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Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. Another try at a "short" story. There are 2 parts. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. -- It had been a crappy year so far. In April I caught my supposedly monogamous boyfriend getting tag teamed by a pair of grindr hookups. I watched him pack his shit up and even caught him trying to steal some of my stuff. I heard he couch surfed for a few weeks before he could get a place of his own. I told everyone I knew what happened and many knew he had been playing behind my back for months. I'm sure a few of them had fucked that sack of shit too. I was nearing forty, but thought I still looked good. Some of the twenty-something guys were starting to call me daddy, usually when I let my beard grow out, which just made me feel older than I was. My workout schedule was three or four times a week which kept my six foot body in good shape, toned but not built. I kept the hair on my chest trimmed and my full head of hair perfectly coiffed. When summer started and I was still in a funk, my workout buddy Chris took me out for a beer after the gym. "Ya gotta snap out of it. Stop looking for a new boyfriend, just hookup with a few guys. You might find you click with one" he said. I knew he was right. I hadn't had sex with a guy since a few days before catching my ex in the act and my hand didn't compare to having my cock buried up a guy's hole. "I know, I know. It's just hard to find a guy my age that isn't already in a relationship or isn't a complete slut. The thought of having to wrap it up to fuck after seven years of doing it bare is a turn off, too" I replied. "Get on prep if you're worried about picking up the big bug. You're gonna drive yourself mad if you stay in this rut" he replied. We hit the bar again a few weeks later, a day after I'd fucked the first guy in months. "You look a little better, but you're kind of distracted... What's up?" he asked. "I finally got laid last night, but it didn't go very well" I replied. "Not all of them do. What went wrong?" he asked. "I couldn't stay hard in the condom. The guy was about to give up but said 'try it bare. I'm on prep' so I did. God it felt so good and we fucked for over an hour. I even came in him, just like I used to do with the douchebag" I told him. "OK, I don't see why you're confused. You prefer it bare, just like ninety-nine percent of the guys out there" Chris said. "Yeah, but I don't want to catch anything, and raw fucking guys I don't know is risky. It's less of a risk if I top, but sometimes I like feeling a guy drill my brains out too" I explained. I saw a smile come over his face. "Yeah, I'm the same. But if you're worried, start prep. Or find hookups that are on it. I haven't had a rubber on my dick in over ten years. None of the guys that have fucked me have had one either. Once you go bare, you won't want to go back, as you found out" Chris said. I nodded and saw him adjust himself. He grinned back at me. "I think I know how we can help each other out" he said. That was the start of six weeks of fucking each other three days a week after our workout. Usually it was a flip fuck and neither of us would ever pull out, dumping our loads into each other without a second thought. It was strange bottoming so much after decades of topping most of the time, but it was a small price to pay to fuck like I was used to. After the third week, I'd taken more of his cum than all of the other guys combined since I started having sex in high school. It felt weird walking home from his place with his cum running down my leg but it reminded me that Chris had my cum dripping out of him, too. I started hooking up with other guys too, but since this town is ninety percent bottoms, I always topped with them. Near the end of July, Chris told me that he was going out of town for work for a month. "Did you ever go on prep?" he asked. "Nah, never got around to it. You've been keeping me busy" I replied with a chuckle. "Good time for it, now. You'll have some free time to do it. I won't be back for a couple months" he said. We met up one last time before his trip and I spent the night. While I fucked him some, most of the time I was the one getting nailed. Before I headed home, he stuffed a butt plug in and said "Don't want you lookin like a cheap whore leaving a trail of cum on your way home." Work for me got busy too, but I finally went in to start prep. "We need to do some tests first" the doctor told me. They called me in to discuss the results a few days later. "Jason, you tested positive for HIV. There's no need for prep. We are going to do some more tests to figure out how best to treat you" the doctor said, along with a thousand other things that I didn't hear. -- "I never said I was on it and you didn't ask. I got a really big Christmas gift last year and I've been sharing it. You're number seven that I know of" Chris said when I called to tell him. "What the fuck? That wasn't cool" I yelled back at him. "It's really cool, since you don't have to worry about it any more. You can go on meds, but once you charge up your first neg guy, you're going to want to do it more and more. Its such a rush!" Chris said, sounding excited for me. "You're fuckin kidding me? You want me to go out and infect unsuspecting guys like you did to me?" I said, exasperated. "Do it however you want. Fuck other poz guys, knock up some chasers, breed some prep guys or stealth some neg guys. Just do me a favor and stay off meds for a few months and see how it goes" he said, calmly. "Fuck! Now you want me to do you a favor? You're just a fuckin asshole. I hope you burn in hell" I yelled out before I hung up. The problem was, I was horny. Really horny. As good as my hand felt, I needed more. I figured that there wasn't any harm fucking other poz guys so that's what I started with. By the time I went in to talk with the doctor about my second set of tests, I'd fucked and bred a half dozen poz guys. One even flipped me over and gave me his own potent, unmedicated strain. A few days after my doctor's appointment, I was surfing and one guy sent me a message. "Hey. Think I've seen you at the Sweat Shop gym. Prep btm here, luv takin poz dick. bb only" he said. The pics in his profile looked familiar and I remembered checking him out more than once during my workouts. After a few more messages, I was convinced I wasn't going to infect him. Later that evening, my dick was buried in his ass as he begged for my toxic seed. While some of the poz guys had mentioned it while I fucked them, this guy went all out on poz talk while we fucked. I pumped a huge load in him and I don't think I'd ever seen a bottom happier to get bred. The group of guys I was now comfortable fucking was now getting larger. It was just about a month since I got the diagnosis when the first chaser messaged me. Well, the first one that seemed serious and sent more than "poz me" as a message. He was ten years younger than me, two inches shorter, smooth above the waist and hairy below. He had a nice looking uncut cock and an even better looking ass. His longish, curly hair hung over the almost shaved sides and I saw several bits of metal in his ears. There were a few tattoos scattered over his body as well, but they looked like he spent time planning them out. "You're the first neg guy I've fucked since..." I started to say as we undressed in his small apartment. "That's cool. The last guy that said he wasn't on meds was last year and either he lied or it didn't take. It's fun trying though" the guy said calmly. Calm wasn't how I was feeling. I was nervous and hoped I was going to be able to perform. After a few minutes of groping each other's naked bodies, he worked his way down until he was sucking on my now stiff cock. He was better than most guys and I kind of forgot why I was there, besides to fuck, of course. After fifteen minutes, I wanted to see if his ass felt as good as his mouth and throat. Holding his head by the hair, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped it over his cheek. "I need your ass" I said softly, staring at him. He bent over the bed and I was on my knees a moment later. I was only going to spend a minute rimming him, but his ass just felt too good. My beard mingled with the hair between the mounds of firm flesh. His ring flexed while my tongue lapped over it, adding more spit to the entire crevice. Ten minutes had passed and my cock was now throbbing, needing some attention too. I stood up, surprised how hard my cock still was. I pressed the leaking tip to his spit soaked hole, wondering how I could even think about doing what I was about to do. Pushing a little harder, I heard Chris' comment from a few weeks earlier about knocking up a neg guy rattling around my head. "Aahhh fuck yeah..." the chaser moaned as my cock drove slowly into him. His chute felt good wrapping around my cock and when I bottomed out, he gave a firm squeeze with his ass muscles. My cock was leaking more than usual and soon his hole was really slick. It let me pound him harder and at one point I grabbed his hair and pulled it back before slamming in. While I ground my hips against his ass I whispered in his ear "Ready to get pozzed?" "Oh god yeah... Please breed me full of your bug... I want it so bad!" he cried out. His ring clamped down harder with each phrase, trying to suck the cum out of my balls. I could only thrust in a dozen more times before I began to shoot. The moan he let out told me how much he loved getting filled with my virus enhanced load. After the last pulse, I plowed his ass a few more minutes, churning up the cum inside him and hopefully pushing it deeper. Whether he felt as excited when he converted or when he tested positive, I would probably never know. After a short rest, I drilled him again until my cum needed to escape and help try and end his chase. He was a fun guy to fuck and when we finished told me he was very eager for a repeat. I spent the next 17 days breeding him until I showed up and his body was on fire. We only had a quick fuck that night and I left him passed out with one big load inside. I texted Chris and said "ur right. big rush when first one converts." A rational guy would have thought that once he'd experienced pozzing a guy it was enough and he should start medication to get himself undetectable. That's not what I did. Just like Chris had told me, I wanted more.

Anyone who has been to P-Town has heard about the Dick Dock. Everyone talks about it; most secretly yearn to go; several go to watch. But only the real confident and grounded guys have the confidence to go to the Dick Dock and fuck. I knew I was going to the Dick Dock tonight. No question about it. Provincetown is s conservative New England seaside community in disguise. You’d never know from looking at night it becomes a den of inequity where denizens get as hot and nasty as any New York City backroom. In fact some New Yorkers come to P-Town to play. It can be that hot. One summer a friend of mine and I went to P-Town to go camping (and get nailed). On Saturday evening we decided to go out and have some fun. I spent extra time getting extra cleaned out and decided to wear easily accessible shorts and a tank top. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and lube and headed to the A-House. The A-House is a hot “guys” bar free of attitude and pretension. My friend met someone early on and said his goodbyes – the lucky fuck. I hadn’t found anything of interest but I was getting into the conversation, the music and the cocktails. The bartender poured excellent drinks. I was feeling pretty good as the evening worn on. That what kind of a bar the A-House is. The A-House is small and the small single bathrooms face right into the bar room. What is interesting is that each of the doors has a cut out of a half-moon to resemble an old outhouse. The lights in the restrooms are red so you can imagine how the restrooms look. I needed to pee so I went up to what was becoming a small line waiting for the johns. The guy in front of me was looking at me pretty intensely and I felt my dick stir. He was pretty hot looking wearing just a pair of leather pants and an arm band. Hot chest and a nice taunt package stuffed into the pouch of those leather pants. When his turn came, he signaled me to go in with him. I thought what the hell and followed. These are single stall bathrooms. I go in and he turns me around to face the door. Of course it had a half moon cut-out, about the size of a dinner plate, right at eye level. He slid my shorts down all the way to my ankles. I reached over and latched the door. I could see everyone in the bar. He knelt down and threaded my foot out of my shorts. He lightly bit my left ass cheek. Then he spread my cheeks wide and buried his face in my ass and started to eat. He was a moaner. I like that. He was really getting into this ass eating. The more he ate it seemed the hungrier he got. I could feel his vocal chords vibrate onto my hole as he moaned and lathered me up really good. I could feel his saliva begin to run slowly down my leg. I started to push back on his tongue, fucking my hole onto his face. I looked out into the bar and wondered if anyone could possibly know that someone was in here eating my ass out. If anyone paid attention they would notice that I was looking out of the bathroom door instead of facing the wall where the urinal was. After about 10 minutes, he pulled his tongue out and stood up. He told me he was sorry but he had to go. His boyfriend was at the bar waiting for him. I looked at him and he had ass juices all over his face. He quickly excused himself and walked out of the john leaving me there feeling the cool air kissing the saliva on my asshole. It felt like the shock of spearmint. I looked out the half-moon and watched the guy walk up to his boyfriend at the bar and shoved his tongue into his mouth. They started making out. Fuck, they must have been in on this together. The leather dude goes in eats a hole and brings cunt juice back to his lover. They made out like porn stars until the lover got all of my juice from his boyfriend. That was fucking hot. I cleaned up, pissed, and stuffed my rock-hard cock back into my shorts and left. I hung out and had another drink. Every once in awhile, the guy’s boyfriend would look at me and smile. All too soon, the bartenders hollered “last call” so I decided to leave. As I was heading out the door I brushed by the couple and the boyfriend whispered in my ear, “You taste great man, thanks.” I smiled and told him his boyfriend did all the work, he should thank him. I slid past them and out onto the street. I took a left onto Commercial Street towards the campground. The streets were really crowded and Spiritus Pizza was lined up out the door with wasted patrons needing to sober up on some of their magical pizza. As I walked down a little further, I noticed a guy down the street on the ocean side take an abrupt left and disappear. As he neared where he the spot I realized this was where the Boatslip was. The famous Dick Dock was supposed to be just below it somewhere. I love outdoor sleazy sex and my cock stiffened at the prospect of going to the famous Dick Dock. I had always thought it was folklore, but here it is. I turned left onto the same path the guy took before me and I knew there would be many more following our footsteps before the sun comes up. That is if the Dick Dock really existed. As I got to the end of the path, I looked up at the 3 story hotel and heard the music from the pool dance party one floor above me. The Boatslip is built up on pier and beams to protect it from high tides and flooding. There was a hole cut into a chain link privacy fence restricting access to the underside of the Boatslip’s pool and boardwalk one floor above. This was the “Dick Dock”; a low concrete ceiling, sandy dunes and cement pillars that held up the foundation of the Boatslip’s public space above. The hole was large enough for a man to stoop down and squeeze through. Once inside, it was nothing but a bunch of sand and concrete pillars. I couldn’t see very well but it didn’t appear that anyone was here. I was about to turn and leave fearing that I had stumbled into the wrong place when I saw a distant cigarette illuminate. My dick and heart decided the game was back on again. I was feeling my way around navigating by using the concrete pillars when I heard the unmistakable sound of cock sucking. What does cock sucking sound like? Cock sucking. There is nothing else that sounds like that. I looked down and there was a cute blonde on his knees, shirtless with a cock buried to its balls in his mouth. The owner of the cock had his hands on the back of the blonde’s hair and face fucking him good. The blonde had spit dribbling off his chin and the guy’s balls, but that didn’t slow him down any. My eyes began to adjust and I could start to see the silhouette of about 20 guys or so. It was surreal against the backdrop of the moon reflecting on the water. I walked through the crowd towards the middle and just stood still. A hot butch guy walked up beside me in a ripped up plaid sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. We made eye contact. I was about to hit my knees but then I felt my zipper going down on my shorts. Looking down I saw some dude in front of me lowering my shorts. Another guy knelt right next to him in front of my plaid shirt guy. I looked back up to see what the plaid shirt guy was thinking. He was staring right at me smiling. He reached over and started pinching my tit. Then the guy on his knees in front of me swallowed my cock to the balls. I moaned. I started tweaking the plaid shirts big nips too, he was so fucking hot. He never took his eyes off of me. He got his face really close to mine and asked me if my cock felt good. I said yes and then he closed his eyes and moaned and I knew he was getting deep throated. He leaned over and while still pinching my tits, opened his mouth and started deep kissing me. He licked the side of my face and down my neck and then sucked one of my tits into his mouth. “Oh fuck yeah, dude” was all I could come up with. I grabbed my bottle of poppers and his eyes lit up. I gave him a hit and leaned down and told his cocksucker, “Man now is the time to eat that cock because this stud is about to feed you.” Then we started making out again. He pulled back and looked at me and said, “This is so fucking hot. We each have our own private cocksucker.” He buried his tongue back down my throat. I felt him moaning and then growling in the back of my throat. I new he was unloading down the guy’s throat. My cocksucker was taking his time, which I was grateful for because I was not ready to blow. We continued making out until my plaid shirt guy’s heart slowed down. His cocksucker was busy cleaning up his dick. Afterwards he looked up at us and said thanks. We kissed again as I patted my cocksucker’s head and indicating I was not ready to shoot and was zipping up and thanked him. I wanted to see what else was going on here. I wondered to the far side under the dock. There were guys getting blown all over the place. There were teams of guys in circles doing just about everything. I stood there looking over the guys and felt a hand on my cock. I looked to my left and saw a hot black 20-something looking at me intensely. He was wearing basketball shorts and a tank. He pushed his hand inside my shorts and grabbed my cock. I reached over for his crotch, but he already had is 9-incher out and it was rock hard. He had a beautiful cock; strait as an arrow, hard as a rock and chocolate brown. We stood there jacking for a few minutes. Then I turned got on my knees in front of him. I looked up at his silhouette and saw that perfect cock in front of me. I stuck out my tongue and lapped the tip. His cock jumped and a bead of pre-cum oozed out. I licked it off and licked the head. Next I licked the sides and then all over until his black cock glistened with saliva. I grabbed each one of his smooth muscled butt cheeks and looked up right into his eyes. I kept eye contact as I started my decent on his cock pulling his cannonball ass cheeks into my face. He stared at me the entire time. He watched me until my top lip was pressed against his wiry bush. I just stayed there, inhaling his scent. He continued to stare. I was running out of air. Tears swelled up in my eyes. Suddenly I had this overwhelming sensation to keep that cock in my mouth forever. I wanted it so bad that I relaxed. Slowly I exhaled from my nostrils and inhaled ever so slowly and controlled. I swallowed. He moaned. I could tell that tomorrow, I’m going to have one bad sore throat. My stud smiled and his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he looked up and moaned again. I pulled off his cock and went down again; and again, and again. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me off his cock and up to his face. “I ain’t cumming that soon. Not with that pretty little white butt you’ve got. Drop your shorts and grab your ankles, man. I want some of this.” I did exactly as he said and immediately I was rewarded with his tongue in my ass. He started eating like a wild man. This stud LOVED ass. I bent down and searched my shorts for my poppers. This gave him even more access. I swear I could feel his top teeth inside my asshole. It was so fucking hot and I was raging hard. I pushed back and ground my hole onto his face wishing it were somehow possible for him to get in even deeper. It felt like he had two sets of hands; they were all over my ass. He pulled back and spit into my hole and started rubbing his finger all around the perimeter of my pucker. He slowly inserted it and rolled it all the way around. I pushed back onto it to let him know I was getting really hot for him. I felt a second finger ease in. I realized the second finger was from the other hand. My stud had the first digit of each hand inside my hole and was rubbing them all around. Then I felt a little pressure as he stretched his fingers apart. He opened my hole and stuck his tongue even deeper than before. Awesome. The was unfucking believably awesome. He stood up and leaned over my back and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you boy.” I could feel his cock rubbing all around my asshole. He had somehow lubed his cock because it was super greasy. Every few seconds his cock head would graze my hole and I would tense a little in anticipation. “You want some of this cock, boy? Man you pretty. I love the way you look and you got a hot ass too. My buddy here has been eating that out for me. But I got me a little taste too, you got one hot ass. This is Marcus.” A bit dazed and confused, I looked over to the side and noticed a guy standing there with his pants around his ankles stroking a nice sized uncut cock. He was about 30 or so and well-built and creole or Latin. His bush was clipped short which made his cock look even bigger. Marcus started tweaking my tit and I moaned. I was definitely cool with Marcus. “Marcus, pull his pretty little ass cheeks apart, man” he whispered. I could feel the heat and energy coming from my black stud’s cock pointing right at my hole. I pushed back a little to signal that I was ready. Marcus walked in front of me putting his dick in my face. He leaned down and told me, “Man this twisted mother fucker is crazy for white ass so if you like getting fucked you’re in for a ride.” He reached down and had me step out of my shorts, then pulled my shirt over my head. He took the poppers out of my hand, opened them and held one nostril closed as I inhaled then held the other one closed while I again inhaled. He stood up and his cock slapped me across the face. He looked at my black stud and said, “He’s ready dude, give this bitch a ride.” He then looked at me and said, “I got you, white boy, enjoy.” With that, I felt 9 inches of black cock slide into me to the hilt. At first, I was a bit stunned. The shear size was awesome. I was amazed that I took it. I moaned and went down on Marcus’ cock and moaned my pleasure loud enough to get both my guys attention. The black guy leaned over and kissed my neck and whispered, “Baby this is sweet. Oh so nice. My cock feels so warm and wet inside you. I love fucking your pretty pink hole.” And he fucked and fucked me hard. Every time he plowed it home, the force would shove Marcus’ cock further into my throat. Marcus was getting really hot. I could tell his cock was ready to shoot. My black fucker took the back of my head and shoved it onto Marcus’ cock and held it there. I could feel Marcus pulse and shoot spurt after spurt. He pulled out midstream and shot a couple more streams on my face while my black stud held my head still. He never lost rhythm drilling my ass. Marcus stuck his cock back into my mouth the get cleaned up. Then pulled out and stuffed his beautiful cock into his shorts and zipped up. “Thanks, Marcus. That was hot man.” Marcus smiled at him and said, “Curtis, you owe me one man, you promised.” And Marcus disappeared into the crowd. Curtis, my black stud continued long-dicking me; pulling completely out and shoving it back in. We were now making that wet nasty smacking sound that you only get from a hot long fuck. Curtis was getting a little more verbal, “I, arrgh, love, umm, fucking, hmm, this, oh hell yeah, white pussy.” Then he pulled out. He grabbed my poppers and gave me a hit and started eating my ass out again. “Yo pussy is so fucked. I can actually feel the heat on your cunt lips, boy.” With that he shoved his rock hard swollen 9 inches of black dick in again and started plowing. I begged him to fuck me harder. I wanted him to stuff me beyond my capacity. People started to gather around us because of the noise we were making. Curtis was huffing and puffing and sweating all over me. I was reeling from the poppers and wanted his fat black cock to penetrate me as deep as it could. Then he shoved it all the way in, balls deep and stood still. There was nothing at first, then I felt his cock swell up and pulse, then another pulse. “I’m cumming,” he said, then another pulse. “Fuck, take that load white boy.” And another two pulses. This dude was shooting me full of his load. I felt my orgasm start deep in the middle of my soul and erupt through my loins and out of my cock; without even touching myself. What was better, as I spasmed my ass constricted with each squirt around that big black cock. We both froze while recovering. “Psst, Marcus, get over here, man.” Marcus reappeared from the crowd and stood next to Curtis. Man I just filled our boy here full.” Marcus, said, “I told you, you owed me, man, time to pay up.” With that Curtis slowly pulled his long cock out of me and stepped aside. Curtis walked to the front of me and leaned over and spread my butt cheeks apart. His semi hard dripping cock was right in front of me and made its way right to my mouth. I felt Marcus kneel down and start licking my hole. It felt like silk on my abused over-fucked ass. Curtis told me to feed it back to Marcus. “Give him what he needs, boy.” With that I could feel Curtis load start to seep out and Marcus went wild and ate me like a wild man. I finished cleaning up Curtis’ cock and Marcus finished up with my ass. I stood up and looked for my cloths which had gotten scattered, found my poppers and wiped cum from my face with my shirt. Curtis leaned over and kissed me deeply and said, “Dude, I want your digits, this is going to happen again.” Marcus and Curtis walked off through the crowd on their way out. I finished getting dressed and walked back out to the ally completely understanding why the Dick Dock is the talk of this town. I get off on your comments.

Went to a college frat party Saturday night after I was invited by a top who said he had frat bros who was wanting to experience a man and I told him I would love to help! 12 bbc frat bros fucked my ass like crazy And bred me! I loved to hear the guys grunt while pumping seed in my guts! Just to summarize I took 12 BBCs and they all bred me leaving my insides flooded!

Part 7 I pulled it out and it was wet, some pink KY was showing. I knew it was doing what I thought it would. Getting him ready for all his presents. One of the things he asked me last week was did Tina up the ass really burn like the stories. It was time he found out. With the head of the dildo in his ass I took some ground tina and rubbed it on the pink lubed dildo and worked it back up his ass. He stared to make a sound like he was enjoying it. We had moved a mirror onto the floor so I could see his face. This was done for both me and the camera, nothing like seeing an ass taking something and the face of the victim. I worked the Tina lased dildo up his ass. Suddenly his face went from bliss to horror, he said “ Shit, that Burns a lot “. I said “you wanted to feel the burn” . I turned the dildo side ways so it could mash the Tina into his ass. Again I heard the high pitch squeal. I pumped the toy up his ass while twisting it. I pulled it out and it was bright pink. I held it in front of the kid and I told him he now as a cunt. I asked him if he knew why and he said no. I told him because he must be having his period. He groaned and said yes. I told him he was now fertile and not to worry. I had plans for him. I asked him if he was ready to stop and he said ‘ Not sure “. I leaned over him and with one hand stared fingering his ass gently with a cooling lube we used. I stared tweaking his nipples with the other. I was asking him if he still wanted to stop, He said everything really felt great and wanted more. When he was saying this my friend walked around us and I felt his finger caressing my ass. This was an unexpected pleasure. Then I felt something going up my ass. I knew it was his injector and knew he was bumping me. I looked at him and he said not to worry, it was one of his mixtures, Tina and a little something else. He started pushing his lubed cock up my ass, it felt great. I was moaning some and old the Kid I was getting what he wanted. He said he wanted fucked. I reminded him that my friend was Toxic and he said he didn’t care. By that time my friend was hitting bottom in me. He pulled out and walked around and moved my fingers and then Push the cock that was just n me up the kids ass. He worked until he was balls deep. I walked around in front of the Kid. My cock was all tingly and I wanted it sucked. I pushed in the kids mouth and this time he took me to the base. I knew I was getting hard again and looked at my friend and he smiled at me. I am not sure what was in that bump but my hair was on fire, my ass was hungry and my cock was hard as iron. He said it was a mix he found on one of his trips to Japan. He fucked the kid easy and once in while he would go deep. I pulled out of his mouth and grabbed the phone and started Videoing the kid getting his first POZ and Toxic load. The kid was making all sorts of noises. My friend said he wasn’t going to last long so I handed him the phone to Video his cock splitting the young Fags ass. He asked this Kid if he really wanted his toxic load. The kid said yes, almost leading with him for it. I reached behind my friend, Pushed my thumb up his ass and squeezed his nut sack. He roared and stabbed the Kid with his cock, the Kid in turn squealed. My friend said Loudly “ Take my POZ load you Fagot slut, Your HIV + now “. The Kid was almost crying when he said “ Thank you Sir”. I wasn’t sure if it was from Pain or Joy. I knew the Kid was feeling no real pin yet. I looked over and saw the 2 guys we expected standing there watching, They were grabbing each others crouches and smiling.

It was a lonely Saturday night, and I was horny and feeling cruisy after checking out Squirt and BBRT. I decided to check out the porn theaters not far from my house. After checking out the scene, I chose to go to the bathhouse instead and see what hot fun I could get into. It looked decently busy, so I walked in, paid for my locker, and put my things away while checking out the many guys who were there. I took all my clothes off and wrapped a towel around my waist. I walked around, taking in the atmosphere. The darkness, the sounds of sex coming from the rooms and public areas, and the smell of cum and poppers got my dick hard in no time, tenting my towel in front of me. I got a few friendly grabs as I walked by a few guys. I went and sat down on one of the couches and undid my towel, spread my legs to let me balls hang free, and started stroking my thick, 7-inch dick. I spotted a good looking guy, in his mid 40s I would say, walking around naked. He sat down next to me, said hi while licking his lips, and took over stroking my shaft. As he stroked, he said, “I saw you come in a little while ago, welcome” and proceeded to swallow my dick down his throat. He gave me a great blowjob for about 5 minutes before saying he had to go clean up. He gave my cock head a lick and a kiss, saying he hopes to see me later. I spent the next couple hours watching, stroking, getting sucked, and took turns banging 2 guys who were on a bench getting fucked and loaded side-by-side. At this point I was incredible horned up and feeling the raw heat energy of the place, so I wanted to make it last a little longer and didn’t want to cum yet. I went to walk around the rooms and came upon an open door where a guy was on his hands and knees, naked, bent over with his legs spread showing off his hole and nice ball sack hanging down. I had to get a closer look. I entered the room, leaving the door cracked open. I rubbed and lightly squeezed his balls, then smacked his nice round ass and said, “wow how sexy, I bet you’ve been getting fucked tonight.” He turned around and said that he’s had plenty of fun tonight and I noticed it was the guy from earlier. We were both happy to see each other again. He then noticed my hard dick and asked to suck it again, of course I said yes. I felt his warm mouth and tongue wrap around my dick again and let out an encouraging moan. He enthusiastically sucked me as I fucked his face while leaning over and playing with his ass. I could tell he most definitely had been having fun from his moist, sweaty cheeks and wet hole. I was rock fucking hard, inside this random mans amazing mouth, thinking of all the sweat, spit, dick and cum he had taken throughout the night. After a couple minutes, he stopped sucking, looked up at me and asked, “so you’ve been having fun tonight too huh?” “How can you tell?” I asked him. “I can taste the ass and cum on your dick…” he said while gently sucking the tip, “…I love when dicks here at the bathhouse taste this good, delicious.” And he took my whole cock balls deep into his throat one more time. What he did next got me even harder and hornier, if that was possible. As he turned back around to give me his hole, he said, “and now that I’ve cleaned you off, how about some more ass and cum for your dick?” I noticed some cum was now dribbling out of his hole that I could use as lube to slide into him. I used my dick head to scoop it up as I slowly pushed inside his ass. “Fuuuuuuuck” I groaned as I went balls deep in one smooth motion and held it there, enjoying his warm, wet hole enveloping my dick as he moaned while adjusting to me being buried in him. “Oh shit that big dick feels good,” he told me. I started to slow stroke his hole, then picking up speed, grabbed his hips, and pounded his hole, getting into a very pleasurable rhythm with his slutty, obviously experienced, ass. We were both working up a good sweat and I could feel, and hear, my sweaty balls slapping against his wet taint and balls as I fucked him. My dick was so hard as his hole gripped my shaft and his wet insides felt amazing to slide in and out of. His sexy, naked ass cheeks felt so good smacking into me with each thrust into him. I was absolutely loving the sweaty, naked, raw energy of this bareback bathhouse sex I was having, as a couple others were peeking in from around the doorway watching us. There was no turning back now, this hot anonymous man hole was getting my load. We were both grunting and moaning with uninhibited pleasure. “Fuck yeah dude, you like that pig hole don’t you…give me that big dick… fuck that load into my ass,” he said between moans, as he started to buck back onto me, trying to get my dick deeper inside him. “ooooh I love this hole…you want this load, you’re getting all of it…….” As I’m saying that, I thrusted balls deep one last time and my dick started pulsating with what felt like thick rope after thick rope of warm cum being shot directly into this pigs hole, adding my seed to the mix already in him. I stayed inside his ass for a few moments after finishing, letting my dick throb in him as it started to soften slightly. I slowly pulled out of his hole and used my wet dick to give his ass and crack a few smacks. Cum was again leaking out of him and was being added to what was now a small puddle on the sheets under his balls. Seeing that cum puddle, and knowing I had added to it, got me hard again. He turned around and immediately took me in his mouth again, sucking me down his throat as I moaned and shook with pleasure. After a few sucks, he told me he loved having my dick in him, thanked me for a fun, raw fuck and for the load, and turned around and stuck his ass in the air again. I gave it a firm smack and said, “no, thank you, I hope to see you and this sweet ass again soon.” He said, “me too,” with a sexy, sly smile as he puckered his hole to wink at me and let a little more cum drip out. I turned to leave, dick still half hard. As I walked naked back through the halls, basking in the afterglow of a great fuck and nut, I got some more friendly touches and rubs. I stayed for another 45 minutes or so, relaxing on a couch again and jerking off. I came once more, this time on another mans face, who had just sucked me in a theater room, while standing over him as he kneeled in front of me with mouth open licking my balls. I went home after that, balls drained and satisfied with the nights adventures. Already wanting to go back for more.

Part 8 I wasn’t sure if it was from Pain or Joy. I knew the Kid was feeling no real pain yet. I looked over and saw the 2 guys we expected standing there watching, They were grabbing each others crouches and smiling. The two visitors walked over and stared checking the kid out. Both of them started taking off their cloths. One had a leather harness under his cloths. IT was the kind that went over the shoulders and around the chest and waist and down between the legs and up around the ass. It looked sexy as hell. MY friend recovered enough to pull out of the Kids ass. Some pink cum ripped out. Both guys saw that and the smiled at each other. My friend took the Marker and put a line On the cheek that was marked POZ. The one with Leather walked in front of the Kid and put his cock in front of his face. The kid opened his mouth and the cock went in. His cock was bigger than ours and I knew the guys wanted a dee throat. This would take some training for the Kid. I was surprised he got most of it n on the first try. He started gaging and the guys was talking to him telling him it was alright and that he would learn. Here is a Kid that a couple ours ago didn’t like to suck at all and now was taking at least 7” down his throat and trying for more.. His partner was checking out the other end. He said there was at least one big load in that ass. I told him the kid had a couple in there, plus a load of Chem Piss. The guy said he seemed to be coming down some. I told him he was due to get a it more. The guy said I hoped you would say that. He produced a Point, it looked to be about a .5 , maybe more. He said this will send him into orbit. They released the kids arms and helped him sit up on the bench. I gave the kid some water to drink and they grabbed his arm and tied it off. The kid was watching this and started asking what they were doing. I stopped them for a minute. I asked the Kid if he was having fun, he said “YES”, I asked him if he wanted to stop now. He immediately said “ NO”. I told the kid that this would get him higher, he got a big smile on his face. I told the kid to get ready to see the stars.

I have surrendered to my lust for cock and cum. I am a religious man who now prays to dark forces and I am consumed by desire. I am about to take my first bareback cock in this seedy motel. …In the dim light of porn, I watched him measure what seemed to be very precise amounts. He tied off and slapped his arm a few times. Found a vein and drew the syringe back. He had a vein. He shot half the syringe and drew back again. This time the fluid was dark pink. That was some serious blood. He withdrew the needle, now half loaded with his blood gave me the deliciously lecherous look. I was giddy with anticipation as he licked the needle. He asked again: "Are you ready to go all the way?" I nodded. And extended my arm. Tied off with my forearm vein bulging, he found his angle, slid it in, and slammed the plunger. He pulled the belt and counted "Two. One." I gasped, and my lungs froze -- it felt like my body short-circuited -- moments later I was hit by a coughing fit. I slid my shorts around my ankles and started squirming. The rush was unbelievable, but holy fuck, the raw lust was incomprehensible. He knew I was ready to fuck. "How you like that?" "Oh dude. Oh. Oh. dude. I started fingering my ass. My darkest desires, fueled by this chemical lust, became an overwhelming need. I don't recall even making a decision. I simply Knew. I knew with absolute certainty, that I was going to give into my carnal urges. I laid on my back and started stroking my cock. I was writhing in anticipation. He stood up. The chubby sixty-year-old balding man was going to be my first bareback cock. His cock was fat with a pierced through the center of a thick mushroom head. He turned the lights off and propped the door open. Others would be joining us. A shot of adrenaline coursed through me. This was real! Oh my god this is real! I didn't know it was possible to feel this much lust. The rush in my head, and the hunger in my ass was raging. He grabbed my ankles, spread my legs back, and buried his face in my hole. This lit my ass on fire with feral hunger. I squirmed in uninhibited joy. My most secret porn fantasies were coming true. His grizzled chin and probing fingers weren't rough, but they weren't gentle either. He would alternate dragging his stubbly chin across my bare exposed sphincter and burying his tongue deep in my hole. Lick, suck, tongue, chafe. Rinse and repeat. He passed me the bottle of poppers and hit them hard and held. Lick, suck, tongue, chafe. Rinse and repeat. I sat up and climbed between his legs. I slid his semi hard cock in my mouth and started suckling it. It was my pacifier. I came up for air. "I need more." I went balls deep and pressed my face against his pelvis. I couldn't breathe. I gagged once but surrendered to the pleasure of having his cock fucking my throat. The musky scent of his hairy crotch sent a shiver of piggish lust through me. I came up for air. "I need to fuck." He pulled my head off an we locked eyes. In the dimmest of light, his were gleaming with sweet lechery. I imagined myself to be his son. He crammed his cock back in my mouth. I worshipped his meat it with novice enthusiasm, gagging and slobbering on every sweet thrust. Eventually, he pushed my face off and pulled me to his lap. I climbed on top and pressed the my hole against the head of his cock. I didn't wait for him to finish sliding in. I lowered myself on his cock and slid down on it in until I had swallowed the entirety his magnificent bare cock with my ass. There was no pain -- only the giddy pleasure of offering my virgin hole to a stranger. I gyrated my hips and wrapped my arms around him. Bare cock was inside me! It felt so deliciously dirty! I kept gyrating with slow steady purpose. I had never imagined how pleasurable it would feel to grind my hips while savoring the fullness of his cock so deep in me. I wanted his lust. I wanted to be the object of his fantasies He finally filled me with his slippery warmth. It came abrubtly in one final deep thrust and a series of uncontrollable spasms. I delighted at the forbidden pleasure of my hole filled with the cum of this seedy lover. "Oh, Daddy. Your bare cock feels so good in me. Ohhhhh fuuuuck. Yeah." The pleasure of surrendering to my drug-fueled fantasies was exquisite. He rolled off me and panted. A small gush of his cum oozed from my hole as he pulled out. I scarcely felt a moment of depraved satisfaction before my feral lust demanded more. More cock. More men. More cum. I laid there fingering myself and smearing the fresh cum around my freshly fucked hole and contemplated the best place to find old men with depraved sexual hunger for my flesh. I licked my fingers and shoved them in my ass, smeared, and licked again. As I lay there fingering myself and smearing his cum around my freshly fucked hole, I contemplated the best place to find old men with depraved sexual needs. I decided I would cruise the cinema and bookstore later. I was beyond consumed by desire for perversion. I wanted old men with toxic cum. I was giving myself over to my darkest desires. "You like that cum, young man." He wasn't asking. He was telling. "We’re going to fill that sweet hole of yours tonight." I moaned my agreement. I am sooooooooo hungry to defile myself with foul seed. Quantity is its own quality – I will refuse no man -- but my cumhole begs to be a vessel of pleasure for only the most perverted fantasies of anonymous men. I need to wreck my hole until it's a bloody pulp and slather it with infected seed. I need to milk yours and every other man's poz load into my hole. I know that I have only begun to corrupt my cumhole, but as I cruise The Breeding Zone, I am consumed by an arcade of deviant sexual fantasies; Each of which demands unspeakable acts of perversion in exchange for the promise of supernatural pleasure.

Several months back I met a man - a trucker - at a nearby truck stop quite on accident. He was coming out of the common area after a meal and I was using hte gasoline pumps for smaller vehicles that was very near the entrance/exit of the building. One thing led to another on that initial encounter and we ended up fucking in his cab. But after that I returned to fuck him several times, including an overnight stay at a nearby motel. We developed quite the rapport - he knew my needs and I knew his. So a few weeks back he began "sending" other truckers my number and telling them if they needed a hot piece of sissy ass to text me and give me about 3 hours notice. It worked out well - I got a few more "regular" truckers now fucking me and he is somewhat of a "big thing" now at the truck stop with the bi-sexual, married, and horny truckers that need a release on the road. Last night he set me up for the first time officially - actually arranging everything with two truckers. The 2nd one, which I won't go into detail about here, I've had before. He's a sexy black trucker and has a specific type of outfit he likes seeing me in and a certain arrangement for the two of us to spend time alone together. It was the first man of the night that I have to share. He was not only new to the truck stop, but also new to my "Pimp Daddy" and new to having me. My "Daddy" set it all up - 7:30pm, exact area to park his trailer and truck, how to leave the passenger door unlocked, that I would give a special "knock" before entering, and all the rest. So 2 hours before I was to leave I went through my usual routine - picking out an outfit, showering, douching, shaving, getting dressed and usually having just enough time to do some more practise on my makeup. So far I've only got my lips how I like them, but today I was working a bit more on base makeup. By the time my 10-minute alarm went off - letting me know I had 10 minutes before I needed to leave home - I decided to leave the base makeup on as it was, a bit light and I could still tell I had some more work to do to get it "just right" so it wasn't too heavy, but heavy enough to conceal. I put on my bright red lipstick and lip liner and made my way to my car and out of the rural area I live towards the truck stop. The heels you see in my photo are the same ones I wore to drive in, as well as the same shade of silken pantyhose - coffee. They didn't keep my legs or feet very warm on the 20-minute drive to the stop, but my discomfort was not on my mind when I picked this outfit. I wanted this "newbie" to enjoy his first time in Napoleon and his first time having me, so I went with a little something more for warmer temps. Besides the CFM heels and coffee-shade pantyhose, I was wearing a black leather-look skirt and jacket set with a warm fuzzy purple sweater under the jacket. In case he wanted to go further I had a matching black silk camisole, black half slip and black lace bra on. This was all hidden by a black wool jacket that was past the knees. For about a month I'd been dressing more provocatively from home and "taking the chance" on not being spotted as a "guy in drag." So far, it'd worked and I'd not been spotted once. I arrived just a bit ahead of schedule, so I parked near to the truck I was described by my "Pimp Daddy" and waited a bit to be sure the foot traffic going in and out was next to none. At a few minutes before "show time" I turned off my car and made my way to the passenger's side door of his cab, rapped on the door in the "knock" I was told to use. I stepped in and was greeted by a rather bear-like trucker, quite handsome actually with a salt-n-pepper beard and moustache - short and well groomed. He grabbed me by the arms and pulled me into his sleeper area, killed the interior cab lights and left a small one on in the sleeper. He began to get his pants off and ordered me to take off clothing, other than my outer coat, slowly. By the time he had his pants off and his cock peeking out from under his boxers, I had my outer coat and jacket off. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me to my knees and ordered me to serve his dick. I knelt before him and greedily began to suck and kiss and worship such a magnificent thick piece of manhood. "Rod" as he wanted to be called just kept a tight grip on my shoulders and my neck, enjoying my sucking and kissing acts upon his hairy beast of a cock. My hands went up his shirt against his abdomen. Like most truckers, it was a bit full, but I was finding this shape to be very pleasing after having had quite a few men like this and enjoying every moment spent being fucked and used by them. Rod was hairier than most though, which really aroused me. Over the years I begun to develop a deep lustful desire for hairy men, at least in the abdomen and chest area. My clear coat nails traced up and down his hair and made my clit rise from its confines under my skirt to make a dramatic bulge that Rod noticed. "Damn sissy you're already hard! What a fucking slut you are! What do I call you?" "I am whatever name my lover wishes me to be," I responded before going back to kissing at his now mighty dick. He was definitely over 7" in length by this moment, probably coming very close to 8 inches. But it was the thickness that had me wondering how my tight pussy was going to respond. So far in the past few months of "trucker fucking" I'd had men that were between 6" and almost 9" in length (Pimp Daddy and the black trucker up next are both nearly 9") but this was by far the thickest man I'd had yet. "Then you're my Trixie. And I can't wait to fuck my Trixie." Another few minutes of sucking and taking every inch of him I could soon turned to him dragging me to my feet and him pulling me down onto his lap to sit on him as he kissed my face, lips and neck and caressed my breasts. He'd already removed my A-cup bra and was enjoying my natural breasts under my sweater. I just moaned and purred as he seduced me. "Oh damn Trixie my wife never got me this hot since before our wedding. Fuck I'm glad Ken set me up with you! I've got to fuck you! Do you need it, Trixie? Do you need my rod?" I kissed and licked him back, "Yes Rod I need you. My pussy aches to be fucked. Take me raw, baby. Take me natural. Let me feel every thick bit of your manhood turn me into your whore." Rod then pushed me off, got up, grabbed onto me and tossed me onto the sleeper on all fours. He spread my legs with force and pushed my leather-look skirt up over my hips and saw his reward - my ass-pussy looking at him under a very small hole in the nylon fabric of my pantyhose. His thick fingers went right in, ripped them open and he began to slap my ass and spit on my hole. I reached my painted nails back and caressed his thick cock, keeping his massive manhood nice and hard so that he'd be ready to plow into me when he had gotten a fill of my pussy. He licked and spit, slapped and spit, then repeated the process over and over as he kept telling me he was so going to fuck me hard. It was at this point he finally caught eye of my clit - nearly as long as his cock, but encased in the same coffee nylon poking through a small hole in the front of my pantyhose. "Oh fuck that's hot! I'm going to make you cum in that nylon, bitch!" I looked back and begged him again, "please fuck me Rod! I need your dick in me!" He didn't hesitate this time. Either I was fully prepped and wet, or he was just going to take me at my word and fuck me hard, raw and didn't care. It seemed it was more the latter, because as his thick head tried to penetrate I was not quite wet enough. He leaned over to a small shelf, grabbed what I assumed was a bottle of lubricant or something. it was cold - very cold! I maned and almost cried out a bit as it shot against my hole. He slapped my ass and pushed the head into me. "Yeah Trixie you're going to be my fucking bitch! I'm going to own that pussy and plant my seed in you, whore!" "Oh baby give it to me. Make me yours. I'm your cum dump. I'm your sissy fuck. I'm just a pussy for your dick!" He grabbed me around the throat, squeezed me tight enough to make me gasp for air, "Yes you are, bitch!" He then released the grip on my throat but grabbed my hair in the back and began his full-on push into my pussy. I moaned his name as he entered me fully and I felt the slap of his balls against my ass. He was in - I was in ecstasy. I felt my clit getting hard again from within its nylon sheath and I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he began to pound like a machine set on high. It was one hard thrust after another - a man on a mission to pound my ass and to get his sperm deep inside me. My walls were pretty sore from his thickness but I was not minding the feel after about 5 minutes of relentless fucking. We barely said a thing to one another - just lots of moans, groans, and a few "oh yesssss" hisses from me as he used me. Then I felt his right hand loosen from my hip onto my clit, where he began to stroke my nylon covered dicklette and make me even harder. I was now moaning even louder. This made Rod want me even more it seemed. His hand just kept stroking my clit and he kept moaning the name he'd given me, "Trixie" over and over and he fucked me. I then reached under, grabbed his hand, pressed it to my breast over my heart and let him finger my nipple. Then both his hands were under my sweater squeezing my tits as we fucked. I began now to moan his name. I felt my cum boiling up in my balls. "Make me cum Rod," I begged him. His thrusts got even harder and within a few pounds I did just that, cumming hard into the coffee nylon over my clit. "You dirty fucking slut! Gawd I am going to fuck you! Yeah Trixie you're my bitch! Take my dick, Trixie my whore!" Rod cried out my name a few more times and then I felt it - his body shuddered. I could not feel the splash of sperm but I could tell from his loud moan it was a big one! I just moaned "Oooohhhhhh yeeesssssssss Rod!" About five minutes of kissing and post-sex enjoyment then saw to me getting dressed and leaving Rod lying there on the sleeper very happy and satisfied. I was off to my next rendezvous of the night just about 20 feet away.

My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’ ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ To be continued???

Again: it's not for the top to determine "relevancy". If the agreement is "you'll pull out without cumming inside me", then that's the agreement. Violating it - WHICH IS THE TOPIC OF THIS THREAD - is a violation, period. Full stop. It's not the top's place to decide it's an irrational concern. It's not the top's place to decide it's not important enough to honor the deal. That's how consent works. Consent is not founded on "I stick to the agreement as long as I think the agreement makes sense." Now it's true that this is (probably) increasingly unlikely a scenario to encounter. But IF the scenario exists, the only decent options are (a) stick to the deal or (b) decline the deal and move on to someone else.

Anon loading again My Grindr pinged with my favourite message, ‘Your cunt free?’ A local office worker needed to dump his load. He’s always breeding different guys and never uses a cunt consecutively. He was dead clear what he wanted, frustrated with work problems he needed to empty his seed from his full balls into a slutty willing hole so he could concentrate. He knows I have a strict no load refused policy so he was on his way as soon as I replied I was open for use. I was hooded in my jock and harness when he arrived. He pulled the butt plug out and slid his dick into me. No messing, straight in and he was clearly here to pound away his frustrations and unload his spunk. Added pleasure knowing this dick has been in every willing hole for miles. I have no idea of his status... he never asks and that suits me! Then he was really getting off, pounding hard he placed one foot on the bed next to me. I reached back and could feel he had stripped to just his socks. I fucking love that, either a guy just unzips to breed or strips to just his socks. I think he must have been having a rubbish day as I was taking a real pounding as he worked off his frustrations. He was plowing me sideways to ensure his dick had the maximum pleasure sensation. He was totally owning my cunt with every hard deep thrust and I could tell he was building up to his release and I was ready for this stranger to breed me. He continued pounding until he could contain his load no more, ‘FUCK-KING-SLUT’ uttered in time to his dick going balls deep. I felt him flexing his dick while he pumped his full load into me. A few more thrusting to ensue his spunk was deep inside me and he was done. ‘I fucking need that slut’ Spoken as he pulled his cummy cock from my hole. I was tagged CUMSLUT and BRED 28/01 and he left.

It is truly one of the most intoxicating addicting feelings you will ever experience. It has taken a hold of me and I've enjoyed every moment in other men's arms behind their backs. I cannot express the bliss that I experience in sneaking around. Give yourself to it fully. Let it envelope you. Let it become a part of you. Once you do that, you will know the unexplainable feelings that many of us feel.

Thank you for the encouragement! It's only a sort of teaser: By day I pretend to be a godly man -- by night. I belong to someone darker. My journey from 'curious' to bottomless pleasure pig has been dizzyingly swift, so I want to share the stories while they are still fresh.

I love the sound of his groan as he finally unleashes inside me. I love the feel of being cum-pletey full of cum and cock. I love how sensitive the top gets afterwards when I'm trying to suck the last drops out of him as his cock deflates. I love feeling him collapse on top of me - the feel of his entire weight on me and still inside me. I love the sweat glistening on our bodies. I love the smell of sweat and cum and saliva all over our bodies. I love the look on the faces of those watching us. I love the sound of his zipper as he realizes that he's done and bolts out of there to get back to his wife. I love the slap on my ass as he appreciates my skill. I love the feel of the marker as he adds to my tally. I love the wet slurping sound as his huge cock pulls out with a plop. I love the feel of fingers as the next guy feels for my hole to guide himself into my gaping wet hole. I love the puddle under the sling because I couldn't hold all the cum inside me. I love the tongue of a hungry cumwhore as he eats the anon lads out of me. I love the stickiness of his load as he pulls out ad shoots across my back. I love the high five the two tops give each other as the both cum in me....

I enjoy the intrusion of his sizable appendage gradually going into me, and I'm thinking "YES! I'm getting raw cock and he's a big one!" And two horny monsters join as one, grinding into each other, occasionally separating momentarily for whatever reason, until the deed is done. Then when his tempo increases as the juices begin to churn, and watching his skin changing hue. The rough animalistic grunting and growling, and then a final roar as he discharges his loathsome load. And the gradual comedown from the heights of intimacy as we pant and catch our breath. Then the post-coital bliss. But my favourite part? The kiss that sets it all off. It sets the tone for the fuck. If he's a poor kisser, then this might not be the mind-blowing experience I just described.

I am a trans guy (ftm) and I have 2 holes down there and a glans that is a bit bigger than it was before I took T but still unambiguously a clit. For a long time I was sad because believe it or not all I wanted was to be in a cage like youse all have been posting. (the grass is always greener!) Without going into all the anatomy details, "chastity" devices made for people with 2x cunts are a totally different situation and do not work the same way at all, and it's impossible to really get the same effect on this body. Because you cannot stop getting hard. I got a bunch of piercings hoping to figure out how to do something similar and even have a couple of small cock cages to see if I could wear them, but I could not do it comfortably. (duh. but I had to try.) Lately I have come to think of myself as having a built-in natural chastity OR I imagine that at some point in the past I was like some of the folks here fantasizing but I went and got myself modified to be as I am. So I am kind of building myself some head cannon about how my body came to be the way it is through my choice rather than circumstance. I hope it is not shitty of me to say that it makes me happy to read stuff like this: because honestly as a total bottom I have always felt very privileged to have the extra orifice. It gives me a bit of grief from top men who are not interested for whatever reason (that's their prerogative of course) and gay guys in gneeral who are hostile (some reasons I understand why too) but I never wanted to get rid of it. The only reason I ever thought of getting any surgical mods done was like I said, so I could be locked up. But it is great to have the extra fuckpocket and really if I could get more of them I would. I would have 10 holes to fuck if the option were available to me hahaha. For anyone interested in what it's like to be gay with this kind of body (which is different than being a str8/les chick): It's not just the fact of being able to take an extra guy (which is kind of awkward rly) that is why it's good. I think the #1 reason is that it is always ready 100% of the time. Doesn't matter what you ate, you never have to clean it, there are no hemorrhoids or other damage etc. If you are a kind of person who's agreeable to this kind of thing, there is seldom any real reason to refuse getting fucked and you can be fucked by surprise at any moment; you can be fucked in the middle of the night or the morning. I know some guys have a really good relationship with their digestion but personally I am not sure my body would ever allow my asscunt to get used with the freedom of my cuntcunt. other benefit, and this is just what I am told because I never was able to know for myself, is that it feels different to fuck them, so for the top it is fun. You can fuck one hole then just slip back to the other. Maybe someone who has fucked both would describe that? (But boy cunt is different than lady pussy because T makes everything more muscled but close enough.) Also you can feel what's in one hole through the other. So if you do have 2 guys they feel each other's cocks. You can use one hole to put a sensation on the cock in the other. Like you can put a vibrator in the front to make the asshole vibrate. You can rub the cock from the other hole. I want to get really good at being fisted so a man can stick his cock into my front hole and put his hand into my ass and grab my whole cunt from the inside and jerk himself off inside me. All that said, whenever I have a cock in my hand and the choice to guide it one place or the other, if it's just about my own pleasure I will send it to my ass 90% of the time. I think the feeling of getting assfucked is superior because it goes so much deeper inside, like you feel it way higher up your body, and the feeling of girth is so much more delightful in the sphincter. I already have what you are fantasizing about but it is still difficult for men to forget about! A lot of guys want to suck on my 1" glans, you pretty much have to go hunting for it because it's so small. I'd rather be like a no recip bottom kind of thing. I will let them if they really want because I want to please, but I really do not like the feeling. I just want to service their body. Maybe it's too much pressure for some guys. They want to shift the attention to someone else for a break. :) I feel that it is a lot of work to be a top and such a kindness they are doing. I wish I could have a cage on my clit even while being fucked. Sometimes I can stop myself and others from rubbing it. A lot of the time nobody even thinks about it. I really love it when a guy fucks me and he does not even make a pretense to suck me or rub me or warm up my holes or do anything else to me except aim his cock at what he wants and dive in. But sometimes there is a temptation to rub. I would love a man who is so selfish he stops me from jerking myself but so far I have been left to my own devices. I always regret it when I do it to myself; it is better to be focused only on him and his pleasure. Hope it's not rude to say that is really a glorious cock. :) I'm sure the tops can appreciate looking at it while riding you.

I totally agree with you. I would thoroughly recommend that you read his first story on here," Last Known Address", it is without doubt my favourite story on this site. In my view there is none better.

Having a man use my pussy for his pleasure. Just being big muscled cunt meat for him to get off

This past Friday, I texted my local top fwb’s to see who was around on Saturday. I haven’t been able to host/btm much lately so they were all pent up. 8 buds came over yesterday and they all bred me. XD #1 – M is my neighbor and chiropractor. Muscular, southern, kind… he’s in a sexless relationship (as are most of my fwb’s) and is always eager to come over. He “broke the seal” of my tight hole. I threw my arms around him tight, moaned in his ear, and he opened me up. Wasn’t long before I got load # 1. # 2 – D (depicted below). Muscle salt & pepper NJ daddy. Hugely hung, he comes into NYC on weekends and loves to stop over before or after the gym. He tells me I’m his fav btm as he loves my long, toned body and rare ability to take his dick. He’s quite sizable and likes it rough… so do I 😊 We already cemented tentative sex plans next Sunday. # 3 & 4 – L & J. L is an executive whose been a top most of his relationships. Last weekend I bred him; he said I was the biggest he’s ever taken. He did a great job bottoming and repaid the favor yesterday as he bred him with his thick curved dick. J is a salt-and-pepper ethnic looking runner. Long dick, sweet, piggy, amd plays well with others. He was a great group partner and was very gracious playing with L, who was a little nervous for our threesome. I texted them this morning; they were both so happy and eager for another round (perhaps next weekend). *lunch break* #5 – H is a daddylicious multi-cummer whose been fucking me for 10+ years. He gave me three loads and sucked me off 😊 #6 – J is a thick Dominican top (around 30yo) who actually is kind of asexual. He often goes days without touching his thick dick so by the time when he comes over, he sometimes doesn’t last very long but ejaculates fountains of cum in me…. which is exactly what happened yesterday. Zero complaints here haha #7 & 8 – another threesome with T & R, both handsome two silver daddies. R is a lean, fit neighbor who has a wicked curved dick; kind of like a candy cane lol. T is a muscley top whose been fucking me for years; also is a sexless marriage… he splits his time btw NYC and his upstate countryhome. We r both so busy, but always find time for each other. **Lunar New Yr was on Feb. 1st. Here's a pic of me wearing red for good fortune. Also, 8 is a lucky Chinese number. Happy I’m starting my New Yr with 8 abundant dicks LOL XD

I love when he gets a good rhythm going and I can his strength behind each thrust, his dick hitting me inside and making my eyes roll back. Him cumming is the cherry on the Sunday for me.

I thought it was a good day to roll this story back up to the top of the list. BZ has had some really great stories submitted, this being one, by a number of talented writers- some still submitting, some have inspired new writers to try their hand at writing here, and some have just moved on to other forums. These older stories still have a reason to be at the top of the posts- older members can revisit, and new guys on here ought to explore posts older than yesterday . Enjoy guys !

Took a load in a parking lot a mall on the way home from work to my pregnant wife. Was in the back seat of his truck while he flooded my pussy 😉. love to be used

That little bit of pain is like an ice cold shower. I spent the better part of a year in chastity under the control of my cuckoldress/dominatrix. She took my nearly 8" cock (fully erect) down to just over 6" with chastity and control. She later "allowed" it out of its cage when I was around men she was having sex with, but then kept me locked up whenever she'd have over pretty women as guests. It made me "stay limp" around women and gave rise to the idea that I should "be horny and show it" around men. Eventually the men took notice and as they began to take notice, I began to suck their dicks and even had a few take liberties with my ass and fucking me while my Mistress was at work. Now I am always limp watching women - naked, in lingerie, or otherwise. But the moment my eyes see a man, if I am drawn to him, I feel it rise.

The Park, Again Matt is on AOL again on the next night. Surprisingly he gets into his city’s chatroom easily. Matt types “22/m/btm” in the main room and a guy he doesn’t know called “9x6forU” messages him. They start a hot chat, Matt asks for pics. He sees a huge cock. Matt returns with pics of his ass. The top says, “I’ll stretch you wide.” Matt says, “Do it.” Top says, “safe sex only here. U?” Matt sighs. He closes the chat…..boring. Matt strokes his cock thinking of the large dick, but the thought of a condom in his ass makes him less turned on. Matt knows he can get at least a hot bareback chat with another top. So, Matt drops “22/m/btm/” in the main room again. The chat box with “9x6forU” lights up again………”not into safe sex only?” Matt’s cock jumps a bit. He smiles. Matt types, “More like safe sex optional. 😊” The top’s messages start coming fast…..”That’s irresponsible.” “It’s the year 2000. We have had millions of guys die. I can’t believe your young and hot and so stupid.” “Do you want to die just because you like getting fucked” “Stupid slut!” And on and on. Matt blocks 9x6forU, but the guy starts typing in the main chat room all about what a slut and a bareback whore Matt is. Matt is mortified. He signs off of AOL. Matt is really freaked out. He sent that guy pictures of his face, body, ass, cock, everything. The guy could spread rumors and everything about him. Matt starts to cry. He freaks out. Unsure of what to do, Matt calms himself and goes for a run. While running, Matt tries to think things through, but he can’t talk to his friends about it – he promised them he’d stop fucking around bareback. Matt hasn’t seen Alexander in over a month, he can’t confess this to Chris because then Chris will know he’s a slut. Matt starts running faster as he is freaking out. FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!! Matt runs hard and finally stops when he reaches the park where he hooked up with Bill and Mark. He let them both breed him here in this park. Fuck, Matt is conflicted. He can’t keep letting guys bareback him, even though it feels so good to admit he likes bareback sex more. Matt starts to get hard in his running shorts. Damnit. Matt sees some movement from the corner of his eye by the trees off the trail. He looks closer and there is a young dude giving another guy in his 20s a blowjob. Matt moves so he can get a closer view. Matt’s cock responds in his shorts. He is rock hard now watching the younger guy – college age – gives this sexy jock a sloppy blowjob. Matt stands between a few bushes and a tree watching as the blowjob. “That’s hot,” Matt hears. An older man, late 50s, some belly, grey hair with a beard, wearing a suit is standing next to Matt. Matt says, “Yeah.” Suit guy says, “Love to see young sluts work for a load.” Matt looks back and the guy has a big cock that he is rubbing in his suit pants. Matt licks his lips, but turns back to watch the couple. Suit guy says, “You like big dicks like mine?” Matt looks back at him again, but this time only at his cock. Matt nods. The suit guy rubs his cock through his suit pants and then opens his zipper and takes it out, stroking a large uncut cock. Matt watches suit guy. Suit guy says, “You like it? You like this big dick?” Matt nods. Suit guy says, “Mouth or ass?” Matt turns to face the couple again, watching the blowjob, Matt pushes his running shorts down and steps out of them and says, “Ass.” Suit guy reaches in his pocket and pulls out a condom, rolls it over his dick and says, “My lucky day. A horny young slut.” Matt looks back and says, “You like my ass?” Suit guy lines up his cock and says, “Fuck yes.” Suit guy starts sliding his condom covered cock in Matt. “Oh fuck. This is a good ass. Going to fuck this ass good.” Matt feels the hips of the older man on his naked ass. He feels the suit pants, belt (still buckled), and the pubes on his ass. Matt relaxes his ass. The top slaps his ass. “Tighten up slut. I like to feel you on my cock.” Matt tightens his ass for the man. Suit guy starts fucking Matt. He is saying things like, “You like that dick bitch? You like my dick fucking your ass?” Matt moans yes. Matt is watching the other couple. The guy getting the blow job is holding the sucker’s head now and face fucking him. The sucker is struggling. Matt is turned on by the scene. Suit guy pushes Matt’s shirt over his head and leans his body onto Matt’s back, “Watch that boy swallow that load while I fuck your hot ass.” Matt is now naked, except for his running shoes and socks, letting a man he doesn’t even know fuck him in a park. Matt is so turned on. His cock is so hard. He is moaning. He hears the suit guy say, “Oh shit boy. The condom broke.” The top doesn’t stop fucking him. Matt doesn’t move. The top says again, “The condom broke. Is that ok?” Matt is conflicted but doesn’t move or say anything. The suit says, “Fuck your ass feels so good without the condom. Is this what you want?” Matt doesn’t answer yet, trying to decide if this is what he really wants….a totally random suited daddy fucking him bareback in a park. Matt can’t decide. But the cock feels better now that the condom broke. Matt focuses on the cock inside him. He moans. The suit says, “You’re a whore aren’t you? Your ass feels so good without the condom. First ass in years without a condom. Fuck this feels so good. You like this without the condom don’t you?” Matt moans again and says, “Yes.” The top says, “Doesn’t matter right? You like me in you raw. You don’t mind that I’m fucking you without a condom. You like it without a condom?” Matt says, “Yes you feel good without the condom on.” The top pulls out, takes off the broken condom, and pushes his raw cock back into Matt’s unprotected ass. “You want my milk slut? Shot in your ass?” The top keeps fucking Matt. “You want that milk in you? Your slutty ass is going to get my load.” Matt is watching as the guy getting the blowjob holds the head of the college boy and throws his head back. Clearly the jock is cumming down the college kid’s throat. Matt says, “Yes. Cum in my ass. Give me your cum.” The suited top grabs Matt’s hips, pushes forward, and blows his load in Matt’s unprotected ass. He pulls out, wipes his cummy cock on Matt’s ass cheeks, zips up, says, “Thanks slut” and leaves. Matt gets dressed and jogs slowly home, wondering if the cum is leaking from his freshly fucked hole. When he gets home, he turns on AOL to assess the damage. There are 12 non-junk emails in his AOL inbox on his slut account – 1 from “9x6forU”’s real screenname blasting him. The other 11 are from local guys offering to fuck Matt bareback. Matt smiles. He is not alone – other guys want raw sex too. Matt emails all 11 guys back asking when they want to fuck him.

----- Part Last ----- Several people made comments about my improved mood on Monday morning. "I was really worried about you last week, Corey. I didn't want to pry, but you looked really depressed. I hope it wasn't anything to do with work or someone here" my boss said. Reassurances that I was OK were made and remade with each new comment. The upcoming project looked to be pretty good and much less grueling than the last one. In the evening, I finished off the pizza from Saturday and started to surf. First stop was the site Paul had me make the profile on. "Your inbox is full. Please consider upgrading to a premium account to send and receive unlimited messages" was the notice I was greeted with. Sure enough, 20 messages were there, most of them wanting to hookup. I read each message and checked out their profile. They varied from a 18 year old parTy guy to a sixty something bear. The ones with no pics, no info or that had sent messages of only "hot profile" or "fuck me" got tossed. That left five. A 21 year old college guy had the best message. "Hi. Newly poz, huh? Hope ur doin ok with it n might consider sharing. Sub bb btm here, not looking 4 master or ltr, just love gettin loads from lots of guys. been thinkin abt gettin pozzed a cpl yrs. chasing last 6 mo. most +guys on meds, didnt convert from creepy guy that I think lied abt bein +. serious here hope u r 2" was the note riskysub02 sent. I liked his honesty and low pressure approach. I sent him a reply - "hey doin ok now, thx. no script yet so no meds. only fucked 1 guy so far. u really sure? willing 2 share if ur not going to freak if u get chrgd." I went to the next best message - "cumdump here lookin 4 bug. hiv only, already had most others. u still toxic? nice pics, hope last 1 got lucky. prefer anon. have spot in bldg basement." CmDmp4ne1's profile listed a 30 year old Hispanic guy, a few inches shorter and twenty pounds heavier than me with a great furry ass. It looked like he had a nice cock too and listed himself as versatile bottom. He also got a reply - "hey. u sure? never on meds. waiting 2 find out if guy in pic got bug. how u fuck in basement? GH?" I re-read the others and wasn't going to reply to them until I knew how the other two guys turned out. Another message came in and I could barely decipher what it said. The profile was really strange too so I just deleted the message. I searched a few times and realized Paul was right about lots of guys looking for poz loads. I even found a profile for a guy that sounded like the hookup that pozzed me - "visiting 4 wkend. HVL & only breed no prep negs. multicummer" was all his profile said besides the stats which matched my hookup, except for his status. The dick pic looked familiar too. I was just about to log when the hispanic guy replied - "very sure. u knock up lots of guys? storage rm in basemnt w/matrss. dim light. free 6pm-midnite." Another round of messages from him and I had an address, directions to get to a basement storage room and a time on Wednesday night. Once again, as I was about to log off I got a message, this time from the college guy. "thanks 4 replying. I'm positive I want it, lol. wont freak 4 sure. cant host, can u? name day time place night btr but I will skip class 2 get pozd. 1x or wud u do more to make sure?" he said. "yw. cant host. u know of a place 2 meet? tomorrow after 7pm ok? 1x yes, 2 if we click" I sent as a reply. "Dix Theater on 4th? 8pm? Look 4 guy with glowing wristbands in main theater" he replied and I sent back "c u then." I'd heard about the adult theater but I had never been there. Except for three or four visits to a bathhouse at college, all of my sex had been in non-sleazy places - dorm rooms, apartments, cars or a few parks. I was nervous as I went in and paid the fee before wandering a few minutes until I found the "big" theater. There were only six rows of ten seats with an aisle down the middle and on both sides. A few guys were standing against the back wall and I spotted a couple people in the seats, spread apart. No one had the wristbands I was looking for but I had gotten there a few minutes early. I looked around at the other rooms, including the smaller theater that only had about twenty seats and a gay bondage flick was playing to the lone guy in the front row. I went back to the main room and looked around. While I spotted one guy sucking another this time, it seemed to be the same set of guys. I stood back in the corner and waited, now expecting the college guy to flake. Five minutes later, a guy burst into the theater behind me and walked halfway down the side aisle, breathing heavy like he'd just run a marathon. He looked around and then fumbled in his pocket and brought out two barely glowing wristbands and put them on. I chuckled and took a few steps forward, whispering "riskysub?" He spun around and in the darkness I could barely make out what he looked like, but he fit the general description of his profile. "Follow me" I said and walked over to the smaller theater which was now empty. I found a spot in the back and the college guy whispered "Sorry I'm late" before he sunk to his knees. He pulled down my sweats and quickly began sucking my cock and getting it hard. He was no stranger to sucking dick and I imagined he was one of those early starters. Once I was hard and wet, I tugged on his arm and he stood back up. "Last chance to change your mind" I said and watched him shake his head 'no'. "Bend over and show me that ass then" I said quietly, but sternly. He grabbed some poppers out of his pocket and dropped his jeans, stepping out of one leg. Each of his hands grabbed on to the back of the last row of seats. My finger ran along the crack, pushing in until I felt his hole. I heard him take a few hits of poppers while my finger slipped inside pretty easily. I didn't feel any lube or cum, just sweat from his run to the theater. "This guy's taken a lot of dick" I thought. Adding a second finger, I heard him moan over the lame soundtrack of the movie. I gave a few twists and pulled them free, stuffing my hard cock in right away. "Aaaahhhh, fuuuck yeah" the college guy moaned as I slid in until I was fully planted. I plowed his well used hole, never giving him less than three quarters of my average sized cock with each stroke and usually all of it. Each thrust was firm and while I might have been gentle to start with if we'd hooked up any other way, he needed a harder fuck. Only a few minutes in, I was drilling him and you could hear the slaps of our bodies echoing around the room. We had attracted a few guys who were a lot more interested in our fuck than the one on the screen. One guy shot his load on the floor and left, leaving two to watch us. "Breed me... please breed me" college guy begged when my thrusts started to get erratic. The last few thrusts were really hard and the college guy struggled to keep himself upright from them. On the last shove, my cock erupted. I let a couple ropes shoot out before I pulled back and slammed in again, unleashing a few more spurts of my charged seed into his cunt. With the last shot fired, I stayed fully rooted in his ass. "Give me a few minutes and I'll give you another load if you want" I said breathlessly, my hands still on his hips. "Hell yeah!" he replied. I leaned back against the wall and he spent the next several minutes licking my cock clean. Once I had recovered, we fucked again but I only lasted about five minutes before I dumped another, smaller load into his guts. The college guy sucked my cock clean again before standing up and pulling his jeans back up. With my sweats pulled up too, we headed towards the front door together. We got out on to the street and I saw him for the first time in glow of the streetlights. The grin on his face was priceless and he immediately said "Thank you. You don't know how happy I am right now." "Good. Same time Friday?" I asked. The grin got even bigger and he nodded his head before saying "Oh god yeah!" "Don't be late next time" I said with a wink before turning and walking toward home. Wednesday, I took the afternoon off and went to my appointment at the clinic. I tried to look concerned, but the doctor noticed I was in a better state than I was the last time. I didn't tell him about the weekend with Paul, or the guy Tuesday night at the adult theater, or the guy I was going to meet later that night, or how many guys sent messages to my profile on a bareback site, begging for me to share my bug. The doctor gave me the numbers from the tests, which meant nothing to me. I figured I'd do some research over the weekend and figure out if they were good or bad. One was really big and the other less than one thousandth of the first. I also got a prescription and a ton of other information. "Fill the prescription right away and be sure to abstain until we get the results from your next test and probably longer" I was told. "Sure, doc" I replied knowing there was no way I was going to deprive myself from having sex. The meet with the Hispanic guy was much easier than the one the night before. I easily found the door he'd propped open and then found him in the storage room, on his knees and naked. He was tighter than the college guy, but still an experienced bottom. I didn't go easy on him either and with only a couple gobs of spit for lube, he felt every stroke. After fifteen minutes of plowing him, I pumped a nice load into his unprotected hole. CmDmp4ne1 hadn't said a word the entire fuck and I only heard a few moans and groans from him. He never looked back either. This was just an anonymous pump n dump and I was on my way less than 30 minutes after I'd gotten there. He sent me message later saying "thx. luv a repeat or 10." Benny from the pizza shop was nervous when he showed up Thursday evening. I didn't have to do anything for him to be my delivery guy. It turns out the place has a list of the regular customers and drivers can request to service them. And service me he did. "Marco said you could help me out" he said sheepishly after he gave me the pizza. I smiled and pulled him into my apartment. Once the door was shut, I pushed him back to the wall and replied "If you really want a viral load you have to ask me." My face was inches from his and I could see the sweat dripping down his face and feel his body tremble. "Please, sir. Can you fuck me again and poz me? Please?" he pleaded. I knew I wasn't the only customer that he would bend over for. The last time he delivered he had at least one load in him and offered to let me to fuck him as long as I didn't complain to the restaurant that he was late. I may have fucked him safe that time, but it was a different story now. He begged for my charged load for the next hour as I pounded him first doggy style and then missionary. Being the big tipper that I am, he got two loads. The satisfied look on his face slowly turned to panic and back as I breathlessly told him "Doc told me yesterday with my viral load I can easily infect someone with just one exposure. Be here Tuesday night so I can make sure you're toxic as fuck." He nodded and I could see his brain comprehending that this really wasn't just some hot fantasy playing out. My poz cock was still in his neg ass when he asked "there's a buttplug in my bag. Can you put it in after you pull out?" Chuckling, I realized he was as committed to this as I was and I roughly jammed the plug into his hole. Friday's meet with the college guy was a repeat, except he was there waiting for me and he was a lot more verbal. The place was much more crowded since it was a Friday. Instead of standing behind the seats of the empty small theater, he was kneeling on a middle front row seat as I stood behind, drilling him. The poz talk chased a few guys away and drew others closer. "Knock his ass up" one guy yelled out as I started to shoot my first load. College guy moaned so loudly when I dumped my seed in him, I could hear him over the din of the movie and at least twenty horny guys, most of which were watching us, not the screen. When I pulled out, some guy from the crowd tried to take my place but the college guy shut him down. "Only one cock gets this hole today" he told everyone around us. Most of the guys wandered away while riskysub sucked and nursed on my half hard shaft. When I was ready to fuck him again, he stood up and whispered in my ear "Thanks for fucking me again. Even if you aren't poz it's still hot as fuck." I figured he was fishing to see if I really was toxic. He had obviously been lied to before and was skeptical that anyone was going to really give him a charged load. Short of showing him lab results, nothing was going to prove I was toxic right then and there. "Eight hundred thousand was my viral load Wednesday. Now bend over and lets make sure you're charged up" I whispered back. He let out a sultry moan which really turned me on as he turned, braced himself on the chair back and spread his legs. This time I fucked longer for our second round. The load was bigger too and I fingered him roughly after I pulled out. Once again we left the theater together. "You serious about the number?" he asked as we got out into the warm summer air. "Mmhmm. I'm not supposed to be even thinking about sex... even if I covered up" I replied, chuckling. "Have a good one" I said as I walked away. Sunday I sent a message to Paul and asked how things were going. "Better now that my ass doesn't hurt every second of the day ;)" he replied. "Aww I need to do a better job next time u been a good boy? no fucking?" I sent back. "No dick or ass, just my hand sir" Paul answered. I was a little pissed that he was jacking off and emptying his balls into his hand or a cum rag. I'd have to settle for taking the last neg load he shot inside someone instead of just his last neg load, period. "LOL good I cant say the same profile we made has been popular" I texted to Paul. Seconds later my phone rang. "I figured you would delete it as soon as I left" Paul said. "Nah, I wasn't sure I would meet up with anyone but a few looked too good to pass up" I replied. "Oh? Did they show or ghost?" he asked. "Guess I got lucky, both showed. Three if you count the pizza guy. Seven loads de-POZ-ited" I joked. We talked a bit more and after I hung up I went back to the site to see if there were more messages. Just like before, I was greeted with the "mailbox full" message. There were a few of the same messages, one from riskysub saying "thanks again" and one telling me I was a "sick motherfucker" for being poz and still wanting to hookup. I looked over the college guy's profile again and noticed he had changed it. "not looking atm. waiting to see if the last stud ended my chase" was the updated text and a new pic showed his ass with a toothbrush in it and a blob of pink cum running out of his hole. I hoped he took it after our last fuck and that was my load dripping out of his ass, but it made me smile. Work was busy the next week, but I did breed Benny again on Tuesday. He spent the night and I gave him three more loads before he left in the morning. There was also a hookup with another guy from the site on Wednesday. A fifty two year old guy that had stopped prep several months earlier. It was a lot of fun and my first time with a much older guy. We flipped back and forth for a couple hours, dumping a pair of loads into each other. There wasn't any poz talk, it was just two horny guys fucking bare and the consequences be damned. Thursday I was at work when I got the message from Paul, while I was in a team meeting. "Feel like shit fever & aches all ur fault, lol" his message said. I smiled and I'm sure my co-workers were confused why I was happy that the boss had just told us we'd be working most of the weekend. Friday night I picked up the prescription and took the first dose the next morning. I hooked up one last time from the site that afternoon with the mid-sixties bear from the first set of messages. He said he wanted to do what he'd spent decades avoiding and take his first raw poz cock. Three loads later, his fur was matted with sweat and my cum was in his gut. A couple weeks later I checked out riskysub's profile and it now listed him as poz and versatile. I sent him a message "congrats" and he replied a few minutes later with "thx stud u didnt lie ;)" CmDmp4ne1's profile too had changed. It still had "ask me" for his status but one pic showed a fresh biohazard tattoo on his ass. It may or may not have been from me, but it was good to see he got what he wanted. I did one more search but the bear's profile was gone. I deleted my profile and called for a pizza, wondering who would deliver.

When I first met my boy, Drew he hated eating ass - especially my hairy ass when I'm ripe and sweaty. At first he'd give my hole the merest lick so I had to train him to appreciate my scent. I'd tie my stinking jock over his face and make him wear it for hours. Then I'd stuff my briefs into his mouth and make him suck on them. Finally I put him on his back and sat on his face forcing my asshole on to his mouth - now he tongues out my asshole real deep and I fukkin love it.

The story (while 'fictional') is a great version of a possible true-life experience that some of us get to or have already experienced: that being, catching our pretty (innocent) BF, our 'boy-toy', our junior 'understudy' having a dark side of promiscuity, cheating and engaging in very risky sexual behavior. I have that happen several times over the years, along with the feeling of rage, anger, betrayal, nausea... but also the tingling, creeping sensation of arousal. Fast forward to my last/ present BF who has lasted longer than any of the others before, and much more harmoniously. Part of that accomplishment was based on a 'deal-with-the-devil' as prudes might say. To his defense: Monogamy had taken a toll on many levels, fading frequency of sex, less personal 'vanity', less being outgoing and flirtatious with others. You know: 'following the relationship script'! BORING, really, the predictability! And like in the straight world, it invites cheating and temptations... the story of 'the forbidden fruit' and the snake... DANGER, the devil, the sexual hunters out there... My man fell to temptation first: him being passed out drunk with an unlocked phone flashing a series of various advanced conversations. Him actively pursuing hooking up with complete strangers. scrolling through them I found the proof: BAREBACK SEX and taking loads was the ultimate goal. After feeling the old-fashioned rage and sense of betrayal, I got back in control. I told him: "Most 'traditional' relationships would be over. I say north of 98%! You agree?" (Footnote: I even had guys in this group tell me (although they are HARDCORE, pozzing, promiscuous party-guys) "If I HAD A BF, I would NEVER tolerate him hooking up with others!") Yes my man did agree and looked concerned about us 'being over'. But I told him we can make this work though, because luckily I'm such a 'sick fuck' I get strangely aroused by all of this... BUT, it will be BOTH of us going out: hunting for cock and cum, fucking holes and making SEX A SPORT! And no secrecy, no willful privacy, no jealousy, hypocrisy and NO RUBBERS EVER! One of the first 'acts' of entering the new brotherhood was me inviting a self-confident, highly promiscuous party-boy who also lets you know he is poz. Well he is an actor from a big city where people are more liberated than in the South... I had the dude breed my man's hole and do his POZ-TALK. He said: "Boy you ready to take my POZ DEMON SEED? You ready to share my DNA? You gonna be a good slut, take all loads?" He mumbled kinda bitch-like at first but I made him butch it up and say: "YES SIR!" He popped a few loads and showed me the cream-pie of at least one. I asked the guy to keep breeding my man, ignore his requests to 'take it easy' and hurry up... Hell no! Breed and rut his hole raw, rough and make sure your demon seed takes... then we will be on the same page. We are now in year 15 of our relationship and the last 6 of total promiscuous debauchery have been the best. He now tells me he 'envies me' for being a bigger whore and getting more 'hot guys'. Not true, yes mostly but some random tricks were such, tore-up, homely fucks I'd never would acknowledge them in public... unless they see me first! lol

This is a continuation of BROOKLYN SERIES. Here is Link to that page in this section. ------- BROOKLYN SERIES: Surprise ParTy Man was I fuckin’ horny. That all too familiar itch was starting and I could not wait for the upcoming holiday weekend! I hadn't parTied in awhile. I like to space it out so it doesn't get too regular. And the crash and burn can wear me out so this way works for me. Plus nothing makes playing more exciting than anticipation. I took an extra day off at the beginning of the next week to allow some chill time after a weekend of some assplay that I was hoping would happen. A few FF buddies were interested in getting together but nothing was completely locked and confirmed. Seems like everyone I hoped to get with was just too fucking busy! It was early Saturday afternoon and I was online flirting with some men in Brooklyn. Manhattan was out of the question; I wasn't planning any travel time tonight and preferred to host. Guys were hitting on me though from different boroughs. I kept my profiles active on a few sites, waiting to see what would develop. And as horny as I was, hooking up in NYC is also about transit logistics. I wanted to keep it local tonight if any connections could occur. Meanwhile I got myself prepared. I cleaned out thoroughly and after about an hour, my hole was ready and itchy for action. I put on my black and red jock and then slipped into my leather boots. I sure looked fucking hot in this minimal gear! I went back online to see what was developing. A few guys sent me short notes or one-word inquiries that really wasn't picking my interest. I sent a few emails to some FF tops I was interested in. I gave my cell phone number to those I was serious to hook up with. I set up the portable sling in the bedroom. That took awhile (it sure isn't easy to do alone!). Thank god for WD-40! I also recently got a rim chair. A buddy in LA I hooked up with while there for work a few months back re-introduced me to the joys of rimchairs. I got one soon after that has legs with adjustable height so you can be more creative with it. I rigged it up at the tallest setting and sat on it and looked at my reflection at the large mirror leaning on the opposite wall. FUCK! The reflection sure looked hot! I leaned back a little and sank my ass deeper on the rimseat. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, pushing my asslips out slightly. I could see the slight quiver of motion in the mirror. My manhole was hungry! HOT! I was startled to hear my cell phone ringing. YEAH! I thought to myself. Someone took the bait! I jumped off the rimchair and found my iPhone. The caller ID read "Moving Company." HUH? I was a bit confused and picked up the call. "Hello," I answered, I couldn’t conceal a faint hint of disappointment in my voice. I thought it would be some hot FF Dad from online calling, not some wrong number or worse, a junk call. "Hello," the voice responded. It was thick and heavy with an accent. "Is this apartment #66?" "Yes," I replied. I was now confused: I didn’t leave my apartment number on any online flirting notes! WHO-THE-FUCK-WAS-THIS?!? "Hello. This is Ivan. I moved you into that apartment several months ago." He sounded like he was almost snarling. WTF!!! My manhole twitched. "Oh, uhhh...Hi Ivan. WOW! This is a surprise to hear from you!" I exclaimed. "Wha...what are you up to?" This was very unexpected. He was the last person I thought would be calling. I hadn’t seen him since the day I moved. "Well..." Ivan paused for a second. "I about to get off work and it long weekend coming up. I have days off so I thought, see what you up to?" FUCK! I was hard through my jock just listening to his broken English. "So how are you? How you like that apartment?" He was making awkward small talk. "Uhm...yeah I'm good…I’m good. Thank you," I replied, enthusiastically. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my hole was twitching under the rimseat. "The apartment is great. I love it. Love the neighorhood! I'm so glad I finally got the hell out of the city and moved to Brooklyn!" "What you doing?" He asked suddenly, the thick voice hung over the line. "Well, actually, nothing. Just…sitting around. Just hanging out tonight.” I bit my lip. “No plans.” "Would you like company." Ivan seemed to state that last line. He wasn't asking. He paused a few seconds before I could reply. "I free soon. I come over. Want to do some sTuff." He said that last word with a heavy, thick emphasis. My jock was getting a wet spot with my pre-cum just hearing his voice over the phone. "YEAH!" I almost yelled back, dizzy with excitement, trying to contain myself. "OK," the heavy accent continued. "I come over in next hour." I was about to give him my address when he interrupted. “I know where you live,” Ivan declared. “I bring surprise." And then he abruptly hung up. _________ The next hour seemed like an eternity. I was HUNGRY! I replayed the scene in my head, over and over, when Ivan and his crew moved me into the apartment several months ago; how an apartment move turned into this seduction and introduction: to mancunt and sTuff. I was rubbing my crotch, edging myself, sitting on the rimchair, teasing my mancunt with a lubed finger or two, admiring my reflection in the mirror as I waited for his arrival. The anticipation was building and building… My buzzer rang. I jumped out of the bedroom and ran to the intercom. I looked in the small security video monitor and saw Ivan leaning against the glass entry door to my building. I buzzed him in quickly and walked to my apartment front door and unlocked it and waited. After a minute I heard the elevator door slide open and shut outside in the hallway. A moment later he walked in, the bulky frame, the barrel chest, the broad shoulders, thick arms and legs, and that impressive bulge which looked larger than my memory had painted in my horny head. I was so in lust for him! He looked solid and masculine after a hard day's work. He was wearing a moving company jumpsuit uniform that was different than the last time we met. It fit him tight on the thighs and gut. But MAN! Did he look FUCKING HOT!!! "Hello. It is Ivan," he announced, holding the door behind him, the weight of the words hanging in the air. "And I bring surprise for you," the door swung open further and a second man walked in. The stranger smiled at me. "This is Roberto," Ivan introduced us. WHOA! HOLY SHIT! I was caught off guard. When I had buzzed Ivan in earlier I hadn't realized someone was with him. Roberto walked quickly into the apartment, shut the door and locked it behind him. He was taller than Ivan - about 6'2", muscular, but not as bulky and hefty as Ivan. He was slightly darker in tone, more like my complexion of a light medium tan. His face was square-jawed, the contour framed by a light buzzed black beard. His hair was as dark with short, wavy, curls. Like Ivan, he was not standard handsome. He had hard and yet soft features. His lips especially looked full and enlarged in a sexy way. He was in his late 30’s in age from my guess. His arms and legs were also thick and he wore the same jumpsuit uniform as Ivan. And there was an impressive bulge hanging to the left side of his crotch. I smiled back at him. "He work for me," Ivan continued as Roberto stepped forward, his hand extended to greet me. I took his hand and he held mine tight and firm. I do love a man that knows how to shake hands! I find it so erotic especially because I am always sizing up a man’s hands due to my love for assplay. Shaking hands with a masculine man is a great way for me to measure up a guy. You can tell so much by how long and tight a man extends himself in a handshake: his confidence, his masculinity, his sexual energy, and his attraction towards me. His hands were of medium size, a little smaller than Ivan's. His fingers though looked exceptionally long. My dick got harder under my jock. "I am Roberto. It is very nice to meet you," he smiled, looking me up and down, assessing me visually in the same way I had measured him a moment ago when our hands touched. I then realized I was only wearing my jock and boots and blushed for a second as I had only expected Ivan. "Likewise," I replied, returning the smile back at him. "Come on in," I moved to the side as Roberto entered my apartment. Ivan followed, grinning at me and I smirked at him silently - like WTF – and yet, I was excited at the same time! Like THANK YOU!!' "This is nice apartment you have," Roberto stated, walking around, checking out the space. I realized he also had an accent that I couldn't distinguish quite yet; it was Latin for sure. "Yes, it is very nice," Roberto continued, looking at me now, up and down, smiling at me. Flattery gets you everywhere. My dick twitched again. I wasn't blushing this time. Ivan walked behind me and grabbed my ass suddenly with those rough hands. He spread my cheeks and teased my hole with a finger, just lightly brushing the edge of my asslips. I moaned. "I been thinking about your mancunt for long time," Ivan pronounced. "I have few jobs nearby here last few months and when I drive by your street I get hard. I just never have time to see you," his finger went deeper in my hole, exploring, "until today." The finger twitched inside as I rolled my head to the side. Roberto walked towards us and leaned over, gazing at Ivan's actions. "This is mancunt I told you about," Ivan said, almost with a hint of pride, staring at Roberto, like I was his possession. I loved how he did that: showing me off like I was his cunt bitch! Roberto stepped forward again, now behind me and I felt a second finger brush against my asslips which was still slightly moist from cleaning out and what little lube I had from teasing myself earlier on the rimchair while I had been waiting. "Wow," Roberto whispered. He brushed his finger gently over my hole again, rubbing it back and forth. I instinctively leaned forward a bit, pushing my ass back as he felt me up. "This feels better than pussy!" he smiled at Ivan. “And he is so sexy and masculine,” Roberto continued. I now realized he was Brazilian, the way his accent was softened at the edges. Both men's fingers explored my hole. They laughed and I moaned some more. "Let's start the parTy," Ivan announced. I leaned back straight as both men pulled away from me. I turned around as Ivan started undressing, pulling off his heavy work boots and unzipping his jumpsuit uniform. That familiar big chest with salt and pepper hair exposed itself. Man did that look GOOD! Roberto moved over to my couch, sat down and proceeded to take off his boots also. At this point Ivan was almost undressed, exposing that beautiful, insane bulge under the thick jock he wore. Roberto was not far behind and also pulled off his jumpsuit and threw it on the floor. He too was wearing only a jock with an equally impressive bulge underneath it. He had a lean, tight, slight muscular build. His chest and torso were lightly covered in short, wavy dark hair. His legs, like his arms, were very muscular and defined. He looked very sexy. Roberto spread his legs and started massaging his crotch. His jock bulge started to get bigger, the cloth stretching as he squeezed and released. Ivan walked beside me and sat on the couch also. He looked over at Roberto and smiled and then grabbed his own crotch. Of course Ivan's bulge was impressive. He clearly was bigger and thicker. But Roberto was not exactly unimpressive. It looked like a snake was moving around under his jock. Both men leaned back on the couch, pulling on their dicks through their jocks, never taking them out, getting all hot and turned on. I was still standing by the hall just mesmerized by the sight of these two hot movers in my apartment! I too was grabbing my hard dick through my jock and with one finger from my other hand, started playing with my manhole. "Go get your parTy kit," Ivan commanded. Roberto smiled at Ivan. Clearly there was some plan between the two of them. You did not have to tell me twice. I went into the bedroom and found my toiletry travel bag of supplies. I walked back into the living room and found both hot men talking, laughing and each of them squeezing those impressive mounds still captured under their jocks. I sat across from them on a chair, settling my ass as close to the edge of the front of the chair, legs spread, trying to show as much of my manhole as I could. I unzipped the bag and pulled out the contents : a torch, contact lens case that had my grounded Tina, and a straw clipped to about 2" in length with one edge cut at an angle. And then I found a small bottle of liquid that I forgot I had. I held it up. "Do you guys want a drink?" I looked at them. Ivan was slightly puzzled. Roberto was smiling. I waved the small bottle in front of them. "Yes," Roberto replied for both of them. "We have had a long, hard day," he grinned. "We would really like a drink." He winked at me, flirting. I asked if they had any liquor earlier and Roberto confirmed that they hadn't. Ivan was still puzzled as I got up and went to the kitchen. I got some glasses, retrieved a bottle from the fridge, and poured some juice into the three glasses. Then I carefully measured some of the liquid from the small bottle and stirred them in each glass. Both men were now standing beside me, Roberto was lightly fingering my hole as Ivan looked at what I was doing. "This is G," I explained. "It will make us all a little more hornier. It will add to the parTy." Roberto grabbed a glass with his free hand. Ivan followed, as did I. We then cheered and drank our shots, that bitter taste just barely concealed by the sweet juice. Roberto continued to play with my hole. "This is so much better than pussy," he said again. Ivan leaned forward and grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. It was a gentle kiss at first : lips touching lips that led to a thick, fat tongue entering my mouth. And then harder and more aggressive, Ivan biting my lower lip, as his tongue danced wildly inside my mouth. Roberto continued to caress my hole with his finger, running it up and down, slowly against my hole, his fingertip slightly entering my mancunt just a bit, teasing my now very excited hole. We did this for several minutes as both hot men invaded me in their own way. Ivan was kissing me like some mad man and Roberto was gently teasing my manhole. They were both playing me like some instrument, warming me up for what was to come. I could feel the G now S L O W L Y creeping in, that familiar slight haze was setting in. Ivan broke free from my lips suddenly and motioned to Roberto in some silent code. I looked over at Roberto who walked back over to the living room. Ivan grabbed my hand and led me to the couch and motioned for me to sit near Roberto on my left. Ivan sat beside me on my right. I smiled and Roberto smiled back in a familiar knowing manner. Ivan looked at us both, one eye pinched, like trying to figure out what was going on. Then he just smiled, both eyes wide open. The G was hitting him now also. The parTy was starting. Ivan grabbed me and pushed my head back suddenly to the back of the couch as I leaned sitting back. He pulled on my legs and extended them so my lower body was stretched with my asscheeks over the edge of the seat. I spread my legs further. Roberto unscrewed the lens cap and dug out some Tina with the straw and filled the glass pipe with a generous amount of that magic dust. He grabbed the torch and cooked up the bowl carefully, turning it side to side for a few seconds, melting the crystal in the heated glass bowl until the magical smoke started to collect. He clearly knew what he was doing. Roberto took a slow and big measured inhales of the smoke, getting more and more of it into his lungs. Then he passed the glass pipe to Ivan who repeated the process. While Ivan cooked his hit, Roberto leaned back and started kissing me passionately. I knew where this was going. He looked at me with a strong gaze and nodded silently to me. We stopped our tongue dancing for a moment but he didn’t pull away from me. He looked at me again and made a gesture with his eyes into mine and exhaled that big breath of smoke he had been holding in his lungs which I then took with a BIGGER inhale. I was hungry for that smoke! His tongue then resumed with mine, kissing me even more, tongues slurping over each other, as he started to finger me again-no more teasing now-as that finger inched into my very hungry mancunt. I could hear Ivan taking several inhales of the Tina smoke as I let my exhale enter Roberto's mouth, giving the smoke back to him. Roberto pulled away from my mouth and smiled and exhaled that smoke that we had just shotgunned between each other. Before I could catch my next breath, Ivan leaned back towards me and kissed me harder. His kiss was rougher, like his body, his demeanor. His tongue was thicker and invaded my mouth wildly. And then Ivan gave me the same silent gaze and nod. I got ready, stopped any tongue movement, as he exhaled an even B I G G E R breath of that magical smoke into my lungs that I gladly accepted. I kissed him back even rougher as Roberto lit up another hit for himself as I exhaled that big breath back to Ivan who greedily accepted it, and then returned it back to me one more time. He pulled away and looked at me seriously. "Hold it in as long as you can,"Ivan directed. I did as I was told for almost a minute. And then I couldn't anymore as I felt Roberto pull in and out of my manhole slowly. I exhaled a huge cloud of the smoke that floated above us three, our eyes all glazed with lust and hunger. "Your turn," Ivan nodded. Roberto lit the glass pipe again holding it to my mouth. I let the Tina cook slowly, wanting as much of the smoke to accumulate in the bowl. I took slow, slow inhales, grabbing more smoke from the pipe until there was barely a mist of it. My head was floating as I kept the smoke in my lungs as long as I could. Roberto leaned forward and I gave in, releasing the smoke, as he inhaled my exhale, as his tongue washed the inside of my mouth gently. He continued to finger me in the same manner, light and sensual, as I spread my legs further apart. He returned the smoke back to my lungs as I moaned in the double-hole-pleasure between my mouth and my manhole. He pulled away from me suddenly as Ivan's lips were now at my mouth waiting for my exhale that I gladly provided. Ivan's finger now joined Roberto's and his invasion-like his tongue-was rougher and more firm. Ivan took my breath and kissed me hard again, that thick tongue going crazy in my mouth. And then after some moment, he exhaled the magic smoke back to me, kissed me hard again and pulled away. Both men watched me - their eyes burning with intensity as their fingers flicked inside my hole. I exhaled a LARGE cloud above us. I rolled my head side to side, looking fondly at Roberto and then at Ivan. The G was taking us on that special ride. Ivan looked at my hole, while both men’s fingers were probing me. Then he smiled at Roberto. “I told you this mancunt special.” Ivan looked at my hole again, almost proud, like I was his discovery. “Yeah,” Roberto replied, “that is definitely a manpussy.” I love how he said that: the “ssss” sound extended slightly longer in annunciation with a soft, sensual curve, in contrast to how Ivan calls it a mancunt with emphasis on the consonants. Roberto’s fingers inched in deeper besides Ivan’s fingers, also still in my hole. “I have had real pussy," Roberto explained, "and this feels fucking better than pussy.” He smiled and winked at me again. “When Ivan told me weeks ago about your manpussy I could not believe him. And he said you are very masculine but have this magical manpussy. I didn’t understand.” Fingers danced inside my hole as my breathing became more rapid. “And then he told me about how you introduced him to parTying and how your manpussy got more hungry…I knew I had to meet you.” “Oh y e a h …my mancunt does get very hungry,” I looked at Ivan, moaning, almost whispering, that hunger building between my legs. “When I told him about your mancunt,” Ivan explained, “I could tell he would be good surprise for you as I see he got hardon listening to my story.” Ivan reached over and squeezed Roberto’s jock pouch. Roberto pulled his head back slightly, surprised by Ivan's motions, and moaned. “Yeah he VERY HARD for your mancunt,” Ivan proclaimed, squeezing harder, and laughing “He like your mancunt.” The G was in full effect along with the heavy amount of our first bowl we smoked earlier. All of us were clearly FLYING, horny as hell, the air around us seemed to heat up. Roberto grabbed Ivan’s jock pouch with his free hand and squeezed also. Both men now were holding each other’s big cocks hidden under their jocks, their other hands exploring my hole which was getting more loose with their stretching and finger-fucking my juicy manhole. I grabbed both hot men towards me as we all three kissed at the same time. I would dance with Ivan's tongue, then do the same with Roberto. And then it was even hotter to feel both their tongues with each other inside my mouth as both men continued to finger me. Ivan pulled his hand away from Roberto’s crotch and grabbed the back of my neck forcing my mouth to lock in tighter with him. Roberto followed and did the same. The three of us were being primal and sharing in our masculine, sexual energy. We were all moaning, kissing with force, then slow and passionate, and then forceful again, saliva dripping down our faces. Roberto pulled away suddenly. “Let me look at that manpussy,” he licked his lips. He said that in a way that sounded so sordid. I spread my legs further apart. Ivan continued to kiss me hard and deep, pulling me forward with the hand behind my neck, gripping me hard, our mouths locked. I moaned as I heard Roberto slip down from the couch. Both men’s fingers left my manhole for the first time in an hour. Ivan now grabbed me with both hands and was kissing me deep and hard. I felt that shocking emptiness in my hole, that longing to be filled immediately. It was almost punishing. But it lasted a mere moment that was alarming after all the pleasure that had preceded it. “Wow,” Roberto exclaimed. I felt his fingers – more this time – spreading my hole, pulling it carefully apart, spreading it, making it bigger. “Holy shit,” he said. “Your hole is so beautiful. The asslips are so soft and look BIGGER than earlier!” Ivan was still kissing me and I could barely hear Roberto but whatever he was saying in that soft accent, and that soft fingering, was only turning me on further. Roberto continue to probe my hole carefully. He was taking his time. He had never experienced this before; it was all new and foreign to him. I could feel him brush against the left side of my asslips, the flat part of his fingers passing through, lightly, teasing my hole. Then he would do the same with his right hand on the right side of my asslips, again, soft, gentle, teasing. Meanwhile Ivan was grabbing my head forcefully, devouring my mouth with his big lips, his fat tongue grinding against mine as I moaned with the contrasting invasions of both holes from both men. My head was spinning. I pushed them both away suddenly. Ivan was taken aback, like in a trance and he suddenly was jolted in reality. Roberto pulled away from between my legs but never lost his attentive gaze to my manpussy. I looked at them hungrily. "Let's move this into the bedroom," I said slowly. Ivan smiled at that as he breathed rapidly, like a hungry animal on the prowl. Roberto grabbed the parTy items. Ivan jumped off the couch then pulled me up, making sure I was balanced and steady. He then led me into the bedroom holding my right hand with his, while his left hand continued to finger my hole as we walked. F U C K. That feels SO FUCKING GOOD when a Top can't stop playing with my hole! My cock was hard despite all the T we had just smoked. I just get so turned on when a Top gives my hole attention. We entered the bedroom. Both men were surprised to see the equipment all spread out. Roberto had a big grin on his face. My bed was covered in a black vinyl playsheet, fisting porn playing on the flat screen, mirrors placed around the room. The sling was ready as was the rimchair. Ivan looked the most stunned as he had only been in the same room several months ago when it was empty, mostly boxes spread around then. Now the room was ready for a parTy. Ivan was staring at the rimchair. Then he looked at me, fingers still playing inside my manhole. “You bad boy.” (To be continued…)

Got o my hotel in Chicago last night and got right online looking. This guy pops up right away and is ready to come over. He’s texting me all the way. So I put the do not disturb sign in the latch and turn all but one light off. Like to see the tool he’s gonna use. He comes in, nice build. He starts undressing, he’s already half hard, nice 7” cock. I start sucking and he moves me to the bed. I climb on all fours. He starts playing with my hole. Opening it up, not that I needed it, just uses his spit . Lines up and shoves it all the way in… omg that felt nice. He fucks me for a couple of minutes and then I feel him tense up. He pulls out I turn around and suck him clean. We talk for a min and he’s out the door. A couple of minutes later, he’s texting again. Would I be interested in a second load… ummm well duh. He comes back up land now we get to spend a bit more time with me riding on top, cock buried deep. Got two more loads before he left…

Thanks @billy88666 and @FFRubbrPIG. Really, thanks everyone. I love the characters in Last Known Address. Hope I can do justice to these nasty, goofball, monsters, too. I’ll try to keep my trap shut and just let the stories tell themselves.

What this boils down to, is honesty. If a guy who happens to be a Top gets more change on a $20 bill, and decides to just pocket the extra dough, it's dishonest. If a guy is at some other guy's house for a fuck, and picks up some doo-dad that catches his eye and rips it off, that's dishonest. If a Top is asked to pull out before he shoots, and agrees to do that and doesn't, it's not only dishonest, it's reprehensible. Bottoms: if you don't think they guy will pull out, even if he says he will, then either walk away. If you're concerned about serious illness, stick to guys you can trust to do what they say. If you're not concerned about serious illness, then why bother to ask the Top to pull out. Tops: if you think it's "hot" to lie to the guy taking your Cock, it isn't. Being responsible to the guy bending over for you is "hot". This life isn't for the faint-of-heart or the faint-of-Hole. If you need to Seed the Hole, then there are tons of Holes out there needing your Seed - give it to a row of them. Look: We have to take care of each other. It's not like we're the paragons of Decency to the rest of the population. We live our lives on the edge, and that makes us dangerous to the norms of culturally repressed folks. So know the situation, accept that we're the only ones who will behave decently towards our fellow rawfuckers. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm - delivered (or not) as agreed

I would say that it is, since there are still a number of other bugs being passed around. Personally, I would apply it to 1-1 scenes, and not to darkroom/fuckjoint type places, since the only guys that go to such places are reasonably presumed to be not all that concerned. If some Hole in a fuckjoint is taking loads off as many raw Cocks as he can, it's fair for the Top to assume his load will be just as welcome as all the loads already up the bottom's gut.

Love the biohazard tattoo on the bottom and the way he goes ATM as all good bottoms should.

I’ll just put this out there…I’d pay good money to have a bunch of guys gangbang the hell out of me and film it… being in Australia options are limited but willing to travel

Chicago Last night. After years of being a good boy tried to hook up to suck a guy but got too drunk and he ducked em bare in my hotel instead.

The thrill just never goes away, does it ... when two (or a hundred and two) guys that really love fucking/getting fucked wind up in the same fuckjoint, it's burning hotttt ...

I wouldn't go so far as to say that the bottom is chasing, but I think you and I would agree — and it's also a matter of reality — that a bottom who allows a top to enter him bare faces the risk that, despite the strictest of agreements and the best of intentions, some semen will end up inside him. All barebackers need to understand and accept the risks inherent in what we are doing. I hope that those who aren't chasing will also take sensible steps to protect their sexual health. Asking a top to pull out is not an effective way to prevent STI transmission, nor a completely effective way to prevent HIV transmission, whereas other interventions, such as the Hep A, Hep B and HPV vaccines, and HIV PrEP, have been demonstrated, through research, to be very effective. Frequent STI testing and appropriate treatment is, of course, also borne out by research as an effective strategy. In heterosexual couples, we have research about the effectiveness of withdrawal as a pregnancy prevention method. Similar research about withdrawal as an HIV prevention method is not available (and would not have been ethical to conduct). The closest thing was the research done to confirm that U=U, which involved mixed-status couples in which the HIV-positive person had an undetectable viral load, and which involved condomless sex without withdrawal.

Amazing compilation of freshly fucked mancunts oozing sperm UP CLOSE. So many perfect looking fuck holes forming cock milking lips for our filthy pleasure Too many to bother listing, but 1:30 gets a mention. Id suck that sperm up with my tongue 3 inches deep inside his pussy. [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/well-fucked-asses-leaking-cum-xhbsNFK

Not necessarily a fetish but I do prefer the guy not be my age and "hot". I've hooked up with older, overweight, straight dad's, gay... Dads? I just don't care as long as it's good and fun.

I like my big dick. It’s hot seeing it flop about as I’m riding a hard hung top

Met a guy in a cruisy public bathroom, he fucked me bareback. Swapped numbers and he's been my boyfriend for 20 years now and we've lived together for 19 years. Open relationship, so he lets anyone use my cunt. Still head over heels in love with each other.

You ARE a slut!

I’m a bottom with a 9” cock. My problem is when I’m in group settings. It’s difficult to have guys concentrate on my ass with such a big cock. But usually when guys see me getting fucked they see me for the bottom I am. Because I’m bi and also fuck girls I would not want a smaller cock but it does hinder me some at gay group orgies.

Yes. I pull out, don’t cum, then bounce. Don’t wait till I’m 50 strokes in to play games.

Nice breeding in the end, the way I like to get 'em [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e6d44986e832

3. I tugged my hard cock out from the pouch of my jock and stroked it a few times knowing that my hand wasn’t what I was craving. I stopped for a moment before going to get my phone, was I going to do this? I dragged my finger across my hole and felt my slick pucker… of course I was. Within ten minutes of taking a stranger’s load I was back on Scruff searching for another top. This time I was a little less specific in who I was looking for, I didn’t need a daddy, just someone with a thick cock who’d like a wet hole. I was a little surprised with myself still. I thought about Mike the day before doing the exact same thing and started messaging guys who looked promising. A guy in his mid-thirties responded first he was direct: Horny? Fuck yes, I responded basically immediate. I just got back from a work trip and need to blow this four day load bad I know where you can blow it? Oh yeah? Yeah, come dump your load in me. I was a little surprised by own aggression so quickly after the first top but I knew what I wanted. Whats the address? I gave it to him and then added as an afterthought: Ps. I’ve already got one load in me, hope that’s not a problem. Fuck, that’s perfect, means I don’t need lube. Then he was on his way. I changed nothing about myself. I left my ass slick, and my hair slightly messed up from the last top. I slowly edged myself a little as I waited. It was maybe twenty minutes before the buzzer rang and my next top was here. I opened the door for him, he was around my height, a little soft around the middle but really cute and almost boyish in the face. We kissed as I closed the door, and I lead him into my room. He pushed me back onto the bed and grabbed my ankles. “Fuck, your hole’s still wet. When did the last guy fuck you?” “Like, an hour ago?” “Fuck yes.” He pulled off his shirt revealing a mostly smooth body. Quickly his pants and underwear were dropped and his fat seven-inch cock was revealed. It wasn’t wildly long but it was very girthy and my mouth watered. He didn’t bother with having me suck him at all he just spit on the head and pressed it against my wet hole. I groaned as he slid inside me with ease. “Fucking warm, wet pussy,” he moaned as he bottomed out. Then he started to fuck me. I closed my eyes and let him use my hole. He needed to get off and I needed his cock. Not focusing at all on my own cock was a new feeling but it was somehow liberating too. I liked being just fucked and focusing on my hole. I clenched and relaxed around him, milking his cock, and eliciting grunts and groans every time. “You keep doing that and I’m not going to last very long,” he said. “Good, I want you to pump that big load into me.” “Fucking cum slut, begging for loads in your leaking hole.” “Please breed me, add your load.” I sounded like Mike. Is this how he felt. “Good pig!” He roared as he started to cum inside me. I was taking my second load in two hours and it felt great. He kissed me one more time before pulling out and getting dressed. Then he too was gone and I was left there in my jock, with a wet cummy hole, still hard as a rock.

One of my regulars hits me up about twice a week with a simple text - "Pig". If I reply with a pig emoji and "Oink", he's here in 20 minutes. I've quickly recleaned out, unlocked the door, and am on all fours on the bed, ass up. He comes in, strips, reaches under and works my tits, then mounts, hard fucks, and breeds like a rabbit. Dresses and leaves, no words said. OINK!

PART FOUR  "Gosh Daddy," Tyler said laughing. "We've done some pretty amazing & sick stuff, but fucking your own son? That takes the cake." "Hahaha, you know what I'm like babe" Dad replied. "If it's a good hole, I'll fuck it - I don't care WHO it belongs to" "Dad, what the fuck?!?!" "No, no he's right." Tyler cut in. "You do have a great hole, blowjobs need some work but that's OK! All this kinda makes up for the amount of times you've used me (and I KNOW that you have). This is the best dirt ever!" "It's just my word against yours, you can say that my dad & you've fucked me but you don't have any actual proof." "You're right" Tyler smiled wickedly. "If it was my word against yours then people would just think I was making stuff up. The problem is though...I have this!" and cued up his phone to my face clear as anything, in a mix of pain & pleasure as Dad could be clearly seen fucking me. I could feel my face turn white. "Please Tyler...I'll do anything for you...whatever you want....it'll wreck Dad & me." "I'm not worried about your Dad, after all he's my Daddy too and I don't want to lose what we have." he said snuggling into my Dad as they shared a deep kiss. I was almost sick. "And while I will want your ass & mouth from time to time, I'm fucking a quarter of the "straight guys" at uni anyway so I don't really need you for that. What I will need you for though, is that sometimes I find myself double booked, or getting asked to jobs that I don't really feel like doing.....and that's where you'll come in!" "I'll be a prostitute & you'll be my PIMP?!?" I was incredulous. "Well, you mightn't get enough to be formally called a prostitute. But I'll be a good boss & give you SOME reward for your efforts...aside from my silence of course" I could barely believe it. I ran to the bathroom and was sick. I was leaning over the toilet when I heard Tyler, "Could you hurry it along please, you're cutting into valuable Daddy/son time... here take this with you" I groaned as a plug was pushed into my ass. "Something to keep you open...and to keep our cum in you" "Yeah...and I've gotta go!" my Dad added. "Daddy, what did we say about toilet trips this weekend?" I turned round just in time to see Tyler kneeling obediently in front of Dad as he pissed directly into his mouth. I was putting my clothes back on as they walked out of the bathroom. "I'll text you the address of a chemist friend of mine, he'll sort you out with some PREP that you'll need going forward now you're working for me". As I walked to the car, the poppers finally wore off & I became conscious of the plug up my arse. Not wanting for any cum to leak out my shorts & onto the car seat, I left it in and looking down at my phoneme, saw that Tyler had texted me the address. Putting the address into Google maps, I was happy to see it was on my side of town even though it was a 20 minute drive. Sitting in the car, the plug pushed into my arse & I squirmed in the seat to find a more comfortable position. I didn’t like it but it was going to be bearable at least for the drive. Pulling up to the address, it wasn’t a chemist’s at all but a non-descript house. After pushing the doorbell, I heard an older voice yell out “Just a second” and someone walk slowly to the door. “Ah, I’m guessing you’re Tyler’s friend.” said a short, fat man that must’ve been in his 60s. “Come in, I’ll get the PREP.” “My partner and I used to run a dispensary before he died,” he said as I followed him. “I still have connections in the “supply chain” if you will, and decided to set up a cottage industry of my own. Oh, and before I forget, take your pants off and bend over for me boy.” It was then I realised I still had the plug up my arse. I heard the old man laugh & say “Well, Tyler owes me double next time. I knew you’d still have it in. I went bright red, “I had it in to keep the cum from getting on the car seat!” “If I’ve heard it once I’ve heard it a thousand times, it never occurred to you to take it out once you got here?” I had to confess to myself it hadn’t. “Anyway boy, he’s your first prescription’s worth. Sorry, you were a little earlier than I expected but time to pay.” and with that, he pulled his pants down, exposing his flaccid cock & sat in an armchair. “I was pissing when you got here which is why I took a while to get to the door. Still, make your way over here & make an old man happy.” I think he could sense my disgust as soon after he said, “Here these poppers’ll really do the trick. Much stronger & less headaches after.” as he pulled a small bottle from out of a box next to the armchair. I took a couple of big hits in each nostril and was soon much more out of it than with Dad & Tyler. Something snapped within me & I wanted nothing more than this senior’s cock, even though the head was still coated in piss I started slurping the head while the chemist groaned his approval. “I can’t fuck ya, but let’s have a good look at that plug boy!” I could feel his rough hands slapping my arse as he pulled the plug out, letting the air rush in for a handful of seconds before slamming it back in again. “I dunno what Tyler was in about, you’ll make a great cocksucker!” which made my addled brain so happy. “I’m gonna cum soon, I can’t last as long as I used to” he groaned and a small spurt of cum hit my tongue. It was so strange but I was a bit disappointed it was so quick and so little cum. “Good boy, put those shorts back on as well and take your PREP. You can keep the poppers too if you want, I’ve got plenty. I gleefully pocketed them, they felt so good, I wanted to try them again when I got home. I walked back to the car still high & thought if best to sit there for a while to compose myself before driving off. As I sat down, the plug pushed its way inside me. I moaned in pleasure & adjusted myself in the seat til it felt so good inside me and my cock was rock hard in my shorts. END OF PART FOUR

I was in high school and a gay friend there asked me one day if I wanted a blow job. I was straight and said no. On another day he asked again and I said yes. So we snuck away and he blew me and asked if I wanted to blow him. I was straight and I wasn’t sure. So I blew him and he shot his load into my mouth. We would hang out and blow each other. After that I would go on to have girlfriends and later get married. Life was good in my straight marriage. But one day a gay friend who I worked with started to flirt with me. And this started the down fall to my marriage. For the next two years I started a homosexual affair with my friend. We would sneak away with him behind my wife’s back. I loved the feeling. Being homosexual was a big turn on to me. Back in high school I did not want to be known to be gay, I was straight. My marriage crashed and burned six years ago after attending a holiday party in November. My friend had just seroconverted and I didn’t know and he did not know either. We were both not on PrEP. And I soon seroconverted too. I loved that first cock that I sucked.

This guy has been hitting me up on A4A for a few weeks. He has no pic, so I have not been too eager to meet up. However, since I have not been able to find a willing poz breeder to wreck my neg hole for the first time, I came up with a scheme. I told the guy I'd let him fuck me with a couple conditions: 1) he'd have to 'force' breed me and 2) he must pretend to be poz. He eventually agreed. This was the perfect solution:getting off on poz loads without the real risk of pozzing. Something even an ethical top would do. So,we met up last night. He arrived,and was 6'2, 200#, muscular; to my 5'8", 130# scrawniness. He immediately pulled his cock out and played his part well, telling me to suck his fat poz cock. He fucked me doggie on the floor, force feeding me poppers. Growling he was going to fill my little cunt up with poz seed. I was flying. As he picked up the pace and the talk, I could tellhe was going to blow soon. Then he stopped. He said,"You're wanting to play a twisted game that I just can't go through with." I was like, shit. He pulled out and said he wouldn't pretend to be poz. So, I reluctantly said "OK... let's just finish fucking then." He re-entered me and quickly picked up the pace. I felt him swelling inside me. He pushed me down to the ground with all his weight and started punding hard. He held my head down to the floor. Then, he leaned forward and growled in my ear."I'm not playing games, you twisted faggot. I'm gonna breed you though." I was like, yeah... As he started to cum, he whispered again. "And I am really poz, fucker. Here's your toxic load." Before I could even react he was shooting in me balls deep. Before I knew it, I nutted all over the floor. True story.