; he was just not my daddy, nor according to his online profile, poz. John invited me in and showed me the area of his apartment he had set-up for the photo shoot. "So, any ideas on what you want to wear for these photos?" he asked. In response, I pulled the clothing I had packed into a duffle out for him to look at and get his suggestions. "The dress clothing probably won't work for what you want, but the jock and singlet will get you tons of hits," he remarked, adding "How about some nudes? Tasteful, of course." "I'm willing to do them, but would rather have most of the photos entice rather than just put everything out there. Leave some mystery for when I meet up," I responded. "Well, it's your decision, so we'll do whatever you are comfortable with." I smiled at him, and thanked him for doing all this for me. At his suggestion, we started off with me in what I had worn over, jeans and a t-shirt. After I got comfortable with having my picture taken, he suggested that I lose the shirt and belt, and let my jeans fall down a bit. I agreed, and noticed that his eyes lit up a bit when I shucked my shirt and he saw my mostly hairless torso. "I have an idea. How about putting the shirt back on and I will snap some of you taking your clothes off." "Sure," I shrugged, "it can't hurt." So, redressing, I began to slowly the shirt off and John snapped away with his camera. After my shirt was gone, I undid the button on my jeans and let them slide down a bit revealing my boxers. John kept snapping away as I undid the zipper, dropped my jeans, and was about to turn away from him to pull off the boxers when John said "Wait. Here's what I think. Take off your boxers and put your jeans back on. Let's do that again but with you commando." I pulled off my boxers and slid my jeans back on, not bothering to do them up. Once again I turned my back to John and slid my jeans slowly down my ass and then down my legs. "Great! Now pull them back up, and lay down. Do up the zipper, and when I start taking pics, slowly unzip and I'll get your trail and your pubes. Keep your cock and balls down the leg." Again, I followed John's instructions and he snapped away on his camera. "Cool. These are going to look great! Why don't you change into the singlet and we'll get some shots of of you wearing just it." I quickly stripped off everything and slid my singlet on. John took pics of me in various wrestling poses, then we took pics of me slowly stripping off the singlet. John then suggested I put on the jock, saying we'd get the last group of photographs with me wearing only it. I slid the jock on, adjusted the straps and struck several poses. John snapped away. In a few of the shots I was on all fours, and John was behind me shooting pics of my ass. I looked over my shoulder and noticed that the nice bulge in John's jeans was now much larger. I figured he liked what he saw of me in this position, and I decided that I needed one more set of pics to complete my portfolio. I turned to face john, and crawled across the floor to him. When I reached him, I lifted my hand and grabbed his cock through the tight fabric of his jeans. He moaned at my touch and stopped taking pictures. "Don't stop taking photographs, John," I instructed, "Let's do one more set: action shots of you fucking my mouth and ass with this cock." "Are you sure you want that kind of photographs?" "Yeah. Take pics of me sucking your cock and you fucking my ass!" John set the camera aside for a moment to take his shirt off, then he picked it back up and pointed it down at me on my knees in front of his crotch, instructing me saying "Take my cock out and start sucking it, you slut." "Yes, sir!" I undid the button on his jeans and slid the zip down. He had gone commando, so his cock was easily accessible, and I pulled it out. He wasn't fully hard, but still he had a nice girth and length. As John stood there snapping away, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. As his cock slowly disappeared into my mouth, my ass began to twitch with the thought of him taking photographs of the same cock sliding into my ass, lubricated only with my spit. For several minutes John snapped pics as I bobbed up and down on his cock, getting it wet with my spit and getting it hard so he could fuck me. Far too soon, he pulled away, put down the camera and took off his jeans. "Turn around," John commanded. I did eagerly, presenting my firm round ass to him. "Please fuck me, John, and capture the action in photographs." "You want me to fuck you in the jock?" "Up to you. You are in charge." John picked up the camera again, and I felt the tip of his cock line up with my pucker. I heard the click click click of the camera as he slowly pushed all seven inches of his fat cock into my ass. "Damn, your ass fits like a glove, Tom," he grunted, adding "I think I am going to fuck it a couple of times today. Gotta make sure we get some really good pics." I moaned in agreement, and honestly his cock felt wonderful in my ass. The camera clicked away as John varied his strokes between pounding my ass and long dicking me. After a long while, his thrusts became more frantic and his breathing became shallow. "I'm gonna cum!" "Shoot it in me! Give me that cum! Breed my ass!" "Here comes your first load, buddy!" With that, John went balls-deep into my ass, and I felt each volley of his cum as he shot about ten times into my cunt. He kept his wits about him and snapped pics as his balls unloaded into me. After resting for a few minutes inside of me, he slowly pulled out; snapping pics the whole time. With his thick cock out of my hole, it felt empty, but also was slightly gaping. John took pics of it all, and I pushed some of his cum out so he could take pics of his cum dripping from my used hole. He rolled onto his back on the floor next to me. I moved over and kissed him as he came down from the fuck. I reached down and grabbed his cock. "How long till you are ready for round two?" I asked. "Keep kissing me and I will be ready in no time." So we continued kissing as he played with my cummy hole, and soon enough his cock was rock hard. This time, John had me take the jock off, and we went to his bed. He had me lay on the edge, on my back, legs out to the side. He slid his hard cock back into me and again snapped pictures as he fucked my hole. "Fuck, it feels even better with my cum to lube your hole. You should see the froth I'm churning out of your ass." "I'll see it when we look at the pictures. For now, keep fucking!" This time, when John said he was getting close, I grabbed my cock, matching my strokes to his thrusts, and as he sank into me for the second time to give me his DNA, I sped up my strokes immediately blew my load, coating my belly and chest with my cum. John snapped a few more pictures of me laying there coated in my cum, his jizz leaking form my hole and a look of satisfaction on my face. "Ok, we should get cleaned up then take a look at what we got here." John and I showered, him getting hard again and fucking a third load into me. After we were cleaned off, and dressed again. John pulled the memory card from the camera and brought it over to his computer. He had ended up taking hundreds of photos of me. We looked them over, and I liked what he had done for me. The hottest ones were of him fucking me the second time and his cum making a frothy mix on his cock and around my hole. These pics were definitely going to get me laid. John burned all the pics to a CD for me, and then it was time to take my leave. I thanked him for a great session and the three loads in my ass. He thanked me for letting him fuck me bare and loading me up. I told him that if he wanted another session with my ass, with or without the camera, we could. He said he would see me online. I packed the disk in with my extra clothes and with a kiss, headed out. When I got back to my room, I put in the disk and quickly uploaded a mix of the clothed and nudes to my profiles, as I didn't want my roommate to see me doing this. I still didn't know how he would take rooming with a cumslut. John and I hooked up a few times before and after I met my Dad, but as soon as I was confirmed poz he didn't want to hook up any more. It was a shame really. He would have been a hot one to poz and add to the family.