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So been a while since I posted, had fun but nothing to write home about. But this happened to start my weekend off and really reminded me who I truely am. So this started Friday lunchtime I was working the till as the lunch rush cleared away and as it was quiet I pulled my phone out and started messaging round my mates and Grindr. Initially it looked like slim pickings and was getting myself ready to go home get warm and jerk myself with my dildo using me rough when this profile popped up, it was a basic profile with just couple of tops looking for bottom lad for fun, no age, no description and one pic of a hairy big chest. At first it was kinda bland chat, a pair of mates looking for a bottom to spit roast, promising they had poppers/condoms/lube and will look after me etc. I said I was working till late and they went silent so thought ‘Yeap couldn’t wait or got too real’ so kept messaging between customers. I was closing up when I got a couple of pings, pulling my phone out it was grindr so I opened it up and it was coupleoftops and read their messages, it was a hotel location, room number and time in two hours, I sent back what were they after and got back a fun and anything you are into. I was excited and went home quickly showering and cleaning out deep and two hours later I was outside the hotel as I sneaked in and took the lift to their floor and walked to the door, as I arrived I noticed the door was ajar so I let myself in to find an empty room and a note, ok if your up for it strip put the blindfold on and get ass up for us we will be there at 21:30 if your not here then you wimped out if you are here expect to be used. I was so turned on I striped and put the blindfold on and went on all fours ass up ready for anything. I heard the door go and the sounds of two guy enter and hum a little, “wow got an eager one at last” one said and I felt hands on me as they guided me round and I felt a cock at my lips so I opened up and let it in sucking on this cut cock feeling rough hands pull on my cock balls and nips. I was then flipped my legs pushed up and metal attached to my ankles holding me to the bed frame as others were added to my wrists, I then felt a ball gag forced between my lips and tightened behind my head and my cock was leaking to say the least, then my blindfold was taken off to show two older men probably in their late 40ies naked edging their cocks as they played rock paper scissors to work out who was fucking me first in the end it was cut guy who spat on his cock and fingered my hole a bit that’s when he said “yeah no lube and no condoms bet a little fag slut like you will love taking our dirty daddy cocks all night” I was a little scared and excited as he in one motion slammed his cock deep into my ass. I felt my hole stretch and fuck did it feel good, he wasn’t showing any mercy he pounded me into the bed hard and fast not letting up until he unloaded in me, his friend straight behind him taking my ass with his big uncut cock stretching me more as he fucked me hard. after he came he unhooked my ball gag and pushed his cock in its place “ go on you slut clean my cock get me hard again I need another go on your cunt”. It’s been a while since I last was with a Dom let alone two, and for hours they took turns on me till it was midnight and they needed a rest but they were not done no they went online and before long invited another to take over my use this guy was my age and heavy, not taking any time to pull his cock out and ram it into me “yeah take my fat cock bet you hate my fat body over you using you” he fucked me all while I was chained up and gagged and silently loving it. by the time I left that hotel it was 8am I had work in 30 minutes and I had from all three taken at least 10 loads that were still in my ass as I started my shift.

Yesterday I decided to go back to club Orlando got there about 4 rented the room and waited in 15 min this 25 year old stud comes in He tells me he is married but likes to ass fuck He also says he does not like rubbers he asks would I be fucked bareback by a married guy Sure He lubed his dick and wanted me on my stomach He went right in and bucked me hard for 10 min till he came. He stayed in and got hard again He dropped a second load in me He pulled out and said thanks Never saw him again

Part 1 Ben woke with a start, this was not his hotel room, then it all flooded back what he had done the previous night. Ben was 25, and on holiday by himself He had been sitting on his terrace when he first saw the tall blonde headed guy watching him, the guy walked past and smiled, but said nothing. later Ben had gone down to the pool , and saw the guy again, but Ben pretended not to notice. Later in the afternoon Ben walked down past the pool and down to the beach and walked along the sand, suddenly a voice said Hi and he felt a hand on his shoulder. when he turned it was the blonde guy he had seen eelier, thought I would never catch you alone he said, and I'm Brad, hi Ben said Ben, you're not from around here then no am across from the UK said Ben, Hot was Brads response and then he lent forward and kissed Ben. Ben did not fight the kiss but relished it and moved closer to Brads suntanned body, the kiss finished and Brad knew you were available. together they moved down the beach and slightly out f view as they kissed again and Brad's hand ran around Ben's crotch, mammy nice package as Ben's cock stiffened, come with me Ben followed Brad off the beach toward the hotel, finishing up by a beach facing apartment, this is Mine said Brad and led Ben in doors. Once inside Brad wasted no time in kissing Ben again and feeling his hole before pushing the swim shorts down so he could feel Ben's stiff cock before moving to his knees and starting to suck Ben, been started to moan with pleasure, Brad stopped and said swap places and been saw Brads Massive cock for the first time. He wrapped his lips around the head of Brads Cock and started to work down the shaft, he felt Brads hand on the back of his head slowly but surely pushing Ben down on his cock he almost gagged but stopped himself just in time. When he cam e off Brads cock, Brad was smiling , what about eating together tonight, and we go get you something sexier than those swim shorts, Ben was happy to go along with that, so having eaten Brad took him to a shop which had Thong style swim wear try these handing hen a pale blue thong I think they will suit you perfectly for tomorrow on the beach. Having bought the thong they made their way back to the hotel and Brads room, once the door we shut they started to kiss with shirts and shorts coming off quickly, Brad led the way to the bedroom and they began to make out Brad started to rim Ben's hole which made Ben moan and twitch. Brad moved back up Ben's body incising him and then whispering in his ear I so want to fuck you, but only fuck raw, is that a problem Ben's response was I have not been fucked raw in 5 years now, oh Fuck you don't know what you're missing said Brad and it means your nag too I bet, yes said been quietly followed by are you pod? yeah I am does that scare you, Ben did not respond, his mind we in turmoil. Tell you what let me fuck you and I will pull out whenever you tell me, yes, been thought about it and then nodded slowly and you will pull out when I say Yes promise said Brad. Brad did not waste any time and pushed the head of his cock against Ben's hole slowly Ben 's hole gave way and Brad's cock slid in, once all the way in he kissed been and said feel good, oh fuck yes monad Ben. brad started to slide back and forth slowly at first p=but picking up speed, been was in ecstasy and moaning, suddenly Brad stopped do do you want me to pull out? Ben was unsure what to do he was loving this fuck No carry on for a bit longer, Brad grinned knew you would like it, 10 minutes later he asked Ben again knowing he was almost ready to cum do I pull out? Ben did not say anything so Brad leant over and kissed him and said you have to tell me what to do fuck me said been. Brad gave 2 big thrusts and felt his pod cum explode into Bens Hole and then started to kiss Ben whose legs automatically wrapped themselves around Brads ass toy keep him in place. Brad's cock eventually softened and plopped out and the two embraced so I think you liked that fuck said Brad, Ben said nothing but kissed Brad and they fell asleep part 2 to follow

Most unusual timing was in my best friends basement on Christmas morning being barebacked by his dad while the family was upstairs. The Mrs kept opening the basement door and yelling down” the kids are ready to open their gifts”. All I could think was I was so ready to receive my gift deep in my sss. I was not disappointed.

There it was... posted between the mirrors in the public shower room at the all men's campground: "Help break in my new boy - Site 112 - All night breeding and seeding session - No condoms allowed - 22 year old colllege boy taking all loads with no complaints - Starts at 10 pm until sunrise - Saturday and Sunday night" That was what he did to me. That was how he became my daddy and my owner. My protector and my pimp. There was nothing left to do but now but go back to our campsite #112, with my head down, knowing it was going to happen again tonight. But let me take you back a bit to how it all started, just a few weeks ago. I was 22, and just out of college with my first job in NYC. I was so excited. I could really be 'gay' and experience all the fun things I had been a bit shy to do before and with not living at home and out of college, it could happen! I mean I was an adult with a studio in NJ and taking the path train each day to NYC was a blast. But just a month after graduating, and a week after starting my new job, I stopped after work at a little bar in the village. Now I'm just 22, about 5'8" and 150 pounds soaking wet. I'm a bit skinny but a great smile. and just an average cock. I experimented with blow jobs and hand jobs in college, but nothing more. And at this bar, it was geared more for leather men, and 'real' men. So I went in, ordered a beer and kinda hid in the corner. A man walked up a bit later - He told me his name was Ryan. He was about 40, 6'2 and about 190 pounds. Clearly went to the gym and was nicely fit. As we chatted, I told him my story. I was still a virgin but couldn't wait to now do more that I was living on my own. He told me he was only a top, did that bother me? I said no, of course not. He was kind. Kept ordering me beers. A while later I was a bit buzzed and he suggested we go grab a bite to eat. So we left and just got pizza - no big deal and a few more beers. We ended up at his apartment and of course you know how this goes... but it's not really the story. We got naked and he let me blow him. My god - it was a huge 'man's' cock. Must have been 8 or 9 inches long, and thick! I could barely get more than the head and a few inches down my throat. I got naked and he fingered me to ecstasy until I was begging him please fuck me... but he said no. He said I was buzzed and let's just go to bed and snuggle. So we did. Naked, snuggled into him, I feel asleep. Saturday morning we talked for hours. I showered, we did a late breakfast, and he showed me a bunch of his favorite places in the city. That evening, after going back to his apartment and feeling around again, but no full on sex, he told me I had to go home. "Why?" I asked, almost pleadingly. "Well, I think I like you and I don't want to rush things. Let's just keep talking and get together again soon".... All week we texted back and forth. He kept asking if I wanted to be his boy. That he would make me happy. What would I do for him to make him happy? I of course was texting back that I couldn't wait to see him again and that I would do anything to make him happy. He said he still wanted to go a bit slow as I was a virgin, and he really wanted me to beg him to take my virginity... that would make him happy. I was so niave. That upcoming weekend - he arranged for us to meet up again. When I arrived back at the little bar I had first met him, I was surprised to see another guy about my age there. Looking back he was a lot like me. About 22, same height and weight. but quiet. head bowed. Ryan said "Hey boy, meet my nephew Mike. Mike is visiting this weekend so I thought I would take him around." I tried to talk to Mike, but he didn't have much to say. Over the course of a few beers that Ryan kept buying, I noticed that every now and then a guy from the bar would walk up to us, talk a bit with Ryan and say something I couldn't hear, and then the guy and Mike would leave to a back room. Mike would come back about a half hour later each time. This went on through out the night. When I asked Ryan whatt was going on, he just smiled and said "Mike is getting to know some of my friends better..." and smiled at me. '"you'll get to know them too". When I asked if we were going back to his place, he said "can't this weekend with Mike here...but let's go to the bathroom". In the bathroom, I was buzzed and horny. Ryan grabbed my crotch as soon as we were in the bathroom, then pulled me close "you said you would do anything to make me happy right boy?" "Yes sir" I responded. and I meant it. Ryan then grabbed my neck, and pushed me down to his crotch, unzipped his fly and pulled out his big cock -" take it boy. Put it in your mouth and make me smile boy." So there I was, on the floor in a bar bathroom, sucking Ryan's cock, hoping to drain every bit of cum from it... and Ryan kept his hand on the back of my head making sure I was going to get my guts filled with his seed. It didn't take too long with him face fucking me, until I could hear him breathing deeper and faster, telling me "take it boy, take it all boy don't waste a drop" . And suddenly I felt his cock erupt in my mouth and down my throat. After I swallowed it all, he pulled me up and whispered - "Good boy... I do like a good boy..... I have to go now and take Mike to another event I promised him to, but do you want to go camping with me next weekend? Just us? Binghamton NY is a fun all gay campground and I would love to take you there and get to know you better". And as I looked up into his eyes, and could still taste his cum in my mouth, I said "of course, that would be fun!" ...

I'm often to be seen in one of my G-Star Raw t shirts (see my profile pic), which whilst a lot more subtle also has worked for me. One time I was on my way to a meet from an app and passed another guy on the street who stared at my t shirt looked up at me, then gave a dirty grin, we passed did the old school double take looking back and then both stopped and walked back towards each other. He asked me if I was up for a load and I said I would but was already on the way for another meet and didn't want to let that guy down. No problem he said, go and get his load then come to mine afterwards giving me his address. 90 minutes later with 2 loads in me, having had both guys I was on my way home very happy.

Was horny as usual and got a room at the Days Inn last night. Posted the hotel/room # and propped the door open. Ended up with 15 loads. One guy dropped 3 loads and another dropped 2 loads. Good night. That makes 504 loads this year.

Laying there, wrists and ankles cuffed, ball gag in my mouth, I couldn't decide if I was excited or confused. The scorpion tattoo told me that Ryan was Poz... and the head of his cock was slowly entering my tight hole. He looked at me and said "you said you would do anything boy" and I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded, unable to speak. With that, his full weight full onto me and his huge cock broke through my tight ass and plunged deep and hard. Through the ball gag I tried to scream! tears sprung to my eyes and he lay buried deep inside me... 'you'll get used to it boy... or you won't... I don't care" and with that he pulled almost out again and then dropped his weight again onto me and plunged his cock as far as it would go, balls to my ass cheeks. I only know I continued to struggle scream into the ball gag as he plunged back in and pulled back out so many times I lost count. His eyes that were so kind and loving were full of evil. and it went on and on. With my wrists and ankles shackled together, I could only try to roll and moan which only seemed to get him harder. 9 inches of big thick cock plunging hard and deep into my hole, stretching me out, making me almost pass out. AFter what seemed like hours - Ryan started to gather speed and pound even harder if that is possible, until finally, he wrapped both hands around my throat and started to choke me as he yelled out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, take it boy, take it boy" and I almost felt like I could feel his cock explode inside me, coating my guts with his seed. tears rolling out of the corners of my eyes. He finally pulled out and took the ball gag off. "Well boy, you said you would do anything...right" But that tattoo, that tattoo was the first thing I said... it means.... it means... Yes he said. It means I'm poz and so will you. You said you wanted to be my boy and you would do anything for me. I gasped, tears still in my eyes, and my wrists and ankles still shackled together... but I didn't know.... Ryan looked at me - you didn't know? You are a college educated grown ass man. You know exactly what you want, what you are doing and now you are about to know what it means to be owned. I looked at him. What? I don't understand? You will boy. And with that he put the ball gag back in my mouth, then wrapped a bandana around that to muffle any sound that might come out. And since he was so much bigger, it was easy for him to lift me up and take me out of the tent and into the smaller one that he had set up next to ours. It was just a two man tent and I noticed there were just a few blankets on the floor of the tent. He laid me on it, on my back, ankles and wrists still shackled. Leaving me laying there with his cum dripping out of my bloody hole. He had made a time out of really pounding and breeding me open. Ryan leaned in towards my ear and whispered... "Now boy, I like to fuck and breed, but I really get off on hearing you moan and grown when others are abusing the fuck out of your hole and there is nothing you can do... but don't worry, I'll save you in the morning". And with that he left me there. I could hear him out by the fire, open up a new beer and through some logs on the fire. It didn't take long before our neighbors stopped by . Ryan said "hello guys, what's up?" Their response - "Damn, we heard you going to town on your boy - that was so hot!" Ryan then said "you think so? he's a tight assed 22 year old and really needs some experience getting broken in... it's his fantasy and I promised him I would help. Why don't the two of you go into his tent and help him make his fantasy come true?" "Dont be afraid to be rough - he told me the rougher the better". Damn, you serious they said - and with that I heard the tent screen push away.

Coins, by definition, always have two sides, as apparently, does the re-emergence of this thread. Of course you're entirely correct, backdoorjimmy - there are at least two sides of this particular coin. There simply are no universal (within the confines of - oh - say, barebackers - or any other group of folks) traits that are carried by every person in that group. Yes, there are Tops who think this or that, and regulate their sexual behavior accordingly. There are bottoms who do the same. We're not all cut from the same cloth - thank Whatever. We're diverse, we have differing life experiences, and we're one part of a magnificent subset of humanity. We develop all kinds of lovely depravities as our lives unfold, and expecting some magical Prince to meet every single one of them is unrealistic. It can, and does happen, but not to all that many. So what to do? I think we offer as much of ourselves as we're comfortable with to every guy we fuck. If there's some chance of more, we offer more the next time we fuck. At some point, the limit of the extra-sexual mating will either be reached, and each guy accepts the limits of the experience and moves on, or offers the whole enchilada, and maybe they move on together. The point is, we never know what kind of guy the rest of him will turn out to be after a hot fuck in some backroom or fuckjoint. Or, off the fuck apps. Sometimes the sex is so-so, sometimes the sex is great, and the rest isn't. Sometimes the sex is only the beginning of something even more. No guy will ever know what the possibilities are, unless he's active in "the life". We take what's offered, and make the best of it. If we don't participate in the maelstrom of Breeding men, then how can we legitimately complain that we don't get this or that? I'm with Sharp-Edge, above. If there's more than just fucking available, great. I had that once, and I wouldn't mind something similar again. If the "something more" isn't in the cards, great - I'll fuck the guy anyway, and each guy appreciates what is, without pining for what wasn't available in the first place. We just need to accept each other for who and what they are.

in grade 9 I was using this cute little slut in my neighbourhood for regular blowjobs and fucks and her cute brother walked in while she was sucking my cock or I was fucking her a number of times, to the point where we wouldn’t even stop and I even blew my load in her fuckhole, down her throat and all over her face while he stood there watching. He was curious and asked to watch. l was straight but a piggy so I was totally into it. Next thing I know she was teaching him how to suck my cock and after a month I busted his cherry and started fucking her and him together regularly. After awhile I actually got her sucking his cock and getting this faggot to fuck his sister and cum inside her. She was my first female that I fucked in the ass and the first one I DPed and eventually she was the first girl I gangbanged with a bunch of other guys. But after using these little cumdumps for awhile, I got way more into fucking the brother. I used him so much and so hard. He’s the first boy I whored out to other guys (including men online), the first I pissed on, first I pissed in and the first guy I fistfucked AND the first guy I strangled with my hands or wrapped my belt around their throat while fucking it from behind.

So throughout the week we texted. He kept building up my hope and trust. Telling me how much fun we would have, teasing me with not being able to wait to take my virginity. He wanted it to be right and memorable and wanted to know if I would really commit myself to him. Of course, being just 22 and never been in a real gay relationship, and of course he was older and sexy and hung... I so wanted him to be my first. And I kept falling for him. So on Friday, I left work early and met him at his apt. He had an SUV already loaded and after a quick kiss - told me to jump in. And we were off. A few hours later, we landing at the camp ground in Binghamton. We found our site - #112. And proceeded to set up our big tent. When we were done, Ryan also then pulled out a smaller two man tent and set that up. I asked why? and he replied - We need a tent to store our stuff and not crowd the big tent. I felt a little silly. I hadn't really been camping before. We then build a fire and had a few beers. It was getting dark and I was horny. Ryan kept stroking my crotch and kissing me, hard. I kissed back harder. He kept whispering "I want you tonight.. and you promised me anthing, right?" Anything daddy, anything. I said back. We went into the tent and Ryan had me strip, then he proceeded to pull out a leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. I kinda giggled. Ryan smiled - I like this he said... it makes me feel in control. So I let him cuff and collar me, anticipating and exciting night. Ryan also stripped down to nothing and stood there in the tent, his huge, thick 9 inch cock throbbing. A fell to my knees, slobbering on his cock, swallowing it, gasping as he began to face fuck me. After a while, he pulled me off his cock and flipped me on my back. He dove down and started to eat my hole. My legs in the air, my hole quivering as his tongue darted back and forth. his teeth pulling and nibbling into my ass. Every now and then he would pull back and slap my ass. hard. it stung, but felt so good. Ryan reached around and somewhere a bottle of lube was in his hand. He lubed me up and inserted a finger into my hole. I gasped with excitement and anticipation. He prodded in and out, and then a second finger went in. Soon, he slipped up between my legs and I stared into his eyes. His weight on me. His hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. He cuffed my right wrist to my right ankle. then the left wrist to the left ankle. I was in a position of not being able to stop him. He looked at me... Anything boy? Anything I want you will let me do boy? yes Sir I moaned. That was when I noticed on his hip the little scorpion tattoo. I had not noticed it before. but it was too late. I knew what it meant. I had read about it. I had heard stories. I knew he was Poz. It was too late, he reached behind me and slipped a leather knot around my head that had a ball gag on it and into my mouth, his cock head was already slowly pushing into my hole. Little did I know, his slowly pushing was about to end and a long brutal assault was just about to start....and it was only the begining of the weekend....little did I know that after this three day weekend, I too would be like the boy Mike. Broken, head bowed, and willing to do anything he said.

It was trauma on steroids. Before hiv, fucking every guy you met was the norm. No one used condoms. Then, guys started dying a slow, terrible death, and no one knew more than it was because we were fucking each other. It got to the point guys wouldn't shake hands anymore - just say hi, with that 'deer-in-the-headlights' look, and move on. In shortest of orders, the world went from being our playground to being our cemetery. There was a gay weekly that began publishing "celebrations of life" notices, page after page of them, and went out of business because no one wanted to pick it up anymore, let alone page through it to see who'd passed the previous week. We were going to those "celebration" services constantly; week after week, month after month, for several years. No guy that lived through those years went unscarred. Now, decades later, with the medical arts advancing as they have, those scars have healed over, but they're still there - just under the outer layer of skin. Men that didn't live through it can empathize, but it's difficult to imagine how they could understand how truly desperate, fearful, awful, horrifying, soul-injuring, nightmarish and destructive those years actually were. Now, of course, there are medical advances that have allowed those years to fade into the blackness of a plague survived. Thus, many of us who lived through it have a very, very difficult time accepting the mindset of younger guys that refuse to take every possible precaution against illness, particularly this hellish hiv. Still, it's not for anyone to judge anyone else, but no one could fault us for remembering either. Thanks for your post.

Back in university, a friend and I made a T-shirt for a woman friend of ours who frequently commented on the difficulties of getting laid. We made a hand stencil and painted it on ourselves with fabric paints: What part of YES don't you understand?

Yes! Many of us have been at this point - “ Bare is so much better”! It will be fun to watch another man cycle through. First NO bareback ,to WANT bareback , to NEED bareback. I look forward to more of this HOT story.

I thought none of us liked pulling out. 😅

A staircase in Brooklyn. I got fucked there. Once on a hiking trail and once at a state park both on Long Island by my ex. My former housemates guest room. They caught us and I had to move. In the guest room in the basement of the new place I moved into. By my then new housemate who filmed us

Walk-in refrigerator at the restaurant i worked in. My friend bent me over the cabbage, ate my hole and then pounded me for a while. My nipples got so hard and i came all over the floor as he blew his load in me.

I've done it in many interesting places in my life. A couple favorites have been... On a Seattle ferry in the evening. The top had a trench coat on and wrapped it around me. To the people on the boat, we looked like a couple cuddling. But in reality my pants were down and his cock was up my hole. He couldn't thrust his hips as he didn't want to attract attention, so he forced me to milk his cock just using my hole. He told me if I didn't make him cum before the ferry docked, I would be punished for it. (I did make him cum, but was still punished for being such a nasty slut. 😁) A New York rooftop party. It was during the day. I was bent over the brick edge and fucked. It was a five story building and I could see all the traffick and people on the sidewalk below me. A few people looked up, probably hearing my grunts and moans, but being NY, nobody paid it much attention. 3 guys fucked me like that. On a train in Europe. Maybe not terribly unusual, but I was 20 and still closeted and traveling with a group. There were a couple of guys, Russian I think, who were obviously cruising me. (Horniness is a universal language) I followed them to their cabin and we got busy. I could hear my fellow group members outside in the hallway as I was taking anonymous dick in my pussy, literally inches from them. So many more.

Falling for a Cum Vessel, part 3 One Year Later January 5, 2021, Tuesday, a horny morning. Three nights before I fucked a sexy muscle Venezuelan at a park; he came in seconds but I was blue balled. Today, I must fuck this load out. An ad on Doublelist: pic of an athletic dude in a jockstrap lying on his stomach. I’ve seen it before; it’s him, the hookup from a year ago, the one I hadn’t cum in after 40 minutes. The post is direct: “Visiting jock bottom, 35 5’11” 170, bi, muscular, white bubble butt jock ass looking for hung top. Anon can host." Same pic he sent a year before, and a KiK username. I message with a cock pic and hear back quick. Says he just just checked into his hotel. I shower and drive across town to the Best Western. Fucker makes me wait five minutes, and I wonder if he’s scheduled tops like the cumdump I fucked a week before. Finally, “Room 226, door will be open and ass up on edge of bed.” Walking in I’m hit with the smell of shower, sweat, and poppers. The room is dark, I close the door behind me, the inside handle feels lube-smooth. Sure enough he’s ass up on the edge of the bed, a shred of light coming from the curtains. He’s a fucking statue. I once stood behind The David looking up, unforgettable; now I gaze down at what The David looks like groveling. I drop to a knee and admire. This dude from a year ago, this sculpture of everything I’ve ever liked in a man’s body—he is mine once again. I rub my hands around his cheeks, lightly furry just like I remember. I wait to touch the hole, mainly to get him going but also because I’m not ready to verify if I’m the first top. A year ago at first touch I felt sweat, but maybe it was lube. Maybe a year ago I wasn’t the first top. Maybe a year ago I hadn’t fucked enough loaded holes to know the difference. I’m reminded of the cumdump a week before who warned me not to believe anything a cumdump tells you. He hits his poppers hard and I sniff around the edge of the hole. Smells of water and man musk, light soap. I rub my nose. It’s soft. I kiss, it’s softer than a rose petal. Finally my index finger: the hairs around the hole are a little too smooth and silky, like the door handle a minute ago. Should I ask if he’s been fucked already? I probe just the tip of my finger, he’s so tight! In a low voice I tell him, “Nice.” He responds a faint, “You like that?” “Best ass all year,” I say without thinking, and he chuckles. He even laughs at my dumb jokes, so I decide to verify nonverbally if he’s loaded. Hole is supple, taught, responds to my every lick and kiss the same it did a year ago. Spreading apart the hole, nibbling the cheeks beyond that. Slap and start to push the tongue in deep, tastes like umami and….but he’s keeping tight. He’s shutting me out. Does he not want me to tongue fuck? I take my cue and stand. There’s a small bottle of lube next to him, it’s also silky smooth, almost slimy like it was recently used mid-sex. I put a few drops on my rock hard head and rest it on the hole. I thump blood through my cock with force, his hole begins to wrap around the way I remember condoms doing. He’s pushing back and asks, “You want this?” A few more drops of lube and I go in slow. He hits poppers hard and holding his breath let’s out a deep, guttural, “Yeah. That’s it.” I take hold of his hips and he follows my pace right away, just like a year ago. In the past year I wished so damn much I’d taken a pic of his ass wrapped around my cock. “Will you take a pic with my phone?” he asks. I’m almost shocked. Did he just read my mind with his hole? Lights up, and Goddam! my cock is soaked. It’s as wet as the cumdump a week before, when I was the first and sixth load of the night. I start recording video instead. First some long strokes, balls deep, then full pull-outs to catch the shimmer down my shaft. He’s angling himself now to make the strokes rub his prostate, just like a year ago. Such skill on his knees, I’m enjoying this loaded hole better than the cumdump a week ago. He’s tightening in ways I’d only felt with a couple holes before. He’s got that deeper hole within, and none of the others could control it this way. It somehow squeezes and relaxes in unison with my strokes, not a beat lost. I can feel my balls tightening. He slides back more and the camera light catches the mirror next to the bed. This is what he meant by, “take my pic.” I bet he’s booked rooms in this hotel just for the mirror, and it’s not the first time he asks to get photographed. He’s a force of sex and semen, and he must have it documented well. I move the camera toward the mirror to record us both, it’s just close enough to display my cock disappearing through his cheeks. “Fuck that’s hot,” he half whispers, and he pushes back even more, his cheeks bouncing in the light. One leg is now standing, he did that so smoothly and didn’t lose the angle of the fuck. The other leg he pulls toward the mirror, an even better angle to view my cock sliding in and out of the hole. He’s such a fucking pro at this. Such a superior slut to the cumdump a week ago, and so much tighter. So much more control, the hole within a hole, deeper, tighter, rarer than a comet. He deserves a spank for being a such a star, beckoning to be touched. Spank. And another spank for not telling me he was already loaded. And another for giving me the runaround the past year when I’d see him on Grindr. And a last spank, this one so he knows that it’s mine. Camera off. I want him on his back now, and here I throw him off his rhythm. A second later he does as he’s told, knees immediately to chest. From behind another hit of poppers he watches me enter him. I wonder if he prefers not to see my face; the cumdump from a week before refused to get fucked on his back, said it needed to stay anon. I get to pounding. He still kisses as passionately and as intensely as I remember. He still gets even tighter on his back, and knows how to angle his hips to open up deeper. My cock head is now beyond that second hole, does it feel what I feel? I’m enveloped in it and in him. What little light we have helps make out the brown of his eyes, locked with mine as we cum seconds apart. He grins satisfied, almost proudly, and here his kisses turn curt and peckish. Time to go. He watches me get dressed from the dark of the bed, his silly baseball cap now by his side. Does he remember me, is that why he hesitated to get on his back? If he does, is he wondering if I came? He seemed bothered a year ago that I hadn’t. “Send me that vid on kik soon.” He says he will and thanks me. “You’re welcome. Message me if you visit town again.” Back in the bright hallway, satisfied that I came, I remember that a year ago he said that he worked and lived in town. Was he lying back then or was he lying now about visiting? How many loads did I just churn? Is there a guy about to walk in after me, and was he made to wait outside five minutes, too? Should I wait in my truck and watch the tops go in and out like I did with the cumdump a week ago? No, that’s stupid, and I’m better than that. I turn the ignition, drive off, and turn on the radio. I hear a foreign economist explaining new interest rates, “People must now ask themselves how deep do they want to dig into a hole?’” I chuckle, appreciate the unintended innuendo, and realize that I started digging in a year ago. No going back.

PART ONE Jamie wasn’t in the habit of responding to Craigslist ads (way back when CL personals we’re still a thing) posted by guys offering to be “generous” but he was unexpectedly in need of funds. His graduate stipend seemed sufficient by most people’s standards, but living in Los Angeles was expensive and now he had to pay a large deductible to his car insurance company after getting side swiped on Mullholland. So the posting from two guys in town from Iowa for a convention was too good to pass up. He knew from experience that these married guys were easy dates; they were so starved for some man-on-man action that after some dirty talk about their daughters’ boyfriends the actual sex was over soon and they’d hustle him out the door, paying the $600 for the four hours even though they’d only been together for ninety minutes or so. At 23 years old, 5’10, 150# and mostly hairless, Jamie was lean and boyish, with an adequate set up in the front more than made up for by a high riding rear with surprisingly ample projection. In other words, he had a great ass! A recruited athlete in college, his physique had slackened some but he could still turn heads. Probably a 9 at home, he was only a 6 or 7 in LA but that was more than enough to get plenty of play and to turn a trick here and there when money got tight or he wanted to treat himself to a splurge. It helped, in that regard, that he had few limits and was usually more than willing to indulge the more unusual requests. But this sounded like a pretty vanilla scene. Both guys in their forties, married with kids his age, friends since they were in the same pledge class in college. They messed around with guys (fag boys the guy he emailed with called them) together back then and wanted to relive that experience. When the day came, Jamie got cleaned up and out and drove to a rundown motel near the marina. He had been there a few times and was surprised that it seemed mostly deserted. The small and shabby but mostly clean rooms were usually occupied by street walkers running a trap house, day laborers sleeping in shifts and homeless people who had earned enough panhandling to get a roof over their head for a night or two. That the place was nearly empty suggested that there had been a raid recently. Annoyingly, the only other apparently occupied room was the one right next to the end unit Curt and Todd had rented. Jamie walked in to a room that was brighter than expected. The guys had taken the shades off the lamps to get more light for the camcorder they had set up to record this indulgence of theirs. Introductions were made along with the usual small talk. Both guys were decent looking, with dad bods as expected but dad bods that had thickened from better than average starting points. Curt (his attitude as well as his name) was 6’1, probably 210ish, with blond hair turning to gray and the strong legs of the former soccer player he had told me he had been. Todd was built the way Jamie would look in twenty-five years, 5’10 and 180#, indifferent but not fat, with his brown hair cropped tight to hide a thinning pate. He was soft spoken and polite, inquiring about Jamie’s studies and life in LA. Curt, clearly in charge of the night’s festivities, handed Jamie an open beer bottle and a shot of rye. “Bottoms up buddy!” he said, pouring a second shot for the boy as soon as he has drained and chased the first, followed by a third. Then he sparked up a joint and passed it to Jamie, instructing him to take long, deep drags. The booze and the pot had the boy feeling good and he was gladdened that the night looked like it would be more fun than he had anticipated. Curt and Todd began stripping off and told Jamie to do the same. When he was naked except for the jockstrap he was told earlier to wear, Curt barked at him to leave it on. “We don’t want to see your dick, that’s not what we bought you for.” Todd sat down on the sofa with another joint while Curt fiddled with the camera saying to the boy “C’mon cocksucker, let’s see what you’ve got!” Jamie got down in his knees in front of Todd and started servicing him, licking and nibbling and sucking him to attention. Soon enough he was fully hard and the boy got to work in earnest. Curt pulled him away and presented his own stiff cock, pushing it firmly and steadily down Jamie’s throat. He began to gag but Curt kept his dick lodged in there before finally backing off, still leaving most of it in Jamie’s mouth. “Look up at me boy” he ordered, and Jamie looked up to see that he had started recording. He pulled out and told him to beg for it. “Please”, the boy said, “please give me your dick.” ”What are you?” Curt sneered. ”I’m a cocksucker” Jamie replied, and Curt rammed it down his throat again. He roughly facefucked the boy getting the whole thing on video. This was much more hardcore than Jamie liked and he was surprised that it was really turning him on, his cock hard and leaking in his jock. As Curt was abusing him, Todd dropped his nice guy persona, egging his friend on, calling Jamie a dirty slut, a cheap hooker, a perverted faggot, etc. Through the verbal abuse and sound of his own gagging, the boy thought he heard the sound of a door opening. He darted his eyes to the side to see that the front door was still shut with the chain on. Glancing the other way, he could see directly into the empty bathroom. Then he heard a third voice saying “So, how’s the whore? Everything you wanted it to be?” Startled, Jamie pushed Curt away and leapt to his feet, backing away towards the door. He was very light-headed and stumbled, attributing it to the pot and the oxygen deprivation from the throat reaming. Looking across the space, he could see two new, naked guys in the room and a third, also nude, through the open door to the adjoining, smoky room. “Hey guys” he said, smiling amiably and thinking fast, “this isn’t what we agreed on. I’m cool with a group scene, but we have to renegotiate terms and set some ground rules.” Curt closed the gap between them with a reasonable, “let’s be friends” look on his face, his cock still rock hard and glistening with throat slime. To Jamie’s shock, he gave the boy a swift punch to the stomach and the boy fell to the ground doubled over with the wind knocked out of him. Curt pulled him up by the hair as he gasped for breath. “Listen, there are five of us and one of you. Do you really think you can stop us from doing what we want? If you go along with it you’ll probably have fun. Bitches like you love the cock. Or you can fight back and still get dicked down. Your choice.” Jamie looked around and quickly assessed his predicament. Curt was right, he couldn’t take down five guys, especially as the spacey feeling in his head was getting worse. There must have been something in that beer or the joint, probably both. And the five of them were each hot to him in a daddy sort of way. But the decision was ultimately made by his own dick which was harder than it had ever been and was dripping so much precum that the pouch of the jock was sopping wet. ”So?” said Curt, “Are you going to be a good little fag boy?” Jamie nodded and replied “I’ll be a good little cocksucker”, licking his lips. Curt slapped him hard across the face and said “You’re going to do a lot more than that” and dragged him over to one of the new guys. The new guy, bigger and meaner looking than Curt and Todd, spat in Jamie’s face and said “Get to work slut.”

It was the evening of December 21st and very snowy. I was 24 and horny. I thought I'd celebrate the Winter Solstice with some Pagan fucking. I found a hot profile of a safe sex 50ish daddy type that was horny too. We chatted for a brief time about the details of our soon to be sexual encounter. Before long, I was on the train north. I would be there in 20 minutes. I got off at Granville and walked the few blocks to his building on Glenlake. It was next to the EL tracks. I buzzed the door and was let up. I was greeted at the apartment door by my safe sex daddy. He looked exactly like his profile pics. He waved me into the apartment. The only illumination was the red glow from the tree across the room. It was a warm incandescent glow and not the cold light of LEDs. We moved to the kitchen counter where there was a joint and two whisky shots. He picked up the joint lit it. He took a big drag. He held it as he closed the distance between us. He moved towards my mouth for a shotgun. I quickly exhaled in preparation. He put his lips lightly against mine and proceeded to exhale. I held his smoke and held it for as long as i could as he began to kiss me. It was nice. He backed away and handed me the whisky shot. I was reluctant but I acquiesced. It burned going down as whisky often does. He wasn't much of a talker. We went back to shotgunning back and forth until the last of the joint was just a tiny roach. It was excellent pot. I was fucking stoned out of my mind. We started to undress right there in the living room. I stripped down to my jock. He motioned to the floor in front of a big floor to ceiling window that looked out to the red line trains moving north and south. Seems like he might enjoy an audience. It sounded hot to me, I love having an audience I was really getting hit hard by the pot and whiskey. So much so that I was a little dizzy. That was out the ordinary for me for smoking and one drink. I had a brief thought that there might have been more in the whiskey than I realized when he pushed me down on my shoulders. The thought was gone once his dick was in my face. It was a handsome dick. It smelled musky good. He probably took a shower that morning but nothing since. Such a great smell. I took his semi into my mouth, and he grew to a fairly thick seven and a half inches or so. As I was sucking, his finger closed my nostril and poppers appeared at my nose. I automatically inhaled deeply one side and repeated that action on the other. I was now flying. I took his cock to the root. Poppers make me want to have a dick all the way down my throat. So I made that happen. I massaged his dick with my throat muscles to my best ability. Any time I needed air, I forced his dick deeper. It tasted so good. Finally, I had to breathe. I released his dick and tasted oxygen again. He squatted and pushed me onto my butt. The poppers reappeared. One side and then the other. I reclined to my elbows while riding the hit. His unlubed fingers were up inside my butthole. He was a bit forceful, but it paired nicely with the poppers and the high. I was really beginning to have trouble knowing where I was and what happening at this point. He was now talking about how good I must be feeling, and I was. I just felt like one sexual nerve ending that was on fire. More poppers and my legs were lifted to his shoulders. I felt his cock at my hole and then he pushed forward with no warning. It was fast and steady to the hilt. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. Between the pot, the popper hits, the oxygen deprivation from the long deep throating and whatever else was probably in my shot I was losing momentary grip on my reality and faculties. What I did know, was that it hurt so good. He held his dick at the deepest in before he began to saw in and out. Then he began talking. "Your hole feels so good. So warm and tight." He kept long dicking me. "Your hole is sliding along the skin of my bare cock. I'd bet you like that don't you. That's what you really want." Somewhere in the recesses of my mind there was the words 'condom' and 'safe sex', but he was right. It felt fantastic. I tried to talk back but I couldn't form any coherent words. He chuckled and kept fucking. The poppers hit my nose. I finally thought I saw him use the poppers for himself. He asked "Where do you I want it?" I still couldn't form words to speak. He was supposed to cum inside a condom, not me. I couldn't get words out. He then said "I am going to breed you." His pace increase furiously and he shot his load deep inside me. He eventually pulled out. I looked at him. His cock was cummy. I wanted to be pissed, but I couldn't will the anger forth because of my state. He looked up to my right and I was able to follow his gaze. I then registered that there was another man standing right next to us. I had no idea how long he had been there. I thought we were alone. There had been no mention of a third person. He was very thin and haggard looking, but with what seemed to be a very large dick. Before I could take in any more of him, the poppers were back at my nose. That's what I needed at that moment. Daddy crawled up and over my body, and proceeded to push his cummy cock into my mouth. My legs were lifted up at the same time. Swiftly, the very large cock of the new haggard man entered me. I screamed but daddy's dick was as far down my throat and I only made a muted humming noise. I was being reamed a both ends. I was seeing stars. I was close to passing out, maybe I already had a time or two. Daddy finally pulled out. I tasted throat mucus, cum and pennies. I was now staring into the eyes of the new haggard man. He was plowing me roughly. I could feel how big his dick was. I was loving it. The feeling was bliss. He talked but I was in no way able to comprehend has words. They were jumbled up with the poppers, seeing stars and the ecstasy coming from my ass. I had no idea how long this was going on. It seemed like forever though. Haggard man was increasing his fuck speed and his mouth was moving. I think he was talking to me, but I didn't understand. There was more poppers for me and for haggard too. Within seconds, his face began to contort as he slammed deep into me. Again and again and again. Rope after rope after rope of his cum shot as deep as anything has ever shot inside me. The moment was magnificent sexual explosion. He fell down on me seemingly satisfied. He lay on my chest all hot and dripping sweat. He moved his mouth to mine and raped my mouth with his own. He finally stopped and lifted himself up. My eyes followed his gaunt sweaty red face and then he crawled up over my body just like daddy had done. I got another poppering just before haggard's dick entered my mouth. He reached further down than daddy could. As he was, I was rapidly running out of air. Even with my eyes open, I was seeing stars again. I was also seeing a large biohazard symbol right in front of my eyes. I didn't think about it. It was just there. Haggard pulls out slowly. The taste of throat mucus, cum and pennies return. He leans down to my face and says "You're Welcome." I don't remember dressing. I do vaguely remember going down stairs, cold and snow, the roar of trains overhead and a door slamming behind me. I do not know how I got home, but I did. The next morning I awoke on my couch in all my clothes. My butthole was sore but felt good. I stood and pulled down my pants and jock. It was a pink cummy mess.

Was in town for a few days and had some fun. Tuesday i spend the day taking loads in my Michigan Ave. First up was this sexy 9.5 THICK black man. He was one of the best kissers every. We kissed and licked and then he rimmed my ass and then lubed me up and slid in. Thank god for poppers, felt like he was splitting me open. He fucked for a good 20 Min till he dumped a huge load in me. He kissed me and kept going. Another 20 min later he was pumping a second load in me. My hole was so sloppy and cummy. We laid there and made out while he fingered me and ate my pit till i jerked my load for him to swallow. Took an hour break and then next up was a married cub. We kissed a bit and then he pumped a load into me. He left and I got back on sniffies. There was a sexy Indian guy working across the street that wanted Ass up. I love that. Propped the door open and got in place. He walked in, I sucked him and then he fucked me for a few min and shot his load inside. He left and his HOT (and I mean HOT) muscle guy who was working at a retailer close by hit me up. I figured he was a fake. When he walked in I was shocked how hot he was. He got naked, had amazing arm, 6 pack and 8 thick. I sucked him a bit, rubbed him body and then he pushed me to the bed. He climbed on top of me and pushed in my hole. He pounded me hard, chocked me a bit (which was hot). Her fucked for about 15 min till blew his load inside me. He left and I looked around more. Up next was a repeat from Monday, sexy bI guy who bred me anonymous. Last up Was a cute Persian kid that said he didn’t want to fuck only oral. But we know how that goes. I was blowing him and he was fingering my cummy hole, he rolled over and shoved his 7 thick uncut cock in me. Felt amazing. He only lasted about 5 min but felt like A huge load. God how i love Chicago.

Given my reply of a little while ago, I would always always advise any guy to take advantage of all the medical preventative steps. To me, it only makes basic, common sense. These preventative steps can enable us to live longer, healthier lives, and therefore fuck far more men than if we were sick or dead. I would never, never advise a guy to ignore the miracles that medicine has achieved. To me, it's completely nuts to court hiv and refuse the preventative steps. Maybe younger guys don't understand, and that's ok. Life is good. Illness or worse, not so much.

I enjoy wearing t-shirts from the rather sordid bars I've been to through the years. Some are long gone now, which adds to the cachet (in my opinion). A while ago, a guy in the Publix (grocery store) was wearing an IML shirt (recent), and I was wearing one from 25 years ago. We both smiled and had a brief chat. It was fun - and only other guys that knew what IML is had so much as a clue.

I agree. Don't shit where you live or work. It rarely ends well.

i like subtle

My ex bf that gave me HIV was diagnosed in 1985. He would tell me stories of how everyone he knew was dying and his survivor guilt. When I was diagnosed in 2000 treatment was not great but at least we had something. I can’t imagine how terrifying it must have been to have hiv and there was no medication that you could take. Men were just waiting around to die.

I arrived at the guy's place at 1046am this morning. I left his place at 1100am having been pounded raw and receiving a poz load. He got pozzed in October. I'm craving his load again.

I was on swim team In my junior year of high school one of my mates came over after school we were just watching tv when he out his hand on my crotch He then leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It was so hot we French kissed for about a half an hour. he then undid my pants and proceeded to suck my cock. I undid his pants and sucked his dick We gradually took all our clothes off and we were kissing and sucking naked . He then turned me on my side and shoved his dick in my ass It hurt and then felt good . He fucked me for about 5 min and then moaned as he came It felt real good, from that time forward I knew I wanted cum in my ass We fucked three or four times a week until graduation I also found other guys who wanted to fuck i don’t as hooked and never looked back

Calling a faggots hole a pussy or a cunt reminds it what its function is, and of its place as a fuckhole, rather than a man.

Trucker at rest stop. He saw me checkin' out the truckers as I walked by them all to see if any dudes were lookin for some ass. Grabbed my junk a few times to get anyone's attention, and finally one trucker seemed to take notice. I pretended to drop something, bent over in front of his truck, trying to let him know my ass was horny for more cock. Aw yeah, I was still dripping from the 2 loads I took just before, had a huge wet stain on the outside of my pants right on my ass, totally noticeable. The trucker got out and started walking towards the service area, rubbing his package as he went by. I got turned on when I saw his bulge, and that he looked rugged, masculine, like a real man in heat needing to breed. Looked to be in his early-mid 30's, white, facial hair, no shirt, black leather vest, opened, big arms, tattoos, worn jeans w/ precum on his bulge which got my ass horny as fuck! And I followed the sounds of his boots as he quickly walked to the station. Went in bathroom, some young jock was takin a piss. The trucker stood right next to him and whipped out his fat fock and started pissing in the urinal next to him. I wasn't sure where this was going, but now my heart was started to beat pretty hard. There were only 2 urinals, so I pretended to be washing my hands at the sink but was watching the 2 of them the whole time. The trucker kept lookin at the punk w/ no reservations about it. I was impressed but a little uncomfortable until the kid looked over at him, I think he even looked down at his cock! The trucker finished b4 the punk, and while he stood there shakin' it off, I went into a stall. He wasted no time. My knees were on the floor instantly and he was ramming his hammercock down my throat. He was forceful, but I expected him to be. He pushed me off his dick, zipped up, walked out of the stall and signaled me to leave by pointing w/ his thumb, which I knew meant, "C'mon, bitch, this way." The young jock kid was at the sink watching us. I followed him back to his truck. Hopped up in his cab, and from there he took over. He didn't even want me to suck him off anymore. He just instantly grabbed me, spun me around, ripped my jeans down exposing my ass, and told me to give him my ass. Which I did. He called me a few more names while drillin his thick bare dick up my hole. "You like that, huh pig? It was hot as fuck. Then he really started fucking the hell out of my ass, push my face down in the seat, and told me he was about to feed me his load, "I'm not pulling out. Gonna dump my fucking load up your ass, slut." That got me moaning pretty loud. He slapped me around a bit pushing my head harder into the seat and began to moan as he slammed his whole body into my rear, thrusting his big dick further up my hole than he had gotten yet. Felt his dick throb and swell like 5 times as he blew his load deep up my gut... Kicked me out of his truck before i had time to pull up jeans. Went home feeling like a wet sloppy cumfucked raped victim. Oh and the young jock hotty, well I'll let you know how that went later. Let's just say he enjoyed cruising the rest stop that night, too. Need someone to catch this shit on camera sometime! Fuck.

So was sitting at home Thursday night checking out the usual sites online. A message popped up asking if I was looking. He must’ve at least scanned my profile and read that I like to suck and bottom. Pretty straight forward. Being from small town Minnesota and fairly familiar with the regular profiles that show up around here, I for sure hadn’t seen his before. Live here or visiting, I asked. Visiting his cousin at the community college. Also put it bluntly that he needed release and if I could suck him off. Of course! And I swallow. He obviously couldn’t host due to being at cousins so I said I could , but asked how he was gonna excuse himself from his cuz’ dorm. “Just gonna tell him I’m headed quick to McDonald’s.” I think quickies are great and give him the addy. He arrives, I sit him on the couch, and he pulls out this tasty looking 8” piece of meat which matches the pic he shared earlier. Damn! Looking good. I had sent him a pic of my chub ass, both empty and with a bare cock in it. Just a little advertising. Well, I spend the next 10-15 minutes working him over with my tongue, mouth, and throat. Thought with him being in a hurry he’d be wanting to nut right away but he’d get to the edge and back me off. Did that 3 times… guess he’s not in a huge hurry. Lol. Anyway, after the 3rd time he reaches round my back for my hole. I have lube, I whisper. I had staged the lube and condoms and towels nearby as I’m always hopeful. I reached for the lube and slicked up my hole. He reached for the condom and wrapped up. In 4 seconds he’s balls deep and we’re both moaning in pleasure as I’m bent over the sofa. After a couple minutes of starting to get worked over, he repositions and I feel something hit my foot. I know what it is. It’s why I sent him the second pic of my ass. I wanted him to know I take it raw and he was happy to oblige. That rubber no sooner hit my foot and he was buried balls deep again. I’m gonna seed you like I’m sure that guy in the pic did, he says. Use me! And within the next minute he did just that. Used me as his cumdump. While recovering and his dressing I let him know he could count on me anytime he came to visit his cousin. Although, he might have to vary his excuse of a Mickey D’s run for future fuck sessions.

Been a while since I had a really good shag so horned up and looked for something online …nothing doing ..lots of blokes chatting but no meets …ended up at the local sauna (cum Union night..nice) it was still early but there were a few guys playing …wondered round naked except for a towel over my shoulder …the smell of the place just made me horny so I was hard …when to see if the sling was free and found a little Twink getting hammered by a chub daddy …well hot ….I snogged the daddy and pulled on a nipple ring …watched his raw cock fuck the tight winks hole …daddy pumped a good load up the Twink and puled out …he snogged me again and said he’d catch me later …I asked the Twink if he was good for another load and he just nodded and pulled on some poppers …I slipped in to his loaded hole …fuck he felt great tight and slick and hot …I used the sling to swing him on to my cock …the daddies cum running out of him and down my balls…the cummy mess got me off and I loaded the lad …fuck he felt good thanked him and wondered off to the shower. It was busy now and I got a lot of attention from the mainly older crowd …as I got to the shower I was chatting to an old bloke (60s ?) he cupped my cummy balls and asked if I was going to wash it off …said I was and he got down and sucked my balls and cock …I was hard again…he had a wet finger up me as well …he stood and asked if id be up for getting fucked …yeah ….he had a nice cock out a 7 cut thick …hairy dad bod ..got to a seat area near the steam room …had me sit forward on the bench and knelt down between my legs pushing me back and raising my legs he kept saying how good I looked and asked how old I was told him 24 and he said he was 70 and pushed his cock in me …fucked me slowly with blokes walking past …loved it nice fuck got deep and ace kisser too…got quite a crowd …any how he started fucking me hard and was defo coming bout to cum …”dirty fuck ..I’m fucked breeding you!” He pulled out and a felt a lot running out of my hole …I was gasping he just thanked me and headed back towards the showers … The chub daddy from earlier had seen the action and was sat next to me snogged me again and fingered my cummy hole …”good to go again” I was like sure ….he had 2 fingers up me and was snogging me …then he was up in my face..cock tasted good and my face pressed into his pubes ..fucked my face then we snogged again ….as he got down between my legs I saw the biohazard tat on his hip …better lighting in here….got me proper hard …he lined up and was balls deep quickly …felt really hot …fucked me slow and a load of snogging…”going to cum mate” and I just pulled him deep ….loaded me ….snogged me and left. I showered …and went to get a drink

When we chatted i saw on the map where he was. When we met we both recognized each other and he said your that house as he pointed I pointed out his and we both chuckled. I said yup we are close. We walked the dog to the baseball field. One of the benches is kind of secluded and we sat there. We talked a little about past fun. He said he gets in some moods and looks for bottoms in the area. He said there are a few young guys and our age in the area he has seen. We was very much in the DL so am I we both got relaxed enough that he unzipped and pull out his cock I looked down as he stroked it and i sucked him. He definitely had done this before at this spot. He blew his load and got up. He asked to see mine and I plulled my sweats down and I was hard as he sucked me dry. He shore loved to suck. His small dog was good no barking or noise. Lol I met him a few times i was cutting my grass once as he walked by. Felt weird but we were cool he waved i waved. We hooked up a few times at his place.

I've been reading this forum for a long time... but this is first post. Travelling for work this week, and last night decided to see who was about where I'm staying. First grindr taker was an older guy with a good looking cock. I drove over and met his hilariously friendly puppy. We then went to the bedroom and quickly got naked. I could tell he was really horny. A few minutes later he was fucking me hard missionary style, his thick cock felt great and I could see he loved my ass. I reached up and tweaked his nipple and his cum exploded inside me... i could feel it throb over and over. He apologised for cumming so soon, and I said 'never apologise, it's awesome' 😉 He stayed hard for a while, his cock deep inside me, as we had some chat and cuddle. Load #1. Next message on my phone was from suit guy up from Sydney for meetings. I went to his hotel and he fucked me for a long time, changing around positions. He was very affectionate, pausing fucking now and then to kiss. A hot and nice guy. After lots of pounding he eventually said "I think i might cum" hahaha so I said 'give it to me', and he blew a big load with his cock balls deep in me. So far so good! Load #2. After back to my own hotel, I got a message from this guy who chats to me a lot on grindr, even though we've never met. He's in the same town tonight and desperate for my ass lol soon after, he's at my place. Younger asian guy - hard muscled body, really hot. Stripping off, I see he his cock is even better than the pics he shared... really nice one. We make out for a while, as if we're old friends. It's really comfortable to be naked with him, cuddling, kissing, chatting... after a while I sit my ass down on his rock hard cock. A huge smile on his face. He quickly takes charge, flipping me over to fuck doggy style. Really hard and strong fucker. At one stage he even picked me up, his cock hard in my ass. After a few changes of position we end up standing, he's fucking me from behind and pulls my face around to kiss, saying 'I'm gonna cum' as I feel the flood of it in my pussy. Load #3. Met three nice guys and went to bed with my hole feeling well used and full of their cum.

I have not been there in several years. I was on vacation so I thought I would stop by got there about 2 not too crowded Got undressed and laid on bed in room ass up it did not take too long till this twink came in rubbed my ass then climbed on top Fucked me for 5-6 minutes then shot a huge load Never mentioned a condom I got four more load’s including another one from the twink Left about 10 pm with an ass full of cum

“So?” said Curt, “Are you going to be a good little fag boy?” Jamie nodded and replied “I’ll be a good little cocksucker”, licking his lips. Curt slapped him hard across the face and said “You’re going to do a lot more than that” and dragged him over to one of the new guys. The new guy, bigger and meaner looking than Curt and Todd, spat in Jamie’s face and said “Get to work slut.” PART TWO Big Ed enjoyed the view of the kid’s jaw stretched out around his beer can of a dick, and enjoyed even more the look of fear in his eyes when Ed pushed down into his throat, cutting off his air supply. But truth be told, Jamie wasn’t his type: too cute, too innocent looking. He liked boys with more of an edge, who looked like they had been around the block and were used to trading their throats and asses for a carton of cigs or a dime bag. Now, this boy had agreed to fuck with two complete strangers for money and then consented to take on three more, so he probably was the kind of twank Ed liked. But he didn’t look it and the look really turned his crank. Beggars can’t be choosers, though, and he wasn’t picking up the tab tonight. Not for the room, nor the favors, nor the entertainment kneeling in front of him. This was Curt and Todd’s set up and they still liked them like they did in college and Jamie fit that bill. The others has stopped messing with fag boys after they got married and their taste in guys was frozen in time. Ed, though, never stopped and his taste had evolved somewhat. But Jamie was trying and that earned him a little respect and a reward. Big Ed pulled out of the kid’s mouth and gave him two slaps with his heavy cock, then pulled him over to sit on the bed. ”Bring the pipe over here Mick” he called to the fourth guy in the room, a wiry guy who looked like he could do some serious damage in a bar fight. Mick came over with a glass pipe that Ed lit up and told the kid to smoke from. Jamie asked what it was and when he was told it was crystal meth, refused, saying he doesn’t do that. An enraged Curt stormed over and grabbed him by the balls, squeezing hard, instantly deflating Jamie’s hard on. “Bitch! Who said you have any say in what goes in you tonight?!” he bellowed. “Besides, you already smoked some in the joint AND took some G in the beer. So don’t go around pretending you’re gonna stay straight ‘cause that ship has sailed. Now do as you’re told!” He squeezed again for emphasis. Shaking in pain and fear, Jamie took a deep rip and held it like Big Ed told him. Again, Ed said and again and again four more times. He didn’t know what to expect and was exhilarated by the rush and the wave of horniness that washed over him. Without being told, he dove back down on Ed’s huge cock the second Mick took the pipe back. “Looks like the bitch is ready” Mick laughed. “I don’t think he’s going to put up any more resistance tonight.” “We’ll see about that. Get him on all fours” Todd said. Big Ed positioned Jamie on the bed on his hands and knees as Todd told the boy to guzzle down the rest of the spiked beer. As soon as he was done, Ed replaced the bottle at his mouth with his cock and Todd began poking around Jamie’s asshole. He hocked a gob of spit right onto his sphincter and pushed firmly in. If his mouth wasn’t full of Ed, Jamie would have been begging for Todd’s cock, such was the desire that had welled up inside of him from the drugs and the degrading treatment he was receiving. As it was, all he could do was grunt happily as Todd split him open. ”You guys are going to love this puss” Todd exclaimed. “I was worried this used up hooker was going to have a loose cunt but it’s tight as shit. It won’t be when we’re done, though!” He long dicked Jamie, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. He varied the angle of attack, hoping to hurt the boy, but Jamie, in the state he was in, was loving every second of it. Whimpering as Todd’s cock pulled out, moaning as it reentered and grunting as it bottomed out. At the other end, Ed was having a great time, too. He didn’t have to do any work, as Jamie’s body rocked back and forth in rhythm with Todd’s fucking, forcing the boy’s head forward and driving Ed’s thick member through Jamie’s lips. “I’m not going to last long” Ed said, “this punk’s throat is milking me for all its worth.” ”Go ahead and feed the kid” Curt said as he circled around the bed with the camera, jerking off at the sight of the boy getting spit roasted. “We have all night. You can unload in him two, three times, assuming you’ve still got the stamina, old man.” ”Fuck you Curt!” Big Ed took control of the cadence, jackhammering the kid’s face. He couldn’t breathe and he was genuinely scared but he was even more horned up than before, his mysteriously flaccid dick leaking like a sieve. “Here it comes kid” Ed roared. He pulled back so that only the first third was in Jamie and began shooting volley after volley of cum. “Don’t swallow until I tell you” he ordered as the boy’s mouth filled up with the huge load. When he was done, he lifted Jamie’s face up by the chin and told him to open up and show him. The kid did as he was told and Curt got a good close up on video of his cum filled mouth. Ed, Curt and Mick each took a turn spitting into Jamie’s mouth and Ed said “Now swallow bitch.” Watching all this pushed Todd to the edge and he hunched over the boy’s back and rabbit fucked him, fast and hard. “Here’s the first load of many, faggot” he panted. Jamie, his mouth now free for the first time since he started getting fucked replied “Yeah, breed my hole man, flood my guts with your sperm. I’m just your cumbucket.” With a yell, Todd spasmed and unloaded in the ass he had paid for. He pumped a few more times and then yanked it out unceremoniously and walked over to shove his cummy dick into Jamie’s mouth. “Clean up your mess bitch.” Ed and Todd sat down on the sofa and lit up the pipe again, a pipe that Mick had been steadily hitting as he watched the show and fondled himself. Curt circled Jamie with the camera, zooming in on the drenched pouch of his jockstrap and on his now slightly gaping hole. He narrated his video with degrading talk about the wrecked young escort. He then shoved three fingers into the boy’s hole pulling them out covered in cum and feeding it back to him. All on camera, of course. Todd stood up and made his way to the bathroom. For the first time, the fifth guy spoke up. He had been silently watching from the doorway the whole time, contemplatively taking drags from a hand rolled cigarette as he took in the view. He said “Where you going bro?” “Gotta take a leak. What’s your name again? And why are you still here?” Todd replied contemptuously. Guy number five was different than the rest, no more than ten years older than Jamie, probably late twenties. While the other four screamed “square, suburban dad”, #5 had a gym toned body(the kind optimized for aesthetics, probably never played a sport in his life), a stylish haircut and several tattoos along with pierced cock. “I’m Travis” he said cooly, “Remember? I’m the guy who supplied you with your party favors. Without which your boy might not be so compliant. And without which you would all have tina dick. So mind your manners.” Chastened, Todd mumbled an apology and turned back toward the bathroom. Travis called out “Hey man, why waste it? You’ve got a perfectly good urinal right there” pointing at Jamie fruitlessly fiddling with his soft cock on the bed. Curt smiled wickedly and led Jamie to the bathroom, followed by the others.

I am bred a lot but I thought this one was worth mentioning. I was at my local video store last night cruising as usual. I saw a young guy checking me out and sort of following me. I got the signs that he wanted me because every time I would walk by him he would start to go into a booth. He wanted me to follow. I just ignored him because I assumed he was a bottom and I didn’t want to have to waste time telling him I only bottomed as well. Her was being persistent and I don’t like to be rude so I followed him into a booth. He instantly got down to it and started rubbing his dick through his sweat pants. I started rubbing his dick and get got real close to me. I don’t usually kiss so I kept my face sort of turned away from his. I kept rubbing his dick and he pulled down his sweat pants. He had a smallish dick for me. Probably 7? But it a little thicker and that was a plus. He was not interested in my dick at all. He kept rubbing my ass and wanted my hands on his dick. He was so masculine for a younger guy I was a little taken a back. He went in for a kiss and he kissed incredibly! I was in heaven. I went down and started sucking him. He was not big so I was able to show some good oral skills. He stood me up and turned me around and went right to town on my pussy. He played with it then used spit to finger me. He liked up his dick and slid in me with little effort. He wasn’t slow about it. He treated it like it was a real cunt. He went to town on fucking me occasionally pulling me close to kiss the back of my neck. After a few minutes I heard the familiar sound of a man getting ready to breed me. He unloaded in me but held me tight so that he could make sure he totally bred me. All while kissing the back of my neck. When he pulled out he turned me around and started kissing me again. It was all I could do to keep his load in me at this point. I thanked him of course and in a deep masculine voice he said no.. thank you. I pulled up my pants and left the booth. It doesn’t happen often anymore but sometimes men surprise me. Looking at him I wouldn’t have thought he was as masculine as he was and that he was such a good fuck!! I hope I see him again.

I always swallow unless the pisser decides otherwise. Occasionally they like to mark me or soak my clothes, piss inside my car, or various other variations. It makes me want to scream when I watch a porn clip where the bottom spits any out or just lets it run out of their mouth. If I were to do that to any of the men who have let me have their piss, they would have slapped the shit out of me and never let me near their cocks again, and rightly so. It's disrespectful, boys!

Early october, met up with a guy from discord at à public park at night. As he arrived i went on my knees because i wanted to suck him at first but he orderd me to get completely naked. So i undressed infront of him. He grabed my clothes and shoes and throwed them into the next waste basket. Then he started to fuck me without sucking or lube. Just spit. Didn't took him long before he cum inside me. After that he sat on the next bench and orderd me to stay on my fours for 30 minutes. I felt so humiliated and hot at the same time. A group of guys about my age walked my and tried to talk to me but i couldn't say à thing. They all took pictures of me and walked away... After 30 minutes my hookup left and i quickly got dressed and walked home.... damn long answer but it was to hot sry 🙃

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There's a guy that goes to SOP regularly who has this - and similar graphics - tattooed prominently on him. If you have the graphic, you can get it printed easily. It can be done by an online printer, you can get iron-on print at home transfers - or if you know someone with a Cricut they could make it using transfer film or inpregnating ink.

It began, as so many encounters do, online. I had been asked to travel for work to another city in my state. It isn't very far from my own city - about an hour - but traffic sucks and the drive can be a nightmare. My boss was open to footing the bill, so I figured I would take advantage of having a free hotel room for a few nights. About a week ahead of time I went on BBRT and set up a local party in the new city (I did the same on Sniffies and specified that condoms would not be allowed). Now, as a big chubby guy I accept that I'm not everyone's cup of tea. I also know that not everyone on BBRT looks at the local parties list. So, a few days before my trip I began browsing all the guys at my destination. I had three criteria: they had to be a top (or versatile top), they had to include chubs in their "into" list, and they had to have been online in the past week. I craft a message to let them know I'm coming to town and hosting, then I send that note as a canned message to everyone who meets my criteria. Over the years I've reached out to dozens - hundreds - of guys. Percentage-wise my hit rate is barely into the double digits, if that. But it doesn't take a whole lot of time, and every additional guy I can get to come out is an additional load for my hungry holes. Naturally, I took the same approach while getting ready for this trip. Scrolling through page after page I would Oink and then send the canned message to every top who was into chubs and had been online in the past week. I sent messages to negative guys, and negative guys on PrEP, and undetectable guys. I don't discriminate against anyone who wants to pump a load into my hole. Then I came across his profile: A big, gorgeous cock front and center in his profile pic. So I looked inside. Was he a top? Yes. Was he into chubs? Yes! Had he been online in the past week? Why, he was online right now! Without another thought I hit the Oink button. And that's when I saw it: He had set 'Your status' to 'Don't Care' and his own status simply said 'Positive'. I felt my hole twitch involuntarily and my cock got slightly hard as I read the words. My brain froze momentarily as I wrestled with whether to send him a message. My profile says that I'm negative and on PrEP, but I lied. Negative yes, but PrEP? Never! Before I had a chance to decide, my messages lit up. It was him! He thanked me for the oink and told me that I had just the kind of ass he loved to breed. My hole twitched again and my cock got a little harder. As it turned out, he lived further from my destination than he did from my own city. He had chosen the other city as home because he frequented it for work. I'm in a situation where I am caring for my elderly father in my home, so no way can I host. But this guy could. He was checking all my boxes but that one word in his profile made me hesitate for some reason - even though I was obviously turned on by it! I explained to him that I was going to be traveling on business, figuring that might give me an out and let me delay long enough to get comfortable with the idea of meeting him - and being bred by him. And, as it turned out, he did not have plans to be in my destination city while I was staying there. Just as I thought I might be off the hook, he hit me with, "Come over tonight." My breath caught in my throat. My cock was at full attention now. But my father - I couldn't leave him alone. Before I even realized what I was doing, I had texted my home healthcare worker to see if he was free for the evening. He was. I had to have that gorgeous cock inside me regardless of his status! But there was no denying it. My hole thirsted for his poz load as much as it hungered for his cock. So, finally I messaged back. "Tonight works. What time?" We agreed that I would get to his house around 7 o'clock. It was about a 45-minute drive and I had an hour and a half. Perfect. I started by slamming a shot of whiskey to calm my nerves. Without it I might not even have gotten into the shower! I went into my room and closed the door. Taking my brown bottle from my nightstand drawer, I took two mighty huffs. My head spun and I had to steady myself for a moment, but at least now I had the nerve to get ready. In the blink of an eye I was showered, cleaned out, and dressed. The home healthcare worker arrived right on time, and at 6:15 I left the house - to get knocked up. The realization crashed over me like a tsunami and I had to steady myself for a moment against the car. I pulled a small flask from my jacket pocket and took a hit. Not enough to impair my driving, to be sure. It was such a small sip that the effect may have been more a placebo than anything. But it worked, and in a few short minutes I had left my driveway and pointed my car toward his place. I arrived in his driveway at the stroke of 7:00. I took another swig from my flask and hit the brown bottle a few more times before I stepped out and walked up to his door. The guy who answered was good-looking, tall and blond with a clean-shaven face. I guessed him to be in his mid-40s. He wore grey gym shorts and a t-shirt. "Come on in," he said with a grin. Nervously I stepped through the door and he closed it behind me. No sooner had it latched than he leaned in and kissed me. "Nervous, I see," he said. He had either smelled or tasted the alcohol on my breath. "Yeah," I admitted sheepishly. "I don't blame you," he responded. "But you're on PrEP, so the chances of you getting it are pretty low." If only he knew, I thought. Then, out loud, I asked him, "Where to?" "Follow me," he replied, and led me to a bedroom at the back of the house. There was a TV mounted on the wall and on it a video of guys fucking bareback. The top had a biohazard symbol tattooed on his hip. Below the TV was a low dresser. On it were various toys, bottles of lube, and little brown bottles too. I spied my all-time favorite, which I could never find in the stores I went to. I immediately picked it up and took a long huff. "Better?" he asked with a chuckle. A wave of relaxation washed over me. "Oh yeah." I replied. To show him just how much better, I took off my shirt and unbuckled my pants. "A man of action," he said, grinning. "My kinda guy." With that he peeled off his t-shirt before dropping his shorts to the floor. He was commando underneath and his beautiful cock sprang upward, standing at attention as he straightened. I was transfixed. As best I could judge he was almost 9 inches long and very thick - maybe 6 inches around. It was a rare occasion that I took something that large, though I was confident I could handle it. With some more hits from the little brown bottle, of course. I dropped my own pants - I was also commando underneath - and dropped to my knees. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and flicked at the underside with my tongue. He moaned quietly as a drop of precum dribbled onto my tongue. Encouraged, I took another hit from the brown bottle with his tip still in my mouth. As the effects kicked in I slid my head down his shaft toward his stomach, until I had engulfed his entire length with my throat. Alas, his thickness prevented me from being able to tickle his balls with my tongue the way I like. "Fuck!" he muttered. He obviously approved of my oral talents. I slid my throat back and forth for a few moments until I could no longer breathe. I moved backward and his saliva-covered cock sprung free. Without a word he grabbed me under my arms and lifted me from the floor. "This is gonna happen quick," he growled. He pushed me onto the bed, placing my now cock-starved hole at just the right height. Grabbing a bottle of lube from the dresser behind him, he squeezed a drop into his hand and massaged it onto my pucker, slipping two fingers inside for good measure. He worked them in and out a few times, opening me up for the assault I was about to undergo. The tip of his cock pressed on my finger. Well-lubed with liquor and poppers and - well, lube - it opened greedily to admit him. With one fluid motion he slid easily inside me until he was buried to the hilt. I could not recall in that moment the last time my ass was so full of cock. I loved it! Hearing no objections from me, he placed my calves on his pecs, grabbed my legs and began pounding. He held nothing back. "I've wanted this ass since the moment I laid eyes on it," he snarled as he impaled me over and over. In between grunts of pleasure I managed to reply, "I can say the same about that cock." He lasted considerably longer than I expected. Not that I was complaining - I'd have gladly lay like that all night while he stretched my hole over and over. But alas, at last his thrusts eased and he looked me in the eyes. "Where do you want my load?" he asked. My head was swimming. I had been overcome with lust. There was only one answer - the natural answer. "Cum in my ass!" I moaned. His massive cock began twerking inside my hole as it spilled a huge load of cum deep in my guts. Instinctively I squeezed tight around him so I could feel the pulses better, but also ensure that hot, toxic load stayed inside me when he finally slipped out. And slip out he did. But he wasn't done with me. He walked around to the side of the bed and motioned to his still-erect cock. "Clean it off," he ordered. I was in no state of mind to refuse - not that I ever refuse when a top wants to go from my ass to my mouth - so I leaned over and took that glorious shaft balls-deep in my mouth again. My tongue slithered around it, making sure to completely clean it of all the ass juices, lube and cum that had accumulated. At last he stepped back and withdrew from my mouth. "That - was - amazing," he panted. "Fuck yeah it was," I replied with a grin. Any nerves I had felt about his status before had melted away. His toxic load was now brewing deep inside me. "Stay the night?" he asked. "I can go a few more rounds with a little break in between." I looked at the clock. Not quite a half hour had elapsed since I walked through his door, and already I was incubating his DNA. "I have some time," I said. He climbed on the bed and we cuddled as we watched the porn on the TV. Poz top after poz top bred bottom after bottom. Most of the bottoms begged for it, and the tops were equally verbal. The dialog was a huge turn-on for me, and I was about to reach for his stiffening cock when he said, "Roll over." I did as I was told, rolling over onto my stomach to expose my freshly fucked - and pozzed - hole. In a flash he was balls-deep inside me again, piledriving me into the mattress. At this angle his cock hit my prostate just right, and I felt the precum running from my own cock as his relentlessly pounded my hole. Taking a cue from the movie I moaned, "Fuck yeah! Give me that poz load!" "You want my toxic cum in your slutty hole?" he responded. "Fuck yeah, give it to me!" My little experiment worked. Soon his cock stiffened inside my ass and once again I felt the telltale pulses that told me I was taking another poz load from him. He let out a gasp as he collapsed on my back. We lay like that for a while before he rolled off of me and onto his back on the bed beside me. Needing no instruction this time I slid down and took his softening cock in my mouth, once again giving it a thorough cleaning. By now another hour had elapsed. I needed to get home to relieve the healthcare worker. I slid off the bed, careful not to let any of his precious seed drip from my hole. As he watched me, he said, "Take one of the plugs from the dresser. Keep my DNA in you all night. You can return it when you come back for Round 2 tomorrow." I think I surprised him when I selected one of the larger ones and slid it easily into my cum-filled hole. I got dressed and he saw me to the door. "Same time tomorrow," he said. "We've started you down the path, gotta make sure it sticks." I tentatively agreed - after all, my availability depended on the home healthcare worker - said good-bye and made the long drive home. The plug shifted inside my ass each time I made a turn or drove over a bump. By the time I got home it was all I could do not to rush my father's sitter out the door so I could go into my bathroom and jerk off. Wouldn't you know, the home healthcare worker was available the next night! I hurriedly packed for my trip after work and once again headed over to take more toxic cum. Another seventeen guys took their turns in my holes over the next few nights - my best showing of any business trip - and not one had any inkling that I had been taking poz loads for two days before I arrived. I visited my new friend several more times over the following weeks, and each time he bred me two or three times before sending me home. I just got back from the doctor and he will be happy to hear that it did 'stick', to use his words. I am now part of the brotherhood.

Ass, hole, asshole, butt. Men are men. Women are women. Men have asses, Holes, and butts. Women have the other stuff.

Part 4 - The First Load Kem is pulling out of me slowly, and painfully. It doesn’t help that I’m tight from not playing with myself so it’s like there’s friction and resistance in my pussy all at once. It’s honestly like time is going slower and every part of my being is focussed in my hole and not screaming as my body grips Kem’s retreating dick. John holds my chin and switches poppers between both nostrils as Kem keeps pulling out - I hadn’t realised how long he was - so I have no idea how deep he is and how many more inches I have to endure. I hear John laugh as I flush from the poppers, and he leans over my back to give Kem another hit. I feel the distinct tug of Kem’s cockhead at my sphincter and think he’s going to push back in, but he pops his whole rigid head out of me with a groan. Most men I’ve taken are at least a little soft when they’re hard, but Kem’s rod is honestly like iron, even the head feels firm as it pulls out of me. Milliseconds pass and I can feel the cool, satisfying air on my hole before Kem, who hasn’t let his vice-grip on my hips go the entire time, tells me to breathe and punches into me again - full depth. I probably would have shouted to stop but John’s thick dick slid into my mouth at the same time, as he gently rocked my head up and down his shaft. Kem is talking about how tight I feel wrapped around him and how big a load I’m going to get as he once again pulls his entire dick out and rams it back in fully. If the shaft feels fucking terrible, the head pulling out of me feels like someone is ripping a plug from my hole. I’ve not been fucked like this in a long, long time and the minutes seem like hours! Around the 5th time he’s pulling out, he suddenly stops before removing his cock head. With it just inside my sphincter, Kem says something about ‘there it is’ and John replies ‘you lubing him up?’ and chuckles Kem grunts in reply, and pulses his shaft deep inside the rim of my opening. That feels amazing. Indescribable in fact. I remember moaning loudly as John depresses my lower back to get a better look. They must have done this to so many boys that John pulls me off his dick, looks into my eyes and tells me not to worry “Kem isn’t done with your hole, that’s just pre-cum baby” [he keeps my face looking at his, staring back at me and smiling] as Kem rams his entire length back in and, I’m not lying, it’s like silk. The long strokes back in feel like someone has put balm inside my tender pussy and Kem moans loudly as he rotates in me and starts pounding. The sandpaper feeling is gone and I can hear squelching as he long-dicks me. John holds my head so I can gently nurse his cock and drink his pre-cum (I kept thinking he was cumming there was so much). It’s a total change of mentality as Kem is now sawing in and out of me with no resistance, just the residual tightness of my hole (and even that is beginning to stretch). I can feel every inch in me but it’s a blissful, repetitive thrusting inside my pussy that makes me drool. John poppers me up in each nostril again as he gets out the tub to go and watch from behind me. He tells me to stay put (I think he called me ‘slut’) - that he wanted a better view of me taking his husband’s dick. From behind me John starts telling me how slutty I look, just as the fumes from the poppers hit, and I start backing into Kem’s thrusts - I thought most men liked that, but Kem slaps my ass hard and tells me to ‘stay fucking still’ again, he will work my hips and reinforces the point by slamming all the way inside me again. I feel John’s hand on my cage, a little firmer than I would have liked, they don’t know how that affects my hole, but Kem feels it and laughs. I think he says something like ‘genius’ and tells John to keep doing what he’s doing but harder. So, John pulls my cage and Kem literally squeals as my ass clenches down on him. “Fuck, a little fighter - nearly pushed me out there” Kem says as I hear myself giggle. It’s the first time I detect an accent in Kem’s voice but I can’t place it as my hole throbs to try and push him out. “Don’t close up on me boy - it’ll be harder for you later if you do” John is talking to Kem about telling the other guys what happens if they grab my cage and Kem says ‘he wont be able to close like that later, so they can do what they want with it’. Kem then slows down considerably, leans across my back and whispers a whole host of sweet encouragements - that he’s proud of me, grateful for not playing with my hole earlier, saving myself for his rod and his huge load, and happy I’m giving them so much pleasure, and that I’ll be rewarded with his thick cum soon. He stands back up, pelvis to my cheeks, and gets back into his rhythm as John fondles my entire body. Kem starts muttering about ‘worth waiting for, and wanting to rape me at the gym’. An example of how sex-fuelled I was, is that none of that chat bothered me - it turned me on. I literally even imagined him fucking me in the sauna in front of every one I went to the gym with…the thought manifested itself through my body with a sensational, physical electricity. He said something about ‘taking all loads tonight’ before violently announcing he was going to cum. John sounded surprised and said “do it” as Kem held his dick in me, rocking it back and forwards in my ass.I felt his pubes on my cheeks as he executed his steady rhythm. I know a lot of bottoms say they feel it when a top cums in them, but I didn’t - not physically anyway. I felt a river of warmth radiate out from my hole as Kem loudly groaned and John cooed. He held me tight against his pelvis for about a minute, lifting my ass so that I was basically bent over double and on my toes. Load count : I I recall Kem stroking my back as he rode his own orgasm and John pulling my cheeks apart to get an ever close look at how utterly penetrated I was. It’s hot how much I remember from that first seeding - it did feel special, and not just because the next loads came hard and fast, but because Kem and John had taken their time to utterly break me. Even through the haze of the fuck I knew I was slaved to taking as many cocks as they wanted me too that night. I sighed a huge, involuntarily ‘thankyou’ as I let the warmth of Kem’s cum flood me.

Part 3 - Penetration Saturday came around and I hit the gym in the morning to do a big sesh, weights and a short HIIT, had a coffee and protein shake and went back home to get fully prepped. I like to remember that I was nervous but I don’t recall experiencing any emotion other than ‘readiness’ and utter, ear-thumping horniness. Like a loud drumbeat. I took Kem’s instruction and didn’t do anything other than get ready. Normally I’d have given myself some attention with my toys, but I was proud to say that they stayed locked up (like me). I didn’t even slip a finger in myself. It felt important to them, so I made it important to me. I just made sure I’d be ready for whatever they needed. The next few hours are a blur, travelling somewhat uncomfortably - a mixture of eagerness and my cage feeling very full, but eventually got to Lewisham and John was outside the station to meet me. He sees me before I see him and bear hugs me and kisses me and says ‘Kem’s been having all the fun - so we’re going to hang out till he’s back, just you and I.” He whispers in my ear - ‘did you play with your little dick or hole?’ I say ‘no, Kem told me not too’ He chuckled, took my hand and walked down the street to their house. He’s chatting away about his week, my week, and swinging my hand in his and the 30ish minute walk evaporates. Their house is on a nice street - all the houses are sandwiched together but big. He releases my hand, purposefully grazing my cage, and unlocks the front door, he pushes me in by the back of my neck and says ‘welcome home sexy’ He keeps his hand wrapped around the back of my neck as he shuts the door behind us, pushes me against a wall and kisses me. He’s aggressive and dominant and I’m melting. Pressure continues on my neck as he pushes me down so I’m squatting in front of his crotch. He’s hard through his jeans and tells me to suck it through the fabric, so I get to work. I don’t remember the exact words he said, I was a bit dickmatised and my hormones were now in total control, but as he crushed my head into his crotch he said something like: “Kem wants your hole first today, but he didn’t say anything about your throat so we’re going to warm you up a bit” I was definitely hungry, maybe too hungry, and not thinking about anything but getting to feel his skin on mine. I think I’d have done anything he asked me too. John is bigger then Kem, about 6’2 and a bit of a bear. Like chunky in all the right places, very manly with trimmed beard and a tight crop - he reminds me of someone’s successful dad - a banker or successful city worker. I remember thinking at the moment he was forcing me to lick his crotch through his jeans that he was the dominant power in the relationship. He was getting off on me debasing myself in front of him. Head back and hands firmly pushing my skull into him. After god knows how long, he released his grip and chuckled. With a massive wet spot on his crotch he got me up, took my hand and gave me a tour of the house. Nothing really stood out to me as my mind was still very clearly occupied with thoughts of when I’d see him naked, but they did have a massive garden with a big shed containing a hot tub. He watched me very closely when he showed me that. We chatted in the kitchen for a bit, John asking me about the cage, telling me Kem had been keeping details from him - then he told me to show him. I was going to drop my trousers, but he said ‘through the zip’ so I just unzipped and pulled my caged dick out of the pouch of my jock. The white cage looked vibrant against my black jeans. He told me he’d been waiting to get his hands on it again since the gym and fondled me a bit before shoving it back in my pants and zipping me up saying: ‘You won’t be needing that today’ He then asked what my preference was for taking loads? They had alcohol, some G and MDMA. I wasn’t really sure, and told him I’d never done G, so was happy just drinking - he chuckled again and said they’d take care of me - ‘maybe a little of both’. Some nerves kicked in then and I think he noticed and told me not to worry and lightly smacked my ass and tussled my hair. He asked about whether I was on prep and if I’d do anything stupid like ask for condoms - I told him I thought condoms were kitsch and he laughed and said there wasn’t a rubber in the house anyway and that everyone was tested regularly. He told me to lick his crotch again to relax - which I thought was a good way to stop my mind from thinking about making bad decisions. I got to work on his crotch again as Kem arrived back a few minutes later. At that point I’d probably forgotten about what John had said about drugs, and he held me in place as he called down to say that we were up here being ‘sort of good’. I heard laughter from a few guys who’d obviously come in with Kem. I made to get up from my position on my knees and he almost got angry and told me to ‘stay put and stay busy’. My dick strained at the command - it was like I wasn’t even me anymore. I was on my knees slobbering on the jeans of a man I barely knew taking his commands and abuse like I needed it. I heard some talking and music downstairs, even as my own heartbeat was thumping in my ears. I could feel John’s entire length and girth even through the dense cotton. Not massively long, but very thick and I was nearing the point where I had to at least taste it. He made a little groan and told me that we were wasting his pre-cum, and to get up and follow him downstairs. Kem was in the kitchen with 3 other guys, honestly, I don’t think I can remember any of their names - James maybe, but it was a bit of a blur. Each one was attractive to my absolutely sex-fuelled brain, a burly guy about my height with a shaved head and long almost Spartan-like beard, and shorter bear with a man-bun and beard, and a very tall, very skinny guy with a shaved head and face. Each one kissed me on the lips, but the skinny guy practically throat-fucked me with his tongue, held my mouth open and spat in it. Everyone laughed, but Kem put his hand on his shoulder and laughingly told him to calm down. We turned the music up and then hung out, we played Sequence and after the first game, two more guys turned up - I remember one was called Guy ( I remember him because of later 😈) and the other one I don’t think I can remember either. Drinks were made and the mood was becoming more party-like by the minute and my ass was being groped a lot. I think about two drinks in, two more guys arrived. A very cute, ripped little twink and an older twunk (maybe my age or a bit younger). Kem and John greeted the little twink like a long lost lover, which was hot to watch. The twink introduced himself, pushed me into the kitchen bar and made out with me while the guys watched. My nerves kicked in because we had such a big audience and I remember starting to panic a bit but the twink did not release me and somehow, I just relaxed and got into it. I heard John say: ‘Good boys’ and I nearly melted. We broke the kiss and went back to just hanging out. The twink and Kem disappeared to the garden for a bit and the music got turned up as the sunlight disappeared. The house was super warm and I remember I was sweating a bit as I was just gently dancing to the music and chatting with the little bear who’s hand never left my ass. Kem and the twink reappear - and the twink walks over to me with an MDMA bomb. The bear pushes me towards the twink who puts the bomb on his own tongue and shoves it into my mouth. I think he was already a little high cuz he was softly moaning and feeling me up very slowly. I swallowed the MDMA as the music got a bit louder. Once he was happy I’d swallowed he produced a plate of bombs and went around to each guy, giving them a bomb on his tongue. I was so horny watching it I didn’t see Kem come up behind me, take off my shirt and parade me from behind. His hands just groping my naked body as I watched everyone make out. “We’re so nearly ready” he whispers in my ear. “You’re going to get a big load and then we’re going to get you properly fucked” He bites me ear hard and keeps groping me as the music changes, from background pop to some EDM. This is where it starts to get a bit sketchy, but as my skin starts to tingle with Kem’s touch and the people around me turn to watch me, I swear I hear someone say ‘he’s ready’. Kem stops feeling me up, grabs my pants, and drops them to the floor. Tells me to step out of them, grabs my jock and rips it off, then whips me around so my ass is facing the group, kisses me and tells me to bend over and suck his cock. I hear some whoops, as he drops his pants, and his rigid dick springs out. It takes me milliseconds to wrap my throat around it - deep. It’s like my gag reflex doesn’t exist and he throws his head back as I swallow him, maybe 2 inches from the base. Hands behind me reach around and feed me poppers (I told them I have a weakness for amyl) and made me inhale (honestly, too many times - I was flying). After the last hit, the hands pushed my entire skull down on Kem’s dick, straight into my throat all the way, head into his pubes. He tastes amazing - I’ve wanted this all week and it does not disappoint. With him lodged in my throat I’m able to gently pull up and down, not a lot, but I can feel him pre-cumming which is magical. I managed to massage his dick in my throat for what feels like ever. I hear the guys behind me over the music, appreciating me, but no words because the music is quite loud. The drugs are hitting me hard now and I am desperate to get fucked. Around me the guys are making out and the twink is sucking off the tall skinny guy. Kem takes me by the hand and out into the garden, saying my first load deserves to be special. He walks me naked into the garden and to the shed with the hot tub where John is waiting also completely naked stroking his dick. He smiles at me and Kem, tells me he has unfinished business in my throat. Kem angles me at John’s dick, and shoves me forward. John is much thicker than Kem and I don’t think I was able to deep throat him, but at the moment of trying, Kem spreads my ass cheeks, and licks my hole. I moan and swallow John’s whole dick, but gag immediately. John pulls me up and down on his cock - slow and steady before pulling almost nearly entirely out and leaving his head in my mouth as he pre-cums an absolute flood. Kem keeps eating my ass, moaning into me before John produces a bottle of poppers, winks and make me take a few hits. I hear Kem spitting as he comes up from eating me out, takes his own hit of poppers, and grabs my hips. His dick is rigid hard, like a brick and he pulls me back onto it. I don’t think he had lube and I remember the flash of pain as he breached me and didn’t stop. He pulls me back as John applies pressure on my shoulders helping Kem’s entry. I honestly was going to tap out and ask for lube, because it was like sitting on a burning iron rod, even with poppers. Kem is telling me to stay still and ‘fucking breathe’ and is literally pulling me backwards onto him. It’s relentless, as John walks forward, takes my shoulders and pushes me back hard. In a flash of pain, Kem fills me entirely, my pussy feels like it’s been invaded by sandpaper but Kem just groans as he bottoms out in me. I don’t know what they say to each other but they are saying something before kissing each other passionately. As Kem leans into the kiss his shaft moves in my ass and it feels like I take another inch of searing pain, even though it’s not possible. John breaks the kiss and moves to face me, but I am so tense I can’t hear a word he says. Kem is stroking my back which is dripping in sweat as I feel the strain of the penetration. I feel Kem start to withdraw and John uncap the poppers to feed me more.

There is just something about finding a poz guy not on meds that I feel I need to go see him and get him to fuck me.

Father and son. This past Saturday afternoon, I hooked up with a Dad and his son at their hotel. The Dad shot video of me sucking both of their cocks, the Dad about 8 1/2 and very thick. The son not nearly as big. More video of the son fucking me. He shot his load in my ass after only about 5 minutes. In less than 10 minutes, the son was rock hard and ready to go again. More video of the son fucking me again. This second time, he lasted a lot longer before giving me another load in my ass. After being fucked twice by the son, and with 2 loads of cum in my ass, I was ready to take on the Dad's big dick. At least I thought I was ready. Damn, his cock was thick ! I was glad I brought my poppers. The son's cock was hard again, as he shot video of his Dad pounding my hole, and splattering my face with a huge load of cum. I gave the Dad my phone number and email address, in case they wanted to hook up the next time they were here.

From a Friday evening to Monday morning when he had to go to work, occasionally taking one or two hour naps, then going at again. His dick was insatiable. It was great.

My bday is in april. This year im taking the leap. Ive been bb Only for 3 yrs but always insisted on my partners be neg. This year im going to a mens bathhouse sauna and going no loads turned down for my bday.