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[This is Part Two of the story, "The Out-of-Towner." If you have not yet read it, start there before continuing.] Moderator's Note: I merged the two threads to keep the two parts together. Nearly a month had passed and I found myself checking the apps multiple times each day, searching for the anonymous out-of-town stranger who bred me with his poz cum. I had taken several OraQuick tests but all had - so far - come back negative. I found myself thinking more and more about that beautiful poz cock, how it split me open and pounded my hole and left me a soggy mess. That's not to say I had been celibate for the past month. Even the prospect of being poz gave me a new-found freedom and I found myself behaving like the wanton slut I've always wanted to be. Instead of going home and searching for cock on the apps, I would go to the local adult theater or to one of the several bookstores in my area. I had taken more cock in one month than I had in the entire previous year. But still, I continued to check the apps searching for that one specific profile. I ached to be filled the way my out-of-towner had filled me. It happened on a Wednesday. I was in one of the more popular bookstores, bent over the back of a couch in their public area. My lips were wrapped around a big black cock that stood in front of me while a twentysomething guy pounded me from behind, his hands grabbing my hips so hard I could feel his nails digging into me through the fog of poppers and pleasure. At last the twentysomething gasped and unloaded deep inside me. "My turn," said the big black cock in my mouth. He stepped around the couch and in one fluid motion slid balls deep inside me. He had obviously enjoyed my mouth because after just a few thrusts, I heard a grunt and the telltale pulse of his cock as he, too, unloaded deep in my guts. After cleaning his cock with my mouth - I found the taste of cum and ass intoxicating - I pulled up my pants and took my phone from my pocket. The bookstore was pretty quiet, with just a few other guys milling around looking for a cock to suck. I opened the apps and there it was - the message I had been waiting for. "Back in town," it read. "Come get some more poz cum." Without a moment's hesitation I responded. My hands trembled with excitement as I typed, "At the bookstore now. Same hotel? Room?" "Which bookstore?" was the reply. I gave him the name and address. "Stay there," he wrote. "I'll be there in 15 minutes. I'll let you know when I arrive and you're to bend over and be ready." "OK," I replied. I hadn't expected him to be mobile, but I'm big on public displays so I waited and watched the app. At last, he messaged that he'd arrived. "I'm in the public room," I responded. "Bend over the couch," he ordered. Quickly, I stood behind the couch and dropped my pants. The TV on the opposite wall showed two guys spit-roasting a third. There wasn't a condom in sight. I took a couple of hits from my brown bottle as I heard the turnstile at the entrance. Not once, not twice, but three times. Was that him? Did he bring others? I was tempted to look but forced myself to concentrate on the video that was playing. It didn't take long before I felt a hand on my ass. "See, what did I tell you?" said a voice. His voice. I heard a few grunts of agreement and more hands on my ass. Then, a finger slipped inside me. "He's pre-loaded," my out-of-towner told his friends. "This is gonna be fun." Then, to me he asked, "You test positive yet, slut?" "No not yet," I replied. The finger in my hole became two, then three. My hole twitched with pleasure, squeezing them as they slid in and out. "I brought some friends," he said. "They're here to make sure you get knocked up tonight if you aren't already." My breath caught in my throat as I heard those words. I took a few more hits from my brown bottle and as I did so, became vaguely aware that some of the other guys who had been milling around the bookstore were now standing around and watching. I felt a mild pressure on my hole and then once again the sharp sting of a toothbrush inside me. The sensation lasted only a few moments before it was withdrawn. "We're pozzing this slut tonight," my out-of-towner announced to the audience. "After tonight, his hole will be toxic." A few guys turned and left the public room at this, but the others - I counted four or five - leaned in a little more to watch. At last the fingers withdrew. One of the friends stepped behind me and I felt the tip of his cock press on my hole. The click of a lube bottle, then a cool stream of liquid ran down my crack. He massaged my hole with his cock, spreading the lube around. Then I felt the head slip inside. A steady pressure and soon he was buried to the hilt, his thighs pressing against my ass as he dug in as deep as he could. His cock hit my prostate and the precum started to flow, dripping from my cock not only onto the floor but also my pants, which I had simply dropped around my ankles. The first guy pounded hard, ramming that cock into me over and over. The precum flowed freely as I steadied myself against this assault. I tried to stay quiet since we were in a public place, but I wasn't able to fully stifle the moans of pleasure escaping my lips. That only spurred him on more. His grasp on my hips tightened and his thrusts took on a frantic pace, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass reverberating around the room. Then his thrusts stopped, his cock buried deep inside me. I heard him gasp and, as I clenched my hole around his shaft, I felt him pulse over and over as he emptied his balls. At last his grasp relaxed, and after a few more orgasmic pulses he slid out of my hole. Immediately I felt a wetness running down my legs. He shifted around to the side and grabbed my head, forcing his half-stiff cock into my mouth for the customary cleaning. The taste of blood mixing with that of the other juices was heavenly! Then I noticed the biohazard tattoo just to the left of his cock, and I felt a huge drop of my own precum drip from my cock onto the floor below me. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "Amazing." "Told you," I heard my out-of-towner reply. "OK, you're up." The next guy took his place behind me, pushing into my ass in one motion as the previous guy had done. This cock was a bit bigger, though not as large as the out-of-towner's. His pace was more measured, taking his time to enjoy my hole with now three loads inside. His hips swayed from side to side as he worked his shaft in and out of my hole, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. With one hand flat on my back, he grabbed my left hip with the other and increased the speed and force with which he fucked me, once again hitting my prostate just right and sending even more of my precum onto the floor below. It was even harder to keep quiet with his cock in my ass, and I finally decided that I didn't care. I let the moans flow as freely as the precum. It didn't take long before he, too, picked up his pace. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he announced to the room. "This guy has a viral load over a million," said the out-of-towner. "He's gonna get you good and pregnant." "Gaaaaaah," exclaimed the top in my hole as he began to pump his load into me. "Fuuuuuuuuuck!" He collapsed onto my back for a moment, his rapid breathing warming my skin. He was soaked in sweat, as was I. After a moment he stood up and like the first guy, stepped around the couch to feed me his cock. No sooner had he vacated the spot behind me than the out-of-towner stepped in. Before the second guy's cock was even in my mouth he was balls-deep inside me, stirring the toxic brew his friends had already deposited in my hole. I took a couple of hits from my brown bottle, but by then I was stretched so wide that he slid in with relative ease. The second guy's now-softening cock entered my mouth and the flavor of ass and blood and four different loads of cum momentarily took my focus away from how good the cock in my ass was feeling. I had the presence of mind to check for a tattoo but did not see one near his groin. As I looked up, though, I spied the biohazard symbol tattooed around his left nipple. HOT! The second cock was removed from my mouth and once again all my attention turned to the huge cock in my ass. Just like last time he was pounding me, so hard that the couch slid forward several inches and I had to shift my feet to keep from falling over. He followed me in stride, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusts as he worked to plant yet another toxic load in my well-used hole. "Fuck yeah, take that poz cock!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "You're never gonna know whose baby you're carrying, slut." The dirty talk once again struck just the right chord, and before long I was shooting a huge load of cum all over the back of the couch and onto the floor. My ass clenched and unclenched around his cock as my load shot out, which must have been just the thing he needed. "Here it comes! Get ready for this poz load!" He rammed his cock deep and for the fifth time tonight, I felt his cock jump inside me as he shot his load into my guts. It took a while for the pulses to subside, but at last he was spent. He slid out of my hole and, like the others, offered me his cock to clean off. The toxic brew on his cock looked more red than the others had and I gobbled it down greedily, taking him in my throat all the way to the root to make sure I cleaned off every last drop. As I slowly regained my senses and became aware of the room around me, I saw that his two friends had already dressed and had joined the other guys who had watched the entire time. As the out-of-towner stepped back, one of the guys in the audience moved forward. "Not so fast," the out-of-towner growled. Once again, I felt the pressure of a plug against my hole and once again, it opened eagerly to accept the plug and then clenched around the base to ensure none of the poz loads inside me leaked out. "But I wanted a taste," the audience member protested. "Too bad, those loads are all for him," replied the out-of-towner. With that, the small group dispersed. The out-of-towner's friends waited for him to pull up his pants and straighten his shirt, then they too turned toward the exit. The out-of-towner paused for a moment and slapped me on my still-bare ass. "Not sure if I'll ever get back this way again, but if I do, you'll hear from me." With that, he turned and walked over to the exit where his friends were waiting. The door beside the turnstile opened, and they were gone into the night. This time, I held off on testing myself for three and a half months. I didn't want to know which of the three had knocked me up, or whether it happened my first time with the out-of-towner or when the three of them bred me at the bookstore. Finally, one day on my way home from work I stopped and picked up an OraQuick test. After waiting the 20 minutes as instructed I looked - and there, in all its glory, was the second line. I was knocked up. I went to the gay and lesbian health clinic a few days later and they confirmed the good news. I don't know if I'll see the out-of-towner again, but even if I don't, now I have something to remember him by.

It started like any other evening. I was super horny when I got home from work, so I pulled out my phone and browsed the apps while I surfed some porn to edge. As we all know, the apps are really hit or miss. Most nights I end up jerking off to the porn I'm watching (always bareback cream pie, of course), but occasionally I have some success and end up either hosting or traveling to meet a top to pound my hungry hole. This night, I received a message as soon as I logged on. "Hey," it read. "I'm in town for the night, staying by the airport. I don't have a vehicle but I can host if you come to me." The pic that followed showed a long, thick, cut cock next to a 12 oz. soda can. It was much longer (I estimated about 9") and damn near as thick as the can! My mouth immediately began salivating. Now I hate condoms - don't we all - but my hole has a special dislike of condoms on large cocks. It takes a surprising amount of lube for a wrapped-up cock to slide comfortably in and out, so as I always do with the hung ones, I figured I'd test the waters. I have two ass pics, one with and one without cum dripping from my hole. They were taken recently by a friend so I could use them in just such a situation. I sent the pic showing my friend's cum dripping out of me and the message, "Interested. Do you fuck raw?" I held my breath waiting for the response. At last it came: "Raw is law." YES! "Which hotel are you at?" I messaged back. Turned out that he was at the go-to hotel for people who schedule gang bangs, pump & dumps, and other filthy activities. Even better! "One thing," he wrote before I could ask the room number. "I'm poz and I'm not on meds. Is that a problem?" My hole twitched involuntarily. When I began fucking raw I knew I was taking a risk, but once I knew how good it felt to be fucked raw there was no going back. I was hooked! More recently, I've begun more actively searching it out, to join the poz brotherhood and fully embrace my role as a no-loads-refused cum dump. But the men I met were either negative and/or on PrEP, or poz and undetectable. I hosted anonymous tops more times than I could count - often blindfolded and ass up so I truly had no idea whose cock was dumping a load inside me. I had lost count but over the course of 10 years I had taken hundreds of loads, I know, and still I remained negative. But now, at last, here was a stranger from out of town giving me the chance to make my fantasy a reality! My heart was in my throat as I quickly responded. "Not at all! I'm chasing. I want all the cum you can give me!" "Come and get it." And his room number. The mixture of excitement and nervousness I felt had me shaking and light-headed as I quickly douched my hole, pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt, and headed out the door. The drive was a blur, focused as I was on getting to the hotel and being bred by that beautiful poz cock. It was almost a surprise when I found myself parked in the hotel parking lot. My pulse throbbed rapidly in my ears and my hands were cold and clammy as I opened the car door and walked into the hotel and past the reception desk. Reaching the elevator, I pressed the call button and the doors immediately opened. Bright light spilled out into the lobby, creating an almost ethereal effect as I entered what I hoped would be the portal to a new life. As soon as the elevator doors closed, I took two big hits from my little brown bottle. My head swam and I had to steady myself against the elevator wall, but it had the desired effect of calming my nerves a bit. Of course, it also had the effect of stoking the immense horniness I felt at the prospect of being filled with poz cum! His room was just a few doors down from the elevator. The door was ajar and the lights inside were off. I tentatively pushed the door open and stepped inside. I closed the door behind me as my eyes began to adjust to the darkness. I could just make out his form standing by the closed curtains at the opposite end of the room. Judging from his silhouette, his cock was already standing at full attention. "Get undressed and get on the bed doggy style," he ordered. As I dropped my pants I made sure to grab my little brown bottle from the left pocket. I had a feeling I'd be needing it. Naked now, I climbed up onto the bed as ordered, my back arched to project my ass toward him. He approached silently and I felt his hand caress first my left ass cheek, then the right. Then it slid into the crack between them, deftly finding my hole. His finger traced the outline of my pucker, causing involuntary shudders to run through my body. I heard the pop of a plastic cap and then a cold stream ran down from the top of my crack to meet his finger. He swirled the lube around, slipping a finger - and then two, and then three - into my hole. I took two more big hits from my little brown bottle, causing my head to swim again. His fingers felt amazing and it was all I could do to keep from demanding he fuck me right then and there. He pushed me forward until I was laying on my stomach on the bed, legs spread wide. "I'm only going to ask you this once," he said. "Once I am inside you, you will be bred. Do you understand that I am HIV positive, and that I will be gifting you with a poz load?" "Yes," I replied, almost begged. "I want your poz load inside me. Fill me with your poz cum!" The lube cap popped once more and I assumed he was applying some to his cock before he entered me. But instead he slipped something else inside, something rough and mildly sharp. A toothbrush. I grit my teeth at the sensation as he slid the bristles in and out, prepping me to fully receive his DNA. After a moment he withdrew it, and I felt him climb up onto the bed behind me. I took a couple more big hits from my little brown bottle as he positioned his cock at my hole. "Ready to get pozzed?" he asked. "Yes!" He plunged that monster cock balls-deep inside me in one thrust. To say I was unprepared, even with my head swimming from the poppers, is an understatement. My hole burned and spasmed around the invader as I cried out in pain. "That's it," he whispered in my ear. "Now that hole is nice and open and ready to be pozzed." He remained motionless as my hole slowly relaxed around his shaft. The pain slowly subsided. A few more hits from my little brown bottle helped things along. A few more moments passed and then I felt his cock begin to slide out of me. He began thrusting in slow, rhythmic movements that gradually quickened as my resistance melted away. He felt so good stretching my insides the way he was! "You like that poz cock in your slutty hole?" he asked kind of loudly. Normally I'm not huge into a verbal top, but the way he emphasized the word 'poz' struck just the right chord. "Fuck yes," I hissed my response through clenched teeth as he continued his relentless pounding. "I need that poz cum in my ass." His hips slapped against my ass as he thrust balls-deep over and over. I felt his breath on the back of my neck and a few beads of sweat dripped from his chest onto my back. My hands grasped the sheets in a death grip as waves of pleasure swept over me. Then he stopped and withdrew his amazing cock. I felt suddenly empty. Sliding up the bed, he positioned his cock near my mouth. "Suck it," he ordered. "Taste your blood on that poz cock." I greedily took him in my mouth. The taste of lube and his cock and my ass and, yes, blood mixed on my tongue, a concoction I had never tasted before. It was incredible. I couldn't get enough of it! I gulped his cock as far down my throat as I could work it, cleaning off almost the entire length as I did. He reached down and lifted my left thigh, prompting me to flip onto my back. Moving back down my body, he grabbed my ankles and held them high as he once more positioned his cock at my hole. Like before, he slid inside me in a single thrust, but unlike before it sent shock waves of pleasure, not pain, throughout my body as he hit my prostate just right. The precum flowed from my cock and I became vaguely aware of the deep, gutteral moans escaping my lips. "That's it," he panted. "Take it all like the wannabe poz slut you are!" He continued to pound my hole for what seemed like an eternity but like all good things, it eventually had to come to an end. "I'm gonna cum," he announced. "I'm gonna fill you with my toxic load, knock you up and make you a poz slut for the rest of your life!" It was all too much. His words coupled with the continued stimulation of his cock hitting my prostate sent me over the edge, and I felt my own load release in the biggest orgasm I've ever had, before or since. I shot geysers of cum all over my stomach and chest as I felt his pace quicken. "Here it comes, slut. Your life is about to change!" And with that, I felt his cock begin to pulse and throb in my hole as his poz load began to fill me up. He made sure to thrust in as deep as he could, burying his shaft balls-deep to make sure that sweet toxic seed stuck. At last, spent, he slowly pulled his cock out of my ass. "Don't move," he ordered as he climbed off the bed. I stayed still as he reached behind him and took something from beside the TV. He bent over slightly and I felt a pressure on my hole. A plug! It slid in easily given how stretched out I was, but still my hole was able to clamp down enough to hold it in place. "A little souvenir," he said. "Leave that in all night to make sure you're knocked up." He walked around to the side of the bed and offered me his now-flaccid cock. I greedily cleaned it off with my mouth a second time, savoring the different tastes all mixed together. I got up slowly, careful not to dislodge the plug in my ass. He offered me a towel to wipe off my own cum, and I gratefully accepted it. I then dressed and prepared to head for the door. "I'll be back this way next month," he said as I headed for the door. "You won't know for sure by then if you're carrying my babies, so come take another load just for good measure. I need to poz that ass again." "I'd love to," I said. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. As the elevator doors opened, the lights inside seemed even more ethereal than they had on my way in. Was it a sign? I'd have to wait a few months to find out for sure. And in the meantime, I had another amazing fuck to look forward to next month. But next time, I resolved, I'd spend a little time pre-stretching!

Minneapolis / St Paul trip for work. Snuck in a cute 40something white vers guy at my hotel. Made out lots. He got very verbal fucking his thick jocked smooth bubble butt. He fucked my skinny ass on my back like an animal in heat. Blew his load in deep. It was midnight and had early start so I went to bed with blue balls. Woke up horny. A 2nd beefy tall 40something hit me up and asked if I needed to unload. He had just gotten fucked between work calls ( remote work ). Fuck yeah! So I drove right over to his place. Parked behind his pickup truck -- nice. Walked up to his massive ass bent over bed and he was blindfolded. Dove right into his pink fuckhole with my tongue -- tasted cum! Yum! His buns suffocated my face as I rimmed. Thick beefy ass. I get rock hard from big thick ass on handsome masc guys! His thighs were 2x bigger than my skinny legs, lol! His deep voice begged for me to dump my load several times while fucking doggy from behind. Didn't take long to bust my nutt because of the night before! 2nd load for his cumhole. He asked to meet up again when he's in my town. 🐷

Mr. Miller’s dick was starting to hurt after two days of constant fucking. It wasn’t until Monday morning when a knock on the door arrested his attention. He had just been planning to check on his slave when the guest knocked. Answering the door, he found Matt before him, his glazed look returned. “Master,” Matt said, “my wife has left. I am here as you instructed.” Mr. Miller smiled. “How long will she be gone?” “Two days.” “Plenty of time for what I have planned,” Mr. Miller said. “Go and get your used gym clothes and bring them here.” “I also stole clothes from the gym like you told me.” “Very good,” Mr. Miller said. “Have you pissed this morning?” “No, Master.” “Good. Don’t. And did you collect your cum like I told you to?” “Yes, Master.” “Bring that as well. You have five minutes.” Mr. Miller went down into the basement, finding Brian on the floor, asleep, Matt’s sweaty shirt clinging to his own sweaty body. His testicles were pulled back, still attached to one of Mr. Miller’s weights. His scrotum was red, his testicles showing some swelling. The television screens were still playing until Mr. Miller opened the app and sent the screens to black. “Wake up,” he said, crossing to his slave and slowly stepping down on his balls. Brian jolted awake, Mr. Miller’s control taking over quickly after. “Good morning, slave,” Mr. Miller said. “You’ve done well these past few days. I believe you’ll serve me well. I do want to try something new today. Undo the strap around your testicles and climb up into the sling.” Brian did as he was commanded. As he stood up and crossed to the sling, Mr. Miller took notice of his balls which looked to be hanging lower than before. With his slave in the sling, Mr. Miller strapped his hands and ankles tight, doing so further up with his legs and arms. Once he was sure his slave was secure, Mr. Miller looked deep into Brian’s eyes. “Awake.” Brian gasped, the glazed look which had set in since Friday now gone. “What, what’s happening? Where am I?” “It’ll take some time,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and running his hands along his slave’s legs, “but you’ll soon remember.” “What have you done to me?” “I’ve given you what you wanted,” Mr. Miller said. “You said you wanted me to fuck you. I have. You said you wanted me to impregnate you. In a manner of speaking, I have. Everything you’ve wanted, I’ve given to you. I’ve also given you things you never knew you wanted. I’ve made your life simple. You live to serve me as my sex slave. You’ll never have to worry about making a decision again.” “But,” Brian said, his memories of the last few days returning, “What about my life? What about what I want?” “I’ve given you what you want,” Mr. Miller said. “I’ve blessed you with dozens of my poz loads. Soon, a part of me will be within you forever. I was planning on keeping you under my control forever, but I think I’ll allow you to regain some awareness. You still can’t run away. I won’t release you that easily. You also can’t hurt me. But I want to see you accept this fate. The brainwashing I’ve set within your mind will continue to break you down. Soon, I won’t have to put you under any trance. You’ll want to stay because whatever part of you that could resist me will be gone.” “Master,” Matt said, the man standing in the doorway of the basement. “Perfect,” Mr. Miller said. “You see, Brian, this is Matt. He is a man who I have under a trance, but only when I see fit. What I plan to do to him, to remove his will slowly, I am doing with you this summer. I’m giving Matt more time, though I’ve already pozzed him, making his loads toxic. Isn’t that right, Matt?” “Yes, Master,” Matt said, entering the basement. In his hands he carried a duffle bag and a thermos. “Place the bag on the ground,” Mr. Miller said. “Today, Brian, I am giving my dick a break. We’ve been fucking constantly, and, as you’ve noticed as I’ve sat here watching you pull the weight around by you balls, I like to watch every now and then. Matt here, another of my toxic slaves, will fuck you, unloading his toxic cum in your hole.” “I don’t want—” “Quiet,” Mr. Miller said. Brian’s mouth closed instantly, his eyes looking pleadingly. “Matt will fuck you, contribute his loads, helping ensure that you will be poz. There’s no doubt that you will be. I’m highly potent, as is Matt. But first, Matt here hasn’t had the chance to piss yet this morning, and I’d hate to have a strong bladder-full of piss go to waste. Brian, you will open your mouth and drink down Matt’s piss. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Matt said, walking to Brian’s head. Brian struggled slightly against his restraints, but as soon as Matt was next to him, his mouth opened. Matt pulled down his pants, revealing a cock that was slightly shorter than Brian’s but significantly thicker. It looked to be the same girth of a soda can, covered in veins. On his cock there was a tattoo, that of a biohazard symbol and the initials A. M. in the center. “Drink up,” Mr. Miller said, opening the duffle bag and pulling out several pairs of clothing, dropping them on the floor. Matt grabbed Brian’s hair and pulled his head down to his dick, unleashing a thick stream of golden piss into the slave’s mouth. Brian’s eyes widened as the liquid cascaded across this tongue, the pungent smell permeating the air. Even though he didn’t want Matt’s piss in his mouth, he started to swallow, just as Mr. Miller had ordered. Meanwhile, Mr. Miller sorted through the clothing, finding several pairs of jock straps, a few pairs of briefs, shirts, and socks. One of the briefs sported a streak of brown on the ass while one of the jock straps was discolored yellow from years of stains. The jock strap Mr. Miller pulled up to his face and breathed deep, taking in the smell of unwashed months, piss, cum, and sweat attached to the fabric and sporting the odor of man. The smell alone got him hard. He looked across the basement to where Matt was still feeding Brian his piss, the young slave desperately swallowing to keep up, making his erection even firmer. “I’m done, Master,” Matt said, turning to Mr. Miller, small drops of piss dripping to the floor. “How did that taste, slave?” Mr. Miller asked, eyeing Brian who was shuddering as he swallowed the remaining piss in his mouth. “Bitter,” Brian said. “The taste of piss is something else you’ll soon crave,” Mr. Miller said. “You’ll want it more than water. Do you have to piss?” Brian nodded. “Matt, drink Brian’s piss.” “Yes, Master.” Matt circled around to Brian’s caged cock, lowering his mouth over the cage as piss splashed out, running down over Brian’s body. Matt slurped up the piss as well as he could, his hand reaching down below Brian where he caught extra drops which he brought to his mouth. Mr. Miller pulled on the briefs which had the stain on the back and brought the stained jock strap over to Matt who was finishing his drink. “Is this yours?” he asked Matt. “No, Master.” “Who does it belong to?” “A man named Wes Little, Master.” “The police chief,” Mr. Miller said, examining the jock again. “I wonder if he likes wearing a stained jock? Maybe, it’s communal for all his officers.” He ran his tongue alone the crotch, savoring the flavor. “Get me more of Chief Little’s clothing for the future.” “Yes, Master.” “And is that your cum?” Mr. miller asked, nodding down at the thermos. “Yes, Master.” “How many loads?” “Twenty-three.” Mr. Miller took the thermos and opened it up, breathing deep the scent of stale loads. “Just think, Matt, if it hadn’t been for me, all of this probably could have been used to make a person. A person you’d have to raise with your bitch wife instead of letting yourself fuck hundreds of people, no cares in the world. It’s a good thing I found you when I did. Now, all you have to do is do exactly what I tell you.” “Yes, Master.” “And what I’m telling you,” Mr. Miller said, drinking a large gulp of cum from the thermos, “is to fuck Brian’s brains out.” Brian tried to escape the sling, but the restraints kept him secure. “I don’t want my brains fucked out,” Brian shouted. “Too late,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m in your mind. I’m slowly wearing down your defenses against me. Soon, you will serve me without the need of a trance. Just wait and see.” Matt spit into his hand and rubbed it over his dick, lining it up to Brian’s hole. He grabbed Brian’s legs to stop the his moving and shoved his dick inside. Even with Mr. Miller’s constant fucking and the use of the butt plug, the girth of Matt’s dick proved to be too large, sending Brian into a blinding pain. “FUCK!” he shouted, head tilted back, his body trying to move away from Matt’s intrusion, without success. “Everyone talks about wanting a big dick,” Mr. Miller said, drinking more of Matt’s cum from the thermos. “But they only ever mean long. Sure, I love a long dick, 8, 9, 10 inches. But a thick cock, one that fills you up, opens you wide, that’s a different experience. It tears you open. That’s what Matt’s dick is meant to do. It’s meant to tear open holes and infect the ruined pussies with toxic cum.” Matt’s thrusting had increased, a steady motion breaking Brian’s pussy now sending both waves of pain and pleasure throughout the slave’s body. Matt’s dick was pressed against Brian’s prostate, a constant feeling of pleasure spreading throughout his restrained limbs. His caged cock tried to break free from the cage, but it was no use. “Once Matt is divorced from his wife,” Mr. Miller said, finishing the thermos of cum, “I’ll have him sleeping with as many men as possible, ruining their holes, filling them with toxic cum. Imagine every man being pozzed.” Matt’s grip tightened around Brian’s legs, sweat pouring down his face, his chest hair slick. Mr. Miller approached, standing behind Matt, kissing his neck, tasting the sweat. He wrapped his arms around the man’s body and ran his hands through Matt’s body hair. While he loved Brian being smooth, Matt was the type of man you didn’t want to see hairless. His hair intensified his sexiness. Mr. Miller looked down at Matt’s cock as it entered and left Brian’s pussy, the tattoo seen between thrusts. “What a beautiful cock,” Mr. Miller said. “Who does that cock belong to, Matt?” “It belongs to you, Master,” Matt said, his breathing labored. “I belong to you.” “That’s right,” Mr. Miller said, his eyes now looking at Brian who was looking up at the ceiling, his own body covered in sweat. “Matt knows who is in charge. Matt knows who he serves. How about you, slave? Who does your cock belong to?” Brian looked down at his caged cock, anger and acceptance in his eyes. “You.” “I’m sorry?” Mr. Miller said. “You,” Brian said, the word an effort to say. “Master.” Mr. Miller smiled, grabbing Matt’s face which he turned and started kissing. Matt continued fucking Brian’s pussy, blood covering his dick. “I’m gonna cum,” Matt said, his eyes focused on Mr. Miller. “May I cum, Master?” “You may,” Mr. Miller said, his arms around Matt’s body, one over his heart, the other reaching down to his dick. “Fill him up with our strain.” Matt burrowed his dick deep inside Brian’s pussy, hands squeezing tight on Brian’s legs as his body shook. Mr. Miller could feel Matt’s heart racing while everything around his dick pulsed with each squirt of the toxic load. Brian’s breathing was strained, his chest heaving, cock straining for release. “I’m cumming,” Brian whimpered, eyes focused on his restrained dick. “I need to cum.” “Do it,” Mr. Miller said. He reached down and grabbed Brian’s swollen testicles and pulled them hard. “Matt, put these in your mouth.” Matt pulled his dick from Brian’s pussy, pink cum pouring out, splattering on the floor. Mr. Miller held Brian’s balls steady as Matt sucked them into his mouth, fitting both inside. “Bight down a little,” Mr. Miller said, watching as Brian’s face contorted, his body trying to release his load but Matt’s hold on his testicles along with the damage done keeping him from cumming. “Cum, slave. I want you to cum!” “Yes, Master,” Brian cried, eyes closing as spurts of cum shot out of the cock cage. The pain was clear on his face, but so was the pleasure. What Mr. Miller had noticed instantly was the fact that Brian had called him Master without being under a trance. Already the young man’s mind belonged to Mr. Miller. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ What kind of body mods are people thinking?

Part 3: What Will Wants I checked the text message from Dominic to the apartment building I was parked outside of. It was a match. It was a nice building, proving that Dominic’s business must have been doing well if it allowed him to afford a place here. I rung his apartment number, waiting for a response. “Hello?” came a voice. “Hi,” I said, sounding like a kid trying to sell cookies. “It’s Pasto… I mean, It’s Will Ryder.” “Hey, Will. Right on time. I’ll buzz you up.” As I entered the elevator, I found myself feeling nervous. Was it my dream returning to mind? Was it the thought of beling alone with this man, this stranger? I tried to shake off my nerves. I knocked on Dominic’s door and waited, stepping back as it opened, and a nearly naked Dominic stood in front of me. His chest was bare with only a towel covering his lower half. I could now see all his tattoos and his hairy chest. I flashed back to the dream I had had, seeing him on top of me, feeling him inside of me, and I could instantly feel my cock starting to grow. “Sorry,” he said, smiling. “I just got out of the shower when I buzzed you up. I haven’t been able to get dressed yet.” “That’s no problem,” I said, trying to collect myself. “I go to the gym. It’s not like anything I haven’t already seen.” “Glad to hear it,” he said, stepping aside and welcoming me in. “I’m about to start the steaks. There’s beer in the fridge. If you’d like some wine, I have some in the chiller beneath.” “I don’t drink,” I told him. “Really? Not at all?” I shook my head. “Well, there’s always water.” He told me, but I almost missed it as my eyes wandered down to his treasure trail where a tattoo was just hidden by his towel. “Is water okay?” he asked. “Yeah,” I told him. “Thanks.” “I’ll go and change and be right back,” he said, disappearing down a hall. I wandered around his apartment, noticing drawings on the walls of what I assumed were tattoo ideas. They were detailed and showed a lot of skill. “Do you like them?” Dominic asked, entering back into the apartment fully clothed. “They’re great,” I told him. “You’re really talented.” “Thanks. Do you have any tattoos?” I shook my head. “I almost did when I was in college, but I chickened out.” “Not a fan of needles?” “I just wasn’t sure about doing something that would be so permanent,” I told him. “Plus, what would I get that I know I’d want for the rest of my life?” “There’s always something,” he said. “You just haven’t found it yet.” I turned to him and found him smiling at me. He tilted his head and looked me over, waiting several seconds before saying, “I’ll get the steaks going. How you like your meat cooked?” “Well done.” I told him. He snickered. “What?” “Nothing,” he said. “I’m just on the opposite end. I like it raw.” “Not too raw,” I told him. “That’s unhealthy.” “A bit,” he said, opening the fridge where he removed a packet of steaks and a bottle of beer. “It’s still better.” I’d never had a better steak in my life. We sat at his table talking, comparing our time at college. “I left after freshman year,” Dominic said. “School just wasn’t for me.” “College isn’t for everyone,” I told him. “Did you always want to be a pastor?” he asked. I waited a few seconds before saying, “Yeah. I did.” “That didn’t sound convincing,” I shrugged. “My dad is a pastor, so I always knew what I was going to do.” “But did you really want to be a pastor?” “I… I don’t know. I think so. I mean, I don’t have anything else I’m good at.” “I’m sure that’s not true,” he said. “Maybe there’s something you’re good at that you haven’t tried yet.” “Like what?” I asked. He took a sip of his beer, finishing the bottle. “I’m going to get another one. Are you sure you don’t want one?” “I’ve never had a beer,” I told him. “Well, now’s the time,” he said, taking out two beers. He took them to the counter and opened them. “Do you want a glass or just from the bottle?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “Whatever you think, I guess.” He came back with two bottles and handed me one. I smelled it and cringed. “It’s like vinegar.” “You get used to the taste,” he said. I took a sip and cringed. “That’s really strong.” Dominic smiled. “Keep going. You’ll grow to like it.” I took another sip, finding it easier to drink but still bitter. “Are you dating anyone?” Dominic asked, taking another sip of his beer. I shook my head. “Not since college.” “Why not?” I took another drink of the beer, finding the taste growing on me. “It ended so badly that I didn’t want to get hurt again.” “That’s reasonable,” Dominic said. “What happened?” “She cheated on me,” I said. Dominic whistled. “That’s how it goes, isn’t it? They’re fucking someone else while they’re fucking you.” “Not exactly,” I said, drinking more beer. “What do you mean?” “We never…” I said, trailing off. “Never?” Dominic said. “Have you… have you ever fucked someone?” I shook my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said. “How has someone that looks like you not fucked anyone?” “I’m waiting until marriage,” I told him. Dominic started laughing. “Are people still doing that?” “I want my first time to be with someone that I love,” I told him. “It’s special.” “Sex is sex,” he said. “It only carries weight if you want it to. I fucked a guy last night, and it didn’t mean anything.” I stopped drinking the beer, nearing the bottom. “You’re gay?” “I thought you knew that.” I shook my head. “Does it matter?” “No,” I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable having walked in on him as he stood in a towel. Now we were having dinner together. “Did you think this was a date?” I asked him. “No,” he said. He waited a moment before asking, “would it be awful if I had?” “I’m not gay,” I told him. “Not even bi?” “No,” I told him. “I’m straight.” “You could have fooled me,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked. I was starting to feel the beer as my head swam. “I saw the way you looked at me when I opened the door.” “You were in a towel,” I reminded him. “You surprised me, that’s all.” “And all the other times you looked me over?” he asked. I sat quietly, looking down at my beer. How did he know? I’d never had a gay thought about anyone before, and the first time I do, he somehow knows about it? “I’m not judging you,” Dominic said. “I’m flattered. A hot guy like you staring at me is an honor.” “You think I’m hot?” Dominic nodded. “If it wasn’t for the whole, waiting until you’re married thing, I’d try to have you right here, right now. But, like you said, you’re not gay.” I sat quietly, thinking about my dream and everything Dominic had said about me. I’d never wondered if I was gay before. It never occurred to me that I could be. Not until I saw Dominic did I start to have these feelings, feelings I wasn’t able to understand fully. Maybe Dominic understood more than I knew. Maybe he could understand what I was feeling and why. My head swam as I tried to figure things out. I finished my beer. “How would I know?” I asked. “How would you know what?” “If I was gay,” I told him. “How would I know?” “It’s not that complicated,” he told me. “Have you ever thought about a guy in a sexual way? That’s a basic clue.” I stared at him for several moments until nodding. “Really?” he said. “Who?” I tried to take another drink of my beer, remembering that it was finished. “You,” I finally said. “Me?” Dominic said, the word hanging between us. “You thought about me?” “I had a dream,” I told him. “When was this?” “A week ago,” I said. “Tonight.” He smiled. “And what were we doing?” he asked, standing up and taking my empty bottle. He went to the fridge and grabbed more. “Do I really have to say it?” I asked him. “You know it was sexual.” “There’s a ton of things we could have been doing,” he said, handing me a bottle. “For my own gratification, I want to narrow it down.” “I shouldn’t be talking about this,” I told him. “This is wrong.” “And yet,” he said, nodding down to my crotch. I looked down and could see my pants starting to tent. I moved to cover myself, but I knew it was too late. Just thinking about telling him was making me hard. I could feel my heart starting to race, my skin feeling flushed. It was getting hot in the apartment. “We were having sex,” I told him. “What kind?” “I don’t know.” “You’ve got to have seen some porn,” he said. “Come on. What position were we in?” I racked my brain for the name. “Missionary.” “Missionary for the pastor,” Dominic said. “That’s fitting. Who was on top?” “What?” “You really don’t know anything, do you?” he said. “Who had a dick in their ass? Me or you?” I drank more of my beer, feeling hotter every second. “I did.” Dominic smiled. “You dreamt of me fucking you,” he said. “The day we met. You dreamt of me fucking your hole.” “Can you please stop saying that?” “How did it feel?” he asked. “It didn’t actually happen,” I reminded him. “But how do you remember thinking it felt? Did you think it felt good? Did you like it?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “I woke up before anything really happened.” His smile faded a bit. “What happened? Why did you wake up?” “I had a wet dream,” I said. “Sounds like your subconscious is trying to tell you something,” he said, standing up from his chair. “Sounds like, even on our first day of meeting, you knew you wanted me. That’s hot. You’re a man who knows what he wants.” “I don’t, though,” I stressed. “I don’t know what I want.” “Your dick says otherwise.” “It doesn’t mean anything,” I told him. “But it could,” he said. He came around the table and stood in front of me. With his crotch nearly eye level, I could see a bulge forming in his pants. Without realizing, I licked my lips. “I know how to know for sure whether or not you’re gay.” “And how’s that?” I asked. I must have been fuming as my body continued to feel as if I was overheating. “Kiss me,” he said. “What?” “Kiss me,” he repeated. “Kiss me, and if you don’t feel something, you can go home right now and forget all about me. I won’t see you again. I promise. But, if you do feel something, you have to see where it takes you. Deal?” My anger was rising, leading to a hasty decision. Whatever reasoning I normally had was gone. I stood up and faced him, Dominic puffing out his chest slightly. He wrapped a hand around me, pressing his palm to the small of my back. He pushed me toward him, his other hand reaching up to my face, feeling my stubble. Our eyes met, and all my anger subsided. He brought my face toward his, his mouth opening to receive mine. My eyes closed slightly, but my other senses were heightened as I felt his tongue enter my mouth, tasting me and me him. Our bodies were pressed against each other, our growing bulges rubbing. As we kissed, my dream was awoken, playing again in my mind. Now I could feel him against me for real. I could smell his skin. It was intoxicating. He leaned back and looked me in the eye. “So?” he said. “What did you think?” Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed his face, pulling him back in for another kiss. I wanted to explore every part of him. I needed him closer to me. I needed him to bridge whatever gap existed between us. I needed him… inside me. “Fuck me,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. “What did you say?” Dominic asked. “I said, fuck me,” I told him. “But we aren’t married,” he joked. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I stopped and thought about it, really considering what it was that I was asking him. A week ago, I would have thought I was crazy saying that I wanted this man, a near stranger, to fuck me. Now, it’s all I wanted. “Yes,” I told him. “I want you to fuck me.” Dominic smiled. “Alright,” he said. “But, if we do this, you have to listen to everything I say. Do you understand. Whatever I tell you to do, you do it. No matter what it is. That’s the deal. If you want me to fuck you, I’m in charge. Understand?” “I…” I started, finding a moment of uncertainty. “If you want this, there’s no going back,” he said. “You have to be sure.” I shook my head, a rush filling my mind. “Will,” Dominic said. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” I told him, wanting my clothes off that instant. “Then follow me,” he said, grabbing my arm and guiding me away from the table and down the hall. We passed a door on the right which was closed and then stopped at the room at the end where I could see his unmade bed. He led me inside and turned to me. “Last chance to leave,” he said. I shook my head and started to unbutton my shirt. Dominic smiled and then did the same, pulling off his shirt and revealing his hairy chest and sexy tattoos. With my shirt off, Dominic reached out and pulled me close to him, running his hands through my chest hair and pinching my nipples. I gasped, never feeling something this erotic in my entire life. “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded. “I’ve just never…” “I keep forgetting you’re a virgin,” he said, smiling. He kissed my neck and then moved down to my chest, stopping at my nipple which he bit. “What are you—” “I said you need to do what I want you to do,” Dominic said. “This is a part of that. We’re going to do things tonight that will push you, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. By tomorrow morning, you’ll be converted. Is that what you want?” I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his heart beating. His chest hair curled over my fingers, as if his body was pulling me into him. “I want you,” I said. “I want it. I want everything.” He took my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. “You’ll get it,” he said. I smiled.

They were trying to double-penetrate me and Mark. They soon weren’t trying…they were succeeding. Pozzed Cheerleader 9 I had two cocks knocking at my hole. Dan held the small brown bottle to my nose. I inhaled deep. I could see Ali doing the same for Mark. My cunt gave way first as Darrell slid in right next to Dan. They took my breath away. I huffed the bottle of poppers and exhaled that they fuck me and breed me. “Fuck me, you poz motherfuckers,” I screamed almost too loudly for the room. Darrel and Dan pounded my hole. I thought they were going to rip me in half. Ali had slid into Mark alongside George, he was huffing the poppers so much he passed out for a moment. He was the lucky one. He nodded off through the brutal entry of Ali’s massive prong, but he lived every moment of the hard double fucking the two poz ex-football stars gave his ass. The four men showed us no mercy as they pounded our asses. All in all, we were there till morning with each of us taking multiple loads from all the football alumni. Jalen and Mark were both used and maybe ever abused above and beyond. Their bodies were covered in bruises and hickies as was mine and Jamies. I looked at my watch and it was 3am. We all had been here for over 6 hours and it looked like we were all pretty fucked out. George was big spooning Jalen. Mark was in the slot between Dan and Darrell. Jamie was tucked in Javon and Mike and Ali was still in the mood and it did not matter if I was or not. I laid on my side with Ali behind me. He had my leg held up and was slowly driving his thick poz cock into my used hole. He had a slow, steady pace about him. He just patiently drilled his cock into my slut hole. He jerked my cock to the edge erupting and backed me off each time. I was soon begging him to breed me and let me cum. But they had other plans. Javon rose from his place and slid over to me and Ali, and fed me his cock. I could still taste cum and ass on it. I did not mind. Ali kept his anal onslaught up on my hole. I was aching to cum. I could almost erupt, but he would control my orgasm each and every time. I was being taken at each end. I was in piggy heaven. I moaned for their loads, but they prolonged their assault on my holes. Javon and Ali adjusted me on the bed to where I straddled Javon and Ali stayed behind me. Javon poppered me to the point my whole body felt like jelly. I felt Ali push his thick cock alongside Javon’s massive prick that was lodged deep in me. ALi was the cock in control. He slowly began to refuck my hole, grinding his cock in and out of me and on Javon’s cock, then Javon started to rock his cock in opposite unison of Ali. My cock was rock hard and had to be poking a hole in Javon. I had tears in my eyes as I fought through the pain and pleasure. My cock finally erupted covering Javon’s belly and chest. My ass spasmed sending waves of pleasure into both these hunks of meat that were splitting me in two. They did not just pull out of me. They stayed there splitting me in half until I felt Javon slowly slip from my abused cunt. Ali then finally dismounted me. “I think we knocked this cocksucker up!Ali joked as he scooped a handful of pink tinged jizz from my ass and pushed it into my slut mouth. We soon all drifted off to sleep. I was not sure how long we were out, but I was slowly awoken by a hot mouth on my ass. I looked to see the entire room engulfed in an early morning fuckfest with George plowing Mark who was fingering and felching the cum out of my hole. My cock was rock hard. George ordered Mark to scoot up and slide his cock into me. He wanted to fuck me via Mark. The whole room was involved in some sort of of fucking or sucking or being fucked or being sucked. One by one our hosts for the night would finish up and tidy up, shower and leave. I assumed we had the room til noon or so. George was the last to leave, giving us each a stack of cash. He gave Jaime some final instructions. I soon learned they were all given an extra hundred to breed and fuck me before they left. Jalen and Mark took turns on me as I laid sprawled out across the ottoman. I cleaned both of their cocks before they showered. Jaime took me in the shower stall fucking me hard and giving me a piss enema before pissing on my face and then mkaing me wait in the bathtub while his piss dried on me and he took a long shower. I walked him in the warm noon sun just sore and achy with a wicked headache. I felt like I was coming down with something. More to Cum Hope you Came

Jake knew he had this hot little wrestler right were he wanted him. Jake also knew this first fuck was going to hurt the boy's cunt like hell. He grabbed a sock and poured his poppers on it and forced it over the boy's nose and mouth and ordered him to breathe deep. " Boy you better do as I say or I will beat your ass first before I fuck it". The boy believed him and was complying. Jake felt the boy go partially limp under him and Jake readied his next step. He pulled a loaded rig out of the dresser drawer which was right next to a box of Trojans. Jake smirked when he saw those and remembered he had bought them years ago and they were still unopened. Jake rolled the blissed out boy onto his back and tied off his arm. The boy's veins popped up prominently and Jake expertly inserted the needle, registered the flash and plunged the boy into a new level of consciousness. He pulled the strap off and rolled his new boy back onto his belly as his boy's eyes popped open and he started coughing. Jake put pressure on the boy's neck and using his knees, spread his prey's legs apart. The boy immediately started thrashing and talking gibberish. Jake took aim on the virgin cunt, lined his fat pierced cock and thrust forward breeching the boy's tight fuck hole. The boy was instantly blinded by white hot pain. He bucked and thrashed trying to throw Jake off but Jake had the advantage on him. He managed to only get about half way in so he bit down on the boy's neck. The boy seemed surprised by that and Jake thrust forward again. The pain that the boy was feeling wasn't like anything else he ever felt. He was screaming and crying and Jake kept thrusting until he was fully buried into his new boycunt. Jake just rested for a minute to let the boy get used to the stretch and the boy could feel Jake's cock twitch inside him. The boy went a bit limp again, overwhelmed by all the different sensations he was experiencing. He was high on poppers, riding a wave from his slam, and having the deep pain from just having his virginity stolen. Jake knew as tight as this boy's hole was, he would have to start slow or he would blow his first nut way too soon. Jake started to pull out just a bit before pushing back in and hitting the boy's second ring. Jake didn't want to breach it just yet. He pulled out about half way and felt his large gauge Prince Albert drag across the boy's prostate. The boy reacted like he had just touched an electric fence. He gently kept this up for a few minutes, the boy's groans of pain changed slightly to more like gasps. He could definitely feel a change in the boy. He wasn't fighting him anymore and was even pushing back to meet his thrusts. Jake pulled his boy up and he was straddling Jake now. Jake looked into the boy's eyes and his pupils we're as big as saucers. Jake commanded the boy to sit back onto his cock and make him feel good. The boy did but seemed a bit hesitant to go very fast. He had gotten about two inches inside when Jake put both hands on the boy's shoulders and pulled down as he thrust up. He was again stopped by the second ring. Jake smiled a devilish smile and let the boy ride him at his pace for a minute. Jake pulled down hard on the boy and felt himself break his second barrier. The boy went rigid at this new deeper pain. Jake pushed the boy back and lifted his legs onto his shoulders. Jake started to rabbit fuck the boy's tender hole now and he felt the cunt get a bit looser from a combination of his precum, the boy's ass juices and probably blood. Jake could see the boy's cock was semi hard now. Probably couldn't get hard from the Tina he pumped into the boy but the boy's cock was of little concern to Jake. The boy seemed to be adjusting to his first fuck and was moaning and meeting his strokes. Jake asked the boy if he was enjoying his breeding. The boy couldn't really say anything that sounded like words. Spit was dribbling out of the corner of the boy's mouth. His mouth was open so Jake dropped a big spit of his Copenhagen spit into the boy's mouth and ordered him to swallow. The boy did, barely aware. Jake felt his big furry nuts draw up and he knew he was close to blowing his first nut into the kid. Jake slapped the boy's face and asked the boy if he was ready for his first seeding. The boy didn't seem to understand so Jake slapped him again and repeated the question. This time the boy nodded his head in the affirmative. Jake wrapped his arms around the boy, pulled his body close to his, thrust down deep and his whole body shook as he emptied his nearly one week load deep into the boy's guts. The boy felt Jake's load painting his insides and he lost his own nut shooting all over Jake's hairy chest. It took a few minutes for Jake to recover from one of the most powerful orgasms he had in awhile. He plopped out of the sloppy bloody hole he had just deflowered and said " Boy you done made a mess and now you got to clean it up".

Oh my!! why would you want to make your hole virginal looking?!? My ass had had thousands of guys playing in it on top of lots of large toy plays that occurs in me nearly every day. Consequently I am stretched out, loose, and obviously sexually well used, even to the casual observer, because my asshole is really a long slit/gash. I am proud of how used and loose I am and work to get stretched out even further and enjoy even larger size and use than I already do. peaking as a guy with a loose hole and a super thick cock: tight asses are overrated and frankly uncomfortable, no matter how virginal and pretty they may look . 😉

met my polite trucker FB. He got me in his cab, and signaled for me to wait. HE came back 5 minutes later with his buddy (who has fucked me before) and signalled that he wanted a three-way. They got me on all fours and took turns spit roasting me. I was in hog heaven. They were so ENTHUSIASTIC. The all of a sudden, the buddy pulls out a bandana and wants to blindfold me. Went along with it. In short order he had me riding his cock He stopped and I could feel Mr. Polite trying to push his cock in as well. That was awfully advanced for him, but what the hell. What really surprised me was that I could hear them kissing. I really enjoyed it but what turned me most on as they were really into it . Seems liked that was their way of having sex together. They kept fucking me until they came and didn't pull out until they both went soft. Mr. Polite looked a bit sheepish and said "Thank you" as usual Kind of sweet, them showing their love for each other by using me as their cum dump

I love seeing mileage on a hot ass...

Totally agree MuscledHorse a well used gaping gash of a mancunt in one to be proud of. Tight and virginal in most definitely not for me.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_kbAl3YuZNsL0 I love how he begs for the load and how the top delivers!

Part 54 - The Spanish Valet Returns It felt strange doing things this way and laying in bed with Mateo after one of their mad sex sessions, he could see Mateo's point and decided that doing it the right way will keep Gareth in suspense. He could see just how much Mateo and Hannes had found their mutual attraction to each other had grown stronger by taking things slowly. Tom was never one for doing things slowly, he trusted Mateo and would try to keep his hands off Gareth and get to know him first. After all this was the first time he was actually trying to a boyfriend on for size and see how it fitted with his life. He couldn't put his finger on why Gareth seemed so sexy, maybe it was the outrageous flirting they did but never crossing the threshold yet. In any case their first date was dinner in the household dining room, after which they sat on the sofas in the lounge and began to learn about each others jobs in the palace. Gareth asked Tom for second date and when Tom explained that it would have to be when he returned from the state visit to Spain and trip to Mauritius, he smiled and nodded explaining there was no rush and they should let it happen naturally. They were all given their briefs and schedule of the state visit, Franco, Tom and Mateo sat and did plenty of internet searches on the Spanish royal family to make sure they knew who was who and be well prepared for their trip. Max was returning from a meeting with the king and queen who had taken time out to take Max carefully through all the protocols and what the family was like and how they were related through generations of European royalty. This time it would be different from when Max met them at Alex's birthday being a more formal state visit. The part Mateo was looking forward to was the getting there, he simply loved being part of this world and it still gave his spine tingling chills when people would bow and curtsey to Alex, then nod their heads to Max. It took a while for him to comprehend that Max was not technically royal but afforded a minor protocol status. Max looked at the message on his phone "Felipe wants to meet for dinner" he said to Alex and Artem. Artem glanced up sceptically "Seriously?" he said, "He probably flew back for the visit". Alex chuckled "He is not that bad Artem" he said and looked over at Max. "I think we should, show him there are no hard feelings" Max suggested. Alex mused it over and nodded "The free night we have, ask if we can entertain him in the palace". Artem nodded "After all the Spanish royal family do know him" Alex added. "Blah! Blah!" Artem responded forgetting his manners and looking up at Alex and Max. Max eyed him curiously "Are you jealous he fucked your prince?" he asked giggling. Artem rolled his eyes "Do I look like I want to fuck the prince?" he retorted. Alex and Max looked at each other then at Artem "Yes!" they both replied in unison. Artem sat back "Just because I am the only one who hasn't!" he said smirking smugly. "Lies!" Alex replied, "How dare you, show me some respect" he said looking serious. Artem stood "The valet. No valets, make that plural! Shall I continue?" he asked grinning. Alex stood and walked over to him "Kiss me!" he demanded staring intently in to Artem's eyes. Artem moved forward and parted his lips then pulled away laughing "No such luck!". "Gagging for it" Max said smiling so broadly his face was hurting. "You are no better!" Artem exclaimed, "I work for a bunch of easy lays" he said. "Oh now you have poked the bear!" Max said standing up and marching towards him. "Shut up Maxine!" Artem said then burst out laughing, "Otherwise I will tell all to your brother!". Max grabbed Artem and planted a kiss on his lips "Tell me you didn't like it?" he asked. Artem looked at him "Oh Max, marry me" he said pulling Max in to his arms and squeezing him hard. Max giggled "Fuck you are strong Artem" he said trying to ply him away. "You wanted to play Maxine so we are playing" Artem replied noticing Alex filming it on his phone. "Priceless" Alex said laughing, "Artem finally caught in a compromising situation". Finally letting Max go they got back to business. Max had never really seen this side of Artem where he actually showed his fun loving side with Max present. He knew that Alex and Artem had a very close bond and was not unusual to find him sitting on the bed with Alex talking when he was busy. On his return Artem would always assume his position. There was no question that Artem protected the prince and he in return confided a lot in him. Slowly as Artem got to know Max he began showing the same tendencies towards Max as well, he was unsure of Max to begin with until they found their own path of friendship. Artem ran through the schedule with Max in more detail, the purpose of this trip was an arts and cultural exchange where he would be taking the lead and visiting the Prado National Museum and other cultural sites. The purpose to forge links between museums and galleries to exchange exhibits on a collaborative basis. What Max didn't know was how this visit was secretly hatched by the two kings and queens as a final test to see how Max handled the helm of such visits. For the most part Max believed that Alex was running it being the official royal, his instruction was to step back letting Max shine and for him to play the supporting part. Alex looked at them both and smiled "Then off to Mauritius. I promised you would get there Artem". Artem sat back and smiled "You did, but Max has organised it" he said correcting Alex. Mateo appeared and bowed "Your royal highness, sir. Cases all packed, Tom is finishing off now". Artem looked at him "What about yours?" he asked. "I no have many clothes" Mateo replied, "I no need them". Tom stood at the door laughing "You have to be kidding, you have more clothes than all of us". "Josh just loves Mateo, always giving him things" Max said in a complaining tone. Mateo bowed with a glint in his eye "I can not help being sexier than you all" he said giggling. "Here we go!" Artem exclaimed shaking his head and smiling at Max. It was now a game that played out almost every other day, that silly glint of mischief in his eyes then he would stare at Alex who always took the bait and gave chase to Mateo. They found the two of them rolling around on the lounge floor in an erotic play fight. Artem had given up trying to control Mateo or even understand what went on his head most times, he just let him get on with it and enjoyed having Mateo and Tom as friends despite being their boss within the prince's royal household. Max followed Artem in to the lounge and shrugged "So you want to dine with us tonight?" he asked. "Yes, thanks Max" Artem said putting his arm around his shoulder and Max copped a feel of his arse. Artem glanced at him "Doesn't matter how much you try, it will never happen" he said smirking. "I know. But you have such a sexy a arse Artem" Max said watching Alex who overpowered Mateo. Artem chuckled and then strangely he leaned in a kissed Max on the cheek before letting go and going back to his work. It was all go the following morning as they headed to the airport then off to Madrid. Mateo was so excited going to Spain that they couldn't shut him up for the first half of the trip there until Tom threatened to gag him with his cock if he didn't stop. The royal cavalcade left Madrid airport with the police motorbikes in front clearing the way. The Spanish royal family appeared outside the front doors of the Zarzuela palace to greet their guests, Alfonso followed behind being assigned as the prince and Max's palace valet for their visit. He was a little nervous unsure of what reaction he would get this time now the prince had a boyfriend. The cars stopped and the palace footmen rushed over opening the doors and standing to attention. Alex exited followed by Max and they walked over when the senior footman who announced them 'His Royal Highness Prince Alexander Albert Turon de Vasco, Prince of Monrovia and Duke of Montcalm', Alex stepped forward bowing then kissing the king and queen on the cheek, his eyes fleetingly glanced to Alfonso and he smiled seeing the familiar very sexy valet. 'The Honourable Sir Maximilian Westwood-Lymm' the footman announced and Max stepped forward bowing and offered the hand of the queen then king to shake, remembering that it was a gentle up and down then release. Protocol observed exactly how he was told then a more informal approach took over as they were introduced to Alfonso. Max looked at the stunning Spaniard and saw how Alex looked and smiled affectionately, instantly he knew this was the valet Alex had told him about. The king and queen left Alfonso to take Alex, Max and their royal staff to their rooms and advising them to meet for lunch in one hour. Their first evening was a casual dinner to which Felipe had been invited. The second day was the first official engagement late morning then a full state banquet in the evening, at least today they had a chance to chill out and enjoy the fine Spanish weather and socialise with the royal family. The best news Alex heard was that the Duke and Duchess of Galicia were arriving that afternoon and staying over for the state banquet, Alex explained to Max how it was the duchess who almost pushed him in to bed with Felipe. Alex turned hearing the laughter of Artem and Liam who both seemed pleased to see Alfonso again, Artem clearly was happy since Alfonso would probably remember how Alex liked things. Mateo still in awe taking everything in was now a silent lamb following the heard with Tom. His eyes focusing in on Alfonso and his pretty good looks. Mateo was the only one who followed Alex and Max in to their rooms to start unpacking the cases. Tom carrying the boxes with the royal sashes in followed Artem to his room which had the safe in to store valuables. Alex and Max sat down on the sofa whilst Alfonso summoned coffee for them then walked in to the dressing room. "I do that" Alfonso said walking over to Mateo holding his hand out for the suits. Mateo shook his head "Descampaco las maletas" he said surprising Alfonso. "Es usted español?" Alfonso asked looking carefully at him. "No soy Mexicano" Mateo replied unable to stop staring at him with his mouth partly open. Alfonso smirked "Como desées" he said turning to leave. "Oye ayúdame" Mateo demanded and Alfonso smiled. Together they unpacked the cases nattering away happily to each other in Spanish and becoming instant friends, they also fancied each other and flirted openly enjoying themselves immensely. Over lunch Alfonso took the entourage down to the staff dining area then Liam took Franco to meet the security team of the palace. They spent the afternoon walking around the grounds and having a tour of the palace before heading up to get ready for dinner. The duchess was all over Alex and Max like an old friend until Felipe arrived at the palace and they sat down for dinner. The king and queen retired with the duchess and her husband, they wanted at least to give the visiting royals time to chat with Felipe and they made their way outside to sit in the balmy still air. Alfonso appeared on the terrace "Your highness, sir. I am here if you need anything" he said bowing. Felipe glanced at him then looked again staring "This is Alfonso our valet in the palace" Alex said. "Encantado de conocerte" Alfonso said nodding his head staring at Felipe, "You famous!". Felipe chuckled and Alex had seen that look before "Placer conocerte" he said softly. Alfonso giggled stupidly making Felipe smile "Tienes un teléfono móvil?" he asked. "Sí" Alfonso replied nodding his head still staring at him. Felipe got his out and looked at Alfonso "Cuál es tu número?" Felipe asked. Alfonso reeled it off and Felipe typed it in to his contacts "Por qué?" Alfonso asked afterwards. Felipe smiled "Creo que me he enamorado de ti y quiero ser tu novio" he said. "Seguro por qué no" Alfonso replied, "Cuándo? he asked. "Miércoles?" Felipe replied and Alfonso nodded, "Te llamaré" he said. "If you have finished, coffee please Alfonso" Alex said interrupting them and winking at him. "Yes your highness" Alfonso said bowing and leaving. Max chuckled as Felipe tried to act normally "Very nicely done" Max said. Felipe looked at him "You understood?" he asked. "Not all of it but I got most of it" Max replied, "He is in love with Alfonso" he said to Alex. Felipe blushed "What happened?" Alex asked all intrigued. "Don't know" Felipe replied, "I... I am not sure, he is so sexy" he said. Alex and Max both sat back smiling "I never thought it would be a Spanish man" Felipe added. "You have men throwing themselves at you all the time Felipe" Alex reminded him. Felipe smiled "Yes I know, but he is so... Dios! I do not know". Alex leaned over and kissed Felipe on the cheek "He is a randy Spaniard, like you" he said. They continued chatting for an hour before Felipe took his leave, the humidity in the air had suddenly spiked and they were both uncomfortable in their dress. Max already thinking ahead spoke to Felipe about attending the tennis tournament in Monrovia in September to which he eagerly agreed. Felipe was also tasked with bringing at least four other stars. He laughed but agreed liking the challenge but also knowing several avid tennis fanatics in the Hollywood set. They walked with Felipe seeing him off with Alfonso walking behind, Alex could see that the change in humidity had also got to Alfonso who looked hot and uncomfortable now as well. "I need a cold shower" Max said loosening his tie. Alex agreed with him "Same here" he said as they got to their room. "Thank you Alfonso that will be all for the evening" Alex said kindly to him. Alfonso smiled bowing his head "Are you sure I can do nothing else for you this evening?" he asked. Alex chuckled and looked over at Max laying on the bed partly naked "Max?" Alex asked. Max smiled and nodded "Easy I can do you both" Alfonso said smirking, "I really horny now". Max stood up and Alex started undressing Alfonso kissing him tenderly, even Max had to admit he found the guy incredibly sexy and was probably the nearest thing he would get to Mateo who seemed to keep things professional with them. Max was undressed and stood facing a naked Alfonso. He was lost for words seeing the tattoos on Max's shoulder and arm, running his fingers over them he stepped closer and kissed Max moving him backwards until they fell on the bed. Alex went to have a cold shower giving them a few moments to explore each other. The soft knock on the door fell on deaf ears and Mateo walked in crossing in to the bedroom having heard them come back to the rooms. He stood there unsure what to make of what was going on, in his head that was, his cock had no problem figuring things out seeing Alfonso naked and laying on top of Max. Alex appeared and gasped in shock seeing Mateo lost in thought staring at the sight then looked down and chuckled seeing his erection. He walked over to Mateo who turned realising Alex was standing there. 'Your high...' Alex put a finger to his lips staring at him and moving his face closer until he kissed Mateo. Pulling back Alex smiled 'Max has a big crush on you' he whispered in his ear as his fingers began unfastening the buttons of Mateo's shirt. Mateo looked over to the bed at the two men who now struggled to fight on who was fucking who. Mateo seemed a little nervous at first then he looked up at Alex whose lips were slightly parted in a smile, Mateo leaned forward and rammed his tongue between the lips kissing Alex hard and purposefully. He then retracted his tongue and teased Alex who was trying to kiss him having being so turned on by the first kiss. Mateo chuckled and ran a finger down Alex's face as they moved closer again, his lips felt like they were sizzling as Mateo made contact again. Alex felt his body rising off the ground in his arms as he took the prince over to the bed laying him down next Max and Alfonso, gone was any doubt in his head. They both stopped and saw Mateo, his body and tattoos, Max's cock instantly jumped and bounced several times and his hand seemed to have a mind of its own touching the Mexican's body, his eyes looked pleadingly at Mateo who smiled 'You will get your turn!' he said in a tone that told Max he was going to get it. Alfonso looked Mateo in the eye and they suddenly kissed with angry passion getting it out of their system before focusing back on the guys under them. Alex moaned and gasped first at the sudden way Mateo had worked his cock to his hole and penetrated him with the head, his eyes looking up feeling the head of his cock slipping in and out preparing his hole to take the fullness of his cock. Little by little more of him was entering Alex getting deeper and deeper in to his body. Continuous with no slowing down, his arse being worked stretching and loosening it the more he took. There was no resistance from Alex, all he could do was gasp and moan wildly staring up at Mateo, his fingers digging in to his hips unsure if he wanted to stop him or pull him in harder. He felt it each time Mateo pulled his cock back then forward then he moved in one suave motion, desperately Alex tried arching his back off the bed but he met Mateo's body that wouldn't move. Moaning louder and feeling the bushy prickles of his pubes rubbing against his arse and hole he knew his cock was now deep inside in his body, The feeling of him being inside was so intoxicating that Alex now wore the widest smile on his face as he settled back. His steady yet relentless movement gave Alex no time to even adjust or react. His variety of movements from his hips had him gasping never knowing what was coming next, Mateo displayed his devilish smile 'I tell you I cum lots and many times' he said softly and following up with a kiss. His deep long strokes felt like they were touching him in places he had never experienced, focusing on Mateo trying to second guess his moves he could now understand why Max had a crush on him, he couldn't wait to see his boyfriend getting fucked by Mateo. Likewise Max was watching Alex at the hands of Mateo, he too got a real buzz seeing Alex in action. Too focused on Alex and Mateo he got a gentle slap on the face from Alfonso reminding him he was there, Max was so aroused that he tried to get Alfonso over on to his back but the Spaniard was having none of it and he gently tapped Max again on the face warning not to fight him off. Max chuckled looking up in to his eyes, they were so mesmerising that he lifted his head desperate to kiss him. Alfonso smiled and lowered his head kissing him and forcing Max's head back on the bed as he worked Max's legs up around him pinning Max to a missionary position like Alex was. Moving his cock leaving a trail of precum until he found the warmth of his arse lips slipping around the moist head of his cock, his kissed Max harder raising his hips and pushing in quickly. His hands grabbed Alfonso's shoulders in mock protest, yet the passion of his kiss had the desired effect on Max who surrendered himself completely to him. Locked in the kiss he found Alfonso was in no way shy about using his cock and got to work on Max with subtle hypnotic strokes. The noises in the room coming from Alex and Max moaning almost in time with each other. Alfonso struggling to maintain a steady rhythm hearing Mateo's balls slapping away at Alex with his deep hard thrusting, he was getting so aroused by the noises in the room that he changed to a deep rapid penetration fuck. Max clearly wanted a break from the kiss but Alfonso held fast holding his head still so he could continue assaulting him at both ends. Max now flung his arms around Alfonso's body holding him tight against himself, their bodies moving together. A surge rippled through his body causing Alfonso to moan in to Max's mouth and his hips picked up speed feeling the tingle of his orgasm beginning in his balls, it was too late to stop it and he broke the kiss moaning loudly. His hips jumped forward pressing down harder in to Max feeling his cum speeding up through his cock, pulsing hard he shot his load planting it deep. Max moaned and pulled Alfonso back down, his head buried against Max's neck as they held each other tightly. His body trembled then his hips jabbed hard cycling through his orgasm, Max could feel his warm breath being exhaled each time his body trembled and jumped. He laid there oblivious to anything staring up the ceiling, just holding Alfonso and letting him finish his orgasm fully felt so amazing to Max. They both became aware of the slapping balls getting faster and Alex moaning in a higher pitched tone as he gasped for air from the relentlessness of Mateo, each thrust in pushed the air out of his lungs having such a bewildering effect on him that made Alex shot his load twice, the second time his arse clamped hard and Mateo reared up and holding still for a split second shooting the first ribbon of his seed, in the blink of an eye the balls started slapping again even faster as he continued fucking Alex hard allowing all of his seed to be pumped out. Suddenly he changed in to a steady massaging fuck and leaned down kissing Alex. He continued doing this for several minutes before picking up the speed again and fucking Alex for the second time. Mateo leaned up running his fingers along Alex's body causing him to giggle. He looked over at Alfonso 'Swap?' he asked, Alfonso leaned over and kissed him as they both extracted their cocks ready to swap bottoms. Mateo gently pulled the head out followed by a river of cum flooding out of Alex's arse. Max noticed and giggled then rubbed his finger over his hole feeling it was damp but otherwise pretty dry still. Mateo positioned himself against Max 'Don't worry it will happen to you when I have finished' he said smiling and slipping his cock deep inside Max in one attempt. He then began to fuck Max with deliberate slow strokes then a few deep hard thrusts, moaning and rolling his eyes feeling Alfonso's cum coating his cock and driving him wild. Mateo leaned down and kissed him roughly then grinned 'I am going to wreck you!' he said smirking and building up the speed of his deep fucking and pinning Max's arms down above his head. Alfonso smiled shaking his head at the incredible way Mateo could fuck, he turned to Alex and scooped up some of Mateo's cum and pushed it in Alex's hole followed by his cock, using it as lube. He knew exactly how hard Alex could take getting fucked having been here before and he soon had his prince moaning. After a few minutes he pulled out and dragged Alex over to the sofa. With Alex kneeling on it, Alfonso took him from behind softly then kissed him and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist. From this position Alfonso could certainly match Mateo for speed and depth as he fucked Alex for nearly half an hour before he finally shot his cum and collapsed on top of him. Alex giggled and turned his head to kiss Alfonso 'I love it when you do it like that' he said purring like a cat. Max was being put through his paces having taken two loads already from Mateo he was about to deliver his third, this time he really began pounding Max so hard that Max accidentally scratched Mateo's back when he felt the muscles in his arse loosing their ability to function properly, his action caused Mateo to fuck him harder and harder until he began knocking out his third load and collapsing on to Max, both drenched in sweat and panting heavily Mateo was not ready to pull out yet and made Max lay there with his arse soaked in cum, his hips still moving and gyrating. Max was beginning to get some control back down below, he certainly felt liked he had been wrecked. Mateo finally pulled out and a dribble followed "I need cold shower" Max said looking exhausted. Mateo helped Max off the bed "Thanks" he said. Mateo smiled "I would clench your arse you got several of my loads in there" he said. "Now I remember know why I have a crush on you!" Max replied steadying himself on his feet. Max chuckled and took a few steps then ran to the bathroom as he felt a river or cum flowing down his leg. The three of them stood there laughing at his predicament until Alex felt a trickle beginning to run down his leg, he now ran to the bathroom. Alfonso stood there bent over in laughter then yelped and looked behind unable to stand up properly, he felt the hand holding him down as Mateo slid his cock in his arse. Planting his hands on the bed for support as Mateo pushed deep inside, he pulled back then pushed deep inside again letting Alfonso feel what was about to come. Mateo let out a soft growl and slowly began fucking at first, with each passing minute it got deeper and harder. Alfonso could now hear and feel Mateo's balls knocking away rapidly at his arse. Mateo moaned and gripped on to Alfonso's hips holding him deep on his cock shooting his sixth load in two hours. He pulled Alfonso up right keeping his arms secured around the his waist and impaled on his cock, Alfonso looked over his shoulder and kissed him as Alex and Max returned from the bathroom still giggling away and kissing each other bumping in to the door. The both looked over at the hot sight of Alfonso and Mateo locked together. Alex climbed into bed with an aching arse "Warn me never to have sex with Mateo again!" he said. Max smiled "God I love you and I really love watching you get nailed" he said then laughed. "Get in to bed I want you" Alex said fingering his cock and tasting his precum. "Seriously Alex, I can't take any more tonight" Max protested climbing in to bed. Alex chuckled "I need you to blow me" he said rubbing his cock gently. Max smiled and kissed him on the mouth, chin, neck and worked lower down his body. Eventually they ended up in a sixty nine position finishing each other off before finally falling asleep. Alfonso and Mateo arrived noisily carrying a tray of coffees 'Good morning your royal highness, sir' they said in unison and bowing then waiting for them to wake and sit up. They placed the tray on the bed noticing all the cups. They then sat crossed legged on the bed pouring four cups of coffee and inviting themselves to take morning coffee with Alex and Max. "Are we taking liberties now?" Alex asked taking a sip of coffee and sighing. "Of course" Mateo replied smiling as Liam, Franco and Artem appeared in the bedroom. Alfonso smiled "Come, coffee here" he said as they all piled on the bed. Liam sat between Alex and Max "Man you both reek of sex" he remarked winking at Alfonso and Mateo. Max smiled resting back against the head board "You want sucking off then?" he asked. "Certainly not" Liam replied slapping Alex's hand away that was moving under the sheets. Alfonso laid down with his head across Mateo's legs "This nice, nice and friendly" he said softly. They all laughed and sat chatting about the day ahead before they got down to business getting Alex and Max ready for their royal visit to the national museum. Artem fully aware of what was going down on this trip worked with Max on the timings in the car towards the museum and who he was being presented to on arrival. It was the first time that Max was introduced ahead of Alex and it seemed so out of the ordinary to him. They day went well with not a mishap in sight, even Franco was quietly loving his part taking the spotlight for once with Max. That evening they attended the state banquet in their honour and the Spanish Prime Minister attended spending quite a bit of time talking with Max and Alex. The following day was another busy one with Max at the helm then a visit to one of the IHF charity offices that Felipe had persuaded them to fit in. Their last evening was relatively quiet dining with the royal family and celebrating a successful few days with Max having secured a showing for Asa's work at a gallery in Madrid along with a few other artists from Monrovia. The prime minister of Spain was impressed by their visit he was now going to make an official business visit to Monrovia in return. The governor premier made sure that the royal council were aware that is was all Max's doing at being a superb ambassador for their country, he was carefully sowing the seeds for next council meeting when the Sovereign Statute 10.5 would be put before them. It was a sad afternoon for Alfonso having to say goodbye to them all after getting to enjoy some fun times with them. Alex sent a text to Felipe suggesting he try and get Alfonso out for a drink that evening noticing that he looked a little down at their upcoming departure. By the time the cars arrived Alfonso appeared with Mateo looking happy and telling Alex that he was going out for a drink later with Felipe. With all the farewells done and promises to come back soon the cars left the Zarzuela palace for the airport and their flight to Mauritius. They were all in good spirit looking forward to a couple of weeks of downtime, hidden away with no interruptions. Only Franco was aware of what the real reason for the trip and Max had wanted their personal household present considering they lived in each others pockets and beds. Every time he looked at Alex, his prince, his heart never failed to skip a beat and he loved that feeling that came over him, it was pure love and something he still found exciting each day.

The music is loud… some techno shit… not good not bad… I try to look like I belong in this place… I do not know the language but who cares… I am not here for the talking. In fact the more anonymous the better… I am a traveler. I am staying in this city for three nights and I intend to make the best of it… The moment I arrived I went to the hotel, jumped in the shower, cleaned inside- out, wore my worn out fuck jeans, no under wear, took my poppers in hand… and here I am in a bar at the center of the gay neighbourhood drinking my beer and gathering my strength to go downstairs where I know is the darkroom… I am not invisible… I am tall 6.3 black hair, moustache, with the confidence of an Alpha Top … Well I used to .. in my old days… Alas… not any more… now I know what I am … I am a cumdump… the men who like to breed a real man cunt, sure they have a good time with me… but again some not… no big deal… that’s is life… and I am OK with it… I usually smile, I say “I do not fuck… I like to get fucked and I only do bareback…” And when I say it I smile so no hurt feelings… And most of the guys are Ok with that. So life goes on… And the path of my life brought me here in this seedy leather bar. I see people look at me try to figure out what is the story behind my Mediterranean poker face… But none approaches and I approach no one either. Second beer… The bartender takes the tip with the smile. Europeans do not tip bartenders. “The fun is downstairs” he said in English. “I know” was my answer. No more talk… I went back to my corner. A man around his 50’s was standing opposite of me. Tall maybe a bit taller than me… Beard… Stocky… Nordic… In leather. Intense eyes. He is drinking his beer slowly. Looking at me… I took the challenge and I returned back the glance with the same intensity. His eyes showed nothing. He was good… A silent hunter. That is OK with me… I can wait… I won’t make the first move. If there is any kind of invitation it has to be from his part. That is the rules of the game. And I was right. He approaches me first. “Boy I need to piss… come downstairs… Now!!!” Yeap, he read me right. I followed him downstairs… he took a turn right to one of the booths… waited in the open door. I came closer. He kissed me… He knew how to kiss… Not soft not hard, but with dominance… I felt the taste of the beer. He took my hand and put it at his open fly… Damn… uncut and thick … the way I like it… Not soft but not hard either… He didn’t touch my cock at all… put his hand under trying to find my hole… He found the target easily…. “I’d love to piss in your hole…” “Go for it…” was my answer…. “Let’s find the sling”… We went thru the dark corridors… Men in the basement were walking back and forth from one wall to the other like ghosts… Hunting… for the next pray… for the next cock… for the next ass… I read their minds… They knew I was his… and with his walk in front of me he left no doubts … I was his… There was the sling… unoccupied… Didn’t take me long to take my trousers off… put it on the sling and lay on it… Took his lube… spread it around my hole then all over his thick tool… I was hard… but he stil hadn’t touch my cock.. I was not given permission to touch it either … Took my poppers out….. Nice buzz… He took his too… and then I felt his cockhead pressing my spinster… “Ready boy?” I loved the way he pushed it in… It hurt a bit but it was a nice kind of pain. My eyes locked in his… “Here it comes…” he said and then I felt it… Warm piss in my hole… And his eyes still there locked in mine. And yes a slight smile. There was another buzz … Damn chem piss…. My favourite kind…. “I love chem piss… “ I heard my self whispering while he still kept steel in my ass… “You like slamming boy?” he asked. “I love slamming Sir, but I cannot handle the needle myself… “ I said… “Good… I love slamming my boys…. Do you want to be my boy for tonight BOY?” How sweet of him… he was still pissing in my ass and slowly started to slide his thick cock inside my sloppy ass… He looked like he cared.. “Yes, Sir.... I can be anything you want me to be…” was all I said. And I meant it. “Do you want to be my slam whore for tonight boy?” So strange hearing a man calling me “Boy”… and somehow I felt a kind of peace in me… “Yes, Sir! I trust you…” He started fucking me faster… “You like my dick?” he asked. “Love your dick Sir” I answered back and I meant it. “Do you like my piss in you?” soft voice… taunting me.. teasing me… “Yes, Sir although I make a mess”… “No worries… we are not done yet… I will deliver the deed first... and then some more… we are not in a hurry… Are you in a hurry?” he was fucking me slowly… but not in the way to breed… just the way to feel my wetness inside me… and take the pleasure I was giving him… “No Sir, I am not in a hurry… I am your boy for tonight…” He smiled… nice teeth…. I liked that he was not afraid to smile… Most Tops don’t smile… I guess part of the mask… I don’t complain. I wear my masks as well… but this time I was Ok… I felt safe being a cumdump in a sleazy bar offering my ass to a complete stranger, talking English in an equal heavy accent as mine… And I meant it... I was his boy for tonight… That was clear in my mind… “You know what I want right now?” he asked again with his smooth whisper… “What?” “ A nice slam!” “Here?” “Yessssss while I am fucking you… Do you trust me?” My logic said no… but fuck logic… I took another big sniff from the poppers and instead of an answered I offered him my arm… “Good boy… “ was all he said… From one of his pockets he took one point… without taking his cock off from my ass he found the vein and I felt a small prick… He was good… I knew I was in good hands… I saw how he registered the point, the slight draw back of the blood entering the needle and then he pushed it all in… “There you go boy… fly away…” I heard my self coughing a bit… and then the buzz came like a wave… an electric wave … like flying… I felt like a leaf… ready to surrender on the wind… yes I was moving but it was the motions of the fucking… “Yes… be my slam whore”…. And the fucking became more intense…. He started to speak in his own language… Norwegian maybe? I didn’t care… I was lost in space… I felt poppers in my nostrils… He ordered me to breathe… And then he took four big snorts… The real fucking started…. He was close… “Look at me whore” he demanded… I looked at him … he was so beautiful… and like an invisible mirror I saw I was beautiful in his eyes, as well… I was where I was born to be… In a sleazy bar getting fucked and slammed by a stranger…. “Ready for my poz load, Boy? Beg for my Poz load…. “ “Give me your Poz load” I said. “Louder!!!!” He screamed… “GIVE ME YOUR POZ LOAD” I heard my voice screaming… That was all he wanted to hear…. And he gave it to me… With a bark … Like a wolf… like a tortured demon, he unleased in full force his seed deep in me… The noise of the sling was our only music... and then there was nothing else but our breaths… the ship finally came to port after a fight with the storm… I felt his hands on my lips… I sucked his fingers… tasted his cum and piss and my ass juice… nice… then I felt his hand on my hair… gentle touch… so unexpected... so out of place... so right... “Thank you” he said… “Thank you “ I answered back… “Let’s get some water… We are not done yet… “ Then I knew he was a man of his words… I was his Boy for the night… And the night was not done yet…

This happened some time ago and is based on my first time. I was a cocky 18 year old jock wrestler. I was born and raised in rural Wyoming. I was on scholarship to the University and was heading home for a few days over a break. As often happens in Wyoming, I was out in the middle of nowhere and got caught in a white out blizzard. I pulled into a roadside rest area and figured I could catch a bit of sleep and ride the weather out . I had just put a big dip of Copenhagen in when there was a tap on my window. I didn't see the other pickup parked near me when I pulled in. A man about 30ish, hat pulled down hard on his head and a big handlebar mustache greeted me. I rolled my window down a bit and he said " Boy, this ain't no place for you tonight". I was a bit off guard by him calling me boy but he had a friendly smile and I relaxed. I told him I got caught in the storm and figured I would hunker down here until morning. He cocked his head at me and said he lived just up the road and his cabin would be way more comfortable than my pickup. He looked me in the eye and for some reason I felt his authority over me. I intended to decline his offer but out of my mouth came Yes Sir! He smirked when he heard my response and said follow me boy. He climbed into his best up ranch pickup and I followed his taillights into the darkness. I really don't know where we headed but soon enough he pulled off the highway and down a trail. We pulled into a yard that secluded but didn't seem too sketchy. I followed him into the dimly lit but warm little cabin. It was a simple place, one room was all. There was a kitchen area, a big fireplace and a large bed in the corner. As we got inside and took off our coats, we were able to size each other up better. I was 5'11" 165 pounds toned and always felt that I filled out my tight wranglers pretty well. He was just a hair taller and a good 50 pounds heavier but looked like solid muscles.. He also had on tight wranglers with a prominent circle on his back pocket, handlebar mustache I had already seen and heavy scruff everywhere else. His flannel shirt was open about 3 buttons and his chest was covered with a thick forest of fur. Now I never considered myself attracted to men but this bear of a man had me feeling nervous. He had me sit on the leather couch in front of the fireplace to warm up and he seemed to sense my nervousness. He went to the kitchen area to get something to warm us up and asked if I was an athlete since I had a hot little body. I blushed when he said that and he sat beside me and handed me an open beer. I had never drank beer before and didn't particularly like the aftertaste but I wanted to act like I was used to drinking. He encouraged me to gulp down the first one and I did. Man did that beer make me relax. My host, his name was Jake, then pulled out a bong and suggested we smoke some. Hell I had never drank much less smoked weed but the beer had relaxed me and made me a bit sleepy so I agreed but confessed I didn't know how. He smiled again and said he would show me how and he would shotgun me the first few hits. He said he had some special weed and we would have a great time. He packed his bong and lit it up. He took a big hit and pulled my head toward his. He covered my mouth with his and exhaled the smoke into my virgin lungs. I was surprised he did that and I coughed most of it out right away. He said let's do that again but this time try to hold it in. He took another big hit, again pulling my head close to his and exhaled into my lungs. I did better this time and when i exhaled, a big cloud filled the room. I felt hot and tingly at the same time. I also had a goofy grin on my face. We shotgunned a few more times and damn i felt different. Tingly and horny? What the hell was happening. He wanted to see me take my own hit and shotgun it back to him this time. I filled my lungs and leaned in to exhale and he again grabbed my head and he locked lips with me and i felt his tongue invade my mouth. I was so zoned out I didn't fight it. Soon I found my body reacting to his. I was kissing him back and my cock was hard. He pulled away smiling and said let's get more comfortable boy. I let him lead me to the bed and he commanded me to strip. I felt his authority over me and I did as he wanted. He then had me undress him and in a fog I did. I did take in his very furry chest, his pierced nipples, and finally his big uncut cock with a PA. I was fascinated by his dick piercing. He ordered me on my knees and to get my mouth on it. Inside I was revolted by it but my mouth opened on its own and I tasted my first cock. It felt warm, spongy, and hard at the same time. His PA would hit my teeth and he would tell me to watch it. It had grown to at least 8.5 inches and very thick. His head struck the back of my throat and I gagged. He pulled back and instructed me to breath through my nose and try to swallow it. I tried but still gagged. I was getting it wet with my spit though. He pulled a small brown bottle out and held it up to my nose and ordered me to inhale deeply. I did and he pinched off my nose and told me to hold it. He repeated this several times I was flying and floating and he said to suck him again. I was able to swallow the head easier now and he would cut my hair off for few seconds. I kept tasting something sweet and I was actually liking that. After about ten minutes of I am sure a very bad blow job he pulled out of my mouth and said I earned a reward. He had me climb onto the bed and get on all fours. I was afraid he was going to try to fuck me but he said he wouldn't do anything I didn't want to do. He licked my virgin hole and worked his tongue inside. Fuck that did feel good. He worked my hole and got it real wet. His scruff felt amazing on my bottom too. He was working a finger into my hole too with just spit and it wasn't going in. It was hurting some. He grabbed a tub of his "special" lube he called it and started working the lube in his finger. It burned when it went in. He told me that happens sometimes but it will get way better in a few minutes. He kept pawing at my hole and trying to get his finger inside. He finally did saying I sure was tight. He grabbed a needleless syringe filled with a clear liquid and siad this will do the job. I felt him empty the contents in me and the burning was back. I felt really spaced out and needing something. I needed his fingers in my ass. What the hell is happening. I was pushing back on his finger and he hooked his finger inside me. I pushed down and he touched something and I quivered. He said that's it boy, ride my finger. He was soon getting two fingers inside and then three pretty easy. I was overwhelmed by the feelings my ass was giving me. He pulled his fingers out and I was actually concerned he was done. I pleaded with him to put them back. He told me he needed to rest and forced me down on my stomach and he laid on top of me. I could feel his dick between my legs pulsing, like it was alive and leaking on my crack. He kept teasing my hole with it. I know I was pushing back on him and he asked " what do you need boy?". I didn't want to say anything and just moaned. He said we were done unless I would ask him for something so blushing again I asked him to fuck me . He said I didn't hear you. What do you need boy? I said louder, please fuck me Sir

My hole as taken on some wear over the years from cock,dildos,fingers, and hemorrhoids. My hole looks puffy and wrinkly. I'd like it to to be smooth and tight looking again. What is the surgery like?

I love hot humid Southern Ontario summer nights. Especially when my hubby is away like this particular one. I had tossed back three generous gin and tonics with my rare barbecued steak for dinner and it was getting dark. I decided to head out for a walk wearing only sandals and red flimsy gym shorts. They did little to conceal my semi erect cock and if I wasn't careful it could grow and peek out through the leg. This knottiness mixed well with the booze in my system and the sensual humid air. I walked the railtrail beside our bay hoping this might be one of those rare nights I came upon someone interested in an anonymous encounter. Other than the voices of some teens likely skinny dipping I didn't meet or hear anyone. That is until I got to the high end condo under construction next to the trail. A security company vehicle sat by the side of the fenced work site and a young guy in his uniform sat in the driver's seat, window rolled down. The closer I got I could make out he was a turbaned East Indian. Probably 20 years old, small stature and warm inviting smile. I approached his open window and we chatted about the weather, sports and some sporty cars that drove by. He was a sexy little bugger and I had to sheild my crotch with my hand. He noticed and grinned. I asked if he was alone at this site all night. "Yes " "It must get boaring?" I added. "Yeah, a bit. Don't tell anyone but sometimes my girlfriend drops by to help with that. " "Oh. Is she coming tonight?" "No, she's also at work." I was disappointed to hear she existed but decided to go for broke. "Does she suck your cock to help pass the time?" "No! Are you kidding? She's very religious. " "Have you ever had your cock sucked?" "No." "Do you want to change that tonight?" "I don't want to get in trouble. Besides who would do it? You?" "It would be my pleasure. We could slip inside out of sight. " "No I don't think so. " My erection was now poking out the leg of my shorts and I could see his trousers tenting. "Could we be quick? I don't want to loose my job." He opened the gate and we scrambled into the middle of the unfinished building. I slipped out of my shorts, crouched and opened his trousers. To my delight I was facing a ten inch long straight pole of an erection. I knew immediately which hole I needed this beautiful cock in. I proceeded to give him a very well practiced blowjob and from his moans I didn't need to ask if he was enjoying it. When I figured I'd edged him close to shooting I stopped and told him I wanted him to fuck me. "I don't have a condom, do you?" he asked. "Let's go to the roof I responded ignoring his question. I didn't bother gathering my shorts and had him equally as naked by the time the elevator cage reached the roof. I led him by the hand to the bay side of the building. I leaned against the railing and directed him to move in behind me. When he was in place I grabbed his magnificent cock and teased it against my hole. I pushed back and as his head penetrated I gasped. He asked; " Are you sure?" "Never more so was my enthusiastic response. Slowly but surely I pushed back 'til he was balls deep. This was all too much for his virgin cock and he blasted away deep into my guts. Immediately he apologized and I assured him there was nothing to apologize for. "But I came in your ass." "Exactly what I was hoping for, Thanks. ... You're not getting soft. Why don't you keep going?" He needed no encouragement and was pounding away at my sloppy hole. He fucked two more loads into me before we heard the elevator gate slam shut. We hadn't heard it move being so engrossed in our fucking. "My supervisor! Shit, my clothes are on that elevator. What are we going to do?" "I suggest you keep fucking." Came the deep voice of the handsome bear that was already slipping out of his clothes. The young Indian was to frightened and backed away. The supervisor now naked and sporting a beer can thick six inches dove into my ass with his bearded mouth. When he pulled off licking his lips he said. "Fuck, better than I thought. How many loads have you pumped into this trespasser?" "Three" "Well time for me to catch up!" And he plunged balls deep into me proceeding to rail me for the next hour and blast me full of three loads. "You ready to go again. " he asked the young Indian. The 10 inch cock was back up my ass and the supervisor was backing his ass hole onto my raw cock. We found the perfect train rythm and 20 minutes later when the guard emptied again into my flooded ass I shoot my load into supervisor. None of us got dressed until we got back to the ground floor where the supervisor's deminor became very officious. "Don't ever let me catch you trespassing here again or you'll get more than 'security deposits.' I wondered what he meant as I walked home not even trying to keep the cum from leaking onto the ass of my gym shorts.

It's hot AF in Dallas so I've given up cruising for guys oudoor and am doing more at the gym. It seems a lot of other guys have the same idea and with school out now the gym is full of guys looking, but problem is its too crowded for a lot of the action you get when things are slower. More often guys want to take it elsewhere, like to a car. I'm cool with that. And while the neighborhoods around us are gentrifying the gym I go to is still mostly Latinos, which is fine with me. And it seems like the guys at the gym are getting a bit more obvious too, hanging out naked, looking at porn on their phones or on hookup apps, loitering by the showers and the sauna. It makes it easier to hook up to be sure. I had barely stripped down this morning before I had a guy come next to me, his semihard cock at my eye level as he's playing with it looking at my face. Bold shit man. I looked around and it was clear so I started stroking him and looking up at him. Nice looking kid and a nice thick uncut cock. He nodded his head towards the showers and I knew the drill. I grabbed my towel, locked up my locker and followed him back to the showers. Three of the showers in the back were already going and I'm guessing had guys in them going at it, judging by the extra towels on the hook. That's always a giveaway. Sometimes you can hear the soft moaning over the running water. The guy I went back with turns on the water and stepped in, motioning for me to join. I don't even know his name. I hang my towel up and get in like I've done so many times before. He's good looking with an impressively long and thick cock and he asks me in Spanish how I want it. I tell him I want to get fucked and he tells me to get down and suck him, which I gladly do. I get him good and hard and can feel the tap on my shoulder meaning he's ready. I turn to face the tiled wall and can feel him slowly forcing his cock in me. Slowly he works all of it in me and starts slowly stroking, enjoying that he's covered my mouth so I don't cry out while he fucks me. I love how he's dominating me and slowly building to giving me what I want. I want to tell him how good he feels, how badly I want his cum, but know I can't say something and besides, he's covering my mouth. Like the good little slut I am I take his load and low how hard he shoots it inside me. He must have needed it bad but he's not done as he keeps stroking inside me. He knows the kind of guy I am and that I want him like this. He knows he can use me for his pleasure. He's stroking deeper, harder and more intensely now and we're probably making some noise but I don't care. I want guys walking by to know I'm being used and bred. I want them to know they can breed me like this too, that they can put their seed in me just like he is. He blasts his second load in me and starts slowing down, his breathing labored and he lets go of my mouth. I've been jerking my cock not knowing if he wants anything from me, but hoping he does. He sees what I'm doing and silently takes his place against the tiled wall, silently giving in to my needs. He'd come across as a cocky top, but at heart he's just as slutty as I am, giving up his ass for a total stranger to breed. And breed him I do. His ass gives way far easier than I expected and I'm pretty sure he gets fucked regularly like I do. Probably loves having strangers cum in his ass. I give him what he wants not even bothering to cover up his mouth so I can hear him whimper with desire. I slid out of him and rinsed off and he turned around to smile at me and joined in rinsing off. I always hate the awkwardness after this, having shared something so intimate but having nothing to say. We both got what we wanted but clearly it was just here, just now. Nothing more could or would come of it. He shut off the water and we toweled off. Stepping out of the shower I got a knowing glance from a guy hanging out by the showers who was wearing just a towel and clearly looking. The guy I was with continued on, but I walked over to the loitering guy, a skinny Latino guy in his late teens. For fun I stuck my hand inside his towel so I could stroke his cock. He didn't protest and it was obvious what he wanted. There wasn't much girth to his cock but I didn't care, I just wanted his load, but after the hung first guy I was guessing my ass would be pretty loose. But the kid probably didn't care. He just wanted to get his load off inside someone and I was that someone. We went back into the same shower I'd been in and turned the water on again. I liked that I didn't have to tell the kid I'd been fucked and fucked the other guy. Maybe he knew, maybe not. Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he liked that I could be had and used. He wasted no time in pushing me up against the wall and shoving his cock in me roughly. Clearly he knew I'd been fucked and wanted his turn. I was his bitch to use and he wasn't going to take it easy on me, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in me balls deep with fast rabbit thrusts. He came and barely slowed down, but I could feel his breath change and him shudder, but he kept his pace up. I wanted to say how hot he was but found myself short on breath as he was pounding me so hard. It felt like I was pass out as it was so intense and I was jerking my cock and close to cumming myself. I could feel him shudder and knew he had cum inside me again and felt him slide out of me. Like the kid before he got up against the wall and I took my place behind him, struggling to get my cock in his ass, resorting to spit and wiping his cum from my ass to lube up my cock. Finally his ass gave way and I could slide inside him slowly as he let out low groans. Clearly he didn't get fucked much or hadn't been fucked in a while. It was hot this little stud was taking me with no questions, letting me violate his hot tight hole raw, knowing that I was going to pump my seed inside him. He's probably embarassed or ashamed for liking it this way. Letting strangers violate him and cum in his ass. He was moaning and whining softly as I worked his ass loose and started stroking in him more. But honestly he was so tight I knew I wasn't going to last long and had barely been at it long before I shot my load inside him. I pulled out as I was spent between him and the first guy and I'm guessing he felt disappointment, like he wanted more, silently pleading at me with sadness in his eyes. I rinsed off and he did too, the whole time looking at me like he wanted more but saying nothing. And maybe I'd misjudged him, thinking he wanted to fuck me, when really he might have wanted to be fucked more. Instead we were silent as we rinsed and toweled off. This time I headed back to the lockers, but he lingered by the showers. Clearly he hadn't gotten everything he'd wanted. Part of me wanted to linger and see if I could get more action, and indeed there now were some other guys I've played with before who were here now, walking around naked, showing off, giving other guys the idea they were available if someone was interested. If anything I only wanted to get bred now and didn't want to have reciprocate. But I didn't want to have to tell them I couldn't reciprocate or why. None of them would care I'd been fucked already but they might be wanting what I want too. By now I'd had a few messages from guys on the apps wanting to hook up and I was kind of over the gym. I dressed and started chatting with a few guys who only wanted to top me to see what I could make happen.

I gave my first load when I was a boy and still very wett behind the ears. It was unexpected and it happend in a public toilet. I did not know that it was a cruise/hunting ground for gays. I really needed to piss and was hit on by and old 60+ slim gay redhead gay guy. I got scared.... but also curious and because of that horny. I was at that age all day horny. At the end... I went into a cubical to wank and it had a gloryhole. I did not know at that time what it was. That old red guy was in the other cubical (did not know that it was him and het invited me with his finger en licking gesture making tong to stick my cock true the hole. I did and got a mind blowing BJ from him (my first) and than he told me in a whisper not to pull back and enjoy what he would do to my cock and to let my cum shoot... but not to pull back. So I did..... not knowing that after a short while blowing my cock.... het backed up onto my hard cock with his very sloppy, slippery and warm ass and started to ride my cock. Milking it with his wett pussy. It was my first time fucking and at that time I didn't know that. I came full in his ass.... it was sooo good.

While many people call the perineum a "taint", I think it originally referred specifically to the perineal raphe. The raphe is the ridge that runs from the anus to the head of the penis and is formed during sex differentiation in the womb. Here's the blurb from wikipedia: The perineal raphe is a visible line or ridge of tissue on the body that extends from the anus through the perineum to scrotum (male) or labia majora (female). It is found in both males and females, arises from the fusion of the urogenital folds, and is visible running medial through anteroposterior, to the anus where it resolves in a small knot of skin of varying size. In males, this structure continues through the midline of the scrotum (scrotal raphe) and upwards through the posterior midline aspect of the penis (penile raphe). It also exists deeper through the scrotum where it is called the scrotal septum. It is the result of a fetal developmental phenomenon whereby the scrotum and penis close toward the midline and fuse. source: [think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perineal_raphe It may have been called the taint as it could have been thought of as a visible sign of what some religions conciser man's original sin. (I've never been able to find the logic in that, I'm just passing along what I read somewhere.) It could also have been called the taint simply because it is usually a well defined area that is darker than the surrounding skin. Personally I like this derivation better. If you combine the words "tint" and "paint" you get "taint".

On Tuesday, I got a motel room and waited blindfolded and ass up. I posted on every site and app I use - BBRTS, Grindr, Sniffies, hell even Doublelist and Twitter. I started at lunch time and went until 5:00. Would have stayed later but I had an appointment to get to. What a day! My previous record was 10 loads in one day, but on Tuesday I smashed that with a new total of 15! It was such a rush every time a new, unfamiliar cock slid deep into my hole and released a big load. But the most memorable was #11, a guy who told me afterward that he's been hitting me up on Grindr for months and we just haven't been able to make it work so we could meet. When he first arrived, he didn't say anything. He might have been wearing shorts or sweats because I didn't even hear a zipper. But I knew I was in for a royal fucking when he started slapping his dick on my ass, then sliding the head up and down my slick crack. The head was huge so I took a few big hits from my brown bottle before I felt the tip stop at my well-used hole and begin to push in. It has been a LONG time since my insides were stretched that much. My hole is used enough at this point that most cocks slide in with relative ease, and if I want to give my top an extra thrill I can squeeze tight around his shaft, letting him feel the full luxury of my velvet grip. But with this guy, there was no squeezing. My hole was stretched to its utmost. This guy knew he was big, so he started slowly, inserting and then removing the tip. Slowly he worked it deeper, a little more with each gentle thrust until at last I felt his thighs against mine. He was balls-deep and it felt AMAZING. He rocked his hips back and forth, sliding out and in, gradually increasing the length of his strokes to let me get fully used to that giant piece of pipe. When he was confident that I was ready, he repositioned himself behind me and began an all-out assault on my hole. His hips slapped against my ass as he drove that cock deep into my guts, hitting my prostate with each thrust. I could feel the precum oozing from my own dick as he pounded me relentlessly, and I felt a wetness dripping down my balls as well. The assault on my hole continued for what seemed an eternity. I have never tapped out before but I was on the verge when he finally announced, "I'm gonna cum." I gritted my teeth and steeled myself for a few more thrusts as he gasped and went still, pumping his load deeper inside me than anyone else that day. At last he withdrew. I lay there motionless, recovering from the pounding I had taken. He quietly got dressed, thanked me, and headed for the door. Once it closed behind him I took the blindfold off and felt my ass. It was still gaped open and my balls were slick. Looking down at the sheets on the bed I realized that he dug me out - the other 10 loads I had taken had been forced out, running down my balls and onto the bed (and the carpet below). I had a brief respite, a period of about 15 minutes before anyone else showed up. When they did, I was rested and able to continue taking loads - 4 more before I finished my day. All in all, an epic day that I won't soon forget.

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You could have stopped with this and saved all the rest of the “it’s your body, your right, your choice” equivocation. To the men reading your post looking for a rationale not to take ART, I would say this: I don’t just have HIV. I have AIDS. I have it because another man fucked it into me. I choose to believe he was unaware of his infection at the time, because the idea that a man could have been so callous, so selfish, so careless, and so ethically bereft that he consciously risked my life for a fuck would forever blacken my outlook on humanity. It is only by a quirk of medical chance that his action did not cause my death. If a man gets HIV, playtime’s fucking over. You don’t get to act like nothing has changed, because everything has changed. Some of the changes aren’t obvious, but become evident in subtle ways as you try to live what ought to be a normal life. Other changes are so obvious you can’t even pretend to overlook them, and how you live with sex is one of them. But it’s not just how you live with sex, it’s how you live with yourself. And the knowledge that your body is now a hazmat zone and you have the potential to kill someone or cause them lasting suffering for which there is no cure. If you have any sense of personal responsibility, any scruples, any ethics, any compassion for other people, any regard for anyone but yourself, this is a no-brainer - you don’t take the risk. You don’t have the right to take the risk. It’s not your body you’re risking at that point, it’s theirs. Even if they’re asking for it, you still don’t have the right to do that to them. If you’re going to fuck other people, and the men reading this are a community of high-risk fuckers, then yes, you get on the meds right away, because everything isn’t always about you. But let’s talk for a minute about you. RawTOP cites sources saying that you can hold off on getting on ART until your CD4 count hits 350. What his information doesn’t share is that a normal healthy human immune system’s CD4 count is between 500 and 1000. By the time you hit 350, your immune system is already compromised. It has already suffered damage that may or may not be reversible. You will already be at higher risk for infection, suffer greater effects from chronic inflammation, and shave some time off your life expectancy. What’s more, 350 is only 150 points above 200 - the level considered diagnostic for AIDS. It’s not uncommon for my count to fluctuate in the 100-150 range between checks. So you can fuck around with your health and knowingly let your body be damaged just so you can thumb your nose at the pharmaceutical companies, or you can start taking the medicine proven to preserve your normal immune function into the future. I know what I would have done if I had had the option. I didn’t get the option. The tests failed me. They kept giving me false negatives until I was nearly dead with it. If you’re fortunate enough to catch your infection early, there’s no good excuse to waste time getting on meds, because the Enemy Virus is sure as hell not going to waste one second trying to kill you. Well, some people say, relative benefits, yadda yadda. - no. If your house is burning down, nobody argues about the relative benefits of letting it burn for a while - you call the fucking fire department. The virus sets to work killing you the instant it enters your body, and it doesn’t stop unless and until you force it to. Your body is your house, and it’s burning. So the question is, what’s the real reason you don’t want to take the medication? For many on here, if what we read is any guide, the decision has to do with indulging in an unhealthy fetish; or with misguided distrust of science or authority or both; with a lack of information; with pigheaded laziness; or with a sociopathic desire to inflict suffering on others (expressions of which one likes to hope are not acted upon). Not a lot of good reasons in there. Bottom line: If you don’t love yourself enough to do it for you, do it for the person whose life you won’t destroy when you don’t pass on your disease. Take the responsibility. Be a man about it. I’m a 7 1/2 year AIDS survivor. In seven and a half years, I have missed exactly one dose of ART. One. I’m still alive. If I can do it, so can you.

That's awesome! When did you first start with your sons? My dad and I started fucking when I was 10 and couldn't get enough of each other.

I woke up extra early yesterday morning because a guy had hit me up over the weekend on sniffies. He was hosting all weekend, probably took 20 or so loads and he wanted me to be one of them. While I couldn't get away from my weekend plans, he was just my type, a hot hairy full figured bear, and a total cum slut, just the kind of guy I wanted to fuck no questions asked. We had exchanged some pics and he had pinned my chat with him. He said he'd still be around Monday morning for a little while and it turned out he was a short detour from my regular work commute. All this excitement caused me to wake up early, so first thing I do is send him a message asking if he still wanted my cum, to which I got a "fuck yeah". He gives me directions to his place, I pull in and walk in the door. I am greeted by a nice area with a full sling setup and porn on the TV that had been left on pause. Clearly, he had had a full weekend of cocks in him and was just trying to get a few more loads in while he was staying at his place in town for the weekend. I walked in and saw his sexy body exposed with only a jockstrap on and I knew I could get right to it. I immediately dropped my pants without another word. I hesitated for a moment as I knew this was a cum and go thing and I didn't need to get naked, but my shirt was extra long since I've been losing weight recently so I went ahead and took that off too, now standing exposed in this guy's room in just my white briefs, my cock getting slightly boned up already. I slid my cock through the fly in my briefs as a means of being a pseudo cock ring and climbed onto the bed with him, feeling up on his beautiful hairy ass I could halfway see in the dark room there. I heard him moan at my touch and knew how much he wanted it after getting so many other loads this weekend and another before I had arrived the same morning. The bought of him being a sloppy cum filled whore really got me going. I reached down to stroke my cock to get it ready to enter, but it didn't take long for me to be fully hard. I have a thing for underwear obviously, so I found it extra hot that technically we were both wearing underwear still while I went on. I grabbed his lube from his night stand, lathered up my cock and his ass and slid in, surprisingly with some resistance at first. I guess I am a bit thick. I started pumping immediately, my hands wandering all over the soft hairy skin of his big chubby body, reaching down to rub his cock and balls through his jock pouch as well as rub his belly as I bucked into him, growing harder (as my cock often does when I fuck) and I hear him moan louder and more intensely as I pick up the pace, savoring every stroke in his hot hairy ass. I continue to hump and grind in him until finally I shove in as much as I can and shoot my load in his well used ass. I had pulled out once to apply some more lube but otherwise it was pretty quick and dirty. I let my body shiver and convulse as my orgasm hit me in waves and I caught my breath and slowly dismounted his big sexy body. After that, he let me wash up in his bathroom and we made small talk as I was getting ready and put my clothes back on. He said he'd let me know when he was doing this again since he only comes to town to visit this place once in awhile and we both said thank yous and I was back on my way to work, which was a pretty productive day after such a satisfying fuck. I really hope I can fuck more uninhibited bareback cumdumps like him in the future.

It has been about ten years since I graduated from college and I guess that's why this encounter entered my mind recently. I used to jerk off to the memory of it for awhile, but thankfully my lust for barebacking and cummy adventures has filled my brain with lots of spankable material. Still, when I think back to this occasion, I still get pretty hard. I was a Resident Assistant for two years in college and I loved it because not only am I social person, but also because I got to have my own room and bathroom. It was the perfect situation for me as at that time I was a 'straight' college student at a big southern state school - a way to get to know a bunch of people but still get my own privacy when I needed it. Of course I principally needed a private room so I could jerk off. If I needed to fuck and dump a load in a nice ass, I went online and found a bottom somewhere in the vicinity who needed to be bred and who could also host. I don't exactly know when I became a barebacker, although looking back I suppose the attraction stemmed from my first anal experience. I frequently went to an adult book store to get head through a glory hole. I had discovered the ABS in my freshman year. It was far from campus so I wasn't all that concerned about running into anyone I knew from school, and as I was usually successful in getting a blowjob, I began to visit the place regularly. In any event, on the occasion of which I'm thinking, I was in a booth at the ABS and was receiving a particularly good blowjob through the glory hole. I was approaching orgasm when the mouth pulled away. Somewhat surprised, I withdrew my cock from the hole, and crouched down, peered into the hole, whereupon I heard the guy on the other side say "unlock your door." I did and within seconds the cocksucker stepped into my cubicle with me. He was a small framed Latino. His body and ass were quite furry, which I found a major fucking turn-on. He gestured that I should take a seat in the chair, my pants and underwear around my ankles. When I was in position he sat on my raw hard cock until I was balls deep inside him as he stared into my eyes. He rode me until I felt my orgasm build and suddenly burst inside him. I plainly saw how his eyes got wide and glazed over with satisfaction and animal-like lust. I was hooked: I was a top who bred bottoms. And believe me, every bottom I encountered craved my thick raw cock, especially 'cause my cock head always swelled to generous proportions just as I shot my large load deep in the bottom's guts. I also think the curve of my cock must have played the bottom's prostate like a fiddle. I quickly discovered I had only to fuck a bottom once before he would be addicted to my thick curve and he would beg for my cock. Yeah, once I entered a guy, his ass would belong to me. One particular college night, I was especially horny and needed a good bottom in whom to unload. I went online to Craigslist and found a 40 year old bottom who was, in the words of his posting, "looking to take as much college dick and cum as I can." I sent him a pic of my cock and my stats and waited. Within a few minutes he sent me his hotel and his room number with some pics. I checked out his pics; nice lean, masculine frame, salt'n'pepper hair, moderately hairy with a relatively hairless ass with a very furry crack. He said he'd meet me naked on all fours with the door propped open and that he might find another top to join. I got ready and headed his way. I arrived at the hotel and found the door ajar. I went inside and immediately could smell the familiar scent of masculine sweat, lube, and cum. This hole had been used. "Got a cummy ass for me?" I asked as I loudly undid my belt buckle (bottoms love that part...always see them either excitedly re-position like a puppy who knows it's getting a their bodies tremble and their asshole winks. Either one gets my dick hard) "Got two loads so far...you college boys are hungry." I had finished undressing, leaving on only my backward hat with my school's logo proudly displayed, and placed my large hand on his ass. He shook with pleasure. "Suck my cock and get it ready for your cummy pussy," I ordered. He moaned and dove for my cock. The moment it passed through his lips and he began to feel the girth and the length, he let out a animal-like grunt and instinctively arched his back to raise his furry-cracked bubble ass higher. I could see the glistening wetness on his slightly-open hole in the dim light of the hotel room as he continued to feast on my cock, moaning and grunting like a good little fuck pig. This pig needed more seed. The pigs cell phone on the bed next to him began to ring. He pulled off my cock "Sorry, sir, it's the other college guy top who's going to breed me with you--if you don't mind, sir." "Answer the phone so you can get back on my cock, pig." He answered the phone and it was clear the kid was asking for directions and this guy didn't know the city. He looked at me "Can you help him find this place?" I took the phone in one hand and grabbed the back of the pigs head with my other and guided his mouth back to my cock. I spoke into the phone. "Hey, I've got this pig hungrily slurping on my cock but his cummy butt needs more cock in it. Where are you so we can get you in one of these holes and make this pig a happy cumdump?" The voice on the phone hesitated at first, but when he spoke it was clear he was horny as fuck. "I just need to figure out how to get there from where I'm at--I'm new this semester." "I've got your welcome present here--don't forget the balls, pig--if you want a big load you better worship those balls, too. Okay, so where are you?" I talked with the other top about where he was and quickly directed him to where he was going. He was only five minutes away. "The door is still ajar, come in and shut it and get undressed before you fully enter the room. I want you ready to take over this mouth the second you walk in, because I need to reward this bitch for slurping on my cock so much by driving this thick curve deep in that wet hole." "You got it, man. Sounds so hot." I hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. The pig kept slurping on my cock as he held up a bottle of poppers. I took a huge hit and let the warmth and hunger wash over me as the cumdump took a few hits and hungrily returned to slobbering on my thick cock, savoring the precum and moaning like a fucking bitch. I heard the door open and heard the new college top fumbling with his clothes. He was a bit nervous, which wasn't all that surprising. I was prepared to take charge and get him where he needed to go, and honestly, I was sure once the college top felt the cock sucker's mouth he would be hooked. At that moment the college top entered. Glancing up I realized I knew him. He had recently moved to my floor, and I had casually spoken to him a couple of times. He was a quiet kid who mostly stayed to himself. A musician, if I remembered correctly. I remember thinking when I met him, that I thought he was cute, but I hadn't obsessed over him, after all, I was outwardly straight. But here we both were, both naked, in a hotel room, both of us were completely hard (and I noticed, his cock was also quite impressive. Once he recognized me, he was also clearly completely mortified and seemed a bit bit frozen, unsure of how to handle the situation. So I took charge. "Pig, you've had enough of my cock - at least for now. If you want my cock in that ass, go show our friend here how hungry you are for cock." The cumdump immediately got off the bed where he had been on all fours sucking my cock and rushed in front of my resident. Without hesitating, he dove onto the other guy's cock, loudly moaning and slurping like a slut. I watched as the panic melted away to pleasure and I walked over to the guys and presented a bottle of poppers under my resident's nose. He took a deep hit in both nostrils and immediately I saw it in his eyes--the hungry glazed look of a barebacker. He was ready. "On the bed on all fours, cumdump," I ordered. The 40 year old man quickly complied, making sure his back was arched to make his ass and mouth more appealing to the two college tops he was pleasuring. I looked at my resident asking "You want mouth or ass?" He smiled, "I want ass. I know I'll cum if I watch you fuck him and I want to breed him, especially if he's got some loads in him already." I climbed on the bed and got comfortable and the bottom immediately got to work sucking my cock. He was so excited knowing he was about to get fucked. My resident hesitated a second "Is there lube?" "He's got two loads in his ass. Just eat him out a bit to get him wet and push it in." I watched as my resident got between the bottom's legs, spread his ass cheeks, and went to town eating that cummy hole. The excessive moaning and flourishes he used on my cock made it clear he was quite happy, and was properly thanking me for arranging double fuck session. My resident, meanwhile, unquestionably loved eating cummy ass. I took some satisfaction in thinking I would have fun with the quiet musician who lived down the hall. Yeah, I was going to have fun with this boy. "Now fuck him. I'd say the bitch has earned a few more loads." I love being able to see the face of both bottom and the top when a top first slides his cock into a cummy-holed slut. The ecstasy and hunger the resident and cumdump were experiencing was abundantly tangible, so I took a large hit of poppers and begin to face fuck the bottom. He loved every second of the spit-roasting, and from the grunts coming from the top, I suspected he would barely last five minutes, so I paused in face-fucking the bottom so he can really enjoy my cock on his terms. I'd like to think each tongue-flick and oral massage of my cock was his way of thanking me. While he was enjoying the resident's cock, he knew he belonged to me. The cumdump could tell, even before I penetrated his hole, that my cock was special. He was a true cumdump. I looked up as the resident was practically howling, knowing he was about to cum. I withdrew from the cumdump's mouth, walked around the bed so I was directly behind the resident, allowing my hard cock head to rest against his ass cheek as I leaned in close behind him and quietly ordered the resident to "Load him. Load up the cumdump. I'm going to fuck him and I want your load deep in his guts while I'm filling him up. Give him your warm, thick load." I also ordered the cumdump to "Beg for that load, bitch. Tell him that you want it." And beg he did. The 40 year old begged and pleaded for that load like a true cumdump. The resident, meanwhile, was about to go over the edge, so I took the bottom about his waist and pulled him back so that the resident was completely balls-deep. Then, at just the right moment, I grunted in the resident's ear "Shoot that load." I could feel his body spasm as he came, wave after wave of orgasm hitting him as the cumdump moaned and thanked him over and over again. When he was done cumming, the resident pulled out with a wet "plop" and collapsed on his back on the bed next to the cumdump. I immediately grabbed the cumdump by the waist with both hands and spit on my cockhead. Placing my cock at the entrance to his wet, hot, cummy hole, I slid my entire eight inch shaft deep into his guts. The noise the cumdump made was unlike any I'd heard him: it was a deep, guttural groan that seemed to escape from deep in his gut. He was truly a bitch in heat. I took my time enjoying the cummy wetness of his warm guts as I pounded his ass, using every stroke to caress and massage the hole so that it began to naturally form to the shape of my cock. As I owned his ass, the cumdump eventually coaxed the resident to scoot up on the bed so he could suck his semi-hard cock while in the daze of the poppers and the pleasure of my cock filling his cummy hole. I felt my orgasm building as I watched the resident's cock growing harder in the cumdump's mouth and watching as the cumdump hungrily started really working for a load in his mouth, sensing another load would soon be deposited in his ass. He pushed back and met each thrust while giving focused attention to the cock in his mouth. As I said, he was a true cumdump, and most definitely was earning his cummy rewards. I unloaded in his ass moments before the resident unloaded in his mouth and felt the cumdump's body shivering as he felt my cockhead swell and release a giant load into his guts. His ass was filled to the brim with cum, and as the resident began to flood his mouth the cumdump laughed around the dick as he moaned and savored each drop. As my orgasm subsided, I pulled out slowly and felt the cum following my dick. When my cockhead popped out of the cumdump's well used asshole, a splatter of cum came out and landed on the hotel bedspread. In a flash, the resident dove on the cummy hole, licking and slurping up the cum and ass juices leaking out. "Push some of it back in" the bottom begged. "Please give me the seed." Scooping up some of the cum on my cock head, I slid my dick, which was still quite hard, back into his cummy ass. The resident kept his face right there by the hole, watching and breathing on my cock as if to make sure each drop of cum remained in the cumdump's hole. The bottom, for his part, clamped down on my cock when I withdrew, ensuring the multiple loads he had taken would not be lost. The resident immediately took my cummy cock in his mouth and cleaned it off. I smiled in satisfaction as he enjoyed servicing my cock for a few moments before I withdrew from his mouth. "Come on, we've got to go. I'm sure this cumdump has more tops on the way." "Just a couple," the bottom answered. I noticed his cummy asshole seemed to wink in agreement. The resident and I quickly dressed, so we were ready to leave at the same time. Just before I opened the door to leave, I looked over my shoulder at the cumdump and said "Thanks, cumpdump, you did a good job." With that, resident and I walked out. He didn't say anything until we were in the elevator. "Will this change anything at the dorms? Cuz I'm not really out," he asked with a hesitant voice. "Hey, nothing's going to change," I replied with a reassuring smile, "except that you're going to suck a load out of my cummy dick when we get back to the dorms." From his smile, I had the feeling he had decided a little change wasn't such a bad thing. This is my first story on here. Let me know if you guys enjoyed and I should keep writing...I have PLENTY of other great stories up my sleeves (or up someone's ass)

Try it from a trusted administrator! You will be amazed how good it feels being a bottom!

fuck ii want to be loaded like that!

So, a brief, though very enjoyable meet this morning! I've been chatting to a guy, let's call him... Paul. He's 56, top, very sleazy and dirty. Loves when we play for me to be truly piggy..... Woke up to a message saying he was in area, wondered if we could meet for a bit. I didnt need asking twice. Started lubing and toying my hole in prep. 30 minutes later, we are kissing, stale smoke in his mouth as I'm fighting his trousers off. 3 big hits of poppers, I'm sucking his filthy cock like my life depends on it. He gruffly moans he's getting close, so I quickly turn, he goes as deep as he can in the one thrust. I'm begging him to breed me, knowing it always gets him off more. A few more thrusts, and I'm being pumped full. There's the usual few minutes after we meet, he lays there, beginning to feel uncomfortable as I'm sucking his cock clean again. He stands, slips his clothes back on as I'm lying there. He leaves, and I push my plug in.

Fuck man, I want some of that hungry ass!

I have a butt plug in me most of the time, unless I'm getting fucked. I sleep with one in me every night, if I'm not getting cock or needing a break from being fucked, the butt plug comes out for about a day or two, but honestly I like the feeling of something being up my hole.

Exactly. I was sexually active at 14 but would have been terrified to have sex with someone in their 20's.

I absolutely roared when Mateo turned to Alphonso and suggested that they "Swap". Mateo certainly has stamina if he was able to satisfy all three of his bed partners... ah the blessing of youth 🙂

I heard Bob Marley playing as I came through from douching. I’d managed to get my shirt and trousers wet, so was wearing only cotton-knit boxers. Rat looked up, raised his bottle and smiled, “Nice pants! You all sorted?” “Yeah… made a bit of a mess though.” I showed them my clothes. “No matter,” Loz smiled, “you’ll get the hang of it.” Rat passed me a beer, and Boots handed me the spliff then gestured for me to sit on the floor. I say cross-legged leaning on the sofa next to him, close enough to smell his sweat and musk. I took a couple of light tokes on the joint, and turned towards him I handed it back, resting one hand on his thigh. He spread his legs as I took a deep slug of my beer. Looking up past the bulge of his crotch, he locked eyes with me. Eyes which seemed to stab straight through the back of my head, drawing me in. My hands, almost involuntarily, stroked his thighs when I shuffled closer, but as I went to stroke his fly he pushed my hand back, “Not yet… I don’t want no backroom quickie blow job.” I put my head down and rubbed my face along his leg, into the valley between his thigh and crotch. I nearly swooned when I sucked in a lungful of his funk. Moving to the other side, I did the same. I didn’t know if it was the pot or him, but something was making me high. Probably a bit of both. He squirmed a bit, and when I looked up he’d shed his polo shirt, putting his braces back on his shoulders. Slim and defined, with almost no body hair, his muscles flexed as he raised his arms behind his head and I got a strong wave of sweat. I started sniffing and licking up his belly and chest, and was drawn to his left armpit. Every time before, it had been a furtive suck in a toilet cubicle, or quick blow in some holiday chalet – I’d never thought a man’s armpits would be attractive, let alone erotic or sexy. As I got closer, I just knew I wanted to taste every part of him. I hovered next to his nipple, breathing deeply. Huffing as much of the wonderful smell as I could, like it was the air I needed to live. Then I felt his hand in my hair pushing me further, until the hairs brushed my nose and I dived in to lick and rub my face in him. After a while, the smell seemed to wear off, and I kissed round his neck to the other side, the ridge of his cock pressed into my belly through his bleachers. When I got there, I huffed in another huge breath before slavering over the hair. Again, it subsided, and I started licking down, over his nipple, until I could press my face against his cock. He shifted forward in the chair, pressing hard against my face, and ran his hand over my head. I reached up and started popping his fly buttons open, until there was just thin cotton separating us. When I reached to pull his Y-fronts aside, he stopped me, and Rat whispered in my ear, “Through the Y-hole, balls first.” I hadn't realised he’d knelt behind me. It took a while to work out how to pull his balls free so I could get my face in for another hit of his musk. Almost forgetting about his cock, I licked and sucked on his sac, pulling one, then the other, then both balls into my mouth. Then I felt his ridge against my face and, not letting his balls go, struggled to free his cock. He gently brushed my hands aside, “Like this,” and easily pulled himself out. Then rubbed his shaft over my face. “Mmmmmnnn…” I whimpered, slowly letting go of his balls to lick around the base of his shaft. Finally having the opportunity to really enjoy the cock I was going to swallow, I took time to lick all around his length until I could hook my tongue under his heavy foreskin. He tasted of slightly stale piss and cum. I pulled away, drew his ’skin back, licked over the crown and wiped him over my face. I had no idea where this was coming from, I just had to do it. Slowly, I took his knob, then shaft into my mouth. He was big, maybe bigger than anyone I’d sucked, but I hadn’t seen him properly – it was touch and licking and smell. It took three goes to choke him into my throat, and I had to rise up to get a better angle. He had no objection to my choking, gagging, retching and belching over his cock (unlike some guys, I’d already discovered…) so I kept going until his full length sat in my throat and his hair tickled my nose. I pulled of a little to slow down and gather my breath and clear the mucous from nose and throat. That’s when I felt Rat stroking my legs up into my boxers and over my arse cheeks. I clenched my cheeks and he squeezed in return. He groped further up to hook the waistband and slowly pulled my boxers down. I realised my cock was straining the my boxer fly, in a way I’d never known before, when it bent back uncomfortably then slapped my belly. I lifted one knee, then the other, and Rat pulled my boxers away. I was naked in front of these men. I had a flash of school showers after P.E., but this was so different. As Rat started licking and nibbling my thighs, balls and cheeks – making be tingle from my knees to my navel and all up my back – I descended onto Boots again and choked him down, lifting my arse as I did. Rat started moving from my balls, up my root, over my hole to the small of my back. It made me shiver. He did it again. And again. Then started pushing his tongue against my hole as he passed. I did my best to concentrate on Boots, but Rat was being so distracting. He was poking the tip of his tongue into me now, and every time I gagged my hole clenched a little and Rat pushed a little harder. Soon, my hole was throbbing, sending sensations forking down the back of my legs, through my balls and cock, and up my back. Even my nipples itched. It was all I could do to nurse on Boots’ shaft as Rat probed and gently nibbled my ring. I’d completely forgotten where I was, and even that Loz was sitting watching us, until the music changed to Sex Pistols. I looked up as Loz went back to his chair in just Y-fronts and a black, buckle-up shirt. Rat took the opportunity to pull me round to face him. He wiped the spit and mucous from my face and smiled, wiping the goop on his cock and letting me go back to Boots. A moment later, I felt the tip of his cock against me. I tensed a little, and he leant down to lick the back of my neck and whisper, “Relax.” I did my best, and started rocking back and forth. Each time he rocked, my ring opened a little more until I felt his head pop into me. “Argh!” I groaned round Boots’ cock and my body tensed. Rat stayed just where he was, rocking just a little until I relaxed and he started rocking further. There was the hot feeling round my ring, but nothing like with Adrian. As he slowly slid in to me the heat spread and seemed to lessen. Then I realised he was taking long strokes and his balls were pressing against mine when he bottomed out. There was different music playing so it must have taken some time. Boots is stroking my head, leaning forward whispering, “You’re doing really good.” I grinned round his cock and went down as hard and far as I could. When my nose hit his pubes and I choked, my whole arse clenched over Rat all the way inside me and he slowly pulled out as I relaxed. Then slowly pushed back in. Each stroke was a little faster and harder, and I’d started pushing back on to him and gripping him inside. He leant down again and whispered, “This is your first real fuck. We’re your first.” I nodded over Boots’ cock which made me gag and clench. I was starting to cough, and Boots lifted me up, pulling me to him, and kissed me roughly. Rat came up with me, but pulled away on his out stroke. I slumped onto Boots then to the floor, getting my first proper view of Boots’ cock and Rat’s. Boots was definitely the biggest I’d sucked. I guessed 9”, he was wide and flat which explained my aching jaw. Rat was longer than me, about 7”, and fairly slim – not too different to Adrian, but so much better – they both glistened with mucous from my throat and arse. It soon became clear we were taking a break, or maybe they were done. Rat was sitting on the sofa with his cock and balls pulled through his Y-fronts, in fact, Loz had also pulled his out too – between Rat and Boots in length, he was thick and his balls were huge, hanging down to sit heavy on the chair. I took a slug of beer, and a couple of heavier tugs on the joint as it went round. I stared at Rat’s cock. It had been inside me and I needed to taste it so I shuffled forward and licked over his balls then up his shaft. But I didn’t stop – over his belly and chest to his pits. He was different to Boots, but just as intoxicating. When I pushed into the second pit, I felt Boots behind me, rubbing his cock-head over my hole. I slid down over Rat’s chest and belly; Boots moved back with me to keep up the cock-massage, and when I got to Rat’s cock I pushed back and down to take Boots and Rat at the same time. It hurt. I half screamed over Rat’s cock before gagging him down and clamping hard on Boots. “Fuck, yeah.” Boots started an insistent but smooth stroke into me. I was still groaning – the burning was there but I didn’t care. I was getting fucked by this beautiful man and sucking his horny mate who just happens to be the first guy to give me a real fuck. The world had faded away a long time ago. There was just us, the burning pleasure in my arse and throat, the reek of men fucking. It seemed like only moments before Boots’ strokes became erratic, his breathing ragged, and he almost spasmed falling on my back. He throbbed inside me and bit into my shoulder, “NNGGGG….” I was vaguely aware of Rat pushing his fingers in Boots’ mouth and when he released his jaw he yelled out, “AARRGGHH!” He soon plopped out of me and immediately pulled my head to his cock as he sat in the chair. I descended right down on his still hard, cum covered cock. There was shuffling behind me and it had to be Loz pushing himself at my hole. I groaned when he pushed in and the burn came back. But almost as soon as he started stroking into me, I opened to him. Boots pulled away from me, protecting his obviously sensitive cock, and I dropped my head between his thighs. “Oh!… Oh!…” Loz gave a hard but easy fuck. I reached back and felt round his balls and where is cock disappeared into me, “Fuck, yeah! Argh…” He got faster then suddenly stopped, buried in me. I ran my fingers over his balls. Rat leant down and took Loz’s balls in his hand, making a tight ring round the sac with his thumb and forefinger, then pulled. Loz jabbed a few times, then his cock seemed to grow and heat up as his cum literally ran from his cock. It must have been 2 minutes or more before he finally stopped, and cum was dripping from my balls long before he slid out. I span round, rubbed my face over his slackening cock, and licked him into my mouth. I could feel liquid seeping from my hole when Rat started licking and sucking at my arse and balls. I fell forward when Loz went back to his chair, and rolled onto my back. Boots had just changed the music – Plink Floyd, now – and sat smiling at me. I looked over to Rat, stroking himself. “You haven’t cum?” “Takes a while.” He raised his eyebrows at me. I pulled my feet up and lifted my knees. He grinned a snigger and got on his knees, lifting my legs. He bent close and kissed me as his slid easily into me. After Boots’ length and Loz’s girth it almost felt easy. He took long steady strokes. Pulled his knees up so he could sit up while rocking into me., then pulled me to sit up and turned me round. Leaning on the sofa, he rocked slowly and gyrated inside me as we chatted. It was surreal but wonderful. They were talking about how they’d enjoyed me. Sometimes, Rat gave me a jab. He shared spliff smoke with me. I massaged his cock with my arse, fondled his balls and shaft. He felt round his shaft too, and fondled my balls and cock, scooping up the cum leaking from me and wiping it over my cock and, a couple of times, my face. Eventually, Boots slapped him on the shoulder, “You ever gonna cum, Rat?” “Do I have to?” “No, but I want to take this rabbit to bed and fuck him again.” Reflexively, I grinned and clamped hard on Rat’s cock. I grabbed his arse and pulled us forward so my head went into Boots’ crotch. “Oh, fuck.” Rat started full strokes, still easy but now with purpose. I gripped his shaft and stroked his tightening balls until he suddenly pulled out and started wanking hard, his head bashing at me. “Yeahhhhhh!…” His first shot went up my back but he plunged in before he shot again, and out and in, and out and in. Over my back, cheeks, balls, arse, and just inside. He went to lick me clean, but Boots pushed him away, “C’mon, Rabbit.” He hooked his hand in my armpit and I jumped up to follow him. I have no idea why I followed him, but I knew I had to.

There is a weather guy on the local CBS affiliate named Tyler Moore (locals look him up he is hot). Even the name Tyler Moore screams porn to me. He's relatively new, but very hot. He's listed as a "meteorologist with 10 Tampa Bay". I know it's odd to pick out some local television personality but he gets my vote.

I've definitely been asked many times if I'm pre-loaded and I always try to answer honestly. On the apps, I think it does matter to guys who ask if you're loaded or not. If asked and I am not loaded, several have said, "hit me back when you've got a load in". I think these guys are looking to churn butter and, as importantly, it's the experience of hooking up with a slut and the aura of participating in something that's being shared with other tops. The opposite has also been true. I've had some guys get turned off by a bottom being loaded, which makes little to no sense to me. I don't think these guys truly understand a slut's nature to collect as many loads from as many men as possible. They are asking the question as a way to screen you out. In public settings, even if asked, I don't think the answer matters as much.

Part 10 Of course I wanted it. I had been too afraid to admit it openly to myself and to others. I was just fixated on my phone screen looking at his message, offering what I had been looking for this whole time but too scared to ask for. I thought about all those nights reading stories on BZ wishing it was me, scrolling through BBRT looking at profiles searching for poz guys yet never getting into the conversations I wanted. All the mildly frustrating hook ups and sex in general which had somehow become quite vanilla for me, no matter the level of kink, because it was missing something. -“Hey!” I typed after maybe thirty minutes, not sure about wha I’d say next. -“How are you?” he replied almost instantly. -“I’m good thanks! How about you?” -“Pretty good! Been insanely horny lately. I bred 3 bottoms last weekend!” -“That’s hot! I haven’t had a lot of action lately, just crazy busy at work and my sex drive isn’t at its peak.” -“Well, it seems like this needs to be taken care of, doesn’t it? It’s a waste not to use such a hot bottom like you.” I took a few moments to think about what to answer. -“I haven’t given up on you, boy. After all those years of texting, I think I deserve to use you.” he added before I could reply. -“When you get your ass over here, it’s gonna be mine, boy!”. I felt my cock getting hard, which had not been such a common occurrence lately. I had been chatting with this guy for so long, fantasizing about him and getting fucked and bred by his dick. He was the one who had introduced the idea of chasing to me. I was trying to type some answer, but kept erasing and starting over. He probably saw the “Typing…” alert go on and off and just added -“I’m gonna help you there, I know what you want, and I know you’re too scared to ask for it. You want my poz dick right boy?”. There it was! -“Yes, Sir! That’s what I want!” -“Finally, we got there! Where are you going to stay?” he asked. -“I’ll be at the X hotel, in Y.” -“Just a few miles away from me, we could meet a few times during your stay.” -“I’m staying 10 days but I’m gonna be with my colleagues though. I’ll have my own room but I’d like to stay discret.” -“Not a problem, we’ll manage. We can also book a hotel on Saturday, I want you for an entire night too.” -“That’d be hot Sir! Can you cum multiple times?” -“With some breaks, maybe 3 or 4 times in one night.” -“Great!” -“Just so you know, I’m on meds, but I want to drop them before we meet, what do you say about that?”. My hole twitched a bit. -“I say I want your poz loads, Sir!” -“Do you want me as toxic as possible?”. Yes, I wanted him to drop his meds, to be fully toxic, but I was scared as hell. -“I’ll charge you up, boy! I’ll breed you all night!” he added. -“You’ll probably end up poz too after that. You on PrEp?”. The dreaded question. -“No, I’m not. I dropped it a few years ago!” I lied. Yes, I had dropped PrEp for a few years but I had been back to it for a few months now. I was craving his poz cum, but was still thinking of my Paris adventure. I figured I could have all the twisted fun I wanted with this poz guy and still get away with it unscathed. After all, he would have to know. -“Just got us a room in Z for Saturday. It’s about midway between your hotel and my place. If we’re lucky, I’ll be able to find more tops for you! I’ll like whoring out my boys!”. We chatted a bit more until I fell asleep, not before shooting my load on my stomach, thinking of becoming a whore again to anonymous guys. Being a poz guy’s whore, those words stuck in my head as I was drifting off. A month later, I landed in Y. I arrived at my hotel, checked in at the conference starting the next day and met with a few people I knew from other international events I had attended. I had five days full of meetings and workshops ahead of me. I’m an introvert by nature and hate those events, which force me to do small talk to people I don’t even really like in the first place. But I was constantly thinking about Saturday, as the reward for going through a gruelling week. It was only Sunday, and I was still six days away from it. Or so I thought, until I got a WhatsApp notification. -“Hey boy, tomorrow night.”

After lots of predictable (but still pretty hot) sex, I had an unexpected amazing night with a semi-regular top buddy. He is a cute, tall Asian with a great cock - about 7-7.5 and thick. He has always been fun to play with, but a bit quiet and the sex was always ok-to-good, but not great. But something changed since the last time I met him! His rimming skills went from C+ to an A! He ate my hole out like it was his last meal on Earth! And not just at the beginning of our sesh - he would cum in my ass, pull out and eat it out of my hole, then cum in me again, the eat, and on and on and on. And that’s right - he came like 7, 8, maybe 9 times. I never, ever in my long history of being a huge slut ever encountered someone who had that many multiple orgasms. I am sure he ran out of juice at some point, as that is just biology - but my ass was still overflowing with the same amount of cum as if I took loads all night at the bathhouse. After playing for a couple of hours, he was completely exhausted. I spent the rest of the night and the next day taking loads, but everyone else was a bit disappointing after him. We are definitely going to hook up much more often than before!!!

Absolutely the same here. I find poz talk incredibly arousing, but definitely don't WANT to become hiv+. But I go to the sauna and always lube up (plus a good dollop of vaseline, keeps moister longer 😉 ). I love to feel my raw cock inside any bottom who is offering, love to accept any cock that wants my hole too, definitely prefer raw. Also love to find full condoms and lie on my back in a cubicle with my poppers, blow the condom up and feel the cum drain into my mouth. Love savouring the cum that the guy who left it never imagined would end up in a sleazy guys stomach. Enough poppers and the outside of the condom gets sucked into my mouth too. In fact, it's really the brown bottle that makes it all happen for me...

I had this as a first experience the other day , I meet a guy as I’m new to being a bottom and as we was getting in to it I felt a belt out over my neck and next thing I’m being hammered from behind while the belts strangling me , the next thing is I remember waking up and my hand completely restrained and my legs in a bar and this alpha daddy really owning me

You sound perfect! As a husky bear you must have childbearing hips. Hopefully you like repeated, hard fucking, even while you are pregnant. Can I trust that you are going to carry my babies to term, and then do a good job looking after them? How many children do you want to have?

Hello sirs, I’m 28, a bit of a husky bear type and I want to be impregnated and bred. This has been a major turn on for me for awhile now the thought of carrying for someone spreading and gathering more babies gets me so hard. I am neg and would love to talk with someone about where I can get pregnant.

Bark! Otter pup in CT!

Hey @TwinkSlut24, I’ve been there and done that hehe. In relation to your question, when I tell my gay friends that I have taken a dozen cocks (anonymously and bareback) the previous night, I can’t help but shake the feeling that they are shocked. I wouldn’t say that they are disgusted by my behaviour, but more along the line of being worried for me, because of catching STDs (which always happen anyway) or my getting hurt in some way. I definitely wouldn’t tell any of my straight friends about my slutiness, as they will be disgusted for sure. Oh well. In my personal view, after being in the shoes of a slut, I have come to the conclusion that we go and have sex for fun, but we are still people at the end of the day. We have our lives, ambitions, hobbies, families to return to. Perhaps the top might see as a piece of meat who purpose is for his enjoyment, and us bottom might see ourselves as a hole to be used, and for a brief amount of time, the world exist in that space only. But after everyone cums, the curtain is drawn, and we return to our lives again. So I wouldn’t worry about what people might think about your behaviour. They might call you this or that, but you are much more than just this one thing (being a slut) that you do in your life. It doesn’t define who you are. I think in terms of being addicted to being a whore, it depends on your personality. I’m a risk taker so I am drawn to activities like these, but I know a lot of other bottoms who are more risk-adverse, so they would probably think about doing this in their fantasy, but not in real life.

Starting cruising the park (restrooms, woods) in my teens, but I was 18 when I sucked my first black cock in an adult bookstore. Now I "specialize" in it.

It's totally fine for you to not be into what other people are. Some people get turned on by the idea or reality of having sex with someone they are related to. If it's not your thing, just keep walking on by. At the same time, people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. By your own admission, the first person who sucked you off was your own older brother, and he was the first person you sucked off as well. You don't say it was non-consensual or mention any trauma, so there's a whiff of hypocrisy to your reaction in these father/son threads.

I'm happy to say with my viral load deep inside you, there will be a new life growing within you.

My husband and I are "monogamous," at least he is. When I'm traveling, I take as much dick as I can, preferably raw. Love setting up glory holes in my hotel rooms, spending the night in bath houses or saunas, and even picking up a college boy or two at a bar if I'm in that sort of town. Two weeks ago, I took a cruise with a friend from college who won a free trip and needed someone to go with him. We were able to pay a bit extra and get two rooms, both with balconies, but on opposite sides of the boat. Which was great for some private fun. While he was out chasing women (and nailing a few, according to our chats in the pool, the bars or at dinner), I made my way through as many of the gay boys on the ship as I could. My favorites: 1) A pair of guys in their late 20s on their first vacation together. Met at a LGBT happy hour in the ship bar, and then in their room. One was "strictly" a bottom, so I sucked him while his boyfriend pumped two loads into me. 2) Got a steward to come by my room to "help me fix the TV". He was dark skinned and so beautiful, with a long, uncut dick. He fucked me three of the nights I was there, and brought another steward with him the last night of the cruise to take turns on my hole. 3) Saw a young guy — said he was 18 — checking out my cock in the restroom. We met up at the second island stop, and I rented a hotel room. Suck a nice, smooth cock. His pubes smelled fresh, that sort of smell that comes from underwear washed by your mother. He actually shot off in my mouth while I was trying to get him good and hard, so I only got him to plant one load in me before we had to head back. Ran into him a couple of times after that, and he kept turning bright red. The rest were just middle age guys, most who I met at the daily LGBT events. One had a gut but a huge dick with a piercing that felt like it was tearing me up inside. Best thing is that no one asked about a fucking condom the entire time.

This story taps into some of the terrifying joy I have about this sort of sex. There is darkness in it but also a beauty in communing with men who see what and who you are. Being "seen" can be a difficult thing to allow yourself to do. At the core of it shame develops when one locks up parts of who they are and hides it from others. Shame is the corrupter, shame festers and rots and changes people. In those moments of acceptance from another, even a stranger, one can take comfort and even find the strength to have pride in the things that make them hide in the darkness. While I personally find reading chem sex stories very hot I wont ever actually do this drug since I've seen it destroy people I love. It's not a judgement just my own experience. But I love the mind of this whore, he has confidence and accepts who he is. Also appreciate the German demon folklore references "Mephistopheles" and Greek "Erebus" very smart. Jack