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Part 6 Danny: The first week at school was busy. My roommate was a freshman and was even more naive than me. It was a very different environment than junior college was. I stopped over at the piercing and tattoo shop to see what I could get. Just like with Stu, while the workers were heavily pierced and/or inked, they were really cool and helpful. I even met the tattoo artist that did some of Stu's tattoos. I decided to start small and got both ears pierced. "There's still some left on the gift certificate. Get used to those before you do anything else. There's no expiration date, but we'd like you to use it in the next year" the piercer, Willow, told me. "No problem" I replied. It was the middle of the second week that I started to feel crappy. Wednesday I felt tired, Thursday morning I woke up with a fever and by Thursday night my whole body was sore with spots of rash over my body. I went to class on Friday, but looked like hell and could barely concentrate. My roommate disappeared for a couple days, telling me he didn't want to catch what I had. By Sunday evening, I was almost back to normal. That's when I got a message from Stu. "Hi. I hope youre getting used to college life. Things good?" his message said. "Good now. Got sick last week but almost 100% now. Strange flu" I replied. "Oh? That sucks. Lots of bugs running around with thousands of students jammed together. Its a petri dish there" he sent back. "IKR Got my 1st piercings. ears. thx. some $ left on gift cert so trying to figure out whats next" I sent. "Cool. Nicer jewelry? Plugs? 2nd on ears? Septum? Tongue? Lip? Brow? Navel? PA? Nips? Ink?" Stu replied. I laughed and realized he had more ideas than I did. "Thx for telling me abt Ben. He works like a dog" Stu texted. "Flip him over next time. Missionary fun too. Teach him like u did me" I replied. "LOL I am" Stu said. I had already gotten several messages from Ben telling me the fun he'd been having with Stu. I was envious since my brief gay sex life had stopped as soon as I got to college. Now that I was healthy again, it was time to start searching for my third male sex partner. -- Stu: I'm pretty sure Danny didn't know what he was doing when he referred his friend to help me finish cleaning out and then painting the last few rooms. The comment that Ben thought I was hot made sure that when he texted me I had him over the next day. Just like with Danny, I made sure the temps in the house were warm so he would be sweating right away. The first day he soaked his tee shirt and then took it off. After that, he just took it off before starting to work. The cargo shorts showed off his ass, but it wasn't as hot as Danny in running shorts. The third day he was over he asked about what Danny and I had done. "He told me you were a good teacher" Ben said, a little embarrassed. I was disappointed that he wasn't a virgin, but when he told me that Danny had taken it, I was proud of Danny. He was even more eager than Danny and had spent a lot of time soaking up fun things to do by watching a lot of porn on the internet. He might not have experienced them yet, but at least he had seen videos so we could get right to the scenes rather than explain things first like I had with Danny. I hadn't heard anything from Danny in several days so I thought I'd check up on him. My timing was perfect. He said he had just gotten over a flu and I figured that my bug had claimed another one. He was too innocent to know what the flu really was and a drug store test would still say he was negative. His cum, though, would be nice and potent. Just like Ben's would be soon. The only problem was that Ben didn't seem to have any interest in topping. I was reluctant to let him top me and if I invited any of my friends from the city they would all know about my latest project in seconds. We kept fucking, leaving him him dripping my charged load every day. I finally pushed the same butt plug that I'd used on Danny into him one day and he looked so happy. The next time I was in the city, I stopped into my favorite toy shop and got him his own, larger plug. It vibrated and was WiFi enabled so I could control it with my phone. He started wearing it during his other job and at school and I'd occasionally send it a few commands to remind him his ass was mine. -- Danny: The bathhouse that Stu told me about didn't seem to exist anymore. There were two adult book stores, one with a theater and a web search found a couple cruising places that were popular. I wasn't sure about the cruising spots since the last thing I wanted to do was get busted having sex in public in my first month away from home. I looked at the apps too and it seemed like most of the guys looking were bottoms. As much as I wanted to feel a dick in me again, I knew I'd have a better chance to hookup if I topped. I didn't have much luck with my position listed as versatile and one guy told me "real versatile guys are rare. most that list it just don't want to admit they're bottoms." I changed it to top that night and suddenly got a lot more responses. I couldn't believe the variety of guys looking for sex. Tall, short, thin, thick, every race and mix, smooth and furry, bald and long haired, 18 years old to 80. Some looked straight and others definitely gay. Most were somewhere in between. Even though Stu had told me I was a good top and Ben had agreed, I didn't think I had enough experience. With a profile set up on a few apps, I started to look for guys that didn't sound like big sluts. I figured that they wouldn't complain if I wasn't very good and that with more experience, I'd get better. Maybe it was because I was "fresh meat" or because I now listed myself as a top in a sea of bottoms, but every time I opened one of the apps I had several guys pounce and want to meet up. After a few years of almost no sex, I was now hooking up three or four times a week. It was almost like when I was with Stu, but with a different guy each time. I just wished guys wanted longer fucks. Most were just looking for a quick one. At least the vast majority wanted it bare since I was having problems cumming from a five minute hookup if I used a condom. I didn't understand the few guys that wanted me to pull out to cum, I loved feeling a guy cumming in my ass. There were a few guys that would hit me up every few days and want to fuck, but it was never hard to find someone that needed some dick in them. I hadn't been fucked since the last time I was with Stu, but I had resigned myself to topping when I saw what the ratio of top to bottoms were. I was finding it hard to meet gay friends so Ben got to hear about most of my sexual encounters. While my roommate Tony had come out to me on the third day, we didn't really talk about our sex lives. Stu and I texted some but hadn't talked to each other since my going away party. Ben was totally different. We talked all the time and when we weren't talking, we were texting each other. Some of the stuff we talked about were his sessions in Stu's basement playroom. Ben really liked getting restrained and was looking forward to an all day session where he was going to be blindfolded. It didn't happen that weekend as planned since Ben got sick. It sounded like the same flu I got, but much worse. He was in bed for a week.

This was a couple of nights ago and I'm still feeling horny about it. On holiday out in Gran Canaria PDI. I went out to the Yumbo and decided to visit Construction which has turned itself pretty much into a giant dark room at the moment. It was naked/underwear/jockstrap night. I went in, paid my fee got a locker but kept my shorts on as I was commando underneath. There were quite a few naked guys around so I thought fuckit and took them off. So I was there totally starters wearing just my boots. I started speaking to a hot Scottish 6' tall musclebear who was fairly new to all this. And then went to explore. Within a few minutes I bumped into the bear again who immediately pushed me against a wall and started snogging the face off me. We did that for about 10 mins before deciding to go somewhere private. In the cubicle we sucked each other off. His cock was nicely proportionate to his body and fuck he leaked preacum like a tap. I turned him round and started rimming his perfectly muscled hairy hole while he held himself against the wall. After a little time he started moaning heavily so I turned him round and sucked his cock again. He grabbed the back of my head and said he was going to cum before pumping a load down my throat. We made out some more and then parted ways. I wandered for a little while but it was still early so I decided to try another bar, the Box. In there I met a guy from home, a sexy top cub with a nice fat 8" uncut cock. He had me on my knees fucking my face for a while before he wanted to open me up. He fucked me up against a wall occasionally pulling out for me to deep throat and lube up more with spit. He was fucking me hard and getting close so stopped as he wasn't ready to cum yet. I went along to cruise in another club "cruise". After a bit of wandering I went into a glory hole cubicle where the holes are raised and guys stand on platforms so they can look down at you servicing them. This hot daddy muscle type hairy guys slips his cock through and I go to town worshiping it. Another fucking beautiful dick. 7" at least, really fat, it fills my mouth, and uncut with plenty of foreskin to get my tongue under and slide back and forth as I suck. He comes down after a while and we go into a private cubicle. I get naked and he takes his shirt off but keeps his shorts on. He's hairy all over, big hairy balls, a thick Bush of hair and a thick trail leading up to his furry chest. He fucks my throat giving me little breaks to catch a breath. I get him nice and wet with spit before turning round and letting him slide in. Its a bit of a stretch but the other guy has opened me up enough. He starts with slow methodical stroked before building up to give me a pounding. Grabbing my shoulders to make sure each thrust is balls deep. He starts to grunt and pushes right up to the hilt and holds there while he unloads 8 or 9 volleys of cum into my hole. He gently moves back and forth while letting the rest of his cum fill me up before pulling out as I clench careful not to spill any. I turn round and clean off his cock and foreskin, using my tongue to milk out all the excess cum. It's so tasty, sweet and thick. We make out for a bit before getting dressed again and parting ways. I'm not done yet so I hunt around more but don't find much. Instead I head back to the Box and find my local bud again. This time he's ready to cum and fucks me over a bench with other guys watching. He plants his thick load into my pre-loaded hole while I beg for him to breed me. The other guys are pulling their cocks watching me take this cubs load. I'm always polite and clean off his thick cock after which just doesn't go down. So I keep sucking for a while but it's clear he won't cum again. Damn it. We talk for a bit about hooking up back home and go back down to construction. Its busier now so I get naked and spend time wandering round, sucking some big dicks and chatting to hot guys. Finally I need to cum myself so I jump in a sling and a hot Spanish musclebear comes to fuck me. He isn't very big but has a nice curve to his cock that hits my prostate with each thrust. It's not long before I can't hold back and shoot my load over my belly. Spent and happy I make my way back to the hotel. Fuck I slept soundly with my hole loaded and belly full.

I am a happily pozzed bottom that never really thinks much about a man’s status prior to him breeding me. Or so I thought… I have just started noticing lately that when I am in a bath house, public park, or video store, I seem to seek out men that look poz. Last night for instance I was in the video store cruising the booths when I saw a Tall muscular man motion for me to follow him into a booth. Naturally I started to follow but before I could step in I saw a wasted looking tatted up guy enter the booth area. I changed course and started to walk in his direction. He ended up going into a booth and I followed. Almost instantly his mouth was on mine and his fingers going for my hole. Instinctively I turned around as he started lubing me up with spit and slid inside me. A couple of minutes in he whispered in my ear…..do you take ALL loads? My response was fuck yeah!! He then came inside me deep. Something gives me pease when I please a poz man. I feel the brotherhood. I really never noticed but I seek out men that may be poz. Don’t get me wrong I love all men but there is something that draws me to poz men.

Scott "Scott, we're ready for you, come on in. " I left the assortment of guys sitting waiting to audition. In the cramped office sat a small desk with a man and woman behind it. My girlfriend had not wanted me to try out for this part in a gay play especially when she heard I would appear nude on stage. I just found the edgy nature of the play peaked my interest too much to not at least give it a try. The middle aged man asked me to close the door and if I'd be comfortable stripping for them. I thought this was a curious way to start an audition but decided 'what the hell .' I slipped out of my t-shirt and jeans relieved I'd warn a sexy pair of underwear. However, the woman motioned for me to slip out of those and told me; "Our plan is only to expose your backside on stage but we need to know how comfortable you are with nudity." I stood before them stark naked with my hands covering my semi six inch hardon. As the interview and small reading continued I grew more and more comfortable and relaxed. They were clearly disappointed when I truthfully answered I'd never had sex with a guy. The man stood and asked if I'd be okay if he approached me and gave me a kiss. I put my hands either side of his face and planted a passionate kiss on his lips meeting his tongue with equal enthusiasm. His hand then reached behind me and caressed my bare ass cheek. He asked if I was okay with this and I assured; "No problem. " Before leaving he touched and inspected my cock which had returned to semi hardness. I left the audition thinking 'that was the strangest experience ever' ; but I also knew I wanted the part even though I didn't think I had a chance. Dan As I saw the cute young guy they called Scott leave his audition I thought; 'If I get this part I want him as my co-star, he looks so fuckable.' A few other guys were called in before me. When I was asked to close the door and strip I pulled off a very seductive strip tease and proudly stood full Monty before the man and woman. They seemed please that I was bisexual. After a while the man asked for permission to approach me. I said; "Sure, I don't care, come fuck me if it'll get me the part." He came closer and began to fondle my cock. I just smiled as it began to harden. He crouched down and took it in his mouth. Looking up at me his eyes asked, 'this okay'. I put my hands on his head and began to face fuck him. He was clearly experienced and didn't even gag as I pushed in deep. This continued for a couple minutes 'til he pulled off and turned to the woman; "You okay with this?" "Hell yeah, let's see what he's comfortable with.", was her enthusiastic reply. With her assurance he stripped off his clothes and bent over the small desk. I quickly went to work eating out and tongue fucking his hole. Both their moans encouraged me. With his hole well lubricated I started opening it up with my fingers. He reached into his pants pocket and handed me a condom. I asked; "really? I thought this play was about bareback sex.", as I winked at the woman. She winked conspiratorially back at me. "No way man, fuck me wrapped or not at all." I rolled on the rubber and the woman handed me some lube. I was amazed how easily I slipped into his tight hole. He asked for a moment and then groaned "Fuck me Dan" As I picked up speed and power the woman once again caught my eye. She grinned impishly and nodded her head. It took me a bit to understand what she was meaning but she just kept nodding and began to mouth; 'take it off'. I was a bit horrified but he just kept calling out, ;" yeah, harder, deeper, show me you can destroy my ass ". So I began pulling out completely and slamming back in. He was over the moon groaning every time I ploughed in to the hilt; "fuck yeah. " The woman kept mouthing, "now, take it off, breed him. " "Oh fuck me man, this is so good. Hell show me you can destroy the condom and you can have your way with me! Fuck!" On the sixth time I pulled out I saw the condom had broken. I quickly pulled it off and shoved right back in raw before I could think myself out of it. This felt fuckin fantastic. He just kept encouraging; "yeah bud, more, give me more. " The woman's head bobbed agreement and egged me on. When I knew I was getting close I partially confessed; "The condom came off. " "Fuck no, and you're still in me?" "It broke ..oh ... so ... close ... should I pull out?" "No, no, ... yes ... pull .... no ... fuck you're already breeding me aren't you? !" Blast after blast painted his insides as I howled my release. "Fuck man. What did you do? Get down there and suck as much of that out as you can. " My lips suctioned on his hole and my tasty cum filled my mouth. I enthusiastically swallowed. I couldn't have been more pleased with myself. That was until I saw the rage on his face. I left knowing I'd literally fucked up another audition and needed to find waiter work as fast as I could.

Part 5 Stu: Danny surprised me at how quickly he took to being a queer pig. Within a week of our first fuck, he'd taken over a dozen loads, we snowballed loads I'd sucked out of his ass, plugged his ass to keep my seed in his guts overnight almost every time, took my pierced cock into his throat until he almost passed out, got showered by and swallowed my piss, and almost took my fist. Not much cleaning of my grandmother's house was getting done but I didn't care. Some of the locals weren't very happy that I wasn't fucking them, but then none of them were as good as Danny was. When he left for school they'd have their chance again but until then he was going to be my sole sex partner. Even my friends from the city were confused. "I've never seen you fuck a guy this much. He must be pretty damn good, but I thought you said he was a virgin a week ago" my buddy Jacob told me. We were laying on the bed in the playroom, covered in sweat after a long fuck and he was examining some of my tattoos. He'd trace one with his finger or tongue before asking about it. After the third day of fucking he had become a lot more open and unafraid to ask questions. Each day after that he got more uninhibited. I tried to answer most of them, getting him ready to be a stud on campus. That's when he asked the question I was hoping he wouldn't ask. "Do you ever bottom?" Danny asked. "Uh, yeah. Not very often" I replied, unsure why I didn't just lie. He got a big grin on his face and I realized I was about to feel his dick inside me. It was nice to see him take initiative, even if I didn't really want to be the recipient of his first ass fuck. He pushed me back and started to rim my ass. It wasn't much longer before I realized he'd been taking detailed notes of everything I'd done when fucking him. In some ways it was like my clone was fucking me, he just happened to be thirteen years younger, less hairy, devoid of ink or piercings and twenty five pounds lighter. The next hour was surreal. He may have had a few moments where he was not quite as confident as I usually was, but they only lasted a few seconds. For being his first attempt at fucking a guy it was amazing. I knew guys that had been tops for years that weren't as good. We stared at each other for the first part of the fuck, our facial expressions all the communication we needed. Then, he rolled me over and mounted me. Danny drilled my ass like he owned it. I ended up with his load pumped deep into my guts and while I may have been reluctant at first, the more he fucked the more I wanted it. Like with his first bottoming attempts, once we were laying there with my hole throbbing and his cum leaking out, he wanted to know if he was an OK top. All I could do was laugh and he took it the wrong way. It took a few minutes to reassure him that he was much more than OK. I knew there were going to be a lot of happy bottoms at State after he got there. -- Danny: We'd been fucking daily since that first time. We spent most of the time down in the basement and had tried a few different pieces of furniture. I had never thought of pissing as being erotic but that changed one day when we played in the big shower in the basement. Stu showered me with piss and then used my mouth as a urinal, telling me to swallow it. My favorite was the thing he called a sling. It made it easy to lay back, put my legs up in the loops and watch him drill me. The only thing we tried that I wasn't big on was when he tried to get his hand inside my ass. I'd rather feel a cock plowing in and filling me with cum. Each night I'd fall asleep with the plug in my ass holding Stu's cum inside me. The wet dreams I had got more vivid and I had to put out towels on my bed so I wouldn't mess my sheets. In the morning, I'd find my stomach, chest and face covered in dried cum. In the back of my mind I knew our play time was coming to an end. I was going to leave for school the following Sunday. As much as I wanted to begin the next phase of my life, I wanted to keep playing with Stu. After another amazing fuck that left me full of Stu's seed, I worked up the courage to ask him if he ever bottomed. He looked a little surprised at the question and I expected him to tell me 'no', but he didn't. He just told me he rarely bottomed. I didn't really ask him if I could, I just crawled between his legs and pushed them back. One of the things I really didn't like to do when I had sex with women was eating pussy. I didn't like the taste and I don't think I was very good at it since the few times I had tried it, the girls had pushed me off after only a few minutes. Stu enjoyed eating my ass and I loved how it felt when he did it, so I was eager to see if I'd like it more than pussy. I started out slow, just licking along the crack. The taste of sweat and feeling of the hair on my tongue was very different and made my body tingle, not wretch. I tried to do all of the things that Stu had done to me to prep my hole, but I was too eager to feel my cock inside him. The one thing I forgot was to use lube. When my cock finally pushed in, I realized it was only with some spit and my precum. It felt good, though, and Stu had a big smile on his face. Plowing into his ass with my bare cock felt a million times better than when I'd fucked those girls with a condom. The longer I fucked, the deeper I got. I kept waiting to hear the complaints like the girls I'd fucked had made, but instead Stu kept encouraging me. Harder, faster, deeper, pull out and thrust back in. They were all the things that he had done when fucking me and I was now doing them to him. We already had a long fuck earlier when he topped me, but this fuck was just as long if not longer. We started out missionary and moved to doggy after at least thirty minutes. I could fuck him harder like this, but I couldn't see his face to see if he liked what I was doing. With girls, I tried to rush sex to get it over with. With Stu, and I assume guys in general, I wanted to make it last as long as possible. I just couldn't believe how good it felt or how hard my cock stayed. About the time Stu started groaning again I felt my orgasm start to rise. This time there was no willing it to hold off. I began to pound him faster for a minute and then pushed him flat on the bed. My hips thrust in twice more, making a loud thud as our bodies slammed together and then I began shooting my cum into his slick tunnel. Ropes of cum shot out unlike any other time I had blown my load. I couldn't believe how good my whole body felt. The cum that surrounded my cock felt so much better not being constrained by a condom like when I'd fucked girls. It seemed that Stu was turned on as well, since I felt his hole squeeze and release, trying to suck as much of my cum out my cock as it could get. We laid there, me on top of his back for a few moments before I rolled off him, pulling my still hard cock from his ass and laying on my back next to him. "Damn, that was good" Stu told me, grinning back at me before he said "Someone has been taking notes" and chuckling. I know I was blushing but it felt good to have Stu compliment me. Finally I replied "Thanks. I have a good teacher." -- Stu: My thoughts about Danny were very wrong on one big point. He wasn't a bottom. As willing as he was taking my dick and cum for nearly two weeks, he was also a good top and I hoped that lots of other guys would feel him fuck and breed them just like he had done me. I smiled back at him when he told me I was a good teacher. I replied "A good teacher would have given you the chance to show me your top skills earlier so I could experience them more. You're only going to be here two more days." He looked a little sad and replied "Not even that. Tomorrow my parents are having a going away party for me and then Sunday morning I'm moving down to school. You should come over to the party. It starts at four." I realized I'd screwed up and my thoughts of having a party of my own with him was not going to happen. My friends would probably be even more pissed since they were looking forward to sampling the ass I'd been raving about for the past week. -- Danny: I had invited Stu to come over to the party my parents were throwing me before I left for school. I didn't really expect him to show, but he did later in the evening. I heard lots of comments from the neighbors that were there and was surprised when my dad told them that they should be more accepting of our new neighbor and that he was a good guy. Stu greeted me with a bro-hug which surprised me but it fit the situation. Once he released me, he handed me an envelope. I found out later it was a gift certificate for a piercing and tattoo shop near the university. A few of my friends were surprised that I knew Stu and some made rude comments about his tattoos. I told them "Just cuz he doesn't look like everyone else around here doesn't mean he's not a nice guy. You should cut him some slack." My friend Ben seemed to be fascinated by them, though. Soon, the three of us were talking and Ben kept asking questions. I knew the next time I saw Ben there would be some ink on him, I just didn't know where or how visible. Stu finished his beer and gave me another bro-hug and told me to keep in touch before he headed back to his house. Ben turned to me and we talked a bit more. "Can I tell you a secret?" Ben asked twenty minutes later. "Of course. We've known each other since the fourth grade. I think we know each other pretty well and you know that I won't tell anyone's secret" I replied. He looked down a moment and then looked back at my face. I could see he was scared and shaking. "I think Stu is really hot." I was shocked. Ben and I had been best friends for years and now I knew why we fit so well together. "You're gay too?" I asked. The look in his face was a mixture of relief and surprise. "Too?" he asked. I nodded and we moved even further away from everyone else at the party. We talked more and I found out he had figured it out in high school, unlike me. Also unlike me he was still a virgin and never had those awkward experiences with girls trying to be straight. The party started to wind down and Ben helped my parents and me clean up. We hid a couple beers and when my parents went inside we cracked them open and kept talking until the fire in the pit went out. The two of us went inside and I locked the door to the basement before we started fooling around. I gave him his first blow job and he sucked his first cock. He moaned so loud when I started to rim him, I had to push his face into the sofa cushions. Ben wasn't ready to get fucked, but I wanted to be the one to take his virginity and it was now or never. We sat on the floor after I'd pumped my second load into his ass. "God, that was so hot. We should have done this years ago" Ben said. "Yeah, but I was too dense to realize I was attracted to guys" I replied. "When did you figure it out?" he asked. "A month ago" I told him, embarrassed. "Wow. You seemed to know what you were doing when we fucked... Uh... Can I ask who... Uh... Was your first?" Ben asked, scared and shaking again. "You met him tonight" I replied grinning back at him. "Stu? Oh my fucking god. You lucky dog. He was ok with you not having a lot of experience?" Ben asked. "He was a really good teacher, but I spent most of our times on the bottom. Just once on top. And then you. I hope you enjoyed it" I said. "Oh yeah... it was amazing and I'm glad you were my first" Ben replied. A few moments later he said "I have to get home before my parents start calling to find out where I am. Thanks for tonight. I won't ever forget it. It was so much better than I dreamed it would be. Too bad you're leaving tomorrow. I hope we can keep talking even though you're going to be hundreds of miles away." -- Stu: I knew I had to make an appearance at Danny's party. I wasn't sure what to get him for a graduation/going-away gift, but finally it hit me. A quick call and the place I'd gotten my first few piercings and tattoos in college had no problem setting up a gift certificate for his choice of body mods. Danny introduced me to a bunch of people at the party, some looking at me suspiciously and some were friendly. Even some of his friends were wary of me, but I'd gotten used to it and it didn't bother me. By the time I went back home, I think I'd proven to everyone that I wasn't as scary as they thought. One of Danny's friends was one of the accepting people. He was cute too. Ben was about Danny's height with dark curly hair, a trimmed goatee, a covering of fur on his chest that I could see poking around his tank top and below his shorts. He asked several questions about the tattoos and as he talked I realized he was checking me out. Sunday morning I was making breakfast when my phone buzzed. I read the message while I ate. "Thanks for the gift certificate. Not sure what to get but you'll know soon" Danny's text said. "Youre welcome. Do what you want, not what others tell you to do" I sent back. "BTW if u need someone to help u clean last few rooms Ben might be able to help" Danny texted a minute later. "Good to know, thx" I sent back. Almost immediately Danny sent another message telling me "He thinks ur hot ;)"

Chapter 17 The guy alternated eating and fingering the Pig’s ass. The burning sensation was diminishing but he had an unusual warmth deep in his ass. He started moaning with the new sensations and the fact that everything the guy did felt more sensational than before. It was as if it was his first time all over again. He didn’t want this to ever stop. The Guy stood up and placed his cock at the Pig’s ass and asked him “ You ready for my dirty dick to spear you? “. The Pig said “ God yes. I am on fire “. The guy started pumping his cock in. he would get deeper with every thrust, It seemed that his cock was growing bigger with every inch in. the guy got not a steady rhythm with only about half of his dirty cock up the Pig’s grasping hot ass. The guy said “You’re gripping me just right, I am already getting ready to shoot you full “. The Pig was panting. He could never remember feeling this way. He wanted this guy to own him, make him do any nasty forbidden acts. The Pig said “ Yes, I need it. I am on fire inside”. The guy had a devilish smile and asked the Pig “ Are you going to be my fagot little whore tonight and do everything I tell you to do”? that was what the Pig needed to hear right now. He hoped to be forced into the most deviant acts by someone. He answered “ Yes Sir “. With that the guy stared pumping at a ferocious rate. He was working his cock all around in the Pig’s ass but keeping the last couple inches out. There were still come things he held back for the Pig. One was the unusual shape of the guy’s cock. While the guy’s cock was normal at the tip, it got thicker as it got to the base. The fact was that it was so thick and without proper lubrication it would probably split the Pig’s ass when he lunged in. He had broken more than one ass and planned on this being just another victim to his style of debauchery. He was on the edge and pulled back leaving only the head of his cock in the Pig’s ass. He was on the edge of blowing his load an the Pig said “ No. Don’t stop.” “ Please give it to me “. It didn’t matter that the Pig said that because he planned this out all the time but hearing the Pig plead for it made him want to rip up this Pig’s ass. With that he pulled back in the Pig’s Hips and shoved forward hard and went to the root of his cock. He knew that the Pig wasn’t ready for this. He probably figured it would be the same but he was dead wrong. He once called his cock the inseminator because it would knock up more cunts and asses. The Pig squealed when he finally felt the true thickness of the cock in his ass. Even though he was spinning he could feel the pain of his ass getting suddenly split open. The Pig could feel the Pulsing of the guy’s thick cock as it filled the Pig’s ass. The guy leaned over and said “ You had one of the tightest asses I have broken for a while “. He added “ It felt great and don’t worry, you’ll be souse enough for the Bath house”. He pulled out and the Pig stayed where he was. His ass was still throbbing from the intense intrusion that he just received. He finally rolled over and sat up. His ass was leaking and he didn’t care at this point. The guy had his shirt on and handed the Pig a bottle of Gatorade and told him he needed to hydrate and to drink it all before going to the bath a couple bocks down the street. He was thirsty and took a big drink of it. He thought it tasted funny but he figured it was because of what he was thru and he was very thirsty. The guy said to make sure he took another bottle with him to drink if he needed more. The pig had no idea that not only did the guy push some Meth up the Pig’s ass but was now giving hm a big dose of G. the Gatorade he was drinking had a big dose and the guy had slipped an equally large dose in the other bottle. The Pig sat there sipping on the bottle and watching the guy get dressed. He noticed how thick the base was and commented that to the Guy. The Guy said “ Yeah. Most guys can’t take or run when they see it, that is why I prefer my guys to be ass up and not seeing it “. The Pig could understand that but as the guy was showing his half limp cock and the thick base the Pig noticed a tattoo above the guys cock. He took a second look and saw it was a Bio-hazard tat with a big ‘ + ‘ sign one it. He asked the guy about it and the guy said “ It means I am HIV Positive with extra “. The pig had almost all the Gatorade gone and had a question look on his face. The guy seeing this said “ In my case. I am Toxic. Never been on meds and I also have Herpes and Gono “. The Pig’s eyes sprang wide open when he heard that. He didn’t care what happened tonight but the consequences of the actions suddenly hit home. He also had the feelings in his guts that he wanted more and was starting to get really horny again. The Guy helped him get up and told him to get a quick shower and head over. He said that he was going there now and would look for hm again. The pig went into h shower and didn’t look back. The guy saw blood and cum where the Pig was sitting. He covered it up because he didn’t want to scare the pig away. He had lots panned for this Pig tonight. The guy left but before he did he found the spare room key card an dot it in his pocket. He might need it later

Dan It was 1993 and the sight of my raw dick working his Hispanic ass was the hottest experience I'd had in years. I was afraid I'd unload right away I was so fuckin turned on, but I wanted this first bareback fuck in six years to last. I love a blowjob as much as the next guy, but I really love to fuck men and women. So when this stranger blowing me in the restaurant bathroom cubicle pulled his mouth off my thick eight inches stood and bent over the toilet to present his ass I was very happy. I dove in and worshipped his hole with my tongue listening to his soft moans of appreciation. I stood and teased his hole with the head of my uncircumcised cock. He continued with the soft moans. I wondered how far I could get thinking I'll see if I can just get the raw tip in expecting he'd ask me to wrap up before I got very far. I pushed a little harder and penetrated his first ring. Still just his soft appreciative moans. I couldn't believe this was happening. As I stood in amazement his ass clearly pushed back on my raw fuck tool. I decided to participate in the effort and soon my naked cock was balls deep. At this point he softly sighed "Yeah ". I needed no further encouragement and began to pump. Quickly he was even more encouraging "Yeah, harder." So I pounded away worried that if anyone entered the bathroom they would hear and recognize the distinctive sound. As much as I was enjoying this skin on skin fuck I knew this waiter would begin to be missed if we didn't finish up soon. So I quickly ramped up and gave him everything for a couple minutes. My breathing and balls sent clear signals so I let him know; "I'm gonna cum. " Yeah, cum in my ass, breed me man. " So breed I did. Rope after rope of my hot cum ripped into his guts. I hadn't climaxed so powerfully in years. He soon slid off me, spun, crouched and was cleaning my cock when the bathroom door squeaked open and someone came in. Every drop consumed he stood pulled up his pants and was buttoning his shirt as he left the cubicle. Oblivious to the other's arrival he called back to me; "Thanks for the load guy, my ass needed that. " And he was gone. I stepped out of the cubicle getting back into my clothes and the other man just looked at me with an expression of 'WTF'.

This is a true story and happened to me on my vacation in Tunis some years ago. I was sitting in the bar at the hotel and had had a few drinks, the waiter observed me really intence and kept coming back to offer more drinks. After the last one he brought my sight grew dim and I felt that it was time to go to my room and get some sleep. The waiter looked at me and said I could order one last drink and he would bring it to my room. Well I said Ok and gave him my room number, then went to my room. Approx 10 mins later I heard someone knock on the door and I just said "it`s open-come in. It was the waiter bringing my drink. He placed it on the table and in a sudden he was sitting beside me on the bed, placed his hand between my legs and grabbed my dick outside my pants. The next I remember is that he told me to stand up, I got turned around and he pulled my pants down to my knees in a quick operation and he pulled me forward onto the bed. I felt something slip up and down between my asschicks and then a huge pain when he borrowed his arabcock deep into my guts - then started to fuck me like there was no tomorrow . . . . There I was with my pants down and with a huge arab raw dick working my ass!After a few minutes I felt I started to like it a bit and got excited myself. Then as quick as it started - it was over but I felt something sticky sievering out of me and down my legs. I`m finnished he said - go wash yourself! He offered to come back after work and he also said he had a friend he wanted me to say hello to - I would not be disappointed he promised . . . . This still makes me excited - if anyone like to make it happen again ; give me a sign 😉

Dan Some back story. I'm an aspiring actor in my late twenties. I had just finished my twenty third audition that month and once again it had not gone well. There just weren't many parts for balding, slightly overweight very hairy guys. I was usually tossed when they took one look at me. I was nursing my wounds by taking my girlfriend out for lunch. Well, truth be told she was paying, I'd not had work in so long. Before we ordered I was watching the waiter's thinking I'd have to pick up a job like their's sooner than later no matter how cliche. I was distracted when our waiter arrived. My first sight of him was his crotch in his nicely pressed dress slacks. As my eyes took in his bulge and moved up I could see through a gap in his white shirt. A beautiful treasure trove of dark hair disappeared below his belt. The shirt was a loose weave and a tailored fit so his olive skin and perky nipples showed through in the most enticing manner. I couldn't stop my cock from twitching. When he came to collect our dishes after our meal I asked for directions to the washroom. He arrived while I was at the urinal, his shirt was already open, and he reached into to milk the last drops out of my cock. Then he directed me into the stall where I was amazed with the events that transpired. My first chance to breed anyone, let alone a stranger in a public place in many years. Imagine my surprise to find a script from my agent waiting for me when I collected my mail that night. The script was for a two person three act play about a bareback hookup between two guys. My agent had enclosed a note recommending I not go for the audition as the part would reflect badly on my career. I was to desperate not to try out, besides after this afternoon encounter I was deeply intrigued. Oh, were you wondering what happened with the guy that came into the bathroom as the waiter and I were finishing up? I walked right to him, opened his belt and pants. Released his average cock and proceeded to quickly suck him off before rejoining my girlfriend at our booth.

NOT MY STORY…BUT I DID IMPROVE IT I was out of town on a business trip, just relaxing in my hotel room and decided to check out Grindr. I found a guy that was into thicker/chubbier guys, we chatted back and forth for a bit and he sent a photo. I thought it was fake, it was easily about 7.5-8 inches long but wasn't too thick with a weird biohazard booking tattoo, he was staying near my hotel so I figured hey why not give him a chance. We make arrangements for him to come to my hotel room and about an hour passes before I finally get a knock on the door and he walks in and I can see through his sweatpants his dick print. It wasn't fake, he takes them off and he is still limp. He's still close 5-6 inches long, I'm thinking to myself, in my limited experience outside of dildos I've never had anything with this length. I meant to ask him about his tattoo, but I was so enthralled with his huge cock. I just started sucking on his engorged member. After some oral, he tells me to bend over for him.. He applies some lube and slowly works his thick dick in, really gently.. I was expecting a full ram and slam guy but he was a gentleman about it. I start to relax, as he starts to go deeper until I feel his hips against my butt. I can feel it pretty damn deep in me, something I've never felt before. I was surprised I took him all. He told me he was going to knock me up and give me his special seed. I played along to make it more exciting. I begged for his “hot” load. After about 7-8 minutes, he told me he wanted to go to the bathroom and watch him breed me in the mirror. Here's where things get interesting.. He tells me to slowly back up, he's literally fucking me as we're walking to the bathroom, me trying to walk when my legs feel like jelly lol. So, I'm half bent over half standing watching us in the mirror.. Then it happens, I feel him start hitting my prostate and I look down and I'm cumming hands free. Each time he pulls out it hits, I've never had this feeling with a person before and I'm loving every second of it. Then he starts cumming, I feel him throbbing in me.. A sensation I've never felt He snarls, ‘take my poz load!” I am too weak to fight him off. I accepted my fate. After a minute, he slowly pulls out and I feel his now limp dick slap my balls. I'm sitting there figuring out what happened and he's looking at me smiling because I'm looking like I'm half drunk having just shot my load hands-free for the first time. I only bottomed 3 other times, this was my first time bareback. I was thinking maybe I just didn't enjoy bottoming.. It just took finding the right guy with the right load, it's a shame he's on the other side of the country. But, I will be back. joey I love hot chat hit me up even c2c

I'm so excited to tell someone that today I took four loads at my city's old bathhouse! I felt like such a slut talking all that raw cock inside me, so many older men turned my hole into a cunt, most of them doubled me in age. I lost count how many men I had sex with today, which Is a first for me! Honestly, by the end I was feeling so proud of myself for letting loose (both mentally and physicaly hehe). I'm not used to be bred so much in a day, but I fucking loved it. I had such amazing sex, I felt my hole begging to keep being barebacked, dicks went from ass to mouth and to ass again, and I was happy to serve the men at the bathhouse. I went home with a huge smile in my face and four loads in my ass! And even after a few hours, my hole was still dripping the cum of several strangers. I can't wait to go again!

So works been crazy and this time of year it’s a 6 day 80 hour gig. The things you do for commission. anyway it’s been about a month and I stopped at my favorite adult vid store with booths and hooked up with a fucknut who happened to walk in a little bit after me. We went to a large booth, stripped down and put me on all fours on the ground and just ducked me relentlessly. He loves that I’ve stretched out my hole so it gapes and is a little lose as he loves to pull all the way out and ram it back in. When he was close he got me completely prone and unloaded big time. Then he stayed on top of me and in me like that for a good two minutes telling me to take every drop. Pure heaven. little while later it got slow and I hooked up with this other guy with a smaller dick but rock hard. Started blowing him for a while but he said he needed lube so I’m like no worries and he left the store. Half hour later he comes back and says he went to get lube from home. So I start blowing from home and it only took one taste to know this line wasn’t meant for my mouth. Sure as shut he flips me over and just impales me with that rock hard cock. After 10 minutes he lets loose one of the hugest loads of the year. Try as I might, I can’t keep it all inside. So I went to a glory hike booth to jerk off figuring I might as well enjoy the cum dropping down my leg. Another guy the. Pops in and I start blowing him. He wasn’t into fucking me so I blew him really good and he too dropped a huge load in my mouth and leaves. I swallow a little, spit some on my chest and tits and use the rest as lube for my dick and I shot mine. A productive and relaxing 3 hours.

Part 3: Stealth fucked while on a lay-over. The weekend was wild. I ended up staying at the hotel for a few hours, getting fucked by the guys in the room, hanging out, getting high, then getting fucked again. However, the shame of it caught up to me. At work, I felt like people could tell I was whore. I interpreted every glance as a confirmation that others knew I was a depraved, desperate, dick hungry whore. Shortly after the weekend I picked up a three day pairing that took me across parts of central north america. These pairings often were some fun, but there were plenty of down moments as well, where we would stay overnight in a fairly small town with regional airports. Thankfully, this hotel was close to the downtown and not to far away from the highway. I managed to get through the first two days pretty well, mostly keeping to myself and hanging out at the hotels on my time off. I jerked off a little and got drunk by myself in the hotel room, but the wildness of the previous weekend kept me away Grindr and other apps. By the time we arrived at the final hotel in our third layover, I was getting pretty horny and starting to dream about what might happen when I got home and had 5 uninterrupted days off. Would I be slutty again? I had fully deleted the apps off my phone but I was itching to download them again. The crew I was with headed straight to check-in and all were ready to go to dinner, but I was thinking I might skip. However, the thought of hooking up wasn’t too good either, as our rooms were always close together and having random men coming in and out of my room (and potentially in me), could get me in trouble or at least have them notice or suspect something was up. I got to my room feeling lost and frustrated, figuring I might just be a good boy and stay in and jerk off, when I noticed the bathroom was completely flooded. I couldnt stay here, however the staff downstairs were quick to find a solution. It wasn’t long before I was in a new room, with a much bigger space, and on a completely different floor and area of the hotel. Before long, I was alone again after having let the crew know I was staying in and moved to a different room. I was gifted a bottle of champagne for the trouble of switching rooms and I brought it with me to the bathroom. I figured I might as well have a nice bath. I turned the water up so hot, put on some music and drank champagne in the bath. I grabbed a bottle of poppers in one of the other cities and thankfully, as I am a crew member, my bags are rarely searched, so I didnt have to worry about anything falling out. As I was rooting through my clothes and bags something fell out a pair of jeans I had brought with me and hit the bathroom floor. I was already naked at this point, feeling a bit slutty, but really feeling like I needed to do my best to be good. But all I wanted to do was be bad. I lifted up the items from the floor and saw that what had fallen out was actually a couple of baggies of party favors from a couple of weeks ago. I must have been wearing those jeans out and about and forgotten any of this was there. I had heard stories of crew members smuggling all kinds of shit over the years, but I was too nervous, yet here it was, I had smuggled some powder and pills accidentally on this trip. No sooner did I realize this when I got a text message from the head flight attendant letting me know the delays were starting, it was likely we are going to be here for at least a day and a half. My mind started making decisions really quickly. I couldnt bring these drugs back on the plane, and now I was here for much longer than I anticipated. The tub was filling up, I was feeling a bit tipsy, it was still only 6pm in the evening. There was plenty of time to get into trouble, but also a really great opportunity to be innocent. To be good. To prove to myself that I could just stay in and not hook up. Fuck it. I turned off the tub as it was getting pretty full. I grabbed the pills, looking like a couple hits of molly, and swallowed both with a big swig of champagne. I was in another city, now with too much time on my hands, and a really horny urge to get fucked. I sat down on the edge of the tub and opened grindr. I knew it was going to be a while before I started feeling the effects of the pills. I didnt even touch the powder. There were a bunch of messages. I was taking swigs of the champagne, right from the bottle and touching my dick here and there. Most of the messages were innocent enough, but one account caught my eye. He was 100 meters away, mostly blank profile with some stats indicating he was 45, daddy type, and discreet. I climbed into the tub with the champagne and my phone nearby, and the poppers within reach. I had the lights turned down low and figured I might as well settle in. I opened the message from the 45 year old daddy. Daddy45: “Hey, you are close. In from out of town?” Me: Hey sup? Yeh. here for one night. Daddy45: What are you looking for? Top, bttm? Looks like you might be at the hotel nearby. I figured I still had an opportunity to be good. I could just chat. I could just stay within this hotel room, by myself, get room service, watch tv, and just do my own thing. But already, I was feeling the effects of the drink and some slight tingles from the pills. Working on my feet all day with very little food seems to have set me up for a quick high. Me: Yeh, kinda horny. At a hotel. Vers bttm here. Probably just chatting though. The chat went on like this for a little bit. Mostly small talk. Then he sent a pic of his dick with the message, “really horny here… looking to blow my load. You in? Got a pic?” I didnt respond. I just sat there thinking, fuck. This feels awfully familiar. I could invite him over, maybe just suck him, I dont need to fuck. I also have condoms and lube, so I could just be safe. I could be in control. I didnt need to lose it like last time. Or? I could be a slut. Next to my toiletry bag was my flying kit, in it was a sleep mask that could easily become a blindfold. Fuck. Me: Hrmmm. I would be open to sucking you… I sent him a pic of me in my jockstrap and tshirt, with my face blurred out, side profile, showing my hard cock in the pouch and my bare ass. Daddy45: Room number? I could be there in 10 mins. I paused for a bit. Was I really doing this? I felt mostly fine, mostly in control. Me: Give me 30. I need to clean up. Im in room 803. Door will be unlocked. Daddy45: Cool. Just a quickie cool? Im just looking to get off. Me: Cool yeh. Sounds good. I closed my phone apps and I decided to get cleaned out just in case. Already I was starting to feel swirly. I put on a deep electronic playlist on my phone and drained the tub. I started to feel nervous and was getting shaky like I usually do when I am anticipating being a slut, but I pushed through and started cleaning up. I was much quicker than usual, lack of food probably helped. Even though I gave him 30 minutes, I was ready in 15. I threw on a jockstrap, a tshirt, and grabbed my sleep mask, poppers, drugs, and headed to the main room. I was given a suite with a living area and a bedroom. I laid out on the large couch in the living area and opened up the apps. Grindr had a few more messages. I was fully intending on just sucking off this one guy, but I knew I could go crazy, and I was obviously considering more since I had cleaned out, but there was a little innocent voice inside me saying, “You can be good”. But I needed to be bad. I messaged Daddy45 and told him I was ready. Me: Im done. Ill be in the main area on my knees, blindfolded, and ready to suck you off. Daddy45: Hot. Blindfold eh? Be there in 5. I responded to a few other messages, mostly blank profiles with single word messages. Given it was a small rural area, I figured this was a strong hold for horny closet cases and travellers. The five minutes went by pretty quickly. I decided to watch the app and see what else might happen. I was starting to feel really high by this point and knew that I was headed for trouble. I decided to take a few rips of powder and follow it up with a big swig of champagne. The result was immediate. I felt wild. I saw a message from Daddy45. “Just getting in the elevator. You ready?” My heart was pounding like crazy. My dick was rock hard. And I felt like I was going to burst or melt, all at the same time. I turned off the music, took a few huge hits of poppers. Daddy45: Walking down the hall. You good? Poppers started kicking in. I was feeling ravenous, uncontrollable, and like I was ready to ruin my life. Me: Yeh I am ready. Shove your cock in my mouth. I slipped the mask over my face and threw everything under the couch, just as I heard the door open. I heard footsteps, the removal of clothing, and breathing. He approached me and I sat there mostly motionless, with my hands at my sides with the poppers in one hand. He whispered in a low growl. “Fucking hot”, as I felt him pull my head forward. His rock hard dick hit my face before he shoved it in my mouth with a grunt. I started sucking immediately, long deep sucks, pulling my tongue along the underside of his cock as I bobbed up and down in deep strokes. I arched my back and humped the air slightly, my horniness and highness getting the better of me. He just groaned. I felt him slide his hands down my back and pull at the strap of the jock as he fucked my face. He tasted amazing. He was a little wet, uncut, and average thickness and length. Maybe a bit on the girthy side, but totally manageable. My fav kind of dick to suck because I can control so much of it with each movement. It was delicious. His body seemed fairly solid, beefy daddy type. He pushed in and out, mostly groaning and using one hand on my head, the other to stroke my back and pull at my jock strap. He leaned over a little further as he plowed my mouth and there was just enough room for him to reach my ass checks and hole. He groaned deeply. Daddy45: Fuck dude. You have a hot ass. You wanna get fucked? My inhibitions were slowly sliding away. I tried to pick up the pace on his dick, hoping at least that I could get him to cum and I wouldnt have to respond to his question, but it didnt seem to deter him. He started slightly tapping at my hole before pulling his hand away from my ass. I kept sucking, before hearing him spit and then feeling his hand going back to my ass with his middle finger slipping in. I was pretty high by this point so he didnt face any resistance. Daddy45: Fuck dude, you are so hot. That hole, damn. Turn around and let me see it at least? I kept sucking. I was in a trance of sorts, just focused on getting his cum in my mouth. However, I was losing any sense that I could control this situation. He pulled out and tapped my face and my ass. He spoke again, this time more firmly, “Turn around”. I did as I was told. Things were escalating quickly. I presented my ass to him. I was on the living room floor, now with my elbows on ground, doggy style, with my fresh hole and ass being presented up to a man I have never met before. He seemed to like it. Daddy45: Fuck dude, such a hot hole. I felt a tongue at my ass. Fuck. This was going to be impossible to get out of. I opened the bottle of poppers and took a few huge hits. He noticed and told me to keep hitting those poppers and that he wanted this ass. I felt a tiny shred of innocence still left in me, a thread of not wanting to repeat the mistakes of the past in this current moment. That tiny shred allowed me to respond. Me: “If you wanna fuck me, there are condoms and lube in the bag in the bathroom. Has to be quick though” He just responded with a low grunt and dove a bit deeper in my ass with his tongue before getting up and walking away, presumably to the bathroom to get the supplies. He wasn’t long. I heard the sounds of a bottle being opened, followed by the sounds of a condom wrapper being opened. He was quick though, it didnt take much time at all before I felt the dick head at my hole, with some lube being applied as well. He slid it up and down the crack a few times. I moved my hand back to touch the dick but he pulled away and I heard slick noises as he stroked his dick. Daddy45: Hit those poppers deep. Get ready for me. I did as I was told. Just as I started inhaling I felt him thrust forward and enter me. He did it really roughly knocking me over and onto my chest. I was now face down ass up on the carpeted floor and he was fully on top of me, all of his weight. He just sat there for a few moments, deep inside me and not moving. Daddy45: Ill just fuck for a bit and then you can finish me off by sucking okay? I just groaned. He started slowly pumping. Not pulling out much, just gyrating around in my hole, fully implanted. I was so grateful he was wearing a condom at least. I had some amount of control. I kept hitting the poppers and my mind was flying. As I took some more hits he started pulling out more and shoving it deep again. I could hear his heavy breathing, but also, just next to my head under the couch, I could hear my phone vibrating. Brrrp brrrp. Probably more men who wanted to use my holes. Daddy was breathing heavy, and I could feel sweat from his beefy body coating my back. My shirt was getting wet and my jock strap band on my back felt soaked. He groaned and made guttural noises as he plowed my ass. I just laid there and took it. I started moving my hips a little bit to make his thrusts go deeper. It felt so incredible. Warm, wet, sloppy, and deep. I wanted this and I knew I wanted this from the moment I stepped off that plane. Daddy45: Fuck dude, you love this dont you? He kept pumping, his breathing getting way heavier. Daddy45: Man, this feels so good. You like my balls? You like it deep. Feel those balls slapping against your taint. Fuck yeh. Tell me you want my balls. You want my balls? I just groaned. I had never been asked this before. I had guys last weekend ask me, “You want my load?” and Daddy was asking in a similar tone, but it didnt make any sense. He picked up the pace and started diving deeper. He pulled up off my back slightly, and i could feel sweat dripping down. Daddy45: You want my balls? Yeh, you want them. You want those balls deep. Take them. Fuck yeh. He pushed deep and plowed hard. He stopped slightly, but I could feel him pumping. It felt like a climax, but he kept pumping. He also told me he wanted me to suck him off, so I just assumed he was feeling it. At least he was wearing the condom. He paused and I muttered, “Did you cum?” He just groaned something like “no”, and pulled out. I heard him get up and it sounded like he went to the bathroom and wiped up. I got back to my knees feeling like something wasnt right. I felt different. Full. However, he wasnt long gone and next thing I knew he was shoving his dick in my mouth again. Cept, this time he was sitting on the couch and I was over him. He was slightly soft, but still hard enough. I started sucking and he just laid there. This went on a for a few minutes until he grabbed my head, shoved me down to the base of his cock, and spasmed. He didnt last long and it didnt feel like much, but he came in my mouth, well the back of my throat, and I could taste it. I backed away, coughed a bit, and just kneeled there while feeling my cock through my jock. He got up silently, didnt say another word, just started getting dressed. As he did, I started feeling my ass and hole. It was very wet. I was about to say something when I heard the door click. He left. I took off the sleep mask and felt the room spinning around me. With my other hand I felt my asshole and it was so slick. I shoved a couple of fingers inside me and as I did I felt liquid come out of my hole and land on the carpet. What the fuck? I was spinning a bit but I looked around the room and saw the condom wrapper, but I could see the condom was still inside the wrapper. The fucker stealthed me… and I loved it. He shot a load in my ass when he was going on about his balls and wanting his balls. Clever. I got his balls alright, all their juice was inside my ass. Well, some was in my throat as well. I heard the phone vibrating nearby. I grabbed it and my supplies under the couch and headed to the bed. I laid on my back, fingering myself, while opening hook up apps and sites. I got a load even though I did my best to avoid one. I got a load, even though the innocence in me wanted me to avoid it. I looked out the window from the bed and I could see the storm was staring. Well, I might as well see what else was happening around town. I was now very high, fully loaded, and stuck in this town for at least another 36 hours or so. I might as well let go. Brrp brrp. Blank profile: “You looking? Top here” Me: “Yeh. Hosting now. Come on over…” Sent him my location, room number, and a pic of me laying ass up in the bed I was currently in. Blank profile: “On my way” I guess I was on my way too. On my way to being a slut, even though I told myself I wasnt going to. Again. I hit a line of powder, a huge hit of poppers, then slid the sleep mask down and waited. Here we go again.

My name is Thomas. I live in Davie, Florida. I am 5’ 8”, 145 pounds with pale white skin, green eyes and brown hair. The only hair on my body is on my head as I shaved everywhere else. A When I turned 18, and I told myself that I was going to use my birthday to lose my virginity, as I was still a virgin. I knew for some time that I was gay. I watched gay porn all the time and was particularly turned on by poz porn. I promised myself that for my first time that I wanted to be fucked by poz cock. As luck would have it , parents decided to get me a car for my 18th birthday. So that night, after everyone went to sleep I posted an add on Craigslist stating that it was my 18th birthday and that I wanted to get pozzed as my gift to myself. Within 20 minutes of posting my add I had 10 replies. I responded to each and asked if they were on or off meds. All, but 3 of them were on meds. So I decided to tell the other 7 they were out of the running and focused on the 3. The stats for the 3 were the first guy was black, 62, 6’ 4”, 250 pounds, bald with and 10” cock, the second guy was Hispanic, 33, 5’ 5”, 145 pounds, with curly hair and a 6” cock and the last guy was white, 5’ 9” 45 pounds, with a 6” cock. I decided that if I was going to lose my virginity and get pozzed I was going to go big so I told that black guy that he was the lucky winner. His name was Donte, and lived in Miramar Florida about a 20 minute drive from me. Donte asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. I said I was and then he gave me his address. I quietly snuck out of my house and headed to lose my virginity. About 25 minutes after I left my house, I pulled up donte’s house which was in a not so good neighborhood. I was super nervous but I knew that I wanted this and turned off my car and walked up to the door and knocked. Donte quickly answered the door with only a towel on. He let my in and guided me to the bedroom which was dark with only light being fat porn on mute on the tv and the only sound being techno music being played from an IHome speaker. I quickly undressed and laid on the bed. Donte dropped his towel showing off his big black cock which was 6” soft. Donte then laid on top of me and we started to make out. After a while Donte asked me if I was sure about this as once he stuck his cock in me he wasn’t pulling out that that his sperm was super potent and that I would get poz pregnant. I would him this is want I want and that I wanted him to impregnate me. With that Donte rolled over on the bed and told me to suck his cock. I tried my best to get as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, but it was just to big. That’s when Donte got off the bed and pulled my head over the edge of the bed, stood over me and started to face fucked me until I kept gagging on his cock. I could feel his cock get further and further down my throat as my gag reflexes seemed to give up. After what felt like 30 minutes of constant face fucking I finally was able to get all of dontes cock down my throat. My face was covered in pre cum and saliva, as his balls slapoed against my face. donte said that his cock was now ready to convert me. And he had me center myself on the bed, as he got on the bed. He then pulled my legs over his shoulders and lined up his cock to my boy pussy. I could feel the precum and saliva on my face begin to harden. Making it hard to open my eyes. Donte then came in for a long deep kiss and told me this was it. I won’t be leaving until I was impregnated. That’s when he rammed his cock in me. I tried to yell in pain, but he covered my mouth with his. Tears rolled down my face. It hurt so much. It felt like a baseball bat was in me. I was whimpering when he took his mouth off of mine, and he said I was no longer a virgin and that he was only half way. That’s when he took his whole cock out of me leaving me feeling empty. donte then rammed his cock in me again. I felt full inside and I could feel his cock in my stomach. I could see a bulge in my tummy from his cock. I could feel my ass muscles giving in as it tried to tighten and push dontes cock out, to no avail. Each penetration of dontes cock in me the tightening and pushing out of my boy pussy got weaker and weaker. Donte rammed his cock in me 5 or 6 times until I felt his balls against me. Donte then left his cock in me, until my ass finally stopped pulsating around his cock. That’s when he said I was finally open and went to town and long stroking his cock in and out of me. The sound of his balks clapping against my ass, and his and my grunting filled the room. After about 15 minutes of being dicked down the pain went away and pleasure took over. I started moaning loud and told Donte to fuck me harder and to breed me. Donte told me he was close to cumming and looked down at me starring me in the eyes. With our eyes locked Donte let out a loud yell, that’s when I felt his cock go deeper in me then before and his cock start to pulsate in me. I felt my insides get warm. After about 12 pulsates from dontes cock, Donte fell on top of me and said your now pregnant with my baby. We both fell asleep. A few hours later we woke up. Donte said are you ready for round two, as he had morning wood. I felt super sore but was also horny and said yes. That when Donte trapped lube from the top of his bedside dresser and rubber it on his cock and on my boy pussy. He told me that he wanted me to ride his cock. So I did my best to get up and lined my hole up to his cock. I then slowly lowered myself down. That’s when Donte grabbed my hip and pulled them down and raised his hips. Impaling me on his cock. I let out a loud moan. And went limp. Donte let his hips fall to the bed as he held my hips as to keep me impaled. After a minute or two of me just sitting there I started to move my hips, as the pain went away and the pleasure took over. that’s when my phone rang. It was my dad. Donte told me to answer the phone. I did as I was told. My dad asked me where I was and I told him in the best way I could trying to hold back moans that I had left to go to the gym. My dad told me to have a good work out and hung up. Donte laughed and said how would my dad feel knowing his white son was impaled on a old big poz black cock and was going to be pregnant with a poz black baby. My mind was gone at this point and I said I didn’t care and for Donte to cum in me and to give me his poz baby. after what felt like an hour of fucking Donte said are you ready for baby number 2, and grabbed my hips as he let out a load moan. I felt his cock pulsate in me as I could feel his cum fill my insides again. I then fell back in the bed, exhausted, covered in sweat and dontes cock leave my now ruined whole. After laying on the bed for a bit I rolled off the bed and got dressed. Donte told me to let him know when I got morning sickness and a positive pregnancy test. I told him I would as I left his house with my body being sore and my ass filled with cum. When I got to my house I took a shower and went on with my day. Donte and I fucked multiple times over the next month and then I got sick. I got the worst flu in my life. I told Donte this over the phone. He laughed and said it’s poz morning sickness, and to go and get a poz pregnancy test. I did as I was told and took a test. As luck would have it, it came back positive. I was indeed pregnant with a poz black baby. I was 18 and pregnant with a 62 year olds baby.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_m2eHQDucT3NF He fucked him into submission!

I did the reverse… I’m the bottom and told a straight guy who never fucked a guy to just put the head in my hole and edge himself, he can pull out before he came. I used my super hero fuck hole powers to literally suck his dick deeper in my hole. He couldn’t take it anymore and plunge right in with 7” dick. Forgot to mention that I already had cum in my ass as well. He hate fucked me rough and hard, blew his load. Once the fuck high was gone, he split out of there as fast as he could get his pants back on. I guess I reversed the situation that tops normally do. 😈

My ass knows its been used when I go to GC. Even a waiter from my hotel recognised me at breakfast. He became a regular daily in my room whilst there.

Gran canaria is just the fucking best place isn't it!

I am currently camping in the trees along the beach. there is a hot muscular straight dad with his wife and kids camping opposite. got chatting with him he noticed my rainbow watch band He asked if I sucked cock like a good faggot. I sucked him so good that night on the beach he bred me each morning since. Last night said he was packing up tomorrow morning. asked me for my number 😈😜🍆💦

A younger part of a couple texted me yesterday afternoon if I wanted to join them. This guy is a 23yo bearish tattooed guy with a massive cock. His bf is a 45 yo average man with a bigger belly and he also has a thick cock. They had been already playing for 6 hours when I visited them around 21.30. The older one was totally naked, the younger wore a sweatpants and a tank top because he came down to let me in. We undressed as were in the living room, which was full with stuff for the fun. We started to play immediately, kissing and caressing each other’s dicks. This was how it started and from then the flow has been going for 5 hours. We continuously were sucking and fucking each other. Sometimes we were playing in their sling. And we fucked in every possible positions. Many times one of us was in the middle fucking and being fucked. And also one of us was spit roated. Around 1 am the younger guy fucked me so hard in missionary position that I came covering my chest, face and everything around us. I supposed that the night ended with this but I was still horny. Since the younger didn’t want to be bottom further we fucked his bf alternately. At the last hour I felt exhausted and noted that I couldn’t be a top anymore. It wasn’t problem because the couple used me for their pleasure for an hour. I can say that my hole became totally destroyed. Finally, the younger fucked me in missionary again and history repeats itself, I came again covering everything again. It was a really satisfying Easter visit.

Part 4 Stu: I came to and smiled back at Danny who was looking at me intently. If he didn’t have a big smile on his face, I would have thought he was pissed at me for fucking him. “You ok?” I asked and he replied “Hell, yeah.” He then asked if he was ok, since it was his first time with a guy. I laughed and then told him he was much more than “ok.” I told him I was sorry, but we weren’t going to get to do “more” today and he laughed. We talked and he asked some questions about things we did and how he could be better. About all I could offer was to keep practicing and find out what works best for him and to listen for cues from his partner. We got up from the bed a little while later and headed to the shower. I watched him drip a trail of cum across the floor and couldn’t help but laugh. He apologized and I told him that he shouldn’t - it was a sign that he got his partner off and that most bottoms consider it a badge of honor. I wasn't going to tell him about wet spots on the rear of his jeans as he walks home from a hookup or the baths. He would learn soon enough. We showered and I had him push out most of the cum in his ass. He looked a little sad as he watched it go down the drain. We found our clothes and put them on before walking back upstairs. “Thanks, Stu. You don’t know how much this meant to me” he said as we got to the door. “My pleasure, Danny” I replied. He gave me a big hug and a quick kiss and then turned to open the door. “Same time tomorrow?” I asked and he quickly responded “Oh yeah!” —— Danny: When Stu woke back up, he asked me if I was OK. I gave him an enthusiastic “Hell yeah” and then paused. I then asked him if I was a “good fuck, for my first time.” He reassured me that I was better than ok and I hoped he was being honest. I had never asked my sex partner how I was before and wasn’t sure if he was telling me the truth or telling me what I wanted to hear. I guess I would find out in the next few days. If he wanted to have sex again, I must have really been ok. If not, then I will know I sucked. We got up to go shower in the one he had set up in the basement. It was an open shower with no walls on it. There were several drains in the floor and a few shower heads. As I walked over there I could feel the cum drip out of my butt and down my legs. I tried to clench my butt to hold it all in but I couldn’t. Stu actually laughed at me and I told him I was sorry. He told me that it was normal and it was a good thing. Part way through the shower he told me to squat and push out the cum so it didn’t drip out on my way home and in front of my parents. I squeezed most of it out, but I wanted to keep some of it inside me. It just felt so good knowing I had another man’s seed inside me. We got dressed and when I got upstairs I sniffed to see if I could smell cum, but thankfully I couldn’t. I told Stu how much I appreciated him giving me my first gay sex experience. I gave him a hug and kiss and he asked me if I was going to come over the next day. I told him yes and then headed back home. I was really happy as I walked home, having one big question in my life answered. I was gay. Not bisexual, not straight. I was meant to have sex with other men. I would just have to figure out when and how to tell my parents and friends. My parents seemed to notice my happier than normal demeanor at dinner and even commented about it. I just told them it had been a good day with great weather and I was starting to get excited about heading to college. It seemed to satisfy them and they didn’t seem to notice my fidgeting in my chair during dinner from my aching hole. The pain was real and I know it got a lot of abuse earlier but I loved every second. —— Stu: It had been a while since I had taken a guy’s virginity and Danny had probably been the best. He was eager and seemed to enjoy whatever I tried. I was a little concerned when he had hugged and kissed me before he left. I hoped he wasn’t getting too attached and was thinking that we were going to have anything other than a sexual relationship. I guess we were already friends so maybe it would be a fuck buddy relationship. There was also the issue of the viral load I had just pumped into him. I'm not sure how potent it is, but there are a few more poz guys in the burbs now that I've moved here and stopped my meds. Up to now, the florist has been the most fun since he's a real slut that can never get enough dick and gets fucked by at least a dozen guys regularly, but I think he's on PrEP. Now I had Danny and while he was going to head off to college in 11 days, I needed to work quickly. I didn't want to share him with any of the locals since I know how much these people gossip. No, it would be my dick that would be spending most of the time in his ass for the next week and a half. I wasn't going to push him too fast, but soon he'd be taking multiple loads each day inside that fertile boy pussy. With any luck he'd be shooting his own potent seed in his first month at State. —— Danny: The next day, I was over at Stu’s house and we worked on the last bedroom. He suggested I take my shirt off right away and to take my shorts off too so I was just wearing my jockstrap. He said he liked looking at my nearly naked body and I told him he had to do the same. It felt good having someone want to see me naked. I wondered if he found me sexy or just liked to be around naked guys. We worked up a good sweat and ended up leaving the boxes for the trash in the kitchen since we didn’t want to parade outside nearly naked for the neighbors to see. At one point he pulled his phone out and snapped a few pictures of me. We got a little silly and took pictures like they do for the cases of porn videos. I was leaning against the wall with my ass pushed out, bent over the bed, foot on a box showing my spread butt. Stu even took a few more normal pics I could use for an online profile including a few nude pics. He really liked watching me stroke my cock to get it hard for another couple pictures. Stu looked at me and asked “Mind if I send a couple of these to some buddies of mine? I won’t show your face.” “Sure" I replied. He picked out three and then added them to a group chat on his phone. I saw a few of the other pictures that other guys had sent and they were really hot. The pics he sent were me bent over the bed, spread against the wall and a closeup of my bruised hole with a caption of “tapped this 20yo virgin yesterday.” I was proud that he wanted to brag about fucking me to his friends. A few minutes later a few messages came in. Stu showed them to me - “you gonna share?” “nailed him good" "can he walk?” and “I’m next.” “We’ll take a few action shots tomorrow. You should keep those hidden on the sites and send them out only to guys that are really serious about meeting” he told me. “Why tomorrow?” I asked since I was hoping we could fuck again that day. “I figured you would be too sore for anything today” he replied. I grinned back at him and said “I guess we’ll find out.” He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to his bedroom. —— Stu: I was happy when he showed up the next day, eager to work. As much as I wanted to just spend the afternoon fucking his brains out, I didn't want him to think that was all I was interested in. I did want to see if he was up for more, so I suggested he work in just his jockstrap and flipflops. It proved easier than I thought, but he said he'd only do it if I did too. He looked hot walking around in just his jockstrap getting sweatier by the second. The pouch of his jockstrap was pretty full the entire time, so I knew he was turned on. We played around a little while we cleaned up one of the bedrooms. It was mostly grab-ass types of play, but we did suck each other for a minute or two and I got to rim his sweaty ass briefly. We took a break and were drinking some water when I suggested taking a few pictures for him to put up on his profiles. It didn't take long and we got carried away, taking campy photos like they use for porn promo shots. He looked damn hot sticking his ass out, stroking his cock, playing with his nips and sensually licking his lips. I sent him all of the pics and then asked if I could share a few of them with some of my buddies. He agreed without thinking much about it and I picked three good ones that were sure to get my friends eager to pound his ass. It didn't take long and there were replies in the group message and I showed them to Danny. He seemed surprised that my friends all wanted to fuck him. I also got a few private messages asking for more sordid details and one guy even offered me $500 to let him poz Danny. Gio was a little pissed when I said "no" and told him it was going to be my seed that does the deed and he'd already taken the first load. When we finished up cleaning, I told Danny that we could take some action shots the next day. He could send them out to guys he was interested in meeting to prove he wasn't just talking a good game. He asked why tomorrow and when I told him I thought he might be too sore to fuck today he gave me a wicked smile and said "Let's find out!" I didn't need to be told twice and I dragged him to my bedroom. I gave him a little push toward the bed and he eagerly jumped up and had his ass hanging off the edge. "Where'd you learn that move?" I asked and he quickly replied "I've been watching some porn trying to learn what to do." -- Danny: I had spent most of last night thinking about our fuck. At first, I worried about Stu not using a condom, but then I remembered how good it felt when he shot his cum inside me. I'd never get that feeling if he covered his cock. And then I wondered if a latex covered cock would feel like the dildo I tried. His bare cock went in a lot easier than when I tried to push that dildo in. Maybe those girls would have liked sex with me more if I hadn't used a condom. I had decided the feeling of a uncovered cock was worth any risks. Besides, I was sure Stu was experienced enough to know how to avoid getting any sexually transmitted diseases. My dreams that night were just replays of Stu fucking me and I woke covered in cum. I jumped on his bed and looked around. This time I knew a lot more about Stu than I did the last time I was in his bedroom and figured that Stu had probably fucked all of the guys in the pictures. I saw him set his phone down on the nightstand. I almost shot my load right away when he rubbed his damp, sweaty jock over my face. The only scent it was missing was his cum, but it had plenty of his sweat and a trace of piss. He stuffed the jockstrap into my mouth and then began licking my ass. The ring on his cock pushed against my hole and I relaxed, wanting to feel his dick back inside me. Stu didn't spend much time stretching my hole open, he just got my hole soaked in spit and drove his shaft in. I was still sore from the fuck the day before and he wasn't nearly as gentle as last time. I kind of liked it though and thought that he was now treating me like one of his usual bottoms. Maybe it was just me rationalizing it to alleviate my fears of being a bad sex partner. A few times he got too rough and I cried out. Each time, he would back off and try something different. It seemed like he was trying to make it just as pleasurable for me as it was for him. There was no reason that him pounding his bare cock into my ass should feel that good, but it did. We moved into a few positions, each making his cock jab into new places inside me. I knew my cock was leaking and was happy that it was mostly dripping on the floor instead of the bed. Stu laid on my back and I felt his sweaty chest stick to my equally sweaty back. He asked if I wanted him to cum in me again and I yelled out "Oh fuck yeah!" and "Please! Fill me up!" but the spit soaked jock that was in my mouth just turned it into nothing intelligible. A couple seconds later I just screamed out "MMM... HMM" and he seemed to understand that. He fucked harder and then started to shoot his cum inside me again. I could feel his cock pulse around my ass ring and it went on forever. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up so we were standing, his cock still deep inside me. Stu slowly pulled the spit covered jock out of my mouth and I immediately told him how good it felt. He asked if I wanted more and like a greedy puppy I told him yes. As much as I wanted to experience fucking a partner, I also loved the feeling of a cock drilling me until it filled my gut with cum. -- Stu: He was on his knees on the bed and gave me a little butt wiggle. It was cute to see how eager he was to be my fuck toy again. I clicked record on my phone's camera and set it down, leaning it against the picture frame I'd spent a half hour positioning to get a good view of a bed fuck. Peeling off my sweaty jock, I rubbed it over his face and then stuffed it into his mouth. I pushed him on to his stomach before slapping each ass cheek. Prying them apart, I dove in and was rimming his ass again. The day before he seemed to really enjoy it and I did too. Just like yesterday, the pleasure was secondary and my main goal was to give him just enough spit to let my dick get into him. The jock in his mouth was only partially successful in muffling his moans and I was happy the A/C was on and the windows were closed. Once he was slick, I climbed up his body and dragged my cock along the crack before entering him. I left the piercing laying on his hole a moment and then pushed in. It took another harder shove before my cock had driven past the outer ring and was now inside Danny's tight chute. Danny yelled out and I stopped, letting his bruised ass get used to my cock again. With only spit for lube, it wasn't going in as easy as the day before. I reached under him and started playing with his nips and barely a minute later he was pushing his ass up, trying to get more of my dick inside. The pause had let some of my precum coat his chute and I started plowing in. It took some work initially, but as he stretched out and got slicker I could fuck harder and deeper. About ten minutes later, I pulled him off the edge of the bed. His chest was flat on the bed, his feet flat on the floor and his butt was begging for me to shove my dick back in. I knew I should have been gentler on him, but I fucked him like most of the more experienced guys I did. When I got too hard, he did yell out, but he took it pretty well. The roughness of our fuck would make him more receptive to my tainted seed, too. I leaned over his back and continued drilling him. Now, I could feel his moans in addition to hearing them. "Getting close Danny, want me to breed you again?" I groaned into his ear. He tried to speak, but with the jockstrap still stuck in his mouth just gibberish came out. "What?" I asked, chuckling to myself. A distinct "MMM HMM" came out of his mouth. I pounded him harder and his moans gave way to grunts until I planted my cock into him and felt my cock shoot volleys of cum into his battered tunnel. My chest was heaving after I had finished breeding him a second time. I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him with me as I stood up, my cock still inside him. When we were upright, I pulled my jock out of his mouth. "Oh fuck! I can't believe how good that felt. I didn't want it to end" Danny said. "You want more?" I asked, sounding very surprised. "Yeah I do. I mean... if you want to. I'll understand if I'm not as good as the guys you're used to fucking" he replied. -- Danny: It felt good to be filled with cum again but I wasn't sure why. He asked if I wanted more and of course I said yes but then told him I probably wasn't as good as the guys he was used to fucking. He laughed and told me I had nothing to worry about. "You're learning quick. Your eagerness just shows that you found your true self" Stu said. We laid on the bed a bit. I licked some of the cum off his cock and played with the piercing again. It was a challenge to keep my ass clenched shut to hold the huge load of cum he filled me with, but I loved the sloppy feeling. A little later, Stu crawled between my legs and pushed his stiff cock back into my cum filled hole. This time he was a lot gentler but my ass was really sore when a half hour later he growled and shot more cum inside me. We laid there a while afterwards and he saw me fidgiting, trying to not let his cum run all over the bed. He figured out what I was doing and a minute later was eating my ass again, trying to suck some of the cum out. I really wanted to keep it all in, but his tongue just kept digging more and more of it out. Stu suddenly stopped and moved back next to me and gave me a long kiss. When he pushed some of the cum into my mouth I was shocked. I had tasted my own cum a lot of times but this tasted a lot different. There was a little coppery taste to it and it seemed sweeter than mine too. We kept passing it back and forth, adding our spit each time. He pulled away from our kiss, leaving the cum in my mouth. "Swallow" he said to me with a grin. I savored the load on my tongue one last time and swallowed it down. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever done. "Lets go shower. You should get home soon. I don't want to piss off your parents" Stu said. We made it into the upstairs bathroom and he then told me I could empty the load in the shower. I told him "I want to keep it in until I go to sleep" and was unsure how he'd respond. He winked at me and told me to stay right there and went back to the bedroom. A couple minutes later he came back with a short dildo with a skinny part at one end before a wide base. Stu bent me over and pushed it into my ass and once the wide part was past my ring, it sucked itself the rest of the way in. "Bring it back tomorrow, but that plug should hold all of that cum inside until your body absorbs it" he told me.

The Risk of Sharing Sarah Sarah and I had been married for four years before we started going down a path that we couldn’t come back from. We started dating in high school and were each other’s only sexual partner until we married shortly after finishing college. We both came from conservative backgrounds. Needless to say, we didn’t have a whole lot of experimentation or experience other than what we’d learned in ‘family planning’ units in health class and what we learned experimenting together. We had fooled around before getting married, but hadn’t gone ‘all the way’ until our wedding night. Looking back, I still think she’s the hottest woman in the world. I didn’t know she could ever be as filthy as she evolved to be. I also didn’t know that going down this path with her could have been such a turn on. Let me tell you how we got there. In college, I loved eating Sarah’s pussy, and we didn’t fuck until we were married. She was so tight. I loved opening her up with a finger or two and lapping at her fleshy pink lips. She got super wet and would rock back and forth so I could tongue fuck her. I always got her off with my tongue and fingers and she’d reciprocate by giving me great head. I’ve got a solid six inches, pretty thick from base to tip and a cut mushroom head. After a few tries, she was able to get my cock all the way down her throat so she could suck me and tickle my balls with her tongue. That kind of sex got us through college and the whole wedding planning process. We had a serious talk about our plan for birth control and condoms after getting married. She wanted to really feel me our first time, so we basically planned the wedding so our honeymoon would be in her safe time. On our wedding night, she rode me bareback no less than three times, and she let me cum inside her each time. After that, we’d have fantastic oral sex for her risky week and she’d let me go raw the other week, but always made me pull out just in case. The only time I wasn’t fucking her bareback was when it was her time of the month. Basically, that worked for four years with no scares and no need for her to go on birth control or for me to use condoms. Then, of course, the inevitable happened. She felt so good on my cock that I didn’t pull out in time. I thought she’d be furious with me, but instead, she loved it. She said that the risk really turned her on. So, we explored that for a few months. Risk can be such a turn on. Now, Sarah begged me to cum inside her three weeks out of the month, whether she was ovulating or now. I made sure to keep a supply of condoms on hand in case she ever wanted me to wear one, but whenever I tried to use protection, she egged me on to enjoy the thrill of the risk. She was getting more and more into the idea of risky sex. She told me that cum really turned her on, especially on or in her pussy. I had to admit that the sight of her freshly filled pussy really turned me on. I asked her if she wanted to go on birth control, and she did think about it, but decided it would kill the idea of risky sex for her, so we were now really playing cum roulette. One time, she begged me to ‘fill her up’ when it really wasn’t safe, and I have to admit it turned me on to know that I could be knocking her up. That turned us both on so much that I stayed hard, and fucked her again. I looked down to see my cummy cock slipping in and out of her, and it made me shoot inside again. That was the first time she took two loads. About this time, Sarah became closer to Kate, a mutual friend from college. Kate had been what we called a ‘fast girl’ and she had lots of boyfriends. I came home from work once a bit late, and they’d had a few glasses of wine together. As I entered the front door, I overheard Kate telling her something about ‘how good it felt, taking their cum. And even better having him eat it out of you!’ I even heard the unmistakable sound of a sopping wet pussy being fingered. Sarah was masturbating while Kate was telling her some naughty story. I listened to Sarah orgasm and catch her breath before loudly opening the door and announcing, ‘honey, I’m home!’ She met me at the door flustered and blushing. Kate winked at me and made her way out. Once she was gone, Sarah pounced on me and tore my clothes off. We made love, well, fucked really, right there on the living room floor. She begged me to ‘fill her up,’ and I knew it wasn’t a safe time. I asked if she was sure, and she just begged me. I shot a big load deep in her pussy and she came on my dick. I went soft and slipped out. She leaned back on her shoulders and spread her legs, showing me her cummy pussy. I’d never really examined up close what her tight little cunt looked like freshly fucked, puffy. Her lips were puffy and red, and my cum spattered all along her slit, slowly oozing out. She reached for my face, and I leaned in think she wanted me to kiss her, and instead, she guided my head down to her crotch. She pushed my face right into the cummy mess we’d made. I couldn’t pull back, so I just went with it. I lapped at her pussy and knew I was eating my own sperm as it oozed out of her slit. She moaned and cooed, ‘yeah, make sure you get it all. It’s not my safe time.’ And her body was wracked by an orgasm. I’d gotten her off on my tongue before we were married, and I wish I could say that my tongue got her off this time too. Her telling me to clean her out because she was ovulating was what made her cum. I honestly didn’t mind the taste or the texture. It kind of turned me on to know that my tongue might be all that stood between her egg and my cum meeting inside her. After that time, she nearly always wanted me to eat her out after filling her up. I never denied her what she wanted. I knew she and Kate talked about it and Kate even made one joke once asking if I was ‘developing any new tastes lately.’ I just grinned, certain they told each other everything. Sarah said, ‘soon, when I’m ready..’ and Kate just winked. One night after dinner and a bottle of wine, Sarah cuddled next to me on the sofa. She told me that she was really turned on by the risky sex we’d been having but wanted a little something more. I asked her what she had in mind, turned on by this sexy side of her coming out. She confessed that she fantasized about letting another man fuck her, maybe even letting him cum inside her one day. I was taken aback but told her that I’d naturally support her in whatever she wanted. She was overjoyed and we started to lay out a process to get another man’s cock, and possibly cum inside her unprotected pussy. I never felt offended, but unsure how to proceed. Sarah was mortified that someone other than me and Kate would discover her kinky risk fetish, so she enlisted Kate’s help. It turned out that Kate was really into risky sex too but had a lot more experience than me or Sarah. Kate was going to find a guy, a stranger to us, to fuck my wife. I suggested that we use some sort of protection with this guy. I mean, it was risky enough having your wife fucked by a stranger, so we agreed to use condoms this time. Sarah would get a new dick in her and see if she liked it, and I’d see if I could handle it. We agreed that if this didn’t go well, we’d wait for one year to sit and think about our risky marital monogamous sex. Kate made the plans, and one night after work in her safe time, as planned, a tall slim guy rang our doorbell. We’d never done anything like this before, so it was, honestly, awkward. He politely introduced himself as Bill and we had a glass of wine together. We repeated our terms and talked about how it would go. They’d kiss while I ate Sarah’s pussy and got her ready for Bill to fuck, safely. I was relieved that they both followed the plan. When I’d gotten Sarah wet and opened up, Bill pulled down his pants and hefted out a long skinny dick. I bet it was seven inches long. He rolled a condom on and it went about two-thirds of the way down his shaft. I realized then that this would not only be the only cock other than mine inside her, it would also be the first time she’d ever been fucked with a condom. I jerked off while Bill mounted her and slid inside. Sarah immediately came on his dick. He was about an inch longer than me and I knew he was hitting spots she’d never felt before. He pounded her cunt and talked dirty to her asking her if she liked him plowing her married pussy. He asked me if I wanted to fuck her after he’d stretched her out and opened her up. I nodded that indeed I did! He laid down on his back and had Sarah slide down on his pole to ride him. She grimaced as she sank down, complaining that the friction didn’t feel good to her. She asked if I’d help her out, and reached out to my face. Once again, she drew my face to her pussy, only now, it was full of another man’s rubbered cock. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the spot where his dick penetrated her. He went so deeply that the entire condom was swallowed by her pussy. When he was deepest inside Sarah, it looked like he was fucking her raw. In that moment, I couldn’t help but think that I could never have imagined Sarah wanting an experience like this. And I knew we’d both be ok with doing something like this again. When Bill was close, he dutifully pulled out. Sarah hovered on her haunches as he blasted his load all over her pussy lips. I was grateful that none got in her. Bill got dressed and respectfully gave her a peck on the cheek. I was still crouched between her legs savoring the sight of her freshly fucked pussy spattered with a stranger’s seed. It was the first time she’d brought another man to orgasm, and his load was perilously close to her vagina. She told me she had a great time and wanted me to fuck her bareback and fill her up. I put my dick right inside her and pounded her until I shot my load deep into her cervix. When I pulled out, I realized that I must have fucked some of Bill’s semen inside her and I told her as much. She grinned and simply suggested, ‘then you’d better make sure you get it all out…’ I dove into her pussy and lapped all of the cum that poured forth, knowing that I was likely eating another man’s seed. The taste didn’t offend me, and I knew she liked it too. Sarah asked me to snap a few photos of her freshly fucked pussy and I was happy to record the sight. I was a little unnerved when she immediately texted them to Kate, who I’m sure passed them on to Bill. Not only had another man fucked my wife, he now had naked photos of her. I asked Sarah if she wanted to see Bill again and she thought about it, but decided instead that it would turn her on to have Kate find her a new guy. Kate arranged it. Sarah’s next partner was supposed to come over a month to the day from when we’d had fun with Bill, but his schedule changed, and he would up coming over a week later. This was a slightly less safe time than with Bill, but this guy would agree to wear a rubber too. Andy showed up right on time. We’d done this once before, so Sarah and I were a bit less nervous. Andy was middle-aged, a bit older than us, but he clearly went to the gym regularly and worked out. He was shorter than me but had a toned body that I knew would look hot fucking my wife. I was startled to realize that I’d never though anything like that before. As with Bill, I ate Sarah’s pussy while they made out. Then he got undressed and pulled out his thick cock. It was a little longer than mine, but much thicker. I knew Andy would stretch her out and it would feel amazing fucking her afterwards with her cunt opened up and loose. Andy put on a condom and slid into her pussy in one long slow thrust. She raised her hips to meet his cock. When he was fully inside her, his thick cock stretched her pussy lips wider than they’d ever been stretched. She groaned from his size and winced from the friction. Sarah asked me to lay down and she got on top of me in a 69-position, with my cock in her mouth, and I lapped at her puffy pussy as Andy slid back in. I didn’t mind his sheathed cock sliding back and forth over my tongue as I lubricated their sex. He talked dirty to her and told her that he could feel her pussy loosening up. He joked that I shouldn’t worry and she’d tighten up in a few days. Sarah reached back and spread her lips wide. Andy, the second stranger to have his dick inside my wife, pounded into her. He tore off the condom and sprayed his load right into her unprotected opened-up pussy. She immediately lowered her creampie right down onto my face. I eagerly lapped at her cunt as she deep-throated my dick. I wanted her to pull off so I could fuck her too, but she kept up her pace and I shot my load deep in her throat, my face covered in Andy’s cum. By the time we caught our breath, Andy had dressed and gone. Sarah asked me to get her a glass of wine, and when I returned, she was fingering herself taking selfies of her cummy open pussy and sent them right off to Kate. She asked me if I’d had fun and I had to admit that I did, but I was a little sad I hadn’t cum inside her. She spread her pussy and beckoned me to her. My dick slid right into her. I knew I hadn’t gotten all of Andy’s sperm off of/out of her, and I knew my dick was likely smearing his cum into her. I said as much, and she just moaned and repeated, ‘clean me out, baby. It’s not my safe time.’ As I fucked her, she whispered how good my raw cock felt inside her, and knowing it wasn’t her safe time made it even more hot. I fucked her as long as I could and added my load to the cummy mess slipping out of her sloppy pussy. Seeing my cum-covered cock slip out of her kept me hard. I would finger and eat her then fuck her some more. I know some of Andy’s cum made it deep inside her, and that I was responsible for that, and it turned us both on. We had been planning these extra-marital sessions every month or so, but Sarah was enjoying herself so much that she asked if we could try it every other week. Now, that meant every other session was likely to occur when Sarah was ovulating. I asked if that was a good idea and she told me that it was the whole point. The risk of getting knocked-up made her cum, and I liked being part of making her cum. Two weeks after our session with Andy, Kate arranged for one of her exes to come over to fuck my wife with me. I remembered Sam from college and knew Sarah had found him attractive then. Kate had told her that he was very well endowed and that she still slept with him from time to time. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to meet with a guy who Sarah sort of had a crush on, but we did it anyway. When he showed up, Sam told us that he had fathered three kids and had a vasectomy. Sarah’s face lit up. She told him that the other guys had been ok with wearing condoms, but since he was ‘clipped,’ he could go bareback. Sarah made that decision on his own and all I could do was nod. Sam was by far the most well-hung man I’d ever seen in person, and as he’d be the fourth man to fuck my wife, he’d penetrate her the deepest. We hadn’t discussed the plan in as much detail as we had with the other guys. Sarah laid down on her back and Sam lined up his big dick with her mouth and face-fucked her pretty aggressively while I ate her out. I worked three fingers into her to help her open up for his big dick. Sam sat on the sofa, his raw dick pointing straight up. Sarah squatted over him and tried to sit on him, but he was just too big. Sam suggest I try spitting on his cock a little, so I did. Inches from my face, he tighten his muscles and it smacked against my lips. He asked me to get the head wet. I knew I was very close to blowing another guy, but I wanted my wife to be happy. She was cooing and leaned back. She pulled her pussy lips open with both hands and asked me to guide him into her. I grasped the base of Sam’s cock and aimed him right inside my wife. She slipped down to his balls. Sarah rode that man’s bare cock until he was ready to cum. He asked where she wanted it, and Sarah begged him to fill her up. I watched his cock tense up as he fired his blanks deep into her cunt. Sam didn’t excuse himself like the others had. Instead, he took photos as Sarah showed off her ruined bred pussy. He texted them to Kate as I lined my dick up and fucked my wife. She moaned and grunted saying next time she wanted twice as many loads inside. That made me cum. As we caught our breath, Kate messaged Sarah to ask if she wanted to see Bill and Andy again. They were jealous that Sam got to go bareback and they wanted to breed Sarah as well. With Sam, there had been less risk, but psychologically we both needed to see if she was ready to take bareback cock. Next time it would be two bareback cocks, plus mine, or so I thought. To weeks later, Sarah was ovulating on the night Bill and Andy came over. We knew we’d be taking the biggest risk we’d taken so far. Knowing that, we had to make a plan just in case she missed her next period. I suggested the morning after pill, going so far as to offer to pick it up from the pharmacy. She didn’t like that idea and told me she had a plan and she’d tell me at the same time as the other guys. Over two bottles of wine, Bill and Andy discussed what Sarah would like to happen. She was shy as she explained how much taking cum at a risky time turned her on. She looked at me to agree, and I honestly told them it turned us on. They asked I was ok eating their loads out of her as the only form of protection we would use, and I nodded. Sarah was thrilled and started kissing both of them. With two men there, I was more on the sidelines than I’d been when they fucked my wife solo. Sarah sucked Bill’s cock while Andy ate her pussy and fingered her ass. They switched places before getting her on her hands and knees and Andy slid inside. Andy complained that her sopping pussy wasn’t quite wet enough, so I crawled under Sarah’s heaving chest and lapped at her pussy and Andy’s raw cock. Rather than suck my dick, she gobbled at Bill’s cock. The two men switched places but Sarah and I remained in the same spot. As with Sam, Bill asked me to guide his bare cock into my wife. I lapped at the spot where their bodies me. Bill came first and planted his seed as deeply as he could. When he pulled out, a dollop of his cum dripped straight into my open mouth. I would have tasted more if Andy hadn’t slid right in and pounded her like his life depended on it. Andy was fucking my wife too aggressively for me to fuck-lick, so I just laid back and enjoyed the show. I’d never been so close to her orgasmic cunt as Andy shot his load. Rather than pull out immediately, Andy muttered something about letting his seed soak into her belly. He did soften enough to pull out, releasing a torrent of mixed cum pouring out of my wife. Sarah moaned as I went to lick her pussy, and she suggested we all have another glass of wine. So, we did. Sarah was seated on our sofa, and I watched a trickle of cum ooze onto the cushion. I asked if she wanted any help cleaning up her mess, basically offering to eat two strangers’ cum out of her, in front of them. It was a little humiliating, but the thought of it kept me rock hard. Andy grabbed his phone. It turned out that he’d snapped a few photos while Bill was breeding my wife, and Bill had done the same for him. I must admit they were hot. I was a little mortified that he sent them on to Kate. The guys finished their wine and left. I asked Sarah if she was ready for me to finish and clean her up. She asked me to text Kate and ask what we should do, so I did. Kate replied, RISK TURNS YOU ON RIGHT? YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS TO TAKE THAT RISK TO THE NEXT LEVEL. YOUR WIFE HAS TWO LOADS INSIDE HER FERTILE CUNT. 1/ DON’T CLEAN HER OUT. LET THOSE LOADS SOAK INTO HER OVERNIGHT. 2/ FUCK HER WITH A CONDOM ON. EITHER WAY, IF SHE MISSES HER PERIOD, YOU KNOW IT’S NOT YOUR’S. TAKE PICS. I was about to bust a nut, so I put on a condom, for the first time ever, I fucked her safely. It’s funny to think of it as safe sex knowing that with every thrust, I was forcing two guy’s cum deeper into my wife’s pussy. I snapped a few photos with Sarah’s phone and she begged me to fuck that cum into her. It felt so wrong. I wanted to pull out and remove the condom, but didn’t make it in time. I came inside her, filling the latex reservoir with my cum. Sarah took a photo of my huge load bulging in the rubber. I texted the pics to Kate, and asked her, ‘Do you take risks like this?’ She replied, WHAT ARE YOU, CRAZY? I’M ON THE PILL. IT’D BE A HUGE RISK TO TAKE ALL THAT CUM AND NOT BE PROTECTED. Kate still regularly organizes new guys to come over and fuck my wife. Now we’re on several adult websites and know a little more about how to make new friends, all of whom are willing to breed my wife. Sarah and I have had many other adventures, which nearly always end up with her taking other men’s seed. We’ve had some close calls, and I still usually fuck her bareback and fill her up. Sometimes though, when she’s ovulating, she’ll only let another man, or men, cum inside her. Sometimes I eat their cum, sometimes their dicks go in my mouth. I don’t mind as long as Sarah is happy.

I’d always been interested in the chems scene, I’d done party drugs as a younger guy but now in my 40s had never fucked on any chems, just some poppers and occasional weed. I was in a London hotel on business and had a regular hook up with a fuck buddy of mine in the early evening. He’d left me well fucked and with an ass full of cum but just before I went to sleep I hopped on Grindr to see who was about. It was quite late and I found myself chatting to a guy a little older than me, Hispanic, hung and a top. he asked if I’d be up for some T and G and I said sure. He was at my hotel within 20 mins. He set things up, I grabbed some coke from the mini bar and we did a ml of g each and he got me puffing away on his pipe. We had the shower running hot and smoked in the bathroom so as not to risk setting off alarms. As we did this we were naked and got to drop to my knees and start sucking on his thick brown cock. It was huge and as it grew in my mouth I struggled to deep throat it all. as the g kicked in I found myself panting and feeling more sleazy than ever before and begging him to fuck me. we moved onto the bed and snogged and 69d for a bit, he used his fingers to open up my tight hole and get me ready, I huffed some poppers as he did this. Then he lay me on my front abs pushed my face into the pillow as he began to stretch my ass wide open, easing his thick cock into my hungry ass. I closed my eyes and moaned and writhed beneath him, loving how horny and hot I felt. soon he was ball deep inside me and beginning to really fuck me, pounding his huge cock into me as I pushed back into him, both of us dripping with sweat. after he’d fucked me in few positions he pulled out and had me suck his cock for a while. Then suggested we blow some more clouds and top up on our g too. Whilst on the bathroom smoking and getting hot we both cruised on line and found another top guy who said he was hnh and ready to blow a load. he was with us within 15 mins, he was tall, really tall, and when he got naked had a massive rock hard cock. He smoked some with us first and he and my friend shared the pipe whilst I sucked them both. then they took me into the bedroom and proceeded to take turns at both ends. The new guy said soon that he was going to cum and pounded away hard and deep on my ass as he filled my with his heavy load. He pulled out and I licked and sucked his cock clean, tasting his cum and my ass on his thick my limp dick. he cleaned up and left and my buddy said it’s still early, I’ve got plenty of chems left and I’m going to use you all night and get others to do the same!!

Titpig is god. I remember discovering him on PipeBears back in dial up days. Then the pornos......WOOOOOOOOOF!. We exchanged short videos on ICUII at one point. I was fortunate enough to Skype with him a few times during lockdown. I finally got to tell him what a massive fan I was and how he made me the Daddy chasing PipeCub I am today. I dreamt of the day I'd finally get to meet him in person at smokeout...but alas The day after Steve passed I was feeling low but had a play session planned with a Daddy friend that afternoon. I queued up my Titpig playlist to watch on the TV. What followed was one of the best play sessions I've ever had. I'd like to think Steve was there in spirit encouraging me. We smoked big pipes and fat cigars, fisted, fucked, exchanged dirty verbal and exploring eachothers fantasies. I definitely released my "inner Titpig". It was a nice tribute to The Original PipeDaddy.

A few days ago , a local soldier (very early 30s) a complete slag who loves to be fucked ass up head down on the bed in his army house in a thong and fatigue bottoms. I have met him a few times , but often away on tour , he always used to take a bit of persuading - but PREP has allowed him to release his inner slut. We were chatting and he asked if I was up for a fuck , I answered id would defiantly do him with a load in him. I would guess he's popular with a few regulars , what's not to like with a fit squaddy cum dump who's always game. He lives at accommodation near the base I have a trade means van so can park easily - its always a rush walking though the estate with fit army guys and there wives around. Normal format I arrive , he's on the bed ass up , but this time with some cum on the bed from the other guy - no need for any subtlety just straight in him up to my nuts. He is lovely and warm with the other guys load , it didn't take lock to add mike very deep arms round him to get maximum penetration.

This is one of the best stories here. I really love it. Thank you so much!

Daddy knows best! 😏

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Within half an hour two more guys had shown up, they’d come together from a club and were both a bit tipsy and coked up with rock hard and decent sized cocks and they got to work straight away at both ends of me whilst my buddy made sure I had regular puffs and stayed topped up on g. just as the two clubbers were cumming he left the room. I was on my back on the bed with my head hanging off the side so one of them fucked my throat and pumped gush after gush of hot cum down my neck, there was so much I dribbled out the side of my mouth and I thought I was going to choke. At the same time his mate slammed in and out hard three times, filling my ass with yet more cum. As they were getting cleaned up my buddy came back in the room with a young black guy, he got stripped and did some t whilst I got to work on his cock. By now we’re just smoking in the room, I didn’t care anymore. I still had cum all over my face and chin from the last guy and his big cock grew quickly in my mouth and soon was filling my throat. he flipped me over so I was face down and got on top of me. I was face down and flat on the bed but he pushed one of my knees up so I was sort of side on, my sticky, cum filled ass open to him, he straddled my straight leg and started to nudge his now huge and rock hard cock into me. my buddy just held poppers under my nose saying it looked like I may need them, despite how used my ass was. As the new guy pushed further and further in to my wanton ass I found my buddies cock and begun sucking and licking it so it got hard again. He snogged the young guy over my back and it all just felt so passionate and horny. we stayed like this for a while when there came a knock on the door and it was two more guys my buddy had arranged, a French couple who turned out to be staying in the same hotel!! They got stripped and straight down to it. The black lad let them get in my ass right away and they asked if I wanted to two cocks at once. I just told them they could do whatever they wanted, so on hot to the edge of the bed so his feet where on the floor and told me to get on top, I got is long cock inside me and leant forward to kiss him. As I did so, his boyfriend began squeezing his cock alongside the other. I groaned and shuddered as his bellend popped inside and his length side into me and they both started to move. I had never felt so utterly filled up. As I my head started to swim the young black led came and fed me his cock, fucking my mouth as he held me still. My fuck buddy was stroking his cock and watching saying “fuck yeah” as this all happened. Before I knew it the French guys both came together and I could feel the cum gushing out of my gaping ass when they pulled out. the other guy then got behind me and just pounded away until he gave me his load too. They all cleaned up and left. by now it was about 9am, I was covered in and full of cum and my fuck buddy and I still had to cum. He loaded the bowl one more time and we both did another hit of g, we then 69d for ages, him on top, working my cock and getting almost his whole hand in my ass at the same time. I was alternating between sucking his cock and eating his puckered ass hole. eventually he said he needed to fuck me so I got on my back with my legs in the air and he fucked me as we snogged and he wanked my cock. It didn’t take too long until he was moaning and filling my ass with yet another load. he got off me and we went back into a 69 so I could taste and clean his cock whilst he furiously worked my cock and finger fucked my ass…when I said I was cumming he shoved his mouth on to my cock and took my huge load in his mouth. After I’d finished jolting and shuddering, he came kissed me with my cum swirling between us and thick sticky globs and strings. he got up and showered and every when he kissed me goodbye, I was still laying naked, a sticky, sweaty, spunky mess and I fell asleep like that for a couple of hours before waking up, showering and making my room presentable enough before I checked out!!!

I love this idea : being a little horny slut on her ovulation period so I become crazy and I can’t think of anything except getting pregnant. So I behave in the sluttiest way to make my bull horny enough to knock up and shoot as maximum seed as he can in my pussy. Once he pull his dick out I want to plug myself to let my body absorbs all the sperm inside. Getting so much sperm inside me that in the end he can’t put his dick inside my pussy as it is so full of sperm so I just suck him until he shoot above my open hole. I have a glass plug so I can see all the white juice inside. My belly has grow so I can put my hand on it and feel impregnanted by my stallion. Or so damn horny that I do an impregnantation gangbang to maximize my chances. I forbid all the men to cum anywhere but my pussy. I finish the night with so much different semen inside me. Mmmmhhh love it

went to a club recently, ended up grinding with this hot lil guy all night. dude loved bears, kept pushing his ass back on my tent and belly. got so rock, fella wanted to blow me for a while in the dark room. the blowjob was great, and he said something along the lines of "I wanna sit on this so bad", to which I started grinding on his hole, skin on skin this time. at this point I'm hard as fuck, knowing I'm about to have some anonymous bareback at a club. he lubed us both up, and oh man I slid into him no problem. dude opened up easy for me, my bare cock stretched his guts until I was balls deep raw in him. we both groaned and bucked together, finally getting to dick down after all that build up, immediately to barebacking didn't last long, we were both so pent up. hammered his hole until I pumped my load deep in him, ended up soaking his guts with that stuff, he was leaking it out all over the dancefloor when we left lol. loved it, anon barebacking drives me nuts.

earlystart is back, I believe this story is going to go on soon.

It’s the Wednesday before Easter and I’m off work for a fortnight. I’ve not been up to any mischief for a while so a sauna visit was on the cards today. After collecting my French poppers I’d sent off for, it was a drive into the park and ride before catching the subway to the city. I arrived at around 2pm, prepped, showered and had a wander. It wasn’t very busy but that didn’t bother me, it would get busy over time. My first breeding was after about an hour. I was upstairs in the dark room and I was leaned up against the wall with my arse out. A tall lad came in and lingered across from me. There was no others around. I poked my hairy, fuckable arse out a bit more and fingered my well lubed hole. He came over and stood behind me. I felt his nice thick cock press against my hole, then he was past both sphincters and pounding. It was amazing to feel a cock in me again. He built up a rhythm and bred my cunt after 5 minutes or so. He left happy and I could feel his cum dribbling down my leg, nice. Horny myself now, I was off to the sling in the dark room. It’s far comfier than the one in the cubicle. I could see someone lingering and in came a chunky bear cub, so sexy. He had a really thick cock and rock hard. He had no trouble sliding in as I was lubed up with cum by now. He was nice and aggressive in his pounding, gave it hell for leather smacking against my arse. He asked for my poppers, which I obliged, a fresh bottle of “Iron Fist”, good poppers but tends to leak a bit in its aluminium container. Well the poppers was enough to push him over the edge. He speeded up even more and loudly deposited load number 2 in my willing cunt. Another happy customer. I went hack to the adjoining part of the dark room and was against the wall again. There was a few lads about and I felt a hand on my arse before cock number 3 slid in. He wasn’t as big nor as hard as the previous 2 but got harder as he fucked me. I’m not a size queen, cocks come in all shapes and sizes to be enjoyed. He quickened his rhythm and I could see another top standing close, wanking as he watched the scene. This was going to be a tag team fuck, one of my favourites. Sure enough, load number 3 was deposited in my willing cunt. As soon as he slipped out, cock number 4 was banging away. He was thick and rock hard, blowing a massive load in me. I was hoping for another tag but unfortunately none came so off I wandered again. Load number 5 came in the suck a thon room downstairs. A slim twinkly lad had his cock through a gloryhole so of course I obliged. I sucked him hard. Now oral is OK but it’s not the end destination. I kneeled in position on the bench and he came downstairs and slid his cock in. It was thin and long, not the hardest but hard enough to do the job. I got 5 more loads that afternoon. One was particularly memorable. A very squat bear, big belly but a nice thick cock. The position had to be right as his belly would get in the way if we went doggy. I met him downstairs in the “suck a thon” room, wanking off to the porn on TV. We made eye contact and I got down to sucking him, which he seemed to appreciate. Oral always leads to anal for me so I got him in position, lying on the bench with his legs dangling down. It’s the best position for a beer belly. I sat on his impressive cock and rode him for the next 5 minutes. He loved it, I could feel him building up to climax. His cock shot its load in my cunt, contracting as he did so. My innards were coated in cum when I got off. After a few more loads, I bumped into the same lad again in the corridors and he was still horny! We went into a cabin and I got him into the same position. He was verbal this time, calling me a “horny, sexy fucker” and a “horny slut” as he blew his second load into me. By now I was leaking cum everywhere. This is when I switch to top mode. I found a sexy bottom in a cubicle, slim and hairless but a nice chunky arse. I got to it, taking a good 10 minutes to climax. The thought of all that cum in my ass made it all the better. I was loud and verbal when I shot my week long load in him and lelt the sauna a happy slut. I’d be back in 3 days, that’s another story..

Guy: “I identify as straight.” Me: “Why is that?” Guy: “I’m not sexually attracted to dudes, man.” Me: “You just fucked me up the ass, and you haven’t even pulled out yet.” Guy: “…” Exactly.

4. Member of the Team I woke up naked covered in mud with a mouth that tasted like a sick raccoon had thrown up in it. My head felt kicked in by a moose. After the automated sprinklers went on way before dawn, I had been feverishly hot but the wetness and cold made me stir. I had no idea where I was. It was still dark. I heard hissing like snakes around me, then water gushed periodically over my skin. It took a couple of good drenches to motivate me get moving. It was a struggle, I got to tell you, just to get on my hands and knees. One palm on the ground, rest; one bent knee, rest; another palm on the ground—rising up was obviously going to take a while. By the time I got on all fours, I had pieced together enough flashes of the previous evening to realize there was a narrative, if I followed it, which led to me struggling to crawl out of the bushes, being soaked by a cold spray, and caked in mud. I had been fucked for the first time in my life. That part was now clear. I remembered it was by my hot roommate, who I subsequently fisted and jerked off in his ass. This was also a premiere event. I was in back of the library, but looking around, saw no sign of said hot roommate, good ol' fist and cock taker, Drake Chadwick. Pulling on clothes over a muddy body has got to be one of the most uncomfortable feelings in the world, but I’m not about to cross campus naked, so I suck it up and get back to the dorm uncomfortably but uneventfully. A Goth girl has done an all-nighter at the reception desk, and she wants to look at me as much as I want to be looked at. I slip up to my room, find it’s empty, and bring a towel to the group showers. I spend ten minutes just letting the warm spray wash over my head. When I get back to the room it’s still dark outside, and I lay on my bed, I swear, for two seconds, and instantly my alarm screams at me with the blinding sun shining through the open window. Still no beefcake Drake. Somehow I make it to the pool by seven a.m. For everyone but me this is first practice for the water polo team. Since I missed the tryouts, this is, by default, my tryout. I gotta admit to you, swimming’s my thing. I don’t know water polo from horsey polo. But it’s in a swimming pool, so how hard can it be. I’m wearing the Levi cutoffs from home, which is the only swimsuit I own. I stand out from the rest of the team like some Okie cousin. Everyone's in identical red speedos, and everyone’s trying to avoid eye contact, which makes me even more self-conscious. Of course it’s Reznor, with his scruffy chin beard, who’s the first one to shout out to me in his Foghorn Leghorn drawl, “Nice shorts, Daisy Mae,” which makes several of his blond boys snicker. The best I can do with my cobweb-for-a-brain is to flip him the bird. Great come back, yeah, I know. There’s an earsplitting whistle bouncing off all the white tiles. Coach Brandon descends stairs from his office on the floor above like a Greek god coming to earth from Mouth Olympus. He’s wearing white shorts, white sneakers and a clingy red tank top, which only accentuates his bronze body reflected in the glassy pool. I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks this way. Drake, in his red speedo, follows closely down the stairs. His cheeks are even more flushed than yesterday when I first met him jacking off in our dorm room. I recognize most everyone around the pool, but there are six older guys hanging out together. I figure they’re the ones that live in one of the townhouses. They’re older—only guys that are juniors and seniors get to live in the townhouses. I’ll leave out the commentary, but they’re six of the hottest bodies I’ve ever seen. All perfect V-shapes, six foot and up range, with lat spans like eagle's wings; a half dozen perfect specimens of the male form in every skin tone the good Creator blessed us with. “Break into groups of four,” coach says. “Townhouse, split three and three. Hannigan and Fernandez, you’ll relay first and again fourth. Freestyle up and back, and make sure your team touches the wall.” The townhouse guys form two groups in lane one and two. Paxton the stutterer, wee Tommy (who looks like he's been up all night and has a happy smile plastered on his face), Rafiki and I line up in lane three. Dick-face Reznor, Steve Reynold (who also looks a little out of it, but, man, what a Gluteus to the Maximus the boy has), the towering van den Haus, and beefcake Drake form a line in lane four. I glance over at my roommate, but he’s busy studying Haus’ acned back. Still won't make eye contact. Whatever. Coach gives out a shrill whistle again and Hannigan, Fernandez, Paxton, and Reznor dive in and crawl like madmen up the twenty-five yards to the end, submerge, twist and propel themselves off the far wall. They’re coming back, my boy Paxton’s ahead, with the two older guys in lanes one and two in hot pursuit, with Raznor’s bringing up the rear. Dip-shit is as slow as he is obnoxious. Paxton taps the wall and little Tommy does a giant leap over him and is in the lead for most of the first half, but two of the older boys from the townhouse catch up to him on the turnaround, and iron butt Steve Reynolds makes a huge effort and passes Tommy right before they touch the wall. The two swimmers from the townhouse were initially breaking away, but Raf’s large hands are making up some of the difference and shrinking their leads. House, by far the biggest guy on the team, is surprisingly fast. His shoulders roll powerfully; his traps bulge, flexing amazingly with each stroke. Both House and Raf tie with the older guys in the flip turn, and all four are neck-and-neck coming up to the wall. Hannigan and Fernandez are still catching their wind from their first effort, while Drake and I get ready for our teammates to tap the wall. They simultaneously tap, and the four of us dive roughly at the same time. I’m swimming like crazy, making a big splashy mess, and I see Drake is about even with me on my right. I give it my all and am gaining ahead of Drake but not the older guys. Then on the flip turn (which you have to realize this is another of my firsts in the past eight hours), I kick against the wall as hard as I can and feel, I know it’s nuts, a little of Drake cum squirt out my non-virgin butthole. My head’s pivoting both ways to see if I’m ahead of Drake and the townhouse boys—and I’m in the lead! My lungs burn, but my adrenaline is propelling me like a torpedo, and I see the pool’s wall in sight. As I make the tap, coach blows the whistle and I realize our team wins. Yay me! Yay lane three! But before I can celebrate with my fellow lane-mates, coach says, “Okay, again.” By the fourth time we’ve gone through these relays, most of the underclassmen, including me, are ready for the showers. Our lane has won three of the four trials and I’d like to end feeling good about my first day at practice, to be told how good I did and, yes, I’m on the team, but coach says to split into two-man groups. I look over at Drake and he finds his toes are more interesting than meeting my eye. Raf slaps my shoulder and he and I line up in lane six. (Now, if you’ve been doing the math, you’d know there are fourteen of us—for those on their phones in the back of the class: eight underclassmen, six upperclassmen—and yes, this will be on the final.) We break up in our pairs and take up seven of the eight lanes. Raf gets in front of me, and we go through backstroke, breaststroke, butterfly, and then freestyle. I’m exhausted but Raf and I do a decent job, taking at least second or third and one time first in all four of the events. Pube-face Raznor swallows a bunch of pool water on his last crawl and hurls some of it back into the pool filter. “C-c-classy,” says Kenworth Paxton, his cheek scars folding into his smile. Coach’s whistle shrieks a final time. He makes a final note on his clipboard, and fans the clipboard toward the showers. I follow Raf into the locker room and he introduces me to the townhouse guys. Their six names I immediately forget mostly because I’m trying not to stare—there’s a lot of flesh packed into those speedos. It strikes me how the townhouse guy’s packages are fully stuffed while all the underclassmen I met at dinner last night (except Raf, our dorm’s Resident Assistant, who I remember is a junior) seem to have crotches as flat as Ken dolls. Now that I’m looking at them, more like Barbies. Hannigan and Fernandez—their names I do recall—flank me as we walk through the rows of lockers. Hannigan tells me they’re co-captains and boyfriends. I’m sure their names will now stick. “You’re fast,” Hannigan says, “but you can’t keep twisting your head back and forth like you do.” “Control that,” Fernandez adds, encouragingly, “you’ll get more speed. But you looked good out there.” He smacks my wet Levis, and I know I’m grinning like a goon. They strip off their suit and Hannigan's got a massive Irish sausage surrounded by fiery red pubes, and Fernandez slides off his speedo and sports, not just a beautiful, meaty burrito, but the thickest black bush I’ve ever seen. It’s amazingly how he’s cropped it right to the edge of his speedo. The four other townhouse guys pass by clapping my shoulders and one smacks my butt—this hottie with a G.I. Joe jaw—welcoming me on board. At their lockers they all reveal an assortment of fat cocks, long cocks, cut and uncut. You gotta remember, at the lake back home, all I ever seen are old guys’ fifty- and sixty-year-old wieners, so taking in these young studs, it’s all I can do to not pop a boner in my fraying cutoffs—but then I freeze. What stops me mid-unbuttoning is seeing all the underclassmen, all those guys at last night’s dinner—stuttering Paxton, little Tommy, giant House, dick-face Raznor, bowling ball butt Steve Reynolds, even beefcake Drake—slowly peel off their swim suits, and every single one of them displays a shriveled cock compressed tightly inside a metal chastity cage. Just as I’m pulling down my Levis, the coach appears and says, “Dupree, my office.” Just a second ago there was a solemn droopiness hanging over the underclassmen. Suddenly, with those three words from the coach, the whole damn team turns into hooting and hollering idiots. I feel my cheeks burn without knowing why. Drake is barking and howling the loudest of all, the first time he’s looked at me all morning. He’s got a vengeful look in his eye that I totally don’t get. “Dupree. Now,” goes the coach. The two additional words makes the locker room explode into a bench-stomping, locker-banging, towel-snapping madhouse. I ascend away from the racket, looking back at the team with growing unease. *** Apparently Coach Brandon shares his office with Coach Rocco. Anyway, that’s what the name plate on the desk kitty-corner to the coach’s desk reads. The guy’s sitting there, hairy legs up on his desk reading a magazine. He glances up when Coach Brandon and I come in. There’s all these photos of the soccer team in action on the wall behind him. Extra points if you guessed he’s the soccer coach. The guy’s more compact than Brandon, handsome in a smarmy, Mafioso kind of way. The legs of his blue gym shorts are loose and it’s very apparent, to me anyway, the guy’s forgotten to wear anything under them—yep, there’s his big Mafioso pecker—which is A-Okay with me. His dark eyes see what I’m looking at. The black brows scowl in disapproval but he also makes no adjustment to cover his wang—again, fine by me. His jet black hair is slicked straight back, and he’s got a heavy five-o’clock shadow even though it’s barely nine. I say hey. He says nothing. Nice guy. Remind me not to sign up for the soccer team. “How’d he do?” Coach Rocco goes. Seems like a real asshole if you want to know the truth. I’m mean, I’m right in the room for Christ sakes. Who does that? Coach perches on the edge of his desk, and motions for me to take the metal chair by the door. I guess I’m gonna be here for a while. I’m still wet and the chair’s cold, but I’m not going to wuss out, so I just sit and look around the room. Next to my chair is an examination table with back rest bent at a forty-five degree angle. Probably in case of sport injuries, I reckon. Behind the coach in his corner there’s a fish tank humming away; Rocco’s corner has a lit up terrarium. A brilliant red fish swims around the aquarium, and in the rocks at the bottom, peaking out, looks like there’s an eel. Rocco’s terrarium has some kind of frog sitting in a pan of water and a large striped snake draped over some fake tree branches. Couple of animal lovers, I’m thinking. “He did okay. He’s gonna need training, though,” coach says to Rocco. I just love being talked about in third person. I feel it’s my duty to give a short lecture on gender binary assumptions, but Rocco’s eyebrows tell me that this isn’t the audience for it. “A lot of training,” coach goes on to Rocco. “But the talent’s there. Wing man, I’m thinking, to start. We’ll see how he does. Might be a good hole, who knows.” Rocco hisses a laugh. Should I be aware of a double entendre in sport-speak? I’m sure I’m just being paranoid because Rocco’s eyes grow bored and they travel back to the Sports Illustrated he’s holding. “You’ll need a lot more discipline, too, son, but we’ll cover that soon enough.” Coach takes an uncomfortably long beat checking me out before he moves to his aquarium. He picks up a can of fish pellets from his desk and knocks some flakes into the water. The red fish jumps on them. “You’re a water mammal, comfortable in the water. Grew up beaver or otter country, all those Vermont rivers and ponds, eh?” “Yep.” Don’t know where he’s going with this but I’m inclined to believe he’s saying I made the team. Just have to make it through some team philosophical tenets, is my guess. “Yeah, I definitely see that in you.” Coach goes to a cabinet, unlocks it, and takes out a glass jar of what look like creepy, squirmy pink worms. He uncaps the lid, draws out a worm and drops it in the tank. The eel shoots straight by the startled fish, and gobbles the worm furiously in a couple of chomps. Ick. “But first I need you to decide something. You can stay with your warm-blooded mammal roots—and that’s perfectly okay if you do. Dolphins are warm blooded mammals after all. Very team oriented, and smart as heck. But the team can always use a cold-blooded shark. No need to decide here and now. Just think about it. Either way, though, first step is to make you a sea creature. We need to lose all this mammal hair. I’m sure you saw no one on the team has a follicle on their body. Up here,” he points to the sparse hair coating my chest, then lower. “And down there. You okay with that?” “You want I should shave it?” “I’m sure you’ve noticed all the swimmers at the Olympics are all smooth.” “His armpits too,” Rocco pipes up behind his magazine. “Armpits, too,” agrees Brandon. “Yeah,” I say. “I can do it tonight.” “No. We do it now. If that’s all right with you. Waxing is much better than a razor.” He tosses me a red speedo. “Slip those on. You’re a creature of the sea from now on. Got it?” “Creature of the sea. Got it, coach.” It’s probably a stupid question, but sometimes I’m slow to catch on to things. “So does that mean I’m on the team?” I like to clarify. Sometimes more than once. “Almost. Couple of indoctrinations that we can take care of right here, right now, and then you’ll be fully pledged.” Should I be nervous that he’s slipping on a blue latex glove? Maybe it’s for reasons of hygiene I tell myself. “You make it sound like I’m joining a fraternity, coach.” Rocco looks up as I slip off my cutoffs and pull up the team’s red speedo. I make sure I pull on my member to plump it up, for Rocco’s benefit, before tucking it in place. “I’d call it more like a brotherhood, son.” Coach Brandon lights a white candle and rotates it around watching the wax melts. “Same tradition that the soccer team has, right Coach Rocco?” “Same traditions, Coach Brandon.” “Now, up on the table on your back, Dupree.” I climb on the cold metal table and lie back. Rocco looks up, grabs his water bottle and watches what the coach and I are up to. Coach swirls the melting wax around and sets the candle on the exam table. Then he does the craziest thing: he sticks his hand into the terrarium and pulls out the frog—or toad—or whatever. I’m not a biology major. “So, this is Benjie, the team’s mascot. He’s a transfer toad from Arizona’s Sonoran Desert. This is Kyle Dupree, Benjie.” Coach holds the thing in his palm and—hand to God—the toad croaks in my face like he’s saying hello. “Tradition is all new players give Benjie a lick for good luck, isn’t that right Coach Rocco?” “It’s tradition, Coach Brandon,” he says behind his magazine. “Not one athlete’s ever decline.” “Yeah,” I say, climbing off the table, “well you just found your first one declining.” Coach Brandon puts a hand on my chest and goddamn if he doesn’t flick his tongue over the toad’s back. “See. Tastes like chicken,” he laughs. Rocco comes up in back of Brandon, puts a hand on coach’s shoulder, and also darts his tongue across the mascot. “Mm-mm. Tasty toady,” he jokes, displaying all his pearly teeth. “Every one of my boys have done it, same as all of Coach Brandon’s. C’mon, Dupree. You a pussy?” One thing about me is don’t dare me something. So I frown, then, ready to be disgusted, stick out my tongue. Coach Brandon flips Benjie over and smashes the toad’s back across my tongue while squeezing it. All its little warts pop juice into my mouth. It’s disgusting, worse that I imagined—so goddamn nasty! Like licking a chalkboard eraser that’s soaked in a urinal. A rancid, gritty slime coats my mouth. Rocco hands me his water bottle and I swig back a ton, which only washes the nauseating pustules into my stomach. The gross taste fills my stomach, and after about half a minute a feeling builds like I’m going to puke. Coach’s putting Benjie back in his terrarium, while Coach Rocco reads my face and quickly grabs the waste basket. Just in time he puts it under my chin and I hurl last night’s burgers and curly fries. I’m feel waves of nausea roiling inside my guts. I don’t thinking I’m done puking. I hope the coaches are prepared because I’m not a quiet puker. I’m dizzy and reach out a hand to Coach Rocco to steady myself. My second round ralphing is twice as violent and three times as loud as the first. I think I even hear some sympathetic groans from the team downstairs. Coach Rocco rubs my back. “It’ll pass, buddy,” he says. “Just hang in there.” When I look at him again, there’s something in his dark brown eyes that looks incredibly sympathetic. I don’t think I saw that before. When I retch a third time, a little less violently this time, into his metal trashcan, afterward I see a goddamn aura of goodness shimmering around him. My hero with a bronze bucket of puke! And when I look at Coach Brandon I see the same care and concern and—for Christ sakes!—honest to God, I see actual loving hearts pouring out the coach’s eyes, like little heart icons floating up the screen on an app. This vision feels so intense. Everywhere I look is the most wonderful sight. The whole office is the most loving, the most fantastic office in the world. If heaven was an office, this would be God’s office. I can’t get these thoughts out of my head: Jesus would be the receptionist outside; they’re would be a typing pool of angels in row after row. The pencils on the desk are the most perfect pencils God’s ever created. I gasp! That red fish is the most awesome red fish in the entire world, and I’m the one looking right at it and it’s looking back at me. It’s the red fish of perfection! “Lie back, son. Just enjoy what you’re feeling. And, while you’re enjoying it,” Coach Brandon says, running a hand up and down my body—God it feel good, “let’s relieve you of this animal hair. Set free the beautiful sea creature inside you.” Is he really saying corny stuff like this? Does it matter? All that matters is his hand running over my body. As I lie back feeling I feel all the love of the universe, all at the same time, in every inch of me. I watch the coach aim his beautiful white candle over my abdomen and lets the liquid flow out. It stings as it hits the skin above my bellybutton, and he smears it around with a flat wooden stick—but I don’t mind the pain. Pain is pleasure says the coach, and I believe whatever coach says. Either coach for that matter. Immediately, he applies a cloth swatch over the drying wax, waits a few seconds, then rips it off, pulling with it a rectangle of belly hair. “Yow!” I place a hand over the now-smooth skin. “Shit, coach. That hurts,” I say, stupidly grinning. “Exactly,” he says, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Rocco coughs a laugh and pulls off my speedo. I’m loving it, every second. I take Rocco’s hairy paw and run it over my hardening cock. “So I don’t abuse you more than necessary, let’s use clippers to trim you,” says Coach Brandon. From his drawer he brings out barber clippers, snaps it on. He buzzes over the sparse hair on my chest, my arms, my legs, but he really goes to town on my crotch. Bunches of curly brown pubes he pulls out of the clipper blades. The vibration feels so good, I start trying to hump the clippers with my pelvis, which amuses manly Rocco. Rocco distracts me by twisting my very sensitive nipples. With Coach Brandon satisfied he’s buzzed away enough of my body hair, he’s back with the hot wax. He drips over my short crotch curlies and he pushes it around with the wooden stick. He applies the rectangle swath and zips it off. “Youch!” I feel half my pubic bone is smooth as a baby’s butt. He does this several more time, none of which hurts any less. In fact, the more he does it the more it hurts and the redder my skin gets. He feels his work running his hand over my bare crotch while avoiding my cock, but it doesn’t matter. It’s hard all by itself. Then coach drips wax over my balls. I let out a squelched yelp as Rocco bends down and plants his wet mouth on mine. Brandon rips off the wax from each ball, rubs each one with his thumb, and squeezes my entire sack to make sure all the hair is gone. I lose track of time as he rips off every follicle from my body. “I need you to flip around, son.” He lowers the back rest so the tables perfectly flat. I’ve got a stiffy, but lay on my belly anyway pressing it into the cold metal. “I need you to spread your legs. A little wider.” I comply, as he pulls down my balls so their exposed. I know this is going to hurt but Rocco’s massaging my shoulders so I don’t care. If it hurts all the better as long as Rocco’s there. “Rocco,” I say with my face smashed on the exam table. “I’m so fucking high, Rocco. Rocco? I think I love you. And Coach Brandon, too. And I love all my teammates. Even ol’ pube chin Reznor.” Rocco chuckles, still kneading my shoulder blades. “That’s Benjie, our magical bufo toad talking. Do you know what a bufo toad is?” I try shaking my head but am enjoying Rocco’s touch so much I can’t move. “A bufo toad has venom that’s an extremely potent psychedelic. Even the little taste I got gives me a buzz. Nothing like the amount you got though, buddy, but I’m with you, man. I love you, too. And I love the coach. And we love you.” “You do?” When the wax hits the taint between my balls and asshole, I don’t know if the hot wax hurts more or coach ripping off the wax hurts more. Let’s call it a tie. As a consolation prize, Rocco grabs my hand and puts it down his shorts. I eagerly grab his thick member and start stroking him. I’m tripping so hard on how good his cock feels. The more I stroke him the more he likes it. Sex is the most magically thing in the universe! Coach Brandon’s busy pulling open my butt cheeks, first one side, then the other, and waxing them. Each time the hot wax is getting closer to my hole. Ripping the wax off isn’t too bad here since I’m not that hairy around my hole. But the moment he drips the burning wax directly on my anus, I yowl while at the same time Roscoe groans as I crush his cock. Coach rips the last few hairs around my asshole off, and then he applies a cooling ointment and swirls it around my hole. I’m looking over at Coach Rocco’s body: beautifully hairy, swirling circles of fur that twirl like sand dunes in the wind. The pattern his body hair makes is mesmerizing. There symmetry and geometry at play. I’m convinced there’s fractal algorithms that could be written that explains his beauty. I see those equations float by as I admire him. Sines and cosines, quadratic equations float through my head. And there’s a finger in my hole. Coach Brandon flips me over talking to me about something or other, his finger twisting in my hole. He tells me he saw my work last night behind the library fisting Drake Chadwick. I look up into his ocean blue eyes. There’s waves crashing in them, and he’s going on and on. “I have to say I was impressed. Chadwick said he’d never been fisted before, but I had to see for myself this morning. The poor boy. You destroyed that hole, Dupree. It’s almost a complete wreck. Eighteen, nineteen-year-olds. So many hormones running rampant through your body. You have so much passion in you. We have to control that passion. Lock it up.” “Did he tell you he was the first one who ever fucked me, coach?” I feel I can tell him and Coach Rocco anything. He’s sticking an increasing number of digits in my hole. He’s got three fingers inside me. “You enjoying this, son?” “Mm-hm.” I wince, then exhale as coach’s slides four fingers inside. It hurts so much I can’t stand how much I like it. The feeling of a man’s palm inside my body. I float between the pain of it and the idea of it, then the realization that a man has his palm inside me, the skin of his hand rests along the wall of my rectum. It’s just unfathomable. He lets it sit there, then starts twisting it around. What’s more unimaginable: the idea or the sensation? We’ll call it a draw and I reach over and stroke Rocco’s cock. Rocco’s fully erect, pulling off his shirt and dropping his shorts. He climbs on the table and positions his butt over my face. “I think he’s ready for Leon, coach,” he says. I pull his hips down and start rimming his dark, hairy asshole. “Aw, fuck, boy!” he cries. “Yeah, eat that hole. Suck on it.” I do suck on it, as Coach Brandon pulls his palm out of me. I feel an intense emptiness, but hear Coach Brandon’s deep voice. “Dig in there, son.” I keep rimming in the darkness of Rocco’s butt. Even in the blackness, feeling his hair all over my face, more waves of the drug crash over me, unmoors me further from earth. Every hair in his crack glides across my face. My tongue’s gotten him so wet, when he rub his ass back and forth I feel at the bottom of the sea with long, soft strands of seaweed rolling with the ebb and flow of the tide, back and forth, across my tongue. I can’t tell what’s real anymore. Am I really tonguing this tasty, musky hole or am I seeing the surface of the ocean lying in a seaweed bed? Could it be both? I feel Rocco’s fingers go over my fingers. Both of us pull his butt cheeks open. More seaweed sails across my tongue. “Get in there,” I hear him growl, as I sense him jerking his meat and splashing my hairless body with his spunk. Someone, must be my coach, licks it up. I feel something at my own butthole—a sensual pop of some kind, which continues crawling deeper inside my body. I push Rocco’s butt up to see what it is. It’s a long striped dildo Coach Brandon’s feeding me, pushing in a couple of inches, pulling out a little, then pushing in more. “You like Leon, our coral snake?” I look over at the terrarium and see the fake branches are missing its snake. “No!” I say, alarmed that Coach Brandon is pushing an actual snake into me. I could almost believe they’d fuck me with a live reptile. “Careful so Leon does bite you,” teases the coach, letting the thing slide in really far. I feel, where its head is penetrating me deepest inside, there’s a sensation of pins and needles. “I think Leon bit me,” I exclaim, panicked. “You might start feeling paresthesia, a strange tingly, prickling feeling.” Rocco’s clinical, detached, like a doctor giving a prognosis. He flips around, pressing down his cock so I can suck it. “Yeah, I feel that in my guts,” I respond. “Did Leon bite me?” He stuffs his leaking calzone into my mouth so I can’t talk anymore. Coach Brandon appears by my head with the can of worms he’d fed the eel with. “Only one cure for Leon’s bite. And it needs to slither in through your dick.” “Whaaaaa—?” Hard to talk with a cock down your throat. “Sorry, can’t hear you, son,” Coach Brandon says, gripping my dick fiercely and slipping something inside the slit. I feel whatever it is squirming into me, inch by inch, down my piss shoot. Rocco pins down my shoulders down with his legs. I’m trying to spit him out. His cock clogs my windpipe. I’m spitting up massive amounts of mucus. I’m bucking on the table, trying to get the worm out of my cock, the serpent out of my ass, as the coaches laugh uproariously at my desperation. The slimy intruder I feel wiggling, drilling deeper and deeper into my cock. It’s so far down my shaft I’m convinced it’ll never be pulled out. The tingling in my colon crescendos until it feels like knives are plunging outward from my organs. The two men mock me with laughter that reverberates demonically in my ears. My head shakes back and forth denying the reality of snakes and worms and a cock that’s plunging so far down my through it’s being eaten by the serpent coming up through my entrails. I have a vision of Ouroboros, the snake that eats itself; the ancient gnostic symbol of unity with the divine. In that instant the laughter ceases, echoes away like a thunderstorm passing into the distance. All that remains is the soft hum of the aquarium. Bubbles float calmly to the surface. The coaches both have vanished. Well, no; no one’s vanished: Coach Rocco sits at his desk, hairy legs up, reading a Sports Illustrated; and Coach Brandon’s standing at his whiteboard, assigning van der Haus to goalkeeper, me as a right wing, and Fernandez as a left wing. He continues quietly writing in names for the other positions as I run my hands over my entirely smooth body—yes, dolphin or shark, I’ll have to get back to you on that. Even smooth armpits, I hear an echo of Rocco say. I squeeze my butt. No, nothing’s in my hole, no snake crawling up it, no worm in my cock. But, shit. Wait. What is that? I push down hard on metal that’s not budging, that’s trapped my cock inside a tiny cage. Huh. Officially, I guess, I’m a member of the team. Well, at least my member is.

So a friend of mine was recently going through an old disk drive and found a bunch of text files from the old BS days. He sent me a giant ZIP file that I have been going through, most all the stories are ones so far posted here. But I have found a few stories I don't think have been posted before. Three of them so far seem to be from one guy posting on the old Bug Share site. Theres no username recorded, no idea who this guy was or if these stories are pure fiction or true. but working to clean them up from the raw HTML code they were downloaded in. Posting the first one bellow and hope to post more later. ================================================ So I discovered this website a few days ago, always knew there were a lot of twisted perverts out there, but didn’t know a place like this existed for us poz [banned word]. So it seems like this is the share our stories of seeding breeding and spreading our strains. So I guess a little about me. Been HIV positive for about 6 years, got knocked up back in the summer 1999 going to Folsom. Hadn’t been chasing up until that point, but I met up with some friends that were both full blown and after spending the night with them, we had made sure I would carry their strain after they passed on. Currently live down in Tucson Arizona, which aside from the occasional dirty [banned word] or cowboy, isn’t the best place for finding raw fuckers on a regular basis. Typically once a month I’d go up to phoenix for a weekend and hit up the bath houses and some of the other crusey spots for swapping loads. Theres a number of spots I like to go to as Ive always been turned on by sex outdoors or in open places. One of the best out door places is the ‘Dreamy Draw’ park. Its a bunch of paths that snake into hills in the middle of the city and great for a quick afternoon or evening fuck. Two years ago I took a week off work to go up for an extended fuck fest during November. It was nice and cool out and lots of people were visiting for the holidays. I took the drive up the winding back road into the parking lot and started hiking into the brush. It was about 7 at night and already getting dark as I started hiking. My wandering took me to a place in the bushes and cactus near the edge of the park where there seemed to be a number of shadowy figures all standing in the paloverde trees just watching. The focus of their collective attention was a cute scruffy-looking red-head who was making quite the scene in the middle of the dirt track. Red was dressed only in a jockstrap and he was grinding his bare ass into a tall skinny guy's bulging jeans while making out passionately with a good-looking jock who was stroking Red's bulging pouch. To my amazement, the skinny guy was rocking a classic Crix belly and I instantly guessed his load must be swimming with high viral poison. Guys ricking the ‘wasted’ look weren’t uncommon, but you didn’t often see them out where others would notice. Maybe the other guys couldn’t see in the dark or didn’t care. I knew I didn’t mind. I stepped past a few of the bystanders to have a closer look, but I stopped a few feet from the threesome as it seemed this group session may be exclusive. Red's eyes darted to mine instantly and held them even as he softly moaned into Jock's mouth. Crix Daddy lifted up his shirt over his head to expose a smooth body with a nice round belly you could tell was long ago a well muscled six pack. He deftly flipped open his jeans to expose a long, hard throbbing cock which he proceeded to slide between Red's milky white butt cheeks. He was clearly well endowed as I could see the glistening cockhead appear above Red's tailbone with every teasing stroke against his clearly hungry hole. Red closed his eyes again, but his hand reached out in my general direction - an invitation if ever I needed one! Red's nipples were pert and exposed on his lightly furred, firm chest. I bent down to nibble on them as Red stroked the bulge in my shorts. Red moaned a bit louder as I assaulted his nubs with my tongue and teeth and I felt a pair of hands pull my head harder against those nipples (presumably the Crix Daddy's). I reached down and released Red's cock from the flimsy pouch - he had a fat but stubby member - and pulled out Jock's dick - a solid and throbbing 8 incher. I stroked those hot, hard tools as I nibbled harder on Red's chest and felt Red's hands liberate my own turgid hard-on from my shorts. All of a sudden, Red's dick seemed to pulse in my hand as his hips jerked forward. Red whimpered loudly and I knew then that Crix Daddy had broached that hole. That whimper became a low-hungry moan as the Crix Daddy shoved more and more of his dick into Red's hungry hole. The kiss above my head was becoming louder and sloppier as Jock began to maul Red's gaping mouth. I straightened up for air and noticed that Red's less than discreet antics were drawing all the shadowy figures out from the shadows where they had watched and waited. I spread Red's buttcheeks wider as Crix Daddy gripped Red's hips and continued to relentlessly cram inch after inch into what seemed to be a very tight hole. "Relax" hissed Crix Daddy as he slapped that lily white ass and punctuated that command with a thrust that sent the last few inches deep into that hole. Red just grunted, breaking his kiss with Jock and just resting against the guy to breathe heavily and try to accommodate Crix Daddy's toxic cock, currently deeply embedded in Red's guts. Still no one seemed to care about the guys status which had my own dick dripping in my crusty briefs. I stroked the Jock's dick but he seemed disinterested in me - he stepped back and pushed Red's shoulders down till the Jock's throbbing member could slide deep into Red's gasping, hungry maw. Meanwhile, my cock was being jerked sporadically by Red's left hand and another guy's dick was being jerked with his right hand. I looked over Red's bare back to see an older guy in a beanie, fully dressed except for the hard dick sticking out of his track pants and into Red's right hand. Meanwhile, Crix Daddy seemed to sense Red loosen up as Red was distracted by Jock's dick down his throat - Crix Daddy began to start fucking with long, deep slow strokes to open up Red's hole more. Jock reached over and felt between Red's butt cheeks, that motion driving his dick deep into Red's gagging throat. I could hear Red gasping and pushing in vein against Jock's hips as his airway was cut off - but the Jock didn't care, using his fingers to explore where Red's hole wrapped around. The wasted daddies AIDS’s cock. He pulled back as Red gasped for air and lifted Red's flushed face up. I was so horned up and I could tell Crix Daddy was getting close. I didn’t care who heard now, I remember starting to talk dirty. “Hey kid, you know the dick in your hole is toxic.” I said, noting the instant look of revulsion on the jock. "Yeah" Red moaned. "Bet you want his dirty load deep in your hungry hole eh piggy?" "Unh" Red grunted as Crix Daddy began to slam his ass harder, "Yes - ungh ? sir" Red's admission was bringing in more of the crowd though - more of the strangers flocked closer to watch Red getting bred by an absolute stranger in the middle of the cool desert night. The Jock spat in Red's gaping maw and then shoved his cock back into Red's open, moaning throat. At that point, Red abandoned all attempts to stroke anyone and just held onto Jock's hips as his holes were roughly used and his body felt up by a myriad of hands. Just then we heard some laughter from what seemed far away but we realized was right below us on a near by trail. Sounded like some kids hiking out as soon as they could be herd everyone froze. Pretty quick, the more cautious strangers dissipated into the bushes and sage brush. In seconds, all that was left was Red skewered between the Jock and Crix Daddy, and myself and two other guys on the far side. Of the path by some big barrel cactus. Crix Daddy was the first to move again, his hips started to grind forward as he pushed into Red's ass, starting the dull "thwack" of his bare boney hips slapping against Red's bare ass. Red was trying not to moan, but I could tell his asshole was hotwired to his voice box - which is when the Jock, clearly spooked, hiked up his shorts and disappeared into the bushes as well. I stepped quickly up and gagged Red with my own cock to quiet him down, instantly enjoying the warm wet session of a cocksucker's throat wrapped around my Infected Dick. The two other guys were having their own action now - the beanie-wearing older guy knelt before the other stranger and in the dimming light I could see him bobbing his head near to the spit-roasted Red. Even as our fuck motions resumed, we could hear the kids' voices and laughter (two or three boys it seemed) just beyond the bushes, they were on a path below us and a ways away, so they couldn’t see us directly, but we tried to make sure we weren’t heard. Red suddenly stood, pulling away from the firm grip of his AIDS infested fucker, he turned around, spreading his hole for me as he bent down and engulfed Crix Daddy's cock fresh from his ass. I reached down and felt that hole - warm, tight and inviting - but when I smelled my fingers, clearly that hole did not have cum in it yet! Knowing the Crix Daddy had not yet shot his load, I decided to enjoy Reds ass for a while, guessing the old troll didn’t want to cum too soon. I slid my dick into the hole and just felt my hard inches engulfed by Red's hungry mancunt, which proceeded to milk me even as Red feverishly slurped on Crix Daddy's infected cock. I began to grind and fuck Red who began to moan again as his hole was ravaged by my own anonymous POZ cock. The voices on the near by trail turned sharper and the kids' voices receded as I guessed they were moving on in the night. I could feel Red's hole relax a bit more and Crix Daddy began to face-fuck the little piggy a bit harder as he relaxed too. After awhile I heard a grunt and saw the old guy looking at my face. He gave me a nod and whispered the words ‘getting close’. I knew Crix Daddy wasn’t wanting to waste his infected spunk down the kids mouth and I agreed as I wanted to see the AIDS ravaged fucker pump his death seed deep into Red’s guts. Crix Daddy smirked at me in the dark, tipping his head a little. I slowly pulled out and moved as Crix Daddy deftly turned Red around and then shoved his Death Dick the full length back into Red's puckered hole. Red moaned as Crix Daddy began to fuck in earnest, drilling his cock deeper into that tight, hot and moist cock-sheath. I grabbed Red's head and shoved my own infected dick in to shut him up, feeling his mouth and throat wrap instinctively around me and suck like a babe for milk. Crix Daddy was enjoying himself too, quite clearly, his long strokes becoming visibly shorter and more erratic. Knowing he was close I decided to give the kid one last warning about what was going to happen. “Hey redhead, your fucker is going to fucking shoot in your slut hole" I whispered. "You better be ready to get some seriously infected POZ seed!“ I said, knowing Red was too far out of it to really hear what I said. Red just moaned louder around my cock and pulled his cheeks open. Crix Daddy grabbed onto Red's jock strap like leverage and slammed that hole once, twice three times and then sighed as his deeply embedded death missile unloaded its lethal ordinance of diseased Spooge into Red's grasping hole. I remember him making this gasping wheezing noise as his orgasm seemed to go on and on. I watched jealously as he unloaded, thinking how soon his strain was no doubt going to start working to infect and ending Reds life. I fucked harder too enjoying Red's hungry moans vibrating against my engorged dick and the feel of his scruffy stubble against my balls when I closed off his airway with my dick. Before I shot my own poison load, I watched Crix Daddy’s AIDS Bone slipped out. He laughed as he was slapping his wet, softening hose against Red's milky white cheeks. “Fuck there’s red leaking out all over my seed, this kid is fucking doomed!” He said before walking a bit away and sitting on a dirty towel he laid out to catch his breath. With his orgasm having sapped him of strength, I could see just how sick and wasted he really was. I swore right then to get his dick before going home. As Crix Daddy rested, the two figures beside me took that opportunity to disengage and wander over. The guy who had been receiving a blow-job quickly slid into Red's hole, which Red still held spread open like the piggy whore he was. "Fuck that's a nice hole." the new fucker said with a slight accent as he eased himself into Red. Watching him I couldn’t help but say something. “It is a nice hole, but that wasted fuck over there just dumped a gallon of Radioactive AIDS Spooge up his guts.” I said, not caring about being discrete now. The guy fucking Red just laughed. “No sweat on my end, I’ve been Poz for three years. Doc says I may be close to being full blown myself soon.” He said as he pounded away. “Not going to last long, time to dump my own poison up this kids ass.” He said as he started to fuck even faster. Red moaned some more before sucking feverishly at me. I felt myself getting close but like the AIDS fucker, didn’t want to waste my load in the kids mouth. I pulled out, my dick twitched on the edge of popping off and I caught my breath as I wanted for the Beefy beany guy to dump his seed. He didn’t last too long sand soon I was hearing him grunting and quick “Yeah take that Seed fucker!” Before I saw his body tense up and shudder. He must have shot a good amount, it seemed a while before he pulled out and laughed again. “Fuck I needed that, hope this kid enjoys the BUG.” He said before zipping up and wandering off into the night. I moved quickly around to Reds hole, watched the toxic spunk drip out before pushing it back inside and slamming my cock home. The kid moaned and just leaned back into me. "Want my poison sperm too slut face?“ I hissed as I felt my balls draw up. "Cos here it cums" I said as I felt my balls clench ands my dick exploded. I shot the first few blasts deep in his guts, feeling my spunk mix with the rest inside. After getting most of my load in his hole, I pulled out and let the rest drip over his hole. Somewhere I the middle of this Red must have shot his load. I heard him making these squeaking sounds and the saw his hole twitch. The haze of his fuck lust must have cleared up at that point, I remember him saying something like “I guess I need to see my doctor” before he stumbled off down the path, cum dripping from his hole. It was pretty dark at this point and I decided to lay down in the smelly blanket with Crix Daddy. We chatted and exchanged names out under the desert night, we could hear some other grunts in the bushes but neither of us were interested in any more fucking that night. It turned out he was also visiting phoenix and lived up in Palm Springs. I did finally get the chance to get his AIDS bone inside my hole, though thats a story for another time.

After months of this lockdown I decided my hole had waited long enough so hot myself ready got the tube arrived on the heath at 9.30pm few guy's in the bushes on the jack straw entrance but I knew the area I wanted. Made my way down the path few guy's stood around carried on down the path my hole twitching in anticipation of the random guys I was hoping to take. Finally made it to the fuck tree I wanted to be there early coz most subs seem to not wanna share it. Nobody bent over about 8 guy's around the area I found my spot dropped my joggers revealing my hungry lubed jocked hole and put my head down. Few minutes later I hear footsteps coming towards me I push my ass out making then know its there for the taking then felt one hand on my cheek and one on my neck as I spread my legs I realised it was 2 guy's they guided me down to their cocks for me to suck which I hungrily did taking turns on them feeling them harden eventually one lifted me up keeping my head down sucking his mate the guy behind me started slapping his hard cock against my hole I again pushed out he put the tip in then pulled out continuously slapping his meat on my hole I then felt him again at the entrance and then wow he plunged deep I had to take a breath but my hole soon opened up and he began a rhythm of pulling almost out then diving straight in. I noticed a crowd had gathered around watching the guy in be began to get into pace think he enjoyed the watchers he began to go faster and deeper then with one last push I felt what I'd been craving several squirts of hot man seed. He stayed in me for a while and his mate moved from my mouth then the guy in me pulled out and immediately his mare went straight in while the guy who just bred me began fucking my throat his seed tasted great. His mate didn't last much longer before I felt him unloading announcing it to the watchers soon as he pulled out I dropped to my knees sucking his cock which was covered in seed I cleaned it completely the taste of him and his mates seed was awesome they then walked off without a word being said. I got myself back over the tree and within seconds another raw cock was in adding his seed soon as be finished another raw cock and load was in me. Took 7 loads one after the other at the tree I then got up for a walk around I went to the dark area with the other logs some leather daddy was hanging around but nobody else was I decided ano load won't hurt so I chose the first log and dropped my joggers before I got there so he could see I then bent over the log didn't take long to come over started with verbal calling me a dirty slut saying I was a good cum dump taking those guy's at the tree and did I want daddy's dna his special seed I whispered breed me daddy he told me to worship daddy's meat which I did I was so excited about 9.5 inches and very thick best thing he was pierced either 8 or 10mm pa I hungrily deep throated him feeling the metal on my teeth he then told me to show him my ass but he called it cunt Feeling the thick metal against my ring drove me wild he said you ready for daddy I told him I was a d he glided inside quite easily but I think the seed at the tree helped that I felt my hole opening up he was still giving me verbal calling me a whore cheap slut daddy's whore daddys spunk dump He quickened his pace and whispered you want daddy's dna I nodded with another mighty push he went balls deep held onto my hips and said hope your neg boi take coz daddy's not with that he began pumping his seed inside me telling me to take daddy's gift daddys toxic seed once he finished he told me to thank daddy for his gift and now clean his cock tasting all those loads and his made me almost shoot myself after cleaning him he thanked me and walked into the darkness. I then decided on a break so his seed could absorb inside me had about 45 mins by the benches before heading back I spotted a guy wanking his cock I gave him the sign looking a d licking my lips he came over and I got straight to work on him he held my head didn't want to fuck continued sucking him until he blew his load straight down my throat I took the lot and sucked him dry. My hole was hungry again now so checked to see how loose it was dabbled a bit more lube being careful not yo disturb the seed absorbing when I got back no one around the fuck tree so went to the other logs took another 4 guy's at different logs. Noticed a chav at the fuck tree so I decided to go bend over it again quite fit he was he moved over and got his already rock solid cock out and went straight inside he spunked in me after about 5 mins he then wanted to kiss don't normally do but he was young and sexy and he had just given me his seed so I did. Was now 6am went back through the bushes noticed a big black guy instant hole twitching few others around just stand there I took the plunge and went over to him he unzipped his jeans to reveal a huge bulge in a Jock he got my face in it and I savoured the smell and taste his cock was out at the side so I began to lick he whipped it out and roughly fucked my throat he then pulled me up yanked my joggers down and started to tongue fuck my hole tried to stop him going to deep I was still absorbing seed but didn't work much he got up asking me if I wanted him I told him yeah and with gentle easing he eased himself in once in her began with the hip movement making sure I got his entire length in me after about 30 mins I could feel him breath heavily and began to fill me with his seed. After this had 2 more fucks nothing special but raw now getting to 8am time to go nobody was around now made my way back up towards Jack straw's a guy was loitering around the bin I went over to feel his bulge then he got it out and I sucked him dry he shot a very tasty load. I was getting ready to go but he bent over the bin I rarely fuck but was extremely horned with the seed I'd taken. I stopped and went back feeling his hole fingerings it abs it was very wet I licked my finger and noticed it was spunk in him asked how many loads he had taken he said 5 my cock was now solid I spread his cheeks and saw amounts of thick cum inside him I got down and got my tongue straight in tasting the multiple loads he's taken he then began to push it out and I got a really good full mouth of the seed he'd taken I then thought I needed to unload got my cock out went straight inside him no messing fucked him as hard as I could wondering if he was toxic if I'd swollowed toxic seed or eaten abf from his hole with that I pumped a huge load in him fucked him a bit longer pulled out and walked off was gonna get him to clean my cock but wanted his ass juices and any seed left on it. With that I made my way back to the tube. More to follow next week

A lot of my leather gear is pre owned, I love finding piss and cum stains, imagining what fun the previous guy got up to in it 🐷

I'd offer my 60ft narrowboat, but it's in the repair shop at the moment.

When my top older daddy took my virginity he said he didn't like using condoms. I was naive and curious I said ok. But then he was about to cum and he said push back I was bent over and I did. And he nutted all in me. I was so scared and was nervous to ask him about HIV status. Years later he told me he was diagnosed with HIV undetectable I was like. Ok. He said. Dont worry. He is on meds. Known him for 15 yrs

Been there, same place, same club. Fucked BB allnight. Mmm, need to book again

I've whored out at Sansom many many times. Can't wait to go back there soon.

I love trucker cock, nothing better than a trucker that's horny and needs to unload!

Light me up a cigarette, and put it in my mouth.

My last load was just now from a guy (age 19) I was talking to on Grindr. Neither of us can accommodate so we met on an path by a train track and went into the bushes. I sucked him off for a bit before he wanted to fuck me raw. A little bit of lube later and he rammed it in me. His cock had a nice amount of foreskin on it and was just under 7 inches. I could feel his dick hitting the end of my rectum but i powered through even though it hurt slightly. He called me good boy all the way through. Sadly I couldn't tell when he came; he just kinda slipped out and said he came in me. Put my hand to my ass and could feel the mess he'd made. We both parted ways and I went home to jack off using the stuff from creamed ass as lube.

3. Upvote A foot more and he’d reach it. Straining with every fiber in his upper torso he constricted his body tightly against the peg in his left hand, hanging, while his right arm reached far about his head. He knew the hole was there, somewhere. His right hand felt around until the dowel inserted into the recessed hole securely, allowing him to pull his entire one-eighty pounds of hard muscle up to the top of the climbing pegboard. His arms gleamed in sweaty muscle perfection, dripping pearls off his elbows, and he growled out his accomplishment for the others in the gym to hear above the din of the room. He gritted his teeth, biceps flexed to the max, and dropped off the pegs, landing with a thud on the padded gym floor. Steve Reynolds turned up the volume on his earbuds to drown out the gym’s pop music, pounding heavy metal instead inside his skull as he strutted over to the leg press. His head bobbed to the heavy cords and the pounding beat. Before putting forty-five pound plates for his hamstring set, he examined in the mirror what the pegboard had done for his biceps. At five-ten, blond hair parted perfectly down the middle, shoulders cutting against the double heads of his biceps, the mass of his triceps, he couldn’t help but break into a sparkling smile at his reflection. He took out his phone and snapped a pic of his right arm pumped at a right angle. He lifted his perspiration-drenched Glastonbury sweatshirt, the one he’d cut the arm cut off of, and examined his abs. Ripped six-pack abs stood out like a sideways picket fence. Yeah, he’d tap that if given the chance. He swung his ass around and check out his bowling ball cheeks. Coach said he had the face of GQ model with a body of a porn star when coach fucked him silly last year. That motivated him to get to the gym every day without fail over the summer. Wait till the coach had him alone this year. What would he tell him in his ear? He held up his sweatshirt once more, then held up his phone and snapped. The pic was excellent and he immediately shared it to his feed for his countless followers. Having piled several large plates onto the leg press, he was just getting under it when Nick and Zack Demopoulos, the Greek twins, both seniors, both twenty pounds heavier than him, a few inches taller, both hot as shit, stood on either sides of the machine, leaning on the plates, looking down on him. Too big and steely to be swimmers, they were, however, big, fast and as powerful as jaguars on the athletic field, stars both of the school’s soccer team. “You still doing that faggy water volleyball?” Nick said. The only way Steve Reynolds could tell them apart was Nick was the one with the crooked nose from the number of times he had broken it in fights. For twins, they had very different temperaments. Zack was more laid back, Nick much more aggressive. Reynolds didn’t hear what Nick was going on about and flicked out his earbuds. Nick leaned over the machine eyeballing Reynolds, prone on his back, legs sticking up in the air. Nick released the machine’s safety catch and the full weight plus Nick’s overhanging torso bore down on Reynolds. “What’s the matter? You don’t like soccer?” he asked snarling. “Grrrrrr,” grunted Reynolds under the massive weight. He pushed up fiercely, and reinstated the safety catch. “No reason,” he said casually although a bit breathlessly. “Can only do so much with seven classes. Mind?” He pointed at Nick’s elbows to get off the machine. Nick backed off holding his hands in the air, all innocent. Ice wouldn’t melt in that hot mouth of his. The gym was a cacophony of after-class buzzing. Girls strained, moaned and stretched in the mirrors, pairs of boys at the free weights spotted each other, yelling, “You got this, it’s all you!” Plates clanked, footfalls fell heavily on running machines, an overlay of Lady Gaga blared over the loudspeakers, and ESPN commentators analyzed football plays on overhead flatscreens. “Your coach must have some magic spell over you guys,” Zack said, a sliver of white teeth smiling above him. Reynolds pumped out a set of ten reps while Zack continued. “No one ever seems to want to get on any other team once they start under Coach Brandon. What’s the secret, Steve?” Reynolds locked the safety catch again and let his legs drop to his sides, puffing. “Team spirit, what can I say, Zack?” There was something about the twins, some yin-yang that made them so tempting and formidable. Maybe it was how pleasing they were to look at, especially Zack. He had an arm perched above Reynolds revealing a thick mat of black armpit hair, matted down with sweat from his workout. Both the twins had dark brooding features, black curly hair, long eagle-beak noses, Nick’s slightly bent to one side; both had thin dark lips, sensually curved, brows that were big and always furrowed, eyes that glittered black as coal. “Team spirit? Nah,” Zack said, waving a finger back at him. “I say he’s got something on all of you.” He cocked a sly smile at Reynolds. Reynolds though Zack was the more cleaver of the two even though Nick was in honors society studying behavioral psychology, just like he was, whereas Zack slacked off majoring in musical theater. Not for nothing, Zach was a pretty good actor the two musicals he’d seen him in. The major itself, though, made Reynolds have his suspicions about Zack and his proclivities. He thought maybe they aligned with his own bent desires. It was hard to imagine, however, that he and Zack played on the same team with a twin brother like Nick. It was hard to fathom, but man, did the brothers towering above him make fine looking bookends. Reynolds pushed his legs up the fraction of an inch that allowed the safety latch to release. Nick leaned on the plates again adding his weight to frustrate Reynolds. “Looks like you need some juice to get through your sets,” he said. “Too much water between your ears.” Reynolds roared to get his last two leg presses out. He was annoyed but not really pissed. He looked at Zack, who shrugged his shoulders giving him a what-can-I-do-he’s-my-brother look. He glanced back at Nick, a little intrigued. “You got juice?” he asked trying not to look too enticed. “Shit, yeah,” Nick said, twisting his arm around to flex his delt and tricep. Reynolds had to acknowledge they were impressively large. “You don’t get these from just the gym.” Reynolds looked back at Zack. Zack had on a loose string tank so most of his chest was exposed. He flexed his pecs and beneath his chest’s thick pelt of clipped black fur, perfectly chiseled mounds of man-flesh rose like rock mountains. Reynolds was startled by the size and also by the fact that Zack juiced. Nick, he figured, for sure, but Zack took him by surprise. “You have it?” Nick nodded. "Sell it?" Reynolds asked him in a hush voice. Leaning down, Nick joked, “First one’s always free, m’ man.” “Let’s go then,” said Reynolds, getting up from his prone position. “I’ll get my gym bag.” “Nah,” said Zack waving his hand. “Finish your routine, let’s not create a ruckus. Meet us at the Blackbox theater. I have my stuff stashed there. Know where that is?” Reynolds nodded. He was pretty excited not only by the prospects of doing steroids for the first time, but doing steroids with the hot Demopoulos twins. Who knew where this would lead isolated as the Blackbox theater was? Maybe he could get Zack alone at some point and ditch annoying Nick. Or could it lead to a three-way. The brothers left the gym floor, and he finished the rest of his exercises quickly. He grabbed his gym bag out of his locker. The Blackbox wasn’t too far away, down the hall and through an underpass to an old part of the school. Still in his cutoff sweatshirt and shorts, he checked himself out in the full-length mirror at the end of the lockers and approved of what he saw. Lean, sinewy, pumped muscles that soon would be much more enhanced if Nick came through. *** The underpass echoed the squeaks from his shoes as he walked along the grey and white broken tile. There were older parts of the college, sure. Some buildings dated from the late eighteen hundreds. Some structures were built in the early nineteen twenties, thirties and forties. This section, however, was out of the ugly, boring nineteen-sixties. Institutional as a non-descript post office or police station; functional, drab and featureless. The underpass was half-lit with some of the fluorescent tubes removed to save on power, which only amplified the feeling of neglect. Not interesting enough to be spruced up by murals or even decorated with bulletin boards displaying club events; not dilapidated enough to be torn down and started afresh; this section of the school was lost in ennui that was as tangible as dead skin needing to be sloughed off. In the middle of the underpass he spotted a white porcelain drinking fountain. He bent over and twisted its metal knob. It dribbled a weak stream between metal prongs. Still he was thirsty enough to draw loud sips to quench his thirst. His slurps amplified through the empty hallway, and along with the dim light, made the whole passage seem sadly desolate. The Blackbox entrance was around the corner from the underpass. He tested the door and found it open. It was one of the drama departments many theaters, the smallest and most infrequently used, in fact he couldn’t remember a single time it had a production in it over the course of his freshman year. True to its name, when he entered all he found was an empty black painted room void of any chairs or furniture, just a raised stage in the center surround by thick black curtains along all four sides. Zack was fooling around at a lighting board at one end, while Nick was bringing up a couple of grey folding chairs to the center of the platform. Nick was dressed in black slacks and shirt. Zack, at the lighting board, was dressed the same. Two bright spotlights came up as Nick approached the center. He unfolded the chairs meeting Reynolds in the middle under the klieg lights. “You didn’t change,” observed Nick. “Guess he’s excited,” Zack called on his way over to them. He held up an orange-tipped syringe between his fingers. “Uh, so,” Reynolds said sitting across from Nick, a little nervous actually seeing the needle for the first time, “What? You shoot that in my leg or something?” He looked back and forth between the twins’ faces. “That’s what I read you do anyway.” Nick took the needle from Zack, removing the cap. “Nah, first time you gotta mainline it. Works faster,” he said, running a finger over Reynold’s many pronounced veins. “No problem finding a juicy one on you. You pumped ‘em nice. Gonna get you right here.” He held Reynolds' arm flat against his own leg and popped the needle in at an angle, drawing a large stream of blood swirling into the vial. “You gonna love this, dude. Just go with it.” Nick plunged the content into Reynolds’ bloodstream, and Reynolds’ head flew back as the drug hit his brain like an electric current. “Fuck, wah,” Reynolds couldn’t finish the sentence as a thunderclap roared down from his brain through his nervous system straight out to his fingers and toes and especially from the center of his groin. He was blissed almost to the point of passing out from how good he felt. He’d never had this much of a rush flow through him. No finishing line, no swim meet win, not even an orgasm of a fist going up his butt for the first time could compete with the overwhelming ecstasy cascading through his mind and body. What was even more unbelievable was Zack unzipping his fly and presenting him with his fat, uncut Greek cock slapping him in his face a couple of times. It barely pulled him out of his revelry with an insatiable hunger that overtook him and he swallowed Zack member fully, slurping loudly, drool running down his cheeks, Zack’s hardening tool starting to go deeper down his throat. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He didn’t care if Nick saw it or not. In fact he liked that Nick was watching. And Nick did see, and even more unbelievably, pulled off Reynolds’ shorts. “Oops, sorry dude. Must have mixed that point up with some crystal,” Nick admitted disingenuously. Once Reynolds gym shorts were off Nick spied the metal cage over Reynolds’ cock and balls. “What in hell?” Nick tapped against Reynolds’ chastity cage. “What the fuck is that?” Reynolds couldn’t answer with Zack’s cock in his mouth and his brain was too fried from meth to assemble an answer that made sense. He forgot the question as soon as it was asked. All he knew was Zack’s cock in his mouth. The cage just was, part and parcel of his reality. Integrated for over a year. Something his coach wanted. Demanded. Insisted. Rewarded. Something everyone else acquiesced to. Unquestioningly. For the run of the fall season, a break at Christmas, and then again reattached for the rest of spring, free for the summer, now back locked up in fall for a second year. He felt his dick hardening while he sucked the hairy Greek, thick wiry black pubes tickling his nostrils, but knew his dick’s limits and it’d engorged as much as it would and then stopped. He’d soon turn his aroused state solely to his hole as he learned to do his freshman year. He knew he’d give it willingly to these two Greek gods, and, as the drug careened through not only his mind but throughout his body, he sensed they’d make good use of it. He’d be a fucking slut for both of them. No question. “You sick motherfucker. Suck my brother’s dick, faggot,” Nick taunted him. He pulled the folding chair out from under Reynolds who fell to his knees, keeping his mouth attached to Zack’s huge, fully erect cock. Nick brought out a fuckbench from behind one of the heavy black drapes and told Reynolds to climb on it. Zack encouraged him to climb onto it, the whole time continuing the contact between his cock and the swimmer’s mouth. Nick riffled through Reynolds’ gym bag and found his phone. “Open it, shitbag,” he ordered, handing it to Reynolds. Reynolds paused hesitant, which made Zack pull out of his mouth, waving his dark member with its plum purple head bulging and leaking a stream of pre-cum, enticing him with it like a matador in front of a bull. Reynolds’ brows furrowed in frustration and he unlocked the phone for Nick. Zack rewarded Reynolds with his dick as Reynolds positioned himself onto the arm and leg rests of the fuckbench. Zack held Reynolds’ head steady as he started rocking his dick deeper down Reynolds’ throat. Nick snapped a close-up photo on Reynolds’ phone—“Blackmail insurance,” he said—and then started assembling some equipment at the edge of the raised platform while his brother took pleasure in Reynolds’ mouth, adding a finger across the swimmer’s exposed butthole. Reynolds was in a frenzy, feverish, sweating profusely, his fantasy of having Zack play with his butthole complete while he weighed Zacks heavy balls in his hand, totally unaware of the mechanical device with protruding dildo being set up behind him. Zack watched his brother setting up the fuck machine whose wires ran to a laptop at the lighting station. Knowing what Reynolds was in for started making him leak even more in anticipation. He had to admit the swimmer had incredible oral skills. His velvet mouth and wet slippery tongue rolled over his knob sending him over the edge. “I’m gonna cum, Nick,” he called out to his twin. “Go for it, bro,” Nick called back from the lighting station. “Almost ready.” Zack increased his rhythm, skull-fucking Reynolds with deeper and more violent strokes. “Wished I could return the favor,” he told Reynolds. Reynolds tried to speak forgetting he was going down one of the most delicious fat cocks he’d ever given head to, maybe even as good as coach’s. He garbled something unintelligible in response. “Yeah, whatever you said,” Zack responded. “Maybe another time.” He thrust his leaking tool deep down Reynolds’ throat and then exploded spasm after spasm of spunk, gurgling down the horned up jock’s gullet. Spit and sperm ran out of Reynolds’ mouth as he choked on the vast amount of cum Zack shot in him. Reynolds shook his head in pleasure mixed with disbelief, the first moment he began coming off the initial rush of crystal. Fuck, did he feel good. He couldn’t wait for what would come next. “Meanwhile,” Nick said, laying a strap over the back of Reynolds’ Glastonbury sweatshirt and cinching it tight, then securing individual leg restraints over his naked legs and thighs, “time for us to get to the main event. Bro, latch his arms and wrists.” Zack bent down and looked Reynolds in the face. He held the guy’s face in his hands and kissed him, swallowing some of his own cum in the process. He smiled and Reynolds smiled back in a haze of pleasure and innocence. Zack then proceeded to bind the sophomore’s forearms to the arm rests. He stood up and zipped up his hairy crotch from Reynolds’ view. It was only then that Reynolds realized he couldn’t move. “So here’s what’s going to happen,” Nick said, grabbing Reynolds’ sweatshirt hood and draping it down over his head. “I don’t want anyone knowing who you are. Don’t know how long you’re gonna last and I don’t want anyone missing you tonight. This is my thesis project, a kind of update of the old Yale Milgram experiment from the nineteen-sixties, to see how much empathy is out there in the digital world. You’re a psych major, right?” Reynolds nodded but still confused, feeling a rising panic in the pit of his stomach. “You remember Milgram tested subjects telling them it was okay to shock another subject to the point of near death, proving anyone would submit to authority figures given the opportunity, would ‘just follow orders.’ My proposition is that in this brave new world of anonymous social media, there isn’t any authority at all so people are just complete fucks jobs. Soulless, guiltless, fucks. Hope for your sake I’m wrong, but I doubt it. Got him locked down, bro?” Reynold felt Zack push a load of grease into his hole, and followed it up with a protrusion at the edge of his asshole, something that felt like a hard dick ready to fuck him. "Yepper," answered Zack. “I’ve got you wired to a live feed. The upvotes work arithmetically. First ten votes push the rubber dick in an inch, the next twenty pumps up the dildo’s girth an inch, the next thirty makes the piston go a little faster, forty, another inch deeper, fifty, another inch wider, so on and so forth. Downvotes work the same way but in reverse. Given the option we’ll see how much goes in that direction and we’ll see if the public has any sympathy for you and your hole.” “Guys, fuck, don’t do this,” Reynolds was able to spit out, testing the reality that this was really happening. He still tasted Zack, still had a pleasurably hum of eroticism running through him, didn’t know if the idea of being fucked was such a bad idea, but didn’t like he couldn’t move his arms or legs, not even a fraction. “Can’t we just play?” “Later maybe, Steve,” Zack said. “Yeah, Steve. Later,” Nick said snidely. “We’ll see how much the internet thinks you should take if anything is left of you. You’ve got the potential of a two foot horse cock aimed at your shithole, more if the interweb deems it. You’re at their mercy, whoever ‘they’ are. My guess is you’re going to be a complete bloody trainwreck when we check back later.” “I think,” added Zack to reassure Reynolds, “people are going to be more empathetic than my brother thinks.” “That would only be true,” posited Nick, “if they could see his face, but he’s only a body on YouTube. No audio, all they’ll see is thrashing. Potentially.” Reynolds felt the initial sensation of the dildo pushing in an inch. “Looks like you’ve been spotted by a few gawkers. By the IP address looks like their from this campus, but the hits are starting to grow wider. I have a running banner of stats under the video but I’m sure all eyes will be glued to your ass and how it’s taking the punishment.” A hiss of air came from the mechanical box and Reynolds felt the cock expand inside his ass and also started moving faster in and out. “Think you’ve already got a fan club forming. New York and New Jersey just lit up.” At the moment it teased his ass. He’d taken much more locked up last spring under coach’s guidance. A fist, double penetration, a small eggplant, a large eggplant—no holding back what a locked up hormonal eighteen-year-old would do to satisfy his pent up urges—but this was an ominous test like he could never imagine. Nick and Zack walked off the platform. Reynolds, fearing his plight, began yelling for help in the muffled room. “Save your breath, Steve,” Zack said. “This stage is virtually soundproof and, besides, hardly anyone come down here anymore.” Another inch went in deeper while another inch stretched him wider as the oscillation increased. The twins were gathering up their belongings when they heard a cry from the platform and heard the undulation of the fuck machine increase more rapidly than before. Nick checked the laptop. “They’re starting to share it across different social media, it’s spreading to Europe, too. Look, someone created a hashtag. That’s gonna leave a mark.” “Maybe we should stay and monitor so it doesn’t get out of hand.” Zack sounded genuinely concerned. “Nah, besides, Reynolds is a fuckin’ perve. Who else locks his junk up in a cage? He can take it and if he can’t, whose fault is that?” The twins exited and the Blackbox door clanked shut behind them like a tomb. Within minutes the video feed went viral. It was retweeted, additional hashtags were shared, Russian bots flooded the stream, hackers programmed algorithms to deluge the upvote counter just to see what would happen. What started arithmetically—one plus two plus three—became exponential increases—four times five times six—something Nick hadn’t thought of but Reynolds felt the growth expanding inside his colon, a digital virus, an epidemic spreading inside his analog hole. Two dicks, three, four, a fist, double fists, triple. The sensation outstripped his body's real-time experiences. Steve Reynolds’ phone sat mounted on a tripod next to him, only a few feet away, impartial, capturing his ever-increasing torment, dispassionate, observing his growing misery objectively, both judge and jury emotionless. Upvotes flooded the counter ticking up faster and faster. Who knew how high it would go before it stopped? Or if it even would stop. Regardless, his hole opened wider, he was penetrated deeper. His anguish became endless agony, the excruciation bottomless, the suffering relentless; all the while the machine rattled on and on and on and on, as the counter ticked higher, ever higher.

Part 3 - Chasers End Game The town clock was striking 9pm as a gust of wind blew the trees over my head, I looked up at the waving branches then at the quiet solitude of the bandstand. The trill of anonymous bareback sex was always a turn on for me and I couldn't stop myself from meeting with guys to get some cock action. I knew the risk involved so I was classed as a chaser in the world of engaging in this act. Walking down the path in my direction was a tall guy with a baseball hat, I looked nervously on trying to peek without him registering my monitoring of his movements. He stopped took a glance around and approached me. "Sean?" he asked, "Yes." I answered looking at him, he motioned me to follow so I stood rather shakily and walked beside him as we disappeared in to the bushes and trees behind the bandstand, we continued through the dense foliage not muttering a word to each other until he hit a small opening. He reached out and pulled me up to him as he manoeuvred behind me, the excitement running through my body at the thought of this stranger holding me tight and about to fuck me. He moved one arm as I felt his hand slip in to my jogging bottoms pushing them free from my waist and down to my knees. His hand caressed my ass quickly then I heard his zipper being undone and felt his knuckles against my ass as he fumbled his cock free from his jeans. I bent over slightly and felt the unmistakable feel of metal rubbing against my hole, I flinched as something coarse grated against my hole as he pushed the head of his cock in my ass parted as a wave of pain ran through my ass. I gave a short agonising moan, thinking to myself what the hell was his piercing, trying to pull away his other arms pulled me back as more of his cock forced it's way in to me. My legs began to shake uncontrollably through the sensation that my ass was being internally ripped with every motion his cock made. Catching my breath I asked him to go easy, "Just relax and breath deeply." was his reply. He passed me a bottle of poppers so I took several deep whiffs as the rush went to my head I sighed and he slowly pushed the length of his cock deep inside my ass. He rested holding me firmly on his cock "Take some more poppers." he told me, I obliged and started feeling his hips rubbing up against my ass as he began to fuck me slow and steady. The scraping sensation eased as I thought it was natural when taking a pierced cock, little did I realise what it was doing to the inside of my ass. My head was buzzing from the poppers as he began to thrust in harder and faster with every stroke, use to the sensation I relaxed and enjoyed the fuck, biting my lower lip as I tried not to make a sound. I heard him start moaning as he began to ramp up the pace pounding away at my hole, his hands tightened their grip around my waist. Without a word he pushed hard and deep in to me as I felt his cock swell and pulsate, I moaned and pushed my ass back further on his cock, he let out several low grunts as his hips jolted harder up against me. Each one releasing a stream of his seed and breeding me deep, he relaxed and came down from his orgasm but his vice like grip on my hips showed no sign of releasing me. "There, you got your breeding, hope it was worth it." he said as his cock began retracting from my body. I was still breathing heavy as I heard him zipping his jeans up, when I turned to face him he had disappeared in to the bushes. I pulled a tissue from my pocket and wiped at my ass flinching at the pain, examining it there was a blood but no cum. I sorted myself out and headed back home. Later that night his cum made it's return journey out of my ass and I looked in disbelief at the amount of blood and cum. I logged on to the hook up site and saw a message from him, opening it up it simply read 'Hope you like the gift I gave you.', I responded but didn't hear anything back from him. I realised then he must have been a poz gifter, even though we never mentioned status I thought that the chase was over. I started to feel unwell about 3 weeks after that night in the bushes at Serenity park.

Part 2 - Seeking Prey Now I had the perfect tool to spread my gift I set up a new profile on a gay fetish and general hook up site, the purpose, to see how many were actually out there secretly wanting to get knocked up or those who barebacked on the side for more dangerous fun. On both sites my profile simply stated: '24 year old top, 8 inch uncut pierced cock with a need to breed and seed you bottom or versatile sluts.' 'Looks unimportant as you will be face down getting the fuck you will never forget, bareback only and I do not pull out until I have bred you.' 'Do not ask any questions as I am not here for a Q&A session, just be ready to get fucked.' Profile submitted with a picture of my cock, careful so that my weapon didn't show as I didn't want to give everything away. Since screwing the twinks life up at the club I had also got a small permanent tattoo on my left leg of a grim reaper, deciding that bio hazard and scorpion was to obvious plus I wanted something a little different. After an hour or so I logged back on to the fetish site again to see how many hits I had, as the page loaded it displayed 7 views, guess that's not bad for an hour. Logging off I switched to the general hook up site and surprised to see 43 hits on my profile and 5 messages. I trawled through the first 3 messages which had stupid remarks or questions like 'Love to fuck with you, can you take the piercing out?' and 'Blow job for first meet to see how we get on.', naturally those got deleted. Message 4 read '20 year old, hiv- std free, looking for a clean fuck.' Bingo, I checked out the profile and slightly blurred face pic, he was only a couple of miles from me. I messaged back with be at the Serenity Park cruising ground in 2 hours at the bench by the bandstand. I hit send and within a couple of minutes his reply came in "Will be there at 9pm, names Sean.".

Part 2: No matter how turned on the contract made me, I couldn't quite bring myself to sign it right away. That nagging doubt in the back of my mind. I don't really want to be pozzed, I reminded myself. And then I found myself imagining Eric's cock entering me. His big cock. His big poz cock. No matter how hard I tried to ignore the thought, I kept ending up jacking off as I re-read the "terms" of the contract. I couldn't help but to fixate on my requirement to declare "I am a whore for poz cock. I want HIV-filled cum fucked into me." And I couldn't help but to say that to myself every time I came since reading the contract. And how did Eric know I would be receptive to such twisted language? That question was answered when another envelope appeared under my door a couple of days after the contract. The letter inside it was short and to the point. I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but to look at your laptop's history when we hung out last week. You visit some interesting sites. ;-) I'm still awaiting your signature. Don't let this offer expire. I felt ashamed for a moment. But that quickly passed as I realized that he was obviously okay with dozens of visits to BBRT, and A4A and this site. I tried to remember if I even visited any forums besides this bugchasing forum. Oh gosh, I don't think I did. Well, he knows how to entice me, I realized. And then it occurred to me that he's not just trying to tell me what I want to hear. He wants to poz me! Why else would he pressure me. Eric wants to get off on pozzing my ass with his big cock! And within a couple of seconds, I went from shame to insatiably rock hard. I went straight to my desk, and pulled out the contract from the drawer. I jacked my cock furiously as I re-read the terms; and the second letter. His dark desire to control me was intoxicating. Holy shit, he wants to fuck me to death! He wants to murder me with his big cock! "I want HIV-cum fucked into me!" I nearly shouted as I shot my load.