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Pozzed Cheerleader 5 It made me a No Loads Refused Cum Slut Jamie and I left the hotel room as neat and clean as we could but there was stil cum everywhere. I would not want to sleep in those beds anytime soon. I lived off-campus with 3 other roommates, one was another cheerleader and the other two were on the football team. The four of us hit off our freshman year and have lived through all of our lives ups and downs. They were all very manly. I could not imagine any of them doing what I did the night before. Really, before last night, I could not imagine myself doing what I did before last night. But, as I did the ‘walk of shame’ back to my apartment. I wondered where I was going to get my next fix. My apartment was empty. I went straight to my room, dropped my gym bag, stripped down and fell asleep on top of the covers. I slept for several hours, waking only when my roommates came and went into the apartment or when my phone would ding with a new message. I heard my door open just a bit and then a short giggle. It was Mark, my cheer teammate and roommate. He was, also, good friends with Jamie. I often wondered how good of friends, but I knew he was fucking Angela one of the chunkier large breasted girls on the squad. He slyly slid into my room without me realizing it or I would have covered up. I felt his hand run up my leg and stop at my tender and still leaking hole. I glanced back at him. He smiled and said, ‘Jamie said you guys had fun last night.” “Is that all he said” I quizzed? Wondering if he knew I took a good half-dozen poz loads. “Yeah, and if I wanted a second helping of a creampie to come over and eat your!” he said as he lapped at my well fucked hole. I could not believe, my good friend, roommate, and teammate, who I suspected was bi, now confirmed, was unknowingly eating loads of poz cum from 5 guys out of my ass. His second feast of the day. He fingered my hole. “I want to fuck you” he mumbled as tongued my hole. “Yes please” I gasped. He shucked his shorts and underwear while he kept eating my ass. I was rock hard. I had seen his cock in the shower. So, I knew he was a bit bigger than my 6 inches. I thought he was closer to 7, but he was thick like a red bull can. He was rock hard when he pushed his thick mushroom head into my sore but willing ass. “Me and the boys are going to like having a willing pussy-boy around the apartment” he joked. I noticed he did not say anything about poz or anything like that. So Jamie must not have told him about all the poz loads that we took the night before. He did not ask; i was not going to tell. Mark had great stamina, and I am almost certain he just came with Jamie. So, he was going to last a while. My only question was whether my ass was going to give out first or his cock. Mark pounded me hard for 15 minutes before he added his untainted seed along with everyone else’s DNA. He shoved his cock deep in my hole. I could feel it pulse and shoot volley after volley of his untainted, till now, dna into my cunt. “I heard you got paid last night, take me next time” Mark cajoled, “you know i could use the money.” “I am tired of getting fucked for free on campus” he admitted. I just laid in bed with my eyes closed. I knew had a girl that he fucked on the team, but never knew he got fucked by other guys. I played it cool like I knew. I was going to let it all play out and see who I could convert into poz boi’s like George and his pals did to me. While Mark laid there with my ass leaking and his cock half-hard. I asked him about him and our roommates fucking me. He looked at me like I had a third eye. He told me about the summer that I had been gone at home and they were here for football camp and had been tag-teaming Jamie and the punter for the football team. Not to mention when I or Jamie was not around Mark had been the bottom of choice for our roommates. I was floored, but I did not let on. I was thinking of a way to get the whole group in one room. Mark slipped the plug back into my ass to keep his load deep inside me, and I fell asleep. I slept the rest of the afternoon and into the evening only to be stirred awake by the sounds of moans coming from the living room. I slipped on my boxer-briefs and slowly tipped-toed down the hall into the living room where my roommates Jamal and Darnel spit-roasting Mark. They were lost in the pleasure of his mouth and ass. Mark’s 7 inch cock was as rigid as it had been just a few hours ago fucking me. Jamal had a good 8 inch cock sliding in and out of Mark’s tight white ass and Darnel was sporting a goo8.5 inch dark piece of meat in Mar;s hungry mouth. “Well, look who we have here” Darnel almost sang in his deep baritone voice. As Jamal looked around, but kept laying his meat pipe in Mark’s sweet cunt of an ass. “Mark had been telling us about your evening getting turned out by the rich alumni and his afternoon with the new apartment bottom slut” Darnel continued. Again, no mention of the positive aspect of my evening. I was staunch if they did not ask, i was not going to tell. “Why don’t you come over her and sit your used hole on my fat balc cock” he insisted. I wasn’t quite ready for more cock, but I was in no position to say no. Darnal moved to the couch and my close friend and star DB for the football team removed the plug from my aching hole and I sat down on his oversized black and assumed for now a negative cock. Jamal and Darnel took turns fucking Mark and I for the next hour. It was near 8pm when they had breed us twice a piece and Mark and I had cum each just once. Mark in my mouth and me in my hand. I guess no matter what I do. I am the bottom rung. I am the one that will suck and get fucked. If i cum it will be either by my own hand or by someone fucking me just right. I was OK with that Thank you for reading. I am getting busy. I will not be able to write as much as I like maybe a story a week. Thank you for all your hot emails and phone calls. I cum a lot thanks to you Joey

Part 2 Two days later, I knocked on his door, unsure how this was going to go. I had never met a blind guy before. It took a minute before the door opened and I saw the guy from the pic, but fully clothed. "Hey, I'm Jeff. I'm here to help you with some profile pics" I said. "Hi Jeff, I'm Owen. Come in. Your voice isn't what I was expecting. It's a little deeper" Owen said. He could sense my movements and closed the door after I was in the room. "Private dorm room? You're lucky" I said and heard him chuckle. "I've never heard anyone say I was lucky before" he replied. We talked for a little while, getting to know each other better but he seemed to be carefully avoiding sex. It was like countless other first meetings I'd had with guys when I wasn't just hooking up to fuck. After twenty minutes, he asked "What types of guys do you normally look for?" We were just supposed to take a couple pictures for his profiles, but this was a nice segue to getting him naked for that to happen. Even better, he was initiating it so I didn't feel I was forcing him to do anything he didn't want. "I'm more into smooth bottoms. I guess it's from all those years on the swim team. Tops I meet I like to be taller and a little bigger than me. I don't mind if they have some body hair, but not a forest" I told him. "Nice... I like smooth guys. As I told you, I like to explore a guy's body with my hands and tongue and the only place I like hair is around his cock and in his arm pits. It's funny, but completely shaved is a turn off. I like to know it's a man I'm with" Owen explained. I chuckled before telling him "Yeah, I'm the same. Some of my old teammates used to shave their entire body and it just made my dick go limp. I hate stubble too." I saw him nod in agreement. I could tell he wanted to say something, but we just had an awkward pause. Right when I was about to break the silence he asked "Can I touch you? I use other senses to do what my eyes can't. Let me know if I touch where I shouldn't." I stood up and a moment later he was standing in front of me. His touch was amazingly gentle and started with my chest. He worked down my body until he got to my legs, feeling the thickness of my thighs under my sweatpants. It wasn't erotic at all and yet it felt good. "Do you want me to take my shirt off?" I asked. "Only if you want. I don't want to scare you off" Owen replied. I slowly pulled my tee over my head, tossing it on the chair I was sitting on earlier. His hands started to roam over my smooth skin, making me moan when his fingers ran over my nipples. "Do you like that?" he asked. Now it began to get more erotic and I wondered if he was trying to lure me into fucking him. "Yeah I do. It affects other parts of my body too" I said. He blushed, knowing exactly what I meant. "Can I take your shirt off too?" I asked and watched him nod his head 'yes' before I pulled it off. His nipples were just as hard as in the picture he'd sent me and it took a lot of effort not to just flick my tongue over them. "What kind of pictures do you want? Naked? Shirtless? Just your butt?" I asked. "I don't know. Do you think guys would like my body?" Owen asked. "You have a twinky body, so only guys that are into that type will like it. Everyone has their preferences, but I think there would be a lot of guys into you. How about I take a couple pictures with your phone. That way you keep control of them. Then we can edit them on your computer to only show parts of your body. I would keep your face out of them to keep it more anonymous" I told him. I took a couple pictures with his jeans on before asking him to take them off. The red jockstrap he wore underneath surprised me, but looked really hot and I told him so. I got a couple more pics and then pulled his jock off. His ass looked really nice and I desperately wanted to bury my face in and rim him. I took a few more pics and we transferred the pics to his computer. It didn't take long to crop and brighten the pictures. I told him the new folder I put them in and gave them descriptive names. "Jeff, I feel weird being naked and I think you still have your sweat pants on. Can you take them off?" Owen asked. "Of course. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. But if we're both naked, something might happen" I said. "I hope so" he said quietly. I stood up and moved back to the center of the small room and pulled my sweats off. His hands reached over and he felt over my body, rubbing over the stained jockstrap, my ass and down my legs. "You have hair on your butt and legs but your chest is smooth. Do you like wearing jockstraps too?" he asked before standing up.. I chuckled before replying "Yeah, I stopped shaving my body after I quit swimming competitively. My upper body is naturally smooth. I don't think I own any regular underwear, I just wear jockstraps since I like how they feel." I wrapped my arm around his body, pulling him close. With my other hand I tilted his head back and leaned down, kissing his soft lips. He was four inches shorter than me but felt really good in my arms. He was a good kisser too. I guess he had been pretty honest about his experiences in our month of messages. The longer we kissed, the deeper my tongue got into his mouth and the stiffer my cock got. His cock got hard too and I felt it pressing into my leg. My hand rubbed down his back and grasped his butt cheek, squeezing it while pulling it into my body. My other hand wrapped around the back of his head. We continued kissing for a couple minutes before I pulled his head back and guided it to my right nipple. Within seconds, my cock was fully hard and his tongue was working it's magic on my nip. Several minutes later I pushed his head lower and he took over, knowing what to do next. He was on his knees in front of me, slobbering over and gnawing on the pouch covering my cock. I'm sure he knew that there were dozens of dried cum shots that had soaked into the fabric. The moans coming from him told me that I wasn't pushing him too fast. His hands grasped my butt and felt really good as his fingers dug into the firm flesh. I felt him let go of one of my ass cheeks and he freed my rigid cock out of the side of the pouch. I knew his tongue was talented from our kisses and I found that his lips were just as good. What they did to my cock was on a whole other level than his kisses. He had a little problem getting all the way down, but several tries and a hand on the back of his head had his face buried into my trimmed bush. The moan he made around my shaft sent shivers through my body. This was further than I expected to go, but he was willing and wasn't slowing down or stopping. About ten minutes in, though, I needed to pull off before I shot my load down his throat. Owen was a little concerned when I pulled my cock out, but a smile came over his face when I told him he was getting me too close. The real question was if he wanted me to go further. "Want me to stop... or... go the rest of the way?" I asked softly. He whimpered a little before he said "All the way." I guided him over to his bed, watching him carefully climb up on the mattress and assume the position. My dick was still hard and I kissed down his back before spreading his butt cheeks and pressing my face in. His hole opened with only a little persuasion from my tongue. From the sounds he was making, he enjoyed my oral skills as much as I did his. Two fingers slid into the spit soaked hole and made him moan louder. As much as I wanted to slide my dick into him, I grabbed his phone first and took a closeup of his wet, slightly open hole, followed by my bare cock laying at the entrance and then another as I pushed in, with my cock head safely inside the pink ring. I set the phone down and then as my hands gripped his hips he pushed back. He was still a little tight, but that's how I like a bottom's hole. It was nice not having the discussion or even a mention about condoms. Sometimes that meant the guy was naive, sometimes too horny, or times like this where they just wanted it bare. Each thrust got my cock deeper inside his warm hole and it felt really good. The moans coming out of him told me he liked it too. Someone had taught him well and I wondered how many years he had been practicing his bottom skills. Once I bottomed out, I continued the long strokes but got more forceful. I always love the sound of two bodies slapping together during sex and this time, while unexpected, was no different. A few minutes of pounding got him to start begging. "Harder", "Faster", "Pound my ass" was coming out of his mouth. The harder I went, his cries got more ragged but he kept working his ass around my dick and pushing back into my thrusts. My hands were gripping his shoulders as I drilled and let me lean forward a bit, digging into new territory in his cunt. A few more minutes and I felt my body get close. "Ready for my load" I asked, not really caring what he said. At this point I was going to breed him whether he wanted it or not. "Give it to me... cum inside" he gasped. The first volley was strong and shot deep inside him. There was a quick thrust before the next several shots pumped more cum into his guts. I wasn't sure if it was a moan or a whimper that came out of his mouth as I came inside him, but it lasted the entire time. He felt so good wrapped around my dick which was holding my huge load inside, but eventually I needed to pull out and stand up. Once again, I grabbed the phone and took a few pics of my cock coming out of his newly bruised hole. The last one I took was his gaping hole with cum dripping out and on to his balls. "Turn around" I said calmly and watched him slowly change ends. His mouth was open with his tongue sticking out, expecting me to feed him my cum covered cock. If I'd known he was good with ass to mouth, I would have gotten him on his knees so he could lick the slime off easier. Still, he did a good job and seemed to enjoy it. Once he'd cleaned me up, I sat down on his bed and pulled him up close. I chuckled and said "I didn't expect us to do anything other than take pictures. You ok?" I asked. He moaned again. "Much more than ok. That felt really good. It's been a month since last time. You're different though. You didn't rush to get out of here like most guys. Thanks" Owen said. "Most guys are just looking for a pump and dump, so that's pretty normal. Don't take it personally" I replied. After uploading the new pics, I edited them like before and added them to the folder. He laid there on the bed naked, quietly moaning while I worked on the photos. I understood his moans, it always felt good after a fuck to feel a guy's load in me. I needed to get back home, so I explained each of the pictures, giving him as much detail as I could. I told him the two pictures that I thought he should put up on his profiles - a frontal from his neck down wearing the red jock and a butt shot with the straps from the jock framing his hot ass. "Save the action shots for guys that really seem serious" I told him.

Ended up going to a last min trip with a couple friends since one of them got sick and was unable to travel. Ended up packing up a bag and literally running out of the house. Flew out there and didn’t know what to expect but I was excited and was determined to make the best of it. The hotel was fucking gorgeous and the staff was very friendly. We got our rooms and headed over. I jumped in the shower to freshen up after the 5 hour flight. But there was a knock on the door so I grabbed a towel and opened the door. The bell boy had my bag and asked if he can come in and bring it inside the room. He was a tall guy slim lean guy cute face. He took the bag to the other side of the room and then slowly started walking back towards me. He was checking me out head to toe. So I stopped him and asked him what types of services they offer. He started listing hotel services. I stopped him and said that I mean like if he will be willing to help me out. He asked what I meant and I told him I’d like to see him nude . He lifted his shirt up exposing his lean sexy abs. I asked if I can touch them and he nodded. I groped his sexy abs. I asked him if he is down to do more. He said yes. I undid his pants and slid my hand inside them and grabbed his dick and he moaned out. I closed the door and he stripped down. I dropped my towel and took him to the bed. He said down on the bed and I got down on my knees and began to suck his dick. His dick got hard very fast and was about 9 inch and thick. I was deepthroating him. He told me to get on the bed pushed my head down and lifted my ass up . He began to eat my ass out and got me moaning. I looked back at him and asked him if he has done this before ? He didn’t respond just smiled. And went back to eating me out. I was moaning and then I felt fun getting up and pressing his dick against my hole. Soon after he pushed his dick inside me and proceeded to push all the way inside me. I moaned out as so did he. He began to slowly fuck me pushing all the way in and then pulling out all the way. He then began to really fuck me. Grabbed me by the waist and then was clapping my cheeks. He turned me over on my back spread my legs and pushed his dick up inside me again and began to fuck me. His dick felt so fucking good inside me. I was feeling his sexy abs while he was digging me out. He got my legs on his shoulders and he really dug me out. His big throbbing dick felt so good inside me and I can tell from his grunting and moaning he was loving my hole. I pushed him on his back and got on top and began to ride him. He held my waist as I was bouncing on his dick hard. His moaning got louder and his breathing heavier. He flipped me on my back and he began to pound me hard and fast. He moaned out Cumming ! I grabbed his hips and pulled him into me. He grabbed my throat and he pushed his dick in me as deep as possible and he began to shoot his hot load inside me. I felt his dick pulsating as he shot his cum in me. He collapsed on top of me as we both were breathing heavy . Shortly after he slid his dick out of me slowly and got up and began to dress up. I told him that was amazing. He said it was really good too. Said anytime I wanted more to call up room service and ask for him. I tipped him for his service and he left. I ended up seeing him multiple times during the stay.

I got a message from a guy on grindr followed by 3 dick pics of a decent 6" cock. He just wanted to suck and get sucked. 10 minutes later, a huge bearded man, at least 6'5, with cowboy boots, jeans and button up shirt with massive shoulders and a barrel chest and beer belly walks in. I'm only 5'7 standing in just a towel. He strips, I get on my knees, hes a grower with lots of foreskin. So I feel grow him full hard from my tongue to the back of my throat. I stand up, he gets down and sucks me off before asking if I wanted to sit on his dick. I did not hesitate, grabbed the lube and lubed his now extremely thick dick up and sat on his dick taking a moment to adjust before riding him hard for only a few minutes before he slammed into me shooting a huge load up my ass. And now I'm sitting here letting it leak out onto my fingers and tasting it.

I get back to my cabin and have a shower. I try to keep Adam’s seed in me, but there seems to be so much, and it leaks out the entire shower. It makes me proud to have been bred by him, but also sad I am losing his DNA. I throw on a t-shirt and cargo shorts and relax with a coffee and read a book for a couple of hours and with no warning Adam opens my cabin door and comes in and shuts it behind him (clearly, he has no issue using his key). Leaning against the door as if to hold it shut, he is standing there in the same uniform as yesterday, and again a huge bulge in his pants. “Got 15-minute break” is all he says. I jump up and kiss him quickly, and he breaks the kiss and says, “more of that later”. And spins me around and pulls the back of my shorts down and within a minute his manhood is deep inside me again and he is fucking me standing pushed against the wall with enthusiasm. “I just need to let….” and a huge growl as he floods me again with his toxic seed. With my shorts still around my knees he turns me around and kisses me passionately and pulls his pants up. “Ok, 5 more minutes” he says. He doesn’t move but holds me there against the wall with my pants around my knees kissing me. My own cock is rock hard and leaking precum and some gets on the pants of his crotch. “Your turn” he says and kneels and deep throats my cock. After a couple of minutes of sucking me off he looks up and says, “nice neg juices, may be the last I get from you”. With that I lose control and cum all over his face and beard before he gets the chance to get back on it. He stands up, and I feel bad. “You can’t go back to work like that”. And I quickly lick off all my neg cum off his beard and kiss him with it until he is all cleaned up. He kisses me one last time. “No waiting until midnight this time. Be back at 10pm tonight”. At 10 o’clock on the dot Adam lets himself into my cabin and this time he comes bearing gifts. A bottle of wine and some cheese and crackers. He kisses me and says, “can’t not be looking after the father of my babies”. Tonight, is different. We enjoy the wine and chat a lot more about each other. He is such a gorgeous man. Tonight, is romantic. Adam still gives me 3 loads and again he stays the night in my cabin. I tell him I am in Perth for a month and was planning to get a flight back to Sydney. But now I think I might take the train back. His roster doesn’t quite match up, and the best I can do is stay an extra 2 weeks in Perth so I can get his train back. So, I stay 6 weeks in Perth, and we stay in touch the whole six weeks. We text and call almost non-stop. I fear that not only do I want his babies in me, but I want him more than that. We talk a lot about him taking some time off and us having a holiday together. Two weeks in I come down with a cold, and I am suspicious. It isn’t too bad, but I can’t stop wondering if this is his baby inside me. I do a test 3 weeks in and it comes back positive. It is Adams and I feel so “whole”. I decide not to tell Adam until my return trip no matter how often he asks. Adam is in Perth 2 days and nights before his return trip, so he spends them with me. We get a luxury apartment overlooking the ocean and the few hours he is not inside me; we go out for dinners and walks along the beach. He is insanely affectionate even in public and I feel in heaven. We are laying in bed the night before the train ride home and he is saying he wants to try to knock me up on the return trip. I look him in the eyes and say, “well if you did, then I’d be having twins”. He immediately smiles and says, “no way!”. “Yep” I said, “and it can only be yours”. That night we don’t have sex, we make love. It feels so different. He says, “well now we know it is definitely mine, maybe we can make the ride back to Sydney more interesting for you”. To be continued…

Bout 10 minutes ago. Got a regular FB i've written about before, young bi muscle stud who's always horny (lucky me). He hits me up often, sometimes 2x a day, a lot of times when i'm at work and cannot, but He never gives up and it's turned into a nice relationship. i'm always waiting naked and ass up, door open. Sometimes He flips me on my back, always comes a couple of times. He's getting more vocal, less shy, which helps me know He is enjoying Himself... i sure as fuck am, involuntary "oh fuck" coming out of me as well as groans and moans of pleasure. Today He asked if He could suck on me first, He wanted to try it. i'm not into getting my penis touched or sucked, not that it doesn't feel good, it does/did, but i explained to Him that my orgasm is when a Man has an orgasm inside of me, it's what fulfills me sexually. Still, i said okay and He didn't make me cum that way, it just made Him hard and then He flipped me on my stomach and penetrated me and fucked me good. Damn, so good. i'm sloppy wet right now and feel soooooo good.

Zero regrets here. i've been sexually active since my teens and embraced sexual promiscuity early on. I saw the religious sexual dogma for the toxic fraud it is. I rejected sexual monogamy and offered myself to all the male partners i could find. I thrive in group use settings. I have no desire to stop being a cum dump and hyper promiscuous male.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. Another BZ member gave me the idea for this story and I got carried away. One short part became six longer ones to make up a complete story. Like a lot of my stories, there's no sex in part 1, just setup for the two main characters. ------ Part 1 I'd been chatting with this guy, pktbtm, for a few weeks. It usually was a short conversation and since there were no pics on his profile, I didn't expect much to come out of it. He was fun to talk to, though. It didn't sound like he had a lot of experience, but the mostly vanilla stuff that he'd tried he seemed to like and his descriptions didn't sound like they were from just a good imagination or hours of watching porn. He was going to the same university as I was, but was living on the other side of campus in a dorm. His profile said he was a short bottom guy, only five foot two inches tall and a lightweight 115 pounds. One of the tall bears I knew called guys like him "pocket fags" since guys like him could easily pick them up and carry them home. Pktbtm listed himself as naturally smooth all over and a clean shaven face. Unlike a lot of bottoms that wanted their profiles to appeal to the most guys, he listed his preference for bare sex and "ask me" for his status. That usually meant that he was poz, probably undetectable. It didn't deter me, since I listed the same, but I was still neg. I didn't see him on for a couple weeks and when I spotted him back on I asked what happened. "Some asshole catfished me. He never showed and then blocked me, so I took a break from the apps" he sent back. "Sorry. That sucks. Some guys are dicks like that" I replied. "At least you're friendly. I don't think we'll ever meet, but its fun to chat with you. That guy kept talking about meeting and how he was going to fuck my brains out, but it was just a game to him" he said. "Yeah, I'm not that kind of guy. If I say I'm going to meet, I do. Most turn out pretty good, but sometimes there's no chemistry. I'm vers so it depends on my mood as to what kind of guys I look for, too" I replied. "Do you mostly top or bottom?" he asked. "About 50-50" I replied. Our conversation continued on for another twenty minutes until I asked "What's your ideal hookup?" He didn't respond right away and I was wondering if he was trying to make something up or just fat fingering his message like I sometimes did. "I like a lot of body contact" was his first reply and then "explore a guy, licking and sniffing before I start to suck his cock and balls. I use my tongue a lot and finally let him take me. I prefer it when a guy starts out slow and gets harder and harder until he cums deep inside me. We lay there a little bit and when he pulls out I suck him clean. Hopefully he gets hard and wants to fuck again" he said. "Sounds like fun. Do you always fuck bare?" I asked. "Unless the top wants to cover it, but not many do. I prefer it raw and to feel him shoot his cum inside me" he said. "Yeah, its a good feeling. Do you like doggy or missionary?" I asked. "I don't care. It's up to the top. Us bottoms can't be too picky" he replied. The next night we picked up where we left off. "So... don't you have any pics to show off?" I asked. "Only one that I send out when asked. I don't even know if its a good picture. A friend took it last year before I got sunburned at the pool" he replied. "Mind if I see it? I'd just like a better idea of who I'm talking to" I asked. I knew he had already seen the ones on my profile. "I guess. I don't think you're going to stalk me" he replied. A few minutes later he added a private pic and unlocked it. I looked over the picture and noticed a really cute twink. He was naturally thin and didn't have a lot of muscle on his body. Based on his weight and height, I didn't expect any. The blue speedo didn't have a huge bulge, either. While I loved hung bottoms, I found them hard to find. They usually went for the built jocks instead of a swimmer like me. His nips looked tasty as did his lips, the only part of his face I could see from the hat and sunglasses covering the upper part. "Damn sweet. You should have some visible pics on the site... maybe crop off your head and have one showing your naked butt" I said. There was a few minute pause before he replied, which wasn't normal with our conversations. "I can't really do that. I'd need help. But I wouldn't want any of my regular friends help me. None of them are gay" he replied. I'd met a lot of people who couldn't edit photos and I'd helped several guys, both gay and straight, get better pics for their profiles. "Uh... I could help you, if you want. It might be a good way to meet with no pressure of sex" I said. The pause was longer this time. I was almost ready to log off when he replied "Thanks. But I don't know. I guess I should tell you that I'm blind. That's why I don't like showing pics since I don't know what they look like. "Blind? As in can't see well or at all? Sorry, I didn't know" I replied. I'd had a few guys tell me all sorts of things on hookup sites. One guy only had one ball, another was an amputee, and one had scars from being burned in a car accident. All had turned out to be fun and while we may have had to adapt, it wasn't any worse than guys with phobias like not wanting their feet touched or being tickled. "Totally blind. I don't put it on my profiles since some people fetishize things like that or think I'll let anyone fuck me since I can't see them" he replied. "That's nuts. I guess it makes sense to only tell someone after you make sure they're not going to freak out. Everyone has preferences to the types of guys they are interested. Well, my offer is still there, if you want me to help you get some pics up" I said. "I guess it wouldn't hurt. I might not put them up, but it would be good to have some since it's stopped a lot of guys from meeting" pktbtm said.

The past two days had been wild. I had 10 guys fuck me. Most were trusted FBs that came to my rescue, I was sick with a cold and then followed with a week of work then Covid-19… uggg no sex for one month. My hole closed up and ran away lol I was scared to even use a dildo it’s been so long but… like a rubber band my hole opened up and took it like a true cumdump hole it is. The high light was a new fuck who claimed to be only 7”. He was a grower around 26, 5’8” 145. I kept sucking him and he got thick like a wrist. Still not 100% hard!! He had me on my stomach and started to rub his huge dick in my crack, getting thicker and thicker. He finally found my tiny shriveled fuck hole that refused to open up. I told him to force it in. So he did, slip his not so hard cock in there …. It began to grow harder and harder, it felt like a dildo … I honestly thought I was ripping a little and my hole was on fire. I asked him, since I was blindfolded, are you Asian???? He said yeah! And without hesitation started to rape my hole….. it slipped out offering some relief but he just slid it back in to the base. I felt for once not in control and tried to relax as he slid that monster in and out of my fuck hole…. Now no longer tight. It was gapping for fresh air. He didn’t care if it hurt … he wanted to breed my cunt. It felt like a dildo at first and I thought he had a rubber on but no, it was a hard, extremely raw cock turning my hole into hamburger meet… and the fucker took his time. “Does it hurt? Most guys can’t handle it.” He said. I said yeah, “fuck it’s the thickest dick I had! Are you sure you’re Asian???” “Yeah..hahaha” he said. I told him,”If it doesn’t hurt than it not a good fuck.” This sent him on the edge to “hurt” me but by now I regained my super human fuck hole powers and took his dick. “Fuck your hole is so loose now, it’s gapping like a cunt!! Haha.” “I’m cumming..Fuck!” I felt his log pulse from the base up and the squirts matching his grunts each time in me. His dick felt like a rubber dildo, extra hard as a rock. I was on the verge of tapping out… my happy place was shattered and I was in pain. The poppers was no help. But he finally came and I could no longer hold my ass up. Collapse on the bed. He rips out and says, good cunt faggot. Goes to the bathroom to wash up. I feel my hole and it’s loose, wet and slimy. I even had to check if I tore but I was ok, remarkably. 3 other guys fucked me after he left and my hole by then was a gapping mess. That’s another story …..

Every since reading this thread two nights ago I went to a parTy. I had this thread in mind to get DP'd this night. I only had done it once but this thread got me thinking about it alot. So both tops weren't that wide but were dam long..lol. We fooled around for some time and the one top was on his back and while I was sucking him he got really hard i had him slide to the end of the bed so his leggs were on the floor then and I got on and sat on his cock when It was fully in I told the other to fuck me with him in. He grab a tube of lub stuck it by my hole and filled everything up. I laid flat so he had a easier time to try.. He had me suck his cock while the other top was fucking me. He got friggin hard and moved to my ass and tried to get it in with the other in me. Took some tries but it eventually slid it in nice. I had to relaxed a bit because it hurt a little but then felt awesome! They both got super excited and were pumping for a while. I had my arms to the back to spread my cheeks some. I got some great action going. As soon as the one moaned very loud the other pumping now faster then he exploded and moaned. I felt both cocks throb! It was such a grrreeat feeling. Was sore but in a great way. Will do this again!

I am!! And proud of my sexual promiscuity and the many days and nights in sex clubs and the like where i took partner after partner unloading his male essence into me--the DNA of so many thousands of my fellow males bathing

My regret is not committing to being a whore sooner.

I hate to say this, but there is only one correct answer here: what the top wants. When I'm getting sucked, sometimes I pull out, leaving just the head of my dick on the cocksucker's tongue so I can see the spurts and he can enjoy the salty taste and gooey texture. Other times it just feels right to force the guy's head down on my cock, so I can nut deep down his throat. One thing I don't do is jerk off into a guy's mouth. Although a little jerking at the start or in the middle of the blowjob can help move things along, if I have to jerk myself off to orgasm, that defeats the purpose of a cocksucker. Wherever I decide to cum, I like to end by pulling the guy up for a deep kiss. It's my way of saying thank you.

It's a shame how many people don't understand what free speech is. Freedom of speech isn't freedom to spew sewage out of our mouths and call it speech. Freedom of speech isn't a right to sling libel, slander and defamation of character (there are quite sound laws against all of these things). Freedom of speech isn't an open invitation to incite riots, shout "fire" in a crowded theatre, or try to persuade your fellow citizens to pick up their rifles and follow you into the Capitol Building. Freedom of speech isn't license to use the public airwaves and mass media affecting millions to consciously stoke the fear, insecurity and paranoia of vulnerable people until it turns individuals into gun-wielding mass-murderers (201 in 2022 so far and counting. Thank you so much, Fucker Carlson / Fucks and Friends). It's not that these morons have made us want to silence those who disagree with us - they've made us unable to hear each other speaking over all their bellowing. But your statement assumes that free speech ought to be unrestrained speech. It never has been in the United States. Even the First Amendment to the Constitution is not a blanket prohibition against the government restricting speech; there are a number of types of speech that have long been restricted, and those restrictions have been upheld by the Supreme Court over decades as Constitutional. Check it out here at FindLaw: [think before following links] https://constitution.findlaw.com/amendment1/freedom-of-speech.html

Over time, I've learned that I'm not rich enough to afford cheap things. I've had people laugh at how much I might pay for really good shoes...at least until they know how long I've had them for (I have shoes older than some of the twinks on here). 😂 Spend the extra money once and get the quality tool for the job,

"Fuck Yeah! Hold that pose." He said, then grabbed his phone and took a few pictures. "I'm sending these to my buds," he said as he tapped away on his phone. Then turned to me, as I lay there with my hole beginning to leak his cum. I finally looked down at his dick and I couldn't believe that huge log had been inside me. It was thicker than a beer can and I'm pretty sure that the 9 inches were an underestimation. The head was huge, angry, and red, with a pearl of bright white cum hanging from the piss slit. My eyes widened and he laughed. "Yeah, it's tough for me to find bottoms that can or even want to take me sometimes, it's why I prefer the anonymous scene ha ha." "Holy shit! I'm glad I'm stoned and buzzed because otherwise there's no way I'd have taken you." I said. "Then I'm going to take advantage." He said; scooting forward and slapping that huge cockhead on my hole. "Look into my eyes," he said and I looked up at him. I found his smile comforting and he continued, "You already took it, that ass is already mine. But you set up tonight for a reason, you don't just want to get fucked. You NEED to get fucked. And you NEED to get pozzed so that's what I'm here to give you. Now take a deep sniff of poppers, hold your breath, and let it out when I tell you." I looked into his eyes, took a deep sniff in each nostril, and held my breath. After about 5 seconds, he said, "Let it out." I began to exhale when he slammed his whole length into me. I'm pretty sure he must have torn me up a little but the poppers helped and I felt instantly full but also so euphoric that I moaned out loud. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down on top of me. I noticed that his pecs were pierced with small barbells and I began to nibble on his right nipple. "Oh fuck, baby. That's my kryptonite!" He said chuckling. Meanwhile, I could feel him begin to piston in and out. His thick shaft feeling like it was dragging my guts out on his out strokes but massaging my insides and pounding into my prostate on the in strokes. I squeezed my ass muscles, this time deliberately milking his dick. Knowing that I was no longer the nervous negative cuck that I was before he walked in the door. Now, I was a potential positive cumdump, finally taking that step that I'd feared for years. Realizing now that I had nothing to fear all along except this! Me, on my back with a handsome stranger smiling as he plowed away at my ass while his precious cum changed my DNA to match his! "Please cum inside me again." I said out loud. "I want your cum inside me. I want your babies in me. Please." I pleaded. "Oh fuck, you're still so fucking tight. I'm getting close again. Chew on my nipples baby, bite those fuckers!" I chewed and bit his nipple, using my tongue and front teeth to twist the barbell back and forth. He started huffing, puffing, and sucking his breath in hard through his teeth. "Ahhh, yeah, baby. Fuck, I'm getting close. Your ass is working hard for my load. But I want you to look into my eyes again and ask for it." "Yes please. Give me your load, your poz cum. Shoot it inside me and poz me please." I begged as I looked into his eyes and tweaked his nipples with my fingers. He got this intense look in his eyes and roared as his dick began to spasm and contract and I felt that tell tale warmth deep inside me that let me know he was breeding me again. "Fuuuuuuuck yeah! Pozzing your hot hole!" He said, as he collapsed on top of me. Soon after, he raised himself on his arms and said. "I want your number, I'm going to keep fucking you and I'm gonna make sure your ass is always full of cum." He pulled out of me, grabbed his phone and said, "Well, looks like your ass has about 30 minutes to rest. I see you got some weed, let's smoke. I have a feeling you're gonna need to be relaxed ha ha." It sounded playfully ominous but that's kind of what his appeal was to me; this intense manner of friendliness and control at the same time. Plus he was a stud, about 6'1", 185 lbs of muscle, and a handsome face with a thick hole wrecker that I was beginning to get addicted to. We stepped out to the balcony, smoked a joint while we waited for his friends and got to know each other a little better. "I'm horny all the time," He told me, "And jacking off doesn't cut it anymore. I need to fuck and breed, and I'm looking for a regular cumdump if you're interested. Besides, you got a one in fifty chance that you got pozzed tonight so I'm gonna keep breeding you til it takes." "Really? One in fifty?" I asked, suddenly feeling disappointed. "That's what they say, but that just means we gotta get at least fifty loads in you" he said with a wicked grin as he grabbed my ass and stuck his middle finger in me. He started digging at my insides and it kind of stung a little. He pulled out his finger, now covered in a pinkish layer of cum and winked at me. "Just tipping the odds in your favor." He said with a smile as his phone beeped.

The motel room was on the second floor, something I'd read somewhere made it seem as though that was a good choice. But I'd never done this before; host an anonymous pump and dump scene. Until recently, I'd been in what I thought was a long term mutually monogamous relationship with my college boyfriend for almost 10 years but now that was over. He'd found someone barely out of high school and now was in over his head in the grips of his midlife crisis. "Fuck it!", I thought. It's time for me to finally put myself first. Tonight I was no longer a partner, or boyfriend. Tonight, I was going to be the slut I wanted to be. I was nervous as hell but so excited I could taste it. I had smoked a joint and was feeling horny as fuck. I opened up my laptop and proofread my ad one last time before posting it. It was short and to the point; "good looking masculine bottom looking to get fucked, hosting now in my motel room, email me for details". Accompanied by a pic of me, face down, ass up, and lubed. I downed a couple of shots of vodka then jumped in the shower for one last spot check. Perfect! Deep cleaned and ready for my first strange dick in almost 10 years. I started getting email notifications and quickly figured out that not everyone who responds to ads actually wants to fuck, some wanted to chat, others wanted pictures and more pictures, and still others wanted to join me in getting fucked next to me (in other words, use me for the room). But along with all this came an email that was short, to the point, and sounded like what I was looking for. It said, "9 inch top, love anon scenes, send address and room number and I'll be on my way." I quickly replied with the motel's address and my room number along with directions and lit up a joint to chill while I waited for his response. 5 minutes later, a reply came back, "on my way, 15 minutes away, wait for me face down ass up and the room dark". I replied "Ok", finished off my joint, and prepped the room; drew the blackout curtains, used the Do Not Disturb sign to leave the door unlatched, and got on the bed face down, ass up, and lubed and put a handful of condoms by my feet. Not being used to hooking up, I assumed that most guys still used condoms. Soon I heard the sound of a car outside, followed by a car door closing and heavy steps on the stairs. I closed my eyes in nervous expectation and heard the slight creak of the cheap motel room door as it opened. I heard the door click closed, followed by the sound of undressing and then felt him climb onto the bed where I was waiting with nervous anticipation. As I took two deep sniffs of poppers, he grabbed my ass, feeling the curvature of my cheeks and spread them wide but surprisingly gently. I felt his cockhead at my hole and two things struck me simultaneously as I started feeling the popper high; for starters he wasn't wearing a condom AND his dick was really thick and hurt as it struggled to slide in. "FUCK! You're tight!" He said. "Yeah, please go easy, you're the first guy to fuck me in a really long time." I replied "Oh Fuck, that's hot. Don't worry, I'll fuck your hole good. Leave you nice and relaxed and gaping." The friendly way that he said it made me chuckle and as he continued to stuff his big dick in my ass, I felt my hole begin to relax around his thick shaft. I had no idea what he looked like but from what I could feel, he had nicely muscled thighs and I could feel his firm stomach on my lower back. I hadn't mentioned anything about status, assuming that condoms were still routinely used. I was negative but I wasn't naive, I knew what the risks were. For now, his huge dick was stretching my hole to the limit and I was in the grip of the most intense feeling of pleasure/pain. He pushed me onto my stomach and bottomed out inside me as he slowly slid his length inside me, pushing his cock right onto my prostate and sending me into spasms of electric bliss. As he bottomed out, my hole began spasming involuntarily from the intense sensations as it struggled to let his huge invader fill my guts with its thickness. It was an excruciatingly exhilarating mixture of pleasure and pain and it made me want to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. "Fuck, dude. I can feel your hole milking my dick" "Yeah dude, you've got a huge dick, my hole's trying to get used to you. It'll take me a moment but I can take it." "Oh fuck yeah! That's what I love to hear! I'm gonna breed you, leave you ready and lubed for the next guy. Is that what you want? To get fucked by random strangers? You want to take loads all night? I can tell that that hole is hungry." He punctuated every syllable with a deep thrust, grinding my prostate on every down stroke, and I moaned "Fuck yeah, that sounds awesome. Your big cock feels so fucking good!" He continued fucking me for a few more minutes and I loved every second of it, he would pound me fast and hard for a few seconds, then would slow down and grind his cock as he hilted himself inside me. He kept telling me how hungry my hole was, how he could feel me milking his dick for his load. His hot verbal assault on my senses was driving me closer and closer to an orgasm and I was breathing hard and shivering with pleasure. "I'm about to cum inside you boy, you positive?" The casual way he asked and the implication the question carried threw me off for a moment and I didn't know what to say. In a moment of honest confusion I blurted out, "No, I'm negative but I want your cum." "Fuck! Are you serious?! That's fucking hot!" He said, as he drove in and ground right onto my prostate. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close too, please give it to me. Please shoot your load in me." I groaned in pained ecstasy. As I said that, I realized what I was about to let happen and the realization was enough to take me over the edge; I started cumming and shouted "Fuck yeah, please shoot your sperm in my hole! Fill me with your cum! Make me your slut!" "Awwwww, fuuuuuuuck, YEAAAH! Take my poz load you slut!!!" He groaned as he shoved balls deep inside me and I felt his thick shaft pulsating as he shot his now confirmed poz cum into me and the sudden warmth of his sperm washing over my prostate in waves triggered another orgasm. My hole kept spasming uncontrollably around his dick as if milking every last drop of his precious tainted load. He shot what felt like gallons into me, then collapsed on top of me, panting, and I felt a strong built frame on top of me. "I know I said I like anonymous scenes, but I wanna fuck you again. But this time I wanna see your face." He whispered. I reached over to the nightstand and turned on the lamp and looked over my shoulder to see a handsome tall Latino, with a nice build, mischievous smile, and bright hazel eyes. "I'm Martin" he said. "Were you telling me the truth?" "Hi Martin, nice to meet you. I'm Alex, and yeah, I was telling you the truth." He smiled and said, "That's fucking hot! Thanks for letting me pop your poz cherry. I'm gonna call a couple of buddies over and make sure you get knocked up tonight. That hot ass of yours needs to be shared ha ha." I laughed as I thought that this was more than I had expected but I was more than ready to make up for lost years. And if I was going to become poz, this stud was the perfect man to do it. I lay back, pulled my knees to my chest, baring my freshly bred hole for him and said, "Fuck yeah, please breed me more. Fill me with your poz cum."

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…

Part 6 I checked my coat. It was Friday night, I had been wearing suits and ties all week, and I was planning on getting dirty so I had slipped on a white t-shirt, a white Barcode Berlin jockstrap and some loose grey sweatpants with an old pair of Airmax. Definitely not the way Parisians dress to go out on Fridays! I sat at the bar and got a beer. I very rarely drink alcohol but I was feeling weird asking the bartender for a Coke. The place was pretty empty still, except for maybe four or five guys just hanging out. -“Disappointed?” the bartender said. -“Nah, wasn’t feeling lucky today anyway.” -“Don’t worry, the place will be overflowing in about an hour. -“Cool, let’s hope I’m still awake by then.” -“Come on, I think a lot of guys would be very disappointed if you weren’t around later” he said giving a quick look at my butt. -“I won’t be too worried for you” he added with a smile and a wink. I finished my beer and decided to go explore. I took the stairs to the basement, and almost tumbled my way down missing some steps due to the thick darkness. I entered a room with a few armchairs, and kept going until I found a smoking room and finally what looked like the play room. The room was painted completely black, with a large mattress covered in red fake leather at the centre. Some benches were put on the right side, while four or five private booths with glory holes could be found on the left side. Another red mattress was in the back of the room, separated by a black wall right across the sling. I was alone in there and it felt cold. I was almost spooked when a guy popped out of nowhere. He just had a nap and I figured that I might as well do the same until I could pick up some action. Signs were posted everywhere that sleeping in there was not allowed though so I just made my way back to one of those armchairs and dozed off. It did not take long before I was woken up by some voices. I had probably slept for about thirty minutes, and when I opened my eyes, the basement had filled up with guys. All types, all ages, all shapes. Maybe this would turn out to be a good night after all. I just made my way to the bathroom to take a piss, and throw some water on my face, before heading to the play room. It was still dark as hell and my eyes weren’t getting used to anything. I felt some hands diving directly into my pants right to my ass. I heard a deep voice tell me in French -“Bien dormi, garçon? On t’as vu dormir là-bas, on t’attendais.” (“Slept well, boy? We saw you sleeping back there, we were just waiting for you to join”). The voice was coming from a dark corner and I couldn’t make up any face or even figure out how many guys they were. -“Nous” (“We?”) -“Viens!” (“Come over”). I felt dragged gently by the arm to the mattress, while being handed a drink. I emptied the glass and I felt my t-shirt being slipped over my head. My head started to feel a bit dizzy and my body warmer in a good way. I was still completely in possession of my senses and capable of consenting to everything being done to me. My sweatpants were pulled down and I felt a warm tongue licking my hole wet while another was being pushed into my mouth. A few hands were exploring my body. I was thriving on the attention. I was feeling exposed and vulnerable, but also powerful and invincible all at the same time. My vision was slightly affected but I could start making out some figures in the dark red light. The guy in front of me looked average height, and quite skinny. I could see he had long hair pulled into a bun. His deep voice sounded mature. I thought I could see two other men by my sides, in addition to the one rimming my hole. I think they were all shirtless, wearing shorts or sweatpants. I wasn’t so underdressed after all. I felt a hand pushing my head down to a dick which I immediately swallowed. It was average size but already quite wet, either from precum or from other guys’ ass juices maybe. I heard them talking about me in French, about what they were about to do to me. I speak fluent French but some accents are a bit difficult to understand for me and I could not fully grasp the conversation. On the other hand, I didn’t care that much at that point, I just wanted to be used. A circle of guys who wanted to sneak a peek formed around us. I was being touched by so many hands but my four partners seemed like the possessive type as they kept pushing away anyone who tried to sneak into our action. The guy behind me switched from rimming to rubbing his dick against my hole -“Bonne chienne! Tu vas sentir ma grosse bite au fond de trou de salope!” (“Good bitch! You’re gonna feel my big dick deep in your slut’s hole!”). I was just able to moan but the guy in front just slapped my face while holding me by the neck -“Dis à mon pote que tu veux sa bite bien profond salope!” (“Tell my friend you want his dick deep, whore!”) -“Je veux sa bite bien profond!” (“I want his dick deep inside!”). Another slap -“On dit ‘S’il-vous-plaît monsieur’, chienne!” (“We say ‘Please, Sir’, bitch!”) - “”S’il-vous-plaît, monsieur!” (“Please, Sir!”) I couldn’t even finish my sentence that I felt the guy’s cock being rammed into my hole. Despite years of practice and use, I’m quite tight. I almost screamed but the leader kept my head firmly in place with his dick in my mouth. The guy on my left put a bottle of poppers under my nose and ordered me to sniff deeply, before pinching both my nostrils for a few seconds. I just felt that huge rush going through my body. I closed my eyes and arched my body, losing conscience of everyone else but the four guys currently taking care of me. I was still very aware that I was being fucked on all four in my jocks with my pants at my ankles, all exposed in the middle of a darkroom, and it was the best feeling ever! -“Bonne chienne qui aime la bite, ça!” (“That’s a good slut, enjoying dick!”). -“C’est pour ça que tu viens, salope? Prendre des bites dans le noir?” (“That’s why you’re here, bitch? To take dicks in the dark!”) I could smell the strong scent of the guys mixing, I could feel the sweat dripping on my back from the guy fucking me. The guy on my right stopped his buddy from thrusting, shot his load onto his dick, before telling him to go again. It wasn’t long before he shot his load deep inside, using his friend’s cum as lube. That’s when I heard one of them say -“Voilà, de la plombe pour la chienne!” (“There, some loaded juice for the bitch!”) while thrusting in and out slowly.

Was supposed to hookup with a bottom yesterday for the first time for a quickie before he went to work. Didn't show, didn't text, didn't respond to either of my texts. This morning I have a text from him that his wife got suspicious and followed him to work. We specifically talked about me breeding him but there had been no mention of a wife. Doesn't really matter to me cause I didn't exchange vows with her, he did.

I guess that was a real seminal experience in many ways. 🤣 (I'll let myself out)

I love outdoor / spur of the moment sex: in back of my suv - extreme tinted windows, seats down, my face down guys climbs in smack my big n round, then fucks me, cums and leaves - mostly in parking lots. Been busted twice - I told the bike cop to get out of there - don't be an asshole haha I was pissed he ruined it. Parks, bathrooms, Macy's dressing room with guy that worked there, and I'm a chub guy, used to pick up a guy, smoke a j and park random spots, pull a blanket out behind the car, lie flat and this huge dick would pound the fuck out of me, get up and leave.

Ybor Resort and Spa, 3 fires in 2017, arson each time.

@BBLincoln, thank you for your solidarity. Growing up when I did (1980s) and where I did (Canada, still very British then), I was acutely aware of the rise of Thatcher and modern conservatism in the UK. Policies tried in the UK, such as handing revenue-generating public assets to the private sector (but holding back, or later being forced to take back, the money-losing parts), cutting investments in public health services and education, and recklessly cutting taxes below the cost of operating government, were repeated in Canada and also in the US. As you say, it's essential for people to be conscious of what is at stake, and to vote. @hntnhole, indeed. My use of the word "shy" was tongue-in-cheek. Although they have little to worry about because a near-majority of Americans share their views (and have always done so), Republicans are avoiding their party's thornier policies for fear of offending swing voters — "shame", as you say. I'd call it temporary shame. The Republican Party favors a legislated nationwide abortion ban, and Mitch McConnell said as much the other day, but he also said to wait for the final court decision (and presumably, the midterm elections). Similarly, a number of Republicans have, over the years, endorsed the "replacement theory" that motivated the attack in Buffalo. They now have to tone down their beliefs for a moment, until the Buffalo coverage dies down. The senator who favors returning jurisdiction over interracial marriage to the states had to walk back his remarks, but hopefully no one is dumb enough to believe that his views — or the party's — have softened. On a separate note, I am amazed that commentators on an Internet forum, who are presumably not even lawyers, would be so convinced that the pending Supreme Court opinion can only ever be applied to abortion, when legal scholars are debating the very point. As a non-lawyer myself, I'll choose to worry as long as people who know more about it than I do are worrying. This is a great form of birth control and way to reduce unplanned pregnancies! Because many Republican politicians oppose not only abortion but also birth control, let's hope they don't decide to make oral sex illegal again (it was part of sodomy laws) when they try to make birth control illegal.

Not shame. They are notoriously shameless. Marjorie Taylor Greene? That woman knows no shame. Mitch McConnell? Never heard of the word. (The man is one of my state's senators. That's my shame, and no, I've never voted for the son of a bitch.) No, the words you are looking for are cowardice, hypocrisy, and craven opportunism.

@billy88666 Put it down to skimming through it quickly the instant I crawled out of bed and saw that a new episode had dropped. Then I went and made the coffee and some breakfast. And THEN I came back and read it again and that's when I registered the two key words and the penny dropped. You know how it is, Sunday mornings it can take a while to really wake right up. 😆

The prize at the end. There's isn't much better than taking a nice load in my mouth. The sounds a guy makes, and knowing he's about to blow is heaven on earth.

Knocking a guy up gets me rock hard.

So true for many thing's and not just slings. 😃

As I did not have Much to begin with, I had the rest permanently removed today. I'm hairless from the neck down.

Finally achieved a dream of mine over the weekend and got DPed! I was cruising Grindr, and came across a profile of a couple who were looking for a third. Both looked super hot and out of my league (one was about 40, white, ripped; the other about 30, Latino, very handsome), but I took a chance and reached out to them. To my surprise they replied, said they were looking to meet someone that night for a threesome, we swapped pics, and they suggested meeting. They gave me their address, and after making sure I was fully cleaned out, I went around. At their place, they invited me in, we chatted for a bit, had a glass of red, and soon we were making out, kissing each other, and touching each other’s bodies. It wasn’t long before we were all naked, and I was sucking on their cocks, while they kissed each other. After a little while, I was sucking on the older one’s dick, when the younger one came around to rim me, and fuck did he do a good job! I was squirming with pleasure! After getting my pussy nice and wet with his spit, he put a little bit of lube on my hole and then pushed his bare dick into me, opening me up. He went nice and slowly to begin with, but sped up, until he was pounding me. I tried to focus on sucking his partner’s cock, but occasionally lost focus because I was being fucked so well. After 10 minutes of fucking, his partner wanted to have a crack, so they swapped places. The older partner was thicker and longer, and he just hit all the right spots - I could feel him hitting my prostate in such a great way. He fucked me doggy style for about 10 minutes, then wanted to change position, so lay down and got me to sit in his dick. I love this position, and has just got down to his base, when his partner came behind and started to push his cock into me. It hurt a bit as I’ve never done DP before as a bottom, but once he was all the way it felt absolutely fucking amazing! I’ve never felt so full, but in a good way. The younger one started to fuck me again, while the older one kept still, and he kept building up speed, until I could feel that he was going to cum - and when he did he had the loudest orgasm! He came a bucket, too - I could actually feel it inside me, which is unusual for me. Once he came, he softened and pulled out, and his partner and I went at it, with me riding him until he came a couple of minutes later. It felt absolutely amazing! Some of the cum escaped my ass when he pulled out, but the younger partner pushed it back in with his fingers. I could still feel some running down my leg, though! I hadn’t cum yet, and though I rarely top, I was so hard from the DP fuck I had just had, the younger of the couple bent over and let me fuck him. I didn’t last very long, but I left a big load inside of him! After I’d cum, we made out a little bit more, chatted a bit, made out some more, chatted a bit more, but then I had to head home. I had an amazing evening, and let them know I’d be up for a repeat some time.

Chapter 11 I woke with a pounding head . Damn tequila! Enticing as Luke’s cock was next to me , I wanted to get home , take some aspirin for my head and sleep some more. Once home I showered, had some aspirin and went back to bed. I woke some time later and felt no better. My throat was sore, my head was pounding still and if anything I was feeling worse. I stayed in bed, vowing to never have tequila again. I dosed myself up and just rested, not really hungry knowing the next day I would be hangover free. However the next day I didn’t feel any better,again I felt worse. My glands were up, and My mouth was dry, and I was a touch feverish. Aspirin wasn’t doing much but it was better than nothing. Sally had rung me and I told her that I was still a bit hungover and not feeling great. I said I would let her know when I was feeling better. Then something struck me. I googled symptoms of hiv and I just stared at the screen. Tick tick tick. A cold fear overtook me. Shit , it was a hangover right? In a bit of a panic I rang Gino, he was a medic after all. I explained about the drinking, and how I was feeling. He paused, and asked what I was doing. I explained I was lying on my bed. ‘Naked?’ He asked. ‘Yes’ I replied. ‘Good. You are likely to be seroconverting, there is nothing you can do except embrace what is happening to you. It turns me on to see guys becoming poz and their life changing. That is happening to you. I want you to set up your iPad on record, and start wanking for me. I want you to video yourself playing with your cock and cumming. I want you to record your last neg load, whilst you are telling me what you are thinking. ‘ ‘fuck’ I thought. My cock got immediately hard as I set up my iPad on record. I was wanking and thinking of Gino’s cock. ‘What are you thinking? ‘ Gino asked. ‘Your cock ‘I replied. ‘My poz cock?’ Gino whispered. ‘Yes, your poz cock, I love it, I want more of it’ ‘ I only date poz guys’ Gino said’ especially if they’re not on meds’ I was rock hard now and turned on ‘God I hope I’m becoming poz for you’ I panted. What was I saying, all I could think of was Gino’s gorgeous cock and his tattoo . ‘Fuck, I’m cumming Gino’ I came , shooting my cum up my belly’ ‘Good boy’ he said. Send me that video, and make an appointment at the end of the week’ . My headache kicked back in, and reality did. This was where I had been sliding, even though I never thought it would happen to me. I wasn’t great for the next couple of days before gradually improving. I had made an appointment with Gino on the following Friday. After all it could have just been a bit of a bug, I tried to convince myself. I entered Gino’s room at the clinic, and there was a younger medic in there , also in scrubs. His face was vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t immediately place it. ‘This is Archie, he is a trainee. Is it ok if he sits in? ‘ Gino asked. I nodded. Then it clicked. Archie was the twink I had fucked in the sauna. So he was also gay. ‘So you have been having unprotected sex with other men whose status you don’t know?’Gino asked. ‘Actually some were poz I think’ I replied. ‘We need to test for hiv’ Gino said formally. Gino took some blood explaining he had to do a formal test. He said he would do a quick finger prick test as well though that wouldn’t be definitive. I waited for half an hour in reception before being called in again by Gino. ‘ ’well I have some good news for you, although it’s not official’ Gino announced. ‘Phew ‘ I thought ‘I’ve dodged a bullet , I’m still neg’ ‘it is looking like you are hiv positive’ Gino announced. ‘. Congratulations, You are where you naturally wanted to be’ my mind was on delay. ‘ you will have an increasingly viral load for six months. You don’t have to start meds yet, you can let the virus build in you for a while but you will likely pass on the virus if you have unprotected sex with anyone. ‘ ‘Positive? I’m poz? ‘ I replied. ‘Yes, more than likely’ Gino said. ‘Do you want to stay off meds for a while, and enjoy your status?’ I remembered what he said when I was wanking. ‘Yes’ I responded. ‘ ‘Good man’. Archie then asked ‘Why is it good news that he is positive?’ ‘Because some gay men, like Neil here, are sub bottoms who will just take cock and cum, and becoming positive is a rite of passage. They secretly want it. Don’t you Neil?’ I was on the spot but knew my natural reply. ‘Yes’ ‘Neil, I will contact you in a few days when the full results are back, but in the meantime don’t do anything I wouldn’t do’ I stood up as Gino and Archie did. I glanced at Archie. He was definitely sporting an erection in his scrubs. I looked at him and he blushed. He may have recognised me, but he was turned on, hopefully by our poz talk. There may be something there in the future I thought. I left the surgery, walked into the sunshine, knowing almost certainly that I had the bug, and was hiv positive. I felt my cock stiffening. To be continued……………

I was working alone in my orchard, which I'd first cleared the land of thornbush before planting fruit trees. Hard but rewarding work. One evening I was approached by a woman in her late 40s. She'd seen me working there several times, and she wondered if her son could come and volunteer to help in the orchard. It was as part of a public service award scheme. After some questions I decided it was a possibility and agreed to a trial period. Two days later the lady arrived with her son in tow. He was a good looking young man, slim with a great smile. My gaydar was firing. She hung around during the first session which I devoted to safety training. During subsequent sessions he was unaccompanied and at that time of the year with the surrounding woodland we'd be undisturbed. I discovered that in two weeks he'd turn 16 (the legal age of consent). He was wearing shorts, boots and a tee shirt. I resisted temptation that evening and for the next four years, though I've little doubt he was interested in experimenting. Since then after leaving school, he's been to university, and has started his career in media. We remain great friends, and he has a boyfriend. The point I want to make is that, I gained much more by watching, and helping, him develop into an adult. If the relationship had turned sexual I doubt it would have lasted long.

Hell yeah, definitely get one. I bought a sling last year and it's permanently up. It puts my boy's (or anyone else's) asshole at the perfect height and with the bottoms' ankles in the stirrups I can spread his legs wide and high to Give me easy and deep access. My boy loves me riding his ass in. the sling - it's comfortable for him and I can vary his experience by raising or lowering his shoulders above or below his ass. Plus, most bottoms love being fucked in a sling. You won't regret buying it.

He held his finger up to my mouth and I sucked it clean as he held my eye contact and smiled that mischievous smile again, and then kissed me roughly. Even when he kissed it was obvious who was in control. "My buds are almost here, let's get you in position." He said. We walked back into the room, I used the "Do Not Disturb" sign to block the latch again, and I got back up on the bed. He walked over to his clothes and got a black bandanna from a pocket and walked over to me. "Put this on, and trust me, I won't let anyone hurt you. I want you to focus on cock and holes; my cock, other cocks, and your holes getting filled with cum. Positive cum from big hard dicks turning that tight ass of yours into a positive cumdump. I want you to enjoy it, this is my gift to you for being brave and begging for my poz cum so beautifully. " I grabbed the bandanna from his hand, and looked into his eyes. He had kind eyes but was smiling with a mischievous smirk. I really don't know why, but I felt like I could trust him so I smiled back and said, "Thank you, I didn't know what to expect out of tonight but I'm really glad you took my poz cherry." He smiled and said, "Fuck yeah! I'm fucking you all night! Now get in position the guys are almost here." I wrapped the bandanna around my eyes and got on all fours on the bed. I felt him move on the bed and the mattress dipped in front of me as he grabbed my head and guided it to his cock. I felt his huge cockhead touch my lips and opened my mouth as wide as I could, afraid of hurting him with my teeth. As I tried to swallow him, I could hear the faint reverberations of metal on concrete as his buddies bounded up the stairs. Soon enough, the creak of the door announced his friends and as it latched, I could hear them undressing as Martin said, "Sup homies! I found us a nice tight chaser, he was neg when I walked in. Now he's got 2 of my loads deep in his ass that he begged for, let's give him more ha ha." "Holy fuck! That's one fuckable ass he's got." I heard a rich deep voice say. It felt odd being talked about like I wasn't there. But I remembered what Martin had said and I focused on his beautiful big cock filling my mouth as I felt 2 fingers being shoved roughly into my asshole. "Fucking tight too! That's nice." I heard from a different, younger voice behind me. "He says he hasn't been fucked in a while. I believe him, but that is one hungry fucking hole he's got there so let's give him what he wants." Although I had never considered myself a "chaser" like Martin said, actions speak louder than words and right now all I could think about was getting fucked and bred and filled with cum, especially Martin's poz cum. I was still horny as fuck and I was finally getting fucked by strangers like I'd fantasized about for a long time. My previous domestic life full of theater, dull dinner parties, and boring business dinners seemed like a distant memory and I couldn't be happier than to be here; a sleazy motel in a seedy part of town about to be bred by studs I couldn't see. Even as I thought this, I felt the bed shift and a blunt pressure on my asshole as the first of Martin's buds started to slide in. It wasn't as big as Martin's (I doubt that too many guys are) but it still stretched me pretty nicely and I could feel him slide in with a little resistance. He felt really good, deep enough to enjoy but not so deep it hurt. "Fuck! This is some fucking good pussy!" I heard the top say, the deeper voiced one. "I got a 6 day load for you, baby. You're definitely getting knocked up. Not gonna lie, one look at your ass and I knew I was gonna end up balls in you." "Wow! I'm glad you like it, I'm definitely enjoying it too." I responded. I felt the bed shift to my left and felt the younger guy's hand on my chin trying to get me to suck him. I backed off from Martin's cock and turned to take the younger guy. It was also thick and I could barely fit him in my mouth. In my stoned state I chuckled inwardly thinking "what the fuck is in the water around here that makes them grow so thick?!" But in reality I just opened wide and started giving him head. Not to toot my own horn but I've been told by just about every guy that I give great head. The younger guy seemed to agree, he'd placed a hand on my shoulder for balance and was moaning like a man possessed. Meanwhile, the guy with the deeper voice whose name I later learned was Darryl, was beginning to rock in and out of me furiously. "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Oh fuck! Getting ready to breed you baby, gonna fucking poz that beautiful pussy, fuck, oh yeah, baby here it comes, HERE IT FUCKING COMES!!!" "Fuck yeah! Please give me your poz cum, please poz my hole. Yeah, breed that ass." I said back to him, encouraging him as he roared, and with one last shove, shot his poz cum just as he had predicted; balls deep inside me.

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!]

Bathroom at the Walgreen's in Ellenton, FL. Had gone in there at 2 am to pick up a Cialis prescription to assist a friend. It turns out he didn't need it. He was in full leather and the bathroom was open to the public, my biggest fear was security would follow us in, but fortunately not.

'Nuff said already .... and thanks for the recommendation; I'm honored !!! Well, he's closer to you than he is to me .... but that's just a matter of logistics ... For: Tightend69: Yes, You should go through "all that" PReP/innoculations stuff first. Just "trying it out once" can be enough to awaken your sexual appetite to the extent that you start dwelling on your perversions a bit too quickly. In the event you're 'born-to-it', like so many of us are, and you take a raw Cock up that pretty ass, you'll only want more and more, and you'll likely go get it sooner than later. So, yes. Get all the precautions first - because you almost certainly will love raw Cock pumping Sperm up that soon-to-be BreedHole, and it's best to protect yourself first. You can always go off the meds if you decide to become a chaser (and I hope that never turns out to be the case), but once it's done, it's done. Good luck. And keep us apprised of your upcoming adventures !!! 😉

Shaved balls, trimmed bush, and clean hole.

Me too and to be consistently pregnant by anon men!

It's my number one fantasy to be fertile sissy wife.

For me it just makes me feel sluttier, bending over for guys I have never seen. Just makes me feel like fuck meat... And the risk that goes with it. A guy you have never seen, don't know his name, don't know what he looks like, haven't asked for his status. But still I expose my hole to him and willingly let him dump his seed inside me When I top it is all about spreading my seed in asany holes as possible. I do easily get tired of regular bottoms. But not if I know that they get fucked by lots of other guys. I do love to stick my cock into a cum filled hole not knowing who are the guys who unloaded inside. exposing my cock to unknown DNA

Then you'd probably definitely like my cunt and pubes.

Prefer messy sessions. Enjoy cleaning up any spillage also!

thank you daddy. yes my father loves it when I get down on my knees in a slutty little t-girl whore outfit and literally suck the cum out of his balls and drink it like daddy milk. first time I sucked him off was through a gloryhole in a porntheatre. I knew it was his cock I was sucking but he didnt know that was his faggot sons mouth wrapped around his meaty cock. He has seen me sucking off several guys since early high school and has seen me getting fucked in person and on camera. he even once watched me get gangbanged in a bathhouse and witnessed anonymous men dump load after loading my sloppy, drooling pussy while I laid there blindfolded begging stranger after stranger to breed me.

This is excellent advice. The difficulty of achieving and maintaining a workable position to pull it off needs to be emphasized, and as other posters above have pointed out, long cocks (or insertables) really are essential to success. Keeping yourself still is particularly important, because the more factors of motion in play, the higher the likelihood that the tricky alignment will fail. But more than that, developing the discipline to make yourself passively take the excessive invasion is what creates the mindset that makes DP such a powerful experience. My experience with live cock DP has been limited to two or three events of marginal success, but for some reason Tops seem to delight in DPing me with dildoes. They’ll ram me full with a large dildo, then suddenly I’ll feel a cockhead nudging around my hole, and before I can think Oh, shit, I suddenly feel like I’m being supersized. The pressure on my prostate ramps up and stays there. The whole time, I’m very aware that this Top is consciously trying to make me take twice as much cock as I ought to be able to handle, and he wants to take me to my limit. Needless to say, when I service Tops I always bring a big dildo and leave it out within easy reach…

I would have fucked my Dad in a heartbeat --- & let him do the same to me!......

3. Sleeping plugged it turns out is pretty difficult. My cock seemed to leak all night and every way I turned the plug pressed into me in a new and exciting way. Occasionally when I couldn’t take it any more I would pull the plug out and fuck myself with it for a few minutes before stuffing it back in my hole. By morning I was stuck between horny and tired, but horny kept winning. At around 8am my phone buzzed. If you’ve made it through the night boy and still want to continue send me a video of you pulling that plug out of your cunt. I lay flat on my back on my bed immediately and holding my phone down past my ass pulled the plug from my hole, showed my gaping cunt and then stuffed the plug back in. The reply to my video was almost immediate. Good boy. Have you cleared your schedule? I have, I did I last night. Well done. Over the course of the day you will be given tasks that are meant to test how well you follow instructions. The second function of these tasks will be to test the limits you’re willing to go to. Yes Sir! Your first task is to fill a glass with your piss and drink it. You will film the whole thing and send it to me. It will be one continuous video, and you will show your full face. You have one hour to complete this task. I jumped up, the plug shifting in my hole, and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and chugged. Then another glass and another. I had never done anything with piss before but I was turned on. It felt degrading in a way I had never considered hot before. I had started to guess the night before, but now, chugging my fourth glass of water I was fairly certain I knew where bottoms fell in the hierarchy of the club. Bottoms were whores in the club. Slutty pigs who would do anything for cock, and they were testing me to see if I was enough of a pig. Or maybe not testing as much as training. I was being pushed to do more and more slutty things, but each one felt like a small step. I wasn’t allowed to cum so I would stay horny and be more willing to try thing. Even with this revelation that I was being manipulated I didn’t care. I was loving this feeling of giving up control, I loved feeling so sexy and horny all the time. I sipped another glass of water waiting for it to work through my system. It didn’t take long before I felt my bladder fill up. Slightly nervous I made my way to the bathroom. I had no idea what piss would taste like but I was excited to find out. I got out my camera, stood over the toilet, aimed my dick at the glass and started recording. It took me a minute to get started but then a river of piss filled the glass in no time. I had a hard time stopping before I over flowed it. Switching the camera to front facing I raised the glass to my lips and swallowed. It was hot, and bitter, and a little salty but I liked it. I was almost surprised by myself. I really liked it and I gulped it down quick as I could. When the glass was empty I ended the recording and sent it off. The response came quickly Looks like you enjoyed that boy. I did! Good. Have you ever tried piss before? No, I was really nervous but I actually liked it. For the rest of the day that’s how you’re going to piss. You will recycle every piss load you have. Understood? YES! I was genuinely excited. I felt this rush from breaking a taboo. I couldn’t wait to feel that again. Now, you said yesterday that the most loads you’d taken in a day was 4. Is that correct? Yes. Today, along with your tasks you will be breaking that record. Your first top is on his way. Like last night you will buzz him in, and do want he wants when he gets there. Understood? YES!

Dont know if this counts as actual PUBLIC - but it's close. I hooked up with a guy who works for a courier company (he answered an ad I placed on a local site) - I met him the the car park of the mall where I work - we climbed in the back and he fucked me - car park was full - people all around. Was hot. Pic is me with his cock in my mouth in the back of his van LOL

Third post. This one a little more recent. It happened two years ago in May, just as the weather was getting nice and warm. Now, I've not exactly lived a sheltered life, but London is new to me, I still feel it's new after being here a while. I knew there were famous cruising grounds, but I didn't know anything about them and, living up north for so long, I'd no clue just as to how 'active' these spots were in the right conditions. I'd heard of Hampstead Heath, but I now know just how big London is and how long it can take to get to the other side. I was staying with a friend when, one Saturday night (I figured this would be the busiest time and from what I read on Squirt, I was right), I said I was off to meet colleagues for a drink. I left the house at about 9:30pm, jumped in the car and put my sat nav on. It took me through several boroughs and then central London until I eventually came out on to a large main road - the drive had taken about an hour. I'd never been here before and it took me a while to get my bearings. I was shaking I was so nervous - I'd never really been cruising properly before. I had only caught sight of some small pictures on Squirt as to what the location looked like. My marker was the Jack Straws Castle - I assume it's a pub, but as i've never been in, I'm not 100% - could have been turned in to flats like everywhere else by now - not sure. Parking in London can be a nightmare, permit zones etc. and the signs never make sense to me. It was about 10:45pm on a Saturday night now. I decided to take a risk and just park on the same road - there were no double yellow lines and it was fairly deserted. I figured this was my only chance and the road was empty. I'd showered and douched before hand, I brought mouthwash and chewing gum with me along wth baby wipes, poppers - my fuck kit, just in case. I left everything in the car though, save for the poppers. The wall on the road I'd parked on was high and it ran all the way from just after the pub until it disappeared in to darkness at the other end of the road. I had my phone out and had logged in to squirt. I followed the instructions. By the pub was a small car park - sealed off, walk down it and down the hill on to the path and you're in the heath. There were some vague instructions to find the busiest spot, but I knew what I was after - the fuck tree. I'd read about this - A large tree that appeared fallen, though I think it's still alive, which lies horizontally, or has grown so, and is perfect for bending over and waiting. As soon as I got on to the path, I saw guys everywhere, standing around, walking about, giving me a quick, subtle flick of their head as if to say 'wanna fuck?' I did. But I needed a look about first. I'm walking down the path and a fit black guy, seriously hot, approached me walking in the opposite direction. We stop and chat and then within seconds we're kissing and man, can he kiss. We have a grope, but he tells me he's had his fun and is heading home. I'm disappointed, but as he leaves and I look around I can see there's no reason to be. I continue down the path and it curves round to the left. i meet a guy about my age, backpack on, flirting and we start playing. He fucks me up against a tree on the path, he says he's in me raw, but I'm not convinced and every time I try and check he brushes my hand away. He takes quite a while to cum and it's not that much fun, but I let him because that's why I'm here. You have to see the bigger picture. When he leaves, another guy passes and I stop him and talk to him - I ask him if he knows where the mythological fuck tree is and he smiles. He points in to the woods and tells me to stay on the trail, look out for a bin on the right and then there's a small clearing to the right with another bin and that's where the tree is. I'm only half listening to his directions as he rambles on and I'm still nervous. I follow the trail down but it goes on for a bit and i haven't really seen any guys for a while - I begin to worry I'm lost and I know I have absolutely NO sense of direction - none at all. I stop a passing guy, first i've seen in a while, and he assures me I should keep going, so I do. I see the bin on the right of the path and there's a couple of guys by it, smoking. They ignore me, but I take a good look - muscle daddies, hot and I see that they're smoking cigars - even hotter. Behind them there's another rubbish bin and next to it a large fallen tree with about seven or eight guys stood around it, all groping themselves, but not interacting with each other - why does this always happen? Commit yourselves, for fuck's sake! I walk around the tree. They're watching me, which makes me even more nervous and, despite the warm night air, I feel cool and tremble a little. I've worn denim shorts, button-fly and I loosen them and drop them to the ground revealing my jocked arse. I lean over the tree, sniff my poppers and stare at the ground. I don't need to see. It's better if I don't. It's actually my preference. One by one they start to move closer and I feel hands on me. A cock slips in my mouth and I ravish it, another slides in to me, there's no questions or mentions of rubbers, just assumptions that it'll be raw - that's fine. That's really fine. I sniff my poppers, suck cock and just relax as the tree bears my weight and I take raw cock after raw cock. I lose count after eight, but I know i'm pushing in to double figures. They're queueing to use me and each one of them gets their turn. One of them, a biker guy in a jock and leather jacket comes back, his jock hidden beneath trackies, I know because I reach back to feel him. He's obviously taking a load or two too. Eventually I look at my watch and it's pushing towards 1:30am. I'm not working on the Sunday, so I'm in no hurry to get home, but I am conscious of the fact that it'll take me an hour to drive. As he cums inside me for a second time, at least, my hole is aching a little, not knowing whether to stay slack and open, gaping or whether to bother to tense back up and try to regain its normal shape. It doesn't get much time to move. A tall black guy, seriously dark skin, which I love, something about the contrast on my pale white skin, enters me - he's huge and although his cock is clearly hard, it's so thick that there's almost a layer of puppy fat around it, softening it's feel - does that make sense? fucking horny. Now, I'm not being racist, at least I hope I'm not, and this has not proven to be true for every black guy that's fucked me, and i've had a few, but something about some black guys seems to give them better hip movement, smoother, a more rounded motion that's pleasing to my cunt, not to mention there's that smell of black sweat, which turns me on no end. He spends some time working my cunt, when another bottom appears next to me on the tree. I'm not worried. He's cute enough, maybe a few years younger than me and his arse is hairless, cute though. I know some guys prefer smooth and it looks natural - I don't think he's shaved it. Still, I know I offer something that guys who love it, love - I figure there's enough to go round and the black guy pulls out and double dips in to the other bottom's cunt. He moves between the two of us, my cunt then his and back and forth - I make sure I get the load. And I turn around to see him. He's really tall with big, full lips, another feature on many black guys I just can't get enough of and we spend sometime just kissing, his cock growing hard again, before he fucks me one last time and then leaves. It's gone 2am now and I notice that the woods have grown much quieter. I get a little worried. There's no one around the fuck tree and I can only vaguely remember the directions back to the path. I start the route back, hoisting my shorts back up - my knees blackened and sore from pressing against the tree. My arse aches but in the best of ways and I'm literally dripping, but my fatigued muscles can't find the strength to contract and I can feel the spunk oozing out of me, dribbling down my legs and dampening my shorts. As I'm walking back up the path, I bump in to the other bottom and we compliment each other on our arses - we deserve it, we've worked hard tonight. He sees me safely back to the path and i walk back to the car with so many loads of stangers' jizz that half of London could have emptied their balls in to me and i still wouldn't recognise their faces or know who they were. I love that, walking down the street and not knowing if the guy passing me has cum inside me - so fucking hot. I get back in the car and begin the drive home. as I'm in Camden, North London, I'm slowing for a red light and an asian guy walking towards me stares at me and I stare back. I think he's cruising me, so as if it's an instant reflex, I hit my indicator and pull left in to a side street - I see him in my mirrors stop and watch me and as I park up, I hope he's coming to meet me. I don't know if my arse can take another cock but I'm sure as fuck going to try. Then it occurs to me - this is London - he could just as well be on his way to shoot or stab me, mug me even, let alone fuck me. But as he comes aorund the corner and smiles at me I know that's not the case. I lock the car and we walk down the street, further in to darkness until a back street opens up behind the main road i'd been driving down and we slip in to it together, kissing and groping. I turn my back to him and drop my shorts and he feels my arse, soaking. I hear him sniffing his fingers and then I hear him snort or laugh, I can't quite tell which. The streets seem empty, but it's Saturday night and neither of us wants attention. I'm sure i can feel him grinning behind me as he puts the head of his cock to my hole and wanks a little to get hard. He slides inside me, pushing my face in to the brick wall and fucks me roughly, pulling my hips out so i'm crouching a little. He fucks me hard and fast, his cock probably about 6" but he's circumcised, as so many asian guys are and his cock is thicker in the middle, which I love - nice for teasing and stretching your hole. He pounds my slick cunt, and i feel more cum dripping out of me. I almost want him to stop - I want to keep the cum, but i'm past that now and i want his fresh load and then before I know it I can feel his breath on my neck as he thrusts and bucks, jerking involuntarily as he unloads inside me, zips up and disappears without a word. I head back to the car and drive home. I fucking love London.