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Decided to grab the train across Australia from Sydney to Perth and have a relaxing 4 days and 3 nights off after a busy year with work. Have always wanted to do the trip, and know that most on the train are older, so was planning to relax and when I got to Perth, spend a few days chasing loads. Got to the station and ticket was all sorted and I went to find my carriage. There was an attendant at each carriage and when I got to my carriage the attendant was a hot 20’s something guy. 6’ tall with an avg build but wearing the uniform of beige trousers (very tight and well filled out) and train logo polo with a stockman’s hat. What looked like short brown hair under the hat and piercing blue eyes with a trimmed beard. I almost got a hard on there and then. My thoughts went straight too disappointment as I imagined how good it would be (for eye candy alone) to have him on the entire trip. I am a 45 y/o avg guy with smooth body and blonde short hair. Nothing special but wearing jeans and t-shirt. He introduced himself as Adam and explained a few basic things before I was to get on to the train. I was thinking of how hot it would be if he was on the trip, and as though he could read my mind, he adds “I will be your carriage attendant the whole trip” out of nowhere. I am taken back by the random comment and am obviously pleased. “I’ll come by and give you the run down on the carriage once we are under way” He repeats my cabin number as if to remind himself. Others are lining up, so I get on the train in a bit of a haze and find my cabin. I have a private cabin with ensuite that is usually for two people, but I paid to have it to myself to relax. I settle in and am putting some things away as the train starts out and immediately there is a knock at the door. It is Adam (he must have come straight to my cabin first). He walks straight in and closes the door behind him and begins to explain the features of the cabin. “So, you are travelling alone I see?” I confirm this for him, and he smiles. I swear the bulge in his trousers is bigger, but I put it down to my imagination. After explaining everything he tells me he has a cabin at the end of the carriage and is available 24/7 for anything I need. He then looks me in the eyes and says, “anything at all, even in the middle of the night”. He leaves and I hear him explain the features to all the other people in my carriage, but he never goes into their cabins. As the evening falls and after I have had dinner, I head back to the cabin and shortly after there is knock at my door. It is Adam. “Sorry sir, I meant to prepare your bed while you were at dinner. I got caught up a bit. Let me do it now for you. There is not a lot of room, and he keeps brushing past me to do his stuff and his crotch is growing to a noticeable bulge. Sometimes when he needs to get past me, he puts his hands on my hips gently to steady himself and I feel his growing crotch brush against my arse, and my own cock is starting to go. “Is there anything else I can do for you” he asks, and he clearly has a hard on. But I am not sure of the rules and what to do and I stumble to say everything is perfect, trying not to get caught looking at his crotch, but he clearly notices. “If you haven’t been on a train overnight before, sometimes it is hard to get to sleep or sleep. So, please let me know if you need anything no matter the time.” He motions to the attendant button on the wall “I mean anything at all – ok” and he then leaves. By midnight I cannot sleep, and my mind constantly goes to Adam, and I know a good fucking and load from him is exactly what I need to sleep. I think what the hell and I press the attendant button. I am in boxers and singlet for bed. Within a minute, Adam is at my door in the same clothes but sporting a massive bulge in his tight pants. “I’ve been waiting for that call for hours”. Without invitation he comes into my cabin and shuts the door and just pushes me to the wall and kisses me and starts grinding his massive crotch against mine. “What about if someone else calls for the attendant?” I ask. “I am officially off from 10pm and that is what everyone is told. You are the only one I said “anytime”. And he grins and starts to kiss me again. I begin to undo his pants and he stops me and says, “sorry I need to tell you I am poz. Just got the results back a week ago and not started meds yet. So can only do oral for now”. He sounds a bit disappointed as he says it and I look him in the eye and ask, “so you would be pretty toxic now I guess”. He responds in a disheartened manner “yeah I guess so – sorry” I smile and kiss him again and continue to release a thick nine-inch cock from his pants and pre-cum flicks onto my boxers as I do. He seems a little reluctant and I assure him, “good! That means I have 3 nights for you to knock me up. No rules, no condoms and nothing for you to worry about. I want to be fucked and bred by you as often as you can do it for the next 3 nights. I want your poz babies.” You can see the relief in his eyes and without a word he turns me around, pulls the back of my boxers down and shoves all nine inches inside me all at once. It hurts a little at first, but he just holds it there until I relax and after a few seconds starts pumping my arse with his huge cock. He is fucking me hard against the wall as he is kissing and biting my neck. “Fuck it has been a week since I came. It’s gonna be a big load and probably fast”. And within a minute of that he says, “fuck I gotta cum – oh shit – here it comes” and he bottoms out inside me, and I feel the warm sensation of him flooding my insides with his poz seed. I reach around and grab his arse to make sure he doesn’t pull out. He seems to cum for ages, but also doesn’t seem to go soft. He keeps kissing my neck, breathing heavily, whilst still inside me and still hard. He starts slowly fucking me again. “Fuck, I told you it had been a while. You want another load?” I respond by pushing back hard on his cock and he starts to fuck me hard again and within 5 minutes he is unloading a second load in me without even pulling out from his first load. After about a minute, he starts to go soft this time and his cock pops out of my hole. This whole time is has stayed dressed. I turn around and kiss him more. “When are you officially back on duty?” I ask. “6am” he responds. “Good plenty of time for us then” and I begin to undress him. Before long we are both naked and he has a gorgeous hairy chest under his work shirt. The beds are narrow, so he lays on top of me with his crotch nestled nicely between my legs as we make out like two teenagers. He stays until 5am and neither of us sleep. He proceeds to pump another 2 loads in me overnight. As he leaves, I say, “so two more nights for you to knock me up right” and kiss him. I go to an early breakfast with a slightly sore arse but have kept his loads inside me. He passes me on my way back from breakfast and he stops me and says “you may want to change” and runs his hands down the back of my jeans. There is a wet patch where his seed has started to leak out. “or pop a plug in there”. And then he continues to walk on. To be continued…

Pozzed Cheerleader I was a male cheerleader for a Big10 school. Yeah, the rumors are true. We get a lot of sex with the female cheerleaders. We do spend a lot of time with each other, but we also get a lot of attention from the alumni, especially the older men who think we are male dancers. Honestly, I don’t mind they tuck more than a few bucks when we entertain at alumni dinners, tailgating and some sideline visits. What I was not ready for was the dropping of room cards and near constant invites. George was in his 50’s played QB for us in back in the 80’s and there had always been rumors that he was gay even back in his playing days. I was still surprised when we were in one of the tunnel bathrooms when he felt me up and tucked a hundred dollar bill and his room key card into my jock inviting me to his room at midnight in uniform with the promise of two more just like it just for showing up. I had been letting my roommate suck my cock since the beginning of the year. So gay sex was not new to me, but i was not sure what George wanted from me. The promise of $200 just for showing up was too good to pass up. We lost the game that day. So, I knew the party scene was going to be lame that night. So my excuses were slowly disappearing for not meeting George. My girlfriend wanted to go to the Alpha house, most of the black football players belonged to the Alpha’s. I got along with them all, but I think she was going more for the bbc than anything else. That is another story and a different forum. I let her go with her friends. I showered in the locker room. I shuck my uniform out in my gym bag as we are only allowed to wear it outside for sanctioned events. It was still early so I went to some parties and nothing caught my fancy, and that $200 extra was already burning a hole in my pocket for some stuff for school. I decided to go for it. I made my way to the Union Hotel where all the “special” alumni stay for games. I avoided some people I knew by taking the stairs and I figured it would give me an opportunity to slip back into my cheer uniform. George’s room was on the top floor the 5th. I slowly made my way up the stairs. I was walking up to this room when I noticed one of my cheer teammates ahead of me walking up to the door. I had long suspected he was gay, and this just proves. I had justified my being there as “gay for pay”. I was sure he was there for his love of cock. I was about to be proved so wrong. I motioned to Jamie, and he hesitated when he knocked on George’s door. I told it was cool. I was here for the same thing. He smiled and said he knew it. I was a little taken aback. No one had ever, to my knowledge, thought I was a faggot. George swung open the door and there were 3 other mostly naked men in his suite with ages ranging from mid-30’s to early-50’s most I recognized from the football wall of fame in the fieldhouse. One was the school’s all-time leading rusher Javon, I should leave their last names out. The other was an all-American DB Mike and a guy that went pro on the defense Dan. There were 4 guys in the room, 2 black and 2 white and me and Jamie. Jamie and I were in the center of all the guys, George still had his pants on with a wife-beater T, but everyone else were down to the t-shirts and shorts or jocks. George took $500 from his wallet and took $300 and motioned to Jamie that it was his and the rest was mine. George laughed and said the “straight” one was cheaper. The whole room laughed at me, but my cock just got harder. I knew my erection was visible to everyone in the room. Our uniforms really did not leave much to the imagination. George told us to do a cheer for the room. So Jamie and I looked at each other and without saying a word broke into a cheer. We chanted and gyrated into our little dance movements in the little space we had in front of our all-male half-naked audience. Once we were done. George ordered us to take our bottoms off and do it again. We pulled off our shoes, socks, pants, but were told to leave our jocks on. We, again, did another cheer for the guys, who by now were pulling out their flaccid cocks. I felt a pull on my leg by a pair of dark hands while Jamie was being dragged down by a now naked George and Dan. It was then that I saw the biohazard tats on both George and Dan. I thought it was off that they each had the same tat, but then I saw the same on Javon and Mike. Jamie was on his knees in no time sucking George then Dan and I soon found myself doing the same for Javon and Mike. I had never sucked cock before, but had been sucked. So, I just did what I thought I would like and in no time I had two very hard black cocks trading spots in my all-to-eager mouth. While I switched back and forth between Mike and Javon. George slipped in behind me and started to rim my virgin ass. I love having my ass ate. My girlfriend would do it from time to time, but not often enough for me. George had me moaning in no time. He started fingering my hole. He had large QB hands, and I felt every knuckle of his index finger in my ass. Jamie was still devouring Dan’s huge cock. When Mike pulled away from me and got behind Jamie and began to rim and finger his ass. Dan and Javon moved side-by-side on the couch pulling Jamie and I along with them. So we could keep sucking their oversized cocks. Dan was nearly 9inches of thick white steel. Javon was a heavy 8inch black rod, George was a good 7inch and Mike had 8.5 of thick dick. I knew I was going to get fucked by all of them. I just wanted George to go first. The room was moving so fast. It felt like a moment ago I was on the football field and now I am here on my hands and knees next to a teammate sucking an alumni cock just boefore we are both about to get fucked. Myself for the first time. George got up and grabbed what looked like lube and a small brown bottle from next to the bed. He smeared my ass with the lube and held the open brown bottle under my nose telling me to breathe deep. I was euphoric. I felt his cock as my hole. I was straight, I was gay for pay. “I am, we are going to knock up your virgin ass today boy” George snickered. I was not sure what he meant, but I played along. “Yeah QB breed my hole knock my virgin ass up with your powerful seed” I breathed as he slowly slipped the head of his tainted cock in my now deflowered ass. Jamie, knowing the terminology far better than I did, was struggling, but they held that bottle under his nose and soon Dan had sunk his fleshy man pole into Jamie’s bottom. Jamie was along for the ride. More to Cum I like hot chat and phone hit me up Joey

Chapter 2 Uncle King gently rocked his hips back and forth, asking Kip for more lube. Kip squeezed some lube on Uncle King's giant cock and on my hairless hole. Then, he picked up the pipe, took a big hit, and shotgunned me, kissing me ferociously. "Tweak his nipples!" Michael called out to Kip from behind the camera. When I jumped from Kip's touch, more of Uncle King's cock pushed into my hole. I grunted and moaned, while writhing away from Kip's thumbs and fingers. "Oh, that is just all kinds of excellent!" Kip laughed, a little sadistically. "We'll have to see if there's anything in that duffel bag for nipples. If not, my mom has clothespins I can borrow." The thought of this turned me on. I had played with my nipples while jerking off before, and always loved how it felt. These guys sure seemed to know what they were doing when it came to using a guy like me. Kip took another hit, and shotgunned me once again, while still stroking my cock. I was beginning to rock back on Uncle King's cock a little, meeting him on his subtle thrusts. I guess he didn't wanna go for broke and spook me. Almost as if he'd read my mind, King said, "Nice and slow, Little Buddy. I got you. Nice and slow. Keep rocking back on that big daddy dick. You gonna call me 'Daddy' when I plow your hot little hole, Little Buddy? You gonna tell me 'Yes, Sir!' and 'No, Sir!' when I ask you questions while I'm fucking you?" "Yes, Sir!" I answered, already getting into the spirit of it. He grinned. "Nice. We're gonna have a lot of fun. First question: "You gonna get mad if we invite other guys over to use you this week?" Wow. The thought that such a big secret as this would - could - go beyond the four of us hadn't occurred to me. Of course, I'd arrived that evening expecting nothing more than a routine workout and sleepover. "No, Sir!" I stammered, not too confidently. Then I added, "Like who?" "That's our little secret," King replied, winking at me as he rocked his cock back and forth, with a few inches now buried in my hole. "But there are quite a few guys around town who have it bad for you, Little Buddy. You're gonna have a fun time, though, I promise! You just gotta keep this all a secret, OK?" "Yes, Sir!" I replied. "Attaboy, Little Buddy!" King beamed down at me. His voice sounded proud. Slowly, Uncle King pulled his cock out, followed by the beads, one by one - which drove me insane as they put pressure on my prostate and then popped out my hairless hole. Then, he quickly stuffed his cock back in the gape before it closed up again. With the beads now gone, he now had a couple of inches more in there. "Sooooooooo fuckin' tight! Goddamn this is some Grade A boypussy right here, guys." Kip reached over and spanked me hard on my right asscheek. I jumped, and as I did so, Uncle King's cock slid in another couple of inches. This was happening, and I fucking loved it. I moaned out: "Oh, fuck me, Uncle King! Fuck me! Put it in me!" "Call me 'Daddy' Little Buddy," King reminded me. "And call Michael 'big brother,' OK? I've always wanted a boy of mine to take care of me, but Michael was never into it. You're like the faggot younger son I never had, and the cocksucking little brother Michael never had." That was off-the-chain hot. I wondered what King might have done to try to entice Michael to play with him. Had Michael done *anything* with his dad before, I wondered? With the smoke, my thoughts were nasty and scattered. I imagined that maybe King had secretly given Michael meth, too, like he had done with me. "Fuck me, Daddy!" I replied, focusing, grunting, and thrusting back on him as he got a little more aggressive with his strokes. Michael was taking pictures like crazy. He had Kip grab the Polaroid to take more of those, too. Michael came up to my head and offered me his cock, as he urged his dad on and continued taking pictures with the Pentax. I was lying back on the bench, King holding my ankles in the air while Michael squatted down to feed me his big "big brother" cock. "Come on, Dad! You're more than halfway in now. He can take it. He's all blissed out and high as fuck. Just a little further, and you're gonna bottom out and take that sweet cherry finally! Go balls deep, Dad! Show this little faggot of ours how much he's gonna love getting fucked this week at both ends!" Uncle King grabbed my narrow hips and pulled me back onto his cock, rough. He wasn't quite as aggressive as Kip had been so far, but pretty close. I realized I liked it rough. He locked eyes with me as he began to push more steadily at my hole, rocking back and forth in larger arcs now. He was fucking a few inches inside me, for sure, and hitting my prostate with each stroke. "OK, faggot," King said to me, "Second question: name some other friends of Michael's that you have a crush on besides Kip here." Michael took his cock out of my mouth so I could answer. I thought for a second and answered, grinning and flashing my deep dimples, "Definitely Javon and Juan Pablo!" Michael laughed: "Oh, they'll be here later. That was a gimme and a no-brainer, the way you always gawked at them in the locker room while waiting for me to give you a ride home after practice. You like the dark meat, Little Buddy? HAWT! Well, they can't wait to sink their black and brown cocks into your pink, pale, hairless boyhole." Whenever I used to wait for Michael in the locker room after his practices, Javon would let his big black cock swing back and forth, hitting each leg as he walked. Whenever Michael wasn't around, he'd waggle it at me and wink at me, and say stuff like, "You ever see such a big cock, Little Buddy?" or, "Pretty little white boys like you shouldn't stare, ya know." I'd blush every time, but he'd flash his pearly whites and tell me he was just kidding, and that he was used to the white boys on the football and baseball teams checking him out. "Even the coaches do, so don't worry about it." Still, I'd always blush whenever he did it. But I always looked. Then, there was Juan Pablo. His parents had moved to West Virginia from Colombia, and his dad was a general family practitioner in town. Juan Pablo was openly into me, even around Michael. Michael often had to fuss at him to back off and leave me alone, but I noticed it always seemed to make Michael hard whenever Juan Pablo would "cross the line" with me. For instance, one time last summer, Juan Pablo had been one of the first ones off the field after practice, and had come over to talk to me as I sat on the bench waiting for Michael. Michael's locker was in a back corner. Juan Pablo angled himself so that anyone else coming into that row of lockers couldn't see, as he untied his football pants, fished out his cup, and waggled his massive uncut cock out right in front of my face, about an inch from my lips. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he'd asked me, point-blank, shaking it and tugging on his foreskin as his cock grew larger. Blushing, I shrugged. "Well, it likes you," he leered, taking my non-committal shrug as a yes. "Too bad Michael is so uptight, or we could have a little fun, you and me. Guys back home play around all the time." Just then, Michael rounded the end of the row, and stalked over to Juan Pablo, a pissed-off, set-jawed look on his face. "Put it away!" he hissed, looking around to make sure nobody else had seen. I guess he had a sixth sense about what was going down. Or maybe Juan Pablo had miscalculated the angle. "Chill, amigo!" Juan Pablo said, nonchalantly and slowly tucking himself back into his football pants. "The kid wants it, though. You know it and I know it." "There's a time and a place for everything," Michael answered cryptically. Now, as I lay there with his dad's cock burrowing into my tight, hairless hole, I realized what he'd meant at the time. The time was now - after my 18th birthday - and the place was right here in this dingy, run-down garage. It all made sense now, and was HOT AS FUCK! King interrupted my train of thought: "Next question: how old do most people still think you are, Little Buddy?" I blushed. This was a sore spot for me. Most people thought I was still around 14 or 15. I answered truthfully: "Usually they guess 14 or 15." "That's fuckin' hot, Little Buddy!" Kip whooped. "You really can pretend that you're Michael's little brother, eager to please him, and his friends, and y'all's pervy fuckin' daddy!" King grunted, thrusting more of his cock in, insistently now. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuck, Kip, say more shit like that and you'll have me cumming in no time!" "It's hot as fuck, King!" Kip replied. "Give him all of that daddy dick, so his big brother can fuck him next!" Michael moved around to get a close-up of his dad's massive cock about halfway in my hole now. He told Kip to put some more lube on the back end of his dad's cock, and Kip quickly obliged. When Kip finished, he came up by my head and squatted way down for me to swallow his cock. Aggressively, he gagged me. "Breathe through your nose, Little Buddy," he instructed. "You can do this. You can throat my cock all the way if you try." I got a good bit of his cock down my throat, squeezing tight once his cockhead entered my gullet, before I gagged again. Michael was taking pictures of the action. "Holy shit, that's hot, Kip! Keep it up! He almost had it all. And you can see your cock stretching out his throat when you face-fuck him. That is so off the hook!" Kip kept at it for a few more minute, gagging me intermittently. I *almost* got it all at one point, then almost puked. Kip pulled out, as I gasped for air. "That was hot as fuck, Little Buddy! I'll give you a rest. Here, smoke some more." He handed me the pipe, leaning in to shotgun with me - kissing me aggressively and grabbing my hair hard to hold me in position - after every rip I took from the bubbler. Suddenly and without warning, King reached up and tweaked both my nipples, hard, as he rammed his cock into my hole. This time, I jumped so hard that my ring gave way and he bottomed out. I could feel his big nuts mashed up against my asscrack. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he hissed. I grunted and moaned really loud. "Oh, fuck, Daddy, fuck! That feels so good! Fuck me, Daddy! Show my big brother and his buddy what a faggot I am for your big daddy dick! Let Michael get more pictures of his little brother being y'all's boywhore and boyhole." Somehow, I just ***knew*** that I could push some of *their* buttons now, now that I knew some of *their* kinks and turn-ons. King grunted, grinned, leaned down, and told me to hold my mouth open. When I did, he spat in it. It tasted minty from his dipping earlier. "Look at you, Little Buddy, embracing the whole daddy / son / big brother roleplay thing! You're even hotter than I imagined you would be. I've known for years that you were checking other guys out - I mean, it was obvious to anyone with eyes except your dumb-as-shit parents - but we had to wait. Sorry about that, Little Buddy. But I know some guys who got into some deep shit with the law for breaking that particular Thou Shalt Not." "I understand, Dad." I replied, smiling up at him. "Good boy!" he grinned down at me. As he said this, he began to slowly pull out just a little, then easing back in, starting a slowly-building rhythm. With each pullout, he pulled a little more out, until he was longdicking me from tip to base with each thrust. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck my tight little boyhole, Daddy! Make me your bitch!" I hissed up at King, hunger in my eyes. Micheal piped up: "You're a nasty little faggot, aren't you, Little Buddy - or should I say, Little Brother? I always knew you would be. It killed me not to do anything about it. I knew you wanted it, and I wanted to help you act on your desires, but rules are rules, man." I moaned. My main crush had always been on Michael. Now, with him pretending to be my big brother? I was over the moon, delirious with horned-up, crazy, addle-minded fantasies. The smoke helped, of course. I was high as fuck, with all kinds of nasty thoughts running through my mind. Mainly, I wondered who else might be coming - or cumming - that week. And I wondered whether King had ever fucked Michael like this. It turned me on to think that King got Michael to suck and take his dick at least once. I don't know why, but the thought of him secretly slipping Michael meth like they'd done to me was a huge turn-on. "Are Javon and Juan Pablo really coming?" I asked, looking at Michael. "Yup. They'll be here later. We'll have to put the bubbler away though. They don't know I do this shit. They're due here in a coupla hours. That should give all three of us a chance to unload in your hot, hairless hole. Your hole makes you look so young, dude! It's fucking hot as hell, and it looks awesome stretched around Dad's dick, man! Just wait until you see these pix later!" King continued long-dicking me. "How's that feel, son? You like my great big daddy dick pounding your hot little boyhole?" I remembered the correct response: "Yessir, Daddy! If I'd known this felt so good, I would've been playing with my own hole all this time." Michael grinned and said: "We hid my bi mags from you, so that you had no idea how good it might feel to have a cock or something else in your ass. We wanted you as tight as possible for taking your cherry together tonight." That was hot. Still, I couldn't help but think of all the cucumbers I could've used. I'd heard boys on the bus joke about using a cucumber in the ass. Now, I wondered if they were really joking or not. King really picked up the pace now, pounding my hole and slapping his big beefy legs into my ass with each thrust. "Get ready, son! Here it cums!" he suddenly said, taking Michael, Kip, and me all three by surprise, I think. He grunted, grunted, grunted, and then - with one final total-buried-thrust - unloaded in my hairless hole. When he finished cumming, he just rested there for a minute, catching his breath. I was on fire with hunger. Pulling out, he turned to Michael and said, "Your turn." Michael waved him off. "I'll go last after all. I wanna get the pictures out of the way first before I fuck him. You go, Kip." Kip didn't need to be told twice. Shoving his dick in in one thrust, he grinned down and me and said, "Your daddy loosened you up real nice. Ready for another pounding, faggot?" King came up to my mouth and told me, "Clean my cock, son! Show Daddy what a nasty faggot he has for a son!" As Kip slammed into me, I cleaned that daddy dick, swallowing the first half, and licking off the second half to the base. I was in pig heaven. [Kip's rough fuck will be next + Javon and Juan Pablo arrive early + more guests are revealed or hinted at ... hope you enjoyed.]

Author's Note: To comply with the rules of the site and the forum, ages and the timespan have been modified. Enjoy! I grew up in West Virginia, in a double-wide trailer with a big yard, a creek, and woods. Ours was a big family. Mom is 17th of 17. That's not a typo. Dad is 3rd of 8. I have tons of first cousins on both sides, many of whom I had crushes on from an early age. One, in particular, always got me hard and dripping - Michael, as well as his dad (my uncle by marriage), "King." I never found out why, but everyone called him that. Mom wasn't keen on King. He was a long-haul trucker. He dipped snuff. He cursed. He was loud. He was opinionated. She called him "trailer trash who married well" (she liked my aunt - my dad's sister - well enough, because she went to our little Pentecostal church with us). Michael was all alpha male, too. He was 3 years older than me, and I had idolized him when he played sports in junior high and high school. He now worked at a junkyard that serviced all the bubba gearheads in our area, including those who competed at the local motor speedway. Right after I turned 18, Mom, Dad, and my aunt went to a week-long church retreat upstate. When Michael found out that I'd be free so soon after my 18th birthday, he invited me over to spend the first night they left, which was a Friday. I loved spending the night with Michael. He had (str8) porn mags. He had all of his old sports gear. He almost always had a pile of dirty laundry, including ripe jockstraps stained with cum, piss, and sweat. And he had this maddening habit of showering and then toweling off with his big, floppy, uncut cock bouncing up and down as he dried his hair for what seemed like just a bit too long, as if he wanted me to stare while his face was covered by the towel - which I did. Whenever he'd catch sight of me from under the towel, he'd smirk and sometimes give his cock a tug or two. It always made me hard, and gave me endless jackoff material. When I got there that night, Uncle King was in the living room, in a stained wife beater and short-shorts. He was in his recliner with his feet up, drinking a beer and watching an action movie. I could see up the leg of his shorts: he was wearing a stained jockstrap. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was hot. When I went to put my duffel bag in Michael's room, King told me that the two of them had a big surprise for me, since Mom, Dad, and my aunt were out of town, but I'd have to keep it a secret. The way he grinned as he said it, spitting some dip juice into the red Solo cup beside him, told me it was something that Mom definitely wouldn't approve of. He told me to go get squared away in Michael's room, and for both of us to come out to the garage once I was settled in. When I got into Michael's room, he gave me this shit-eating grin. "Dude, Dad and I got some righteous weed. We're getting you high as fuck as a late birthday present, Little Buddy." (He'd called me that since I was little. It was his pet nickname for me, but sometimes his teammates or coworkers would call me that as well. I sorta liked it. It kinda stamped me as belonging to Michael in his buddies' minds.) "Here," he said, handing me a pair of short-shorts and an old jockstrap. (This was the 80s.) "Put those on. Those should fit you. They're old pairs of mine." It turned me on to be wearing some of his old gear, and I think he could tell that I got a little chubbed up as I tucked myself in to the pouch of the borrowed jock. Even though it was one he'd worn in junior high, the pouch was still loose on me, given the difference in the size of our cocks. The waist and ass-straps fit perfectly, though. He rounded out my workout outfit with an old practice t-shirt with the sides cut out, tossing it to me to put on. "You ever smoke pot, Little Buddy?" I shook my head no, mouth suddenly dry. Was this really happening? "Ain't no thang. Dad and I sneak a bowl or a joint here or there all the time. Mom knows Dad still does it sometimes, but she'd kill me if she knew I did it, so - seriously - mum's the word about what happens tonight, all right?" I nodded my head. "Good. Let's go. Dad's probably got the bong packed and ready by now." I followed Michael outside. Their garage was detached from the house, and always had some sort of project in progress - rebuilding an engine or whatnot. I wasn't very up on stuff like that. I was more bookish, I guess you could say. No matter what project they had going on in there, they always had the back corner with the free weights and bench press free to use. Michael had taken me in there in the past couple of years to tone me up, although I still wasn't crazy about it. He said it would make me look sexier for the girls. Whatever. When we got inside, King grinned and told Michael to lock the side door leading into the garage, and to lock the garage door as well. "Don't want someone catching us. Better safe than sorry!" King explained to me. Made sense. King showed me how to use the lighter and how to suck on the bong to take a rip. My first one wasn't very good, since I was all out of breath from the excitement of it all. "Here," King said, putting one hand on my back and the other on my stomach. "Get control of your breathing, and then you can suck in a really good rip. Show him, Michael." I jumped a little when King's hand touched my stomach, just above the waistline of the short-shorts. His touch was electric. Michael obliged, and took a massive rip, demonstrating how to do it. I figured he would exhale, but instead he leaned over, grabbed me gently but firmly behind my neck, and moved toward me like he was gonna kiss me. "Suck in his rip, Little Buddy!" King instructed. "It's called a shotgun. We try not to waste what we've got, so shotgunning makes it last longer." I stopped resisting Michael's hand on the back of my neck. When his lips touched mine and he exhaled that smoke, I was harder than I'd ever been before. My whole body tingled - whether from the smoke, or from the fact that Michael's lips touched mine, or both, I wasn't quite sure. I never would've guessed in a million years that he'd do something like that with me. Uncle King grabbed the bong and took his own rip. As King pulled me toward him to do another shotgun, I could smell the mint of his dip. After he shotgunned me once, he said he was gonna go back in and watch some more TV, but would be back out at later. "Have fun, you two!" he called over his shoulder. Michael chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Dad. We will." After King left, Michael groped himself and said, "Fuuuuuuuuck, Little Buddy, this shit always makes me horny! Are you feeling horny, too?" I blushed. I was, from the shotguns and I guess the pot itself. He smirked and told me it was OK, it happens to most people. He had me do another rip, and moved in to shotgun it. This time, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and groped me. I was shocked, but incredibly horny. He broke the kiss, and got behind me. "Make muscles for me, Little Buddy! Remember how scrawny you were when we first started lifting together? You're a hot little firecracker now, and girls AND guys are gonna want some of this." I made a muscle for him with both arms. He ran his hands over both mounds, and then let the backs of his fingertips drift under my armpits, and down my bare sides where the t-shirt was cut out. I moaned, whimpered, and sighed all at once. The backs of his fingers were cold, and felt amazing. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little. I nodded. I couldn't speak. He tweaked my nipples. I just about jumped out of my skin. He laughed. "Sensitive nips, huh? That's gonna be fun!" When he let his hands drift down to the waistline of the short-shorts I was wearing, he paused, grinding his fat monster of a cock into the crack of my ass through the nylon fabric. "I know you've wanted this dick for a long, long time. Well, today's your lucky day. And we're gonna play all weekend long." Holy Shit. This really was really, really happening. I wasn't dreaming. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, deeply and passionately, again. "Get on the bench, Little Buddy! Let's lift some." That threw me for a loop, but I was buzzed and putty in his hand. I assumed the position, making sure my hands were spaced out correctly for good form. He always preached that good form was essential for good lifting. He put on a slightly challenging weight for me to lift. The first set was no problem. I got a little wobbly midway through the second set, and he gently spotted me to help me lift the bar. The third set, I was struggling. On the eighth rep of the third set, I noticed that he had dropped one hand down and was spotting me with just his other. On the ninth rep, I noticed movement right above my head. As I completed my tenth rep and placed the bar back in place with his help, I looked up to see that Michael was fishing his cock out of the side of his own short-shorts and stained jockstrap with the hand he had dropped. Fuuuuuuuck. Nice. He flopped it onto my lips, painting them with precum. I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Little Buddy, your sweet cherry lips and deep dimples look so hot framing my big cock! We're both gonna enjoy this. You've wanted this for a long time, huh?" This time I answered, humming against his massive uncut cockhead. "MMM-hmmmmm!" "That's what I like to hear! Open your mouth and suck on it, Little Buddy. See how much you can take. If you slide your head off the bench some, the curve of my cock will fit nicely down your throat." I slid back, and he squatted down closer as I did so. I could smell his sweaty ballsack and the musk of his jock. I opened my mouth, and we both moaned as he slid about half of it into my mouth. That cockhead of his was lodged in my throat. I squeezed - not trying to block it out, but rather trying to swallow it. It felt right. "Holy fuck! You're a natural. I knew you would be. You like that dick?" I moaned "MMMMMM-hmmmm!" this time, realizing I could answer yes or no questions even with his cock in my mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this. But Dad said we had to wait until after you turned 18, so that your mom couldn't say shit about your consenting to having us use you." The thought of pissing off Mom made his cock all the sweeter. Or, maybe it was the precum he was leaking in buckets. After a few minutes, Michael pulled out of my mouth and said, "Let's do some more rips on the bong." As we traded shotguns back and forth, Michael asked questions, like who I had crushes on. Top of my list? HIs best friend and next-door neighbor, Kip. Kip was a hot redheaded redneck who was voted "Why Teachers Go Crazy" his senior year. He was not just the class clown, but he had played on the same football team that Michael quarterbacked. Kip was one of the "inner circle" who called me "Little Buddy" - and I especially liked how he said it - always with a smirk on his face or a twinkle in his eye. Michael surprised the hell out of me when he told me that Kip was one of the top weed dealers his dad and he bought from, and that this primo stuff was from Kip's personal stash. He really floored me when he said, "Kip is gonna be playing with us this weekend. He has it for you bad, and has for years, Little Buddy. He could barely wait for you to turn 18." I had always wondered at some of the things that Kip did. For instance, when Michael and he took me four-wheeling back on the trails behind my grandparents' farm, Kip would often take a piss in nature, and angle himself so that I could see what he was sporting. Although not as thick as Michael's, it was about as long, it looked like. One time, I'd ridden back to the farm with Kip, instead of with Michael. The three of us had helmets with mics and earpieces. Kip told me it was OK if I wanted to rest my hands lower as I rode behind him. Michael put a quick stop to that, having me switch back over to riding with him. I jerked off that night hard, thinking maybe Kip was onto me, and was gonna let me feel him up a little that day. Other times, when Michael wasn't looking, Kip would grope himself and wink at me when I blushed. After we finished trading rips, Michael pushed me gently to my knees on the thin wrestling mats that they had in their garage-corner gym. "SUCK IT!" he hissed, commanding - expecting - to be obeyed. I gladly obliged, and found that - with this angle and with the downward curve of Michael's monster cock - I could get some of it in my throat, once I relaxed my throat *first* to let the cockhead in, and then clenched it *after* it was down my throat, to drive Michael wild. "Oh, that thing you're doing with your throat, Little Buddy! That's better than any bitch has ever done for me! They get scared of it and lick the head or put a few inches in their mouths and call it quits after just a few minutes. Keep working at it, and you're gonna have it all in no time!" "Looks like you two are having fun after all!" Uncle King chuckled, causing me to jump out of my skin. He'd snuck up on us. "TV was boring," he explained, holding up a smaller bong with water in it and a small glass bulb at one end. It was full of white crystals, with a little bit of green weed on top. "Is that some of Kip's special stuff?" Michael grinned. The tone of his voice was almost ... something hard to put my finger on right off the bat. "Yeah, and it's killer shit, too!" Uncle King replied. He pulled out a small device and clicked a switch. A blue flame - like the pilot light on our gas stove at home - sparked up, hissing. "OK, Little Buddy," King said. "This is stronger, more concentrated stuff, OK? So, you put the torch under the bowl until you see vapor coming out the top of the bulb. Then, you suck slowly and steadily to pull the vapor through the water. I've dropped an Altoid in there to keep the water minty. The vapor can taste a little bitter otherwise. Take a nice, steady toke on this end of the pipe, and we'll get you blowing some big-ass clouds in no time." I tried my first hit, as Uncle King held the lighter - or "torch" I guess - under the bowl for me, so I could focus on waiting to inhale. The first hit was decent, but Michael immediately said, "You can do better than that. Calm down, and control your breathing. Hold it in, too, this time." My second hit was brilliant. I knew it was as soon as I exhaled a big white cloud. Both Uncle King and Michael grinned. King started groping his crotch through his own short-shorts. I reached over and groped him. "Like a duck to water, huh, Little Buddy? You want that cock, too, huh? A true faggot: never enough!" he laughed. I replied by pulling the elastic of his jockstrap and short-shorts to the side, letting his gigantic cock fall out to one side. Like Michael, he was uncut with a massive cockhead. He was about an inch longer than Michael, too, but not quite as thick. Both were Viking gods: shiny blond hair, sharp, intelligent, mischievous blue eyes, strong jawlines, and great bodies overall. "You want that cock, Little Buddy?" King asked again, his voice husky. I nodded, and dove in. He was surprised that I already had the trick down pat for letting his cockhead enter my throat, even if I couldn't take his cock the whole way just yet. "Oh, fuck, he is a goddamn natural!" he hissed to Michael. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuckin' hot cocksucker!" He moaned, and told me to take another couple of hits. My head was buzzing, and my whole body was tingling. This *was* good shit, I guess! Pot rocked! "That's right, faggot! Worship that daddy dick!" he grunted, gently grabbing the back of my head and running his hands through my hair, which I suddenly noticed was soaking wet. I was sweating like crazy. The coolish air out in the garage felt good on my skin. "You feeling that special stuff Kip got just for you, Little Buddy? Your extra special birthday present?" Michael asked, coming over to stand in my peripheral vision. He had hiked his shorts and jockstrap pouch under his huge nuts, and was stroking his massive jock cock while watching his dad gently facefuck me. I moaned "MMMMMMM-hmmmm!" but assumed it was just the pot I'd seen on top of those crystals in the pipe. In fact, I assumed the crystals *were* pot - just a concentrated form of it, like King had indicated. The crystals had melted when the torch had been put under the bulb, and now there was sort of a burned-out looking film on the bottom of the pipe. I assumed it was residue from the pot. Uncle King leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Bikers and truckers use this shit to stay awake on the road. Kip gets me some *really* good shit when I do really long hauls, to help me stay awake and have some fun on the road. Makes you super-horny - even hornier than pot. What would your mama think if she knew you were doing crystal meth like a little faggot whorepig, like the boys who suck my dick do when I'm on the road? What would she do if she knew that you were smoking the same shit I do on the road right now?" I'd heard about people getting hooked on that shit, and it was one of the "hard drugs" we'd learned about in Health class Sophomore year. It was supposed to be really, really bad for you. I don't know what it was. The way Uncle King was talking - calling me a faggot and a whorepig and cocksucker - turned me on. Plus, this shit rocked. I was hornier than I ever imagined I could be, and I beat off 8 times a day usually, so I knew what it meant to be super-horny. Michael repacked the pipe, using a slant-sliced straw to funnel crystals out of a little plastic baggie. I watched, mesmerized. I wanted more. He took a small hit for himself, then handed it to his dad. King took a really big hit, and then blew the cloud down onto his cock and onto my face. That really turned me on, the way he blew in my face like that. Then, he handed the pipe and torch down to me, and told me to hold my breath when I got my hit, suck his cock into my mouth, and blow the smoke around his cock. I thought that was clever and hot, and really was careful with my breathing to get an ace hit. Sweet! I was getting the hang of this. If Mom could only see me now! When I went to hand the pipe and torch back to Michael, he insisted that I do a few more hits. "We're getting you totally spun, Little Buddy! Happy Fuckin' Birthday! Sorry we're a little late, but we had to wait until the Bible-thumpers were outta town this week. We're calling you out sick from school all next week, too. Surprise!" I heard the side door open and close, and jumped as Kip called out, "Hey guys! Y'all got the party started? Sweet! Here's some more stuff in case we run low." Kip came over in front of me. Uncle King relinquished my throat, and Kip wasted no time in lowering his sweat pants and boxers to present his own cut, thick cock with bright red pubes. Fuuuuuucking HAWT! Although not as long or as thick as Michael or King, his cock was veiny and plenty of a mouthful. He waggled it a couple of times and slapped my face with it. "You're lucky Michael threatened to kick my ass if I broke the pact. I've wanted this for a long time. I know you have, too. Nasty little boy, watching me piss outside. Well, this weekend, you're gonna get some of my piss, and see if it suits you. I have a feeling you're the right kind of cocksucker for it, too. Call it a hunch." I stuck my tongue out for him to smack it with his cock. He finally pushed in, a little rougher than either Michael or King. I gagged a little, but redoubled my efforts. "See that? He recovered like a pro! This fag is gonna be hella fun to train, guys!" Kip grinned. He pulled my hair - again, just a little roughly - to have me look up at him. "Oh, shit! Look at his eyes, guys! They're totally dark. He's spun as shit already. Awesome! And he thought it was just another way of doing pot? Told you that trick works every time. You have NO idea how many of my hot straight boy customers come up short on money. So, I pack a pot bowl with the crystals hidden, and they haven't got a fucking clue. After one bowl of my "special stash," they're open to all kinds of stuff, starting with jerking off together. It releases their inhibitions to act on stuff like sucking another guy off, too, especially once I start showing them bi magazines." As Kip was saying this, Michael went out to the front of the garage, and returned with something I couldn't quite see. Michael came into my peripheral view. I heard a familiar click then whirr. "Holy shit!" I thought. "He's taking Polaroids." I started to get up, but Kip held me back down on my knees. "Lick my balls, you fucking hot cocksuker!" Kip growled. Guys at school sometimes called me fag or cocksucker or whatever, the way boys jest in the lockerroom or on the school bus or in gym class. This felt different. Having these three guys call me names made me *want* to be *good* at servicing them. I licked Kip's balls, as he shucked his sweats and boxers. King came back into view, standing right beside Kip. "Suck on my sweaty pouch, boy!" King growled, offering my his jock-clad nuts. Another click and whirr. "Don't worry, Little Buddy," Michael said, "These are just for the four of us to look at later. You won't believe how hot you look with Dad's crotch on your face. Stick out your tongue and taste it. Hold it so I can get a picture. You're gonna love having this on film to look back at your first time." I stuck out my tongue and tasted Uncle King's pouch, starting to get into the fact that my hot trucker uncle was basically offering up his cock to me on a silver platter while my cousin and his perverted, mischievous, class clown, drug-dealing friend watched. Michael asked me if it had turned me on earlier when he let me borrow his clothes - which I was still wearing. I moaned "Uh-huh!" as I kept tonguing and sucking on King's jock pouch. "I got a bunch more gear I want you to try on, so I can get some more pix of you, Little Buddy. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I'm using the Pentax, too." Two Christmases ago, Michael had begged for a fancy camera, so that he could take Photography at school. He had taken me to the darkroom once, and the teacher, Mr. Lacey, was there. He was really hot in a nerdy, glasses kinda way, and I could tell he had a huge cock in the front of his chinos. While I was leaned over watching Michael apply the chemicals, Mr. Lacey had come up behind me and put his arms to either side of me as he leaned forward to look over my shoulder as Michael worked to develop his pictures. I could feel Mr. Lacey's cock in the crease of my ass. I had jerked off to that incident many times since, wondering if: A. Mr. Lacey realized his cock was up against my ass; and B. Michael had realized that Mr. Lacey's cock was right up against my ass. "I'll develop these in the darkroom at the school. Mr. Lacey still lets me use it. Or, I know a guy at the FotoMat who is cool when I develop pix like these when we play with other guys." I didn't like the idea of anyone else but the four of us seeing the pix. I stopped sucking on King's jockstrap pouch long enough to tell Michael I'd prefer he develop them himself in the darkroom. "No problem, Little Buddy! Maybe Mr. Lacey will be there when I do. I bet he'd like to see these. He sure seemed to like your ass that one day he was in the darkroom with us. He's a kinky fucker, and always says that access to a darkroom lets a photographer be more uninhibited." Somehow, I didn't mind the idea that Mr. Lacey might see these. It turned me on, in fact, and I stopped mouthing King's jock long enough to say so. Michael smiled and told me to take as much of his dad's cock as I could, and then to back off it slowly. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click! the fancy camera went, in rapid succession. I guess he got a series of me throating Uncle King? HOT! King pulled out, and Kip took another turn. He had let himself go half-soft, and stuck his cock in my mouth. "I'm gonna start really slow, and piss in your mouth, Little Buddy! I've been drinking like a champ for three days, so it shouldn't taste bad - it's basically water. I'll pinch it off so you get a taste, and then hold my cock about halfway in your mouth so I can open the floodgates. Swallow as much as you can, but let the rest run out your mouth, onto your dimples, and down your chin. My favorite cocksuckers do this for me, Little Buddy. Please don't disappoint me." I dunno why, but what would ordinarily sound batshit crazy sounded hot as fuck to me. I nodded, with his half-soft / half-hard cock in my mouth. I was ready. "Fuuuuuuuuck, nice!" said Kip, looking down at me with green, sparkling, mischievous eyes. "Look up at me while I do this, Little Buddy!" Michael got up close to take a close-up series. He instructed me: "Just let it run down off your chin an onto your clothes, Little Buddy. I'll capture the moment." As Kip let loose with the first bit of his piss stream, it didn't taste bad at all to me. It was a thrill, though, to let him use me this way. I looked up at him and caught his eyes staring down at me. "HOT, Little Buddy!" Kip sneered a little. "Drinking piss like a total faggot whore. NICE! I knew you wanted my dick all those times I pissed with you in the woods." With that, he let loose the floodgates. I fought to swallow it all, trying to make him proud. But as piss spurted from my mouth, all over my face, and down the front of my clothes, all three were commenting on what a total cocksucker I was. Kip lost it. As soon as he finished pinching off the last few drops in my mouth, he had Michael give him the pipe and took a big hit. Then, he surprised the hell out of me by shotgunning me and kissing me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. "I can't believe you did that on the first date, Little Buddy! You're a helluva find, dude. I still think we should've broken you in years ago, though." "Let it go, Kip!" Michael laughed, rolling his eyes. "How was that, Little Buddy? Like having so much piss you couldn't handle it all? The camera sure seems to think you liked it. I bet those pix are off the chain when we develop them." I grinned - a piss-drinking grin, I guess. "Loved it! Fucking hot!" I said, a little out of breath. Uncle King grabbed a duffel bag from under one of his workbenches. As he unzipped it, he made sure I could see the contents: dildos and other toys. Oh, fuck! Were they gonna try to fuck me? I'd always imagined sucking only, and had no idea if I could possibly take any one of them in my tight, hairless hole. I was naturally smooth, and Michael had commented more than once when I put on a jockstrap to work out - one of *my* jockstraps, where everything fit right - how my hole, framed by a jockstrap, made it look like I had a sweet pussy. I always blushed bright red when he said that, especially when he tugged at himself a little when he said it. Uncle King seemed to read my mind: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. We have all weekend to tap that sweet little ass of yours. For now, I just want to show you how good we can make your hole feel. I'm going to insert this small bead into your hole with some lube. It's attached to a slightly larger bead, then a slightly larger one, until you're up to the girth of a man-sized cock. You ever play with your hole before?" I shook my head. "Nothing except showering," I replied. "Well, this is gonna be really pleasurable for you. Promise, Little Buddy. I know you've wanted to suck some dick for a long time, but you need to learn how to pleasure other men with your tight hole, too, OK?" I nodded. Kip grabbed the pipe, which was sitting on a shelf of the garage, and repacked it from a plastic baggie. As he did, he also sprinkled some dust onto the lubed-up bead Uncle King was approaching me with. "This may burn a little bit, Little Buddy," King said, "But it's gonna feel really fuckin' good in a coupla minutes." As he said that, he squirted lube on my hole. YIKES! It was cold. I jumped and clenched. All three of them laughed. "Don't clench. Bear down like you're taking a shit. There ya go! Open that sweet boyhole for this very special bead." Shiny, silvery, and cold, the first bead popped in. Almost immediately, I felt a burning sensation. "That burns!" I announced to all three of them. I guess they *had* warned me. "Just chill for a minute, Little Buddy," Kip said. "My stuff is really, really good, so it's gonna burn. But it's gonna feel absolutely amazing by the second ball, I promise." I looked between my legs. King and Kip were already slathering the next ball in lube and powder. "Here," Kip said, thrusting the pipe at me. "Take three really good hits from the bubbler. That'll help pass the time and take your mind off your hole for a few while you get used to it." I took another hit, motioning for Kip to shotgun with me. Click. Click. Click. Michael was taking pix of my ass and the beads and the powder. Hot. I'd wanna see those later. As Uncle King inserted the second bead, Kip got into position behind me and pushed the bead in with just the head of his cock. A little of the tip went in. HOLY FUCK, that was hot! Almost at that same instant, my hole became - well, there's no other way to describe it - hungry. My hole was as hungry as my mouth and throat for the first time ever. "Yeah, he's feeling that booty bump now," Kip grinned. He passed me the "bubbler" pipe again. Again, we shotgunned. This time, after he kissed me, he held my face to where my mouth was open and spit in my mouth. Some of it got on my face. "Filthy faggot cocksucker, learning to take dick up his ass this weekend. Niiiiiice!" That turned me on more than anything that had happened so far, including the piss play. Holy fuck, did Kip have my number! I moaned as he wiped the spit off my face with his cock and fed it to me. "Want more powder on the third bead, faggot?" Kip asked. I groaned, "Yeah, please!" So King and Kip carefully lubed up that third ball, sprinkled some powder out of the baggie, and - once again - Kip pushed it in with his cockhead. This time, the whole head - smaller than King's or Michael's - slipped in. I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck me, Kip! Put it in me!" I begged. He laughed and pulled out. "Nope, we have a gentleman's agreement. Your Uncle King gets to do the honors, since he's the one that read us the riot act about waiting until you turned 18. It was worth the wait. So, it's that last bead you'll need to take before you're ready to be fucked by his giant daddy dick, Little Buddy!" Uncle King piped up: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. I have lots of experience bitching out boys like you. I have all kinds of fun on the open road with boys at rest stops and with guys on my route in the warehouses and such. You're gonna love having my cock inside you to get things started. Me, then Michael, then Kip to close up with sloppy thirds. He loves fucking other men's cum into a used hole. It's gonna be hot, Little Buddy!" On the fourth bead, Michael got up close with the camera as Uncle King used *his* cock to push the ball in. Only a very small part of his ginormous uncut cockhead went in, but it felt amazing, especially when Kip pulled my cock out the side of my short-shorts and jockstrap and started stroking me with some lube. The sensations were almost too much to bear. The first little bead was up inside me, followed by its three chaingangers. It felt awesome, no two ways about it! For the fifth and final bead, Uncle King once again used his cockhead to push the bead in, but told me to really bear down as he did so. Not only did the bead pop in, but so did his cockhead. Click. Click. Click. Click. Michael was capturing it all on film. He'd already changed the film in the camera several times. Uncle King rested his cock inside me. I didn't move. "Little Buddy, how's that feel?" Uncle King asked, grunting huskily. "Jesus, fuck, you're tight! But we're gonna make this happen. I can't wait another day." Holy shit, this was it! I was gonna get fucked tonight after all. [To Be Continued; Hope You Enjoyed!]

Part 14 Danny: The semester was flying past and I was looking forward to going home for the Thanksgiving holiday break. My parents were eager to see me since I'd only been home once so far. Ben wanted to see me too, but had been reluctant to tell me what he had planned. "Keep Wednesday night open and don't plan on going home that night" was all he would tell me. I asked Tony what his plans were and he told me he was going to his boyfriend's parent's house. "My parents don't want me around my brothers and sisters if I'm gay. That's not going to change, so I'm not going there ever again. At least my brothers still chat with me" Tony told me. I wondered if that would happen to me too. At least I didn't have any siblings, so that excuse wouldn't work. It made me decide to wait until after graduation to come out to them. I had to turn in a paper on Monday, which meant I couldn't go home on Friday like a lot of other people did. Tuesday afternoon I packed the car up and headed home. My parents weren't happy that I was going to be gone Wednesday night, but understood me wanting to see Ben again. The address he gave me was half way to the city. I found a parking spot, went to the building and got buzzed up to the apartment. Ben was waiting for me, leaning against the door frame with a huge grin on his face. He looked different, even with clothes on. His hair was longer, his ears were pierced with large round studs on his lobes and a bar across the top of his left ear. A horseshoe piercing hung from his nose. His goatee was now a full, trimmed beard. Another guy was waiting on the couch and Ben introduced him as "Jeffrey, my boyfriend." My heart sank, thinking that my plans of spending the night fucking Ben were now history. Jeffrey seemed nice enough, but his effeminate voice and gestures weren't what I was expecting. He was thin, his reddish-brown hair was pulled back in a knot and his long face had a little bit of makeup on it - eyeliner and maybe some lipstick. The weather was cold so I wasn't surprised that they were wearing jeans and long sleeve shirts. I hoped they didn't stay on long since I wanted to see "a little ink" that Ben had gotten. He had told me about it shortly after I left for school but he had never sent pictures of it. We had a few beers and talked a while, catching up even though we still texted daily. There were a lot of details that he had omitted from our texts that surprised me. "So... How are you dealing with Stu's gift?" Ben finally asked. It had been one thing that we never talked about after Ben's big blowup and my acknowledgment that he'd given me a couple STDs as well. Neither of us had talked about the HIV infection, though. I assumed that if I got it, he did too. "Which one?" I asked, trying not to assume which of the several gifts he had given me Ben meant. "The permanent one. I assume if you took as many loads as it sounded, there was no escape from getting pozzed from him too" he said, coldly. "No, I didn't escape that surprise. I didn't find out for a while, though. Unfortunately I gave it to some other guys without knowing" I replied. The evening was getting depressing and not nearly as fun as I hoped. "That sucks. Were they pissed? I know I was. I still am" Ben said. I could see the anger in his eyes. I sighed and said "Only a couple will talk to me, but they're doing OK." "Cool. I learned to embrace it rather than let it eat me up. I found out that there's a lot of guys that like the risk" Ben said. I looked over and Jeffrey's face was bright red and he was looking down. "It looks like one of them is next to you" I replied, feeling my cock twitch. "Yeah. He didn't take very long to convert. Thirteen days before the flu struck, I think. He begged for it every time too. How about you? You been sharing or did you go on meds?" Ben asked. "Not yet... One of the guys convinced me to stay off for a few months" I told him. Instantly, Jeffrey's eyes lit up and he licked his lips. Ben smiled too. It looked like both were interested in having sex, so maybe this night wasn't going to be a bust after all. -- Evan: Danny was heading back home for the holiday and seemed pretty excited. He'd told me about one of his friends that had gotten pozzed just like he did. He was eager to see him again. I didn't have anything nearly as fun to look forward to. I knew I'd be spending all of my spare time helping my dad with projects around the farm. I headed out Friday night to the bar just outside of town where the younger crowd hung out. By younger I mean under forty. Several of my friends from high school were there and since we were just a year or two over 21 we were the youngest people around. After a few games of pool, I was talking to this guy and he seemed to be flirting. The only guy that had ever flirted with me around my home town was a sissy guy that gave really good blowjobs. Of course, as soon as he graduated he couldn't get out of town fast enough to some place where he could be himself and not live in fear. Wes was careful with his words but there were enough innuendos to know he was interested. "I just moved back last August, since my parents aren't healthy. I forgot how much work it was and how lonely it can be being single again" he said. Another comment "My partner didn't even want to try and make it work... either long distance or by moving here" had the red flag with the word 'partner'. No one ever said that around here, it was either wife or girlfriend. Every guy wanted to make sure you knew he was straight, even if he didn't mind a fag sucking his dick in a bathroom stall sometimes. When we finished our beers, I said "I think this is my round." He grabbed my wrist as I went to reach for his glass. "I can't take anymore of this shitty beer. I got some decent whiskey back at my place if you're interested" he said quietly. I followed his pickup down some narrow roads until he pulled off and drove up to a two story garage at the end of a long gravel driveway. The big door opened and he pulled in, over to one side and motioned me to pull my truck next to his. With both trucks parked, he closed the door and I followed him up the stairs to the second story apartment. "My parents built this for the old farm manager. He left a few years ago so I moved in to have some privacy from my parents who live in the main house down the road" he explained. The apartment looked nice and looked a lot more urban than I expected. He took a bottle out of a booze cabinet and set it on the counter before fishing two glasses from a kitchen cabinet. "Rocks?" he asked and I nodded. He poured one with ice and one without. We said 'cheers' and I took a sip of the unbelievably smooth brown liquor. -- Danny: Jeffrey unfolded himself from his cross-legged position on the couch and asked "Another beer, hun?" and I told him "Yeah, thanks." I took one last swig from the beer I had and swallowed it down. I could feel Jeffrey coming up behind me so I reached out my hand to grab the new bottle of beer. Suddenly I had a cloth over my mouth and nose and everything went black. I woke up on Ben's bed, with my wrists in heavy cuffs, tied to the bed frame. I was naked, just like Ben and Jeffrey. I looked them over and realized Ben had gotten more than "a little ink." His left arm was covered and there were a few on his right arm too. The biohazard tattoo that was nestled in his pubic hair right over his cock looked surprisingly hot. "Interesting ink, Danny. That's the scorpion from Stu's basement, isn't it? Maybe you were more willing to get knocked up than you said" Ben said, putting a pair of clips on my nipples with a chain between them. He gave two tugs to make sure they were latched on good. "No... It's just a reminder of who changed my life... and several others" I replied. "I bet some guys find it hot and want you to sting them" Ben said as he crawled on the bed between my legs. He pushed my legs back and that's when I noticed the cuffs on my ankles. Jeffrey clipped a short bar to each one and then a rope from the bar to an eyelet screwed into the headboard. "Tonight, though, we'll be stinging you. One good thing I learned from him was that I like fucking as much as getting fucked. As you can see, I like tying up my bottoms. I learned my lesson and now I want to be in control" Ben said. "Oh fuck" I said and with no further prep Ben shoved in. I screamed out in pain and Jeffrey stuffed one of my socks in my mouth. Ben pulled out and added some lube before pushing back in. He chuckled and said "Guess there's no need to wreck your hole. You're already pozzed up. It's just habit now." Ben spit down over my taint and let the saliva His cock plunged in, going deeper and faster with each passing minute. My own dick was hard as a rock and dripping pre. This wasn't how I expected our evening to go. Ben had told me about Stu making him fuck a guy, but I thought it was just a one time thing. I guess Ben and I were a lot more alike than we knew. -- Evan: He set his glass down and I could tell he was hesitant to make the first move. My eyes wandered, taking in his sexy body. His dark brown beard was trimmed and his hair stylishly cut - close on the sides and longer on top. The untucked tee fit loose over his torso and the jeans were tight, covering a firm butt and a nice bulge. There was a thick coating of hair on his arms and I hoped the rest of his body matched. He was talking but my mind was occupied enjoying the sights. I realized he was waiting for an answer and I had no idea what he asked. "Uh... Sorry. My mind was elsewhere" I said. He chuckled and said "I could tell. I asked if you were seeing anyone." "Nah, I've never found anyone that can put up with me for very long. My eye tends to wander" I replied, wanting to rip the tee shirt over his head and see what was hiding underneath. "Like now?" he asked. I set my glass down and moved closer and cupped his bulge with my hand,squeezing gently. "Yeah... and my hands like to wander too" I replied. He grinned back at me seconds before his lips hit mine. One of his hands wrapped around my ass and the other on the back of my head, pressing our faces together. His tongue dug into my mouth and the kiss got more aggressive. It lasted a few minutes until he pulled my head back and stared at me a moment. "Fuck yeah. I did find the other queer guy in the county" he said. "I'm sure there are others but they're all buried in their closets" I replied. "I just need one. You up for some fun?" Wes asked. I didn't really say yes, but the big grin on my face said it for me. We ended up in the bedroom in a few seconds and unfortunately he started pulling his clothes off, leaving me to do the same. I didn't get to slowly reveal his body, but got to see it completely naked all at once. In the gay dictionary, under the definition of 'otter' is a naked picture of Wes. The dark brown fur covered most of his front, except for the shaved bit under his jawline. Both nipples were pierced and I quickly found out that a tongue flicking over them pumped his cock up to an impressive eight inches. He tasted amazing and I slowly sunk down to my knees. I looked over the veiny shaft before taking it into my mouth. He stood there, letting me work on his dick. My tongue went into overdrive, exploring every square inch of his manhood. Pulling the foreskin back the rest of the way revealed his cock head and some new tastes for my tongue to enjoy. I had no sense of time but I had been slobbering over his shaft for a while when he pulled my head off. "My turn" he said, pulling me up to my feet. We kissed a moment and he mimicked my slow descent to my knees. He stopped part way down, though, and pulled back. "Damn... you have a big secret, huh?" he said and I saw him staring at the tattoo on my chest. -- Danny: The jolts of pain faded from his hard thrusts. I had never imagined Ben to be a top, much less an aggressive one. With a little more lube in my hole, his cock slid in and out a lot easier. It was a little weird having Jeffrey watching me get fucked, but he stayed close and kept stroking his cock and seemed to like the sight. While I never thought about being tied up during sex, it definitely turned Ben on. Ben slammed in and stayed planted. He looked down at me, the grin gone from his face. "You didn't answer my other question. Have you been sharing? Following in Stu's footsteps?" Ben asked. I swallowed hard but I also gripped his dick hard. "Yeah, found some guys that were looking for it. I know all but one are poz now. But I won't do it like Stu. They have to want it" I said, slowly releasing the pressure on his cock. "Good boy. There's a never ending supply, it seems. Too bad lots of them flake" Ben said, slowly plowing his bare cock into me. "Then you find one like Jeffrey here, a talented bottom that was on the fence. I didn't even try to convince him, but once he got his first load he couldn't get enough. I think the first day's loads did it, but he was too much fun to stop" Ben continued. His thrusts got harder and I worked his cock over, trying to coax his charged seed into my guts. My wish was granted a few minutes later when he drilled me quickly for a minute and then began to shoot. I started to shoot too. The ropes covered my face and chest but Ben's were also filling me up. Ben had a huge grin on his face when the pulses stopped and Jeffrey did too. I'm sure mine was the biggest though. -- Evan: The moment Wes saw the tattoo I figured the evening was over. At least I got to suck him a bit, which was more than I expected while I was home. "Yeah. I assume you know what it means" I said. A smile came over his face. "The ink looks fresh. Are you undetectable yet?" he asked. I sighed and told him "No" and moved back. "It looks like our fun is going to be different than I was planning... unless you're a total bottom" he said, kneeling down and pulling my cock to his lips. I was surprised that he wanted to continue, but I moved back to my original spot. He sucked like a pro and seemed to like pressing his face into my bush. Wes's lips, tongue and throat brought me close and then backed off. He knew how to make a blowjob last. I just wasn't sure what he meant about our fun changing. It didn't take me long to find out. He pulled off my cock, letting the head pop from his lips. Wes gripped my hand and pulled me to the bed, climbing on and getting on all fours. His hairy ass looked so hot and his legs were spread so I could see the pink ring among the fur. "Uh... I don't have any condoms or lube. Do you?" I asked, having left all of my sex stuff back at school except for a glass dildo that I planned on using on my ass daily over the break. My mouth starting to drool thinking about how good his ass was going to taste. "Haven't used them in years and I'm not going to start again with your dick. Spit and shove... And I hope those balls are full" he said, which made my cock twitch. My hands spread his butt apart and my tongue dove in. As much as I liked sucking his dick, his ass was even better. When my tongue dug into the hole he clamped down on it a moment and then relaxed. I poked my tongue in a few times and then he gripped it tight. Both of us were moaning loudly and after a few more jabs with my tongue he growled out "Give me that dick!" A string of precum was hanging off my cock as I leaned back and lined up my rigid dick before resting the head on his ring. I waited a moment and was about to push in when he shoved back. He growled and I heard the pain in his voice. My hips pulled back only an inch and then I thrust in, driving a few inches further into his cunt. It was his turn and he pulled off an inch and then shoved back again. I was over half way in and I couldn't wait much longer. My hands gripped his hips and I began to fuck. Wes was tight, but knew how to work his ass around a dick. My thrusts settled into a good rhythm, with the occasional hard jab where my hips slammed into his ass. He moaned and grunted, encouraging me to fuck harder or deeper. If I didn't do it, he fucked himself back on my cock. My balls started to tingle and I didn't want to breed him, at least not yet. One hard thrust planted my dick in him and I said "On your back." He rolled over, never letting my cock come out of his ass and I put his legs on my shoulders. The grin on his face seemed to be frozen there. His eyes locked on mine and I began plowing again. A few minutes later he started to work his ass around my cock again. With the hard squeezes from his ass muscles I knew it would be only a few minutes before I would be flooding his ass with my charged load. My breathing got labored and I told him "I'm close... you want me to pull out?" It might not matter if I did, enough of my precum had coated his chute that he could easily get infected with just that. Wes clamped down on my shaft as I drove in and then relaxed as I pulled back and plunged back in. This time he gripped my shaft as I pulled back. "Breed my ass!" he grunted and that drove me over he edge. I thrust in and emptied my balls as deep as I could. My whole body shook as the orgasm consumed my body. When I came down from the post orgasmic high, I looked down at him and the grin was still on his face. -- Danny: My gut was full of Ben's seed and Jeffrey was climbing on the bed to take his place. He wasn't as big as Ben was, but my empty hole felt better with it rooted in me. Jeffrey looked nervous and I realized that he didn't top often or at all. The first few thrusts were awkward but he soon got more relaxed. I remembered the first few women I fucked and could instantly relate. I just never got to the point where my strokes felt natural. With women, at least. With guys it was totally different. "Yeah... that's better. Feel how good his pussy feels around your dick?" Ben asked Jeffrey. He plowed a little faster and then slowed down. I could sense he was getting close and wanted to fuck longer. I wanted him to fuck longer too. "Fuck that poz ass. Churn up Ben's load!" I told Jeffrey. He started to pound harder and finally opened his eyes again and looked at me. Slowly a smile covered his face but it lasted only another couple minutes before his strokes got ragged. Jeffrey gasped and then I felt his cock pulse around my outer ring. It felt like he went on for minutes, filling my ass with his newly charged cum. "Yeah, that's how you knock up a guy. Do that on Friday and you'll have your first one" Ben said. They untied me from the bar and then the bed. It took a few minutes for the circulation get back into my arms and legs. I took the opportunity to do what I'd wanted to do since Ben called up yelling about getting an STD. I pulled him into a hug and kissed him. When I let go of him, I looked behind me and Jeffrey was laying on the bed. As soon as he saw me look at him, he raised his legs up, showing off his freshly pozzed ass. "He wants your load before he goes. It's a seven hour drive and it should take that long for both our loads to soak in" Ben said. I crawled on the bed, taking my position. Ben was close and watched my every move. My cock had never softened after Ben bred me and I shot my load. I hoped I had something left to pump into Jeffrey's ass. My hands gripped Jeffrey's ankles and I aimed my cock to his hole. It took a few seconds of pressure before my cock broke past the ring into the cum filled chute. "Root him. He likes it rough" Ben said. Not wanting to disappoint either of them, I shoved in, paused and then began to pound him. Ben was right, Jeffrey was a talented bottom and once I got settled into fucking him he got verbal too. "Please, Danny. Breed me! I need to feel your poz cum inside me" he cried out. "Yeah? Want my bugged cum mixing with Ben's in your hungry cunt?" I asked. Jeffrey nodded vigorously and I saw Ben smile again. I only lasted five minutes or so before I couldn't hold off any longer. It wasn't the biggest load, but several spurts of cum added to Ben's load. When I pulled my cock out, Ben stuffed a plug into Jeffrey's ass. A minute later, Jeffrey was in the shower and Ben and I were on the couch talking again. Jeffrey came out all dressed with a backpack over his shoulder. "See you Sunday" he told Ben and was out the door. Ben stood up, reached his hand out and dragged me back to the bed. We didn't sleep much and I think both of our cocks were sore in the morning. -- Evan: Once my cock had softened, I reluctantly pulled it out of Wes's ass. "Your turn" I said, wondering if he wanted me on fours, my back or riding his very hard cock. When his fingers beckoned me closer I knew. I spit on my hand a couple times and quickly used it to rub over and in my sweaty hole before I straddled him. It wasn't enough and as I sunk down on his hard shaft, my hole burned as it tried to stretch around his cock. My ass came to a rest on his body and I waited a moment, letting my chute adjust to his girth. Slowly, I started to ride his cock. The first minute or two were with short strokes before I began to raise up further. His dick felt good in my ass, but this wasn't a position I liked. Wes sensed my muscles starting to give out and suddenly I found myself on my back, legs spread and his cock buried in my hole. The grin was still stuck on his face as he built up speed and drilled my ass. I reached up and ran my fingers through the damp fur on his chest while he kept fucking. When my finger ran over his nipple he thrust in harder. I laughed and then did it again. He growled and then yelled "Don't!" I can be a demanding bottom some times and I needed to feel his cum in my pussy. My fingers flicked over both nips and then I clamped my ass around his cock. Wes's cock throbbed, pumping his cum into my hungry cunt. "You know, that might be the last neg load I shoot in a guy" Wes said, hovering over me with sweat dripping off his face. "That what you want?" I asked. His grin started to look a little sinister and he nodded. "Let's make sure, then" I said, rolling him over and shoving my once again hard cock back in. It was a quick fuck, but left more of my seed inside him. Saturday afternoon we met behind the abandoned gas station on Highway 8. With our jeans dropped just enough, I bent him over the hood of his pickup and pounded him for five minutes until I filled him up one more time.

I guess reality can fuck up a good gay fuck movie, but every single one I have ever seen-- especially the "straight seduction lured into an alley, or the hitch hiker who gets a ride and then ridden by 20 men" all have spotless ass chutes. C'mon, I work an hour to be spotless 3 feet up, these guys come off the ass-embly line ready for a long weekend. I don't need to see the process, but it really has put some unreal expectations on bottoms always hosed, ready and immaculate. Couldn't they shove a finger in, say boy, you need to be hosed out, and then allude to it at least- or bring in some piss play to solve the sanitation issue? Who has nasty wild sex AND white leather sofas, chairs, rugs etc? Some of the porn producers ought to visit the real gay apartment or home away from west Hollywood. Chux under the sling, a pile of microfiber shop towels near the sling, on the bed, where ever they might be needed. Paper towels.. an old sheet tossed over the real bedding to ward off ruining the mattress. As for me, I personally do not care for gay porn on during play. It can be distracting, - who wants the top more involved in the movie than your 2nd sphincter?? And as others have mentioned- most of the guys in these vids are not newbies and definitely not virgins, so why do they feel the need to make all that moaning and groaning as the top eases a finger thru their prolapsed ass lips and begins the scene? And, I (unfortunately) once was at a sex club and they were filming a porno there at the same time- out in the main bar area. The guy who was supposed to bottom no showed, the guy who was the top was able to get someone sitting at the bar to volunteer to hop in the sling. Nothing was comfortable in the whole filming process- camera guys were chain smoking while giving direction and hand cam filming, the guy in the sling was def not the right choice; last minute or not. And the top couldn't stay hard, so the one camera guy pulls out a squeeze bottle with yogurt in it, explains how to palm it and then fake an orgasm and squirt yogurt on the guys stomach. I think the only part of that that actually ended up happening was the yogurt on the belly- it reminded me of when Dorothy looked behind the curtain and discovered the Wizard wasn't all "that" lol.

Well said. I'm happy to help a bottom get off, but that's not an excuse for the bottom to stop short of getting me off and taking my load. An erotic story author once wrote these immortal words (I wish I could find the story to quote verbatim): 'He was getting close so I had to speed up. I had to ride the carousel before the amusement park closed.' 😂

Pt 4 of going to California and doing something I never thought I would and that was being a full total (sub Tina slut) bottom. After getting shards put In my hole and the lube having Tina in it my ass was begging to get more and after Shawn teased my mouth and throat but never going down my throat only to say it's going to happen and as he was going to get prepared for what him and his bf and other 3 guys were going to do to me I should be just as prepared as he puts a smaller but thicker dildo on the fuck machine and before I can do anything he's already out the door and I can feel the enormous head of the dildo pushing up against my hole trying to fuck my hole. After some time I feel the head pushing then I jump as my hole stretches around the enormous head and sucks it my hole as it keeps pushes and there's less resistance as my hole keeps stretching around the dildo Then I hear the door and all 5 guys are completely naked and Shawn and Nick both with the biggest cocks came closer for the past 2 hours they had watched my hole getting fucked by 2 dildos I never could imagine using in my hole. And they were even bigger than the 1st time I had seen all their cocks as Nick stood between my legs that were completely spread apart and my hole was on full display and then I felt a prick in my arm as I was getting my 2nd point and as the warm rushing feeling came nick took his hands and stretched my hole hard as I felt him start licking and tongue fucking my hole so good I yelled oh God as I started shooting cum all over me then my head was put down and was hanging and Shawn put his cock in my mouth and just started to fuck it like it was my hole I could feel his balls start hitting my chin and him occasionally push hard as his cock would slide and stretch my throat deeper. I There was 2 other guy on my left and another on my right as one guy on my right and the one on my left took both of my hands and had me jerk them off the other guy on my right was just rubbing his cock on my lips as Shawn was fucking my mouth and throat occasionally I would feel the guy who was rubbing my lips with the head of his cock him trying to get in my mouth as well. When he realized that his position it wasn't going to work so after a few twist and turns he was finally in the right spot as I felt the head of his cock on my lips then through a small opening I felt him start to push his cock in my mouth as another for me getting my mouth fucked by 2 cocks and neither cock was average size. It didn't help much as I was still getting my hole rimmed by nick and he was giving my hole the best rimming I have ever had I could feel his tongue deep in my hole and he seemed to enjoy it as he would use his fingers to hold my hole open then he got up and put the head of his enormous cock and told the guys to watch him make my hole appropriate his cock as he pulled his cock back slightly and in one big movement his cock was sliding in and as it did it was opening and stretching my hole.as I had one enormous cock deep in my ass and 2 doing the same to my throat. Them I started to gag and chock as my throat has 2 cocks stretching it and filling it with 2 big loads I could feel it slide out the sides of my mouth and down my neck just as they pulled out and the other 2 guys took over I felt nick grab my hips pulled me down hard on his cock as he filled my hole. For the next hour I had all five cocks filling both holes just when I thought it was over Shawn said I think he's prepared for the rest of the guys I turned to him as he looked at me and said your our Tina slut and your going to let us make a porn of you getting used for every guy comes in here and uses you how they please

Loved used condoms. Me and a mate used to go the sauna empty loads up each other’s holes and felch and tongue and snowball them.back and forth.Horny as fuck

I actually made last night to Steamworks Toronto. A very busy work schedule had left me longing for bathhouse sex for a long while. I got there around 5 PM and left around 10 PM. No masking this time. I also brought my booty bag wirh lube and 2 butt plugs. LOAD #1 - from a younger black guy with a thick long cock (7"). I sucked his cock to get him hard. He asked that I sit on and ride it with him on the bed in my room and me facing the wall. It didn't take long. We got into a bit of a rhythm and he blew his load in my ass. HOT! I cleaned off his cummy cock. Both he and I were grinning from ear-to-ear. LOAD #2 - Towards the end of my stay I found a smooth muscular younger guy on his tummy in his room and a gorgeous hairless ass to eat. I asked if I could come in to eat his hole for a bit. Turns out he's Latino. I melt when I saw his hair in a bun. Love the look! He was really honestly smooth all over. He also told me he loves to play with daddies. I asked if he loves to swallow daddy cum. He said yes. He sucked my cock and out came my saved load right into his mouth. No wasted cum. He's 35 and that boyish grin after getting his treat! He kissed me with my cum in his mouth. I ate his hole some more. I did get fucked in the darkroom anon but he didn't cum in me. Fun! Time for another visit to Steamworks Toronto in the near future!

I rarely can get off while I am the bottom but sometimes I can. And? If I get off I let the top to go on. Being fucked is an amazing feeling (except if the top is lame) so why I should terminate a good feeling just because I had another?

That’s just wrong! As a bottom I always make sure that when the top leaves me he’s totally satisfied (and hopefully he can go more than one round 😜). I can always get off after the hookup if necessary…

@Queenzlander59, your questions are very pertinent and there aren't many places for new bottoms to turn to for candid advice. (Thanks, Breeding Zone, for being one such place.) As a top I'm happy when a bottom's hole is mostly cleaned out, but I don't expect sex to be aseptic, either. That's why we have old towels, extra sheets, washing machines, and bleach! If a bottom is worried and tells me, I'm happy to pause, and maybe even join him in the shower a few minutes later. Cleaning out is, however, essential if people will be fucking in a public place without facilities. It would be awkward indeed to walk, ride the bus, or take the train home, wearing soiled clothes. When meeting in a hotel, cleaning out also helps. The sheets can't be changed on demand, there are never enough towels, and in any case it's not fair (or sanitary) to leave bodily fluids for housekeeping staff to handle. If you are visiting a top's home late at night, it's also courteous to clean out. The last thing any top wants is to have to say goodbye to a hot bottom, and then to have to re-make the bed and do laundry at 4 AM. We need sleep, too! Good luck in your bottoming journey!

Bottoms who cum when I am fucking them then tap out and I haven’t even dropped my load.

It kills the vibe a lil as a top but I don’t really trip. Accidents happen. Just clean up and get back to breeding.

Patience my Welsh fucker 🙂

I think married straight guys fuck guys purely for convenience and no hassles of fucking a chick. They need to cum and breed, fucking a girl leads to all sorts of complications. Maybe they won’t let them bust in them? IDK For both gay, bi and straight tops it’s just a way to get off. Easier to find a cumdump and use its warm hole to bust in and no emotional trappings or obligations. You can only JO to some point but why masterbate when there’s a willing and warm hole 🕳 to bust into.

So I rode for another two hours and looped back by the park bathroom, not expecting much. There was guy in the first stall, obviously looking to suck and a tall, kinda hot guy drifting around. I think he wanted a BJ from the first and kept going in and out of the second stall. I didn't want to be a cock blocker so I was about to leave when this other taller young hot guy came in. I took my time at the sink and realized he was stroking at the urinal. I also recognized him as someone I jerked off a year ago. I had wanted to suck him off then, but didn't. This time, I was going to taste his load. I moved back to the urinal near him and started to stroke, staring at his beautiful 20-something year old cock. He just kept stroking but didn't indicate he wanted anything. I figured I'd make a move and if he pulled away, I'd just leave. He did NOT pull away when I reached over to stroke him. Being VERY horny I immediately dropped to my knees to suck his perfect cock. He stayed quiet but was soon pumping my mouth with some great face-fucking action, hands holing my head. I figured I was finally going to taste his load. His cock was a good size but not super huge so I could take it all balls deep. The way he fucked my mouth made me want more. Then he asked that question we all love, "are you a bottom?" Obviously I said yes, which he followed up with the question we live even more, "can I fuck you?" Yes! Obviously! I wasn't expecting that but damn! I took him into the handycapped stall and stripped down, giving his cock some more sucking to get it as wet as I could. Because of its size, I knew I could take it without any lube, just spit. He played with my hole while I did that, but I didn't want to waste too much time. You never know when you're going to get interrupted in a public bathroom like that in a busy park. I kneeled on the toilet and reached back and pulled him into me quick. He moaned and started to fuck me hard. The taller guy was watching over the partition, and I could tell he was jerking off watching. The fuck got faster and more intense as I held the safety rail. My top boy started to get loud as he got close. I felt those pulses as he shot inside me. He probably shot about 5 or 6 blasts into me. Then he yanked up his pants and took off, as young guys often do. It was maybe a 10 minute fuck, but 10 minutes of heaven. I got to ride home slowly, feeling that load leak out of me as I went. Hopefully, this will happen more and more!

I was traveling for work and was in a hotel on my own. As soon as I checked in, I noticed the elevator didn't need a keycard and I was in the middle of the gay district. My cock immediately started to grow. My meetings weren't until 3:00 PM, so I pretended my flight was delayed so I could have the morning/mid afternoon to myself. Logging on to Grindr, I located a guy in my hotel - 32 feet away. He looked good from his pics, mid-30s, top, fit, Spanish tall (like me), and hung thick uncut. So I thought 'Okay, let's do this'. I asked him if he was into raw. His reply was "Only," so it was on, giving him my room number. Pulling on my red 'Nasty Pig' jock, I left the door ajar, positioned myself ass-up and awaited his arrival. When I heard the door open, I turned and immediately noticed his height. Now, I'm 6"4' so usually everyone is shorter than me, so I don't really notice height unless the guy is exceptionally tall. In this case, however, he was so tall I immediately thought 'Damn, he's tall as fuck'. I also noticed he was even better than his photographs had suggested. My nine inch cock got rock hard and was now sticking straight of the jock strap. I heard the hot sound of his belt unbuckling, and his jeans hitting the floor. He immediately started eating my ass, the scruff from his beard burying into my cheeks while his tongue borrowed into my hot pink hole. Although my hole is always quite tight, he readily opened me up. While I was nervous about taking his thick piece, he had left my ass wet and slick, so when he him pull off and start to tease my ass with his big purple head, I begged him to slide in. The only thing on my mind was that big mushroom squirting its load in my guts. He entered me slowly - I told him I wanted to feel every inch. I could even feel his head slip out of its hood straight into my hole. His precum and spit was all the lube we needed. He fucked me so hard and deep I could have cum without touching myself. He made me pull apart my cheeks so he could get even deeper. Every thrust hit my g-spot and I was in ecstasy. I was doing all I could not to cum, and he was milking my prostate so much that I was leaking precum like I never had before. At one point the bed was so wet from my precum he actually thought I had cum. Several times he made me lick my own precum and share it with him in a kiss. We fucked for probably 30 minutes in all different positions. My raw ass was his and he could have it any way he wanted. He would now and then pull out and feed me his cock so I could taste all the ass juices and his precum, and then tell him to kiss him with it. After a while, his beard was glistening with all the saliva, ass juice, and precum from both him and me. Finally, I could feel him getting close. He started in that ryhthm which tells the bottom he would soon feel ropes of cum blow into his guts. This guy, however, was definitely in charge, and demanded I beg for his load, demanding I tell him how much I wanted to be knocked up, have his babies in my ass. Finally I pulled my ass cheeks apart so he could breed me deep, he shook slightly, at which point I felt a river of sperm spurt into my insides. His load was feverishly hot, and I could feel every spurt. I was going wild, thrusting and pushing back to suck up every drop. As he came down from his orgasm he lay on top of me, shaking, as my ass continued milking his cock to the last drop. He pulled out and I could feel a solid trail of sperm dribble down my leg. He slapped my ass, commenting it had been an amazing fuck, and moved to dress. Getting up, I thanked him, and learning we would both be at the hotel another day, I gave him my extra key card, telling him I wanted every drop of cum his balls could produce. Smiling, he accepted the key card and stepped into the hallway, shutting the door behind himself - but not all the way.... ?

The US CDC guidelines lay out research-based PrEP regimens and say which patients they are suitable for. An intermittent or "2-1-1" Truvada regimen, in patients for whom research supports its use, reduces to daily use if the person is having sex every day. However, the tail of that regimen remains one pill every day up to and including 2 days after the last sexual encounter — not 7 or 30 days. [See pp. 55–56.] The CDC guidelines have this to say (about straightforward daily Truvada or Descovy; "2-1-1" Truvada is a separate matter): "Protection from HIV infection will wane over 7–10 days after ceasing daily PrEP use." [p. 46] Concentrations of PrEP drugs (note that Truvada and Descovy, the most common PrEP products, each contain two drugs) vary in different parts of the body. More is know about rectal tissue, and more is known about Truvada than about Descovy or Apretude (the new 2-month injectable for PrEP). "The time from initiation of daily PrEP use to maximal protection against HIV infection is unknown. It has been shown that the pharmacokinetics of TDF and FTC [FTC is the drug common to Truvada and Descovy] vary by tissue but there is not scientific consensus on what tissue-specific intracellular concentrations are protective [...] "Data from exploratory F/TDF [the distinct drug in Truvada] pharmacokinetic studies suggest that maximum intracellular concentrations of TFV-DP, the active form of tenofovir, are reached in blood PMBCs after approximately 7 days of daily oral dosing, in rectal tissue at approximately 7 days, and in cervicovaginal tissues at approximately 20 days. "F/TAF [the distinct drug in Descovy] pharmacokinetic study data related to potential time to tissue-specific maximum concentrations are not yet available, so the time from initiation of daily F/TAF for PrEP to maximal tissue protection from HIV infection is not known. "Data is not available for either F/TDF or F/TAF PrEP in penile tissues susceptible to HIV infection to inform considerations of time to protection for male insertive sex partners." [pp. 42–43] And for the new injectable: "No data are yet available from clinical trials in men or women to estimate the time from initiation of CAB injections to maximal protection against HIV acquisition." [p. 54] [think before following links] https://www.cdc.gov/hiv/pdf/risk/prep/cdc-hiv-prep-guidelines-2021.pdf Each patient should discuss with a medical professional, especially if there is a variance from the CDC guidelines.

nobody......... and i mean nobody gets inside me unless ive douched out.......i want their cum to stick to my clean walls inside.

I can go either way. But if it is an intense fuck I do like some nasty talk where he tells me just what he is going to do to me. I like to respond in kind to spur him on. If you can get the feedback loop of dirty talk going, it makes for a pretty hot encounter.

I happened to stop at a very old Kmart out in BFE, Texas...never shopped at Kmart and just passing through the town..anyway went in to get some batteries and had to take a piss. Sex wasn't on my mind but, walked into this old bathroom and it friggin had a gloryhole next to the two urinals. Very old school. I was instantly hard and played the game and went right to the urinal next to the hole...long story short, finger came through and I stuck my cock right through to get a gum hummer! The only sound in the bathroom was the hum of the air conditioning, my belt buckle rubbing on the tile cause I didn't give a shit and dropped my jeans( still had boxers on), and the cocksucker slightly moaning as he brought me to climax and swallowing my load. Older guy came out of the stall and handed me a card with his number. Said I was passing through but loved the bj. He said I bet and jiggled his dentures!

Thanks for the info. Definitely looking forward to getting my cock inside a few guys this Sunday. let me know if interested in this.

Everything stated above I agree with…yes totally spontaneous fucking even if u feel empty, my get a little shift on his cock. If u want to be clean 2 things…1) eat a healthy high fiber diet as it keeps your colon more clean when u evacuate your bowels; fewer loose pieces hanging around 2) douche… wash/rinse your colon out to clean up …it feels good to be clean as a bottom…I keep myself that way so I can be more spontaneous… but sorry to tell u the porn u are watching where guys just spontaneously drop their jeans and fuck…have been thoroughly and deeply douched. Tops have it easy…

There's no one answer here...best I can give you is my own personal view on it. I prefer to clean out before any fucking. It's because I don't want to run the risk of anything happens...might not be foolproof, but it's a complete mood killer for many tops when they see or smell any waste during fucking. I'd also say that your daily diet would have an effect as well. If you're eating lots of fiber and avoiding things such as fast-food or excessive amounts of coffee...you'll be less likely for any accidents. Now, that being said, there is a small subset of tops that actually prefer messy holes. These tops aren't the kind that interest me; but if you're not going to clean out, these may be your best option...they wont' get put off in the moment, when shit happens (literally).

OH MY GOD, both of these! I'm willing to bank that the "watchers" are the bottoms-in-disguise. Basically, they know you have tops coming over and are doing the search work for them. When you're busy getting fucked by one, they are going to proposition any other top that shows for some side-action. And as far as the second one goes...I stop responding when I get the questions about load counts. I also pass by guys who explicitly state "I fuck sloppy holes" in their profile....these guys aren't going to meet because they will never be satisfied with whatever number I give them. They'd just assume head to the sauna instead. I suspect many of these are gifters-in-disguise; the types that will knowingly infect a sloppy hole then claim "it wasn't me" when said hole turns up with the syph / clap / ghon

The etiquette is really simple: Go with the flow. If guys are quietly communicating, great. If there's silence, great. If you want some verbal quotient added, do it quietly and see if it's appreciated. What's definitely not ok, is being pushy if you're a bottom. If you're a Top, try to get your Cock in as many of the Holes as you can - share it with the guys that need it. When a guy Breeds in your Hole, thank him for his load. If you're a bottom, and there's some contrivance like a table, bench where you can offer your Hole to any Cock, get on it. If not, get on your knees, ready to suck any Cock hard, and then get up and bend over. Hopefully it'll be dark enough that everything can be done in Braille. Bottoms will be in some submissive position - on their knees, or bent over offering their Hole to any Cock. Tops will be hard, ready to rut in every available Hole. Some <polite cough> like to tap every available Hole, and then go back and pump it up their favorite one. And for heavens sake - get on PReP first. There are also vacces for other bugs that will come your way occasionally. Get them. Good luck, bud !!

Obviously high participants....that glossed over look in their eyes while they make the same half-ass sound over and over again. Guys putting no effort into it; phoning it in just for a paycheck. Participants who clearly do not click with one another (see above for the side-effect of that) I'm not into feet, so I couldn't care less about socks being kept on...but for God's sake, TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF!

A verbal top is best. Especially as he’s about to cum in me.

Yes.. Love a top telling me how he is going to fucked me! Love to be told what to do to him! Best part love a very loud moan what he cums

Was so fukkin horny last night. Been watching this cute young apprentice all day and my cock was fukkin solid. When I got home I started jerkin it thinking of him but it was no use I needed the real thing so I headed off to a truck stop where action is almost guaranteed. I parked up in a quiet spot, got out and waited. I was wearing a thick cock ring and I was so horned I though "fuck it" and I dropped my sweats and got my cock out. I was soon cruised by a couple of guys and then I spotted this cute kid hiding in the shadow. I smiled at him and he grinned back at me. I gripped my cock and beckoned him over. He stood in front of me, hefted my balls and stroked my shaft. Christ I moaned feeling his hands on my junk. I pulled his jeans down so we could grind our cocks together. He was leaking premium all over my cock. I whispered in his ear "I wanna fuck you" He grinned again, turned round, leaned on my truck, spread his legs and offered up his hole. I lubed my cock, pressed it on his hole and slowly shoved it all inside him. Fuck, his ass felt amazing. I fucked him for about 10 minutes then shot my load into him. I really needed that after watching that horny apprentice all day. When I'd finished he was still hard so I dropped to my knees and sucked him off. Man he shot a massive load down my throat and his nuts smelled great. We'd had an audience for the fuck and after I blew the kid, an older dude stepped up and shoved his cock in my face - he had a handsome shaft so I let him fuck my throat - his load was thick n salty and he kept his cock deep in my throat till he'd emptied his balls

My grandmother had a scathing saying about Catholicism. “Confess on Friday. Repent on Sunday. At it again Monday.”

I took 6 loads tonight. Two at my house. Two more at a cruising area nearby and then the last two were from the same "straight" married black cock. We were back behind some shed w/ an awning. My hole is still hungry...

Part 13 Evan: My chest itched as the hair grew back around my new tattoo. I loved to look at it and I was going shirtless a lot more just to show it off. Most of the guys in the dorm made comments about the shaved fur on only one side looking silly. I trimmed the right side of my chest so it was less obvious, but prayed that it all grew back quick. It was more interesting to see which guys made a comment about the tattoo. Some were silent and just looked shocked or smiled and the ones that said something varied between "That tat is so sick" to "Oh fuck. Sorry, dude." I figured the guys that knew what it meant were queer and I made a mental note to remember which guys liked it. I was down at the campus gym finishing a workout when I realized a few guys were checking me out. One was a tall, skinny guy that looked like a basketball player. Two were bodybuilders and they kept talking between themselves when they weren't looking my way. Last was an older bear that I knew taught over in the Biology department. He was my instructor freshman year. When I finished the last set of reps, I got up and headed to the locker room. Once I was stripped down, I grabbed my towel. Just before I stood up I heard "The ink looks fresh. You still viral or are you back to shooting blanks?" the bear asked quietly. Turning my head back to him I asked "Not doing meds until next year, why?" "You busy Saturday afternoon? I'd like to take a load or two and see what happens" he said, a wicked grin plastered on his face. "I might be able to squeeze you in... how's three sound?" I asked. I didn't have any other plans but I thought it sounded good. The bear chuckled and replied "Yeah, I bet there's lots of guys looking to get charged up by a hot cub like you. 417 Hickory Drive. See you then." I headed off to the shower with my towel. I walked through the large open shower area to a room that had dividers between the shower stalls. Oddly, there were no shower curtains so if you stood in the middle of the room you could watch guys shower just like the other shower area. I heard they took them down since too many guys were fucking behind the curtains. After adjusting the water temperature, I started to wash up. I opened my eyes to see the bodybuilders staring back at me, one on each side. Both were naked and while their muscles might have been big, their dicks weren't. I'd heard that steroids could lead to shrinkage, but damn. Or maybe that's all they were endowed with and used their muscles to compensate. "New ink, huh?" the one with a shaved head asked. "Yeah, you like it?" I asked. "Kinda hard to see with all that damn fur" he replied. I laughed. "Real men have body hair" I said. "And bigger dicks" I thought, but didn't say that out loud. Both guys grunted. "That tat mean you're shootin something dirty?" the shaved headed guy asked. "Dirty? Nah. Viral, yeah" I replied. I watched both roll their eyes and the bald guy said "Whatever. Bet ya can't give it to Dirk, here. Our bodies are a lot stronger than guys like you." "If you want to give it a try, I'd be more than happy to dump a load in that ass and see what happens" I said, remembering the bear's comment earlier. I wondered if their immune systems were pumping as much iron as their muscles were. They both laughed. "Bet you'd like that. Be the best ass you fucked in your lame ass life" the bald guy said. I found it funny that he was doing all the talking and yet was offering up his buddy's ass. I guessed that the bald guy was the Dom. "Maybe. Only one way to find out" I said. Moments later, Dirk was braced against the wall with just a little soapy water helping my cock rip into his hole. My hand was over his mouth and he was screaming with each thrust. It took a few tries before my cock was fully planted into his hole. He wasn't putting up a fight other than yelling out and I wondered whether he was trying to impress his buddy or whether he got fucked a lot, just by some smaller cocks like his buddy's. His butt was really firm and once I got a good pace going, I was bouncing off it. I only lasted ten minutes before I was flooding his wrecked ass with my toxic seed. My cock slipped out of the tight chute, followed by some pink cum. "I've had better. He's tight and doesn't know how to work his ass while he gets fucked. Actually, the virgin I had last Spring was better. Anyway, let me know if one load tagged his ass or if he needs more. It took over a dozen to get me" I said. I knew Danny did it with less, but I wanted to put a good dent in their cocky attitude. They probably didn't even understand that it would take a couple weeks before the virus would show any symptoms. I sure didn't want to fuck his "lame ass" more than a few times. They left and I rinsed off before heading back to my room. -- Danny: I started hooking up more and Evan was right about the number of guys that looked for poz tops to fuck them. I got a few phone calls from the clinic reminding me to come back in for a checkup. That would be something to do after the new year. My poz profile was getting more hits and I was getting more comfortable shooting my viral cum into willing bottoms. A grad student I had been breeding had just come down with the telltale symptoms as the virus took over his body. He wanted one last fuck and I was happy to oblige. His body might have been fevered and sore, but the smile that he had on all of our previous meetings was still there. We always fucked missionary and he always stared at me, begging for me to set him free. I wasn't sure what I was going to free him of, but he was sexy and a very good bottom. I was going to miss fucking his tight, hairy, middle eastern ass. Gary, didn't seem to want to stop. We didn't do it in front of his frat bro's again, but he found he had a lot of easy dick to suck after our show. And at least one red head that found Gary's ass a good substitute when his girlfriend wouldn't put out. I liked fucking Gary's cum filled ass too. He even convinced one guy to join us for a spit roast. Too bad the guy bolted as soon as he shot his load down Gary's throat less than five minutes in. I learned that neg guys that wanted to hookup from my poz profile would only be interested until they got what they wanted and then I'd never hear from them again. One guy had sent me several messages, wanting to meet up but his profile said he was a top and wanted negative partners. While I liked the top part, the neg part ruled me out. Finally, instead of ignoring his message again, I pointed it out. "The neg 4 neg part is for my bf in case he sees my profile. I want to bottom for your poz dick and get knocked up" 7thknhrd replied. "Don't mind giving u bug, but don't want to be responsible 4 u giving it to ur unsuspecting bf" I sent back. "NP, going to use it as excuse to dump him. He's too boring & clingy" was his response almost immediately. We met up at his apartment the next day and he looked a lot better than the small, grainy pictures in his profile. He was tall, slender and smooth. His dark blond hair was cut short and his pubic hair was trimmed which made his average cock look longer. I wasn't sure it was seven inches like he claimed, but it didn't matter since I would be doing the fucking. I could tell that he was a runner from his legs and ass. He looked a little familiar, but I couldn't figure out why. I'd met a lot of guys this semester and without any tattoos, piercings or facial hair, his plain average body wasn't especially memorable. Once I knew he understood the consequences I had him naked on his knees bent over the couch in his living room. Two spits and a shove made him scream and got half of my cock into him. I pulled out, pushed his face into the cushions and shoved back in. He squirmed around, but I had him trapped. This was a move I learned from the first guy I knocked up by myself after Evan. The bottom's friend gave me lots of ideas on how to get my virus into the bottom's bloodstream while he watched. I could tell that the guy my dick was in wasn't a total top, but it had been a while since he'd bottomed since he was pretty tight and didn't loosen up very quick. Fifteen minutes of drilling his tight ass had gotten me close. The last minute was spent pulling out and ramming back in until I planted my cock in deep and fired several volleys of cum into his battered hole. My cock stayed in his hole until it softened. "Give me a few minutes and I'll give you a second load" I told him. He was laying there, groaning and whimpering. "Oh fuck... I dunno... my ass is on fire" he whined. "You wanted to get knocked up. If you can't take another one, I'm not going to bother fucking you again" I told him. I wondered when I had become this sadistic jerk that got turned on by giving someone an incurable disease. But many guys wanted what I had and I loved pumping my cock and cum into those willing asses. I didn't need to waste my time with guys that couldn't take a decent fucking. "Oh god... please... fuck me... just not as hard" he begged. There was something about hearing a guy beg to get fucked that made my cock hard as a rock. The next fuck was shorter and not as rough. He still got a nice load soaking into his gut and my balls were now empty. "Plug that hole up. You don't want to lose any of that seed" I told him as I pulled my cock out and wiped it on his ass cheek. He handed me a plug from table and I laughed to myself as I pushed it in. It looked like the one Tony had gotten a week after I had shown him Stu's plug in my ass. It reminded me to ask Tony where the sex toy store was nearby. They must have had a sale on this model. I stood up and stuffed my dick back into the jockstrap and pulled up my sweats. "Same time Wednesday?" I asked. We met six, maybe seven, times over the next two weeks. It was always doggy style like a lot of guys wanted, but he tried harder than most not to look at me. Most of the time the door was cracked open and he was in position bent over the front of the couch, just waiting to get fucked. We stopped meeting when he told me that classes were getting busy and he figured I had already charged him up. I was hoping to hear if I had been successful, but never heard from him again. -- Evan: The guy that answered the door looked about my age. His beard was a lot longer and shaggier than mine, obscuring my view of the thick leather collar locked around his neck. He was a few inches taller than me and a good fifty pounds heavier. A black jockstrap covered his cock and a pair of leather boots covered his feet and went half way up his calf. He looked me over and I did the same to him. A smile showed behind the facial hair and that's when I noticed the thick septum ring. "Come on in. Daddy is waiting for you" he said in a deep, sexy voice. I stepped in and as soon as the door shut he said "Please undress here. Naked or gear is all that is allowed inside." I took my clothes off, folding them neatly and setting them on a stool. I put my boots back on and then dug into my backpack for the leather gear I brought. Once the wrist bands and harness were on I stood up and looked back at him. He was staring at me, licking his lips and I was sure that the bulge in the jock was much larger. As he turned to lead me in to wherever the bear was waiting, I noticed that the thick covering of fur on his body also covered his back. He was hairier than I was and it really turned me on. My cock twitched a few times and I wanted to spend a few hours with my paws, tongue and dick ravaging him. We went down a hallway and he turned into a room. It once was a bedroom and was now a playroom with soundproof padding on the walls and a sling hanging from the ceiling. That's where I found the bear. His feet were in the stirrups and his hands cuffed and locked to the chains by his head. Each nipple was clamped and a rag was stuffed in his mouth. The smell of poppers hung in the air. "Daddy wanted to be ready for you, so you could spend all of your time sharing your gift with him" the younger guy said. I smiled, looking over my prey. His eyes were glued on me but showed no fear of what was about to happen. I wondered how his boy would take me using his daddy. I had seen a few of these types of relationships and some times the sub would freak out when his Dom got fucked. Since I didn't know any details of their relationship, I didn't even know if the younger guy was a sub. "Hopefully, he will share it with you once he converts" I told him. His eyes lit up, his face beamed and he nodded vigorously. "Since his mouth is full, come here and suck me fully hard" I said to the cub. He whimpered a little and I think it was from excitement. He said "Yes, Sir" and scurried over in front of me and knelt down. His mouth swallowed my cock and began to suck. He was good and if this were a normal meeting, I would have let him go for a while. Instead, a few minutes later I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled the cub's head off my cock. "That's all for now. You can stay there if you want to watch your daddy get bred" I said before letting go of his hair and moving between the bear's legs. I looked him over and saw his eyes still locked on to me. His balls had a leather stretcher tightly gripping the sac and a nice 0 gauge PA on the end of his hard cut cock. As I looked back at him, my hands started to rub over his ass and that's when I found a toothbrush sticking out of his hole. I'd read stories about them and even found a video where a guy brushed his bottom's hole to make sure the bug had an easier way to attack. I heard a brief chuckle from the cub. I pulled the brush out and saw the red bristles. I pushed the brush handle through a link on the chains near the bear's foot strap so that it would be handy later. My cock was still hard as steel and I pressed the head to the tortured hole. My hands gripped the bear's legs and I smiled back at him before tugging on his legs and impaling my cock into his hole. The bear screamed out and the cub gasped. The spit from the short blowjob appears to have been the only lube the bear had. I'd never fucked a guy dry before, except for the very first time I topped when I had no idea what I was doing. Unlike that first time, I didn't pull out and add spit or lube. The quivering hole felt good around my shaft. I pulled back and thrust back in. After a few more slams into the torn up chute, I got the bear swinging back and forth, plowing my cock into him. I had forgotten how easy it was to fuck a guy in a sling. I was usually the one laying on the leather or canvas seat taking bare cocks. After a short time of letting him fuck on to my cock, I started to thrust in. The pace picked up and then slowed down. The bear's gaze only occasionally looked away from me and that was to see his cub. As much as I liked feeling the bear's pussy on my dick, I needed to unload the first dose of cum. I slowed the pace down until I gave a firm thrust while yanking the bear to me. My cock was buried as deep as it would go and my balls knew what to do. Spurts of cum pumped deep inside the bear. He groaned around the rag while my cock pulsed. I left my cock inside after the last shot, expecting it to soften like it usually did. A few minutes later I pulled out and the shaft was still hard. I motioned for the cub to come closer and told him quietly "One lick on his pussy and one lick on my dick." A loud whimper followed each lap of his tongue and he moved back to his spot. The second fuck was shorter and with a load of cum inside, a lot easier. I was surprised at how quickly my balls had recovered and gave an unhealthy six or seven volleys of cum into the battered hole. I backed away and grabbed the toothbrush from the chain, pushing it back into the gaping hole. Ten twisting strokes covered the bristles with a dark pink ooze before I pushed it back in like I found it earlier. The cub lapped at my softening cock, replacing the cum mixture with spit. Once I was satisfied, I pushed him back and moved to the other end of the sling, pulling the rag from the bear's mouth. "I hope that does the trick. Let me know if you need a repeat, but just remember that it will cost you your cub's ass" I told him. A wicked grin filled the bear's face before he said "Thanks. I'll let you know."

That is an elite group I would love to join. Hopefully with a few loads already in me.

I've always wished I had no cock at all... I always thought that if I had a pussy I could take care of more men using three holes instead of two

From personal experience, I can tell you that HungerFF has a noisy butthole that inflates like a balloon when he's getting fisted. Might rival Nate's.

The second he pulled out his wet cock from my ass, I knew I needed more seed. After he left, I logged on to Grindr -- still naked on the bed, covered in sweat with a trail of cum leading out of my ass. This Latino guy was nearby, said he was ready to breed. The thought of his fat uncut cock fucking the Spanish guy's cum deeper in me and churning his load drove me wild. I gave him my room number and within 15 min I heard the door open. I tried to make this one a bit more anonymous - I never looked up. I heard his pants hit the floor and he walked over and put a huge uncut dick in my face. I slid it down my throat and pressed my nose against his bush, inhaling his musky sweaty scent. He'd clearly been out most of the hot morning and his crotch smell worked better than poppers. My hole was craving another dump of sperm inside. After only a few minutes, he turned me around. I knew he was eager -- he didn't even take off his shirt. I could feel his head seek my hole, and he just plunged in, releasing a huge sigh as he entered me. "Fuck! It's so wet - do you have a load in there already?" he said. "Just one so far." This drove him wild. The thought of the other guy's cum as lube drove him over the edge. I braced while he nailed me harder and harder, using the headboard to hold myself while my face was buried in the mattress. All that mattered was his load in me. I felt him shake and slam into my ass one final time while he knocked me up -- the gush of cum inside my already full hole mixing with the previous dude's seed. I was in heaven - this is what bareback is all about. He pulled out and looked down. He chuckled, "Damn. dude I really flooded you." The whole encounter lasted less than 10 minutes. As he walked out and thanked me for the release, I asked him to keep the door open a crack...

Chapter 1 Men in various stages of undress surrounded me on all sides. Some were here for the music, moving in time with the techno rhythm. Others were here for the sex, fucking and getting fucked all over the club. Some were here to socialize, chatting with their friends on sofas. But all here were gay, and most were on drugs; a stark contrast to the closeted and vanilla offerings in my small town. This was my first night out in the big city, having moved here some months ago, with the few gay friends I had made promising it would be a fun- and sex-filled night. Moving past the throng of muscle-clad bodies, I spotted him. I recognized him almost immediately among the crowd: at 2 meters, he stood far taller than most people there, his 5 o’clock shadow peppered with grey, his face rough and wrinkled – typical for someone in his 50s. He was a mammoth of a man, definitely over 120 kilos, and while many at the party would have dismissed him because he didn’t have a sixpack, I much preferred his build: gigantic, clearly powerful from years of work at the gym, as if his goal was perpetually to bulk and never to cut. He looked just like he did those few times I saw him at the gym: sweaty and red-faced – probably the result of hard drugs circulating through his system rather than a hard workout – except for the fact he wasn’t wearing any clothes. Oddly enough, aside from his stubble, he had completely shaved off every trace of body hair, and odder still, I found it perfectly complemented his gargantuan build: every inch of his frame was exposed, his muscles accentuated by the sheen of sweat that would normally be obscured by body hair, making him appear even bigger, more threatening. I catch a brief glimpse of the monster hanging between his legs and my hole twitched. A thick, uncut piece of meat travelling down his thigh, perfectly framed by thick balls, bulging veins traveling along its length and disappearing into his crotch. The head poked out just a little through the foreskin, glistening as a few drops gathered at the tip. Whether it was precum, piss, or sweat, I didn’t care; I needed to have him in me. “Luke! Let’s go!” hearing my name, I snapped back to the present, and continued with my friend, Alex, to the toilets to snort some lines and take some G. Reminding myself not to stare so blatantly, I rushed over, and as soon as the drugs took effect, I threw myself into the moment: dancing, chatting, flirting, making out with hot guys left and right. The jockstrap that formed the entirety of my outfit made sure I attracted a lot of attention. But no matter how much I tried to avoid it, my mind kept going back to the guy from the gym, skimming the crowd in hopes of catching another glimpse of his immense frame and giant cock. Alex was talking to me about some hot Cuban guy he sucked off in the bathroom, and while I wasn’t really following the conversation, I immediately noticed when he went quiet, his eyes locked on to something behind me, towering over me. Feeling a hand on my shoulder and a hard dick brush up against my lower back, I froze too, hoping it was him. Here he was, two hours since I spotted him in the crowd, his breath hot on my ear, his beard scratching the goosebumps that prickled up on the back of my neck. “Hey there bitch”, he said in a low rumble. “I’ve seen you looking at me from across the room.” My face immediately turned red, and my heart skipped a beat. Shit, I thought I was being discreet! “I’ve also seen you drooling over me at the gym. Yeah, I remember you. I saw your faggot eyes sneak a peek at my junk in the locker room whenever they got the chance.” He took a step closer, his hard cock sliding up my back as he pressed his body to mine. He cast a forceful glance at Alex, who just nodded and disappeared into the crowd, instinctively knowing to leave me to this monster of a man. “Now listen here bitch. You want this dick?” I nodded. “Then there are some ground rules you have to follow. First, what I say, goes. I tell you to lick piss off the floor? You do it. I tell you to present your pussy to some thug on the street? You fucking do it. The moment you say ‘no’ is the moment you’re never getting this dick again. Understood?” Fuck, this was serious. Hesitating, I nod. “Good. Second, I got used to a certain way of fucking, and I’m not about to change that. My bitches better be fucked up when they get fucked. So you want my load? You’re gonna get a fuckload of drugs shoved up that pussy before my dick goes in. You want another load after that? Well shit, kid, you’re gonna get even more spun. You got that?” “Y-yes…?” I answer. “Now the best part is where those two rules interact” he continued. “Remember rule number one? What I say, goes. So if I want to dump another load up that cunt, I’m gonna do just that, and if you refuse, no more dick. But then there’s rule number two. So before I pump another load into you, I’ll pump you full of more drugs.” Fuuuuuuck! My heart and mind were racing, terrified, but my dick was rock-hard and my hole was tingling in anticipation. In the two months since I’ve moved here, I had wasted no time embracing my inner slut: I’ve had sex on drugs before, and even sucked off a guy in the middle of the dance floor tonight. But this was a whole different level I wasn’t entirely sure I was prepared for. “So you better hope I’m done soon, bitch. But I doubt it. You’ll be speaking gibberish by the end of the night, if you’re lucky. And if you aren’t… let’s just hope I’m done with you by the time you pass out, because if I’m not, well, the rules still apply. I’ll drug you, and I’ll fuck you, and this time you can’t say no.” My dick was leaking precum, and a small groan escaped my lips as I felt his cock throb against my back, picturing it pumping a load into my guts. “So what’ll it be?” he asked. But something about his tone told me he already knew my answer. I could stop at any time, I told myself. I could just let him fuck me once, twice maybe, and then simply refuse anything that came after. I took a deep breath, and nodded. “Good boy. Now, let’s get you fucked up reeeeeeeal good.” Heart thumping, I followed his glistening naked body across the dance floor to a half-empty sofa on the other side. Grabbing me by my arm, he roughly sat me down on one end, briefly interrupting the casual chat two guys were having on the other side. Reaching under my legs, he easily pulled me down the sofa cushion until I was lying on my back, and lifted my legs over my head. “Alright bitch. Put your fingers in that sweet cunt of yours and open it wide for daddy.” Quietly, I obeyed, as he reached into his fanny pack and took out a baggie filled with white powder, opening it up, and bringing it close to my hole. “You ready to fly, bitch?” I could feel the adrenaline taking over as the powder tipped ever closer to the edge of the bag, the reality of what was about to happen starting to hit me. Looking at him with fear in my eyes, once again, I nodded. “Fuck yeah,” he said, and started pouring the drugs into me, slowly at first, but then tipping the baggie until more started falling out, quickly surpassing what I would consider a normal amount of any drug, then twice that amount, and still, he continued. He grinned as he saw the terrified look on my face. “You wanna know what’s in here?” he asked, a playful smile taking over his face. I realized at that point that I had no idea what he was putting in me, so caught up I was in the moment. Once more, I nodded, wide-eyed, watching him shake out a little more powder before closing the baggie and putting it away. If at least I knew what it was, I could prepare myself for whatever high, however strong, was coming my way. “Fuck if I know!” he laughed. “I found that baggie on the floor over there. Guess we’re both in for a surprise soon.” He spit on my hole, rubbing the glob in with his thick, calloused finger. “You two!” he barked at the guys sitting next to us, now transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of them. “Spit!” he commanded, extending an open hand in front of them. They quickly obliged, watching him take the thick globs of spit and spread them along his throbbing dick before turning all his attention back to me. “Now, open wide, bitch!”

It's been a pretty dry period for me, given the state of the world, but hopefully this spring is bringing some changes. I took my bike out for a ride yesterday and made my usually stop at the park bathroom with the gloryhole. It's been pretty dead for a while, usually one guy desperately occupying the prime stall for hours, providing no opportunity for any real action. Today was thankfully different. I walked in and there clearly a BJ happening between the 2 stalls and another guy lingering. I put my bike to the side and took my cock out to stroke at urinal to see what might happen. The lingerer left, but the guy getting blown turned his head to watch me over the stall. I showed him my hard cock and he unlocked his stall door, still with his dick through the GH getting a loud, slurpy BJ, his beautiful ass flexing. I couldn't resist and walked in behind him and dropped to my knees to slide my tongue between his firm cheeks. He reached back to spread open for me to get a good taste of his hole. He loved the extra attention. A fourth guy came in and quickly added his cock, running it against my face while I made out with this delicious hole. At one point the guy getting blown pulled out of the hole and let me lick his balls and the heading of his cock before rerunning it to the guy on the other side of the GH. He was close and I was content to eat him. I got the pleasure of feeling his ass clentch around my tongue as he shot into the other guys mouth. The fourth guy came on my face as all this was happening. I didn't get to cum, but the smell and taste of that ass was enough to hold me. I figured I'd ride more and swing back by on my way home to see if I could follow that up. I was not disappointed! I'll write about that one shortly. Suffice to say, my ass got some attention later in the afternoon.

I prefer amateur porn too. I prefer watching one cumdump getting popped by multiple tops. I don't like to watch multiple bottoms in the same scene. I like to see tops pumping jizz deep inside, no pullouts. I like verbal too. I used to watch Sketchysex.com until I realized that many scenes are cut away when the tops are nutting only to find out that they inject fake cum in the bottoms' asses. I always raised an eyebrow when I saw the humongous fake-looking loads squeezed out but assumed it was all real. Then I researched it & discovered the truth. I'm sure some bottoms get the real impregnation onscreen but I think most are fake, and that's a REAL turnoff!!!

I disagree. I actually think stealth vids are kinda hot

No. l am a gay man and a total top. I USE faggots, I degrade faggots, l rough faggots up, pass faggots around, whore faggots out and use them as fucktoys, cumdumps, toilets and breeding bitches. l treat faggots like cheap, worthless trash and they thank me for the privilege. l’m not a faggot myself, but l love true faggots who know their place and crave being put in it. Keep up the good work in serving your superiors faggots of the world. And we men will continue to throatfuck you, assfuck you, fistfuck you, dildo fuck you, piss on you, spit in your face, degrade you, use you for a human fleshlight and a cumdumpster, whore you out, pass you around and tell you what dirty slutty faggots you are.

Nope. It's hard to get a reply from anyone let alone arrange a meet

If I find used condoms and know I'm not going to get fucked soon, I love to put all the condoms in my ass and keep then there to slowly absorb all the cum

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. 😈

All the people here urging you to keep taking it bare and taking loads (with no mention of PrEP) are giving reprehensible advice. It's fine if you want to BB. It's fine if you want to run the risk of HIV by going without PrEP. But absent a clear understanding with your girlfriend that she's okay with that risk too - one she understands because you've explained to her exactly what you do - it's no longer fine once she's in the picture. I assume - without knowing for certain - that she doesn't know you're bi, she doesn't know you bb, and she doesn't know you're a bottom taking loads. If I'm wrong on all of those, that's one thing. But if I'm right - on any of the three - the honorable choices are to tell her, to dump her, or to quit putting her at risk. The last is an option you almost certainly won't choose, so it's really between the first two.

I spent a year working about 700 miles away from home and only managed to get up to see my wife for one weekend every month. In the meantime back where I was living and working I'd met someone who loved being fucked in his ass just as much as I loved fucking him, so before ant trip home we made sure to get extra nasty so I leave with my unwashed cock covered in drying cum and ass juices, so the first thing in her mouth was my cheating cock, right before she got it in her cunt.

Just curious what makes you qualified to decide, on behalf of "real" bottoms everywhere, what they should do, how they should behave, etc..? Was there an election for Bottom Dictator that I missed somehow?