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Part 8: Will gets a tattoo Dominic and I spent hours at his apartment watching porn. While I thought I had seen everything, it turned out that there was so much more to gay sex than I had ever known. We watched the video of me fucking Doctor Wade a few times, each time resulting in Dominic and I fucking our brains out. Though I bottomed most of the time, Dominic did take me back to his room where he laid down on his bed and lifted his legs, revealing his hairy hole. “Are you sure?” I asked. “I want to feel you unload in me,” he said. “From Doctor Wade’s comment, it sounds like you’re a real shooter.” We took a few hits of the poppers, Dominic giving me some lube he had stashed in his fridge. “It’s more poz cum,” he said. “Are you always collecting cum?” I asked. “Can’t let a good thing go to waste,” he told me. “There’s a group of guys I fuck with every once in a while who spend a whole night jerking off into a bowl. We split it up into bottles and take it home.” “And you have to be poz to go?” “That’s the requirement,” he said. “That, and you have to have a big dick.” “The next time you go,” I said, “can I come with you?” He smiled. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to come but you.” I lubed up and shoved my dick into his hole, watching as his eyes widened and his smile grew. “Fuck, is that what I feel like?” “That, plus two inches,” I said. I started pumping. I watched as Dominic fisted his dick, rubbing his thumb over his head, beads of precum oozing out. He collected the precum on his finger and held it out to me. I wrapped my lips around his fingers, tasting him. I had never tasted anything as good as him. “You’re a fucking natural,” Dominic said. “God, you dick feels amazing. I don’t think I even need to jerk off. I’ll come all on my own.” My pace quickened, shorter thrusts, rubbing his prostate in quick bursts. His body started shaking. “Fuck. Oh, fuck,” he said, his hand reaching out and grabbing my arms. “Oh, fuck me. Oh, God. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” Ropes of cum shot out of his dick, hanging in the air before splattering down on his chest. I lost count of how many times he shot, but by the end, there was a pool of cum in his chest hair, leaking down his treasure trail, and collecting in his navel. The sight alone was enough to make me shoot. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” I moaned, my body shaking as the orgasm took hold of me. It felt even better than with Doctor Wade. “Are you still cumming?” Dominic asked, watching as my face continued to contort. “Fuck, Son. You are impressive.” “I learn from the best,” I said, catching my breath. “Shit.” “What?” “I need to piss.” “Go ahead.” I started to slip out of his hole when Dominic grabbed my arms, his legs moving down to my waste, pulling me back inside him. “What are you doing?” “I said, go ahead,” he repeated. “What, inside you?” He nodded. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can.” “You haven’t tried,” he said. “Go on. Fill me up.” With my dick still in his hole, I concentrated as hard as I could until I felt a stream of piss shoot out into his guts. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, his hands leaving my arms and resting on his stomach. He massaged the cum around, mixing with his hair. “I can feel it. It’s so warm.” I kept pissing until I had to strain to get anything else out. Carefully, I pulled out my dick, a tiny spurt of piss shooting back and running down my leg. Dominic sat up, his asshole clenched shut. His hands remained on his stomach. “Feels good,” he said. “I didn’t know you liked piss,” I told him. “Piss, yes. Shit, no. Even I have my limits. How about you?” “Not sure,” I told him. “I watched some videos while you were gone. It seemed kind of hot.” “Let’s see what you think, then. Come on.” He maneuvered off the bed, his hole still clutched tight to keep my piss inside. I followed him to the bathroom where he pulled back the shower curtain and motioned me inside. “Lay down,” he told me. I did as he said. “I’m going to push your piss out of my ass and back onto you. Got it?” I nodded. Dominic turned around and pulled his cheeks apart, his hole staring me straight down. After a moment, a stream of piss shot out of his hole, hitting my chest. It was warm, dribbling through my chest hair and down toward the drain. As the piss kept coming, I found myself leaning forward until it was only an inch from my chin. Before I knew it, my mouth was open and my piss was shooting out of Dominic’s ass and into my mouth. “Fuck,” Dominic said, looking back and watching as my mouth filled with piss. The taste was strong, but it found it didn’t repulse me as much as I thought it would. Once it became too much to hold, I let the piss fall out of my mouth and over my body. At this point, Dominic had emptied his ass, my cum dribbling out at the end. “How was that?” “Hot,” I told him. “Warm, I mean.” “And hot,” he added. “Did you like it?” “I kinda did,” I told him. I ran my hand over my chest, feeling the warm liquid over my skin. There was something intoxicating about doing something dirty, something I knew I would have recoiled at a few weeks before. “Now it’s my turn,” Dominic said, pointing his dick at my face. “I want you to take it in your mouth, and this time, try swallowing some.” “Is that safe?” “Perfectly,” he said. “It’s a good way to fill your stomach. Are you ready?” I nodded. A golden stream of piss shot out of his dick, splashing on my chin before entering my mouth. It was warm and the taste was even stronger than my own. Once I knew it was about to overflow, I swallowed. The taste was even more prevalent as it went down my throat. It wasn’t a flavor I liked, but knowing that it was coming from Dominic made the whole experience worth it. I continued to drink down his piss, swallowing four times before he was empty. “That’s a good pig,” he said, shaking his dick and splashing me with drops. He reached out and took my hand, pulling me up. He stepped inside the shower and held me close, his mouth meeting mine. We kissed for what felt like forever. We took a shower, Dominic sticking his dick in me and pumping out a load so that we were both even. As we went to bed, he asked me a question. “Did you give any more thought to getting a tattoo?” “I did,” I told him. “I want to do it.” “Really?” “Yeah,” I said. “I want something that marks me as poz. I know I can’t let everyone know, but having something on me that shows who I am, what is in me, feels right. That way, when I’m not here with you, I can look at it and know that you’re still a part of me.” Dominic smiled and pulled me close, kissing me. “How about tomorrow? You come with me to work and we’ll do it then. I’ve got something I need to do tomorrow too. We’ll do it together.” “Absolutely,” I said. I’d never set foot in a tattoo parlor before, now, here I was, walking into the tattoo parlor owned by the man who pozzed me, ready to get a biohazard symbol on my body. Dominic took me back to a private room so no one would see us. He wanted this experience to be private, intimate. That was fine by me as I was starting to feel nervous. I watched as Dominic started to prepare the tattoo gun, my interest peeked as he went about his usual business. “Pretty cool, right,” he said. “A lot cooler than you watching me do my job,” I said. “I like watching you,” he told me. “It’s hot seeing you stand in front of everyone, commanding respect.” I never thought of my job as being hot. Knowing I had this secret while everyone around me saw Pastor Ryder instead was hot. Just thinking about I started to get a boner. Seeing Dominic handle the tools of his trade made my boner even more pronounced. It didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like someone’s excited,” he said. “Now, where did you want the tattoo?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “You’re the expert.” “How visible do you want it?” he asked. “On your arm, anyone can see it. On your bicep, only a few people can see it. On your chest, you can only see it when your shirtless, obviously. Mine, you can only see if my shirt and pants are off. On your ass, you can only see it if your naked or wearing a jock. We could always tattoo it on your dick.” “No,” I told him. “Not on my dick.” “So, where?” “Well,” I said. “I want it somewhere I can see it.” “So, not on your back.” “I don’t want it on my arm. I wear short sleeves at church.” “Not that anyone there would know what it means.” “They can Google.” “How about where mine is?” “Too close to my dick,” I told him. “How about on my chest?” “People will see it when your shirtless.” “Not many people see me shirtless.” “How about at the gym?” “I like showering at home.” “You’re missing some good fucks at the gym,” Dominic said. “Guys in the know like to see the symbol.” “I want it on my chest, right over my heart. That way I can see it. That way, when you fuck me, you can see it too.” “Sounds good,” he said. “You’ll need to shave your chest.” “All of it?” “Just where the tattoo will go. I’ve got some razors in that drawer along with shaving cream. Go into the bathroom and come back when you’re done.” I went to the bathroom and started shaving. I’d never shaved my chest before. Once hair started growing while I was in high school, I felt like a real man. I knew it would grow back, but I hated shaving it off. The tattoo would be seen underneath in the end. As I shaved, I felt my heart pounding beneath. Was I really going through with this? Too late to think about going too far, I realized, knowing poz cum was currently brewing in my balls. This was a minor step toward identifying as a poz man. I returned to Dominic, finding him in the process of tattooing himself. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Adding my fiftieth line,” he said, showing me his arm. Where there had been only four tally marks, there were now five, ten sets complete. “This one’s for you.” Looking at all the lines, I thought of all the men he had fucked, all the men he had converted. Was I just another one, marked on his arm and soon forgotten? What happened to all those men? Doctor Wade I had met, but what about the other forty-eight? “I know what you’re thinking,” he said. “I’m not thinking anything,” I told him. “You’re worried that you’ll become just another mark. You’re worried that I go through men like they’re nothing to me. That isn’t true. Yes, some of them were just quick fucks. Others wanted to be poz. I don’t connect to people as well as you might think. With you, with you it’s different. The sex is hotter, sure, but you’re a good man. I want to be around you. I want you always close to me. If it was possible for you to be the one to poz me, I’d do it. I’d want a part of you in me forever. Do you understand?” I nodded. I climbed into the chair and sat back, watching as Dominic readied the tattoo gun. He placed the stencil on my chest and transferred the ink. I looked down at the symbol, watching it as it pulsed above the beating of my heart. I wanted this. I didn’t turn away the entire time. I watched as the ink was injected beneath the skin. I felt calm feeling Dominic’s hand on my chest. After a few hours, he was finished. I left the chair and looked in the mirror, seeing myself, but different. Now, a black biohazard symbol adorned my chest. In the center were the initials D.M. “So that you’ll never forget the man who claimed you first,” Dominic said. “How could I forget?” I asked. “You’ll need to take care of the tattoo. You’ll moisturize the spot, keeping it clean. Don’t worry. The hair will grow back.” His smile widened. “Fuck, you’re hot.” His hands ran down my body, reaching my pants. He unbuckled them and slipped them off, moving me back to the chair. I pulled off my boxers, watching as he pulled down his pants, his dick flopping out. “Ready to continue earning that mark?” “Yes, Sir.” I spread my legs, opening my hole. “We’ve got no poppers,” Dominic said. “You’ll feel all of this.” He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his dick. He spit again and rubbed it on my hole. “Looks like your hole is already getting bigger. Clearly, we’ve been fucking a lot.” “Not possible,” I said. “Let’s test that theory,” he said, shoving his dick in my ass. It still hurt, but the pain turned to pleasure immediately. His thrusts started slow and then intensified. His eyes were focused on my chest. “Your chest was a good choice,” he said. He leaned down and bit my nipple, causing me to rise off the chair. “You sure you don’t want to pierce your dick?” “I won’t say never,” I groaned, catching my breath. “But not today.” In no time, Dominic blew his load in my ass, my load shooting up and catching in his chest hair. He almost fell forward, stopping himself. “We can’t get cum on your tattoo. We don’t want it to get infected.” “I’m already infected,” I told him, smiling, nodding to the tattoo. “Remember?” “I’ll never forget,” he said. “Let’s get cleaned up and head home. We can fuck there.” “Sounds good to me,” I said. My chest hair grew back, the tattoo still visible underneath the hair. From a distance, it was hard to see, but that made being shirtless a bit easier should someone see me. Several weeks went by, Dominic and I continuing to fuck whenever we could. There came a Sunday after church where we fucked in my office, and we were almost caught by Pastor Kline. As we dressed, Dominic said, “Have you ever wondered about Pastor Kline?” “What about him?” I asked. “He’s a good looking man.” “I guess,” I said. “To be honest, I think he looks a bit like my dad.” “Still hot,” he said. “Actually, I think he might be in the closet.” I turned to Dominic, surprised. “What? Pastor Kline? No. He’s married.” “Wouldn’t be the first time a gay man had a beard,” he said. “I think he’s hiding something.” I shook my head. “Just because you were right about me, doesn’t mean you’re always right.” “I’ve got a good track record,” he said, showing me the tally marks on his arm. “Ten of these were married men with a secret. In the end, I gave them a secret too big to conceal. Actually, two of them are together now, spreading their seed in New York.” “Don’t try anything,” I told him, “especially while I’m gone.” I was traveling back home to see my parents. My father was retiring, and they wanted me there for his party. Dominic couldn’t come with me unless we wanted to raise suspicions. “I'll only be gone for a week,” I told him. “I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ll be there Sunday. I’ll be back two days later. It’ll be fine. Just stay out of trouble.” “Will do,” he said. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ As of now, we're about 48 pages into the story. I've got a total of 100 pages (and counting) written, but I'm not sure if I'll upload everything. We'll see what happens. I have no conclusion in mind, meaning almost everyone could be toxic by the end.

I was out for a walk and on Grindr cause I was bored and got messaged by a guy in Spanish. I always kind of laugh when guys start in Spanish, but I play along even though my English is better than my Spanish. He was cute, younger Anglo, and close to my age, blonde hair, nice smooth body with huge nipples, nice sized dick, uncut, and verse. He liked that I was verse too and close to him. Close enough I could walk to him. Then he asked what I love to hear: "sin condon?" I said that yeah, I fuck without condoms and I would love to cum in his ass. He liked that a lot and asked if I wanted him to cum in my ass and I said I did. That got the pindrop with his address and I told him I was out on a walk and hot and sweaty and asked if that was OK. He said it was and I said I'd be to him in about ten minutes. By now I was hard and precumming like crazy knowing this boy wanted my seed in his ass and wants it so bad he didn't even ask my status. He thought he was probably getting somebody straight here from Mexico who spoke no English and I'm fine with playing that game. I pulled my t-shirt off so that when I'd get there I'd give him the full image of what he was gonna get and was glistening by then. My cock and balls were a sweaty cummy mess as well so I hoped he was down for that. I rang the door and sure enough, it was the kid who had messaged me and I stepped inside. He already had his shirt off and was clearly ready to get down to it. He offered me some water and went to get it, asking me how my walk was and saying I was as hot as he'd hoped. His Spanish wasn't terrible but not great either. He was probably using a translator which is fine. Shit...sometimes I have to use one too. But I wasn't about to let him in on the fact that I speak English and am a fifth generation American. He gave me the glass and said for me to come with him to his room. Once we're in his room he shuts and locks the door and takes off his shorts and I can see his nice sized cock matched his photos. He pulls my shorts down and is down on his knees sucking my cummy sweaty cock and balls, taking me all the way in his mouth and giving me an amazing blowjob. He tells me that I taste amazing and its taking everything I have not to blow my load in his mouth even though that may be what he wants. I struggle to find the words in Spanish to say I'm close and as I pull him off my cock I sputter them out. Keeping up my act is harder than I thought and I tell him to get on the bed so I can fuck him. Rather than ask for lube, which I suddenly can't think of the word for, I do the spit and stick and soon am sliding my raw cock inside him. He gives less resistance than I expected, so I'm guessing he either gets fucked regular or got some recently. He's moaning and saying in English and Spanish how good I feel inside him, how hot my dick is, and how bad he wants my cum. I love what an eager slut he is and that he's taking a load and doesn't care about the risk. I'm so turned on I blast a load inside him as he's screaming out, telling me not to pull out and stay inside him. I'm pulling him closer so my sweat gets on him and I can kiss him. I want to taste his mouth and look into his eyes and see his desire for my cum. I'm probably some interchangeable disposable Latino and he probably takes a lot of loads from Latino boys, based on how good his Spanish is. He probably loves that we don't use condoms and don't care. I'm getting close to cumming and he warns me he's about to cum and if I want to get fucked we need to stop. Even though I don't know his status I don't care, I want his loads in me just as bad as he wants mine. I slide out of him and hop onto the mattress on my back. He quickly grabs lube from his nightstand and proceeds to spill lube clumsily all over my ass and his cock. I felt like telling him he didn't need it as I got drilled last night by two different guys and soon enough he was balls deep in me and my legs over his shoulders as he pounded my ass. I was moaning and focusing on not slipping into English as he fucked me, saying little. He built to an orgasm and I could feel him blast inside me and let out a satisfied groan as he did, telling him to stay inside me, that I wanted more. He laughed saying there was more where that came from and getting fucked raw made him super horny. I said it would be hot to have someone fucking him raw as he fucked me raw and his face lit up saying how hot that would be, saying how he loved getting fucked raw, and how he got it pretty often raw but wanted more. I loved that this dirty little slut was getting raw dogged a lot and now was putting his slutty loads in my ass. I told him how hot his cock was and how bad I wanted his loads and that I had more to pump inside him too. He was pulling almost all the way out and slamming balls deep in me and keeping an intense rhythm going until he blasted another load in me. I told him it was his turn again and rolled him on his back and slid back inside his ass, telling him how he was going to get another load and guessing he was going to find other guys to breed him once I was gone. He said he was and that he wanted to get fucked more, that he liked to see how many guys he could hook up with. I joked he probably got fucked before I came by and he said he'd been fucked the night before, another Latino guy who bred him. I teased him about liking Latino leche and taking our big uncut cocks and he admitted to it. I'd worked myself up and blasted another load inside him, shuddering intensely as I did and he cried out that he could feel, begging me to stay in him and pump it all inside. Once I was sure I'd spurted all I had I slid out and stood up, telling him to suck me clean, which he obediantly did, all while telling me how hot my cum tasted, how much he loved me fucking him and breeding him. I told him he was a good little bitch and that he needed to keep taking all the loads he could get from Latino boys. Once he was done I pulled my shorts and shoes back on, grabbed my shirt and left. I swapped contact info with him but kept up the whole machismo bullshit by not kissing him or getting all gay. As I stepped outdoors it was WAY hot outside and I realized I'd been with him nearly an hour, but it was worth it to breed his greedy slutty ass and take his slutty seed myself. I'd gladly swap loads with him again.

Earlier this morning with a 20 year old off Daddyhunt. He's a student, back home from university for a month and feeling bored and horny. He was up for being fucked and happy to do it bare, though not on Prep. He sucked my cock for a while and then bent over to let me lick his arse. I licked him for a while and then slid my cock up his arse and began to fuck him. He was semi-hard as I fucked him and then he began to play with himself. I was getting close and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard and after a while I shot a nice big load right up him. When I pulled out, he straightened up and I saw his cock, which was now fully hard - I couldn't believe how long and thick it was. He was quite small and slim, but his cock was massive. I sucked on it for a while and then asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He rather shyly said he hasn't fucked much as he mostly bottoms but was up for it and soon I was bent over my desk, pulling my cheeks apart so he could get his big cock up me. He began a bit slow and hesitant, but then got his confidence and gave me a good hard fuck, depositing what still feels like a massive load in my arse. I told him he should top more guys and he says he will. Already arranged to see him again.

My thoughts were racing, and I wanted Rob so bad. But what if someone saw us. My Father was working at the school that evening as well. I just quickly said, "Sorry ... I can't." And bolted. I drove around frustrated, and finally drove home, and decided to go for a run at the park near my house. It was by the river, and had lots of trails and paths out into the countryside. I had heard about the parks reputation. A few years back, I was caught talking to a stranger by a State Cop who knew my parents. He stopped at the house and warned my parents about perverts, weenie whackers and drug dealers that hung out in the park. I think my subconscious was setting me up. I was jogging by the pump house, and saw two straight looking guys fishing by the pumphouse. The younger guy, in his mid-20s had a mustache, dark hair and looked Basque. His friend was older, more of a bear with a full beard, and light brown hair. He seems late 30s. Both jeans on, and the younger one had no shirt. It was a hot day, and I stopped a minute to take in his lean muscular frame gleaming with sweat. I would have licked him clean. I guess I stared too long. The older guy noticed my staring. "Hey you!. Take a picture. It will last longer. Fucking fag." "I'm not a fag. I just thought I recognized you guys. I was mistaken." I turned around to walk away, and was grabbed from behind, and put in a sleeper hold. I was no match, and quickly passed out. When I woke up. I had a headache, and blurry vision. But I quickly forgot the headache as I remembered what had happened, and couldn't stand up. I was tied across the pump caging, naked, and I heard a voice. "Let's teach this faggot a lesson." I tried to move, but fishing line was holding my limbs in place and the line was cutting into my arm, and my left foot not only had the cutting fishing line, but they hadn't removed the barbed hook that was threatening to sink into my flesh. The older one came at me with a belt. I flinched, but he just laughed and tightened it around my neck. The younger guy appeared in my peripheral and said, "This will help you get through lesson one." In his hand, a syringe. "Please let me go. I just want to go home." The older guy shoved my balled up sock in my mouth, and spat in my face. "I would try not to move if you don't want hurt." I should have stayed with Rob in the locker room. Anything but this.

I work from home. Yesterday morning, as usual, I was on the apps just browsing while in meetings and such. I saw a headless torso not far from me at all and I sent a basic intro, something like "looking good" or whatever. The guy returned the sentiment and within thirty minutes he was at my apartment. He was tall and in great shape, somewhere in his early thirties. He claimed he was 100% bottom, which was fine by me - I wanted to fuck his amazing-looking ass. He had the sexiest beard too and was overall very cute. He got to work very quickly getting naked while I only took my pants and underwear off. He sucked me off for a few minutes before I finally told him I wanted his ass. I bent him over my couch and ate him out to get him nice and wet, then I slapped some lube on my dick, on his ass, and then started pushing in. He said my dick was a lot bigger and thicker than it looked in the pictures (who knows if that's true? I took it as a compliment anyways) and he did seem to enjoy it. I fucked him good and hard, smashing his face into the couch cushions with each thrust until I was ready to cum. I pulled out and flipped him around and blasted my load all over his face. Five seconds later he came all over his own chest. He hopped in my shower and we made tentative plans to meet up soon and then he was on his way. About an hour later though, a guy I had been talking to on an app for a few months responded to my "Good morning!" message from earlier in the day. We had a little bit of small talk and then he tapped one of my pictures I'd previously sent, one of me bent over with my ass aimed right at the camera. We joked about me being so clumsy that I kept dropping things and having to bend over when he started to escalate the tension. Now, I have sucked this guy off once, and that's it. We've had risqué conversations before, but nothing ever transpired and I wasn't holding my breath for this either, but then he starting saying just how awful it would be if someone would happen to fall on me and their dick slide right into my ass. That kind of thing. More banter, more innuendo, and the next thing I know he's on his way to stop by my place before going off to work. He came into my apartment, I sucked him right where I'd eaten the ass of the guy earlier that morning and then I asked him to fuck me. I assumed the same position my bottom had earlier, bent over my couch, and this guy shoved his dick inside of me raw, with just spit for lube. He'd told me he was so horny he'd probably cum quick, which worked fine for me! I told him I like quick and easy. He can be quick, and I'll be easy. He fucked me furiously for about five minutes and then he shot his load deep in my ass. We cleaned up and he was on his way. All in all, he was at my place for less than ten minutes, but now he knows where I live and I'm only a few minutes away from his work. He said he'd be making using of me again and again from now on.

Hey guys. English is not my first language so please apologies if this story is badly written and full of spelling mistakes. I am a very shy guy in my early thirties and finally ready to explore my kinks. I was in a serious relationsship for the last ten years and the sex was very vanilla. I would say that I am good looking, cute face and a muscle well trained body. For now I was very selective with the guys I hooked up with but that is going to change. I want to tell my story from my first and last load and keep you guys posted about my process to become a cumslut. Two weeks ago I started taking Prep, ready in time for my vacation in Portugal. I love the idea of taking multiple loads and eat cum. Maybe one day I am ready to get pozzed, but for now I take the pills and see where it gets me. After a couple days surfing at the beach I decided to go to the bathouse and find the first guy to fuck me without condom. It was my first time in the bathhouse and I was overwhelmed and very turned on by the atmosphere. I loved seeing people fuck, suck and hear men moan in the cabines. The guys where not that attractive and since it was my first time I was too shy to really let go. Nevertheless I got on my knees by the end of day in the darkroom and sucked of a very hot couple. I had a lot of guys watching and after a few minutes the first guy came in my mouth. I loved the feeling of his dick pumping in the cum in my mouth without warning me. I didnt swallow for some reason and the guy pushed my head to his boyfriend which also came in my mouth shortly after. I couldnt hold back longer. I came too and left the bathhouse a bit embarrased. The next day I went back to the bathhouse because I wanted more. I wanted to get fucked in a cabine. So I prepared my ass in the hotel and left around midnight. Since it was a weekday the selection of guys was even worth. But I had a mission and didnt want to fail. I waited in front of a cabine and after 5min a very hot black guy stopped by and pushed me in the cabine. He pushed me on my knees and slidded his dick brutally inside my mouth. I sucked him off for two minutes and he started finger my hole. He asked me to lay on my back and lift my legs. I wanted to discuss about using a condom or asking him if he is on prep but he just spit on his dick and pushed it inside of me. It hurt a lot and I was screaming because I never got fucked without lube. He seemed to like my tight hole and fucked me really hard. Eventually I got used to it and started enjoying his hard fucking. But not for long because only few minutes after he started fucking faster and cum hard in my ass. I was really not prepared for it but he came really hard and long. You might not believe me but I could really feel how he filled me up. Then he came me a kiss and left the cabine. I couldnt believe he just used me and filled me up so brutally. I walked to the shower ara in the bathhouse and could feel his load dripping down my legs. Then I got dressed and left. I know this story is very boring compared to all your advanced stories. But I wanted to share my journey and I believe this is only the beginning. Do you have any advice how to push it further? I want more than one load inside me. What can I do and how do I let go? Please give me some challanges.

Just had a long threesome with my boy, Drew and my Buddy, Steve. Drew is half our ages so Steve and I, being the Daddies usually tag-fuck the shit outta him. We get off on mixing our sperm deep in his asshole. This time I bottomed for Drew and Steve. I got down on all 4s and Drew fucked my mouth wile Steve shoved his big uncut cock up my hole. He's 8 inches and very thick so I really feel stretched out. He got in balls-deep and started pumping me. Man it felt real good. He was till fucking me when Drew shot a load of sweet young cum down my throat. Then Steve emptied his balls and pumped a massive load into me. I really felt his hot sperm filling my chute. We laid back on the bed - covered in sweat and me full of their seeded. We kissed and wrestled fr a bit then Drew climbed on to my back and shoved his cock up my ass, fucked me for 5 minutes and seeded me. I was dripping seed. It felt good to be used

Yeah man, the sound was amazing, feeling cum trickling down my leg and the sloppy sound it made around the 5th guy was a cumslut's dream. I also forgot to mention that for the whole day I was only wearing a jockstrap and some denim shorts, so by the time I stumbled home my ass was leaking spunk into my jeans, I probably had a wet patch and the smell of cum for everyone to see 😈💦💦💦

That story about someone riding the metro in Madrid full with mpox blisters was totally made up. Dude had something called "neurofibromatosis". Someone took pic and posted on Twitter for attention: [think before following links] https://www.reddit.com/r/Monkeypox/comments/wetczt/the_monkeypox_patient_on_the_subway_in_spain_was/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

I hosted a party Monday afternoon. I had a couple regulars that could not make it due to other obligations or work. I also had a new guy that was a bottom but had come over a couple weeks ago and stretched my ass open, that was great. He was going to attend with the hopes of taking my FF cherry. he had a called and messaged me the day before and apologized and said that he had a family emergency and was heading out of town. So, right from the start this didn't look really promising. I had several guys from various online apps that said they wanted to cum over and drop a quick load. I had one guy that has bred me in the e past shows up. he was going thru some family stuff also but wanted to do me. This guy usually shoots lays a great fuck and shoots a big load in me. he was getting deep in me when we got interrupted by another guy coming in. for some reason this seemed to put a damper in the guy in my ass and he slowed and lost his erection. I wanted more of his cock, he was hitting some of the best spots deep inside me plus he talks nasty and holds me down so I can't stop him. he got up and left the guy that interrupted us only wanted to jerk on my ass, I held my cheeks open and he sprayed on my hole, he used a finger and pushed a little of it in me before he left. I got up and walked around and my ass was very slippery. I love this nasty feeling. I had put a little lube in my ass, some CBD lube from an online vendor. a guy showed up that has fucked me once in the past but in the years, I have played with him he has always liked putting stuff up my ass to open me wide. He used some of my toys and he tried to put his hand in me. he didn't get that up me, but I was stretched open. he also tried to get my vibrator in my ass, it has a big knob on the end of it. he left with me having a looser hole. the last guy showed up a bit later. He was hung average. but he climbed on and fucked me deep. sometimes easy and sometimes like a mad man in heat. I was in heaven. I was moving my ass around trying to get more of him in me. he was into the root and started breathing heavy. I knew what was coming, when he shoved in, I pushed out and the feeling sent me thru the celling. my ass opened and I thought he was going to get his balls in me also. he shot several squirts in my ass. My ass was on automatic at that point and was trying to milk every drop out of him. He was from California and he said I had a great ass. sexy as hell and one of the best he has had. I am a very noisy fuck when I get going and most guys can get into a responsive bottom. I took that as a compliment, he was from the bay area and was at least 15 years younger than me. Figured that was great compliment on my best ASSette. Even though I got ghosted by several guy and would like to have gotten more cum and maybe some piss in my ass it was a good day. I would grade it with a B+. My as sit a bit tender today but not bad, if I had time I would lube up and bend over ........

Definitely. At one point years ago when I went in to have a physical, I spoke with my doc about my lack of sex drive with my bf. My testosterone levels were normal. That’s when I realized it wasn’t me and I ended it with him. My issue was fixed.

Was a good little piggy, took some dirty poz cum. Took 11 loads the night i moved into my new apt, cant wait to host again and have more poor their seed into me 😈

Agree not boring at all. looking forward to hear what you get up to next time. Maybe get 2 loads in a night and see how that feels. I love sliding into a pre loaded ass, smooth buttery smells like cum

Chapter Two Snap The Stud I was laying on my friend's couch waiting to sober up enough until I could drive home when I logged into grindr. A guy I’ve been talking to recently is close by and reached out. Clearly he’s pretty drunk and he sends me a picture of his slutty bar outfit. When I tell him I’m spending the night on a couch he invited me to share his bed. It’s within walking distance and the offer is tempting not just for the comfort of a real mattress, but also for a hole to fill. He lets me in, hands me pyjama pants then and gets into bed..oh he actually meant sleeping in his bed. I’m hard as fuck though and so I made a point of reaching over him to put my phone on the far bedside table so that my package pressed against his hand. I love the moment when men realise what I have. His motives changed immediately, I could tell he was entranced by my cock. He played with it some with a dumb look on his face so I pulled it out. He knew exactly what to do with it to earn some precum, he pulled the foreskin back and rubbed under the head. This is the point when my instinct to breed really kicked in. I still didn’t know the full power of this instinct, but once it has a target, he’s as good a bred. I lifted his legs and pulled up his sweats in one motion and pressed myself against his ass. “I’m going to fuck you”. I wasn’t asking. The fucker reached for the bedside table and pulled out a condom. Now I know by this point that condoms are the worst, but I hadn’t yet fully accepted my role as a breeding bull is to get around, through or off them at all costs. I agreed to wear it, because that was the “right” thing to do. My night was going to be ruined because of this gross piece of latex. I put it on with significant effort, they weren’t exactly magnums and so they only reached half way down my hard cock. I lubed a little, because I knew it would be impossible without, due to the balloon on my dick. I shoved in hard and I could tell it hurt him, which he deserved. I felt almost nothing on my cock so I tried pounding as hard and rough as possible still but nothing. He didn’t seem to be having much fun either, not that I cared at this point. I could tell it was painful for him which was his own fault so I didn’t show him any pity. Suddenly something changed though I didn’t realize exactly what yet, but I could actually feel him. I pounded his ass faster and sure enough, I felt I could actually cum like this. I was pleased and figured maybe condoms aren’t as bad as I thought. I was getting closer and he was making noises of both pain and pleasure now. As I reached climax I shoved in deep and groaned. Even with a condom on I can’t ever pull out. Fuck I came so much, I pulsed and pulsed into him. Usually I cum more when I know I’m filling a guy, so I was surprised I came so much just to fill a rubber. Once my orgasm ended I noticed he covered himself in his own jiz. I pulled out of him and suddenly everything made sense. The condom snapped and my body knew, even if my brain didn’t. I showed him it broke and he looked nervous... but also apologized to me! Clearly this is a mistake I will have to make again. the prey Since I broke up I haven’t been very social. I knew I had to get out of my rut so when a friend told me the bar had a short-shorts theme I figured this was a good excuse. I prefer to top, but I have an ass that swallows shorts and I figure my self esteem would benefit by catching people looking. We went to the bar and had a lot of fun dancing, even if I didn’t get all the attention I hoped for. As the night dragged on though, I started feeling down again. I don’t actually want to hook up, I just wanted to be held. My friend noticed my mood spiralling and swooped in with drinks and compliments, and more drinks. I was feeling better, and back to my horny self, but I could tell I was in a state to make bad decisions, and decided to leave. On the walk home I logged into grindr, out of curiosity only, I wasn’t feeling right for a hookup. A handsome man I had been talking to recently was almost right next to me, he’s usually almost off my grid. I sent him a message and he replied quickly to ask what I’m doing. I sent him a picture I took in my shorts that I took at the start of the night and was immediately embarrassed by it. I apologized and told him I was drunk. He told me he was sleeping on a friend's couch and without even thinking I told him to come sleep in my bed. What was I saying, I don’t want to hook up, even though he is really handsome. He has big arms, and a strong hairy chest, this could be the cuddle I’ve been craving all night. Well I already invited him so I gave him my address. I barely made it home before he did but I had time to change into comfy sweats. He came inside my apartment and his presence felt warm. I felt drawn to him and just wanted to lay my head on his pecs and smell the warm manly scent coming off him. I contained myself and showed him to my bed, we climbed in, and I turned out the light. If I keep everything above belt, maybe this can stay PG. No luck though, he shifted to reach over me to put something on the bedside table and his monster cock pressed against my hand. I had to hold it even just out of curiosity, I could not believe it was so fat, and long, and hard. He pulled it out of his briefs, and I pulled the foreskin back and played with the head. Immediately clear nectar appeared at the top. This is when he changed. The warm protector vibe was gone, he looked at me like I was his meal, grabbed my legs and pulled them up to reveal my ass. I was a little bit scared, but it was also really hot. He told me he was going to fuck me, he didn’t ask and he didn’t seem to care what I wanted. I knew I had to be assertive about one thing. I reached to the bedside table and grabbed a condom and gave it to him. I tried to match his forceful tone when I told him to put it on, but I think I just sounded whiney. He stared at me with a tense smile, opened it and started putting it on. I could tell he was mad, his eyes were burning right through me. Too bad buddy, I’m not going to meet someone and then take them raw on the same night. I was proud of myself for making him wear it, he was so hot, I easily could have wavered. Once he had it on it looked ridiculous though. It was practically a hat on his giant cock. He didn’t waste any time though and he pinned my legs up and shoved in with just a trace of lube. My ass was on fire and he didn’t even give me time to adjust. Like I said I usually top, I’m not by any means a pump and dump bottom, not until now. I want to impress him so I don’t tell him to stop or pull out, still I can’t hide my pain. He’s fucking so hard but looks bored and I feel awful, what’s wrong with me? On one particularly hard stroke he changed again though. His eyes lit up and he became both the warm protector and wild predator in one. He pumped into me wildly now with a rhythm that was going to make me cum. Suddenly He shoved balls deep into me and my prostate went wild. I came so much thinking of him coming in me. Thank god I made him wear a condom, there’s no way the animal in him would have pulled out. Once we both came out of our orgasm he pulled out and showed me the broken condom. I was shocked and I didn’t know what to say. Why did I just apologize? He laughed at that, wiped his dick off on my sheets, climbed to his side of the bed and left me there covered in/ filled with cum. I fell asleep that way and he was gone before I woke up.

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Ive been talking with this guy on and off for years on squirt but never went anywhere. A week ago we got talking again and it got real fast. Last night we both agreed for him to come over to my den for me to unload into him. About an hour ago he walked down my stairs, and stripped for me. I was sitting on my couch edging with porn on the big screen. He walks over, gets on his knees and swallows my cock. Bobs up and down with a moderate suction. I pull him off a few times just so I don't blow l right then and there. I tell him to show me his ass. He stands up and bends over as commanded. He's a good listener. I then lube up two fingers and slide one slowly into him. I pump his hole enjoying how tight and smooth it is. I then add my second finger. He slowly relaxes and takes it in. I pump a little longer getting that hole to stretch. I slide my fingers out and lean back on the couch while I tell him to suck my cock some more. This goes on for a minute till im good and hard again and tell him to get down on his knees and face on the rug. I get between his legs and stuff my fat cock into that stretched hole. I waste no time and get straight to fucking hard and deep. Pumping him like that for the next five mins. I pull out (don't worry, I never do that when it counts, as you will see) and tell him to get on his back. I throw his legs onto my shoulders and easily slide back in. I fuck him deep for another few mintues before burying my cock and grunting hard as I unload into him. I stay there ontop of him for a minute to get my bearings and to allow my seed time to start absorbing into him. My cock eventually going soft and falling out, I get up and sit back on the couch. He then follows and sucks my cock clean, taking what cum I had left in my cock. Once he had what he wanted, he got dressed just as quick and quietly as he came in. Now here I am half hard jerking another round out as I write this. First time posting a story here so i hope it's not too hard of a read. This is a real event.

This happened last year, I was 21, but was the one time I realized how much of a cumdump I am. I was invited to my first orgy and decided to wear a jockstrap. I got there, there were around 11 people chatting and drinking and I meet everyone. I start talking to a guy, we kiss and I started undressing. It was the starting point. Everyone started kissing and undressing. Another guy joined us and soon I was on my knees sucking their cocks. As soon as I take my shorts off, I just see everyone turns their heads to take a look at my ass. First guy started fucking me (with a condom), then passed me to another guy (around 40 years old). He put it in me bare and started pouding me. Then he moved, got in front of me and I started sucking his cock while another guy started to fuck me. I took turns sucking other guy’s cock while getting fucked. Shortly after I took a little break. It was short. While I was coming back from the kitchen to get some water, two guys (one around 22, the other around 28) stopped me. The older one hold me while the younger penetrated me. He had a perfect cock (no condom). It was one of the best fuck sessions ever. Everyone wanted to fuck me, a good part of them bred my hole. I got around 5 loads. They were anonymous to me as I had no idea who would. I got some of their numbers and still have contact and fuck sessions with some of them. It was that night I realized I would never have a condom in my ass again.

Last Sunday night into Monday morning. Decided to stay over in the city at a bathhouse, fun and inexpensive. 1st encounter, big black young guy with thickest cock I've ever seen. We quickly established we'd just arrived and were looking for loads up our asses. I slid into his ample backside to give a sample. He was well pleased. I pulled out and said "My turn." I was surprised how easily my ass took him, glad I'd pre lubed. But he soon softened and fell out. We'd slide into each other's asses a number of times as our paths crossed. Met next guy at slurp ramp. Invited himself back to my room where we quickly moved to 69. He tried to pull out but I sucked down his load. As we debriefed our enjoyment I confessed I would have been happier with his load up my ass. He confessed his cock had never been in a guy's ass and he'd never been fucked. All very friendly. I suggested this might be his night to change that. He said could be and he needed a smoke. Promised he'd be back. You guessed it, he never came back and I didn't see him again. Next guy was sucking on the toes of the guy getting fucked in the sling. Asked if I'd go to his room and let him suck my toes. New experience for me so off I went. It sent tingles all through my body but got tired quickly. Not my fetish, now I knew. I Determined to offer my ass and legs hanging out of a hole in the wall. There was a small glory hole so I could see guys passing by. I urged myself to stay put as at least 5 guys passed up my offered ass. Number 3 stopped and rubbed my ass cheeks with his hand. Then he reached under and played with my hard cock. This went on for so long I began to wish he'd move on and give someone else a chance. That's when I felt his raw cock head at my hole. He pushed in very easily as his cock was straight, thin and maybe 4 to 5 inches. I moaned encouragement and began to meet his rhythm with my pushing back onto him along with ass contractions. He continued to stroke my hard on and despite trying to hold off I began to cum a bit. The resulting ass message brought him over the edge and I delighted in the warm wetness filling me. He proceeded to fuck his load deeper into me. I was in heaven. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone left to take over where he left off. I counted as five guys passed and decided to move on. Came upon a group fucking in a dark alcove. Slid into a slim attractive young man. Invited himself back to my room where I raw fucked him in a few different positions. Having already had a small orgasm I wasn't ready or able to breed him. On my next circuit I came upon a young concave smooth chested man. He maneuvered me into a dark alcove. I soon had his 5 inch slim cock in my mouth. When I stood, turned and offered my ass he slid on in. I knew he was enjoying the wet sensation as much as I did when I slid into a couple of other preloaded ass earlier. He pulled out, sat on a bench, and I sat on his raw cock proceeding to fuck myself. The squeak of the bench was comical and he kept shifting trying to find a quieter spot. I just stayed on his lap. Finally he stood and I thought we were done but he spun me around bent me over and the real intense fuck began. He wasn't big but he was scratching the itch in my ass. I didn't want this to end and all too soon the tell tail breathing proceeded him breeding me deep. Load 2 in the ass, following one down the throat. Big black guy and I would have one more go bbing each other's asses. Again he got in me but soon fell out. He left his towel and went for lube. As I waited for his return I started leaking cum and wished he'd been more patient. The slim young guy from my room reappeared and my 8 inches was quickly in his fuck shoot. When the black guy returned I hoped he'd sandwich fuck me but he grabbed his towel and left. I couldn't blame him and proceeded to pound the young ass until I bred him deeply. I slept well. They seemed to softened the music. When I awoke I took one profunctry stroll in the early morning hours to watch a middle aged bear give a gorgeous young nicely haired man with a sizable cock the most beautiful blowjob. It was amazing to see his 8 or nine medium thick cock disappear down the bear's throat. No gag in sight. Despite an old man's encouragement I wasn't treated to the orgasm. Free live porn! The end to a very satisfying night.

Love it when it starts slow and easy then as the top is getting ready to explode he pumps faster and harder as he chokes me harder till I cant breathe as he explodes deep in me then he releases the choke. I almost always cum at that point!

I'm a lucky li'l faggot😈😎!! I've become increasingly concerned about the spread of Monkeypox in our gay community over the last several days. Vaccine is in very short supply...boys have been standing in line for hours only to be told that the vaccine supply has been exhausted. Yesterday, CA Gov. Gavin Newsom declared a California-wide Health Emergency because of Monkeypox. This morning, I'm sure it's only a coincidence, I received a text from my health care provider, Stanford (University) Health Care, that Monkey pox vaccine was now available. I met the criteria (possible exposure at GearUp Weekend earlier last month). I immediately signed up and received an appointment response this afternoon. I have a vaccination appointment Thursday morning...Woohoo😂!!! Thank you Gay Gods...now please help my other gay brothers!! 😛

This sounds like a cum pigs dream. Not sure when I’ll be in London but Heath is definitely now on the list of places to see!

I wish I had known about this site when I lived there in 2013. I went 3 weeks and only hooked up with two guys, one was from the states like me. If I had known about Heath I would have been there every day as it was not far from my house on Wetherill in Muswell and I passed Heath almost every day getting home from the theater. I had read about cottaging and cruising in the UK. I walked a couple parks, but I guess I was at the wrong ones, because I never witnessed anything.

I come from a small family so there never was an opportunity to have sex with anyone related to me. But I’ve had sex with others who were related. I’ve done a three-way with two brothers, even one set of twins, cousins, and uncle/nephew, and even a mother/son (42/22).

I came home to find my boy, Drew in our bed with another boy he'd met in a bar. They were goin at it hard with my Drew's raw cock pounding this boy's asshole.I undressed and sat watching them while stroking my cock. Drew said to the boy, "my Daddy wants to fuck you" then to me "you willl fukkin love his ass" I got on the bed with him and buried my face in the new boy's ass and ate him out good. When he was good n wet I mounted him and went in deep. Man, he felt so good. I pumped him hard and shot my load inside him. I pulled out and Drew was eager to get back in him. He went balls deep, fucked him and emptied his balls. When Drew had finished I spread the boy's legs and shoved my tongue up his asshole and licked out Drew's and my seed - fukkin hot. I want more of that boy's ass.

Yes, I’ve done it and had it done to me many times. There’s a fair amount to know about doing it properly to avoid problems. The most important thing to realize is that your urethra is sterile, and what you do not want to do is start stuffing a lot of bacteria into it, or you’ll end up with a urinary tract infection, a bladder infection, or both. Sounds themselves (actual sounds) are medical instruments intended for use in enlarging the urethra to permit passage of objects like kidney stones. They are usually stainless steel, and there are different types. Some are straight, some are curved, and some consist of a bulb at the end of a thin rod (‘rosebud’ sounds, the kind I use). They normally come in graduated sets that go from narrow to wide. Sounds need to be scrupulously sterilized before use, and care taken not to contaminate them before insertion. They should never be shared out of one cock and into another. It’s recommended that latex or nitrile gloves be worn when handling them. Ample lubrication is a must, and you need to ensure that the lube isn’t contaminated either. Sounds should be absolutely smooth. If a sound has any roughness, ridges, edges, or burrs, even tiny ones, don’t use it. The urethra is extremely delicate inside and very easy to scratch. Once you do, peeing will feel like peeing fire. Sounds come in variable lengths, some as long as 14 inches. It can be sobering to watch a foot-long sound sink all the way to its grip into a six-inch cock - it makes you wonder where the other five inches went. (Deep inside you.) Do not attempt to force a sound too large for your opening into it early on. Just like anal training, training your cock slit to accept a larger sound is a gradual process that should not be rushed lest you cause an injury. I’ve been sounding for several years, and there are still three sounds in my set that have never been inside me. They probably never will. Frankly, I can’t imagine the last one doing it. Once you place the sound inside, you never, ever force it. Always let gravity do all the inward pulling. You may need to straighten out the curvature in the cock to facilitate it, but it will sink on its own. Once it does, you can -slowly- begin pulling it back up and out, then letting it slide back down again. This repeated action gives the sensation that your cock is being fucked from the inside. Again, slowly. Trying to do it fast, or with any force, will result in injury. You can find “sounds” for sale made of silicone, or of other metals, or other materials, and in different shapes. Such things are best left to the hardcore fetishists with lots of experience and/or no sense whatsoever. Many of the alternative materials cannot be sufficiently sterilized, and many of the “novel” shapes stand a chance of causing some degree of trauma. Because sounds are usually metal, you can usually use them as electrodes for electrostimulation. Do not do this unless you have extensive experience with e-stim and know exactly what you’re doing. I do. Please trust me on this one. If you’re going to let someone else sound you, make sure the guy has experience, follows protocols to prevent contamination, and pays close attention to your feedback. Another person should never try to make a sound go somewhere in you it doesn’t want to naturally go. My former Master did very evil things to me with sounds, but he was a consummate practitioner with them and never put me at risk. Lastly, don’t sound yourself with anything other than actual sounds - ballpoint pens, toothbrushes, asparagus, screwdrivers - these are not acceptable substitutes for sounds. And for God’s sake don’t ever use anything brittle, like, say, a glass rod, that could break off halfway down your cock and push its way out through the middle of your shaft like a compound fracture. Sounding can be an interesting experience, but it’s not something you can do just casually. It takes preparation, care, and good practice to enjoy it safely.

Last night in some woods near one of Melbourne’s train stations (alamein line for the local players). It was meant to be just a BJ or a safe fuck at best but when i turned up with my freshly lubed arse neither of us has condoms. We start with the BJ but it’s really not working for him so I offer him my other hole, assuring him that I’m clean. I lean against a tree, bend over, pull my shorts down a little and pull my cheeks apart.. his cock finds the mark without hesitation. It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked and it hurts a little but he doesn’t care about that. He’s in a rush obviously and soon gets in to a rhythm which also feels good to me. I ask him how long since he came - 7 days. He asks me if I’m really married, yes. Has asks me if I’m gonna fuck my wife later, yes. And then finally, asks where I’d like him to cum and I say, in me. And with that he picks up the pace and plunges in to me to cum as deep as he can. He leaves it there for a minute of to drain and to let it set. Gawd I love this bit. He then pulls out, pats me on my back, says good bye and walks away. I pull up, analyze and revel in the moist and open feeling that i crave then slowly and carefully walk home. All whilst checking Grindr to see who might want seconds.. 😉

12:30pm Friday I had a hung 18 yr old scally lad come over and raid my cunthole, hard rough fuck n go. He’s got that typical slim muscular scally physique with a very fat veiny 9.5” uncut dick. He turned up just wearing a pair of grey shorts that looked like cut off joggers & his trainers. By the time I’d closed the front door he’s shorts were off & he was stroking his massive hard dick. He told me to get my arse out & get bent over the table in the garage. With just a bit of spit lube he rammed his dick up my hairy cunthole & fuck me as hard fast and rough as he could for a good 10 minutes or so and shot his thick heavy load balls deep in me. I was expecting him to pull out, put his shorts on and leave, he pulled out then after a few seconds said he wanted to fuck another load in me. Looking back at him over my shoulder I told him he could fuck as many loads in me as he liked. He shoved his dick back in & raided my cunthole till he shot his second load. He pulled out, spanked my arse saying “cheers mate” got dressed & left. An hour or so later I was on scruff & got a message from a guy that was very close by, he sent pics of his 7” uncut dick and his meaty hairy arse saying he was parked up in his van on his break and was horny for a fuck. I wanted his dick & arse so replied with my pics suggesting a BB flip fuck, 5 minutes later he was pulling up on the drive in his red & white courier van. Nice looking stocky muscular hairy bloke in his late 30’s, I took him up to the bedroom & as soon as I saw his gorgeous meaty hairy arse in the flesh I was gagging to fuck it & he happily let me fuck & breed him first, gave him a quick deep rimming before plunging my big fat 9” meat balls deep in his hairy shithole. I gave his arse some serious punishment for a good 20 minutes before breeding my huge thick load balls deep in him, I gave him my arse and he gave me a proper good seeing too as well for a 30 minute before flooding my cunthole with his big juicy load. He was keen to meet again, as was I so we swapped numbers. I’ve been chatting to a 24 yr old muslim lad for about a week, he replied to one of my ads on Locanto saying he’s a very horny top who’s very in the closet and looking for very discreet meets to fuck & breed a guy’s arse. We finally settled on meeting Friday evening around 10pm after Friday prayers. He arrived just after 10pm he’d come straight from the mosque and was still wearing his white Jubba which was skin tight on his big muscular pecs, shoulders & arms. He was happy to fuck in the living room so we both stripped, his gorgeous big pecs, arse and legs were nice & hairy, his meaty 8”cut dick had a slightly trimmed bush & his low hanging balls were shaved smooth. He surprised me when he said he was up for mutual cock sucking, rimming & kissing which we did for the first hour or so. He then spent 2 hours raiding my arse & breeding 2 thick loads deep inside me. It’s now 2:55am and I’m about to get out of my car & enter the Hampstead Heath woods to get some random cock and loads!

Chapter one Don’t cum inside me without a condom! The Stud Starting at the beginning when I first discovered dominating, barebacking, and breeding. For several years I had bad luck with sex, I knew I wasn’t a bttm early but no one could take my large dick. It turns out the size is less of an issue when you remove the rubber. So one night after the bar I was crashing on a friend's couch, a mutual friend crashed on the floor. Part way through the night I was cold so I picked him up and put him on the couch with me to cuddle. I’m pretty sure I didn't even wake him while doing so. I snuggled back and a while later I felt him rub his ass against me. I took it a step further and pulled his underwear down. I didn’t have condoms but I was so fucking horny I decided to tease his ass with my cock. I was surprised when my dick went in with a small shove, it had never been this easy to enter a guy with a condom on. He noticed though. It definitely woke him up. I pumped a few times in and out and he moaned with pleasure. —Side note I’m lucky he’s bi, I had no idea what his orientation was at the time.— This is the first time I was ever able to put my whole cock inside a man and feel his ass stroke me with every thrust. I knew right away condoms were my enemy. I was still fucking him slow, savouring the new feeling and assuming that this was temporary that it could all stop if I wasn’t careful. Then he gave me an idea that hadn’t even crossed my mind. The first and only thing he said to me was a meek whisper “please don’t cum inside me without a condom on”. A switch went off an I went from being afraid he would stop me to being determined to take him. I told him “yes baby” and started pounding him deep and fast and in less than a minute I was shooting a huge load right up his ass and watched his face shoved into the pillow contort with pleasure, fear and confusion. He asked why I came inside him when he told him not to and I pretended that I misheard him, but I didn’t apologise. He said he’s okay with what I did, but not to do it again. Hahaha, I've bred this guy so many times since then, more than he realizes. This night transformed me into a load giver. When I pick a guy to load he gets it deep every time, and I prefer a challenge. The Prey Saturday night and the weather's warming up. I needed to go out and drink. Some guys from my dorm are going out to the gay bar and I figured I’d join them. I’m bi but I haven’t done much with guys yet, it’s too risky. We had a fun night dancing and I had way too much to drink. I didn’t realize that at the time and so agreed to go to an afterparty in a house nearby. The after party turned out to be just a few people chilling out playing video games. Somehow I fell asleep on the floor by the couch and only noticed when someone picked me up and put me on the couch. It felt really nice to be handled this way, and I was pleased to realize he was joining me on the small couch. I felt him press up against my back with his hard cock my ass. --Wait! Why can I feel his skin? Where are my pants?!-- I guess he could tell I liked it anyway. I felt him adjust so his head was at my hole. This is now the farthest I’ve ever gone with a guy. I’ve played with my own ass, but never had anyone this close. I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn’t have a condom so of course we can’t… Suddenly he pushed all the way in. I was shocked, it did hurt but I was still drunk enough to ignore the pain. He doesn’t have a condom on! He starts pumping his cock in and out in long strokes, every time he pulls back i panic about fucking bare, but as soon as he pumps in my brain goes blank with pleasure. I’ve never felt my prostate this much, his cock is warm and so incredibly deep. His thrusts are getting faster and his breathing is getting shorter. I know what this means and I really start to panic and tense up. I had enough wits about me to demand. “Please don’t cum inside without a condom on!” He gripped my torso hard and hissed “yes baby”. --good he heard me.-- Then he sped up more and pounded so hard it really started to hurt. I was about to tell him to stop, I’m not sure that he would have thought, when he thrust deep into me and his cock pulsed. I turned my head around to tell him to pull out! But he just covered my face with his hand and shoved me into the pillow. I couldn’t say anything, I tried to squirm free but I think that just milked his cock more. Finally after what felt like forever the pulsing stopped, he sighed and let me go. Immediately I demanded “Why did you cum in me when I told you not to!”. He smiled, winked and told me he thought I told him to cum inside. I guess that’s possible. I didn’t want to make a scene so I just said “whatever, now you know, don’t do it again.” He just replied with “yes baby”, pulled his shorts on and left. I passed out exhausted, still drunk, and apparently full of cum. Now it’s noon I’m hungover, walking back to my dorm wondering how I let last night happen and his huge load escapes with what I thought was going to be a small fart. People can see it, there’s no way they can’t. This is why they call it the walk of shame.

I just find it disappointing and upsetting that a Ryan White Case Manager, who has a client with monkeypox, can not tell me the location of the closest vaccine distribution center. I know I have to advocate for my own health but it's a bit demoralizing to not get any assistance. I see my infectious disease specialist on Tuesday, hopefully he or his staff will have some answers. I watch the news and they mention the total number of cases, county by county, but no information on vaccines and where or how to get one.

I have always been active and bisexual since a young age. I had been playing with friends, both male and female at the age of 5. By 13 I was sucking guy friends. By 15 I was popping cherries. When I moved out at 18 I got really into being a cum dump. Then went back to females and married, still while taking loads on the side. Divorced, then went rampant fucking anything that would talk to me 😅

Thanks. Will do that! Horny all the time recently.

On Monday had grindr app open and briefly chatted with a bottom older man of I guess in his 50s. Had previously talked of meeting but at time couldn't host. They shared a picture of self bent over. That picture got me aroused. Quickly agreed to meet where I host as a top for a quick pump and dump. They arrived shortly and unlocked the door. We went into the bathroom. I played some music low volume of Michael W Smith. Quickly undressed. After they started sucking my cock. I quickly got hard to 8 inches. Then put lube on my hard cock. The bottom bent over. I stepped up and slowly entered my cock bareback into his ass. I started fucking and knew not last long. I asked if ok to cum in their ass. They agreed. I then went in deep and unloaded my load of cum in his ass. Felt great as needed to cum. Then we both quickly dressed. Had the bottom leave and on grindr wrote thank you.

Thanks for clarifying! It is indeed possible that this could happen - in fact, if the constitutional protection for same-sex marriage were overturned by a conservative Supreme Court, that would almost certainly happen - because some states' existing prohibitions on same-sex marriage would kick in again, just like older abortion laws have kicked in, and yet if the marriage was legal at the time it was contracted, a decision like that can't invalidate it. That is possible. But I think it's a little less likely, because you're getting into a pretty clear equal protection problem there. Remember Gorsuch is the one who wrote the opinion that discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation IS discrimination on the basis of sex, and Roberts was also in the majority on that one. Even replacing Ginsburg with the Handmaiden, you still have five votes for equal protection.

Thanks for being patient, and sorry for the long wait for this continuing chapter. It’s been a struggle to get back into the head space to write about the Bravos. When we left off Puta and Valentino left the gym early so they could find a place to spend some time alone in the evening before everyone went back to the barracks. Earlier that day, they’d completed their first jump in the third week of the Basic Airborne Course. PUTA There were a couple areas on the way back to the barracks that would work. The barracks were just off Eubanks Field and the training area they spent nearly all their time at every day. There was a group of buildings in between the gym and the barracks: a Credit Union, the Elementary School, and Carey Pool. The pool was closed in the winter, which meant no one would be there. Puta went to a side door of the building that served as the entrance to the pool and held the mens and womens locker rooms as well as the check in office. He made quick work of the locked door in the dark, leading Valentino inside. He turned to secure the door and Valentino moved to grab him from behind, encompassing him with his arms while he kissed Julio’s neck. It felt good to have Valentino’s warm, hard body pressed against him. “God, you are so sexy Julio. I want you so bad.” Valentino moaned into his shoulder. Julio arched his head back to allow his blonde pretty boy full access to his throat and body. “Jess beautiful, we want each other. Is good, no?” Julio raised his arms so he could pull Valentino’s head tighter into his neck while the blonde ran his hands along the muscles of his torso. Valentino pulled Julio’s sweatshirt and tee shirt up to remove it, then removed his own, throwing them on the concrete floor nearby. Julio turned around so he could deliver a deep-tongued kiss upon his lover’s full pink lips. Valentino moaned. Julio felt like Valentino was just the perfect size for him, fitting exactly into his arms, molding to his body where their chests and stomachs rubbed together with every heaving breath. Julio brought his hands up to rub the close-cropped blonde hair on Valentino’s head, hair that was tight, stiff and slightly wiry which told Julio if it were longer Valentino would have beautiful curly blonde rings. The future possibility of running his fingers through hair like that sent a cascade of warmth down Julio’s spine. He imagined the beautiful soldier lying on a blanket on the sand of the beach by his home, his tanned golden skin shimmering with the wetness of the ocean, clad only in a skimpy bikini swimsuit. Red. Yes, a red silky swimsuit would look perfect, thin enough to reveal the outline and features of his cock, balls and ass. He wanted to watch Valentino emerge from the surf in that suit, seeing how it suctioned to his body to reveal everything as the late afternoon sun sunk towards the horizon behind his tight, lithe body and illuminated his wide shoulders and narrow hips, his long toned thighs, flaring calves and sure solid feet as he walked up the beach toward him, the ocean dribbling down over each muscle, limb and bone. Valentino was unlike so many of his other conquests. He was only minimally passive to Julio’s movements. He possessed a fiery passion that equaled Julio’s hot blooded desire. Valentino’s sculpted hands sought out every inch of Julio’s body with his long fingers and wide palms which massaged and pressed into him as if he were trying to discover how deep he could work them into Julio’s soft brown skin and hard developed muscles. Simply being touched by Valentino was a sexual act in itself and there was a moment when Julio wondered if he were the conquest rather than the other way around. He could feel Valentino’s need in every movement, his enjoyment in every moan and when Valentino’s hands went inside the waistband of his sweats above his ass he found he wasn’t worried about it. The blonde wasn’t after his ass to fuck it and Julio knew Valentino was exclusively a receiver. It wouldn’t have made any difference anyway. Julio approached every man with one thing in mind - Julio was doing the fucking. He then descended in a squat to cup the blonde’s firm ass as he ran his mouth over the hard covered mound in the front. Even through three layers of cloth Julio applied pressure to the swollen buried cock as Valentino moaned. Careful not to get the front of Valentino’s sweats wet with spit, Julio softly traced the 6 inches of hardness with his mouth before pulling the waistband down to mid thigh, releasing the soldier’s dripping cock and relaxed balls. They could take their time in this hidden place and Julio was determined to enjoy it fully. He slowly cupped and massaged Valentino’s beautiful balls that were sparsely covered with light blonde hairs. Valentino didn’t have a thick mat of pubic hair, and instead it was light and thin, just enough to frame the sexy circumcised pinga. While the balls were in his palm Julio extended his index finger back to rub the blonde’s hole, then slowly licked the shaft and head, tasting the sweet pre-cum that was smeared around the tip. “You tasting so good, mi tesoro.” Julio moaned. “Fuck, Julio… suck my dick. God that feels amazing.” Valentino said in his deep voice. It turned Julio on that Valentino, although sexually passive, he was still incredibly masculine. He leaned slightly forward to allow Julio better access to his hole. “God, keep doing that.” With his other hand Julio rubbed and groped along Valentino’s abdomen and torso, then moved around behind to grab one of the full and firm ass cheeks to spread the blonde’s ass apart while he fingered the tight puckered opening with an ever increasing pressure. He gently kissed and licked the head of Valentino’s throbbing cock, tasting more pre-cum before he surrounded it with his mouth and slowly sucked it inside. “Ooooooooohhhhhh, fuck! Yes! Your mouth is so warm.” Valentino moaned. He thrust gently with his hips, unable to decide whether he wanted his dick deeper in Julio’s mouth or his tingling asshole deeper on Julio’s thick finger. Julio didn’t rush or speed up any of his movements, nor did he increase the pressure of his mouth. Gently he swirled his tongue around the shaft as he softly moved his wet mouth up and down. Although Julio could easily handle a bigger dick, he found Valentino’s size just right, not too thick or too long, perfectly straight and tapered. It allowed him to use his lips, tongue and jaw at the same time to create a constantly changing motion and movement. Valentino’s hands were resting on Julio’s shoulders as he writhed, lost in the pleasure of Julio’s mouth, hand and fingers. The sensations coming from his dick, his balls and his ass battled for primacy and he couldn’t focus on any single one. Julio’s unhurried attention, his gentleness and slow rhythmic motion everywhere drove Valentino crazy with pleasure. He was already so sexually attracted to Julio’s masculine and confident dominance that being used as Julio’s plaything drove him completely wild. Most men had an emotional barrier that kept them from giving up complete control, especially to another man, and Valentino was no different in spite of his sexual preference. Julio’s dominance and aggressiveness wasn’t mean or hurtful, he didn’t seek to overpower Valentino with violence or being rough, although Valentino could imagine he’d allow Julio to do that to him if it pleased him. No, Julio was strong but gentle, tough but loving, and fuck he knew how to push ALL the buttons from the words he said, how he said them, where he put his hands and what he did with them. Julio took what he wanted but the way he did it made YOU want him to do it. Valentino was still trying to sort out in his head how gay he actually was. He knew he was attracted to men, but the funny thing was only certain men, a certain type. He didn’t care about dick much, which was why he was still mostly confused. For him, it was about the guy. It was about the attitude. He still hadn’t had much sex because of that. Also, being in the Army made it extremely difficult and nothing kills a boner like going to prison for screwing dudes. Most guys weren’t worth it, no matter how good looking even if looks was low down on Valentino’s list. But there was a particular demeanor that always got Valentino’s attention: confidence, masculinity and a ‘do what I want’ with no apologies attitude. It was cocky without being an asshole. There was one guy in Basic Valentino couldn’t forget. He wasn’t all that attractive, almost ugly in fact. His body wasn’t anything special, and there was no single feature that stood out. But fuck, that dude just had a way about him. Nothing bothered him or got him upset, even when the D.I. was screaming. He was serious but could still laugh, and didn’t do any of the juvenile things some of the other recruits did. He took care of his shit and duties like it was no big deal when most of the other guys were whining and complaining. He was just a solid guy. And that turned Valentino on. So with Julio, Valentino felt like he’d won the lottery. Not only was Julio handsome with his brown skin, eyes, and buzz cut hair, his slightly wide nose and wide full lips, but he had a bitchin’ body. Julio wasn’t built like Sleeper or Zeus but he still had defined muscles that thickened in all the right places. And a beautiful uncircumcised cock that was both thick and decently long. All that was just icing on the cake that was Julio’s amazing personality. You could tell that if you got on his bad side he’d teach you a lesson, that he didn’t take any shit from anyone and could handle himself in just about any situation. But there was a tenderness to him he didn’t put on display, an emotional beauty he hid from the world that he only showed to special people. In spite of his tough no-bullshit exterior, Julio had a joy to him that Valentino felt honored to be able to see. And right now, the fact that this amazing man was sucking HIS dick, when it should be the other way around, was bringing Valentino the the brink of orgasm. “Shit, Julio, you’re gonna make me cum.” He gasped. He wanted to warn Julio so that he could pull off and Valentino didn’t shoot in his mouth. “Man, I’m serious…it’s coming…I’m gonna shoot! You better pull off!” Julio just continued doing what he’d been doing for the last few minutes, neither speeding up or slowing down. “Fuck! Fuck! Shit, I’m coming! FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!” Valentino grunted, grabbing Julio’s shoulders while he jerked and spasmed, shooting his hot load of jizz into the back of Julio’s mouth. “Fuck! It’s still going. Fuck! Damn! Fuck!” Julio just kept gently sucking, letting Valentino take as long as he needed to expel every ounce of cum he had in his balls. Julio took the time to savor the taste and was not disappointed. It was sweet and incredibly satisfying. He took small swallows to make the experience last. When Valentino was finished and had stopped trembling, Julio released his dick and stood up, making sure his hand still gripped Valentino’s balls and his finger remained caressing his hole. “Oh man, that was amazing. I don’t think I’ve cum that hard ever.” The blonde said still trying to catch his breath. Julio smiled, his bright even teeth complimenting the amusement glistening in his gorgeous eyes. “Estaba tan delicioso.” Valentino laughed. “I’m going to have to learn Spanish better, but I know enough to know what that means. Did you swallow my cum?” “Jess, of course. You say Claro que si, or maybe Por supuesto.” “Hmmm, Claro que si.” Valentino rolled the words around on his tongue. “I like it. It sounds sexy.” Julio laughed. “I will show you real sexy now, my beautiful.” Then he lowered them both to the cold concrete making sure Valentino’s bare skin laid on the fabric of their shirts. Julio proceeded to make slow, gentle love to this amazing man using every considerable skill in his arsenal until his lover climaxed twice more while his fat Puerto Rican cock stretched and filled Valentino’s sweet tight hole with several thick loads of heavy Hispanic leche, both of them kissing and breathing into each others’ mouth in an unbroken passion that ignored everything around them but the warmth of the emotion which swelled like a tidal wave. Julio realized Valentino was so much more than a conquest. *************************** ASSMUNCH Our second Jump Day started just like the first, with the exception of being loaded down with gear for our first Combat Jump and we formed up at 0330 with our PASGT (Personnel Armor System for Ground Troops) and loaded ruck. Lenger did a quick inspection, something Potter had taught him early on. A Navy Corpsman usually didn’t encounter battlefield situations unless he was embedded with a unit that was shorebased. So Lenger wasn’t familiar with all the gear a combat soldier needed to wear, or how it was properly worn. Once again, it was mostly about straps and snaps, and having the proper items on your equipment belt if you had one. There was one piece of gear we always had to have regardless of our activity that day: our two canteens and water. Infantry went through gear pretty fast, especially when you first started out green. You could look at a soldier’s gear and immediately tell if they would have your back. The more beat up his gear looked, the more you could count on the guy, except for Zeus. His gear never seemed to get too torn up. The Army expected a certain amount of wear and tear, and Infantry got the most abuse and sometimes you came back without a piece or one damaged so much it was useless. That’s why I was on my fourth replacement canteen. There were some soldiers whose gear looked like they’d bought it yesterday…and that wasn’t too far from the truth having probably just bought most of it right before they arrived at the Basic Airborne Course as one of the items on their required list. But any Army grunt, regardless of MOS, should have a set of canteens and an equipment belt stored with his or her gear, even if it was stuffed in a closet and never saw the light of day after basic. As usual, first thing in the morning my ruck felt like a comforting weight. That would change throughout the day until by the evening I’d be sick of dragging that heavy bitch around, but for now it felt like a familiar friend hugging my back. Today’s pack out, and actually the Airborne Course pack out was just 40 pounds or so, not bad. We (infantry) could easily have an 80 pound equipment load, and depending on what your job was it could be 100. Someone had to carry the 20 pound radio. Flashlights were also stupid weight (It was actually the batteries that made them heavy, but even so the sturdy green metal 7 inch long flashlight with angled head weighed about a pound by itself) even if they were necessary. Trust me, after the second mile you started reviewing your gear mentally in your head trying to figure out what you could ditch. Trouble was, you already knew you couldn’t ditch anything because you didn’t pack out anything you didn’t absolutely need. That didn’t stop you from entertaining the fantasy though. ‘Those MRE’s are probably 20 pounds just by themselves.’ And being in training meant when your Sergeant told you to pack out for field, you didn’t dare leave out anything just to make your pack lighter. Sarges had some kind of radar that signaled when you didn’t have a piece of gear. ‘I need a hole right here, Private. Dig me a regulation fighting hole.” Because Sarge knew you left your entrenching tool back at the barracks to lighten your weight. And then, when you didn’t have your entrenching tool, you were generously given the entire Squad’s entrenching tools to carry so that you could dig a hole for the Army any time Sarge needed a hole. Which was just about every mile. And yes, there was an Army standard for digging holes. And there were many different kinds of holes. Grenade sumps, fighting holes like open holes, split parapet and frontal parapet, latrines, elbow holes for you to position your elbows while holding your rifle in prone position or in a fighting hole, holes to bury your gear temporarily, holes to hold poles upright, holes for traps, holes for evasion and rescue… you know, someone smart should put a book together of all the holes. Chapter one should be entitled ASS HOLES, and it should be a list of names of the people who decided we needed to ruck 80 pounds on a 14 mile march. So a mere 35 or 40 pounds for a couple miles wasn’t even a workout for us. The non Infantry randoms still weren’t used to it though, even after two weeks of PT. Sucks to be them. “I see only a couple of you are reviewing your jump manuals, so I guess everyone else will sail right through this jump.” Our black hat said, walking up to our formation. “Today you’ll be joining three other sticks on your jump from a C17. Stick Leader, get your Legs to the parachute shed.” “Yes Sergeant Airborne!” Lenger called out, moving to the left of our formation. He began the count that would lead us on our double time. Our Sergeant Airborne began the marching cadence, the same one we’d been using the entire course. I guess Legs didn’t rate anything other than the Airborne Cadence. Maybe it was because we were from all different branches, and different occupations so there was only one cadence they’d let us use. Maybe the Sergeants Airborne thought we were too stupid to learn new cadences. Maybe it was their favorite cadence and it made their Red White and Blue hearts beat with Freedom. Who knows? Sergeants don’t tell grunts why. Grunts aren’t supposed to think past the response ‘YES SERGEANT!’. As usual once we reached the parachute shed it was another ‘hurry up and wait’ while we stood in line with the other sticks to get issued our harness, parachute, other jump gear like a dummy weapon and weapon case, and reserve. As infantry, the Bravos all had the required ACH. Others like Lenger and the Chair Force boys needed to be issued a helmet which already had a number stenciled on it. If you had your own helmet you needed to put a strip of white tape on each side and write your student number on it. We weren’t permitted talking unless addressed by a black hat, and we weren’t allowed to sleep during the process. I could see the point of that. With everyone silent you could hear the black hats giving commands and instruction even thirty feet away. At this point everyone had their movements down as we donned our gear and waited to be inspected. At each stage different sergeants airborne would run their eyes over us and occasionally reach out to test snaps, buckles, clips, the tuck of our straps and positioning of the various gear hanging from our harnesses. Our helmet pads were checked as well as our chin straps for snugness. The redundancy was something we were told would happen before every jump even if we were lucky enough to get our wings. In a real jump we would be expected to check each other with our unit leader conducting a final check but for training there were as many as five redundant checks: the rigger who packed your chute and prepared your harness, yourself who checked every inch of your equipment, your donning buddy who did the same examination of every inch, your Sergeant Airborne who checked for proper assembly, positioning and snugness, and finally your JumpMaster who did a visual and final adjustment if necessary. Soon enough we were grouped with the three other sticks that would board our bird, but before we were directed to board we were given more instruction as we stood on the tarmac. It was 0630, and the sun wouldn’t rise for another hour and a half. Our combat jump required that we knew the proper time and process of releasing our packs and weapons from our harness so that it would hang from straps a few feet below us on our landing. In the last few seconds of our fall we’d have to pull a cord to release our rucks when we were approximately 30 feet from touching down. This was a review of material we’d been instructed on during one of the many classes we’d had during the course. Our Sergeant Airborne described our jump today. “You will board the aircraft from the rear, and you will be directed where to sit by your flight crew. You will remain seated until your Jumpmaster gives you the order to stand, at which time you will stand up. You will not adjust or touch your equipment in any way during your ride, whether you are seated or standing. You will remain silent during your ride. After being given the command to stand, the soldier behind you will release your clip line and pass it to your hand. On the C17 you will jump from both sides of the aircraft and each side will have two rows of seats. Once you are on your feet, you will integrate into a single line before you clip into the static line above your head after being given the command by your Jumpmaster. You will clip in immediately behind the soldier in front of you. You will wait until that soldier ahead of you has placed his clip on the static line. This is so your lines do not become crossed. At your Jumpmaster’s command you will shuffle forward until your Jumpmaster tells you to stop. You will wait for your Jumpmaster’s touch before moving towards the door. The green light/red light indicator is there for your Jumpmaster’s use, you are not to pay attention or look at the indicator, you are to keep your attention on your Jumpmaster ONLY.” The red/green indicator was a light that the pilot used to signal the Jumpmaster at the exit door that the aircraft was over the drop zone (green) or not (red). Every move was choreographed precisely. This far along in the course everyone knew the drill, which was that all movements happened with exact timing and only at the direction of the Jumpmaster. After yesterday’s jump there were far less nerves due to facing the unexpected. And with the added combat gear it was extremely unlikely that we’d clip in anywhere but exactly where we needed to. After all, we’d be somewhere between two and three feet behind the soldier in front of us due to the parachute on his back and our rucks hanging in front of our legs. Nothing was left to chance. Chance was just another word for a soldier coming back in a flag draped casket. And training accidents happened all the time, you didn’t even need to be in combat. In the Infantry, you learned early on that every instruction you were given was meant to keep you alive in some way, from how you held your weapon, to how you tied your boots and what you carried in your pockets. Maybe that could be Chapter 2 of the HOLES manual: Holes In Your Body and How to Avoid Them. We stood in formation for a good hour or so with nothing to do. We couldn’t even review our jump manuals because we weren’t permitted to take equipment out of our uniform while we were in harness (Jump Manual lived in your left breast pocket during the entire course). The sun wasn’t up yet and even if we could look over our Jump Manual we’d need our flashlight which was tucked in a side pocket of our rucks. No, while the flight crew took their lazy sweet time doing their pre-flight check of everything from wheels to engines we just stood there on the tarmac at parade rest. That wasn’t bad, though. Everyone, including the Air Force randoms, was used to long periods of parade rest. Don’t lock your knees and you were fine. In case you didn’t know, locking your knees while standing for an extended period of time was a guaranteed way to pass out. Something about blood pressure and the collection of blood in your legs. Fuck, just ask Bootlicker, he can explain why. I just knew (from experience, which any Sarge would say was ‘the only way’) you didn’t lock your knees. I kinda figured this was a test. The Sergeants Airborne didn’t HAVE to keep us at parade rest for over an hour, they could have given the command to squat or released us to sit. I had the suspicion like everything else in the BAC, this was a test of our determination. And because of the inactivity, for the fifth time since the midnight murder mission (yeah, I was counting) the sequence of events that led up to Barnell and Delnick’s death played out in my head. Potter was right. The moment comes back again and again. Even though I had squared it all away as a necessary and only course of action it didn’t stop me from reliving it. It helped to remind myself that everything that occurred was still a light sentence in comparison to what they’d done to Weeble. And part of the issue I was having was that in spite of the brutality of it all I found it to be not as cathartic as my animal brain wanted it to be. It lacked something that still left me with a need for more. I thought it was strange that somehow I wanted the whole ordeal to be more vicious and brutal. That wasn’t like me. While I didn’t shy away from violence I was perfectly fine using it in appropriate amounts in the right situations. But this? It went beyond rational and was visceral. No amount of brain soothed the angry storm of primitive emotional fury. It was new territory for me, this inability to reconcile deeper feelings with reality. Again I had to consider if pulling the trigger myself to deliver the killing shots would make me feel better about it. Or would it just cause me to delve deeper into a soul-searching effort to find that elusive feeling of righteous justice. It was possible that no sense of closure existed when you killed another human being, that only in the most extreme cases would killing your enemy result in relief. Well that absolutely sucked. Everything we were taught, every movie we watched growing up, every story of vengeance and retribution provided a sense of elation when the evil villain got what they deserved. So why wasn’t that true in reality? Why did it feel like something was still hanging there unfinished? Holy fuck. Relief. That was what I was searching for. Thinking of it as an act of finality was wrong. It was final for them, not for me. Behind that thought was the knowledge that partially I was worried about being caught. The news was all over the base that two soldiers had been found shot. The rumor mill didn’t have many details and there was no hint that the deaths were suspected to be a murder-suicide between homosexual lovers like Potter had set it up to look. And it didn’t help that Potter and Battles continued on as if nothing happened. Maybe that was the example I needed. Maybe they knew there was no resolution to it and so dwelling on it, examining it, reliving it again and again was futile because there could never be a return to the mindset that existed before you killed. You didn’t LET it live inside you, it lived there regardless. I felt that tingle spread out from my spine to my entire body. I could choose. I could choose whether to make it a part of myself or leave it forgotten in a corner all by itself. I could choose to make it matter, or I could choose to ignore it. It wasn’t going away so how I looked at it made a difference. And suddenly another wave of epiphany flooded my nervous system - I’d crossed a threshold and participating in the murder was a useful skill I might need in the future, at which time it would be so much easier. Oh, not that I was in any way some violent criminal who would resort to murder to solve a problem. But at some point in my career in the Army I would need to kill, I would be ordered to kill. There would be no doubts when that situation manifested. I knew I wouldn’t hesitate or think twice. In case you took all this introspection to think I was cold, emotionless and without regret about what I did, you should flush that thought down the toilet with the rest of the turds floating around in your brain. Hanging above all of these thoughts and attempt to sift through what I’d done was the primary thought that I really wished it wasn’t necessary. I wished Victor never had to go through what he did. I wished those two fucking animals had never entered our world. This was supposed to be an exciting time in our young lives, we were supposed to be gaining skills to become the kind of badass soldiers the Army loved. And it was all so unnecessary, none of it had to happen. If it was true that Delnick and Barnell had done this before, the Army should have done its fucking job and put those fuckers away. But I knew how easily that didn’t happen. I didn’t have to be Bootlicker or Cellblock to figure out even if Victor came forward and accused them it was highly unlikely the two MP’s would even be arrested. That was the downside to rank and position in the military. If you were an inferior accusing a superior of ANYTHING, even the smallest bullshit, the superior was given every benefit of the doubt, even protected from accusations by ‘unofficial investigations’ which meant careful steps were taken to keep everything off the books and quiet so that empty accusations wouldn’t ruin someone’s career. The Army threw away Privates as easily as the empty brass shells on the firing range. So yeah, I wished none of it had happened. But it did. And Victor and the rest of the Bravos deserved my loyalty and devotion. If that meant I had to put two feral dogs down because the Army wouldn’t, my brothers deserved no less. And I knew every single one of them would have chosen the same path if they were given the choice. Participating in the killing had left a discord behind, a friction in my soul, but it was a condition I would gladly bear for my brothers. I was at a crossroads, and before I could move forward it felt like my mind was asking for something, like it waited for some event to occur. I suppose that was why I had gone over this five times in the last 36 hours. I was stuck in a pattern looking for resolution. But was resolution possible or would I have to just move forward leaving it unresolved behind me? Ugh. I was an itch I couldn’t scratch. I might have to box it up and shove it in a closet in my mind. ***************** FT. BENNING COMMAND 0800 “I’ve got ten minutes. Tell me what you have, Captain.” Colonel Baker, the Ft. Benning Garrison Commander ordered Captain Taylor of the CID as they walked into the Colonel’s office. “Shut the door, please.” He said as he sat behind his desk and placed his elbows on his desk while he leaned forward. Most crimes that happened on an Army Post weren’t of a level that required the Army Criminal Investigation Division to stick their nose in. Assaults or physical altercations, petty theft, AWOL soldiers, property crimes, motor vehicle violations, unauthorized personnel, every small incident you could think of…that was the MP’s job. The mysterious deaths of two military police, at midnight, in a restricted area checked off almost all the boxes for CID involvement so Colonel Baker had no choice but to call them in. And that put his Garrison MP’s in a REALLY bad mood. Although Sergeants Delnick and Barnell weren’t particularly well liked, they weren’t exactly hated either. So the MP’s wanted to be involved. But the MP’s didn’t have the investigation expertise and definitely didn’t have the well-oiled processes and experienced personnel that were necessary. MP’s didn’t have a ballistics lab. MP’s didn’t do DNA, or have a medical examiner. Colonel Baker didn’t give the Captain permission to sit, so Taylor got right to it. “Pretty straight forward, Colonel. Everything seems to point to an illicit affair that turned bad between the two victims. Interviews with soldiers that worked with them or knew them socially indicate Sergeants Delnick and Barnell frequently socialized together off duty. There were over twenty instances in the last two years when one was out of contact during duty hours and the other whether on duty or off also had unknown whereabouts. Our investigation found nothing unusual in their quarters, lockers or personal vehicles.” Captain Taylor took a breath. “The crime scene indicates the two met there shortly after Sergeant Barnell went off duty at 2300 hours. We are pretty sure they arrived together in the same vehicle. The equipment shed was broken into at some time in the past, we found evidence that the latch had been pried off the wood then repaired. Maintenance reports that this is a normal occurrence at almost all depots and sheds on Post. This is confirmed with the damage reports filed. This particular shed has been damaged seven times in the last two years. On two occasions the damage reports have mentioned missing equipment or materials. We have not confirmed that the Sergeants were responsible for this, but I feel it’s likely this was not their first visit to this shed and it’s possible they conducted their activity at others. However, that is speculation and we won’t spend too much time investigating that unless we uncover evidence that the two were involved in theft and that it might contribute to why Delnick killed Barnell then shot himself. At this point we consider additional criminal activity to be unrelated to this instance but we remain open to the possibility. However….” He paused. Colonel Baker raised an eyebrow. “Say it, Captain.” Taylor shrugged. “We found a discrepancy in materials requisitioned and materials used versus on-hand. A large discrepancy in just the few inventories we looked into. The sheds and warehouses should be packed with the amounts we saw. We didn’t go further than that, our focus is on the deaths. But I would recommend the Colonel look into the possibility of a theft ring misappropriating military maintenance equipment.” A scowl descended on the Colonel’s face. “Another headache. Noted. Continue.” “Yes, Sir. The ballistics report has not come back yet, but we are certain Sergeant Barnell’s duty weapon was used. Three rounds were discharged from the weapon, consistent with the two shots to the back of Barnell’s head, and the single shot to Delnick’s temple. Gunpowder residue was found on Delnick’s hand, and the wound is consistent with a self-inflicted small caliber gunshot to the right temple. Prior to death, two events occurred: a physical altercation with evidence of bruising caused by blunt force and abrasions found on the knuckles of both men, and sexual penetration of Barnell’s rectum by Delnick’s penis evidenced by the presence of ejaculate and blood. The initial determination is that the penetration was rough enough to rupture blood vessels. The medical examiner will have a more complete report by Friday. We cannot discount that this may be a case of unwanted attention and rape. We need more details to determine this with any certainty. We found nothing unexpected in the shed or exterior. Only two sets of tracks were found leading into the shed from the vehicle and no indication was found that anyone left the shed. We are certain the two Sergeants were the only ones present.” Colonel Baker leaned back in his chair. “It would be nice if this was all neat and tidy and a case of two problems solving themselves. Keep me apprised of any new information that conflicts with your preliminary findings. How long do you think it will take to close this?” He asked. Captain Taylor shook his head. “That’s uncertain, Sir. We should have ballistics back this week, and the medical report which should eliminate a lot of possibilities and confirm others. We’ve got some background work to do on both Sergeants and are waiting on their previous duty stations to get back to us. The one aspect we can’t find an explanation for is that outwardly these two had no indication of any prior homosexual activity. That’s not necessarily crucial, but it would explain one aspect of this. Today we’re going to go over their service record here at Ft. Benning which might shed some light on this as well.” “Good.” Colonel Baker said. “Thank you for your report, Captain. Get this tied up as fast as you can.” Captain Taylor grinned. “Always do, Colonel. I like solving mysteries, not leaving them unfinished. I’m sure I don’t have to remind the Colonel -” “I know, I know. You don’t work for me. Just keep me informed if there’s something I need to know before your final report. Dismissed.” Taylor omitted his salute before a relaxed turn to open the office door. He knew the Colonel wasn’t a stickler for protocol. As he said often “I’ve got too much to do to endure attentions, salutes and bowing and scraping. Your respect is demonstrated by how little of my time you waste.” And Captain Taylor was not in the habit of wasting time.

Love to have my hungry hole next to another hungry hole

I made a mistake when I converted by not finding men who would stealth me. I love the idea of a man working hard to put his load in me without my consent. Back then I was young enough to let men think I was naive enough to believe them when they said they'd pull out before they came, or they just wanted to feel it bare inside me but they wouldn't fuck me. Or the condom broke. Or tell me they're wearing the condom but go in bare. I'm pretty sure I was stealthed at least once back then. I brought a guy back to my place from the bar and he agreed to wear a condom. But when he pulled out of me after making his deposit, there was no comdom on his cock. He said it must have come off inside of me, but no condom ever came out. I wish now I'd told him that since I already had his load in me he could fuck me again, bare this time.

CHAPTER ONE I cursed silently as I heard the front door open and shut. It’s not that I was ashamed of what was happening, and certainly wasn't that Jessie would disapprove... but the old closet case with his face between my cheeks had jumped out of his skin at the noise, scraping my hole with his short beard. Bubble butts chafe enough, I didn’t need the help from a sandpaper-faced dad imagining his wife walking though the door. "Who is it?” He asked in a stage whisper. “Do you have a roommate? A partner?" I laughed and jiggled my ass in his face. “No, just my roommate. She’s cool, I just didn’t expect her home this early. I’m sorry.” He relaxed a bit. “Oh okay, cool… so like a girl-girl or like you?” The million-dollar question with Jessie. I called her a she, and she looked like one a lot of the time… but she definitely wasn’t trans, she was whoever she wanted to be on any given day. Most days that happened to be a bleach blonde faggy little bottom boy who wore booty shorts and makeup to the club… but that was why we got along. We were the same height and same tiny build, though Jessie had thicker, more girly legs. She was white, I was black, but give her too much time tanning and me too many dark nights smoking and we might have been cousins. Tiny, gay little cousins. “Like me for sure.” I responded, rolling over on my back and pointing at the wall of polaroids next to my bed. “She’s the blonde in half the pictures.” Half the pics on the wall were us at the club dancing and wearing practically nothing. He was into it, you could tell, and that suited me just fine. The more turned on he was the quicker he’d finish in me. I wasn’t big on fucking, if I’m being honest. Put a gun to my head and I’d say I preferred topping, but the closeted white men who supported my business usually wanted to top, and the ones who wanted to bottom weren’t my type. On any given day I’d rather put the TV on, light up my pipe, and just lose as many hours as I can. I liked company and liked touching, but sex just wasn’t the way I liked to get high. Jessie was good for that. She didn’t smoke tina with me very often but would do an edible and stay with me, watching old reruns of Top Model and complaining how much better it was than RuPaul, or making me pose for new pictures to use on my apps. If I’d been inside for too many nights, she’d force me into one of the skimpy outfits she wore on OnlyFans and drag me to the club so we could dance and drink. “Does he do this too,” the man asked. “I’d love a three-way if he’d be interested…” “Sorry, she doesn’t hook. She does cams and OnlyFans.” “That’s a shame,” he whined, “I’d be happy to pay him or pay you if you could make it happen.” That took me by surprise. “You’d pay me…. to have sex with her?” He shrugged, “Money’s going someplace, right? Paid you $200. Give you five if you can get her in here with us.” This was new territory, and I could use the money. Higher rates meant a nicer class of clientele, but fewer. Could I even do it? I thought I probably could, given some proper scheming. Was it wrong? “So?” the man asked. I had been thinking too long. I made a snap judgment and grabbed my phone to show him some pictures from Jessie’s OnlyFans. “She doesn’t hook so if I try to drag her in here for a three-way it will be too obvious. It would have to be sex with her or sex with me.” “Her.” He responded immediately, the scumbag closet case. “Great, $500 and I think I can make it happen.” He paused, grappling with the idea of paying that much for one little twink. In the end the pictures on my phone and the memory of whatever haggard mother of his children was waiting at home for him brought him around to my side of things. “$400.” “Done. Wait here.” As he Venomed me the remainder I pulled a small pouch from my desk drawer and loaded a glass pipe with a new crystal, some of the good stuff. Grabbing my torch and the pipe I went out to see Jessie. The little blonde boy was sitting on her bed in her typically too small panties, playing with her phone. “Hi, Gay! How was your day?” She said, glancing down at my still naked, swinging cock and sticking her tongue out. “I was about to shower, unless you need it.” “My day was fine, but I have a client in with me. I’m so sorry.” “Oh my god, no, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to come back early!” “It’s no biggie at all, he’ll be gone in a few minutes.” I frowned and showed her the pipe. “Hey, do me a favor. Can you try this? I didn’t get it from Amos, and I can’t tell if it’s got a weird taste. I need a second opinion.” She sighed, and I could see her debating. “C’mon, please?” I said, “Just one take, just for my peace of mind.” She grabbed the pipe and lit the bottom of it with the torch, twisting it in her fingers as the crystal melted inside. As smoke filled the chamber she took a deep breath, probably too fast, sucking the white smoke from the burning glass bowl. Her technique wasn’t quite as artistic as mine, but she still exhaled more than I thought she’d gotten. “Tastes fine to me, I think.” She said, handing it back. “That’s because you’re a shitty tweaker,” I snipped. “Here.” Jumping up on the bed I lit the torch again, twirling it in a proper wave while I heated around the bottom. Still heating it, I stuck the tube in her mouth and said, “Breath in SLOWLY, bitch.” She did a fantastic job this time, but I acted like she didn’t. “Oh my god you suck at this, girl, keep breathing in deeper so you get some. Now hold it in, do you see what I mean about the taste?” She shook her head. I groaned, “Ugh, maybe I’m being paranoid since it wasn’t Amos.” Jessie exhaled a truly insane amount of smoke, making her room hazy. As lightweight and inexperienced as she was, she was toast. I rolled the hard way off the bed, using my cock to push her panties into the crack of her bubble butt and making her laugh. “See? Nothing. You need to smoke with me more.” I twisted and pulled from the pipe for a few seconds until it had cooled, then returned to my room and the horny man waiting there....

Hoping some poz tops will want to flood my ass? Anyone interested?

CHAPTER 2 I had never understood young people who won’t fuck old men. If I absolutely had to get fucked, I’d rather be with an experienced adult than a sweaty, closeted college frat boy who’s never heard of lube and hits like a jackrabbit with Tourette’s. Pull up the Myers-Briggs of gay boys who DO sleep with mature men, however, and there are three types of twinks. The first are the twinks who only fuck older men for money but would never hang out with or date them. Obviously an acceptable profession in my book, but a poor, one-dimensional way of looking at the men who were our best and most fulfilling customers. Next are the twinks who want to be hunted by a confident, silver wolf daddy. They want a sleazy, sexy, horny old man to separate them from the herd and bring them to a back alley where they can submit to the cumdump fantasies they dream about at night. They want to be demeaned and used by someone with infinitely more experience than a child like them could ever hope to achieve. Lastly, there are the twinks with low self-esteem and daddy issues. No way to sugar coat it, these are the twinks who had cystic acne in high school and considered themselves worthless, but as puberty waned and their skin turned smooth they discovered hair dye, liquor, and bars full of old men just waiting to give them the unconditional love and appreciation that no parent or classmate ever did. Jessie did fuck older men on the right day, and she was the poster child for type three. I returned to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. My new friend was sitting on my bed stroking his hard cock to a picture he had pulled off the wall. I went to lie down next to him. The picture was one of my favorites of us posing in tight, tiny catholic school jumpers I had stolen from my sisters. In a fit of blind insanity last year we had found a creepy trucker to bring us to the Pride festival in Chicago, and had worn the tiny skirts at the parade. It was good memory, and it made me feel a little bad about what I was doing. I pushed it aside. “He good? How are we doing this?” I heard the shower thud on outside and pushed my doubts out of my head. “When she gets out of the shower, she’ll be ready to go. Now stop calling her ‘he’ and maybe you’ll actually get to fuck her.” I explained Jessie’s special brand of low self-esteem and dysphoria until we heard the shower turn off. **** Jessie opened the bathroom door, still dripping a bit. Thanks to the tina her shower had taken a longer than usual, but she’d made it through eventually despite her increasing horniness and her fuzzy brain not focusing on simple tasks. She’d put a couple fingers in her ass part way through, making the shower take even longer and doing nothing besides making her even more horny. Maybe Cam would fuck her. He didn’t want to very often and never when he was sober, but once in a blue moon she could catch him in a sweet spot between starting to smoke and arriving in Loo Loo Land. She padded down the hallway to her bedroom, toweling off her hair. As she did, Cameron’s door opened and a gentleman no older than 50 stepped out, tucking in a fitted white button up and carrying his jacket, tie, and belt. They both stopped short, and Jessie quickly pulled her towel from her head to cover her small, naked cock. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I was just in the shower.” She expected the man to be awkward at being caught, the way closet cases usually were, but he smiled and started forward again. “Wow, are you the roommate? You’re beautiful…. you look like a princess.” Caught off guard, Jessie giggled and blushed. “Oh wow, thanks so much!” The man circled her. “You have such a beautiful body, I’ve never seen a girl like you before.” As he reached her his hand wrapped around to her bare ass. “Oh my god, and this ass…. Its so round and sexy. You’re so hot, I would do anything to make you my girlfriend…” His hand felt warm, almost hot, as it grabbed a handful of her cheek and squeezed. She felt the horniness rising again as he complimented her and instinctively pushed back into his hand. His other hand wrapped around her to grab her waist and she was pulled to face him, still holding the towel. “That’s all so nice to say, but I was about to go get dressed…” “Oh, I don’t mean to keep you, I can let you go…” The man said, reaching around to squeeze her ass with both hands. “Please, can I just play with it for a second before you go, just for a minute… You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, I would be crazy not to look at you for a second.” He felt so warm and she was getting so horny, Jessie didn’t quite know what to say. Her head was fuzzy and she tingled as he touched her. He was so nice, and she didn’t want to be rude… She smiled and turned around, walking backwards a few feet to the edge of their living room and sticking her ass out as she walked to give him a show. “Oh baby, you’re so beautiful…” The man was following close behind, unbuttoning his pants. He pushed her forward to bend over the back of the couch and she felt him grab her ass and give each side a gentle shake. He groaned softly and dove in with his tongue, pushing past her cheeks to lick her tight hole. The sensation was incredible, her head was swimming and she felt like her entire body was wired to his tongue. He licked her softly at first, then pushed deeper inwards. Her hole, still relaxed from her fingers in the shower, opened for his tongue. She tried to pull back to reality as he pushed a finger inside. “I really should go, but thanks for all the things you said, you’re really nice…” He didn’t stop. “This is the best pussy I’ve ever seen… I can’t believe how tight and pink it is, and this beautiful little clit.” He reached between her legs and began to rub her soft cock as he attacked her ass with a second gentle finger and shook her cheeks more, causing her to moan. Her brain melted again as he stood up, letting his pants fall down and revealing a large, rock hard cock. He rubbed it on her hole as she moaned in pleasure, and her horniness took over entirely as she crawled over the back of the couch and turned around to suck his cock. It was an amazing cock, she decided. How could anyone with a cock like this and such nice things to say be paying for sex, even if Cam was hot. It made no sense. “Ugh baby, you’re so good at this…” The man said, making her blush. She worked even harder as he reached back and squeezed her ass again, reminding her what she really needed. She spread her legs as far as she could while kneeling on the couch, revealing her small, pink asshole and rubbing her small cock on the couch beneath her. He came around the side of the couch and stood behind her, stroking his slick cock as she pushed her ass back towards him. They both moaned as he rubbed his cock on her hole again, then he pushed forward, burying his cock to the hilt and making her cry out. “Yeah, baby, you like that…?” He pulled out and pushed all the way in again, making her moan as her fuzzy brain begged for more. “You love when I fuck your pussy, don’t you?” “Oh god, yeah… fuck my pussy….” She gasped as he began to fuck her harder, slamming his cock into her hole and driving her into the couch. Pinned between her body and the fabric, her own cock tingled. There’s no way Cam wouldn’t have heard them by now… maybe he was smoking more of the tina he had given her and had headphones in... The man behind her grabbed her hips as he drove his hard cock into her, making her moan and cry. She felt his grip tighten and his pace quicken and knew what was coming. With a groan, he released a load of thick cum into Jessie’s hole. His cry of pleasure and the warmth and pressure of being filled with his cum made her own cock begin spilling cum onto the couch beneath her. The man fucked her for a bit longer, releasing more spurts of cum into her and then slowly pulling out. As he pulled his head from her hole, she pushed her butt up to try to keep his cum in her until her hole closed. A slut’s habit. “Good girl.” He said, reaching down and giving her ass one last shake. He pulled his pants up, grabbed his things and left, running to his car like he was worried a satellite would catch him fucking the two little twinks inside the apartment. I snuck out from where I had been hiding in the hallway. Jessie was still spread out on the couch with her head resting on the back of the couch. I could tell her brain was mush from the combinations of drugs and dick she hadn’t been expecting to get. I tiptoed around the edge of the couch to stand behind her and started taking pictures of the load leaking from her asshole. Jessie heard the *click* of the digital shutter and snapped up. “Jesus Christ, Cam, get out of here!” I grinned, “Bitch, I’m not the one fucking random closet cases as they leave the apartment! Now get that ass up, you can post these. Fucking slut.” She groaned and reached back to place her hands on her cheeks, pulling them apart gently. “Oh my god, what is wrong with me? This is because you made me smoke!” I laughed. “Excuse me for not wanting to die of a bad batch, Jessie. Don’t blame me for your slutty choices!” She crawled off the couch and pointed at her cum stain on the fabric. “Fuck me, I got it on the couch.” I pushed her towards the hallway, taking her curse out of context. “You want fucked, go get on Sniffies. I’ll clean this up, then you and I are going to smoke more tonight.” I went to the kitchen and almost laughed out loud thinking about it. I had made $400 bucks and I hadn’t even had to get fucked. Jessie had a blast and nothing bad had happened. I even took pictures for her to put on OnlyFans, so she could make money too. No matter which way I thought about it there was no downside, and I knew I wasn’t even getting started.

Hey Guys. Been lurking in here for awhile. I've lived in nyc for over 10 years now. Originally i'm from the midwest and still come across that way. But i got into barebacking like most when prep came out. The summer before covid i was hitting the gym pretty hard, i was looking strong, lean, furry with a midwest smile. One saturday night in the middle of summer i was horny as fuck and couldn't find decent ass....until i get a message on grindr around 1.30 am, that's usually when i call it a night and jerk off or just crash. The guy is a cute mixed man in his early 30s, he definitely hits the gym but still thick ass and thighs. Reviewing his Grindr profile i thought....looks like this guys got money...partnered with some white dude, plenty of international travel shots. But bottom line it was late and i was either getting ass or going to bed. I told him so but he was in Williamsburgh and uber to my place in 15 minutes. Even in nyc this doesn't happen so often or they just flake. But he arrived in 20 minutes at my door, clearly drunk but keeping it together. My roommate was gone for the weekend. I invite him in give him a deep kiss with tongue. i've got a long tongue and he takes it all in as i rub his back and go down to his ass. It feels perfect, not some strict muscle ass that doesn't move and not just fat. The perfect ammount of gorilla ass with jiggle. We immediately go in my room and get my cock in his mouth. He's got a jock on and arches his ass into the air while he sucks. I love a bottom with an arched back....that should be the standard 'assume the position' position....it's so hungry and ready for dick. I love a bottom desperate for cock. I flip him around and start eating his ass. I love eating out a hot hole, prefer smooth and love to eat it like a pussy. Long tongue strokes from the balls to perineum through the crack, sliding into that pussy hole then out and up the crack further. I getting deeper sliding in. I love the taste of a good healthy ass, his was sweet, little musky and the texture smooth. I use my tongue and push on the outside of his pussy hole. I do this because i'm sure it feels good but also i like to guage how ready for cock an ass is. If i push hard around the hole while my tongue is deep inside and it doesn't expand or move easily i know i need to eat this hole out until it becomes soft and open like a real pussy. With this guy i'm eating him out and loving it....but my tongue is telling me the pussy on this mixed, rich little slut is beyond ready for cock. I've hated lube for years so when a bottoms ass opens up and gets when on it's own and my spit and salive are enough i lose it. From all fours from eating him i slide in slowly and it's so warm, velvety and wet.That for me is the sign of a true animal attraction and hungry ass that wants my cock....needs it really when it's the moist and receptive to my cock. I'm over 8 inches by the way...not a monster cock but you'll it for sure....it's got a nice bend in it too. Love to ride an ass like this while i place my hip and weight on the back of his legs and ass and rock my rock inside of him. I like this position for a pussy boy, man bitch, whatever you want to call them....they can't move much....can't touch their cocks, they just get ridden like an animal for my use. He's lovin it though, his moans were telling me plenty but his pussy was also taking my cock so well. I know it's no bbc butThat pefect balance of wetness with that pussy grip milking my cock while i massage his insides 8 inches deep. No one's home so i don't care how loud he gets. In between moans i hear him mumble "I have 3 loads in me right now". I had never (knowlingly) fucked a guy with one load in his ass let alone 3. I was a little freaked out to be honest but wasn't sure what to do. I was halfway into dicking him down. I didn't notice anyting but his ass did feel amazing with no lube in it. I asked him what he said and responded more clearly "i got fucked by 3 different guys tonight and got their loads in me". That was clear. I was pretty stoned, horny and dick deep in this guy's ass so i decided quickly just to go with it. I wasn't taking my dick out at this point. We fucked multiple positions and i loved it all. On his back i was fucking him and he pulled his legs up so his ankles almost hit his chin putting his whole cunt on display. I love when bottoms do this shit. I know i said i loved an arched back but when you're getting ready to really beat that pussy down this is my fave especially since you can look the guy straight in his eyes. My cock was rock hard....and he knew telling me about those loads turned me way on and not off. If a slut ever wants reassurance a rock hard throbbing cock will always do that. Just observational fact. I finally cum inside him and he sucks it all inside him. He was happy but also really out of it. I thought he might be on something he was so slow to respond but he said he was just really drunk. We went into the living room and turned on the tv while he was picking his clothes off the floor and getting dressed. He was definitely fucked up and i wasn't sure if he was lying about being on anyting else. He asked if he could just chill for a bit before getting an uber and sat on the floor. i gave him a pillow and he layed their for a bit while i watched something. I kept glancing back at him splayed on the ground and my cock started to twitch. I thought of pulling his pants down and sliding back in while he seemed out of it. And even fantasized about have a top buddy or two come over while he was laying on the floor. But i gave him the time to get it together and left. I regret not fucking him on the floor. The guy was and is such a whore and his husband is cool with it often loading him then sending him out for more cock. Ever since this experience i've been wanted to fuck more cumdumps. I've fucked alot in nyc and so far the cumdumps ass is the best feeling handsdown. I've only been getting 1 loaded guys otherwhise working alot. My biggest fantasy right now is for a guy to not tell me he has loads in him, come over make conversation and when fucking or even eating the loads are incredibly obvious. And even weirder i want them to lie about it...say it's not many at all....or they don't know how that happened. I'm wondering how many of you cumdumps lie about having loads in you? and if so what's the tops reaction when they realize you're full of cum? It was smart of that guy not to tell me on Grinder he ass loaded up heavily. I wouldn't have fucked him at that time. But telling me halfway through was so hot. I want more of these kinds of whores. The pic is from a different fuck session not this *alleged* story.

Fuck, i love this.. more str8 boys need "converted" 😈

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

Thank you all for reading the introduction so far. Your encouragement is greatly appreciated, and I hope this is a story that you follow! This next chapter features some more exposition before getting into the sex, but I hope you find it worthwhile. I'm planning on posting once or twice a week for a few months to tell this story – your reactions, ideas, notes, and critiques are welcome! Chapter One: My First Date The concert couldn’t come fast enough. I practically lived in the recital hall between rehearsals with the orchestra and personal practice I was doing, I felt I could do little but eat, sleep, and breathe music. I won’t bore you with a long description of a long concert, but at the end I felt flushed with pride in our performance and emotionally and physically exhausted. We stood to take our bow and received rapturous applause. I thought I could just make out Blake’s face in the back of the balcony, but the glare of the stage lights made me unsure. After climbing down from the organ loft and running through the dressing room to grab my coat and bags, I walked out to the lobby where I saw Blake’s back through the crowd. I swear the man was wearing a Tom Ford suit, it looked so perfectly crafted for him. He was scanning the crowd looking for me, and when he turned I saw his eyes light up, then I saw the flowers he was holding in his hand. I felt myself trotting over to him and blushing as he presented me the bouquet of roses and lilies. “I got these for you,” he said, putting his arm around my back. I blushed deeply and blurted out, “you know, lilies represent death.” What the actual fuck. I am such an unfortunate nerd. I felt Blake’s back stiffen next to me. I hurriedly said, “I’m sorry, I love the flowers. I’m just not very coherent after a concert.” He still looked like he felt some shame, so I leaned into him and whispered in his ear, “honestly, I’m making a total ass of myself. I only have two talents: music and being able to say the exact wrong thing in any situation.” I could feel his cheeks move into a grin as I took a long, soft inhale through my nose. God this boy is perfect. “You must be hungry,” he said grabbing my wrist like he did the night we met. “We should find some food.” I knew that a lot of the orchestra members were going to a catered dinner that night at a nearby ballroom, but I wanted something more intimate. “How do you feel about breakfast for supper?” “Sounds good to me,” Blake said, “lead on.” I pulled him through the crowd and down to my car. “Hop in. We can pick up your car later tonight.” He got into my beat up Camry and buckled his seat belt. We drove out to an old greasy spoon diner a couple of miles from the concert hall. It was awkward between us — he clearly didn’t want to mess anything up. Walking into the diner, there was just one man nursing his cup of coffee in the corner with a waitress and cook behind the bar. Soft country music played from a juke box in the corner and the place smelled of bacon, waffles, and grease; the smells only pleasant in a diner. We grabbed a booth and ordered. I couldn’t even tell you what I ate that night, all I know is that my exhaustion melted away. Blake’s eyes sparkled at me the whole time, we made easy conversation and smiled at each other — I couldn’t help it. We had finished our meal a half hour previously and I didn’t even realize that we had begun to rub our feet and ankles together under the table. At one point I bolted upright and exclaimed, “sorry, I have to run to the bathroom really quickly, I will be right back.” (Drinking four glasses of water will do that to a man.) When I came back to the table, Blake was gathering my coat and scarf. “I’ve taken care of the check, shall we head out?” What a fucking gentleman. I’ll admit, I was totally smitten. The car ride back to the recital hall was almost silent. Energy crackled between us, keeping the hair on the back of my neck sticking straight up. We got to his car when he turned to me and asked, “do you have a key to get into the hall after hours?” I fished around in my wallet and pulled out a pass card. “Sure, did you leave something behind?” “No, I’d just love for you to show me the organ.” “Well, if you wanted to see my organ all you needed to do was ask,” I laughed. He blushed that time and I popped open the car door. “Come on! I’d be happy to show you!” We scampered inside the hall and I brought him through the dressing room hallway into the auditorium. The organ loft has a great view of the stage below and the audience seats. I was just turning the organ on when I felt him right behind me, bumping into my butt. Turning around, his entire body was so close I could have licked his shirt. I stared him straight in the eye and leaned in. Kissing Blake was like nothing else I had ever experienced. It was like hot and cold at the same time, like the air was gone from the room and the only thing that would save me was the connection of our tongues in each other’s mouths. I felt his hand come up and rub my head through my hair. I could barely stand, my entire body committing to being a part of him. We broke apart to breathe for a moment. The gentle twinkle was gone from his eyes and all I saw was an intense hunger. “Look at me,” Blake said in a commanding whisper. As I was staring into his eyes, I felt his hand cup the front of my pants and run between my legs. I moaned gently and bit my lip. This just made him move against me more. I could feel the definition of his abs and pecs through our suits. I reached up a hand and grabbed for a button. Miracle of miracles, he wasn’t wearing an undershirt. I made quick work ripping his shirt open and feeling his abs. The way they moved under his skin as he breathed, still rubbing my crotch and taint through my clothes. A thin film of sweat was lubricating my hand as I explored his chest. I broke eye contact to give his neck a little lick, up to his jaw bone. Now was his turn to moan, and I could feel the vibrations travel through my tongue. How had I gone from never kissing a boy to having this hot foreplay? He removed his hand from my crotch and grabbed my face. Looking straight into my eyes he asked, “do you want this?” I moaned an affirmative response. “If you want this, you need to know that it will change your life forever. Are you sure?” In my defense, I was a total newbie at this whole physical experience thing, but I couldn’t think of any reason to say no. Least of all did I want him to know this would be my first fuck. “Just take me.” And take me he did. In what seemed like one motion he whipped off my jacket, opened my shirt, and undid my belt. He began to kiss me deeply as he opened the fly to my pants, reaching into the damp warmth of my crotch to pull at my Calvin Klein briefs. My brain was fogged with lust and I just moaned into his throat. Blake wasn’t long on ceremony, though, as he was soon inhaling deeply from my underwear and giving me playful nibbles along the waist band. I kept running my fingers through his hair until he suddenly yanked my underwear down. My cock smacked my abs and instantly started drooling precum. I’m not particularly gifted in the cock department, but I have a respectable 7” dick with a slight upward curve at the end. My foreskin is intact but largely peeled back in my excitement. I keep my pubes trimmed and out of the way and don’t have any other body hair to speak of. I’m definitely the archetype twink. Blake growled and attacked my dick with his mouth. My eyes rolled and my head lolled back as I could barely contain the sensations I was feeling. I was leaned back against the side of the organ case, with a gorgeous man diligently sucking my dick, while I could barely breathe. Blake suddenly stopped and looked up. He looked like an animal — hair and eyes wild with lust, his shirt half off his back, and an obscenely large bulge occupying the front of his suit pants. “Turn around.” The command came as a bit of a surprise, and I turned my back to him. He slowly spread my cheeks and massaged my ass. I could hear him mumbling something behind me, but I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. I suddenly gasped as his tongue started at my taint and swiped over my hole. “Oh my god that felt fucking good!” Blake seemed to purr with delight. He continued to push into my ass with his tongue. Every moment of this night was better than the last. Just a few hours ago I was standing right here taking a bow after a performance. “Are you ready?” Blake’s question woke me out of my bliss. “Take me over, Blake.” I half moaned, half cried. Before I could take a breath, his cock head pierced my hole for the first time. My body immediately reacted to the foreign intrusion. I convulsed as my hole tried to close around the cock head probing my hole. Blake roughly grabbed my shoulder for leverage and with a growl rammed in again. I felt tears start rolling down my face as my body began to give in to the assault. I was in so much pain and was so happy. Blake kept hammering into my hole and I felt the tip of his cock getting deeper and deeper. How big was he? I still hadn’t felt his pubes brush my (until now) virgin ass. Blake began to pull out with longer strokes and shove his cock in until he broke through a second spot of resistance and slid home. I was gurgling incoherently as his dick filled me with so many feelings. I felt full, like I had to pee, like I was being split in two, like my body didn’t know what to do with itself — and I loved it! The pain slowly ebbed and the glories of a dick pushing past the prostate in long, deep strokes took over. I was sweating, panting, totally consumed by the feelings Blake was giving me. He kept muttering to himself and dicking me down. My body convulsed and I looked down to see that I had sprayed the side of the organ with my own cum. Fuck! I didn’t even touch my dick! The convulsion seemed to stir the beast pounding my hole because he started to seriously hammer my hole. I cried out in surprise and his hand left my shoulder and closed around my throat. I could feel Blake shift his weight behind me and lean up to my ear, “Paul, you fucking gorgeous man. You will live with this night for the rest of your life. You gave yourself to me, and now I am going to give myself to you. You WILL be mine.” I was struggling to breathe and began to slip out of consciousness. The last things I heard before the darkness of unconsciousness gripped me was Blake moaning, “take my seed, I am a part of you forever,” as somewhere deep inside my core I could feel a dick pulsing inside me. When I finally came to, I was sprawled out in the organ loft of the performance hall, my clothes wrinkled and discarded in every direction, my underwear around my ankles still in my shoes. I thought to myself, “well, I guess you found out that you are the kind of guy who gets fucked on the first date.” I chuckled as I tried to sit up. My ass was on fire. I reached down and felt around my hole. I massaged my hole trying to cool it down. When I brought my hand back up to my face, I saw that it was covered in dark pink juices. Feeling uncontrollably horny, I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted the sweet mixture of Blake and myself mixed together. The true essence of a man. His musk, his spunk, his most intimate gift. I was flying. My first date, my first kiss, and my first fuck all in one night, after the triumph of an amazing concert. The concert. Fuck! I quickly collected my clothes and tried to brush out the wrinkles. Dashing to the bathroom, I picked up some paper towels and went back to wipe the cum off the organ. Jesus, there was so much cum. Trying not to look like I just woke up after passing out during a fuck, I collected what little dignity I had left and walked back to my car. It was only when I was hanging my clothes up to take to the dry cleaners (who knew how difficult it was to get ass juice out of a wool suit) when I noticed a neatly folded piece of paper in my inside jacket pocket. I pulled it out and unfolded the note Blake must have slipped in my jacket as he left. The note was beautifully written in an old-fashioned cursive: ‘Paul, thank you for an amazing night. I hope you weren’t scared or permanently hurt. I have never felt so sure that something was right as when I was inside of you. If you could, please call me so we can talk this week. Hope to see you soon. - Blake’ I fell into bed, still reeking of sex, still feeling like every nerve ending in my body was on fire. A beautiful man wanted me. A beautiful man took me. And now, this beautiful man wants to see me again. I’d wash the sheets and take a long shower tomorrow, but for tonight I fell asleep gently massaging my tender ass and moaning his name. “Blake, I’m cumming for you.”

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

busy bathhouses, on busy nights at busy times is the solution. and be willing to be patient. sometimes nobody is fucking for 30-40 minutes but then I get a run on my ass with 5-10 loads in a row, back to back. Plus there are certain times when guys are just looking to blow their load before they leave. thats when I like to be that super easy fuck, just waiting there with a cumlubed hole that they can just slide into, fuck, breed, and leave. it also helps to put up ads and message guys telling them when you will be there taking loads. I also find I get more loads dumped in me when I'm blindfolded, like some guys don't even want the cumdump to know they fuck trashy cumdumps like me. also helps if you have a hype man there getting guys to fuck you, or go around the bathhouse gathering tops to bring to you. some guys love it more when they know my boyfriend or my uncle is standing right there watching them fuck me. and just be a fucking whore. beg for loads, tell guys you're trash and let men strangle you and spit in your face and ALWAYS thank men for cumming inside you

Break them all the time.

I don’t watch much porn but for me it’s a turn off if the bottom is not enjoying getting a hard pounding. I have been bred by cutlerx and he does like to see his boys uncomfortable. Unfortunately I had to pretend a bit to make him happy. I enjoy getting my pussy beat up.

Anytime. How about now!?

nice to se there that many pervy hot guys enjoying it a bit rough & sadistic. My guess is not many bottoms have fun while being fucked on stage.That's the difference in between real life & filming. No idea who he is talking about but I agree with Cali@2012. Fisting is nothing comparing to having your hole fucked the whole day. Not only because of time but because bot do not choose when he gets fucked nor how long it lasts,position etc... This was for the non hot technical part. The pervy hot part is fuck the bitch more & more making sure tops have XXL dicks. Intergenerational black hotness is very recommended. Especially on young tight twinky holes. This being said, such is not bdsm nor the way a relation in between a Master & a sub is mend to be. Pervy hot script you described & enjoy is more like forcing/ rope videos. Role play obviously but you might enjoy the pervy atmosphere & fucking

For me, it's always been more about the man than his cock. Contrary to the old myth, not all black men are hung like Trigger, I've been with black men who have average sized cocks, but any man who knows how to use what he's got can be an amazing fuck. That said, the sweetest asses I've eaten have all been black men.