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While Paul's thick cock was thrusting into his hole, Johhny was going through an existential crisis. He held the safe sex rule for years as a dogma, that he only broke for a boyfriend he had at highscool. And in a few minutes this nasty guy has shattered it to pieces. The tingling sensation was travelling his whole body by now, making him feeling ecstatic and horny beyond anything he had experienced before. "This motherfucker drugged me to take advantage of me. He knew this would happen! But if I am aware of it... why am I not stopping it? why does it feel so right?" All his moaning did not go unnoticed. After a while being fucked, Johnny opened his eyes and he saw another figure in the room. "How long has he been there?". It was a young blond guy that came lure by the noises.. Athletic but not too tall, with a tatoo on his chest. He has snorting poppers and playing with his cock while watching the scene from a certain distance. Since that moment, Johnny could not take his eyes of him. He had experienced the pleasure of being watched while being fucked at the sling in the past, but this time it was hitting in a different way. He was feeling really sleazy and was dying to suck that cock. The intense staring apparently worked as the newcomer decided to move closer to them. He started pinching his nipple, freeing Johnny's hand that went directly to take care of the new cock. "Niiiice" he said looking a Paul and taking another hit of poppers. Both smiled at each other. Paul was in heaven fucking that hole. So nice that he was struggling to maintain a rythm that would not make him cum so rapidly. No, he has decided that he would dedicate that boy the whole night. There was plenty of time ahead and the Kamagra would ensure him hours of enjoyment for his hard cock. And things were only getting better for him. Yes, he loved inducing drugs on young men to have it his way, but what he loved the most was seeing them used by other men. So having an extra guest was more than welcome. The three of them continued at it for a while. Johnny had unsuccesfully tried to suck his cock a few times because the sling was too high. His mouth was filled instead with the visitor's tongue that he willingly received. From there, the young mouth slowly travelled to his nipples, abs, and finally his erected cock. He had neglected his cock till that very moment and felt an electric shock when he felt those lips wrapping around it. His cock sensitivy was completely enhanced and the blowjob was driving him crazy. Both the feeling of the bare cock fucking his hole and that mouth going up and down on his shaft quickly became too much to handle. "oh fuck! i'm going to cum. I'm cumming" he moaned. The 3 paused for a moment . A big cum load came out like a fountain over his chest, neck and face. - "wow, that is some load, man". The 3 of them laughed. - "Now, it's my turn" said the tatooed boy. His attention went then to Johnny's ass where he moved his hand only to find Paul's cock still deep buried in it. Feeling that cock going in and out was getting him completely horned up. He was touching Paul's dick checking for a possible condom rim. As if Paul had guessed his intentions, he took his cock out to allow a full inspection. "Hmmmmm. raw" said after confirming it. Both tops smiled; nothing more needed to be discussed. Paul took the poppers and moved away, giving him access to the slut, who was still recovering from the orgasm. The young man rapidly placed his bare cock on Johnny's hole. But he did not found it welcoming as he expected but really tight instead. Having shot his load, Johnny's horniness had decreased and he was experiencing a temporary spike of common sense and dignity. Not giving up, the young man went on his knees to rim Johnny's ass in an attempt to getting him compliant again. Johnny looked at Paul almost as if he was asking for help to get out of that situation. The sheep begging to the wolf. Paul leaned over Johnny's head and whispered on his ear: - "Relax boy... You are doing it very well. Don't spoil the fun now" -"But..." - "sshhhh" Paul silenced him. "No buts. Don't fight your desires. You know you want it. You know it feels good. Just let it happen, my slut". The tone was calm but dominant. That was the very moment where Johnny finally gave up. The little control he had regained was gone. The sleaziness engulfed him completely and he let his ass loose again feeling a tongue rushing in inmediately. - "Take some of this. It will help you take the right decision." concluded Paul placing the poppers bottle under his nose. 4 hits of poppers later he was ready for more bare cock, that entered him without any resistance. The hard fuck continued rythmically for a little while. Paul was having a great time encouraging him: "That's it fucking whore! Let that anon raw cock fuck you. You know you love it!". Those words were fuel in Johnny's head. It was true. He was loving every bit of it. Not long after, the top's breathing started changing. "Are you coming already?" asked Paul amused by it. "Fuck, yes! This ass feels so nice. I cannot hold it". - "Don't. Just inside him. Breed it." And so he did. He shot a big load inside Johnny's ass. He pulled his cock out after a minute. Gave him a pat on the buttocks, "thank you" and left the room. Paul looked at Jonny with a smirky smile: "So?" - "So?? Oh my god. What have you done to me? I have let him cum inside me" answered Johnny. - "That is where a macho's cum belongs. Don't deny now that you were dying to get it." - "I... I was. It's true. I dont know why. Im filled with sleazy thoughts. Those drugs you gave me are messing me up" - "Yes, they do. But they only work when they bind to your real desires" - "what do you mean?" - "If you did not have those ideas, the drug does would not have the same effect. Have you even fantasized being used by strangers?" - "Of course, all the time! But it just a fantasy." -"Well, not anymore. Tonight you going to make it real. Being available to anon cocks. - "Tonight? what time is it?" - "Its already 23.15" - "what? fuck! I am already late for work!. I lost track of time. How long does this effect last?" "No, no. You can forget about work tonight. You are on this ride for at least the next 4-5 hours" Panic rushed in "I cannot miss work like this. Ill get in big trouble. I should at least call..." "shhhhh" silenced him again. "Quiet boy. It's all good" said to calm him. "It's too late to change that now. Relax. Focus on the now. Look at yourself, your ass is oozing cum from who knows who. Soon this place will be packed. What then?" - "I cannot move. Still feeling very horny." -"Yes, you will be craving cocks all night. I'll see you totally perverted " said fingering his asshole. - "Ohhh..." moaned Johnny. "Please...." Paul grinned. "Do you like the idea of being used and bred by everybody. Please... what?" - "Please, sir... " repeated Johnny grabbing Paul's cock and bringing it back close to his ass. - "oh, that is what you want." grinned again. He loved seeing him so desperate. "I want to hear you saying it slut." - "Please, I want cocks inside me". He started feeling a tremendous urge. - "Are you my bare slut?" he started rubbing his cock slightly in. - "Yes, sir! " - "Say it!" - "I'm your bareback slut! Please, fuck me. Make me a complete whore!" - "That's what I like to hear." said as he rammed his cock in one more time [To be continued]

I'm on my way back to Philly from a very satisfying overnight in NYC. Took a room at the Four Points Soho, which was fine with ez access to the room, but was a little off the beaten track. Slow start but finally around 9PM this hot black guy came over and wanted me ass up and blindfolded. He fucked me with his big cock until I was nice and wet (he's wanted a couple of loads in me which didn't happen) and then shot a HUGE load deep in my hole. He washed up and left, but I think he'll come back and I'll be sure to preloaded when he does. About 30 minutes after the first guy left this young 32yo latino hit me up on Grindr and after seeing a pic of some guys load in my ass he wanted to breed me. He came by pretty quickly and stayed a while.... pumping three loads in my ass. An hour later another guy in his early 60s came by and fucked me. He looked nothing like his pics which were probably 20 years old but he had come from the UWS and a load is a load. By this time it was midnight and I decided to jerk off and go to bed. Looking forward to my next weekend in the City in January when I"ll be taking loads for three. days in an effort to beat my record of 48 loads in a weekend taken at Folsom 2018.

Alright guys, here is part 2 of Peter's perspective. Again, there is a condom used here, but that's because Peter hasn't been turned into a poz pig yet. Give him time. He'll be coming around soon enough. So will Lewis. This is also the longest chapter I've written. I hope I've filled it with enough jerk-off material to satisfy. Enjoy. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 20: Peter takes Lewis (part 2) I thought my legs were going to crumble beneath me as I tasted him, this man who was opening himself to me in ways no other man had done before. I could taste his tears as I was sure he could taste mine. Images of all the men I had ever wanted to kiss but had been afraid to appeared in my mind, ending with Lewis’s perfect face. Lewis broke the kiss, staring at me. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Don’t be,” I told him, trying to catch my breath. “Don’t ever be sorry for doing that.” “No,” he said. “I’m sorry that I ran away. I just… I didn’t know what to do. I was so surprised.” “I understand.” “I mean, I’ve never…” he trailed off, looking down at his feet. I reached out and gently caressed his arms, squeezing his muscles lightly. “It’s alright,” I said. “I haven’t either.” “Really?” I smiled. “I mean, I’ve wanted to since I was your age. Younger even. When I played basketball, I had a hell of a time hiding my boners in the showers. I’d see someone attractive, strong, hung,” I moved my right hand to his chin and lifted his gaze back to my eyes, “someone like you.” A small smile turned his lips. “I’ve never thought of another guy like that,” Lewis said. “Never?” He shook his head. “Well,” I started, knowing I was rocking a boat I wanted to keep from sinking, “why didn’t you run off to the principal? Why didn’t you take a swing at me? I mean, if you didn’t feel this way—” “I didn’t say I didn’t feel this way,” he corrected. “It’s just, I’ve never thought of another guy like that.” “Oh,” I said, my head looking down at my feet. Lewis’s hand reached out and directed my eyes to his, a smile completing his gorgeous face. “Until now.” I stepped back and sat on the edge of my desk, Lewis joining me. We sat silently next to each other and I felt as if I was back in high school. Yes, I was literally in a high school, but I felt as if I was young again, trying to gain the courage to speak to my crush. In some way, I was, even though I’d already kissed him. “When you started saying all those things,” he said, “when you started saying all of that, I was scared. I knew what was happening. For a second, I wanted to run out and find someone to tell. I wanted to hit you as hard as I could. I mean, you told me to break up with my girlfriend, and now you’re hitting on me.” “I promise that’s not why I told you to do that,” I told him, though I was wondering if there wasn’t a small part of me that had done so. “I know,” he said. “After I left, I don’t know, something felt wrong. I felt as if I was running from something I should have been running toward. It was like every step felt cold. I thought about what you said. I thought about feeling your heart racing,” he reached out a hand and placed it on my chest. I could feel my heart quickening. “Feeling your heat, and smelling you, even through your shirt. Something in my head clicked. I don’t know what it was, but the second I came back and saw you again, I just knew what I had to do.” I smiled, wanting to burst into tears. Never had anyone spoken about me like that, not even my wife. At times, I felt as if was a chore to be around me. I knew my wife didn’t want my around much of the time. Now, here was a young man, someone who could have anyone he wanted, but he came back for me. I leaned toward him and kissed him again, resting my palm on his cheek. “I’m glad you came back,” I said. “Me too,” he told me. His smile faded. “What’s wrong?” “Well,” he said, looking around us. “There’s a lot wrong. You’re my teacher and my coach. You’re, I don’t know, forty something?” “I’m thirty-six,” I told him, feeling the blow. “You’re married,” he continued. “You’ve known me since I was a kid. Plus, we go to the same church. What do you think they’d say?” “They don’t like the idea of you fucking your girlfriend,” I told him. “I know what they’d say.” “Aren’t you worried?” “I’ve been keeping this a secret for a long time,” I said. “I’m not worried because I’m not planning on telling anyone. You shouldn’t tell anyone either.” “I won’t,” he said. “I mean, all we did was kiss.” “That’s true,” I said. I looked at him, noticing his eyes wandering over my body. Though I had observed him for a while, I was realizing that this was the first time Lewis had been looking at another man in a sexual light. I was his first. I was the one who could shape him. “Do you…” I started. “Do you want to… do something more than that?” He stared at me, a slight fear in his eyes, mixing with a hunger I knew all too well. He nodded slowly. “What do you want to do?” I asked. “Well,” he said, eyes looking me over. “Can I, I mean, if you want—” “Whatever you want to do,” I interrupted, “I can guarantee I want to do too.” “Can I see what you look like?” he asked. “I mean, naked?” Never had I imagined hearing those words, especially from another man. Yes, I had been naked in front of men before, having played sports, but now, having another man wanting to see me naked, caused a slight terror to fill me. What if he doesn’t like what I look like? What if I’m not what he likes? He doesn’t know what he likes, I reminded myself. He’s new to all of this. This is your chance to show him what he likes. “Alright,” I said, standing up from the desk. I went to my office door and closed it, locking it. I turned back to Lewis, noticing that he had been watching me as I walked away, his eyes focused on my ass. I smiled. I first took off my shirt, revealing my hair chest, a nice coating of brown fur to show how much of a man I was. I wasn’t a muscle god, but I was strong. You could tell that I took care of myself and worked out regularly. I was proud of the way I looked. Seeing Lewis’s reaction boosted my spirits. He smiled and left the desk, eyes focused on my chest. “You can touch it,” I said, puffing my chest out. Slowly, Lewis reached out a hand and placed it on my chest, his fingers running through the hair and feeling my warm skin beneath. “Wow,” he said. “You like that?” He nodded. “I wish I had hair like this.” “You will,” I told him. He gave me a quizzical look. “I might have jerked off to pictures I found of you in Florida. I saw pictures of your dad.” “Yeah, he’s hairy like you.” “I’m sure you’ll start looking grizzly-like once you’re a bit older.” I imagined an older version of Lewis, and I could have cum just from the thought. “I hope so,” he said, his fingers digging further into my hair. “It feels amazing.” His hand ran down to my stomach, feeling the thin layer of fat that ran over my six-pack. He stopped as his palms met the top of my pants. He looked into my eyes, the fear now gone, showing only hunger. “Can I?” he asked. I nodded. Lewis lowered himself to the floor, resting on his knees, his face level with my crotch. He undid my belt and then unfastened the button. His hands shook slightly, an excitement causing him to shake. Slowly, he unzipped my pants and pulled them down, revealing my boxer-briefs. He reached out for my underwear but stopped. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I just realized what we’re doing,” he said, looking up at me. “What we’re about to do.” “And?” I asked, fearful that he was changing his mind. “I’m just happy,” he said. I smiled and slipped my fingers beneath the band of my underwear and the jockstrap beneath, his own fingers joining me. Together, we lowered them down, revealing my pubic hair, my shaft, my head, and my balls, all of which held a musky smell from the compressing jockstrap. That, and I had created a significant amount of precum, some of which was matted in my bush. Lewis stared at my dick, taking in the length, the girth, and my large testicles. I knew he had seen naked men before, but I knew he had never been this close to another man’s cock and balls. For a split second, I saw his tongue lick his lips. “You can touch it,” I told him. Lewis careful reached up and took hold of my dick, his fingers gently touching the warm skin. He traced the veins, the tips of his fingers gently caressing the glands. I started to grow immediately, but Lewis didn’t remove his hold. Instead, he wrapped his hand around my shaft and squeezed, causing a stream of precum to leak out. “Are you cumming?” he asked, watching as it trailed down to the floor, a continual string of my juice. “No,” I told him. “I produce a lot of precum. A lot of cum, too.” “Really?” “It’s called hyperspermia,” I said. “I make a ton more cum than most men.” “Your wife must love that.” “Not really,” I told him, feeling myself going limp at the thought of her. Lewis’ grip tightened again, and I started to get hard once more. “You can taste it, too,” I said. Lewis stared at the trail of precum, eyeing the clear liquid. He leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, the tip meeting the precum and breaking the trail. It stuck to his tongue and then dripped down his chin, narrowly missing his clothes. “It tastes good,” he said, licking his lips. “I’ve never tasted mine.” “I’m glad you like it,” I said. “I think you should take off your clothes too. I’d hate to get anything on them.” Lewis looked at me and nodded. He stood up and removed his shirt, revealing the body I had seen in pictures and briefly in the locker room. He was a strong young man, not a bit of hair on his chest. This made me feel strong, like the alpha. His nipples were erect, dark and the size of quarters. He tossed his shirt to the side and then undid his pants, pulling them and his boxers down to his ankles. I had never had a clear view of Lewis’s dick before. I’d seen glimpse in the shower, but not enough to know what he looked like. While he wasn’t as long as me, his dick was thick. Porn would relate his size to a beer can. The head was smaller than the shaft, but it was a gorgeous head. He too was leaking precum, but not nearly as much as I was. I stepped closer and reached out a hand, taking hold of his growing dick. It twitched in my hand, causing Lewis to shudder from the feeling. As I jerked him off, gaging his length, I saw his balls pulling up into his body. They weren’t the size of mine, but they hung low and were covered in hair. Once his dick was hard, I moved to his balls and held them in my palm, feeling the weight of them. Something about holding the “family jewels” of another man made me feel powerful. I knew his parents had hopes for him, wanting him to marry and pump out dozens of kids. Here I was holding that future in my hands, hoping to change the direction of his future forever. All of these thoughts filled me with a lust I’d only ever dreamed about. As I touched him, I realized that I was the only other person, other than himself or a doctor, who had touched this part of him since he became a man. I was feeling his most vulnerable parts, and I wanted to feel even more. I released his balls and held my hand to my nose, breathing in his scent. I could smell sweat, precum, and his own natural odor which was intoxicating. “On your knees,” I told him. Slowly, Lewis resumed his position on his knees, my hard cock sticking straight out at him. “Taste it,” I told him. He stuck out his tongue again, but I stopped him. “Not my precum,” I said. “Taste my dick.” His mouth opened, tongue extended, reaching out to my engorged dick. I knew he wouldn’t be able to take much of it into his mouth, but I didn’t care. I only wanted to feel his mouth on my skin. The head slipped inside, moving along his tongue, the tip of his teeth gently touching the shaft. “Easy does it,” I told him, my hand reaching around his head and resting near his neck. “Don’t hurt yourself.” His lips closed on my shaft, only a small part of my dick inside his mouth. I knew he had seen porn, most likely straight, so he had an idea of what to do. Slowly, he started to move his tongue and lap up the precum now dripping into his mouth and down his throat. I ventured a bit more of my dick into his mouth, pushing slightly. He didn’t back away and continued to attempt to suck his first dick. I watched as his Adam’s apple moved along with is slight thrusts. Looking down at the top of his head, his lips, the same lips I had kissed not long ago, now wrapped around my cock, I knew this was what I had always wanted. This was what I had been waiting for. Almost half of my dick was in his mouth now, a motion created as his spit covered me, tongue tasting every aspect of myself. Watching him eagerly take me, tasting my cum and my cock, I knew what I wanted to do. I knew I had to fuck him. Except… “What’s wrong?” Lewis asked, my dick leaving his mouth as I stepped away. “Was it bad?” “No,” I told him, noticing a bit of my precum dribbling down his chin. He looked so cute on the floor, concerned, wanting me to come back to him. “It’s just… I really want to fuck you.” “Alright,” he said, smiling. “I don’t have…” I started, looking at his gorgeous face, lighting up at the thought of me fucking him, entering him, opening him up. “I don’t have a condom.” “Oh,” he said. “And we need one?” I’d always wanted to fuck without a condom, especially as the amount of cum I make makes it difficult to keep one on. I wanted to fuck Lewis, to feel his skin on mine, to bridge that gap, but I also wanted to be safe. This was his first time, so I didn’t run the risk of a disease, but still… “I’m sorry,” I said. “Hold on,” Lewis said, jumping to his feet and running out of the office. I waited, staring down at my cock, admiring the wetness from his mouth. Even then I couldn’t believe what was happening. Lewis had not only kissed me, but he had also sucked my dick and tasted my precum. I was living the dream of so many men who had fantasized about one of their students, hoping they could take them and teach them things not found in the classroom. “Here,” Lewis said, entering the office and handing me a condom packet. “Where did you get this?” “Corey keeps a few in his locker,” Lewis told me. “He keeps them there just in case he can slip a girl in here after a game.” “Smart kid,” I said, opening the packet. “Are you sure you want this?” Lewis looked at me, our eyes connecting, the weight of his answer seen between us. “Yes,” he told me. “Good,” I said, taking out the condom. I hadn’t held one of these in a long time. Though I knew I needed one, I hated the way it felt. Still, if it allowed me to fuck Lewis, I’d wear practically anything. “Get up on my desk,” I told him. “Lay on your back.” As Lewis got into position, I slid the condom onto my dick, finding the size to be a bit snug. Still, I wasn’t going to complain. “Like this?” he asked, his back on the surface, facing me, his legs bent. “Almost,” I told him. “Lift your legs up. I’ve got to get a look at your hole.” He gripped his legs and pulled them up, revealing his ass and his tight hole. While hair wasn’t seen much on the rest of his body, there was a thick collection of it around his hole. I reached out a finger and touched it, feeling Lewis’s body recoil at the touch. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s fine,” I told him. I slid my finger into my mouth and got it wet, returning to his hole. “I’m going to do it again.” He nodded. I touched his hole and ran my wet finger around the rim, pushing slightly. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I couldn’t hold back the voice telling me to shove my finger inside before shoving my dick after it. With his hole wet, I pressed my finger again, slipping inside him. “Fuck,” Lewis gasped, body shaking, hands nearly dropping his legs. “It’s alright,” I told him, my other hand reaching out and resting my palm on his stomach. “I’m inside. My finger is inside.” “It feels big,” he said. “It’ll get bigger,” I told him, looking at my dick. I worked my finger inside, moving in and out, opening him up. Each time my finger entered him all the way, I searched for his prostate, knowing it was somewhere. After a little search, his body shook and a deep groan filled the office. I had found it. After a little while, I slipped my finger out and then spit in my hand, rubbing it over two fingers. “Two,” I said, showing Lewis. I slid both fingers inside of him, his body still shuddering but not nearly as much as before. I watched as he closed his eyes, head tilted back, relishing the feeling of my fingers opening him. Little moans escaped his mouth, my one hand opening his hole while the other rubbed his stomach, feeling the muscles beneath. I removed the two fingers and tried a third, his ass opening larger, pulling me in. Without telling him, I added a fourth. He was loosening, his body accepting me, his moans of pleasure telling me to invade his body. I slipped my fingers out and stepped forward, the head of my dick pressed against his hole. “Are you ready?” I asked. Without opening his eyes, Lewis nodded, biting his lower lip. I pressed my dick against his hole, moving gently, trying to enter just as my fingers had so easily. With a bit of added force, the head of my dick popped inside. Lewis’s body shook, his ass pulling more of me inside him. His eyes opened wide in wonder as he looked at me, his mouth open. I smiled. “You’re not a virgin anymore,” I told him. Lewis smiled, tightening his grip on his legs. “You feel huge,” he said. “I am,” I told him. I angled myself and spit on my dick, some of it hitting his hole. I pushed in again, more of my dick entering, opening him. “Let me in, baby. Let me in.” Lewis moaned, his ass quivering, his muscles trying to pull me inside. I knew I was giving his body something it never new it wanted but always needed. I continued to push inside, allowing him to adjust, allowing him to feel my size fill him. I wanted him to know what a real man felt like. It didn’t take long before my pubes met his ass. “I’m all the way in,” I told him, his feet meeting my shoulders. I leaned over and kissed his ankles. Lewis opened his eyes and looked down. “Holy shit,” he said. “You’re inside me.” “All of me,” I told him. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” he said, the slight fear from before returning. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Mr. Flanagan.” I pulled out slowly, watching until only the head remained inside. It was a beautiful sight, seeing how his body welcomed me, how it was reaching out for me to return. I pushed back in, his legs shaking, his hands losing their grip. “Fuck,” he cried, hands reaching down to the desk and holding on tight. His legs rested on my shoulders, moving with me as I bottomed out again. “You feel so good,” I told him, pulling out and pushing in a third time. Then a fourth. A fifth. “You’re fucking beautiful.” “Fuck,” he moaned again, face contorted in an agony reserved for pleasure. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” “I won’t,” I told him, my pace quickening, a rhythm starting to form. “I won’t stop. I won’t let you go.” I reached out and took his erect dick and started to jerk him off, beads of precum dripping down his shaft. A smell permeated the air, the smell of sweaty bodies tied together, their sexual connection pouring out of their skin. I breathed deep, relishing the scent he and I created. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I could feel my body shaking, the exertion taking its toll. Had we been fucking for hours or only minutes? It felt like forever, but I didn’t want it to stop. Lewis was moaning continuously, the sounds of his pleasure music to me as I changed him. “Mr. Flanagan,” he said between strained breaths, his chest heaving. “I’m gonna cum.” “Do it,” I told him, directing my thrusts, seeking out his prostate. “Cum for me. Cum for me, baby.” I tightened my grip on his dick as I felt it grow, his skin turning a darker red. “I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, eyes closed, back arching. “I’m gonna cum.” “Do it. Cum for me.” “I’m cumming,” he yelled, the muscles of his body seizing, his mouth opening in a silent scream. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his dick and flew through the air, the first hitting the wall two feet from the desk, the second hitting his face, the third entering his open mouth. The rest covered his body until he was spent, leaving my hand covered. His hole tightened around my dick, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I wanted to cum inside him, but doing so while wearing the condom felt wrong. I pulled out and took the condom off, the precum inside spattering on the floor. I grabbed my dick and started jerking off, my other hand grabbing one of his legs for support. “I’m cumming,” I shouted, head tilted back, eyes closed, feeling the biggest orgasm of my life taking over my body. I could feel every muscle awaken as I started shooting, each burst of cum feeling as if a weight was being removed. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe, as if this orgasm was taking from me my very life. And it felt worth it. Once the wave ended, I released my dick and grabbed Lewis’s other leg, using them to keep me from falling onto his body. I opened my eyes and saw the young man sprawled out on my desk. He was covered in cum. Not only was his cum covering his face, chest, and abdomen, but mine had been added, creating a thick pool of white all over his body. I knew I produced a considerable amount of cum, but I didn’t think I’d ever been able to cum this much. If he had been hairy, every strand would have been matted with our semen, mixing together, becoming one. I looked down and noticed some of my cum had splattered on his ass, trickles leaking down over his hole, trying to enter inside where cum belonged. I stared at Lewis, watching as he looked down at himself, his hands releasing the desk and running through our loads. He smiled, looking at me with a wondrous glow. Never had I seen anyone look so happy to be alive. In that moment, I finally felt free. We went to the showers and cleaned ourselves up. While we cleaned, we kissed, my hairy body pressing him against the tiled wall, my mouth sucking at his neck. I wanted to fuck him again, but I knew his parents would be wondering where he was. Once we were clean, we returned to my office and got dressed. “How do you feel?” I asked him, buckling my belt. “Any regrets?” “None,” he said. “I’m just glad it was with you.” I smiled and pulled him in for another kiss. I couldn’t wait to fuck him again. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ I have one more chapter written before I may have to take a small break from posting every Sunday. I'm figuring out where the story is going and how to pull everything together that I want to do. Everything you've read took a few months to write before I posted. I hope I can work faster on the next few parts. Also, are there any other characters you'd like to see stories told from their perspectives? Any charcter ideas you'd like to see? Let me know.

If I'm just going for a maximum number of cocks fucking my ass, a dark room never disappoints. But, I really prefer to kick back in a sling where I can watch the tops fucking me. Plus, for some reason, it usually draws a large group of men who either want to watch me getting fucked, or they want to take their turn on my ass. I get off on watching AND being watched. Either way, I think that it's important to look hot (I think that my bare ass leather chaps do the trick), and to show that I'm available to be fucked (kicking back in the sling). Plus, I have a certain amount of patience because I know that some times I seem to be a cock magnet, and other times I might as well be invisible.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_mWQfbPtxkoBP This is how I like to roll,, get er in and get er done!

Chapter 15 The Guy fucking him said it probably burns more because his piercing was probably ripping his hole up. He said “ When I am done with you, You’re going to have a fucked up cunt in more than one way “ . The craving the Married guy felt was stronger than ever. He was on fire with lust. His mind was spinning so fast he wasn’t sure what all he wanted, he just knew he wanted something, and he didn’t want this fantastic feeling to ever end. The guy in his ass stared fucking the cunt his Toxic cock was ripping up. He was enjoying the idea of his cock possibly converting an ass the same way he had been converted a couple months ago. Last week when he was finally tested he had a HVL. He decided then to get the tattoo so everyone that he played knew what they were getting. In the past, Doing Tina never gave him issues with keeping hard, It usually intensified the sensation and kept him hard for hours. He knew he was usually good for a few strong loads. This was going to be his second of the night and hopefully not his last one. He looked down and this cock going in and out of the puckered hole, his cock had some cum from the guy that had been in there before and it almost looked like it had a pink cast to it. He also noticed is handy work and those letters were visible to anyone that had this pig bent over. This excited him, he was not only converting a straight married guy to the gay side but was knocking up this new cunt. He also knew that when the guy said he didn’t do drugs that this was his first time, and he would want more of it. Tina would most definitely have her hooks in him, and he would be dating her often. The guy in front of the Married guy was enjoying the wonderful blow job he was getting. The Married guy was taking him to his balls and was getting into using his tongue to massage the bottom of the cock. You would never believe this was his first time sucking a cock, but this was night of firsts for him. The Married guy was holding onto the guy’s hips for balance and then moved his hands around to the guys ass. He remembered how much he enjoyed getting a finger up his ass when he was getting sucked off. He stared teasing the puckered and wet asshole. The Top guy said “ Oh, you really are a slut. You want my load ? “ The Married guy was busy in his own world of Chems and sex and really didn’t hear it. He was busy with the euphoric feeling of heat, something sawing in and out of his ass and trying to please the guy in front of him. He knew he would not be able to match the feelings up his cunt but he was trying. He wasn’t sure why this guy’s ass was wet and slippery but he didn’t care, he wormed a finger into the guy’s ass and searched to find his prostate. When he found it and he started rubbing on it. He had this done a couple weeks ago during an exam and started leaking pre-cum right away. It felt great and wanted to see if he could give this guy the same intense feeling. It must have worked because he backed off the cock to get a breath of air and tasted the salty pre-cum that was coming from the guys cock. The Top guy asked the Married guy if he was ready for a load n his mouth, The Married guy said “ Yes Please “. He didn’t even think of the answer, it seemed to come naturally and driven by the hunger that was now consuming all of his brain and body. The Top guy said “ Ok Slut, Here comes your first drink of cum, You better swallow all of it “. He pushed forward into the Marred Guy’s mouth, at the same time the Married guy pushed two fingers up the Top’s ass and that sent the Top over the edge. He grabbed the Married guy’s head and yelled “ Take it Bitch “. His swollen cock was lodged in the Married guys throat. At the same time the Bio-Hazzard guy shoved as deep as he could in the Married guy’s ass. He knew that his pierced cock was hitting new areas and they were deep. You could hear the married guy making noises, but no one could understand it. The way they had the Married guy, he couldn’t have gotten either cock out of him. He was sandwiched between the two of them. The Married guy was struggling to get air when the Top guy pulled back. Cum was dripping from his mouth. The Married guy gulped in a big gasp of air and was panting. You could clearly see the sweat glistening on the Married guys back. The Bio-Hazzard guy was still balls deep in the Married guy’s ass

Last night a fuckbud/friend stayed over. Fb is 58. He teaches swimming and has a tight body and snow white beard. After we all enjoyed dinner and some tv, my # 1 retired downstairs in his room, and the fb and I retired to the primary. I love that we live by our own ‘rules’. While I was face down naked turning off the lights on my ipad, he starts playing with and eating my ass. Weird, for me. In no time, he’s choking himself on my dick. He’s really into forcing it all down his throat. I can feel my big dick head pop through something at the bottom of his throat. HOT. He can’t keep it there long, but just that fact that he is so hungry for my dick. I trade and suck his some. His is average 5 1/2 ROCK hard -yeah boy- and lassoed tight around his dick and balls. In no time I’m moving in for the deed. Lubing his hole. Wanting my dick inside him . He’s on his back, legs in the air, wanting the same thing. I push in and FUCK I have him in this tight little ball, dominating him. My dick is buried deep as it gets AND I can kiss him too. I am fucking away. Gentle. He says I can get rough. My head is swimming and I can feel how all my capillaries are open. I’m flushed with heat and sheer horny. I can’t fuck rougher now. Every tiny bit . . .his ass gripping my dick . . . small movements are blowing my nervous system. I keep stroking stroking though. He wants to be FUCKED Damn, I love a man who wants dick like that. I have a lot of dick! We pause briefly. I put my pillow under his ass, raising it up. I slide back inside him at the perfect level. And being the selfish beast I am, in no time I am pounding him. I have precummed so much. His ass is so slippery. I AM GOING TO CUM, I announce And then my dick is twitching deep inside him. I collapse. It’s here I have to say for posterity and anyone who will listen: WHEN A DUDE CUMS THERE IS A BIOLOGICAL REACTION CALLED A REFRACTORY PERIOD. LET THE DUDE COLLAPSE. The panting and sweating might be a hint. <There’s my PSA> After refracting, I ask him, “How are we going to get you off? You know what’s going to make you cum.” He was like “How about I fuck you?” How about? Yeah boy! I haven’t a dude’s load since last spring. I’m 95% top and looking to broaden my scope. He has me on my back. His dick goes in and FITS. You know the size and shape work so it’s not forever slipping out. And he fucks me. He balls me up like I did him. He’s pinning my legs back and railing my ass. And cumming. HE BLEW HIS LOAD UP MY ASS. Yeah boy! I usually give. Getting was super fun. Then sometime in the middle of the night we’re naked under the covers. Idk who got who hard, but he said to me, “ I want to ride it.” The lube is at arm’s length. <snap> I am on my back, boner sticking up, slippery and ready. He hops on. He lines it up. I feel his ass pop and let me in. He slides all the way down my shaft. My dick is way up in his guts. Best thing is, his dick, still lassoed, gets crazy hard. My dick is throbbing inside him where I’ve already left one load. He’s sitting down hard on it and taking all my meaty goodness . . . squeezing that shit from the inside. I’m stroking his rock hard dick while he rides mine. ”I’m going to cum like this.” he said. He just climbed on! I’m stroking his hard dick. I tease him about cumming. “You going to cum for me? Are you gonna make my dick feel your ass squeezing it when you pump out a load on my furry chest?” Then things got juicy. His dick. My hand. My fur. I told him later he could pick out the sperm balls in my fur since they were his. And that he should smell it too. See if it smelled as good as I imagined. He rolled off. Being an equal opportunity refractor, I gave him time to recover. Then asked: “Can I keep fucking your ass?” He’s face down, ass up right away. Damn right. I feel a little pity though. I’ve re-lubed with a light water-base coat to get back inside him. But once I am, there is the resistance that comes from a prior load. Mine. I can feel the . . . it’s almost like a squeaky roughness . . .of my earlier load breaking down, giving up hope, making his ass more vulnerable and receptive. And it feels amazing on my dick. So I do not pull out and add more lube. No that slightly resistant pressure of his cum soaked ass ring on my dick . . . I am reveling in how much he likes it. Dirty homo like me . Grrr. And the second cum is rougher, so he gets what he asked for way up front. A rough fuck. My dickhead feels amazing on his cummy ass walls. I grab his hips and use that hole. I’m throwing every bit of dick I have into him and pulling his ass back on my dick at the same time. Leverage is my thing, and I have it. Like an animal, I’m pounding that hole. I’m wondering if he’s counting the seconds until it is over , until I cum. That only makes me hotter. He’s cum and now he’s biting the pillow wanting my load in him. ‘Cause he know that cum deep in the ass is a GIFT And GIFT him I did. I held his hips so tight to me, I worried I’d bruise his pale white skin. Blew my boys deep. And that was our night. He had to get up @ 7:00 am and go to work teaching the children how to swim. He made him coffee and sent him off. And I masturbated out three more loads before noon thinking what fun that was.

When a bottom tells you to pull out, quit, to not cum inside and you still do - it became non-consensual when you did, and that’s rape. No different than “stealthing” downvote me, idgaf. But it is absolutely horrific to think it’s okay to violate somebody’s body. is there a risk when a bottom agrees to BB? Absolutely. However, as a “top” when a bottom asks you not to. It is your job to make the right decision. Pull out. Finish elsewhere. Or get dressed and leave

awww thanks!! Last time i was at Sawmill my husband had me bent over a picnic table of the trails, punch fisting my hole closed fist in front of a group of guys and making me count the punches out loud. After he was finished the guys gathered around were offered a turn using me I love being [assed around, especially publicly, so guys can see and experience for themselves what a ravenous sexual glutton I am.

I had the most intense sexual experience of my life last weekend. It was also the most frightening. I’m still trying to process me feelings about what happened. After many conversations with my boyfriend JM about the leather scene, we agreed to go together to a leather bar here in the Bay area. It’s well known as a place where men go to hook up on site, in various backrooms and the basement. Lots of sex – reputedly bareback sex. JM and I have an agreement that we would only engage in unprotected sex with each other. But I haven’t been able to overcome my fascination with letting a top I just met take me raw. We decided together that I should explore my desires more fully. Well, to cut to the chase, I found myself in a basement room with nothing but a cum-stained mattress, a bare lightbulb, and lots of mirrors, accompanied by JM and a muscular, alpha male with a goatee and close-cropped gray hair who said his name was Jake. I was wearing my harness, my black work boots, and my pride jewelry (but not my girlie wristwatch -- that's just for when I'm making love with JM). Jake wore studded leather arm bands and cuffs, a cock ring, and chaps. He had tatoos all over his arms and torso. We had agreed on a safe word, “heterosexual,” but I was determined not to use it. By prior understanding, JM left as things heated up between Jake and me, but was going to return to check on me. A lot of what happened in that room is now a blur. It was just too overwhelming to remember it. Jake slapped my ass hard, and I thanked him and called him sir. He smoked a cigar and when he kissed me he tasted of tobacco and stale beer. God, it was so hot! I've never been so submissive with anyone. He forced his cock deep in my throat until I gagged and didn’t let go of my head. I had trouble breathing. But Jake was only focused on his own pleasure. Then we were on the mattress. I was face down on my belly, and he mounted me. He was fully inside of me. Uncovered. A man I had just met. I was terrified, but I didn’t want him to stop. I was thrilled and turned on to be used the way Jake was taking me. The safe word was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t utter it, couldn’t stop him. “You need to be seeded, faggot,” he grunted in my ear. “That’s what pussy boys like you live for.” I knew he was right. I felt powerless. But then I had an attack of caution. As his thrusts grew faster and his heavy balls slapped against my ass, I muttered “heterosexual.” I said it again, louder and more forcefully. But he didn’t hesitate or pull out. He just growled in my ear, “Too late for that, cunt.” Then he jerked my head around to thrust his tongue in my mouth and I felt him tense up and explode inside me. He gripped my shoulders and kept thrusting until he had fully emptied himself in me. Then he stood up and walked out. I lay there for a long time, breathing hard. I felt his cum oozing from my ass. Tears stung my eyes and I started to sob. Then I looked up and saw JM staring down at me. He had a smirk on his face and his large cock stood erect. “My turn, slut,” he said coldly. And he had his way with me. At some point when he was fucking me, I had an amazing orgasm. When we left together, JM wrapped his arm around my shoulder and held me close. I was trembling and told him how scared I was. He reassured me that I would be fine but added that I should get myself tested regularly. I can’t stop thinking about what happened. I hope I have the power to resist the impulse to go back to the bar. I am scared of my feelings, scared of putting myself at risk. But my desire hasn’t been satisfied – If anything it’s more acute than before. I don’t know what I’ll do. (To be continued....)

since I was castrated Oct 3. and now it's been two weeks and healing is almost over, I am getting super horny. Not that I want to fuck anyone (hell my cock doesn't even get fully erect) but I want to be fucked so bad. On well my time will come soon I hope.

Three men came out of dark, went to a big bed in the middle of the room. One with a bra on his chest lied down, another quickly stuck his dick in the ass and started pounding while the third one watched the sex closeby and grouped the bottom. I also came closer and sat nearby on a small fuck table. After a while someone touched my back. I turned around, it was an Asian guy in a baseball hat, sporting leather strings around the body. He started hugging and touching me politely. Gradually his gestures were getting broader and hands stronger. He turned me to the couch I sat just recently and pushed me towards it. I went to the couch confused. What he was going to do, I though, he didn’t even asked or told me anything. I was uncertain. The guy strongly pushed my neck down towards the couch. Is he going to fuck me, right now, I worried I may have been not fully ready. While I was hesitant, he put his dick against my hole and pushed. I was so horny with all the situation I missed when he lubed my ass. He was going pretty smoothly though. How did this happen? I just stopped by out of curiosity and in ten minutes I’m being fucked. The asian guy behind grabbed my cock and jerked it. I was so aroused that I came almost immediately. The guy took his dick out, pulled me upright and pushed towards the dark room. I was not able to tell how many men were there. The guy bent me over something near another bottom, stuck his dick and started pounding. The man next to me grunted and moved back and forth. He was being fucked too. The guy took his dick out. I turned around to tell him I need a pause to wrap my head around the situation but the words stayed in my mouth. In the dim light I saw 5-6 man hungrily watching me and stroking. That scene was above my mental capabilities. I got down on my knees and started sucking the closest one. They all encircled me and I only saw dicks moved and floating above me. Even though I came recently my dick was hard. I sucked a few dicks, someone lift me back on my feet and pushed me towards another wall. I went there, put my arms upwards and curved my ass backward as much as I could. My bottom was immediately penetrated. The pounds were powerful, I almost jumped on my toes. Then the guy behind took a break, grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to a high bench against the next wall between two other bottoms. The one on the right was being fucked and the left one waited and spreaded his cheaks. I fell down on my chest and hard blows from behind began pushing my face into bricks. After a while the guy stopped, drew out his dick and left. I lied down on the bench breathing heavily. Everything was too intensive. Furtunatelly, no one jointed my from behing and had time to get some rest and come up to my senses. I stand up, came out of the dark room and went around the whole club. Some men were in action, some were watching them, some were having rest and some hungrily looked at me. I sit on the table near the wall by the entrance and starting watching. One guys approached me and started sucking my dick. I was so horny that I was about to cum so I genlty pushed him away. He nodded and went elsewhere. The asian guy appeared again, unhesitantly came close, uncrossed my legs, pushed my chest and pulled my legs to level my ass with the table edge. He lubed my hole, put my legs on his shoulders and pushed as the previous time. That was deep. Deep pain and high pleasure felt me up all over. I cried, my legs were shaking. The guy turned my around several times. In the end I was standing on my feet, chest down on the table and pushed the wall with arms to synchronize my movements with pushed behind. Dozen of men came by to look at the scene. The asian guy, turned me from the table. He threw me to a small bench nearby. The men went around and watched my face with open mouth in a silent cry. One guy took put his dick in my mouth. I adjusted my movements to satisfy tops from both sides. The action was hot, he quickly came and another dick took his place. Another cock was longer and softer, it went deep to my throat and the front top started movements. I couldn't believe. I was being spit roasted, while being watched by a bunch of men with hard dicks. The one behind drilled my ass, the one atop used my throat while my hard dick was swinging and beating the bench. That was the top moment of the night. After few wonderful minutes, the asian guy pulled his dick out. I didn't know where he went as I was too exhaused and too aroused. I slipped down to the floor. Fortunately, no one continued using me and I had a chance to breathe. Again I strolled around the club back and forth, had a few cups water, looked around for several actions. Only one guy approached me once and stroked my dick very nicely, which was quite pleasant. The asian guy found me again in the big room, grabbed me and took to a bid bed, put me on my back with legs on his shoulders and started fucking. That was even deeper than on the table, I tried to move away a bit, he came closer. After few rounds, my head dangled upside down from the bed edge. The asian guy fiercely deep fucked my ass. It felt like his dick was touching the stomach. I was shaked, my head swinging from the edge, mouth open. A black guy watching up came close and his dick touched my mouth. He thrusted deeper and deeper till his groin pressed to my nose. The waves of pleasure inside me was so intense, they dimmed the pain and the need for air. I was shaking, making noises, pinned between two dicks. The asian guy made few strong pounds and relaxed. I understood that he came, but I still had my mouth occupied. Yet I couln't help jerking my swollen dick, missing the beat for the front guy. That was too much to hold. He seemed to understand this, pulled his dick out and left. I was not even sorry for him. I focused on my dick head, which was going to explode. I came very hard and relaxed helplessly.

I love having the lingering taste and smell of sucking cock on my face and in my mouth. I’ll often blow a guy on my lunch break, and when I go back to work I secretly hope people can smell it on my breath and know what I’ve been up to.

The Private Party So I was on that barebacking site, you know which one. I just happened to look at the Private Parties section. Usually these are organized by a bottom guy who is looking for tops and doesn't really want any other bottoms there. This time I was pleasantly surprised to find a party where not only was the organizer a versatile top, most of the other people signed up to attend were or were tops or versatile. And it wasn't just a couple of attendees, there were already 8 people signed up. I started to look at the profiles of the organizer and the other attendees. Very hot. I could already feel my little cock start to tingle in anticipation. I've always had a fantasy about showing up at a party like this and when I get there being locked into a chastity device and then into the kind of bondage spreader bar which leaves a guy ass up and helpless to prevent anyone from using him as they see fit. I messaged the host for an invitation and asked him if it was OK if I was locked in a chastity cage and a spreader bar, He messaged me back saying I was invited and that would be great. I went to the toy/lingere store near where I live that carries a fairly large assortment of bondage toys. I picked out a spreader bar that looked sturdy. The lady at the counter gave me a wink and a smirk as I paid. So now I'm getting ready for the party. Taking a shower, shaving myself in all the right places. Applying good smelling lotion. Thoroughly cleaning myself out with many enema bottles. Lubing up my hole and sliding a large plug in. Putting on my cage and locking it securely in place. Putting on a jock so my ass will be exposed and ready. When I get there the host greets me at the door and recognizes me since I am carrying a spreader bar. When I am inside I strip down and remove the plus. He takes my clothes and the plug, putting them in a bag for safe keeping. tells me I can go set up in a corner and he'll have someone help me get locked up. He motions over a guy dressed in leather gear and asks him if he'd give me a hand. He says he would love to. We go over in the corner and I get down on all fours and he fastens my arms and legs to the spreader bar. I am now ass up and totally helpless to stop anyone from having free access to my hole. Other guys are milling around, a few are making out and I hear the moans and groans of others as they are sucking each other off or fucking. The guy admires his handiwork and gives my ass a smack. Other people seem to notice and soon a group forms. The leather guy starts to slide his hard, thick dick up and down my crack until the tip catches my hole, then he slides it in making me groan out in pleasure. He starts a slow in-out motion and his dick is long enough it is hitting my prostate and soon it is making my little cock confined in its cage drool pre cum. Someone notices and says "Look at that sissy clit drip!" while he reaches down and wipes some up with his finger and then puts it to my mouth making me taste my own seed. After a while the leather guy fucking me starts to pick up his pace, his low hanging balls which had been slapping my taint pulling up tight to his body and I know I'm about to take his load. As I feel his cock throb and his cum blasting deep inside me he bends down to my ear and says "did the host tell you that this isn't just a bareback party, it is a conversion party?" I cry out "No!", but I should have known because so many of the attendees had status "Ask me". He rests for a second and says "Well, now you know, and there was your first poz load". He barely has a chance to pull out before another guy starts sliding his big dick into my now well used hole. One by one guys pound my ass and fill it with their hot loads, many of them telling me things like that they had stopped their meds weeks ago in anticipation of this party. I can feel lube and cum dribbling out of my ass and down my leg every time one of them pulls out. I lose track of how many loads I take, but it has to be close to a dozen. Eventually I hear the host tell me the party will be ending soon and it is his turn. I feel his dick slide into my now stretched out hole, but he has to be one of the biggest I've ever taken because it still stretches me out more. He pounds me long and hard and then groans out as he cums, telling me he had been waiting to seed me all night and that his VL was very high so it was the guarantee that I'd be knocked up for sure. He and the leather guy then release me from the spreader bar and I am handed the bag with my clothes in it. I dress, my little cock still trapped in its cage and then drive home. When I get there I unlock my cage and as I'm pulling my little cock I get an email from the host inviting me to next month's party. I can't wait.

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…

I'm relatively new to all this, even though I have been on this site for a while. I'm basically a bottom due to ed problems, and I enjoy feeling a cock up my ass (I've been playing with my ass since I was 6-7 years old -- now using good sized toys on it quite regularly). I was chatting with a guy on-line one night and our experiences. We were getting very well, and he asked if he could come up that night (at about 9 pm). I said yes, and told him where I was -- his gps led him astray, and he didn't get there until about midnight. We talked for about an hour and then went to bed for some play time -- pretty vanilla -- we kissed, sucked each other, I rimmed his ass, and then he did mine -- after a few minutes he asked if he could fuck me. He had brought his testing from that week with him, and so I said yes. I thoroughly enjoyed his experienced cock poking at my innards; after about 10 minutes, he asked if he could cum in me, and I said yes, curious to see what it would feel like. I could feel his cock pulsing as he drove in as deep as possible and held it there -- I couldn't feel him shooting, but I did feel the warmth spread through my ass. He withdrew, and we cuddled up together and went to sleep. I woke in the morning with his cock in my crack, but we didn't repeat the experience from early in the morning hours, unfortunately. I really appreciated his thoughtfulness, and his asking if he could breed me. I've had one or two other guys breed me as well, and while I enjoyed them, I still remember my first fondly.

It is worth noting that this discussion was started back in 2010, at a time when PrEP was just starting to be discussed and consciousness of low or undetectable viral loads relating to a significantly decreased risk of HIV transmission was dim. For us now in 2022, barebackers, asking tops to pull out before they cum really does not make sense, at least from the perspective of HIV transmission. As long as one person or the other is either on PrEP or undetectable, there is no risk. You just—"just"—have the normal STDs to worry about. Back in 2010, the withdrawal technique was much more real. It was still deeply imperfect relative to condom usage, to be sure, with significant risks of HIV transmission connecting to just precum, but it was better than nothing. Back at that time, of course, I was not barebacking at all, having topped a boyfriend only once and not really being able to enjoy it and having been stealthed once (happily, the top was not in for long). In that time frame, with the resources available to me, if I had decided to take the risk of barebacking I would have expected my top to have pulled out before cumming. More, I would have had a right to expect him to do so; if he wanted someone he could cum in, he would always have been free to find another bottom.

It is only polite to make sure that your partner is getting from a sexual encounter what they want to get. Is asking a top not to cum inside really any different from asking a top not to fuck in a way that makes the bottom uncomfortable? I would also note that there are plenty of places cum could end up at the end of a fuck, outside of an ass, that would be hot. Imagine, say, pulling out of a guy's ass where boy to start fucking his throat and loading him that way. (Full confession: I am a guy who loves being loaded, who is in fact trying to hold onto his boyfriend's load from earlier this morning as he types.)

Yes - go for it. Nipple rings (I prefer the look to bars) look incredibly hot whatever your age and if I'm honest whatever your gender. My interests nowadays are almost entirely in men, but I still appreciate a nipple ring on a firm young female or trans female breast

I have experience with that scenario, though the father and son did not touch each other. I knew the father for about seven years, he was late 40s and I found him on A4A one night, he promised to come over the next morning and he showed up right on time. Amazing how a web cam can convince someone at 11 pm at night to be at your place 9 am sharp the next morning, see I keep pushing the web cam gentleman. I would have him over maybe every other month, huge top who was very skilled, knew what he was doing. Very good natured, I always managed to get him off, he told me how much he enjoyed my company. Nice enough to pick me up, take me to his "second home" and play there in a sling. I also invited him if I had a "group" over, usually someone who was local who might have been entertaining an out of town guest. One particular friend had a guy visit who took the Greyhound Bus from Oklahoma to Tampa, so I invited them to come down to the Bradenton area to play. Well I also invited my local buddy, to make it an even four, and he really appreciated me asking him to join the group. He said he was flattered I would think of him, but to be honest, he was non-judgmental, he basically was nice to everyone and proceeded to fuck the hell out of me, his little socks flew off his feet when he shot his load. I felt I was a good host that day So a few weeks later he said he had a "surprise" for me, and wanted to know when I might be free for him to come over. We planned on a weekend, mid day. He shows up with this guy in his mid 20s and says "this is my son". Well when he pulled down his pants, I could see the family resemblance, though the son was a shade or two darker, and about an inch or two bigger (really big). I remember blowing the two of them and I looked us as they were thouching each other's nipples. Now, there is only so much room in my ass, and they are very hygienic. So the son went to town on my ass, I remember him smiling at me, he still had braces. I did ask for ID only because I was so excited, and they are indeed father and son. His Dad took a whole bunch of pictures, while his son fucked me, I never saw them touch each other besides the nipples. The son pushed me so far back on my bed by the time he shot his load in me I was virtually standing on my head. We had a good laugh about it, the father enjoyed it, we had a blast. I continued to see the two of them over the next several years, usually adding another bottom so that it would be an even four. I miss my old apartment, living in that small city where "being a big fish in a little pond" had it's advantages. My old city was known for it's outlet mall off of I-75. I used to joke when the exit was coming up on drivers, I said they should post "next exit to @ellentonboy. It would have made giving directions so much easier. That's my story of having sex with a father and son. The son was mid and I suppose now late 20s, I guess over 30. I really miss his Dad, who was wonderful to me. It can happen guys, no need to make it creepy or illegal, because this is an example of two legal aged gay male adults, who just both happened to be father and son, and didn't mind stopping by my apartment for a little "[banned word]" fun time.

Better than poppers, by far !!!!

A4A is still my go to for getting consistent dick. It's come through for me time and time again..... literally just finished getting fucked and loaded up by a hot daddy I met on there not too long ago. After that growlr seems to do the trick if no one on A4A is biting. Grindr definitely has too many flakes, I look on there to pass the time maybe flirt with some guys....but I don't get my hopes up or give it too much energy

The first time I blew my first boyfriend he shot a huge load that spilled out of my mouth leaving a milky trail that dried there. We were going to a movie and he suggested I wash it off but I wanted to leave it there. I loved him so much it turned me on to have his ‘mark’ on me in public. When I would do my walk of shame from the bathhouse back to my apartment in the wee hours of a New Orleans morning I could always smell the men whose asses I ate and cocks I sucked in my beard. It was heavenly. I would sniff hard all the way home and would have to jack off again before I started my day.

Asian, 55 here, started fucking and getting fucked at 12. Grew up in Singapore, and it was pretty frowned upon and proscribed to be gay, and illegal as well, and the opportunities were limited. The first time was in the public/semi-private toilet at the National Library, saw this guy looking back at me in a pervy way, and he was an adult in his 30s. All my spidey senses were tingling, and he kept looking back at me and tilting his head to where he was going. Whoever built the library in the 1950s must have been queer, because it was at the ground floor, separated from the rest of the building, surrounded by tall, ornamental bushes. I entered, went to the latrine, and he followed in, joined me at the one directly next to me. He was pretty big, thick, generous foreskin-wise and dark red. He pulled me into the covered partition, and I sucked him, he sucked me, and we fucked each other. Really fascinated to find out my cum was intense and I could shoot thick semen at 12. The rest were pretty blah blah, until I was 16 and I fucked with this Indian guy who took me home, we talked as his and my cocks got harder. He was really big. Some Indians are really hung. Some aren't. Seroconverted much later, in Canada.

I can only think of one time this happened to me but he was way too late with his request, my dick had already let go. He insisted I get tested and he would do the same. I sent him my results which were neg but I never heard from him again. Asshole. He didn’t deserve my load.

I (like most bottoms), do all it takes to be as cleaned out as humanly possible. I will never bottom if I don't think I'm 100% ready to go. That said, even with all the cleaning and precautions, sometimes (thankfully very rarely) something (ahem) slips through the crack. You think it's "embarrassing" to ask a guy if he's clean? Imagine how most of us bottoms feel when this happens. To me, it's mortifying - not just because it's gross (it is) - but because I'm expecting the exact opprobrious (and frankly juvenile) reaction that you just substantiated. You can't consistently put your dick in other dudes' buttholes and realistically expect it to always come out clean. The last time this happened to me, after I apologized profusely, the goddamn gentleman of a top just shrugged it off and said "look, accidents happen." I'm sure he was as grossed out as I was, but that small kindess turned a tremendously humiliating situation into simply an unfortunate one. It was also a good reminder that although we all get caught up in these tropes -- cocky top, dutiful bottom -- we're all just human. Humans that poop. So Dear Tops, the next time you (inevitably) address this shituation, before you shame the "dirty" bottom who likely didn't set out earlier that night hell-bent to give you half a Dirty Sanchez-- keep in mind that he probably won't remember your cock, or "the disgusting smell that makes [you] throw up;" but he will remember the way you made him feel.

The Third Chapter July 1999. Matthew is 23 years old. To the love on one’s job. It is a hot summer night on Wellington Street as Matthew exits his car. He parks just around the corner, and begins waking to the sauna. The street is particularly empty at this time of the night, ten o’clock is the time, unlike the nearby street of Peel which is always busy with people, especially tonight, which happens to be a Saturday. He walks past the empty Anytime Fitness gym and walks into the building marked Wet on Wellington. He has a shift tonight, as he always does during the weekend. “Busy tonight?” Matthew asks the man at the counter. The man’s name is Somchai, a Thailander, very young and very pretty with diamond studs in both ears. He’s been fucked by Matthew many times, usually after his shift in the darkness of the upstair’s room or, once, behind the building in the alleyway, concealed by one or two dumpsters. “Getting there,” Somchai replies and blushes. “You’re early for your shift.” “Just seeing who’s around first, that’s all,” Matthew says. Somchai hands Matthew the key to the massage room and buzzes him through the door. “Before I forget,” Somchai says, “the boss wanted me to give you this.” He hands Matthew a small brown envelope. “What’s in it anyway?” Matthew takes the envelope and smiles without replying, walks away. He passes a few men in the locker room with towels wrapped around their waists, walks up the giant flight of stairs to the second level, and into the massage room. His client won’t be here for another ten minutes. He rips the upper corner of the envelope and empties the content, which contains a dozen or so packets of white patches and a note which falls to the ground. The patches remind him of Nicotine Patches but he knows what these are really for and he smiles nefariously. The notes simply says ‘Use Wisely. Enjoy, from the Boss.’ A knock on the door heralds the arrival of his first client for the night, a muscular guy with black hair and eyes the colour of chocolate cake. They exchange hellos and the man undresses, lays on his stomach, and the massage begins. Slowly, Matthew undresses too, until he is butt-naked, but the man does not mind, not even a little. The oil is slick on the man’s skin, and he almost falls asleep when he notices something hard poking at his face, and is surprised to see Fernando’s dick at his face. “Oh,” the man says, “sorry, I’m straight. I’m not into that sort of thing.” Taken aback, Matthew apologies quickly and resumes his massage. A few minutes goes by and something happens rather quickly that the man does not anticipate. A patch of something white sticks to the side of his neck but it is applied so gently that he never notices it. His heart beats faster and he becomes uncontrollably horny as the drug from the patch begins to work its magic all around his body. At this moment, Matthew smirks and begins rubbing a generous amount of oil on the man’s butt, fingering his ass with a finger, followed by another, much to the man’s enjoyment. Matthew attempts to feed the man his cock once more and this time the man is eager to feed on it as if he is starved. He can’t seem to stop himself. All the while, Matthew continues to finger his ass, and when it is ready, Matthew pushes the man down back on his stomach, climbs on top of the massage table, slides his dick inside the man with ease. It is tight, no less than that of a virgin, perhaps it might be given the straight acting nature of the man but nonetheless, it won’t be a virgin after tonight. The man winces in pain before he is overcome with pleasure and he rocks his bottom back and forth on Fernando’s cock. Soon, their thrusts are in sync with each other. It doesn’t take long for Matthew to come, thick and creamy, deep inside the man’s ass, which he tightens to milk down to the last drop. His dick slides out gracefully, still hard, feeds it to the man who happily swallows it in one go, cleans it while on his knees, cum dripping out of his ass and down the back of his thigh. The massage is over. Matthew kisses the man and slaps his ass as he exits the room as the next appointed man awaiting his massage walks in. This would continue for the next three hours in the massage room, and every man would be bred by Fernando, some more willing than others, but never as resistant as the first man of the night, but there is always the white patch of drug if he ever has to cross that bridge again. It is one in the morning and Matthew has finished his shift for tonight. A knock on the door and it’s Somchai who has also finished his shift. Somchai locks the door behind him and, like he does every night when he knows when Matthew finishes his shift, goes down on his knees without anybody asking and begins working on Fernando’s thick cock with his talented mouth. Somchai can taste the asses of the men Matthew has fucked throughout the night but he doesn’t care, and he offers up his own ass to Matthew which Matthew doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of. Somchai is nothing more than a sex toy which Matthew uses for his own pleasure, and he rewards Somchai for his loyalty with a load deep inside him. Matthew exits the room, down the corridor, and as he walks past the darkroom catches the glimpse of the muscular man with black hair from earlier. He is bent over with a cock in his mouth and a cock in his ass, and there are many men surrounding them all jerking off, and waiting for their turn with the man.

Meh, shit happens. 1) Most straight guys dont know how to do douche but they're so hot to top. 2) And what about spontaneous sex where there hasn't been time to clean up beforehand? Like waking up in the morning next to a lover with morning glory or unexpectedly making eye contact with some stranger at an event u werent planning to have sex at. 3) or how about camping? the outdoors where no facilities are available. Are u just gonna not have sex and miss out cuz it's messy? pssh, it's not the end of the world, it's just organic matter, nbd. As long as you avoid the riding position, dont go crazy with the fucking and make sure your cock stays inside with your strokes, the mess will be pretty minimal and mostly confined. After cumming, just wipe and clean up after, easy peasy, no big deal And also, honestly, I mean this sincerely and not as a criticism, when you stop being so judgemental and fussy about stuff like this, whether it's in your attitude or your profile or whatever, ppl will respond to that and I find more and hotter guys will be attracted to you

yes! darkrooms and public slings are the best for cumdumps like us that just wanna be fucked and bred by as many men as possible. love being watched while I get used like a community cumdumpster plus putting on a show like that makes other guys so hornt they need a round in a sluts hole. I even get off on thinking about the guys watching who think I’m way too trashy to fuck raw and overhearing guys talk about what a dirty whore I am. but I like the sling for not seeing who is fucking me. I have been getting blindfolded in public slings since high school, partly to show guys I’m willing to take anyones load and partly to remind myself of how when it comes to taking loads I have no standards, no pride, no shame and no self respect. love knowing after I take 20, 30, 40 loads that I have no idea who blew their load in me or even what they look like. but all the guys watching me get trashed know who I am and what I look like and if they know me and will recognize me in the street, or in the club, or the mall, or at school, even the ones who think I’m disgusting and see me laying there with my gaped out hole dripping cum all over the floor between men. plus even when im not wearing the blindfold, with the dark room and the red light right above the top fucking me I can’t really see what any of my breeders look like anyhow. no idea who or how many men I begged to breed me. also, thanks to some help and trickery, thats how I got my father to see me in action, doing what I do best, getting gangbanged.

I was finally going to do it. My wife Kaitey was out of town for a long weekend visiting family. I stayed home because our pet sitter flaked out at the last minute, and anyway they'd have more fun talking about old times without having to clue me in on all their old references and stories. I decided to use the freedom to finally experience gay sex. I considered myself completely straight for the first three years of our marriage. One night, though, I was jerking off to some gangbang porn and accidentally clicked on a gay scene. I watched some twink get fucked by 4 guys and my cock had never been harder. I lasted maybe a minute before shorting a huge load. I closed the window, deeply ashamed. After a few months doing everything I could to convince myself that was a fluke, I started watching gay porn regularly. I loved watching guys take big dicks. Breeding scenes soon became my favorite. I knew from that first experience that I wanted to be the one on the bottom. Before long I signed up for a gay hookup site. I said in my profile I was married and just looking to fantasize. That didn't endear me to most of the guys there, but some were cool with a horny texting relationship. Paul lived a couple of miles away and we chatted every few weeks. He knew I was a gay virgin who fantasized about being a cum dump. Pretty soon we were explicitly talking about him breeding my ass. This had been going on for about three months before this weekend. As soon as we agreed I would stay,I texted Paul that I wanted to hook up on Saturday. I told him that despite my fantasies, he would need to fuck me with a condom. "Of course," he replied. I woke up Saturday super excited. I was going to head over at three. A couple hours before, I got cleaned up had a drink to calm my nerves. Paul texted me to say that he couldn't host me after all. His roommate had friends over and whatever. But I was alone so how about at my place? I didn't respond right away. I was nervous about him knowing where I lived. I had another drink and decided to go for it. I gave him my address. "You'll bring condoms right?" "Of course," he replied. ***** 15 minutes later he pulled up in a grey f150. I answered the door in jeans and a t-shirt. No underwear but lubed. He was mid 40s, white and fairly fit. He had more tattoos than I realized from his pics, maybe some news ones. Most of his arms were covered. My heart was pounding as I greeted him. He could tell and just said, "relax, this'll be fun." I said yeah let's get upstairs. He followed me into the bedroom. Seeing my wife's decorations made me ashamed, but the porn I had playing on tv refocused my mind. I undid his pants and pulled out his dick. Five inches and growing, I sucked it into my mouth. The first penis I'd ever sucked. I slurped and sucked. "Good boy," he said with an edge. "Get naked." I did as he said, laying on top of the duvet. He took off his clothes, too, and I got a good look at his 7" cock. His pubes were buzzed down and it seemed massive. "Larry back and spread your legs," he said impassively. I did as I was told, grabbing my legs at the knees and spreading for him. He reached for his jeans. Good, he was getting a condom. He came back with a bottle of lube and squired some on his bare cock. Paul fingered some lube in my ass and moved towards me, grabbing my legs. "Paul, condom," I said quietly. His only response was to grab a pillow and pull my ass on it. He pushed his raw dick into my hole. Fuck. "Paul, please, you promised." He picked up his pace. "I know this is what you want. Just enjoy it." It was true and I relented. Paul fucked my hole and called me a slut, pushing my legs back and apart. I stroked my cock, which was already coated in precum. It didn't take me long to squirt a load all over my stomach. Another wave of panic came over me. "Please pull out at least." With that he buried his penis in my asshole. He sighed deeply and I knew he was ejaculating. "You really do have a tight ass hun," he said cheerfully, his cock still all the way inside. I laughed uncomfortably and tried to squirm away. He grabbed me and said, "hang on." He thrusted a couple more times before pulling out, a stream of cum and lube running out of me. "I hope that ass is ready for more dick." To be continued.

I'm not known as a patient guy and had no intention of waiting for the Italian guy to send more action my way. I was now hot and horny for more cum in my ass. Why wait? I remembered a Squirt profile of a top nearby. "Don't invite me unless you already have two loads on board. Hopefully from different guys ... lol. You'll need the only lube I ever use to accommodate my beer can thick 11 inch monster. I only play raw and always flood your ass with a gallon of my sweet milk." I had been hoping to entertain this silver fox for over a year but my conditions had never been right until this moment. I had three loads filling my guts from three different workmen. God, I hoped he would be on line. And he was. I sent him my invitation and he was knocking on my door within 15 minutes. True to his profile he was 6' 4" of linebacker stature. His handsome stern face communicated that I better be telling the truth. Without words he pushed inside and slammed my door shut. He pinned me against the wall and laid a ferocious kiss on my mouth. Meanwhile his large paw of a hand slid down my back, under my towel and a thick finger plunged in my sloppy hole. "Where is your bedroom?" He ripped my towel off as I led him. By the time we got there he was shirtless and hopping out of his pants and underwear. His body was covered with beautiful silver hair and his cock was everything he advertised. I began to question my decision. But I was struggling to get as much of his monster cock down my throat as he pushed on my shoulders. "I didn't come here to face fuck you faggot. Turn around. Give me your slutty ass." I spun around and his fat cock head wasted no time pushing in my hole. I was glad I was already stretched out by three cocks, 'cause he was just starting and I already felt like he was going to split me in two. The pain was so intense I screamed. "That’s right slut, scream away if you must but it would be best if you take deep breaths. I don't wait for no one." The pain continued to burn, but I was determined to take him balls deep so pushed back with all I was worth. I'm always amazed at how quickly the pain turns to pleasure when they are balls deep and although fuller than I had ever been this giant was no exception. He pounded away and drove me into my mattress. I just kept pushing my ass back at him. Then he spun me around and tossed my legs up on his shoulders. I couldn't believe the sight of him towering over me as his monster erection expertly found my hole and drove in deep. At this angle it hurt like hell but I had no intention of stopping him. Every thrust felt like it would rip me open but I just begged, "Harder, harder, fuck me harder. " He was now sweating like a pig and his breath was getting ragged. "Breed me. Flood my guts with your cum!" He kept pounding away as rope after rope painted me deeper than I had ever been bred before. As he was panting collapsed on top of me my doorbell rang.

Having to pace yourself is a much lesser problem than being bored and frustrated for the entire rental. I can deal with that kind of problem.

Attention SawMill fans (lol): If you are on their mailing list I believe first weekend in November they are having one of their special events - not sure if it the "Leather weekend" but the cooler months are enjoyable there because you can wear leather and not suffocate in the heat. I think what I enjoy most are the special events, usually during the winter months. For those who have not been, it's sort of in the middle of "nowhere", which is fine because it's incredibly private. It's not exactly easy to navigate once you exit I-75, but once you have done it, you usually remember how to find it. Those special events attract guys from all over.

I don't see any chains pinning you to this site. More importantly: sites like this are a community, not just a free-for-all where anything goes. Societies and communities *always* have rules that have to be obeyed; it's what makes it possible for a bunch of people to interact with each other even when they may have disparate goals and ideas and beliefs. The nice thing about reputation points working as they do is that they aren't "brownie points" awarded by the site management for agreeing with them or whatever. They're the sum of positive and negative reactions given by others in the community. As such, if most people here like personal sexploit tales (like those found in the "Your last load" section (which has over 17,000 posts at this point), they can encourage more of the same by liking and upvoting those kinds of posts. And for those who appreciate good health care information, likewise, liking and upvoting posts in the Health and HIV forum that are useful and convey good information boosts people's willingness to participate. Ditto for the fiction section, the bugchasing section, the straight and bi section, the fetishes (hard core and soft core) sections, and more. There are only a handful of things you can't post about here; otherwise, it's pretty much wide open. Some things that fit, however, may be more (or less) popular than others, within this particular community. That's just how the world is.

Last time I went to the sauna (equating it to "sex club" description), I arrived around 2pm and left at 8pm. Nothing had happened two hours in, so I figured I wouldn't be staying that long. Then after a fuck nothing for ages. Again I thought about actually heading off, but bizarrely I had a few guys fuck and load me pretty much one after the other. It's taught me to be patient and not worry about getting nothing/little, because it can all change very quickly.

You hit the nail on the head about the big thing for any hook up site, it's all about location, location, LOCATION! Me being where I'm at, not as many issues when it comes to scammers, but there are a lot of similar faces that one will see time and time again. Honestly, since so many of us on here do prefer bare play, I'd rather take chances on BBRT than A4A, BUT one other site that's starting to get interesting for what can be offered is Sniffies for seeing where exactly a hook up will be and where you can go for cruising fun if it's safe enough to do so. But like other sites in general, just the matter of weeding out the good from the bad chances.

In a perfect world, there are no pullout. Raw is Law and Breeding is MANDATORY. in the real world consent is sexy and violating consent has consequences. and this is from a guy into consensual non- con, because i love a food fight and fuck

Well put, we all do out best to be as clean as possible, but accidents do happen and when the do it's mortifying.

The Fourth Chapter September 2001. Matthew is 25 years old. To the love of his life. At this point in the story, Matthew has had sex with hundreds of men, infecting each and everyone of them with the incurable strain of HIV. His soul is a bottomless pit that can never be filled no matter how many men that he sleeps with, but he truly believes that when he finds the man that had originally infected him, and carry out his revenge, that this bottomless pit can finally be filled and that death, whenever that may be, will come peacefully. It is a cloudless night in 2001 when he feels weak on his knees after releasing into a man at his job at Wet on Wellington. He had felt this weakening feeling before, but not to this extreme, and as the man thanks him and leaves the massage room, he collapses on the floor and blanks out. He awakes in the bed of a hospital, connected to monitors that beeps and buzzes all around him. A man is sitting there beside his bed and it takes a moment for Matthew to register that it is Somchai. He is asleep on the chair, head down, chin on his chest, snores softly. Matthew finds this kind of cute, in a way that he never felt for this man before. He awakes moments later and is startled to find Matthew finally awake and he closes the distance between them with a hug. The doctor comes in and informs Matthew that he had collapsed three days ago and has been in the hospital ever since. His conditions have stabilized and he is due to be released soon but the doctor still has one piece of news that he wanted to share with Matthew. He had been diagnosed with AIDS, which in this day and age with the current medication would mean that he needed to get his affairs in order, a saying which meant that he didn’t have much time to live. The doctor exchanges a look of sadness to both Matthew and Somchai and slowly exits the room. The sadness lingers in the air and does not exit even though the window is left slightly ajar. It smothers the two young men in the room and conjures up a steady stream of tears as they embrace one another. “You didn’t have to come here,” Matthew tells Somchai. “I know. But I wanted to,” he replies, and in that moment, from the way Somchai’s eyes look at him, and the energy in the room, Matthew knows that they hold a deeper connection, one that transcends the realm of this existence and into another one. It is nighttime when Matthew wakes up with his cock being serviced. Somchai has left for the night—doctor requests—and when he opens his eyes, he is surprised to see it is one of the male nurses that had come in to check up on him. He is quite good with a cock in his mouth and Matthew relaxes and lets the nurse do his thing. In a few moments, the nurse pulls down his pants and begins to ride his cock, ever so quietly as to avoid unnecessary attention, and in a few strokes he releases inside the nurse. He stays there for a moment to take it all in, squeezing his ass tight to milk every last drop but a few drops does manage to drip out of his ass and down his legs as he gets off, but he doesn’t mind and pulls up his pants and go off on his merry way to resume his job. Matthew falls back asleep. This repeats for the next few nights until he is released from the hospital. When the weekend arrives, Matthew heads back into Wet on Wellington to resume his job as a masseur, but life still has a few more curveballs installed for him. The Boss informs him that his service is no longer needed. “We can’t have you going around infecting people with HIV,” says the Boss. ‘It’s bad for business. If they die, who will come here then?” Matthew stays silent. He did not tell the Boss that he had been infecting people ever since the Boss had taken him into this role for the last seven years. He did not tell the Boss that there was no way of knowing whether someone had HIV, or any other sorts of bugs for that matter. And he did not tell the Boss that he too, probably has HIV after having sex with Matthew in the early days of his career. He remains silent and leaves the sauna early for the night and visits the nearby gay club, Sircuit, to drink away his problems, and it was on this particular night that he meet someone whom he wanted to meet for a very long time. Sitting at the bar, by himself, is the man with the scorpion tattoo on his right forearm. He looks much older than Matthew had remembered, but he would recognize the man from anywhere and anytime, and tonight, Sircuit is the where and now is the time. He sits next to the man and orders a drink, strikes up a conversation. He is surprised when the man does not recognise him, not even a little, and when he is distracted, slips a pill into his drink which sizzles and disappears. The bartender sees this but does not say a word, having witnessed too many acts of this kind to even care. The man drinks his glass, becomes drowsy, and Matthew offers him a ride home, carries him to his car, but drives in a direction other than either of their homes. If there was a place to dispose of a body, it would have to be the Grampians.

August 13th, 1977 Waking up in Mac’s bed is still a new experience but I like it, almost more importantly Brett like’s it. It turns him on knowing I’ve been with someone else. He always rips my clothes off as soon as I get home and has me tell him about my night. Mac and I had been out to the bars last night with a couple of his friends and Brett had been at work late. We’d had a good time, mostly staying at Julius drinking. Slowly guys coupled off. There had been no promise of sex in Mac’s invitation but when he looked at his friends making out with random guys he turned to me and said, “I cant wait to breed your sweet hole again.” I was instantly hard. I’m still a little in shock if I’m honest. How did I go from not understanding my own sexuality to having two men want to fuck me regularly? Obviously, I went home with him. We tumbled into his apartment in the small hours very drunk, and were naked before we got in the bed. Mac clearly been serious about not being able to wait because he just dove right into my hole with his tongue and started to push me open. His eating me out was absolutely only in service of getting me warmed up for his cock though. As soon as he thought I was close to prepped, he spat on my hole and stuffed his cock in. It was rough, hot and brutal. He pounded me with one leg on the floor, one leg next to me on the bed driving his cock deep inside with every stroke. Brett had fucked me like this a few times, animalistic, needing to just blow his load. I dont mind, I like being fucked like that. I like being used. When Mac finally roared and locked his cock into me to pump his load into my guts I let out a long sigh. We fell asleep in a heap of naked sweaty bodies with his soft cock nestled between my cheeks. After a month of waking up to Brett’s cock pressing into me in the morning I’m pretty use to the feeling of a warm cock pushing on my hole to wake me up. I ground by ass back on Mac as I came out of sleep to feel his morning wood. He didn’t say anything, just put one hand on my hips and lined up his cock. His lips grazed the back of my neck and his cock slid inside of me. We both groaned, his load from the last night more than enough lube to make it a smooth easy fuck. Deeper and deeper he slid, my body opened from him almost instantly. Mac slowly ground another load into me. His hips pressed tight to my body as his cock pumped deep inside my hole. My ass felt wet at I walked home, a feeling I’m becoming quite familiar with. Honestly… I like it. It feels kinky and slutty. Like I have this secret that no one on the street knows as I walk by them. They have no idea that another man’s semen is floating around inside my guts. It was already ungodly hot by the time I got home and climbed the steps into our apartment. I was sweating and felt like I must stink of last night’s booze and sex. Brett greeted me at the door in just a jock. He kissed me deeply and slid his hands down the back of my shorts. His fingers quickly finding my slick hole. I moaned into his mouth as he fingered me. He pulled a finger out of my ass slowly and then brought it to my lips. I paused. This was new, yet it seemed, even in the movement, and obvious progression. I opened my mouth and licked the mixture of cum and ass juice from his finger. My cock throbbed in my shorts, leaking more precum into the pouch of my straining jock. “You like that don’t you.” Brett said with a mischievous grin on his face. “Yeah…I guess I do,” I said a little sheepishly. “Don’t be ashamed. You like getting fucked, and you like cum.” “Yeah.” I was smiling now. “Is this Mac’s big load I feel inside you.” “Two actually, one from last night and one from this morning.” “Fuck,” he groaned into my ear, “I love it.” “Me too.” He kissed me again, holding me close to his warm body. His hands were back down my shorts, fingers probing my hole again. “I’ve got a thought,” Brett said. “What’s that?” “It’s too nice a day to be cooped up inside. Let’s go over to the piers.” “The piers?” “Yeah, on the west side, past the West Side Highway.” “There’s nothing over there. Isn’t it just and abandoned ship yard?” He kissed me again, “That’s what you think.” “How far have you gotten,” Nick said, walking into the room toweling himself off after a shower. Luke was laying on the couch in Nick’s hotel room, naked except for a white bike jock, with one knee bent propping Nick’s old journal up. The younger man looked up from the book grinning, “You’re about to go to the pier for the first time.” “What do you know about the pier?” “Nothing.” “Well then, don’t let me stop you from finding out.” Nick tossed his towel off to the side and rummaged in his suitcase for some underpants. He had just pulled on a pair of tight white briefs when he felt hands on his back. He turned and Luke was there, his young body pressed tight against Nick’s. The boy’s obvious erection was pressing hard through the fabric of his jock and into Nick’s leg. Nick grabbed Luke’s ass with one hand, and with the other tipped his chin up. He kissed Luke softly on the lips and dragged his finger against Luke’s hole. The boy felt used and wet between his cheeks. No wonder, Nick had already put two loads in Luke that morning, not to mention the ones last night. It had been like that since they had first fucked. Luke making excuses so as to not go home to his parents, and spending every night at his uncle’s hotel. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. No sooner would the door close behind Luke each night then they would be ripping each other’s clothes off. Luke would fall to his knees, or jump on the bed, begging Nick to use one hole or the other. It seemed like Luke had been constantly full of Nick’s cum for a week now. They both knew it was coming to an end soon though. Nick was only in town for a few more days and then he would be back with Brett in San Francisco. Then Luke would leave town too and go back to college a few weeks after that. They didn’t want to think about that though. They wanted to stay in their lustful bliss. Luke pushed forward, and Nick lost his balance falling back onto the bed. Luke took the opportunity to pull the briefs Nick had just put on back off again. Nick laughed, “I have to get ready, I’m supposed to meet your father in an hour.” “I know, but…” “One more for the road?” “Yes.” “Fuck. I’m going to meet my brother smelling like sex from fucking his son… this is fucked up.” Nick said, his eyes never leaving Luke’s face. Though he voiced the [banned word] they were breaking, neither one of them cared any more. All concern had fallen away after their first kiss, now it was just passion and fun. “What he doesn’t know…” “Shut the fuck up and get me hard then.” “Yes sir,” Luke grinned cheekily and swallowed Nick’s semi hard cock in one easy move. Nick groaned, as he began to swell in Luke’s mouth. Luke’s shoulder muscles flexed as he neck bounced up and down. This was one of Nick’s favorite views. The 21 year old’s trim body was on perfect display as he worked Nick’s thick cock. He could savor his strong back, his well formed chest, the thick light brown hair that grew there, when Luke came up for air he got a perfect view down to Luke’s straining and often leaking cock too. It didn’t take long for Nick to get hard again. Despite being more than 30 years older than Luke he had the virility of a much younger man. He and Brett often joked that their continued stamina was from frequent practice. “If you never stop fucking like a 20 year old, you never start fucking like a 50 year old.” He hooked his hands under Luke’s armpits and dragged him up on the bad. Luke shifted himself so he was straddling Nick’s body and sat back. They had fucked so often that Luke’s body no longer put up any resistance. Not that he was loose, just comfortable. Nick slid inside of Luke’s warm, wet, cummy hole with ease and the two of them let out a sigh of relief. Luke without prompting began to ride his uncle’s throbbing cock and bent forward to kiss Nick. The wrapped their arms around each other as they kissed, Nick thrusting up into Luke’s hole. They were both moaning lightly as they slowly fucked. Nick’s hands ran along Luke’s back tracing the now familiar ridges and valleys of his spine down to his hips. He gripped Luke and started to buck a little harder. The boy groaned into their kiss before breaking it and sitting back fully on Nick’s cock. Nick too the opportunity to use his superior strength to throw their center of gravity off, knocking Luke to the side. In one clean swift movement he had inverted their positions, and Luke was now flat on his back still stuffed full of Nick’s hard dick. Luke’s eyes rolled back for a moment, Nick’s cock hitting a little bit deeper. Nick loved taking Luke like this, his body lain out in front of him. He watched the boy’s chest rise and fall, racked with gasps and moans, as he fucked him. He held tight to Luke’s thighs and began to pound. As much as he wanted to spend all day buried deep inside Luke’s ass, he had to get going. He picked up the pace, fucking harder and faster. Sweat was glistening on Luke’s chest, and a bead slowly made its way down Nick’s back. They were both panting. The cliff came rushing up quickly. Nick’s balls were contracting, and almost without warning he was pumping another load into Luke. The both let out a satisfied sigh, as volley after volley of semen erupted from Nick’s cock. Luke felt the warmth he craved rush into him and spread up his guts. For a brief moment he felt satiated. They both breathed hard, Nick shaking a little from the force of his orgasm. Then he kissed Luke and slid gingerly from his hole. “Ok, now! No more distracting me. I have to go.” Luke laughed, “Fine. I’ll just sit down over here and read my book.” “Alright, enjoy. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He finished getting dressed and kissed Luke on the way out the door. “Have fun,” he said. August 13th, 1977 cont. Brett dressed in a pair of cut off shorts that barely covered his furry ass, a crisp white jock and a tank top. I followed suit in some cute little basketball shorts I had recently bought and a t-shirt, and of course a jock. Then, with a backpack full of beer over his shoulder, he led us out of the apartment. I thought Brett had lost his mind when we got to the end of 20th Street and stood under the pylons of the West Side Highway. Brett however didn’t seem to feel out of place at all, he crossed the dark street underneath the highway and slipped past the concrete barriers. On the other side of the road was a high chain link fence, the kind that the city would throw up quickly to keep people out of an abandoned lot. This one hadn’t fared much better than any other fence in the city. It was rusted and uncared for. There were parts that were tilting away from the road at a wild angle as if a truck had backed into it and some parts were missing entirely. It was through one of these opening that Brett walked. Still deeply suspicious I followed him. On the other side of the fence, blocked from view of the street and city beyond stood the old piers. Big concrete and steel structures, long since abandoned they looked like something out of the apocalypse. The windows were broken in, doors hung loose on their hinges or were missing entirely. These massive edifices that had stood as the port of welcome to NYC now were hollowed out shells. We walked along the side of one of these buildings, picking our way around bits of debris that had fallen from the buildings in the decade since its closure. The building eventually gave way to what must have been an open air warehouse previously. A big rusted steel roof stretched high overhead. It looked like the exposed skeleton of a building, all the brick and mortar flesh having rotted away. The monument to urban decay vaulted above our heads however, was not what drew my attention. It was the people. The abandoned pier was bustling with people… no, bustling with men. Everywhere I looked there were guys sunning themselves, having picnics, drinking cans of beer, reading, relaxing, and fucking. There out in the open, close to the building and barely shielded from view were men having sex. This was nothing like the gay bars which, although this was a post stonewall world, still always felt off the books, this felt like freedom. As I looked around more I realized that Brett had brought me to the homosexual holy land. All around gay men were living their lives. Yes, some were fucking, but more still were just there living their lives, enjoying the summer sun without fear of judgment or persecution. I watched, my mouth almost hanging open, as an older couple dressed in smart clothing walked hand in hand down the pier. I’ve never seen two men just casually holding hands like that before. It just doesn’t happen. Apart from a drunken tryst after the bar, everything about gay life is furtive and hidden. Being out of the closet is relative, almost no one really truly acts the same way all the time. Yet here, amongst the ruins of the Chelsea Piers, it happened. A little oasis where gay men just existed, in all of their many complexities. “How?” I said, turning to Brett. He was grinning from ear to ear, “No one cares about this place. So, I guess at some point gay men just took it over. Come on, let’s hang out for a while and then we can go exploring.” Then he grabbed my hand and started to lead me down the pier. I felt this panic well up inside me, this fear of what others would say if they saw me holding hands with another man, even though it made me feel amazing to have my fingers interlaced with Brett’s as we walked. Very, very slowly, however, that started to fade. I looked around at the people around us. It was only gay men, no one cared. It was so freeing. Being in a gay bar, no matter how nice it was or how much fun I was having always feels electric, like at any moment I could be caught with my hand in the cookie jar. This however, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist and we were in a land populated by only gay men. With a view of scenic industrial New Jersey, gay men of all sorts congregated. We passed a group of guys laying out on towels in the sun completely naked. My eyes immediately drifted to their soft cocks. I wondered for a moment what each of them would be like sliding inside of me. Brett’s right, I really have developed a pretty intense love of cock. We passed guys sitting reading books, some smoking grass, a few were alone. One guy had a sketch pad propped against his legs, his hand moving fast he scratched out the prone semi nude figure in front of him in charcoal. Brett took us almost to the far end of the dock, and then put his back pack down on a concrete ledge about the height of a low stool. He pulled out a beach town and spread it on the ledge before handing me a beer and sitting down. He grinned, cracked his own beer open, and took a long swig. I sat next to him, and put my head on his shoulder. I felt his arm slide up my back, till it was draped across my shoulders holding me close. “How did you find this?” “A guy I hooked up with last summer told me. I came here one afternoon and…” he trailed off, taking another long swig of beer. “Well, I got a good tan, and ended up bent over in an old office in the on the building getting fucked by a couple of guys I met.” “God its hot thinking about the times you must have been full of cum from some hook up while we were hanging out and I had no idea.” I said. I was a little hard just thinking about it. “Its happened a lot.” “Slut.” “Rich coming from the guy who came home with an ass full of spunk this morning.” “I didn’t see you complaining.” “Oh. I’m certainly not complaining.” He kissed me, right there in the bright sunlight for all to see, “I’m not complaining at all.” We sat quietly for a while, just drinking and watching the world. Brett took his shirt off and stuffed it in his bag. He looked spectacular in the sun. Light glittered in his thick blonde chest hair, his skin already kissed a light golden brown from the summer sun. I eventually joined him, letting the warm light spill across my skin as we drank. We chatted about nothing at all for a long time. I’m really glad that despite the change in our relationship our we can still just sit and talk for ages. My eyes began to wander, drifting back to the group of nude sunbathers. They weren’t just sunbathing now though, the youngest of the group was on his knees in front of another man who was sitting on a bit of brick work that remained from some long forgotten structure. As I watched the younger guy’s head started to bob back and forth making it perfectly obvious what he was doing. Right there in the open he was blowing this hot thicker guy. I was hard in a second. Brett noticed where my gaze was and said, “Why do I feel like you’ll be the one on your knees for a group of guys soon?” “Well, not all of us have been bent over in an abandoned office and fucked by, what was it, a couple of guys?” “Touché.” Brett rubbed his crotch, “If you wanted you could start with something nice and familiar before going off cruising.” “I like how you think.” I immediately got up and pulled Brett to his feet. I pulled his pants down, leaving him in just his jock before pushing him back onto the bench. I squatted down between his legs, and fished his cock out of the side of his jock. He was completely hard, and just starting to leak. With the sun on my naked back I swallowed Brett’s cock.

Very very sorry for your loss.

I must’ve dozed off because the next thing I remember is Jake telling me to get on my knees. The room was now brightly lit. I realized the camera was on and I would be clearly seen. He put my ex-wife’s picture in front of me. “Now B---’s going to watch me fuck her sissy-boi husband.” He shoved some lube into my ass, hard. It hurt, and I gave an involuntary cry of pain. I felt him scratch me up inside. “I’m sorry, sir,” I said quickly. “Not good enough, bitch.” He smacked my ass. “Thank you, sir.” More smacks followed. I felt my ass grow warm. Looking at the photo, I sensed my ex watching me, and I felt my face redden, just like my ass. I loved being humiliated by a real man in front of her. The spanking stopped. The tip of Jake’s cock brushed my butt hole, then I felt him press into me. My ass opened to receive him. The fullness was wonderful, the warmth intense. I let out a girlish whimper of pure pleasure. “Oh, yes, you like that, don’t you? Of course you do. That’s ‘cause you’re a cunt, right? This is what you were meant for – to be seeded by a real man. Tell your wife what you want, cunt.” I looked at the photo. “I want your seed, sir,” I murmured, embarrassed. A sharp smack. “Louder, cunt. I want her to hear you.” “SEED ME, SIR. MAKE ME YOUR BITCH. CUM INSIDE ME,” I shouted. “That’s better, faggot.” Jake was now in me to the hilt, moving in and out, his hands gripping my hips. “I bet B---'s in bed with her stud boyfriend right now, fucking him and enjoying what a real man can do. Yes, you and she have a lot in common, both horny little cunts.” He had that right! His thrusts stopped, but the tip of his cock stayed inside me. “Time for you to do the work, faggot.” I began to rock back and forth on my knees, controlling the pace. He puffed away on his cigar, ordering me to go faster, then slower. At one point, I moved from my knees into a squatting position and bounced up and down on his cock. It was exhausting and I lost all sense of time. Then he stopped and said, “On your back, bitch.” I lay on my back on the dirty, cum-stained mattress. I pulled up my legs and spread my ass cheeks. Jake smacked my butt hard. “Did I tell you to do that, cunt?” Jake barked. “I’m sorry, sir.” He straddled my chest again and shoved his cock into my mouth. His dick smelled and tasted like my ass. I gagged with nearly every thrust; I felt a tear roll down the side of my face. I hated myself for crying but I couldn't help it. My ex used to cry often, too; now it just seemed part of being feminine. Jake stopped and ordered me to spread my legs. I obeyed. He fingered my boi pussy, again scratching me, and then rimmed me with his tongue. I moaned. “Oh, yeah,” he grunted. “You like that, don’t you, cunt?” I moaned again, louder. “Beg for it,” he ordered. “Please, sir. I need your cock inside me. Please. I need you so much.” He stopped licking, got on his knees, and teased me with the tip of his dick. I begged him again. He rammed his thick, veiny dick in to the hilt in one swift thrust that made me gasp. I have never felt so full. Now he was really fucking me, harder and harder. I heard high-pitched sounds – “Ah! Mmmm! Oh!” – drawn from my throat. It was embarrassing to sound like a girl. I covered my mouth with my hand but Jake pushed it aside. "I like to hear a bitch when she moans," he muttered. As he thrust inside me, fast and deep, his balls slapped loudly against my ass. Whack! Whack! Whack! I opened my eyes and saw my reflection in his dark glasses. I thought, My goodness. I am such a total slut. He can make me do anything. My hands gripped his thick forearms; I noticed my pretty watch and realized that my manhood was totally gone. He had left me with nothing but my inner sissy self, female in every way but anatomically. Jake tossed aside his cigar, then blew a final puff of cigar smoke in my face. I loved it – it was such an expression of male power. At that moment I knew that if he wanted B---, she could never resist his advances. I thought to myself, This is what every woman really wants. I was only pretending to be a man. This is what a faggot needs. He was close now. “I’m going to mark you now, cunt. You’re going to take my positive seed.” I heard the words, somewhere in the back of my mind, but they didn't really register. Besides, I was too far into the moment to stop. “Yes, sir! Please, sir!” I felt his body tense, then a final series of deep spasms and he exhaled loudly. His mouth found mine and his tongue invaded me, too. It was an intense fuck-kiss, my favorite moment when my man expresses his pleasure. It seemed to last forever. *** Jake fell asleep on top of me, as I gently stroked his back. I felt him soften and eventually slip out of my boi cunt. Some of his cum dribbled down my crack, but I held most of it inside me. I dozed off. The next thing I knew, Jake gruffly ordered me to turn on my belly. As I did so, I saw that he had placed my ex-wife’s photo only a foot from my face. “You like having B--- watch you, don’t you, sissy?” “Yes, sir! Yes I do! I want her to see me getting fucked by a real man.” He shoved his cock into me. I was so loose it took just one good thrust., and it didn't hurt anymore. “Tell her what you are, boy,” Jake ordered. “I’m a faggot, B---. Not a real man. I need to be fucked. Look at me, honey. I was meant to serve real men, like this.” Jake lay on top of me, pounding my ass. He yanked my face around to kiss me, our tongues swirling. When he stopped I faced the photo of my ex again. It felt like she was staring through me. I felt my own dick harden and throb. “Sir,” I murmured, “I’m gonna cum soon.” “Not yet,” he commanded. He paused. He grabbed the picture and laid it on the bed next to me. “Turn on your side,” he said. My hard dick was now directly over the photo. Jake reached around and began to pump my cock. I’ve never been so hard in my life. “I bet she hates fags because of you, boy. Now get even. Shoot your load onto her pretty face.” I couldn’t resist. My jism spurted out, all over the photo, all over B---'s pretty face, her cold stare. I turned to Jake and softly said, “Thank you, sir.” *** As I emerged from a dreamless sleep, I felt a sharp tug on the leash. Jake was standing over me. “Get up, cunt,” he ordered. He led me down the hall back to where he had parked his motorcycle. I heard the click-click of my black booties on the concrete floor. It sounded sexy. A faint light was visible through the high windows -- dawn was coming. How would this end? Jake led me over to his bike. I thought he was going to tell me to sit behind him and ride through the streets of San Francisco in nothing more than my cami and thong. I was humiliated but also turned on by the thought of people walking their dogs and seeing me with my collar and leash. Instead he ordered me to lean over the bike and spread my legs. I realized Jake planned to fuck me again. I felt a tingle of anticipation and started to get hard. In front of me was a full-length mirror. Jake lit a cigar. His magnificent dick, which had given me so much pleasure, stood out rock hard. “I like a piece of ass in the morning for the road,” he grunted as he blew a cloud of smoke at me. “Then I’ll call you a ride.” He got behind me on his knees, spread my ass cheeks, and proceeded to lick my boi cunt. I was in heaven and I moaned. Then he stood behind me and pressed my back so my belly rested on the bike seat. I felt his man meat against my asshole. It slid in easily; I was loose from all the fucking. Jake thrust in and out, moving for his pleasure. I was nothing more than a cum dump for my top, and I loved the sense of being used. My own dick wiggled back and forth beneath me. It went on for a long time, the room getting lighter, my legs tiring, as I gasped with each deep stroke. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a man and his little, effeminate faggot – me – each of us in his proper place. Jack increased the pace. I knew he was close. Then, with a loud grunt, he erupted inside me, bestowing on me the gift of his seed. His positive seed. It truly was gift, and it established his dominance over me forever. He pulled out, turned me around, and gave me a deep kiss. It was incredibly hot and intense. “Now for your ride home, cunt.” He pulled out his cellphone from the pouch behind the seat. “JM gave me your ex-wife’s phone number. Should I call him or her?” “Sir, please, not her. Don't call her,” I pleaded. But inside, secretly, I hoped he would…. BRIEF EPILOGUE About six weeks later I got really, really sick. I tested positive. My boyfriend took care of me. He told me he loved me and proposed. It was very sweet and I said yes. But every now and then, Jake calls and orders me to meet him at the warehouse. And I do.

Fucking HOT, Alexxx! This story is right up my alley. I can just imagine myself as Johnny (though not as mean or bitchy). I'd love to try my first booty bump like this. I LOVE the addition of photos in your story...they increase the heat. I'm so hard and horny for more. Can't wait to hear how good your fuck feels and the moment that you unleash your torrent of sperm into Johnny. I hope it's a hot and verbal fuck, and breeding. I know I'd be telling you how good your cock feels...and how badly I would want your seed planted deeply in me.

There was one time fairly recently I fucked a guy and there was actually a squelching noise when I slid in. It was fucking fantastic!

I love taking loads from hot studs, mixing all their spunk in me is the most amazing feeling ever! Who ever wants to be last to help mix their loads in me is more than welcome! I don't like complicated sex. We are all in it for fun and pleasure

No I don't care who's load is in there. I only hope it was another complete stranger who used that ass like a cheap whore just like I am.

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

Yes. Kind of like "As someone who is also a crappy human being, finding out he's also a crappy human being makes him much more acceptable to me."

Mainly: Any sight of a condoms female cunt pull out being feed cum or piss and not swallowing it

This idea has naïve merit, but I think it's exactly wrong. The best a faggot can expect from life is a soupçon of happiness amid abundant pain and degradation. Therefore, I believe the first cunting should be sharp, brutal and traumatic. The victim should be fully aware of how he is to be sacrificed. He must accept it as part of his fate and as a vital lesson about his place in the sexual arena. The fag will carry the memory of that agony forever and it will remind him that suffering for a man is a privilege, even as he finds opportunities to experience pleasure in his subsequent encounters. It's possible that some boys will have a negative reaction to such an initiation. It's a defining moment that could push them towards other paths in life. Maybe they'll discover a latent interest in women. Faggotry is difficult. If they have other options, they should use them.