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I had been on PrEP for several months but decided to stop because I wasn't planning on having sex, but one day I was horny and stopped at the local ABS. Started by only sucking cock but eventually I got fucked a few times and took 4 loads by the time I left. It was on a Friday at 4pm when I knew I poz, but instead of feeling shocked, I was very horny. I decided to drive 2 hours to the closet big city with decent gay saunas, but before leaving I stopped at the same ABS to try my luck again. I was there for an hour and a half and was bred twice. Most guys wanted oral so I swallowed a few loads. With my hole loaded with two loads and still savouring those other loads I swallowed, I drove the two hours feeling very horny knowing that I had two loads in my hole. By the time I went into the sauna it was 8pm and the place was pretty crowed. As I looked for my room I saw a lot of guys with their doors open, some nice asses. I've been a bottom all my sex life but now, with the news that I'm newly poz and very detectable, I'm feeling the urge to fuck a hole and cream it with my toxic load. I wanted to fuck several holes and then carefully choose the hole where I was going to deposit my load. I wanted a young negative hole and to get one I played the top guy who always plays safe. There were two asses that interested me as I walked by their rooms, both with nice buttocks. I had taken a Viagra so I was hard as a rock. As soon as I walked into the first guy's room he asked me to close the door and immediately wanted me to fuck him bareback. I thought he was wither already poz or on PrEP, so I walked out the room. I found another nice ass, mid 20's who invited me into his room. When he tried to suck my cock, I stopped him and told him that I was always concerned about STDs to give him the idea that I was pretty safe. He told that he only sucked without a condom by always fucked safe. He was thinking of going on PrEP but that haven't yet. We started kissing and both of us getting really horny. As we rolled in bed my hard-on touched his hole and I noticed he liked it. I started to rim his hole and that made both even hornier. I told him that I would like to feel my cock in his moist hole but that I wouldn't cum but I when I started to fuck him I went over the edge and without saying a word, completely silent, I emptied my balls deep inside, grabbed my towel and keys and left. I went to my room, and took a long break before I was rested to be a cumhole myself at around midnight.

Hey gents. I spent an amazing night with this guy. Bad news and good news. Bad news first- I didn’t get to breed him. I was able to open him up well enough to take my cock for about 15 minutes or so, but he is still pretty tight. After about 15 minutes of fucking, his hole was done. The poppers did help. The good news. We had an insanely intense, passionate, connected session that lasted for a long time. And this was his first raw cock. Watching his eyes roll in the back of his head when I thrust in him was magic. I just wasn’t able to get to the rhythm I needed to cum because it was too much for him. So we’re going to work on getting his hole open enough to take a good fucking. When he tapped out from fucking, he asked if I wanted to jerk my cock and put it in right as I was about to cum. He really wanted my load. I told him under normal circumstances I would be down for that but for his first time being bred, he should have the glory of the full experience: an intense fucking in which I can collapse into him balls deep and unload. He agreed that he should have that experience. So we’re giving it another shot next week on Monday. But my God- this guy and I have insane sexual chemistry. We just need to get his hole up to the endurance level it needs to be at to take my cock and get a proper breeding. Looking forward to it!

My most recent hookup buddy and I got together the other night, and I only just started actually bottoming for him. I would previously just stick to teasing my hole on his cock, but we never really went full on fucking until the last few times. Now since we’ve started actually fucking, I’ve been trying to get him to breed my ass. The previous time he fucked my ass for a good while, but had never (to my knowledge) actually came in me. This time I was determined for him to cum inside me, and we really got into a good rhythm. After a couple positions, I ended up pinned underneath him, with him pumping his cock in and out my ass. We don’t use any lube, so it was just our spit and his cock sliding in and out my hole. At some point he said he would be cumming soon, and asked where I wanted it. I told him I wanted his load in my ass, but he seemed unsure and wouldn’t tell me he was going to drop his load in me. He just kept fucking me, and at some point started winding down. When his cock came out my hole it was pretty slippery and wet, but I had just assumed it had been because of the spit. I asked him if he came in me, and he had only said he did “a little bit.” It wasn’t til a little bit later (when cum kept leaking out of my hole) that he admitted he had actually came in me two separate times while we were fucking, and that he had shot a pretty large load while doing so. He said he didn’t tell me because he wasn’t sure how I’d react, so he just kept quiet about cumming in my hole. This definitely turned me on, and I got to thinking if he was cumming in my hole the past few times and I just never knew. Not sure why he would be nervous about telling me when I told him I wanted his load in my ass, but I’m also turned on by it nonetheless.

Chad’s Collapse into Chaos: Chapter 1 Note: There is a fairly long contextual intro. Jump to the spot with the pictures to get to the action. Chad: 29 5’9” 160lbs, slightly toned, drank and smoked weed occasionally. Has a good job in marketing/communications in sales. Vanilla life, recently heartbroken, and tries drugs and anonymous sex for the first time, while alone after a weekend at a music festival. ----- My life was in shambles. For years I had been with only one guy. We met when I was younger, not even out of the closet. Then again, I felt like I was barely out of the closet now. Still, I spent years with this guy. Our breakup felt sudden. Me? I’m Chad. Grew up in PEI, a relatively simple lower middle class life. Mom was a drunk, Dad left when we were young, but we managed. I grew up fantasizing about guys, but mostly avoiding relationships. As I got older, I went to school for business in a larger city out west and ended up working a few jobs in marketing sales. It was an easy gig. I showed up, acted charming, told the clients what they wanted to hear, and I made enough sales to perform well. In college I met Trevor out at a bar. He was making eyes, I was drunk enough to make eyes back. That lead to a years long relationship were I felt content enough to not dig any deeper. Trev? Clearly he felt different. I caught him cheating. I walked in on him in our apartment on the fringes between suburbs and downtown of the city we lived in. I came home early from work one day when I was feeling a bit off. My mental health sometimes gets the better of me, and this day, I just wasnt feeling it. It was just after lunch when I entered our townhouse. I always entered from the patio doors, as they were usually open, and our back yard was really hidden as the pathway to get to the back ran along the edge of a wall at the end of the townhouses. It emptied out onto a private terrace backed onto a greenway that led up to a highway. It was private. Too private I found out. I was about to walk in when I saw that Trev was blindfolded, leading over counter, while a stranger was jack hammering his ass. Both Trev and the stranger were facing away from me at a diagonal. I could see most of what was happening, but not all of it. I felt sick. Everything swirled and I wasn’t sure what to do. So I stood there. I watched. Trev was acting wild, wilder than he ever did with me. The top was really handsy, grabbing my partner in ways I didn’t know were okay. He slapped him, pulled his hair, and roughly grabbed his neck and choked him. Trev seemed to love it. I felt so conflicted. So shameful. This was nothing like when Trevn and I had sex. I could hear them through the door. The top grunting, Trev groaning, with both of them talking dirty. “You want it?” I could barely pick it out, but I could hear it. “Fuck me daddy, breed me.” I was shocked. Trev was fucking this stranger bare. I couldn’t watch anymore. I started to leave when I heard the top groan. “Fuck yeh, take it. Take my cum!” I nearly tripped over myself getting out of there and heading to my car. I got in, turned it on and drove away slowly. I continued on for a while, finally ending up at a part I used to run at. The entire drive there I was rock hard and leaking. My brain and heart were broken, but my cock and lust were on full blast. Everything swelled. Before I could sense what I was doing, I was rubbing my cock through my pants. I rubbed and rubbed, while I thought about Trev getting fucked raw by a stranger and taking his cum. I fucked him raw, but I was his partner. This was so shocking to me. But it turned me on. I rubbed and suddenly I was cumming through my underwear and pants. I panted, feeling raw, horny, and feral. I also felt confused. As I came to I noticed a car had pulled up next to me and in the driver’s seat a man was sitting there watching me. He winked at me. I felt sick. This entire time the car had been on and in park. I had to go. I left in a hurry, spreading crusher dust and gravel everywhere as I spun out of there. I couldn’t go home, but I didnt know where to go. —-- I drove around for a while before deciding to go to a friend’s. She wasn’t too far away and she was as a friend from home. She took me in, listened to my heartbreak, and told me I could stay as long as I wanted. The same day I broke up with Trev. I did it over the phone, I couldn’t tell him why. I couldn’t even form the words. I just told him I wanted him out of the house and with his things by the end of the week. He didn’t even seem to care, he almost sounded relieved. I knew he was sitting there listening to me while there was cum inside him from another man. Maybe this is what he always wanted. I definitely didn’t want it. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. My friend told me this was “perfect timing”. That she and a few other friends were headed to a music festival in another city for a few days that weekend, and one of her friends couldn’t go anymore so there was an extra vip ticket. I had never been to a music festival and I tried to tell her I just needed to be by myself and recover, but she wasn’t hearing any of it. “Fuck that, you are coming, and we are going to have a great time. You will see!” They had rented an airbnb for 5 days in the downtown core, just a single train ride with a few stops over to the festival. It was hot and I spent most of the weekend drunk and high. I had never partied before, but my friend and company were prepared. They had a party kit with tons of supplies and most of them spent the weekend high on molly. I abstained, only drinking and getting stoned, until the final night of the festival. My friend was persistent. She said it would be a good time and to relax. Fuck it. I dropped some molly. The final night was amazing and surprising. I ended up making eyes at one of the gay guys in the group while dancing at a slow electronic band’s set towards the end of the night. He made eyes back. He took my hand and led me away to an edge, near some hedges, and we made out. We left the festival early and headed to the airbnb where he gave me a deep blowjob that felt like magic. But, just as I came, all I could think about was Trev getting barebacked while wearing a blindfold. I kept picturing myself in the position. Feeling what he felt. I was a top, only having been fingered a few times, including this night while the other guy blew me. I shot deep into his mouth while thinking about getting cock and jizz deep inside my hold. “Holy fuck dude, you shot so much and your ass really clenched onto my finger. You loved it.” Indeed I did, but I also felt a lot of shame. I woke up feeling awful. Friends and company were already packing up. I had driven a few of us here, but most were taking other rides or planes back home to where they lived. I was driving by myself. I had planned on leaving today, but I felt so awful. My friends saw it in my body and face. “Oh Chad, you look rough.” and “Fuck dude, you should sleep it off. We have the airbnb for two more nights. I was going to stay in the city but I can’t cause of work now. It is already paid for. I heard what happened man, you should stay and chill. Go to the spa or something and just relax. Here are the details.” I had already taken two weeks off work because of the breakup, so essentially, I was free. I said yes and as my friends packed up, and headed out. I was in and out of sleep, unsure of myself, feeling awful, and just happy I didnt have to move. Before leaving, my friend came over to say goodbye as I groaned. “Hey Chad, im heading out. This was a great weekend and I am so glad you came and I am even more glad you are staying for a bit. You deserve a break. Get out there, make some friends, meet guys, have fun. I left you some stuff in the kitchen. Have fun!” She leaned over, gave a kiss on the cheek, slapped my ass, and left. I fell asleep. I woke up hours later. The sky was already getting dark, I was starving having not eaten in 30 hours. I was also really horny. I woke up with a raging hard on and instantly thought about the previous nights blowjob and Trevor getting anonymously fucked. My heart started pounding. I rolled out of bed, with my hard on poking through my underwear, catching the corners of things. I had to piss but I was too hard. I walked into the kitchen, thinking about eating, but even though I was hungry, I didnt have the urge to eat. On the table there was a small bag, and a few bottles of rum. She left me quite the surprise. Inside the bag were 2 pills of molly, a few grams of weed and smoking supplies, and a note. “Have fun, be careful, and let loose. You deserve it. Call me if you need anything.” On the back of the note was the instructions for the airbnb. I eyed the weed. It was late, I wasnt going out. So I grabbed the weed, a bottle of rum, and headed to the patio in my underwear. I sat there, thinking about Trevor, the blowjob, and how my life was collapsing around me. I was 28, relatively good looking, had a good job, but I was no single and in the worst kind of possible way. I smoked and took swigs from the bottle as I watched the sunset. I wanted to crawl back into bed, but my hardon kept coming and going. I was getting pretty buzzed. I grabbed my phone, looked at my hard dick leaking through my undies, and downloaded a few hook up apps. I made a quick profile, using this image, with these details: Shynewlysingleguy: 29 years old, toned, 160lbs, vers top I took the pic quickly, setting it up. Why I wanted to show my ass, im not sure. I just kept thinking about how it felt from Trevors perspective. I didnt look at the apps anymore. I decided I needed a shower and as I walked back into the kitchen, I thought about the molly. I really enjoyed last night. I was shocked that I was even having these thoughts, but I was feeling desparate and horny. The “fuck it” mindset was really being pushed along by the weed and the rum. I set down everything, took off my clothes, reached into the bag and grabbed the two pills, and headed for the bathroom. I stopped in front of the mirror, looking at my body. I looked tired, but nice. I was tanned, and the lack of food and water over the weekend had my body looking so tight. I stared at myself and my cock, cut and pointing up towards my stomach. It was 7inches and average. I was afraid to touch it, feeling like I could cum at any moment. I threw the pills in my mouth, looked at myself directly in the eye, and swallowed. I jumped in the shower and gave myself a deep clean, avoiding touching my cock, but scrubbing everywhere sensually. It felt great. I had felt stoned and a bit drunk and I knew the molly would kick in fast with nothing in my body to stop it. I layed down in the shower letting the water fall on my body. It felt amazing. I laid there touching my body and making my way down to my ass. I lifted my legs and rubbed my hole while thinking of Trevor getting railed. Using soap, I fingered myself and lost track of time. My dick was bouncing and leaking. I could tell I was going to be very high soon so I stopped immediately. No more thinking, no more wishing. I needed to get fucked. I dried off and grabbed the my phone, rum, weed, and a bottle of water and headed to the bedroom, stopped, and turned the other direction. In the basement there was another bedroom, with a separate entrance. This is where I got the blowjob. Both me and the other guy entered this way and something compelled me to head there. If I was going to hook up, this would be the easiest way to do it. I jumped on the bed, pointing my still damp and naked ass towards the door, and opened Grindr. Right away there were messages. Already it was getting hard to function. I was spinning a bit. The molly was kicking in and I felt incredible. I was horny, my dick was rubbing against the sheets I was on. I wasn’t wearing anything and started to feel a bit insecure, but I felt to fuzzy to get up and move. He replied. Whoa. I was staring at the cock in the picture, thinking about the man behind Trevor, who was pounding his ass. Was this what his cock was like? Thick, hard, big mushroom head. Did it feel good? I needed to know. I couldnt bring myself to get fucked bareback. Not yet. I was wanting it so badly, but I just, the thought of a stranger, with the risks involved. I just couldn’t. He didnt reply back. I sat there refreshing the app, looking at other apps, then I got a notification. I had the volume on and the sound almost knocked me over. I opened the app. His message was there. It was then that I knew I needed to get fucked. I typed in the address. I dont know why I said stuff. Was that deliberate? The message took all I had. I was now fully high. I couldn’t write much more. He responded quickly. Suddenly I felt very vulnerable. I also felt nervous and I was shaking. I took a big swig of rum, then went for the water bottle but in my highness, I knocked it onto the floor. Fuck. I rolled over and half slipped off the bed to try and find the bottle that had rolled under the bed. As I peaked under the bed, my head upside down and swirling, I nearly fainted. But I saw the bottle and could reach it. It had rolled up against some clothing, something that the guy who blew me must of left behind. I grabbed the water and the clothing. As I rolled back up on to the bed, the bottle and clothing dropped onto my face. The bottle hurt, bouncing and rolling off into the pillow. But the clothes lingered on my face. They smelled raunchy but incredible. I laid there sniffing them not sure what they were. I opened my eyes and lifted them up. They were a jock, and they were covered in white dried cum. I almost passed out. I looked at the clock at the bedside table and it read 10:26. Almost ten minutes. I had been sniffing the jockstrap for almost ten minutes. I was rock hard and leaking, I needed release, but the jock was too good to ignore. I kept thinking about Trevor, seeing him in a blindfold ass up and taking it, and I was about to do the same. This jock was covered in someone else's cum, left behind, with the same of the encounter. Now I held it, the jock and the shame. I pulled down the jock strap and put it on. I rolled over, covered some of my upper body with the sheets, buried my head in the pillows, and waited. I heard the door open. … more to come.

I'm fully versatile, but I love fucking outdoors with an audience and have no issue with inviting others to join in. Personally the only limitation I have is that it needs to be fairly deep into a cruising area where the only people who will come across you fucking are those that would enjoy seeing it and might be willing to join in. I love group scenes even more than one on one. I won't do it in place where families or law enforcement might stumble across us. I enjoy being an exhibitionist, but do not fetishize getting caught in a bad way which seems to be a thing for some men.

You can only feel shame if you’re ashamed of what you do! I’m proud to be a slut. The more loads I take the prouder I become!!

I can speak only as a black guy - and a bottom - but, I would think it's not such a big deal for black tops to hook-up with a bottom of a different ethnicity. Black tops tend to be fetishised and objectified by non-black bottoms. I doubt they're complaining about it, though. But, as a black bottom who lives in a painfully white major metropolitan area, I just assume that when I go to the baths that I will find far less action and interest than my non-black fellow bottoms. I'm genuinely surprised when a non-black top approaches me there. Not that I have a preference regarding such matters - but, it's typically the soul brothers (I love saying that 😍) who I attract most. By far the only white guys - just as an example - who look my way are the ones who assume I'm one of those BBC tops they daydream about. I guess the fact that I'm typically dressed in girls knee-high socks and not much else didn't give them any clues as to what my preferred role is. It can be tough seeing white guys (usually tops) going out of their way online to specifically mention they're not into black guys (typically the bottoms). As if they think quickly adding "just a preference" lessens the blow any. You know who you are. I don't mind to play the role of the mindless bottom bimbo for a guy if he's sincerely into me as a person. No, I'm not looking for love. But, it does help if the guy is genuinely interested in me, if only for the duration of a fuck. But, I can be one of the most stuck-up bitches you'll EVER meet if you make it clear or are giving indications that you're decidedly NOT into black guys, specifically. Sometimes I get the feeling that certain white tops would first fuck a dog before a black bottom. I ignore those guys with a vengeance and will NEVER give them the time of day.

I’m a smooth 22 year old twink. I’d always been a safe sex boy but the weather was exceptionally hot – up to 40 – and I was super horny! There is an old guy who lives in my apartment block who I could see from the apps was in the poz tribe. He always hits me up and even though his pics show he has a massive cock – yeh he keeps sending me dic pics – I wasn’t going to meet him because I didn’t want raw and I don’t want poz. Today in the heat I was horny as anything and NEEDING cock in me. I got a boner watching raw porn and started imaging guys shooting their loads into me. I changed my profile to say – “cumslut – door open – taking all loads – dm for address”. Wow I couldn’t believe what I was typing. I lubed my hole up, unlocked the door, leaving it ajar and went to lie on my bed. My phone was already buzzing. I started replying to messages, giving out the photos people were asking for. Suddenly I heard my door squeak as it opened fully and someone walk along the hall. Who could that be? I hadn’t given out my address. Then the old poz dude walked into my bedroom in just his shorts. I already had a semi from messaging the guys but when I turned and saw who it was my cock sprang to full rock solid hardness. I couldn’t believe it – was I about to be pozzed, did I want it? Instinctively I got down on my knees and started sucking. He handed me a bottle of poppers and I sniffed some deep sniffs. The horniness took over and I started to such his cock balls deep greedily. Then he pushed me away gently and gave me the bottle again. I sniffed more. I kissed him and said “the heat has got me, ride me raw, I’m ready to risk that massive poz snake in me raw”. He said “good boy” and began to slide his massive cock into my pre-lubed hole. I told him I was ready to become the dumb twink I always longed to be. My hole felt completely full in a way I had never experienced before. I begged him to breed me and to make he his. He pounded harder saying “sure will boy, my toxins will go in you, making you mine, converting you totally”. After about 10 mins of hard fucking he growled and said “yes lad, pozzing you now, no escaping the poz cum is in you now”. I shot the biggest load ever at that and hugged him. Then he said “gotta go, done my job here” then put his shorts on and walked out.

Billy, or William as he was named on insurance documents, lived in a trailer park down near the railroad tracks. He was a dirty, always ripe pig of a man and a handyman in and around town. His trailer got hit pretty bad in a storm and he was lucky enough to have insurance and I was lucky to be assigned the claim on behalf of his insurance company. I decided to see other losses in his area and drove overnight, staying at a local motel in the town where Billy lived. After getting myself settled I drove out to the trailer park and it was pretty well wrecked, with a couple people picking over their belongings. When I drove up to Billys place, he was standing there kicking around at the wreckage. I walked up to him and introduced myself, and immediately got a big hit of his body odor, chem sweat and overall musk, and my cock got hard. Billy was 60 but looked older. About 5’7 and 120 pounds maybe, lean, grey oily hair n beard, with old faded tats. It was hot, and he was wearing a dirty, sweaty, t-shirt, overalls boots. As I took him all in, I can’t believe how turned on I was. Expressing my sorrow for his loss, i explained the process of getting him back in his home, but Billy didn’t seem to care very much except for the money that he was being paid to live, as it turns out in the local motel where I was staying, and what he was going to get for a new, furnished trailer. I continued to tell him that I needed to take some notes and walk around and look at the debris, to figure out how much we were going to pay him. As we walked around, and picked through the loss I quickly realized that $15,000 would be more than enough to replace all of the worthless junky shit strewn about. I have a practiced eye for loss and when I was looking through the mud and debris I noticed an assortment of broken glass pipes and assorted party goods. I also spotted an overturned dresser drawer with dildos lubes, and the remains of a sling, partially buried under the mud, wood and siding. At first I wasn’t going to mention anything to Billy, but deal with it later in my report as something or other, but he surprise me when he brought it up casually. “guess whatever you’re going to give me will be enough for me to replace my playthings, huh“ “Good that I made sure to grab my stash.“ Sure, I responded startled,” it looks like you have a nice collection of things that’s been damaged or lost.” Billy just smiled at me, where I noticed his shitty dental work, and that he was eating chew. As we walked through the rest of the mess, he spit a great big gob on the pile, I guess as an act of goodby and good riddance. With total perversion on my mind, and billy’s stink in the air, I knew that I was going to turn this into a very good, easy insurance loss, and a personal must have for me. It was hot and steamy outside and I was really sweating a lot, so I suggested to Billy that I was going to go back to the hotel to write up my notes, and maybe I’d see him there, later. he was good with that, and only wanted to know if he could pick through some things for personal belongings. Sure I said and left. A couple hours later I was ready to go out to the waffle house and grab something to eat, and as I was walking out of my room, there was Billy taking things into his room down the way. I walked up to him and immediately got turned on again, and asked him if he had found things that he can salvage. Yeah sure he said, “just bringing in a couple of boxes. I also grabbed a six pack of beer and they’re still cold if you want to have one.” Absolutely I replied and Billy carried the final box into his motel room, and I followed him through the door for what would turn out to be hours of chem-fuled pig sex of unimaginable proportions. There on the floor of his room where two boxes of salvaged dildos, plugs and a salvaged pipe or two, and on the night table was a torch, a new bowl and other works. Billy was absolutely 100% unashamed of the display, and he could care less it seemed. His only concern was that I wasn’t the law, when he said to me, “hey you insurance guys aren’t like police or attorneys or investigators are you?“ “Nah,” I replied, “ feel free to do what you enjoy man. As a matter of fact I like a lot of what you are into,” I found myself saying. “No shit” Billy said, “that’s excellent. I did take a little bit of the insurance money that you paid me to stay here, and I have some fresh party supplies, so let’s go for it.!” That’s exactly what we did. Billy pointed to the small refrigerator and told me to help myself to beer, and he quickly loaded the pipe, torched it and took a huge hit, coughing. “Fuck man that’s so good,“ he wheezed, and said here man let me give you a hit. He got up close to me and me the pipe fired up and I took a deep blast, which quickly resonated throughout my body. I made sure to stand near him and in hell the stench thinking about how absolutely perverted we were going to get. He took the pipe again and took a big hit, and as he was right near me I put my mouth up to his and he shotgunned it into my throat, followed by a stream of chewjuice. “Oh that was good” Billy declared. “ I’ve been hitting it a lot today, but this one was just as good as the last.”. “Are you really into the other thing?” said Billy as he looked over at the box of dirty toys. Grinning I said “getting dirty and filthy with you is what my dreams are made of, pig.” we quickly got naked, savoring the moment, and when Billy suggested that he needed to piss, I told him to do so in the ice bucket…

Hi, my name is Jax, when this all started, I was a cuck who thought he was a stag, I had started inviting other guys over to fuck my girl with them but after the first two I suddenly was excluded from the fun as the third guy tied me up and made me watch. He then wiped his cummy dick all over my face once he pulled off the condom. For the first six months Jane wore condoms, until one of our regulars who loves to tie me up came in her one night. He untied me and made me eat the cum out of her pussy. I hated it when I started but ended up Cumming from the experience as I make Jane cum in the process. It make me shot my load as I jacked off. David the bull patted me on the head and told he knew that was what I was after all along. David would be in town every other week since he traveled, that wee he was over a lot and he bred Jane and would untie me and the process would repeat itself. He would whisper in my ear as I ate him out of her, you love to taste of my manhood, don’t you little fag. This would make me shake my head but never stop eating his cum out of her. Eventually I stopped shaking my head when he would whisper it in my ear. That only encouraged him to tell me what a good little fag I was. One night he kissed my neck while I was eating him out of her, it sent shock waves through me. He could tell I liked it. I was in my jock, and he began to rub my hole, it make me tingle all over, I began to moan into her pussy. He leaned down and said, fag loves his hole played with. Hit me up tomorrow morning, just you. He then got dressed and left. I had his number; I was the one who always set these up. I text him in the morning and he responded straight away. Fag, ready for your real training? I hesitated but answered yes. When I ask you, something answer me faggot! I said yes sir. Good Fag boy, call into work you will not be working today. Clean out, put your jock on, be at this address at 9AM. It was now 7:30, my girl was leaving for work, and I kissed her good by and headed to the shower and cleaned out David the Bull had told me too, I was totally nervous but also excited. Something about it being a secret and [banned word] make me rock hard when I thought about him, and I could almost taste his cum. I called into work and headed toward the address. When I arrived it was a hotel, I text to make sure I was at the right place and he just text back a number. The text read, “room 202, when you enter undress except for your jock, I should not see your dick, get on all fours on the bed and put your blindfold on. I sat in the car and thought that I should turn around. A minute later a text, “Fag, you better be in the room soon or your girlfriend will get this text.” I got out of the car and headed upstairs to the room and the door was ajar, I entered and undressed and got up on the bed and put the blindfold on as instructed. I was so nervous but also excited. The next thing I felt was my jock being pulled to the side and my dick placed in some plastic tube it felt like. Then a snap. My pouch was replaced, and hands spread my ass and began to eat my hole. Fuck, I could not believe David was eating my hole. I began to moan, and my dick started to hurt in this tube. I put my hand to my pouch and felt and it was a fucking cage. He caged my dick. My arm was pulled away and put behind my back and I was pushed to the bed. My chest and face flat, David grabbed my other arm and pulled it back and zip tied it. I said OKAY, that is too much, please let me out. Hands grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me up and a pillow was placed under my check and quickly a ball gag was placed in my mouth as I screamed for help. You stupid faggot a voice said, it was not David. I tried to roll away, but the guy grabbed me and slapped my head. Fucking fag don’t make me tie you up completely. He slapped my ass and told me to spread my legs. I loved my knees, he then said, that a good fag. He dove back in and ate my hole for another ten minutes. Honestly, I fucking loved it. I have never felt anything like that. I began to press my as back into his tongue and he tongue fucked me. He stopped and my hole felt empty, and I hoped he would come back. He did and told me to spread them further, I thought he wanted me to spread them so he could get his tongue deeper in me. I felt metal and soon realized he was fastening my legs to something metal. I tried to move but it was too late I was already fastened. He tied it to the underside of the bed and another rope to the headboard. I could not see that, but he fished it under me, so I knew that is what he was doing. I was now tied to the bed, no where to go and a man I had no clue what he looked like. His hand caressed my ass, and his fingers found my hole and rubbed on it. That felt good, his hands seem big. He spit on my hole, and I felt his finger slide inside me. I tried to pull away but there was no where to go. He spit again and worked his finger in deeper. It did not hurt until the second, He shoved them in and twisted them around. Nice is all he said as I groaned and tried to form works into the ball gag. I have me a Virgin fag. This is going to be fun. I then felt the bed move, legs beside my feet and then a firm large pressure on my ass hole and suddenly sharp pain as my hole started to give way to his huge dick. The pressure continued and the pain almost made me pass out, His head finally popped through, and he Slapped my ass. Fucking whore, open that cunt. The slap jarred me, and he was able to push another inch inside me. He started to pull out and seemed disappointed. Fucking tight fag, you are going to make me get some lube. A minute later he lubed up my hole and slide two fingers and then three inside me pushing them deep. It hurt like fuck. He pulled his fingers out and pressed his big dick against my hole and pressed and slide inside me. Three inches in and it started to feel like he was tearing me open. He pressed and soon he was balls deep inside me. I screamed but he just laughed as he said, fucking little fag, this is what you were begging for. He began to slow fuck me and my hole started to give in. Ten minutes in, I began to moan and he was making all starting to breath heavy and soon he grunted loudly and shot his load inside me. I was repulsed, turned on and wishing I could taste it all at the same time. He cleaned up, he then rubbed my back and told me I would get better at it. He thanked me and walked away, then I heard the door open and close. What the fuck I though, how am I going to get out of here. I heard the door and thought, good he is back. I felt hands again, finger rubbed my wet hole. Lips kissed my ass as his fingers slid inside me. He slide a finger inside me and then another. He went much deeper; I could tell it was not the same guy. He fingered me and I started to moan. He pulled his fingers out and pressed his dick against my hole and he slide in and bottomed out. He was not as thick as the first guy, he fucked me for five minutes and shot his load. He apologized he shot so quickly, he said I was just to fucking hot. He soon walked to the door, he opened it and said, he is right there. I soon felt the bed move and some lube being poured on my hole, then pressing hard, fuck this guy was bigger than the first guy. He started saying, fucking sweet pussy, so fucking wet. He pressed deep and made it as deep as the first guy but kept pushing deeper. Open that Cunt boy, he barked. He slapped my ass wise super hard. He pulled back and slammed into me three time and I heard and felt something pop. Finally fuck stick you gave me your second ring. My hole was making noise as he fucked me deep, I could feel him so deep inside me. He kept hitting my prostate and before I knew it I was cumming in the cage that had been put on me. He laughed and said, there is the first orgasm. What a fucking whore, loves big anonymous dick in his hole. He unfastened the ball gag, he sped, and the moans continued and before I knew it I was cumming again. In all he made me shoot three times before he came inside me. The blindfold was pulled off and Rope under me released. He pulled my head up saying clean it fag. He had me orally service him and clean his huge dick and fucked my throat for twenty minutes and then shot his load in my mouth. He told me to swallow it, I gladly swallowed his load. Once I swallowed his load, he grabbed my face and had me look up at him. This man was tall at least 6’3 with a great body, huge dick, average looking face but pretty eyes. He said, you are now my boy, open your mouth he instructed. He spat in my mouth and told me to swallow it. He then got on the bed and lifted his legs and told me to eat his hole. I made my way over, spread his checks and put my tongue out and licked his hole. He grabbed my head and pushed me in, it is not a fucking cone tongue my fucking hole. I ate his hole, he seemed to like it. He removed his hand; I could tell he was texting. There was a knock at the door. He rolled over and off the bed, then he pushed my head down on the bed into a pillow saying stay the fuck there. I did and he greeted a guy at the door. The man said, is this him? The guy using me said, yes. He does not look like much, but he will serve you. Then I heard, do you want his ass or mouth. The guy who just entered said, give me his mouth first. Just then my head was slapped, and he said you heard the man, get over and suck his dick. I turned around and there was a man in his late 40’s balding, beard, muscled in joggers and a t-shirt. I crawled over on my knees and started to feel his dick. He had a thick dick, it grew quickly. He pulled his joggers down and his dick hit me in the face. I grabbed it and he slapped my hand. No hands he said. I opened my mouth and took the head in my mouth. I started to suck dick, he put his hand on my head and said, if you ever fucking touch me again, I will beat the shit out of you. I am only her for your holes. I paused but he smacked my head as he said, no teeth either. I sucked him as he pulled me onto his dick. I would gag and pull off and try not to look my balance. He fucked my throat for ten minutes and choked me with his dick. I really had no idea how much more I could take. He then pulled out and said, your ass! Nothing more, I got up, got on all four and he pushed his big dick inside me. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard, piston fucking me making me whimper and moan. He stopped, his dick still inside me. He grabbed one of the ropes from before and tied it in a noose around my neck and choked me while he fucked me. I gasped for air and then I could not breath and I swear I passed out. He would release it and I gasped, and he would choke me out again, He did this four time and on that four time he shot his load inside me. He let go of the noose, pulled out and cleaned up and left without saying a word. I hard the guy who opened the door say, I am now your owner. I will be back in town Friday night and over the weekend. You should be ready to be used. I did not say anything, he slapped my head again and I said, Yes Sir. Good fag, now get dressed and get out of here. I have things to do today. I did as he instructed, I got dressed. He was in the bathroom so I could not even clean up. I took off the cage, I slid my pants on, my hole was so full of cum. Once I dressed, I opened the door and headed to the elevator and downstairs. I tried to find a bathroom to let this cum out, but it was full, and I needed to get home. I ordered an uber and waited out front. The man who had just fucked me and coked me came up to me. He told me to give him my phone. He called his number and said, I will text you in the next couple days when I need to unload. You better make yourself available. I said I would, he reminded me I should not speak but listen. Don’t make that mistake again. My uber arrived, I got in but the guy was standing across the drive looking at me. He made a noose symbol as I drove off. Fuck this guy scared me. I drove and before I got home, he had text. It read, “fag whore, you have my cum inside you. Leave it in you.” Then he send and address date and time. Holy fuck, two days from now. No fucking way. I got home, I looked in the mirror and I had rope burns on my neck. I quickly showered and put on a shirt to cover them. My girl got home, and she asked me about work, and I told her how much it sucked but I was glad it was over. We made small talk and she shared that David had text that he had a buddy in town and wanted to know if we are both up for some fun. She said, can we please? I asked her when and she said tomorrow night. She said, I really want to. I agreed and she text David that we were on. David, text me this, “Fag, I hear you had a great time tonight. Your girl wants to real dicks tomorrow, you can let her have them right, you had a ton today.” Holy fuck, I was pissed. He got me into today and now he was whoring out my girl. She kissed and told me she loved me and could not wait for tomorrow. I had trouble staying asleep, my ass was so sore, and I kept dreaming about all the dick from today. I woke up in the morning and showered and let loose of all the cum and went into work early. My lunch, I was feeling horny. I needed to taste cum, I had never had a craving for it. I tried to convince myself I could wait for David’s, but I started to worry that maybe with his buddy I would not be allowed to eat her cum out until after they left. I search online and went to a gay site to find a glory hole. It took me a minute, but I found one ten blocks from work. I went downstairs and drove to the spot, it looked pretty run down. I saw a guy in a suit walk in and I got out and followed him. He had gotten his change already and walked into the back area. I did the same. I had no idea a place like this existed. I went into a booth and then another, no glory hole but the third one had one. I checked the four and it had two. I sat in that booth. I waited and then I heard the door next to me on the right open, no change but soon a dick slipped trough the hole. It was soft but lone. I lifted it and began to suck it. I could hear the guy moaning, his dick got big. Had to be ten inches. I sucked him and deep throated him and really wanted his cum. He pulled his dick back, I was so disappointed. He fished some poppers through. I hit them, then he slide a bottom of lube through and said, show me your ass. I really did not want to get fucked but I stood up and dropped my dress pants, pulled my underwear down and lubed up my hole and slide a finger inside me. I then slide the lube through and hit the poppers. He reached in and pulled me back to the hole, his dick pressed and hit my hole and I bent forward and spread my cheeks and his dick spread my ass lips and the head passed my ring. He pressed and soon he was halfway inside me. He pulled out and pressed, then again and soon had most of his dick inside me. He said, tight pussy. I then heard the door open, again no money so no light but another dick slide through. It was half hard and grabbed it and sucked it. The guy was uncut, he had a nice but skinny dick and he leaked cum like crazy. It tasted so good. The guy behind me was fucking me like crazy. It started to hurt. The guy pulled out who I was sucking and leaned in and fed me poppers. That helped a lot, he stood up and slide his cock back through and I sucked him for five more minutes and he shot in my mouth, his cum tasted so sweet. I was just about to pull off and suck the guy fucking me when he shoved inside me, and his dick pulsed, and he shot six ropes inside me. He pulled out and he soon disappeared. I stood there; my dick rock hard. I had pulled my underwear and pants up when I heard the door on the left. Just as I buttoned my pants, I saw a light go on next door. I could see it was the guy in the suit with the expensive shoes. I sat down, he stood there, I leaned forward, and he had his dick out. Beautiful fat 8 or so uncut. I got up and bent down and watched him jack it with his left hand, he turned and jacked it right at the hole. I put my tongue out and licked the precum off his head. He pressed it in, and I sucked the head for him. He seemed to like that as I swirled my tongue around the head under his foreskin. He let me suck him for a while and then pulled out and tucked his dick away and got down and whispered for me to follow him. He opened the door and I stood up and a few seconds later, I opened mine. When I headed out, the good-looking guy was at a board and he wrote the number four, then put a double line under it and a double line vertically. I had not seen it when I walked in and the rule at the bottom showed a double line horizontal like an equal sign meant fucks bare, double line vertical head bare. He then turned and pointed to number 4, I walked into it, and he followed. It has a big hole in it. He entered shortly after and locked the door. He told me to drop my pants, I did, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his underwear just under his balls. He grabbed my ass and fled my hole. He could feel I was wet from cum, nice is all he said as he pushed my ass back against the large opening. He then fed me poppers before pushing me down to suck his big dick. Less than a minute later I hard the door, felt fingers on my ass and my cheeks being pulled apart as a tongue licked my cummy hole. Fuck, his tongue felt so good. I moaned on the guys big uncut dick. This went on for two minutes and then the guy pulled off, I felt fingers at my hole. The hot guy I was sucking pulled his dick out and fed me poppers and soon I had a huge dick pressed against my hole and it slowly began to slide inside me. He was stretching my hole and it felt amazing. He was so slow at entering me making me feel it and opening me up so gradually. Then I felt his pubes, my guy fed me poppers and then the guy started to withdraw and begin to slowly fuck my hole. The guy in my booth leaned down as he said, that is fucking hot. You are taking a big dick, I can tell. He is fucking you bareback, isn’t he? I nodded, wow. You are such a hot little slut. He leaned down and told me to open my mouth, as I did, he spit inside me while he rubbed my chest. He worked his hand down to the hold and felt under me and the huge dick going inside me. He whispered in my ear; he is going to breed you dude. Anonymous cock is going to fucking load you up. Tell me you want his cum…. He gently slapped my face, I said, I want his cum. Good boy he said, then he tapped on the wall and a minute or two later the guy said, I’m cumming and he shot his load in my ass. The guy stayed inside me, and I began to pull off and the guy in my both pushed me back on the wall as he said, that is rude. Let him stay in you boy, you begged him for his cum. The guy slowly withdrew, and I was sucking on this big cock again. I heard the door open and close and then open again. The guy did not eat my hole, he instead spread my ass cheeks and pressed his dick against my hole after spitting on it and slide into me. He was long but thin. He hit my second ring, he fucked me hard for a few minutes and popped through. It felt amazing. He fucked me for five minutes like that, the guy in my booth just whispered what a hot slut I was and before long the guy slide all the way inside me and shot his load. He pulled out a second later and soon I hard the door. He pulled out his phone and text as the door opened and I heard the text in the next room. He said, my friend is here. You will love his big dick. I felt some material loop around my right leg and then my left and then pressure. I tried to pull away and I could not. The guy in my booth pulled my hand behind my back and tied them with a zip cord he had in his pocket. I then felt fingers inside me. Two and then three, He had four fingers inside me and I could do nothing but moan. The guy fed me poppers and the guy behind me worked his fingers inside me left and write and soon he was opening me up . I began to shake, I had felt this feeling before but his hand was so huge. The guy in my booth fed me poppers and tried to keep me from being too loud. He finally covered my mouth and tapped the wall and the guys fist pressed hard and passed my ring. There I was, in a booth against a hole in a wall and a fist in my ass. The guy was good, and it felt amazing, but it hurt like fuck when he pulled out. He clearly had a glove on because I hard him clean me up and untied me and the guy in my booth said, get dressed, you are coming with us. I got dressed and followed them out. His friend was 6’6 and 200 pounds solid and I could not help but look at his hands and they were huge. I could not believe one of them got inside me. It was a few blocks away, an older apartment. We walked up to the second floor and into unit b. The guy from the booth told me to undress, I did, and the tall, beautiful blond grabbed my hand and lead me to his bedroom and pulled off his clothes revealing a huge dick on him. Had to be 8 inches soft. I bend over and began to suck his dick, he got hard straight away. He pulled me off and led me to the bed, laid down and had me straddle his dick, at least a foot by now. He lubed up his dick and hole and slide his dick in my freshly fisted hole. He slide inside me easily but got some resistance eight inches In. He was supper thick. I stayed there and the guy from the booth and gotten naked and he was now pressing against my hole beside that huge dick. He blonde guy pulled me forward and the suit guy pressed hard, and he soon was in my hole and they were fucking me while I screamed and begged them to go slower. That big hand on my mouth made it hard to breath. They fucked me for ten minutes before the pain went away. The hot man pulled his hand off my mouth and said, that’s not bad is it. Ten minutes later the suit guy shot his load inside me and pulled out and disappeared without a word and I hard the door five minutes later. The real fucking began as he brutally slammed into me and broke through my second ring. This time it did not feel as good and hurt. He pressed hard and he was all the way inside me. He held me there and said fuck under his breath. Then he said, you are only the second guy ever to take me this deep. He fucked me for ten minutes and then turned me on my said and fucked me for another ten and shot inside me. He let it go soft and it slide out and he lubed up my and his fist and fingered my hole and worked his fist inside me again. I could only moan, He kept telling me he loves my pussy. An hour later he said, I should go because his girl would be home soon. I could not believe the time, I checked my phone, my boss had text me over lunch that she was felling ill and had to go home and I should too. I was relieved since I would most likely have been fired for this little stunt. I went home feeling completely and sexually satisfied. I loved this afternoon, and it was hot, I got hard as I walked. I knew I was in for a surprise tonight and I hoped that I could see some action beside just eating cum out of my girl. If that, was it would be okay but now, I wanted more! I showered before my girl got home. My hole was sore, from that big fist and puffy but my sides were happy I put on some tight underwear and shorts and a t shirt. She told me I looked hot, and that David wanted it kinky tonight. She showed me a bag that was left with two blindfolds. She showered and I got nervous. She got ready and straightened up the bedroom. She told me unlock the door and come back to the bedroom and she put her blindfold on and so did I. Minutes later we hard the door. I hard footsteps and a presence in front of me. He grabbed me and led me away from may girl, I hard her start to moan as some guy began to eat her out. The guy walked me to the spare bedroom. He then spoke, it was David. This is your fag is all he said a guy grabbed me. David shut the door and left me with a guy, he pushed me down and told me to suck his cock. I fished it out of his pants and sucked that big dick. His dick grew to be a fat nine inches. I then felt my hands being tied behind my back. Then the voice said, I want you to see him gag on that big dick. Here I was helpless, the guy was strong, and he held my head and started slow and told me to open my throat. He continued if you listen and obey you will be a fine little fag, If not, you will regret it. No fucking teeth either. He fucked my throat and I gagged and just when I started to get used to his dick and stopped gagging, he fucked my throat harder and hard making me gag and eventually I throw up. The guy in the chair laughed and said do it again. This went on until I could only dry heave and gag, once I was free of any stomach bile the real throat fucking began when I was placed with my head against a wall and the guy fucked my throat. I thought he was going to suffocate me with his dick. He beat my throat like this for ten minutes and then shoved it deep down my throat and shot his cum down my throat. He shook and slowly pulled out once he regained his composure. Immediately a ball gag was shoved in my mouth. The guy who had been sitting choked me. He then pulled me up to my feet. I was soon on the bed with my shorts pulled down and my ass showing. He lubed up and slide two fingers inside me. Then came his dick, it felt so fat as he laid it on my ass cheeks, He lubed it and then lined it up to my hole and slide slowly inside me. I must have been sore from earlier or his dick was as big as a baseball bat. He was fucking me hard, he pulled out and I was so relieved. I just wanted him to cum inside me while he was fucking me, he would stop. He straightened up my legs and pulled my underwear and shorts down and lifted my right leg and put it on the bed. He again spread my cheeks and pressed his fat dick head against my hole. I moaned as it felt like he was tearing me open now. He somehow felt bigger. He fucked me for an hour and finally shot his load inside me. When he pulled out, he said, how that is a fucking bloody mess. He led me to the shower and turned the water on and put me in while he cleaned up. Blindfold and all. Heard him say, there is a date, address, and time on the dresser. Make sure you are there. I will give you ass a week to heal up. Try not to bleed so much. I pulled the blindfold off and looked down. There was a lot of red in the water running down the drain. I got out, dried off, and sat on the toilet and his cum and my blood came out. I went out and got dressed. I had no idea what was hapening in the other room but when I got out of the second bedroom everyone was gone. I text her but her phone was in the room. I started getting texts, David sent me pics of my girl getting ganged by four guys, blindfolded and restrained. He sent me the address and told me to come to clean up her cunt. I got dressed and headed downtown to the apartment. I knocked and a tall black man let me in. I could see her ahead of me and she was getting fucked by a big dicked Latin guy. I was motioned over and pushed to my knees. The guy fucking her pulled his dick out and told me to suck him clean. I sucked that big brown dick clean. He fucked my mouth and slide back inside my girl. This went on for ten minutes till he shot his load in my throat during one of the cleaning sessions. The next guy stepped up and this went on for another hour. I had taken six loads and eaten tons out of her pussy. They told me to collect her and take her home. They left me alone with her and I helped her up. She was sore and spent and I called and uber and we went home. She let me eat the rest of the cum out of her and then we went to sleep.

I was off work on Monday and was really horned up. I haven’t been hooking up much lately—activity fell off during the pandemic and have never really picked up to my old cumdump ways again. But I really wanted some cock on Monday. Did all the prep/clean out then went on the apps to start the cock hunt. Chatted with several guys on BBRT, A4A, Growlr and Scruff but couldn’t close the deal with any of them—would get pretty far and then the guy would flake. I decided to try Sniffies despite it never being very successful for me—I live in a very suburban neighborhood and the closest guys are usually miles away near downtown. But, I was horny as hell—been edging and fingering my hole for a few hours at this point and was willing to make a long drive if it meant I got cock and a load. To my surprise, Sniffies showed another guy (anonymous profile) about 900 feet from me! Within a few minutes he messaged me. He said he was painting a house a street over from me and was horny and really wanted his cock sucked. He said he was straight and Latino (I was guessing English was a second language from the messages) and he just wanted someone to suck him off. He said he was working alone at the house and I could blow him there. He sent me a pic and he was good looking—Latino, probably about 40 with a dad bod and had a nice thick uc cock. I told him I’d walk by the house in a few minutes. Headed over there and saw him outside painting. He looked at me and I nodded and he reached down and squeezed his crotch and smiled at me. He motioned toward the front door of the house. He opened the door and walked in, leaving the door open so I could follow. I followed him into the house and closed the door. This was clearly an unoccupied home in the middle of a rehab (there’s been a good amount of real estate flipping going on in my neighborhood). It was hot & dusty (the AC wasn’t on)—no furniture and lots of fixtures covered in plastic. He faced me and unzipped his paint covered pants and exposing his cock. He was probably about 6.5”, uncut and really thick (it was of those cocks that get really thick toward the middle) with a really furry set of big low hanging balls (which I LOVE). I dropped to my knees and began licking his balls first, then moving to suck his cock. I sucked him for about ten minutes—he was producing a lot of precum, but didn’t seem close to cumming. Finally, the combination of heat and my knees on the hard, dusty tile got the best of me and I needed a break, so I stopped sucking and stood up to face him while continuing to jack his cock. To my surprise, he reached out and kissed me, which I wasn’t expecting from a straight guy. He reached around and put his hand down the back of my shorts and started groping for my hole. Of course, my natural instinct is to spread my legs to give him better access and I moaned as he brushed my hole. That seemed to turn him one and he penetrated me with his finger, which just made me moan louder. Luckily, I was still fairly well lubed from where I had been fingering my self earlier. He pulled down my shorts completely, then turned me around the opposite direction. I suddenly forgot about the heat and the dust, and I felt his uc cock head push at my hole. Between his precum and my earlier lube, there was enough lubrication. He pushed his thick cock all the way into me and bottomed out at his hairy balls. He fucked me hard for a few minutes then slowed down, but I needed it hard. I started to fuck myself hard against his cock, taking the full length at every stroke. I was like a man possessed on that cock and couldn’t get enough or hard enough. Within a few minutes I came without even touching my own cock. His pace and breathing pick up and I know he’s close—I think he asked me if I wanted him to pull out, but I just yelled for him to breed me. A few seconds later his shoots a huge load into my hole. I quickly pull my shorts up and it’s pretty clear he’s ready to get back to work. He’s back to being the straight working man again, but I’m the one with his cum in my cunt. I went home and put in my biggest butt plug so I could keep his load in me as long as possible. Needless to say, I place a much higher value on Sniffies now!

I love public sex and also avoid areas where we might get caught by law enforcement, but I've also done a lot of public that isn't obvious to others, like getting fucked on a balcony, or blowing a guy while he hangs over the balcony and me on my knees. Have also had sex in public bathrooms, changing rooms at the mall and have had men invite me to their offices with me pretending to be a client. I had one attorney who would have me schedule consultation meetings with him thru his secretary and he'd fuck me when I got there. Had another man have me come in and meet with him as a potential vendor and he fucked me in his conference room. I've also blown guys in their work bathrooms. It's all great fun, just be careful enough not to get caught by anyone who could create problems. I've been caught before but mostly by unsuspecting people, not by law enforcement.

Dripping of that animalistic masculine energy and sexy as Fuck.

I agree. I know that getting fisted is more of a religious experience for me. I feel it’s what I am meant to feel. A good top can get me to release over and over as well.

Please don't stop writing, this story is absolutely amazing. I love all the hot sex but I enjoy the story even more!!!!!

Hate to point this out to your doctor, but 25 out of 200 is 12.5%, not 25%. I know all the mantras about non-judgmental, it's a virus not a punishment, all that stuff, and yeah, I generally agree, but: how fucking stupid does someone have to be to essentially waste a dose of a very, very short-supply vaccine by doing something like this? I'm not suggesting no one should have sex for 28 days after getting vaccinated, but come on, people: the current spread, inconvenient as it may be to acknowledge, is at sex parties, group sex events, bathhouses, and other places where there's a significant number of sexual partners in contact with each other. If a man is determined to do that and refuse to hold off for a while to let the vaccine begin to confer immunity, skip the damn vaccine and let someone else have the shot. (and I'm directing this at your doctor's patient, not you, obviously).

Interesting post. I'm a black, British guy and my experience is that race is a HUGE issue in all contexts and layers of American society that inevitably seeps into the attitudes and opinions of many in the dating/fuck pool. I have been told by white men while on dating apps and online when i've visIted the U.S that most white gay men simply don't like/find black men attractive, which is fine, but the interaction with many was eye opening and the warning proved correct in most cases. So while I think your environment can largely shape who you find attractive and many of us have preferences which isn't necessarily racist, it's your general interaction and attitude to men who don't look like you that is telling of whether your preference is rooted in racism or not. As an aside, I think sex pigs and fetish men have a far more positive and mature approach to this subject that the candy floss sites like Grindr etc. could learn from.

I agree. There's a special kind of scent on a guy that's been having sex all night, and it's like iron filings drawn to a magnet. When I used the apps, at the end of the profiles I put "come clean, get sweaty".

When I was first starting to get into kink and bondage I met a guy on RECON. He invited me to his place in upstate Pa for the weekend. He had very detailed instructions, no food or drink for 12 hours beforehand and make sure to clean out thoroughly. When I arrived I was to go in the basement entrance and follow the instructions I’d find there. I arrived went in and read the message telling me to strip completely, put my stuff in a footlocker then go through the next door. I was nervous but excited as hell. I went into the very dark basement and suddenly was grabbed from behind, a wet rag went over my face and just as I vaguely realized this must be chloroform I blacked out. I woke up cuffed over a padded sawhorse with the guy fucking me like a machine. He did play safe and was wearing a condom, which I was secretly hoping he wouldn’t but at that time I didn’t have the confidence to ask to be barebacked. He’d use the chloroform to black me out and I’d come to in another part of the playroom and a different position. The last time I came to was in his sling. A button device in my hand. When I’d push the button an air pump would force poppers into my nose. After fucking me for a long while he pulled out and looked me in the eyes. He said, I took a Viagra so you’re going to get well fucked either way, but I think you want to get barebacked. If you do you need to reach down and pull the condom off my cock. It was awesome, I didn’t have to do it, if I did I was admitting I wanted to be a sleazy cumdump. I reached down and pulled the damn thing off. He grinned and said good boy. Then plowed back in. All in all a great introduction to ko play and bondage.

He is so hot!! 😍

Hello, it has been a while since I last came on BZ. I thought I would move on from my pig days but I realize that I am a true pig and that by writing these stories, I discover another part of me that was hidden. This story is inspired by one of my many rendezvous in this city I now call home. Montreal. Hope you enjoy. I will also try to continue my previous posts but if anything, I think starting fresh would be better so no promises. Here goes nothing. Part 1 After receiving my confirmation that I would be graduating with honors, I told myself that I was going to let lose. Submit to every temptation that I've put on for the past 6 months. I redownloaded my apps and began refreshing every hour to see who would want to top me. With the exception of weed and poppers, I never tried any other drugs due to the fact that I promised to stay stable during my undergrad years. Since Freshmen year, some friends I knew got into coke, ketamine and dropped out. Being on scholarship meant that the stakes were higher. My willpower was strong. Was. By 11pm, I thought of calling it a day as no one around my area would be interested in a 25 y/o twink whose locked photos are him in a PUMP jock. I wasn't too bad, just very choosy. Most guys who messaged me were closeted or discreet. I wanted more. Despite being called a twink throughout college, I managed to gain some strength over the past few months. Going to the gym was my way to relief the stress of academia. Going to bathouses second. But I always played safe. For some reason, tonight, I felt very piggy. It was probably because I started jacking off to Treasure Island Media when the semester ended. Being a celibate for a while really does get the worst in you. I can understand why most closeted Mormon guys I hooked up with have the weirdest kink. But mine I would say is starting to get darker. I threw my phone on the other side of my bed and laid in defeat, thinking that I'm probably going to brush off this urge I had. Suddenly at 1 AM, a no-pic profile messaged me. "Hey, boy." "Boy?" "Yeah, you. I've seen you at the gym with your tight hairy blonde ass. Pale and slender like the twink you are." "Lol. Who are you?" "Your master." "What?" I then received 5 photos of a stocky built man in leather with one of the largest cock I've seen. Not to mention, a PA. Only one tattoo on his navel. Biohazard. His eyes were green and his beard was bushy. He looked around late 40s. Both tits were pierced and his grin made my cock twitch. He also sent 6 more videos, all which shows him fucking guys around my age, from your average jock to your typical twink like me. Each video ends with the bottom begging him to breed him. Their eyes were fully dilated and it seemed as if they were on something. Strangely, I got hard. This was what I secretly needed I thought to myself. "Hot pics. I'm Felix. You?" "Who I am doesn't matter. You're going to call me Master and you're going to come over here." "No way.." Before I finished typing I backspaced and wrote "Where?" Master lived a few stations away from where I was. Pie-IX. It took 10 minutes to reach his place. Luckily, I caught the last train for the night. I found myself in front of a renovated duplex that indicated the much detested gentrification that's plaguing the city. I buzzed #6 and climbed up. As the door open, I see Master in a leather harness and chaps. His muscles were squeezing out of the black outfit he was wearing and it made me think twice of why I came here. Less than 10 messages exchanged and here I am in front of a Dom one head taller than me. Never would I see myself in this position a few years ago when I volunteered for the LGBT Club during Pride. "Hello Felix. I'm Pierre. But call me Master when you're in my house. It's nice to finally see you outside the gym shower." Upon closer inspection of his face, I realized who Master is. When I first started lifting, I remembered seeing a man of his stature jacking off in the shower during my morning workout. We made eye contact but the fog made it hard to fully recognize him. He would always wear a tanktop and a dirty jockstrap under his thigh high shorts. His ass was spectacular. I never had the guts to ask him how much he squats. All I know was that his intimidating presence always made my workout shorter. Deep inside, he knew that he turned me on. "Oh wow...I remember you." "It's been a while, eh? Why don't I see you at the gym anymore?" "Finals. Just graduated last week. Feeling kinda horny now and got lazy to go to the gym. Shit, I've always wanted to say Hi to you." "But you didn't. Good. I wouldn't want to distract you from your studies. I know I have had guys from your college transformed after meeting me." "You're not shy, aren't you? Transform?" "For the better. You'll see. Wanna come in?" I didn't know what I was getting myself into but his friendliness in real life compared to online made me step in. "Care for some water? Or gatorade? There's a special ingredient." I was curious to know what the special ingredient was so I agreed on gatorade. He told me that this drink would make me feel better. I protested that I don't do hard drugs. "A little drink never hurt anybody, right? Plus, this is safe. You'll be alright. I'm here." Very comforting. I thought, fuck it I don't have any more responsibilities for now. Summer is here. I gulped the drink and he started asking me a series of questions that felt like I was being interrogated. "What did you expect when you come here?" "I don't know. I just want to get fucked. Have some fun because I deserve it. Worked my ass off for college that my ass now needs some actual work. Your videos also tempted me." Shit, can't believe I said that. "Yes, those videos always make guys hard to resist. Tell me Felix, what are you into?" "I'm mostly versatile but I've been thinking of bottoming more. Getting fucked rough. Been watching some dirty porn. Thought of trying new things. But I play safe though." "Interesting. Have you tried any toys?" "I have a dildo and a buttplug that I rarely use. I also have some jocks but I'm going commando tonight." "Do you want to experience new things?" By now, I started to feel a bit lightheaded and everything felt like it was in the right place. "Sure. Meeting someone as old and hot as you is already a new experience. Why me, though?" "I do the questions, Felix. As for why you, I've always had a preference for college guys. Twink types with bubbly ass that needs some kneading. The ones who are secretly addicted to cum and is a true cumdump. Do you think that might be you?" I hesitated to answer because I do love cum. Just in my mouth. So I thought. I enjoy nourishing cum but the idea of cum in my ass seemed so far fetch. Yet, deep down, I know that it would be one of the hottest things to experience. Seeing a video of a guy getting bred by 10 different guys made me wish I was the center of attention. Even after factoring my stance on playing safe. It was a conflicting thought. "I'm not sure..I might get a disease and all that." "Might. Not definitely" "Yeah, there's a risk to it. Even if it would be fucking hot to have cum drip out of my ass from different guys." I wasn't sure whether it's the drink or my inner thoughts thinking out loud again but I was clearly succumbing to him. "So it's fucking hot, you say? And the risk, so what? I'm positive and I take meds. Sometimes. I still live. Not many side effects." By now, I can see where the conversation was going and the better part of me still tried to reason it out but the real side of me could only respond with "Really? And you're okay with that?" "Yes, I'm okay with that. Other people, not so but who cares? They don't have to know unless I state it. Plus, don't you think that raw bareback sex is the true way we should fuck? Having one's seed in you? Being a part of someone? To claim and be claimed? As nature intended to?" The effects of the drink was now stronger and I realized that I have been holding a hard on for a while. "I mean, your cock is rock hard for a reason, right Felix?" I'm not sure why but every time he calls me Felix, I get turned on more and more. "Hm, as nature intended too...I guess you're right..I could try. It would be hot with you." Why was I saying this? His aura definitely revealed a different side of me. "Do you want me to breed you, Felix?" "Yes." I've fully succumbed to the drink by now and I have no regrets. "Do you want me to use my toys on you? Stretch your ass and make you become the real cumdump you are?" "Yes." No regrets again. "Excellent. Let's relax and have a smoke first before we continue. We have the whole night. Or weekend if you last long." At first, I thought that we would be smoking some weed but Master brought in a different kind of pipe. A glass one. He then inserted some substance that looked like salt rocks and lit a butane lighter under it. "Hey, what is that?" "No Hey, it's Master. You will not disrespect me in my house." It's striking how quick his tone changed after I agreed to his proposals. "Master, what kind of weed is that?" "It's not weed, Felix, it's my good friend Tina. You're going to enjoy her. Don't be shy now." As Master took the pipe away from the lighter and inhaled the smoke, Master embraced me and we made our first kiss. "Breathe in, boy." Now I'm called boy. I don't even know why I agreed to inhaled but I'm glad that it didn't taste so bad or burnt as bad as most joints would. "Hold it in and don't let go until I tell you to." I kept it in and after a few moments, Master gestured me to open my mouth and a trail of white smoke was expelled. My heart began pumping and I felt an intense rush that I've never felt before. Everything felt amazing and when I saw Master, it felt like I need to worship him. We shotgunned, as Master would say for a few times and with every breathe I inhaled from Master's mouth, the more I am obligated to him. It was a completely new feeling that I had never felt before. Soon, Master told me to strip and to follow him to his bedroom. Master then brought me to his bathroom where I was told to kneel on all fours. I starred at the lights in enhancement as I felt a cold liquid applied on my ass and crotch. Master was now shaving me gently. "We want a clean and smooth boy, don't we?" I nodded and whispered "Yes, Master." A tip of a nozzle was then inserted into my ass and I suddenly felt full. "Don't worry boy, this is to clean you out. You've douched before. The only difference is that this is a bit special. It's meeting Tina after." My ass felt full and I could recall a tingling sensation happening. After releasing the liquid from my bowel, Master fingered me. Oddly enough, his fingers felt like it was covered in sand. "Wow, Master, Wow" I couldn't explain how I felt. Only that Master's finger no longer felt like sand. It felt smooth like cream. I moaned louder than I started and Master turned on the shower head to fully wash me. Stepping out of the shower, Master took out one of his dirty jocks that looked like it was ravaged by cum and piss. On the band, it says POZ PIG. Before instructing me to wear it, Master made me inhale the jock and savor its odor. "This boy, is my golden jock. Many boys before you have worn this and have earned the title that you'll soon receive" Despite being worn numerous of times, it snapped on me perfectly. I looked myself in the mirror and I noticed that my body is now completely shaved except for my head. When Master touches me, it feels like electricity running through my nerves. "Get on the bed now, boy. On your back. We've only just begun. You're doing very good so far." I lied on the bed and Master took out some ropes that was then tightly tied from the bed poster to my limbs. Each leg was tied to each arm to ensure that my ass was spread out to give Master the view he deserved. I was still in bliss thanks to my new friend Tina. Master came up to me and put the pipe in my mouth, directing me to inhale 6 times. The rule was that for every 30 minutes, I would get 6 shots. The lights were then dimmed to reveal the ceiling lights which had UV lamps. Master then took out a chest under his bed. In it contains all the toys that he would use on me. First, he took out a pair of gloves and a jar. The label on the jar read + CUM X + Master came up to me to peck me and brush my face before proclaiming, "This is the last time I will be soft on you. I will be soft on you after you're done which we both aren't sure of when. Are you ready to submit to me? To release your inhibition and be who you truly are?" "YES, MASTER. I AM READY. I SURRENDER MYSELF TO YOU." I shouted with full confidence and determination to realize my true potential. Master only responded with "Good boy. That's the cumdump bitch that's starting to come out of the second closet speaking." He was right. I didn't know where this came from. Techno music started playing and without warning, I felt Master's fingers in me with the content of the jar. It glowed under the lights. First it was one, then two. After, it was his palm and by the time his whole fist was in me, it felt incredible. Despite his warning, Master was gentle and my ass accommodated him with agility. To avoid an early rosebud, Master did not spend too much time fisting me. Rather, he began inserting a string of anal beads to stretch my ass out. "Slowly, but surely, boy. I think we're gonna spend the whole weekend here." I nodded and stared at his eyes with the most lust I've had since I lost my virginity. Each sequencing bead got bigger and as I screech from the initial pain, I slowly moaned at every insertion. 5 beads were now in me and I still did not feel full. It was as if I wanted more. Finally, all 7 were in. Master then slowly pulled out the string and inserted it again. He increased his paced as I groaned and moaned with pleasure. The final pull made me scream with Master chucking and spitting in my mouth. "Good fucking boy. I want to hear those screams because that's how a pig should sound." Bullets of sweats were now perspiring out of my pores and the heat had only made the bed sheets wetter. Master did deliver his promise that it was going to be alright as he fed me the gatorade throughout my stretching for hydration. For some reason, despite experiencing this newfound pleasure, my cock was soft. Master told me that this was normal when you're friends with Tina. I didn't mind as I was enjoying everything that was happening. After the beads, Master began using the different dildos that he had, with the smallest being at least 3 times bigger than the one I have back home. Its girth was larger than a Campbell Can. With each dildo, the precision that Master had was unparalleled. Never have I thought that I could feel this good from my ass being stretched. Throughout my moans, Master was encouraging me and telling me how good of a bitch I was. It was dirty but caring. "Master's really glad you came tonight, boy. I haven't found a potential pig in a while now. You're doing so great. A proper cumdump is what you're going to be, right, boy?" "Yes, Master, I'm embracing the cumdump that I am." "Good, boy. Very good. I rarely do this during first times, but I think it's time to make this a weekend and introduce you to my other friends. Are you ready boy?" "I don't know, Master. Are they like Tina?" "Haha no boy, these are real friends. You're going to serve them too, just like you serve me. Like a true cumpdump, right boy?" "Yes, Master." Master continued to fuck me with each dildos for hours. My ass was now fully stretched but I still felt unfulfilled. As if it's missing something. Master's cock. I wondered when Master will finally impale me and fill me with his seed. Before or after his friends show up? I wasn't sure. The cum in the jar did no justice despite my eyes being fixated on its glow. All I know was that the feeling that I experienced did not subside thanks to the occasional smoke that Master gave me. Time did not feel the same and before I know it, the Sun had started to rise. "Don't worry, boy, this bedroom is always night time." With that, Master closed the shade and put on a different playlist that had a darker electronic tune. "We're not even halfway done, boy. You still have a long way to go." I was still sweating and enjoying the high but the uncertainty of what was about to come made me nervous for a moment. However, after another puff and additional gatorade from Master, I became more excited. Master caressed me for a while and slapped me in intervals, revealing a side of me that enjoys pain. My moans of approval encouraged him to take out his bondage equipment and soon, I was wearing a leather head harness with a ball gag, salivating to Master's nods of appeasement. Chained clamps was then clipped to both nipples and I moaned louder. Master really knows what he was doing and I was savoring every moment of it. "It's already 10 AM. Master has got to run some errands and get some more tools for tonight. Piss on the bed if you want to, boy. That's natural musk." 9 hours passed but it felt like 90 minutes. Before leaving me, Master took out a steel butt plug that's double the size of his fist into me, anchoring me onto the bed, my ass full of the glow jar cum, leaking periodically. I still did not feel full but only a heavy weight in my ass. The TV was then turned on to show some kind of amateur porn. It didn't take long for me to realize it was Master's homemade videos of him fucking his previous boys, some wearing the jock I was wearing. Some boys were blonde, some were muscled, and I recognized one who was the quarterback of the football team. All getting bred by Master and his friends, who were large as Master was. Some of Masters friends would piss in them after breeding them and some had two boys with Master instructing them to fuck each other with a double end dildo while being fed Tina. I couldn't take my eyes away from it for a second. I was left in this state until Master came back. Hunger was not an issue at all as I didn't feel any desire to eat. Just to fuck and cherish everything that I was going through. I peed on the bed twice as the plug made it hard to contain my ladder. It wasn't until Master's 6th film in which an Arab exchange student was begging to be pozzed by Master ended that I hear the door being unlocked. My cock was still limp since 12 hours ago and I was not exhausted at all. I estimated it was already 4 PM. I heard Master's voice trailing from below... "I'm telling you guys, this pig is built different. He's definitely going to make you bust your 3 weeks HV Load, Jack. Also Randy, you better keep that T piss for him." "That's why I brought my own stuff. Unlike Jack!" Laughter then followed from what sounds like more than a group of men who I am certain are Master's friends. To think that I have another 24 hours...

This was salvaged from bugshare.net, from the 'Strictly Stories' section. ****************************************************************** It's all an internet invention, this bug chasing thing. The creation of fetishists. The hysterical reaction to the fear of HIV. Well, that's how it started for me. Harmless fantasizing. Posting messages on bareback sites, posting nude pics in my bareback profile. I'd get fucked raw, sure, but not take any loads. Then I met Gary, a fellow neg sex pig into all kinds of kink, including ws and fisting. I have really small hands and he noticed them at a sex party once and said they're perfect for fisting. We were partying pretty heavily and we got to playing and at some point I went from sucking his dick and rimming him to fingering him to being coached into inserting my whole hand into him by an older, experienced leather top guy who often played with him. "You ain't gonna hurt him. He loves it," the top told me. It was like our bonding experience. We started meeting up all the time and going to the baths together and picking up tops who wanted to get served by two slutty bottims at once. We shared all of our secret fantasies with each other and of course the attraction to POZ tops came up and the fact that we were both lurkers on bareback conversion sites. We started daring eachother to go further and further in our exploits. "I know a POZ guy 've been fucking around with for a long time. His t-cells dropped below a certain level once, and even now that he's better he's officially got AIDS. We should play with him," Gary told me one day. I said sure, that's way hot, let's do it. We had often agreed that the hottest guys are POZ and drooled over their profiles. Gary called his friend and arranged for us to get together a couple days later. We got piggy while servicing guys together before at the baths and at the park, like telling eachother to "really get that tongue up his ass," congratulating each other on how far we had gone. I knew this visit to his friend would be the ultimate dare, the final push. The guy's name was Ted. I had seen him around before, but we never messed around. "Gary told me all about you. Says you really like POZ guys." "Well, yeah, they're the hottest." So Gary talked about our innocent fantasies to him? We had the usual beers, weed, started getting down to action, both of us sucking his dick, then Gary sucking him as I rimmed him. The time came to fuck, and Gary started urging me to go ahead and let him fuck me. I normally took it raw as long as the guy pulled out, but as Gary was greasing up my hole with vaseline, he was telling me,"Take that fucking load, man. Fucking hot. Just go ahead and take it." He held poppers under Ted's and my nose. I was so horned up. Gary was sucking my dick as I got fucked and I was in pig heaven. Tod started fucking me deeper and harder, breathing louder. "Ah, fuck. Take my load, man," Ted said as he came. Gary was kissing me at that point, saying,"Take that fuckin' POZ load," and calling me every filthy name he could think of. "Fuckin' bug chaser. Fuckin' AIDS whore. I was jacked off to my last safe orgasm by Ted, who kept saying "There you go. Now you got it in you, Buddy." That fucking changed me forever. It just let me see how easy it was to take a POZ load. The next time was easier, and eventually I got Gary to take POZ loads, too. We were officially bareback bottom bug chasers.It made us the most popular guests at the sex parties. I ended up getting hepatitis, and that's when my blood tests showed I had sero-converted. I was strangely turned on, although too sick with hep to go out and celebrate. I had become known as the guy who would rim anyone; it had become my favorite sexual activity with strangers. That's probably how I got it. Gary got tested, and he learned he was POZ as well. Now we're the "two POZ bareback twinks" at all the parties. I take every and all loads. POZ and proud.

After having a beer and rest for a couple of minutes, I decided to return to the dark room. There were a lot of people, so I took a seat once again. A few moments later a short bear, big beard and dressed in jeans and a band black tshirt stood next to me, grabbing his bulge. I offered my hand and he pulled out his thick meat. I jerked him off a few seconds and then took the head of his cock in my mouth. He was about 6 inches, but due to his thickness he barely fitted in my mouth. I loved the taste of sweat and licking under his foreskin, I gave him head until my jaw started to get sore, and I asked if we would fuck me. "Do you want a condom? He asked. "If you want to", I answered and handed him one of the condoms i brought just in case. He took a spit in his hand and lubed his cock, then ordered me to bend over. I felt his bare cock forcing it's way inside me, I was in pain, that had to be one of the thickest cocks I've ever had, but feeling it open me up was fucking hot. He started fucking me, making me moan from the stimulation of my prostate and making my ass feel full, I opened my legs more so he could reach deeper and grabbed the wall trying not to loose balance, because my legs started to feel weak. "I want to cum deep inside you" he told me. "Yes, please! Cum, inside me" I begged. He continued to fuck me for about another five minutes, until he started to shot his load inside me. I heard him moan and reached down to feel his cock pumping cum. He started to move again and continued to fuck me until his limp cock came out. He spanked my ass and gave me the condom back, then left the dark room. I stayed in the room a few minutes, then decided to head to one of the booths with glory holes in it and a screen with gay porn on it, some twinks cumming into each other's mouths, and entered without locking the door. One of the booths was occupied by an older man, although I'm not sure how much, since I couldn't see his face. It looked like he was naked but maybe he only took his shirt off. He was giving his cut cock a hand job, so I offered my mouth and he inserted his semi limp cock in. I started to suck his dick from tip to base feeling it become bigger and harder. Then I heard the booth door open and felt a hand reaching for my ass. I looked through the corner of my eye and saw a dude about my height, maybe in his early 20s, slim. He locked the booth and I moved my hips so my ass would be more accessible. The younger dude pulled down my pants and inserted one finger in my butt. Then he stood up, took my hips and started to tease my hole with his cock, until he inserted his meat in a single movement. I moaned but the cock in my mouth drowned the sound. His cock felt about 6 inches, not very thick, but with a big head, he fucked me slowly and fingered me while his cock was still inside. The head of his cock was stimulating all the right places. The guy in the glory hole started to get harder and bigger, so I kept sucking until he finally came in my mouth. I kept sucking, feeling each cum shot coming from the base, tasting the bitter and thick liquid, until the guy pulled his limp cock out of my mouth. My top placed his hand on my chest and pulled me closer to him making me completely stand up. "What a nice hole, slut" he told me, "Hmm yeah? Do you wanna cum in it?" I said while moaning. He didn't answered, he pushed me back to the bent over position and kept fucking. We changed positions, me kneeling in the booth bench and him fucking my exposed hole, he fucked me for a long time in this position until he buried his cock and started to unload inside me. He then made me lick him clean, pulled up his pants and when we were ready, he gave me a kiss and we left the booth. After this I noticed about 3 hours had passed since I arrived, so I took another beer break.

I wanted to feel as natural as possible with zero barriers. Skin to skin. My hole is smaller than most. Love the feeling of being completely filled with hard cock. And of course the other reason is that Being bred, receiving wet loads into my body send me over the moon.

Awww, "c'mon man!" 😃 If you've been around at least a little while you'll recall Lisa Ann in the role that everyone will remember her for: [think before following links] https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1310622/ "Who's Nailn' Paylin?" - A classic of Porn Parodies "It's time to drill baby! Drill hard and drill deep. Come on ya tree hugging hippie! What'ya wait'n for, congressional approval?" "Hey, wait a minute...I can see Russia from here!" ...and... Fossils are a ruse by "Sarah Palin" (substitution) to trick mankind. Nice bit of irony coming full circle.

I was physically owned and experimentally trained for six years by a sadist. Before that, I was handled by a series of Dominants, each with his own particular taste in bringing torment to submissive flesh. I do not enjoy pain for its own sake, do not seek it, and will not tolerate it beyond a certain level. But I have experienced sexual pain in many, many, many forms, and is embedded now in my psyche as a feature of my sexuality, as a result of the desires of the kinds of men who have used me. I would be dishonest if I said that I did not take greater satisfaction from servicing a brutal Top than a gentle one. I now associate physical distress on my part with satisfaction and pleasure on the Top’s part - the rougher the fuck, the more certain I am that I have given pleasure, and therefore, the greater satisfaction I get. So for me, satisfaction comes at the cost of pain. There are limits - he must be pleasuring himself sexually at my expense, not simply bullying me it abusing me. If he punches me, my martial arts skills will take over from my bottoming skills. But as long as I see the fire of lust in his eyes, and sense his will to Dominate my body, then I will endure much pain from him, for him.

I went in July. It was great, got to fuck a lot of hot mares. Most guys wore red hoods, Unwillingly, I skipped the August session due to not being able to get a monkeypox vaccine 😞 I'd say it's better for both if the mares respect the rules of the party and don't try to remove their hoods, and if the stallions focus on fucking the mares rather than each other. Make it something different from the usual sex party.

I’m obsessed by large toys. While chemmed up and raw fisting a hole I need a long wide dildo or fat plug in me. My ass swallows them up and bounce around on them while servicing a sloppy cunt. When it’s my turn my hole just sucks in a fist. Love getting stretched, punch fucked taking further into me.

Seeing as my arm was twisted 😜

Mine is pretty clear. I'm on here to get fucked. The ph is equally a casual reminder that there's more than one way to do things and a nod to pop culture - fat vs phat. It would be impossible to come up with a screen name that encompasses all of me, but this one fits me well. That doesn't mean I can't or won't top your ass if I'm in a mood, but I will ALWAYS take your load.

Just this morning, the Pride Center here in the Ft Lauderdale ( Wilton Manors to be exact) area sent out a mass e mailing that all 2nd doses of the monkey pox vaccine were being suspended per the county health dept. so more 1st dose shots could be given. I hope this will indeed help slow the spread, and by the time the additional vials of the vaccine become available the urgency will still be there within the community to get it, and not skipped. Especially if the number of cases drops as more 1st doses are given. The immunity response is a lot greater, almost 96%, with a second dose- and I just have a concern if guys lose interest in the 2nd shot, a strain will break thru much like covid that the current, effective vaccine will not be able to stop.

This might be an unpopular opinion, but be prepared to pull out at the last minute if he gets cold feet. He hasn't taken this step before, and while it's no big deal to those of us who have, it's going to be huge for him. You two might have a great connection in bed and he might be 100% into it, but the moment of truth is going to come if/when he senses you're about to finish. If he gets cold feet and changes his mind, try not to get upset and by all means, pull out. Otherwise it spills into non-consensual territory and that can be a legal mess for you.

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[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_jwWXYhuPETWZ Dark and Nasty!

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

This is so true! Only those who've experienced it in a good way get it. The feeling and bond is so intense and so natural with us too. We felt it the first time we decided to become intimate together and became instantly addicted. It was a very emotional experience.

This is so cool. I hope someday I will be able to say this! My dad and I learned together about gay sex and have been making love since I was 9. We have had our ups and downs and struggled with whether or not to continue but keep coming back to each other because it feels so right and good. I don't ever want it to end.

Part 6 The next week was rough for me for a couple of reasons. The guys in my dorm definitely heard the guard fucking me. Or more precisely, they’d heard me taking it. Messages started appearing on my door “Fuck me! AH! Fuck me!” And “Give me that big cock!” One day, some of the guys were in the room next to mine and I could hear them fake moaning and yelling “I love that long cock! Let me ride it! Oh! Yeah! That’s so fucking good!” I’d never kept being gay a secret — I was out from the start on campus. But I’d always kept my sex life more private. Now everyone knew I took cock up my ass. That was something I didn’t necessarily want people knowing. On top of their bullshit, I wasn’t feeling well on Monday. I tried to push through it, but ended up leaving class early, despite my best efforts. Fever. Chills. Nausea. I told myself I must have gotten too much sun combined with the hot, muggy weather we’d been having. Certainly didn’t help that the dorms didn’t have A/C, so I couldn’t even get a decent rest. And after a couple days I pushed through it and made it back into class Thursday. Thursday evening it was raining. Campus was not well lit in places making it difficult to go for a good run after dark. I decided to go to the old gym on campus that night to run. There was a decent track on the upper level that overlooked the basketball court. The old gym was a good place to pick up games of basketball, floor hockey, volleyball, and to use the track. It was close to the older dorms where we were being housed this summer. There were a few people shooting hoops, but otherwise the gym was quiet. I had worn my running clothes, so I warmed up watching them play, then started my run on the track. There were a few really cute players, only one who I recognized. That surprised me since the campus isn’t that big, and by the end of the year you’ve seen all the faces. They were around my age. Could be a summer program on campus I hadn’t seen, or maybe some townies coming to play. I put on my headphones and ran for about 45 minutes. Then I needed to pee. I ran down the steps the basement, noting that the basketball court was empty now. The bathrooms are in the far corner of the building, and the hallway was dark except for the red light coming from the EXIT sign. It had the creepy feeling to it. I decided to take one of the headphones out of my ear. At the end of the hallway, around the corner, I could see light coming from the men’s locker room. I stepped inside and up to the urinal. That’s when I heard an odd sound on the other side of the wall. I listened while I was peeing, trying to make out the sound. Finally, when I was done, I went through the half door into the locker area. It was darker here, with just one light in the corner. But the shower room was lit, and that’s where I was hearing the sound. I walked back to the showers, now hearing the water running. The cadence sounded like someone washing themselves, with occasional splashes of water striking the tile floor. I don’t think I’d ever been back in the shower room before – why bother when my own dorm showers are close? I didn’t think anyone used these – maybe faculty or commuter students? I did a casual walk over to the shower side of the locker room, peeking around the corner. The showers were classic for a building this old – a single room set in the back. I didn’t see any partitions or curtains. I’m not sure why, but I decided to go back there. I just felt this tingly sensation across my body that was motivating me. I knew it would look weird if I walked back there fully clothed, so I started stripping down. That was when I noticed a little pile of clothes on the end of a bench. I finished undressing quickly and walked back into the shower area. It was smaller than I expected; eight shower heads in a ten-by-ten space. Very cozy. A guy around my age was standing there. He was a little taller than me, but not by much. An athletic build, but not too muscled – just really nicely defined. He had dark hair and caramel skin tone from head to toe. His long legs looked sculpted, and I couldn’t miss his bubble ass. The poor guy visibly jumped – obviously startled by my walking into the shower. “AHH!” “Sorry,” I apologized. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” “I didn’t hear you! I didn’t know anyone else was down here. There’s a security guard who comes in, but you can always hear his radio and keys.” That should have been a clue to me, but it didn’t register in the moment. I was too focused on his face. A week’s worth of beard growth, trimmed short and neat. He had dark brown eyes and curly hair that was razored short on the sides. He was adorable! “Sorry,” was all I could think to say. I turned on a shower and started wetting myself. The water was cool which felt really good. The air down here felt even muggier than upstairs, and I unexpectedly starting feeling more refreshed. We both showered in awkward silence for a minute, nothing but the sound of splashing water in the room. I looked over tentatively. What was I doing? I’m in the basement of the gym, naked in the shower with someone. Now what am I going to do? This isn’t some porn video where he’s going to drop to his knees and blow me. But I was also totally turned on. His legs made me think of a dancer’s, and was was totally captivated by him. “I’m Justin,” I said awkwardly. “I’m Benicio. Most people call me Ben.” An interesting name. “I don’t recognize you. You live on campus?” “No. My mother’s a professor here. I’m visiting her for part of the summer.” We started chatting about ourselves. He was going into his senior year at a university in the Northeast. His parents were divorced and his father returned overseas a few years ago with his company, so he doesn’t see him often. Benicio, it turns out, was his grandfather’s name; he was half Jewish and half Brazilian. We’d been talking for a short time when it occurred to me that Ben was still here and showering. He’d been showering for at least 5 minutes before I came in. My heart started beating a little faster. “What brought you to campus? I saw some guys shooting hoops upstairs.” He laughed and shook his head. “Not me. Ball isn’t really my thing. I was just walking campus tonight.” That struck me as odd. Why did he need to shower if he was just walking on campus? “Do you come down here much?” He asked. I shook my head. “I’ve never been down here before.” The truth was out of my mouth before I thought about it. How do I explain why I came down here? “Didn’t you say you’re living on campus?” Oh oh. “I am.” I didn’t know what else to say. “And this is better than the dorm showers?” “Not really. Just convenient at the moment.” I also realized in that moment that I didn’t have shampoo or a towel with me. Or even a brush to comb my hair after. Nothing to dry off with when I was done. This was stupidly obvious. What was I doing? We continued to shower, silence just hanging there. I think I was on my third time washing myself head to toe using the dispenser on the wall. Benecio had to have done it at least five times. “I’m surprised you’ve never been down here before,” he said. “Why’s that?” “I dunno. Just convenient, I guess.” Another minute of showering in silence. “What brings you down here?” I asked. “I moved here when I was a senior in high school and my mom started teaching here. They let me take a couple college classes that year, so I would come use the library and stuff. I heard about this place from one of the security guards.” Click! “Blonde? Really tall?” I suggested. “Yeah.You know him?” “I met him in the dorm last weekend.” My heart started racing. There was a game going on here, and we were both fishing for something, but afraid to show our cards. Were we talking about the same guy from security. We must be. There weren’t that many security guards on campus, and most were a lot older; the guy from Sunday was definitely younger than most. “You just got hard,” Benicio said. “What?” He nodded toward my body. “You got hard when I asked about the guard.” I looked down. My cock was standing straight out. There was no way to hide it. I stammered, grasping for something to say, and coming up totally empty. Then I noticed Ben was smiling at me, and one hand slid across his own hardon. “You too,” I said. “Yeah.” Silence took over again. We were both standing in the showers, our cocks rock hard, and clearly not knowing what to do next. All sort of scenarios went through my head. But what if I was reading all the signs wrong? “He bring you down here?” Was all I could come up with to ask. “The first time, I mean.” “The first time. And he’s shown up a few times when I’ve come down here. I thought he might show up tonight; I saw him earlier in one of the jeeps.” He turned and his dick swung side to side a little. Benicio was no longer hiding anything. “Did he fuck you?” I asked a bit sheepishly. The room fell quiet again, except for the sound of water. “Yeah,” Ben answered, looking away as he said it. “What about you?” I nodded. “Yeah he did.” That was the final straw for both of us. Benecio took a step toward me, and I closed the space between us. I ran my hands across his chest, feeling the short hairs prickle against my fingers. He reached down with one hand and squeezed my cock; the other hand ran up and down my abs. We started exploring each other’s body. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He docked the heads of our cocks together; I moaned a little and smiled at him. We’d been avoiding eye contact, but had finally looked up. Benicio had that mix of gentleness in his eyes and a masculine face. Caramel skin with dark hair and a the trim facial hair. I ran a hand under his chin to feel the short hairs. We both leaned in and shared a first kiss. It started slowly with our lips brushing, and then I felt his tongue gently lick my lips. It was hesitant until I responded, tickling his tongue with my own. We pulled each other closer and started making out. [If you’re enjoying this new installment, let me know. Can just click the blue heart or leave a message. I really appreciate all the support for this story!]

Do you think you can handle me faggot? I will stretch your hole so much that you will be able to take a full sized baseball bat easily with a little spit. Maybe I can even choke you out then when you wake up the bat will be driving in and out of your sloppy cunt and you have a new black eye.

Yesterday I awoke horny but had to get my car serviced. Thankfully that only took a couple of hours, so what do with the rest of the day? Oh, I know, breeding session at the sauna. I drove to the park and ride, subway into the City and I was at the sauna by half 12. After prepping and a shower, new bottle of French poppers in hand, I headed downstairs to the "suck a thon" area. Well, it was busy! Lots of cock sucking going on. I lubed up my hole and got into position on the couch. Not 2 minutes passed before the first cock of the day entered my cunt. Tall muscly lad too. Amazing to feel a cock in me again. He went to town and after 5 minutes, the first load of the day was coating my innards. Two more cocks quickly followed, both blowing in me. There was another bottom here by now, super sexy bear cub. Stocky, stubble and just the right amount of fat to make him totally fuckable. I couldn't resist, I wanted that hole. We made out on the bench, this got me hard and I entered his cunt. It was smooth and silky, obviously pre-loaded. A sexy lad like this would be popular. I built up the tension, got close to cumming but backed off. I knew if I came I'd lose all iterest in sex and would have to leave. It was too early for that and I could sense today was going to be a good day. I withdrew, telling the lad I'd breed him later. I headed upstairs to my favourite part of the sauna, the sling in the dark room. It's super comfy, unlike most slings in sex premises. I was only in it for 5 minutes before a 30ish lad entered the alcove. He went straight for my hole, still well sloppy from my earlier breeding. I'm lucky to have a fuckable hole, most cocks that enter it blow a load and this lad was no exception. He held onto the railing as he plowed my hole, being verbal as he blew. I was dizzy with poppers by now, but wanted more. Back downstairs I went, to be greeted by 2 bottoms being fucked on the bench, including the sexy bear cub I'd fucked earlier. Standing at the upstairs level was an alpha male, stroking his impressive 9 incher. I went to the lower level and his cock appeared through the glory hole. Now oral is OK for starters, but I was there to be bred so I went over to the other side of the bench, opposite the 2 bottoms still being fucked. The alpha male followed, got behind me and rammed home his cock. What an awesome top he was, rough, verbal and hung. 3 bottoms all being fucked together, would have made a great porno. Alpha male blew a massive load into me. The cum was dribbling down my leg when he pulled out. I headed back upstairs to the dark room. There was some activity in the corner, too dark to get much detail but they were enjoying themselves. I decided to hover nearby without disturbing them, cummy hole sticking out. Nothing happened and I went to leave only for a hand to feel my hole as I passed. Mmmm, this was promising. Another muscly lad, well hung too. I leaned against the wall and another cock was in my hole. Biggest and longest one of the night. I felt the presence of his companion beside him, he was stroking his cock as his mate climaxed in me. This was going to be a tag team fuck, my favourite. I felt the contractions of his cock as he blew, he pulled out, slapped my arse and another cock was in me. He blew in a couple of minutes, awesome. I headed back downstairs, nobody around but I got into position on the bench and waited. In came a bear, mid 30s and stroking. My hole was anticipating another breeding and that's what happened. He took his time, at least 10 minutes. He pulled out and started wanking, his breathing getting faster. Thankfully he rammed his cock back into me as he climaxed, leaving another deposit of cum in my cunt. I lost count of how many loads I got yesterday, a dozen at least, probably more. I was fucked for so long that the bear cub had left by now. It was one of those afternoons where the planets aligned, lots of action, tops galore and no prissy twinks high on shit I went home a happy slut, my hole filled to the brim with cum.

This requires at least three pig emogies

Part 7: Will Meets Dr. Wade I spent my day doing something I had never done before. I sought out as much gay porn as I could find. Sure, I had seen straight porn before. At one point, I had fantasized about eating a woman’s pussy and even impregnating a woman. Now, all I wanted was to suck a dick and have Dominic impregnate me. My searching took me down the rabbit hole. I saw everything. There was a great deal that I knew I would never try, but there were other videos I found myself surprisingly turned on by. I watched as one man peed into another man’s mouth, and I found my cock rising to life. Never had I thought about putting my mouth anywhere near urine. Even when I got some on my hand when using the bathroom I freaked out. I saw men sticking metal rods into their dicks, something they called sounding. It looked like a UTI waiting to happen, but it also looked hot. All the while, I watched the tops and bottoms, wondering what it would be like to fuck someone like Dominic does. I still hadn’t fucked anyone with my dick. I’d jerked it off and had it sucked by Dom, but that was it. Would Dominic let me fuck him, I wondered. I’d never thought about my role before. For Dominic, I was a bottom, but would I always be a bottom with him? Would I be a bottom with everyone? Would there be other people other than Dominic? There was so much I still didn’t know. Once I had masturbated six times, my loads thinner with each jerk off, I stumbled out to the kitchen to get some more water. I wore nothing but the dirty jock strap which I had been using to collect the loads. It was soaked through and showed all manner of stains. I was excited to wear it to the gym for the first time, adding my sweat to the mix. I already knew Dominic’s essence was infused within the fabric. It would be my turn soon. There was a knock on the door. I checked the time and realized how late it was. Dominic didn’t have a key, and the spare he had used was in the kitchen where he left it all those days ago. He’d need to keep it until I had one made. Feeling a bit sexy as I stood in just a jock, I sauntered to the door, ready to greet the man who would be fucking my brains out. Instead, I found Pastor Kline. He stood holding a container of soup which he nearly dropped upon seeing me almost completely naked. “Will,” he gasped. “Mark,” I said, ducking back behind the door. “I’m so sorry. I thought… well… I wasn’t thinking. My brains in a bit of a haze. You know I wouldn’t open my door like this normally.” “Of course,” he said. He craned his neck, eyes looking for what was behind the door. “How are you feeling?” “Better,” I told him. “I should be good enough to be back this Sunday.” “Don’t rush yourself,” he said, his eyes still distracted. “We’d hate to have you falling over in the lobby as you greeted everyone.” “I feel so much better. I’ll most definitely be back.” “That’s great to hear,” he said. “This is for you. My wife thought you’d like some soup. It always does the trick for me.” “Thanks,” I said, taking the soup. “Do you know what it was?” he asked. “Not yet,” I told him. “Could just be a bug.” “Could be,” he said. “Maybe food poisoning,” I added, seeing behind him Dominic coming down the hall. “Uh…” Pastor Kline turned, spotting Dominic. “Mr. Moore? This is a surprise.” “Yes,” Dominic said, his pace slowing. “It is.” “What are you doing here?” “Uh, well…” “He brought me some food the other day,” I lied. “You see, we were supposed to have a meeting on Tuesday, but because I didn’t feel well, I canceled. He felt bad for me and brought me food so I didn’t starve.” “Great minds think alike,” Pastor Kline said. “I told you, Dominic, that I could bring the containers to church with me Sunday,” I said, trying to act cool. “You didn’t have to come all this way.” “Well, I thought I’d just check in since I was in the neighborhood.” “Isn’t that nice,” Pastor Kline said. “Seeing someone who has only started to become a part of our family already making connections.” “Great connections,” Dominic said, passing me a quick wink. “Well, thank you, Pastor Kline,” I said, pulling the container of soup into my apartment. “I’ll see you Sunday.” “Sounds good, Will,” he said, leaving my door. He watched as Dominic continued forward. Dominic and I mimed a conversation until Pastor Kline was out of sight. “That could have been bad,” Dominic said. “I thought he was you,” I said. “We don’t look alike,” he said. “I mean, he’s good looking and all…” “I answered the door like this,” I said, stepping out to show him the lone jock strap. “Fuck,” he said, smiling. “How much did he see?” “Everything,” I told him. “I lied and said I just wasn’t thinking clearly.” “That explains why he was so stunned.” “I’ve got to be careful,” I told him. Dominic followed me inside. “I was able to get you an appointment Sunday,” he told me as I placed the soup in the fridge. “After church, of course.” “What appointment?” “To see if you’re poz,” he said. “But I have the fuck flu,” I reminded him. “Still, we need to make sure.” “Wait,” I said. “I just said I didn’t want anyone to find out. How am I supposed to go to a doctor without everyone finding out? Everyone around here knows the church. They’ll recognize me. Everyone will find out.” “I got you an appointment with my doctor,” he said. “On a Sunday?” “He owes me a favor,” Dominic told me. “What kind of favor?” “I pozzed him,” he said. “See, this one’s him.” He pointed out one of the tally marks on his arm. “You pozzed your doctor?” “I pozzed him before he was my doctor,” Dominic said. “We met online. He was a chaser and wanted to get pozzed. I offered my services. After he told me he was a doctor, I figured it was better to have not only a gay doctor as a friend but also one that understands all the kinks guys like us enjoy. He won’t tell anyone.” “If you’re sure,” I said. “Alright. After church.” Dominic and I fucked several times before Sunday, even sneaking one in before church. We arrived in different cars so no one would suspect us. As I stood in the lobby greeting everyone, I shook his hand just as I did with everyone. Everyone looked at me like the good man they all wanted their sons to become as they got older. Little did they know that the mouth that was greeting them had been sucking a dick only an hour before, poz cum running down my throat and into my stomach. We got to the doctor’s office to find only one vehicle in the parking lot. Their sign said they were closed, but Dominic said a door in the back had been left unlocked for us. He guided me inside and into an exam room in which a man was sitting. “Dom,” he said, standing and shaking hands. “How are you?” “I’m good,” he said. “The business is doing well.” “I hope so,” he said. “I’m hoping to get in soon for another tattoo. And who is this?” “Sorry. This is Will. Will, this is Doctor Wade.” Doctor Wade was shorter than Dominic and I, but his body was muscular, showing that he spent a good amount of time working out. His grip nearly crushed my hand. He was handsome, blonde hair which was styled perfectly. His eyes were a pure blue. “It’s good to meet you, Will,” he said. “And don’t worry, Dominic already told me all about you being worried that I’d tell people about you. Don’t worry. I’m the picture of discretion.” “Thanks,” I said. “We better get started,” he said. “I’m going to be taking some blood samples from you. If you could just strip down.” Dominic took a seat as I removed my clothes. Once I got down to the jock strap, Doctor Wade stretched out a hand, waving for me to hand over the jock. “This thing has seen some action,” he said. “Do you mind?” “No,” I said, not knowing what he meant. Doctor Wade lifted the jock to his nose and breathed deep. Seeing this man inhale my cum along with every other odor helped shoot my dick straight up. “There’s nothing better,” he said, placing the jock down on one of the open chairs. “Looks like Dom has found himself a hung bottom.” He went to the counter and opened a drawer, extracting a short measuring tape. He ran it along my dick. “Eight inches. You tear up holes too?” “No,” I said. “Not yet,” Dominic added. Doctor Wade sat on a stool and examined my dick, moving down to my balls. “Not just a big dick. You’ve got large testicles. Is your dad this big?” “I’m not sure,” I said. “I’ve never seen him naked.” “You’re a genetics jackpot,” he said. “Brothers?” “Two,” I said. “How about them?” “Jay’s dick is smaller,” I said. “His is thicker, though. Zack’s is the same size as me.” “This is a family I’d like to meet,” Doctor Wade said. “Hop on the table and I’ll start getting samples.” Dominic watched as Doctor Wade collected his samples. Once they were taken, Doctor Wade left us in the room while he started the tests. “How do you feel?” Dominic asked. “A little nervous,” I said. “I don’t know why. I already know I’m poz.” “This’ll be the proof,” Dominic said. His hand had started rubbing his dick through his pants. As I watched, my own dick started to harden, standing at attention once more. I started running my hand along my shaft, a bead of precum collecting at the top. “We’ll have your results in a few minutes,” Doctor Wade said as he entered the room. He looked at Dominic and me, a smile filling his face. “You know, it’s been a while since I’ve been fucked. Are there any takers?” “How about Will?” Dominic suggested. “Me?” I asked. “But, I haven’t fucked anyone before.” “Then I’ll be your happy first,” Doctor Wade said. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a ripped chest beneath. He was hairless, his muscles clearly seen. As he removed his pants, I took the time to notice the tattoos on his body. There was a tribal tattoo on his shoulder while a scorpion tattoo was on his right peck. With his pants removed, he slipped out of his underwear, revealing a six inch dick which looked to be the same thickness of a soda can. He’d easily tear someone open from just his girth. Above his dick were the words, “Demon Dick” in cursive. “Let’s switch places,” he said. I climbed off the table, Doctor Wade taking my place. In his hand he held a bottle of lube and a popper vial. He squirted some of the lube in his hand and reached down to his ass, slathering his hole. He gave me the lube as he started taking hits off the poppers. I squirted some lube on my dick and made sure I was covered. “Fuck,” Doctor Wade said, finishing his hits. “Want some?” “Sure,” I said, taking the poppers. I inhaled, feeling the world spin and my body heat up. “Shove that huge dick inside me,” Doctor Wade said, spreading his cheeks. I’d never seen an asshole before. It looked so small. I couldn’t imagine anything fitting in there. I turned back to Dominic who was watching with interest. He nodded to me, his eyes directed to Doctor Wade’s hole. I tried to remember how Dominic had fucked me. I lined my dick up with Doctor Wade’s hole and slowly started to push inside, feeling slight resistance. “You’ll have to push harder than that,” Dominic said. “You can’t break me,” Doctor Wade told me. “Shove your cock into my hole. Give me your strain.” I did as I was told and shoved hard, my dick disappearing inside. Doctor Wade cried out, his hands tightening their grip on his ass. “Fuck, you’re huge!” “Are you alright?” I asked him. “Fuck, yeah I am,” he growled. “Come on. Fuck the shit out of me.” I pushed the remainder of my dick inside until my pubes met his ass. A wave of pleasure and warmth washed over me, my dick never feeling anything like it. I’d thought my hand could do the job. Turns out I had been wrong. Nothing felt like this. I pulled out slow and then pushed back in, trying to remember how I had seen them doing it in porn. I was clumsy at first, Dominic and Doctor Wade giving me orders. Soon, I was fucking Doctor Wade’s ass without a problem. “Fuck, you’re tearing me open,” he groaned. “I can feel you in my chest.” “Fuck, really?” I asked, wiping beads of sweat from my forehead. I could feel myself getting close. I looked back at Dominic and found him holding up his phone, recording us. “What are you doing, Will?” Dominic asked? “I’m fucking Doctor Wade,” I said, keeping my rhythm up. “And is this your first time fucking someone with your dick?” “Yes,” I said. “And what kind of cum are you going to shoot?” “Poz cum.” “And who pozzed you?” “You did, Daddy.” “And who else did I poz?” “You pozzed Doctor Wade.” “And now you’re giving him another round of poz cum?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Are you going to shoot?” Doctor Wade called, his hand jerking off his own dick. “I’m ready to cum.” “Almost,” I said, my thrusts quicker. “Fucking shoot in my hole,” Doctor Wade said. “Knock me up with your babies. Give me your poz cum. Infect me again.” “I’m infecting you with my poz cum.” “Do it. Shoot in me. Fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” Doctor Wade’s hole tightened around my dick, pulling me further inside him as ropes of cum shot out of his dick, splattering his face, chest, and abs. From his spasms my body shot into overdrive. “I’m cumming,” I cried, closing my eyes as the most powerful orgasm shook my body. My cock wouldn’t stop shooting into his ass, my cum flowing out of me like a faucet. I held onto Doctor Wade’s legs for support, my body shaking. “Fuck, it just keeps coming,” Doctor Wade said, looking down at me as my body continued to squirt more of my cum inside him. “You should have been a sperm donor.” “He’ll be donating his sperm,” Dominic said with a wicked smile. “It’ll be a little different than that, though.” Once my orgasm had ended, my cock slipped out of Doctor Wade’s ass, a drop of cum hanging from the head. Looking down, I realized I was seeing my cock for the first time being used as it was meant to be used. Doctor Wade climbed down from the table and handed me some wipes to clean myself up. He didn’t clean himself up, though. Instead, he left the room with my cum dripping out of his ass and his cum dripping down his body. “What’ll you do with that?” I asked Dominic, pointing at his phone. “I’m going to keep it so we can watch later,” he said. “Don’t worry. It won’t go online.” As I finished cleaning myself, I realized that there was a part of me that didn’t care if it was put online. There was a part of me that wanted other men to see me fucking someone like Doctor Wade. I wanted people to know that I had a huge dick and could keep cumming for what felt like an eternity. I wanted people to know. “Well,” Doctor Wade said, reentering the room. “I’ve got the results right here.” “And?” Dominic and I asked. “Congratulations,” Doctor Wade told us. “You’re positive. You’ve officially joined the brotherhood.” I turned to Dominic who was sporting the biggest smile I had ever seen anyone wear. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, holding my naked body close. “I’m so proud,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “Now, you’ll have a piece of me with you forever.” “I’m yours forever,” I whispered back, meaning it.

It's so horny hearing the door squeak and footsteps behind you. It's ages since I hosted, but I always loved the sounds leading up to be fucked.

I'm currently working on getting a father and son (both bi) in a threesome, so ABSOLUTELY YES.

Part 2 – The Fleshlight I was far from done. I picked up the piss-tube spewing urine all over the floor, and shoved it back into my whore’s mouth, pulling the mask back over his head as he looked at me with pleading eyes. While his cunt was surely loose at this point, he was going to need some extra help for what I was about to do to him. I rummaged through my bag, eventually pulling out a bottle of poppers with a special-made bottle cap with two separate openings poking out of it. I attach one of the openings to the whore’s breathing tube, and immediately felt the air flowing in and out the other end. Then, I found the screw at the base of the cap, which I slowly start turning, releasing poppers into the tube. I brought the end of the tube to my nostrils and took a deep hit, carefully adjusting the flow of chemical fumes to a rate that would fry the whore’s brain, but not completely knock him out. Getting horny again, I walked over to his hole. It was glorious: puffy, red, and most of all: used. The parts of his ass that weren’t covered in a sheen of sweat had cum hanging off them, sliding down his taint and clumping around his sparsely haired balls, dropping into the piss puddle below. His ass lips looked tired, unable to fully close, but not quite at a resting gape just yet, the beautiful red of his insides fighting against the sphincter – a rosebud just beginning to form. I grabbed my dick, carefully scooping up strangers’ cum as I brought it up to his opening, pushing in just a little, testing out those worn-out pussy lips. No resistance. Perfect. I pulled out, easily replacing my dick with three callused fingers, roughly pulling them in and out as I played with the boy’s prostate, eliciting a muffled moan. This should have been uncomfortable for him at this point, given the abuse he’s already been subjected to, but I guess the steady influx of poppers and chem piss were doing their job. I add in a fourth finger and pushed in deeper, past my knuckles and up to where the thumb meets the palm. This time, there was some resistance, and while the whore still moaned, he also pulled away a little. I watched his pussy lips loosen and tighten around my hand as I twisted it around inside. I teased the whore, gliding my cum-slick fingers along his prostate as I stretched his cunt every which way, hearing him moan, lightly rocking himself back-and-forth into my hand. I continued like this for a while, leading him closer and closer to orgasm. Soon he was panting like a bitch in heat, and I smiled knowing that the quicker and more deeply he breathes, the more those poppers would be frying his useless brain. Just as well. Better for him to be as fucked up as possible for what was coming next. With a sadistic smirk, I added my thumb to the next onslaught of his cunt, meeting the last bits of resistance the whore had to offer. I could hear his groans take on an air of pained urgency as he tried to pull his ass forward, away from my advancing fist. But it was no use. With his hands and knees shackled to the floor, the whore yelped and screamed into his gag until something in his sphincter just gave way, and my whole hand slipped through, engulfed by his newly forming pussy lips. His yelling was punctuated by deep breaths, each imbued with a potent haze of poppers, steadily relaxing him a little more into the fist lodged inside his guts. Not wanting him to get accustomed too quickly, I slowly plowed forward, pushing deeper and deeper into his insides with every squeal escaping the battered whore. Again, I met with resistance, but instead of pushing further, I pulled back – I wanted that bend in his colon to stay exactly where it was. Or at least where my dick left it. Continuing my retreat, I dragged the many loads coating his intestines out with my fist, leaving behind a gaping, creampie of a mess. Again, I dove in, meeting less resistance. I couldn’t tell if his sphincter was finally busted from all the abuse, or relaxed from the poppers frying his brain, but I knew I wouldn’t stop until his gape was permanent and his brain a pile of incoherent mush. I continued to fist him, harder, faster, punchfucking his weakening hole until the whore moaned and groaned with every insertion. But I never went deeper. Always I would pause at that bend in his colon, keeping another piece of him intact to later break and torture. The whore’s moans soon followed the predictable rhythm of my fist breaching his hole, and he started swaying back-and-forth, impaling himself on my arm. With my other hand, I reached underneath his stomach, finding the whore hard and leaking. Surprised the bitch could even get hard after all the chem piss and drugs he’d been force fed, I continued my onslaught of his guts, while his movements caused the whore to jerk himself on my hand. I increased my tempo, hearing his breathing become heavier, more labored, flooding his brain with poppers, with his dick getting harder and harder in my hand. Soon, I was standing still, watching this bitch in heat fuck himself on my forearm, greedily huffing in the fuck fumes killing off any rational thought. Then, just as he stuck himself as deep on my arm as he could go, he started cumming, his body shaking with every throb of his dick, emptying himself into my waiting hand. I waited for him to finish before pulling my forearm from his hole, and reached once more into my bag of supplies, fishing out a giant butt plug of ungodly girth – another toy I had special-made for an occasion such as this. Longer than my dick, and thicker still, even at its thinnest near the base, this butt plug doubled over as a fleshlight, perfect for loose cunts stretched beyond recognition, since it could still accommodate just about any cock around. And to top it off, a metallic spike at the tip. This bitch was about to have his insides shredded! I coated the butt plug with the whore’s worthless load and slowly began the insertion, ignoring the exhausted screams emanating from behind the mask. The truth is I wanted the whore to cum just before this part. Not to give him any pleasure, but to make sure this part was as uncomfortable as possible. I wanted him to be drained of all enjoyment, and his wrecked prostate to be completely worn out as his insides get packed with a log-sized toy. As it got near the bend in his colon, his screams intensified in urgency, probably due to the spike scraping along his insides. Soon, we were near the end, and with one final, painful push, I jammed the whole thing in there, his sphincter enclosing around the base, his real pussy showcase the fake one filling it. I got up to remove the poppers from the whore’s breathing tube, and not even 10 seconds passed before a cock found its way into the fleshlight, each thrust causing the toy to roughly scrape away at the whore’s intestines. As soon as the poppers were removed, the breathing tube was immediately filled with thick, white clouds. The whore just couldn’t get a break. I left him like that for a while, letting my dick rise as I watched him get stabbed repeatedly with every fucker that forced his way into the fleshlight, knowing the night would soon come to an end. Then, taking a few final hits of the poppers myself, I removed the whore’s mask once again and reattached the mouth spreader, fucking the piss out of him a second time. I let others have a go at his mouth as I started packing up the mask, waiting until the guy using the whore’s fake cunt finished dumping his load to pull the monster of a butt plug out, anxious to see if his insides would be pulled out with it. For a second, it seemed likely, with his distended, puffy ass lips dragging along the surface of the black toy, but once I pulled it out, they simply fell back into place, looser than ever before. No prolapse. I nevertheless decided to be satisfied with the impressive gape that was left behind: his hole was bathed in frothy white cum, covered with bloody streaks of pink from getting internally impaled over and over. I sunk my fist in him one last time, enjoying the total lack of resistance and hearing him utter a low moan halfway between pleasure and pain as my forearm easily slid into his velvety tender insides. “Alright guys, wrap it up! This bitch is done for the night!” I announced to the room when I pulled my arm out. I removed the fleshlight lining from inside the plug, dropping the outer layer into my bag and bringing the fleshlight with me. Again, I waited for the person using him to finish cumming, this time in his mouth. When he pulled out, I lifted my whore’s face, mouth spreader still attached, and started pouring the contents of the fleshlight into his mouth, watching the white spunk disappear down his throat. I removed the mouth spreader, then his wrist and ankle restraints, letting the whore just collapse on the floor as I packed them away with the rest of my things. Fleshlight still in hand, I turned the whore over with a kick, and squeezed the remaining dregs of cum onto his wounds – the cuts and scrapes on his hands and knees from rocking back-and-forth on the concrete floor – before grabbing the rest of my things and carrying the whore out. The bitch needed a break, and I needed time to come up with new ways to abuse his hole.

Actually, I just noticed this too ... and no - I've never heard of this as a fetish either. I think it's half as likely as not the bottom would sneeze - spraying the load out on everything around him. Aren't we just a bunch of perverts, trying every conceivable thing .... <grin>

Anyone know where this is from? Is it a video? It really hits all my buttons 😈

Scorpion man sighed happily and stood back, his glistening cock flopping out of Peter's arsehole along with a gush of cum. The older guy with the thinning hair raised his eyebrow questioningly at me and I smiled and nodded. "Knock him up," I whispered. Peter was still bent over a wash basin gasping from having been roughly fucked, and didn't resist as the man got behind him and slid his diseased cock up my friend. "Oh..oh...oh yeah!" Peter gasped, thrusting his arse up and back to meet the old guy's thrusts. The man raised his tee-shirt and looked down at his cock as he fucked, an evil grin on his face. The other two had dropped their pants and were wanking furiously. One was old, fat with a jolly face dripping with sweat. It seemed a shame to make them wait. I quickly dropped trousers and underwear and bent over next to Peter and offered my bottom to the old man who gratefully waddled behind me and slid his cock in. It was so slick with precum it didn't need any lube, and I relaxed into his thrusts. Peter looked at me beside him and smiled. I leant sideways and kissed him as we were bred, our bellies soon filled with old men's sperm. When All four had bred us, they quickly dressed and left us gasping and naked from the waist down over the wash-basins. I reached and fingered Peter's dripping hole and he did the same for mine, then we licked our fingers and shuddered with the filthiness of it. Then a voice said "What the hell's going on here?"....

Neg, but been with poz, so who knows. It's too early to tell

You have to decide for yourself. But if they are insistent on you fucking them, then make it very clear in the email exchange that you are HIV POZ and play raw, that you will not use condoms, you will not pull out and that there is a chance that they may end up with HIV. I have found that most neg guys who contact me on A4A or bbrts, tend to only look at a few stats and not want to see a persons status. But here is the other question for you, what if the person has in their profile, when it comes to HIV the answer does not care. Would you still be willing to fuck them? In this day and age, if a person is going to bareback, or engage in sex, they should also be willing to accept the risks and be under the belief that the person they are having sex with may have some STD or multiple STD's.