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Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and and similarity to any person, living or deceased, is completely unintentional. Sometimes, I really hate my name. Chad. I thought the aftermath of the 2000 presidential election was bad with the jokes about the Florida ballots; the inevitable bad pickup lines about hanging chads. The petty insults about pregnant chads, owing to being pleasantly plump while I was in college. I knew, though, those would fade into obscurity over time as we moved further from that era. This latest trend doesn’t seem to go be going away anytime soon, unfortunately. The association of my name with being a “male Karen” or the alpha gym bro got really old, really fast. Maybe it’s because my natural personality is so much different from what my name has become associated with. I’ve never sought the spotlight for myself and in many ways try to deflect it. I do my best to be respectful of others, see their side of things, and, in general, just try to leave wherever I am a little better than where I found it when I started the day. Of course, as we all do, sometimes I have moments where I have to look after my own needs. Even then, it tends to come out in the service of others with my legs in the air as the center of attention in a gangbang or in a hookup’s apartment on a Tuesday night in April. Ironically, with all the slutty stuff I did in my 20’s and into my 30’s, it was the quiet rando on a simple weeknight when I wanted to have some fun on my 34th birthday that landed me with the fuck flu three weeks later. (Heck of a gift I got, right?) For the next three years, I’ve been diligent with my regimen of meds, got myself to undetectable pretty quickly, and have adjusted my sex life to a handful of trusted partners who are either also undetectable or on PrEP. Until this past February. It was a Thursday night and I decided coming home from work that I wanted to grab a six pack. As I’m checking out, the clerk, doing his job, asked for ID. “Chad, huh. You wanna come at me bro?” For once, a comeback formed in my mind in time for it to be of use. “I bet you’d rather I cum in you…bro.” I cringed internally as I said the last word. It was so unlike me. The clerk, who was a smaller guy, probably in his late 20’s, sized me up. “Actually…yeah.” Intrigued by where this was going, I took a shot. “Put up a ‘be back soon’ sign and show me the back room.” He scribbled a note, taped it to the door, and quickly led me to a storage room where I had my tongue in his mouth within 10 seconds. After less than a minute of making out, I applied gentle, but assertive pressure to his shoulder, letting him know that his place was on his knees. He knew it too and was soon making sure my cock was at full mast with an above average blow job. After about two minutes of oral heaven, I pulled him up by his collar, unbuckled his pants, and spun him around. A glob of spit on his hole and I was lined up and ready to go. “Wait,” he said. “Aren’t you going to wrap it?” I snapped. “You said you wanted me to cum in you bro and that’s exactly what you’re getting. Besides, no lube in sight, the rubber would hurt both of us too much and would break, so you’d get a lousy fuck and my load anyway. Just shut up and enjoy this.” “Yes sir,” was his reply, I didn’t wait and plunged in to the hilt on first entry. He winced, but his ass, which was not a gaping slut hole, but certainly no virgin, protested for a brief moment before giving way. It had been over a year since I’d topped and I’d almost forgotten how good it could feel. Knowing time was short and the store would need to reopen soon, I decided not to prolong it, but still had some fun with the bitch. “You know you can’t stop me cumming inside you.” “Please, pull out?” He pleaded mildly, but the terms had long since been agreed upon that I was staying in until I unloaded. I laughed. “Fuck no.” “Are you neg?” “Fuck no.” He turned and looked back at me with horror. He tried to pull off, but my grip on his hips was too strong. His feeble struggle pushed me over. There, amongst the pallets of generic lite beer and pretentious craft brews, I bred my first negative ass that wasn’t protected by meds since my diagnosis. I stayed in as I caught my breath. He jerked feverishly as he now lightly rocked back and forth, using my dick to achieve his climax. He lost his load on the floor and then pulled off me slowly. He turned as he pulled up his pants, wanting to ask something, but not sure how. I read his mind. “Don’t worry, Derek,” I said, reading his name tag. “I haven’t missed a dose of meds in three years and am undetectable. You’ll be fine, but if you’re gonna offer your ass up to a hookup raw, maybe you should take your own precautions if you’re worried. I’m probably not the first poz guy who’s been in your butt, just the first you knew about before he came.” “Yes sir. Thank you for a great fuck and load.” “Anytime boy. I’m on the apps, hit me up if you want a refill.” I stuffed my cock back through the fly of my jeans. “Now, you want to unlock the store so I can take my beer and go home?” As I drove, I felt empowered. I don’t know if I’d ever had a moment like this before. Me, the selfless guy, who was accidentally pozzed three years earlier had initiated a bareback fuck with a random store clerk in his stock room. I bred him without even taking my pants off. Who the fuck was the guy who did that?? It certainly wasn’t me. I walked through the door of my house at 6:58 pm. As I tossed my keys aside and got the beer in the fridge, the clock turned seven and my phone reminder to take my meds popped up. The one I had diligently followed, without fail, every day since I converted. I went to the bathroom, grabbed the bottle, and shook out that night’s dose. After I filled a glass of water, I tossed the pill back. Before swallowing, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I stared for a moment. The bitterness of the pill’s outer coating shook me back to reality. I spit the pill into the sink. Fuck it. If people were going to make assumptions about me just based on my name, then I’m going to be exactly who they think I’m going to be.

Well I was a total slut yesterday... Went to the sauna, Tuesday usually good and yesterday no exception. Took at least 8 loads there, possibly 10. Highlights were the big beefy stud who coaxed me into a cubicle and bred my cunt with a huge load. Also made out which was hot. Biggest load was from the older hung lad downstairs in the suck-a-thon area. He eyed me up on the bench, impressive 9 incher getting to full mast in seconds. I gave him oral and then he fucked me senseless, my new French poppers helping him along. He left a happy lad, as did I, hole full of cum on the train home. My Fuckbuddy loves sloppy seconds so a quick WhatsApp message to him and I drove to his flat. He was calling me a dirty pig whore and a slut as he bred me. I have to agree with him, that's exactly what I was yesterday, a dirty slut, and I fucking loved it...

Yesterday afternoon I called my friend to wish him a happy birthday, his wife answered the phone, so being polite I asked Julie how she was and how the children, then asked if Carl was interested in coming over for a few beers for his birthday, Carl knows beer is code for do you want to fuck me. So Julie yells out to Carl saying that I was on phone and wanted to know I he wanted to come over to my place for a few beers to celebrate his birthday, of course Carl said yes and to give 20 minutes to have a shower as he had just gotten back from work. 25 minutes later Carl is knocking on my door, I let him and grab a couple beers and go into lounge room, I promptly undress and bend over the coffee table for Carl, who in turn is undressing and kneeing down behind and pushing his cock into my hole, whilst doing so he tells me he hasn't cummed in about two weeks as his wife doesn't want to get pregnant, and is he wants to has sex with her, he needs to getting snipped, which Carl doesn't want. So I become his outlet to releasing all his seed into, unless he pulls out of her when he cums which he see's a waste of his seed. I mean he is potent his sperm count is massive and all strong swimmers as there last 2 children were accidents as he hadn't pulled out of her fast enough. So to my delight as we drank our beers and fucked watch some hot BB porn I was going to get bred, 45 minutes into him fucking he came and there was a lot of cum, couldn't get the butt plug into me fast enough as it started coming out, Once the butt plug was in I turned around and sucked his cock clean, finished our beers and we went and had shower where he bent me over and took me again as he was feeling so horny, he left my place by 6:30pm. I then went to the Den on the Gold Coast and took 3 anon loads.

Part 7 -“Bouge pas, on n’a pas fini avec toi! Tu vas juste être là pour nous!” (“Don’t move, we’re not done with you! You’re only here for us!”). I was already panting and breathing heavily. Those guys were going hard on me and I was already exhausted after just maybe half an hour of action. But I knew there was more in store for me. In between two breaths, I started thinking about what he had just said. “Loaded cum”. Those words were slowly making sense in my foggy mind. It wasn’t yet fully computing in my brain. But I didn’t get the time to think as I felt another dick sliding in my sloppy hole. The guys had switched places and I was now sucking on the dicks that had given me my first two loads. They were still fully hard and I could taste the remainder of their cum. The rest was deep in my ass. The scent of their sweat was quite powerful and driving me crazy. With the new arrangement, I could figure out what those two looked like. They were probably both in their early forties, fit without being muscular. One was quite hairy and the other completely smooth, with a tattoo circling his navel. Their faces were too dark for me to see and only their voices would indicate to me the state of frenzy agitation they were in. The smooth guy was thrusting in my mouth, holding the back of my head. I could see that tattoo moving back and forth, slowly regaining just enough clarity to realize it was a biohazard sign. His buddy behind me was drilling hard. The cum was dripping out of my hole, lubricating his dick in a sloppy mess. -“Sale pute, tu vas prendre ta troisième dose!” (“Dirty whore, you’re gonna get your third load!”). The smooth guy in front stopped thrusting, and holding my face up -“Tu vas prendre la jute de mon pote, salope. Il va bien tasser ma plombe dans ton cul!” (“You’re gonna take my buddy’s load, slut. He’s gonna squeeze my loaded cum deep in your ass”) before spitting in my mouth. He was looking deeply in my eyes and I could see his face clearly for the first time. A bushy brown beard and two little green eyes. I could sense a little bit of cruelty in his look but I couldn’t take my eyes off of his. -“Ouais, boss! Je veux être votre pute à plombe!” (Yeah, boss! I’ll be the dump for your loaded cum!”) I mumbled with my tongue out, just showing how hungry for cum I was. I received another spittle that I swallowed before opening my mouth again. I felt the guy behind me picking up the pace. My head was banging against that biohazard tattoo in front of me. They were talking to each other, encouraging him to breed me deep. My knees and back were aching from trying to maintain the same position but I kept arching my back to demonstrate how much of a good cumdump I could be. -“C’est une bonne petite pute ça! Vas-y, remplis-la!” (“That’s a good little whore! Go, fill him up!”). Planting himself deep inside my hole, I felt his dick throbbing four or five times. -“Prends ma dose, salope!” (“Take my load, slut!”) he said in a groan. I could feel my body drenched in sweat. I fell lying on my stomach, out of breath. The guy pulled out and I heard them walk away. I needed water but was too exhausted to move. I just stayed on the mattress in the middle of that room. My head was spinning, I wasn’t thinking clearly, and my vision was a bit blurry, but I could see a lot of action was happening around me. Guys getting sucked, others being fucked. I felt a dick sliding into my hole again. -“My turn! Been waiting for a long time!” the guy whispered to my ear in English. I didn’t even try to turn around and look at him. I just let him fuck and breed me. It was probably late because guys weren’t trying to hold their loads anymore like they usually do early in the evening. They just wanted to unload before going home and I was happy to help. Or I was probably just too tired to refuse. I got maybe four or five more loads, without the slightest idea of whoever gave them to me. I managed to get up laboriously with the help of the last guy to breed me. I was trying to collect my clothes. My t-shirt was completely drenched in sweat - and I think piss - and my sweatpants were stained with cum in multiple places. Trying to find my balance, I got dressed with the support of a stranger and made my way to the stairs. -“Told you I wasn’t too worried about…” he said before I left the room. I turned around to see it was the bartender. -“I can see I was right!” he added with a wink. I made my way up and caught a taxi. I was feeling dizzy and quite uncomfortable in my dirty clothes. I must have left a few cum stains on the seat. I got back to my hotel and slept through the day in my dirty jockstrap, without the energy to even shower before collapsing in bed. The next day, the words “loaded cum” were still resonating in my head. Were they really poz? How did I feel about potentially having just taken my first known poz loads? What was I supposed to do? Should I go for PEP? I googled the way to get it but it was a Sunday and I couldn’t figure out an easy way to do it. I decided not to do anything and jerked off in my hotel room a few times thinking of the previous night. I was scared as hell but also amazingly excited. A few months later, I tested negative during a routine visit. But I knew something had changed in me.

I hookup every day. Several times if possible. Tonight I only had 1 Top fuck me. This really muscled Mexican guy from the military base nearby came over. Very nice smooth larger than average uncut cock. He walked in me on my knees. Pulled his cock out for me to suck, lifted me up and bent me over my couch. Fucked me really hard and fast. Let out a very loud scream when he came deep in my ass and grabbed my chest hard and slammed his cock in me so hard I felt his abs on my back. Then pulled his pants up and left. Didn’t say a single word. I kinda like it that way.

Official publication date is in July but here is original release [think before following links] https://www.ucsf.edu/news/2022/05/422911/doxycycline-after-unprotected-sex-significantly-reduced-stis

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

I've been as both Mare and Stallion. As Mare, I was used all night, with only a few down times. I have no idea the men who bred me, but I remember their dicks - fat ones, thin ones, long ones, short ones, curved ones. They may have been blue or green or polka dot, but they were all welcome inside me. As a Stallion I saw men of all ages from young pups to old timers in varying degrees of fitness and all body shapes. The mares I chose, likewise spanned a wide spectrum - fit muscley holes to larger, jiggly holes. hairy and smooth, tall and short, pale white to dark black. I managed to cum 3 times that night - which is a lot for me these days, but I fucked at least a dozen holes. I love a good buffet! Having been to the original in Berlin, I will say, there is more variety HERE, both in mares and stallions, but the energy was definitely more sexual and less friendly there/ - though, that might be the language barrier too.

I don't think you are required to or tell how a hook up just how much sex you have. If you sign on to any of the regular hook up sites, and you see the same guys who are in their 20s, 30s or 40s, you can bet they are getting laid. This is my feeling on the subject, if I wasn't getting laid on a particular site, I would go elsewhere. I use two in particular, and have done so for years. Because I live in a bit of a tourist area, there are always guys coming into town to fuck with. I don't have issues finding new guys. Do I mention to new people who I have hooked up with? No! I can tell you that if it is a group scenario there are times when a particular individual's screen name comes up, and I usually shut up. It's interesting to see everyone's "spin" on that particular guy. Here are a few exceptions to my rule about keeping my mouth shut. A. If they stole from my home, or from my backpack. If someone steals from me, and I in fact know they did, I will mention it to other people because I don't want that to happen to them. B. If they have an STD (like syphilis) and didn't bother to tell me, I will tell others. This happened to me where I went to a tricks house, and this was someone I had played with in the past. The lights were so dim, it was almost dark. When I got a view of him in the light, he was covered with blotches. He knew he was sick, and didn't bother to tell anyone. If someone can't show personal restraint and fails to notify his partners he is ill, I think that is terrible. I know some guys are not aware they are affected, but if they are all they need to do is go to the public health clinic or personal doctor, not spread it around. I

I have done that soooo many times at the Z! Room 211 was my fave. There was a squeaky board right at the door so I could always tell if someone was checking me out. Then the anticipation, will he or won’t he, the probing fingers to see if I am lubed. The excitement as I feel him toss his towel aside. How big is his cock? If he has a monster will he give me time to snort some poppers before he wrecks my hole? Love it. I am going to plan a trip to the Z very soon.

I wouldn't have chosen any of the listed options. For me rimming and felching are two completely different activities. And I would take felching over rimming every day of the week! Since I'm limited to two options, I'm really torn between fucking/topping raw and kissing. I could kiss without fucking and be OK. But fucking without kissing just seems anachronistic to me. So I guess my two choices would be felching and kissing.

Back when I was neg had Antonio Biaggi breed me.

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Fidgeting nervously, MJ asked, "Dad, what was my mom like? You never talk about her, so I thought it might be a painful subject. It's always been just the 2 of us and I'm more than happy with that, but I'm curious. Aside from having her red hair, am I anything like her?" Matt took MJ's hand in his. "Your mom was a sweet, wonderful woman and I never talked about her, first because you were too young and when you were old enough, I was ashamed that I was betraying her with Ty. I loved her, but never the way a man loves his wife. Along with her red hair, you have her sweet temperament and I know she would've loved you and ben proud of the man you've become, QUEER and all. Like me, she was under the same disillusion that I was bi." Before his son said anything, Ty spoke up. "I'm not ashamed to admit it, but I married your mom because she was pregnant with you. Like your daddy Matt, I loved her but I was never in love with her. I've only ever been in love with daddy Matt and I find myself falling in love with you and TJ. I don't mean to be harsh but in all, the years since she walked out on us, she never made contact to even ask about you. Actually, she did us a favor because you're a sweet, kind, considerate young man." Choking back tears, TJ said, "Thank you for being honest, dad. I have no reason to call her mom, but the woman who birthed me never deserved to have you. Daddy Matt is, was and always will be the man who makes you happy, the man who's in love with you, the man you're in love with. Right at this moment, I'm in love with the 2 of you and with MJ as well." "Our family has grown!" MJ declared. "Physically, it's doubled, but where love is concerned, it's grown exponentially. What a lucky QUEER I am, having 3 amazing, sexy QUEER man who are in love with me as much as I'm in love with them!" Smiling broadly, Ty said, "This conversation drives home the point of how important tonight will be!" He whispered something in Matt's ear and Matt nodded. "No need to worry. this isn't a secret, just wanted Matt's approval. How would you young men feel about sharing our blood?" "Blood of your blood!" MJ said. "That and getting fucked by the cocks that made us. I'm guessing it'll be by injection. Nothing can be more intimate and bring us even closer together. It'll also be a bit of added insurance having blood and seed!" TJ gave MJ's thigh a squeeze. "I'm pleasantly surprised by the way this is progressing. When this was the germ of an idea, we had no idea if our dads would be repulsed by our plans. Here they are, not only embracing them, but taking it to new, intimate levels." "We need to get something at home!" Ty declared. "TJ, come with me!" To be continued

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

look at you, ya piece of fucking trash kneeling there on the bed, head down because you know you aren't fucking worthy to even look at a real man like me. Arse up, presenting like a dog in heat, desperate to be mounted, fucked and bred like the worthless piece of fuckmeat we both know you are only an hour ago we were chatting online, you telling me how much you NEEDED my thick cock rammed up your shitter. that I told you I liked it rough but you wanted it anyway. you wanted it so bad that you let a fucking stranger come into your flat and find you exposed and ready to be fucked. and here you are now waiting for some signal that I'm actually the bloke you were chatting to. Hell you don't care ya whore. Could be any cock, doesn't matter as long as its a real man fucking you isn't that right whore?? **SMACK** my hand slaps you hard across the right arse cheek. you still don't look around to see who is in the room with ya **SMACK** you yelp as my hand spanks the left cheek but you don't object - you know fucking better. I'll beat the shit out of ya if you complain on the nightstand are the lube and condoms "for my use" as you put it in your chat. well fuck that - I don't use either - as you are about to find out. both hands come down on your cheeks hard and then roughly pull them apart giving me my first real view of your skanky shithole. Your tight little turd tunnel is so fucking excited to see me it actually winks at me like a cheap whore looking for business. 1 glob of spit right on your button and my cock slams balls deep up your arse. your scream is music to my sadistic ears. I slam my body down on top of you pinning you to the bed, preventing you from pulling away as you claw forward trying to get off my cock where do you think you're going???? get back on my cock!!! I slam in again, more beautiful screams and a delicious little *sob* Too big???? nah I think its the perfect size for my pleasure and that's what this is about MY pleasure, not yours you piece of fuckmeat. you're just a cock socket for me to shove my dick into however I want so you better take it and shut the fuck up you cant take it?????? But cuntface, you told me you COULD take it in our chat - no wait - actually you said you could take the dick that I sent you a pic of!!!!! Yeah sorry, that wasn't a pic of MY arse-ripping cock - just a random pic off the internet. Didn't want to scare ya!!! bet your pretty scared now though huh? Slamming in and out of your hole, fucking love your squeals and yelps as I angle my cock in different directions to make sure I bruise every inch of your pathetic insides Man I am loving the spasms in your arse ring - or what's left of it - as you desperately try to recover from my almost dry entry. Cant have that, you were made for suffering. a few punches causes your fuckhole to clench again making the sensations on my cock so much better. unfortunately its been 4 days since I last used an ass so this is gonna sadly be a quick one. I rape your hole harder, viciously as I get closer to my orgasm, trying to block out your crying - not because I don't want to hear them but because they will push me over the edge sooner finally with a bellow, I cum, shooting wads of spunk deep inside your torn up shitpipe, whitewashing your guts. I collapse on top of you as the last of my seed dribbles into your guts. eventually I get up and yank my cock out of your fuckhole, causing another little yelp from you. the tight little pucker that winked at me earlier now looks more like a black eye "don't move" I command and you obey like the pathetic little sub you are. I grab my now flaccid cock and start pissing over your ass, hole (which must have stung judging by your sobs and clenching) and the bed. Just wish my cock had been harder so I could have shoved it back in. I pull up my shorts and jeans and am out the door before you even realise I'm finished I get home and predictably there is a message from you. I open it expecting a big long rant or complaint about not using a condom or that I raped you or pissed over your skanky duvet but instead it was just one line... "Same time next week???"

"[O]n May 13, 2022 our Data Safety Monitoring Board (DSMB) had a scheduled review at the midway point of the study, and the results showed that participants in the DoxyPEP study who were randomized to take doxycycline as a single dose after condomless sex were much less likely to be diagnosed with a new sexually transmitted infection (STI), compared with participants who were not assigned to take doxycycline PEP. This level of efficacy is exciting news." Enrollment is closing early. Current participants who didn't get doxycycline now have the option. Everyone will continue to be monitored for the planned 12-month period, because... "[W]e also need to learn about antimicrobial resistance which is part of the DoxyPEP study aims, specifically about the impact of intermittent doxycycline on the risk for drug resistance in bacterial STIs, on bacteria that often live on the body like Staph aureus and Neisseria and on the bacteria that live in the gut. This information is not yet available and will be important to understand the pros and cons of taking doxycycline as post-exposure prophylaxis." As a study participant I received the announcement a few hours ago. I'll update this thread when a public announcement comes out. • PEP means Post-Exposure Prophylaxis, in other words, taking protective medication after a risky activity. • PrEP means Pre-Exposure Prophylaxis, in other words, taking protective medication before a risky activity. PEP for HIV has been available for more than two decades, and is for emergencies like needlesticks or unusually risky sex. PrEP for HIV has been available for a decade and is familiar by now. DoxyPEP and other research might lead to PEP for bacterial STIs someday.

A 19 year old in neighborhood graduated school Sunday .I asked him what he wanted for graduation I was thinking something for college etc I did know he was gay he replied he wanted to try to top bareback. He came over last night. When he undressed he had a thick 6 inch dick. long story short he fucked me 4 times I feel asleep He work me up with a nibble on my neck and his dick up my ass pumping in number 5

Even I came twice--such a rarity for me. My dick just did not go down. But before that , I must have plowed at least 2/3 of the 55 to 60 men's asses, maybe a little more! A good buffet, indeed!!

Oh hell- I was well on the way to piglife by the time I had gotten enough balls to hit a bath house. Back at that time, I kept a count of how many guys I had experienced, and by the time I was finishing my 1st year of college there were at least 300 different guys I could count as sex players. The tubs just blew the numbers way up ( and being 20 and insatiable certainly helped) And might have also explained my overall GPA average lol. And while I slowed down during the 80's it was more because I had settled down with a partner and we were striving to be monogamous at first. At some point I stopped tracking my " fresh catch count", I do know it was over 5,000 10 years ago , today, who knows. Work and life and pandemics all have cut into the action, not to mention the drag on play that is the internet. So many of the guys now just scroll and jack- when I was getting action as a younger man, it was a direct and immediate scene in a park or bookstore or porn theater. Even if the other person was only somewhat interested, it usually was more of, well hell, I am here and he is available and I need to fuck and get back to work, so lets do it.

Hiw many toos like watching the man they live being fuck raw, or used like a fuck doll

I really think 🤔 i’m ment too be a cum dump, but then i want go home to my great husband, but playing with 🔥

Yes I was bred a few times my first trip to steamworks. It was amazing how easy it was. I was 21. I had just walked around to get the lay of the land so to speak and and older man pulled up my towel and slid his cock in me. He came quick. I was so pumped and ready for more.

I did. Club seattle, now steamworks. Went with a fb from seattle. He was very experienced and a top. Found out i loved sex in front of a crowd. Fucked and got fucked bb till i was worn out. Also first time in a sling.

I never “advertise” myself for being slutty, although in general I love talking about it to hear various ideas from other guys (which is why it’s a gem to find this platform). In a dark room or in bath houses / steam rooms mostly there’s no talking at all … you see a hole and go for it. When I meet guys online and hook up with them it depends on the course of the conversation if we talk about our previous/general sex lives at all. When the conversation goes into that direction I don’t mind telling frankly how much I crave for sex with as many men as possible, because only that makes sex complete for me. Sometimes it’s funny, there are men who wanna sleep with me and get embarrassed in the same breath hearing how much I whore around with random sex partners. I remind them that they and me are nothing less than random sex partners as well and the fact that they have less sex than me doesn’t make them in any kind better or superior, and after having sex with a random mate like me they are not in the position to become moralistic all of a sudden. I remind them also that to my opinion they are actually more dangerous… as a convinced dick driven bareback fucker I get tested regularly being aware of health risks (you don't get Prep prescription otherwise here), while my experience with men who have less sex are that they get tested lesser or even never thinking they are “safe” by having a small amount of sex partners. According to my experience they are the actual super spreaders (and yes, I had an experience with a so-called "safe" person, gladly a minor thing that healed up soon after. Could have been worse). Apart from that, talking about being slutty once even connected me to the next sexual partner. One guy approached me in a bath house showing interest and expressed concern at the same time if I could be interested in him since he had saw me fucking with other guys before, he felt “out of my league”. In fact, he couldn’t be any better within my league, being helpless in the face of horniness and asking for a fuck. Those are the guys that I drop my pants for immediately, or in a bath house, my towel, which I also made clear to him. Meaning, I made him clear that I am happy to fuck any man if I feel hot for him and if he returns that sentiment (exceptions prove the rule). You could really tell it was tough for him to overcome his inhibitions and shame, which was both sweet and amazing to see how he got over his inhibitions.

Definitely! I was kinda nervous the first time, but a really hung older guy was next to me in a steam room rubbing his cock. I was only 22 at the time and still in good shape. I ended up taking 6 loads in the couple hours I spent there.

Since I'm versatile and love to go to orgies, I prefer porn orgies where everyone fucks everyone else. Gangbangs aren't that exciting to watch in my opinion. RC and Digger aren't either one really my type, but they have made some incredibly hot group breeding porn. This is only one example [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ce6b07966afd

@AlwaysOpen sounds like you too were already a pig on your 1st visit! I envy guys who came of age and had so much fun before the AIDS crisis. @reliableslut there is absolutely nothing wrong with that, the only bad sluts are the ones with too many inhibitions. @Nagato20 your 1st experience was awesome too. I just wish I could have done something to help the 25 year old this weekend. If that was his 1st visit he has no idea what potential there is in other cities. @PendragonSpirit I have seen the advice that going during a slow time for your 1st visit is a good idea, I don't really think that is good advice for the majority of the guys that have commented on this thread. On the other hand in my current city the opportunity to fuck doesn't change much no matter how many guys are there, 3 way fuck piles are very rare and adding a 4th or 5th is almost completely beyond them.

When I am online, one of my pet hates is when a guy's opening message to me is "I'm bored". I am never sure how I am expected to react to that... Personally, life is so full of things to learn and do, exercise, people to talk to, I can't imagine being bored ever. Tired, maybe, but never bored. I am sure a lot of guys online get off on the chase alone - and the gratification that comes from someone wanting them. Like others here, I love the hookup, and it's why I prefer to visit places to meet guys rather than do it online.

I went to college in NYC in the mid 70's, from rural upstate- so to say there was a culture shock would be an understatement. And not the gay aspect- I had been taking dick for about 4 years at that point- but the endless buffet of places to get sex was a big change.Times Square was still a porn haven, bookstores and glory holes and actual gay movie theaters ( Adonis was always my favorite tho) And one day in the college library, I was reading the Village Voice weekly, and read about some performer who had performed at the Continental Baths, a gay place up on the edge of Harlem. I likely was hard as a rock reading about the place, but still, I had those lingering adolescent fears- would I know what to do there, would I stand out like a sore thumb, would anyone even be interested. Finally one Friday night I had built up enough courage and made my way to the Continental. I definitely felt out of place as the train went further towards Harlem and once on the street, I really felt like I " wasn't in Kansas anymore Toto". A bit of a walk, and I arrived at the Continental. Some guy at the window questioned me and asked if I knew this was a bathhouse, a GAY bathhouse. I told him I had read about it in the Voice, and wanted to check it out. After he semi explained the cost and the deal, I had my room key and a towel and directions to the room. It was pretty dark in the hallway to my room, just a bit off the showers and the wet area, and a lot of guys hanging around and dealing. I went in the room and closed the door, stripped and put the towel on and stepped out. The pool area was also where a stage was if memory serves me- and I was a little surprised to see M/F couples sitting at tables there. I went back to the room,passing the gauntlet of guys pushing weed ( I think that was all they were offering, but again, naive rural boy me) . I sat in there for 5 minutes, then dressed and headed upstairs to leave. The guy at the counter looked up as I approached, chuckled, and said "yeah, I didn't think you would last very long. This isn't your type of club, where you need to be is at the Club Baths down on Houston St"- and then he handed me back my ID and money, and gave me directions as to which subway lines I needed to get there. I actually did go directly there, and while I do not remember the various encounters of that 1st night; it was my launching ground for many,many nights there and at tubs in cities around the world since.

My first time to a bathhouse was probably unique and not usual. I'd been curious about Club Dallas, the bathhouse in town, but was too scared to go as I didn't know what to expect or what it would be like. I'd been to Adult Book Stores by this point and had hooked up with guys at the non-gay spa I go to. I'd turned 18 and knew I could get into Club Dallas but was worried it would be mostly older guys and was worried about what might happen to me there. I'd been chatting with a guy named Eric who went to SMU and we both really wanted to hook up but neither of us could host and he was creeped out about doing it in my truck or in a public place. He suggested Club Dallas and admitted he had been before. I admitted I was curious but had never been. I was also kinda turned on that he admitted he'd been there before so I knew he was probably as slutty as I am. He explained what Club Dallas was like, what went on there, and offered to meet up with me first to get to know each other and then go there to fuck. He was pretty hot and wanted to bareback, so I agreed and met up with him beforehand. We met up and chatted a bit and went to the club and he showed me around it. We also got a room; not that you have to but it does give you some privacy to fuck. We went at it until we both were spent and he said he wanted to find other guys to get with and asked if I was good. I said I was and that I was going to find other guys to get with too. He said I could use the room so long as I was cool with him using it at the same time too. I said I was and went out to find another guy. I wasn't looking long and found a guy to hook up. As I headed back to the room I saw Eric chatting with a good looking redheaded guy in his 20s that had a huge cock. I smiled at Eric as I passed and went back to the room so the guy I picked up could pound me. And pound me he did, pumping two loads in me. Eric brought the redhead back with him as I was getting fucked and soon enough I could hear him begging for the redhead's cock and cum. When the guy fucking me finished he headed out and I went to go shower and get in the hot tub. There were a few guys in the hot tub including a guy in his 20s with a huge cock that let me stroke it. He was average looking with a fair amount of ink and after jerking him for a while he said I should take care of him. I told him I had a room and we went back there and he drilled the hell out of my ass, pumping two of his loads inside me and letting me pump one inside him. He fucked me so hard though I was kind of done. After he left I looked around for Eric but couldn't find him, so I presumed he was in another room getting fucked. I showered again, dressed, and left. In a sense Club Dallas was more fun than an ABS as it had a pool, hot tub, and was more like a spa, but most of the guys there weren't as young as I typically run into at the ABS, at the gym, or on the trail near my house, or for that matter at the non-gay spa I go to. I did keep in touch with Eric and we'd meet up at Club Dallas to fuck and I was kind of in awe that a guy as young and hot as him was so open about hooking up at bathhouses, but I guess it was safer and easier than the bathrooms on campus. I guess we all have our kinks when you get down to it. I've been a few times on my own, but kind of prefer to cruise the gym or take my chances at the non-gay spas.

Hot post. It’s too late to vote but if I could I would have picked eating ass and bottoming raw. I love sucking dick but to me there’s nothing better than having my ass stroked out while someone sits on my face. It’s practically soul cleaning.

Blindfolded in the public sling at Z is my favorite place in the world.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_m4Bn6PsljUtZ He tore that ass up!

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.

Part 5 I froze for just a few seconds. It was finally out. He had said it clearly. I was confused. I had been extremely attracted to this guy for years, he had gotten me super horny, and awakened something in me. I just answered -“Yes, Sir! I want your poz dick inside me!” There we were. -“Good boy” he just said. -“I’ll leave you with this”, he added, sending me a link to a video on a site I didn’t know yet: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/27218/pozitive/ I clicked on the link and there it was. The fantasy I had never known I had being played right before my eyes. A beefy and hairy top, verbal domination with a deep voice. And the strong will to share his DNA with that lucky bottom. I watched it maybe fifty times, constantly sniffing poppers, and jerking frantically until my dick hurt. That video was an illumination for me. It turned me on so much but I was still scared of following that new instinct. In the following weeks, I not only kept coming back to the video, but I also started looking for more videos like this one. “Poz”, “pozzing”, “toxic”, “verbal”, etc. All the key words I could think about. I would spend hours searching and created quite an impressive collection. I had no idea the Internet was so full of those. I even skipped hitting the bathhouse a few times because I preferred looking for poz videos instead. I kept hooking up a lot, but I knew there was something missing. I started avoiding guys who displayed “Neg+PrEp”. I would even completely avoid the conversation on status, afraid they would tell me they were on PrEp. I was fine just not knowing at this point. I also kept hitting all the sleaziest places I could find. My guy from the West Coast was also encouraging me by sharing all the pozzing videos he could and telling that it would be “how he would take care of me”. Fast forward a few years. While on another trip in Paris, I found a bar called “Le Next” in the 1st arrondissement, a place with a pretty big darkroom in the basement. I had been on a European tour for two weeks, jumping from planes to meetings with no time to breathe at all. I had displayed my very serious and professional self for the entire time. I don’t think that by just looking at me, talking to me or even knowing me in every day life anyone could really understand how much of a twisted pig I could become. Paris was the last leg of my trip and I had finally wrapped up my last meeting. It was Friday and I was only flying out on Sunday. I ditched my colleagues before dinner with a clear purpose in mind. I wanted to get bred that night. I arrived at the bar around 11pm. Looking at me in a somewhat puzzled way, the receptionist proceeded to inform me it was an LGBT space and that I was to expect some sexual action. Did I look that innocent? I told him was ready for that - oh boy, was I.

Part 2 When I accidentally discovered bareback fuck, I also found BBRT. I was mostly using Grindr and Scruff then, and this site opened a whole new world to me. With PrEp not a thing at the time, most guys on apps were still very reluctant to drop the condom. I was very shy and scared of people’s judgement so it was difficult to be forward with them about wanting raw dicks and loads, especially in a small community. BBRT definitely allowed me to find guys who would not beat around the bush and know they only want to breed me. It was definitely a great education for me. I would get messages from guys all around the world who would make me discover new things, new kinks, new perversions. I went from vanilla to fully realized pig in a matter of months, trying (and loving) sneakers and socks play, sniffing sweaty hairy pits, piss, leather, groups, etc. The socks, sneakers and pits stuck and I still get so turned on with guys wearing wet sweaty crew socks in hot sneaks. Everything was still pretty innocent (somehow) until I get a message on BBRT from this guy on a Saturday night in 2015.

I'd been watching the boy for years. Every weekend like clockwork he'd show up at the clubs at 12:00 with a body that got me rock hard in seconds. Every weekend with his boyfriend. I'd never actually approached the boy - not out of any sense of morality, I'd broken into and broken up relationships with lesser guys, but these two came in and were in their own little world, which no one could penetrate, not with drinks or pickup lines or even a hot body. He stood 5' 5", about 150 pounds, with the body of jock Filipino stud, with sexy cock sucking lips, biceps like tennis balls, a 30" waist and a big thick muscular ass. For years I watched boys and men approach him, trying break in, each time failing miserably. The boy was obviously obsessed with his boyfriend, who was an average looking cute cub stud. In fact the cub was so average, it was a wonder he had snagged and kept such a hot piece of ass going in the five years since I first saw them. Although the cub was obviously the more social of the two, he kept close to keep the jock boy happy. But then suddenly, after all my patient observing from afar, I saw the opening. It was the cub's birthday, and he wore a birthday hat and pin that said as much. He was was dancing around with a larger group of friends than usual, and getting very very drunk. The boy was also in the group, but obviously a little farther apart, being not as social as the cub, was also getting increasingly drunk. As I grabbed the ass of my flavor-of-the-week, making him squirm, I counted the shots: one, two, three, four, five ... seven. The night dragged on, but the boys' minds were obviously weakened. "You see that boy with the birthday hat?" I asked my current squeeze. He nodded and giggled. "Go pull him up on the dance floor give him a little present." He laughed and sauntered up to the cub, and dragged him up to the floor to begin dancing. The effect was delayed which was a good sign, but the boy stumbled up to his boyfriend and attempted to cut in and get him back, so I made my move. I grabbed his intoxicated hot body and began to dance with him pulling his hips toward my crotch. Now, I'm 6' 1", 198 pounds, muscular with an 8 1/2 inch cock which is as thick as a coke can. His ass felt me before the rest of his body. He paused for a second while i ground my hardening dick on his ass. His mind weak and body wanting. but his eyes stayed on his boyfriend who was was preoccupied by two guys, one of his friends as well as my squeeze, both of whom were now dancing on him. The jock boy pulled away for a second to move towards them, but I turned him around pulled him up against my body. His head fell against my chest, and I took him into my arms. I could tell he was interested, but conflicted. I whispered to him, "You know you can trust your man. How long have you been together?" "Six years" he sort of gasped in a manly baritone. I smiled. "Has he ever strayed?" "Never" he replied. "See, you can trust him." And I looked and believed myself. The cub might have been dancing with two hot twinks, but he kept his hands up and away from them. Fortunately, of course, the cub was clueless as to my intentions, as I began to maneuver the jock boy from the lime lights to the darker corners of the club. I continued to press the boy against my body, and he began to reciprocate, dancing with great skill. Many times I'd seen him dance with his boyfriend, and admittedly the stub boy was exceptionally good at moving his hips in such a fashion as suggested he was begging to be fucked. As his ass and hips worked on my crotch, I began to push the envelope. I slipped my hand under his shirt. I could feel a strong set of abs, not from being slim but from working out. My hand traveled north feeling a strong chest and, when I flicked his nipple, his arms shot straight-up and he moaned and damn near convulsed. His body was becoming slightly limp as the alcohol was taking more of a hold on him, so I had little trouble backing him up against a wall, his hands in front of his face, and reaching around, I I unbuttoned his pants, slid my hand under his tight sexy underwear and reached his hole. Fuck. No wonder his boyfriend was able to keep him. His hole was obviously regularly well-fucked. I slipped one digit into his hole, feeling his soft, velvety chute, finger fucking him. His back arched and he moaned, as he bucked and moaned. It was definitely time to take things further. I pulled his pants back up, buttoned them, and ushered his drunk body out the back entrance to my car, stuffing him into the passenger seat, and without ado, began the quick drive to to my place. "Where are we going?" he moaned. "My place baby boy. We're gonna have some fun." He looked over at me with a dazed expression. "Who are you?" "I'm gonna make you a very happy bottom boy tonight." About then I pulled up to a red light, so I took the time to slide my free hand into the ass of his pants and give him some finger. His head flew back, his body arched, and he let out another moan. "What's your name baby boy?" "John," he gasped. "How old are you, John?" "Twenty-three." "Do you like big dicks baby Johnny?" He paused and bit his lips I pressed my finger deeper into his hole, gasping "Yeessss." With that I whipped-out my hard cock, and invited him "Take a look, Johnny." He stared at it in awe. "Go on and suck it, Johnny." He looked at me as if realizing something and then blurted out "I've only ever been with my boyfriend. I've never done anything with anyone else." I replied "I'm bigger than is he, right?" "A little" he laughed, adding "thicker, too." "He fucks you good, huh?" "Yeah, I love it." "Come on, Johnny, touch it." I grabbed his hand and put it on my shaft he slowly began to stroke me. Precum began to drip out the head and he seemed entranced. His eyes were half open, mouth wide, speech was slurred, obviously still drunk. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it to my cock. The minute the head slipped into his open mouth, he moaned and began sucking like he'd been waiting the chance for decades, not ten minutes. He went down on me, trying to deep throat my cock, moaning in pleasure, and lost in the taste and feel of a stranger's cock in his mouth. He didn't pick his head up till he realized I'd parked the car in my garage. "Where are we?" he again slurred. "Where's my phone?" I grabbed his head and began to kiss him. I had thought far enough ahead to slip his phone out of his pocket, and didn't think it necessary to fill him in on that detail. Shortly after we left the club his phone had begun vibrating, but I had turned it off, and when he asked about his phone, I distracted him by pushing my tongue into his moaning mouth. The potential threat to my plans having passed, I decided to make my next move, ordering him bruskly "Get out of the car." He complied, stumbling out of the passenger seat, into my garage. I steadied him and pulled him through the door that lead directly from the garage into the living room. I sensed part of his will was trying to fight my domination, but his body was not up to the challenge, and seemingly wanted to get off as much as did I. Not wasting any time, I stripped off his shirt, threw him on the couch, and pulled a bottle of poppers I carried in my pocket, and presented them for his inhalation, which he did instinctively. Then I gave him another hit in his other nostril. "What... what was that?" "Something to help you relax." I could see the fumes hit him fast. He moaned and threw his head back murmurring "Oh my god, what is this?" I handed him the bottle, saying I'd be right back, that I had something even better for him. I grabbed a bottle of lube I'd laced with coke, and then with a second thought went to my computer, which fortunately was in sleep mode, and bringing-up Craigslist, I posted this advertisement: Hot Filipino boy, looking for cum. Generous men only. I figured I may as well go as far as I could while I was at it. Walking back into the living room, I found John had nearly passed out (except for an occasional quiet moan). I snapped a photograph of his half-naked-drunk-and-poppered-up-high-body and uploaded it onto the Craigslist posting. "This is so crazy" he said when I got back "I'm so drunk." "I know" I laughed as I stripped off my remaining clothing, and presented myself to his gawking gaze for a few seconds. With a 45 inch chest and 28 inch arms, I'm a big guy and my tool stood erect in his face. He got on all fours on the couch and began to suck. I ripped off his underwear, watching with pleasure as his chiseled young back arched and his hips began to gyrate as I slowly fucked his beautiful lips. Then I maneuvered so I could pour some of the lube onto his quivering ass, managing (with some difficulty) to finger fuck him with one finger. When he began to fuck himself on my finger I knew the laced lube was having the desired effect so I stuffed a second finger in. Although his ass could obviously take a beating, he was still tight and his body ripped, so I pulled his mouth off my cock and turned him around, positioning him on all fours. I lined my dick with his hole and grabbed his hips and began to push in. He screamed and I held him down as I pushed the entirety of my cock into his hole. It was like popping a cherry, knowing I was only second cock that had ever been in here. It was an utter turn-on. I ground my cock inside him as deeply as I could, and naturally he screamed again, but this time there was a hint of ecstasy in his voice. "You like that?" I asked him, adding "You like my big cock in your tight baby boy hole?" He was screaming into a pillow so I grabbed him by his short hair and pulled his head up, repeating my question: "I said, 'Do ...you... like... my ...big... cock... in...your...hole?" accenting each word with deep thrust into his ass. He yelped each time. "Yes" he gasped, adding "Oh my god yes, I love it." "Has your boyfriend ever fucked you raw like I am now?" "No, never." "Feels good to get fucked raw, doesn't it?" "Fuck yes..." he replied, as his ass and hips began to shiver and shake. "Mmmm, tonight I'm gonna breed. You will want raw cum in your ass all the time, don'tcha?" He didn't verbally reply, but his hips began to shake harder, evidence, I thought, of an assent, so I egged him on a bit more saying "You're gonna want to be filled up all the time with cum, aren't you?" He moaning mindlessly, captured by the pleasure. I slapped his ass hard once, and I might as well as have kicked a horse with spurs, because he began feverishly fucking himself on my cock, moaning and yelling saying "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCKME OMG FUCKKKKK ME!!!" I stood there while he fucked himself on my cock, his whole body milking me for it, begging me for my cum. As he did so, I flipped on my phone and checked my email for the ad. There was a big response. I picked 10 of the responses and texted them the address told them to be here in an hour - and to bring cash. I also took a second to take a snap another photograph of Johnny boy fucking himself on my fat dick, and sent it to the guys, just to wet their appetites. I put my phone down and now it was time to get to work. I grabbed Johnny's hips and began piston-fuck my cock into him. He screamed, but begged for more. I fucked him with the only goal of dropping first load of the night into him. I pounded furiously, almost completely withdrawing my cock out every time. His head flew back with inward thrust, his tight muscles moving under his skin. I felt my nut coming. and then I yelled and growled out a thick load of cum into his ass, fucking it deep into his body. Then I pulled out and pulled his head around to my cock and made him suck the ass juices and cum off my dick. He was obviously enjoying himself, as he moaned the entire time as he cleaned my cock, although admittedly it looked like he could pass out. Then the doorbell rang. There would be no sleeping tonight. More to cum

I've gone a couple times to baths in Philly and Pittsburgh, and haven't had much luck at all. Try and go peak hours, on fridays and Saturdays. Present myself as a bottom only, and it seems like there is only a sea of bottoms as well to greet me. Did get to watch one guy get fucked once in an hour in the sling, and some fun in the club Pitt basement, but I've only had someone eat my ass while I blew a guy. Going back to Pitt during a con here 4th of July weekend, so I'm hoping to finally get more action. Poppers, maybe even a room. If I can't get anything this time, I'll probably be done with the baths. First time I'll admit I was nervous but open, now I'm usually just bored.

yes. the first bunch of times I went, I was taken there so the guy could whore me out and watch me take load after load in my teenage fuckhole from a bunch of men. thats when I really learned what a whore I am and that I was really born to take loads

I’m now back home from IML. It was…an unusual experience. I would like to report that I had a great time…but in honesty, I didn’t really enjoy it that much. I realized some things. I realized that although I enjoy servicing such men, I am not part of their leather culture. I spent the entire time walking around feeling as though I was on the outside looking in. I could tell there was a sense of excitement about something in the air, but it didn’t seem to have anything to do with me. I realized that at my age, with my body, I simply don’t look appealing in a harness, especially not when surrounded by men who do. But it’s not as though anyone noticed what I looked like to begin with - the sheer number of men in attendance, coupled with the staggering variety of options available at the Leather Mart, made it practically impossible for anyone to stand out. Importantly, I realized that despite the fact that I was trained to service Men, the sheer mass of available ass out in the world means that I’m really not needed. You can’t really appreciate the reality of it until you find yourself surrounded by scores of other bottoms all angling for cock - when there are 37 QuickConnect ads on BBRTS for the same hotel, and 20 guys all trying to round up all the available Tops for their own private gangbang. If there were supposed to be tables where people left information about open sex parties, I never found them. So I never ended up at one. And because I’m Autistic, I couldn’t really go to any of the big parties because I can’t tolerate the kind of flashing lights and deafening noise you get on a dance floor. Steamworks was weirdly disappointing as a bathhouse experience, to the point that I don’t think I would ever go back there. I took in all the booths at the Leather Mart, aghast at the inflated prices on most of the merchandise. Not that it mattered - there was little there of interest to me. I found it odd that do many booths were trying to sell so many harnesses - to guys who had already arrived wearing one. I did see a couple of floggers that no sane BDSM practitioner would ever permit to be used in a scene. In the end all I got was an ergonomic cock ring and a couple of handkerchiefs. The latter of which, incidentally, I had to hunt for because only one booth in the entire Mart was carrying them. It makes me wonder if the apps have finally put the last nail in the coffin of the hanky code. The balance of my IML time I spent in my hotel room on the 8th floor with the door wide open, hosting. Between this and the one evening at Steamworks, over five nights I was fucked a total of 54 times, fucked by dildo an additional three times, gave head three times, gave two handjobs, and (bizarrely) took a guy’s load on my belly by frottage. I met a couple of fascinating people, one of whom is a MtF trans ‘shemale’ (her term) who a couple of times brought men into my room to fuck me - at least one session of which she videoed - and fucked me herself three different times. The other was a remarkable Top full of intriguing stories about his life, but what made him amazing was that, somehow, he was able to use my nipples to bring me to multi climaxes. Nobody has ever been able to do that, my nips aren’t even wired that way. I have no idea how he did it. So, I can’t complain that I didn’t get fucked at IML. But my experience was not like that described by other people, and I suspect that IML is simply not an event for people like me who aren’t socially fluid or already plugged into the related networks. I probably won’t go again, but at least I gave it a try.

Would have to vote for bottoming raw, and eating ass ... DEEP. Also have to throw in having my hole eaten deeply and aggressively too, especially overflowing with loads, while I'm deep throating all the ass juices off of every cock breeding me. Sorry ... just a greedy pig.

I’ve learned to love when Men spit in my mouth. At first I thought it was a bit weird. But now I yearn for it each time I’m getting fucked. 🥰 Especially when it’s a stranger. I feel like it’s more Male DNA I get to absorb, along with his load of course.

I’m noticing a decline in number and quality of posts as well. I don’t even post as much. I like to hear about real guys experiences to get off or just educate myself. But all these exaggerated, clearly fiction posts mess up the vibe. Way too much attention whoring in here. I also think it’s a generational thing. I would guess most of the people who use the side of generation X. We were not raised with the pigginess of the 70s or with prep. We were raised to be afraid of sex so a lot of things we wanted to do we can only fantasize about. So we got into the habit of going on the Internet and talking without ever actually having to deliver. These are the same guys who would sit on A4A way back when, and invent new reasons as to why they could never meet. Eventually guys just got tired and it killed the site. Also, Gen X were the main ones pushing to ingratiate themselves with straight society in hopes of gaining acceptance. So a lot of the topics that come up alot really have no experienced, have no interest or have never done it. They are just on here looking for their particular niece or a fetish in there out. Hopefully guys don’t get apathetic and it hurts this site as well because although I don’t agree with a lot of stuff on the site I think it’s very informative and fun at times.

Very hot…. Leaking cum from reading this

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_kINJgftUFoCL This is the way I roll with a horny top! He said I want you to nut inside me!

Use condoms when you fuck her and bareback only with men...

Are you on PrEP? If so keep on being a cumdump.

I couldn't tell what I should do. I knew I could never fuck bareback again. It was dangerous. It was wrong. People would judge me and think I was a whore and I'd never get a boyfriend if people knew because they would talk about me barebacking with guys. So, I was a "good boy." I tried hard not to hook up because I was picky, but also because I didn't want people to think any of that stuff. I didn't mess around with anyone for a few weeks. I still went out with my friends and got drunk and danced, but I was a "good boy." One night I was out dancing and I met this hot guy. Shorter than me, tight body. Probably 5'8" and just ripped - Ripped Boy. I was into him and we danced and drank and he wanted to hook up, but his friend was from out of town and single and he didn't want to hook up if his friend didn't. I thought, he is such a nice guy. I said, "Give me a second." I grabbed this cute guy and pulled him into our dancing group. I kissed him and asked his name, turns out he's a Navy Boy. I told him our dilemma and he agrees to go dance with the friend and they hit it off. Next thing I know, Navy Boy is back over to me and says, "I just felt that guy's cock and it's huge. I bottomed last night and I'm still sore. I'm not sure I should go home with him." I am so accommodating and sweet and really want to get fucked by the Ripped Boy that I say, "It's no big deal. Let's all go to Ripped Boy's place and hang out and see what happens." Navy Boy agrees. As we leave the bar I see Navy Guy is really sexy and that Ripped Boy's friend is attractive but not in Navy Boy's league. I was nervous that they wouldn't hook up and Ripped Boy and I would then not hook up. LOL. We all pile in Ripped Boy's car and his friend and Navy Boy are in the backseat. I see the friend open Navy Boy's zipper as they make out. Ripped Boy stops to get gas, Navy Boy runs inside for cigarettes and the friend says we should get condoms. Ripped Boy agrees and then Navy Boy comes back with some beer and cigarettes and Ripped Boy says let's get some booze too. So we all get in the car and hit this late night store and I run in and get some vodka. Back out and in the car. Now the Navy Boy has his shirt off in the back seat and Ripped Boy says, "You got my friend a total hottie. Thanks." Off to the house. We get inside and Ripped Boy and I go to the kitchen, make out, he plays with my ass as I make the drinks. Spilling some when he plays with my crack through my jeans. We get back to the living room and Navy Boy is in his briefs making out hard with the friend. Ripped Boy says, "No fair. You should get naked too." He grabs at my jeans as I hand the guys their drinks and put ours down. I let him undo my jeans and I am in my boxers and I take off my t shirt. I straddle Ripped Boy's lap just like Navy Boy was to his friend and make out with him. It's getting really hot and I am hard as fuck. Navy Boy and I kiss some too. Navy Boy asks loudly, "Hey, you're a bottom right?" I said yes. Ripped boy slips his hands into my boxers and rubs my asshole some. Navy Boy has finished his drink and into the kitchen we go so I can make him another one. He slips my boxers down and rubs his cock on my ass. He says, "You have a hot ass. Can I fuck you?" I said, "Sure, but I'm with Ripped Boy tonight." Navy Boy grabs some salad oil off the kitchen counter and rubs some on my crack and hole. He fingers me and says, "Please." At this point the other guys come in and the friend says, "I bet we all fuck College Boy (me) tonight." Ripped Boy walks over to me and takes the salad oil and says "Does this feel good?" I laughed and said, "Sorta." He kisses me and lubes up Navy Boys cock with the salad oil and says, "Fuck College Boy." I spread my legs and kiss Ripped Boy, not thinking of anything but how turned on I was. Next thing I know, Navy Boy's cock is slipping inside me. I moaned and then the friend kisses me and Navy Boy is resting his cock in my ass. I'm making out with Ripped Boy and the friend as Navy Boy starts to go to town on my ass. Navy Boy and the friend start kissing and the friend takes off his clothes and Ripped Boy bends me over more to suck his cock. I'm sucking his cock and Ripped Boy says to his friend, "I told you we didn't need them." I have no idea what they are talking about. I'm sucking cock and getting fucked. I'm in heaven. After a few minutes, Navy Boy tightens up and says, "I'm gonna cum." Now I realize, Navy Boy who got his ass wrecked last night by some random dude is in me bareback. I can't do anything much because he started cumming in my ass as I am still sucking cock and realizing we never used a condom. I take his load and then Navy Boy pulls out and he and the friend grab their drinks and head back to the living room. Ripped Boy is fingering my ass now as we share a drink. I am so shocked that I just let another random guy bareback me. I turned to Ripped Boy and say, "OMG! That was so slutty. I didn't know we weren't using a condom." Ripped Boy takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. He sits me on his bed and I can feel Navy Boy's cum in my ass. He climbs on top of me and we are making out so hard. My cock is so hard because I had a load in my ass and was with this hot guy. He spreads my legs and says ur ass is still so slick from the oil and Navy Boy's cum. Blushing I say, "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know." Ripped Boy turns me over and rubs his cock on my ass crack. He says, "Do you need more lube?" I said, "No. I think I'm good." He slicks his cock up with the oil on my ass and slides his bare cock in me. I said, "Fuck that's hot." He said, "My cock in you feels really good." He fucked me good for about 10-15 minutes. Then he said, "I'm going to cum in your ass." I said, "Do it. I want your load." I took his load and he slipped out of my ass. He slapped my ass and said, "You are a hot fuck." Ripped Boy and I made out some more and fell asleep. I woke up with him fucking me early in the morning. After a while on my side, I turned on my back and spread my legs for him. I noticed his friend watching us from the doorway and stroking his cock. Ripped Boy came in my ass again and fell asleep. I got up to go to the bathroom and I came out and saw the friend on the couch in the living room stroking his cock. I asked where Navy Boy was and he said, "He went back home." I said, "Navy Boy was hot." He thanked me for hooking them up and said I was hot too. I walked over to the couch as we talked. He had a 9" cock. I said, "You have a big cock man." He said, "Too bad Navy Boy didn't want to get fucked. You looked like you like getting fucked by Navy Boy and Ripped Boy." I blushed and said, "I did." I asked me if there was lube in the bathroom and I said yes and went to get it for him. I came back and squirted some on his cock and rubbed it all over his cock. He pulled me on top of him and we kissed and I straddled him. He said, "You like cock don't you? Why don't you sit on mine." I got shy and said, "We don't have a condom." He said, "You haven't used one yet tonight." He was right. I was a cum dump for two guys already that night. I gave in and he pushed his cock against my hole as I leaned back down on it. He said, "Ride my raw cock bitch." I did. I rode him and made out with him until he was close and he said, "Take my load slut." I sat down on his cock and felt him explode in me. He just kept coming. I was so turned on I came on his chest. He loved it. I eased off him and cum for three different guys slipped out of my ass and down my thighs. I was so turned on and so scared of what I had just done. Not just one guy, I had let three different guys bareback my ass in one night and I had taken their cum. I went back to bed with Ripped Boy and fell back asleep. We got up and he drove me back to my apartment. I found out on the ride that he had a boyfriend. I was kind of shocked and said, "But you just fucked me bareback and came in my ass twice. How can you have a boyfriend?" He said that I was so hot he had to have me. I blushed and we exchanged numbers and he said, "Can I see you again when my boyfriend is out of town?" I said, "Yes." I got out of the car and he called out, "College Boy, come back." I walked back the few steps and he kissed me hard and asked if I'd let his friend fuck me too. I said yes. He said, "You're so hot," and he drove away. I went upstairs to my apartment and said I swore I'd never see him again because he was a cheater. I also swore that I'd be better about using condoms. I had to be, right? No guy wants to be boyfriends with a slut, right? I said, never again to both barebacking and seeing Ripped Boy. I did see Ripped Boy again a few times, but I made him wear condoms. He said he understood. We stopped fucking when his boyfriend figured out he was fucking me. I might have kept my promise about making Ripped Boy use condoms, but I did get barebacked again. But, that is another story.