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3AM this morning, got a text from Cabbie. U want fuck now? Course I did. Tall 24 yr old Abu hairy guy was up my ass within minutes before he went home after working. Great fuck, big cummer. This evening got a text from my barber Adil, the guy I sucked off last week, asking if I wanted to suck him again. I did, I was on knees sucking that beauty very quickly. He told me would comd to my house one night and fuck md deep, as he shot his load down my throat. Pakistani Men/Boys are just so easy. I dont know any that mention condoms.

Last night got my ass used by four straight drunk Mexican guys. I've been into straight Mexican men using me to get off for a long time now but recently moved and didn't have the chance. Finally found a bar that a lot Mexican's go to that I decided to start hanging out wanting to be of service to any of the guys that didn't get some pussy. Had been going there a couple times a week for a couple weeks and been seeing some regular guys there. Finally last night at closing was walking out the same time as this one group of 4 guys that I've seen in there a couple times and they knew what I was for and just took me in the back alley pushed me up against a wall pulled my pants down and each one fucked me in the ass and dumped his cum in me. By the time they were done I could barely pull my pants up and manage to walk home feeling all that Mexican cum dripping out of my ass and down my leg. Can't wait to go back now that know anytime they don't find some girls they can use me to get off before they go home.

I agree totally. I started going to the video store near me a few years ago. I like steam works but the video store seems to bring out more of the pig in me. I really don’t care about looks there and rarely does a guy use a condom. I was just there Monday and now I have many regulars that I can always expect a recharge or load from. Ironically three of my favorites were there at the same time. It was fun to juggle all of them and make sure they left drained and pleased.

A guy who had messaged me a week before suddenly contacted me to say he’d come around in 10 minutes to fuck me. Not long to clean up but luckily (or for other reasons, unluckily) I had already had two hookups arranged that afternoon that were washouts. One was a twitter hookup that simply flaked out, no explanation. The other was a genuine Grindr meet where the guy lost his hardon after too much poppers. The guy, a middle aged somewhat toned Chinese guy, arrived and we went in my bedroom after removing two dogs. He had a nice reasonably sized cock which I worked for a while with my mouth. He wasn’t on PrEP but willing to bareback anyway as he said he got STI tested monthly and only topped, except with his boyfriend who was still in China and hadn’t yet been able to join him. I sat on his cock and pleasantly rode home for ages. He was playing with my cock, fascinated with how thick it was. Then I lay on the bed and he doggy fucked me before moving me onto my back to drop a big load in me. With him living only 10 minutes away I’m hoping he’ll become a regular fuck buddy.

Been on Monday and took six loads

Following up from my last story (page 1100) I'm still visiting Cyprus and unfortunately I never heard from the strip club guy again. I took a few days away from grindr and did a bit of sightseeing. Eventually finding myself in paphos staying in a hotel. I open the app and a guy messages me, he's only 80 metres away and his message is simply "**** hotel?" realising we're just a few doors apart I reply saying that yes I am there, he tells me he is with his Mrs and can't host but wants to know how fast I can make him cum in my mouth? I'm no pro sucker so I reply honestly that I can suck him. Let him fuck my mouth but essentially the question is how quick can he cum. He asks for my room number and tells me he's going to make an excuse to leave and for me to "be ready" I don't hear from him again and quickly assume he changed his mind so I start messaging another guy, he can host nearby and wants a fuck, he asks his long it was since I last took cock and I tell him about 2 weeks. "nice and tight then". He replies,asking what turns me on. I reply telling him how I enjoy being used as a cum dump, he seems impressed and sends me his location, I start to get dressed and suddenly I hear a knock at the door, completely forgetting the earlier chat I casually answer wondering who it is and see the guy standing there. "I've got 5 minutes" he says "told my wife I'm going to the bar for drinks" it takes me a second to realise who he is, he starts talking urgently, "think I can fill your mouth in a couple of minutes? My balls are ready to explode" I quickly invite him in and he sits on the bed pulling his trousers down and off, I'm presented with a decent size cock, maybe 7inch, with big heavy smooth balls hanging below. I quickly get on my knees and begin to lick and suck him, he moans and groans telling me to suck him nice and deep, which of course I oblige, this goes on for a few minutes before he pulls out and starts wanking furiously at my face, with little to no warning he let's out a final moan and shoots thick sperm over me, 3 or 4 huge sticky ropes cover my face as I look up at him, he pulls his trousers back on saying "sorry gotta dash" before pretty much running out of the room. I gather my thoughts and realise I hadn't replied to the other guy to confirm I was leaving, and I open grindr to find multiple messages from him "are you coming?" "have you changed your mind?" "ugh, another time waster" Obviously I'm no time waster, I take a picture of my still jizz dripping face and send him it, saying sorry I got distracted and I'm leaving soon. He replies with a laughing emoticon "oh dear you are a cum dump aren't you, hurry up and get here" I clean up and finish getting dressed, and after a very short dficeti arrive at his apartment, he invites me in and presents me with a vodka and redbull, I apologise again for being late but he says it's fine and that actually he wants to know more, I began to tell him about the guy and he stops me "shh shhh not yet, get naked and sit there on the sofa" I do as I'm told and he gets down on his knees in front of me, he starts to lick my cock and tells me to tell him all about the meet in detail. As I tell him what happened, he plays with my cock, just little touches, licks, sucks as I tell him about the married guy who snook away, as I tell him about the blowjob he starts to get more carried away, he spreads my legs and begins to tongue my ass, gently at first but soon building up to shoving his tongue deep in my hole, as I finish my story he gets up, pushes my legs wide apart and pulls out a thick 8 inch cock, he looks at me and calls me a cum dump again, saying that he's going to dump his own seed deep inside me, I pause for a second before saying "go for it" and he gently presses the head of his cock against my hole, slowly but firmly he pushes into me, using only his saliva as lube, it hurts to start with and I reach for the bottle of poppers I brought along, taking a couple of deep breaths with them, he slowly pulls his cock out, and in, and out, and in again, I can feel his bare skin in my ass hole and slowly but surely it stretches to accommodate his length, he stay like this for a while, him slowly pumping his shaft into me and calling me names, slut, bareback bitch, cum toy. I can feel him getting more excited as his words get louder and firmer and his strokes get faster and harder. He demands that I get up and bend over the sofa "a cum bitch like you deserves to be fucked like a bitch" and with that he shoves his cock back into me from behind, his mood has changed now though, his once gentle and steady thrusts now replaced with erratic shallow pumping as he gets himself all worked up. Aaahhhh he growls as with a final pump he unloads his balls, I let out a little yelp as he forces all the way up my ass and cums right into my very core, we stay there for a minute or so before he gets up, offers be a drink (which as always i decline after the guy has finished) and we swap numbers. I've got a mate who would love to meet you, he tells me. Asking if I would be up for playing with them together. I left and he text me a couple of days later, I'm meeting him and his mystery mate this coming Friday, will report back. Holiday in Cyprus anyone?

My last load happened three days ago on the overnight ferry from Germany to Sweden. An Iranian caught sight of me sitting by myself, we started talking, I am quite skinny and not very tall and when we were outside I started freezing. He found a corner in the dark, lifted my sweater and started kissing and pinching my nipples (in the old they were stiff). we wnt down to my room, he was sharing with two others, and there he made me stand on all four on the bed, he licked me, fingered me and without any warning or any lube but his spit - he pushed his cock to the bottom. When I started screaming, he pressed my head down into the pillow, took my hand s on my back and started fucking. He said this is what you wanted, and he as right, but the pain was almost unbearable. when He came inside me, he stayed hard, turned me around without slipping out of me and said now it would be better - because of the cum. He was right, he was a great kisser too. and his cock pumped me full of cum once more. he left me his phone number, said he had a friend who liked to join in, and asked if I would be ready for two cock in my asscunt. then he just left. I am

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.

Recently, on a separate thread here devoted to him, someone posted: "Lito Cruz is a bareback hero." Apart from singling out one of my favorite performers, this got me thinking. We all need heroes in life. There are always going to be men who inspire respect, awe, worship; who exert leadership in masculine endeavors. With all the societal pressures to muzzle our natural sex instinct and stifle the expression of our best selves through sex and exchange of body fluids, it takes a man to resist and walk the path of true bareback manhood. So...who's your bareback hero? Is it a porn star? A top, like Mr. Cruz, or Brad McGuire, or...[your favorite here]? Or a bottom, like Dawson, or Christian, or [your favorite here]? Or even a versatile, like Alan Gregory or Pat Jackson? Who in this realm exemplifies the fierce freedom of true masculine nature, expressed with cock and/or butthole and cum? Is it a porn producer, like Paul Morris or Dick Wadd or [your favorite here], who provides positive examples of optimal male lust for us to emulate and improve upon, who by their work validate our very existence? Is it the operator of your favorite sex venue? Maybe he has bareback porn playing on the video systems, so we all have that extra bit of stimulation to motivate us as we hunt and breed. Or he schedules regular bareback parties, to give us all a safe place to practice the true gay male religion, sacred worship of the God Cock and Holy Semen... Is it the man (or men) who first fucked you raw? The guy who got you to fuck him raw for your first time? The family member who introduced you to your cock and your butthole with his own raw dick? The teacher, coach or clergyman who reached inside you, figuratively and literally, and helped you get in touch with your inner bareback pig? Or is it you, yourself, a man who knows what a man is and what a man is for, and sets the example for everyone he meets (and meats) by steadfastly maintaining a "bareback only" policy? Who is your bareback hero?

Well, more to our domestic Brothers ... find some hot assed turkeyboys, stuff them reeeeeal good, and then - gobble them UP !!! Happy Thanksgiving .... (or would that be ThanksTaking?) It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm - on regular days, plain old days, and even Holidays !!!

I can't believe the number of people that have chosen this story to stand up on their soapboxes. The tales here are all fiction and I feel that that this story is a pretty fair representation of what can happen when someone engages in chem sex. I speak from experience. I was in my 20's and inexperienced and went home with a guy who ended up brutally raping and assaulting me. I think that the writer has written a pretty graphic tale but it was also written with a fair degree of skill. I certainly didn't find it offensive... I learnt from my own experiences that night not to bite off more than I can chew. I pretty much got what I deserved that night for lying to a guy about what I was willing to do just to spend a night with him. As for someone moaning here that all they see is non consensual stories, well then write some thing yourself! The writers here have taken a lot of time and effort to pen their stories and I'm always grateful for that and try to take the time to say thanks and post a like. You may not like a story but there will always be readers who do. Chainsmokerpig hit the nail on the head when he said "Taking some kind of moral high ground on a bug chasing website forum is the funniest thing you'll see this year folks !!" Those of you that cannot stand the heat should get out of the kitchen.. stick to a bottle of poppers and a cuddle or write something yourselves.

One of my bareback heroes is definitely Tim Tyler who has dedicated his career to removing the stigma of hiv pozitivity!

I’m with you on Dawson!! I had just started barebacking when I came across (quite literally lol!) Dawson and he inspired me never to have safer sex ever again!! I have happy memories of being fucked raw while watching him in the background and wishing I was taking as many raw cocks and loads as he was! 💦😈☣️

Taking some kind of moral high ground on a bug chasing website forum is the funniest thing you'll see this year folks !!

Chad Douglas?

That hot moustache guy from the 70’s (80’s?) who fucked all those hot blonde boys. super masculine, dominant and a huge thick cock.

You've made your point, and I respect your opinion, but this isn't the forum for it. There are plenty of stories here with this sort of theme, and this one made it pretty clear in the title. That alone should have been enough indicator without it requiring a separate forum. Almost every forum here, chem or otherwise, includes some stories with aspects of coercion or non-consensual sex and other stories with more consensual themes. We all have the option to read them or move on to different stories. Please read what appeals to you and stop trying to shame us or censor what many of us clearly enjoy reading. I'm just here to get off and don't need a therapy session with my porn. There are stories here that appeal to all different imaginations, so there is plenty for each of us to appreciate. Have a wonderful holiday season.

Mmmm…..my cock is so hard right now.

Oh HELL yeah !!! I absolutely love a hairy man needing raw Cock up his gut ... the visuals are just crazy-making, the tactile sensation of rutting in a hairy Hole only add a whole 'nother dimension. And, if the hair extends out of the Hole and fans out across the small of his back, or even further, GRRRRRRRR !!! Love hair on the front too, particularly if it's nice and thick around the belly button. If he's on his back, and shoots his load, at least some Sperm will collect in that hairy belly button. If he's on his belly and shoots his load, all he has to do is rub around on the sheet (or whatever), and smear the Sperm around in the fur. And that's a sweet dessert indeed. With a big, fat, filthy grin: It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

Sounds like me, I am furry...

I started going to XXX bookstores as soon as I turned 18, and man, was my inner pig unleashed. After my first couple of visits, it became my goal to see how many cocks I could suck every single time. If I sucked 5, I HAD to suck 6. If I sucked 20, I HAD to suck 21.

l realize that not many faggots have been as lucky as me in being trained by an uncle or actually getting to suck your biological fathers cock, or the holy grail of getting fucked and bred by him. but I do know that most sub cumdumps like me have sucked off brothers, uncles, and cousins and getting fucked by them. so I wanna know how many of you fucksluts have sucked off your uncle or cousin or brothers and taken their loads down your throat? how many of you has gotten down on their hands and knees and been fucked up the ass bareback and cum inside by your brother, uncle or cousin like I have? once or twice or regularly? my total is 8 relatives who have blown their load into my throat. most of those have blown their load in my ass including over a thousand loads from the uncle who trained me to be a shameless pussyboy cumdumpster, take loads in public, be a bathhouse cumhole, get whored out and most importantly, always be willing to take anyones load.

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 had never been in with the 'cool' kids. At 5' 8", and always on the skinny side, I was to small for the football team and, if I had to be honest, I didn't find much that I had in common with the other kids at school. It didn't help that as I hit puberty the transformation of my body was less dramatic than I had expected, and for an 18 year old guy, I was left looking somewhat effeminate. I don't know if this was the reason, or it was a combination of reasons, but tonight when I arrived at a party of a school friend, things went downhill fast. The jock kids noticed my arrival and immediately the sniggers and comments began. "Hey Jordan! Why don't you bring those pretty lips over here and learn how to please a real man" yelled Craig, one of the stars of the basketball team. I turned bright red and tried to walk away, but Craig wouldn't let-up, and yelled "Hey, where do you think you're going? I've got a three day load with your name on it pussy boy. Mouth or ass, I don't care. After all you’re just a fucking faggot hole for me to dump a load in." All his friends laughed as I ran from the room. When I got outside I paused to catch my breath. As I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks, I wiped them away, and also decided to go home - I didn't want to be in the same room with those fucks again. I started the long walk back to my place as I had been given a lift by my sister and she wasn't due back for hours, so it made sense to walk back and clear my head. I was about a mile down the road before I realised just how quiet it was. I checked my watch and it was a little after midnight. As I walked along the road absorbed in my thoughts, I heard a car approaching, and, as it neared, I sensed it was slowing down, and sure enough, a pickup pulled up along side me and the driver called-out "Hey kid, what you doing walking by yourself on the road at this time of night?" As I squinted into the cab I saw an older guy, probably mid 40's with steel blue eyes and dark brown crew cut. He looked built, and I could see from the light in the cab that he had massive arms and a thick muscled chest. "I'm heading home from a party that didn't end as well as I had hoped" I replied. "Get in kid. I'll give you a lift. It ain't safe to be walking around at this hour." I looked at him hard for a second, judging whether I should get into a car with a stranger before accepting his offer. "Thanks, Mr…." I started. "Matt" he cut in. "Oh, hey, thanks Matt, I'm Jordan" I replied. "Get in kid, I don't wanna be out all night" I walked round the cab and jumped in. As we headed off down the road I gave him my address, to which he grunted an acknowledgement. I stared out the window, as he didn't seem particularly talkative. As I looked out I saw his reflection in the glass, I found myself admiring his features. He looked so muscled and strong, I found myself imagining him without his shirt on, and within seconds I was starting to get hard. I had been looking at his reflection so long that by the time I glanced out the window I realised I had no idea where we were, all the houses had been replaced by tree flashing past the window. "Where are we? Did you miss my turn off?" I asked. "We aren't going to your house boy" he replied, "we're going to my place. I saw the way you were looking at me, you and me are gonna have some fun." Fear flashed through me and I started to protest, "Look mister I don't know what you're talking about but I need to go home, just let me out here and I will find my own way back." Just as I spoke we turned off the main road and into a driveway, as the pickup drove down the long drive I saw an old house come into view. It looked like an old farm cottage and from best I could tell we were miles from anything. "Listen here, boy. You're coming inside with me. I saw the way you were looking and I know you want a piece of my cock." With that Matt jumped out the cab, walked around to my door and opened it, roughly grabbed my arm, and yanked me from the pickup and towards the house. I tried to break away from him but he had a tight grip on my arm and I was tiny in comparison to his muscled body. Holding me in front of himself, he pushed me down the walk and through the front door. Once inside, he pinned me up against the wall, and finally I could appreciate how much bigger than I was Matt. He stood about 6' 4", and he looked like he was made of 230 pounds of solid muscle. As I looked up at him with frightened eyes, he dropped his hand onto my shoulder and pushed me onto my knees. "Please, let me go! I don't know what you're doing but I just want to go home" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he barked at me. "Tonight you're gonna find out what a sissy faggot like you is made for. Open up my jeans and get my cock out, bitch." I hesitated not knowing what I should do, but apparently I hesitated too long because *SLAP* - my face stung as he hit me. "I won't tell you again, boy. Open up my jeans and get your mouth on my cock!" he ordered. Terrified of being hit again, or worse, I started to undo the buttons on his jeans. As I undid each button a pair of white briefs came into view. When I had them all undone I was faced with a wall of muscled thighs and between them an enormous engorged cock, barely contained beneath the thin white material. I watched in fascination as a small wet patch appeared at his cock head, turning the white material clear with precum. "Don't just sit there drooling boy, get that fucker out and in your mouth" he demanded. This being my first time on my knees, I gingerly peeled his briefs down, and taking his thick cock in my hand, I started to slowly suck on the head of his cock. I couldn't believe that I was actually kneeling between the legs of such a hot daddy, and with his enormous tool in my mouth. "What the fuck are you doing boy? Don't pussy about with it, suck that cock!" he roared as he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on his eight-inch meaty cock. I gasped for air as he forced it deeper down my throat. I could feel the massive head slide down my neck and triggering my gag reflex. He heard me start to gag and barked "Harden the fuck up faggot! You're going to be doing this plenty more, so you better learn how to take it. If you puke on my cock I'll crush your pathetic little balls." I swallowed hard as I tried to stop from puking and with a lot of effort I was able to settle into a rhythm of him plowing my throat all the way down till my nose was buried in his pubes. He fucked my face for about five minutes, then suddenly he stopped and pulled out. I was so thankful. Finally I could breath properly. As I gasped on the ground it occurred to me what I must look like: my face wet with spit and precum smeared all over it, my lips red and raw from the vicious face fucking I had taken - just like a dirty cocksucker. "Time for your next lesson on how to please a real man, faggot" he barked at me, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his massive shoulders. He carried me into a room which, from the large wooden-framed bed in the centre of the room, I judged to be the master bedroom. He threw me down on the mattress and as I tried to comprehend what had just happened, I felt him snap a handcuff onto each of my wrists, attaching the other end to the head board. "So faggot, you like to get fucked?" he asked. "Please! No! I have never been fucked; I have never been with anyone before! Just let me go, we can forget about all this" I pleaded. "A virgin pussyboy. Well I'll be damned. This IS gonna be fun" he replied, ignoring my pleas. "How old are you boy?" he asked. "I was 18 two weeks ago, sir" I replied, hoping my age might sway him to release me. "Damn, boy. Eighteen? I'm gonna wreck you so bad no one is ever gonna believe you are 18 ever again" he laughed at me. I watched as he grabbed a knife from his side table and quickly cut off my tshirt and shorts, leaving me naked and bound on the bed. Then he stood back and admired his work, watching me squirm uncomfortably on the bed. Approaching me, he roughly grabbed both my legs and yanked them up, exposing my tight boy ass, a sharp gasp signifying his approval as he admired my virgin hole, only, to my utter surprise, to lean over to explore my hole with his tongue. I squirmed with pleasure as his stubble rubbed against my ass, and his probing tongue made me buck and writhe on the bed. I let out a loud gasp, which, when he heard, lead him to snicker "You like that don't ya faggot? I tell you there is nothing as sweet in this world as 18 year old virgin boy pussy." I could only grunt in response. He ate my hole for about ten minutes, slowly opening me up wider and wider. Then, as quickly as he had started eating me out, he dropped my legs back to the bed. I remember gazing up at his muscled frame, still reeling from the feelings he had brought to my ass. "Ok boy, time for the main event." It suddenly dawned on me what was coming next. "Please sir, can't I just suck you?" I tried one last time to reason with him. He laughed in response, "Hell no boy. I've got a four day load in these balls that's gonna be the first load of man juice to get pumped into that perfect little cunt."\ I looked up at him terrified; he was fisting his cock through the front of his jeans. I watched him reach over and grab the lube, slick up his cock and position it at my virgin hole. "WAIT! Please if you're going to fuck me, at least wear a condom!" I pleaded. "You ain't good enough for a condom, fag. You're just a hole for me to plant my babies in" he replied. And with that, I watched him line-up his massive cock with my tiny pink hole and push his engorged head against it. He pushed hard and my puffy cunt lips finally surrendered and I had his fat cock head inside my ass. Terrified by this man barebacking me I tried to struggle against the handcuffs but it was no use. He had my thighs held tight and he used them to slowly pull me backwards onto his cock. As I looked down the length of my body, my eyes wide open with shock, I could see inch after inch disappear into my hole, and, in under thirty seconds his entire eight inch cock had been eaten by my hungry hole. "Damn, you're tight fag, but that hole just ate my whole dick. You sure this is your first time?" he sneered down at me. He flexed his dick and I cried out. "ANSWER ME BOY WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION!" he shouted. "Yes sir, it is my first time" I whimpered. "Then I guess this cunt was just made for my fat cock to plow then, wasn't it?" I didn't reply and so received another slap across the face. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY, BOY?" he roared. "Yes sir. My cunt was made for your fat cock to plow" I sobbed. And on hearing my reply, he started to slide his massive cock in and out of my no-longer-virgin hole. Each punch of his cock deep in my guts made me moan with a mix of pleasure and pain. His bulbous cock head felt like it was raking my insides over and over, stretching my ass lips every time he pulled all the way out, only to pile drive his cock back in a few seconds later. He looked down at his cock disappearing into my hole and smirked, "Well, I guess that answers that question" he said as I watch him slide down to my ass and touch it. "You're all torn up faggot, bleeding all over my cock." I didn't know what he meant and instead of slowing down or stopping this revelation only seemed to make him fuck me harder. He leaned down close to me, his face inches from mine and his massive muscled body completely covering my own lithe figure. I watched as sweat dripped off his face and onto me as he rutted wildly in my now destroyed boy pussy. I watched his eyes change and his face went red as his cock slammed harder into my hole. I'm gonna breed you boy, I'm gonna fill you up with a big toxic daddy load. You're gonna have my babies in you, my toxic babies, and then no one is gonna want you faggot ass pussy ever again." I stared at him blankly trying to work out what he meant. Seconds later he froze and I felt his engorged cock head expand in my ruined cunt, and I could feel the jets of thick white hot cum travel up his long shaft and pump into my guts. "TAKE MY FUCKING POZ LOAD, YOU FILTHY FUCKING WHORE!" he yelled. Suddenly it made sense, the terror overwhelmed me as I realised that right at this moment his fat cock was blasting a massive load of poz cum deep into my destroyed ass. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed, but it was too late. Even as I went to try and kick him away, he was already pulling his massive cock from my gaping hole. The deed was done. "Not a bad fuck, boy" he said as he re-snapped the buttons on his jeans. "Why did you do it?" I choked out as the tears came. "Someone was gonna poz your stupid cunt sooner or later boy, and I always get what I want" he replied. I tried to roll over and cry into the mattress, I was still sobbing when a minute later I felt him shove a large object in my gaping hole. "A butt plug boy, to make sure my boys don't leak out of that slutty hole" he said. I cried harder into the mattress. "At least until our other guests arrive tonight…" he trailed off.

I was out running errands when I realized I was close to Vince's apartment. We were newish boyfriends and were still getting to know each other. We did not have plans but I decided to surprise him. He answered the door with a big drunken grin on his face. "Hey everybody, the boyfriend is here," he shouted as he pulled me into the apartment. Vince always called me boyfriend. I began to wonder if he even knew my name. I had to introduce myself to his friends. They all worked at the post office and were enjoying end of the work week drinks. There was Dale, the senior of the group, probably about fifty-eight as ordinary a specimen of manhood you could find. Next was Phillip, a stocky guy, thirty-ish with thick black hair who was some flavor of ethnic I would not begin to decipher. He had a smile that was all kinds of trouble. Lastly was the delicious Kevin, a twenty-something otter with a beautiful beard and very hairy forearms. I was supplied with a beer and a double shot of Southern Comfort and was soon as happy as the rest of the crowd. We sat around drinking and bullshitting until Kevin tried to stand up. He tottered back down and into me. I was not complaining. Lets just say I got very handsy helping him get erect. Vince suggested I put him in the extra room. The extra room as Vince called it was basically a giant junk drawer but it did have a davenport in it, yes I said davenport. I gladly manhandled Kevin to the room but when I tried to let him down to sleep he protested saying he could not sleep in his clothes. Too hot! Who was I to insist he remained clothed? I helped him out of his garments and oh sweet Jesus what a sight. All that gorgeous fur on his slim body. I boned up immediately but did resist fondling my boyfriend's workmate, that is until he lay down on his stomach and presented his hairy ass for my full viewing pleasure. I love cock, can't get enough cum but there is something about a really hairy ass that turns my crank. There was no way I was not going to eat that ass. God, Vince and a troop of nuns could have walked in at that moment and I would still have eaten that ass. I immediately buried my face in his crack. Kevin giggled but did not protest in the least. So much for loyalty from friend or boyfriend. His legs splayed as I got to work and his hole opened up for my invasion. It was better than good, it was fantastic. I petted and smoothed the fur on his cheeks as I tried in vain to push my head up his ass. I knew I should make it quick. Have my ass snack and get out but the throbbing meat in my pants would not let me leave. The way Kevin was moving his hips back and forth and up indicated to me he was fine just as things were. I had to fuck that hole. If I fuck a hole its getting my load deep. No condoms, no pulling out. I was loath to remove my tongue from his silky sheath. It tasted so wonderful. My cock would not be ignored. I quickly unzipped and yanked my meat free. This was going to be a clothed fuck. I couldn't risk getting naked although I longed to feel that furry body on my skin. My cock rested in his hairy crack seeking entry. Grinding into him I told him I was going to fuck him. Kevin moaned. "Tell my you want it," I insisted. "Beg me to breed your hole." He mumbled something into the cushion. I turned his head and kissed him. "Say it bitch, say you want my nut deep in your ass or I walk." Kevin sobered up enough to beg for my cock. He pleaded to be bred and fucked and bred again. I pushed in and gasped at the gorgeous heat of his chute. His puckered hole gripped my cock hard, his pulsing ring massaged me to extreme hardness. I had to pause or shoot my load before I could give him a proper rogering. Kevin was an insatiable bottom. He began to fuck himself on my cock bucking and writhing beneath me. I let him have his way for a moment but I was the fucker. I pushed his hips back down resting the head of my dick at the entry to his hole, then plunged. We both moaned without restraint and my animal instincts took over. I fucked that hot otter like I hated him, pile driving my meat as hard as my lust driven muscles could manage. He melted into a hairy horny cum receptacle and I was the god of jizz that would bestow that gift on him. My eyes started to roll in my head as the orgasm began to tighten my sack and rage through my cock to explode out my piss hole in a jet of creamy man juice. Kevin knew he was being bred and he shuddered with the euphoria of accepting my DNA deep into his guts. I collapsed on him my clothes damp with sweat and my breath ragged with exertion. I wanted a nap. I wanted to stay inside Kevin until dooms day. My overworked cock had other ideas as the poor guy deflated. Kevin's hole agreed with me as it tried in vain to keep hold of my meat. I had to taste his cummy hole. I was back in heaven as my tongue dug deep for a taste of my own sperm. His creamy chute was hotter and tastier and being well fucked opened even wider to my invading oral intruder. Kevin began grinding his erection into the cushion careful to go slow enough so as to not dislodge my tongue. We worked in unison to bring off his nut. As much as I would have liked to swallow his load I was content to eat ass while he rubbed one off into the cushion. A long low moan and the sudden grip of his pucker on my tongue was the only indication that Kevin had achieved ejaculation. It sent a wave of blood to my cock and I was tempted to have another go at his hole but a slight snore from the otter told me our moment was over. With one last kiss to each hairy cheek I adjusted my stiffy, zipped and turned out the light. I quietly closed the door behind me and returned to the living room. Vince was sprawled on the love seat, his long frame dangling comically over the arm rests. He was asleep. Phillip too was conked out on the armchair a half drunk beer wedged in his crotch. Dale sat on the couch all too sober with a knowing grin on his face. I paused but smiled when I noticed the tent in his pants. He crooked a finger at me beckoning me over. "Let me have a taste of Kevin's ass," he said. With a glance at Vince I thought 'In for a penny, in for a pound'. I walked over passing by Phillip to grab the half drunk beer from his crotch and stood in front of Dale. He fished out my cock still slick with ass juice, spit and cum. I downed the beer tossing the can aside as I watched Dale feast on my meat. He was no stranger to cock and very good at reading my likes and dislikes. I began to wonder where this was going to lead. He let me know soon enough. "You made Kevin beg for your load and now its time for you to beg for mine," he ordered. We both glanced over at the blissfully sleeping Vince. "I want to fuck you right here in front of your boyfriend. I want your cheating ass within smelling distance of his snores." My cock throbbed and my hole spasmed but still I hesitated. I liked Vince, maybe was starting to fall in love. I certainly did not want to hurt him but the call of nature was loud in my ears and when a man orders you to bend over its a no brainer. Dale was calling the shots and I had no regrets once he undressed. He might be a plain as white bread with his baggy thrift store clothes but underneath his firm lightly muscled body belied a masculinity that promised a thorough breeding. I was a goner. He bent me over my face near Vince's as I braced myself for the onslaught. Dale wedged his face in my crack pushing spit in my hole in preparation for the fuck. He stopped to insist I let him know what I wanted. "Your load," was my answer. "Tell me all about it," he wanted more. With a twist of my nuts I understood the situation. "I want your raw cock in my hole," I pleaded. "Fuck my cheating ass, breed me." Dale moaned in my crack as my words spurred him on. "I need your nut man. Use my ass, make me yours." With a groan Dale reluctantly removed his tongue and stood pressing the head of his cock at my greedy pucker. "Back into me boy," he demanded. I complied my eyes nearly crossing at the blissful stretch of my hole as his thick meat took up residence in its cramped quarters. Once he bottomed out I was now half in love with Dale. The heat and hardness of his rod sending waves of pleasure through me. He began slowly letting the thrill of our mating pace itself. I gazed at Vince. His handsome face adorable in its slumber. I lightly kissed his slightly parted lips letting my tongue ever so carefully graze them. They parted even more. My eyes flew open to examine my boyfriend for any sign of alertness. He slept on. Daringly I pushed my tongue deeper tasting the beer fumes of his breath. Dale fucked harder. I knew better than to touch my cock. The thrill of tongue raping my sleeping boyfriend while his co-worker abused my ass had me right on the edge. I was in bareback fuck mode and needed my hole thoroughly banged and seeded. I pressed back making sure Dale understood how much I loved his cock in my hole, how much I needed him to unload his nut deep inside. I belonged to him at that moment to use as he wished. It was a righteous breeding. Eventually I had to abandon Vince to hold on tight as Dale revved up his efforts to deliver a truly brutal cornholing. I fucking loved it. Dales girthy meat had my hole hot and gaping as he delivered each thrust at a slightly different angle exploring every millimeter of my insides. When his nut came I thought he would break me so vigorous was the pounding he was meting out. I was putty in his hands even though his grip on my hips was nearly painful as he lost himself in the load his cock was jetting into me. I went to that special place you can only find when a real man is making you a part of him by injecting an essential part of himself. There is nothing in the world quite like taking a load. Its the best! When we calmed down Dale's cock showed no signs of flagging and I was not about to suggest he release me. As far as I was concerned Dale could bugger me all night long. A voice interrupted our post coital revelry. "Is this a party of two or can I join in." It was Phillip and he was stroking a monster of a cock. That smile was back on his face and I knew I was in for it. There was no way I could say no to a cock like that even though I doubted my ability to take such monumental column of man flesh. Dale put a stop to any thoughts of bailing. "I want to see that beast of a dick tearing up your cummy hole," he growled in my ear. "You'll get my second load after Phil here has plowed new territory for me." I involuntarily groaned with lust, need and terror. I knew it was going to be an ordeal but I wanted it. My greed for seed and the feel of cock invading my hole took over. These men could do whatever they wanted with me. My thoughts raced and I begged for a moment. I knew where Vince had a bottle of poppers in the freezer. I quickly retrieved it. Phillip was naked his cock looking even bigger and more sinister; the foreskin retracted completely revealing the pre-cum slicked head, red and shiny with the need to fuck. "On your back he ordered. I complied pulling my knees up to my chest. From my position next to the couch I could watch Vince as the men used me. My twisted mind loved it, my cock throbbed in anticipation of the three-way that was about to happen. Dale lowered his ass over my face being sure to hook my knees so Phillip could have easy access to my hole. I let my tongue leisurely slide across Dales puckered hole, taking my time savoring his crack. He pressed himself into me luckily suppressing the scream as Phil pushed his rampant cock into me. It took my breath away. In an act of supreme kindness Dale hopped off in order to feed me several long hits of the poppers. All the while Phillip never let up in his endless effort to stuff every inch of his python deep in my guts. The fat head of the serpent sought out new territory to explore as it inch further and deeper than I had ever experienced before. I was out of my mind with the wonder of being so thoroughly filled. Dale resumed position and I got to work with my own exploration of his ass. Dale was appreciative of my efforts grinding his ass into my face encouraging me to dig deeper. Dales asshole was my new bestfriend and I wanted to move in. God damn I love eating ass! Meanwhile Phillip had bottomed out and I was coming to terms with new arrangement of my insides. I was proud of myself and excited to have Phillip fuck and breed me. It proved to be a marathon. Dale finally had to move aside as the furious fucking Phillip delivered had me gasping for breath. Phillip clung to me like a limpet his cock anchoring him at one end and his tongue down my throat at the other. I knew he could taste Dale's ass on my lips and that only made him fuck harder. I didn't know being fuck like that, fucked so deeply and completely, that it took you to a whole different place in the erotic pantheon of sensations. It was incredible. I greedily bucked by hips wanting more and more cock. Phillip was a silent cummer as he spewed his seed so deep into me it would be several hours before I would begin to feel it ooze out of my puffy but well satisfied hole. Dale barely let Phillip enjoy his nut before before he pushed him aside for sloppy seconds or is that thirds? His second nut came quickly as his passions had escalated while watching Phillip skewer me with porn star quality dick. I happily received his load wondering if he could even feel anything as my hole felt wide open and slick with sperm. A quick glance showed me Vince was still off in dreamland. Liquor did have a tendency to put him in a coma. As a final surprise Kevin staggered out of the extra room his hard-on leading the way. He grinned at me and I knew I was going to get one more load. Kevin demanded I flip over so he could fuck me the way I had fucked him. I finally got to feel his pelt on my bare skin as he mounted me his entry eased by the jizz leaking out of my well fucked hole. I pushed my ass back greedy for his cock. Kevin was a tender lover skewering me with slow but passionate thrusts. He nibbled at my neck and shoulders. With a shudder he released his load into me and I came for a second time that night as my bone rubbed one out into the carpet. With guilty laughs we all grabbed wet towels to clean off and dress. I tentatively suggested we might do it again perhaps without sleeping beauty in attendance. The next morning Vince asked me what was wrong with my back. A look in the mirror revealed some minor rug burns, evidence of Phillip and Dale's energetic fucking. My cock boned up thinking about it. I mentioned something about exercising on the carpet before pushing Vince down on the bed. He tried to beg off but I needed to fuck. It was pump and dump, a boning for my pleasure only. I was fucking Vince but I thought of Kevin. I was going to have to do something about that.

Accepting that I'm a cocksucker has given me purpose. I grew up with a lot of social anxiety and I've always beat myself up for being shy, being cowardly, not speaking up for myself at work, not talking to the girl I really want, not being "alpha" enough. These things can make you feel terrible inside, like you're worthless, not good enough. I've always felt like I'm not brave. I'm afraid of a lot of things. I'm not the type of person to jump into a freezing cold pool. I'm not a person that will just take the plunge or do something in the moment. I've never been in a fight. If someone was bullying me, I won't defend myself as best as I could. All of these things make me feel insecure, weak, cowardly. But at a certain point I realized, I shouldn't feel bad about being this way. I should just accept that this is my nature, this is who I am. So I'm a beta and not an aggressive dominant guy. I feel inferior to other men. So What? There's nothing wrong with that. I only began to become comfortable with this realization after I began to accept that my role and purpose was to be a cocksucker. Once I let cock have power over me, all of these things that made me feel bad about myself began to sexually turn me on. All the times I was bullied as a kid by other boys, that feeling of being inferior to other bigger stronger boys, with cocksucking, I like being bullied. I like to feel inferior, to be overwhelmed by that dominating male energy. When I'm sucking cock, I'm at peace and feel comfortable about who I am. I want to be submissive, I don't want to speak up for myself. I want to be told what to do. I want to be bossed around by a cock. I want a more powerful guy to bully me around, make me feel beneath him. That big penis ramming my throat is where I belong and what I deserve, and I love it. Going out on a Friday night and putting myself under pressure to hit on a girl and try to take her home just seems stressful, uncomfortable and a lot of work. Compare that with going straight to a man's bed and feeling that big fleshy mushroom head in your mouth and getting fed a warm salty load, it's pure enjoyment and all you have to do is just be a cocksucker. Ultimately, I feel like we're most alive when we give up control. We try to control everything in our lives, and that's how we stay in our comfort zones and never end up truly living. It's when we give up control that we are brave, fighting against our fears to do something. Everyone does this in different ways in life, but for me, that's pleasuring men and sucking cocks. That moment a man's pants come down and I first see his cock, it's an act of bravery putting it in my mouth, pushing away all the fears and worries about what society thinks about it, what my friends and family would think etc. It's brave just to give into your desires, to give up control and let this man and this cock give you a purpose. Once I take that leap and touch his cock, my only purpose is to do anything this guy wants to make him feel good. The cock comes first, I come second. This cock controls my world until it cums. When he demands I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, that's my version of jumping into a cold pool. I'm not brave enough to jump in a pool or out of a plane, or to go talk to that girl, or fight the bully, but I'm brave enough to open my mouth for his load. Straight men aren't brave enough to do something like this. They'd be cowards compared to me. That makes me feel worthy and valuable. This is a way I get to feel powerful. It takes guts to allow yourself to be used, to give up your free will and do whatever this guy needs to get his maximum pleasure. In the end, I feel like men give me purpose. Sucking their penises gives me a reason to be who I am. Making them cum gives me a goal, even if it's just small a 20 minute goal. Being submissive and eating their sperm lets me feel brave and fearless. In reality, I'm not weak, inferior, or worthless; I'm just a good cocksucker 😄 Curious if anyone else feels this way, I know we all suck for different reasons...

That’s how I feel now but at 15 I was still learning how to be a good bottom.

When I was in high school I hooked up with a much older guy and I noticed right away he had warts on his cock so I asked him to wrap up but as he was fucking me it was really bothering me that he wasn’t going to cum in me to I took it off him and took my chances. lol I got anal warts… it cleared pretty quick and I don’t regret it because it was kinda hot and a few guys were really into my hole like that.

And you😋😋😋😋😋

Depends on the car. With a decent back seat you can push the front seats all the way forward to open up a nice bit of space for shenanigans, something I have done more than once. With a nice bit of head room you can push the passenger seat into recline and then climb on top of the occupant. If the aim is to keep the doors closed and cold night air at bay then the options can become limited.

Maybe it's me but if u allow tops to enter your ass bareback it automatically means i give him the permission to shoot his load into my ass. some guys do ask that sometimes before cumming and i find it a weird question. u are bare inside me, yes sure u can load me up with ur sperm

I am now going down that path. Been sucking cock for years, been ducked a few times with condoms. But recently been fucked bare. I like it so much better. The guy that fucked me had so much precum my hole was really lubed from it. His cock felt so good. He pulled out and shot a huge load on my cock and balls. He is coming back to meet me on 12/7 I want him to fill my aass with his load of cum. It just feels,to good.

Hey I like this question. I thought of John Holmes , and Jeff Palmer. Some of his stuff when I was running around as a 20 year old was influential for sure, that’s when I was like. Fuckit I’m taking whatever they shoot in me, and I’m not getting stressed about it. Thinking of Holmes ducking around as thin Poz pornographic actor was a turn on as y’all might expect

i've had similar exxperiences. After lots of thought and introspection i've come to understand where some of my ambivalent feelings come from: cultural conditioning against our nature/need/desire/reality. This first time a Top pissed inside of me was a "surprise." It happened with a regular Top FB who knew me pretty well and He risked crossing that blurred line of advise and consent with me. i was used to Him contacting me when He wanted to breed and i would always be waiting for Him naked and prone on my bed, door open for Him. Sometimes blindfolded, but really didn't see Him either way since i was prone, so it was a visually anonymous dynamic. He'd typically come in, undress, mount me and breed, then leave. Sometimes He 'talked dirty' to me, others He was silent. But it wasn't a completely anonymous relationship because we got to know each other pretty well through communicating by email where we exchanged information on who and how we were sexually. i knew He was a Top with some Dom, and He knew i was a bottom with some sub, so even though He had not outright asked if He could piss in my ass, He knew me well enough to realize it would probably be not only okay, but a real connecting place. He was right. The first time when He started pissing in me after breeding me, i was startled and He immediately started whispering in my ear asking me to take it, telling me how good it felt to Him. That was all it took to connect to the bottom and sub in me, and i suspect He was pretty confident i would respond that way. my startled response turned to being really turned on, and He could discern that and affirmed it, saying: "that's right, you like it don't you? you like that i am making you My piss slut?" And i heartily agreed, it was true. i see a Tops piss as another form of seed, especially when He connects to it that way, so for me this was a 'surprise breeding.' He tapped into a natural desire in me and overcame my conditioning against piss and being pissed in. He did take a calculated risk, but it paid off for both of us. i have found lots of things like this in my journey. For me, it's the same with soft domination where a Dom uses 'soft' humiliation/degradation. What i have come to realize is the feelings of humiliation/degradation/embarrassment i experience are responses that have been conditioned into me, the reason they are so arousing for me is because the acts that evoke them are also deeply affirming. Using my above example: the Top who pissed in me progressed that to a place where He called me His toilet and He got pleasure in having me acknowledge that i was and that i liked being that. It was/is embarrassing, even writing this, to admit that. And in general culture, i'd get plenty of disdain and shock from people if they knew or overheard that, and would probably turn beat red with humiliation and embarrassment at the degradation if it happened, but at the same time, i'd be deeply aroused because i'm a bottom with sub and love when a Top gets pleasure with me and puts His pleasure in me.

I have 11 uncles! I was molested by one who I did not like, wah, and lusted after another who never touched me. He could have done anything he wanted to me at any time but unfortunately was not inclined in that direction or at least did not pick up on the fact I wanted his cock in me. I am jealous of guys who have had the experience I craved. It’s not for everyone of course, as for me getting fucked by my uncle would have made me a happy camper. I still would bend over for him.

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

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

Reserved room today! Excited!! 😈🐽

did you suck your dads cock like me?

The arcade in an adult bookstore was the place where I first had a man suck my cock, and where I fucked a man bareback. One night as I was pumping my cum inside some random guy, I told him I was filling him up with my poz load. He yelped in fear, and ran out of the booth. Funny thing, was I wasn’t poz

Awesome, I do tell my partners, just wanted to get in on the dialogue

I really liked it when guys would shove their hand up my ass but the first time I got gangfisted I was hooked. something about laying there, blindfolded in a public sling while stranger after anonymous stranger shove their forearm up my ass as far as they can, turning it into a sloppy, gaped out pussy for guys to pump loads into. the more I get, the more I want.

I destroy your ass but with the thong on, I love tgirls who fuck in lingerie, I love to stain them with semen. As a top, I love that, feeling the semen of other men in the ass that I'm fucking, but I really enjoy everything oral: the felching to swallow the whipped sperm, sucking his swollen "clitoris" to swallow his bitch sperm, kissing his mouth to feel the taste of the cocks she has swallowed, piss them in her mouth, lick her fucking sweat. As Bottom, in addition to the oral sex that I already said is my favorite, I have two special moments, the first is when they enter for the first time, that abrupt attempt to enter makes me morbid, and the other is when they accelerate to unload their sperm I cry out rape me.

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.

Thanks for the comments guys I was 14 the last time I wrote a story like this so it's nice to get feedback

Yeah! Both Ethan ad Anton could poz my neg hole! I love the way they fuck their bottoms...both don't seem to care about them...just using them! That gets me HOT!!!! Ethans Bio Tattoo is way too hot!

Jake Wetmore. He fuck's everyone's hole, takes anyone's cock up his hole, enjoys giving piss enemas, he's verbal, a total pig... In my opinion, he's the one performer who comes across the most genuine when fucking on camera...you can just see it in his face that he's loving every second of it. His pleasure is almost tangible.

Steve Parker. Best BB fuck king!!

Joining the Gang-Part 4-The Next Week Every day over the next week seemed to go about the same. I would wake up and jump in the shower. I would then get dressed in baggy short and t-shirt with no underwear. I grab a nice breakfast and head over to the skate park where we would hang out. Right after I arrived at the skate park I’d go into the bath room with one of the guys and he’d slam me up for the day. Then we would skate around and I would be pulled into the bushes to suck dick or get fucked. Around dinner time we would grab a couple pizzas and head over to the gang house where we’d play video games and I would suck some more dick and get fucked a few more times before I would head home and crash for the night. This went on every day of the week until the day I got really sick. I thought I was going to die. I was sore all over and couldn’t keep anything down. I was lying in bed thinking I was going to die when my phone rang. It was our gang leader wanting to know “Why ain’t your skinny ass here at the skate park boy?” I let him know “I am so damn sick bro, I think I’m gona die!” I just heard him laugh on the other end and then he told me “We’ll be right over bro.” About half and hour later I hear the front door open and a lot of footsteps coming up the stairs when my bedroom door opened up and the entire gang walked through my bedroom door. “What are all you guys doing here?” “We are here to take care of you bro, you’re our brother. We take care of our own and one of us is sick we all are there to help him.” Two of them shucked off their shorts, shirts & shoes and helped me out of bed and into the shower. I’ve showered in gym with other guys before but never like this. They held me up and washed me down. It felt pretty good to get all cleaned up. Once I was out of the shower and feeling a little better I was given a slam and then each guy took a turn fucking my ass. I didn’t really feel up for this but after I was given the slam I was more than ready. I took a load from each member before I was but back in bed and allowed to sleep. When I woke up they were still there watching over me. When my parents got home from the church they told them that it looked like I had the flu bug that a few of them had recently. Nothing to worry about and that I should be better in a few days. Every day I was sick the guys came over and spent the day with me. Each day started the same; right after my parents left they would get me up and in the shower, then I was given a slam and each would fuck me. And they were so right after being sick for 3 days I felt like my old self. That first morning I felt better the guys came over and I was already showered, dressed and ready to go skate. Things changed some for me. We’d get to the park and I get my slam but I was never pulled into the pushes to suck dick or even get fucked. I was starting to miss the action. Even that night at the house was different for me.

And one I left out... Is it the man (or men) who established and run bareback websites, where we all congregate to cruise, hook up, and discuss this issue that is at the very center of our lives? Could it even be our very own rawTOP?