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So I was bored on the weekend. Started surfing grindr. Found a guy that lived literally right behind me. He met me in front of my place. We proceeded to go to my bedroom, older guy, great cock. Stripped naked and got down to it. He put it in me and pumped pretty hard there was no word of condoms or status. I knew I wanted his load in me. So as a good bottom I laid on my stomach and took him all the way. After 10 minutes or so he said he was about to cum, I just laid there and took it. First bareback load ever and I loved it. I am hoping I bet much more.

This story took place 20 years ago. I was 24, often drunk, and a young soldier. I enjoyed sleeping around, with women in the open, men on the sly, wasn't too picky. For all intents and purposes I'm straight, but I had a wild side that came out to play now and then. This was one of those times. I was in Berlin for a couple of days and staying in a hostel. I checked my Lonely Planet guidebook and saw a bar called Tom's Place. I said it had a special 'dark' room downstairs... that got me curious. I'd been to a couple of gay bars in Vancouver before I had enlisted, but nothing with anything like what potential awaited. I decided to go for it. I said goodnight to my travelling companion, who was going to be early, and took a cab to the bar around 10:30, already buzzed. I tend to get myself into these situations without really thinking of how it my end, just excited for the endless possibilities that might develop. I walked in and grabbed a beer. A fair amount of guys were just lounging around and the second room had a few tvs playing various porno flicks. There wasn't much going on here and I was a little nervous to start chatting it up with anyone. New town, new language. I just took it in to start and walked around. I saw a set of stairs that headed down into the abyss and quickly went down them. At the bottom I couldn't tell how big the room was, it was too dark to make out much of anything. I couldn't hear much other than the music that was playing upstairs. I could feel that there were a few small, doorless cubicles along one side. Truthfully, I never did explore more than the one wall!. I took a few steps out of the cubical and felt people brush past me. I moved towards the wall to my right. I reached my hand along it to my right, I felt the belt of someone beside me. My hand rested there for a moment, before moving further to the right, a belt buckle. It was so dark I would not have noticed the person beside me. It got me so excited feeling another man beside me, anonymity drives me crazy!. I moved my hand down over his crotch, I felt the warm hardness through his jeans. My lust built up as I felt up this unseen stranger. After a minute of this I reached for his zipper, quickly slipping my hand through to get closer to what I desired. HIs cock grew harder and he started rubbing my arm. I grabbed his open fly and pulled him in my direction, he came along. I moved back into the cubby, he followed. I backed up to the bench and sat down, placing my glasse of beer beside me. His crotch was now infront of me and he was undoing his belt. I grabbed the band of his briefs and pulled them down. I buried my nose in the hairs above his shaft and inhaled deeply, it smelled of cock. I grabbed the base and took a few inches into my open mouth before closing my lips and savouring the flavour, drawing my lips back to the head and coming down again for me. A hand held the top of my nearly bald head and rubbed it while I worked my mouth up and down on his cock. It tasted to so good. It was just over 5 inches or so long, and slightly thicker than average, but but it had been about 4 months since I'd last sucked a cock and it was good. I came up for air and gave his balls some attention, they were shaved, sucking first one ball, then the other, licking my way back up the shaft. Then in dawned on me, I should do what I loved my old boyfriend doing - take a swig of cold beer then insert his cock in my mouth! While jerking his cock I took a swallow, then another and held it in my mouth. I tiled my head back, hunched over, and opened my lips enough to let him in without spilling. I could faintly hear his approval as I worked his cock and drank the beer as it warmed up. I could tell that he enjoyed the cold then hot sensations as I did. I did this a few more times, speeding up my mouth as I did so. I played with his balls with one hand and alternately sucked his head, licked his shaft, and took as much as I could. His hips began bucking back at me as I worshipped his member, by now both hands resting on my head. His balls began to tighten up as he clamped my head in place. He suddenly stopped, with only his head in my mouth.. then I felt it... the spurts, one, two, three, spurts of cum in quick succession. I moved my head down to the base and back a few times as I swallowed his load. Cum is something that I neither love, nor hate the taste of, but it's the experience that gets me... the throbbing, the warmth, the pleasure I'm giving. I sucked his head for a few seconds more before he pulled back, and walked out, buckling his pants along the way. I sat back and drank some beer, relishing what had just happened. I just blew a random stranger. I didn't have any clue what he looked like, his age, his skin colour, nothing. But it was good. So good. I brought my empty glass upstairs and placed it on the bar before going to the bathroom. While processing everything I looked over and saw a condom and lube machine. I generally played safe in those days, especially with me, and hadn't planned on stopping it then. The last time I had taken a cock up my ass was in the summer from an old lover, and it was bareback, and while I loved it, he was someone I trusted. However, the booze, the atmosphere, the lust were soon to change my mind about certain things.... In my naivety I bought a couple condoms and some lube... To be continued...

I was under the impression that this was indeed the CHEM FICTION section, is it not? I am amazed at the ongoing interest towards something I wrote purely because I couldn't find anything to "get me there" at the time! Never thought I'd push it that far. I haven't touched the story in a while to be honest, I've been focusing on other stuff, but I think I'm ready to get back to it, finish this story and complete the first chapter of the sequel. It's coming, just can't say when, but hopefully soon.

Chapter 18 About the same time the guy that was eating his cunt stopped. He said “ If you get more cum in there I will suck it out of you “. The Married guy hadn’t thought about taking anymore cock up his ass, Let alone cum, but, the feeling of this guy’s mouth sucking his ass made him want more of that. The Married guy took a breath and looked around. Most of the guys were gone. He knew that he was part of the show that evening. He only wanted to watch and maybe fir a blow job, not be part of the show. He stood up, his knees were weak and not real steady. His ass felt really slimy and nasty. Even though a guy had sucked on his hole, he was still dripping out cum and piss. He reached behind himself and felt his hole, It was really messy and when eh put a finger I he was surprised that he wasn’t sore but he was definitely very loose, He was actually able to put three fingers in his ass and it didn’t hurt. It actually felt good and those strange lustful stirrings were starting again. He saw a couple guy walking up the path near another streetlight and decided to walk up and see what was going on. In his current state he forgot to collect his shorts and walked up naked from the waist down. As he walked up the path his ass was continually dripping out the nasty mix and his cheeks really felt slippery. This had the effect of turning on the Married guy more. His ass really felt like a cunt. He remembered hot wet some of the bitches were that he fucked when he was younger, now he was the bitch. He still felt the craving that he stared to feel earlier before all this started. His ass felt so nasty it was exciting him beyond belief. He came on some guys and noticed the Kid was on his knees and two guys were standing in front of him. The Kid was alternating between the guys sucking one and then switching to the other. He was trying to get both cocks in his mouth at the same time but there was no way he could do that. While he was watching that he dropped his shorts and began to feel his cock and pinch his nipples. A guy cam up behind him and checked what was written on his ass. He told the Married guy “ Bend over slut “. The guy started pushing the Married guy over but there was little or no resistance and he bent over. He immediately felt a warm head of a cock pushing up his ass. This was what he needed to feel again. The Guy stared pumping in his ass. He asked the Married guy “ Want a hot POZ load in this cunt “ ? the Married guy didn’t have time to answer when the guy grabbed his hips and lunged forward. This caught the Married guy off guard and was about to say No but instead made a strange squealing noise when he felt the penetration and throbbing deep in his ass. The guy stayed up the Married guy’s ass and asked him if wanted some chem piss in this ass. Not realizing what he was answering he said “ Yes, please load me up “. The guy was happy to flood his guts with a cocktail of piss and mixed drugs. He pulled out and the Married guy was about to stand up when another voice said “ Not so Fast “. He felt anther cock going up his cunt and was enjoying it when he felt that the base was extremely thick. It was a wedge-shaped cock and when the guy bottomed out into the Married guy’s ass it hurt. It was splitting his ass wide open. He pumped the Married guy’s cunt for a few minutes. This was forcing the Chem piss deeper into his guts and the Married guy once again could feel his head starting to spin. The guy stopped and said “ Sorry, I already shot a couple bog POZ loads or I would have donated it to you, But I can add to the mess in your butt “. He stopped and then once again the Married guy cold feel the warm swelling in his as, but this time it wasn’t unpleasant, and he was actually loving it. He was now hooked on taking piss up his ass. This was something he would be asking for whenever he played. The guy that was up his ass stayed there for a while after, He said “ You have a great ass, It is twitching all around my cock “. His cock was starting to lose his size and was about to slide out of the stretched, slippery hole. The Married guy was panting, his heart was racing and he had a craving that was unreal. The cock came out and the Married guy finally was able to stand up. Cum and piss ran out of this ass, down his legs and all over his shorts. He pulled his shorts up and they felt like he just came out of the pool, just this time it was the smell of cum and piss. He left and wandered to his car to go home. It would be interesting to see how he would explain the smelly shorts and the words on his backside. The Kid was still on his knees servicing guys that walked up to him. One had the Kid’s head and was roughly skull fucking him.

Part 21: Pastor Kline's Conversion I walked into my office several days after our four-way with a noticeable waddle, my ass still hurting from Peter’s vigorous fucking. After he filled me, Peter took a few minutes to recover and then fucked Pastor Kline. Dominic fucked me for a while, adding to the cum which was dripping out of my ass. After hours of sex, we were all sweaty, the apartment smelling strongly of testosterone. “I never knew it could feel like this,” Peter said. “What did it feel like with Lewis?” I asked. “Great,” Peter said, “but I was his first. He really didn’t have a handle on anything.” “Did he at least try blowing you?” Dominic asked. “Not really,” Peter said. “We’ll train him,” Dominic said. “Pastor Kline will give him lessons on technique.” “Happily,” Pastor Kline said. Peter and Pastor Kline left soon after, returning to their wives. It took some time for them to clean themselves up, showing no signs of just having had incredible sex. “If you ask me,” Dominic said, returning to the bed where I was waiting, cum dripping out of my ass, soaking the sheets which were already drenched from our sweaty bodies, “I think there’s something in the water at your church. You’ve got gay men popping out of the woodwork left and right.” “Maybe it’s you,” I told him, reaching out and rubbing my hand over his chest. “Maybe we just can’t resist someone as dominant as you.” “Maybe,” he said. I laughed. “What?” he asked. “Nothing,” I told him. “It’s just… I’m now just realizing how close your name is to dominant. You are the Dom in the relationship.” “And you are a ‘Ryder’ of dick,” he said, smiling. “We’re perfect for each other.” “I suppose we are,” I told him. “You know, when Peter was fucking me, I found myself wanting him real hard.” “Should I be jealous?” “No,” I told him. “I wish he could join us, actually.” “Sounds hot,” Dominic said. “Unlikely, but hot. He is married after all.” “True. What do you think they’ll do now? Peter and Pastor Kline? When they convert, what will happen? How will they hide it?” “Neither fucks their wife,” Dominic said. “They’ll have to decide later on what they’ll do with medication, but, for now, it’s all sex and poz cum.” “Are you on meds?” I asked him. “I was for a while,” Dominic said. “I stopped once I knew I wanted your ass.” “How sweet,” I said, grabbing his nipple and pinching hard. “I guess I’ll have to figure out medication at some point too.” “But not now,” Dominic said. “For now, all I want is for you to blow your load in my mouth. Got it?” I nodded. ### “Good morning, Pastor Ryder,” the church secretary said. “Good morning.” I passed Pastor Kline’s office and found the lights off. “Where’s Pastor Kline?” I asked. “Sick,” she said. “He called this morning saying he has the flu and won’t be in all week.” “Oh,” I said, stopping myself from smiling. “He just needs our prayer,” she said. “He sure does,” I said. As soon as I was in my office I called Pastor Kline’s number. “Hello?” a groaning voice said. “It’s Will,” I said, my voice low. “I just heard you’re sick.” “Sure am,” Pastor Kline said. “Do you think it could be… well, you know.” “Most likely,” I told him. “Look, I’ll be over in a day or two to check on you. I’ll call Dominic and make sure he knows. He’ll let you know everything you need to do to get through this.” “Thanks, Will,” he said. “I was starting to think it would never happen.” As soon as I ended the call I called Dominic. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Positive,” I said. “Well, I guess we don’t know that part yet, but you know what I mean.” “I’ll call Dr. Wade and make an appointment for him.” “You’ll have to give yourself another tally mark,” I said. “Seems so. Heard anything from Peter?” “Not yet,” I told him. “All we need to do now is get Peter to bring Lewis into our little gang. Then, we’ll move onto Pastor Kline’s son.” “Lewis won’t be much of a problem,” I said. “Pastor Kline’s son will be the challenge.” “We’ll make it happen.” Two days later I visited Pastor Kline. “The poor thing is so sick,” Mrs. Kline said. “I’ve barely been able to get anything done, trying to keep him going.” “If you want,” I told her, “I’ll stay here with him for a few hours if you want to go out and do some shopping.” “Would you do that?” “Of course,” I told her. Once she was gone, I went into their bedroom, finding Pastor Kline looking deathly ill. Shit, I thought. Had I looked like this? Pastor Kline’s eyes opened, a smile forming once he recognized me. “Will. How are you?” “I’m good,” I said. “You’ve looked better.” “Is my wife nearby?” he asked. “No. She just left to go shopping. I told her I would look after for you’re a while.” “Good,” he said. “Fuck. Did you feel this bad?” “Almost,” I told him. “In a few days, you’ll get super horny.” “I’m horny now,” he said, his hand moving beneath the covers and rubbing his crotch. “Do you want some help?” I asked. “If you don’t mind,” he said. I pulled down the covers and slipped down his underwear, revealing his growing cock. It was true that Pastor Kline’s dick was nothing special, but it was hot knowing I was holding the cock of a man of God. A man who had poz blood coursing through his veins, converting his body. As if my thought entered his mind, Pastor Kline’s cock started to stiffen in my hand. I ran my thumb over the head, smearing precum. “That feels amazing,” Pastor Kline moaned. I leaned forward and ran my tongue from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip, sending waves throughout his body. I held his balls in my hand, wrapping my fingers around his scrotum and pulling down. “I’m not going to let you cum yet,” I said. “We’ve got a while until your wife gets back.” “I’m all yours,” he said. I swallowed his dick, taking it all with ease. I had to pace myself, slowly moving my tongue along his shaft, applying just enough pressure to keep him hard but not enough to make him cum. After nearly an hour my jaw was getting sore. “Ready to cum?” I asked him. “Always,” he moaned, running his hand through my hair. He smiled. “What?” “Nothing,” he said. “I just never imagined I would ever see you sucking my dick.” “Well, a few months ago, I wouldn’t have thought I would be,” I told him, licking the head, a string of precum stretching out and landing in my beard. He moved his thumb along my face, wiping up the precum and inserting it in my mouth. “I’ve wanted you ever since you were hired,” Pastor Kline said. "Why?" I asked. "I know I'm sort of good looking-" "Try fucking hot," Pastor Kline said, straining to laugh. "You remind me of a man I went to college with years ago. Fuck, I wanted him. I almost tried to corner him one night, but I stopped myself. God, if I saw him again..." "You'd fuck his brains out?" "I'd get as much out of him as I could," Pastor Kline said. "Back when we hired you, I think I was hoping for another chance." "Well," I told him, "you got it." He ran his hand along my face, fingers moving over my beard. “I used to stay up late, wait for my wife to fall asleep, and think about you fucking me.” “Dreams come true,” I said. He smiled. “Sometimes, I’d fantasize about you and my son taking turns fucking me. Then you’d fuck him, taking both of us.” “You’ve really got something for your son, don’t you?” “He’s just so handsome,” Pastor Kline said. “I know he’s my son, but don’t you get it? You fucked your brother. Wasn’t that a special connection?” “It was,” I admitted, thinking back, crossing a line so few crossed. I still hadn't heard from Jay, and an anger still remained, but there was no denying the fact that what had happened between us had been incredible. “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up. I also don’t want you to risk your relationship. What if you make a move, and you’re wrong?” “I know,” he said. “We’re just gonna need to get Lewis on our side first. If anyone’s got a shot, it’s him.” “Peter’s working on that,” I said. I watched as Pastor Kline closed his eyes, low moans escaping his lips. “Keep your eyes closed,” I told him. I stood up and pulled down my pants and underwear, my cock already hard. I climbed up on the bed and situated myself between his legs, hoisting them up over my shoulders, revealing his hole. “I want you to imagine I’m your son. Say whatever it is you’d want to say to him. Got it?” Pastor Kline nodded. I spit in my hand and rubbed it along my dick and on his hole. I pressed my head against his opening and pushed inside, moving beyond the resistance and causing him to shudder and gasp. “Oh, Will,” he said. “No,” I told him, pushing harder, forcing more of myself inside. “Not Will.” “Ryan,” he moaned, his hands reaching up to his nipples which he started to twist. Having fucked Pastor Kline many times before, I knew what made his body lose control. I knew what would make him cum from just his ass. I knew what would make him feel what he had always wanted to feel: his son fucking him. “Is this what you want, Dad?” I whispered, shoving myself deep inside him, his back arching, hands shaking. “Am I making you feel good?” “Yes, Son.” “Do you like knowing that the dick that you made is inside you?” “Yes.” “Is it filling you?” “It’s so big.” “Do you want me to breed you?” “I need your cum.” “How badly?” “I need it so bad. I need it deep inside me, Son.” “Will you be my pig?” “Forever.” “Will you give me your ass whenever I need it?” “It’s always yours.” My breathing was shallow, my orgasm rising. I reached out and grabbed his arms, pulling them up and over his head, pinning him down. His eyes opened, looking straight into mine. “You’re mine,” I said, slamming my dick hard into his ass, unloading deep. My arms shook, unable to hold my weight. I collapsed on his chest, both our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath. I felt something wet around my stomach and looked down, seeing a small pool of cum beneath Pastor Kline’s dick. I lifted myself off him and scooped up his cum on my finger and stuck it in my mouth, my eyes meeting his as I savored his first poz load. “Fuck,” he moaned, smiling big. “I’ve never felt so bad but been so happy.” I collected more of his cum and dropped it into his mouth, watching as he licked his lips. “Taste good?” “Amazing,” he said. I pulled my dick out, watching as my cum squirted out on the sheets. “While I love the smell of men and sex,” I told him, “we probably should clean you up before your wife gets home.” “You’re right,” he said. “Just give me a second. I want to bask in this for a moment more.” I changed his sheets and helped him into the bathroom where he shit out my cum, much to his disappointment. I helped him shower and blew him again. Once he was clean and unable to cum anymore, I returned him to his newly made bed. “Do you think it’ll ever happen?” he asked me. “What?” “Ryan,” he said. “I want more than anything for him to fuck me.” “Well,” I said. “Remember how much you hoped I’d fuck you one day? That happened. Hell, we’ve fucked so many times, I’ve lost count.” “That’s true,” he said. After a few minutes he fell asleep. Not long after his wife returned. “How is he?” “Tired,” I told her. “I know a doctor to call should he get worse. Just let me know.” “Thank you, Will.” “My pleasure,” I said, smiling. ### “How is he?” Dominic asked. “Feeling sick,” I told him. “I kept him company.” “And by that you mean…” “I fucked him while pretending to be his son,” I said. “Then I tasted his first poz load and then fed him the rest. I also blew him.” “If only I had had you when I converted,” Dominic said, kissing me. My phone vibrated, revealing a call. I looked at the ID and found Jay's name. "Hello?" "Will," Jay's voice said over the phone, an excitement within the single word. "I've got some great news..." _________________________________________________________________________________________ As I said in my previous chapter post, we've reached the point of what I have written. I'm working on writing more, but life gets in the way. I'll be taking a short break so that I can get more written. I'm hoping this isn't a story that could go on forever, so I'm trying to figure out a good ending. What it will be, who knows. If you have ideas or there's something you want to see, please let me know. No promises they'll happen, but I love seeing your thoughts. Until our next Sermon, keep fucking.

Yo, this guy is a demigod. White 32 top full beard tats muscular very masculine looking a bit on the chub side 6 incher. 3 seconds after inserting into me he pulled out and started cumming. Upon feeling the first warm glob, I moved the fastest I've ever moved before, reaching around to grab the base of his cock and impaled myself onto it just in time to grab the second and subsequent shots. After that, he stayed hard while I milked his cock with my ass squeezing out what I thought was the last drop. Nope, like2 min later, hestarted thrusting and bam another load. Continued with a 3rd, 4th, 5th, each with pulsations that I could physically feel in me over the course what must have been like 40 minutes or so to my delight before he said he had to go. Not gonna lie, part of me was tempted to just tie him up and milk him like a cum cow the whole night. I feel like I stumbled upon an ultra rare poke-a-man. Incredible

Last week I reconnected with a hookup I had a month or two ago. Last time I met with him I had just come to give a quick blowjob but we had ended up fucking raw. He never came though so I never really felt fully satisfied from it. This time though I was horny after work and was just looking for some fun, and he messaged me on scruff asking if I’d be down to hook up with him and his buddy. Went over to their place, and ended up serving both of them for a good hour or two. They treated me as there own personal hole and made sure I always had either a cock in my mouth or a dick in my ass. His buddy had a pretty decent sized cock too, so bottoming for him was very enjoyable. His buddy would fuck me in the ass and he would fuck my mouth nonstop. He was very forceful and I really loved feeling used by them. The hottest thing was him telling his buddy to come in my ass and give me his load. His buddy ended up shooting inside my ass, and he fucked my ass with his buddy’s cum in there. His buddy had started to get hard and fuck me again but they ended up turning in not long after that. Still been getting used to playing raw more, and this was definitely a hot experience in glad I had. Loved the feeling of having my hole used.

Actually, the bill in Florida, and the bill introduced in Congress, are exactly "Don't say gay" bills - at least insofar as in the places they apply, such as schools. They pose as standards about "appropriateness" - a bunch of bullshit about how we shouldn't "sexualize" children and topics of "sexual orientation" shouldn't be discussed in schools below a certain grade. But they don't mean ALL sexual orientations - they mean LGBT ones. Because I guarantee you, no second grade teacher is ever going to get in trouble for mentioning that she has a husband, and no boy's PE coach will ever get in trouble for mentioning that he's got a girlfriend. A heterosexually married female teacher will never get in trouble for acknowledging to her students that she's expecting a child. What this is aimed at is not letting LGBT teachers acknowledge having a same-sex partner - an acknowledgement that presents no problem if the partner is the opposite sex, because small-minded bigots want to control what their children think about such issues. If they're presented with a positive role model in a school setting, their iron-clad religious grip on the child's thought process may loosen. And THAT boils down to "don't say gay" - just don't mention it, or else you're likely to lose your job.

fucked twice Saturday night

It’s nine thirty in the morning on the Friday leading into Memorial Day weekend and I’m in about the last place I expected to be this morning; lying in a sling, my legs pointed to Jesus with a hot Russian-born man I met all of 17 minutes ago long-dicking me raw with his 9-inch uncut fuckmeat. I look up at the wooden slats in the garage roof and wonder how many other fuckboys have looked up at them before from this same position. “You like that, fucker?” the man rawdogging me asks. “Fuckin’ love it, don’t stop,” I say, even though I have a conference call for work in 15 minutes. “Then fucking open up for me!” “Tryin,” I insist. “I didn’t get fucked much during the pandemic.” “We’ll have to work on that,” he says with a grin then pounds away even harder. ++++ I met this guy through an app, which is how a lot seed-swappers connect these days. But it wasn’t a hook up app, like Grindr or Scruff. No, I owe interior whitewash I’m minutes away from getting to get to the app Offer Up. It started innocently enough. +++++ My neighborhood cross fit box didn’t survive the pandemic and instead of running out a finding another one or joining an overpriced gym, I thought I’d try to improve the home gym set-up in my garage. I log onto Offer Up, which is like a garage sale in your phone—to see if anyone near me is selling any gym equipment. I find a set of three used kettle bells being sold by someone named Vitaly45 who lives about 20 minutes away. I make an offer. He accepts. I have just enough time to pick them up and get back home before my conference call for work. It’s chilly out so I throw on a shiny black down Moncler puffer vest over a black long-sleeved Underarmour compression shirt, and a pair of royal blue three-stripe Adidas tights and head out. Vitaly45’s house is your basic suburban tract house. He advised me by text to "park across the street in front of the church" because his side has street cleaning today and he wouldn’t want me to get a ticket for a five minute stop. Thoughtful. I pull up in front of the church and text, “Here.” “Come around back to garage,” he texts back. I walk around to the side of the house, round the corner and the first thing I see inside the garage is the sweaty, rippling back of a olive-skinned man doing chin ups from a bar hanging from the ceiling. I watch as he knocks out rep after rep. He’s got the V shape of a Men’s Fitness model but he’s a bit thick, too, like a man with a healthy appetite. His legs are like tree trunks, hanging down below a sweat-soaked pair army green silkies. He grunts out the rest of his reps and then drops to the floor. “Hey,” I say. “Oh hey,” he says. “I’m here for the—“ he turns around and the front of him is so fucking hot, the word ‘kettlebells’ flies right out of head, “the, um, things…that you swing…” He smiles like someone who’s used to driving people to distraction. “I think the word you’re looking for is kettlebells.” “Right, yes,” I say. “They’re right over here.” He leads me to the corner where a three gunmetal gray kettle bells—a 35 pounder, a 25 pounder and a 15 pounder—sit in a row on the ground. They’ve clearly gotten a lot of use. “These are perfect,” I say. “Why are you getting rid of them?” “I have another set and uh, those belonged to someone who isn’t in my life anymore.” Interesting. “Got it. Can I Venmo you?” “Sure,” he says. I find his Venmo account, enter the amount, type ‘Kettlebells’ then add an emoji of two cartoon men lifting together. Then, just before I hit send, something compels me to type #BBBH, the Bareback Brotherhood hashtag. He probably won’t see it until later, anyway. “Can I help you load ‘em into your car?” he asks. “Sure,” I say. Just hearing him say the word load makes my rod twitch in my tights. He picks up the 35 and 25 and I pick up the 15. He follows me out the gate, across the street to my SUV. I open in the back of the cluttered hatchback. “Excuse the mess,” I remark. I go to move my gym bag to make room for the weights. A small bottle flies out of the side pocket and skitters across the pavement. My new poppers. Vitaly lifts the toe of his shoe and stops it. Then he picks the bottle up and smiles at me. “Don’t want to let those get away. You never know when you’re gonna need them.” “Well, that was embarrassing,” I say reaching out to take the bottle. But he doesn’t let it go. He just smiles at me...devilishly. “Like who knows? You might be needing them in just a few minutes,” he says, holding my stare. My heart starts to race. And then I start to laugh. Hard. Out of nervous embarrassment. I can’t help it. “What’s so funny, popper boy?” he asks, confused. “It’s just um…I got out of a monogamous relationship a few months ago and the main reason I’m looking to step up my fitness is because, well, I want to have a slutty summer.” “So what does that mean, specifically, that you want to have sex with lots of guys?” "How are you so sure it's guys?" "Bitch, please," he says. And then I'm laughing again. “So yeah, I want to have sex with more guys. I came of age in the 90's...and I was pretty freaked out about sex and a missed out a lot. Now I want to make up for lost time." “Does that mean like multiple hookups a day?” “Sure,” I say. “Or maybe multiple guys at once? “Sure.” “I think that’s a worthy pursuit. Do you take loads?” The way he says that, as casually as if were asking if I’d like a cup of coffee, makes my hole twitch. “Because that’s where everyone is right now. Everyone hot, anyway. A slutty summer where you don’t take loads isn’t really a slutty summer at all, is it? The only person I’ve ever cum inside and whose ever cum inside me is my ex. But breeding is all I think about, all I want to see in porn, all I want to do now. I look Vitaly in the eye and say— “Yes, I take loads. Give them, too. What’s the point if you’re not gonna swap cum?” “Morning, Father Vincenzo,” says Vitaly, looking over my shoulder. Oh shit, who is he talking to? I turn around to see a Catholic priest, with the white collar and whole bit. He looks like Stanley Tucci circa The Devil Wears Prada. He waves to my kettlebell buddy. “Morning, Vitaly,” the priest says. I wait for the priest to disappear into the church then lean in and whisper. “Do you think Father McHot-ass heard what we were saying," I ask, "about taking and giving loads?” “Don’t know,” says Vitaly. “Maybe you bring that up to him at your next confession.” I smile and get momentarily lost in Vitaly’s brown bedroom eyes, then I hear a notification ding on my phone. “Look, I have to be on a conference call in 15 minutes. I better get going.” "Going?" he says. "No. Is it audio or video?” “What does it matter?” I ask. “Because if it’s just audio,” he says, stepping closer and pulling the drawstring on my tights toward him, “you can be on your unimportant call, while I focus on what’s really important; eating, fucking and breeding your hole. Video would make that trickier though not impossible.” I stare at him dumbfounded, not sure what to do. My cock and hole are not conflicted, however. The former is rock-hard and the latter is hungry and twitching. “Look,” he says, with a wicked grin. “Do you really want to make up for lost time or was that just talk?" I think back to the goal I made for myself just last night: quit fantasizing and start fucking. And the most central component of the new leaf I want to turn over is cum. Jizz. Sperm. Semen. Giving it and taking it. The exchange of seed. And here is a smoking hot barebacker offering to start me off with a fresh batch of stranger spunk. I look down at my phone. The conference call is in 13 minutes. “Let’s go,” I say to Vitaly. ++++ And now it’s 10 minutes later and I’m getting rawdogged by Vitaly in a sling that hangs from the same bar in his garage he was doing pull-ups on when I arrived. It took him two minutes to hang it during which time, I got naked…two more minutes to eat my hole open. Then he pulled his cuntflooder out of the leg of his silkies and now he’s been inside me about five minutes, try to get my hungry but a-bit- out-of-practice fuckhole to let him all the way in. “Dude, if you want my load, you’re going to have to open up for me,” he grunts. “I’m trying, fucker,” I admit. “But your dick is fucking huge.” “Then maybe deep down you don’t want my cum inside you,” he taunts. “It’s fucking all I want!” I bark. “I gotta have your cum.” “Where are those poppers?” he asks. I crane my head to the pile of clothes I left on a bench; all the shiny, tight sports gear that’s always turned me on. “They should be in the pocket of the puffer vest,” I grunt. Vitaly pushes the sling away so I slide off his dick, then steps over to get the poppers. He brings me the poppers and the vest. “Here, put this back on. I have a fetish for hot guys in shiny gear.” This morning just keeps getting better and better. “Fuck yeah, man. Me, too.” I lean up and slip the vest over my naked torso. The nylon feels so silky and smooth on my skin. I lean back into the sling and open up the poppers. “You ready, stud?’ I ask. “Fuck yeah,” says Vitaly. “Take a big hit and I’ll go balls deep in one stroke.” I inhale. The poppers work their magic and the next thing I know, Vitaly is inside me to the hilt. “Fuck, I feel so fucking full,” I say. Vitaly starts to thrust….never coming quite all the way out. The sling rocks back and forth. I roll my head back and see Vitaly’s back yard with its tall hedge. We left the garage door open for the breeze. Vitaly assures me it’s pretty private back here but who knows? The entire neighborhood could be watching and listening to this man I just met bareback me. “Damn, I can already feel my nuts starting to churn, fucker,” Vitaly says. "How many days?" I ask. "Dude, you are so in luck," he says. "My mother was in town visiting. She ran me ragged so I didn't have time to jack off let alone, fuck any hole. I literally dropped her off at the airport two hours ago." "So?" "Six days worth," he says. "I shoot pretty huge anyway...so your hole's getting fucking deluged." "Will we need to call FEMA?" "Possibly," he says. Then he reaches into the pocket of my Moncler vest and hands me my cell phone. “Don’t you have a conference call in about a minute?” he asks. “Hold on. You’re suggesting I go on it while I’m getting barebacked in your sling?” “No, stupid,” he says. “The sling's too noisy. We can fuck on the mat during your call.” He pulls out of me with a plop. “Damn, I feel so empty now,” I say. “Not for long,” he says, pulling me up. I plop down on the mat and lay on my back. “No, all fours,” he says. “Doggie.” I get on all fours and arch my back. I feel his cockhead breach my pucker. “Poppers,” he says. I take a hit of poppers and then bam…he’s back inside to the hilt. I close my eyes in ecstasy and when I open them, I notice he’s positioned us in front of a full-length mirror. I can watch my body shudder while Vitaly fucks me. I can see his glorious torso heave and sweat and his handsome face contort in pleasure. He hands me my phone. “Conference call, pigboy,” he says. “We don’t want your Slutty Summer starting off with you getting fired.” “Well, slow your strokes then,” I plead. “I can barely speak with you thrusting like that.” He changes his pace to a very slow and measured long strokes, innnnnn and outtttttt, innnnnn and ouuuuuuuuttt. Fuck, his cockhead is hitting all my spots. I’m leaking precum like a faucet all over the mat. I hold my phone up for face recognition. It doesn’t recognize me with my face contorted in ecstasy. I enter my six-digit code. Then I scroll to the email with the conference code link and click into the meeting. Vitaly smiles like a devil in the mirror as I awkwardly announce myself to the meeting room. I’m not the last to arrive. Good. My immediate superior is. Also good. For the next twenty minutes, I listen and occasionally speak as my company conducts its usual business, all the while Vitaly is sliding in and out inside me, then periodically pulling out to feast on my hole. What’s happening on the call couldn’t be more boring…while what's happening in my hole is pure bliss. When a question is raised on the call related to my specific area, my supervisor asks me to expound a bit. I close my eyes and try to focus on forming words and sentences…and not on the gorgeous hunk of man raw-fucking me at 9:45 on a Friday morning. “So in my experience…” I start into my spiel, pulling facts and figures out of my ass. Not literally, of course. My ass is otherwise engaged. After about two minutes of non-stop monologue-ing, Vitaly smacks my ass playfully and I totally lose my train of thought. “You still there?” a co-worker asks. “Yes, sorry. Just lost the connection for a second.” Then Vitaly goes from eating me back to fucking me and suddenly all is right with the world. “…so that’s what I think the company’s position should be but if you all have other opinions, I’m wide open…” I wink in the mirror as I say that…wanting Vitaly will pick up on the double meaning . Yep, I’m wide open all right…more open than I’ve ever been. And with a guy I just met a few minutes ago. As my supervisor starts into one of his supposedly motivational speeches, I close my eyes and savor the fuck. When I open them a few fuck-eat-fuck rounds later, I gasp out loud. The man gently fucking me in the mirror is not Vitaly. Vitaly is behind the man, kissing his neck and playing with his nipples. No, the man fucking me is Father Vincenzo from across the street. He still has is collar on. In fact, he’s totally dressed, with his glistening cock--a bit fatter that Vitaly’s but not as long--sticking out of the fly of his slacks. I look to Vitaly and give him a look like You’re seriously whoring me out now? Vitaly walks to the corner of the garage and picks up the small white dry erase board he uses to track his sets and reps with. He grabs a black marker, scrawls something and holds it up to me. The letters are backwards in the mirror. I can't make it out so he walks around in front of me while Father Vincenzo keeps up his slow strokes in my hole. His dick is right in my face. He replaces it with the board. “Slutty summer? Y or N?” it says. While I listen to my boss drone on, I grab the board from Vitaly and write my own message while his hard cock hovers inches from my face. “Fucking breed me,” I write. Vitaly takes the pen and writes below my message. “Already did once…" My eyes go wide. You fucking bred me? I mouth to him. He nods yes, then writes, "One load..." on the board, then adds in all caps: "SO FAR." Boy, he didn’t let on at all. It must have been one of those stealth breedings fuckers do when the bottom says he doesn’t want to take the load. The difference in this case is I definitely wanted the load. It's just that my work obligations kept me from audibly begging for it. I move the phone away and whisper to Vitaly, “Didn’t even feel it. Must not have been that big” Vitaly shakes his head then walks around behind me, gently moves Father Vincenzo out of the way and starts eating my freshly bred hole. I relax so that if there is a load in there, it’ll ooze out. I definitely feel wetness…but I figured it was just lube and pre-cum. After a minute or so of eating me out, Vitaly and Vincenzo come together in front of me and drop to their knees. Though I'm still supposed to be engaged in a work call, I watch riveted as these two red-hot fuck-studs start to open mouth kiss. Soon, there it is…a huge white chunk of jizz escaping from Vitaly’s mouth onto Vincenzo’s tongue. More continues to ooze out, dripping out of the corner of Vitaly's mouth like beads on a chandelier. Vincenzo catches as much of it as he can and then the two studs snowball it back and forth. Vitaly’s about to swallow the biggest chunk but he doesn’t. Instead, he coats his index finger with it and coats my lips with it, like it’s some kind of healing balm, which in a way it is. He drags a finger up to my mustache so that the smell of his manseed will be with me the rest of the day. Finally, my supervisor brings the call to a close with a friendly “Have a great holiday weekend everyone,” and we all sign off. I toss the phone onto the mat. “Oh fuck, man. That was torture,” I say. “I don’t know,” Vitaly says with a laugh. “I thought it was pretty fun. What did you think, Marco?" Father Vincenzo's first name must be Marco. Hot. "It was fun...and I definitely could have bred you a few times...but I tend to cum pretty loud when I'm breeding so I held off." "My co-workers thank you," I say. "But now that's done and it's time to dick you down proper," says Vitaly He slides his fuckstick back inside me with one stroke while Father Vincenzo walks around and shoves his fat cock down my throat. I can taste Vitaly's first load on the dick in my mouth. I groan around Marco's leaking log as Vitaly starts to pick up speed. His bull balls are slapping my ass and the sound echoes through the garage. “You ready to get bred?” he barks. “Again?” I pull my mouth of Marco's dick. “No man, I want you to fuck me longer,” I plead. “I'll try," he says and then a few fuck strokes later, he reneges. "Aw fuck, I can’t hold off! Your ass is too hot and wet. I gotta go for my breed.” “Then do it, stud! Fucking flood my hungry hole!" “Here it comes, bro. Milk me! I want you to feel every drop go inside you!” “Do it! Breed me! Breed my fucking hole!” “UUUUUUNNNNNNNNGHHH! UNNNNNGH! UNNNNNNGH!” This time, I feel it; rope after rope after rope of Vitaly’s studcum jet into my spasming asshole. He made sure his first load was undetectable—so to speak—but this one feels like a fire extinguisher going off inside me. I welcome every single sperm cell into my writhing, sweaty, nylon-clad body. After Vitaly and I catch our breath, Marco, who is now naked, stands behind Vitaly and caresses his heaving pecs. “Pull out slowly so no cum comes out,” Marco says. “I want to get him back in the sling to eat out your load before I breed him with mine.” “How many days worth?” Vitaly wonders. “Five,” he says. “Hear that, stud? Our man of the cloth here has a five-day load for your hole. I guess he's pretty busy saving sinners and stuff so it builds up.” I smile up at Father Vincenzo and say, “Seed me father for I have sinned.” That gets a laugh out of all of us. I try to rise from the mat and get weak-kneed from the pile-driving I’ve been taking. Vitaly catches me in his arms, then literally hoists me up so I'm straddling him. "Keep that pucker tight," Marco barks. In this position, it would be so easy to just open up and cause a flash flood on the mat. Instead I contract my hole. Vitaly plops me in the sling. While Father Vincenzo eyes my fuckhole and strokes his throbbing cock, Vitaly places my right foot in a stirrup, then the left. Then he grabs Vincenzo by the cock and guides him to my hole. “Not yet,” Vincenzo says. “I want to felch out your load.” And that he does…for about five minutes, which Vitaly decides to catch on video. Oh fuck, is he getting my face? At this point, I don’t fucking care. After his felch-fest, Father Vincenzo stands up and rams his cock into my hot wet hole. “Ah fuck,” I groan. “Your dick is so thick. It feels so fucking good.” Vitaly goes to stand behind Vincenzo. He whispers in his ear as he fucks, getting up to speed with my story. “Randy isn’t a very seasoned seedswapper,” he explains, "but he wants to be…desperately. He doesn't want a single day to go by without give or receiving a butt-breeding. It's that right, Randy?" "Every day?" I say. "That seems like a lot. I get busy." "It sounds like you need to readjust your priorities," Vitaly says. "Ak, fuck," gasps Marco. "I'm getting close." "Pull out!" Vitaly demands, pulling Vincenzo back by his shoulders. His cock is red, raging and drooling cocksnot all over the mat. "Randy, if you want my buddy Marco's load, you need to spell out right here and right now exactly what kind of slutty summer you want to have." "Okay," I gasp. “Do you want to go to bathhouses, right?” “Fuck yes!” I proclaim. “And sex parties?” “Yes.” "You're gonna be on Breeding Zone and Bareback RT every day, cruising for cock, cum and hole?" "Yes!" "And you're gonna let me text you with assignments that you have to complete? Slut School is in session, fucker, and you'll do anything to please your teacher, right?" "Fuck yes," I gasp. "Just someone fill my guts with more cum!" Father Vincenzo slides back in but Vitaly pushes right up behind him so he can't thrust. "Make him beg," Vitaly whispers in Marco's ear. "Beg for it!” Vincenzo pants, like a man in a trance. "Beg for my fucking spunk." “Give me your seed, father. Add to the monster loads that are already in there. Breed me!” The growling starts deep in Vincenzo’s throat. “GRRRRRRRRRR.” Then erupts in a series of loud groans. “AAAAGH! AAAGH! AAAGH! Ah, fuck, I’m cumming. I’m flooding your cunt! Take it, pig! Aw, shit, it’s still coming!” “I want it all!” I plead. “Keep seeding me! Paint my guts! “AAAAGH! AAAGH! AAAGH! AAAAghhhhhhhhhhh!” Just then, without me even touching it, my own cock starts to erupt its cocksnot all over my puffer vest and abs. Vitaly dives gets my cockhead in his mouth in time to taste the last two spurts. “Awwwww fuuuuucccckkkk!” I groan, shuddering. As I come down, Vitaly nurses my cockhead slurping up every drop of cum. Vincenzo churns his load for a bit, then snakes out and dives down to my hole to check his work with his lips and tongue. He sucks on my pucker and pokes his tongue into my hole over and over. “Give me back that seed,” he says. Not having a very seasoned cumtunnel, I'm not sure what muscles to try and relax. Instead. I just visualize the loads sliding out of me and sure enough, it works. I hear Vincenzo groan with pleasure as he felches me out. When he pulls back and stands up, I can see my cummed-up fuckhole in the mirror, all wet and juicy and raw. “Grab my phone, Vitaly,” I say. “I need a shot of my wrecked hole.” Vitaly snaps a few shots of my happy cumhole. Click. Click. Click. “Hashtag hole goals,” he quips. “I’m getting some shots of your stomach too because that shiny vest looks so hot with your jizz all over it.” Click. Click. Click. ++++ A few minutes later, all three of us are dressed again. I'm wearing the cummed-up Moncler vest on top with no shirt underneath. We let Vincenzo walk back out on his own first, so as not to raise any eyebrows. “Later brothers,” he says before walking back to plan that Sunday's mass. Then Vitaly and I walk back at my car. I have a swagger now that I didn't have before. This could truly be the beginning of a major transformation, especially if Vitaly is as into monitoring my slut progression as he seems. “I feel like I got a really good deal on these kettle bells,” I say. “You think so, huh?” Vitaly says. “Oh yeah. I’ll definitely give you a high rating on the Offer Up app.” Vitaly pulls something from behind his back that I didn’t realize he was carrying. “Here’s a little bonus item.” He hands me the white board. He pulls out his phone, stands next to me and before I have time to think about anything, snaps a selfie of the two of us holding the board which still has “FUCKING BREED ME!” written on it in my handwriting and “ALREADY DID ONCE” in Vitaly’s below it. Then he hands me his phone. “Type in your number and I’ll text you that pic,” he instructs. “And the other clips I shot, too. Don't worry, I won't share or post anywhere, unless you decide that should be part of your slutty summer project.” “I would appreciate that,” I say. "Look," he says. "I think you're really hot and fun and I'm really turned on by the idea of being like your...I don't know what the term would be... "Fuck Coach," I offer. "I like that," he says, then puts his hand under my nylon vest and caresses by chest and stomach. "I'm serious about it if you are." I feel my breath catch in my throat. I just nod. Yes. Vitaly grabs a towel from my hatchback and wipes the whiteboard clean. Then he uncaps the marker he brought and draws a line straight down the middle of the board. He writes LT on side and LG on the other, then he makes three small hashmarks under the LT. “LT is for Loads Taken. LG is for Loads Given. Right now it’s at zero. We’re not counting the one you shot because it didn’t go inside another pig…but it does look awfully sexy splattered all over that vest.” He pinches a glob of seed off the nylon and sucks it off his fingers. “I want this board filled up by Labor Day," he says. "What do you say to that?" I say, "Yes, Fuck Coach."

I’m a horny 22 year old twink who loves cock. Until recently I’ve always played with lads my own age. At first I always played safe with the other twinks but recently I’ve met some regular lads my own age at the club who love raw. I love the feeling of them going in raw, how naughty it feels, how dirty. There is also no better feeling of slipping my raw cock into another twink and making him moan, this is what real men do. Obviously like all lads of my age I watch a lot of porn and the bareback stuff makes me cum the hardest. The videos where a twink, just like me, takes a bear raw and submits to a muscle mans alpha dominance make me super hard. I dream of a real man breeding my twinky smooth body. Every day I pass the gay sauna and have always been curious but I’m a clean lad and I’ve never gone in. Today they had an advert for lads and dads night – and it was tonight. All day at uni I kept getting distracted and at one point it was such a big effort to get my boner back down. I slowed down near the sauna on the way home and suddenly realized I was gonna go in. I could stop myself but I needed fucked so bad. I paid and grabbed some condoms from the desk. In the shower seeing the hairy bears got my so hard. I just couldn’t control myself. Being new to the sauna I was very nervous and after drying started to look around. Because of my nerves I was walking too quickly and turning a corner bumped straight into a hairy muscular bear’s giants pecs. “I’m sorry sir”. He laughed and said “not so sorry you’re taking your nose out of my pecs”. I started to back away but he laughed again, put his arms around me and drew me back in. “Don’t worry, just sniff, breath the musk in”. I did as I was told. He said “wow that cock of urs is rock solid against my stomach”. Again I said “sorry sir”. He told me not to be sorry and opened the bottle of poppers that was hanging from a chain around his neck. I sniffed deeply a few times them managed to wriggle around so my ass was against his raw cock. He rubbed it across my hole a few times and I moaned. The bear grabbed my hand and lead me to a cabin, he was muscled all over, had a hairy chest and treasure trail down to such a thick meaty cock. He was everything I wanted. In the cabin I knelt down and sucked his cock until he said, “stand up boy – tell me what you want”. I replied I wanted him inside me “I’ve got condoms if you want them”. He smiled a cheeky grin and said “is that really what you want – this mighty cock in rubber inside you?”. I looked nervously back and he said “come on have a sniff of daddy’s musk and poppers”. I did so inhaling all the strong scents then said “daddy, I’m just a piece of meat for you to use; I wanna get dumb and feel you raw inside me”. He asked “do you want me to get you pregnant?” …

Poz dick and cum to those who wants it. Go back on meds next week. Will be at Hank's today (afternoon) and maybe Sat or Sun depending on response. Can't be afraid to play in front of others. Poppers are ok but no cigarettes pls. Bare naked cum trading fun.

The top. He's young, maybe 18 or 19. Slim, fair skin with mousey brown hair cut fairly short in a college boy style. His pink nipples look dark against the pale skin of his taught chest. His cock is about six inches, fairly slim and uncut. He's fully erect and the head has revealed itself fully. It points skyward. At the base is a sparse mess of fair public hair which only lightly covers his scrotum. I noticed as he undressed and bent down to remove his jeans from a pair of smooth pale legs that he had a taught well formed arse. He's standing now looking at me and his eyes drop to look at my cock several times. He is shivering slightly. Partly in apprehension at his first time being with a man and also because he knows my status. The bottom. I feel nervous and slightly ashamed as I take my clothes off infront of this man. I've never been with another man before. I've desired to, often, but never had the courage before. However my desire for sex had become overwhelming this summer. I'd always known I was gay but, was always too scared and too shy to ever pursue anything further. Now, here I am in front of this fully grown man. Naked I feel very vulnerable, apprehensive, scared even but more than anything turned on. He is alot older than me. Forty, maybe even fifty. His hair is cropped and he has a short dark beard. I can't stop looking at his hard cock. I've never seen another man's cock fully erect in person. I saw loads in the boys changing room at school but they weren't hard. A few times other boys caught me looking at them. They would whisper and snigger when they caught me looking and I was always embarrassed and leave the changing room as quickly as possible. I've seen hard cocks on the porn sites and dreamt of touch one, tasting one, filling my mouth and tasting cum. I'd dreamt of having a guy fucking me until he came inside me but, they'd only been dreams and desires. Now here I was actually infront of a man with a huge hard cock. It was hard for me. I want it desperately. I know he is positive. Its what attracted me to his profile. He told me the first time we chatted on the site he was detectable. I want it. I don't know why but, feel I need it. I won't be complete without it. The top. I move forward and put my hands on his shoulders pulling him toward me. His skin is warm and soft. He's compliant and let's me take control. I move my mouth towards his and we kiss. His lips are soft like a woman's. I push my tongue into his mouth and taste him and he reciprocates by pushing his tongue into mine. I can feel his young cock prodding my stomach and mine leaking precum on him. The bottom. He reaches for me and pulls me towards him. We kiss I've never kissed anyone like this before, it feels wonderful. His hands are slipping down my back now towards my arse. He has large hands and it feels like they cover my cheeks completely as he pulls me towards him. I can feel his cock pressing against my belly and wetness dripping from him. I reach for his arse and pull him towards me. I want him to take me, fuck me, breed me with his seed, make me whole. The top. I pull him towards me, my palms on his arse. He feels good. My tongue is still exploring his mouth and now I pull apart his buttocks a slide my right hand down the crack of his arse, feeling for his virgin hole. The bottom. He's touching my hole. It feels so good, so intimate. I reach for his cock. I can barely get my hand round it. I feel the end and his precum. Feeling the warm wet fluid of another man feels so good. I cup his large balls in my hand. There full of his seed, the seed that will soon be in my body. The top. His hole is so tight. I remove my hand and wet the middle finger with saliva and place it back at his hole. His hands are caressing my cock and balls and as I insert my finger into him he sqeezes my cock tightly and sighs. The bottom. OMG he's inside me. His finger probing my hole. I've dreamed of moments like this. *****To be continued ****

Your post is ambiguous, because it's unclear what you mean by "it". If you mean "I just got approved for PrEP, but I want to take PrEP, too", then there is no problem. Get on it. If you mean "I just got approved for PrEP, but I want to get HIV, too", then your post belongs in the Bug Chasing forum on this site, not the health section. Basically, if this latter construction is what you mean, then the advice you get will be based on where you post. Here in the health section, the point is to encourage the use of PrEP to avoid getting HIV, and there are very extensive discussions of the problems you can face as an HIV+ man. Basically, you're signing yourself up for a lifetime of expensive health care, which practically no one can afford without some sort of health insurance (be it an employer plan, an individual plan, or a government-financed one. You'll be at heightened risk for all sorts of complications for the rest of your life (because HIV medications not infrequently take a toll on other parts of your body). Despite a vastly better educated populace than we had in, say, 1985, substantial numbers of potential partners (romantic or sexual) will reject you because of your HIV status. If you have dreams of world travel, there are places where you won't be admitted if you truthfully answer questions about your HIV status, and if you lie and they figure it out because you're carrying HIV medication in your luggage, some of those places will arrest you for trying to enter their country illegally. (Thankfully, this is becoming rare, but it's not unknown even today). This isn't to say you must get on PrEP. It's a personal decision. But as I've said many times here, there will always be idiots in the Bug Chasing forums talking about "brotherhood" and deep spiritual meanings behind sharing DNA and all kinds of other bullshit. That "brotherhood" isn't going to be taking care of you when you get your first serious opportunistic infection. They're not going to pay your insurance bill to keep your treatment going when you change jobs and have a gap in coverage, or when you lose your job and you can't get coverage because you don't live in a state with expanded Medicaid (and COBRA coverage is far too expensive). "Brotherhood" in the poz community seems (to me) to be mostly a bunch of jack-offs online indulging in the fantasy that you're all connected because of your shared HIV experience, and it manifests itself mostly in people showing off biohazard tattoos. And look - I get it; the erotic appeal is much like the appeal inherent in things like vampire legends, the seduction of someone into permanently changing something key about himself, a change that wreaks a fundamental reconstruction of the body' But at the end of the day, all it really means is that you now have an incurable disease, one that for the overwhelming majority of people will eventually kill them if they stop treatment (and by eventually I mean far younger than would otherwise be the case). Thanks to science, it's possible to ward off that death sentence to the point that most people with HIV on treatment will die of something else before they reach that point. But the key there is treatment, something that's expensive and can't be stopped if you want it to remain effective.

My hole is to dry. I need to get it wet 😏🤤

Thank you. I hope to experience more.

Be forewarned: bare cock is super addicting!

My name is Peter, a top with height 188 cm , muscled with an8.5" thick and cut. It all started when I was in my twenties, I had aboyfriend but used to chat online but never met anybody. Every night, I used tosign in on one of the chatting websites and spend all night chatting with guysinto the weirdest and hottest things we might get into if we meet. Then one night I started chatting with an older guy (Jerry) whohappened to have a huge crush on my pictures and insisted on meeting me. Iwasn't interested at all as he was double my age and he wasn't my type at all.But he kept insisting and I kept rejecting, until one day I discovered myboyfriend cheating on me. I returned home putting in my mind that I want to cheat onhim also. I logged in the website and put "looking to meet now". Thesame old guy responded and told him it's his lucky day. We exchanged phonenumbers and 20 minutes later I was on my way to his place. When I reached my senses started returning back to me and Iwas thinking what am I doing. But my anger was stronger so after 10 minutes Iwas outside his door knocking. A nice hot mid forties guy opened the door wearinga robe. We kissed and he let me in. I was really shy and little embarrassed buthe was really gentle and told me he wouldn't proceed if I don't want to. I toldhim no its fine but I am little shy. He laughed and asked me if I want a coke, I told him yes. Hebrought two cups of coke and I drank it in one shot without stop. He then toldme he put some G in the glass to make me relaxed. After a while I startedfeeling relaxed we went to his room where it was the best room I have ever seenwith all equipments including huge screen, lots of dolidos, jocks, wide rangeof leather jocks and straps, handcuffs and of course a leather sling. I wasshocked but happy with what I am seeing. He asked me how am I feeling, I said I am good and feelinghorny. He asked me if I wanna parTy andplay all night. I told him I am free for the next 48 hours, he grinned . Thenhe asked me if I am happy with what I am seeing, I told him yes. The he went downstairs for 5 minutes and he brought a smallbag with white stuff inside it. he asked me if i smoke T, I told him yes eventhough I didn't have any idea about what he was talking. He put some of thiswhite powder in the glass pipe and told me to smoke. I told him I have no clue.He started teaching me and within the next 10 minutes I was smoking it bymyself. After a while I didn't feel anything from the T but then it startedhitting me as I started shaking and wasn't able to put lighter under the glasspipe. At this stage I was feeling the other guy stripping me piece by piece.Then he started licking all my body from top to bottom while I kept smoking. Mybody was tingling in an erotic way and was very horny. I started stripping himand licking all his body until we were both naked. He then gave me a viagra anda very tight jockstrap and he wore a jockstrap also. At this stage I was veryhorny and willing to do anything with this guy. Jerry started to lick all overmy body and when he reached my nipples I was moaning very load that he went crazylicking my nipples and I went crazy moaning. Then he reached my balls andstarted licking them, then he brought a rope and tied my big 8.5 cockcompletely and also my balls stopping blood to my cock. This drove me crazy andI started tongue kissing him. Then he brought the pipe and we started smoking,then he took a big hit and kissed me deep for long 5 minutes. I was flyinghigh, I pushed him on the bed and started licking his body sucking him all overand touching him in places that drove him crazy. He was shaking and playingconstantly with my nipples, this drove me crazy with me sucking his cock andhim squeezing my cock harder with the rope. Jerry then untied my cock and we took 69 position suckingeach other. Jerry asked me for my piss and we went to the bathroom and he drankall my piss directly from the tab. The I took his piss also deep inside mymouth which made me more horny. With all the piss in my system I startedfucking him deep inside and he started moaning really load in pleasure. Icontinued for the next half an hour fucking him continuously until I cameinside him. It was the strongest feeling as I shouted as if it was the firsttime ever I came. I started sucking my cum from his ass and he jerked also. Weate all the cum mine and his and swallowed it until the last drop. We took a shower and asked me if I slammed before. I told him never. He said this will take me into different world. He went to the bag and started preparing two syringes. To be continued.....

I love femboys and trans girls. They work hard to be sexy, are as slutty as the sluttiest girls, give up their pussies EASY and are talented at getting the load out of a mans balls. Plus as a straight man with a taste for the forbidden, pussyboys are just the right mixture of cumdump and little girl to make me wanna fuck that asshole or sit back and watch it blow me. And using femboys to get off is always so easy, and NSA (except for the rentgirls when they are working) and I have yet to meet one that doesn’t take it bareback. The best thing that ever happened to my cock is was my son turning out to be a femboy cumslut.

If u manage to stick your dick in me raw. Keep going to the job is complete

Do you also have fun playing Russian roulette with a loaded pistol? It’s not more “exciting”, it’s just more risky, and more foolhardy. The consequences can far, far outweigh any “fun” that might be had. To the OP: If you’re going to fuck bare, you will always be at risk of catching something. That’s the price of the ticket. You can reduce the risk, but you cannot eliminate it. Saying you want to bareback without risking an STD is like saying you want to go skydiving without jumping out of an airplane. If you aren’t willing to risk it, don’t do it. It’s as simple as that.

Had a really good experience tonight. In Scotland this weekend, hooked up with a mid 30s guy who lived in a small flat near the top of a tower block in the north of Glasgow. He was a nice-looking guy, small, and dark haired with a nice smile and a really fit arse and I really enjoyed his company. He told me he had been street homeless for a while before he got the flat and he was so proud of it - he had hardly any furniture, but the place was as neat as a pin. All he had in the bedroom was a single mattrass on the floor - and that's where I fucked him. We sucked each other for a while and then I got him on his knees and pushed my tongue up his fit, hairy arsehole - he loved it. He'd already told me he wasn't on Prep, but liked it bare, so I lubed him up and pushed my cock up his arse. He was really tight and was a great fuck. He was really into being fucked and was moaning for me to fuck him harder and to breed him. I shot a nice big load right up him. Hoping to hook up with him again

Was there yesterday and blew a 20 day load deep in a guys ass. I do it as much as I can. Not the 10 day part that was totally not planned but had to get it out of my balls. What better place?

My ex wife threw me out of the house when she found out I did Tina and got fucked by men. I literally giggled in her face, she freed me to be a pig, no need to hide my using, fucking and perversity. Immediately rented a room from my dealer , got more t and the celebrated with a black tranny hooker with a 9 inch cock and a filthy weekend at a bathouse and took 18 loads in 2 days

The Second Chapter April 1996. Matthew is 18 years old. He lived. He came. He conquered. Matthew wakes up in the middle of the night. It is two in the morning and his bed is soaked with sweat. He stays in bed for the next three days and he’s on his feet again on the forth, and his life precedes as normal on the fifth, although ‘normal’ may be too kind of a word to use here, as nothing from this point onwards is normal in the world of Matthew Taylor. He hears of the dreaded news one day at the doctor’s office, but much of this memory has become a blur to him. “’m sorry to say,’ says the doctor, sorrowfully, ‘that you are HIV positive.” These are the words that no one should ever hear, and definitely not to a boy of Matthew’s age who did not ask to receive this. “Now, there are limited treatment options …” continues the doctor, but Matthew does not register anything else from this point onwards. The world drowns out in white noise as he sees his future disappearing before his eyes, not wanting to die at such an early age. He weeps in his car and the sky weeps along with him on the drive back home. He weeps himself to sleep until there are no more tears to shed, even if he tries. Six month later. He feels different. He feels stronger. He feels hornier. Matthew's body is changing and he feels very powerful, so he goes to the gym on a daily basis and in no time at all, he is very muscular. He particularly enjoys the attention that he is receiving from the onlookers of men on the streets, at the gym, at school. He is at his best friend’s place and they are playing cards when his friend has to leave for soccer practice, so now he is home alone with his best friend’s dad, Scott, who has just arrived home from his work as an electrician. “Can I get you anything to drink, mate?” Scott asks. “Water’s fine, Mr. Anderson,” Matthew replies. “You know you can call me Scott. How’s school going?” “It’s going alright. Semester’s holiday is coming up.” Scott hands Matthew a glass of water. Matthew has never paid any particular attention to Scott before up until this point. He’s always seen him as his best friend’s dad and nothing else, but now, alone in the kitchen with just the two of them, Matthew finds him particularly attractive, with the scruffy two day beard and the tradie uniform that was in desperate need of washing. There is a scent that Matthew often releases, masculine and dominating, that seems to wither down men’s inhibition, making them more seductive, submissive. It was having an effect on Scott, the bulge in his pants becoming noticeably apparent and he begins to have difficulty diverging his gaze away from Matthew's own pants. He doesn’t know what has gotten over him. ‘Is everything alright, Mr. Anderson?’ Matthew asks. ‘Yeah, just have to use the bathroom,’ Scott says, and he excuses himself quickly. Matthew follows him, and he meets him in the bathroom splashing water on his face. They meet each other’s gazes in the mirror and for a brief moment, no one says anything, until Matthew begins to rub the bulge on his pants. Scott can’t take his eyes of it, although he does try very hard to do so. Temptation takes hold of Scott and he turns around, walks towards Matthew, pulls his pants down, gets on his knees, tastes him with his mouth. He is not particularly good at it, scraping Matthew’s cock with his teeth from time to time, and often gagging on the size. Scott’s eyes are closed as he rocks back and forth and Matthew wonders what he is thinking at this moment, on his knees serving another man for the first time, while his wife and kids are away. There is a slight guilt that runs through Matthew’s body on what they are doing and what will happen in the next ten minutes or so, but he brushes the thought and feeling away, the same way that you might clear a table by pushing everything on the floor, and fills his mind with lust and excitement as to what he is about to do to this man. He pulls Scott off the ground and they kiss. It is passionate and romantic that rivals that of his wife. They walk to his best friend’s room and he pushes Scott onto the bed on his back, removes his pants. Scott’s ass is hairy and tight. Matthew spits on his dick and on Scott’s hole and slides it in, slowly, until it is balls deep. He looks into Scott’s eyes, brown and a bit vacant, as he thrusts, slowly at first, then a bit faster, while Scott lays there silently. It is difficult to tell for sure whether Scott is enjoying the experience, from the silence, but it doesn’t matter because to Matthew, he, like any other men he had conquered, is just a piece of meat for his own pleasure. His life will be short-lived after the infection, like that of Matthew, but he has served his purpose of pleasuring men. It was unfair and unjust to shorten Matthew's life like that, with the infection, and he was determined to take down as many people along the way as he could for as long as he lived. “You will learn to love this,” Matthew whispers in Scott’s ear, releasing deep inside him in the process. He pulls his dick out and Scott is quick to put it back into his mouth to clean it. Indeed, Scott does learn to love this, and he is often found with a raw dick inside him on business meetings across the country soon after.

Thanks for your comments, guys. A new chapter cumming soon.

The first time I got force-chemmed and raped was my first visit to NYC. I was barely 21, in the Army, all buffed out and a bit over-confident as I explored the gay-scene for the first time, alone in a strange dangerous city I had no business exploring by myself. I was walking down a dark, narrow, deserted street taking a shortcut on my way to check out a popular gay dance club I had heard about that was rumored to be frequented by gay college jocks my age. This hot Latin guy was leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette at the opening to an alley. We checked each other out as I went by. He was wearing faded jeans and a wife beater that hugged his torso showing off his nicely muscled chest and arms. He had some hot tats and this bad-boy look about him that made my dick hard, so after passing him, I turned around to look again. I noted that he was checking out my ass, and when he saw me looking back, a sly grin flashed across his face. He dropped his smoke, cocked his head toward the alley in a "follow me" gesture, and disappeared into the shadows. I was feeling a slight buzz from a few drinks I had earlier, which undoubtedly clouded my judgment. There were no thoughts of danger flashing through my mind, only this burning desire to feel this guy's naked body up against mine. I remember wondering if he was gonna fuck me or if I was gonna fuck him. I didn't care which it would be. Maybe both if I was lucky. I didn't have any condoms with me and that fact didn't even register in my mind. When I entered the alley, it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. I could barely see him ahead of me in the distance. He was waiting for me outside of what looked like a doorway. As I approached, I heard the door open and he disappeared inside. I followed him, enjoying this little chase thing we had going. I found myself inside a dark hallway. I could smell cigarettes and alcohol. I could hear muffled voices. I couldn't tell where he had gone so I started down the hall. I checked the first few doors, which were locked. When I got to the end of the hall, I opened the last door and stepped inside. I found myself in the back of a long poorly lit room. There was a small bar counter to my right with a couple of guys sitting on stools and chatting with a bartender. There were a couple of pool tables toward the front of the bar, each with a single bare bulb hanging over it. I heard nothing but Spanish being spoken and quickly realized I was the only white guy in the room. As I stood there, taking in the scene, the occupants of the room noticed me and the place fell silent as all eyes turned to me. I sized up the situation quickly and the alarm bells were starting to go off in my head. There were about 12 guys, all Latino, roughly 20-30 in age I guessed. It was hot as fuck in this room and everybody but the guy I had followed in here and myself had their shirts off. These dudes were all in damn good shape and I realized they looked like gang bangers. I noticed a couple fresh tattoos on the two guys nearest me that looked like prison tats. This was not what I bargained for. I started to turn toward the door planning to retrace my steps out into the alley. That was when I heard the door shut behind me and the click of the deadbolt. I knew I wasn't going out the way I came in. I saw another door at the far end of the room and started calculating how I was going to reach it. I'm a tough, wiry, scrappy fucker but I realized there was no way I was going to be able to fight my way through these guys. When I saw a guy at the front door throw the bolt and lock us all in, I knew that I had fucked up royally. Swallowing my panic, I figured I'd better make friends fast. I forced a smile onto my face, walked directly up to the hot guy I had followed in from the alley, and said, "Hey amigo, can I buy you a drink?" The room was silent as he ran his eyes up and down my body and I could see the lust in his eyes. I felt like I was in a fucking meat market and I was the new meat. After what seemed like an eternity, he smiled at me and said, "No white boy, you are my guest, let me buy you one." The whole place erupted in laughter and everyone turned back to their conversations and drinks. I felt such a wave of relief sweep over me I thought my legs were going to buckle. My "host" fired off some commands in Spanish to the bartender, who got busy mixing our drinks. My Spanish is shitty and these guys all spoke some kind of dialect that rolled off their tongues like gun fire. I was clueless what they were saying. In no time I had a cocktail in my hand and I was invited to play a game of pool. The guys at the closest pool table cleared out to make way for us and the game began. The cocktail I was drinking tasted REALLY good...not too tart, not too sweet. It was like something you would have on a beach in a warm climate, but I had never tasted anything like it before. My host had the bartender make me a second one and about half-way through it I started feeling really light-headed and unstable on my feet. I plopped my ass onto a stool and someone asked me, "You feeling alright white boy?" I tried to respond but my tongue felt thick and all that came out of my mouth was gibberish. Several of the guys around me chuckled and the sound of their laughter sounded like it was echoing down a long hallway. I started to fall off my stool and a hot muscle guy with huge arms caught me. He picked me up and laid me on my back on the pool table. My host, the hot guy in the wife beater, came up to me, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Relax and enjoy it white boy. We're gonna show you the best time of your life tonight." The realization swept over me that I had been drugged, and the panic was starting to build inside me again. My mind was fully engaged, but I had no control over my body. I could see what was happening and feel it, but I was helpless to do anything about it. Guys in the room were stripping their clothes off and I could see guys playing with their cocks. I heard one guy say in English that he had gotten a taste for white boy ass in prison and now he couldn't get enough of it. Several other guys agreed with him. I watched as my host peeled out of his wife beater, then stripped out of his pants. He had purposely positioned himself so I could watch him strip and he was giving me a show. He had a gorgeous chiseled body with 8-pack abs. I was totally hot for him while simultaneously scared out of my wits. The combination of fear and lust was oddly erotic. My mind was doing this tug of war in my head. I realized that I was about to be gang raped by these guys and my reaction alternated between panic and lust. I was scared to death and horny as hell all at the same time. My cock had a mind of its own and it was rock hard. My host took notice and I saw him smile, knowing he was getting the response from me that he wanted. I could tell he got off being in total control of the situation and having me powerless. It dawned on me that I couldn't do anything about it anyway so I might as well make the most out of it. My host walked up to me wearing nothing but boxers. His cock was straining against the front of his boxers creating a tent effect and I could glimpse his cock through the overstretched fly front. He dropped the boxers revealing the biggest slab of cock I had ever seen -- even in pornos. It was long, thick, and rock hard. He stroked it as he showed it to me and told me I was going to enjoy being his faggot for the night. He told me how he was going to tear my ass open with his mammoth cock and how all his buddies were going to watch him fuck me before they took turns in my ass. I was thinking there is no way humanly possible that something that large could be made to fit into my ass. Boy was I wrong. My host said something in Spanish and then I heard him say, “Gibron is going to get you ready for me.” I wasn't sure what that meant until I felt someone grab my arm and pin it to the table. Someone growled in my ear "hold still motherfucker" and I felt something stick my arm. Then I heard, "got it," followed by, "hold on white boy and enjoy the ride," as more guys chuckled. Seconds later I felt a weird sensation. My pulse quickened, I felt a source of intense heat gather in my chest then burst, like a sun going super-nova, spreading outward through my arms and legs like liquid metal until the energy burst from my fingertips and toes erupting outward like jets of super-hot plasma. The heat in my chest rose up through my lungs and into my throat as I coughed violently a couple of times. The noise inside my head sounded like a freight train roaring through a tunnel. My vision changed suddenly and I could see nothing but star-bursts and colored lights. I couldn't focus my vision and my eyeballs wouldn't hold still. They bounced around in my head like a balls in a pinball machine. I experienced the sensation of weightlessness. It seemed as though my body has risen up off the pool table and I felt like I was floating. It was without a doubt the most intense and most pleasurable sensation I had ever felt. I couldn't help but repeat over and over, "oh shit", "oh fuck", "oh shit", "oh fuck." Then I became aware of my cock, standing straight up and rock hard, with this sensation of fullness and heat building inside of it. It felt like my cock was swelling and that it would burst outward from the pressure. Suddenly I felt the heat gather at the tip of my cock, and without any stimulation, the biggest cum load I have ever shot erupted from the head of my dick. My dick was like a fountain, with spurts of cum shooting several feet into the air and spraying in all directions. When the geysers subsided, cum continued to drain from my cock in a steady flow for what seemed like minutes. I was soaked in cum and could feel a huge pool of it forming underneath me on the table. It must have been impressive because I heard several remarks like, "fuck man look at all that cum!", "I've never seen a guy shoot like that!", and "I didn't know a guy could cum that much!" Then I felt multiple tongues on my body licking my load off my skin. The sensations of having these guys touch me were amazing. The next thing I was aware of was my host's tongue and fingers playing with my ass. He was telling me how much he liked my hot, tight, pink hole and how much he wanted to put his huge cock in there and own it. I realized that my ass was craving cock like never before and I found myself lusting after that mammoth cock he had showed me earlier. I felt confident that I could take every inch of it and I was eager to show him how much I wanted it. I knew in my heart that I would give every ounce of effort inside me to take all of him and that I wanted his load in me. In fact, I wanted every last motherfucker in that room inside me and I wanted every one of their loads. I tried to say something to that effect and someone bent close to my ear to hear my confession. He stood up and announced, "He says he wants all of our cocks inside him, right now, at the same time." That got a big laugh from everyone. Someone asked, "How much did you give the kid?" I heard, Gibron say, "Point 8, and I've got lots more for him when he wants it." My host walked up and showed me his hard cock. He held two beer cans in his hand end to end aligned alongside his dick. His dick was the same diameter as the cans and slightly longer than both cans put together. He asked me if I was ready for him to bury his tool in my guts. I wanted it desperately but the size of the thing scared me. Before I could answer he said, "It doesn't matter what you want cuz you're gonna do what you're told, faggot." He walked around to my ass, put the head of his cock against my tight hole, and with one shove he rammed it in ass far as it would go. I felt him bottom out inside me and heard him say, "No faggot. You're gonna take all of it, not just half." I felt him push harder and I was sure he was up against my diaphragm. It felt like he was tearing a hole through my intestines. I could hardly breathe and I felt like I was going to pass out. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I remember a tear falling from the corner of my eye and rolling down my cheek. I remember thinking I had never felt such pain inside my guts. I remember thinking I was going to die and wondering if I would wake up in heaven. Just then, I felt something inside me relax, and I felt a 'pop'. His cock slid further inside and it felt like another two feet of hard dick slid into me. Suddenly I could breathe. Suddenly the pain was gone. I heard my host say, "That's the way white boy. You know you like that monster cock. Relax and enjoy every inch of it." I began to be aware of how fucking amazing this guy's cock really was. He had me stretched to the point I didn't think my hole could get any larger. He liked that tight feeling and he told me so. He was sliding his cock all the way out until just the head was inside me, then sliding it all the way back in again. With each stroke, there was a point in the middle somewhere where I would fell that resistance and that pop, and each time he passed that point a burst of pure pleasure would radiate through my body. It was fucking amazing and I thought, “Maybe I am dead and this is heaven?” It dawned on me that my version of heaven would be spending eternity with an endless supply of hot tops with huge cocks to fuck me, tight bottom boys to take my cock, and this wonderful shit called tina flowing through my veins. The rest of my time at this place was amazing. I had no concept of time. Every so often someone would slam another rig into my arm, and I took every cock in the place multiple times. At one point I heard someone ask how many loads I had taken and I heard, "at least 30 so far". I was both proud and amazed. Every time someone would pull out of my ass, I could feel my hole gape open and cum would run out of my ass and down my butt cheeks. At one point my host laid down on the pool table next to me and I was lifted up by many hands. I was really wobbly, but they set me on top of the host and fed his massive meat into my ass so I was riding him from the top. It slid in easily this time and felt really great pushing up so deep inside me. I was starting to rock on it and ride it when someone grabbed me by the neck, pushed me forward so I was lying on the host's chest, and ordered me to hold still. My arm was pulled straight and I felt something tighten around my bicep. I felt a sharp stick and that amazing heat flooded through my body again. I shuddered and whimpered. The host whispered in my ear, "You love that rush don't you white boy?" I answered, "Yes sir. I don't ever want that feeling to go away." I felt the head of another huge dick push against my hole. There was a steady pressure for a long time and the voice said, "Fuck! This white boy is tight!" I felt a finger slide inside me alongside the host’s massive cock. The finger worked around for a few minutes, then I felt another finger, then another. After a few more minutes, the fingers came out and they were suddenly replaced by the second cock sliding in and filling my ass beyond comprehension. I moaned in pain and pleasure. I didn't think anything could feel better. The second cock slid back and forth inside me, rubbing against my host's dick and stretching me further open with each thrust. This went on for a long time until both guys announced they were getting close. They were both grunting and snorting and telling me how hot my ass felt and I came for the umpteenth time without touching myself. As my cock released, my ass convulsed around their cocks and they both shot their loads inside me at the same time. After they pulled out of my ass, my ass felt empty and it felt like there was a piece of my soul missing. I didn't like the feeling and needed something in there to make me feel whole again. I started begging for someone to put something in my ass, anything. I felt someone slathering my ass with this thick, creamy substance and felt fingers teasing my hole. In and out they went, working my hole, stretching it larger and larger. Soon I experienced four fingers and the narrow blade of the hand. Then it became five fingers and the intensity grew exponentially as the volume of the hand changed from flat to round. The hand was removed for several seconds while something cold and wet was sprayed onto my ass and into my hole. The cold liquid turned hot on contact and burned for a second, then I felt this warm sensation flood my ass and the irritation inside my hole disappeared. I heard the aerosol can spray again near my ear and I could smell some chemical. Someone shoved a wet cloth in my mouth and told me to breathe through my mouth. I took a deep breath and I got an instant warm, fuzzy feeling. My head started to swim and my vision closed in like I was looking out through a tunnel. I was fighting to focus my mind and stay conscious while someone was working hard on my hole. I was aware of someone's hand wedging my hole open and the fullness felt like someone had parked a truck in my ass. Someone stuck a bottle of really strong poppers to my nose and told me to inhale. A few seconds later I felt my body relax and the hand pushed really hard. I struggled to get away but several guys held me down so I couldn’t move. Someone sprayed more liquid on the rag and stuffed it back in my mouth. I was given another big hit of poppers and I felt my ass open up. My ass seemed to have a mind of its own and it started to stretch open as if begging for the hand. I heard the guy fisting me say, “Yeah white boy, suck that hand inside!” I felt him change the angle slightly and the intensity of that small move was off the charts, then suddenly the hand slipped all the way inside me. I felt instant relief and heard a chorus of approval from those that were watching. The hand worked itself around inside me and started to play with my prostate and cock from the inside of my body. It was the most amazing feeling I have ever felt. I started oozing LOTS of precum from my dick and it continued the entire time his hand was in there. At one point a guy pushed his cock inside me alongside the guy's wrist and I felt him unload inside me. Several other guys followed suit and I took several more loads that way.

So, I'll ALWAYS prefer cum to piss. I wouldn't necessarily say I'm INTO it, like, I don't CRAVE it, but I had a top once that wanted to fuck me in the shower. He used shower gel as lube, which was different and fun, but before we fucked, he had me get on my knees and suck him. The water was running on his back, but at one point he pulled his big cock out of my mouth, and even though he was SUPER hard, he pissed all over my face, head and beard and even in my mouth. He told me to open my mouth, I was disappointed because it thought he was just going to shoot a cumload and not fuck me. To my surprise he started pissing all over me. I didn't swallow at first, just let it run down my face, what I found it SUPER erotic and exciting to the point that MY dick got hard. His piss was running down my face, beard, and chest, and I LOVED it. He did too, and grabbed my head and shoved it back in my throat and told me to swallow. He was SO fucking assertive, SO fucking hot, that I did. To my surprise I loved it. He went on to have me stand up, was still hard and lubed up my ass with shower gel and fucked a nice load in men to the point i had soap and cum ooIng out of my ass all the way home. This hot fucker did this several times, always pissing all over me and making me swallow it. To HIM it was a form of dominance over me, and me doing it was degrading and showing submission. I agree, it was both. I really miss that and him and his awesome cock. Haven't really done much other watersports. Had one guy cum in my ass and i regretted not showering right away because his piss ran down my ball sack, and it was an early morning fuck, and by evening my ball sack was buring from his piss.

Saturday night I was at a sex party in LA. The place was crowded with men. I took my position and counted close to 2 dozen men trying my hole and left with probably 6 loads. My ass still feel a little sore this morning 😏

That's a good Fag! I have a Dom Top who visit my town 6 times per year. I go over to his hotel for a raw fuck a few per visit when in town.

I’m an object but I’m happy being called a bitch or a whore or a cumdumpster, or a fuckhole, or just plain trash as long as I am getting coks shoved in me and loads blown inside me.

There's another aspect that might be addressed: Some guys seldom get fucked, don't particularly care for it, but will allow a Cock up their gut when the connection is right, and the other guy really wants to. These guys wouldn't want a "PornCock" ripping their guts apart - that would be counterproductive to the whole exchange. They'd only allow a modestly-proportioned Cock, and only in certain circumstances. The pleasure would not be in getting fucked - it would be in accommodating the Lusts of another man that is respected, and has respected and accommodated your own.

I'm working on my cumdump journey and coming off my 8 year relationship ending. Its 10/21/2022 and I have decided to spend my night at the bathhouse taking loads. I strip down to my jockstrap and begin to cruise the area. I quickly run across a guy that's really checking me out so I head to the maze and find a room hoping he'll follow, which he does. He preferred something more private so into a glory hole both we go and lock. I'm pre-lubed and he slips in, his dick is average but he has a nice body. He's fucking me from behind and starts to want to make out which was so hot swapping spit and sucking on tongues while riding his dick. He gets really turned on by this and flips me on my back and soon gives me some deliberate thrusts and moans meaning his load was filling up my hole. He leaves and I check to see if the sling is available. Some guys were hanging out around it and I asked if it was open. They weren't sure so I made a pit stop to the bathroom. After I was done I ran across one of the guys who said the sling was open, to which I said "fuck yeah!" And we headed to get me in place. The guy that led me to the sling helped get me into the sling and then pushed is thick cock in my ass and pounded my hole, rattling the chains like a dinner bell for everyone to come watch as I got fucked. He quickly blew his load and another guy proceeds to put a condom on and began fucking me. He got himself to the point of cumming and removed the condom so he could jack off into my mouth. His cum tasted so good and made me feel very piggy having his load all over my face. The last load came from an older guy who started with some light rimming before thrusting his rock hard cock in me. He had a nice curve on his cock and he used it on me very well. He soon unloaded in me adding to the other loads and left. After that the bathhouse got pretty quiet. I did have one other hot fuck that lasted probably 30 minutes but I don't think he unloaded in me. It was a good night, but I'm trying to take even more loads. Hopefully Cumunion in Dallas will give what I want.

The colon is very long. When a guys arm goes in, the organs are pushed aside a bit. I’ve been up a guy to my bicep. You can feel his heart beating. His dick was soft but it was running with precum. The trick is to go VERY SLOWLY and take tirection from the bottom. It’s done ON HIS TIME! He’ll relax if he knows he can trust you. As you go in be sure to stop when he says so or if you feel resistance. Hold still. Let him take a few deep breath’s and many hit the poppers. You’ll feel him open the next sphincter and you can slowly move deeper. You can repeat that 2 or 3 more times until you reach the point where he says no deeper. the go even slower on the way out! I learned this from the guy I went into up to my bicep. I used this technique to be able to take a fist up to the guys elbow. It was HOT AS FUCKING HELL. I love Fisting a butch guy, but I LOVE GETTING FISTED BY BUTCH STUDS WHO TRULY LOVE STICKING THEIR HANDS AND ARMS UP A GUYS ASS! the body can take it if you GO SLOWLY!

If he doesn’t want my load, I’m not fucking. I don’t waste my swimmers

Thank you for all the followers and readers of this story. I appreciate all your comments. I know the story got a slow start and not fast enough for some but hope its been more of what people like (as i do). I hope to get more views and followers as i develop the story more and he takes on his new chapter in his life of being a real bottom whore. Stay tuned.

It does kinda feel like that doesn't it?! 😉 Damn good guess!

I’m on a work trip currently in the capital city. Last night after dinner, I was just working from my hotel room downtown when I get this message on Grindr. Older guy, in his early 50s, no face pic but nice toned and hairy body, taller than me at around 5’11. Short salt and pepper beard from what course be seen of his chin and jawline on the pics. He’s just finished dinner and is horny. I’m starting to get horny too. Not a lot of small talk and he goes straight to the point. He gives me an address, tells me how to get into the building through an unlocked back door and down to the basement. He orders me to wait for him in a designated corner, blindfolded, with poppers at hand. The address is literally less than 10 minutes away walking. I just slip on some black sweatpants, no underwear, shove my poppers and leather blindfold into my back pocket and gets on my way. I arrive in front of an small apartment building, go around as told, down some stairs to a door. It is in fact unlocked and I get in. First door to the right, down another few steps into the locker room. I make my way to a dark corner on the left, close to locker number 56 as he told me. It’s a dead end, quite far away from the entrance, and the light above the door barely makes it all the way to that corner. I put the blindfold on as I was told, and just wait, holding my poppers in my right hand. After 2 or 3 minutes, I hear the door open, some steps coming towards me. No words, just the sound of pants being unzipped and pulled down, and a hand pushing me to my knees. His dick is already hard and he pushes it into my mouth. He’s probably a good 7”, with a good thickness. I gag a bit but start sucking him the best I can. He starts moaning and thrusting, holding my head in place with both hands. I can tell he’s trying to be as quiet as he can. He takes the poppers off my hand and takes a deep sniff himself before putting the bottle under my nose, and ordering me to inhale. After 5 minutes of sucking, his dick is all wet from my saliva and his precum. He grabs me under the arms to have me stand and flips me. “Put your hands on the wall” he says as he pulls my sweatpants down. “No underwear, easy access slut”. He’s spitting on my hole and licking it. I hear him stand up and feel his cock rubbing between my cheeks, pressing against my hole, until he thrusts balls deep into it. It’s painful but he puts his hand onto my mouth before I could make a sound. “Shhhh”. I feel him thrust in and out, one hand on my mouth, his left arm around my neck. His face close to mine, I can feel his breath on my ear. He’s panting, picking up the pace. I need more poppers. He speeds up again then stops, deep in my hole. I feel his cock throbbing. He shooting his load. He’s still holding me for a few minutes, catching his breath. “Don’t move” he whispers. I’m still facing the wall, arched back with my pants at my ankles, my hole dripping. “Beautiful!” as he slaps my ass. I can hear him get dressed. “You didn’t even ask for a condom” he adds as he leaves. I never saw his face.

The Final Chapter To the choices that we make in life. Matthew makes a pit stop at the closest Woolworth to buy some duct tape. He uses it to tie the man’s hands and feet together along with his mouth and drops him in the boot of the car, and resumes his travels to the Grampians. The drive is fairly long, and they don’t reach the peak of the cliff until well into the night, when the moon has already made friends with all the stars in the sky. He pulls the man out of the boot of the car, who is still asleep from the drug, places him a few meters from the edge of the cliff, sits beside him. He stares at the man’s face while he is sleeping and a rush of emotions floods Matthew. He feels a dash of anger from being infected by this man, his life changed ever since. He never asked for this difficult life and it only took one night to change everything. He wonders where life would have taken him if he weren’t infected. He feels a sprinkle of pity for the man, whose time had not been kind to him, now very old and very sick-looking, laying there on the muddy cliff. He wonders how long the man has left to live. And most importantly, he feels a pinch of hope, for Matthew’s life is not over yet, there’s still a bit of time to live out his life, especially now that Somchai is a part of it. He wonders what Somchai is up to at the moment. The man stirs as the drug wears off and he immediately panics when he realises that he is bound and gagged. He begins to squirm like a worm, and in doing so, edges closer and closer to the side of the cliff. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Matthew says. The man continues to wiggle until he faces the edge and the edge faces him, his eyes widen, stops moving. Matthew sighs and pulls the man away from the edge, rips the tape off his mouth quickly and painfully, sits back down beside him. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” asks the man. “Well, I was going to throw you off the cliff.” “Do I know you?” “You don’t remember me, do you?” The man looks at Matthew's eyes and he does remember, even though it has been a very long time ago. “You’re that kid from the truck stop toilet, aren’t you? Boy did I enjoy fucking you. Wish your old man had joined in.” The man laughs cruelly, showing what’s left of his stained teeth. Fury takes over Matthew and he punches the man right in the jaw, but he continues to laugh, though through obvious pain, blood dripping between the gaps in his teeth. “Go ahead and kill me,” says the man with the scorpion tattoo. “I’m going to die anyway, one way or another.” Matthew looks at the man and waits for him to continue. “And by the look of your face, you’re on the same boat as me. We are both going to die from AIDs, and there is nothing anyone can do about it, so we might as well let the world burn as we go down along with it. There is no beauty on this planet, just pain and misery.” The sun begins to rise very slowly from the east. The first light breaks the horizon and it creeps its way across the landscape and chases away the night. When the light washes over the man, Matthew can see clearly that the man is dying, not only from the outside, but within his soul. He sees himself in the dying man, like a mirror being held in front of him, and he is afraid of the person that he has and will become. Ending this man’ life, Matthew realises, will not give him closure, for the man had died a long time ago—metaphorically speaking—when he had given up hope on his life. He is a wandering shell that walks the earth, struggling by, waiting for the time when death comes knocking at his door. “You are wrong,” Matthew tells the man. “There is beauty in this world. You just didn’t find it in this lifetime.” Matthew takes a knife hidden in his jacket and lunges at the man, who is taken aback and yells for mercy. The knife slices the air and cuts cleanly through the tape bounding the man’s hand, freeing him. He drops the knife to the ground, looks at the man’s eyes for one last time, starts the car and drives off. The man is shaken by what he has witnessed, grabs the knife and slices the tape bounding his legs. He sits at the edge of the cliff for a few hours, pondering his life, his future and, deciding that there is none, pushes himself off the cliff. Matthew comes home just before ten in the morning. Somchai is still asleep, snoring, naked. He slides into bed and stares silently at him. Somchai’s face is peaceful in the illumination of the light that filters through the window. A few minutes go by and he opens his eyes, slowly at first, then much too wide. “Where were you?” Somchai asks. “I had to take care of some business,” Matthew says. The distance between them becomes non-existence as they hug each other. They embraced each other now, and they embraced each other for the years to come, past their wedding day, and past their honeymoon, and past the many difficult hospital visits that were yet to transpire. Matthew was happy for the remaining years of his life, now with the bottomless pit filled to the brim with the love that he shared with his partner, who had stayed with him until the very end. Sometimes, we can’t choose what happens to us when we are young, but we always have a choice now and into the future what happens to us.

Slutty Sunday. Hooked up with a couple early Sunday afternoon. Good fucking and they both pumped a load deep in my ass. I thought we were done but one of them went for seconds. Took him a fucking long time nailing my ass before he produced #3. Loved it! An hour after they left my young fuckbuddy hit me up. He went crazy when he found the loads in my ass. Got #4 and #5 from him. There is something to be said for cooking dinner with 5 loads in your ass 😉 Well spent Sunday!

Probably the roughest fuck I’ve ever had. At one point I asked for a five minute break and was just curled up next to him to catch my breath. But once I did he got back to work on abusing my hole. I told him I was so happy when he came in me and he asked why and I told that if my ass couldn’t give him an orgasm I didn’t think he’d ever invite me back. 😁

Hot as always - honestly @1981virginia writes the best content. honestly, the only stories that get me off

Interesting, Eroswired, this begs a few questions: 1. What do you believe the minimum age should be for meet-ups/sex, in general? 2. Do you believe that the mimimum age for gay sex should be different to hetrosexual sex? You haven't specified if your son is gay, but, when he was 16, would your issue have been him having sex with another man, having sex with an older man or having any sex full stop at that age? What do you believe the youngest age should be, that a man in his 40s, has sex with? Surely, sex is sex and what's the difference between a 16 year old, having sex with another 16 year old or with someone in their 40s? Actually, if anything, two 16 year olds, both having gay sex for the first time, with each other are more likely to risk hurting each other (due to their inexperienc), compared to an experienced 40 year old having gentle sex with a 16 year old (especially if this is the 16 year olds first time)... For me, I believe that everyone is different and sexually mature (both physically and emotionally) at different ages. I know of 16 year olds that have had sex and have been ready to have that sex. I also know of people, in their 20s, who have had sex and haven't been (emotionally) ready. Looking at the OP, he seems to be willing to be gentle and do the right thing by this 16 year old. I don't think that that you should assume that this 16 year old isn't ready for sex just because of his age. The risk of this 16 year old 'mis-understanding' something on a sexual encounter with the OP, should they meet, is there; however that can happen, even if he was in his 20s... you just have to ensure that the consent is there. To the OP, if you do meet with this 16 year old, please ensure that you take it easy and slow. You don't have to have sex on your first meet-up. Your best bet is to get to know him a bit first and have a couple of meets, before having sex for the first time. Also ensure that you are BOTH ready for the sex, if/when that happens - the emotion of the encounter will be experienced by you, as well. Good luck

There is a fundamental difference between "trusting a Dom" and "not having any way to end a scene/halt an action" if a problem develops. And any "Dom" who doesn't understand that isn't worth the honorific "Dom". More like, as Viking says, "Asshole". And I say that as someone who IS rather experienced on the BDSM side of things: this guy is a loose cannon. He talks about how "it's not really slavery" if there's a safe word, while ignoring that THIS IS NOT REAL, ACTUAL SLAVERY. This is sexual role-taking (if not role-playing), and when the scene is over, the "slavery" is done with. So why is it okay to not be "really slavery" once the sex is done, but it's not okay for it to not be "really slavery" while the sex is going on? Now: I can understand most of the rest of the profile - he likes what he likes, fucking is a requirement, he likes shorter guys, he doesn't like really young guys, etc. etc. And all that's fine. But a dominant, BDSM-practicing guy who refuses to use safe words? Hope his dick falls off.

Oh, I get that and I agree. Disclaimer: I'm not experienced in BDSM. But my understanding is that safe words are intended as exactly that. They are for safety in a situation where the sub is threatened with actual harm (be that physical or psychological), not just having their boundaries tested (which is part of the point, is it not?).

Avoid like the plague, I say.

If you’re a nice enough guy and a good fuck, I don’t care what your face looks like.

couldn’t believe it. Standing there holding the kid’s note. Realizing I had HIV swimming at my ass. I was still buzzed from the poppers and still horned up for more cock up my ass. But I knew I had to do something about this. At that point in my slide into perversion, I wasn’t ready to be HIV positive. I had a church, a wife, two sons... I could lose all that right at that moment right at that point in time. I knew what I could do. My congregation had been working with an AIDS hospice for several years. I knew about pep. The strange thing was, I wasn’t completely freaked out. I wasn’t afraid or angry or disappointed in myself. I wasn’t mad at the kid. The truth is I was horned up as fuck. I knew I wanted more cock, more raw cock in my ass. I wanted as much cock as I could get. My choice for the moment was to head to a hospital. There was a hospital about 40 miles away where I wouldn’t be known and I went to the walk-in clinic. I gave them some bullshit story about fooling around in and a broken condom and just being a little worried. They did a quick test to check my status - negative of course. They prescribed a course of anti-retroviral’s. And told me to come back in three months for a test. I did get test at three months later but not there. I got a Home kit and it came back non-reactive and I had it confirmed at the local STD clinic. But none of that stopped my slide into bareback sex. I couldn’t help myself now. For a while I went back to using rubbers except for sucking cock which I did a lot off. I knew three or four good porno stores within a couple hours drive of my house. I would go out in the afternoons on Saturdays and spend hours in a booth in a porno store sucking every dick that came through the hole. I didn’t care. It could be an old cock, young cock, Big or little, cut or uncut, I didn’t care. I just want it hard dripping cock sliding into my mouth into my throat. I craved cum. I craved bitter cum, sweet cum, from any cock I could get into my mouth and into my body. Big or little, cut or uncut,. I didn’t care. I just want hard dripping cock sliding into my mouth, into my throat. I craved cum. I crave bitter cum, sweet cum from any cock I could get into my mouth and into my body. it wasn’t long before I took another load. After getting my test at the three months and knowing that I was clear of HIV, I started thinking about hard cock up my ass again. I started thinking about that kid in the woods sliding his raw hard cock up my ass balls deep. I fantasized about that encounter over and over again thinking about his cock swelling in my ass rammed in balls deep. I could still imagine his cock firing spurt after spurt toxic cum up into my body. Every time I thought about it I stroked off. I slid my cock through my spit laden hand. I fantasized over and over again. Seeing his smooth young body. Feeling his nice hot smooth warm ass. And I started craving cock. I started craving poz cock. I gave up topping with rubbers and left my load indiscriminately in any ass that would take my cock. I loved sliding my hard cock into some stranger in the porno store. A month after I confirmed that I was still negative, I found myself back at the same park where the kid shot is toxic load up in me. I sat in my car for a few minutes stroking my cock looking at porn on my phone. I wanted it again. I wanted that boy’s cock again. I had already started checking out bug chasing on the web. Reading stories about guys who took HIV-positive loads into their asses willingly. But I never really considered it something I would do until that moment sitting in the car stroking my cock thinking again about that sweet smooth boy. As I sat there in the car stroking in the public parking lot, cars moving by me, people walking back-and-forth, I started muttering to myself. I started muttering about wanting cock. And then I said there’s something I had never said before. I said it out loud. “ I want poz cock. I want some guy to shoot his aids babies up my ass. I want HIV. I want aids.“ and then almost like a prayer I said “ God I want aids. Give me a aids up my ass.“ I put down my phone. Tucked my dripping cock back in the my pants. I got out of the car and walked back up into the woods. I just knew somebody would be in there. Somebody who wanted to fuck me. Somebody who wanted their cock sucked. And I was rightlm I didn’t get aids that afternoon. I didn’t get a poz cock.But I did suck off two old trolls with stubby dicks. Their cocks smelled slightly rank. The smell of old piss. They were uncut. But they were there. They had hard cocks and I sucked them both. I switched back-and-forth from one to the other. I suck them deep. I slobbered all over their balls. I begged him to come in my mouth.They called me a faggot and they called me a whore and they called me the bitch, but I loved every minute of it. I loved swallowing their bitter cum. They both shot a huge loads that dribbled down my chin. I couldn’t help myself I wanted cum. Any cum. As I was there on my knees, second guy coming into my mouth, the first one turned his cock toward my face and let go a stream of piss. They laughed at me. They both laughed. They both called me a worthless piece of shit faggot. I just mumbled,” Thank you sir.“ And sat on the ground as they walked away soaked in their Piss and tasting there cum. Licking up what had dribbled from my mouth. It was at that moment I knew I was a bug chaser. I started planning in my mind how I would start my next raw fuck. With somebody I knew had a high viral load. I was going to get myself knocked up

Have gotten to enact one rape fantasy that ended up being really hot. It was discussed heavily before and so he knew that I loved it rough - and am pretty big and crazy hard(and straight as an arrow) so if I mount you and plow into you hard, I'm gonna re-arrange your insides. That's just how it goes. He was really turned on by the idea of me taking him as hard and selfishly as I wanted. Knowing it would hurt at times. I figured he'd probably warm himself up on something ahead of time so it seemed pretty reasonable. The deal was - no safeword, but if he came in - he had plenty of opportunity to decide he wasn't ready - and he could walk away. But once my cock was in him - he was mine for as long as I wanted and however I wanted. And it would be 1:1 only. (oh god it would have been hot to hand him over to another hung top, but that was out of the picture - whatever I wanted - but just me) So the little scene unfolded - by and by I had him on the bed - face down, his underwear in his mouth, hands pinned to his back. He fought back some but clearly gave up without too much of a fight so that was consent as agreed. I had prelubed my cock pretty good ahead of time since I figured it would take from the fantasy to get the lube bottle and so spit a bit on his hole ... and put my head up against his pucker to slick it up and see how tight he was. Holy crap - he didn't pre-fuck himself at all - with a little push of my head in you could feel how tight he was. Oh man this is definitely gonna be a ride for him. One last time I pushed about 1/3 of my head in that outter ring and I heard him grunt pretty hard - making sure he knows what he's in for - one last time to make a wild thrash to escape. But no... So pulled out ... and lined up my cock with his hole perfectly. Moved one hand to the back of his head to push his head, still with his underwear in his mouth, firmly into the pillow while the other hand kept his wrists against his back. Then reared back a little and in one savage thrust - drove into him nearly full bore - plowing thru his two outer rings, one of which I lightly warmed up - and against his deep 3rd ring way back in there. I felt a little bad about his reaction but at the same time, have to admit that the absolute pain of tearing thru his outer rings - was making my cock throb something fierce. I think his hole was throbbing too in response to the sudden intrusion. I stopped - and outside the aforementioned throbbing, kept very still and let him adjust. You could see waves of intensity wash over him over that next minute - the intensity of the sudden intrusion wearing off shockingly quickly but clearly there was some residual pain or perhaps pleasure starting now. Of course every time I'd throb my cock without otherwise moving he'd make some really lovely hot noises which of course made me wanna throb more. As soon as I started to pull my steely hard cock back out of his hole from that first thrust ... he's writhing and making all kinds of noise - couldn't have been much enjoyment there I figure. I pull totally out of him and inspect his hole ... definitely much looser looking and one could say very tender now. Nice red color. I spit on his hole - and mount him again ... nearly balls deep like before - saving plundering that deep ring for a little later. He's doing better now - still not purely pleasurable but clearly there is a bit more of it now on this second thrust - only now I start up a good rhythm on his hole. Each thrust getting better and better for him - the intensity of pain now being replaced by a sheer intensity of pleasure I've not seen in a long time. It was so hot to see - and at the same time I so wanted to wreck his deep ring and plunge him back into the world of pain. But I resisted a bit - couldn't believe how much he was moaning in delight. Around this time I looked down at my cock and noticed a faint streak of blood on my cock from each thrust ... clearly I had definitely wrecked him good. Made me harder thinking about that! Kept fucking him for awhile ... slowly the pleasure toned down a bit as the endorphans wore off I suppose - and I kept up my pace on his hole. Now he was good and loose - and I was loving feeling his deep ring push back on my head at each thrust. Feeling that lovely fleshy bit grip my cock each time and push back against my rock hard cock pistoning inside. Soon I couldn't take it anymore - I had to finally take him balls deep and own him. I'm not sure he realized I was holding back this whole time. Until that moment when I finally stopped - and my head powered thru that deep ring as if it didn't present any resistance at all. But it clearly did since man did he jump out of his skin. This time, I didn't slow down... now each thrust was balls deep - and nearly all the way out - and each time he had to endure my head drilling into his inner sanctum - hard - closing back up - and then being drilled open once again. I don't really think he ever got to enjoy that much - but man my cock was LOVING that something fierce. The feeling was so intense - and hearing him struggle each time definitely pushed me over the top and I couldn't help it - I :HAD: to own him - after a couple minutes of that- the instinct to breed took over. Grabbed his hips and slammed him deep and exploded ... I know he felt each throb since he made a sexy grunting noise on each shot of jizz in his hole, my body fully drilled down on top of his - with my member deeply impaled in his hole - crazy rock hard - throbbing like mad and loading him up with my cum! As is my tradition - I stayed deep inside - grinding totally inside his deep ring as I rolled over on our sides and started stroking his totally hard cock. Not surprisingly he came in no time at all. At this point, I took his underwear out of his mouth - and gave him a proper kiss and the scene was over. After cleaning up a bit he admitted that was a good bit more than he was expecting - I was harder / rougher than he really thought I would actually be - and well ended up not quite being as hot as he was expecting - since the pain part was more intense than I think he was really prepared for. But knew he agreed to it and was willing to make it happen. And had to admit really loving the middle bit a lot - making it worthwhile all in all! I got a text a week later, thanking me for an amazing time and that he had jerked off countless times, thinking about me raping his ass.