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Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. Another short one, but since I'm still working on the last chapter it may get longer. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. Part 1 Tom and I had been together for six years and had been living together for four. Both of us were in our early thirties (33 for me, 32 for him) and we complemented each other. He was the outgoing, social one and I was close to being an introvert. I stood in the back and observed and then jumped in when I felt comfortable. He was fashionable and kind of fit the smooth gym bunny stereotype and I was the slightly hairy, nerdy guy with glasses and a beard. I was in IT guy, after all. The sex was what made it really work. He was a bottom with a hot ass and some amazing muscle control. We both could get aggressive in bed, or wherever we were fucking, and he liked feeling my thick eight inches pounding into his ass until he got filled with my cum. I liked being on top and while I had bottomed a few times, I didn't really enjoy it. We opened our relationship a year ago after drooling over some other guys at the bar. I think the conversation went something like me asking Tom "You've been staring at that guy for the past hour. Do you want a free pass to go see if he wants your sexy butt?" and him replying "Only if you go find some hole to tap too." He went home with the guy and wandered back home about ten the next morning. I spent the rest of the night plunging my dick into four different guys in the restroom. The last one was our friend Dennis, the city's horniest ginger cub. The last time I fucked Dennis was right before I met Tom and once my dick was back into his ass all those memories came flooding back. "What's the deal? Did you two break up or finally open your relationship?" Dennis asked after we made our way back to the bar to order something to quench our thirst. "I think we're trying to see if we're ok screwing other guys and then going back home together" I replied. "Except he left with the other guy and you stayed here trying to fuck every slut that bent over in the bathroom" he said, winking at me. "I didn't hear you complain when my dick went back in your ass after all these years. How many loads did I sink my dick into? You were pretty fucking sloppy... I would have lasted longer if it didn't feel so good with all those stranger's loads in you" I replied. "Five and then yours for six. I hope that's not the last time that happens" Dennis said before giving me a quick kiss and going home. The next morning when Tom came home, we had some of the most amazing sex. That evening at dinner we both agreed that open was the way to go and that we'd tell each other if we found we were getting too attached to our other partners. Little did I know that wasn't going to be the problem. Getting attached was never a problem for me since, other than Dennis and Tom, I didn't really fuck the same guy more than a couple times. It was a big advantage of being a top around here, since there were so many bottoms. Sometimes we'd tell each other about our hookups and other times we didn't. I think it was the good ones we talked about more, but if one of us had tried something new we'd see if the other one might be into it too. One night Tom came back a lot sooner than I expected. It kind of pissed me off since I was still looking for some hole to drill. "What happened?" I asked. "Dude told me he was poz now, right as he shoved his dick in me. It killed the mood for me and I got dressed and left" Tom said. I shook my head and replied "He should have told you that before you got naked. Were you going to play safe?" I asked. We both preferred to fuck bareback and we did with guys we knew well, but otherwise covered up. Well, he did... I think. Guys like Dennis I knew were poz, but they were undetectable and I never hesitated to fuck him bare. Tom's friend Patrick was the same, undetectable and had filled Tom's ass numerous times. "We had fucked several times before and the last couple were bare, but he was neg then" Tom replied. "Maybe. When was your last hookup with him? Do you know when he converted?" I asked. "About a month ago was our last fuck. I didn't stick around to discuss how and when he got pozzed" Tom replied, sounding a little disgusted that we were even talking about it. "Not much time between your hookups, then. He might have been poz the last time you fucked. It's about time for our regular tests anyway. How about tomorrow?" I asked. Unfortunately, Tom's mood ended any thoughts that I could fuck and fill him with my own load. Worse, I didn't think I could leave him for a hookup that night either, so I went to bed horny as fuck. For the first time, Tom was nervous when we hit the clinic to get our blood tests done. He wasn't much fun to be around and an even worse fuck that night. Dennis was happy to fill in when I decided I didn't want to fuck my boyfriend until his attitude improved. I guessed that would be when he got the test results in a few days. Indeed, when the results came back negative for both of us, he was back to his old self. I wondered how long that was going to last. Six weeks later he was freaked out again. Another negative test result and then two months later there was another freak out. I told him he was being a drama queen, packed some things and walked out with my suitcase full of a weeks worth of clothes. A hundred messages came from him, begging me to come back. After a few days I told him to meet me at a cafe to talk.

Super proud of my canyonized hole and how obviously heavily used it is, even at rest. it's a gash, not a hole.

With all the talk about time wasting, and fantasy posts, I decide to make a post about getting laid in real life. As a caveat, when say say “not fucking” it’s the same as “not worth the effort.” Of course their are always exceptions, but why spend life chasing exceptions? Of course this is all based on my experience and generalizations. I would like to hear others experiences. It’s always fun to get tips and hints from others! Who Isn’t Fucking: Everytime Guy-This is the guy who is always online or at the cruising spot. Mostly because he’s picky as hell and never finds what’s he’s looking for. Hot Unsuccessful Straight Guy-These are guys who fucked a lot of girls when they were younger. Now their older, and women require them to produce, they can’t. But they’re so use to the attention, they’ll take it anywhere they can get it. Often, these are the “jo only” guys or guys who sit in their cars at known cruising spots. They secretly hate the gay men and what their doing. They value attention, not really men, and it will be mission trying to get anything action out of them. Has a BF of The Same Type-Seen this lots of times. For example, if a white guy wants to fuck, and has a black BF, I usually decline. I’ve heard the same from bear types. Yeah these guys may fuck, but it’s not worth the hoops if they have a jealous BF whose identity is tied to who they are in a relationship with. Self Described Twink Over 40-These guys will always see themselves as the 20 year old version of themselves. They’re on an eternal quest to turn back the clock, and are gonna mess only with guys that give them that lost magic. Complete basket cases The 4-Play Guy-Dudes kiss, suck, rub, and do anything else to make you forget theirs no fucking. Guys who want to fuck usually say so or do out front. Who Is Fucking: Successful Married Man-Successful men, especially straight, have plenty of sexual options. Especially good looking ones. If they are online, cruising etc it’s because they want to be. Younger Men-I mean of age. The Older Nerd/“INCEL”-These guys have usually tried and failed to get the attention of women. They’re over it and eager to try something new and feel appreciated. The Hot Guy-I’ve always said hot guys are easier to talk too. They usually have low ego’s and are very secure. The 6:00 Guy-If a guys hitting you up after work or looking for sex, he wants to fuck. He has other options but he’s choosing you or to be in that location. Go for it!

As a bottom who is trying to fully submit to my tops/superiors/masters I am actively now trying to follow the instruction I was given by a top in the sauna last week. I had just arrived at the sauna and it was much quieter than normal. When this happens I normally head to a raised platform area in the darkroom. After you go up two or three steps, there is a half wall where the bottoms stand against and look over the side. The tops walk up behind the bottoms and fuck them. Bareback obviously. This system let's the tops see how many bottoms are available and who is currently being fucked. Obviously some tops want to fuck a fresh cummy hole whereas others want to be the first. I was standing there for about a minute when I felt a finger probe my lubed hole. I always pre lube so that the top can enter me without any problems and I take it as my responsibility to be ready. As he started to force his cock into my hole, I turned my head back to see him when he forcefully pushed my head back to the front. He told me that it was none of my business who was fucking me. That is why I am there and to show him respect. I quickly apologised and made sure he was satisfied. He forcefully fucked me to reiterate his point that I was the hole and he was the top. As he came inside me he put me in a neck lock and held me in that position for a few minutes after he came. He held his arm around my neck for some time after he came, giving thrusts every so often to reiterate his point again. When he released me he told me that I had been seeded and that I must show submission to all tops. I was thinking about this recently and I have realized that when I am being forcefully fucked or held down or restrained by the top, for a few moments I love him. He is my world and I must satisfy him. I do not know what he looks like but I must take his seed.

Adding yet to another wild sexual adventure with my HOT husband! Sunday morning early we both had finished our crazy work weeks and were horny and smoked a bowl. Our current apartment while nice has the insulation of a cardboard box and fucking loudly at night while we’ve done it can’t be overdone. We both looked at each other and said “Bathhouse”? Then the questions was which one? The clean pretty boy place or the sleazier wild place. We both laughed and said, this isn’t even a decision. My husband asked me what my mood or desire was and after a bowl of intense T I responded my piggy bottom side tonight. He said noted and we began to put together a bag with the usual leather restraints, wrist, ankle, collar and leashe and harness. Several dildos and LUBE. He said he would be in charge of the chemical recreation. And off we went. It must have been about 3am and we got our room in this old bathhouse with funky old rooms but large screen TV’s playing decent porn. I went to take a shower and returned to find hubby with everything out for me. I put everything on and we discovered hooks over the bed above what could be called a headboard. He told me to lay back and put my legs up and he attached the hooks and rope to my ankles. I could already feel my anticipation of taking a lot of dick! My husband kissed me deeply and told me I was HOT, handsome and he loved me to pieces. THe added that is why I got you something special. He pulled out a couple of loaded syringes and said his dealer told him this was awesome stuff for slamming and I did try a little before and can say it’s AMAZING! I asked him how much he was giving me and he just grinned and said you’ll soon find out. He later told me it was 3.5 MUCH more than I usually use. In a very hot and loving act he sat next to me and tied off my arm. He swapped my arm and said, “ I want you to let go and have as much fun as you want, I’ll be here or close by if you need me for anything! I want you to let go and be as piggy as I know you can be!” With that he inserted the needle and register and pulled the entire contents into my arm. I could feel the heat rushing up my arm and that wonderful cough which was intense. I get the rush of heat encircle my cock and then hit my asshole like a hot kiss. I was on fire. Hubby reached how and kissed me while lubing up my ass with a few fingers and he asked me what I wanted . All I could say was FUCK ME FUCK ME. He inserted my favorite dildo a black 10” manhandled that actually has a handle on it. It’s fat and smooth and hits the spot. I was riding it like I was on a bucking bronco. I couldn’t even focus on the TV and porn it was all a blur. My husband stepped away and opened the door. In less than 20 seconds a very handsome guy in this 40’s stopped and stepped in and said fucking HOT. He grabbed my husband and said are you a friend and he said no I’m his husband and you’re free to use him if you like. The man said that is fucking HOT! I barely remember him being very tall and had a big hairy chest. He dropped his towel and was sporting a half hard 8.5 cut cock that was very thick. He took hold of the leashe and pulled me forward and said, Your husband gave me permission to use you faggot, start sucking!” And I wolfed his fat cock down like a starving animal on a tit. He started fucking the dildo into me and said how hot I could take the hole thing. He pulled out of my mouth and pulled out the dildo and stepped into the middle of my legs. Ready bitch he said and then slammed his whole cock into me at once. I let out of yell and he said take and I said yes Sir please rape my faggot hole. He went full force fucking me and adding a hot verbal assault. It was then that my husband came over and kissed my forehead and said you boys play nice and he walked out and shut the door. The guy fucking me said you two are outrageously hot, now that we are alone I can really use your hole. I want to fuck your husband while you are tied up and watch! I nodded in agreement and this evil grin came over his face. He speeded up his pace of fucking me and shot his load in me! I figured he would just dump and leave but having the door closed gave him cover. He pulled out and shoved his cock into my mouth and said clean it up faggot. He reached behind and took a look at my collections of dildos and pulls and found the large plug that is also a vibrator. He shoved it in and found the remote. He turned it on and I went wild. He unhooked my legs and told me to kneel in front of him! He was a HOT muscled guy with soft light brown hard on his chest and abs and a little on his legs. He had hot arms and a beautiful ass which he showed me as he bent over for me to eat his ass out. I was in heaven as I ate his ass he played with the intense settings on the vibrating butt plug driving me crazy. He flipped over and shoved his cock in my mouth and said you are such a hot bad boy. He had noticed that my husband had brought my leather paddle and he picked it up and said, we should let all those hot guys coming in to fuck you next that you are a nasty bad boy and with that he laid his first smack on my face which stung and felt good. He knew how to hit hard enough to make it sting but not be awful pain. He noticed that I was getting hard, a common occurrence when I am spanked and it turned him on. After 20 smacks he got me up onto the bed and tied my legs back and was marveling at his handy work. I could see in the mirror in front of me that my ass was bright red. He said I’l be back later to claim that fuck of your husband’s ass. And he left and opened the door. Over the next hour or two there were many guys that came in or walked by I was fucked my about 7 that I remember. A few hot bottoms came in and played double dildo with me which was HOT. My husband walked in when I guy was just finished with me and winked. He closed the door and took my restraints down and we started to cuddle. He inserted 3 fingers and said wow you are a cum whore and I reached around and put a finger in to find a hot glob of cum inside and said someone was lucky. He said yeah a hot 25 year old got me in the glory holes. He reached down and picked up the double headed dildo and inserted it into his ass and then mine and we rode it together for some time, bending it so we could sit looking forward and kiss. After some recovery time he said ready for a bump up? I grinned like a 5 year old and said yes, He pushed me back onto the bed and lifted my legs and attached them to the restraints. He followed the last process and administered another breath taking slam. He left the double headed dildo in me and once again said, have fun I‘ll be back. He opened the door and I laid there in bed flying and fucking the hell out of my hole with that big dildo. I know there were at least a half a dozen guys over the next hour that came through and fucked me. I was having a wild night. Some guys, the nastier ones would close the door, while others liked being watched. I could the look of a very hot black guy who was in the room next to me. He never came into the room but he would stop and a couple of times I caught his eye and he would just smile and wink. After the last guy left I had a little reprieve. That’s when the black hunk came over and said, wow you’ve been quite popular tonight and began to stroke my chest and tweet my nipples. He told me I was a hot guy and that the fact that I was older but in great shape and so free with my expression of sex was an inspiration to him. He told me he was 42 and just retired from the military so a lot of his sexual energy had to be repressed and all this “kink” was kind of new to him but he loved it. Then in what felt like a total 180 for someone who just told me he was a kink newbi he asked me if I liked enemas? He said it’s my fetish and honestly I like fucking a clean ass. He said He had all the equipment next door if I was game. I said well only my husband has every done it but I thought it that’s what it takes to get his hunk’s dick so be it. He got up and had never taken his towel off and he then opened it and flashed what looked like a horse cock of over 10.5. He said don’t worry I am sure you can take it. As he left in a vey sexy nonchalant way said, your are partying aren’t you? I said yes of course, With that he left and but before he took down my legs from the restraints. He also asked me to close the door until he came back. Within a few minutes he was back with a fill enema bag and a couple of big butt plugs. His noddle was different as they were the butt plugs that inflated at the ends and then detached from the nozzle as not to leak. It had a separate release valued. He closed the door as said for now that’s best. He had me get on all fours and then hooked my wrists to my ankle restraints it was quite hot and I could see myself at a side view in the mirror in front of me. He hooked the bag on a hook above the bed and inserted the large butt plug and it was big and tight. It felt wonderful but stretched my hole. He attacked a pump bulb and gave it several pumps of air which made it even tighter. I felt stuffed and he asked if I was ok. He then went over and opened the door which was a little startling. I mean I was a pig but I usually don’t do this in public. He came over and whispered you ready for a nice ride and with that he let go of the control value and warm water started to rush into my guts. That’s the moment this soft talking gentle giant turned wild dominant military man in a nano second. His verbal was hot and nasty telling me he was washing out my faggot as so he could use with his big black cock. He took hold of my leashe and pushed his cock into my face and said kiss it. Get it nice and hard and I am going to rape your pretty white ass. It was then the real contents of the back hit me and I let out a gasp and moan. He came close and said yeah faggot you got a whole .50 in that entire bag and I’ll decide when you let it out! I was so fucking horny and just wanted as much cock as I could take for days. He told me to open my mouth and he shoved my cock into my mouth and I was so hot and open I took the whole this without a problem. His cock was beautiful and I couldn’t get enough of it. He leaned forward and smacked my ass. I thought here we go again, it brings the nasty out of me. By now there is crowd of guys watching and stroking. He picked up my paddle and said discipline is always required to maintain order. And he let go of a stream of whacks that we’re pushing my line between pain and pleasure. He noticed I was getting hard and made a point to the other guys to say men this is a true faggot pig that gets hard when his ass it beat. After I am done with him you all can fuck the hell out of this clean pig. Once the enema was empty he removed the hose and unhooked my wrist from my ankles and sternly said get on your knees faggot. I responded yes Sir and he continued his verbal assault while my bright red ass faced the door and all the hot guys jacking. He asked me how my ass felt and I said full. He laughed yes and you’ll keep it that way for now and he shoved his cock back in me and started to fuck my face. His verbal and heavy thrusting was incredible but hard to breathe. After some banter and my begging to release the enema he relented. He said he wanted everyone to see my red ass anyway. And with that he he hooked my wrist behind my back and said get up and with that he walked me through a full bathhouse towards the bathroom and showers. He pushed me into a stall and mind you some guys had followed us. He reached down and deflated the plug and pulled it out and a lot of water gushed out of me. He pushed me all the way down on the toilet and then shoved his cock into my mouth. He was equally verbal with his description of him fucking my face while I was emptying my guts. He noted I had an audience. I knew I had reached a new level of submission as I felt this hot nasty sense of being slightly humiliated. The saving grace for me was I was clean expect for the amounts of cum that flowed out of me. When I was done he took me by the showers for a quick rinse off and then paraded me back wrist restrained back to my room. He laid me on my back and raised my legs and attached the hooks. I was shaking with excitement and flying from the Tina enema. He stroked his cock and lubed it up and said seeing me restrained was the hottest thing he’d ever done and was going to take full advantage. He stuck one then two and three thick fingers in me with lots of lube. I was nervous as I don’t think I have had that big of a cock but he handed me the popper and said take a few hits and you’ll be fine. He then slowly inserted his massive cock until it was all the way in. I had taken about 3 hits of poppers and was flying. He looked down and said , show time and began to pump my hole slowly but steady and he started his verbal assessment of my ass. He said it was hot and still tight despite the fact that I was a whore and taking dick all night. He told the guys watching to come closer they did. He said watch boys how a man fucks another man. And with that he began to pound my ass and I was out of my mind. I was begging him to fuck me and he was moaning and telling me to take his big fat black cock. He fucked me for a good 10 minutes and invited some of the guys to get on the bed next to me and one on either side taking turns fucking my mouth. He said, yeah faggot take all the cock you can. When I am done all these horny guys are going to rape your hole. He intensified his breathing and verbal and said you take my fucking load you nasty bitch and then let out a huge moan as he empty a huge load in me. After he collected himself he pulled out and told the few guys there in the room that I was all theirs. He walked out and closed the door leaving 4 horny young men ready to take their position for fuck my hole. Shortly thereafter my husband came back in to check on me and I told him what happened with the black guy and he chuckled and said he actually was watching. I asked him if he was having fun and said yes and watching me was part of the fun. We kissed and made out for a few minutes with the door open and the HUNK from my first fuck showed up and commented on the happy couple kissing. He said well I am here to claim my part of the bargain and my husband interject and said what might be and he said you ass! He got up and strutted around like a peacock and said damn I am the lucking one tonight. He came in and closed the door and said if it’s ok with you guys I would prefer a little privacy. He came over to me and got between my legs and shoved his cock into my hole and said fuck your all nice and slowly but you had your fun with me last time and he grabbed my husband’s ass and said you ready. He said I need a little “motivation” if you know what I mean. And the HUNK responded whatever makes you horny I’m fine with . He unhooked my legs and gently moved me to the corner of the bed. He reached for a large dildo and pushed it into my ass and had me sit up a little. He hooked my wrist together so I could jack my cock and he added ok you stay there. He removed my ankled restraints and with a movie star smile said I am going to borrow these. He told my husband to lay dow where I had been and my husband produced his rig ready to launch and the guy just grinned and said FUCK YEAH. He attached the ankle restraints to my husbands ankles and then pulled his legs back and attached them to the ropes, spreading his legs and ass open. He asked my husband if he needed any help with his slam and my husband said when I tell you too release the tie. Like a pro he found a great vein and inserted the needle, registered and then slammed in the meth. The guy removed the tourniquet and my husband let out a deep sigh and cough and started to rub his nipples and cock and said oh please fuck me and the HUNK went down on his ass and started a deep ass eating. It was HOT to watch and my husband was delirious, its one of his favorite things after what seemed like minutes the hunk came up and laid his body onto my husbands and started to kiss him deeply and passionately. I was enthralled with what I was watching this intense night of mad crazed fucking was turning into the hottest and most beautiful expression of male bonding and one of the men was my husband. During this intense and passionate kissing they both were moaning and rubbing against each other like they were on fire and that’s when the HUNK sunk his fat 8.5 inches into my husband HOT fuck hole. I was in a trance watching and riding my dildo and thinking of his cock and he reached our without missing a step with my husband and grabbed my cock which was rock hard in a beautiful gesture to include me. I gasped from the heat of his hand the intense electrical energy they both were giving off. He fucked my husband for what felt like 15 minutes and said he was ready and moaned loudly and emptied his nut into my husbands ass which caused him to have one of the biggest anal orgasm I’ve ever heard him have. No hands and he erupted all over himself. At that point this big hand that had hold of my penis began to jerk me rapidly as he came closer to me and instructed me to ride my dildo harder and deeper! That didn’t take much instruction as I was hotter than hell and I came so hard I thought I would pass out. The HUNK took my husbands legs down and we all laid there in a sweaty cum filled pile. After a few minutes I took his face in my hands and started to kiss him full tongue deeply and he reciprocated. After we broke I thanked him for one of the most hottest and most beautiful experiences. He said I would love to get together again. I said well husband there is still flying and the day is still long and he said you both are welcome to come to my place I have a nice little play room downstairs in my home! Little was an extreme understatement. We got showered and followed him to his beautiful home with a huge and yet intimate playroom with a sling, St Andrews Cross, a large leather covered bed and a couple of fuck tables. He also had a very expensive fucking machine which my husband couldn’t wait to try. He tied him up to one of the fuck tables and gave him the remove with a fat 9 inch dildo and said we will be over here. He laid me in the sling and attached the ankle and wrist restraints and went to town eating my ass he was fucking amazing at it and then came up with an evil grin and said nothing but sink his fat cock into me and said you turn now. We spent the day playing with each other and toys and watching porn. He brought down fruit and coffee and we made the perfect new friend with LOTS of benefits

I was traveling this past weekend to visit a friend who lives in Rehoboth and passed by Harrisburg, PA on my way through. There's a sex shop off the highway that I've always seen but never stopped in, but this time I was determined to check it out. When I arrived, there were 2 other cars there. I assumed one belonged to the worker and the other was a customer, so I figured maybe I'd at least to get suck one cock. I went inside and saw the video arcade immediately to the left. It took bills so I didn't even walk up to the guy at the counter, just ducked in to the left and started looking around. It was somewhat dark inside, and I noticed the booths were "buddy booths" where each booth had 1 screen to the left and the right and a small cubby area where you could stand to stroke your cock, either privately or to put on a show for your neighbor. I didn't see anyone else around so I ducked into a nearby booth, took the screen to the left, and put in a dollar. Scrolling through the videos, I found a nice one of a hot bear getting plowed raw by a muscular daddy. I pulled out my cock and started rubbing it when I saw a guy come into my booth and take the screen to the right. He was older, maybe late 50s/early 60s, grey and average build. He eyed up my (8" cut) cock as I was stroking it and pulled his own out. Seeing his daddy cock lit the hunger in me, I zeroed in my focus on his dick and licked my lips before getting down on my knees and taking it into my mouth. I was so horny, on my knees jerking my dick with a fat cock in my mouth where anyone could walk up on us. After a few moments of hungrily devouring his cock, he pulled me up to him to kiss me deep. I turned around and stepped back in the cubby space on my side of the booth, showing him my ass. He came up close behind me and bit down gently on my neck while he was rubbing my hole with his finger. I reach back and found his cock, positioning it at my pussy. He rubbed the head around but didn't seem to indicate that he wanted to fuck. I was a little disappointed but still turned on. Just then, another man came walking into our booth and found me up against the wall with my pants down, and another man behind me with his pants down as well. He assumed I was getting fucked, and said how hot it was. He was pretty hot- tan, fit, maybe early-mid 40s with short dark hair. Wearing a dark blue polo tucked into tan khakis, he looked like he was on his way home from work. He unzipped his fly and whipped out his cock, it was beautiful. About 8", cut, big low hanging balls, nice dark bush. I immediately turned around and bent over, sucking it into my mouth while the man behind me continued to rub his cock on my hole. The new guy still thought I was getting fucked and was asking him about how my ass felt, was I tight, was he fucking me good, etc. I was a bit coy and didn't wanna disappoint him, so I just kept sucking his dick and licking his balls. He kept calling me boy and himself daddy - it was really turning me on. He bent down to whisper in my ear how he wanted to bring me back to his house and breed the fuck out of my hole. At one point another, older man came upon our little scene but 'daddy' was being kind of protective over me and not letting him join in, only watch. Honestly that turned me on even more with him acting like I was his property after only knowing me for a few minutes. The new older guy was enjoying the show at least, and kept egging the other two on. They all commented on how much of a slut I was and how much i loved getting used by these strangers in a sex shop. Eventually, the man behind me got a bit tired or something and kind of stopped playing with my hole. I stood up straight to stretch a bit and daddy got down on his knees and took my dick in his mouth. Normally I don't like to cum first until I've satisfied my tops, but this guy was hot and I wanted to please him, so I gave him my load all over his face like he wanted. I was pretty bummed when he zipped up and left pretty quickly after that - I looked for him after, but he was gone. I really wanted his dick in me. Probably about 15 minutes had passed with the three of us in the booth. I walked back out after straightening my clothes and noticed a few more guys lingering about the common area. Two were guys of hispanic descent and the third was a muscle white guy in an orange tank top. Even though I had just cum I was still horny and determined to get at least 1 load before I hit the road. Walked into the bathroom briefly to look in the mirror and blow my nose (was running a bit from deep throating daddy's big dick) and headed back out. I didn't see the muscle stud, so I ducked into a booth and started rubbing my dick through my shorts. Before long, one of the latino guys came up in my booth and wasted no time pulling out his cock. It was nice and hard, cut, about 6". Wanting to get to the point, I got right on my knees and started sucking. From the corner of my eye, I saw him motioning with his hand like he was beckoning someone else over. Suddenly, the muscle stud came up next to him and I was so happy - i wanted him badly. I started rubbing the front of his shorts and felt a nice bulge. The latino guy was positioning himself back behind me in the cubby area, and starting to play with my hole while I freed the muscle man's cock from his pants. I gasped at how thick it was, and how big his balls were. It wasn't the longest cock, but its girth and his giant balls were incredible. "It's so big..." i said. "Yea" was all he said in response. I bent over and took in my mouth while the latino guy took this chance to briefly eat out my hole. Soon, I felt his cock at my entrance. Without asking, or any mention of condoms or status, he slid in my ass raw and started to fuck me. I was tight and taken a bit by surprise, but also extremely turned on at being used like this, so I pulled up a bit and leaned all my weight fully against the muscle stud's strong chest as I took his friend's quick thrusts up my hole. Muscle boy pulled me up for a kiss, which was surprisingly tender, as his latino friend started to pick up the pace in my hole. After a minute or two, he started to cum in me, again with asking or saying anything. When he was done, he turned me around so my back and ass were facing the muscle stud, and pulled my head down on his nipples to suck. He whispered in my ear to "hold my pussy open for his dick" as I felt muscle dude moving up behind me to mount my ass. I was scared because of how big it was and how tight I was, but they didn't care. He slid into my used hole without waiting for permission and I started to moan pretty loudly with how thick it was. He started picking up his pace after a minute and I could feel his giant balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me. It was incredibly hot. After another minute or two, he announced he was getting ready to cum. He looked over to his friend who was in front of me, holding me as I got fucked, saying "gonna breed him". A few seconds later he let out several manly grunts and deposited his stud cum deep in my faggot pussy. Like a good whore I thanked them as they pulled up their pants and left me dripping cum in the booth. As I was walking out behind them, I saw them leaving together. Not sure if they're a couple, or just some buds that like to fuck sluts together, but either way it was the hottest double breeding i've had in a long time.

So true. At IML I got trapped into giving this guy a 20-minute rubdown after he walked into my hotel room where I was ass-up and couldn’t have been more obviously signaling ‘fuck’. He said, “I believe I’ll join you,” then stripped down like he was going to fuck me. Then he flopped himself down on the bed on his back (a bad sign) and said, “I give and take massages.” Goddamn it. I’m a service bottom so I just don’t tell a Top to hit the road, but it cost me an actual fuck when another guy came in, saw what was happening, and wisely left. I finally folded my hands, said, “I’m not a masseur,” and he took the point and went to inconvenience someone else.

Two loads in two hours Got horny early one morning and ended cruising local video arcade. Got fucked by a young black cub with an astoundingly thick cock. Bred me and must of pumped 12 shots of cum in my ass. Just kept hold my hips and shuddering and shaking while another wave hit him. Next was fucked by a muscle daddy who had a nice cock with a huge head. He asked if I had a load in me and when I said yes he spun me around, fingered my ass and smeared cum on his dick and then stuck it in. He fucked me quickly and came in just a minute. Felt great. When I left I was gapping open and dripping cum down my legs.

This is me after an hour-long fuck. I’m not dripping because the cum is so far up inside me it hasn’t had a chance to make it back out yet. I am… not hairless. I like to think that any man who sees this at the bathhouse considers it an open invitation.

In the not fucking section: The Basket Weaver, these are the guys that go to the baths and do nothing but look for something better than what is standing in front if them and end up doing nothing but, while, Basket Weaving.

I love to cheat on my husband. I’ll give or take loads on the side without him knowing. It’s such a turn on. We’ve played a little bit together but it’s always fun to do it without him knowing. Recently I’ve been withholding sex from him. Then I go fuck this hot bi married guy down the street. He’s always waiting naked and ass up. I walk in, rim his hole, sniff some poppers and slide my raw dick in. It’s so fun to pump him full of cum instead of my husband. Sometimes he breeds me too but he’s more of a bottom. Eventually when I do fuck my husband, I try to make sure I’ve fucked someone else. I love that he doesn’t know he’s cleaning someone’s ass juices from my dick. It makes me breed my husband even harder than normal. God I love being a slut!

I’m a burly bear and I love going to saunas. I guess I should get tested but I feel good and I love it raw. Sometimes there are guys who are funny about this but mostly when I drop my towel and see my hung meat beneath my manly belly they say “this time just for you – I need your meat in me raw”. The sauna I go to has a bar between the locker rooms and the cabins, slings and darkrooms. As I entered it I saw our local HIV testing centre had an outreach table run by a twink. As I passed I gave him a wink and he said “want an HIV test?”. I said “nah, love it raw, pounding holes and they love it – would be the same whatever the result”. He replied “but a big daddy like you needs to look after his health”. I laughed and said “good boy, but I need a twink to look after it for me while I sow my seed – and anyway – last time you were here three months ago I’m sure I saw you take it raw”. He smiled and said “I only take it raw here, love the hot guys and the dirtiness of doing it with a stranger. But we come every three months and I get tested with you guys so the lad I give my hole to at the end knows its clean”. I laughed and said “and you only get with the neg ones I imagine”. He laughed and said “well, I get pretty horny by the end seeing all the guys in just their towels but I do try to”. I replied “well good luck to you twink and walked off”. It was only an half an hour to the end of their session and I went to the cinema room for a bit to get me in the mood and then found a cabin. As usual I left the door open. It wasn’t long before the twink from the testing centre passed by in just a towel. The cabins are on a dead end so I knew he’d have to pass back. I took my towel off in readiness and started jerking my thick meat. He stopped when he passed the door and said “wow it’s even bigger than I imagined”. I winked and said “so you’ve been imagining this meat”. The twink said “I know it’s so dirty but the thought of trying out untested confident cock is making me so hard”. To prove the point he dropped his towel and his massive twinky cock sprang out and slapped against his abs I said “wow you are a dirty boy, but a neg one right?”. He replied “freshly tested but I didn’t think you’d care”. I asked him “and you come back and get tested in three months?” He nodded and said sadly “wish I could have more raw cock but there it is”. I told him that he could have my untested cock at any time in between. He smiled the biggest smile and said “thank u daddy” and knelt to suck my cock. I stood up so that he could see what a real, alpha looked like, slapped my cock in his face and let him suck it. He sucked like a pro! A nasty thought crossed my mind “so when you get your next HIV test and again in six months you’ll get your way and have tested me too”. He looked up and me and said “oh wow daddy, make me your HIV test!”. I said “I think it’s time we prepared that test”. I liked his hole and then aked “OK then twink, are you ready to go UNTESTED?”

I lied I got motivated and got it done today Across the shower, I heard Jalen cum inv Mark’s ass while Jamie beat his load into the drain while he finished lapping Jalen’s scrumptious ass. The two black power tops showered and took a moment to drain their cocks on us as we three sub sluts let their piss flow over us and then down the drain. After they left, the three of us showered separately until Mark got a hard on from fingering the loads from his ass. I was still horny. So, I asked him to fuck me under the shower while I sucked off Jamie. Pozzed Cheerleader 8 After we were done in the shower Ty and Jalen were just wrapping up. Ty looked at me and said, “I’ve had both you and your girl on my cock…you were better!” I smiled taking that as a compliment, but I knew his DNA was in me and I could almost bet mine was in him. Just by the law of transfer via Mark and Jamie a part of me was in Jalen too. I knew it was just a matter of time. The rest of the week was pretty much the same when I was not in class or practice. I was cruising one of the many hook-up spots on campus taking some anon cock in the mouth or ass. I lost count of the amount of cock I took that week in new or repeat form from Jalen and Ty to the copious amounts I was getting in the stalls. I knew one thing. I was not missing my ex and according to Ty and Jalen she was not missing me. She was spending an inordinate amount of time at the Alpha house. An all-black frat house on campus, who was known for fucking white girls and even some white bois. We had another home game that Saturday, and I got a call from George to wear the buttplug while I cheered on Saturday and to recruit another guy for Saturday night. There were going to be two new guys there as well as the first 4 that were there and Jamie was bringing Mark. I thought about Jalen since he loved getting his ass eaten so much. I thought it would be an easy conversion. After the game, Jamie and I cornered him in the locker room and got him to agree to show up. We lost again which was becoming the norm for our team. George came down to the field to talk to the coach, but he stopped by Jamie and I. We pointed out the new guys we were bringing. He seemed pleased with our choices. We all showered, stowed our gear and the 4 of us decided to go for a drink before the party. Jamie and I were mum on the details on the party, but assured them they would have a good time. We knocked on the suite door right at the time we were told to. Dan answered the door naked sporting a hefty hard on. Jalen looked at me with a look of “WTF did I get him into”. I just winked, smiled and led him into the suite. George, Dan, Mike and Javon along with two other black guys with some form so biohazard tats on them. I barely caught their names of Ali and Darrel before I had Ali’s 9inch prick in my mouth. George took an immediate liking to Jalen and had him naked with his ass up in the air with George licking and slowly fingering his black ass. I secretly hoped they did not fuck the agressive top out of him. I really enjoyed his red bull can sized cock. Jamie was sucking on Mike and Darrel. While Mark was naked and on the bed with Javon and Dan. Damn, these poz daddies work fast. I had Ali at full staff. He had a thick 9inch dark brown cock. While I was sucking him someone had been fingering my hole. They had two fingers with lube up my ass. Ali got up on the bed and ordered me to get on and ride his cock. I got up to ride him cowboy style with my hands on his sexy muscular chest, but he ordered me to ride him reverse cowboy style. I slid my cunted ass down his long pole. I stared Jalen dead in the eyes. I wanted him to see the pleasure on my face. Javon handed me a little brown bottle of poppers. I took a deep inhale and slowly rode Ali’s massive cock. My cock was rock hard and jutted out in front of me. Jamie was being spit-roasted between Mike and Darrel. Near him was Mark taking cock at each end from Javon and Dan. Jalen was still on the couch, but was grinding on George’s cock. His transformation was going as planned. The room wreaked of sex. The bottle of poppers found their way around to Jalen. He inhaled deep just as George aimed his cock into his hole. Jalen slowly lowered himself onto George’s big dick. He was acting as if he was in a trance. Almost like he was willing to allow himself to be forced down on George’s dong. He could not help himself. He was acting like a wanton slut. I have been there. I am there. All around the room every hole that was to be filled was filled with what I could only assume to be a poz cock. Adding Mark and Jalen to the poz club. I wondered when I was going to convert. I was beyond knowing who my poz daddy was going to be since I have taken so many loads in the last week. Ali flipped me over on my back and pounded his steely rod into me. Growling that he was going to knock me up. He was going to fuck all the bottom sluts in the room tonight, but he wanted me to have his first, his biggest load of the night. It was a 6-day poz load that he had been saving up just for me. He wanted to breed my ass ever since George had pointed me out at the beginning of the season as one of the boys they wanted to convert this year. They thought I would take a little more convincing than it did. They had no idea I was such a faggot slut for cock. I just moaned my approval and begged for his hot load. Jalen was bouncing up and down on George’s cock while his own protruding member leaked his last negative load. Mark was still being double-teamed as was Jamie. Mark and Jamie had been moved to the same bed and all four guys were rotating around the duo taking turns at fucking Mark’s ass then moving over to Jamie’s and then moving to Jamie’s mouth and so on. If they only could have put the duo on a turntable. Ali start pounding me even harder with steady strokes. I could tell he was getting ready to cum. I could even sense George was getting ready to fill Jalen up as well. Jalen was still riding George’s massive prick and George grabbed him pulling him and held him down while his cock exploded into Jalen’s unprotected ass. Jalen, without ever touching his cock exploded coating George’s face and chest. I jerked my cock a little, to prime the pump so to speak, and when Ali sprayed my insided with bad seed. I coated my neck and chest with my load. Ali scooped some up with his free hand and fed it to me then to himself. He pulled his still hard cock free from my loose cunt of an ass, and ordered me to clean him off. I slurped and tongued his cock free of his cum and my ass. He told me to hold it and go kiss Jalen. I was not sure Jalen would go down for that, but an order is an order. Surprisingly, Jalen opened his mouth and took my ass and Ali’s jizz out of my mouth and off of my tongue. Jalen was still impaled on George’s poz cock when George ordered me to clean his cock off as he pulled free from Jalen. I, all too eagerly, did as I was told. On the other bed, Jamie and Mark were being bred and were cleaning the other’s jizz and ass off of their fuckers cocks. After a while, the room died down. We took a moment to hit the bar and grab some food and began to pair off again. Mike took his turn with Jalen and Ali and George were double teaming Mark. That left just me, Darrel and Dan and they had an idea for me, and it was the same one Ali and George had for Mark. Dan laid down on his back and I straddled his cock while Darrel got behind me and started to push into me. They were trying to double-penetrate me and Mark. They soon weren’t trying…they were succeeding. More to Cum I love the hot email I got from some of you Even spoke to one of you on the phone If you want to hit me PLEASE do so. I am An eager cock slut Joey

Add these to the guys who won't fuck: The "Lurker": I've had this at the saunas and cruise spots. The guys who are hard as a rock watching me get railed, tantalising me with their meat. Some even offer verbal encouragement (sometimes to the point of distraction), but then when I'm free and available for them to fuck me, they can't really perform - so wait for some other guy to rail me. The "TIM Fetishist": Guys who are into the idea of fucking a bottom with numerous loads in them already, (because they constantly wank to TIM gangbang scenes). So they ask me "how many loads do you have", and regardless of whatever number I throw out will respond with simply: "hot" and nothing more.

I am one of the rare males that does not really get off on porn so I dont really know anyone in the industry. I can’t remember if he reached out to me or I to him but he told me he wanted to film me for his new studio he started. I told him I wasn’t really into it and we went back and fourth for a while. I told him that I would consider it if we played off camera first. I wanted to see how hot it would be. He said no and that he wanted to get the cameras reaction to my face as he entered me for the first time. My bf at the time was is big has him so I didn’t think it would be a big reaction really. I am not an actor so I could not pretend it hurt. Lol. He stopped messaging me but about six months later he hit me up to play off camera. Of course he is good. He had cum for days. Filled me up.

Standard issue cumdump hole.

Just enjoyed a really good hard fuck, pants down up against a tree in some woods just outside Glasgow. Got chatting to a mid 30s top who couldn't accommodate but said he was super horny and needed to unload. Arranged to meet him in the woods - and he turned out to be even better looking than his pictures suggested. Sucked his cock, licked his arse and then pulled my pants down and bent over for him. He slid up me and began to fuck - he wasn't kidding about being horny - and he gave me one of the best and hardest fucks I've enjoyed for a long time and then shot what felt like a nice big load into my arse. I didn't think it could get any better, but when he pulled out he asked me if I wanted to fuck him. We swapped positions and he leant up against the tree, arse in the air. I fingered some lube into his arse and slid up him. Enjoyed every minute of the fuck and a short time later I was breeding his fit arse. I think we both got what we wanted.

As you know, this is fiction. It's fantasy. Obviously, consent is necessary. We all know this. Anyway... _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Brian pulled his car outside of the address Mr. Miller had given him, all his belongings in the trunk or backseat. It was nearly dark, the task of shaving all his body hair off taking considerable time. Now he was smooth. Since leaving Mr. Miller’s office, the effect over Brian’s mind had started to lessen. While he was still complying with Mr. Miller’s orders, there were moments of hesitation which reached out to the surface. As he had been shaving his chest, his hand had stopped for a brief moment as the desire to keep the hair which had made him feel like a man took hold in his mind. The interruption did not last as Mr. Miller’s control took over and he continued shaving. Even as he had taken his belongings to his car, there was a moment of sadness knowing his things were about to be sold. Still, he did as he was told. Brian left his car and walked to the front door, ringing the bell. The door opened, Mr. Miller appearing in a bathrobe which was tied tightly shut. A smile turned his lips. “Welcome, Brian. You’re later than I expected.” “Sorry,” Brian said. Mr. Miller’s eyebrow raised as he noticed the lack of the use “Master.” His control was wearing off. “Come inside,” Mr. Miller said, stepping back and allowing his student inside. “Take a seat in the living room.” Brian did as he was told. In the living room there was a large TV mounted on the wall with the couch angled directly toward it. There was a coffee table between them on which there were several books. If Brian had been able to take in his surroundings better, he would have noticed that each book was dedicated to images of the male body and sexual positions. All but one at the bottom which was titled The Human Mind and How to Control It by Andrew Miller. “Would you like a drink?” Mr. Miller asked. Normally he wouldn’t ask his slave if he wanted a drink. He wouldn’t ask him if he wanted anything. But he knew that his control was wearing off, and not wanting to shock Brian out of his trance, he needed to ease him into the next phase without scaring him off. It was a delicate task creating a sex slave. Mr. Miller had done it only twice before, the first failing to respond to the hypnosis after a few sessions and the other losing Mr. Miller’s interest after only a year. As he looked at Brian who was standing in the living room, staring at the television, he had a feeling that he wouldn’t find himself bored. He had found himself a winner. “Here,” Mr. Miller said, handing Brian a glass. “It’s Whiskey.” “I…” Brian started, a bit of his buried mind coming to the surface. “I’m not… 21.” “It’s alright,” Mr. Miller said, pushing the drink into his hand. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.” Brian slowly took the glass but did not drink it. “Sit down, Brian,” Mr. Miller said, motioning to the couch. Brian sat down while Mr. Miller pulled out his phone and opened an app. “I’ve been working on something that I’d like to show you,” Mr. Miller said, pressing a button which lit up the television screen. “Tell me what you think.” The screen started flashing like a strobe light while a strange noise filtered through the sound system. Mr. Miller watched the reflection of the screen in Brian’s eyes which were growing wide while his mouth fell slack. The drink in his hand fell to the floor, spilling the whiskey. “Looks like you like it,” Mr. Miller said. The subliminal messages within the videos he had sent to Brian before had been subtle, just enough to do the trick without turning him into a completely mindless husk. This video was stronger. He had been working on it for several months, syncing the flashes and the binaural beats. Images from porn were spliced in just for good measure. While there was no guarantee it would work, Mr. Miller had found it to be suitable when he had tried it out on his neighbor, Matt. Inviting Matt over for a football game while giving him time away from his wife was all Mr. Miller’s neighbor needed to find himself on the couch, mindless, unaware of what was happening to him. Matt had been a good fuck. His ass was a real bleeder. Perhaps I’ll introduce Brian to him someday, Mr. Miller thought. “Brian,” Mr. Miller said, stepping toward the television and looking at his student directly. “Who am I?” “My Master,” Brian said. “And who are you?” “Your slave.” “Very good,” Mr. Miller said, pulling his bathrobe open and revealing his almost naked body beneath. With the warmer weather, beads of sweat had started to collect under the bathrobe, hiding within his armpits and thick chest hair which ran down his stomach, disappearing beneath a pair of leather briefs on which a biohazard symbol was printed. While he had liked to have seen Brian react, taking in the sight of the teacher he had wanted to fuck for so long, knowing that the young man was under his control was enough to make him hard. “Brian, remove all your clothing.” Brian stood up, eyes still glued to the television, and started stripping, revealing a hairless body beneath. Mr. Miller stepped forward and ran his hands along Brian’s hairless chest and abs, loving the feeling of his smooth, warm skin. As his boxers were removed, Mr. Miller caught sight of the hair Brian had missed, those strands around his cock, hidden within the cage. No matter, he thought, running a hand down to Brian’s ass. There was a slight sweat in the young man’s crack, allowing Mr. Miller’s fingers to slide down and find his asshole. Brian had done well shaving his ass much to Mr. Miller’s surprise. He positioned his middle finger over Brian’s hole and pushed inside, pressing his other hand on Brian’s chest as his body jumped from the intruding finger. “Let me in,” Mr. Miller said. For sexual partners, he would say, “Relax,” but Brian wasn’t his partner. He was his slave. Having him tense was at times better, giving him something to struggle against. His finger was almost up to his knuckle, the tip of his finger searching inside for Brian’s prostate. Unable to fit anymore of his finger inside without fisting the young man’s ass, he angled his finger and pressed down, finding the small gland. Brian moaned, his cock jerking in the cage without being able to grow. Mr. Miller could have told him to lose his erection again, Brian being under his control, but there was still the need for what would remain of Brian’s free mind to learn. He’d have to learn not to get hard, to find pleasure in his ass when pleasure was appropriate. It was Mr. Miller’s pleasure that mattered, and Brian had to learn this. “Do you like that, slave?” Mr. Miller said, his one hand still grinding down on Brian’s prostate while his other moved down to the testicles. “Yes, Master.” “Know, Brian, that I will no longer be calling you by your name. Your name no longer matters. Your identity does not reside in what came before today. You are now what I’m making you. You are my slave and shall answer to the word. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” “Good, slave,” he said. Brian’s balls were starting to rise up toward his body, seeking release, but Mr. Miller wrapped his fist around his scrotum and squeezed, pulling down slightly. Brian’s body shook as pain warned him of his Master’s grip. If it hadn’t been for the video playing, Brian would have been pulled out of his trance. Soon he would suffer all types of pain while staying under Mr. Miller’s control, but for now, he was being eased in. “If I have my way,” Mr. Miller said, his grip on Brian’s balls growing tighter, continuing to pull down, “your balls will hang down to your knees and drag on the ground as you crawl across the floor. Do you believe it is possible?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, his voice breaking from the pain. A slight tear entered the corner of his eye. “Good, slave,” he said, releasing his balls, giving them a smack. “I think it’s time for us to begin your transformation. Follow me.” Mr. Miller led his slave down a hall and stopped at a door on which a latch was built in at the top and bottom. Neither was bolted at the time. “Welcome to your new life,” Mr. Miller said, opening the door. Inside there were two slings, a doggy cage in the corner, a bench on which to either fuck or discipline, and a cabinet in which Mr. Miller kept other items at the ready. While he desired a sex slave, there were always nights when he wanted to fuck a random stranger. While the padded cuffs and small collars were suited for random fucks, the cuffs which were known to rub skin raw along with thick, unrelenting collars would be used specifically for Brian. The whips were for anyone. The as-of-yet unwashed butt plugs were waiting for Brian’s hungry hole. “You said your darkest fantasy was to have my babies,” Mr. Miller said. “That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Tonight, I’m going to infect you with my toxic cum. Tonight, I will mark you as my own. My DNA will forever be in your body, destroying you even when I’m not here. Isn’t that what you want?” “Yes, Master.” “Good,” he said, though it no longer mattered if it was what he wanted. “Slave, get into the sling.” As Brian climbed into the sling, Mr. Miller went to the cabinet and pulled out a ball gag on which there were indentations of teeth from previous men and slaves. He brought it to Brian and fitted it into the slave’s mouth without asking him to open. He had to learn. He made it as tight as he could without causing his slave too much harm. Brian’s eyes had wandered up to the red light on the ceiling, the glow filling his eyes. In this light, Mr. Miller thought, his slave looked beautiful. “I’ll always remember this moment,” Mr. Miller said, stepping back from Brian. He removed his leather briefs, revealing a nine-inch cock, thick and veiny. “Time to own your life.” ________________________________________________________________________________________ Let me know what you want to see happen. I've got ideas but only so many. No real end in mind, so we can go almost anywhere. Obviously, full on fucking is coming up next.

1. It started at a New Year's Eve party. It was the last day of 1995, heading into 1996. Outside, in the nation, a culture war was raging, and it felt like sometimes we were losing. Inside, all of us young gay men were terrified. AIDS was everywhere, and there was still no cure, no treatment, and most of all, no hope. We all had gotten the religion of safer sex, of relentlessly using condoms. We were all good boys, and used them every single time. Except, of course, when we didn't. When we were too drunk. Too high. Too enamored of our partner. In the run up to midnight, we were playing a drinking game. Our host was reading a list of activities. Every time he read one that we had done, we drank. Sometimes, we would nervously look around, seeing who else dared to drink, like when he read "had sex without a condom." Other times, there was a raucous cheer and we all drank, like when he said, "Got a blow job." At the end of the game, all of us were drunk to one degree or another. That was when Jeff came up to me. We were casual acquaintances. We would say hello in the bar, and see each other at parties. But we had never really talked. "I saw you drank when Shawn asked if you had sex without a condom," he said. "Yeah," I nodded. "And when he asked about sex with a poz guy." "Yeah," I said again. "Same guy?" he asked, an evil smile on his face. "No," I said. "Of course not." "Ahh, too bad." But, before I could say another word, someone lurched between us, and started to talk to Jeff. I'm not sure it mattered. The seed had planted in my mind, and it started to take root. To get fucked raw by a poz guy. To do something so utterly reckless and stupid. To utterly stop worrying about consequences of my actions. I didn't remember much about the rest of the evening, other than that ill-advised and imprudent idea. Like the deadly virus all around me, it festered and slowly grew. I had discovered the Internet, and had discovered there was a word for it. Barebacking. It seemed both completely wrong and scarily hot. I discovered there were groups of men who gathered to enjoy skin-on-skin contact and exchanging fluids. I discovered that some of them would welcome negative guys into their circle, infecting them in a dark and depraved orgy of raw fucking. Last, but not least, I discovered that my acquaintance Jeff was a member in one of these clubs. He encouraged me to learn more about the club and more about the virus. He introduced me to other members of the club, and I heard their stories. Most of all, Jeff gave me permission to fantasize about joining their private club. "It's ok," he would message me on AOL. "It's just a fantasy when you are jerking off. It's no more real than the frat brothers fucking in porn." Those were the nights I came the hardest. Thick ropes of cum would cover my chest and I was disappointed they did not burn with the virus. Online, I would exchange messages with the other guys in the club. They talked about how good it felt to fuck raw and how relieved they were that they weren't frightened anymore. They encouraged my fantasies as well and told me I should visit their club one night. It was Jeff who finally extended the formal invitation. They wanted to have a party in my honor. "Summer Solstice. Friday, June 21st. We'll all spend the weekend having fun," he said. "Just be ready for the ritual," he continued, a hint of mystery in his voice. He told me the address and said I should be there at 8PM sharp. On the appointed Friday, time seemed to stand still. I had been planning to leave work early, have a drink and relax before the party. But instead, I had a last minute fire to fight, and I barely had enough time to shower and get dressed before I had to rush out the door. The address led me through the old industrial part of town, to an anonymous warehouse. There were several cars out front, parked on what I hoped was an abandoned railway spur. I parked next to them. There was a single bare bulb over the door, providing just enough light to read the number on the door. 2718, it read, the same address that Jeff had given me. I knocked on the door, wondering what I was to do next. The door opened; it was darker inside than outside. "Yes?" a man asked from within. "I'm Tim," I said. "Jeff said to come here." "Right. You're the initiate." "Yeah," I said. "Come in." The door opened a bit further, but it was still dark. I stepped inside, and hoped that my eyes would soon adjust. Black curtains, hung from the high ceilings, marked off the entry area and there were two large candles burning on iron stands. Mixed with the smell of the candles were the hints of sex. I could smell the sweat, a bit of lube, and the promise of cum. In the background, there was a low prayer-like chant droning on. The door behind me closed, and I began to see more details. The man who had let me in was about my height, maybe 6'4", with a muscular, hairy chest. He was almost naked, wearing a pair of black combat boots, and a black leather mask that exposed only his mouth and two holes for his eyes. "Strip down," he said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and removed my shorts. "All the way," he said, nodding at my underwear. His cock was hanging down, thick but still mostly limp. I took off my underwear, and stood in front of him, completely naked. He knew my name but I knew almost nothing about him. In addition, he had slightly more clothes than I did, plus the relative anonymity the mask afforded him made me feel even more vulnerable. "Follow me," he said, turning around, and walking slowly deeper into the warehouse. His ass was firm and muscular, and I wondered how it would feel to slide my raw cock into him. He parted the curtains; the next room seemed to have a bit more light. "Come," he said. I followed his lead, and walked through the curtains. The room was much bigger, but the light was just an illusion; there was a candle right where we entered. It took me a moment to take everything in. Painted in white in the middle of the room was a white circle, a pentagram inscribed inside it. At each of the five points, there was a heavy steel column with a candle flickering. Around the perimeter of the circle were men, all with various black leather masks on. Some masks covered only their eyes, while others covered most of their faces. At the head of the pentagram, one man stood alone, a pair of black boots and a leather executioner's hood. In front of him, right at the center of the pentagram, was a wooden fuck bench with thick leather straps hanging off. Even with the heavy hood on, I could tell he was watching my every move. Like a wolf tracking his prey. He shifted his weight and a heavy steel axe glinted in the candlelight. I shivered. It was not clear if this was an initiation or something much more dangerous. "My Father," the man who had led me in said, "I bring the Initiate." He left me at the base of the pentagram, the fuck bench the only thing between me and the man in the executioner's hood. I could barely keep my eyes off of the man in front of me. His uncut cock was sticking up, erect and hard. Even hard, the foreskin covered the head, making him seem even more like a wild animal, barely tamed. "Welcome to the temple of the Dark Lord," he said. I was still looking around, trying to take in the entire scene. It was a scene from one of the darkest stories I had read. A Church to Sex, dedicated to a malevolent and dirty God, charged with the task of spreading their disease. My cock began to twitch at the thought. "Thank-you," I said. "You may call me Sir," he said. In the flickering candles, I could only just see his mouth move. His eyes were dark, unfeeling pits of blackness. "Thank you Sir." "You are the Initiate, correct?" "Yes Sir, I am." "You know why you are here, right, Initiate?" "I do, Sir." "You are ready to give your body to the Dark Lord? To let him rule you?" "I am, Sir." I knew what was going to happen. These men were all going to fuck me. They were going to fuck me raw, and shoot their seed in me. From the looks of the men arrayed around the room, at least a few of them were full-blown. The rest, no doubt, had the Dark Lord's virus pumping through their veins. It would require divine intervention from a much better God for me not to get infected this evening. "Are you ready to die for him?" The Dark Lord's virus was both fatal and incurable. I would be pumped full of it by the horny men surrounding me. I would be infected, which meant I would die. "I am. Sir." "Good. I will be your executioner tonight. Do you accept my authority?" "I do, Sir." "Do you give me your body to do as the Dark Lord wishes?" "I do Sir. To the death." "And you will die from tonight's ordeal," he said. His cock twitched and a bead of pre-cum appeared on his slit. The twisted fuck was enjoying this. I had to admit I was as well. Hot men surrounded me, each of them ready to fuck me raw and pump me full of their jizz. By the end of the weekend, I would be dripping with sperm. "Death in the service of the Dark Lord is an honor, sir." "Good. For the rest of the ritual, you will not have a name. You will be known only as the Sacrifice." He made it sound evil and dirty. My cock was nearly erect. This was worse than any dark jerk off fantasy I had ever had and better than more favorite porn. He turned to a man standing to his right, shifting the axe to his other hand. "Acolyte?" my executioner said. "Yes, Sir?" the new man asked. I hadn't recognized any of the men; with their heads hidden under the masks and hoods, it was impossible to see any of the critical details. But, once I had heard his voice, I knew who it was. It was Jeff. "Has the method of execution been selected?" "It has Father." "And what is the decision of the Black Cabal in how to dispose of Sacrifice?" "Anally injected death sentence. AIDS." Jeff stared at me, smiling. "It shall be carried out every week until the sacrifice is infected." "AIDS it was, AIDS it is and AIDS it will be." my executioner confirmed. "The Dark Lord rejoices in his virus. Did the sacrifice hear his sentence?" he asked me. "I did," I said. I still couldn't keep my eyes off of his cock. It was seemingly even more erect than earlier and still, the head was covered by foreskin. "I did. And, my Executioner, I accept the decision of the Dark Lord's darkest minions." "The Sacrifice will assume the position on the altar." He motioned for me to get on the fuck bench. I climbed on to the wooden bench. It was solid, barely even moving as I rested my weight against the cool leather pads. I adjusted myself, feeling my cock throb underneath me. As the thick straps brushed against my legs and arms, I felt the first pangs of fear. Until now, it had been just play. It wasn't real. From the left and the right, two men stepped forward from the ranks, and adjusted the straps. First, they did my thighs, then my arms. I tested them, but the leather straps were tight and strong. I was totally naked, strapped into place, unable to move, and totally powerless to defend myself from perverted desires of the men surrounding me. The ritual may have been a bit dramatic and over-wrought, but there was a core of truth to it. I had agreed to be infected with a deadly disease, and, eventually, when I was on my deathbed, I would be able to trace it back to this night. As the reality of what I had started hit me, the room seemed to swallow me up. I could feel every stray draft across my skin. I could hear every slight shift in weight from the men around me. And most of all, I could smell them. Their masculine sweat was the dominant smell, but there was the hint of metallic tang from the pre-cum starting to drip from their erections. I wanted to slow it all down and think it through again. I had jerked off to every imaginable permutation and combination of getting infected, except for the actual reality itself. Now, faced with the harrowing reality of getting infected, I was having second thoughts. Once more, I pulled against the straps, but there was no more play than the first time. I was tied down and there was no chance of mercy from these men. Oblivious to my mounting fears and growing doubts, the man I now thought of as my executioner turned to his left side. Another man stood there, again, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and a black mask around his eyes. "My acolyte, has the cabal granted any relief for the ordeal?" "They have my Father. The sacrifice is allowed an emollient to begin. And with your blessing, he may enjoy the Dark Lord's glass cock." "The sacrifice is lucky," the executioner said. "Do you have the emollient?" "I do, my Father." "Then prepare the Sacrifice," he said. The man stepped forward from where he stood by the executioner, leaned down and extracted a thick tube from his boots. He walked towards me, and I could see it was a syringe, just lacking a needle. It was filled with an opaque white fluid. "We anoint the sacrifice with the semen of the Dark Lord." The man took up a position behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body against my skin. "This will hurt," he grunted. Before I could even fully process what he had said, he stuck his gloved hand into my crack, spreading my cheeks apart and exposing my hole. He pushed the syringe into my anus, forcing it deep within me. The sharp plastic edges hurt as it penetrated, but it was only for a moment. He pressed down, and there was a cool sensation in my gut. "Should be good," he grunted again, and pulled it out. He rubbed my hole for a few seconds, getting it to close up. "It will take a few minutes for the Dark Lord's semen to take effect," the executioner said. The gloved man stepped back from behind me and resumed his position next to the executioner. "Congregation, are you ready to begin?" the executioner asked. "We are," the men surrounding me answered. He turned back to Jeff. "Acolyte, are you ready?" "I am, my father," Jeff answered. He grabbed his erection and shook it. "Take the position," he told Jeff. Jeff stepped away from his place by the executioner, and walked behind me. He rubbed his cock against my crack. Between a bit of the semen from the syringe and the pre-cum on his cock, there was just enough lube for his shaft to slide back and forth. Like a torpedo to its target, his cock quickly found my hole. He paused and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for allowing me to start the sacrifice in your honor." Jeff called out in a clear, loud voice, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Hail Lucifer," the men replied. The response came from every side of the pentagram, enveloping me in the raucous joy of the men ready for the chance to breed me. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for your minions who have infected me." "Hail Lucifer," the response rose again from the men. Thank you Dark Lord, for the drugs that make me not care." "Hail Lucifer," came from the assembled men again. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the opportunity to further your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the pleasure of converting the sacrifice to your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Acolyte, you may begin the insemination," the Executioner said. "Thank you Sir," Jeff said. His cock was still resting against my hole, hard and dripping precum. "It will be my pleasure." His cockhead was primed and ready, but not yet in me. He pressed, and suddenly, the tip of his dick was inside me. It hurt, but only just a bit. He pressed again and his entire shaft was inside me. It hurt but at the same time, in that second of pain, I suddenly knew more about Jeff than months of casual conversation. I understood his anger at the boyfriend who had betrayed him and infected him. I knew about his shame and fear of being treated as a diseased pariah. I grasped his contentment of finding a community that accepted him. Most of all, I felt his ecstatic pleasure at being inside me. His cock was a hard, raw shaft buried inside of my body. He was dripping his infected pre-cum into me. The pain I felt from his hard cock penetrating my body was nothing. I could not deny Jeff his pleasure, his feeling of raw power over me just for the pain and discomfort he was putting me through. My agony was the very tiniest of offerings I could give to the Dark Lord. Jeff paused a moment with his balls pressed hard against my ass. His cock throbbed, and a bit of pre-cum leaked out. He grabbed my waist. It was more to give him some leverage; I was still secured to the fuck bench. No matter how hard Jeff pounded my ass, I would not be moving. I tensed, ready for his next move. "Oh fuck," he grunted in pleasure. "So tight," he murmured, just loudly enough for me to hear. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, so that just his head was still inside my hole. It was no longer the full length and width of his erection inside of me, but I still wasn't able to relax. "Be still," he murmured. "Open up for me. Open up and let the Dark Lord take over your body." Jeff paused for a moment, and then spoke again, louder this time. "May he?" he asked to the executioner. I looked up at the naked man. He was still this perfect specimen of masculinity, his body nearly all muscle, his chest covered with a light dusting of light brown hair flecked with grey. He nodded ever so slightly. I wondered if I had even seen it or if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me in the flickering candlelight. But, a young man walked out from among the gathered men, directly to me. He was different from the other men. For one, he was younger, maybe only barely twenty years old. It was easy to tell because he was not wearing a mask and his cock was imprisoned in a steel chastity cage. He was wearing sneakers as well; the overall impression was of a young man, still not sure of himself. In his hand, he had a familiar small brown bottle. "You'll want this," he said. He opened the bottle and held it under my nose. "Lucky," he murmured as I sniffed from the poppers. I inhaled deeply, letting the chemical fill my lungs. I held it long enough for the familiar warm waves of happiness to start to wash over my body. My entire body relaxed. Jeff could feel the change, and pressed his shaft back into me. "Let me in," Jeff said, pushing another inch of his hard shaft into my raw hole. This time, it did not hurt as much. There was still the warm, burning sensation in my hole, but the sharp pains had disappeared. Jeff's cock now felt like it belonged inside of me. As the poppers flooded my brain, I wanted more than just a few inches of Jeff's shaft in me. I wanted all of him. I wanted every man in the room to fuck me and fill me with his seed. I had never felt a hunger like this before. I tried to push back against Jeff's cock, but the leather straps held me in place. They were now a cruel joke. I had always known they were there to hold me in place and to keep me from running away from the assembled men. But, instead, they were keeping me from running towards my desires and dreams. "Calm down," Jeff said. "You'll get far more than you'll need." His cock slid the rest of the way into me and his balls slapped against my ass. Even as big as his cock was, it was still not enough for me. I looked around, craving each man's load. "The spirit of the Dark Lord is here," Jeff announced to the gathered men. There was a murmur of approval from the men. "The sacrifice can feel his hunger." I couldn't explain it, but Jeff was right. The hunger was consuming me, and the only way it could be satiated was from these men fucking me. Jeff pulled out, and slammed back into me. If it were not for the Dark Lord's influence, it would have been an excruciating experience. But instead, it felt completely natural and appropriate. As Jeff started to fuck me harder, the assembled men started to respond to the fucking. "Breed him," they said, there words punctuated by another forceful thrust from Jeff. "Convert him," they continued. Jeff's pace was picking up, and I wondered how far he was from cumming. In any other situation, I would have been terrified by what was happening. An HIV-positive man was fucking me raw, and was on the verge of cumming in me. "Infect him," the crowd called out. The poppers were strong; even a few minutes later, I was still flying and was craving more poppers, more cock, and most of all, a load in my raw hole. "Fuck him," the crowd called out. Suddenly, the executioner dropped his axe. The heavy iron head hit the ground with a loud thud; I could feel the vibration travel up the fuck bench and hit me in the chest. The crowd grew silent. The only sounds were Jeff's short, sharp breaths announcing just how close to orgasm he was. "It is time," the executioner said. "Kill him." The command pushed Jeff over the edge. "Take my load," he grunted as his cock slammed into my hole. The first warm jet of spooge of his orgasm simultaneously landed deep inside of me. "Take my dirty cum," he moaned, as another jet shot from his cock into my unprotected hole. As his cum filled my hole, I knew there was truly no going back. I had crossed the Rubicon. The die had been cast. I had taken infected cum. I'm sure I had done it before, in a moment of weakness, when I let a random stranger from the bar fuck me. But this time, it was different. I had known exactly who Jeff was. I had known exactly how dangerous it would be to have sex with him. And far from being scared, all I could think about was the next man who would cum in me. His cock would be thick and hard, dripping infected pre-cum, and I would beg for it. I looked up to see the executioner. He was still standing in front of me and his cock was just as hard as ever. Precum was dripping from the head and down his foreskin. "The execution has begun," he said. "Bring out the spice. Satiate your hungers with our willing sacrifice. And let our Dark Lord feed off your perverted and depraved pleasures." "Hail Lucifer," the assembled crowd of men replied, as they moved forward, into the pentagram that I was the center of. "Hail the Dark Lord."

Brian knocked on Mr. Miller’s office door. He checked his watch and found that he was a few minutes early. He felt a bit nervous, not knowing what Mr. Miller had planned for his final. It was Brian’s sophomore year in college, and while he did well in most classes, Brian found his psychology class was kicking his ass. Brian wasn’t a bad student. His mind just didn’t click when it came to psychology. That’s why he had been so relieved when Mr. Miller offered to help him raise his grade. Mr. Miller had given Brian videos to watch to help him memorize information, and after weeks of videos, Brian was feeling ready. “Your final will be held in my office at three,” Mr. Miller said. “Make sure to watch the review video the night before. It’ll help make sure you’re fully prepared.” The idea of being alone with Mr. Miller also excited Brian since he had a huge crush on the man. Mr. Miller was in his 40s, black hair with bits of gray starting to show through. Bits of chest hair stuck out of his shirt collar whenever Mr. Miller wore polo shirts. He was around 6 foot 3 which was a few inches taller than Brian. Brian knew that Mr. Miller used the school’s gym whenever he could, leaving him with a strong body. Brian had never been able to see Mr. Miller at the gym himself, though he had tried to on several occasions. Seeing Mr. Miller in the showers would send Brian to an early grave if it ever happened. Brian knew he didn’t stand a chance. Mr. Miller was straight from what he knew. Every female student tripped over themselves when they saw him. Brian knew many hoped they could get knocked up by him. Secretly, Brian would have wanted the same thing if he had been a woman. The idea of having a part of Mr. Miller growing inside of him gave Brian a boner as he stood outside the office door. The door opened, revealing Mr. Miller inside. “Hey, Brian. Come on in.” “Thanks, Mr. Miller” As Brian entered the office, he breathed in deep, smelling the cologne Mr. Miller always wore. It filled the space. Brian’s cock throbbed as he leaked precum into his boxers. As Mr. Miller circled around to his desk, Brian adjusted himself, hiding his growing bulge. “So, have you been diligent in watching all the videos I’ve sent you?” “Yes, Sir,” Brian said. “I found them informative. I really feel like I’m understanding psychology.” “That’s great, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “And you watched the review video last night?” “Sure did,” Brian told him. “Sounds like you’re ready,” Mr. Miller said. He turned to his computer and started typing, his eyes looking at Brian for a brief moment. “Shall we begin?” “Sure,” Brian said. “Good.” Mr. Miller pressed a button on the keyboard and a sound filled the office. Immediately, Brian’s eyes glazed over and his expression changed from nervousness to a blank stare. “You have watched the videos diligently,” Mr. Miller said, smiling. “Many students in the past have skipped several or failed to even try watching any of them. I’m glad to have someone so committed now under my control.” Mr. Miller stood up and locked his office door. He had made sure his schedule had not shown any meetings that day, making it look as if he was nowhere to be found. He circled around his desk, stopping in front of Brian who was still staring straight ahead. “Tell me, Brian, who do you belong to?” “I belong to you, Master,” Brian said, his voice holding little emotion. “And what are you, Brian?” “I am a cumdump,” Brian said. “I am an object to be used by men. I am your sex slave, dedicated to you for the rest of my life.” “And will you do whatever I tell you?” “Yes, Master. Whatever you command, I will do.” “That’s right,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out a hand and brushing his palm along the side of Brian’s face. “The best part of this, Brian, is that the part of your mind that was unaware of the subliminal messages in the videos I sent you, is still aware of what is happening to you right now. You just can’t do anything about it. Though, I doubt you’d want to do anything. I know that you’ve had a thing for me. I’ve seen you try to hide your erections in class. I also saw a post from you on Faggot Fantasies. Yes, I know it’s all done under screennames, but a friend of mine was able to hack into your computer ages ago, allowing me full access to everything on your computer. Yes, everything. I saw the post you wrote about me, wanting to take my cock up your ass. You wrote that you’d swallow my load every morning if you could. You wrote you’d even get my name tattooed on your body. I must admit, that pushed me over the edge. Did you mean that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller smiled. “Good. I’ll keep that in mind. Stand up.” Brian complied. “Remove all your clothing except for your underwear.” Brian started stripping as Mr. Miller reached back and clicked a button on his computer. The hidden cameras Mr. Miller had set up all turned on, recording Brian as he removed his clothing. “I see someone is hard,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and pressing down on Brian’s still-clothed hard-on, watching as it bounced back up, standing straight out from his body. “How often do you masturbate?” “Twice a day, Master.” “Twice a day?” Mr. Miller said. “Normally, I would tell all young men to be masturbating as much as possible. There is nothing more important than physical pleasure. However, since you are to be my slave, I will be insisting on you no longer touching your cock unless I tell you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “I see you spend some time at the gym,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and rubbing a hand along Brian’s chest and abs. “That’s good. You’ll be doing more of that from now on. I see that you’re naturally hairy. Normally, I like hairy men like myself, and I can see you one day looking like me, but, as my slave, I want you hairless. When you get home tonight, you will shave off all your hair except for what’s on your head. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Tell me, Brian, are you a virgin?” “No, Master,” Brian said. “Who took your virginity?” “My neighbor,” Brian said. “And how old is your neighbor?” “Thirty-seven.” Mr. Miller smiled. “You like older men. That’s good. Older men should always have young men available to them. Experience breeds excellence. It is the best way to learn. Do you have a boyfriend?” “No, Master.” “Good. You won’t need one. You belong to me now. My pleasure is the only thing you’ll need to care about now. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Your pleasure is all I care about.” “Brian, what is a dark fantasy of yours?” “I want to have your babies, Master,” Brian said. “If I was a woman, Master, I would want to have your babies.” “Really?” Mr. Miller said. He turned and looked directly into one of the cameras, smiling. His hand slipped down and rested on his growing bulge. “Are you on PrEP?” “No, Master.” “Good boy,” Mr. Miller said. “That’ll make it easier. You’ll be carrying my babies sooner than you know. Would you like that, Brian?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want. It is all I live for.” “That’s right, slave,” Mr. Miller said, stepping away from his desk and circling around Brian. He grabbed the young man’s shoulders and ran his hands along his arms, feeling his muscles and warm skin. Mr. Miller stepped closer, pressing himself against Brian’s back, his groin grinding against the young man’s ass. He pressed his lips against Brian’s neck and kissed him, starting off slow before making sure there were marks left on his skin. “Do you like BDSM, Brian?” “I’ve never tried it, Master.” “What have you tried?” “I’ve been fucked in the ass, Master,” Brian said. “I’ve also given blow jobs.” “Do you use condoms?” “Yes, Master.” “Wrong!” Mr. Miller shouted, slapping the back of Brian’s head. “You never use condoms. Sex is meant to be bareback. You’ll never touch a condom again. In fact, you are allergic to condoms. Touching one will cause your skin to bleed, and not the kind of bleeding we like. Understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller inserted his fingers into the waistband of Brian’s boxers and pulled them down, his erection causing some resistance. Mr. Miller moved the boxers down Brian’s legs, his lips moving along the young man’s back and ending at his ass. Mr. Miller released the boxers and then grabbed hold of Brian’s ass, one hand per cheek, and spread them apart slightly. He inserted his nose and breathed deep. “I love the smell of a young man barely broken in. Soon, your hole will be a ruined mess, full of cum and swollen from constant assault. Do you want that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller pressed his mouth into the young man’s ass and started kissing his hole, moving his tongue over the sweaty skin and hair, relishing the taste. He wanted to force himself further into Brian, invade his body completely, but not just yet. After several minutes of eating Brian’s ass, Mr. Miller backed away and looked at his work, seeing hair matted with his saliva and skin rubbed raw from his beard. It seemed Brian had sensitive skin. That would work well in Mr. Miller’s favor. “Turn around,” Mr. Miller said. Brian turned, his erection now sticking straight on toward Mr. Miller’s face. “How big is your cock, Brian?” “Six inches, Master.” “Average size,” Mr. Miller said. “The thing is, average is pointless. Only men with truly superior cocks, cocks like mine, should ever enter another man’s ass or throat. Since you will be my bottom slave, there is no point in your dick every getting hard. You’ll need to learn how to cum from using your ass. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller looked below to where low hanging testicles were waiting. “Now these are beautiful. Wearing boxers with balls that hang this low is dangerous. I think we’ll see how far we can get these to hang. How does that sound?” “Perfect, Master.” “You will gain pleasure from your hole being used and your balls being tortured. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “Good. Now, lose your erection.” No sooner had the words been said that Brian’s cock started to deflate, shrinking down considerably.” “A grower not a shower. That’ll be good for what I have in store.” Mr. Miller stood up and circled around his desk, opening a drawer in which he pulled out a cock cage. “This,” Mr. Miller said, holding up the cage, “Will make sure you don’t get hard without my permission. You will wear this everyday without fail. You will never take it off unless I allow it. There is a lock on the cage which I have the key to.” Mr. Miller came back around to Brian and fitted the cage on his cock. Even though he had shrunk, it was still a tight fit. “This lower section wraps around your balls. Now, normally, if you tried to get hard, it would pull on them, causing you pain. Unfortunately, since you’ve got low hangers, it will hardly do a thing. Still, it’s the thought that counts. Now, get dressed.” Brian started pulling his clothing back on as Mr. Miller circled back around to his computer where he clicked a button and the cameras turned off. “I’ll be giving you an A in my class. However, you will not be returning home this summer. Instead, you will be staying here with me. I’ve already written up a letter to your parents, telling them that you are to be shadowing me this summer, acting as an intern. Of course, the school knows nothing about this. What you will actually be doing is living in my house as my slave. I will be training you to serve me in every way possible. By the end of the summer, you will decide to drop out of college. I know you parents will be livid, but we’ll figure out a way to make you disappear without them having to be overly concerned. For the rest of your life, or, until I grow tired of you, you will be my slave and do nothing but think of how you will pleasure me. I will keep you under my control forever, though, there will be nothing of the old you left by the end of the summer. With each passing day, a bit of your old mind will fade until you remember nothing of your old life. There will only be me, your Master. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, clothed once more. “You will go to your dorm room, shave yourself, and then pack all your things. You will then meet me at this address. It is my home. We will be selling your things as you have no use for them. I will take the money and buy more toys which I will use on you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “You belong to me now, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “I am the only thing that matters. You will give yourself over to me completely. In return, I will fulfill your darkest fantasy. I will give you my babies. You see, Brian, I’m poz, and I’ll be knocking you up with my strain. What do you say to that?” “Thank you, Master,” Brian said. “It is all I’ve ever wanted.”

I just had a birthday so I’ve had the last few days off Thursday-Sunday. I’ve taken at least 10 loads since then. The last only being 10 mins ago. He stayed the night after releasing a load and I woke up to him pumping in another.

How Far Does He Cum? I overheard this story from a straight friend. He swears it’s true. I haven’t met his now-wife, Jane, but when I do. I’ll ask her about it. This story has some guy-on-guy contact, but it’s not gay. There is cum, and some of it gets inside a pussy. ___ You know the way college guys brag? I was at a party with my girlfriend, and we stumbled into a conversation about how far we could shoot? At first, I didn’t realize what they were even talking about, and Jane elbowed me. We’d been having safe sex together and monogamously for a while, so I didn’t need to jerk off all that often and reliably wore a condom when with Jane. Jane and I were juniors, and not total geeks. We knew how to have a good time but were very responsible. As Jane I got closer, she asked if I knew anything about ‘women’s ‘cycles.’ I took a family life class in high school, so yeah I knew the basics. She asked if I’d ever lived with a girl before and told her I hadn’t. She told me her cycle was erratic so unprotected sex was a no go. And some weeks would be safer than others. I gladly respected that and told her I was going to be respectful of her boundaries and times. So that was how we’d been since moving in together a few months ago. Anyway, this guy Mike was familiar to me from some prerequisite classes. At the party, he cleared his throat and proudly said his load shot six feet. We didn’t believe that for a second. He asked me if I could shoot farther, and the big-talking man in me said I didn’t know how far I shot, because I had a beautiful girlfriend to take care of that for me. Jane blushed and Mike winked at her. Later that night, after the party, Mike’s brag did prompt some sexy pillow talk. Jane asked if I thought I could shoot that far, and I honestly couldn’t say. So, she wriggled down and gave me a great blowjob. She pulled off as I started feeling my balls tighten and aimed my cock towards me. I did shoot an impressive load, and most of it landed on my neck and chin. She was impressed but asked if I thought Mike was telling the truth. I shrugged and slipped into a sleepy post-cum sleep. As I dozed off, Jane was saying how much fun she was having with me and wondering if we were maybe too safe sometimes. A few days later, Jane brought it up again and asked me to check with Mike to see if he was telling the truth. I asked her why, and she just grinned, saying she had a sexy idea she wanted to try out and would tell me more once I’d asked Mike how far he could shoot his seed. So, a few days later I ran into Mike on campus and asked him if I could ask him a weird question. He told me to go for it. I asked if he was being real when he said how far he could cum. He nodded and asked if I wanted to see, grinning at me. I told him that Jane had wanted me to ask, and I wasn’t into him like that. Mike wrapped his arm around my shoulders and said, ‘Look, Jane is yours as far as I know. But sometimes, ya know, stuff happens.’ He told me that a few guys had asked to see his cock over the years and it kind of turned him on. I asked Mike what kind of stuff he’d gotten into, and he grinned telling me that women asked to see it as well. I noticed he was adjusting his crotch, and it did look big. Mike suggested that he come over sometime and jerk off for me and Jane and I told him that I thought Jane was trying to set the same thing up! I told Mike I’d pass his willingness along to Jane and be in touch. So, I confirmed with Jane that Mike promised he can shoot six feet and was down to show off for us sometime. And that maybe Mike wasn’t totally ‘straight.’ Jane shrugged and told her that she found the idea of two fit guys horny together was kinda sexy. I knew she was planning something and told her I’d be up for whatever she wanted to try out together. Jane whispered that cum really turned her on, and not seeing me shoot often made her want to feel my dick and watch another guy blast off to her getting fucked sometime. Jane planned a little party for me and Mike and asked me to invite him and bring him over. I left as Jane was hopping in the shower. When Mike and I got back, Jane had taped a line on the carpet and told Mike to stand there and jerk his big cock for her as she rode my cock on the bed. She told us that she’d wanted to try some exhibitionist stuff out and knew watching a guy shoot a big load with me fucking her would be hot. So, we all stripped. Mike jerked off his impressive member as I laid Jane down and peeled off her panties and ate her tight little pussy. Mike watched with his toes on the line as I lapped at her wet pussy. Jane had me lay down on my back and mounted me reverse cowgirl facing Mike. I whispered something maybe using protection. Just as she was about to slip her bare pussy lips over my dickhead, she paused and reached over for a condom. ‘Can’t be too careful,’ she chuckled as she unwrapped it and rolled it over my cock. I could hear her rolling her eyes at Mike. Jane slipped right down onto my sheathed dick. She was so wet that we didn’t need any lube at all. Sometimes, with condoms, she needed a bit of glide to get it in easily. I wasn’t exactly small, and she wasn’t exactly loose. I thought that if I wanted to fuck her butt sometime, this would be a way to get enough of her juices dripping to go for it. As soon as Jane had swallowed my full length inside her pussy, she came on my sheathed cock. I wondered if she was so turned on because of my fucking skills, or if it was because she had an audience for the first time. I knew she was watching Mike jerk off as she bounced up and down on my dick. That was the plan, right? Jane came on my cock and grimaced as she rode her orgasm. I let her recover for a few moments before rolling my hips forward into her faster and faster. Mike told her she looked so sexy stuffed with my dick. She moaned and leaned backwards onto my chest. Jane spread her legs wider and fingered her clit. She looked over her shoulder down at me and she moaned and asked if it would be okay for Mike to touch her clit. I agreed seeing no danger in my pal touching my girlfriend’s pussy. We hadn’t talked about that, but she was asking, and I was determined to respect her limits. Mike literally ‘crossed the line’ and reached out. As I fucked Jane, he flicked and frigged her clit. Mike’s fingertips occasionally brushed against my hard cock. I wasn’t bothered by it, and Jane seemed to be turned on by it. She muttered something like ‘two cocks. All that seed…’ I fucked Jane faster as she became sort of a rag doll, overstimulated by my dick in her pussy and Mike’s fingers on her clit. Jane shot out her arm and grasped Mike’s big leaking cock. She didn’t ask for permission; she just went for it. He shook his head ‘no,’ not because she’d broken a rule, but because she’d sent him over the edge. Mike took two big steps back to the line on the floor and groaned as he shot his load. I felt gobs of his spooge land on my cock and all over Jane’s stretched cunt lips. I started to cum at the same time, spilling my load into the trusty latex reservoir. As I hammered my hips to orgasm, I was likely fucking Mike’s cum into my girlfriend’s unprotected pussy. Jane fell asleep with a big smile on her face and a pussy smeared with Mike’s load and her copious juices. Shortly afterward, my cock went back to its normal size and slipped out of her. I was careful to pull my used rubber out of her so none of my seed spilled out. As Mike and I started pulling ourselves back together he pointed to Jane’s crotch. Out of my girlfriend’s freshly-fucked pussy, white gobs of cum were drooling out. I realized then that I’d basically bred her with Mike’s cum. Mike whispered a quiet ‘thanks’ as he headed out. I nodded, wondering if Jane would want more fun with Mike, or another guy anytime soon.

@LetsPOZBreed there are way too many "lurkers" in the public settings that are just there to masturbate over what us sluts are doing. I'm not sure what the tipping point is, but if they make even 25-30% of the men at a venue, it becomes extremely difficult for anyone to actually get any action.

Any participant not comfortable with you being the "door guy" doesn't need to be there at all - simply put. This is your boyfriend after all, and you are totally within your rights to look out for his safety and comfort; especially in this situation. You also want to keep an eye on the vibe in the room, and be able to put a stop to anything that gets out of hand (i.e. bad behaviour, bounce any "creepy" participants, make sure no one gets into their klepto mood). Most importantly, you know your boyfriend in more than just a biblical sense. I'm sure you'll be able to tell when he's feeling uncomfortable - either a guy is fucking him too rough, too awkward, or just not feeling it. You'll need to be there to intervene on his behalf.

Took two nice loads today and the day is not over. The first fuck was from one of my regular fuckbuds. He had been blowing up my phone the past couple of days because his wife is on her cycle. I finally had time to meet up this afternoon. I waited in pitch black darkness with my hole already lubed. He came in, stripped, and then smacked my ass cheeks a few times before diving in. I had put a huge pillow underneath my abdomen, which led to him bumping my prostate a lot during the fuck. I tried to be quiet, but the way he fucking me caused me to grunt loudly. He too let out a sound I've never heard him make before when he orgasmed. This guy normally shoots big loads, but this one was over the top. Cum was everywhere. My balls were even soaked. I texted him afterwards to ask why was his load so huge. He said he hadn't cum in 5 days. I curled up with a snack thinking my pussy had earned a well-deserved break when another fuckbud called me. He was in the area and needed a hole. He has a partner at home as well but, as I've learned, this matters little. I wondered if I should tell him I was preloaded, but decided not to because I wasn't sure of what his reaction would be. I don't believe in pushing out good cum for no reason. When he arrived, he too was rock hard. I sucked him good and rimmed him before he mounted me doggy style. He then flipped me on my back and fucked me like a bitch until he was ready to shoot. Luckily I had put a towel down. After he added his load to the one I already had in there, let's just say my cup had runneth over. I'm on track to reach my load goals for 2022. Life is good.

Tommy had just turned 29, after a couple of heartbreaks he was ready to look after himself for a while. His hair had thinned so he shaved it close, down to the stable but not wet razor. He wasn’t confident enough to go that far. He worked for a tech company, a routine 9-5 job. With only a small social group who worked just as much, there was a lot of downtime and not a lot going on. After lazing about for a few months after the last relationship went down in flames, Tommy decided it was time to get back into the gym. After a 3 weeks of going to the gym, every day after work, doing a mix of cardio and weights. Cutting back on the weed and making home cooked meals. Tommy had slimmed down and started to tone up again. Not washboard abs, far from it, like a less toned swimmer. His confidence had started to build up again, he wasn’t ready to jump back into dating again but the odd hookup was always an in-between step. Logging into the usual Grindr and Scruff apps, there wasn’t much of an interest. Feeling particularly horny one Saturday night Tommy found his way back on to BBRT. He’d always felt sensible about sex, hooking up with guys who knew their status. High on poppers he couldn’t say no to an ass full of cum. After setting up a new profile, it didn’t take long before he was chatting to a guy in his mid 30’s. Average body, negative, recently tested and up for getting stoned, watching porn and having a long night fucking each other. Exactly what Tommy needed. Tommy turned up at Dave’s apartment, a typical bachelor pad. They sat on the couch and shared a joint and talked for a bit, sharing a cup of tea. Eventually they were making out before moving to the bedroom. Dave hooked his phone up to the tv, quickly navigating to a porn site and loading a bareback gangbang scene. The bottom way swallowing a cock while his ass was being pounded from behind. Before Tommy had time to think Daves dick was burning its way into his ass, with only a bit of spit, he was tight. “Here, huff these” Dave handed Tommy a bottle of poppers. They were under his nostrils in the blink of an eye. “They’re new, so they’re strong… Ahhh … fuck” Dave had bottomed out in Tommys raw hole. “Fuuuuck me” Tommy felt the rush of poppers hitting him and soon he was pushing his ass back on Daves nice 7 inch cock. “I’m going to dump my first load” Dave started to brutally slam into Tommy, his balls loudly slapping on Tommys ass. Tommy hit the poppers hard and allowed Dave to destroy his now puffy hole. “Take it!” Dave shouted as he came deep in Tommy’s hole, he quickly pulled out and started eating out Tommys ass. The smell of sex filled the room as the night went on. Tommy took 3 loads off and gave Dave 2 of his own. It was just the night he needed. Back to the gym routine, Tommy’s confidence had grown, especially after having such a hot hook up. He met Dave a few more times over the next couple of weeks but it was just a bit of fun that fizzled out. They gym had started to pay off more. Tommy had really started to add definition to his chest and stomach. Almost a 4 pack. He was working away on one of the leg machines, listening to a generic 80’s gym playlist, when a guy came towards him. Tommy thought he’d finish his set and let the guy use the machine. He cast his eye over him. Maybe slightly taller than Tommy, and much more toned, his arms looked strong but not overly muscular. His eyes were a clear blue and he was smiling at Tommy. Blushing Tommy got up from the machine, grabbing his bottle of water he made to walk over to a different machine when they guy tapped his own ears. Signalling for Tommy to take out his earphones. “Hi, I’m Callum”

Go for it! Adding more sexiness to this already smoking hot man 😈 and I’ve had my ears pierced for more than 10 years and never a problem at security

First time in a sauna was in my early 20s in Chariots Shoreditch in London, before the remodel (and eventual closure). I had no idea what I was doing and was pretty lost for awhile, but eventually found the darkroom - and this was a true darkroom, absolutely no light at all. Felt around and found a few guys making out and sucked them off in turns for a bit. Eventually went to leave as was a bit overwhelmed but on my way out bumped into the platform in the middle and felt my way around it until I found a guy ass up. Felt for his hole, totally slick. Wasn't intending to bareback but in that moment I just had to be inside him. Slipped in easily, fucked him for a minute or two until I unloaded my first bathhouse load. Absolutely no idea what he looked like or who he was. Was so hot and I came out of knowing next time I wanted to be the one getting pounded. Definitely a key step on my journey to becoming an anon cumdump.

I have a couple: Guys who don't fuck: Guys that only want a relationship. They are on the apps and at the cruising spot, but make their profile very clear or are up front with you at the cruising spot, that they are looking for a relationship and will not even consider a casual hookup. If they think you are relationship material you will have trouble getting rid of them every time they see you somewhere. Attention whore, these guys will cruise you as long as you pay attention to them, and will do everything they can to keep your attention but never actually connect with anyone. If you are somewhere like a nude beach they may cruise you repeatedly over the course of the day, but will run away as soon as you approach them about actually doing something. Guys who have only way they can fuck. They only fuck in one position and/or place and if you can't make that position work instantly or the place isn't available right now they back out. These guys do occasionally fuck someone, but 9 out of 10 attempts are aborted because the other party took longer than 30 seconds to figure out how to do it and meet their very specific requirements. They will often try with you again on a different day, but not in the same day. Guys who do fuck: Sex addict, if he finds a willing partner that he is even remotely attracted to he will take the opportunity. Often bi and always fully versatile, does not spend all of his time actively looking, but is always aware and ready if an opportunity arises. I'm in this category. I think the list of types that do actually fuck is a much shorter list than those who don't. I'm no longer a younger guy, but seem to remember and still see a large percentage of younger guys who fall into a don't fuck category.

I find if you pick an average sized city and where you are fresh meat, you get a lot of action.

Was never really into Will Braun, but with that long hair and nerdy look? 😍😍😍 With short hair, I don't know that I would've necessarily pulled Damien Kyle into my bed, but if I found him there, I wouldn't have kicked him out. He is effin 🌶️🌶️🌶️ with that long hair and Colonel Sanders mustache and goatee. And does my eye spy a quite hairy crack to boot? 👅👅👅 I freely admit to suffering from what I call "The Samson Effect" - a guy I would otherwise not be attracted to who has long hair (preferably past the shoulders!) is instantly attractive, even if the long hair doesn't necessarily look good on him. And most guys who cut their long hair instantly lose their attractiveness. (Except in those rare cases where they actually look better with shorter hair.) I was in lust heaven with the hair bands of the 80's! Max Stoner falls into the I'm not particularly attracted to him, but he has long hair 😍😍😍 so I want him category. I'm not sure I'd be attracted to him with shorter hair either. (Now, if he were a cumslut, I wouldn't care how long his hair was! But that's probably a different thread. 🤣) The blond in the Thor Fucks Loki video on Max Stoner's website checks ALL the right boxes though, and I'm usually not all that into blonds. MORE LONG-HAIRED MEN IN THE WORLD!!!!! Ponytail if you must (preferably not), but no man buns!

I readily confess that I’m not much titillated by sexual fantasies of most kinds, and I don’t have much of a fantasy life when it comes to sex. But then why would I need to? The sex life I actually live is apparently so fantastical that most people think I’m writing fiction when I’m just telling a modest version of what actually happened. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen and lived an intense sexuality that depictions that aren’t genuine become obviously so to me, and leave me flat. Or maybe I just prefer the inimitable energy between two genuine men having authentic sex. There’s no substitute for that.

If a guy doesn't show his hole to everyone online, then I don't want him. jk..ish

I mean its my profile pic but okay 😃

In fairness, that could apply to many workplaces most Monday mornings… 😂

Personally, I'd gauge the purpose of the gathering to gather whether or not the colour presents any opportunities/challenges (depending on what you're after). If you're just headed to the bathhouses or sauna for any ol' fuck-night, the colour isn't an issue. Most guys there wouldn't understand the colour-to-hanky code translation - so no real misunderstandings. Even guys who do "get it" will know that this is likely not the place to be advertising fetishes in this sort of way; you might get a question about whether or not you'd be into what your colour represents - but there are no real expectations to actually do those things. However...if you are at a fetish event, the colour is your time to shine. Anything yellow on piss night is a dead giveaway; similar to red and fisting. Even guys who don't really understand the hanky code will know those two. Most of mine are blue, so it really shows off my interest in fucking (or more specifically, getting fucked). Any of the other colours tend to be reserved for more intimate and private encounters.

Sometimes I wear one BECAUSE of the color significance. Usually, I wear one because I like the fabric, the cut or the color works with the look I'm going for. I wear jocks or freeball, so I've amassed quite a collection of functional, fashionable or fetish jocks.

Here is my hole!

Currently letting the hair grow. i like how i feel smooth, but have a FB who likes it hairy, so here it it after having a hollow plug in for awhile, He loves it pussy like, so i made this for Him.

The day came when Jess became pregnant. It was a rough time for her, and she had lost all horniness and desire for sex. Omar of course was happy; she doesn't touch my cock anymore. There was another turn of events, Jess lost her job but gained a hefty severance payout, and I was called in to work in the office 3 days a week. I worked hard Tuesday through Thursday so I could basically take Monday, Friday and the weekends off. I've been so horny though I have of course told Jess that I am working 5 days a week in the office and some weekends. I spend that time at Omar's entertaining him and his guests. I had just finished showering at Omar's after a marathon of sex with him and a friend of his on Monday, when my phone went off. A text from Jess: 'Omar has a lot of sex' 'Really?' I replied. 'I hear it often during the day, how did you not hear this working from home all these months?' she asked. 'You know me, music blaring while I'm working, also it's none of my business so...' 'I guess, when will you be home?' 'On my way now so within the hour.' and to that she finished with a 'K' I walked out to Omar and his friend. Omar was getting ready for work, managing a gay night club in the area, and his friend passed out, drained from giving me 4 loads. I grabbed grabbed my work bag and told Omar about the text message. He laughed. "Told you those walls are thin" he said, and told me to come over to him. He grabbed my cock and balls and pulled me in for a kiss. "I'll lock this worthless thing up one day. What do you have to say for me?" "Thank you for bringing over your friend to fuck me" I said. "You're welcome slut, now thank him as well" He motioned across the room. "Thank you for fucking me today" I said louder so he could hear me. His friend raised his hand and then let it drop heavily on the couch in exhaustion. I turned to walk out the door and as soon as it opened Omar yelled out. "Give your wife a big kiss!" I shut the door and quickly walked down the hall away from my apartment. I can't believe he did that, she for sure heard that. I walked down the street and grabbed my car, drove back and parked in my spot. I waited a bit in the car before heading up, for multiple reasons but also, because I hadn't cum and was hard. I went upstairs and walked in the door, and dropped my bag down, seemingly tired from a long day at work and not from the fuckfest that had occurred. Dinner was just about ready and I went and changed after saying my hellos. We sat down and turned on the TV and during the first commercial break, Jess spoke up, "Did you know he was married?" she said out of nowhere, but I knew what she was referring to. "Who? that guy?" I said pointing at the random man in the insurance commercial. "No! The guy Omar was having sex with today!" she said in a loud whisper. "Jess how would I know that, and why do you?" "As the guy left Omar told him to give his wife a big kiss" She correctly claimed. Fuck I thought... he might have been watching and I didn't give him a show. I looked up to the camera. "Can you imagine!?" she said. "Sounds painful." I said. "You'd think so with how it sounds and the things they say but it sounds like he's enjoying himself." I shrugged it off and our show came back on. At the next commercial break Jess spoke up again. "Honestly it was kind of hot, I might have..." she stopped and turned red. "You masturbated to them having sex?" I asked surprised. "I mean, sex is sex, slapping, and all that. They said some hot things too." She said. "I don't want to know." I said. Of course I already knew, having been on the giving and receiving end of the words said among other things. "It was kind of hot, and I didn't know it was a married guy until after, I can't imagine you doing something like that." she said still kind of bashful from confessing her afternoon activities. "Yeah it's not my cup of tea." I laughed. Friday rolled around and I was in my normal position, ass up, face down on Omar's bed. Omar had just finished pissing into my ass after dropping his second load. And there was a knock on the door. Omar went to look through the peep hole and whistled to me. I looked at him in a lightheaded daze. He motioned his head to the door, for some reason I knew who it was on the other side. Omar got dressed and his large cock was hanging down in the leg of his shorts. the outline visible to all. He answered the door, and they spoke for a second. Omar then left with Jess back to her's and my apartment. My phone went off. 'She thinks you're still at work and now I'm stuck helping her with shit you're supposed to do?' Omar sent to me. He came back and slapped my ass hard. "That's for me doing your damn job, do you want me to properly fuck her too?" he said. "Sorry Sir, I.. I.." I didn't know what else to say. "You're drinking every last drop of that piss from your ass. Go." he said, and pointed to the bathroom I expelled it into my reusable bottle and drank it in front of him as he stroked his cock for the inevitable next round. When I finished the last drop, he came over to me and grabbed me by the hair and pushed me against the wall separating our apartments. He shoved his cock against my hole and pressed, the piss had washed away the lube. The only lube left was on his cock. He finally slipped into me and started talking dirty. "Lousy fucking husband, you're only good for fucking. This ass is the ass of a faggot not a married man. Tell me who's ass this is." He rattled off more insults and demands. I answered but never loud enough for him. I was yelling that my ass was meant for fucking, my cock and balls are useless, into the wall facing my wife. He turned me around and kissed me passionately, "Who would you rather kiss?" "You" I answered. "More than your wife?" "Yes Sir." We continued making out against the wall, to the sound of Jess orgasming on the other side. ------- I got home at the time I usually do, Jess was on the couch watching TV. She was happy to see me and came over to give me a big kiss. It seems like she's finally horny. After dinner we went straight the bedroom and had sex. She was really into it and came multiple times. After I had cum she went to pee and went to the living room and curled up on the couch. I followed and we watched our usual shows. "He had sex with that married guy again today." She said while surfing social media, practically ignoring the show. "Good for him?" I said appearing to not know or care. "I went over to ask him for help with something pointless, hoping to see who it was inside." she said kind of sadly. "Did you see?" I said knowing she hadn't. "No, but when he left I masturbated again," she said sheepishly, "it sounded a little like you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to think about it but when it sounded like you I imagined you were there having sex and I got even hornier and I know you wouldn't do it and I don't want you to do it but for some reason it turned me on in the moment..." Her confession continued, finishing with an apology, for nothing. "It's ok, I'm not mad babe, it'd be like being mad at you for having a sex dream with Chris Hemsworth or whoever." I crawled over to the other side of the couch to console her. "Man... pregnancy hormones are wacky. I'm sorry..." she said nestling into my chest. "Whatever beer you drank with dinner smells like piss." This happened once a week or so for the first 5 months of pregnancy. Omar and whoever was fucking me that day would get a kick out of Jess orgasming on the other side of the wall from where her husband was begging for cum up his ass. Jess never tried to come see who the mystery married man was, but upon more confessions I realized it was better not to know so she can continue to imagine that it was me. On one of the days I was actually at work, Omar surprised Jess with a vacation to a peaceful resort so she could enjoy her time before being tied down with the baby. I was meant to join her but of course he told me to make up some excuse that was work related so I would have to stay home. She took a friend instead.

Me after taking loads from a married black and white daddy couple

I was in the capital city a few weeks ago for work. A guy from BBRT told me to meet him at a park which he told me was a cruising spot. He didn’t have any face pics, just body and cock. I got there around 9pm and just walked around a bit before ending down on my knees sucking a huge dick. The guy shot deep in my throat before leaving. Two buddies with beers then fucked me. One shot his load on his bud’s dick who kept fucking using it as lube before himself shooting deep inside my ass. After that, I got fucked and bred by one last guy. I came back to my hotel with cum dripping down my legs to find a message on BBRT from the guy who had directed me to the park. He thanked me for the blowjob and for the show. I guess he had stayed and was lurking around after shooting in my mouth. I had not seen the face of any of the four guys who gave me their loads that night.

Just took a load from a regular buddy around the block.We’ve been playing since I was hosting at my previous job in mid 2020. He is handsome and has a beautiful fat 7.5 inch. However , he’s always cold and sometimes rude, especially after he came. Today, I asked him for some water after we fucked. He rolled his eyes and said “Do you think this is a hotel?” I feel used but fulfilled every time we played . I assume he enjoys fucking me since we’ve been playing for about two years now. I still hadn’t gotten his name tho, he wants nothing more than dumping a load.

In London for work and staying near Hyde Park. Headed over to the rose garden just after dark last night and was amazed at how busy it was for a Monday night. I was only there for 30 minutes but saw 20 to 30 guys popping in and out of the bushes. Got my dick sucked and blew a load down an eager throat. I’ve never seen so many guys openly cruising in such a public space. Heading back tonight for round two.

Piggy bb porn stars (and more importantly piggy bb porn producers) who pay any attention to their markets probably don't need it promoted to them. Just remember, "money talks, bullshit walks". They're not making that stuff for fun.

Having taken my brother's anal cheery, there is nothing like breaking it open and watching it grows from a pink round hole into a cunt