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  1. Fuck man, was just thinking about it and, as a bottom, one of the fucking hottest moments (and there are many) when I’m getting fucked is when the top passes that point where there’s no turning back and I know that load is going in me. Not quite at the orgasm but before, when his breathing gets heavy, or he starts warning me that he’s close. That moment I just think, “Fuck. This is it. It’s going to happen.” It’s so fucking intense to be on a ride that you know there’s no getting off of. At this point, I know he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. The breeding is imminent. Usually that’s when, depending on the position, I’ll either wrap my legs around him or reach around and grab his ass cheeks and make sure he’s not going anywhere. It’s my way of telling him that orgasm is happening in me and they train that’s coming down the track isn’t stopping, isn’t going anywhere else, but up my ass. Locking him in just before he enters his orgasm phase is so fucking hot because I know that once it starts there’s no way he can control himself and I’m not giving him anywhere to go but in me. There’s a lot of hot moments I enjoy but that’s one of the best, yeah, the moment between “I’m close” and the start of the orgasm where we’re both commiting to taking this all the way. It’s kinda like the moment he’s experiencing the orgasm is even hotter because you know the next part is involuntary and uncontrollable at that point. Once he’s feeling that electric wave of ecstasy of orgasm shoot throughout his entire body, the involuntary twitches and pumps that are about to occur as he floods my guts with his load are unavoidable and imminent.
    12 points
  2. I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…
    11 points
  3. Planned a layover in Atlanta Sunday night and went to Flex. Only large room available was the sling room so I got it. Walked around wearing only a harness and chastity cage, no towel. Only wore the jockstrap when ass up on the bed and didn't when in the sling. Between being anon ass up face down with blindfold on the bed and blindfolded in the sling in the room I took 16 loads. Some guys dropped 2 loads in me. While walking the hallway I saw this tall, muscular slightly beefy Latino in his mid to late 20s I guess. Hot! Figured he would blow me off and keep going. A little small chat and as I reached for his dick under his towel he pulled it out. I dropped to my knees and started sucking him in the hallway. I then said I have a room if he wants to go. Luckily it was right behind us. He said yes and we went. He laid on his back and I started sucking him. As he got hard he asked if I wanted to ride him. I didn't hesitate to slide down on him raw. I rode him for a bit then he started fucking me. After a short while I started riding him again and he said he was about to cum. When I thought he was about to cum I came down on him and held him inside as he shot his load in me. I collapsed on top of him and we started to kiss and make out for a short while. Both of us sweating. Set a new best taking 17 loads in one night. Previously had taken 15 loads at Flex before New Years and 15 once before at Crew Club in DC. Pic below is of the Latino guy and myself.
    9 points
  4. Chapter 15 - Prom, Part 2 By the time the clock struck midnight, it was official- prom was a resounding success. Almost every one of Brian and Jake’s friends were incredibly supportive. If anyone had any negative feelings about their friends coming out, they kept it to themselves. Both boys were basking in the glow of living their true selves, and being able to do it with each other made it all the better. Brian even managed to get used to the various “nice catch” compliments he was getting all night; which of course he wholeheartedly agreed with. As prom was winding down, Brian was ready to proclaim it the best night of his life. As he walked out of the event venue, tie now loose around his neck, holding his jacket in one hand, his boyfriend’s hand in the other, he was thinking about how he would always remember this night. Coming out, being with Jake- he didn’t think it could get any better. Jake had already taken initiative and ordered an Uber as the entire senior class was busy getting kicked out of the restaurant. It must have been waiting nearby, as it was already outside when they got out to the parking lot. They said goodbye to their friends before climbing in the back seat, never letting go of the other’s hand. As the car left the party to take the boys home, Brian spoke up. “I’m pretty sure that was perfect.” “Yeah” Jake replied, before taking a big breath as he reviewed his night and realized just how happy he was. “Thank you, for making this happen.” The two locked eyes. “Thank you for being the most amazing, forgiving, and, not to mention, smoking hot boyfriend a guy could ask for” Brian replied, before leaning in to give Jake a kiss. Feeling rather exhausted, he put his head against Jake’s shoulder, his hand on Jake’s upper leg, and snuggled up while taking his own deep breath. He wasn’t ready to sleep, but he closed his eyes, just for a moment, to soak in this feeling. As Brian laid up against Jake’s muscular wrestler body, he thought he could feel him shaking. Brian opened his eyes, sat up a bit, and asked “Are you cold?” Jake laughed “No, why?” “You felt like you were shaking.” “Maybe, but it’s not because I’m cold.” Jake had a smirk on his face, which precipitated a confused look on Brian’s, who then realized his eyes had been closed for a few minutes at least. As he looked out of the car, he noticed they weren’t headed in the direction of his house. “Where are we going?” Brian asked. “Nowhere special, but some place private” Jake responded softly, trying to keep his cool. Brian just shot him a confused look; one that Jake could barely make out against the dim glow of streetlights shining into the car. “You’ll see” he said. ************ “Uh, is this the place?” The Uber driver seemed a little surprised to be bringing two high school boys from prom to a “budget” motel. “Yup, thanks” Jake responded, bounding quickly out the door of the car, basically pulling Brian out along with him. “A motel?” Brian asked. Jake didn’t respond. He just kept walking, quicker than normal, down the straight line of motel rooms. Brian could tell he was nervous. Jake dug into his pockets and pulled out a key attached to a big plastic tag. Finally, the pair got to the door of the last room at the motel. Jake inserted the key, opened the door, and gave Brian a quick glance- a mixture of nerves and lust. As soon as Brian rounded the corner into the room, Jake pulled him close, and the two high schoolers released all of the nervous energy that had kept them tightly wound-up all night into the most passionate make out session they had had to date. Brian pushed Jake backwards onto the motel bed as they kissed, and crawled on top of him, never breaking the connection until he finally said “Tonight was amazing”. Jake reached up and ran his hand through his boyfriend’s brown hair. “Yes, it was. And it’s not over yet.” Brian rolled onto his back on the bed and took a deep breath. “I can’t believe you got a motel room” he said with a laugh. He started peeling off his tux, which by this point was drenched in sweat from nerves and dancing. “Yeah, well I couldn’t really afford a hotel, and I wanted to be with you tonight. I want you to fuck me.” “Jake! You know I can’t do that!” Brian sat up, tux jacket and dress shirt still on, but both unbuttoned, showing his smooth, glistening chest and abs. “We have to be careful.” “Yeah, I know.” Jake replied, standing up and starting to take off his clothes now too. He quickly removed everything down to his boxers before turning back and looking at Brian, whose stiffening cock he thought he could make out through the thin dress pants he was still wearing. “But we can fuck around and be careful at the same time.” He picked up the tux jacket and reached into the inner breast pocket, and pulled out four or five condoms. Brian smiled- he was going to give Jake another warning, but deep down he already knew it was a formality. “No matter what we do there’s a chance I could infect you. Apparently, time-wise, I’m pretty toxic…”, he air-quoted the word, not sure Jake would get it, “…right now.” “It’s prom, I love you, and I’ll take my chances.” With that, Jake walked closer and Brian leaned back, his hands behind him on the bed, his legs bent underneath him at the knees, presenting his stiffening poz cock and smooth slim torso to this star athlete he had caught as his boyfriend. Jake’s hands when right to Brian’s pants, unzipping them and taking out Brian’s semi-hard 7.5in cock. Before Brian could protest, as this was not what he would have considered being careful, Jake attacked the twink’s cock with his mouth. Brian’s dick stiffened to attention immediately as it made its way deep into Jake’s warm throat. Jake’s hands ran up the gap in Brian’s shirt, caressing his smooth hard body as he sucked his dick. After a minute or so, Jake maneuvered himself onto the bed, and Brian could no longer hold himself up that way, so he collapsed down. Jake crawled over him, undid the belt, and slid off his pants and, to his surprise, sexy briefs. Then he helped Brian get out of his jacket and shirt before pausing for just a moment to soak in the sight of his naked 18 year old poz boyfriend. He went back to sucking Brian’s cock, which Brian allowed for a few minutes before grabbing Jake’s hair and turning the tables on him; pushing him back into the pillows and moving to take his own position of power. “I can’t cum in your mouth, and you had me close.” Brian pulled Jake’s boxers off of him, finally releasing his hard thick cock from it’s confines. Then, he went down on him just as he had in his Jeep in the high school parking lot a few weeks prior; which was the last time they had done more than make out. Jake closed his eyes and let Brian go to town, letting out a few faint moans- Brian was getting good at sucking dick. As Brian swirled his tongue around the tip of Jake’s hard cock, Jake clenched the comforter and did his best to stop himself from cumming. He didn’t want to explode what was sure to be a massive load in Brian’s mouth. “No.” Jake said, before grabbing Brian’s shoulders and lifting him up from his throbbing cock. “What?” Brian replied, a little confused. He thought for sure he’d have made Jake cum by now. Jake had other plans. Jake was his high school’s star wrestler, and it showed with how much quicker and stronger he was than Brian as he forced him to flip places yet again, Brian now flat on his back. He propped himself up a bit with his forearms and saw Jake moving to position his cock for a clear shot at his ass. “Wait, wear a condom!” “You came in me last time, I want to cum in you.” “This is NOT a good idea!” Brian pleaded with Jake. As much as Brian had been turned on throughout his entire pozzing journey, even when he was essentially being forced, he had only ever though of pozzing Jake as a gigantic mistake. He cared for his boyfriend more than anything he had ever cared about in his life, and didn’t want him to suffer for his bad decision making. “Me topping you will be fine” Jake responded, practically begging Brian to let him fuck him. “That’s not necessarily true” Brian said with a sigh. Jake just looked into his eyes, the love between them making the connection incredibly intense, and Brian could tell that Jake was still hoping for permission. “But it would be better than me fucking you.” Jake took that as permission. He grabbed Brian by the shoulder with his left hand, spit on his right hand before grabbing his cock, and guided it towards Brian’s smooth, tight ass hole. As Jake felt the tip of his cock touch Brian’s hole, he couldn’t stop himself. He thrust himself forward. His dick broke through and was now inside of his scrawny twink boyfriend. Brian let out a loud yelp as Jake’s barely lubed dick entered him. He wasn’t a virgin anymore, but his ass was still tight, and he was still unused to a having a thick hard rod slammed deep into it. This turned Jake on even more. He had loved letting Brian take him the first time they had sex, but now he was getting turned on by the fact that they were in their expected roles- the strong muscular jock pounding the skinny nerd. Jake didn’t last long; Brian had gotten him pretty worked up already with his superb blowjob. Jake pounded away as hard as he could for maybe a minute or two. Brian’s one hand was holding on to Jake’s arm, the other way on his chest. He could feel Jake shudder, and then Jake made one last forceful thrust before unleashing a massive load into Brian’s ass. Fully spent after a long day and hard fuck, Jake collapsed onto Brian, and they began making out again. Brian wrapped his legs around Jake and put one hand on his back while the other ran through his dark hair, capturing him in a tight embrace as they kissed. Jake had pulled his cock out, and Brian felt the cum leaking out his ass; it really had been a massive load. Brian wondered if Jake had cum at all since he sucked him off a few weeks back. After making out for a few more minutes, the two eighteen year olds just lie together, entangled on the motel bed, catching their breath. “I love you Jake, and that was amazing, but it was not a good idea.” Brian said, trying to come across as caring not scolding. Jake understood his tone. “I know, I brought the condoms for a reason. I just, I guess I know those other guys got to breed you, and I wanted to do it too. But, yeah, I should probably be more careful.” “It’s okay baby, it was fucking amazing.” ************ Brian and Jake cuddled together for a while after that, both tired but neither succumbing to sleep as the clock ticked into the early morning hours. Jake had snuck some vodka and rum out of his house, and so they boys each took a few shots and horsed around, alternating making out, feeling each other up, and just enjoying their two naked teenage bodies together and alone in a cheap motel. They were both tipsy, if not pretty much drunk, after a little while, and as Brian got up off the bed to go to the bathroom, Jake admired how his cock hung off his slender frame, how his leg muscles flexed any time he walked, and how his perky runner ass made him sexier than Brian would ever realize. He had never enjoyed watching someone walk that much before. While Brian was in the bathroom, Jake finally ripped open the covers of the bed and spread out, his head spinning a bit as he laid it down on the pillows. As Brian came out, Jake opened his legs wide to beckon Brian in so that he could hold him and feel more of his hot body. Brian loved what he saw too- Jake’s lean body, more muscular than Brian’s but still thin. His strong thighs, his patch of dark bush above his cock. He climbed onto the bed and sat on his knees in between Jake’s legs, playing with cock as he caressed his leg. “Did you realize how awkward I was? Jake asked. “What?” “When we ran into each other at BU. When I asked you to be my roommate. I honestly had no idea I could get a crush on someone so fast.” “Are you telling me you didn’t have a crush on me before!?” Brian playfully scoffed. “I really didn’t. You won me over in one day.” “Well, you know I had a giant crush on you for a while.” “I know” Jake responded with a cheesy smile. “I couldn’t believe it when you were there at BU. I couldn’t believe it when we spent the whole day together and you asked me to be your roommate. I couldn’t believe it when you kissed me.” Brian paused, and Jake kept smiling. “I especially couldn’t believe it when you let me fuck you.” Brian was getting turned on by thinking about their first time together. Both he and Jake were exhausted and buzzed, and their minds were in that hazy, could fall asleep at any moment state, and yet Brian’s cock was getting excited again. He took his cock in his hand as it neared it’s full 7.5 inch length again, and lightly rubbed the tip against Jake’s asshole. “I thought for sure you’d be the one fucking me, like tonight.” “What can I say, your cock is amazing, and I wanted it inside me. I wish we could do that again.” Jake replied, his eyes closed as he pictured himself getting fucked. Brian’s kinky, danger-seeking brain was getting a hit of adrenaline again, bringing him to that place where he made decisions he might later regret. He looked down at his hard cock, and knew it was essentially a weapon hanging there between his legs. And yet, it was his best feature, and he had to admit that he felt pretty damn sexy being poz. He imagined for a moment what it would be like to poz up Jake. He had been acting risky all night, but at the same time it seemed like he didn’t want to get infected. And yet, Brian thought about how hot it would be to make his first conversion his fellow 18 year old twink boyfriend. He thought about what they could do together in college if they were both poz. The other side of him was being more rational- and reminded Brian what he had learned lately: Brian could get on drugs for HIV, Jake could get on Prep, and they could fuck bare all they wanted. If Brian wasn’t exhausted, buzzed, and incredibly horny, that argument would have won out. But once again, that same feeling that came over him when he first texted Adam back, when he showed up at Adam’s house, when he let Adam bring him into that party- it was back. He grabbed Jake’s legs and put them up onto his shoulders, lined up his cock, and pushed it into Jake’s negative ass. “Whoa, what are you doing!” Jake’s exhaustion wiped away in an instant. He moaned as he felt Brian’s long cock slink its way deep inside his ass; it still hurt, being his second time, but he loved the feeling. And then he remembered why this shouldn’t be happening. “Brian!” he yelled. “Oh my god Jake your ass feels so good on my cock!” Brian yelled right back. “Brian stop! You’re going to poz me!” Jake tried to get out of this, but he was in a prone position, and they both learned then that Brian was stronger than he looked. Brian had basically bent Jake over as he began fucking him, and now was able to hold him down as he drilled his toxic cock deep into Jake’s hole. “Bri!!!” Jake pleaded. Brian knew he should stop, but he was getting high off of the control and the power he had in the moment. He stayed silent and just kept Jake pinned down and taking Brian’s cock in his negative ass. It didn’t take long for Brian’s balls to feel like they were overflowing with his toxic, newly-poz cum. Brian arched his shoulders back, pulled back on Jake’s legs and held on to them tight, and let out a long “fuckkkk” as he erupted balls deep in Jake’s ass.
    9 points
  5. ---- Part 3 ---- I scowled back at him and leaned over, spitting on his exposed pucker before slamming my rigid cock half way into his tight hole. It hurt. It hurt a lot, but my bare cock was now into my ex's hole, just like he'd asked and how he said he wanted it. The scream from Paul's mouth told me it hurt him too. "Oh fuck no... you're MY bitch, now" I growled back at him as my cock pulled back, leaving just the head inside. Another hard lunge forward and I was balls deep inside of him. Even with the adrenaline pumping through my body I could feel him quivering from the invasion. I looked down and his face was buried into the bedding, muffling his cries and I chuckled to myself. I adjusted my position a bit to be able to fuck him better and then started the slow thrusts. His tight hole and just a little spit made each shove a chore. "Fuckin tight there, Paul. The daddies haven't been fuckin you much?" I said, as my hips slammed into his ass. I heard a muffled yell in response and began to plow faster. I was never one of those guys that oozed precum while fucking, I guess my body saved it up for delivering the load of cum which usually was pretty big. After a few minutes of pounding him, I pulled all the way out and spit on his hole again. It was a pretty pathetic looking gape, but he was tight and I wasn't very thick. I didn't intend on him staying unfilled long either and shoved back in. He tried to crawl away, but his head hit the headboard, trapping him. "bam bam bam" filled the room repeatedly as each stroke of my cock slammed his body forward into the headboard. After a minute he pushed back as I drove my cock in and the sound of his head banging into the headboard was replaced with the "whack" of our bodies slamming together. "Good little bitch. Don't want to piss off the neighbors" I snarled. I'd never talked to the guys I fucked like this. Paul had really riled me up and flipped a switch inside me that I didn't even know existed. I never expected Paul to be the bury your head and take it type bottom either, but that's what he was doing. It just proved to me that he was doing this for only one thing. Maybe he thought our relationship was over and I was just a convenient dick to give him a toxic load. I could play that game, but I also wanted something more. He was going to get my cock and fresh, viral seed, but I'd do it on my terms. The thrusts got faster and my hands moved up his back. One arm wrapped around his chest and pulled him up against mine as we rutted. My hips were doing the work now and the closer I got the tighter I held him. His whimpers got louder and I nestled my head over his shoulder. "You're gonna be my bitch forever" I growled into his ear just before I planted my cock to the base and let my balls empty. The first few shots were strong and my whole body shook. Over a week's worth of pent up cum filled his guts with a million little bugs in search of a new home. My hips pulled back slightly and thrust in again, churning up the cum and adding a few more spurts. I heard a pained cry come out of Paul as his body fell limp in my arms. I held him up until the last throb from my cock ended. Slowly I lowered him down on the bed and laid on top, waiting for my cock to soften. A few minutes later I pulled out and was surprised at how stiff my dick still was. The sheen of cum coating it was definitely not pearly white or even a shade of brown. The darker shade of pink told me how badly I'd wrecked his cunt. Paul was face down on the bed, passed out. Crawling off the bed, I chuckled and dug into my toy box, grabbing a couple restraints and a plug. With his hands tied to the bed and the plug stuffed into his ass, I went in search of a marker. Wiping the sweat off of his right shoulder, I wrote "Poz", a line below it and one vertical mark. Quickly, I rinsed off in the shower, dried myself and fell down on the couch. I flipped on the TV and took the lone joint out the baggie and lit it. I didn't smoke much and only did it on special occasions. This seemed like it fit the bill. With a good chill in my naked body, I dozed off. I woke to some noise from the bedroom. Grabbing the remote, I turned the TV off and went to see what Paul wanted. "What the fuck, dude?" Paul said as he tugged against the ropes. My hand tapped a half dozen times on the plug and he cried out in pain. "You tried to run away during our fuck earlier so I wanted to make sure you didn't escape while I let my balls refill" I said, chuckling afterwards. He kept tugging and I kept laughing. "How ya feeling? You said you wanted a hard fuck. Normally that's not my thing but for you I made an exception" I said softly as I stroked his back. "I said hard, not destroy my ass. I won't be able to take dick for weeks" Paul said. "Au contraire, mon ami. That was just the first of the weekend. I wonder how many I can shoot before you go back home" I said. "Oh fuck" Paul exclaimed. "That's the idea. We might do a few other things, but fucking is always on the menu. Oh, and that load you promised me on Sunday? That will be the last one you blow for the next three weeks. I want the last neg one you ever shoot. You use me, I use you" I said as I slapped his bare ass. His body shivered underneath my hand. I knew this wasn't how he thought this was going to go down, but if he wanted to get fucked this weekend I'd do it however I wanted. Crawling on top of him, I untied the ropes from the bed before sliding off the other side, next to him. He felt my stiff shaft drag over his back before my fingers grabbed the base of the plug. He screamed out, pushing his face back into the bed to muffle the noise. I knew his hole was still sore and hoped it would be for the next several days. Dropping the plug over the edge of the bed, I heard it hit the rug with a thud. Next, I pulled myself back on top of him and speared his now open hole with my cock. The plug had stretched him open and my dick went into Paul a lot easier than last time. He still groaned, since much of the cum had soaked into his body during our nap, leaving little for lube. This fuck lasted only twenty minutes or so and was mostly long slow strokes. I wasn't making love to him and based on the slightly pained moans, the constant drilling was adding to the damage from earlier. When my balls began to tingle again, I pushed on his shoulders and drove my cock in more frantically. He let out a loud moan when my cock pulsed, dumping several more shots of my newly tainted seed into his gut. When my cock had softened, I pulled out and reached over the side of the bed, grabbing the plug again. When the plug's tip hit his pucker, he pushed his face back into the bed. Just like when it came out, he yelled out again. I woke a few hours later and Paul was curled up next to me with his back on my chest. When I tugged on the plug, he woke and just muttered "Oh fuck." I laughed as I got back on my knees and once again shoved my cock into his ravaged hole. He was still on his side and my cock was plowing into new territory. He was still sore and I could hear the pain in each grunt. About half way through our ten minute fuck I rolled him on to his back, leaving my cock planted inside him as he twisted. This time it was me looking down at him, smiling. He started to smile back but when I thrust in hard, he grimaced and groaned. Slowly I began to drill faster until I couldn't wait any longer. I had never fucked a guy three times in a day, so I was surprised that there still were a half dozen big spurts of jizz shooting out of my cock. I reached down and grasped his partially hard shaft and squeezed. "No shooting until Sunday" I said, laughing afterward. My cock slipped out of his hole and I rolled him back on to his stomach. Seeing the marker on the bedstand, I grabbed it and added two more hash marks on his shoulder. "What the fuck?" Paul asked. "Just keeping track of how much cum that pussy holds" I said, chuckling again. I turned out the lights and crawled back in bed, nuzzling next to him and falling asleep.
    5 points
  6. I once had a bottom who wanted to be fucked bb , but as I started to cum he started pulling off me , now I fuck doggy at the top of the bed or missionary with my daddy weight on to to keep the bottom where I want him.
    5 points
  7. I freaking love love love to play with a speculum, whether as a top or bottom. I remember the first time someone stuck it up my ass and then opened it up. He then encouraged me to reach back and explore the gate. It fucking blew my mind!
    4 points
  8. It sucks I got hit up so late, or early depending on how you look at it.. But I'll take it! I'm sitting here in a park as I write this with three loads and a ton of pre-cum. The guy who hit me up said he was at a friend's, elevated, wishing a bottom was there. I was already out and about looking for fun. Bolted home, changed, grabbed some essentials and head over. 15 short minutes later and I have a dick in my mouth and one in my ass.. the top fucked me first. His buddy, the versatile guy, he took over and gave me load #1. Top guy pumped number 2 up my guts after a rough lil fucking. Back to his buddy, ima be honest this guy was more bottom than versatile. But he gave me load #3 and most of the pre-cum . Jacking off in this park, I have the apps fired up for some more loads. But pet usual toasted flakes for breakfast for these people.. Hopefully someone walks up on to me..
    3 points
  9. Didn’t see that coming. Always thought Jake would ask Brian to poz him. Can’t wait for Jake’s reaction is he pissed or turned on and Brian fucks him several more times that night?
    3 points
  10. Never had the desire to bend over. When I see a beautiful back and fat ass I get so hard it hurts so I just know I’m 100% top.
    3 points
  11. I was playing with neighborhood kids, mainly sucking and touching butt hole, with a little bit of piss, when I was five and six. We got caught and had to quit. At 12 and 13 I started sucking and fucking, rimming at 15 and pissed at 17. Was a fisting top at 19. Vanilla bores me and it always has.
    3 points
  12. I was very horny last night and I couldn't sleep. I was awake an hour past when I should've been zonked out, so I decided to jerk off and see if that would help. While doing so I opened up Grindr to see who was up an this sexy muscle bottom popped up just two miles away. This guy is regularly in town for business and he's sucked me off several times (he always wants fucked but I'm usually not in the mood for anal sex) so I hit him up. Ten minutes later I was at his motel room, naked, and lying back on his bed. He still had his shirt and jockstrap on, as well as his ballcap, all of which are a major turn on for me, yet as he sucked me, I started getting soft. He took a break and just mashed my head into his chest as we both jerked me to get me hard again. I ran my free hand all up and down his back, spending a lot of time groping his amazing ass. He got back to work on my dick but a minute later, I started going soft again. We repeated the process. This time, however, I decided to poke around his hole (I love rimming and fingering). He didn't seem to mind one bit. The third time we did this, he gently pushed me back down on the bed, wrapped me tightly in his arms, and he ground against each other. I was fucking rock hard. After a few more minutes, he simply rolled over. He didn't say a word, he just laid there with his ass open and inviting. I knew he already had a load in there (he liked colleting loads when he was in town) so I didn't bother going for lube. I spit on my dick to slick it up and then I started pushing it. He was still so fucking tight and he milked my dick in a way I haven't encountered before. He was a power bottom for sure and after only a few minutes, I came violently inside his ass and collapsed on top of him. Later when I pulled out, I could see some of my cum pouring out of his hole and onto the bed. I think from now on I'm not going to bother just getting a blowjob when he's in town.
    3 points
  13. ---- Part 2 ---- Paul hadn't called during the day on Sunday so I got the nerve up and called him Sunday evening. "Hey buddy, how's it going?" Paul answered, way too cheerfully. "Uh... ok... I guess" I replied somberly. "You don't sound ok. What's up?" the cheerful tone still in Paul's voice. "Uh... you were right. On Friday I found out I got infected with HIV. Probably from that guy a month ago. He's the only hookup that I had bare sex with since my last test" I replied, softly. "Hey, don't sound so down. You'll be fine" Paul replied. We talked for another fifteen minutes and he seemed a little distracted. Then he said "I just booked a ticket for next weekend to visit you. We'll have fun like the old days. I bet that ass is really tight if you haven't gotten fucked in a month" Paul said with a chuckle. "Uh... no. No fucking. I was told no sex until they get the next test results and I've been on treatment for a while" I said, my voice trembling. I knew it would be good to see him but I knew the temptation to fuck like before would be huge. Paul laughed like I just told the world's best joke. "I've never fucked a viral poz guy, just undetectable ones. You're gonna be my first!" he exclaimed. "No, Paul. I can't. I don't want to infect you too" I replied, sobbing a little. As much as I wanted or needed to feel his bare cock in me again, I just couldn't chance it. "Plane lands at 3:30pm on Friday. I'll meet you after work and we can have a fun weekend. I'll put a smile back on that face. Uh... Corey. If they give you meds, don't take them before I get there, OK?" he said just before hanging up. I was worried, but I knew he had made his mind up. Thursday I sent him a text giving him the address of a bar near my apartment that I liked to go to. I thought it would be a good place to meet. When I walked in on Friday, I looked around and didn't see him. My heart sank, thinking he'd gotten cold feet and didn't even want to see me again. Then I spotted him coming out of the restroom, licking his lips. A few seconds later, an older guy with shaved head and a big beard walked out and slapped him on his butt. "Holy fuck, Corey! You're lookin' great! I almost didn't recognize you with the beard" Paul said as he came up to me. He gave me this long, tight hug. When he let go of me, he tugged me over to a table in the corner where his beer was waiting. I looked him over and he had changed too. The diamond stud earring in his left ear were replaced with blue metal plugs in both lobes and he now had a thick septum ring in his nose. I saw a tattoo poking below the left sleeve of his polo shirt and it looked like there were piercings in his nips showing through the shirt. The smile was the same and his eyes darted around the room looking for hot guys just like usual. After we finished the first beer, I asked "So what's the deal with the bear and the bathroom?" Paul chuckled before he grabbed both glasses and went to the bar for a refill. When he came back, he stood behind me and whispered in my ear "I found out I like daddy dick." He set my beer down before he sat back down on the stool across from me and the smile turned into a grin. "I swallowed a few loads in there waiting for you" Paul said. I couldn't remember ever seeing Paul on his knees sucking a guy, he was always the one standing against the wall fucking some eager cocksucker's face. Right then was the first time my cock had twitched in over a month. We talked some more and I found out he was enjoying his single life. Like me, there was no boyfriend, just a stream of hookups satisfying our needs. I wanted another beer, if just to delay getting back to my place and having to find an excuse to not have sex with Paul. At least my interest in sex was coming back. He had a different idea. "Let's get out of here and go back to your place so I can drop off my backpack. If we drink much more I'll forget about it" he said. We made it the four blocks to my apartment and as soon as we got inside, he dropped his backpack and pinned me against the wall. Paul had always kissed aggressively but this was even rougher than I had remembered. His hands were roaming all over my body too and a minute later I began to reciprocate. For the first time in a couple weeks I felt desirable again. Paul's fingers unbuttoned my shirt and were pinching and twisting my nips like he always loved to do. Just like all those other times, it made my cock hard and it was straining at my trunks and pants. One of his hands slipped around my chest and down my spine, trying desperately to get inside the back of my pants. "Fuck!" he growled into my ear and his hand quickly unbuckled my belt and then unbuttoned my pants. Just as quickly his hand was back to my ass, this time with his fingers sliding up and down my crack. My tongue jabbed back into his mouth as my hands were now fumbling with his jeans. When I got them open, my hand dug inside and wrapped around his stiffening shaft. I expected to find some more metal, but it was just hard flesh dripping at the end. I knew my mouth would feel better than my hands blindly groping him, so I reached back up and pulled his shirt up. It was on the floor in seconds and we took the brief break to dispatch our pants and shoes. I dragged him to the bedroom, both of us in just underwear that we quickly shed once we got to the bed. Pushing him back, I had him laying on the bed with me on top. My tongue found his left nip and began playing with the little bar that pierced it. Each flick of my tongue got his cock harder and soon it was nestled next to mine as I hunched over his body, playing with his nipples. My mouth had one nip and my fingers the other, changing sides every few minutes. After several iterations, I let my tongue trace down the center of his abs until my chin bumped into his hard shaft. A few seconds later, I had my mouth wrapped around his cock and was taking it into my throat like I had done a thousand times before. Once his cock was fully hard and throbbing, I slowly pulled off and crawled off the bed. In the nightstand was a box of condoms and lube and I grabbed one and opened the package. "No fucking latex. I want to feel that ass just like before, skin on skin" Paul growled. "But.." I started to say but he cut me off. "I told you, I want to fuck my first real poz guy and you're it, Corey" Paul said, scowling back at me. It was then that I realized the dynamic between us had changed and he was here more to fuck a poz guy than help me get out of my depressed state. I set the condom down and crawled on top of him, straddling him with my rigid cock laying on his stomach. I felt him slap his cock against my ass and then rub it along my crack. Lifting up slightly he worked his cock between my butt cheeks and then to my hole. For the first time in over a year I felt his bare cock at my entrance and I desperately wanted to feel him inside me. Except I couldn't. I didn't want to be the one to infect him. Paul saw my hesitance and thrust his hips up, ripping into my tight hole. "FUCK!" I screamed out as the pain rippled through my body. The spit I left on his shaft wasn't nearly enough lube since I was planning on rolling a condom on. He dropped his hips and slipped out a half second before driving his hips back up and his cock half way inside. I saw stars. I tried to scream again, but nothing came out. I heard him let out a sinister laugh. He held his cock in me a few seconds and then thrust up a third time. I cried out some gibberish and a few seconds later, I was panting and my body was twisting around trying to get some relief from the pain. "Is that how he fucked you? Ramming his cock in to wreck your hole so the bug was sure to infect you?" Paul asked. His voice was the most menacing I'd ever heard it. I almost didn't think it was him. "No... I... was... on... all fours... when... he... was... rough" I said, gasping between each word. I heard Paul cackle and then throw me off, grab my hips and then mount me. This time, while it hurt, he slid in much easier and my scream was quieter. "More like that?" Paul asked after my scream had faded. His hips were firmly planted against my ass and his raw cock was buried inside me. "Uh huh" I said breathlessly. He leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. I couldn't tell if his cock was throbbing inside me or if my ring was throbbing around his dick from the brutal intrusion. Paul slowly started to rock his hips, driving in and out of my tortured hole a couple inches. A few minutes later, pleasure started mixing with the pain and Paul softly said "Good... remember that and do the same when you fuck me." I gasped and started to panic, his comment about me fucking him setting off alarms in my head. But it didn't last long as he plowed my ass just like the old days. He would fuck faster and then slow down, most of the time using three quarters of his length and occasionally shoving in hard and bottoming out. Eventually, he rolled me on my back, pushed my legs back and began fucking me again. The smile on his face told me that he was enjoying this as much as I was. The pain was gone and I started to playfully squeeze his shaft as he plowed. Paul would slow down and lean in, kissing me briefly before he picked up the pace. When his breathing started to get hard, I knew he was close. Part of me wanted to prolong the fuck and part of me wanted to push him over the edge and feel his cum inside me again. I reached up and rubbed my thumbs over his nips and seconds later got the reward I wanted. Paul groaned loudly as I felt his cock throb as he filled me with his cum. It was a feeling I never got bored with and it was even better because it was him. "Working your way toward being a power bottom?" he asked and I just grinned back at him. "I like it, but that's the last time I fuck you this weekend until right before I leave" he said. I stared back at him, shocked. Paul laughed again and said "The rest of the time, you're going to be fucking me and filling me with that newly charged seed." My stomach flip flopped a few times and the stark reality of my new status filled my mind. I'm sure he could sense my uneasiness because he suddenly shifted gears. Slowly he pulled his still hard cock out and laid down next to me. Paul's arms pulled me close and we started to make out. "Mmm, so weird to kiss you with that beard, but fuckin' love it" he said quietly before intertwining his legs with mine and kissing me again. We kept at it for close to an hour, just like we used to do until both of us faded off to sleep. I woke a little later, my head on his chest and my hard cock laying on his leg. I moved my head slightly before flicking my tongue over his nipple. Paul moaned a second, but stayed still. When I started to suckle on his nip and the little bar through it, the moans got longer and his hand reached over and pressed my head into his body. I sucked harder on it for a few minutes and then rolled between his legs and worked my way down his body. The saltiness of Paul's sweat fueled my lust and when I was back down to his crotch I lapped over his firm cock. The dried cum quickly coated my tongue and it had a coppery taste that told me how hard he had fucked me. I kept hearing his words from earlier in the back of my head as my tongue kept searching for more cum to lick. My tongue tried to move lower towards his balls and I don't know if I pushed his legs up or if he pulled them back. Either way, I now had full access and I bathed his shaved balls with spit. I sucked each one into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. As the second ball slipped past my lips, my tongue started to explore downward. This was new territory and while I loved to eat a guy's ass, I had never done it to Paul. In the past, if one of us was getting rimmed, it was me. I pried the ass cheeks apart and pushed my face in, letting my tongue flick around. With my tongue in overdrive, it lapped over Paul's pucker and then poked inside. There wasn't a bit of protest and I suddenly realized all I tasted was sweat. For a guy I considered "top only" his ass was extremely clean. The thought that he planned to get fucked just fueled my lust even more. "Oh fuck yeah... god I love that" he moaned and my tongue started to jab into his hole. He was tight and it took a lot of force to get inside the ring. I could feel his hole try to relax, but it was obvious he wasn't like those experienced guys I'd fucked before. The moans got louder and and were slowly becoming whimpers until he slowly cried out "Fuck me Corey... I need your cock in me... Please... Fuck me!" Almost immediately, I had two voices in my head - Paul's "do the same when you fuck me" and the doctor's "Corey, you tested positive." My heart was racing and yet my cock was hard as steel. I leaned back and Paul rolled on to his hands and knees, presenting his ass to me. It was an opportunity that I had wanted for years and yet I didn't want to hurt him. "I can't, Paul" I sobbed. "Yes you can. Now fuck me!" Paul growled out, his head turned back, staring at me. "You sure about this?" I asked. The playfulness we normally had during sex was gone and he was more serious than I'd ever seen him. "Now!" he snarled, getting impatient. My cock wasn't softening a bit and the more demanding Paul got, the more it turned me on. "You're always going to be my little bitch, but I need that dick NOW!" Paul growled. He'd never called me his bitch before and it shocked me. In fact, that was a line I wouldn't let anyone cross. I was no one's bitch.
    3 points
  14. I see this topic went unanswered when it was posted - I also recently posted a question about speculums in the General section that got very little attention. I’m amazed that a group of men so fixated on stretching their anuses open has so little familiarity with speculums. Used with care, speculums are an excellent means of augmenting a hole-training program. That’s quite aside from their myriad potential in BDSM scening. I have a particular thing for the feel of unyielding steel applied against my body, so you might be unsurprised that I have more than one speculum. I have three, in fact, and a fourth device that isn’t technically a speculum but falls into the same category of ‘hole spreader’. Here they are: This is a true anal speculum, as in designed specifically for the anus. Some other types are actually intended for vaginal examination (all speculums are intended as medical instruments) and the vaginal ones don’t always comport as well with the anal anatomy. On this one, the action is by squeezing the grip or by turning the widening screw, then locking it in position with the set-screw (knob). The widening screw is useful for pushing your limit in fine increments once you reach a stopping point with the handle. This is a Collins speculum, one of the vaginal types, but I use it quite a lot. The action is by turn of the widening screw, and it widens remarkably. You have to use some care with it so that the tall blades don’t scrape the walls of the rectum, but it provides a significant stretch. This baaaaad boy is a Mathieus speculum. It’s the only three-prong design I’ve encountered. The action is similar to the anal speculum above, but much more reactive - you have to take it gently, because it opens quickly in response to the grip. Holes aren’t really designed to open in triangles, and you sort if have to get used to this one gradually to avoid injury. I’ve maxed out on all of these speculums - they’ve stretched me as far as they can reach, and now I mainly use them as warm-up for bigger challenges. Like this: I got this as a Christmas present for myself. Not a speculum per se, but designed specifically for stretching an anus to the o.O level. The action is by tightening the wingnuts equally on each of the six posts around the ring; the more you turn them, the closer the bar is pulled toward the ring, until it finally rests against the ring at full extension. When the bars are fully retracted, the ring is large enough to pass an average man’s hand and forearm through it. I have tried it twice now, solo, and have managed to reach the stage you see in the photo. I could go farther, but this device is, as you might imagine, somewhat awkward to use on yourself, and once you reach the point of physical distress it becomes a bit impractical. My local regular Top has expressed a keen interest in using it on me in the near future, so we’ll see how it goes with some assistance.
    3 points
  15. 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.
    2 points
  16. When asked, I tell people that I'm about 90% top, but when I need it up the ass, I need it bad. One night after barefucking my boyfriend senseless, I got that craving. I went to work eating out my boyfriend's cummy hole and spit my load into my hand. I fingered my load into my ass, climbing onto my boy's throbbing hard cock. I managed to get a few inches in when his cock started shriveling up. My boy is almost exclusively a bottom, and has NEVER been able to cum by fucking me. I was disappointed, but not upset. He pulled me off his softened dick and pulled me up to his face, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He licked my ear, whispering, “You want that hole filled, don't you? I've got an idea...” He reached for the lube, and squirted some on his fingers and worked it into my hole. I wriggled around hoping that his fingers would be enough to scratch my itch. He got a smallish butt plug and worked it into my ass. It slipped right in. “Get dressed... And wear your jockstrap...” I didn't know what his idea was, but I knew he was up to something when he started sending text messages to several friends on his phone. And by friends, I mean people who have used and wrecked his hole. I knew he had played bare at least some of the time. It was easy to figure out when he came home “after working late,” reeking of mansweat and with a cummy hole. I LOVED sinking my cock into his ass using some stranger's cum as lube, and working their load deeper and deeper into his gut. It always got me off in no time, so I never asked for details or complained. My boy and I have been on-again / off-again monogamous for a few years, and when he falls off the wagon, he falls off big time, hooking up with strangers in park bathrooms, going to sex parties, organizing gangbangs to fill his ass with cum. When we were both dressed he dragged me to the car and we drove to the wrong side of the tracks to an adult bookstore. I thought maybe my boy could fuck me if he had an audience. We went in to the front part of the store and looked at a few dildos. He bought one about 10” long for me, and a tube of silicone lube and we headed back past the more private cabins and into the theatre area. There was a bareback fuck film playing and a few guys scattered around the theatre; some guys were paired up and fooling around, some were jerking off alone. We headed to the front row and started making out. He unzipped my pants and swallowed my cock, pulling my jock's pouch to the side and slurping loudly. I unzipped his fly and fished out his tool, moaning as he sucked away. Our noises started to attract attention. Two guys came over. One stubbly dude in his 20s had his t-shirt pulled back behind his head revealing a tight chest sprinkled with blond fur and two deliciously pierced nipples. The other guy was shorter and thicker around the middle, a bit older, and darker. He pulled his shirt off and leaned forward to kiss me. The darker guy pulled his pants down and waved a massive uncut dick in my face. My boyfriend grabbed his cock and aimed it to my mouth and I greedily swallowed it down. My boy patted me on the back and went to work freeing the blond hunk's cock. In a few moments, we were both on our knees servicing these strangers. My boy sucked the hunk off quickly and was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. He pulled out the new 10” dildo and spit the hunk's wad all over it. I was pulled up to my feet, still blowing the guy as the hunk cheered us on. My boy handed the dildo to the hunk, who removed the buttplug in my ass and replaced it with the cummy dildo. “You like my load up there, pig?” I mumbled yes. “A dirty load for a dirty slut.” I wondered if meant dirty as in POZ... The guy in my mouth started grunting and filled my mouth with his seed. The hunk pulled the dildo out and held it to my face. “Spit!,” he growled at me and I did, covering the dildo with a second load of strangers' cum. The hunk plunged it into my ass. I shook all over as the dildo was shoved repeatedly into my ass. I was so hard thinking about those strangers' loads working their way into my gut. My cocked bounced all over. My boy shoved his dick in my mouth and I blew him as the hunk worked my ass. I knew I was about to cum and moaned as I shot my load onto the filthy theater floor. “Lick that up,” he told me, shoving my face to the floor, forcing me to eat my jizz. The two guys laughed and started picking up their things. The hunk scrawled his number on a piece of paper and handed to my boyfriend saying, “Call me the next time you want to share his hole.” My boy sat down in a theatre seat and pulled me towards him, facing him. He pulled the cummy dildo out of my ass and I sat down on his hard dick. He bounced me up and down on his cock as I moaned with my eyes closed. “Room for one more,” someone asked. I opened my eyes to see a tall beefy red head shaking a thick uncut cock at my ass. “Good to see you again, Mark. Glad you could make it. Let's double-fuck this slut!” “You know I don't pull out man. You still ok with that?” “I've taken your load already. If I didn't mind taking your POZ load why should he?” Damn! This POZ guy had bred my boyfriend and was about to breed me! My boy pulled me forward raising my ass up a bit higher. The redhead spit on his dick, pulled back his foreskin, and eased it to my stretched hole. He managed to shove the head in next to my boy's cock. I felt like I was being torn in two as he forced more and more of his bare cock into my ass. I was glad I had two loads of cum up there to help him work it in and out. The dildo had opened me up a bit, but still, I had never known such pain. My boy saw the tears streaming down my face and eased my higher until his dick plopped out of my ass. The redhead pulled me up to my feet so I was leaning forward onto the seat and plunged his dick back into me, using the waistband of my jockstrap like horse's reins. “Man, he almost feels loose without an extra dick in there. Give me that dildo!” My boy handed him the cummy dildo and slid it back in my ass alongside his own. He leaned over me, grunting into my ear. “You taken a POZ load before, slut?” “No...” “You let your boy take POZ loads and you never wanted POZ loads for yourself?” “Ugh....” was all I could say. “Well, you're gonna get one NOW!!!!!!!” I could feel his first volley of cum shooting into my hole. He pulled all the way out and shot a few more across my back and ass. My knees began to buckle as he worked his slimy cock over my hole, pushing his seed into my gaping hole. He pulled out the dildo and used it to mop his poisoned jizz into my ass. He slapped me across the ass a few times and spun me around to clean off his dick. I tasted the tang of blood mixed with my ass juices and his cum. My boy shook his hand and gave him a bear hug. “Hope the rest of the guys can make it. POZZING this slut is going to be fun!” How had I gone from having an itch that needed to be scratched to taking three loads in a bookstore, at least one of them POZ??? My heart was pounding as the curtains parted and three guys walked in. The saw my boy and me and walked directly over. “This the slut taking all loads?” My boy nodded and smiled. “Yeah. My boyfriend will be as big a slut as me when you POZ fuckers are done with him.” I shuddered to think at what would happen next. To be continued...
    2 points
  17. I was living in Houston during one of the many hurricanes that have plagued that city. The complex I was living in was a really small two-story structure that was adorable and completely gay. There were no more than twenty units with a pool in the center courtyard. I lived on the lower floor near the entrance so I saw everyone coming and going. It was very friendly and quite cruisy. It didn’t take long to learn that this complex was quite notorious for its cruising at night. When I was feeling antsy, I would usually open my living room drapes and sit around watching who was walking about the grounds. One late Friday night, I saw a guy getting fucked in a second story corridor. I just stared. Amazing. One of the first encounters I had was with a young blonde guy who also lived in the complex. He would always wave hello and walk around in his really tight blue jean shorts. His ass was screaming in those shorts. This one evening he was lingering around my door when I finally opened the door and leaned against the frame and started chatting with him. Before wasting too much time he made it clear he wanted to get fucked. Perfect, I thought. He came inside and stripped immediately and jumped onto my bed, spread his legs wide and started playing with his ass in an erotic nasty way. I love a bottom to be nasty and assertive. If you want to get fucked, let me know it and tell me what you need. I got us a few beers and came back into the bedroom. He was getting all worked up. He slid a finger in his sweet hole and started moving it around. I stripped and got on the bed and fed him my cock. He swallowed it completely. I reached down and added my finger to his hole along next to his. He had a nice, hot, tight and hungry pussy. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and stuffed it all the way up his boy cunt. He was smooth and slippery. I really should have eaten him first, but he was moving quickly and needed some cock inside him fast. He encouraged me by saying things like, “Yeah stud that cock feels hot inside my ass. Fuck me, yeah, that’s it, fuck me.” It didn’t take long for him to blow his load which set me off. I pumped his ass full of my load. As soon as I was through, he popped my cock out of his ass and licked my cock clean. Then he started to get dressed. He was really friendly and said, “Anytime you need a piece of ass, no matter what time it is, stud, I’m in 11B. The door will be open, come on in.” And I did exactly that several more times. There was a black guy that lived on the lower level that I saw coming and going from time to time. He was seriously packing a heavy basket. He was rightfully proud of it and would stuff into a liquid pair of worn jeans. He’d adjust it to the right side and stage his balls so they accentuated his over-sized cock. You could even make out his cock hear through those jeans. He made it obvious to all that he had a huge cock. I remember thinking to myself, damn, that must be uncomfortable to be carrying that around all the time. He was a hot looking guy, probably around 29 or so. A neighbor a few doors down had befriended me and we were sitting outside chatting when the hot black guy walked by and said hello. My neighbor asked if I knew the guy. I said no and he told me his name was Michael. “He tried to pick me up once, but I wouldn’t go near him.” I asked why? He told me that even though the guy was hot, “What the hell was I supposed to do with a cock that big? I’m pretty good, but not that good.” I just sort of smiled and thought damn, how big can he really be? It was really late on a Saturday night and the courtyard was getting really cruisy. I kid you not, probably 15 or so guys walking about looking into windows. I was watching TV in my living room with the curtains open sort of keeping one eye on the tube and the other eye on the courtyard. It was very erotic watching these guys pick up my neighbors. Then there was a tap at my door. I opened it and a guy said, “He man, what’s up?” I looked at him and he was pretty hot looking and I thought, why the hell not? I said,” Not much here bud, what are you into?” He told me he was open but that he really wanted a chance to eat my hot ass. I opened the door a little wider. The guy came in and said that there was just one thing, he was here with his lover and could his lover join in? I asked what his lover was into and he said, “Three-ways.” I said sure and he left and returned with a hot looking guy. Both guys were in their mid twenties with a slim, muscular build. The boyfriend was taller and more muscled. We all started stripping during introductions and the first guy immediately got on his knees behind me and spread my ass cheeks and started eating. Man his tongue was deep and wet. His boyfriend stripped and showed me a nice hard 8” cock with a thick mushroom head to it. I bent down and started sucking his cock. He worked the back of my head and helped me to deep throat him. As soon as I hit bottom, he groaned in a hot masculine guttural way. I loved feeling that thick cock buried in my throat. In the mean time, the shorter guy was making a pig of himself in my ass. Spit was dripping down my thigh and off my balls. He pulled his face out of my ass and told his boyfriend, “David, you gotta eat some of this, man. This is excellent ass.” David got down and began to eat me out, too. Then each of these hot fuckers plowed my ass till I was begging for them to blow their loads. They deposited two hot loads deep inside me and left. I fell asleep feeling very contented and really full. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a hand on my ass and was startled. Lying on my stomach, with only a sheet to cover up with, I tried to assess the situation but was jarred awake and looked up and it was my neighbor, the black guy, Michael. We had never really met, but here he was in my bedroom. I could feel his hand on my ass and I swear he swiped a finger across my hole as he awakened me. I wonder if he could tell that I had been creamed earlier. He told me my front door came ajar and with all of the foot traffic, he thought I should close it and lock it. He said it was not safe. I guessed the wind had blown the door open in the middle of the night. I was caught off guard, thanked him and gathered the sheet up and wrapped it around my waist and walked him to the door. I fell back to sleep, but never stopped wondering if he was trying to finger me. I also knew I wanted this guy to fuck me to death. I didn’t know how I would get his attention again, but I started fantasizing about his huge cock and wondered what it would look like going into my pale white cunt. I had to have him. Later in the summer a hurricane was predicted to be a direct hit to Houston. Everyone was making emergency arrangements. Most of my neighbors had decided to ride the storm out so I thought I would join them instead of going to my family’s house up north. Soon a full fledged hurricane party was organized. Everyone would stay in the lower apartments and one apartment would be used for drinks, one for food, another was to store debris that blew around the courtyard to prevent it from breaking any windows. The winds picked up early Friday morning and the rains came and pummeled us throughout the night. Saturday the eye crossed us around 9:00 p.m., and then we got the wet side, but everything was in control. People were having fun, taking care of business and eating and drinking and feeling very neighborly. Michael, the black stud I craved was nowhere to be found. I hadn’t seen him the night before either. I suspected that he went to stay with friends in a safer place away from the storm. As the evening wore on, the worst of the storm passed and I was starting to get tired and thinking about leaving to go to my apartment which was not being used for anything. In the corner of my eye I saw Michael enter the unit I was in. This was the unit that served drinks. Of course the evening cocktail was a Hurricane. He got a drink and headed right for me. He said hello and asked how I was. He said, “Wow, dude, I haven’t seen you since that night your door was wide open. I hope that I didn’t scare you off.” I said no, that I was so groggy and sleepy; I barely remember that evening, except that he probably saved me from getting robbed or something. He then leaned in and whispered, “Man I wanted that ass of yours so bad, but you were so out of it that I decided the timing was all wrong. I really liked what I saw.” I was so fucking turned on by this and said, “Man you should have taken what you needed I would have been fine with that.” He said “Well the storm has several more hours why not make good use of the time?” Then he said, “Give me your hand.” I reached out and he took my hand and placed it directly on his huge bulge. I quickly turned to look and see if anyone could see us. He was packed in so tight. I could feel the heat emanating from his jeans. I was excited and scared at the same time. I knew I wanted this black mother fucker, but I didn’t think I could handle him...in any capacity. He leaned in closer and put his lips against my ear and said, “I’m gonna make your pussy wet and your pucker is going to be glowing rosy-red when I’m through with you. Have you ever had a big nigger dick in that puss?” I started to sweat and could feel moisture gather along the crack of my ass. I cleared my throat and told him that I had and that I loved black cock. He said, “I’m not talking about black cock. I’m talking about pure nigger dick. Let’s go.” We got to my apartment and he started to unbutton his jeans; he wore no underwear. He left his jeans unbuttoned and took off his shirt. He was built like a brick shit house. Well defined muscles, quarter-sized nipples and he was blue-black. His bush was short and tight and I couldn’t wait to see what was underneath. I was starting to sweat because I was boned and anxious. I didn’t know what to do next. He lit a joint and passed it to me. I took a toke and inhaled deeply as he started feeling me up. He unbuttoned my shirt and started tweaking my nips. He got rid of my shirt and started to unzip and push my jeans to my knees. Leaning down he took my left tit into his mouth and started to nibble and suck. I took another hit off the joint and passed it back to him. I could feel his hand massage my shoulder and then move down my spine to the top of my ass. My cock was raging as he slid his hand down to my butt cheeks and further to my crack. He soon found my hole and rubbed across it and moaned along with me when he found it. He then bit my tit taking me to the edge. He stepped back and said, “Yeah dude, we’re gonna have a hot time tonight.” He lowered his jeans and his cock sprang free. I couldn’t believe it. I just stared at it speechless. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it; we’ll have a good time.” He had at least 12 inches of thick jet-black uncut dick. The length didn’t scare me as much as the thickness. I took it in my hand and couldn’t touch my fingers to my thumb. This was clearly the biggest cock I have ever seen, much less held, and certainly the blackest. I went to my knees and peeled back the foreskin from the enormous head. It was stunning to see this huge cock head drooling pre-cum. I licked it and savored the taste. Michael was encouraging me all the way telling me that I looked good with Nigger dick in my white mouth. He grabbed the back of my blonde head and tried to stuff it down my throat. I pulled back and looked up at him and said, “Dude, I will swallow your cock, but you’ve got to give me time to get used to it, cool?” He smiled and let go of my head. Don’t get me wrong I love having cock forced down my throat, but this was serious business. Someone could get hurt. And I wanted to do this right. I got up and suggested he get on the bed and lay back. I grabbed a fresh bottle of poppers and lube and got between his legs. I greased his cock with Astroglide and it glistened. I went back to work. I licked his cock and sucked it for 10 minutes or so and licked down to his balls. I sucked one in my mouth then took my fingers and stuffed the other one in my mouth along with the first one. He was grinding his hips upward so I knew he was getting hotter. I tightened up on his balls while pulling away creating a pressure that I knew he’d love. I spit his balls out and licked back up his shaft. I took a small hit off the poppers, sucked in my breath and got as much spit into my mouth as I could muster. I started to descend down his cock and soon felt the huge head at my throat. I inhaled a little more and pushed. Nothing happened. I tried again and still nothing. I was drooling spit all around this guy’s cock and sliding up and down spreading it as best as I could. There was a lot of real estate to cover. Finally, I pushed hard and kept the pressure on his cock, and then something popped. It was his cock head. It had popped from the back of my mouth then into my throat. I actually felt my throat expand to accommodate his girth. I was a bit stunned at first, but stayed perfectly still. Michael was moaning and started to play with my hair. I looked up at him and he made eye contact with me. He had this hot lusty look on his face. “You’re doing great white boy. You can do this. Come on, take this cock. This is nigger dick and you know you want it.” I did want it. I slowly started to push even more of his cock into my throat. My eyes were watering. I knew if I panicked, I would have to spit his cock out and start all over. I was now more than half way there. My eyes were bulging out. I stopped and tried to breathe through my nose. It worked, I got oxygen and calmed down and continued my descent. He started growling louder and louder as I went further and further down. Snot started running out of my nose but I didn’t care. I felt little micro-pricks on my upper lip. I opened my eyes and saw a jet-black forest that was his pubic hair. The wiry hairs were sticking into my lips. Fuck me! I was at the base of his cock. I had deep-throated the biggest cock I have ever had. He started gyrating and moaning and cursing. Michael and I made eye contact. There were tears in mine. I needed to breathe. I tried to breathe through my nose and again, it worked. Michael looked at me with pure lust and said, “Oh my fucking god! Please don’t stop. Please stud, Can I fuck your throat? Please let me, just a little?” I signaled him he could. Michael took the locks of my hair in each hand and got a good grip and then started to slide his big fucking dick in and out of my throat. I knew I couldn’t do this for too long, but I wanted to please my black stallion. He picked up the pace while I focused on controlling my throat muscles and keeping my lungs filled with air. He was breathing hard and grunting and cursing. “Eat dick, you cocksucker. Oh baby, fuck yeah, take that nigger dick all the way down. Look at that!” With that he stuffed his monster all the way to the base and held it there. I was starting to gag on it. Saliva was drooling out everywhere. Snot was coming out of my nose and I needed air, but neither of us cared so Michael started his assault again. He was skull fucking me brutally and my throat was starting to get sore. Still, I was in heaven. The smell of this stud was intoxicating. Suddenly he pulled out and through his labored breathing said, “Fuck, man, no one has ever done that to me before. Not like that. I almost lost it. But I want more from you than a blow job. Turn around and show me what you got.” Still gasping for air, I grabbed my poppers and turned around and buried my face in the pillow sticking my ass up in the air. I felt Michael crawl on top of me. He felt so warm and his cock was wedged between his stomach and my ass cheeks. It was wet and still emanating heat. He was grinding and kissing the back of my neck. He reached around and grabbed my tits with each hand and was twisting them. He whispered in my ear again, “I want you to turn around on your back, spread your legs and show me your that pearly white ass and pink pussy.” I turned around onto my back and spread my legs and lifted each knee and opened my ass for him to see. He moaned and started massaging both cheeks of my ass. He got down low and told me to finger myself. I could feel his breath on my hole. I inserted a finger in. He started licking my finger as it went in and out. I pulled completely out and he sucked my finger all the way down to the knuckle. He then stuck his tongue into my hole. Damn that felt good. I purred into the pillow. “Good pussy, stud.” He really started eating my ass out good at that point. Lapping at first then inserting his tongue as far as possible. He was making jabbing fucking motions with his tongue. He kept pushing my legs higher and higher. He told me to take each leg and pull it back and hold it there. I tried but that wasn’t the right position for him. He grabbed some pillows and stuffed two under my butt lifting it up and another two behind my head. He told me to grab my ankles and hold them back as far as I could. This was the perfect position. I grabbed each ankle and brought them to either side of my head. I could actually see both of them with my peripheral vision. “Can you see your cunt, baby?” Looking down I told him surprisingly, that I could. I had a perfect shot of my glistening rose bud. I made it wink and spit bubbled out. Michael slid two fingers into me. I loved the way his coal-black fingers looked stuffed in my ass. I wanted to get fucked so bad. I was so horned for some big black nigger dick. I understood what Michael meant when he told me he didn’t have a black cock. Michael added a third finger and started licking the outer perimeter of my ass ring. He was really getting me opened. He added some lube and started sliding his fingers in and out steadily. I was really getting turned on. Then he added more lube and a forth finger. I was making sounds and squirming from side to side. Michael looked right into my eyes and said, “Oh baby that is right where I want to be. I love your fucking ass. You ready?” I looked at him and nodded. The hurricane outside was raging full force and so was I. He put the bottle of poppers under my right nostril and closed the left nostril and I inhaled. He repeated the other side. I began to feel light headed. He pulled his four fingers out of my ass and I looked down. His huge cock head was black and shiny with lube. He put the head at my pucker, which was rosy red just liked he’d promised earlier. I was starting to feel the poppers at this point, and then I felt him put pressure on my ass rim. Nothing was happening so I pushed out. “Good boy, work that pussy. You know what you want.” he said. I pushed out again and the head pushed through my ring and he slowly slid his cock in to the base. I gasped. His cock was huge. This big fat cock was buried all the way inside me; his bush was pricking my cunt lips. I started breathing again and thought, damn, this is as much dick as I could possible have inside me. I was stretched to the max. I was definitely full. I felt Michael flex his rock hard cock. I clamped down on my ass in response. He said, “That’s it baby, talk to me. Let daddy know you like his nigger dick in your pussy.” I clamped down again and then again. “Ready?” he asked? I was still holding my legs back looking down at this monster dick buried in my ass. “Yeah dude, I’m ready. Fuck me stud,” I said. He asked, “You want this big nigger dick in your pussy?” I said, Hell yeah, man fuck my ass. Give it to me, fucker and don’t be gentle. Fuck me like a man.” He put the popper bottle under my nose and fed me the only elixir that would get me through to upcoming fuck. He slowly started pulling out and stopping only to apply more lube and then pushing back in. His fucking motion and the sheer size of his cock created a vacuum in my ass which in turn made a sloppy airy squishy farting noise that you only hear when the fuck is nasty. Michael started grunting and cursing again. Every few minutes he would feed me more poppers and body slam into me again. I clamped down on his cock to give him his money’s worth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Sweat was pouring off his face and onto me. Each time he slammed back into my cunt he was making me more of a whore for his black cock. Michael told me to watch this. I looked down and he pulled his saturated dick completely out and slammed it back into my ass. Now my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He repeated this 8 or 10 times. Then he pulled out, and quickly slid 4 fingers and most of the palm of his hand into my ass and slowly twisted. We both moaned incoherently. Michael made eye contact and said he loved the warmth and feeling of a freshly fucked hole. He shoved his cock back in and jack-hammered be into the bed. My head was slamming against the headboard which knocking pictures off the wall. I was delirious and moaning jumbled sentences begging him to fuck me. I reached down between our legs and scooped up globs of pre-cum, lube and ass juice and lubed my cock up. I looked up at Michael, who was now basically doing push-ups on top of me, made eye contact and stuttered the words, “Wreck my fucking cunt.” At that instant, blew my load all over my face, Michael’s face and both of our chests. Volley after volley landed somewhere across one of us. That did it for Michael. “This is how it feels to get nigger fucked. Here I go you fucking hot white-trash motherfucker.” He pumped harder and hard then buried his cock and stayed still. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I felt it pulse really hard. He shot load after load into me. His cock continued to pulse and I could actually feel the heat of his cum inside me. He stayed still while his cock finished blowing its nut. I lost track of cum shots and heartbeats as they soon became one in the same. He laid there on top of me for a few minutes catching his breath. Once in a while he’d flex his cock and I would return the gesture by clamping down on his softening dick. After we recovered, Michael slowly pulled his cock out of my ass causing a vacuum “whoosh” sound and a small river of cum began to flow out of my ass. He looked at it and said, “That’s hot.” I had never been so thoroughly fucked in my life. The storm eventually passed. I never did get together with Michael again. We’d pass each other at the complex and flirt. Once we even tried to get together again, but it never seemed to work out. I will never forget that night in the hurricane.
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  18. What’s implied here, but not expressly stated is that the top’s reaching the point of no return often triggers the bottom’s going over the edge with him. Two powerful forces as both cocks explode with thunderous cascades of cum.
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  19. Same here. When he let me enter him bare, and then keep fucking him bare, where did he think I was going to put my load? 😈 In a way, this reflex of trying to pull off at the last minute is like asking silly questions after a bare fuck. Yes, I was tested less than a month ago (says so in my profile), but yes, I've bred and been blown by a few guys since then, and in any case, my DNA is already inside you.
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  20. I love getting cock in my arse & having it fucked full of cum, but occasionally I get the urge to fuck & hairy arises my preference. Monday evening I got chatting to a 20 yr old Turkish Cypriot lad who wanted his arse bred, as soon as I saw the pics of his gorgeous hairy arse my dick was rock hard & my balls ached intensely! I told him to come over & I'd fuck load after load till my balls dried up. He arrived here around 7 hours ago, 5'10', slim muscular build, smooth torso but from cock down he's covered in thick black curly hair which is what mates his gorgeous arse seriously fuckable. I've been raiding his arse hard all over the house & have bred 5 big thick creamy loads in him, made him orgasm 3 times so far & my dick has stayed rock hard the whole night & it's in his hole right now as I'm writing this! Luckily his sex drive is as immense as mine cos I'm nowhere near done fucking him.
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  21. Fuck, so hot. Just found this story today and couldn't stop reading. Hot Brian is thinking of all the fun they cold have if they were both poz. Hope Jake feels same and they fuck their way through college
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  22. Is this story dead? Was soo waiting to see the Boy with a biohazard tattoo.
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  23. I’m vers. Give and take loads. Does anyone remember the Coral Sands Hotel in Los Angeles? A buddy and I would go sometimes and get a room for the weekend. One night I would pimp out his ass in one night he would pimp out my whole. My record as a bottom was 22 loads between sunset and sunrise.
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  24. So, finally got my cock pierced today. The pain wasn't any worse from when I got my nips pierced. She wanted to start with a 10g but I insisted on getting an 8g. She's the queen of piercing where I live, so the fact I got her to give in on the ring was something. She put in an 8g CBR - not my first choice, but I'll live with it for a month and then and get a barbell. Haven't mentioned it to the bf - he doesn't need to know I got a PA lol. Thanks for all of the great advice, guys.
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  25. Well said. Those terms connote female genitalia, which is the very last thing that should be applied to men. In the case of trans/cross dressers (hope I didn't inadvertently leave anyone out) guys, sure, they would apply, regardless of surgeries, since they identify with being female. Calling a man identifying as male either of those terms is hardly appropriate. Just because we fuck each other doesn't mean we get to denigrate each other. Every person gets to choose how to identify, and that should be respected.
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  26. In every group of friends there are the prudes and the "Oh, I could never do THAT!" types. Many of them have bred me in a bathroom or an alley or at a brunch or in a back seat. They MAY look at you and judge you, but their dick remembers and it is their DICK that will win out. I've had my share of people who dislike me for it, but they seem to get over it when they're hard and their balls need emptying. Like was said earlier. you waste your time and energy worrying about what others think. Be you. Be the Best, most authentic you and don't give it another thought.
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  27. No, it was a small, no more than 3 inch by 1 1/2 inch logo, the top half was black, lower half was yellow, in the upper portion it had BBRTS in white, and in the lower .com in black. Like I mentioned, it was discrete enough to wear out to coffee shops and supermarkets. Then they went full on billboard, and those shirts were just too "in your face" for day to day wearing. Might be great for a leather bar or sex club, but not what a lot of people would be comfortable wearing, especially if there was a chance of running into coworkers or neighbors who were not sex pigs. And not to be misunderstood here, I LOVE sex pigs, but do not feel the need to make everything a cause or public knowledge.
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  28. Not me getting bred on saturday then promptly getting kicked out because Drag Race was coming on TV T_T
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  29. For me, once that frat brother brought me out freshman year*, I jumped in with both feet. I found out about a LOT, and quickly. In the dorm I lived in, I was walking down the hall, another guy whose door was always open, with a large picture of his "girlfriend" just inside the door for all to see, was also walking down the hall just in front of me. He paused, when I caught up, he put his arm around my shoulders with this sweet, silly smile - which stunned me momentarily. That was the second time I sucked a Cock, and the first time I fucked a Hole. From then on, it was off to the races. But even in a small, religiously-affiliated midwestern college, I discovered that there were guys fucking other guys everywhere. It turned out that there was a gay guy who was "student manager" of the student union, the basement of which was off limits to everyone (except him). On certain nights though, he would open the basement door, and that info was passed by word of mouth. So a kid that sucked me off once, invited me. This wasn't a very large building, and it seemed like there were dozens and dozens of guys down there, sucking each other, fucking each other, kissing each other, and THAT was my first experience of group-sex. At that time, condoms were only used when fucking girls, so everything was raw. It was fan-fukkin-TASTIC !!!!!!!!! *described in an earlier post
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  30. Hello all, I have been on the site but not explore much till fall last year where I started taking any loads without asking. Last weekend, I went to a theater that I know and visit a few times but not done much. This time I decided to take any load from tops. I had 2 tops fucked my mouth and cum. I had 2 tops took me to the corner and bred me. One top was an older with decent length and one top was a stocky Mexican with thick dick back to back. I was nervous and they kept pulling me in and not let me push away. I was dripping in the end. I felt relief I did it and whoa the experience. Both said I am tight and want to meet again. They have my number. I am planning to do more and take any loads going forward.
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  31. I personally don't care what the "community" thinks, but I also think the community is a bit disingenuous about cumdumps - and even barebackers in general. In uni, I lost count of the guys at the gay bars who would give me the evil eye because I was unashamed of my sluttiness. These same guys would find me on the gay chat rooms afterwards and message me for a fuck, and ask to fuck me raw as well. It's not about what the community thinks; it's never about what the community thinks. It's more about "what would my friends think", so they find avenues where their friends aren't looking.
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  32. The guy who snickers at you in front of his friends now won't be snickering later that night when he's got you bent over in a dark corner, your ass is gripping his cock like a vise, and he's seconds away from nutting inside you. Regardless of what men say, they appreciate easy sexual outlets. Think of what it means for you to satisfy 10–20 men each week. After you've made them cum, they are ready to go back to being good husbands/boyfriends, good dads, good workers, etc. During crises like the one we are living through now, there's always glowing talk about "heroes". To me, bottom sluts who provide satisfaction to lots of men are the unsung heroes who keep society running.
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  33. I thought I would put this down before it blends into just another night of nasty. Tonight started like many others. I was on my way home from work and I stopped off at the video store to see who or what I may get into. It started quick. I walked by a larger booth and a guy waved me in. I went in and he was fucking another hot older man that was bent over. I got down on my knees and started sucking the guy that was getting fucked. I stood up to take my coat off and the man fucking gave me a look that I have seen hundreds of times letting me know he wanted to breed me. I turned to show him my ass and he rubbed his hand between my crack to feel my pussy. I naturally presented myself to him and he pulled out of the hot guy he was fucking and took off his condom. He asked me if I had a condom and I said no I don’t use them. He started to put his nice sized dick inside me with some spit. He got the head in and when I started to push back on him he said he only fucked safe. I said ok and focused my attention to the other guy. I turned around and presented my ass to him while I sucked the guy that wouldn’t fuck me without a condom. Seconds later I could feel some lube slide into my crack and the hotter of the two guys start to slide in. He fucked me good and gave a big moan as he was unloading in me. The other guy pulled out of my mouth and shot all over the wall of the booth. What a waste of good seed. I pulled up my pants and left the booth in search of my next load. I walked by another booth with a tall black guy in it sitting down stroking his huge cock. It was beer can thick and at least 9 inches long. I went in and let nature take its course. I got down between his legs and started to suck on his mammoth cock. He had a particular way of getting serviced. He liked to get sucked without hands and his nipples lightly stroked. I did this for about 20 minutes until my jaw was tired. He made it clear that was all he wanted. He didn’t want my pussy. So I left. Having one load in me I wanted more of course so I drove to another video store that has glory holes in their booths. I cruised for a while but nothing was happening. I was walking to my car to leave when I saw this young black guy getting out of his car and walking in. I turned around and went back into the store again. He went into a big booth and I opened the door after and he motioned me in. He was looking for strait porn and sat down on the bench. I assumed my dagger pose and got down between his legs to suck his cock. He has a nice dick. Not huge but around 8 I would guess. I suck him for a few mins and he says…I know you want me to fuck you. I said yes please. He asked if I had a condom and I said no. I turned around and sat down on his cock and rubbed it a few times on my pussy. He liked that and guided it in my cummy hole. There is nothing better than hearing the low and deep moan come out of a man when he is entering you. He started to lift me up and down riding his cock. I started to get a cramp on my leg from the odd angle so I stood up and got doggy on the bench with him behind me. He was fucking me good. Very hard when I heard the door to the booth open. A guy I had seen at the other video store came in to watch. He took his cock out and I sucked it a little to get him hard. He was jacking off mostly as the black guy fucked me relentlessly. The guy that was jacking said he was going to cum and asked the guy fucking me if it was ok if he came on his dock while he was fucking me. The guy said yes and he came on his dick and my pussy has he was shafting me. It must have been a big load because I was instantly a sloppy mess. The guy that just came pulled up his pants and left. The black guy said he was close to cumming so I asked him if he wanted to breed me doggy. He said yes and I assumed the position. He pounded my pussy hard for several minutes. I almost asked him to stop but he gave me the signal that he was breeding me by slamming in as hard as he could and holding it while his balls drained in me. He pulled out I got down on my knees and cleaned him and thanked him. He pulled up his pants and left me there gaping and dripping seed. I did one more quick sweep of the facility and left. My pussy is still sore as I type this. It was a great way to start my week.
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  34. Pozzed while Cruising 4 We left the bathroom separately and chatted as we made our way across campus. He told me of all the cruising spots that he knew of on and off campus. I so wanted to ask him about his tattoos, but was scared to learn the truth. In his apartment We walked across campus and all I could think was his tattoos of the biohazard and the scorpion which I thought were a tad aggressive for a college kid. A preppy college kid at that. He was over 6 foot tall, sandy blond hair, had a magnificent cock and was well-muscled. I noticed both girls and guys would check him out as we made our way through campus. His shared apartment was just a block off of campus near a pretty popular sports bar. He made the joke that it was too bad that I was underage to get in to drink, but he smiled. I know a guy that will get you in though if you want it bad enough. I will admit as we walked and talked, I was hard just listening to him talk about whatever he wanted to. He was charming and affable, but that all changed the moment we got inside his apartment. We were both a little sweaty as he led me into his apartment that he obviously shared with another guy. I dropped my bag just to the side of the door and he tossed his bag in front of the TV. He undid his shorts, pulled out his stiffening cock and grabbed me by shoulders pushing me to my knees so that I was eye level to his cock. He fed me his 8 inch hard cock and in one swift motion I had him deepthroated up with my nose in his bush to the point I could smell the other kid’s ass in his bush. He fucked my mouth for just a quick few minutes before he led me on my knees to his bedroom. We were naked before we got to his bed with our clothes scattered about his apartment. He put me on all fours on the edge of his bed. I could feel his fingers explore my used hole. He chuckled when he realized I had a load in me. He began to eat my ass. I only had one other guy do that to me and that was an older guy when I was in high school. I loved it and I begged for more. I heard the outer door open. I asked him to shut the door to his bedroom, but he just slipped his cock into my now well-fucked hole. He bottomed out in me as I heard, what I assume to be his roommate, at the door. “New convert?” I heard a voice say from the doorway. As I heard clothes being taken off. “Yeah, I fucked him just yesterday in the Union, and he came back for more today after getting a load or two earlier.” my barebacker said emphatically. “HOT!!! Mind if I get some too?” he asked from the doorway, already naked and not waiting for an answer. The only reply he got was the guy fucking me pulled out and gave him access to my bare ass. Neither one caring what my answer was going to be. I never even saw the face of my of my new fucker, btut I knew he had a cock just as bigh if not a bit bigger than the first guy. Which I still do not know his name, but I guess I knew him well enough to let him fuck me twice. They took turns fucking me for the next 30 minutes edging themselves inside my ass. When one got close to cumming he would give the other another turn in my well fucked boi pussy. Meanwhile they had fucked the cum out of me once and I was hard again. They would spit on their cocks when I needed some lube, never once letting me off of my knees. They kept dropping hints like this one will be a good convert. The other’s will like him a lot, he will turn so many guys and convert them too. I was puzzled as to what they were referring to. They chatted as if I was not even in the room let alone fucking me. “I bred another freshman today”, the first fucker said, “right before I brought this slut home.” I heard them high-five each other as the other admitted to breeding someone in yet another bathroom in yet another building I did not know about. That is when the roommate grabbed my hips, plunged his cock deep in my used hole and flooded me with what I now knew to be his tainted seed. I could feel his cock expand and contract in my ass as he unload torrent of poz seed in my soon-to-be-if-not-already poz hole. Once he was done, the first guy took back over using his roommates cum for lube pounded my hole. I collapsed on the bed with his cock still buried deep in me as jackhammered away at me. I came again, getting off on being used like a common slut, the thought of being pozzed and being passed around to some other guys. I begged for his poz load for him to breed me and turn me out. He held his cock deep in me as he came letting his cum mix with his roommates. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and fell asleep while my ass just began to leak their cum. One of them slid a butt plug into my ass to keep me from leaking. I dozed off while they went off and did whatever. I was awakened sometime later by a deep voice and a hand pulling the plug slowly out of my pussy. He told me Jake said I could have a turn and that you would not care. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs and guided his thick long cock into my dripping cunt. More to Cum Love the Feedback Always open to chat and/or phone Joey
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  35. Hey guys, Since I became a cumdump last year, I’ve averaged probably about 10 - 20 loads a week. I can’t help it and I’m totally addicted. I have about 20 guys in the DC area that I’ve met on Grindr, I spend every Friday night at the Crew Club in a Sling or on the bench in a jock strap begging the guy fucking me “to shoot it in my pussy” and I recently went to my first Cumunion in Pittsburg where I took about 25 loads. I can never get enough and I’m a total whore. I’ve started to realize most gay people in the area seem to be familiar with me. When I go to the club people kind of snicker and most recently a gay friend of mine from grad school found out about it. My question is what does the gay community in general think about sluts like me and how common is it for bottoms to to become addicted like I have?
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  36. Whenever I have a day off I love to stop by a few places and have some fun. I've never cared if it's understall, gloryhole, or pretty much anywhere. Put a hard cock in front of me, and I'll do my best to work a load out of it. Got lucky and got two cocks back to back. I recognize his hairy belly of the first guy that walked in, and his long, thick cock. What's great about him is how vocal he is. As long as he knows that people are in the restroom cruising you're going to hear him moan when he comes. After I swallowed his load the second guy walked into the stall next to me. Sadly it doesn't have a gloryhole, but he had no problem giving me his hard cock under the stall while my first load giver was pulling his pants up. Eventually he moved to the gloryhole so he was more comfortable, and I could tell he was going to require more effort to get off. That wasn't a problem since both of us were enjoying ourselves. After about 8-ish minutes or so he gave me his load. There's just something about feeling a man's cock pulse while shooting cum inside you that's the best feeling ever. Haven't decided if I'm going to post the videos of me sucking off both guys yet online, but I'll at least post a pic of it here.
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  37. Very great advice, thanks for sharing! I will give that a go. (Also thank you for your replies on my other posts. I can only post three times a day now, so I sadly can’t reply to all of them at the present moment :(()
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  38. Do promiscuous tops consider themselves to be sluts? I've had a few complain at bars that I've been riding any dick. But I saw them dipping, fucking and breeding many holes themselves ..
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  39. Omg. I want Brian (and Jake) to breed me!
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  40. Part 5: The Menace For a moment, Jake was shocked into silence by the all-but-identical appearance of the Mystery Man. The shock wore off in a hurry, though, when Sean muttered, “Oh, crap, he’s spotted me and he’s coming over.” The stranger arrived, grinning at Sean, and said, “Hey, there, sexy. Back for more?” Sean decided not to piss him off right away. “Least you could do is tell me your name, if you’re going to act like an old friend.” “Jim.” “And I’m Sean.” “I know.” That rattled both Sean and Jake. The man grinned at Sean’s discomfort, and then turned to Jake. “Well, if it isn’t my long-lost brother!” Sean’s jaw dropped. Jake held his face immobile as he replied, “What makes you think I’m your brother?” “Uh-uh. I don’t think you’re my brother – I know you are.” “I don’t have a brother – just a sister, much younger.” Jim kept grinning. Jake realized that there was a definite element of malicious mischief in that grin, a sense that the cat was playing the mice before killing them. “Oh, yes, I know. I’ve met her. I’ve met our mother too. I see that there are some important things she’s never told you. You know, Jake, you really should be a little more careful about being too damn sure of yourself. There are probably a lot more things in the world that you don’t know.” Jake’s nerves were winding him up. “So, what do you want?” Jim replied, “Oh, I don’t want anything from you – yet. I just wanted to let my friend here, Sean, my little fuck buddy – you knew all about that, too, I bet – I just wanted to warn him that hanging around with you is maybe not the best thing for his health. You know that old expression, ‘playing with fire,’ don’t you, Sean? Getting too close to Jake might be very bad for you. Just thought I’d give you a friendly tip. And let me know if you want to hook up with me again. You enjoyed it the last time, as I recall.” Sean blushed. But then he decided enough was enough. “No, I don’t want to. And no, I didn’t enjoy it. And just for the record, Jake might not be as violent as you but he’s easily ten times the man you are, in bed and out.” A momentary look of savage anger flashed across Jim’s face, just for a split second, and then that smooth, sardonic grin was back, like a mask that had temporarily slipped. “We’ll see. When the time comes, I think you’ll change your mind – and once Jake is out of the picture, you will enjoy it.” With that, he turned away and sauntered over to the bar to get a drink. Jake and Sean stared at each other. Neither of them had missed the menace, the threat behind Jim’s words. But neither of them wanted to let him think he’d gotten to them. So Sean signalled the waiter, and they ordered another round. Then they talked about indifferent matters, while Sean kept half an eye on Jim’s movements. At last, Jim upended his bottle and then sauntered out the exit, throwing another clearly lustful grin at Sean as he went. Sean heaved a huge sigh of relief. “Okay, he’s gone.” “It’s too bad you lost it and took a dig at him. I saw the look he gave you when you did that.” “So did I. But, Jake, let’s face it, whatever’s eating him, he’s already plenty mad at you anyway.” “I have no idea why. I was telling the truth, you know. If he is my brother, and not just playing on a freaky chance resemblance, I never knew he existed. When we get home, I’m going to call my mother.” An hour or so later, Jake put down his phone and turned to Sean, who was sitting beside him on the living room couch. “Well?” “All she would say was that she had a lot to tell me, and it would be better to tell me in person. I’ll have to go see her tomorrow. Sorry, I know we were planning on going hiking, but I think this takes precedence.” “Long trip?” “She’s in Garrisville. About 90 minutes each way.” Sean got up and shifted to sit beside Jake, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Of course you have to go. It’s obvious now that she knows something at least, and that suggests Jim was telling the truth. The hike will still be there another time.” “I feel bad, letting you down like that. This is getting decidedly scary.” “I know – and for me, too. Look, Jake, no matter what happens with Jim, we’re in this together and we face it together. Okay? We’ve got to have each other’s backs all the way.” Jake turned and hugged Sean fiercely. “You’re right, Sean. No question there – I need you. I need you.” “And I need you, Jake. That’s why we do this as a team.” The next morning, as Jim was getting ready to leave, he kissed Sean and gave him another clinging hug. “Listen, Sean, when you go out for your run, please stick to the main streets. No parks, no trails. Who knows where that psycho might be lurking?” Sean was inclined to demur, insisting that he would be all right, but he saw the look in Jake’s eyes. Jake was genuinely fearful for him, for his safety, even before worrying about his own. As soon as he realized that fear, Sean forgot about arguing. “All right, I will. And you drive carefully. I’ll see you later.” Jake was on edge for the whole of the 90-minute drive to Garrisville, not knowing what awaited him. When he reached his mother’s apartment building, he buzzed her, waited until she called down, then said, “It’s Jake,” and she buzzed him in. Once he had greeted her and kissed her, she sat down in the living room behind a tray with coffee and cookies, and Jake sat down opposite her. She poured coffee, offered him the plate of cookies, and then silence fell. He looked at his mother expectantly. “It’s so hard to know where to begin.” “Let’s start with this Jim guy, then.” She heaved a sigh. “All right. Yes, dear, Jim McManus really is your brother – your twin brother.” “You’ve never told me this.” “There didn’t seem much point. It all happened at a time when adoption records where I lived were sealed and then destroyed after 10 years. I honestly never expected to see him again.” “Go on, mom.” Jake listened intently as the story emerged in stages. He could picture it all: the strait-laced small town, the strict religious parents, the life shorn of any joy or excitement or colour or – or even any fun. Then, the handsome, unsuitable stranger. Italian, Catholic, fun-loving, amusing – oh, yes, he’d had an easy time sweeping her off her feet. Eloping at 19, then pregnant at 20, and then the discovery that the pregnancy was twins – and the fears because they were living on a shoestring. “I confided my fears in Tony,” she went on. “When I got home from my cashier’s job the next day, he was gone. He’d cleaned out our bank account, sold the car, and just vanished. And I never saw him again.” Then her parents stepped in to handle the mess, taking her back home, but keeping her on a shorter string than ever. The birth of the identical twin boys, the one put up for adoption, the other one going with her when they married her off to a worthy, upright member of the church. “So your father didn’t actually die – as far as I know. By now, he could have. You were baptized Jacob Featherston, and that’s something else I never told you. Your stepfather, Jonah -- he was the one who died, when you were three years old. I was out on my own again, but at least, this time, with a decent estate to keep me afloat. I got out of that hateful town, and came north to Devonston to live, bringing you with me. There, I fell in love again. It was Enrico Bianchi – another Italian Catholic, looking very like Tony. We married, and I gave you his surname. Rico was really the only one of your three fathers that you ever knew.” Jake felt like he wanted to get up, walk around the table, and give his mother a huge hug, pat her on the back, assure her that it didn’t matter to him and he wasn’t angry at her for holding back. But she was still going on. “How Jim ever found me, after all that, I have no idea. He contacted me a few months back, told me who he was, and asked to see me. I took Catherine with me, and by now you’ll have realized that she is only your step-sister. We met for coffee, and he spoke very kindly and civilly to me – but I smelled a rat. I think it was the experience with Tony that left me with a sixth sense for trouble. And I sensed right away that Jim was a bad ‘un. I’d decided that I wasn’t going to tell him about you. It was Catherine who told him that he had a twin brother, that you were living in Devonston, and that you were a pervert.” “You know how much I dislike that term, mother.” “It’s just my upbringing coming out in me. Why you couldn’t have chosen to be a respectable married man with a wife and children….” “Like my birth father?” “That’s hardly fair.” “The term, mother, is ‘gay’. Just please remember that -- and use it. And remember that it’s not a choice!” An awkward silence ensued. Finally, his mother spoke again. “I take it that you have some reason for coming to see me and asking about your brother.” “Yes. He ran me down in Devonston, yesterday, when I was having a couple of drinks after work with my… with a friend. Speaking of it being not a choice to be gay, Jim is gay too. How do I know? Because my friend had already had an encounter with him – a rather violent one. There have been other incidents too, I won’t go into the details. The point is that I think you were right in tagging him as a “bad ‘un” – I’d go further and say “violent, possibly psychotic” – and I am afraid that he is targeting me, and my friend.” “From the way you keep calling him your friend, I assume you mean your sex partner.” “Among other things, yes. That’s not the point. The point is that I think my brother is violent, possibly dangerous, and certainly he’s dangerous to me if he keeps doing things – because we look almost alike. I know now that we share common DNA, and I could easily end up getting blamed and maybe with a conviction, jail time, and a record for anything bad that he chooses to do. I’m going to the police on Monday morning, because his language yesterday was threatening, in an insinuating kind of way, and I need to draw him to their attention. And if he contacts you again, I want you to make sure you contact the police here and get them to pass the word on to the police in Devonston.” And with that, Jake got up to take his leave. The drive home was both tedious and unnerving. He was now more sure than ever that Jim’s intentions were both malicious and violent. He was also worried, both about whether he could trust his mother if Jim should contact her, and even more about whether Sean would be all right when he got home. It was becoming increasingly clear to him that he couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to Sean, and that he also couldn’t contemplate the possibility of life without Sean. Jake knew perfectly well what that meant, but it was a surprising and not altogether pleasant discovery. He’d managed to live his life so far, having a grand old time, enjoying the gorgeous penthouse he’d inherited from his well-to-do stepfather, Rico (it had been an investment, not a family home), and hooking up with a whole string of hot, sexy, horny men in a series of one night stands, brief flings, and serially monogamous (or otherwise) relationships that lasted anywhere from a few months to a year or so. In all that time, he’d never looked much further ahead than the next hot guy. He’d never, but never, let himself get trapped and taken off the market. Now, all of a sudden, he found himself thinking in more permanent terms (or at least long-range terms) and it disconcerted him mightily. It was almost frightening to realize that he not only was imagining being tied down to one man, but that he actually wanted to be. He had no idea why it should have been Sean in particular who affected him in this way, and he couldn’t imagine any possible reason that wouldn’t apply to any of his previous stands, flings, or relationships. Well, other than the fact that Sean was a killer chef, but that couldn’t be the whole story. Could it? Nobody had ever acquainted Jake with the old saying that the heart has its reasons, which reason cannot comprehend. He got home at three o’clock and was hugely relieved to find everything okay at the penthouse. Sean issued him strict marching orders to stay out of the kitchen after 5:30, and not to make any loud noises or do anything in the way of physical exertion which might create bumps or bangs. The reason became clear when he sat down to dinner and Sean presented a magnificently tall and fluffy cheese souffle, paired with ratatouille and a salad. After the meal was finished, Jake went down on one knee with a sweeping, dramatic gesture, seized Sean’s hand, kissed it, and said, “My compliments to the chef!” After they both had a good laugh over Jake’s theatrics, and after the dishes were cleaned and put away, they sat down together and Jake recalled his lengthy talk with his mother. Sean nodded as the points were covered, one by one, and then said, “Well, that certainly explains why I thought you were the man who ripped my hole open in Greenwoods Park that day.” “Sure does. I hope I’ve convinced you now that it wasn’t me.” “You have, some time ago. He didn’t even try to kiss me. Whereas you….” Sean’s words trailed off as Jake chose that exact moment to start kissing him. Since the weather forecast was good for the next day, a Sunday, they decided to reschedule their hike for the morning. They drove out from town to Riverbend County Park, about half an hour south, and took a steep trail that climbed to the bluffs above the river for a panoramic view of the valley. It was a good, brisk walk up the side of the gorge, and the sun, fresh air, and exercise gave them an enormous appetite. Sean pulled some tubs of veggie sticks, hummus, sliced cheese, and kielbasa out of his backpack, and Jake produced a couple of bottles of a good craft brew from the cold pocket of his pack. After lunch, they laid back on a rock for perhaps half an hour, with their shirts off to enjoy the warm sun. As they were lying there, their hands met and clasped. “This is so perfect and peaceful,” Sean said. “Perfect day is right. I was just imagining us doing naughty things to each other here.” “Oh, really? And what kind of naughty things did you have in mind, Mr. Bianchi?” “Nothing kinky. Just picturing you on your back, with your legs up over my shoulders, and me thrusting my hard cock into your tight ass – then lying down right on top of you and kissing you, sliding my tongue in your mouth while I slide my cock inside your beautiful body and then pump your sweet ass full of my hot cum.” Sean rolled on his side and gave Jake a wicked grin. “Well, why don’t we? Sounds like fun. I always enjoy fooling around outdoors.” “Because there are too many hikers coming and going. I like doing it outdoors too, but not as a public show. You may or may not believe this, but I do have some limits.” They both laughed at that. After lying there a while longer, they got up, gathered their things, and they hiked back down to the car. As they got there, Jake pulled up his phone, scanned his notifications, and then gave a low whistle of surprise as a news alert popped up. Short and to the point, it said that another young man had been found an hour earlier in Greenwoods Park in Devonston, sexually assaulted, brutally beaten, and seriously injured. This time, the news had a bad ending; he had been pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital. Jake and Sean stared at each other, wide-eyed. For a couple of beautiful hours, they’d managed to just enjoy the perfect weather and each other’s company, and they had forgotten all about Jake’s brother. The news brought them back down to earth with a bump. There was no question now that Jim was totally out of control.
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  41. I believe the adverb you were looking for is "ostensibly." 😉
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  42. I recall I was rubbing myself on the mattress at age 6. I was humping all the time in bed once I realized how good it felt. I had a fascination with female tits and I started sneaking my moms bras to try on. Two summers I spent with my grandparents and I found my grandmas bras to play with. As a mid teen I was always trying to score playboy type mags. My sexual fantasies always involved women….I just wished I had realized my desire for cocks not my own when I was sexually maturing. I missed out on a lot of cock…
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  43. hello rawtop, can you tell me why i can't message other people? would like to get in touch with some. bruno meiner88@arcor.de
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  44. I was awakened sometime later by a deep voice and a hand pulling the plug slowly out of my pussy. He told me Jake said I could have a turn and that you would not care. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs and guided his thick long cock into my dripping cunt. Pozzed while Cruising 5 My new faceless and anonymous fucker easily slid his thick cock into my gaped hole. I thought for a quick moment where did he find all these thick dick friends. I knew I would be a regular in this apartment if they let me. He drilled his large cock back and forth in and out of me picking up his pace as he went along. Soon he was pulling nearly out of me and driving it full force back into me. I tried to slow him down, but he smacked my hand away. I am going to add my tainted load with the rest of them, you little slut. I was hard again at his verbal abuse. I slowly jerked my hard cock as he slammed away at me. I begged him to breed me. “Poz me…” I heard myself whimper. It was the first time I knowingly admitted that I wanted their tainted loads. I begged him to cum in me. I hear the door open and light from the hall streamed in. I could see 3 or 4 guys standing there. My original top told me to repeat myself, but louder. “Poz me” I said just above a whisper. “Louder!” he demanded. “Poz me!” I said with more authority. “Louder! Cum Slut or he’ll pull out and we’ll kick you out” he exclaimed. “POZ ME!!!” I said loud enough to be heard around the block. He flooded my torn up and now obvious pozzed cum filled ass. He collapsed on top of me. I felt his beard scratch my neck. HIs thick dick retreated from my cummy hole and I leaked from my gaping hole. He soon got up and tossed me the plug. I knew full well what to do with it. I dragged my worn and well-fucked body from the stranger’s bed, got dressed and followed some voices out into the living room. I must have been a site with my hair all over the place and my clothes all wrinkled, and they were all chatting like I was not even there. Jake, I assumed, was the guy that first fucked me in the bathroom and then brought me back to the apartment along with 3 other guys which two of them fucked me. I was pretty sure of one of them because he was the one with a beard. He was a black guy and fucking HOT. They finally took notice of me and Jake welcomed me to the club. I asked if they were really poz and did they just poz me. He assured me they were and that I was, but it was going to be OK, and that I would soon get all the cock I ever wanted. He asked if I wanted more. I shook my head yes. He then instructed me to strip and get in the middle of the room. I slowly stripped out my jeans and t-shit down to my boxer briefs and Jake motioned for those to go to. They watched a basketball game on TV while they were spread out on the couch and the recliner. I stood there naked while I slowly got hard again. That is when the guy next to Jake pulled out his cock and nodded for me to come over and suck him. I got down on my knees and swallowed his thick cock and by the taste of his meat. I could tell he had been in my ass or someone’s ass recently that just made me suck him even harder. That is when I felt a tug at my balls and Jake shifted on the couch and someone got behind me, pulled the plug from my abused hole and slid his cock back into me. Then Jake spoke up…”if you ever want this treatment ever again, if you want to be a part of this club, you must come by once a week and bring a new boy with you as often as you can to submit to our and your needs. In a couple of days or a bit more, you are going to get sick, come back here as soon as you can and let us know, but it is essential that you bring new meat with you.” He continued, “ you can find them like I did you in several restrooms on campus, those are the popular ones, but almost anyone is ideal ‘breeding’ ground’ for picking up and converting guys. Most just want to get sucked and this is where your thirst for cum will be helpful, but we need more guys like you to fuck and breed. Do you agree with that? Nod if you do? I mumbled with a fat cock in my mouth and nodded the best I could. He ordered everyone to hurry up and send me on my way because I had work to do. He wanted my first victim in two days. My mind buzzed on how and who I was going to ensnare in my trap and truly wondered what I got myself into. I worked myself and was fucked into another orgasm as my cock erupted shooting my load all over the carpet white the cock in my mouth shot volley after volley into my throat where I had not choice but to swallow it. I was soon rewarded with another ass full of cum. I walked home with a plug shoved deep in my cunt and every boy that I saw becoming a potential target for the “brotherhood”. I got hard…again Hope you guys like this one Love the hot chats and emails from some of you NWiJoey@gmail.com
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  45. From 11 my uncle and I had a intimate relationship, he lost his job and started to pimp me out to his perve mates. By 13 I was a complete slut no load refused, I’d go to local parks after school and let old wasted men breed me. how I stayed negative I will never know. I have knowingly taken HV Poz loads after being fisted.
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  46. On my stomach with my ass up I give the top total control to fuck me as rough and deep as he wants and I get to feel his power all over me even if it hurts.
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  47. I do never ask and up till now I have never been asked my status. As an Top who loves to fuck bare I get tested 2 x per year. And I am still neg. I know that as an Top there is less risky.... but still risky. And I know the risk. But the joy, pleasure, horny feeling, the sound, the smell, the looks of fucking bareback is just to strong for me. And when an ass is filled with other mens cum it is even more inviting to me to fuck it also bareback.... just love to do sloppy seconds.
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  48. I was oblivious to my sexuality for a long time. But when I finally figured it out, about a year after graduating from high school, when I finally understood the word "gay" and understood that it applied to me, one of the first, the very first implications I drew was that the normal rules of sexuality no longer applied to me. For years after that, I thought all gay men were as I was, with that insane drive pushing me to the backrooms, the cruising parks, the baths, wherever I could find men seeking the same sexual release I was. I sought out public spaces where I could lose myself in a maelstrom of sexual excess. I have always loved spaces where I wasn't just engaging in male sex acts, but also surrounded by others doing the same, an anonymous orgy with the same animal instincts of a mob, but with the emotions set on lust rather than anger. I have since learned that my sexual appetites are a little excessive, even by gay standards. I do not care. My appetite is voracious. I have made life decisions based on how I can best feed my desire. It cannot be satisfied, only temporarily satiated. The urge drives me on, into the night. It is my first, greatest, and truest addiction, and one I have no intention or desire of ever stopping. In years gone by, I have shed inhibition after inhibition, with very few left to me now. I have discovered I am capable of indulging in sexual activities that would disgust or horrify the mainstream world. I have encouraged others to follow in my footsteps and to explore delights they once considered absolutely forbidden. Tell me what sex acts you consider impossible: let us go forth and accomplish them. This part of my life satisfies me deeply. I look upon my character and see nothing I would change in this regard, except to have done it all even younger, moved more quickly, accomplished still more. In this arena too much is never enough and that is exactly how I like it, Everything to excess. Let the one forbidden word be, "No." i hit up against the limits imposed upon me by the law, by society, by the timidity of my potential partners. Why must I always be clothed to some degree in public? Why can I not engage in sex with a stranger in the open and in broad daylight? Why do you fear the HIV that I carry? It is the trophy carried by our sexual elite, who wouldn't carry it proudly? It is because I have reluctantly accepted that not all men, not even all gay men, hold the capacity and drive to do what I do and be what I have become that I am willing and, yes, proud to bear the title of "pig." It speaks to a great truth: that I have indeed dedicated my life to being a creature of sexuality more than anything else and hopefully a model and mentor to those pigs who follow in my footsteps. We pigs are, I truly believe, the very best and finest of all men.
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  49. Chapter 7 - Two Boys in Boston *Ding* Brian awoke to the text message tone of his phone. He looked at his alarm clock. “11:07am”. He had slept late, unsurprising after the night he just had. He looked at his phone to check the message. “How are you feeling baby boy? You snuck out on me last night.” It was from Adam. Lying in bed, Brian was still naked, covered in dry cum. As he swung his legs off the side of the bed to get up, he realized his ass was still feeling the effects of being invaded for the first time. It was sore; his whole body was sore really. He stood and reached down between his legs to find his hole, no longer virgin. He stuck his thin bony index finger inside himself and thought he could still feel Adam’s cum. He walked across his bedroom, opened his closet door, and looked at himself in the hanging mirror. His hair was more messed up than on a normal morning. He could barely make out the cum against the pale skin on his thinly defined chest. His soft cock hung off of his slim frame, just as it did before, but it felt different now, having been in another man’s mouth. He turned sideways to see his ass protrude from his thin frame, serving as a reminder what he had done the night before. Brian unlocked his phone and tried to figure out what he wanted to say to Adam. “Hey, yeah, I woke up and wasn’t sure what to do with myself so I came home.” He sent. He wrote out another. “I don’t know how I feel. Like I said last night, sexy but scared. I haven’t even graduated high school and now I’m poz.” “Well, I hope so Brian. Fingers crossed that I successfully infected you, but you’ll have to get tested to know for sure. Might not have.” Brian had just accepted that Adam was probably toxic enough to convert him. His thought process hadn’t yet gotten far enough to think that maybe he hadn’t. Even getting loaded up with toxic cum was no guarantee. As that dawned on him, in that moment, he felt relief. Maybe he just had a super hot hookup and lost his virginity, and he wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences. “I’ll let you know” he sent off to Adam. “Please do. And I hope I’ll be seeing you again, either way.” Brian let that message sit. ***** The next day, Sunday, Brian returned to Boston, but this time it was for accepted students day at Boston University, where he had decided to spend the next four years of his life. Brian was excited to go to school in the city. BU’s campus was smack dab in the middle of Beantown, a stone’s throw away from Fenway Park and everything else the city had to offer. He was quite nervous about it, having always been a quiet, reserved kid, but he was hoping that going to school here would help him break out of his shell a bit. It also didn’t hurt that he thought being in the city would be a boon to his burgeoning sex life. But an accepted students day was not an environment where Brian would typically thrive. Surrounded by kids his age that he didn’t know, his anxiety was close to bubbling over. For some reason, he always thought people he didn’t know were judging him, and even though he told himself he didn’t care, of course he did. He was hopeful he’d meet some people, but he had a hard time getting over his shyness, making it difficult to strike up conversation organically. At least, he thought, he wasn’t a virgin. He consciously knew that, of course, that did not matter, would not come up, and could not be seen by other people, but in case it did, he was feeling good to have checked that box. The morning started out in a large lecture hall, with some Dean or another welcoming everyone to campus and to the start of the next phase of their young lives. Brian had found his way there from the parking garage and sat down, not knowing what else to do, and was reading through the day’s schedule while waiting for it to start. When the speakers finished, the students sorted themselves by college, and Brian found the College of Arts & Science group, where his major was. As the group walked down the corridor towards a smaller lecture hall, Brian heard a familiar voice. “Hey Brian” He turned his head and saw Jake a few steps behind him, walking quickly as if he had been trying to catch up with him, a smile on his face that Brian knew well: relief to find someone he knew. “Oh, hey Jake. I didn’t know you were going to BU too.” “Yeah, I was going to go to USC, but then when I looked at how expensive plane tickets back and forth were, I decided maybe going to school so far away wasn’t as good an idea as I had planned.” He chuckled a bit, and Brian wondered if that was true, or if that was the story Jake had come up with to cover that he was afraid to go to school that far away. If it was the latter, Brian knew how he felt. “So, you in Arts & Sciences too?”, Jake continued as they walked down the hall. “Yeah, I think I’m going to do computer science, how about you?” Brian replied, trying really hard to keep his cool. It wasn’t abnormal for Jake to be talking to him, they had class together and were friendly enough. Still, they were here amidst a big crowd of future college students, but alone as the only ones who knew each other. Ever since Brian had begun to accept his sexuality, and his feelings about Jake, it had been harder to talk to him. He was afraid he was going to accidentally blurt something out that gave him away, or that he would find out that Jake was straight, an asshole, or otherwise unattainable. “Oh, cool, that makes sense for you. You always were wicked smaht”. Jake giggled at his cheesy attempt at an exaggerated Boston accent. “I’m international relations right now, but might do economics, I don’t know. It’s cool running in to you here, it’ll be good have a friend around.” Neither of them realized it, but they both blushed ever so slightly when Jake said that. Brian was thrilled to hear Jake refer to him as a friend and insinuate they’d be seeing more of each other, and Jake was worried he had been a bit too vulnerable with Brian. He didn’t know him well enough yet to be sure he wouldn’t be judged. The two boys spent the rest of the day together. With Jake around, it was easier for Brian to chat up some other new people, but neither of them ever broke away from the other. They decided to go to the same info sessions, walked around the activities fair together, and chatted about what dorms they wanted to live in. As they walked out of the housing session and sat down outside to figure out where they were supposed to go next, Jake was looking at his phone as he asked “Um, so, what would you think about being my roommate? I mean, I don’t know if you’re wanting to meet new people or whatever and I know we don’t know each other super well so no worries at all if you’re not interested but I just thought it might be cool.” He looked over at Brian quickly to see if he could sneak a peak at his reaction. Brian could sense the nerves in Jake’s rambling question. One of the benefits of being a quiet kid was he was skilled in empathy; plus he recognized those nerves in himself. He never expected to hear them from Jake, though, who always gave off such a confident air at school. Brian couldn’t be sure of what was provoking the nerves, but his heart fluttered at his suspicion, or maybe his hope, that Jake was nervous for the same reason Brian had been nervous all day. And now, he had a chance to share a room with his crush, which could be great, but could also be a disaster. “Umm…” Brian began to respond. “I won’t be offended if you don’t want to, I get it.” Jake rushed to interject. “No, no, I think that would be awesome!” Brian responded just as quickly, letting instinct reply after he began to sense Jake’s disappointment. Brian was beaming inside. He was beginning to really think that their day together had been more than coincidence and convenience; that it had indeed been filled with chemistry. If he had more confidence in himself, and if he wasn’t still in totally in the closet, he might have asked Jake out right then; that’s how sure he was that their interactions that day weren’t normal, and that they were was a spark between the two 18 year olds. His mood quickly soured, however, when the pair were sitting in the day’s final session, a mishmash of add-ons that were combined in to one. Campus security, ID cards, sexual health… Brian’s heart sunk, from the highest place it had ever been, deep down in to the pit of his stomach as the presenter talked about the health center’s resources and free, no-questions-asked STD tests. It was the first time all day that he had thought about what had otherwise consumed him that weekend. He was sure that, if he was poz, this was all ruined. As Jake and Brian walked together back to the parking garage, Brian barely spoke. Jake noticed the consternation on Brian’s face; their friendship already strengthened immeasurably over the course of just one day. As they got to Jake’s car, which was closer then Brian’s, Jake asked “Are you okay Brian? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Oh, yeah, sorry, I’m fine.” “You sure?” he asked as he opened the passenger door of his car and dropped all the swag he picked up that day on the backseat. Brian could see the genuine look of concern on Jake’s face. “Yes, yes, thanks” Brian smiled wide as his feelings for Jake took back control of his attention. “Hey, I’m really happy we ran in to each other. Thanks for keeping me company. I’m excited to be your roommate this fall.” “Me too Brian… Um, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, huh?” “Yeah, absolutely! I can’t wait!” Brian replied before he could catch himself. The sparks were flying now. Everything said had been innocuous, but it had all been said with just a little more emotion than would have been normal for two straight boys. They could both sense it, too. Jake decided in that moment to take a chance. He took Brian’s hand in his own, quickly leaned in, and kissed him. Brian was stunned, and Jake didn’t hold the kiss more than a few seconds, worried he had made a gigantic mistake. He pulled away and looked in terror at Brian’s face for a reaction. “Oh, I’m sorr…” he started to say. Brian recovered from his split-second paralysis and squeezed Jake’s hand an instant before he could pull it away. In one swift motion, he pulled Jake back towards him, moved his free hand to Jake’s neck, and connected for another kiss. This time it lasted a bit longer, as they made out with each other for a brief moment or two before disconnecting. Brian took a step back, caught his breath, and with wide eyes and a gigantic smile across his face, confessed “I’ve been wanting that for a long time”. “With me?” Jake asked lightly as his voice quivered, genuinely unsure if that’s what Brian meant. “Yes, with you.” “Cool” They both laughed at Jake’s Han Solo-esque response. A group of other students had come in the parking garage and were heading towards them, so Brian calmly let go of Jake’s hand. He wasn’t afraid of being caught with a boy (in fact, he craved that); he just didn’t want to cause a scene. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” asked Brian. “Can’t wait.” Brian turned and walked away down the row of parked cars, glancing back with a smile towards Jake, who was watching him leave before getting in his own car. When Brian finally got to the Jeep, he sat down in his drivers seat, put his head back, and took a big deep breath. He couldn’t help but give a little fist pump to himself; he had never felt so happy in his life. It was tempered slightly by the nagging concern of how the weekend’s pozzing adventure was going to affect his new relationship with Jake. But he put that aside for the moment and drove home happy, singing along with the radio at the top of his lungs.
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  50. Chapter 2 - Playing with Himself It didn’t take long after that first night of getting off on gay porn for Brian to fall down the rabbit hole. A mere two months later, as the last spring break of his high school career was fast approaching, Brian had already done things he never would have imagined, although to this point, only from the privacy of his bedroom. It started the same way it starts for so many gay teens as they start to figure things out. First it was looking at pictures of dicks, but not videos. Then he relented and found his way to gay side of Pornhub, and from there the cheshire cat just kept turning the page for him, site after site, dick after dick, boy after boy, fuck after fuck. Every night was another erotic session in his first floor bedroom, blessedly far away from the rest of his family sleeping upstairs. And yet, the feeling of liberation Brian was beginning to realize as his sexuality dawned on him was tempered by an emotion a little deeper down- that of being trapped. He was pretty sure most of his friends wouldn’t give a shit, his family would probably not even care that much either. Times were fast changing, and while his parents weren’t exactly enlightened, they never expressed any feelings of hatred or judgement towards gays. Nor did they ever caution their kids about being gay, and his mother had even let a “or boys” slip to Brian and his brother once when talking about their future girlfriends. That had been years ago, but Brian didn’t realize how vividly he remembered it until now. The person that paralyzed Brian the most was himself. Despite the fact that he was aching to run his hands across another boy’s abs, to taste cum and see if it was as salty as he imagined, to feel the pressure of a cock entering him, he still wasn’t sure he was gay. Or bi. Or was this a phase? Or was he just being rebellious? Or was this not attraction but jealousy? If Brian had looked just one layer past his nervous conscious, he would’ve realized what he already knew, but he wasn’t ready to go there yet. Now, this feeling isn’t unique. It happens to a lot of us in our coming out process. But many of us grapple with it either by starting to experiment with friends, subtly cozying up to the gay boy in class, desperately finding a girl to fuck to see if it changed anything, or just thinking it through until we figured it out. Brian’s path took a different road, one littered with more risky decisions. Simply watching porn gave way to chat rooms, and soon more. Brian was beginning to realize he was particularly attracted to two rather different types of men: young twinks like himself, but also something that would be a little harder to explain to mom and dad: older men. He blew a whole lot of loads thinking about his friend Jake or whatever sexy boy he found on TikTok. But he also began chatting with daddies online. At first, just casually, not letting it get that far. It wasn’t long before he was role playing and asking to be owned. The phone sex was the next step, and it came quickly. Then, he was snapping pics of himself and sending them when asked. Finally, the webcam became his best friend. He was lying in bed at night with old kinky men marveling at his teenage body as they egged him on to blow his big load for them. And then he’d shut his laptop, returning to reality. Through all of this, he began to realize something interesting: the guys he let see him kept drooling over him. Again, Brian didn’t think he was hot. He was a small, skinny, nerd with floppy brown hair, scrawny arms and legs, and the pale white skin of someone who spends way more time studying then playing sports. But these guys, they kept telling him he was amazing. Skinny became lean, scrawny became toned, floppy became cute. He never chatted with anyone who told him he wasn’t hot enough to fuck. After enough of that attention, he finally began to buy it. He was actually starting to turn himself on. He noticed that, yeah, he was really in shape. He did actually have muscles in his arms. They weren’t those of a linebacker, but they had some definition. He realized his legs weren’t chicken-thin, he had been a runner for a long time and it showed. He didn’t think he was Adonis, but he doing something he never had before: looking in the mirror and thinking “damn, I look good today”. It didn’t take long for the attention and the confidence he was getting for what was plainly visible about him to encourage him to show off what was inside the blue boxer shorts he wore every day. And, what do you know? The guys loved it. He didn’t have much frame of reference before, as he didn’t spend much time in the locker room, but he was stoked to realize he was kind of hung. As he showed it to them, men constantly complimented him on his 7.5 inch cut cock. At first, he would even brush the guys off; they were just trying to turn him on. But eventually they convinced him that no, he did in fact have a big dick. It wasn’t huge, but for a 5’7” 120lb guy, it was impressive. And then there was his ass, which wasn’t really something he ever thought about before. Again, the years of cross country and tennis paid off, and even though he felt really weird doing it, showing the men his smooth asshole was winning rave reviews as the horny fuckers he chatted with explained just how they would pound that twink hole. As his confidence, and his lustfulness, grew, so too did the aching need to actually have sex. He wasn’t sure if he was a top or bottom, but he knew he needed to try something. He needed to feel another man’s cock in his hand. He needed to know what it tasted like. He needed to experience what it was like for one man to be inside another. He needed to confirm to himself something that he already knew: he was gay. But, he was still too scared to do anything that might out himself before he was ready. He shied away from the gay boys in his school, and resisted the urge to download Tinder or Grindr. It was too public for him. But finally, he caught sight of a screename in the chat room he’d been visiting that caused his heart to sink into his stomach and then blast back out again into a nervous burst of excitement: 52 m Boston. This was it. Someone close. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he tried from hurriedly clicking on this guy, opening a chat, and writing “Hey man. 18 here, also from Massachusetts. How’s it going?”
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