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BRADEN GOES TO THE PARTY WITH RYAN: As we entered a series of warehouses and walked into a large, dimly lit room, the music blasting and bass deeply pumping, I smelled the sweat and testosterone from hundreds of guys. The room was hot. I looked around and most guys were shirtless. It was a warehouse kind of place, lights flashing, a large bar on the left, a dance floor in the middle toward the right and a series of hallways that led off from there, presumably to a bathroom or two and some other smaller rooms. The music was fucking awesome! I looked over at my brother. He took my hand and pulled me through the crowd to the bar. Two shots and two beers appeared. I grinned at my big brother as we toasted the whiskey and then chased it with beer. I watched my brother down the entire beer in one gulp and tried to follow him. I spilled a little but kept gulping. He laughed at me and ordered us another beer each. Ryan – I fuckin’ love gulping beer here, bro. Gets u nice and buzzed, and tanked up, too. I looked at him and just grinned, nodding. He was crazy. But crazy in a way I loved. As I looked around, my eyes adjusting to how dim the room was, I noticed a huge range of guys. Every color, shape, and size. Young fit guys, older bears, twinks, jocks, daddies, cubs, and even trolls lurking around. I felt a certain attraction to all of them. Ryan – Like what you see, bro? Me – Yeah, Ry. I fucking love this place! Ryan – Figured! You eager slut! OK. Time for your first test. Ryan grabs my hand and pulls me with him through the crowd. Guys weren’t shy about feeling me up. Grabbing my ass. Even slapping it a bit as we pass. We go down a hallway, turn and into what turned into another room. The music is loud, I can smell smoke from cigarettes and weed, and it is really dark. We go down a hallway that winds around a bit. Then enter a small room. I see a hot young twink on his knees sucking a guy off and an older daddy kneeling in front of a hole in the wall, licking at a throbbing hard cock. Ryan pushes me toward a corner with a hole in each wall. He looks me in the eyes and nods. I nod back at him. Then I drop to my knees and move my mouth close to the hole. I can barely see anything but some commotion. Then a cock slides through. I have no idea whose it is or what he looks like. But the dick is almost totally hard, cut, about eight inches, and leaking precum. It’s red and chafed, probably belonging to some old white guy. I look up at my brother as I open my mouth and go down on it. I moan to myself as I wrap my lips around this dick and suck down as far as I can. My forehead hits the wall and I feel him press harder into my throat. It tastes so fucking good. I worship it. Sucking on it. I feel its slick sides and a couple bumps along the shaft. I suck down harder, really working this dick. I want to show my brother what an expert cocksucker I am. I know he loves seeing me do this! I feel my brother’s hand sliding down the back of my shorts, his finger probing my hole. Mmmmmmmm it feels amazing. His fingers are wet. My ass is still wet from his load, but I can feel he is making sure…opening me up a bit more. Ryan pulls my head off the cock and kisses me. Ryan – Good job Braden, you look so damn hot sucking dick through a glory hole! Me – Thank you, Ry! I look around and there is a small group of guys crowding around, watching. All of them rubbing their bulge, and a couple pulling their cocks out. Ryan pulls me up to my feet. Ryan – OK bro, I know you’re loving this. But time to show me what a nasty dirty cock slut you really are! I undo my shorts and kick them off onto the dirty floor. Bulging in my jock, I keep starring right into Ryan’s eyes. I reach behind me and grab the hard dick I was just sucking. Stroking it. I line it up to my ass as Ryan pushes poppers under my nose. Ryan – Fuck yeah, Braden. Ohhh fuck yah, you’re gonna do it, aren’t you!? Me – Mmmmmm yeah, Ryan, you like seeing me this way? You want to see me let a stranger fuck me bareback through a glory hole, giving him my innocent 18-year-old ass to use? Ryan – You’re not innocent, Braden! Don’t lie to me, bitch! Ryan slaps me across the face. It stings. But I hold still and moan just a bit, smiling. Ryan – Tell me what you really are….tell me, bitch! Ryan spits in my face. I moan, feeling the tip of the cock press on my smooth hole. Me – Mmmmm fuck yeah bro, I’m a dirty cum dump cock slut that lives for this. All I want is to get used by men and make them feel good. I live for cock! I press back on the dick. Letting it pop into me, sliding past my ring and into my wet hole. I groan real loud and my mouth opens wide. Ryan – Ohhhh fuck yeah, Braden. Fucking take it! Ohhhh yeah faggot, show me how much you love taking random, anonymous, bare cock! I push my ass back hard against the wall, the random cock sinking deep into me as I feel him start to fuck me through the hole. I moan out, groaning as I give my smooth teen ass up to this random fucker through the wall. Ryan – How’s that cock feel, bro? You fucking LOVE it, don’t you!? Me – I do, I fucking love everything about it. I want him to get off using me. Proving that I’m a cumdump faggot. I’ll do whatever he needs to get off! Ryan – You love everything about a man’s cock, don’t you? Me – Oh yes! Ryan – Love everything that it can give you? Me – Oh yes, everything! Ryan – You really are a slutty swimmer boi! Ryan stands up in front of me. Pulls out his cock and holds it at my face. Without warning, a hard yellow stream of hot piss shoots out and hits me right in the face! I hear some of the guys around us cheer. I open my mouth as I feel the stream of piss spray my face and start to run down my chest, soaking my shirt. I keep pressing hard on the wall while the cock fucks me. I milk his shaft as he pounds in and out of me. I really want to make him cum! A guy steps up behind my brother, grabbing his hips. I look at them both, grinning and moaning. I see Ryan nod as he puts his hands on the wall next to me. This older Latin guy lines his cock up to Ryan’s hole and starts to push in. It’s huge. At least nine inches. I moan as I watch him push all of it into my brother. Me – Fuck yeah, Ryan! I love what a slut you are! Take that cock bro! Ryan moans out, looking right at me as we both get deep dicked by some random fuckers in a dark corner of an underground club. The guy in me starts speeding up… Mmmm fuck yes! Ryan – Yeah bro, work your ass on that dick. Take his load! Me – Mmm oh fuck yeah, fucking breed me! CUM IN MY ASS! I moan out and clamp down on the dick that is pumping in and out of me! Guys around me are groaning and telling me to take the load. I hear the guy fucking Ryan bark at him while slamming in and out of his ass, “Yeah faggot, you want my dirty load, fucking bitch?” Ryan – Fuck yes, pump your dirty cum into my cunt, please, sir! Hearing Ryan beg turns me on so much. I parrot him. Me – Oh fuck yeah, pump my cum dump cunt full of your dirty cum, you nasty fuck! I want it in me! I look at Ryan and we both smile, groaning, moaning, and breathing fast. Ryan – Yeah bro, fucking take it! Both of the cocks fucking us seem to drive in hard at once. My brother and I moan together as we feel them throbbing inside us, spewing cum into our eager, hungry cum dump holes. I feel absolutely perfect. Happy. Thrilled. Eager for this. Slowly the cock in my ass pulls out from my ass. I see the guy who just bred my brother smile at me as he walks away. I look at my brother. Both of us are grinning ear to ear. I kiss him and we hug. Then I turn and look at the small group of guys who are jerking their cocks from the show we just put on. Ryan – I’m so proud of you Braden! Was that the first time you got fucked raw through a glory hole? I look at him and shake my head. Ryan –It shows, Braden. You look like a whore! Me – Thanks, Ryan. You too. I smile lovingly at my brother as I turn around and feel the strong rough hands from some masculine guy grab my hips, lining his hard dripping cock up to my freshly bred boi hole. I bite my lower lip and moan as he pushes into me. My brother nods at me. Ryan – Yeah Braden, fucking take that dick!

As a married guy I don’t get to take many trips on my own, but every now and then I have to go away for work or family. My most recent trip was for work, to Portland, OR. Workdays were short so I had lots of time to explore. I like the city of Portland, but since I was alone, I was thinking I might want to check-out this gay sex club I saw on the web. I don’t know what came over me, as I not usually this brazen. But I was really horny, and the idea of this place really turned me on. Besides, there’s no harm in just going in, watching what’s happening, and jacking off. The club was easy to find and get to – making myself go in…not so much. As a married man, it’s just not something one does. But my hardening dick said otherwise. I told myself, a step at a time. I opened the door, and the music came pumping out and a strange smell…it all lured me in. When I got to the counter, the guy there asked me if I wanted a locker or a room. I was confused at first. Then I thought, in case I needed a safe place to hide, I’d better get a room. After checking-in and getting my towel, I sat in my room a while wondering what I was doing there and what I expected to get out of coming. But I was there so I should join the party and check the place out. When it comes to gay sex, I’m only turned-on by the totality of raw, bareback fucking. So, I’m just here to stand on the sidelines and watch. Being a weeknight, I’m thinking it might not be too busy anyway. So, I finally take off my clothes, wrap the towel around my waist, and step outside my door. The music is pumping, and I did hear some very distinctive “sex” noises. I take a quick walk around, to get the lay of the land. There are spaces with no one, but others (like the steam room), that seem to have a good number of guys. Upstairs, in the cage room is where I see my first “action”. A middle-aged guy, kind of rough and sexy looking is getting his dick sucked by an older guy. The rough guy noticed me and made direct eye contact. I felt conspicuous just standing here so I beat feet and left. Guess I was more nervous than I thought. I told myself I’ll never see any action if I run away from it. Some time goes by, and I’ve seen some blow jobs at the glory holes, fucking in the video room (with a rubber – buzz kill). But now that the place was getting busier, and after hitting my brown bottle, I got less shy. And the place seemed a bit darker. So, as I made my way back to the lounge/cage area there were two guys in the lower section. And from the sound of things, I was sure they were fucking. There was this area behind a half-wall and rail where I could spy on the action. Sure enough, they were fucking hot and heavy. From this angle I couldn’t see the dick going in the ass, but soon enough, they changed positions and I saw the Top reinsert his RAW cock back in that hole. “Fucking A.” I thought. Finally, some real, gay sex. I was rubbing my bone under my towel when across the room I see this guy watching me. He couldn’t see the action, only me. “SHIT!” It’s the Rough Top I saw getting the BJ. Again, I got nervous and dashed away just as I heard the Top saying he was going to breed that bottom. DAMN! I missed it. Since they were nearby, I checked-out the glory holes. Always some raw cock sucking there. As luck would have it, I walked by and heard some “familiar” sounds coming from inside one of the cubes. I looked thru the glory hole itself and sure enough, someone was getting nailed. Could see if it was raw, but WTF, someone was getting fucked. I was on a less traveled section of the area, so I just leaned on the panel and watched thru the hole. The Top was getting close, and I almost lost it when he said, “You want my seed?” And the bottom said, “Fuck yeah.” I was about to cum with him when I felt uncomfortable. I looked over my shoulder and there he was, about 20 feet away. Mr. Rough. I could see he had his dick out from under his towel and was stroking it. It was about 8.5 inches, tapered head and shaft that got thicker at the base. And it had a slight upward curve. I stopped watching the scene below me and turned to check him out. He was far enough away that I didn’t feel the need to flee. He'd had an average body with some hair, and was about six feet in height. He was sexy and each time I'd seen him, he was watching me and not the other action. I then noticed I was still stroking my dick under my towel. I look-up again and he was gone. I thought it was odd, but I turned just in time to see the Top in the GH cube inject the bottom with his sperm. This whole time I didn’t touch anyone else. I just watched from a distance and stroke my dripping dick. Now I figured it was time to check-out the slings. I walked down a hallway and stopped at the corner of the wall going from the hall into the room. It was dark there and no one could see me - it was perfect. There is this young stud in the sling, legs up the chain and strapped in place. He was rubbing his dick while the top was on his knees licking and tongue fucking that hot bottom. The top was stroking his cock with warm oil. I could see clearly the oil bottle, so I knew they weren't going to be using a rubber. The site of this and the idea of some bare fucking got me really turned on. I started stroking my leaking boner under my towel. Soon thereafter the top stood-up and started rubbing his bare, oiled dick head over the moaning bottom's wet hole. "Can I just slip the head in a bit? I want to feel how good your hole is." "Okay." The bottom answered. With that the top pushed his head in and danced it around in that bottom's hot hole. Without another word, his whole dick slid into the bottom all the way to his balls. "OH, FUCK YEAH! That feels good," the bottom mutters. "I knew you'd like it," the top replies, adding "I'm going to fuck you good, then give you my hot load in your cunt. You want that don’t you, boy?" "Yes Sir," the boy answered. Oh my God! My dick is so hard and it's dripping a full stream of pre-cum down my shaft. I soooo wish I was that bottom boy. And, before I could complete that thought, I hear it whispered in my ear. "I know you're standing here wishing you were in that sling.” You think I would have jumped from being startled...but the voice was so sexy...and right, I just stood there, totally turned-on, and excited. Without notice, I feel a tongue licking the back of my ear and down my neck. I stopped breathing. “Here! Feel this." His hand grabbed my right wrist and pulled it back. I feel it contact a firm, solid cock. My hand wraps around it and I know in a moment it's the man that had been watching me. FUCK! I start to shake and panic. "SHHHH...just be calm, I know what you want, and I want to give it to you." He's now pulling me tightly into him. I'm pressed against his warm, bare chest. I feel his fur. My hand is still wrapped around that amazing cock. He whispers to me to slowly stroke it. I'm thinking to myself, "I'm not supposed to be with anyone here. I shouldn't be doing this." But I can't stop. His dick feels so damn good. Plus, it is my favorite type and shape. I then feel his left arm wrap around me. "I want to make you feel better than you ever have. I want to really fuck you like you've never been fucked. Will you let me do that?" "I shouldn't," I tell him. "I'm supposed to just stay alone, not be with anyone." I say. "Who says?" he replies. "No one...I mean, me. I know it's best if I don't get involved with anyone." “Well, too late now. You've got me too hot and hard, I can't just walk-away. Besides, you know what you want, and I know what you want. Now tell me boy, what is it you REALLY want?" "I can't say," I mumble. "Yes, you can, and you will say it. But first, let me make it easier." With that he drops my towel to the floor and holds a bottle of poppers under my nose. “Take a deep breathe through your nose and hole it, then let it out real slow.” I do so, and in moments my head is spinning. Fuck! I’m flying and feeling real horny. "Bend over a bit. You’re going to like this. I just want to feel your hole with my finger." I'm reluctant, so he pushes me a bit. I bend over and he instructs, "Now, spread your cheeks for me." I can’t help myself; I’m so horny I obey. I feel an oily finger push into my hole. He pushes it rather fast and deep. I pull away a bit because it stings a little because my ring is so tight, almost virgin. He rubs his finger around a bit, and I pull away his finger slips out as he comments "You have a hot, tight little pussy there boy. When were you last fucked?" "I don't remember. I mean, never…it's been a while." "Well, I think you're really going to like this fuck. Have you got a room?" Without waiting for an answer, he pushes me down the hall urging "Let's go." I lead him to the room where, once inside, all I want is to be fucked...actually fucked, not just pretend. I know this is not right. I can’t do this. Then this hot man looks me in the eyes and says, “Feeling really horny, aren't you? You ready for some real cock?" I can't answer but I was thinking to myself 'Fuck YES! I want HIS cock, but I'm not supposed to. "Come-on boy. Take another hit, on both sides this time, then get on your knees, on the bed, and show me that pussy. That hot, tight pussy. I want to fuck you." I inhale deeply in both nostrils and hold the hit as long as I can. Once I let it out, without thinking I get on my knees - I so want to be fucked. I want this man's dick so bad I can't think of anything else. He puts some oil over his head and shaft and starts rubbing that amazing head over my hole. FUCK! I want him in there, and as if reading my mind, he casually remarks "I'm going to push my dick head in you." "You got a rubber on?" I ask. "What do you think?" he asks. With that his head is in my hole. "FUCK MAN! You gotta put on a rubber!" "That's not what you want now is it?" He's fucking right. I’m so high from the poppers all I want is his bare cock. I want him to fuck me like men are supposed to fuck. I want his seed, I gotta have his cum in me. Without thinking anymore, my ass takes over. I push back and am met by his forward thrust. We both simultaneously exclaim "Fuck yeah!" as his unprotected shaft goes deep into my hole. It hits some resistance. "You feel that boy? You feel what's stopping me?" "Yeah, kinda. What is it?" "It's your second ring. Ever been fucked past your second ring?" "Don't think so, sir. Didn't even know I had one." "Oh, you do. But I guess you’re a virgin there, too. Guess I get to take that cherry. It's even tighter than your first one. You have to try hard to relax…better hit the bottle again…here goes. Oh fuck, here I go. What the hell am I doing? I'm getting something I’ve wanted for a long time. And before I know it, he shoves. His dick head is the perfect shape, and he pops past my second ring without pain, with help from the poppers I imagine. Involuntarily I exclaim "OH MAN! That's fuckin' awesome. I love the feeling." "Yeah, it's pretty damn good at my end too." “You're so fucking hot and tight I don't know how much longer I can hold-off." The poppers have me so high and horny I just say, "Don't hold it, man. I’m so fucking horny...I need your load in me. Shoot it man, inject me with that juice you know I need." I can't fucking help myself anymore. A complete stranger is barebacking me, and I want his sperm so bad. "Oh, you fucking hot bitch! I'm going to fucking seed you deep. I'm going to give you a load where no man has ever left one before." "Fuck yeah man, seed my cunt deep. Own it, make it yours. You've known all along what I wanted - what I needed." With that he dives deep; holds it; and I can feel his dick surge and pump. He's fucking shooting his hot seed in me. I'm in fucking heaven! I'm feeling every moment. He's jabbing my cunt and spitting his seed as he grunts "OH FUCK YOU, you hot bitch. I knew you'd be a hot fuck." He's now slowly pumping my ass as I stroke my dick, within seconds I announce. "Oh, fuck man, keep pumping me. I'm gonna cum. Oh, fuck yeah, here it cums! Fuck the cum out of me! Fuck your cum deeper in me." With that, my dick blasts my pent-up load all over the bed and shortly we fall to the mattress, Mr. Rough resting on my back. "Fucking amazing, boy. But then I knew your pussy would drain my balls." "I never thought I'd do something like that. I'm glad I did. You were the best fuck I ever had, just as you said. Thanks!"

By a little after 1am, I was pretty sure I had taken all the loads I was going to get. This is that… big-city-small-town-feel that people remark on about San Francisco. The party really does end quite early. At 11 people start to really show up. There’s a whirlwind of activity for the next hour or so, and then next thing you know, your moans are the only things echoing in the room. There’s no longer a line of random cock looking to push into you. The only guys left are the ones laid back in a seemingly permanent rest break, or the ones determined to sample everything before leaving, like trying to get your money’s worth at a buffet. I was one of the latter. It was a Cumunion night, and on Black Friday, so I was trying to make sure I got all the out-of-towner dick. Catalyst had all but demolished their “dark room” to open up a new play space in the back. And I was on my umpteenth round to check it out. Hoping that somehow in the past 5 minutes, someone had started doing something. To my surprise, that’s exactly what happened. Walking down the hallway I saw a bottom bent over the fuck bench being vigorously fucked by Stranger (you’ll see why he’s called that later). And another pair fucking right next to them. The foursome clearly vibing to each others’ deviousness. Gays… we really do come out of the woodwork don’t we? I approached and walked to one side of Stranger, admiring the view. Not overly built, but definitely not lean, just tight—you know? You could see it in the way his pectorals contracted, seemingly causing his chest to almost concave, with the ardor of his fucking. He looked young, though with the hat and bandana obscuring most of his face, I couldn’t have been sure. Damn COVID. He gave me a nod and ‘hey’. A good sign. I stroked his chest, feeling the taut muscles for myself. Definitely hard all over. He soon pulled out of the moaning bottom and before anyone else could get to it, I bent over and stuck his dick in my mouth. Luckily the bottom in this case was quickly penetrated by the top from the pair next to us, and wouldn’t have minded that I took over the ass-to-mouth. “Yeah, taste it,” Stranger said. Another point. Verbal is always good. Whatever was coating his dick was sweet and making me want it. “Fuck me?” I asked him. He turned me over onto the small remaining part of the fuck bench not occupied by the other bottom, who was now moaning in earnest again. I didn’t think I would need the poppers, but I was quite wrong. His dick was rock hard, completely inflexible, forcing my body to accommodate around it. And he didn’t fuck. He rutted. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, and I felt the entirety of his chest on my back. This was the kind of fuck where the top is literally trying to meld the two of you together. I love this kind of fuck, but combined with the hardness of his dick, doggy wasn’t the best position for me. I’ll never know why I didn’t just motion him over to the empty sling, but I didn’t, and instead, after too short a time I dipped to take another look around the space. Heading back into the main playroom yet again, I bumped into him by the water cooler, bandana and inner mask off, hydrating. I could confirm he was young. And cute. He looked like a Broadway actor, whose name eludes me even now, about to audition for some innocent-student type of role. “Gotta hydrate,” he said, nodding at me again. I concurred and drank a few cups with him. We made some small talk. And look, I get that during COVID times, trying to make a move like this on someone who specifically came into the club with a mask and bandana might have been a little improper. Sorry. I reason to myself that I leaned in relatively slowly, giving him ample time to back away or to cover back up. But he didn’t, and we kissed. I tasted chems. Ah, so not that innocent. Good. Before long we found ourselves back in the play area where we first met. Now, even later in the night (earlier in the morning?), there was just one other man besides the two of us, diligently sucking his cock as he perched on the edge of the sling. “I don’t get why you’re just sucking one cock,” Stranger murmured softly (I don’t think the man blowing him heard). “We need to spread it more,” he said again, in a voice just as demure. My ears perked. “There aren’t that many more people here,” I said sadly. “Won’t there be like a rush of people? When the bars close at 2?” he asked. There usually surprisingly isn’t. But I realized that’s why he was still there. He wasn’t going to be satisfied until he had his dick coated by the juices of every asshole there. And fuck, I’ll tell you. When I put that together, it was like discovering porn online for the first time. You find one website, and it’s good, sure, but more importantly, you realize immediately the potential that is there. That you’re at the tip of the proverbial iceberg and it’s a steep slide down. This guy, who I swear is still in his 20s, was a motherfucking sleazeball. And that’s a ball sport I do know how to play. “You want to fuck me on my back? I’ll be able to take it easier,” I told him earnestly. “Yeah, I’ll probably hit your prostate better, too,” he agreed. Moments later we were upstairs. Again, the space was largely vacant, another couple lounged at a bed across from us, but that was it. I hit the poppers. He slid into me. I was right about the angles working out better, he railed into me but this time it was spot on. “You like that cummy hole?” I grunted to him. “Fuck yeah, how many loads did you get?” “At least 4.” We made out. At this point his mask and bandana were completely tugged down. I was a bad influence, but still just warming up. “Took a lot more dick though, was in the dark area just taking it, trying to get every guy here in my hole,” I told him disjointedly through the pounding. “Hot yeah, how long have you been here?” “Since 10:30, that’s a lot of guys, at least 20,” I said with a devilish grin. “Oh fuck yessss,” he hissed. “Yeah you love that, all those random cocks in those random holes before mine, and now they’re all on your dick,” I told him. He vehemently agreed, “the more stranger danger the better.” There are a few sentences from fuck buds that will forever be recorded in my mind, and that is one of them. What a perfect encapsulation of how innocent he looked and sleazy he was! “Yeah we gotta dip into every hole and take every dick,” I moaned at him. “Fuck!” he hissed, leaning all the way over and making out furiously with me. I pulled his ass cheeks in and whispered in his ear, “just marinade in it. Just keep your cock in those juices.” He groaned and ground into me, trying to heed my words and push whatever was inside of me into his dick hole. By the time we were ready for a break ourselves, a few new guys had filtered in. Perhaps coming from the bars? Hotties all of them. They came as a group and started playing standing at the foot of the bed. “I really want to eat that hole,” Stranger commented, stroking his dick lazily. One of the newcomers was being blown had his ass facing us. “Fuck yeah, do it and then share the juices with me,” I told him. Stranger rimmed him for awhile, he must’ve been pretty good, because the other was soon arching and reaching behind him, trying to pull in Stranger’s face even deeper. The blowjob guy moved on and the guy immediately turned around, now feeding Stranger his dick. Watching was getting me incredibly hot and horny. I sat myself up and moved to the edge of the bed. Stranger was doing a good job deep throating, evidenced by the man’s groans. I waited until he pulled off the dick completely. The entire shaft glistened and at the head there were two solid strands of throat slime. That was my cue. Immediately I leaned forward and wrapped my tongue around the head, then giving it a swift suck and taking it all the way in. Stranger cheered me on and moved around back, preparing to fuck the man that I was now deep throating, eager to get whatever was in Stranger’s throat deeper into mine. The coating he’d left on this dick was positively viscous. I loved that. I wanted to bottle it up and use it as lube. The pounding Stranger was giving the guy started to intensify and I wanted to see how the guy was taking it. I nibbled my way up his front and started making out with him. I wish there were enough people still around so someone could be fucking me as well. That is always a hot scene that I love, as a bottom or a top, having another buddy going through the same thing right in front of you for mutual encouragement. Watching them was so hot, I took out the poppers again, also offering it to the guy in front of me. He eagerly accepted. Fuck yes, love popper pigs! Stranger was kissing his back as he fucked, while I was making out with this man, the two of us on our popper highs, feeling up each others’ bodies. I love how time slows when you’re so high. I don’t know how long we spend in that pattern, but I didn’t forget my Stranger. I took a break from kissing the bottom and reached behind him, pulling Stranger’s face into mine and whispering to him, “fuck yeah give him all that juice from my ass.” Stranger gave me a lopsided smile and pounded even harder as the man’s moans grew in intensity. I alternated between making out with Stranger and whispering filth into his ear. If the bottom heard us, he was equally turned on, or simply ignored it. Give him that dirty dick… Spread it to him and his buddies… Share that DNA… “Now stick it in me!” I said, after a few more moments of watching them, falling back onto the bed. Stranger hurriedly pulled out of the bottom and then moved over, shoving it into me so quick I barely had a chance to take a hit from the little brown bottle! “Fuck yeah you sleazy pig, gimme his ass juices,” I moaned. “Never wipe,” Stranger agreed. “No, never, just go from one ass to another to another to another,” I said, pulling on my dick furiously as my vision began to blur. I love this moment in the high, accentuated as it always is by the dim red lights of the clubs. The moment when you lose perception and detail of the other person’s face, and it’s anyone, it’s everyone who’s fucking you. It’s what you want, after all. The anonymity. The filth. The perversion. Take it, take it, take it, that part of you chants as the black hole in the center of your vision expands. “I want it, man,” I cried out, “give me what you got.” “Yeah,” Stranger huffed, “gonna make sure you get it, gonna fill you up.” “Fuck yes,” I groaned, “add to the mess inside me, the slop that’s covering your dick, all those stranger’s loads and spit and ass slime.” “Fuck!” I saw, or more likely imagined in my popper high, Stranger’s eyes roll up as he furiously gave me those last thrusts. With the whites of his eyes I imagined he looked like a demon, pouring his essence into me, corrupting my soul even more. That sent me over the edge as well and I shot, hitting Stranger in the mouth and then my own, the strength of my orgasm fueled by our depravity. “Stay in me,” I whispered, “just let it marinade…” We both trailed off in our bliss. Stranger dripped sweat on me as I pressed his body to mine. I for sure wanted to get his number. He said he lived in the city, and I knew there was so much I hadn’t explore with him yet. I didn’t even offer him poppers. Our verbal never went into hardcore poz talk, chems, or even an exploration of what was fantasy vs. reality for either of us. Unfortunately, as fast as we gays come, we go. It seemed like I’d only blinked and Stranger was gone. I did a round of the place and couldn’t find him. By then there were literally less than a handful of guys still there, mostly lounging, and staff had already started making the rounds. I headed over to the locker room to get dressed. In the spirit of the holiday I felt grateful. A one-time fuck can be just as beautiful; it’s a snapshot that can’t be marred by miscommunications, inconsistencies, or expectations. Holding his cum in with the rest that night, I drifted to sleep thinking about stranger danger and sleazy sex.

This happened about a month ago, I am a freshman in college and I have heard of a few cruising spots on campus which really piqued my interest. One of them was in the Student Union bathrooms in the basement area and the other was actually the showers beside the area called the ‘Chill Spot’ that a lot of students hung out at. So one Friday afternoon, I decided to head to the basement bathrooms first, after my lecture around 4pm. I was really nervous since it was my first time cruising, but also I was excited. I sported a half-hard cock most of the day. I prepped beforehand just in case I was gonna be fucking, and wore a jockstrap underneath my sweatpants. I took the elevator down to the basement which really had a few empty classrooms, a lecture hall and the bathrooms at the end of the hall. there was basically no one there from what it could tell except for a few girls in one of the rooms talking and studying. I entered the mens washroom, and went into the middle stall. I sat down on the toilet and just went on my phone for a bit seeing if anything would happen. For a while nothing happened, until the guy in the stall to the right of me knelt down and presented his cock underneath the dividing wall into my stall. I could not believe it, it was a nice 8 inch throbbing white dick with a really cool biohazard+ tattoo just above his shaved cock. I slowly got on my knees and started stroking it slowly, gradually speeding up my pace. the guy started humping my fist which really turned me on and I heard him whisper “suck my dick”. Without thinking I wrapped my lips around his cock and started sucking his thick cock like I had been deprived of cock for months. He started moaning really quietly which got me so horny. I sucked and licked his big balls, while going back and licking his thick shaft and head. He was leaking a lot of precum and it was making a small puddle on the cold bathroom floor. I couldn't believe I was sucking a stranger's cock in my college's bathroom. Anyway I continued sucking his dick until i heard him whisper lemme fuck your ass you slut, and in the heat of the moment I whispered back, “yes daddy”. I turned around and dropped my sweatpants off. I squatted down and stuck my big ass underneath the divider. I felt his hands squeeze my ass. He whispered “goddamn baby you have such a nice ass” and slid a finger into my tight hole. I wasn't expecting that and I let out a soft moan, breaking the silence in the quiet washroom. I really hoped no one else would come in while this guy was about to fuck my ass. He started fingering me faster before I whispered “I want your cock in me daddy”. Without any hesitation I heard him spit on his throbbing cock and then I felt his head right at my wet boy hole.Ii heard him say “you want this poz dick in you?”. I wasn’t sure i heard him right, but before I could reply he slid his thick tainted cock into my ass, and I let out a moan that echoed in the washroom. He started fucking my ass with long strokes while I was on my hands and knees telling him to go faster. Within 5 minutes I couldn't take it anymore and started cumming all over the bathroom floor, and that made him shoot his cum in my ass. I quickly got up, put my pants on and left the bathroom in a haze of shame and feeling like the biggest slut on campus. I sat in my dorm room an hour later looking up what ‘poz” meant and doing image searches on bio-hazard tattoos. I slid in my butt plug to keep his load in me and jerked off twice to some really hot verbal poz videos while planning my next cruising trip on campus.

She threw me towel and I wiped up the spunk as grandad washed his cock in the sink. The next day I went to the sauna as usual. It was quiet at first so after I stripped naked Bill got me to clean out the shower which smelled of piss and mould. When I'd finished, Bill was in the TV room talking to Arthur. As I came in I heard Arthur saying "...don't know where I picked it up, Bill. Fucked a few dirty arseholes recently. Stings a bit, but that just makes it more fun doan it?" I saw Arthur was naked and wanking his cock. The tip was leaking some pus and the shaft was red and angry. "Oh, it's you Timmy." Said Bill. He beckoned me over and Arthur caught my wrist in his boney hand. "You finished the shower, then?" Arthur pulled me to my knees on the couch and Bill pulled a tube of lube from his shorts. "Yyy,,yes. " I said as Bill rubbed cold lube into my arsehole. Arthur got heavily to his feet and I felt him get behind me. "Good." Said Bill. "I'll have another job afterwards." WIth that I felt Arthur's diseased cock sliding into me. "So have you been to the clinic?" Bill said as Arthur began to fuck me. "Nah.." He said " Can't be bothered. oooff that's good. Hang on, I'm gonna cum." With that, I felt his cock throb and throb and knew he was spurting dirty spunk into me. "Right," said Bill as Arthur's cock slid out of my hole. " That's the doorbell. Looks like you've got some more work to do!"

i love men. Seriously, i fucking love men. i don't know where it came from or why, but i feel like a guy crazy teen ager emotionally. i don't want to make guys sick, i want to give them pleasure, so if i know i'm sick, i abstain until i'm better.

“That’s the risk you take” is a piss-poor excuse for doing it deliberately. Here’s the thing: It doesn’t have to be this way. We could be working together, as individuals and as a community, to hugely minimize the spread of these diseases - which are all preventable - and ultimately eliminate them. But, no. Some guys’ asses are just “too hungry for cock and cum” for them to be responsible human beings who care about anyone else’s well-being, let alone their own. Choosing bareback sex does not mean you have to be ‘into the risk’ - some nutcases fetishize the disease risk, but that’s their mental problem. We all have to tolerate the risk because some insist on causing it. You ask whether the guy you’re fucking knows he’s infected. Clearly, you can’t blame someone for intentionally passing an infection he doesn’t know he has. The way our current communal fucking environment is, there’s no way anyone can be certain if he’s been fucked twice between tests. It could be argued that when I host I intentionally expose other men to risk by offering my multiply-bred cunt to several men in the space of a few hours - and I won’t say that doesn’t trouble my conscience. But the difference is, I never go into that room in the certain knowledge that I present a danger to someone, and if a guy were to fuck me and then say, “I have gono and just knocked you up” nobody else would be getting in me. Dealing with the reduction in incidental, unintended transmission can be accomplished over time, but not if that effort is constantly undermined by callous, selfish motherfuckers who do it on purpose. And I cannot believe this even needs to be explained.

Sorry for the long delay guys - here is the next chapter from the little bro: We lay there in a pile on the bed for a while as I slowly come down from the sex high of taking my brother’s load for the first time. I’m covered in cum and we’re all sweaty. I notice Marc stand up and my brother and I lock eyes for a few seconds before he slowly pulls his raw dick from my ass. I feel empty but very fulfilled…purely happy. Marc is dressed and Ryan throws on his shorts to walk out with his friend. I just lay there running my hands in the cum on my abs. Ryan walks back into his bedroom and sits on the bed. I sit up and look at him. We suddenly burst out in laughter. Both of us falling back on the bed, laughing so hard. Giggling. Smiling ear to ear. I look at Ryan, “so that was fun!” Ryan – fuck yeah bro, I mean. Damn. I guess we don’t need to keep secrets from each other anymore! I nod. Smiling. “Do you hook up with Marc a lot?” Ryan – Now and then. We met at a party a few months ago and he travels a lot for work. So he happens to be here now. Me – Nice bro. Wish I had been at that party! I sit up, looking at my brother’s hot chest and abs, his cock still semi hard in his loose shorts. Me – Why did he have to run so quickly? He always run after he cums? I was hoping he would have another go. Ryan – Awe, bro. You fucking slut. Did you want his load too? I grin, nodding. Ryan – Fuck Braden, you really are a slut. You would have let him cum in your ass just like that? Some guy you don’t know? Me – Do you have a problem with that, bro? Ryan – Fuck no. I thought you were hot as fuck taking his cock. I really want to see you get fucked again! Me – I bet you do – I saw how you looked at me when he started fucking me. Do you let random guys you don’t know fuck you bareback, Ryan? Ryan laughs a bit, “It is fun, isn’t it Braden?” I just nod. “It’s actually one of my favorite things…makes me so fucking horny!” Ryan – Good. That’s really good. I wanna see just what kind of wild gay slut you are, bro! Let me own your ass, bro! Me – Fuck yeah bro. I’ll do anything you want so long as I can get your cock inside me again! Ryan – Damn Braden. I’ve wanted to fuck your tight smooth swimmer ass for so long! Years I’ve been lusting after you…too bad I didn’t get to pop your cherry! But I’ll make up for it, I promise. Just two rules, OK? Me – What are they? Ryan – Always and only take a dick bareback, OK? No condoms. Me – duh! What’s the other rule? Ryan – You take any cock I tell you to. When you’re out on your own, you can do whatever you want. But when we’re playing together, if I tell you to let someone fuck your ass or mouth, you do it. Deal? I look right into my brother’s eyes, a little bit hard to believe just how wild and kinky I think he is now! I slowly nod. Me – Deal. I promise, Ryan. Ryan leans over and kisses me on the lips. I kiss him and open my mouth, responding to his body. Kissing harder. His hands running over my body. Ryan slowly breaks the kiss and let’s out a big sigh. Ryan – Fucking hell bro, you are so hot! No wonder you’ve had a lot of experience already! So there is a party tonight. Marc was telling me about it. You up for going? Me – Fuck yeah bro! Is it…um… Ryan – Gay? Oh yeah, very gay. I’ll get to see you having some fun, too. Long as you remember our deal. I intently look at Ryan. Grinning and nodding. Ryan – Go get dressed. Don’t bother showering. Put on something really sexy. I kiss my brother again. Then eagerly get up and walk into my room, naked. I have no idea what to expect but if what we just did is any indication, I’m sure it is going to be wild. My brother walks into my room and tosses something onto the bed… Ryan – Wear whatever you want, but start this this. Be quick, bro. We should leave soon! I pick up a black and yellow mesh jock strap from Breedwell and matching harness and collar. I smirk to myself, wondering what my brother really has planned for tonight. I’m sure he was planning to go to this party. I wonder if he’s been before? I know my big bro is a total slut now, but I really didn’t think he was as wild as I am. As I put on the jock, collar and harness, they all fit perfectly. I slip on a pair of skintight jean shorts and a crop top mesh shirt. I walk over to my brother’s room and stand in the doorway. I look at him up and down, wearing tight ripped up jeans and a tight tank top. I lick my lips as he runs his finger down my chest and grabs my shorts, pulling me hard and pressing our bulges together. He kisses me again and I nearly melt. I’m so fucking excited for what is to come!

Another Sunday at work and it was constant alerts from bottoms still hosting at the Westin Bonaventure Hotel for CLAW weekend. I was trying to ignore the messages and just stick to work til I saw this fat juicy ass latin bottom that I had to breed. He was hosting tops in his hotel room and hit me up on bbrt. I already bred some asses there yesterday and was just trying to focus on work today but man this was some ass I can’t pass up. He gave me his room number and what color tower he was in. I decided I had to do it, so I planned my escape from work. Soon as I got some time to slip away I turned ghost like Patrick Swaze and headed straight to the Hotel. It’s only a 5 min walk away from my job so I didn’t even have to drive over. Sent him a text “On my way” as I was approaching the hotel. He replied and said the door 🚪 is unlocked and he was on all 4s just as I like it. The elevators at the Westin require a keycard for access to the guest rooms so I had to wait for someone who had a keycard to let me up. It didn’t take long, probably like 20 seconds before someone showed up and I asked them to buzz me up. I finally got to the 10th floor and headed for the room immediately because I didn’t have time to waste. I opened the door and there he was on all 4’s ass fat as ever and my dick shot straight up. I immediately started taking my suit off and setting it down on the dresser. His ass was already wet when I rubbed it with my thumb. It felt like silk and his cheeks were so beautiful. I didn’t waste anytime. Usually I like to play with a beautiful ass and admire it before I breed it but time was against me. I immediately plunge into him. He winced a little and started squirming. I had to hold him down cause I didn’t have time to give him a patient fuck. After a cpl mins he started to moan in passion as I was straight drilling him. I lost all track of time and ended up just banging him deep for a whole hr. Dumped 5 loads in him. His ass was that good. I was in my zone just aggressively pounding and unloading in him. Before I knew it I was sweating like crazy and realized I was still at work and immediately grabbed my pants to check the time and it was 4:30pm. He cleaned my dick up and I got dressed and left in a hurry. Walked back to work balls empty and also lucky that no one noticed I was gone for that long. He sends me a text saying that was the best fuck he had this whole weekend. I’m happy to be of service 😌.

definitely more than a few straight or married men have gotten knocked up from fucking my slutty cum filled pussy. because im so girly and sexy, and an obvious cumdumpster straight men and married men have been into breeding me, and besides becoming a pozzed up whore myself, my sluthole is usually loaded with poz cum when guys fuck me. I have gotten several emails from men who told me they got pozzed from fucking me but no real shade cause guys realize that can happen when you raw fuck anyone as slutty as me. I even had a couple guys in the bathhouse tell me my hole pozzed them during a previous anon fuck while anonymously fucking me again. one guy even said “I knew I was taking a risk when I stuck my cock up in that blown open poz cunt. there was enough toxic cum in your ass to infect a small city.” and told me he watched at least a half dozen poz guys breed me before him including “some seriously toxic looking fucks” and said “you fuck an aids whore you might get the hiv” and told me my “ass was totally worth the risk”. beyond so many men who never spoke to me before, during or after fucking me have undoubtedly gotten infected by my hole, including guys who don’t even know who they got it from. especially with all the random straight and married men who fuck me as a tranny whore.

I had a bad experience early on with a guy riding my dick. He bounced too high, came out and sat on me, hard, bending my cock. It did not do the full snap I have heard about, but it was painful enough to make me leery of doing it for quite a number of years. Nowadays, I am back to doing it. I have a man who loves to start with him sitting on me--so he can get really comfortable with my dick--then I can fuck him for hours. At a sex party I love to lie under the rimseat, tongue fucking an ass while letting another man ride me--and then have the guys switch...

I was looking for a double or triple load from the guys at the sauna. This after noon I got my wish. I got to play with a very nice well built Phillipino guy. He love to push his dick deep in and hold me tight. Fuck me in front of others and one other guy keep sucking me at the same time. I got fuck for a wile and then he cum in deep and moaning out of plasure. Kiss and go. I turn to the sucker who was a pass fuck budy. He was very horny and hard. He turn me around and start fucking me in the last guy cum. We were next to others fucking in the room. After a sort time my top friend hold my hips and dum a load over the last one. Fun, fun, fun... Took a shower and talk with the Phillipino guy. We decide to go in a boot in the glory hole corner. But not enought place, we whent to a corner bed on the next floor. We kiss and suck each other, turn me on my stomac and shove his dick in all that cum... pound me for a good time then he cums again. then he ask me to breed him. Soooo, why not? I start by licking his nice bubble but wile he was on poppers... I was so hard and horny... I fuck him and he kind turn it into a battle. Pushing me to get all my dick in. the I slam him full face down on the bed and drill his soft ass. The instant he star moaning I breed him. But not just a small load, all the 3 weeks load I had to give... He beg for more, so he turn and clean me out. sucking every last drop. This was a dream come true. Tripple load and a bottom well filled. Thank's guy's . Love you all 🥰

An Audition for the Bare Fuck Club My boyfriend and I had fooled around behind each other's backs for some time. I knew he was getting fucked by other guys, and he knew I was fucking other guys too, but we kept it discreet and never really talked about it. I always played safe with other guys, but fucked my boy bare. I assumed that he made the guys fucking him wear condoms, especially after finding a half-empty box of rubbers in our closet. I was headed out of town for two weeks for a project and we agreed to video chat as often as possible. The first few days we chatted and caught up, and he always seemed focused and happy to see me. On the third day, he seemed distracted, like someone else was in the room. I made a joke that I didn't want to keep him from his date, and he blushed before making excuses and logging off. The next day, I jokingly asked how his date went. I was surprised when he said, “Pretty well. He fucked me good!” I still wasn't sure if he was serious, and I asked if he was well-hung. “Fuck yeah. He's got at least ten thick inches, and he knows how to use it!” My jaw dropped. My boy went on, “When he came in me, I swear I could feel it in my throat!” I was shocked that he had let some other guy breed him. I guess over the next few days, the guy came back, fucked him raw again, and gave him his load. A few days later the guy brought a friend along too. Both guys took turns at my boy's ass before they creamed his hole. My boy made sure to tell me in detail how they used him and how much he liked feeling their cum leaking out of his slack hole. I couldn't help but be turned on. The following day was my last full day out of town and he messaged me a pic of his ass full of hard dick, with cum oozing out of his ass and puddling on his top's huge hairy balls. I came hard jerking off to his photo. My boyfriend met me at the airport and told me he had a fresh load simmering in his gut as he drove us home. As soon as we were inside, we tore off each other's clothes. Right there in the hallway, I had him bent over the staircase railing with his jeans at his ankles and spread his cheeks. I knelt down and slipped my tongue into his loosened hole. I was rewarded with a dollop of cum. I spit it onto my dick and forced my way into his cummy hole. There was a froth of cum forming around my cock as I pounded his ass. He moaned with pleasure as I added my cum to the mix already deep in his belly. We fucked again before going to bed that night. As he cuddled with me before drifting off to sleep, he told me how glad he was that I was ok with other guys fucking him raw. I honestly told him how much it turned me on, and that I would love to watch him get fucked and take some stranger's load. A few days later, my boy arranged for his ten-inched friend to come by to breed him after work. My boy met Joe at the door and kissed him hard before welcoming him into our living room. Joe extended his man-paw and shook my hand. He was HOT. Six foot tall, in tight jeans and a t-shirt that stretched over his powerful frame. He had a trim beard and a tuft of silver chest hair peek out of the collar of his shirt. He wrapped his muscled arms around my boy's frame and lifted my boy's shirt off. My boy started chewing Joe's nipples through the shirt as he unbuckled Joe's jeans and shucked them to the floor. Out plopped a beautiful hardening cock. My boy expertly deep-throated Joe's tool as he fished out his own dick. When Joe was fully hard and his cock shining with spit, he flipped my boy over the arm of the sofa. He jammed his bare cock without warning into my boy's raw ass. I was mesmerized as I watched Joe's powerful ass ram into my boy's body. I fisted my own cock as I watched Joe pump away. My cock was oozing pre-cum as I watched Joe's pace quicken. I crept closer to watch Joe's dick plow my boy bare. All the while, my boy was whimpering, “You gonna breed me, you sick fuck? Gonna give me your load? Gonna fill that hole?” Each time, Joe grunted back, “Fuck yeah, man. Gonna fill you up!” As Joe's pace sped up, his shirt crept higher on his muscled ass revealing a small black tattoo. My heart stopped as I recognized the symbol to mean BIOHAZARD. This hunk fucking my boy's bare ass was POZ! I wanted to cry out to let my boy know the danger he was in, but before I could say anything, Joe threw his head back and growled as he pumped his toxic seed into my boy's bare hole. I was silent until I realized that I had blown my load all over the floor. Joe withdrew his cock with a squishy plop and grabbed the back of my head. He forced my face into the diseased seed leaking from my boy's hole. I couldn't help but lap it up. I was about to swallow when he pulled me to my feet and drove his tongue into my mouth, sucking out and swallowing his own POZ cum. My boy collected himself and asked me if watching him get fucked bare was everything I thought it would be. I gestured to the puddle of my cum on the floor to answer and he dove down to lick it up. Joe excused himself to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and I took the chance to ask my boy if he had seen Joe's tattoo. He told me frankly that he had, and he knew what it meant, and that he was willing to take the risk of POZ seed if that meant he got more loads. I was still trying to process that my boyfriend had been knowingly taking POZ cum in his ass, and was planning on continuing, when I realized that Joe had come back into the room. Joe smirked at my naivety and asked if I was okay with what had just happened. I told him that I knew he was taking loads, but didn't know he was fine taking POZ loads. He told me that it was a natural progression, and taking POZ cock was bound to happen sooner or later if a bottom didn't demand his top use a condom every time. Even though I knew I should be outraged, my cock was telling a different story. I was rock-hard and drooling pre-cum. Joe reached out and stroked my dick, asking if we wanted to hear about a club he was in. My boy and I were all ears. Joe told us that he belonged to the Bare Fuck Club, an exclusive audition-only group of guys who liked to give and take raw loads. Some were POZ, but most were NEG. For these guys, it was about cum, not status. Every member agreed to a no-questions-asked / no-loads-refused policy. My boy was panting at the thought of being in such a club. He asked Joe what the audition entailed. Joe said he would put us in touch with the audition committee and they would be in touch. A few days later, we were sitting together in our living room, waiting for two strangers to come over and meet with us. I knew from their message that at least one of us would have POZ seed in our holes before the night was through. To be continued...

I did something bold yesterday. First, a story: A decade ago, I linked up with a well-hung couple who unlocked my pig side. One of them, Jim, was the piggier of the two, and the one I spent the most time with. He got me into fisting and piss play. Sometime in 2012, he got pozzed and didn't tell anybody, not even his lover Don. On Don's birthday in 2013, Jim spread his bugs to Don. Jim died the following summer from unrelated sickness. I lost touch with Don for many years, and didn't know any of this except that Jim had died. It wasn't until shortly before my own lover died that Don and I reconnected. Last Thanksgiving, Don told me the whole story about Jim's sickness. Don has been living with HIV since 2013, and is undetectable, but still widowed. Now you're up to speed. Yesterday, Don and I were talking, and I admitted that I am a bugchaser. He fully supports it. If that's what I want, he says I should go for it. I took it a step further: he wants to visit me when he feels safe flying. Wants to fuck again like we did in the old days. I asked him to take a meds holiday to share his/Jim's bug with me when we meet again. 😮 He says he'll have to think about it, but he'd be happy to do this. Chances are high that it won't happen, and I gave him the option to say no. Don says he responds really well to medication, and doesn't know how long it takes to build enough toxicity to make it work. I speculated that a month would be sufficient. Thoughts?

We’re talking about two different things here. I absolutely agree that it’s every barebacker’s responsibility to take responsibility to acknowledge the risk and protect himself from it. In fact, if everyone did that in his own interest, we’d see a substantial reduction in the incidence of STDs. But there are men, several of them loud and proud on this forum, who simply do not care if they’re a carrier, do not care about the hazards to their own health, and do not care if they transmit it to others, as long as they get to fuck. It’s plain, raw, unmitigated selfishness. Worse, some of them actively seek to do so either because of their bugchasing fetish or because they’ve decided that the other guy “deserves it”. You say you can’t count on guys to be Boy Scouts; why do we have to put up with them being sociopaths? I grow very tired of this attitude of “that’s just the way it is, we just have to accept it”. No. We do not have to accept it. We can keep speaking out, and keep making it clear, one hookup at a time, that intentionally transmitting an STD is not okay. Because it’s not.

I love sitting on it and riding it. Someone once told me it was the sluttiest looking position, so I esp. like it at parties where everyone can see me.

Part 4: Returning More Favours After my cock, excited beyond anything I’d ever felt before, fired my load deep into Brent’s spasming hole as he came right with me, we both passed out. That whole Saturday was the most exciting day I’d ever experienced but it was also exhausting! Somewhere during the night, I woke up to a rather full sensation in my lower regions, and a hairy, brawny arm wrapped around my chest. That sneak, Brent, had wormed his way back into my ass while I was asleep on my side and was busily pumping his way up to another orgasm. My god, I thought, doesn’t this stud ever stop or even slow down a bit? I responded as best I could in my half-asleep state, and I managed to start working him a bit with my muscles, which brought him to the finish line. As another dose of sperm pumped inside me, I was already falling asleep again, but I did register the squeeze of the arm and the whispered “Thank you” just before I went right under. Turnabout is fair play. I woke up first in the morning and found Brent lying asleep on his face next to me. Those bulging, furry butt muscles were just too tempting to ignore. I knew it for me, and I knew it for my dick because it woke up and went from nowhere to full erection very quickly. But I didn’t feel the need to fuck Brent again – at least, not right away. I was hungry, and the answer was staring me right in the face. Rolling over, I got on all fours between his legs and started licking at those cakes, and the crack between them. Gradually, I worked my way deeper and deeper into that incredible ass, lapping at the hole and tasting the cum that oozed out of him. Evidently, in spite of all our sexual antics the day before, I’d managed to produce a more-than-respectable load when he asked me to treat him to his first-ever assfuck. But hey, a man’s gotta look out for his friends and do whatever he can to help them, right? As I was busily enjoying this first course, Brent slowly woke up. I swear, I could hear the smile in his voice when he muttered, sleepily, “Don’t stop, Pete, that feels so good.” I redoubled my efforts, plunging my tongue into his hole and prying open his no-longer-virgin ass. As my tongue wormed its way inside him, he moaned aloud and reached back to grasp my head and jam me further inside his crack. After a few more minutes of butt munching, I rolled Brent over onto his back. Then I climbed over him, turned to face his feet, and lifted his legs up, pushing my head back into his welcoming ass. As I did, I slowly eased my own butt down towards his face, and he took the hint with no prompting. The moans in his room got louder and louder as we drove each other crazy with our ass eating. I could feel drips of pre-cum from Brent’s cock smearing onto my neck and chin, and I knew mine was leaking too. We kept tonguing and piercing each other’s holes for a while, in no hurry to do anything else, and then the door opened and Kyle walked in. Naked as the day he was born, Kyle was definitely a sight for sore eyes. So were the two big steaming mugs of coffee in his hands. His cock was growing even with no hands to help it wake up. “I was going to ask if you fellows wanted breakfast, but I see you got there ahead of me.” Brent and I laughed, as we untangled ourselves long enough to grab the coffee and start warming up our insides while we joked about the wild time we’d been having. Finally, Brent called the business meeting to order. “Okay, guys, I know we’d all love to spend all day romping again, but we need to clean everything up and get this house and yard back in order. My family are coming back into town in two days, and I don’t think they’d be amused at the mess we’ve made of this place.” The rest of that Sunday passed in a whirlwind of cleaning, pitching, scrubbing, washing, and garbage collecting. We picked up pop cans, beer cans, pizza boxes, takeout bags, and more – but no used condoms (surprise, surprise!). And airing everything out. Brent’s bedroom did reek of man sweat and cum, for some strange reason, and so did Kyle’s room where there had been some more antics going on the previous night, after we’d eaten dinner and before the three younger guys left. By about five o’clock, we had everything back in good order. All three of us packed up our bags to head back to the campus and our respective apartments there. But the fun and games kept right on rolling, throughout the remainder of the summer and the whole of the next school year. Twosome and threesome (and foursome and moresome) sleepovers became the rule, rather than the exception, and could happen any time those pesky things called “roommates” were out for the night. I’m sure our respective roommates all knew what was going on, but there was no point getting them upset with how easy it was for us to get laid while so many of those poor straight guys struggled in vain to keep up with us! My ass was now thoroughly accustomed to being fucked, having been reamed out by Doug once, Sven twice, and Brent – well, I lost count of how many times Brent and I did each other. But there were other favours to be returned too. It seemed only fair that, having enjoyed bottoming so much, we should at least introduce Kyle and Tyler to the joys of topping. That was another memorable night of multiple orgasms and ended with a couple of positions I’d never experienced before. First was a four-man fuck train, with me at the front, then Tyler fucking me, Kyle fucking Tyler, and Brent bringing up the rear, lodged firmly inside Kyle’s rear. We were lying on the floor in a row on our sides, and the noise of moaning and grunting would have done justice to a particularly sleazy porn flick. I remember thinking it would be awesome if we all came at the same time, but that wasn’t quite how it worked out. Tyler was so excited by all the stimulation he was getting that he shot inside me within about two minutes. But he kept right on going, partly because his cock wasn’t folding on him at all, and partly because there was no way Kyle was letting go of him. After that, I think Kyle came next inside Tyler, then I blew my rocks off, and Brent fired the last shot of that train ride. Or at least, it would have been the last shot if Tyler hadn’t yelled at Kyle to “keep going, I’m almost ready to shoot again.” Kyle bravely kept pumping, and a minute later Tyler propelled another load into my ass. After a break for drinks and getting our breath back, Tyler told us he wanted to try something else he’d never done before. He proceeded to direct us, just as if he was a film director. He had Brent and me lie down on the floor on our backs, feet to feet, and then interlock our legs and slide together until our balls and dicks were touching. At first, I didn’t know what he had in mind, but Kyle figured it out when he saw Tyler squirting a generous dose of lube into his hand and applying it to his butthole. “Dude, you’re not really, are you?” “Stick around and find out.” With that, he crouched over us, grabbed both our hard dicks with one hand, and proceeded to wiggle around and push and turn until he got both those big hard tools inside him at once. I think my jaw was hanging open at the sight of this slim young man with his narrow hips and tight ass forcing so much man meat up inside his butt at one time. Tyler moaned, “I fucking love taking two at once.” That’s when I realized that the horny young slut had done all of this before, probably more than once. Once he was firmly seated on our cocks, he began to move up and down. The first few times, he lost one pole or the other, but eventually he got into a rhythm that let him keep both of us right where he wanted us. After a few minutes, Brent started to thrust up into Tyler, and with that I began to move too. We synchronized automatically so that I pulled down as Brent shoved up, and vice versa. Kyle stepped in front of Tyler and fed his cock into Tyler’s mouth, and although Tyler’s eyes were glazing over with the powerhouse sensation of being double-fucked, he managed to start sucking on Kyle at the same time. And it was Kyle who came first, pumping his sperm into Tyler’s gaping mouth. It didn’t take much longer before I felt mine rising up my shaft. And Brent muttered that he was just about to come too. Both of us speeded up, and this time it worked. Inside Tyler’s overstretched hole, I could actually feel Brent’s cock flexing against my quivering tool, as both of us pumped our seed out into Tyler at the same time. And just as we came, Tyler moaned and shot his load off into space without even having touched his cock. I think everyone went home aching after that party. Before we really had time to notice, we realized that the end of the semester was coming up – and for Kyle, Brent, and myself it was the end of our college career and our water polo career. It was no surprise that Brent ended his career with a year as the team captain, with Kyle and I serving as co-assistant captains. (I remember the coach had given a little wink while formally announcing those positions at the start of the season). It was also the end of our long-running sexual shenanigans, as Brent was going off to a far-distant larger school for his med schooling, while Kyle was moving to the west coast to live the life, and I was going back home to take up a position in the business office of city hall. Doug, Tyler, and Sven all moved up into starter positions on the water polo team. We had one last wild weekend with all six of us to say goodbye, and then we were off and on our various ways into “real life” – whatever that might hold for us. We’d long since become good friends as well as fuck buddies, so you can be sure we all kept in touch with each other. We also scheduled occasional visits to each other’s locations, but those often involved as much talk and reminiscence as they brought on any more hot and heavy bedroom fun. I sort of expected one or more of our original three to settle down first, perhaps Brent because of his intense workload. But he continued to work hard and play hard. To my surprise, and probably to everyone else’s surprise as well, it was dear, slim, slutty Tyler who settled down before any of the rest of us, forming an exclusive relationship only a year or two after leaving school with a guy who was about 8 or 9 years older than him, although otherwise cut from the same hairy, muscular cookie cutter as Brent, Kyle, and myself – but with blond hair. Sven and Doug hooked up by the time they left school and stayed together for quite a few years. I suspected Brent might be getting serious about one of his med school classmates, but he always dismissed it as “just fuck buddies.” And life rolled on. I had some casual liaisons, but nothing serious or lasting. Twice a week, I drove into the nearest big city for the regular practices, and occasional games, with a gay water polo team. That certainly helped me to keep in fighting trim, as did my other periodic visits to a masters’ swim club. All the while, I was moving up the ladder at work. When the Chief Administrative Officer got recruited to a larger centre, I applied for the position and got it, in spite of still being only 30. It was a great, albeit challenging, job and I enjoyed it immensely from the get-go. Work was such a challenge, in fact, that I felt I could quite easily go on as I was, doing without a partner of my own. Then, right around the seventh anniversary of my graduation from university, my past reached out to bite my ass – literally – and turn my life into a rather different path than I had been envisaging.

part 5 Mark's date, Milton, sat quietly sipping a sparkling water. How do I describe Milton? Hmmm. If Wonder Bread could walk and talk that would be Milty. A plainer more milk toast of a man there never lived. But the wallflower had a secret, a secret that Uncle Ruben had discovered and passed on to me. The little man sat blinking and staring at me waiting for a command. "Are you ready for your surprise Milton?" Milton stood and wrung his hands. "Yes please, I am very curious." I motioned for him to follow me leading the way to Mark. Mark lay quiet but alert. Milton gasped when he caught site of my beautiful boyfriend. Have I mentioned that before? If so I doubt I did Mark justice because he is truly the most gorgeous man I have ever personally encountered. It's hard to describe perfection, his sublime symmetry, the square jaw, flawless golden skin that practically glows, the long curving line of thigh muscle....I could go on and on. Mark shivered when I placed a hand on his chest tracing a line down to the cock I had spent so many nights worshipping. I couldn't stop. I caressed his legs, his arms, the stubble beginning to roughen his cheeks. I had loved his beauty and he had used it to snare, trap and betray me. I had to make sure he would never be able to do that to me again or anybody else for that matter. I beckoned to Roger and he quickly stepped forward to hand me the metal device procured earlier that day. I introduced Mark to Milton which was merely greeted with a sneer and condescending silence. "I think you had better pay attention Mark." Roger produced a key and handed it over. "Because your life is about to take a drastic turn thanks to our new friend here." I pointed at Milton with the key and then used it to unlock the chastity cage. " "Milton has a little quirk, a kind of paraphilia if you will that has been the source of some trouble for him." I returned my caresses to Marks flaccid cock still enjoying its heft even after all that had gone on between us. "It's called odaxelagnia. Do you know what that is Mark?" He refused to answer staring at nothing as though I was not there. "Odaxelagnia is sexual arousal through biting....or being bitten, but Milton here is definitely of the former." I felt Mark stiffen at the revelation but still he remained silent. I began to insert his penis into the chastity cage. "Not necessarily a problem but our Milton tends to get somewhat carried away. He's excitable, it has led to some unfortunate.... mishaps." I closed the cage and locked it. "It's the nibbley parts," I tweaked and pinched the appropriate areas as I listed them, "ear lobes, nostrils, lips, genitals, you know, the dangly bits that he has a habit of biting a little too hard." I returned for a final inspection of the perfect body I would never see again. "People don't care to have their parts and pieces chewed off. It has led to some prosecutions, jail time to be exact. Our friend Milty here was hard to track down being on the lamb so to speak. His probation officer would very much like to know where he is right now." Milton was beside himself staring at Mark, his tiny hands jerking back forth as he ached to touch the radiant skin that was so close. I couldn't blame him. I still could not keep my hands off Mark as I tortured his mind with what was about to happen to him. I grabbed Mark's face and made him look at me. "I am giving you to Milton for the evening Mark just like you gave me to all those men." I held up the key. "Except this, he can't have this. For now." I draped the key with its leather thong around my neck. I glanced at the fidgeting Milton and saw the hopeful longing look in his hungry eyes and nodded. His hand trembled as he placed a palm over Mark's sculpted chest. The fevered touch pushed Mark over the brink. He began to beg, to plead, to tell me how much he loved me, how sorry he was. I let the pathetic words wash over me, I let them cleanse me of any leftover feelings. I turned my back on him and quickly walked away not wanting to witness any more of the Mark and Milton show. Mark's harangue ended abruptly as I heard Milton take a deep sniff savoring his victim's scent before the main entertainment ensued. Roger closed the door on the scene and led me towards the bed. He had set up two more wide screen televisions so we could watch the action with Sam and Junior. The room was crowded with men waiting their turn with the father son duo. Although some were too impatient and began buggering each other in a frenzy of sexual fervor. Sam was dead eyed as man after man mounted and bred his hairy ass. I watched in fascination as a particularly well-endowed fellow jabbed his cock balls deep into the captive. Sam jerked, his jaw clenched but he refused to scream as the man proceeded to mercilessly pound and breed him. I could not tear my eyes from the screens. I stood limp and compliant as Roger undressed me and then pushed me down on the bed. His mouth on my already hard and throbbing cock was heaven. The big man stepped away from Sam and a torrent of cum gushed from Sam's red and gaping hole. I only had quick glimpse before another man sheathed his meat in the bound bottom. Roger spit out my cock and moved up to kiss me. He rubbed his ass crack along my shaft, teasing the tip with his hole. I moaned in delight as his ass lips parted to receive my cockhead. I tried to buck my hips to be completely inside, he pulled away. The mischievous smile on his face telling me to relax and let him take control. I let go melting into the sheets so Roger could have his way. I switched my gaze to Junior and was surprised at the expression on his face. It was part shock, part confusion. Occasionally his eyelids would flutter and a look of euphoria would flicker across his countenance. I think Junior might have been discovering he had a prostate. Roger was easing my cock into his ass so slowly it took all my will power to remain still. When he bottomed out I let out a long breath. His hole was so slick I knew it was not store bought lube. He saw my questioning look and admitted he spent some time with Sam and Junior helping out the men who could not wait to get their cocks in the father or son. "How many?" I asked. Giggling he whispered,"five." I was not surprised. "Slut," I growled at him and we both laughed. Roger leaned forward for a kiss and at the same time removed a small bundle from under the pillow. "I have a treat for us." Unrolling the coth he brandished a syringe and proceeded to administer the drug. Half for me, the remaining for him. I watched him depress the plunger and was amazed at how fast it worked. Suddenly I could feel every nerve in my body. I floated, my cock thundered in Roger's grasping hole, my balls throbbed with semen needing to find its release. Roger's eyes were closed, his body thrummed with energy and he began to fuck himself on my erection. I felt like a god and Roger was worshipping at my cock alter, paying homage to his need for seed. I returned my attention to the televisions. It took me a moment to realize who I was seeing. It was Shadow Man, his bio tat clearly visible as he moved about half dressed. Shadow Man circled the slings taking in the scene. Sam was ignorant of him at first as his attention was being taken by the man trying to fist him. It wasn't going well. But then Sam and Shadow Man's eyes met. He moved towards Junior and Sam began to yell and jerk at his bonds. It only excited the mob of horny men. Shadow Man approached Junior and the men parted like the throng before the Mask of the Red Death. "Stay away from him you bastard," I heard Sam splutter but I could not take my eyes from the deaths head grimace of Shadow Man as his gaze claimed the image of the bound man before him. I have never seen a man so hungry for flesh, not even Milton and his need to taste Mark. Shadow Man would devour Junior in a way only he could, from the inside out. Sam wouldn't give up and a sharp slap ended his tirade. A glance showed him red faced and groggy from the violence. A tall giddy man loomed over him ready and eager to repeat the action should it prove necessary. Another man, balls deep in Sam's well used hole, had paused his fucking but quickly resumed his thrusting, the excitement of the moment spurring him on to greater exertions. Shadow Man removed his remaining clothing, he was a skin covered skeleton whose fat cock was a marked contrast to the man's thin frame. His manhood raged and pulsed with tainted blood. He stood in awe of the creature he was about to make his own. Pearls of pre-cum pumped out of his piss slit only to drool and then fall in long glistening strings to the filthy floor. Shadow Man was in no hurry. It was clear he meant to savor the moment, how often do you get to breed a straight married man and his faggot father. Sam lay silent slightly drooling on himself his cheeks damp with tears as they streamed from his face. His dead eyed stare watching as his only son was about to join a breed of brotherhood for which many men have not the courage. Junior had no choice in the manner. Shadow Man was his world at the moment and nothing would come between the man and his conquest. A cheer of chaotic moans rippled through the room when Shadow Man thrust himself into Junior. He shuddered with extasy as he ground his pelvis into Junior and their nut sacks clapped together in a leathery thump. Shadow Man threw his head back and howled, the men howled back. Roger's eyes flew open at the clamor and his smile widened when he saw the action on the screen. I lay content, my arms behind my head as Roger rode my cock. In the throes of the drugs coursing through our veins I knew our coupling that night would be long and pleasurable. The key to Mark's chastity cage remained hanging from my neck and it bounced ever so slightly while Roger, my hero, my lover, continued to buck and grind his cummy ass on my hard-on. The key would stay in my possession for now, perhaps later I would hand it over to Milton depending on what I might witness. My eyes devoured the transcending drama on the screens and my body succumbed to the motions of Roger's manipulations but my ears sought out the sounds in the next room. The silence behind the door lasted longer than I expected but when the screaming started it did not stop for a long, long time. THE END.....or is it?

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

Disclaimer: if you don’t like cheating stories then leave. I don’t need your input. I’ve posted a few stories on here before about how I love to cheat on my husband. And believe me, he doesn’t cheat. I’m not sure if he knows that I do or not. He’s caught me a while back and I’ve said I’d stop but I haven’t. We’ve recently started playing with other guys while we are together. We have one regular but have had 2 others stop by as well. It’s been fun—super hot watching my husband suck someone else’s dick and get bred. He begs for it and I know he wants it, which is why I wish he’d just let us play separately. With the holiday this week, I was off work. He had to work a few extra days, but I invited our buddy over. Since my husband works from home, this worked perfectly. While my husband was working, he could take some time and join in with me and our buddy so he wasn’t technically shut out of the fun. But what was so hot about this was when me and our buddy were alone together. I’ve hooked up with this guy before. He’s a married bear, slightly older than both my husband and I. It’s been 10 years since he’s bred me but it’s like it was yesterday. And now it’s super hot watching my husband makeout with him and ride his cock. My husband told me I can play separately while he’s at least in the other room but I’m going to see if this guy wants to fuck alone at his place. So fucking hot.

It's also blissful for the top. When we watch our limb(s) disappear inside a hole, it becomes quite entrancing. First the fingers, then the knuckles, then the whole hand, followed by the forearm, and then the elbow until one is shoulder-deep in some pig's rectum. And he has the nerve to beg for more?! So we go to doubles. Might not get as deep. Probably not because the bottom has to accomodate the extra width, and most (if not all) human bodies simply can't do shoulder-deep double fistings. We're just not built like that, plus it's a physical strain for the top who has ZERO wiggle room in there, and every inch of available space is demanding more of the inner walls of another body. But we feel it too. The tightness, the sensations, the thought that one is doing something really fucking disgusting and getting off on it. It's incredible. And addicting.

Have had doubles a few times. ON top of the intense pleasure shocks it sends through your body, it is an amazing mental high knowing my once tiny round asshole and small rectum are so stretched out that two adult male hands can fit in it. I feel like such a proud slut. And when the guy(s) pull the hands out and my ass just hangs open--fucking bliss.

i'm not sure if it's a language barrier or __________?, but the OP question is not about taking personal responsibility for your own health, not about asking status, not about fear or concern over getting STD/STI from bareback. The question is not about any of those things, it's a simple question: You just went to the doctor/clinic and found out you have an STD/STI. You go to the pharmacy and get your antibiotics and have been told it'll take, say, 7 days to cure the STD/STI. Do you disregard that information and keep having sex? It's that simple. i take complete responsibility for my health, this is not a question about that . i'm pretty sure the guy who gave me HIV (and syphillis) lied about knowing his status. He was a regular FB and an awesome fuck. i do not blame him and was never angry at him, but that does not change the fact that i think he was immature, self centered and socially irresponsible. To me, to knowi you have a contagious STI and continue to lie and spread it (the is not about "chasing" or "gifting") that is at best childish and self centered, at worst sociopathic. Sort of like saying: "when i drive my car, i don't stop for people crossing the street. They know they are taking a risk they'll get hit by a car when they cross the street, it's not my responsibility, i'm just a 'trashy' driver." i do not believe knowingly spreading disease makes anyone a superior slut, i do not think it's related.

The following morning we left George’s place in much the same way as I had previously, for me, my arse was sore, I couldn’t hold my butt plug in, my throat was sore and I couldn’t speak, My mother I was sure was in the same condition, but she appeared traumatised, I at least had known what to expect, she didn’t realise the violent nature of the man and I had previously been the victim of his hate fuck, now I had seen him do it to my mother in all three of her holes, all I could do was hold her. My sister collected us both and took us home, on getting there, I noticed that Helen sitting there topless, even larger stretchers n her nipples which must have caused her some major discomfort as her breasts where now sensitive from the fact that she was pregnant and now she also had a couple more piercings, studs in both cheeks and an eyebrow ring, but this was not the major change in her, oh no, that was the fact that she had had selective surgery to her tongue. My sister told Helen to show us, and as she opened her mouth and we could see the stitches applied to the wound that split her tongue, a bit like a snake’s tongue, according to my sister, better able to give the customers the blow job of a life time. That day and evening, my mother and I and Helen where allowed to rest and relax and in the evening, the doorbell rang and my sister went to answer it, usually she would send someone, but tonight we were allowed to chill. When she came back into the room she was accompanied by Molly and Gary the two Police officers, Molly looked at me then at my sister and asked, “Can I use him?” “Okay but go easy he had a rough night” “That’s ok, I only need his tongue” I went to my room with Molly and this time she only dropped her trousers and knickers, keeping on her TAC vest and utilities, she laid back on the bed I shared with Helen, and with anyone who wanted to use either of us. The sheets crumpled and some stains apparent, but that didn’t phase Molly as she just spread her knees, her trousers and knickers around her ankles restricted by her boots. She was cross ways on the bed so her boots where still on the floor “Get down here Fag”, I got to my knees preparing to go down on her pussy when she reached between her legs and all of a sudden I saw she had withdrawn a bloody tampon hanging from her fingers, she just flicked it onto the pillow and said, “I get so fucking horny when I am on, now eat”, And as I leant forward, she put her hand to the back of my head and pushed my face into her hairy twat. After that and for the next couple of weeks, Molly would often drop by and every time I would have to service her, of course she never paid and I wasn’t the only one to service her as Helens tongue healed, Molly would get her to eat her out too. But Molly and I seemed to form a friendship, although she still enjoyed belittling me or embarrassing me, I enjoyed her attention. One night it all changed, Molly came to the house with Gary, he stayed downstairs discussing business with my sister, I had just finished with a customer and Molly had to wait, she wasn’t happy about it, but she came into my room and had me eat her snatch and then fucked my arse with a strap on that she usually left in my room, this time she was really aggressive and even hit me a few times. After she went downstairs and I heard her arguing with my sister, saying that if my sister wanted her protection, she would let her, Molly, keep me. Well as you know my sister does not like to be threatened, I heard a thump and a crash and next thing a fight that was obvious but also short lived, Jon, my sisters boyfriend, and Daniel where both in the house at the time, Jon having moved in and Daniel was nearly always there anyway. Well I went downstairs and was shocked to see Molly bleeding from her nose, being held by Jon whilst my sister punched her a couple of more times, I then watched as the three of them, Jon Daniel and my sister stripped Molly naked and then put a tourniquet on her arm got a pre-prepared rig and slammed her. Gary just stood and watched. Daniel then moved the coffee table out of the way, and Molly was spread eagle on the floor, Daniel and Jon both took turns fucking her, I am not sure if she had even had a real cock inside her before, she liked girls and fucking tgurls but by now she was spun high. Then my sister told Gary to take a turn, he at first said no, I think because he knew that Daniel and Jon where both Poz and he would be using their dirty toxic cum as his lube, in the past he always used a condom when fucking my mother or Helen or any of the girls but my sister insisted he get down there and “Fuck this bitch and dump your fucking load in her” When he finished my sister told him to call his station and tell them he had dropped Molly off at her home as she was ill As Gary went out to the patrol car, Jon and Daniel grabbed a couple of cushions off the sofa, put them on the floor and turned Molly onto her front on top of them so her arse was raised, my sister looked at me and said, “get this whores strap-on” I immediately went to my room and got the strap-on that Molly had used on me earlier and took it downstairs, I handed it to my sister, it was still sticky with lube and arse juice. My sister took off her jeans and put on the strap on, she put some lube on and inside Molly’s arse and then without any preamble, she mounted Molly, simply forcing the head of the plastic cock inside her tight anal opening and then simply ramming home, not a care in the world for any damage she might be doing and she simply carried on power fucking Molly’s shithole. Molly was flying high but still tried to scream, Jon had Molly’s knickers in his hand and was gagging her with them. Eventually my sister finished and as she withdrew the plastic cock it was obvious Molly had some bleeding back there and she was in shock, my sister got up and wiped the plastic cock clean of shit and blood on Molly’s hair, She looked at Daniel and said, “Give her another load then get her up to the faggots room, she seems to like it up there, and Christmas has come early for some of the customers, they get a free ride on a police whore………hey bitch, you on the pill”? Molly was crying and had to be asked three times, “Are you taking protection”? Eventually she replied no, she likes girls and didn’t need it My sister laughed and said “Well, I hope for your sake you’re not fertile, lol” Molly spent three days in my room, and she was very busy, customers were told they could pay for myself, my mother or Helen, or if they were prepared to wait, they could have the new girl for free, any hole. Of course most waited and Molly was very busy, and Daniel or Jon made sure she was flying high all the time, going in now and again to slam another load in her, and by that I mean Meth in her veins and Poz cum in her cunt or arse, I say Meth, but I am sure she was also on a cocktail of special K and heroin too, either way, she could not have known what was being done to her. After 3 days had passed, Molly was allowed to come down off her high, she was cleaned up put back into uniform and told to go to work. I heard later that Molly got to the police station and was immediately called in for a “chat”, which resulted in her having to take a drug test which of course she failed miserably and then her locker was searched which turned up some drugs that had been stolen from the evidence locker. Gary had not only informed his bosses that Molly was on drugs but had also planted the evidence. The moral of the story, never cross my sister It was less than 24 hours later when Molly was back at our house asking for a fix, she had brought money but that wasn’t enough for Tracy, Tracy mad Molly ask if she could suck Jons and Daniels cocks and then she still charged Molly for the fix, Molly cranked up in our living room and as soon as she had started to float Daniel undid her jeans and after taking off her trainers, pulling down her jeans and knickers proceeded to fuck her again, I guess Molly was aware what was happening but accepted it for the sake of the drugs.

If a owner places a brand upon you that says you are toxic, bio hazard or a whore Then as far as i concerned NO explaining required The Branding explains all Even in a highly visible prominent location If a owner deems so you have no say in the matter and must accept without Question The Owners requirements

I had a fuck buddy with a fat 8” cock. It was a bit of a struggle to get it inside me so I always started out sitting on it. I would ride him until my hole relaxed. Felt great working out the kinks and opening up the second ring then we’d change positions without uncoupling. I liked riding his cock but it’s not as satisfying as getting fucked.

You’re not getting it. These diseases are preventable with testing, treatment, awareness and responsible behavior. People don’t have to get them. We keep getting them because there are people among us who promote their spread by not getting tested, not getting treated, not taking steps to become aware of their own health status, and not giving a rat’s ass about anybody but themselves. You want to tell me that if some sociopathic motherfucker thinks it’s fine to knock me up with his treatment-resistant gono I just need to either shut up and happily take it or always demand a condom from anyone? Fuck that noise. He’s in the wrong. He’s a menace to all of us, and we should not tolerate his dickheadedness. You have the breathtaking gall to tell me that I have to accept somebody’s STD as the price I have to pay for sex? Let me tell you brother, I have already paid for that goddamn ticket, paid for it nearly with my life, so don’t try to tell me it’s “just part of it”. It’s a fucking enemy at the gate, and if you’re not fighting it, you’re helping it.

I am a bisexual married guy that becomes an insatiable cum whore when spun on Tina. I got pozzer in a bathhouse sling room in Dallas. I lost count of how many raped and bred me that day.

Would love to be branded in the pubic area. The pain is temporary but the significance would be permanent.

Not always, it depends on how I am jerking off. But yeah, if I have a big dollop of spooge on my hand I lick it off. My favorite way to eat my cum, however, is to felch it out of the bottom I just fucked and loaded. I happen to think my cum tastes great so it’s a real treat when I can lick it from a hairy hole.

I would love to branded just like live stock with my owners mark permanently burned into my rear flank. any one else?

I was cruising Grindr for some cock while my roomies were out of town. I got three hits at the same time and lined them up. First was a good sized black cock that I sucked hard and then got ass up for. His deep stroking didn't last too long before he came what felt like a gallon of cum in me. He quickly dressed and left. After him, came a heavier bear with a gut but a nice 8-9inch cock that was hard and ready to go. I again got ass up and he fucked me for maybe 10 minutes before his rythm picked up and he started grunting real hard. He came in me twice. The last load was from a clean cut white guy who was already harder when he undressed. I sucked him because...well because I wanted to feel it in my mouth a bit. Ass up again, he fucked me for maybe 5 minutes u til he came a heavy load in me. He quickly dressed and left me alone. I spent the next hour playing with and eating cum off my fingers while fucking myself with a dildo.

If you fuck raw you know what your risking. I never stop taking loads

Glad you guys are enjoying this storyline... Part III My boy followed Brent up the stairs to our bedroom as Sam got up and sat down beside me. “I imagine they'll need about fifteen minutes for the next part of the audition, so we've got some time to get to know each other,” he said, as his leg brushed against mine and he slapped my inner thigh with his hand. “Mind if I ask some questions about your sexual skills and experience?” “Sure,” I answered. “Ever been in an orgy?” “No, not yet.” He made a mark on his pad. “Ever felched a hole before sharing your boy's ass with Joe?” “Not on purpose. But I'm sure I ate my boy's hole once or twice when there was already cum in there.” He made another note. “Ever suck a cock that might be POZ?” “Not yet,” I answered, waiting for him to take note of my response. “Want to try?” Sam leered at me as he put down the clipboard, spread his legs, and forcefully guided my hand to his crotch. He thrust my hand to his belt, and helped me unbutton his jeans, releasing a thick uncut cock. “Get to it, slut.” I crouched between Sam's muscular thighs and he forced my head down into his crotch. “Make my dick nice and wet. It's gonna fuck at least one hole tonight!” I slobbered all over Sam's cock, and fished out my own hard-on. My mind reeled with sex as I breathed in the scent of Sam's crotch and swallowed his dick. I knew at the very same moment, there was a good chance that my boy was blowing Brent. I sucked Sam off for a few minutes. I have always loved giving head, and I wanted to make a good impression. Sam was running his fingers through my hair and even pulling it as he led my head up and down, completely controlling the pace. After a bit, he held my head with one hand on my throat and kept my head still. He POUNDED my throat until I was gagging. “You're doing well man. Just let me use your throat. You want to be used, don't you?” Sam yanked my shirt over my head and leaned forward so he could stick a spit-moistened finger in my ass. I tensed as his first knuckle jammed into me. I started moaning so much that I must have been giving a really shitty blowjob. Sam spun me around so my face was on the floor and my ass was up. He dove between my cheeks and roughly licked my ass with his fingers and his tongue. I tried turning my head to see if he was getting ready to fuck me, but he used his free hand to hold my head to the floor as he stuck three fingers of his other hand painfully inside me. Sam released my head as he got to his knees behind me and teased my ass with his raw cock. He slid up and down my crack. I squirmed around until his head was right at my hole. “You trying to get me to fuck you?” “Uh huh” I grunted. “Take your time. I'll take your ass when I'm good and ready.” “Fuck yeah,” I moaned, adding “it's your's to take!” I couldn't believe I was giving into being a bottom pig for a total stranger who was very likely POZ. My knees were weak and I could feel myself shivering a bit knowing very soon I would be full of raw dick. Sam slapped his tool against my hole a few times and I could feel his precum dripping into me. He jabbed the head in just until my ass closed around his mushroom. I started to push back on his cock, and he pulled out. “Dude, I know you think this is about you, but it's not. Be patient.” Just then, I heard a chuckle from the staircase. I looked up to see Brent coming down the stairs alone. He was dressed but had removed his tie, and unbuttoned and untucked his shirt. Brent stood me up and chastised Sam, “Go easy on him. He's new to all this.” Sam immediately grabbed his clipboard and made a note. “Now go upstairs,” he told Sam, explaining “the boy is ready for you.” At that point, I didn't know how far Bent had gone with my boy's part of the interview, but I figured they hadn't fucked since he was still dressed. Sam shucked off his jeans in a pile at the base of the stairs, and eagerly bounded up towards the bedroom. I knew he would be rough-fucking my boy raw within minutes. Brent wrapped his arms around me and gave me a bear hug. “Your boy did very well. I'm sure you'd be proud of how well his portion of the audition went. You're a lucky man.” I beamed with pride knowing that he approved of my boyfriend. “Did you fuck him?” I asked. “Maybe, maybe not yet. But I'm down here with you now. Let's talk about you.” Brent's tone was completely different than Sam's: he was more experienced and more even-tempered, just as sexy but in total contrast. Brent leaned forward and kissed me. He was making love to my mouth as his hands explored my chest, tweaking my nipples and working lower until they found my rock-hard cock. He sat me down on the sofa and went down on me, gingerly lapping at my balls and going lower as he slowly raised my legs until my hole was exposed to him. He gently licked my ass and made wider and wider circles as I relaxed. He worked in a finger or two without me feeling any pain at all. I felt myself melting into his hand. Brent stood up and began taking off his clothes. “You know what Sam is doing to your boy right now, don't you?” “I bet he's pounding him hard.” “Probably. Are you sure you're ok with that?” “Yes. I'll be more ok with it if you fuck me right now.” Brent smiled down at me as he opened his trousers and revealed a beautifully long thin shiny wet dick. When I saw it, I wondered if he had already fucked my boy. He spit on his hand and lubed his cock. He gently leaned into me and without feeling any pain, I took his entire length, balls deep. He eased in and out of me until my ass was spasming with pleasure. Brent kissed me, filling my mouth with his tongue as I melted completely into him. His pace increased, but he was tender as he fucked me. It was more like making love than I had ever experienced with my boyfriend, completely different than the brute animal energy I had received from Sam. “Do you want me to cum in you” he asked. “Yes. I want to feel your cum in my ass. I want to join your Club and let all of the guys fuck me!” His pace quickened. “Even the POZ ones?” “YES! Especially the POZ ones!” “And your boy? Do you want him to take our loads too?” “YES! Give us both your seed!” His pace slowed until he stopped, holding his pulsing dick deep in me. “You want us to give you both our POZ seed?” “YES! Give us your POZ seed!” He pumped slowly as he kissed me and then withdrew his cock. “I already have.” I knew in that moment that he was POZ. And I knew that he had cum inside me. My head swam as I realized what I had allowed to and even encouraged happen. “Want to go upstairs with me and see how Sam is getting along with your boy?” To be continued...

she'd always had lots of gay guy friends. a __ hag, right. we'd gotten married right after high school in rural texas but moved to houston before the year was out and etched out a small life there. kalyn (i know) was sweet but dumb and thought that loving sex and the city made her progressive. she picked up some crappy jobs and made friends with a lot of gay guys. this was odd to me since i knew she was a huge homophobe. one night I tried to play with her asshole and she ridiculed me for being gay. "You know pussy is enough for most guys that aren't faggots." she was right about one thing though, pussy wasn't enough for me because I also wanted dick. we had started having pot luck dinners with kalyn's friends. mostly gay guys. it was lots of fun. one night we had ted and george over--pretty much our closest friends. kalyn had a little too much of her crappy wine and forgot who she was talking to and mocked me for being gay. George replied, "Oh well if he's gay we should probably have sex" "oh I didn't mean it like that." "No, we must find out if your husband is a disgusting fag." kalyn looked bereft. she hadn't meant to offend her buddies, but she was super dumb. I decided to exploit the opportunity. "let's get you to bed, okay?" **** I put Kalyn to bed and came back out. George and Ted were still there. They were both super gay. and hot. "Sorry about that. i dunno what to say, but she's kinda super homophobic." "Anyway, let me show you something." I went to a top kitchen cupboard and pulled down a dvd. i popped it in the xbox 360 and took a seat next to Ted on the couch. I pushed play. some gay porn started up. A skinny white guy was laying in a sex swing and getting fucked in the ass bareback by a biker looking guy. ted started laughing, "so you are a faggot!" george looked bemused. we all watched the porno. the first top ejaculated in the bottom's ass. "you ever taken a dick?" ted asked. "no. just a fantasy. i haven't actually fucked anyone but kalyn." i watched intently as the next man slid his penis inside the bottom. "you know you're getting fucked tonight, right?" i didnt respond for like 30 seconds, and ted and george waited patiently. "what if she wakes up?" "don't worry, i can tell she is OUT. and anyway, we'll be cool if she gets up." i didn't say anything but i got up and took off all my clothes. "Do you have any lube?" "Yeah hang on". I went into the darkened bedroom and poked around the nightstand. I found some warming lube I'd bought for our anniversary a few months back. i could see that Kalyn was zonked. i pulled the comforter up around her shoulders. I went back to the living room and closed the bedroom door. I handed the lube to Ted "ok i guess this'll have to do" I got naked and took off the back couch cushions, tossing them over the back. i pressed my torso against the seat of the couch and stuck my ass in the air. Ted lubed my hole and his cock. he slid all the way inside me in one move. I gasped. fuck that was intense! Ted fucked me like a slut, and fair enough. i struggled to take his dick but if i was going to try gay sex, i wasn't going to give up so easily. eventually, i stopped panicking and started enjoying the sensation. as he got close to cumming, ted started weirdly narrating what was happening. "yeah im about to nut in this chick's husband." i realized george had his phone out and was filming. "oh fuck yeah" ted pushed into me and george got up close. "this slut really is tight." "you were a virgin huh?" i turned my face out of the couch to say "yup". george was up close with his camera and obviously got a clear shot of me.fuck it. i got up on my elbows and said right into the lens "but im thinking about being a cumslut now." ted began to ejaculate in me, pounding my hole franticly. "oh fuck yeah bitch" he said a little too loud for comfort. he withdrew and i climbed up on the couch, laying on my back as i felt semen and lube slide out of my hole.ted was heading to the bathroom, which required going through the bedroom where kalyn was passed out. "hey could you grab a towel" i called after quietly. *** hello, i'd like to make some friends here. message me!

I’m thinking of going to the naked night on Thursday and try my first night ever of just letting all the guys fuck and cum in me. Is any one else going?

I pretty much always lick up my cum. Whether it is from my hand/fingers... or out of the bottom hole I just dumped in. I love creampies and sucking it all back out. A couple of my FWB's love to have my cum fed to them from their ass. I find it very hot. I have one buddy who shoots absolutely MASSIVE loads in my hole... and quite often... doubles. He is a fanatic about licking it all out and snowballing with me. VERY hot.

I think some feelings or thoughts never fade. They're inked to our souls. When I was far from ginger I was just thinking how would he react to things that happen in my daily life. I never managed to find him again. I know he still thinks of me as I do. I hope he's still there when i go.

Same - reckon I get something six days a week… and often two or three in a day

I've read a lot of these stories and I'm afraid my story is much tamer, but at the same time unique. I never found myself attracted to men but like almost all boys my first sexual experiences were with other boys. I can remember at 12yr old sitting in a big circle at YMCA camp and touching each other's dicks. It wasn't that I was attracted to boys it was just that it felt so amazing to have someone else touch me. ' My brother was 18 months younger than me. For some reason, the group that I hung out with, almost all had little brothers in the same age range as my brother. We and they would routinely have slumber parties at someone's house but the two groups were never together. They were a lot of fun and when it came time to go to sleep the topic of conversation would always turn to sex. We didn't have a clue (this was the early 70's) but each of us was sporting a hard on that could cut glass. Inevitably we would jerk ourselves off and then go to sleep (no one was touching anyone else). As it turned out, our younger siblings were having a much better time than us. One boy in their group volunteered to give a blowjob to anyone that wanted one. These guys lined up(I am so jealous that I wasn't that aggressive or self aware then) and they all were getting their first blowjob. I know they were freaked out but also loving it. When my brother and my best friends little brother told us about it, we were gobsmacked. We had never even considered that a guy would give another guy a blowjob (obviously we were incredibly naive). One night when my best friend, my younger brother and I were hanging out alone at our house(I'm pretty sure my parents and my best friends parents were out partying), we started to question my brother about how the whole thing went down. He was very matter of fact. The boy that was giving the blowjobs went into another room and the rest of them lined up. I have no idea how long he sucked them. I'm pretty sure none of them could cum( they were 11 and 12). After hearing all of this, my friend suggested that we all try it. For some reason, we went outside into my backyard. 2 of the 3 of us would go out into the backyard and when it was time the other one would turn on the outside lights while one of the two blew the other one. I can remember that the blowjobs only lasted 15 or 30 seconds but it was one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life. I don't remember how we ended, we probably just went to bed (none of us could cum yet) but the intensity and eroticism of those moments stayed with us. Soon, my friend and I were looking for excuses to spend the night at each other's houses. We would always end up in the same bed. It's funny to look back on it. My friend always had to initiate saying something like "do you want to fool around"? Of course I did but I was so shy I could never bring myself to ask. He was always the leader and I was always willing to do whatever he wanted. I have the most amazing memories of leaning my head back over the mattress and letting him face fuck me. He always let me do the same thing to him. We tried anal sex but had no idea how to prep for it and we both found it incredibly painful. Finally, he said that he'd read that it wasn't dangerous to swallow cum. He asked if I would like to try and I was more that willing. I went first. We had always tapped each other on the head when we were about to cum and then whoever was sucking would pull back and finish the other off with his hand. That wasn't going to happen this time. Honestly I wasn't that nervous about it. I went first and when he tapped my head I just sucked harder. When he came, it didn't bother me in the least. I thought his cum tasted sweet and a little bit salty. I swallowed all of it. He blew me next, but when I came he bolted to the bathroom and spit my cum in the sink. It was obvious that he wasn't into it. After that I simply told him that I was glad to have him cum in my mouth, but he did not have to do it to me. We had a few more sessions, but then he got a girlfriend and everything stopped. I was fine with it. I was looking for girls too. I guess the point of my story is that not everyone is born to be a cocksucker but a lot of us love giving pleasure and that includes that amazing moment when a cock starts to pulse cum into our mouths. I personally love it. I spent many years trying to deny it, but now I simply let my natural instinct to please lead me to so many wonderful encounters. I'm still totally into women, but men are so exciting that I can't stay away. I absolutely love to give head and eat cum but I don't consider myself gay. I don't give a shit what label you put on it. All I know is, I love giving pleasure to both men and women, men are just way less trouble:-)

You're right about this guys. I do have some lack of solid information but i got some yesterday. He slept at my place, we went to a theatre and had a dinner together. We had some good time together. He told me he would marry by the end of July, but he feels like he shouldn't. Actually he told me he's not into marriage and that he asked her to marry bcz he felt bad for her. That could be a greek thing bcz some people may think that if u respect a woman uhave to marry her otherwise you disprect her? or sth like that. She also wants a kid but he doesnt feel into it. I told him that since he is in a good age to be a father (for greece's standards its around 30+), he has a good job, she has a job .. well the circumstances favor that. I told him that he would never be ready, but he could do it. But still he's not into it. He asked me if a had gf and i said no. So he asked me if i have sex and I said no again (which is true). I was trying to tell him that im gay but i didnt feel sure. He also hugged me when i told him sth about my family.

Nice. You sound like the perfect husband.

Going thru a hairy back phase... luv grabbing a fistful of shoulder blade fur whille driving deep... any others out like it too?? Luv to get pix of backs too...

I have a small update.. A patient hit on me (a female). That's not very unusual. You are just kind and keep ur distance. If it gets worse you just ask someone to replace you. We were chekcing her medical her after surgery (she removed her appendix). She was complaining about being nauseous. I don't remember exactly what she said but something like she's dizzy bcz of my looks or something. I kinda thought my friend was annoyed and when we dscussed about her medical hstory in his office he was a lttle bit angry. He said that I deserve someone way better than her. I gambled by saying "like who?" and he said i don't know but not her. U need someone who is good looking as you. And he called me for fun "sexy american boi" he touched my shoulder and left his office. I was confused. Later, we changed clothes (when we are about to perform a surgery) and we saw us almost naked. Actually he saw me more than I did. I felt shy looking so I had turned my back. He turned me towards and he said that he should return to the gym too. He asked (for joke) whether the names on my chest where members of my fan club. I laughed bcz i didnt know what to say and we moved on. I'm confused bcz all these could be just some fooling around and nothing more. I think that I really like hm as a friend. I think if an emotion grows inside me it could be a little more towards love (lke loving a friend) than passion.

Being it's Thanksgiving, and friends and family are all at home, I needed a clandestine release. I "had something" I needed to handle in my workshop (which is in my back yard) and said I'd be back soon. I had a Grindr regular meet me out there, and in the dark, next to the fireplace, he quietly fucked me for about 10 minutes. He's normally good for 30+, but he had his own obligations to get back to. He quietly came in my ass and I sucked my ass off of his cock and that was that. I came back in and was able to get this pic pushing his cum out, which is my 2nd most favorite thing, right after having a dick balls deep in me. 😁

I think piss is almost becoming part of what would be considered vanilla these days. I see plenty of guys stating they are into it on say Grindr, along with guys in harnesses/bondage etc. I suppose the easy access to all types of porn, which seems to now always focus more on fetish or extreme is making it all more run of the mill.

I am going to Italy next year. Spending time in the usual places Rome, Florence, Venice;Milan and Naples where are the cruisiest places , the easiest to get BB sex and how do you get Poppers when u are in Italy ? What apps do you use to hook up?

CHAPTER 3 – JACE THE WHORE I love watching Brian plow a neg hole. He likes to get a boy on all fours, back arched—the position of total surrender. He grabs a giant handful of the boy’s musclebutt in each hand. Then, after impaling that poor unsuspecting bitch on his fat poz dick, he pulls back to expose the length of his shaft, throwing the full weight of his body into another deep thrust, his stomach and balls smacking hard against the boy’s wide-open hole. More often than not, a full thrust of Brian’s raw dick produces my favorite sound that humans can make: an involuntary primal grunt, emanating from somewhere deep in the gut, like pain and hunger at the same time. When he’s fucking a negboy, Brian pulls out every few minutes to slather more Tina-laced lube on his dick, leaving that hungry hole empty and gaping and slick with toxic precum while the boy whimpers a little louder and reaches back to spread his hole a little wider. With every dose of chems – with every shard of Tina smeared into that twitching fuckhole—the boy’s hunger keeps building, his fears and shames falling away as he gives in to a desperate, almost delirious craving. He starts mumbling incoherently, bits of pigtalk interspersed with sounds that aren’t quite words, but not quite moans either—the primal ravings of a bitch in heat. Before long, he’ll be making sharp backward hip-thrusts, impaling his chemmed-up jockhole at an increasingly rapid clip—smack, slap, slosh—as the skin on his bubble butt grows red from the pounding. If he’s like most boys, he doesn’t stop to ask questions when I put the Tina bong in front of him. By that point, he’s already tweaking on the chems in his butt, so he doesn’t put up a fight. He just wordlessly wraps his mouth around the glass stem, looking up at me with those pitch-black pupils as the bong chamber turns solid white and he eagerly fills his lungs with smoke. With every cloud billowing out of his mouth, he arches his back a little more sharply to elevate his fuckhole a little further toward the ceiling. There’s no question now: his ass is ours. In less than an hour, we’ve managed to transform a nice, upstanding kid into a helpless faggot with a Tina-fueled hunger for dick. I make sure to teach him the basic skills: how to take a nice deep hit, hold his breath for a few moments, and wrap his mouth around my cock before exhaling a thick cloud down the length of my shaft. (“Good boy,” I always say, which he usually answers with a muffled moan.) And while Brian’s cock keeps plunging its full length into that raw cumhole, I look down on our sweet, naïve, fucked-up negboy with a crooked smile of sadistic pride. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to Jace. * * * After getting dressed, I headed back to the pool party. Jace followed just a few steps behind like some kind of forlorn pup. When we rejoined the group near the pool, I gave Brian a little wink. He walked over to Jace, chatted briefly with him, and led him back inside. They were gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Jace looked a little more flushed than before, and Brian was grinning the cockiest of grins. “I took him to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear. “Then I worked a nice big shard of T up inside his butt with my dick. Had to keep my hand over his mouth to keep that bitch from sobbing with pure joy.” “You breed him?” “Not yet. Gotta keep his cunt on edge, you know?” “Good thinking, babe. Now it's my turn.” I turned toward Jace, flashing him a crooked grin before walking back into the house. He followed me to the bathroom. I locked the door behind us. Almost by instinct, he simply turned around, pulled down his swimsuit, and leaned over the toilet to expose his hole. I placed my palm over his mouth and shoved my cock inside him in a single rough thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his hole spasmed in pain, but he nodded encouragement. I began pounding his twitching cunt with my raw dick. “Brian and I are heading back home in 5 minutes,” I whispered in his ear. “Cancel your plans. Be at our door in half an hour. Got that, pig?” He nodded again. “Good. Because I know you’re hungry for seed.” I felt a cold shudder run through his body. Goosebumps formed on his back. And then I pulled out, giving his ass a hard smack. “See you soon, faggot.” * * * Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I found Jace standing anxiously at our front door. He looked directly into my eyes and managed a single word: “Please.” I nodded and gestured him inside. Five minutes later, my dick was back inside his raw fuckhole. Brian placed the glass pipe against Jace’s lips and lit the chamber. “I’ll tell you when to inhale,” he said. “You ever play with Tina?” Jace shook his head no. I grunted in appreciation—as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing hotter than a chempig initiation—and my cock twitched as I delivered a little bump of precum into that boy's newly partied-up butt. Meanwhile, with my cock still lodged deep inside him, I grabbed my phone to call Tristan, our dealer. (I'd been sending him updates throughout the day, so he knew what we'd been up to.) Tristan and I never bothered with formalities. "Please tell me that boy came back," he said when he picked up the phone. "Please tell me you're bringing that hungry hole to me." "Oh, he’s fuckin' ready, dude. In fact, he just blew a giant cloud on Brian's cock. Want him?” "Yes. In fact, I've set aside a very nice reward for you guys. A finder's fee, you might say." “Fuck yeah, bro. We can head that way in a few. He doesn’t have any loads in him yet, so you can be the first.” "Sweet! Get here fast, fucker." And with that, Tristan hung up. I pulled my dick from Jace’s hole, eliciting a truly pathetic whimper. “Don’t you worry, pig,” I said to him. “We’re taking you to meet our friend Tristan. He’s very eager to make a little money off this chemmed-up musclebutt. You ready to be a whore, boy?” “Yes, sir.” “OK, but let's be totally clear about one thing: I didn’t say slut. What did I say?” “You said whore.” “That’s right, boy. I said whore. And by that I mean a literal whore—a trashy fuckin’ pig who eagerly spreads his hole for any dude with a fistful of cash. Got that?” He moaned and reached back to expose his butt, now leaking a steady stream of lube and precum. “That's what I like to see, boy. Now get your fuckin' clothes on.” MORE SOON...

CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...

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