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Chapter 1. Tom and I had been married for a few years. We’d been to a few neighborhood parties that had smoothly transitioned into boystown swinger parties. We usually wound up leaving just as things were getting steamy, and we’d go home and have great sex. At one party, we wound up staying a bit later and swapping with a hot couple. We had seen these guys out and about but didn’t even know their names, or their status. It was the first time I watched Tom take a stranger’s raw dick. It made it even hotter knowing I was raw-fucking Tom’s top’s boyfriend. The top bred my husband as I filled up his boyfriend’s butt. We later learned their names were Bill and Mike. When Tom and I got home, I fucked another load into Tom’s hole using the stranger’s cum as lube. I slid into my husband with my dick still smeared with the stranger’s boyfriend’s ass juices. Tom moaned as I pounded his squishy hole describing how amazing it felt being raw-fucked by a total stranger. I was so turned on, I came in my husband’s hole, mixing my load with what the other guy had deposited. I had Tom sit on my face and gleefully ate as much seed as his hole could squeeze out. We knew we hadn’t been safe with the strangers and decided we enjoyed it enough to open things up a little. To be responsible, knowing we’d both be playing bareback from time to time, we should both go on PrEP. I was pretty good at taking my pill daily, but over a few months, Tom would forget from time to time, especially if I didn’t remind him. Other than a few neighborhood swaps, we were usually mostly monogamous… mostly. We knew it was only a matter of time until one of us hooked up without the other one there. Well, I had had a fling with this sexy guy a few months ago while Tom was out of town for a conference. Before he headed out, Tom and I discussed the possibility of raw-fucking with other guys. We promised to be open about it and to faithfully stay on our PrEP. I met this guy, Andy, at the gym. Andy is on the short size, well-toned, and a chest and bubble butt covered in light brown fur. He flirted with me across the room flaunting his bulge and muscled ass in tight shorts. We chatted each other up in the locker room and went for coffee Afterwards, Andy came home with me. I’d never had sex in our bed with anyone other than my husband, and here I was about to breed a practical stranger. We rolled around, and he made me cum, twice. Andy liked it kind of rough and asked me to hold his throat while pounding him. His hard cock bounced around as I railed his ass. He grabbed my hand, begging me to really choke him. That made him shoot his load all over his furry belly. I scooped it up and smeared my bare cock with his cum before fucking it back into him. My first load went deep in Andy’s hole, and I snapped a few pics to share with my husband. After breeding Andy, he toyed with my balls and noted that they still seemed full to him. He begged me to breed him again. I told him I rarely came twice, and he just winked at me. He talked dirty as he fondled my balls begging me to fill him up again. I pounded him even harder than before as he moaned. My second load went deep in Andy’s tight raw hole as he came a second time all over our sheets. I took a pic of the sweaty mess we’d made and sent it to Tom. The sex with Andy was good we made plans to breed again soon. That night, I described the whole sweaty encounter to Tom and texted him the pics I’d snapped. One of our ‘rules’ was always kiss and tell. Tom jerked off as I told him how good it felt breeding that guy’s furry butt twice. Tom was so horned up that he went on the apps and found a top to come over to his hotel room and stretch out his hole. I got steamy pics at 4AM of stranger who bred my husband really pounding his hole, leaving him leaking cum. Tom gave me the details the following morning when we next spoke. It made me hard hearing his sexy story and I jerked off twice to the pics of his freshly-fucked hole seeping out a stranger’s load. When Tom got back from his trip, we had great sex as soon as he walked in the door. Only after sliding inside my husband, Tom told me that he'd had the hotel stranger come back and breed him before he flew home. I knew I was sliding around in another man’s seed and it made me cum. I remembered the feeling from when we’d swapped with those guys at the party. I fingered Tom’s used cummy hole and worked some out and jerked him off with it. Tom asked me if I liked sliding into his cummy hole, and I reminded him that this was only the second time we’d done it. He told me he always liked getting fucked twice and offered to bring loads him from time to time in his ass. Just talking dirty about me sliding into another man’s creampie was enough to push us both over the edge. I added my load to what was already sloshing around in Tom’s guts just as he shot off all over himself. I lapped up his cum and savored the taste as I continued to gobble down what leaked out of his ruined hole. After shooting my load, Tom asked me how Andy had made me cum twice, something he’d rarely been able to coax my cock to do. He loved getting bred twice and thought of getting bred three times might feel even better. I told him that after I’d cum inside Andy, he let my cock start to go soft. Just as I was about to slip out of his ruined seeded hole, Andy had started toying with my balls, rolling them around with his fingertips. It made me go wild. I was rock hard again instantly, and he went back to riding me. My first load dripped out of Andy’s puffy ass lips and down onto my balls. I bred him a second time before sending him on his way. Another rule Tom and I try to respect is to avoid sleepovers. As fun as it would have been to cuddle with Andy overnight, I knew it would be best to save overnights for me and my husband. Having learned the secret of Andy’s ball-tickling technique, Tom regularly coaxed a second load out of me. I messaged Andy a few times over the next couple of weeks and didn’t hear anything back. It wasn’t like I wasn’t having a lot of sex, so I hardly realized it’d been several months since I bred Andy twice. In the meantime, Tom began regularly coming home full of another man’s cum. He’d sit on my face as I ate his ass before mounting my cock. I’d add my load to what he brought me, and then Tom would tickle my balls while telling me about his first breeder. At the end of many days, Tom went to sleep with three loads from two different men oozing out of his stretched-out ass. I especially liked it when his first breeder must have been hung. The only thing better than sliding into Tom’s cummy ass was sliding into his cummy ass when he was really opened-up and loose. If you’ve never raw-fucked an open freshly-seeded ass, you don’t know what you’re missing. More and more often Tom would forget to take his PrEP pill unless I reminded him. One day he came home and sat right on my face. As he ground his sticky crack into my mouth, he told me he’d been bred twice already and he hoped I’d put two more loads in him. He rode my cock as two loads slipped down my dick. He told me he didn’t know the guys’ names, but he was pretty sure one of them was POZ. I asked him if I was fucking a stranger’s POZ cum deeper into his hole and shot my load as he shouted, ‘YES! YES! YES!’ He let me start to go soft and then tickled my balls, just like Andy did. He told me that he had something else naughty to share. He spun around, haunched on my cock and held my face. He looked right into my as as he told me he’d stopped taking his PrEP pills about two weeks earlier. He bounced up and down on my dick as he told me he loved taking POZ cock, especially raw and unprotected. That made me cum again. After we caught our breath, Tom said he’d have to come up with a way to thank Andy sometime. I suggested we share some pics and see if that would get Andy’s attention. As I fingered my husband’s cummy hole, he suggested we track down Bill and Mike sometime and organize a party. We didn’t know that we’d get our chance to share loads with Andy, Bill, and Mike sooner than we could have expected. To be continued…

Chapter 4.2 - Another Fantasy Cums True Ric knocked on Scotty and Dan's door the following night and Dan answered the door wearing only some loose athletic shorts. He saw Scotty naked in the background, kneeling on the bed. A smile slowly grew across Dan's face when he saw Mateo standing next to Ric. They walked in and Dan closed the door, pushing his shorts off right away. "I thought that Scotty might want to try another dick while he watches. That ok?" Ric asked. "Fuck yeah!" Scotty yelled back. "You sure about this? Each time the chances go up" Mateo said as he pulled his shirt off and kicked his shoes to the side. Ric started to take his clothes off and Dan began to help. Scotty joined in and was tugging Mateo's shorts down a few seconds later. "Mmhmm" both Dan and Scotty replied together. Dan started licking over Ric's cock, getting it stiffer by the second. Scotty was only a couple seconds behind Dan and was swallowing Mateo's cock, letting his tongue and lips work over the stiffening shaft. Ric looked over at Mateo and saw the big smile on his face. Both Dan and Scotty were savoring the cocks they were sucking, slowly going down and enjoying the stiff meat in their mouths. Ric wasn't sure Mateo was leaking like he was but it didn't matter since the moans coming from him showed that he liked Scotty's blowjob. Ric knew Dan wasn't going to be able to take all of his cock into his throat, but with a little encouragement he did get to feel a throat around the last inch of his cock. Mateo chuckled and tried the same move on Scotty. To his surprise, he got Scotty's face mashed into his bush and his cock into Scotty's throat. "Bet your ass can take all of it" Ric told Dan and got a muffled "Mmhmm" in reply. A minute later, Ric and Mateo pulled back, their cocks covered in spit. With both cocks out of their mouths, Dan and Scotty turned to each other for a sloppy kiss. Spit dripped off their chins as their tongues danced. With the kiss ending, Ric said "Bend over, on your knees and facing each other." Scotty and Dan did as they were told, with both Ric and Mateo's hands positioning them so their heads were lined up, but a half foot apart. Ric dove in first, shortly followed by Mateo. Grunts came from both bottoms, with only a little pain in their voices. With the earlier help from the dildo stretching their holes, both Ric and Mateo were able to quickly get a good pace going. Ric liked being able to watch his boyfriend fuck. Usually when they had done something like this before, either they were next to each other or across the room. Ric wasn't drilling Dan as hard as a most neg guys that he fucked. He was torn about knocking them up, but they were the ones that wanted to roll the dice. Dan's ass did feel good though and he couldn't resist driving in deeper. After a few minutes of incessant pounding against Dan's inner ring he finally pushed through. A groan filled the room and the other pair knew why. "Oh fuck yeah! Did you take all of it Danny?" Scotty asked breathlessly. All Dan could do was nod as his body quivered. Ric laughed quietly, waiting a moment before resuming his thrusts. The grunts from Dan faded as Ric's cock drove through the ring easier each time. He slowed down and watched Dan lean over and kiss Scotty while they got fucked. Each thrust got him closer to shooting his load so when the kiss ended, he sped up. "Gettin close... Want me to pull out?" Ric asked as he felt the cum start to rise. Dan shoved his ass back, forcing Ric fully into him. "No fuckin way... you bred Scotty... I want it too" Dan said. Ric could feel him try and work his ass muscles tight around his cock. Ric moved his hands to Dan's shoulders and hammered a few seconds before showering Dan's guts with poz seed. Almost immediately, Ric felt Dan's outer ring spasm as he shot ropes of cum all over the floor. A growl came from Mateo as he added his load to Scotty's ass. Both Dan and Scotty fell forward, laying face down on the floor. Ric and Mateo sat down in front of one of the beds, next to each other. "Now I know what Scotty meant when he said he hurt so good yesterday. My ass hurts so bad but it feels so good knowing I took it all and got your load" Dan said, reaching back to feel his battered, cum filled hole. "I took all of Mateo's too. Now I need to feel all of Ric, too" Scotty said looking over and smiling at Ric and Mateo. They talked a little, but Ric could tell that Scotty was still horny and wanted to feel Ric fuck him like he had Dan. After twenty minutes, Scotty pushed himself up on to all fours again and winked at Ric. "Might as well finish the job. Ready, Scotty?" Ric asked. Scotty nodded quickly back at Ric and spread his legs. Ric slid in easily while Mateo found Dan's chute still sore. He was surprised of the lack of cum when he pushed in, guessing that Ric had planted most of his cum deep inside. Ric churned Mateo's load with long strokes, nudging at the second door until he gave a harder shove and breached it. "FUCK!" Scotty cried out and Ric paused, letting him adjust to the throbbing shaft. Mateo plowed slowly, hearing the pain in Dan's groans. He knew there wasn't a point in fucking harder, Ric had already made sure that Dan's body was ready for another invasion of viral cum. Unlike Ric, Mateo wanted to make sure that Dan and Scotty's neg days would soon be over. Even if it didn't happen that day, he hoped to make sure it happened some time. Mateo watched Ric build up his pace and knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. He did the same, getting louder groans from Dan until shots of cum pumped into the abused cunt. Ric planted his cock as deep as he could before firing off four large gobs of cum and then pulling back and pumping the last spurts of seed shallower in the colon. Mateo pulled out first and Ric second. It was clear that neither Dan or Scotty was up for any more. Mateo licked over Ric's shaft, tasting the cum mixture and looking up at Ric with a grin. Dan and Scotty crawled up on the bed, curling up together. "Get some rest and let me know if you want some more" Ric said as they walked out the door. "Now the countdown begins" Ric said to Mateo once they got a few doors down. "Mmhmm, I doubt they'll escape your bug after that" Mateo said. ------ Ric was walking back from the campus gym after a workout when he felt a phone buzz in his backpack. He pulled out the phones and saw messages on both of them. The more interesting one was on his work phone. "Hi. We met a cpl months ago when I won Rawsons contest" was followed by "Wanted to thank u 4 gr8 time and gifts" and "U were right, conversion was a bitch but I was hard whole time" and finally "just got my own first conv." Next was a pic of him getting inked with a black and gray shaded biohazard tattoo with the date Ric fucked him below it on his back, just below his neck. Another pic followed and it was Ken's face pic with huge smile and last was a screenshot of his test results showing his name, a healthy CD4 and a very high viral load. Ric sent back a thumbs up emoji followed by "yvw gifts? I only gave u 1." "bug & mask" Ken replied. Ric smiled and sent back "didn't know he gave u mask 2 congrats! have fun sharing." "i have been. no one believes me abt getting pozd by a porn star until I show them mask and pic ;)" Ken sent back. Ric stopped and leaned against a wall, surfing over to Rawson's website. He found the blog post about the contest winner and saw the pics. He read through the comments and saw several saying "lucky guy!" or "wish I won" or "didn't know you could meet wrestler too. hot!" One said "hope this means wrestlr is goin 2 do more vids" and it had several hundred likes. Some of the picture comments were "damn! that hole is trashed. if wrestlr toxic btm is 2" and "he got wrecked worse than rawson" and "is that the winners cock in rawson? he won big!" and "NE1 know winner? did he get poz?" A few mentioned that Ric had a shirt covering most of his chest and arms in addition to the mask - "2 bad we see even less of wrestlr" and "I want to see him totally naked for next vid. bet hes sexy af!" Ric realized that he missed seeing the comments about his performances but still wasn't sure it was worth the risk to his future. -- Ric and Mateo were lounging in their room, sharing a beer. A head appeared around the open door and Ric said "Hey, stranger. Too busy to slum with us regular guys?" Will chuckled and walked into the room. "Yeah, been really busy. Did a shoot with your buddy Rawson a couple weeks ago. He's a sick mother" Will said. "Yeah, I know. What did he do this time?" Ric asked. "He asked if I wanted to top a new guy. The pics looked good so I said sure. I get there and the guy is nervous since it's his first porn video. I talked with him, trying to calm him down. He said his boyfriend didn't want him to do it since it was a bareback scene, but he thought that if he passed it up he'd never get another chance. I laughed and told him that would be true if Rawson was doing it, since they only do bareback stuff. He didn't know" Will said, laughing. "I asked if he normally fucked safe or bare and he said bare, but only with his boyfriend. I added 'and me' and he got nervous again. He said he just got tested to start prep and I told him that was good since he wouldn't have to worry then. Later Rawson told me my job was to make sure he never got to take his first dose. He told me he wanted all of his actors to be poz or soon to be" Will continued. "Was it a fun shoot? I've never done one with a new guy, except when I was the newbie" Ric asked. "Yeah, once he calmed down and we started he was pretty fun. It was weird being the one fucking though. I liked not having to keep my face covered too. I dumped three loads in him. I think he was expecting me to pull out and shoot over his ass or on his face, but you know Rawson likes the internal cum shots followed by video of the load leaking out. I didn't wreck his hole like you do, but he was still sore at the end" Will told them. "Nice. Three loads might have done it" Ric said. "Five. He invited me over to meet his boyfriend a few days later and I bred him two more times. I also got two from his boyfriend who got really turned on watching, as he said it, 'a porn star breed my boy'. He should be hurting any day now" Will said, smiling. "Oh, did you know Rawson is poz now? I guess that's why he doesn't do those prep promos anymore" Will asked. "Yeah. He tries to keep it quiet but lets it slip sometimes. He can't resist getting his dick into some neg hole" Ric replied. A smile covered Mateo's face, now understanding Ric's comment from a couple months earlier. Will laughed and said "I think his dick grows an inch when he finds a willing neg guy. Do you know if he was poz when he fucked me during my first video shoot?" Will asked. Ric nodded. "He was the first toxic load you took that night. I was the fourth. And then the fifth through... what... almost twenty loads over the next month until you were in the club. Who knows which strain got you... mine or the other two guys" Ric replied with a sly grin. He wondered if Will would understand what he meant. "Cool. I can't believe how much my attitude changed after that fuck. Anyway, he invited me over a few days ago to help knock up his new camera man. There were a couple other friends of his there and the four of us really nailed that dude. One of the friends said to say 'hi' to you and wants you to call him. I think his name was Paul" Will said. Ric chuckled and replied "Yeah, I forgot to talk to him after his little party. I never knew what a greedy cum dump he was until that night. The five of us flooded him and he still wanted more."

Chapter 4.1 - The Ride They sat on the bed chatting like they usually did, Dan and Scotty cuddled in one corner and Ric in the other. "So... Dan still has been your only sex partner? You have never fooled around with anyone else?" Ric asked Scotty. Scotty blushed before replying "I was scared of anyone finding out I was gay... I kinda still am, but it was easy to talk to Dan in high school and then we finally decided to try having sex. I couldn't believe how good it felt, well after the initial pain." "I wasn't much better. I'd only had sex once before with my cousin. We fucked each other in his bedroom at Christmas. He knew a lot more than me, even though we're the same age. It gave me the confidence to try with Scotty" Dan said. Ric smiled, realizing that their experience was almost completely with each other. "I think it's cool that you're that committed to each other. I don't think I could limit myself to just one person, though" Ric replied. "Part of it is that both of us don't want everyone to know we're gay. You're only one of a few guys that know. It's not like we haven't fantasized about being with other guys. But if I ever did it I'd want Dan there too" Scotty said. "And I think that would be too weird. I think I'd be too jealous watching someone else fuck him. You might be the only one I'd be OK with doing him. You've taught us so much about how to make sex even more fun" Dan added. "Well, that's not going to happen" Ric said. "Why? I think it would be fun. We know you pretty well and I don't think that you'd try and take Scotty from me. You have Mateo..." Dan said. "Well, first... I don't want to do anything to come between you two" Ric said, pausing before he telling them the real reason why he didn't want to fuck Scotty or Dan. Before he could say another word, Scotty said "But that's why we'd trust you. Every time I see you naked in the shower I wonder how it would feel getting fucked by you. Are you slow and passionate like Dan? Fast and rough like I see in some porn flicks? Something in between? I know you're longer and thicker than Dan, but would it feel good or painful? I see you goofing around or talking to a lot of guys on the floor but I don't think any of them are gay. So... when I see them naked in the shower, even if I think they're sexy I don't waste my time, since I know they wouldn't be interested or might get pissed off." Ric laughed to himself. "There's some other gay guys on the floor and I think most know about you two. But.. who do you like?" he asked. "Obviously Eddy. You two seemed to be really good roommates last year. But I see you with guys like Gabe, Jack, Toby, Will, and Drew and I don't think any of them are gay. Maybe Will... since he has long hair and likes to grab other guy's junk and butts" Scotty said. Dan nodded and Ric wondered if they had planned this conversation. "You said 'first'. What are the other reasons?" Scotty asked. Ric took a deep breath and said "Well, I probably would hurt you. I do like more energetic sex most of the time. I reserve passionate for Mateo. As you said, I'm bigger than what you're used to with Dan. But the big reason is what the tattoo you guys are always amazed about means. I have HIV and I wouldn't want to infect you." He heard a pair of gasps. "You have AIDS?" Dan asked. "No. I won't let it get that far. That's one reason I go over to the clinic and get tested. But, I prefer to have bare sex and cum inside, so it would be easy to infect you" Ric said. "So why don't you treat it now? Then you could fuck everyone without infecting them" Dan asked. "I like knowing I have the ability to change a guy by fucking him" Ric replied. "So you're ok otherwise?" Scotty asked. "Yeah, so far. As I said, the doctor and I keep track of things" Ric said, hoping that the conversation would move on to something else, but he could see both Dan and Scotty were curious. "Uh... does it take just one fuck? Or swallow one load? Or..." Dan asked. "You never can tell. Sometimes its just one fuck, or it might take dozens. Sucking is pretty safe, though" Ric said. A second later, he saw both Dan and Scotty with devious smiles on their faces. A few more seconds more and they were crawling across the bed and pulling Ric's shorts down. He looked down at them when they dragged his jock off too, shocked. A pair of tongues began attacking Ric's shaft, one on the left and one on the right. He wasn't sure why the sight turned him on so much, he'd long ago decided that while their conversations might have gotten a little erotic, Dan and Scotty were going to be nothing more than friends. They seemed enthralled with his foreskin and Ric figured this might have been the first one either of them had ever played with. Most of the time he'd had two guys suck him at the same time, the suckers spent a lot of effort trying to avoid their tongues touching. Not with Dan and Scotty. They seemed to revel feeling each other's tongues and lips while sucking or licking. The position was awkward for Ric. He liked being reclined so he could watch Dan and Scotty service his cock, but the rail at the end of the bed was digging into his back. After a half hour, he couldn't take the pain anymore and tried to push himself toward the center of the bed. The pair sucking him just moved along with him. His cock had been leaking most of the time Dan and Scotty had been working it over and he watched Scotty pull his foreskin back the rest of the way and start lapping at the precum drooling out of his piss slit. Dan moved down and started licking his balls. With one working his cock and the other his balls, Ric closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure they were giving him. Ric was surprised at Dan's oral skills. He had pictured him as a top guy that never would go down on a partner. Ric wondered if he had swallowed more of Scotty's cum than he'd shot into Scotty's hole. Ric felt Scotty give a couple long laps up the sides of his cock and then re-position himself on the bed. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to see Scotty crouched over him, lining up Ric's cock to his hole. Scotty winked at Ric and pushed down. It took a few tries before Ric's cock was driving into the tight, wet hole. He gasped but didn't try to push Scotty off. Their uncomfortable discussion earlier had told Scotty and Dan what the risks were. It didn't seem to slow Scotty down, either. A few minutes later, he was riding Ric's cock like a pro and Ric was beginning to realize that Dan and Scotty's fucks were long past being limited to the shower. When Ric no longer felt Dan's tongue on his balls he looked up and saw him kissing Scotty's neck and shoulder. It seemed that they had been planning this for a while, waiting for the right moment. Dan moved around, standing over Ric and pressed his cock to Scotty's lips. Ric looked up and saw Dan's tight ass start to rock as he plowed into his boyfriend's mouth. The cum inside Scotty's chute was getting churned to a froth and Ric assumed it was Dan's. Soon, the noises in the room added Dan's grunts. Ric figured he was getting close and noticed that Scotty was now milking Ric's cock and probably Dan's too. Ric's attitude had always been that if someone takes a cock bare, he better be prepared to take the load along with it. Several guys had gotten more than they bargained for, expecting only a fuck and walking away with an ass full of viral cum. With the way that Scotty was working his cock, both by riding harder and squeezing his sphincter quicker, Ric figured that Scotty was going to willingly take Ric's load. He started thrusting his hips up, giving his abdominal muscles a workout, like Scotty was doing with his legs. Dan growled out and Ric saw his ass clench tight as he pumped his load down Scotty's throat. Scotty clamped down on Ric's shaft and only two thrusts later, Ric was shooting his load into Scotty's neg ass. On his second shot, he felt Scotty spray his cum over Ric's chest. When the last spurts had shot, Dan pulled his spent cock out of Scotty's mouth and Scotty fell forward on to his knees. "Damn, that was a workout" Scotty said, grinning. A few seconds later, Scotty was laying next to Ric with Dan behind him. When their breathing slowed, Scotty added "That was way hotter than I thought it was going to be. Thanks for letting my fantasy become reality." "You took my dick better than I thought you would. I'm a lot thicker than Dan" Ric said, smiling back at the pair of happy faces. "When I told Dan my fantasy, he got me a toy to help me get used to something thicker. We've been working on it for a month or so" Scotty said. Ric looked surprised and asked "You've been planning on getting me to fuck Scotty for that long?" "Not just Scotty. I want to feel it too" Dan said. "Uh... I just told you... I'm poz. Even with you stretching him with the dildo, Scotty was pretty tight and there wasn't a lot of cum in him for lube. I might have infected him already" Ric replied. Dan smiled. "We figured that's what the tattoo meant, but you hadn't said anything to confirm it. It feels good with my dick in him, holding your load inside. I never thought it would be this hot feeling another guy's cum inside my boyfriend's hole" Dan said. "Can we meet tomorrow so I can watch you do Dan too?" Scotty asked excitedly. "You guys are really serious then... you want me to poz you two?" Ric asked. "Fuck us. We said we both wanted to see each other get fucked by another guy. If it turns us on, then maybe we'll do it more than once. We'll take our chances with getting infected" Dan said. Ric looked back at Dan and Scotty. Dan had a slight smile on his face but Scotty looked a little embarrassed. "Uh... I... uh... want to... do it... more than once. You felt so different inside me than Dan does. And I want to feel it when you fuck me instead of me riding you" Scotty explained, his face getting redder as he talked. Ric chuckled. "If you want to feel how different guys fuck, it probably won't be too hard to find a few safer guys to fuck you" he said. "I don't know... We've talked about this for almost a year and we only did it because we both trust you" Dan said. "Trust me? That was about as risky as it gets, sex wise. Most guys really don't want to steal boyfriends, they want to get off and leave. You're kind of ideal since you don't want a relationship with another guy" Ric explained. "Maybe, but I like that we have a good rapport with you" Scotty said. "So... If you had to pick another guy from the floor to hookup with, who would it be?" Ric asked. While he knew he was resigned to fucking both of them once and maybe Scotty twice, he wanted to see if there were other guys that might be less of a risk to them. "Anyone? Even the straight guys?" Scotty asked. Ric nodded, knowing that Scotty's gaydar was even worse than his. Scotty thought a moment and then said "Jack would be hot. I love it when he has those boots, tight jeans, tee and his hat on. He looks like a total stud. I'm sure he's straight though. Maybe Gabe. He's so chilled out and really came out of his shell at the end of last year. That tattoo he has looks hot too. I heard Drew is bi, but he doesn't really turn me on. Oh, and your boyfriend is hot, but that might be too weird" Scotty said. Ric smiled, knowing that only Drew would be a less risky fuck for Dan or Scotty. "I have to get back to studying. Are you really serious about meeting again tomorrow night?" Ric asked. "Oh god yeah. Same time?" Dan asked.

Said everyone who’s never done it.

NOTE: Chems don't enter the picture until SUNDAY, so if you only want to read that, just scroll forward to Sunday, you won't need to have read anything else up to there. That said, I like the build up but I'm very biased. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's here, the weekend you've been waiting for. You told yourself it would be a zero holds barred weekend of intense, hedonistic sex. This is what you've saved up for, after all. You arrive with no plans, no tickets purchased, nothing. You tell yourself you'll go with the flow of what excites you in the moment--there are always tickets to be sold last minute anyway. It's Friday night when you first log onto the apps. Grindr, Scruff, BBRT, NKP, Sniffies. You had forgotten, but are quickly reminded, that probably half your weekend will actually be spent in the room, online, looking for men. Because there are people here who have traveled from around the world to engage in the same orgiastic ritual of man sex that you have. It's like the ocean floor suddenly dropped to reveal a gaping maw of the depths, and there are thousands more creatures and denizens of the deep to probe. And they're fucking hot! And so are you. Frankly every time you look at yourself in the mirror you admire how lucky you are to have had your genetics. Earnest eyes framed by thick brows, cheekbones that need nothing to stand out, a jawline that someone could cut themselves on tapering into a perfectly groomed beard framing your chin, and a cute mustache hugging around the corners of your soft lips. Your body is tight, naturally so, without having to go through the burden of hours at the gym each week, and your skin is thin so the muscles ripple out. Your arms are criss-crossed by veins that men love to trace with the tips of their tongues before lapping at your calloused hands sucking on your knuckles bulky from years of working outside. But no one's perfect, and neither are you. Unfortunately, everyone online is always hoping to find Mr. Perfect, and they're always thinking if they plumb just a little deeper, they'll get there. So you mentally prepare to put on a good Netflix series, keep the apps open, and see what you get. Thursday 11pm. Until the parties truly begin and the out-of-towners flood the city, these early nights are a good time to sample the local meat. You're in the neighborhood of Pacific Heights. A lean, white-collar executive wants you to open him up with your fist, and he's already loaded. You love when a man's clean-cut exterior belies the pig inside. You show up, he's on the bed and blindfolded, J-lube and poppers next to him. You tell him to take a hit as you take off your clothes and stick just a single, knobby finger in. You twirl it around getting it nice and wet, before taking it out and sucking on it. Not a big taste of cum, so that load must've gone deep, but that's OK because you know you'll end up fishing it out. You're a slow and gradual fister. You add finger by finger and then switch to the fingers of the other hand. You use a thumb from each to pry open the sphincter and lick around the opening, causing him to moan and push back. You tell him to take two more hits. You love feeling the muscles relax as the poppers set in. There's a small black hole in front you now. You stick the index finger from each hand in, using the four fingers to pry him open further. Then more tongue action. Maybe you even sneak in a popper hit or two. Eventually it's time to introduce the whole of it, all fingers are inside, and you're slowly screwing your hand into him. His moans are soft and shallow now. Once you've turned your wrist as far as it can go clockwise, you move counterclockwise, applying gentle pressure all the while. He suddenly groans much more loudly as the hole abruptly widens and then swallows the whole of your hand. He sighs in relief as he pushes himself back on you. You love fisting because you can feel the entirety of someone's life. When you stop at mid-forearm your fingers are touching an organ pulsing with the beat of his heart. You caress it as he moans and fidgets around you. You tell him to take more hits. This is indeed a very loose hole, and you know exactly what to do with that. You pull out your arm slowly. As your hand reaches the entrance, you turn it palm up in a cupping shape, and press the back of your hand to the bottom of his rectum. That way, as your hand comes out, the cum pools on your palm rather than dripping uselessly to the floor. It was quite a big load, and as you haven't used any lube yet, it's delicious as you slurp it up, making all the noises to let him know you've taken his load. That gets you good and hard so you stand up and slide your dick into him. There's nothing quite like fucking a fisted bottom. You've always preferred looser holes, the folds of the ass caress your entire length like a Swedish massage, which you've always preferred to the other kind that digs in. As you pound into him you tell him to take more poppers hits, and then feed you a few as well. You love being in a synced popper high, and bend down to kiss him, your tongues battling for control up top where your dick clearly has taken over down below. After one last deep grind into him, you pull out with a swift motion while immediately shoving your hand back inside. He gives a sharp gasp but takes it all the same. You stroke and savor the wetness of your dick with one hand while expanding all the fingers of the other inside of him. After the first deep penetration, it's time to explore width. Slowly you slide the fingers of the other hand along the wrist of the hand already inside; then pull out the hand inside and let the fingers meet while applying the same consistent pressure. Your hands are only parallel for a moment before the one that was in slides out and the one that was out slides in. Back-and-forth you go with this sliding motion, gradually shortening the slide so that instead of one full hand coming out as one enters, both start to linger inside. You tell him to do a series of quick hits back-to-back. As the last of the hits settle in you add a twist to both your wrists and once again you screw yourself inside of him, this time with both hands. He groans loudly, his dick has visibly twitched in front of you so you eagerly lean forward and take it in your mouth as you start to twist back and forth inside him. Once he's sufficiently comfortable with both hands you interlace your fingers and start distending your palms outward. His movements are getting more erratic, and his legs start flailing a bit. With the both of your hands unified as a single fist you really start to move quicker, moving in and out with more force. His cries get louder and louder until you feel spurting in your mouth. Immediately you slow the movement of your hands, letting his body quake around them as he empties himself and you swallow eagerly. When he finishes cumming and his legs collapse on either side of you, you keep your fists in for several minutes, slowly suckling on his soften dick and letting him ride those waves of pleasure. By the time you pulled out you almost think he's snoring. Smiling to yourself, you get dressed and head out. Friday 10pm. You're in the neighborhood of Noe Valley. Cute, you suppose, from the row of boutiques that have long since closed. There's not a ton of activity here, a few late night spots open, but you're about to make your own soon enough. You turn off into a side street, walk up the steps to a classic San Francisco Victorian, and ring. In a few moments, the muscle daddy is there. You love a good muscle daddy, the ones that look like they must have taken steroids to look as bulky as they do--as this one does. He's also decently taller and grinning down at you like a lion. You enter his den, fully aware that with a swipe of his paw, he could end you. Yup, that's the turn on. This muscle daddy, however, wants to serve you tonight. His profile on BBRT said vers top, but he responded to your ad mewling to be opened. He gets on all fours and you're surprised momentarily by how smooth his skin is to the touch. As if all the muscles relaxed to grant you dominance. You enter slowly; he's tight! But soon he's opened up, and you're riding on top of him with a size differential that makes you look like small man on minotaur. Friday 3am Muscle daddy came long before you were even close. That's another thing you have going for you, stamina. Maybe it's a good and a bad because sometimes you wish you could be done already. But as they say, don't look a gift horse in the mouth! You had gone back to the room, turned on the apps and browsed some more, but by the time you had returned, a lot of guys were out at the parties, and no one else caught your eye. You sign up for all the cumdump parties on BBRT, because half of them will flake anyway, and rest up for the next day. Saturday 4pm You love this scene. Easy access hotel, door unlocked, ass up. And the cherry on top? There are two beefy cumdumps side-by-side. You come toward the end of the scheduled party because you want more loads inside, obviously, and because you know you have a way of getting people to... extend their end time. When you walk in both bottoms are already getting fucked. You love a good group scene. You undress quickly to not ruin the atmosphere, and crawl up onto the bed. You offer your dick to the bottoms to suck in turn while tweaking the nips of the tops plowing away at them. One of them, a gorilla of a man, moans in appreciation. So you start to tweak both of his nipples while leaning forward to kiss the second top, a younger potbellied pig. The gorilla gets off soon enough and it's your turn. You sink into a really velvety texture. This man is surprisingly loose, the kind of loose that you can't get from cock alone, no matter how big. You mention that and he points to the literal horse dildo he'd been sitting on earlier in the day. You smile big at that and ask him if he wants to take a fist. He says yes and it's on. For several hours, men come and go. You aren't selfish so you offer up his ass as well, but really, it's yours. You're easily punching into guts, and when you rapidly pull out and ask him to push, a beautiful prolapse at least two inches long follows. You quickly use your fingers to pinch his anus and keep the rose bud. It's glorious - each petal with white frosted tips, evidence of cum from the countless other men who have cum inside. You take your time making out with it, using your tongue to probe each wrinkle and fold. Once you've licked up all the cum, you stand up and poke your into the mass of throbbing red flesh, letting your dick curve and bend and be manipulated before finding the hole in the center through which you push. With a gasp from him the whole mass of it shrinks back up and pulls your cock in with it. You tell him to take some popper hits as you relish the warm wet caress on your dick. You pound into him, churning up the loads until you see a frothy mess start to form around the base of your dick. That's what you like the best, knowing that at that point, when the cum is leaking out there's no way it didn't already fully coat every inch of your dick, even sliding into your dickhole. You pull out and start punching again. Full fist, no tapering of the fingers. On the last one he shouts and his entire body shivers as if he's having a seizure. This is the biggest anal-gasm you've ever seen. He whimpers for minutes as it overwhelms all of him. You slap his ass cheeks as the shaking ends and pull out. He pulls you into a sloppy kiss of gratitude before being alarmed at the time. He needs to get ready for a dinner, and you're onto the next one. Saturday 8pm The density of events like this means that the next man is actually a few blocks away. This one just arrived and just finished cleaning out, so is totally fresh, which is nice in its own way. He greets you at the door and pulls you in. He's your height, and similar in build. So far he's the tightest - you can't push your fist further beyond the wrist. Still he's enthusiastic, pulling at your arm to try to bring it further in while making out with you. You alternate fist with fist with dick until he, too, cums, frantically yanking on his cock. You swallow down another load and bid him adieu. Saturday 11pm You're headed out to an orgy. Which sounds fun, but honestly you don't have high expectations. Everyone goes to an orgy with the expectation of porn shoot, but it always ends up with a bunch of standing around. Really, an orgy is often just a bathhouse scene at a smaller scale. It takes a lot of work as a host to cultivate the right type of energy with the right attendees to make it truly a pigsty. And only porn producers have that type of time. Still, the host is super cute, which is always a plus. You're immediately drawn to his supple lips and the way the one on top crinkles a bit at the corner as he smirks. Unable to resist, you start making out in the elevator on the way up to the room. Part of you wishes that elevator ride just didn't end because, predictably so, once you enter you notice that half the people are just standing around and watching, some not even jerking. But that's not you, so you quickly strip and join in on the action. Having topped quite a lot, you focus on sucking. You love sucking especially the dicks from the ass of the cute twink that greeted you at the door. And then you run your hands through his thick curly hair as you push him down on your dick as well. Too soon, however, the orgy is over. The attendees spill out into the night for another party. $100+ tickets are not ones to waste! You head back to the room and browse some more, but ultimately head to sleep, hand on cock. Sunday 11am Overnight an unbelievably young kid messages you - the type of young where you'd almost want to see his ID before hooking up. (Thankfully, he's of age.) He's got a round face, big ears that you love to pull on, and thin lips that part into the most mischievous grin. He's smaller than you, but with a package that, even in underwear, looks like it belongs on a muscle daddy. This was going to be fun. The kid asks if you party, with a twinkle in his eye and that grin on full display. No, actually, you don't. But he's so fucking cute and earnest, and you did tell yourself this weekend would be no holds barred... he offers you a bong and even lights it for you. But of course you have no idea how it works so you suck lamely, and aren't even sure if anything's happening or not. When you pull off of it and no smoke escapes your lips, it's confirmed that nothing happens. He just smiles and takes the bong instead, and you watch as he expertly lights and sucks on it. Once he's got his lungs full he beckons you close and presses his lips to yours and then actually blow the hit into your mouth! So surprised you were that much of the smoke actually escapes before you catch on to the idea and suck in the rest. He asks you how it feels and honestly you don't know what to say. Nothing seems to feel like anything. You're expecting the immediate intensity of poppers, but Tina, as you will soon learn, is nothing like that. You push him back onto the bed and start to finger his hole. This is your routine after all, so maybe once you get familiar, some feeling will kick in. It's early in the morning and the kid is tight. You have to actually work to get a finger in. He simply lies there and sighs as you begin. From the mess on the bed he pulls out some poppers and huffs. Then a can of Max Impact and huffs. Then more of the smoke. The first hit, he blows down toward you and you're surprised at how thick the smoke is. For a second, you can barely even see him! The next hit, he doesn't blow out. Instead he raises and eyebrow and gives you a meaningful look that you understand. So you pull out of him and move up to kiss him, this time taking the full smoke into your lungs. As you exhale and wonder if the smoke is obscuring your face the same way it did his, he motions to get up for a moment. From a drawer he pulls out a plastic bag filled with clear crystals, and drops several into the round bulb that protrudes from his bong. He gestures at it and says let's smoke this shit up. You're nervous, he's probably at least a decade younger than you but has the experience and confidence of a master addict. Strangely, that also turns you on... and a word pops into your head unannounced - trashy. He blows you another hit. Maybe you are feeling something. There's a slight... hum in your mind. You really just want to throw him down and rape his ass. You tell him that and he just smiles, telling you to go for it. So you push him onto the bed, barely giving him time to put away the smoke supplies. You spray a good load of Max Impact onto a towel and cram it in his mouth. You pinch one nostril shut while stuffing the poppers into the other one. You're rock hard and you start pushing into him completely dry. After you make him take several hits from the poppers bottles, you take some as well, then lean down and hold your mouth over his to suck in the Max Impact. You continue pushing into him and peek out the corner of your eye to see that he's just serenely staring at you, with that same twinkle in his eye. That light that suddenly you just want to snuff out. You push into him hard the rest of the way and he moans around the towel. You push off his torso and feed him more poppers hits. You tell him you want to fuck him up. Something in your mind tells you to ruin this kid. His eyebrows slightly wrinkle as his face fully flushes red from the drugs. You don't let up and start to really fuck him, both hands around his slender neck. He's still looking at you with that mirth even though you never took the towel out and he can't actually smile. That enrages you and you fuck harder, even though the abrasiveness even hurts you a bit. You roughly pull the towel out, hands him the bong, and demands he smoke more. He simply utters a fuck yes in the sexiest rasp you've ever heard and complies. Again the first hit he blows toward you so you can't see him at all, and the next he beckons to give to you. This time with an open mouth you hungrily move to accept it into your lungs. When done you blow it back at him and then slap his face, so you can spit into his mouth open from shock. You just smile and punch his chest as well as you begin fucking him in earnest. He tells you how good it feels. How much he wants you to fuck him up. You're starting to drip sweat down. A bead of it catches in your eye and blurs your vision a bit so you can't tell if he's wearing a grimace or a smile. You hope it's the former even though you know it's probably the latter. Sunday 3pm You're back on the apps with intent. Something about that kid brought out an animal inside of you on a murderous rage from years of being caged. And as much fun as you were having and wanted to have ripping him to shreds, he had to catch the fair. Another muscle daddy hits you up. Normally people write Ask me in the question on Drug use, as far as you've casually noticed. This daddy has a clear Yes and you don't even hesitate to get his address. You're on your way before you've realized that you haven't even eaten anything yet. Sunday 4pm You arrive at muscle daddy's place in the Sunset. Too quaint a neighborhood to contain such a pig of a man, you think to yourself, recalling what his profile had implied. He opens the door in a jock and gruffly beckons you in. He has a fully outfitted play space ready to go, backlit with red and purple lights. Music that makes you feel like you're in a bathhouse fills the room and there's porn on two different screens while mirrors allow you to see yourself from every angle. Damn, you think. All that's missing is a sling. Daddy wastes no time in getting on his knees on the bed and showing off his ass, wiggling it at you. He tells you it's full loaded and ready for you. You give it a full lick from his balls all the way to his tailbone. Indeed you smell and taste the cum, just how you like it. The taste brings out that inner beast again, and you start to feel the hum come back. Almost immediately you're back into your route of fisting and fucking soon enough, and this daddy proves to be the most verbal of them all, absolutely loving it and demanding more and more. You pull out and he flips over, before you can get back inside he pulls you for a kiss. He swirls his tongue around in your mouth once and then pulls away. You've been partying? he asks. You nod and he grins. We're gonna have some fun then, boy, he tells you. He hops over to a cabinet on the side of the room, pulling out a pipe, light, another bag of tina, and some other supplies. You tell him, somewhat surreptitiously that it's actually your first time trying the stuff, and you just smoked a little with another kid earlier. He tells you it's not a problem. You wonder if it's an unspoken rule that partiers abide by that blowing hits to newbies is the way to go. But that's what he does anyway. You think he must have a much bigger lungs capacity than the kid because almost immediately after he fills your chest with smoke the hum comes back but it's a bit louder this time. Oof you say as it hits you. For a split second, you feel a similar spiking of intensity like poppers, but it never reaches as high before it mellows out into that hum again. He grins and pushes you onto the bed. You turn around waiting to get at him again but before you know it he's wrapped his arms around you from behind. This is what's great about size differentials; you feel completely enveloped. His large hands run up and down your front, cupping your balls, stroking you dick, tweaking your nipples. His tongue is in your ear and nipping along your neck as his hard cock throbs incessantly against your own entrance. You arch your back to meet it as he thrusts and glides his cock along your ass crack. Next thing you know it's him who has the poppers against a nostril and tells you to inhale. He tells you to inhale big, stroking your stomach and telling you to fill it up, then pushes against you as you exhale, and then switches nostrils. He repeats that four times and the intensity of it - this was a fresh bottle - completely catches you off-guard, as well as the fact that he's halfway in your hole. He pushes you forward and slowly starts to glide in and out. He hands you the bottle and this time tells you to sniff yourself, but on his count. Normally poppers momentarily deflates your dick, but for some reason, this time, pressed against the bed you're hard as a rock. You wonder if this is how your subs feel but you can't think about that too long because he suddenly thrusts all the way in, hits that spot, and you cry out loud. He grinds into you right there and presses his entire body on top of you, once again enveloping you. From that position he thrusts just his pelvis in and out. You hear the sound of the torch and before you know it, he's blowing out the clouds right past your ear so you're completely enveloped in those clouds. You suddenly notice yourself inhaling, trying to bring in the smoke, but he tells you not to worry, the next one will be for you. You strain your neck back, almost giving yourself a cramp to ensure you can adequately reach his lips to take in all that he has to give you. Again a brief momentary flash of intensity and then that hum again, a little louder. You push back against him more, suddenly wishing he were even more hung than he was. He slides his hands under your body to tweak your nips while he continues to thrust his pelvis against and you arch back to meet him. Normally you consider yourself the type to change up positions frequently but suddenly you feel like he could do this to you forever and you wouldn't oppose. When he finally lets up you're almost disappointed. Lucky for you he has to plans to pull out. Instead he expertly maneuvers you while he's still inside so that he's side fucking you, and suddenly hitting new positions inside while you continue to lie there in utter bliss. Again he lights up and blows a first hit at you and the next one pushes into your lungs. You marvel that there's such a quantity of smoke that even when you breath out again he briefly fades from view covered by clouds. Once again that baseline hum that you think is desire comes to life around you. You're moaning as you've never moaned before as he impales you on his cock. When he finally pulls out you almost whine with the desire to have it back inside. He asks you if you've done G before. You tell him you haven't. He nods and tinctures out some liquid and then mixes it with Gatorade. He hands you a glass and without question you chug it down, noticing the bitter taste of it. He tells you it'll take awhile to take effect but there are other fun things to do in the meantime. He lies down on the bed, asking you to get on top and ride him. You love this position as well so you eagerly obey, squirming to get him down all the way to the base of his dick. You feel his sweaty balls pressing against your butt cheeks and that simple touch suddenly makes you profoundly happy. He tosses you the popper bottle and gives you some specific instructions to follow. He asks you to nod to confirm you've understood and you do. You've always loved poppers and you're starting to really dig the smoke so this idea sounds fantastic. He lights up again and nod at you, your sign to take the longest hit you've ever taken on each side of your nose. He'd told you to inhale until literally you can't take in anymore and then hold it. He does the same with the smoke, then nods again. As instructed, you exhale everything in a quick whoosh, and then tightly lock lips with his. He exhales as you inhale, but this time once it's over, rather than part, he instructed you to exhale into his mouth as he inhales. You wonder how this works as there can't be oxygen in that smoke but somehow the meth is powering the two of you. Back and forth you exhale and inhale into the other until actually you're dizzy from lack of oxygen. Finally you pull away and sit up as he starts thrusting upward into you in earnest. Your head is actually dizzy now, the intensity of the poppers somehow dulled and delayed by the smoke comes back in a fever pitch while the hum of the tina somehow becomes more incessant all around you. He tells you to tweak his nipples as he does yours and you look down to grab them. Fuck, you think. You must be really fucked up because your vision is even going weird. In the faint colored lights his face blurs and as he grins it looks like the devil himself is the one fucking you now, goading you to continue. You think how hot it would be for the devil to be the one fucking you and you respond back in earnest, riding and grinding down hard to meet his thrusts. You feel amazing and if you came right now you know it would be the best orgasm of your life but no one is jacking your dick and for whatever reason despite how good you feel you are completely soft. This time, once the popper intensity subsides the pounding in your head continues for even longer, as if your body were struggling to maintain the blood flow up there. Somehow your daddy senses this as you do and tells you to get off and onto your hands and knees. In this position the pounding is dulled and quickly he once again drives into you. He tosses the torch and pipe in front of you. Smoke it you little meth whore, he commands, slapping your ass. Something about that makes your dick momentarily harden and you're eagerly grasping for it. You don't even know what you're doing but you know you want to please him, so you take the torch and heat up the bulb like you saw him doing. As the chamber fills with smoke you suck on it, bringing it into your lungs. When you exhale and see the smoke billowing around you you're actually proud of yourself. Fuck yeah, he says, that'll make you really want it, you want it? Of course you do but you can't somehow articulate the words so instead to show your affirmation you just pick up the pipe and do it again. This is the dirtiest and sluttiest, you've ever felt. Being commanded to do drugs by someone you couldn't see, and filled with an irresistible urge to do so. After you do another hit he takes the pipe for himself. The Pavlovian response built up quick, the sound of the torch makes your dick twitch and soon enough there's another cloud surrounding your head. You shake your head, trying to somehow will it to enter you through sheer contact. He laughs, then blows you another hit and says, fuck yeah we're gonna make a little meth whore out of you. To your surprise you want that, and you tell him fuck yeah, drug me up. You wonder if it's you talking or just you under the influence. You've always been a verbal fucker but you're saying all kinds of things that night you've never said before. He tells you he's going to keep you drugged up all night and invite all the guys to fuck you, and you, you who have never been gangbanged in your life or even really wanted to participate in one as a bottom, eagerly agrees, telling him to tie you up so you can't say no. He tells you he has some really hung as fuck friends who most bottoms have a hard time getting in. You surprise yourself by telling him that he can just feed you more drugs until they get it in. He tells you he has some sexy poz fuckers who would love to dump their HIV+ loads in your hole. You counter and tell him even AIDS is fine. At that, even he laughs and flips you over. He sinks back into you missionary and again presses his entire body languidly against yours, pelvis continuing to gyrate into you, as he tells you what a quick learning son he has. You beam at the praise. He momentarily pauses, and wonders out-loud if you've ever done a slam. You tell him you have no idea what that is. He just grins down at you and says maybe you'll be ready another time. He catches your disappointment and bends over to lick your nips causing you to twitch with pleasure. He tells you he wants you to build up to it, to being a trashy meth whore of your own doing. You tell him to feed you another hit, then, to which he readily complies. He continues fucking you until you tap him and tell him you have to pee. He shrugs and says, just go, with no motion of getting off. You confirm with him, like... here? He tells you the sheets are waterproof. So you let loose a torrent of piss from your soft dick trapped between the two of you. He groans in pleasure as he rubs his chest across yours, getting that piss everywhere, and then sneaks a hand down there to catch some and rub it on your faces and drip it into your mouth whereupon he quickly leans down and scoops it back out with his tongue. Fuck, you think, this is even fucking dirtier and sluttier. Once again you feel like if someone were jacking you off you might have the biggest orgasm of your life, but once again you can't even reach your dick to touch it. The piss tastes funny and he explains its chem piss, it has all those drugs in it and it will only continue to get you more high. You groan at that and try to suck the piss clean from his fingers. He jokingly tells you he doesn't want you to overdose. Again you surprise yourself... the words that come out of you are: keep fucking me even if I do. You fuck like that for hours. You've always had stamina but the drugs make you feel like you can spend an eternity in this state. And it won't even matter if you never come. As the time goes on, you start to get semi hard again and rapidly stroke yourself, trying to cum. But for whatever reason each time you try to stroke yourself to completion it feels empty. Yet whenever you're not touching yourself, it feels like you're having a body-gasm from how he's fucking you, how he's tweaking your nips, how he's kissing you. That doesn't mean the sex isn't good. The next several hours continue to be the best of your weekend. Even his verbal is bringing you to new realms of... mind-gasms? that you never knew were possible. You just want to marry the three: cock-gasm, body-gasm, and mind-gasm, but it seems an impossible task for some reason. You furiously jerk while he's drilling you and telling you how he's used the cum from his ass as lube and is spreading that dirty load deep into your guts while playing with your nipples, but you never get hard and the cock-gasm refuses the join the other two. Then you're in a 69 and as he's pushing your head to choke down on you while sucking furiously, you feel like you're getting close but wishing someone were commanding you to take that poz load. You want to be the center of an orgy where everyone's focused on getting you there. Someone is fucking you. Your dick is in someone else. A third person is feeding you drugs, while a forth is playing with your body. Bringing you to that elusive nirvana until you finally explode. And indeed that's the fantasy that ends four days of edging, while you're frantically jerking your semi soft cock hard enough to get a cramp. It's not like a normal orgasm, where the feeling crescendos and then the cum shoots out. No, this time you first start spraying cum, and since your dick is soft and it's being jerked every which way it shoots out like a sprinkler system gone haywire. You're worried for a second, almost afraid that the orgasm won't happen until it suddenly does, in the middle of the spurts. This orgasm is different, this orgasm you feel traveling the full length of your dick (well, as much length as there is at the moment anyway) until it reaches climax and you shoot out even more cum. He crows at the quantity of cum spattering forth to cover the both of you as you scream into the darkness of the room. Your body buckles and roils literally you think you've lost sight because you swear your eyes are open but you can't see anything but a hazy gray fog. You lay there, stretched in the afterglow as he laps up the cum off your entire body, triggering secondary quakes as his tongue drags across a nip, or wiggles around the crown of your dick. You've never ever had an orgasm like this before in your life. Sunday 11pm It's only 11 when you finally make it back to your room. When you had first gotten up out of his bed, you got such a head rush you crashed down again and he laughed at you, telling you to take it slow. Like a gentleman, he drove you back, though the drive was painfully awkward with small talk. It felt like you were in a lovers' spat: going from consuming each other with your mouths to being stifled sharing the same air. It was like the orgasm took with it all the happiness you had in your soul and now you were in a vacuum where you were just going through the motions. Soon enough you're back home, and even though you only live on the 2nd floor, you can't take the steps with how much of a migraine you have pounding in your skull, and call for the elevator. Everything feels numb, but actually. Your skin is tingling, You think you actually hear a buzz or a ringing, the same kind of effect that happens when you've been exposed to loud sounds for a long time. You collapse into bed, covered in cum and dried piss and hoping to just sleep it off. Except, you're not sure if you actually do sleep. Instead, you're always hovering in that limbo where it seems like you're partially awake and could be fully awake at any moment. You've had insomnia before, but this is different. Normally, your insomnia feels like a hundred racing thoughts, but thoughts that have endings. This feels like your mind is opening a dozen browser tabs by the moment, but none of the pages render more than the title. There's just a mass of empty content filling up your head and preventing the soothing bliss of deep sleep from taking your body. Monday You regret not taking the next day off from work. You're absolutely destroyed. Coworkers think it's a hangover, but this is far worse. Your stomach feels like it's tightened up into a small ball from not having anything to eat in over 24 hours, and you hunch over because that's the only it doesn't hurt. There's a dry lump in your throat that demands you drink water to sooth it, but that retaliates with painful jabs each time you swallow. The buzzing is still all around you. Your hearing has improved but there are still moments when you think the world is being filtered to you through a thick fog. Finally, you go home early. You order some food and barely eat a few bites before nausea sets in. You think you'll just spend the rest of the day in bed watching Netflix, except you can barely understand what they're saying. Frustrated, you just lie supine, the only position where your head doesn't pound as much, and stare up at the ceiling. You feel guilty. That, really is the core of it. Harder than the physical come down is the mental anguish, that you did this to yourself: you traded what will be at least 24 hours of physical pain, for such fleeting pleasure. You don't even know how else the drugs may have fucked up your system. Would you be addicted now? What will people think of you for doing such shit? You're frustrated, drained, and deeply in pain. The worst? You were literally begging for it. You think back about the old man calling you a meth whore, and just how trashy you were as you desperately sucked on that glass pipe. You remember how you did hit after hit to try to chase those first few mind-gasms even though you actually never got them back. Your hand unconsciously palms your crotch. You're not even horny and can't even get hard still, but somehow you want to play with it. You vow to never do drugs again, but before you sleep, you'll log back online and add that muscle daddy as a friend. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ FINAL NOTE: This is the first draft of a commissioned work (I write hardcore erotica for clients), and yes the Monday experience was part of the request! Anyway, client changed direction so I thought I'd just put it here. Since i's a first draft, please forgive any grammatical or writing errors. As Folsom just happened, I did go through quickly and changed some settings to adapt it. Let me know if you got a load out reading this!

Here is my experience on the subject: If the question comes up at a sexclub or orgy, any guy that asks about loads in the hole prior to sticking their dick in it isn't going to fuck, regardless of what the answers is. The only reason they ask is to fuel their masterbation fantasies, so both answers are wrong. If a guy asks when he is already balls deep in a hole, he isn't going to stop fucking but will often use the answer to enhance the fuck with his dirty talk. So if the dick is already in the hole there is no wrong answer. For the record, when I ask I am already balls deep in your ass. If I'm asked by someone who is not inside me, I've recently been going with, "you will have to fuck me to find out." If a guy asks after shoving his dick up my hole I happily give him an estimate of the number of loads in my hole.

Docklands Light Railway. Between Island Gardens and Canary Wharf. With the train guard. It was quick…

This is a tale as old as time. I was a sysop of a BBS in the pre-internet days (you can look it up). Sysops were responsible for moderating content in forums originating on their system to be compliant with local laws even then. I've been hearing the same kinds of "big bad sysop/moderator was mean/unjust to me" stories since the late 80s. With the global reach of the internet, the complexity is multiplied by the need to comply with laws in *all* jurisdictions your users come from, not just the ones where your site is hosted. It's a difficult, unenviable, and completely thankless job. It's also an entirely necessary one if you want a site to continue to exist for your use. That's not to say some sysops back in the day didn't have themselves a power trip and get too controlling. But back then the restrictions were less stringent, the consequences less harsh, and the likelihood of LEO engagement much lower than today. The amount of content that needs to be moderated now is staggering. I can guarantee that moderators hope they don't *have* to take any kinds of actions, because it's just work.

As a slut btm that will breed another slut at the end of the night I will search out the wettest hole I can find. If I don’t have a regular fuckbud at the club I’ll make a couple laps around the bathhouse fingering holes until I find the one with the most cum. When I find one with a good amount of nut I’ll scoop some cum out of my hole and use it to lube up my dick. I always imagine the preloaded cumdump with loads from guys who also fucked me. I’ve had a couple cumdumps who trade stories about the other guys who have dropped loads. Always a good time partying and fucking with another btm whore. For me I think it’s knowing the btm is on my level with the desperate need for nut. More of an psychological connection than physical.

This summer I met a 27 year old guy by responding to an add for "DL bottom for dl top". He wouldn't share any photos, but seemed to be a good choice from our email banter. When he showed up, I discovered a hot, 5'7" (smaller) 135# muscled young guy. Love those "college" build hot dudes that want to be fucked. But our 1st fuck was awkward at best, bareback (of course). I don't think he's been fucked much and probably is mostly "straight", and certainly not by a big cock. I didn't think he enjoyed it (I have a larger, 8x6c cock), I thought I'd never hear from him again. HOWEVER - On Saturday I got quite horned up cruising online, and just as I was giving up and logged out of all the typical sites, he sent me an email asking if I was available. I was surprised and delighted. I thought I'd try better this time to get him to relax and enjoy it more, with hopes he might want to visit again (and again - more often). When he got here I had him sit and relax in the living room, and made him a Vodka mixed drink. We talked for a while. When I sensed he was relaxed I took him back to my bedroom. This would be our 2nd fuck. It went much better. He doesn't kiss, but I got him to enjoy my body on top of his, then flipped him over onto mine. We played with each others cocks too this time, he has a smaller cock/package which I think is hot on a thin muscled bottom. I got him to try a few positions as well, me pounding him missionary, him riding me on top (which I think he liked), a bit of side-saddle, and then finally him on his back with me standing on the side of the bed railing him (this is his preferred position). He was more relaxed. It was a pleasure to shoot my cum 8" deep inside of his tight hole. He jacked off after. If we play again, I'll ask if I can suck him off. Once we got dressed, he hung around for a while and we talked more, so hopefully he'll be back again!

Actually yours is going up reasonably fast. You've only been here six months and it's already 46. To answer your question, though: Post good content. That's really it. One-liners often won't do much for your score. Thoughtful posts that people respond to do a better job.

Part 18 It didn’t take long for me to get insanely horny that evening. Just a few videos, couple of whiffs of poppers, and my dick was whipped out of my jockstrap. The idea of just figuring out silhouettes at my door watching me play with myself and jerking their cocks was adding to my excitement and I was hoping for a great night. I was thinking about the next day though and I kept telling myself that I shouldn’t be going all out yet if I really wanted to enjoy what my guy had in store for me. I was feeling I had no real way out of it at that point, the guy knew where I was staying, even my room number. And anyway, horny as I was at that moment, I was looking forward to it immensely! After maybe an hour, I realized that more and more men were passing by my door, a sign that the place was starting to get crowded. I looked at the time, it was almost 1AM and I thought that the action had probably started to pick up. I got up, grabbed my towel, made my way through the little group of guys gathered around my door and went exploring. The place was a very large and high warehouse, with several different floors and areas created with a network of industrial stairs and platforms. The concept of the space was quite open and I thought the place was a bit drafty in some areas and possibly uncomfortable for a fuck. I passed by a closed space with some stalls and glory holes, with several groups of men blowing each other. I entered a dark corner with several wooden panels creating a maze, dimly lit with a few red bulbs. The passage was quite narrow and I could feel men touching me from both sides. I could barely make out their shapes and definitely couldn’t really see any faces. It was the perfect spot for me, where I couldn’t be picky about who would play with my butt. I found a little empty space against a wall, between two guys who seemed to be taller than me. I could tell there were looking my direction as I could feel their breath on my face. I had my towel on one shoulder, to ensure my ass in jockstrap was exposed at all time. The guy on my left took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. It was thick although not extremely long. The guy on my right had turned my way and I could feel his wet dick being stroked against my hip. I felt a hand grabbing me behind the head and pushing me down to the left. I bent over and a dick was forced into my mouth. It tasted like precum and the guy smelled like old sweat. I grabbed his thighs to balance myself as he was thrusting in and out of my mouth. I was feeling the other guy, who was now behind me, rubbing the wet tip of his cock against my hole. I heard him spit and coat his dick with saliva, before thrusting it brutally into my hole. The shock was so abrupt that I almost bit on the cock I was sucking. The guy in front of me must have felt it as I received a slap on the face. -“Careful with the teeth, slut!”. The guy behind me was taking his time fucking me, taking his dick out of my hole completely then ramming it back balls deep with a moan -“Good boy, taking random dicks in the dark!” The action had attracted a small crowd. I could feel a bunch of hands on my body, reaching out for my dick or my hole, checking if the top was fucking me raw. He was indeed fucking me raw and the absence of lube was starting to create a burning sensation that prompted me to get a sniff of poppers. The guy in front took it from my hand and inhaled it deeply after me. -“We’re just getting started, boy! Hold on to this bottle, it will be helpful tonight.”

I don’t know if it’s the mental element of adding to a loaded hole, doing something so dirty, or if it’s genuinely how silky and warm a pre-loaded hole feels and how your cock slides straight in. But it feels so good and turns me on like nothing else. I’m neg (I think) and not on prep, so probably should do something about that if not already too late as I know it’s riskier…. But every once in a while I get the urge. If I was on prep I’d probably do it every day. I almost exclusively fuck pre-loaded holes now. Anyone else the same?

My favorite porn comes from unprofessional amateurs, preferably older, average looking men (50+) who are poz and willing to talk dirty about it. The more polished production value, the harder it is for me to enjoy. If anyone feels the same as me, I'd love to hear from you.

ive been curious about taking a fist in my fuckhole but never got into it. it would be nice to have that done to me. im almost 40 , done just about everything else. ideally, if i do volunteer my fuckhole to become a blown out fist cavern, id like someone professional who knows what theyre doing. maybe something like this? [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video27854787/fistbxl_-04_deep_fisting_and_double_deep

Yesterday I found this young guy on Adam to Adam. He said he would come over. All of a sudden he was there. Said he had not much time. he stripped and got his dick hard. He was 8” hung and quickly went in my ass. he came in two minutes quickly dressed the whole fuck took 10 minutes It was nice and quick

As a non-moderator here (but someone with extensive experience as one, elsewhere), here are a few observations I've gleaned from this site. Generally speaking, the site owner (and by extension, his moderators) want as little restriction as possible on the discussion as long as it (a) stays on-topic, (b) fits into the organizational structure of the site, and (c) doesn't run afoul of either legal restrictions or the owner-imposed site restrictions. As for on-topic: even though the site is, at its core, about bareback sex, there are offshoot discussions that can go in a variety of directions. So one might, for instance, in a thread about actors one might want to fuck, discuss a desire to fuck Steve Carell, and from that, the thread might spiral into some discussions of episodes where he was especially appealing. But creating a thread just for fans of the Office to discuss favorite episodes would be off-topic. Fitting into the organizational structure is the source of those "thread moved" notices - and that organization is important for several reasons. One, there are certain topics (like fisting or drug use) that a significant number of people don't want to see. Sometimes that's a preference about what's erotic, and that relegates such topics to one of the fetish forums. Other times it's an issue of being a trigger for people in recovery, and that relegates such topics to the Back Room. But even in general: nothing would be "findable" if the site were one big jumbled folder of personal ads, discussions of porn, health advice, and more. So familiarizing oneself with the topical layout of the system is something everyone should do. Legal restrictions are critical. No site can afford to be a target for a lawsuit from the government, so if advertising for prostitution is illegal (as it is in many jurisdictions), it has to be curtailed here. But there's nothing illegal about someone posting that he has had experience as a prostitute, and in line with the site owner's preference for "as little restriction as possible", those kind of posts are allowed. Likewise, it's not generally illegal to have HAD sex before you were over the age of consent; it's illegal for someone else to have sex with that underaged person. So it's okay to have a post saying "my first time oral was at age 13" but it's not okay to have a post saying you want to have oral sex with someone age 13, nor is it okay to encourage other people to have sex with someone age 13. And that's why posts about your experiences at age 13 need to be simple facts without a lot of detail, because the more detail and eroticization the post has, the easier it is to cast such a post as encouraging that behavior. Finally, ownership site restrictions are just as critical. This is his turf, his rules. So when he says you can't post about chasing STI's (other than HIV), and you can't eroticize advancing from HIV+ to AIDS status, those rules are just as binding as any other. Lastly - a note about complaining about moderation. If you have a complaint about how the rule was applied to you - it should be taken up with the moderator privately. Sometimes they might review their actions and determine there was overreach, and reduce the penalty involved. Sometimes they'll review and realize their explanation wasn't thorough, so they'll walk you through a clearer explanation. But if your problem is that you don't like the rule you're being asked to follow, no amount of foot-stomping and bad-mouthing the moderator(s) is going to get your penalty lifted. If anything, it's likely to merit a new penalty. The moderators don't make the rules; they enforce them, and that means, if you don't like the rules, there's only one person you have to convince: the site owner. It's unlikely, but if you presented a clear, coherent argument why it was more important to allow your preferred post instead of enforcing his rule, you might get the rule modified. But in any event, he's the only one who can do anything to change the rule.

I used to prefer being the first guy to fuck a bottom, but these days when topping I like sliding into a sloppy hole.

It’s a BB site , what a question !

I sucked a few guys off in the middle of the street at Folsom Street fair

Oh yes - Instagram Queens - interested in posing for a photo op with guys in fetish gear or in fetish venues - but never in engaging in any actual play.

I love outdoor and public sex! Nothing gets me super horned like looking up and seeing guys standing around watching the way handlers watch their livestock breeding, some of them jerking off to it. I've been fucked in the street at Folsom and and sex all over at gay resorts and campgrounds. Most recently, I did a live porn scene for Natural Born Breeders that we filmed in front of an audience at Inn Leather during Pig Week in Fort Lauderdale and I most recently shot a fisting and breeding/felching scene I was at Fist Fest in July (see my Twitter @JaredEriksonXXX for the trailer). I am always in cruise mode and have enjoyed sex in front of others in gym saunas and public bathrooms. Promoters have no idea how much I'd give to be hired to do live sex shows at events and be on a stage getting fucked and fisted while guys watched. That is my dream life/job.

Current mood. Headed to Ft. Lauderdale Oct 7-9. Staying at Inn Leather & times at 321 Slammer for loads.

Sucked a few guys at the urinal at Eagle Bar in Manchester while my mates were back at the table. That was a fun night.

The fact that you said the words "bitter old queen" and "troll" in your post says quite a bit about you. There are rules here, you were supposed to read them when you joined, so why not just follow protocol. Sounding like an entitled 20 or 30 something is a bad look, just saying....

“How many loads you got in you?” is my favorite thing to hear from a Top when I’m a cumdump. It lets me know how enthusiastic the Top is about breeding my used hole. The words “nasty,” “bugs,” and sloppy” really trigger me the most. They reinforce my purpose and make me want to achieve more and more. The best a guy can do to make me take more loads is remind me how many random Men I’m making happy by letting them use my hole and how much of their DNA I have in my body. I really wish I had more encouragers around me. There would be no limits to the amount of loads I could take really.

Stopped by my local cruising grounds next to the river yesterday. Was followed down the trail by a big sexy daddy with an honest-to-god handlebar mustache. We started playing around and he hauled out a 7" cut cock surrounded by a full bush and hairy balls. I bent over and started sucking him until he got rock hard. He reached around and started stroking my ass (BINGO!). We were on the main part of the trail so we had a few interruptions, but anyone in that area is either looking for the same thing or someone who lives in the woods surrounding the river. His stroking of my ass intensified, so I lowered my pants to give him better access. His fingers found my hole like a heat-seeking missile and started massaging my fuck ring. By this time my pants were down around my ankles, so he moved in behind me and reached into his pocket. I prayed to any god that happened to be on duty at the moment that it wasn't a condom, and was relieved to hear the snap of a lube bottle being opened. He lubed up my hole and his cock and slid in slowly but deliberately. After he fully hilted himself balls deep, he started screwing me and moaned "This pussy feels amazing!" while guiding my hips to give himself command of the fuck. By this time, 3-4 guys were standing around watching this all happen, as well as some river folk still passing by on their way to their campsites (they always ignore us). One guy who is a known cock block commented that he wished that was his ass getting fucked. I happily thought "Possession is 9/10ths the law dude." Suddenly, down the trail comes this other guy I'd never seen before dressed in scrub pants and a tee with 2 full sleeve tattoos. He immediately walks up and shoves a 7.5" uncut cock with a fully shaved pubic area in my face. He's already hard and I swallow him whole right away as he fishes a bottle of poppers out of his pocket and huffs them. He tastes delicious, like he's been working all day. My fucker is really slamming into me now and after a few moments he inhales sharply and then exhales with a loud groan as he shoots his load into me. He lingers a bit savoring the post-breeding bliss and continues to grind his cock into my cumhole. I could sense that the guy fucking my throat is close because I could taste the pre-cum starting to flow. While my fucker is deflating, the second guy jerks his cock out of my mouth and quickly duck walks behind me to get into my ass. As soon as the first breeder pulls out, the second one glides in on the lube and splooge already in my hole. I motion for his poppers and take a deep, double-nostril drag. He fucks for about 5 minutes and I start begging for his load which he energetically pounds into me as deep as he can get it. With all the pulsing and fluid pressure inside me I could tell it was a big one. The whole time #2 is inside me, #1 is rubbing my back (especially the area where my biohazard tattoo is) and telling #2 to "knock'im up". We all put ourselves back together as the crowd of now 6 other cruisers disperse since none of them wanted a turn on my cumsloppy hole. I turned to them and said "Thank you" as they walked away. They both walked the whole way back to their cars, so I kind of figured they knew each other. I walked back to my car squeezing my whole shut to keep all that cummy goodness inside me.

The boss fucked me this afternoon. We took a break to try out some new furniture he ordered. He said he shot a three day load in my hole and I believe it because later when I was back working in the barn I forgot I was full of his DNA and blasted a big cum fart in my work pants. LOL! No big deal I was already filthy. Here’s a pic right after he came. The image doesn’t do justice to his big fat cock.

Just recounting my night at City Steam 357 for HCB Pride back in August. I had arrived in my hotel on Thursday and was exhausted from flying in from Perth. it was relatively early and I unpacked my stuff trying to decide whether to just grab some food and have early night or check out the local sex pigs in Sydney. I checked out squirt for local saunas and found listing for sauna 357 nearby as I got hotel on same street. I recalled the last time I visited there many years back. Four levels with stairs connecting to each, first floor shower and lockers, next floor sucktorium, next up up was dark rooms/sling/cubicles and round fuck bench, and last floor was bar and chill out area. i remember it was on late Wednesday night and there was no one there and the flights of stairs were exhausting to climb. tonight however the squirt postings indicate that there was planned a bears party. this was right up my alley. I quickly got on the HCB events page, secured a ticket and checked that I had enough time to clean out. I arrived at 357 and was met by three bears who were checking tickets. I grabbed my towel and key, got undressed, grabbed my amyl and cockring and headed to the shower area. Fuck! The shower and spa was crowded with chunky, solid and hairy bears. I knew I would be happy to fuck any one of these guys. I walked up to the third floor as I was not interested in the oral zone. I way more bottom than anal. I was met at the floor with bears and daddies sitting on bench nears stairs chatting and laughing with each other. fuck, I thought, this place is packed with bears tonight. I wanna get some cocks and loads in my hole tonight! the sling room was empty, the next room was also empty. there was a dj playing music with bears circling around him i finally got to the fuck bench dark room! in the darkness there were masses of bodies along the walls groping and sucking noises. The fuckbench was heaving with tops fucking community bottoms. The room stunk of sex, sweat and amyl. I quickly got on the fuckbench positioned in the main foot traffic area. I was between two bottoms who were moaning loudly as they got fucked. Soon I felt fingers at my hole, next followed by a top pulling out of the fellow bottom and positioned himself between my legs. He spread my arse cheeks and rubbed my body. Suddenly he shoved his mouth and tongue into my hole and started licking a sucking. Fuck! I never get this in Perth! after a time he got up and slowly pushed his hard cock in my hole, felt like eight inches and good size to first open and stretch. He alternated between fucking and rimming as I breathed in my amyl. he pulled out after a while. I decided to move to the opposite side of the fuck bench as being nearest to the entrance guys would walk past. In the corner I could make out guys along the walls stroking and watching. Moving my arse in front of these guys resulted in fingers and hands rubbing open my arse cheeks and hole. Soon I felt a cock entering me with another guy moving in front of my with his cock to suck on. wow, I thought, not even five minutes in this place and I’ve been rimmed, fucked and now spit roasted. these feeling of both cocks pounding my, the amyl I was breathing along with the smells and sounds of pig sex orgy - I was in pig heaven! after some time taking and few cocks and possibly some loads I got myself up to stretch and check out what was happening elsewhere. in the darkroom around the corner hung a community sling. The undeniable sounds of rattling chains meant a community bottom was taking cock. I watched and admired the piggy bottom taking what appears to be a hung, hard as rock cock from a tall, muscled, older guys. The sling under his arse was saturated and he guys was were going hard at it. fuck, I gonna jump in that sling and give this a try. I left the sling and move to explore the next few corridors i later found the sling bottom on his belly in one of the cubicles with the same top entering his hole, door open and clearly open for all donations. my kind of pig this guy is. I got a drink from the fountain, explored some more rooms and eventually went back to the fuckbench. After a few more fucks - I lost count of how many cocks- I went to the sling area again. the sling was now emptied. I got in. No takers and many guys slowly walked past, a few guys stopped to feel my nipples and cock. I sucked a thick cock that was presented to me, tall guy and way out of my league. A hairy olive skinned daddy stood between my legs and slowly pushed in. This felt great. He continued to fuck my hole. He then stopped, pulled out, leaned over me and asked me to join him move to a room. Fuck yeah. I jumped out and followed him to a cubicle. He stood bit shorter than me, daddy Mediterranean look, trimmed goatee and furry chest belly and shoulders, thick cock with thick foreskin. As soon as we entered we both kissed, tongues moving and sucking his lips, bear hugged and squeezing his trimmed furry belly. He grabbed my arse cheeks, fingering my hole. fuck, you so beautiful. I want to cum in you. He said. he did not has to ask me twice. a got on the bed in doggie position. He move to spread open my arse cheeks to inspect my hole. fuck this is beautiful. I got a big load for you. He said. he climbed up, pushed in his cock and slowly fucked me. I knew he would not last long. He moved himself so now positioned in jockey riding my hole legs wide apart. He quickened his fucking, sped up and than unloaded inside me. I could feel his cock swell and spasm with each load. It’s been a while since I felt anything like this. we kissed and cuddled for a while, he said if I am around later he can give me another load. I agreed to make myself available if this happened later that night. He was a spunky guy for sure. I enjoyed that next few hours moving between the fuck bench and the sling. I young guy fucked my in the sling and his cock felt great. later during the night I explored the other sling room. In the red coloured room next door a hot young bloke was sitting and stroking his hard cock. wow I can’t waste a cock like that. See if he can take up my offer. I entered the red room, threw my towel on the fuckbench and got up pushing my hole out for inspection. I inhaled my amyl as I waited. the guy got up, pumped a handful of lube and moved behind me. I remembered I had taken a load already and possibly some more loads during the night. This guy could now see the result of those guys fucking and cumming in my hole. he started fingering my hole, spread my arse cheeks and rimmed and sucked in my hole. this felt fantastic. hardly anything like this never happens to me in Perth. The amount of guys who rim, suck and felch my hole so far I already more that what I get in Perth. his cock was thick and hard as he started fucking me on the fuckbench. I didn’t notice at first but we started to get a crowd. What was great about fucking in this room was that I could now clearly see the guys faces as the room was lit up. These guys bears daddies and chubs slowly entered the room and watched and stroking themselves. Some guys dropped to their knees sucking cocks. we continued to fuck as he moved between fucking my hole and shoving his mouth in my hole sucking and licking. This felt great. A guys climbed up if the bench moving himself in front lying back and stroking so I can get his cock in my mouth to suck. I enjoyed sucking his juicy cock and he started to cum. I sucked and swallowed what I could. I didn’t notice him at first but now I was joined on the fuckbench with another community bottom. He was young, good looking with tanned skin and round firm arse cheeks. The top started to move between us and fucking us both. I was enjoying the sensation of watching the fellow bottom taking cock with me as I inhaled more amyl and watching the crowd of bears as we put on a show. it appears that a few more tops gathered behind me and fucked my hole. I did not look back but could tell from the different sensations of stretching, fucking, how they grabbed my hips and shoulders, how they slapped my arse and fingered me. One top was well hung and clearly enjoyed fucking me deep in my hole. I made sure to push out and open my hole to accommodate his thickness and length. In return he rocked his hips slowly digging past my second ring and whispered dirty talk in my ears telling me he is ready to cum in my hole. Eventually another community bottom joined the fuck bench between us. Huge bear with thicker thick and round arse. I think I saw this guy earlier in the room with the hung top. Tops moved between us and I was enjoying everything. I finished the night with a few cokes upstairs to relax as guys started to trickle out. I felt like a sex pig and my hole felt stretched, used and fantastic. i unwound in the shower and spa eventually heading back to my hotel room to sleep as working the next day. not bad for Thursday night in Sydney. I couldn’t join other bear events that week as working but gave thanks to the guys for great time posting this in squirt. I look forward to next time that I am in Sydney and any HCB events.

Man , some of you guys have me in awe at how you didn't hurl lunch with the homeless guys. Back in the stone age when I was getting my EMT certification, I had to do 16 hours in an ER working with the doctors and nurses. My first 8 hour stint began with a homeless guy who was drunk and had passed out on the street. I helped transition him from the stretcher to the ER gurney, and just that "aroma" had my gut bubbling. About 5 minutes later he was hollering for the nurse, so one of them had me follow and we went to see what his problem was. Duh! He was a drunk, had been drinking cheap beer all day, and the rental was about up on some of it. She went over to a sink area and produced a stainless steel urinal, came back and handed it to me and told me to help him with it, and she stepped away. Now , the guy had 2 or 3 pairs of stinking pants on and each layer had to be released and peeled back. When his cock was finally exposed, besides being pretty shriveled and unimpressive, it was uncut. He couldn't see to put the urinal in the right position, so I ended up right above the damned thing using the lip of the urinal to sort of get , flip the head in line to piss down into the container. About then he skinned it back- and the stench was probably the worst odor you ould imagine. Not only was there smegma all curdled up under there, there was enough stale piss and other things of the street wafting up and filling the space. I managed to get the task done, but then had to take the urinal to the slop sink and pour it down, then put the mouth of the urinal over a sprayer that rinsed it out and made it "ready " for the next patient ( this was the early 70's, so the concept of single use was not prevalent ) About a year later, my car got the interior soaked when a thunderstorm blew thru, and of course the windows were all down. About a week of keeping the windows down and parking in the sun as much as possible, and the car seemed dry. But with a funky odor. As I pulled the floor mats out it got stronger, and as I lifted the floor covering, the wool batting/padding was a fermented , stinking mess. And the smell triggered my memory- that smell of rotting fermented wool padding was the same retching smell of that homeless guys cock. Oh, if only FeBreeze had been invented back then lol

The way I see it, sex is completely natural, no matter how it happens to take place. More, sex with an audience makes fucking al the more interesting and exciting. I'm not necessarily talking about lovers making love together, since that implies a deeper connection than merely the sexual, that the lovers may or may not choose to put on display. I'm merely alluding to group sex, where it's all about the thrill of having sex with any number of other guys - every guy fucking every other guy - just for the pure pleasure of it. It follows, then, that group sex is a pleasurable, joy-inducing, Lust-satisfying pursuit that's akin to kids sharing their toys with every other kid, and everyone has a great time of it. A roomful of rutting men is nothing more, nothing less than the pure joy of "playing" with our brothers, celebrating our sexual selves, with each guy giving what he can to the others, and taking from the others what he so deeply needs.

I’ve been taken out in the open with an audience many times, including my personal-best gangbang, which took place bent over a picnic table in the woods. There’s no better place for it than a gay campground, of which there are several scattered around the U.S. The one I know well is Camp Buckwood south of Indianapolis. I’ll never forget one particular long, rough breeding I took with an audience of about a dozen men just after sunset - there had been a party where they handed out those fluorescent ring necklaces, and all the guys wearing them took them off and gathered them together to set in a pile on the table near my head so they could watch my facial expressions while I took cock.

No. l am a gay man and a total top. I USE faggots, I degrade faggots, l rough faggots up, pass faggots around, whore faggots out and use them as fucktoys, cumdumps, toilets and breeding bitches. l treat faggots like cheap, worthless trash and they thank me for the privilege. l’m not a faggot myself, but l love true faggots who know their place and crave being put in it. Keep up the good work in serving your superiors faggots of the world. And we men will continue to throatfuck you, assfuck you, fistfuck you, dildo fuck you, piss on you, spit in your face, degrade you, use you for a human fleshlight and a cumdumpster, whore you out, pass you around and tell you what dirty slutty faggots you are.

Palm Springs—September, 2021 Friday was another hot day, though not as blisteringly hot as my first week. I did some shopping and sightseeing around the city after a lazy morning out in the shade by the pool. I knew what I was doing tonight—I was fucking and fisting Jayce. Jayce had been to the Saturday night party. He had taken my dick in one of the slings. He was in whore mode that night, just like me. I waited my turn to get into him—watching two guys alternate on his ass. I slipped in after them. Jayce was good. I fucked some, then pissed his crack, licked him clean and fucked him harder. As I played with others, I saw any number of guys fuck him. He left early, but he must have liked what I did, for he left his contact info with my host. Jayce lived in walking distance—now that the sun had set. I took my eggheaded dildo and speculum and set off so I could get there on time… He answers the door, all but naked, in the briefest of swimming trunks. I walk into a courtyard. We go through a gate and go around the side of the house to the patio and pool. There is a sling, under a large umbrella that has little LED lights along the inside ribs to give us light. There is a table filled with lube. Another with a few dildos. Jayce is a great looking guy. He could be anywhere from 40 to 55. He has that Peter Pan look of so many well off gay men. He is around 5’7”, trim and gym built. His chest is covered in tight dark blonde curls. His hair is cut short. He is a sun worshipper and he is a lovely golden brown all over. He climbs into the sling, getting himself into the stirrups before I can help him. He grabs the bottle of J-lube, off the table to his side. “I mix it myself—but I use piss instead of water.” He wants me to squeeze some directly into him. A tray below the sling catches any overflow. I spend a few minutes working it deeper with my fingers. When he nods, I stand up and enter him. It’s a wonderfully slick hole now. I bang away at his prostate—making his eyes roll back into his head. My cock is feeling wonderful with all the wetness. I grab my eggehaeded dildo and slather it with J–lube. It takes a moment of concentration from Jayce—and then it slips right into place. He sighs. His eyes grow bigger as he sees me move to add my dick along the thin shaft of the toy. But he takes me. Easily. Eliciting another sigh and a “Well, fuck…” I fuck him this way for a bit, then pull out—just so I can have the pleasure of re-entering him again. I concentrate on how the underside of my cockhead slides along the ribs of the shaft. When I start to fuck again, it makes me moan in the back of my throat. Jayce loves the stretch and tells me so. This makes me fuck him harder. I pull out the toy and sink into him again. I fuck a few strokes before going to my knees and eating his puffy ass lips. “You are so good at that. I love your tongue.” This makes me eat him even longer as I lube my hands out of his sight line. I work the fingers of my left into him. I’m up to all four before I know it. I add the thumb. A gentle twist and I am in. “What size did you say your hands were?” he pants. “Medium.” I slowly rotate my fist in the other direction. “I can usually only take small handed guys.” I pull out, leaving the four fingers in him. I add the four from my right and do a lateral stretch. He sighs, and leans back blissfully, closing his eyes. Soon enough I have my right in him. Then I start alternating the hands. Slowly. Smoothly. Methodically. I stand up, leaving my hand in his butt. My hard cock slides down my left wrist and into his ass. My finger curl—and I slide between my thumb and index finger. Jayce’s eyes open. He looks up into the mirror. He groans. His free hand squeezes the pouch of his jock. But it is a tight fit. So I don’t linger. I pull out, apply more lube to my hand and wrist and begin an exploration for depth. Again, my left hand is swallowed up easily. Then, with my middle finger out and my hand cupped, I inch forward. I find the opening to the second hole. I slide forward a little more. His ass is welcoming every move I make. Jayce’s eyes are on the mirror. After my wrist disappears inside him he closes them. I work ever slower up into him. When I finally look down at my arm—I realize I have over five inches of it up him. That’s halfway to my elbow. Jayce opens his eyes. His ass tightens down on me with the visual of how deep I am in him. “I think…that’s it…” he breathes. I slowly slide it out. It’s only been an hour. Are we really done? Jayce must be able to read my face. “I only mean hand. You can fuck me as long as you want.” I grin. “I want your load,” he finishes. “Good and deep.” I wipe a little excess lube off the surrounding area of his hungry hole. My cock slips in the moment I drop the towel. I spend a good fifteen minutes going back and forth between fucking him hard and rimming him deep. I love the piss lube he has created—so much tastier than regular J-lube. Jayson groans. “You gonna knock me up?” His hand is all over the pouch of his jock. “I want your cum, man.” His ass is beginning to do a constant squeeze. Like on every stroke. It won’t be long now. I build it up, take one more taste of his hole, slide in and…“Fuck!” My voice is loud, filling the night air. I shudder and give him every drop I have. I don’t move. I look him in the eyes—and begin filling him with a massive piss load… The Original: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: "You Gonna Knock Me Up?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 6, 2021

I’ll sometimes collect the loads puddling on the sheets and push it up my own hole while I’m fucking a cumdump.

Totally agree. It's so much more real, especially if the camera is placed in one position rather than being held by a third person.

Completely agree. And that stupid bit at the beginning when they chat. Stilted and so unsexy. Amateur porn is sexy because its real.

I agree, it's the hottest thing ever.

I'm an encourager for fat and muscular guys, but nothing turns me on quite as much as a uninhibited cumdump. So I'm wondering if I could fuze the two kinks. Cum dumps comment below, what makes you want to take as many loads as possible? What things could a guy do to make you push past your limits and take as many loads as you're offered? Do you have any trigger words that make your fuck hole hungry and insatiable? If you had an encourager how could he get you to take more loads?

Fuck , I would love to rape you

But high HIV rates don't necessarily correlate to high monkeypox susceptibility. For instance, to the extent that HIV levels are high because of drug use and/or M/F prostitution, as opposed to MSM, monkeypox would naturally be expected to be much lower in transmission than HIV. For another, new HIV infections have plummeted nationwide since the introduction of PrEP, meaning that having a high HIV caseload doesn't necessarily correspond to having a high local infection rate; caseload could reflect a legacy of old cases rather than an ongoing infection problem. I think your example about Palm Springs illustrates the state/local issue I was talking about. California got more doses than Maryland to start with, because CA has many times the number of people that Maryland has; and they've undoubtedly prioritized getting doses into areas where there's a high level of partner change, which is where STIs tend to spread rapidly. Places with lots of sex parties and similar events are going to have more infections simply because one infected person is much more likely to spread it to several people, who will in turn spread it to many others. As such, Palm Springs is a hotspot that CA would want to target, and places like CCBC are exactly where they'd want to set up to reach as many of them as possible. In other words, it's not that CA has so much monkeypox vaccine available that they can set up everywhere, even at places like CCBC; it's that places like this offer the state the most bang for the buck, so to speak, in reaching vulnerable people. I'm not aware of any similar place in Baltimore that could/should be targeted by the health department for vaccine distribution, though of course I'm not familiar with all the places one might go there. If there is a place where you could reach similar numbers of high-risk people, though, that's probably something that could be shared with the health department there.

Bottoms are either cock sluts or cum sluts. I prefer cock sluts. I want/need to be more than Load #2749 for a bottom. I want him to remember me and our session. So if the purpose of me fucking him is just so he can get generic cum, I feel like I'm making less of a contribution to his sluttiness. Or, maybe, I'm making the same contribution all his other tops are making. I get competitive with other tops when I fuck, so I can't really outperform them if it's just about the volume of cum I squirt into some ass. Too bad bottoms don't really feel how competitive those fast, agile swimmers are. OK, so some bottoms are definitely both cock sluts and cum sluts. I still prefer the ones that love it when I fuck them.

1. Pulling out to cum 2. Bottoms with their mouths closed instead of swallowing spunk and piss 3. Annoying music.

All of the rules for the site are made by @rawTOP, and he alone is responsible for them and for the rationale for them. We moderators (I think I speak for @drscorpio as well here) try to enforce them as even-handedly as possible. I won't claim to be perfect; like everyone else here, I'm human. I have to disagree with you on several points here. Drug abuse and bug-chasing are tolerated. They are certainly NOT encouraged, and they are limited to the Backroom forums, which allows members to choose not to see that content if they have a desire not to. The majority of what we do as moderators is to enforce that limitation. AIDS worship, or fetishization, is specifically prohibited (even in fiction), per the new "harm to the community" policy that @rawTOP instituted in March '21. There is not a "compelling need to censor you from sharing opinions that others deem harmful". There IS a policy against posting "false information, conspiracy theories...". Unless you are the individual in question in BOTH instances, or have reliable information from that individual, you are very likely drawing this conclusion on the basis of insufficient information. Warnings (and the penalties that are sometimes associated with them) are seen only by the person to whom they are issued. The posts that triggered the warning may not be altered in any way, even if the author was penalized severely - or they may be edited, moved, or removed entirely. What is done depends on the particular infraction, the content of the post, and the context of the post.

Dude. This is a privately owned website that you’re using for free. It’s not a fucking democracy. It’s not even a republic. The owner gets to make whatever rules he wants in his own house. While you’re in his house, you observe his rules. If you don’t like his rules, you leave his house. Simple. Yes, I’m going to speak up for the Moderators, not because I suck up to them (why would I need to?) but because I do the same thankless job elsewhere on the web, and it ain’t easy trying to keep the tent from flying off a three-ring circus full of loudmouthed ass-clowns who want to put on a show. “Calling out” a Moderator will accomplish absolutely nothing except getting you banned quicker. You have no power or authority to do anything but show your ass. It took you time and effort to write this screed, but they can blink it out of existence in a tiny fraction of that time - and probably will - and probably should. Because the truth is, this isn’t about integrity, or calling someone to account - this is about you venting your spleen because someone had the nerve to talk back to you. You seriously expect sympathy from the readers of this forum when someone who calls himself ‘BoyStrangler’ cries “bully”? A bully is usually the first one to stand up and holler “bully” when things don’t go his way, and every syllable you’ve ever posted on this forum, sir, screams “bully”. That’s not me characterizing you - that’s the brand you market for yourself. By all means aggravate the Moderators. While you’re at it, why not get in some practice by going to the zoo, climbing in the tiger cage and poking the tiger with a stick? Same thing, basically.

one of my hottest sexual experience was a one off around noon the first day of the card's baseball season. i had taken the afternoon off and a guy i met came over. we had great sex, with him on top; it was a hot day, the windows were open and drops of his sweat started to ping on my face and body. i don't remember much else about the sex, other than it was good; but i will never forget how much i enjoyed that sweat shower.

You mention you are looking forward to getting fucked on a beach, but it has not happened yet? If you are ever on the west coast of Florida, there is a beach called "Lido Beach" in Sarasota, Florida. The far right end of the beach, the area before you meet the privately built homes, contains a number of sand dunes. Not during the weekend, but rather weekdays you will see various gay umbrellas, and you'll find gay men sunbathing nude. I have personally come across men sucking each other off and have witnessed two guys fucking on one occasion. That beach is well known to have a gay clientele, and I am not urging you to take a chance. However, if you are with someone you know and trust, you can fuck on that beach. I wish I had a dime for every time some guy "stumbled" upon me laying out nude. So guys do look and if you are an exhibitionist it can happen. I would not approach someone in hopes of this happening, as they sometimes have police doing sting operations, especially in the brush area that runs along the back of the beach area. There are many guys cruising back there, and residents with telescopes have spotted them and contacted the police. That area is used as a quick way to walk back to where people park there cars, I have even run across a straight couple fucking back in that area, much to my chagrin. They actually had to remove the lifeguard stands because both straight and gay couples were fucking in the guard stands at night. It may not be like getting fucked at a gay resort in Palm Springs, where everyone has watched me (in 2007 that is) and even the staff has participated. But if you want an actual beach location, Sarasota, Florida does have one.

We live in PS also and I have family in Ft Lauderdale. It is a city and fun depends on what you like. Palm Springs is part of the first gay resort towns and only palces gay men can go to on vacation and be themselves. along with P town, Key West, Sagatuck, Rehoboth to name a few. Its small resort laid back, lots of artist, musicians, actors etc.bars are more for socializing and meeting new friends from different parts of the world There is a time a year that is "season" when sometimes the tourist out number the locals 2 to 1. Where as Ft Laurderdale is a city like any other San Francisco, San Diego, LA, Boston, DC, Chicago, Etc. The scene is pretty muc the same as the other gay freindly cities besides alot more tourists all times of the year tey do not realy have a season. Palm Springs is so different geography wise obviusly its a desert tucked away in a valley with mountains all around and pools lots of pools. Ft Lauderdale is Tropical beaches and ocean and pools. but besides the sun and they are both are hot. One has what they say is dry heat and when it is windy which can be often think of it as a convection oven. Where the other is a wet damp heat like a steam room. With all that said I love Palm Springs nothing like a hot dry night of raw sex outside by the pool.

Here I am with these men who are scary looking; The four of them are in their 30s and well built with a lot of tattoos. as one says to the other, here is prine pussy, not like the faggots we fucked in prison. One of them tells the others at least you had something to fuck as I was in solitary confinement for two years. Look for the supply and finds a bag, then empty it. WOW, we are going to have a real party. My brother has told me nothing as I can't run away as all I'm wearing is this jock strap. as they look at the parTy supplies, I'm getting the feeling this was all set up as one comes over and starts to kiss me. He pulls away and says you want to do this easy or hard as we don't care; either way, we will wreck your holes with our dicks. The mean one smiles at me and motions me to come over; he grabs my skinny arm, puts on a strap, then finds a vein. He looks me in the eye and says you will have a good time as the plunger goes in and the belt is released; I fall back onto the bed as dicks come from me at all angles for me to suck. They bend me in half with my head over the edge of the bed and my legs by my shoulders. The one by my ass knows how to eat and treat me as his tongue is doing beautiful things to my ass hole, but my throat will be sore when they finish with me. As soon as he cums the one fucking my throat enters my ass. The one fucking my throat pulls out, and I see him putting some powder on the head of his dick. He is not gentle but seems desperate as he drives right in like you have 1 minute to fuck; until it starts burning. The look on his face is red and angry as the others cheer him on. I guess this is how they fuck in prison. In less than 10 minutes, all four of them fuck me and gave me large loads. They sit back looking at the parTy supplies and start slamming themselves and me again. Maybe 30 minutes later, the one in solitary confinement comes over and tells me to suck his dick as he has to make up for lost time. It does not take him long to get hard; he is going long and slow this time but now slapping me on my ass cheeks. They like that I'm not giving them problems like some do in prison, so they don't have to tune me up. I know I will be here for a while, so my brother was kind enough to leave plenty of water; the bottles are marked regular and loaded; I'm getting the water bottles with GHB as Dad taught me the effects. Between Tina and G, I'm a willing cumdump for them as a dick comes from my ass; I suck as they say I would be a great prison bitch as I louse track on time and what they are doing to me, I do hear one make a phone call and says they are finished with me to pick me up. He speaks on the phone. Your boy took us on and tired us out. What bitch you have who would think a skinny twink could take so much abuse and keep asking for more. WTF did I say? I wanted more and more as I did not believe it until they showed me the video of me telling them to fuck me again, begging for tina, and when they were resting, crawling around on the floor as they sat in the chairs, going over to suck their dicks and being a real tease.

i'm going to my 1st "safe" party the 27th-28th. my plan...to save all the condoms from the guys that fuck me. Then i'm going to empty the cum into as many 40ml tubes as needed during the 2-day party to freeze. My goal...at least 2 tubes. Then i'll have a "cum cocktail" to "lube shoot" deep in my ass anytime i get horny for a load!! Not as good as a true "meat injection", but cum dripping out of my gaping ass is cum dripping out of my ass!!