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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.

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 🙃

Dam I got hard! Keep it going

thanks Guys, part 2 will follow shortly

Awesome story! Fuck, I wish the photo shoots I used to do turned out that way 🤨

I'm QUEER, but I'm 100% male...if you refer to me in female terms, you WILL be dismissed!

my boyfriend just pisses directly down my throat whenever he doesn’t or can’t get to a bathroom. plus he offers my throat as a urinal to his buddies too

I needed money. After finishing high school, I tried to hold down a couple normal jobs, at fast food places and the like. It just wasn't for me though. I can't stand routine. So I looked into alternative ways to make money. Online searches pointed me in one clear direction; I should make an Onlyfans. I always had guys staring at me. I literally could not go to the mall alone without guys clearly staring at my chest, ass, and god forbid I sit down in a skirt. I knew there were tons of creeps who liked me, so why not make a quick buck off of them? I started innocent enough, only showing clothed pictures. They were mostly skin tight things, and soon I put up a few shots of bikinis. Guys were clambering to buy my pics, and soon they were messaging me too. I'd get things like 'FUCK you're sexy' or 'Jesus I want to pound you', and the most common 'How much can I pay to see that pussy?' I had told myself I wasn't going to post any nudes, as I didn't want my face to get out there, but some of these guys were offering $100 for each pic, and I was lucky to get five bucks off the bikini pics. I tried to tell them no, and instead go further into kinky texting with them, but that just made them want it further. I now had a couple dozen guys promising me cash for nudes. Eventually I decided 'fuck it, my family isn't going to see me anyway.' and I took put up some nudes. Within days, I had made thousands. More money than I'd had in my whole life. This was the beginning of an addiction. Over the next several months, I got good. I knew exactly what to say to make a guy cum. I had practice with all my guys fetishes, and I was starting to develop some of my own. Even when I was away from home I kept my phone on me. I'd be riding on the bus while 8 guys were texting me what they wanted to do to my body. I had gotten so used to it, I don't think I could have lived without it. I needed these guys constant affirmation, and also their denigration. Past that, I also needed their money. I had gotten used to being able to buy whatever I wanted, and I sure as shit wasn't going back to the life of a poor young woman. My life started to change after a single event in a lingerie store. I had started to frequent this place to find more outfits for my fans. As I was browsing, I noticed this guy had entered, and was staring straight at me. I kept browsing, pretending not to notice. It was extremely creepy, but I also like the attention. Have I mentioned how I need guys constantly fawning over me? A few seconds later I look back, and he's still staring. Good, let him stare. I decide to bend over to view something on a lower shelf, which not-so-subtly lifted up the back of my skirt. I turn my head slightly to see if he's watching, and he is... coming over. He is literally walking over to me. I stand up straight. I was used to guys staring at me, and they'd often cat call me, but an actual conversation? I had spent so long texting, I didn't even know if I could hold a conversation in real life. Even in the occasional videos I made, they were always one way, where I'd talk to the camera. I tried to go back to browsing, hoping he'd walk past; but no luck. He walked straight up to me. "It's me, Dan, we chat all the time online.' I recognized him now. Not from his face, I have no idea what his face looks like as he only ever sent dick pics, but I only texted a few guys named Dan, and only one was a ginger. I hadn't ever seen an actual fan in real life. I have dozens of hardcore big spenders; even with that, the country is big, what are the chances any of them would live near me? "Oh, Dan, nice to see you." "Hey, you know this place has a back, right? How about you and I go over and do all those things we always talk about?" Dan asked. This was a definite no for me. My big secret was that I hadn't actually done anything with a guy, ever. I had gotten kind of good at pretending to give blow jobs, as I often had to suck a dildo in videos for guys, but I hadn't actually ever done that before. Also, Dan was a little crusty, and old. I tried to let him down easy. "No Thanks, I tend to get the most enjoyment from sexting." Dan was indefatigable. He said "Oh I know what you mean. I never cum from in person encounters." "Never?" I asked, skeptically. "A guy like you must get a ton of girls," (this was a lie) "and I'm sure you cum for some of them." "Nope" Dan replied. "I bet even you couldn't make me cum in real life." I tried to get him to back down by stepping forward so my lips were only an inch away from his face, then grabbing his crotch area. I could feel his raging boner. "Nope, not even you." Dan said. This fucking liar. "fine, lets go." I yanked him by his collar in the direction of the backrooms. I had never been, and I was surprised at how incredibly disgusting it was. Everything looked oily, like it was covered in an almost imperceptibly thin layer of bodily fluid. Unfortunately for me, I fucking loved being near other peoples bodily fluids. I pulled Dan into a room, shut the door, and immediately pulled down his pants. I was normally the sub in these fantasies, but this guy had pissed me off AND made me horny. I needed this cum. I pulled a bottle of lube out of my purse, worked it through my hands, and started going to town. I was trying to do get him to cum with the least amount of effort, as I didn't want to lose my BJ virginity, or worse, on something like this. Dan said "oh yeah, that feels good. But I'm going to need more than that." he started to reach for my skirt, but no, he didn't deserve that yet. I grabbed his hand and put it on my tit instead, then started passionately kissing his face. He smelt as bad as he looked, but I needed this man to cum. His breathing started getting louder and louder for a bit, but then it started coming down again. Fuck, I was losing him. I decided I had no choice now. I knelt down on the ground, grasped his prick with both hands (guys like it when it seems like you're struggling with the size of their member) and I started sucking. It was slow at first, only managing to get the head into my mouth, but as I got used to the taste I started pushing it further down my throat. After a few minutes, I had worked the whole thing in and I was starting to make the motions; up and down, while sucking and using my tongue liberally. Dan put one hand on the back of my head, holding me down. I could barely breathe, but I was so turned on by his dominance finally coming out. With my head so low though, I was at an odd angle to keep kneeling, so I had to stand my feet up and lean over to get a better angle. When I did so, Dan's other hand came in, grabbed me by a leg, and pulled my ass to him. He then reached his hand under my skirt and started feeling around my panties. "Fuck your wet." Dan said. 'Fuck me' I thought he's found my secret. "If you don't make me cum with your lips, you know what we'll have to use next?" He said, as he slid on finger under my panties. Fuck. I did not want to lose my virginity here. I started sucking faster, giving all my tongue and my hands into this blowjob. Dan stuck his second finger under my panties and started fingering my pussy. I let out a loud moan as he did. Without meaning, his prick somehow slipped even further into my throat so I was full-on deepthroating him. I couldn't even breath as he is rapidly sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy while his other hand is still slamming me down on his cock. Finally, I feel him expand. I know what that means. I let out a moan of ecstasy as he explodes in my mouth. I relish ever drop of that delicious, salty victory. "God damn. That was so fucking hot." Dan said, sliding back in his seat. He looked dead from the experience. I stand up, satisfied in myself, though also extremely horny. I can satisfy myself though, as normal. I move to leave, and I notice Dan's bag by the door. It was positioned on the only other chair, and oddly, his phone seemed to be popping out of the top. I look behind me; Dan literally looks like he passed out. I decide to take a peak and I pull out his phone. As I turn it around, I realize the camera is on. This mother fucker was recording the whole thing. What the fuck?!? Well fuck him if he thinks he can record me for his own profit. I quickly send the video to me, then delete it from his phone and leave. On the ride home, I find a spot in the back of the bus and watch the video. It is so fucking hot. I could barely keep from masturbating right there on the bus. Somehow, I make it home and do my business. Afterwards, I get to thinking though, this is high quality content. People routinely paid for videos where I was only masturbating, but where I actually gave a BJ? This could be worth a shit ton. I told some of my regulars the whole story and asked what the video was worth. From their replies, I gathered that it was worth a freaking lot. I set the price at $1,000, and within an hour I had a cool extra $30k in my bank. Just to be clear, that is $30,000. Like, I've earned more than that overall, but it normally took at least a few weeks to get that much. In one night? It was insanity. And more than that, one topic kept coming back from my regulars. They loved the blow job, but they really loved the whole idea of it. This guy, fighting not to cum, and if he can actually manage, he gets further with me? Even if I don't want them to get further/ It was hot. Guys loved it. Guys were willing to pay more for it. That started my next big plan. I gave my city (which I won't give here) and I told guys to send a pic and sign up if they wanted to take a chance. It wasn't prostitution, because I wasn't charging them; I was going to make money off the video sales. Obviously, many, many guys signed up. A lot of them sent pics, and most of these guys actually looked like of hot. Like they were fit, toned, and they probably thought that was what I was looking for. Unfortunately for them, I figured that good looking guys are probably also more experienced and therefore, can last much longer. I was afraid if they lasted too long, I might have to do something I didn't want to do. Something risky. So I was looking for the least attractive. The ones that were crusty and maybe old too. It helped that I had a huge fetish for nasty men. After looking through the pics of the uglier ones, I decided on this one guy. He was black, a little older, and he looked extremely thin. Like you could see way too many of his bones. He also seemed to have a few of these weird little black marks on his body. He would do nicely. I sent him a message, and we settled on a date and decided to do it in this dank motel nearby. I realized this could be putting myself in a bad situation though, as it is even less public than the lingerie store; if he tried to force me to do things, I didn't think I could stop him. I figured out how to get around this though; instead of making the video, then selling it later, I would make it a live stream. That way, if he tried to assault me against my will, my fans could call someone to help. The day of the event was only a few days later. I got there early, to set up. I opened my live stream to look at ticket sales. I had a good 30 people watching, each for $1,000 each! God I love money. I felt kind of bad though, as I was probably going to make this guy cum in 30 seconds. It wouldn't be nearly as good as the last one. I didn't have long to ponder this, as the guy finally showed up. I asked his name, but he said I should just call him 'Tim', and he made it seem like that wasn't his real name. He had this thick accent, so I assumed he was from somewhere in Africa. I asked "Okay, Tim, would you like get down to business?" Tim said "First, you sure you can make me cum?" "You like girls?" I reply "Yes." "Then Yes, I can make you cum." I said. "And that will be quickly, yes? Before we get to the sex? I do not want to put my babies in you." This was an odd line of questioning, but I answered "Don't worry, while I'm not on birth control, I assure you it won't get that far." I had brought condoms anyway, just in case it did of course. "Oh good, but birth control wouldn't protect me from all my babies anyway." I tilted my head at him, confused. He leaned forward to clarify: "You see, I have AIDS." I stood up abruptly. I was trying to think of a reply, of a way to get out of this, but I couldn't think quickly enough. He just looked at me and said "You said you would make me cum. You promised, even. Since you can't get my disease from a hand-job, why not try that? Surely there is no harm in it?" I looked at the laptop, behind which were dozens of guys who had paid to watch this, and to whom I would have to refund if I didn't go through with it. I decided fine, I would give him a hand job, as that was safe, then I'd be done with it. I motioned him to the bed. I was wearing a loose pink skirt with a tight pink top that accentuated by breasts. Tim took off his pants and underwear, then laid on the bed next to me. I got out a bit of lube and started stroking his dick. It was surprisingly large for such a thin man, and I started using two hands to get it all. After a few minutes of stroking, Tim reached over and started fondling my breasts. He was still outside the shirt, but when he tried to go in I swatted his hand away. He said "Come on, you want me to come faster or not?" which was sound logic, so I moved my hand back to his prick and he reached inside my shirt. Within seconds he was groping my tits. He had this way of moving his finger around my nipple that actually seemed, stimulating? I moaned a little. It was at that moment that I had a realization: I was incredibly horny. I thought it was fear before, and it was, but that fear had collected itself and somehow moved directly into my pussy which was SOPPING wet. I started getting more into the hand job, actually enjoying it now. "Come on, suck it." Tim said. But I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to risk any of his toxic cum in my body, even my mouth. "No." I said "You can make due with this." "Well at least get closer, so you can use more strength." he said, as he pushed my body closer to his dick. As I was looking at it, I knew, I really, really, wanted to suck on it.. But I wasn't stupid, so I didn't. I did get close to it though, to better worship it's glory. As I did so, I inadvertently moved my pussy closer to his face. He saw the opportunity for what it was, and with one hand he grabbed my skirt and he used the other to reach in and move my panties to the side. Within about a second he had several fingers ramming into my pussy as I hunched over his dick. He was not being gentle about it either. It felt like he was cutting my insides, but that made me even hornierrrrrrr. Fuck it, it turns out I am stupid. I thought as I leaned forward and shoved his whole cock in my mouth. I will make this man cum if it is the last thing I do. He kept up the frantic pace with his fingers in my pussy as I kept my tongue and lips working up and down his massive shaft. He was moaning a little, but not as much as he should be. "Come on, why don't we take this further?" he asked. Was this guy crazy? No way was I taking it further. Technically this wasn't even fully safe. Vaginal would be suicide. I didn't reply, I just kept sucking, hoping he'd get there. Instead, he tightened one hand around my leg and used his other to start pulling my panties down my leg. I tried to close my legs, but it was far too late, I was too thin, and they came down easily. God damn it I thought. He better not try to stick it in. I was still on top of him though, so he couldn't easily do that from this position. I decided to keep my mouth on his prick for as long as it took, to make sure he didn't try putting it in other holes. As I was thinking that, he leaned forward and started pulling up my shirt, easing my arms through. When he tried to pull it over my head, it got stuck, as I was still trying to suck him off. I realized the problem though, and decided to stop for the second it took for him to get my shirt around my head. As I stopped sucking though, he pulled my shirt over my head, then grabbed my head and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight, but he was strong and I was weak willed. I thought about yelling out the name of the motel we were at, so the viewers could send help, but fuck he was a good kisser. He moved one hand to massage my breasts, then he moved the other to start massaging my ass, before making it's way to my pussy again. By this point, we were sitting on the bed in a puddle of my making. He stops kissing me and moves his lips onto my neck, where he starts sucking. I go to do the same, but notice those black marks from before. He stopped sucking to say 'I hope you are not off put by my affliction. It is from my AIDS." He reminded me of it so casually, but I had already started viewing it differently. It was dangerous, but it was hot. I still tried to push him away, but he said "hey, hey now. You want me to cum? You know what really makes me cum?" I stop fighting and look at him. "Eating your flower." The way he said flower was 50% sweet, 50% creepy, and 200% hot. I figured that was safe, and apparently it would make him cum, so I accepted. I laid back and spread my legs. He moved his head between my legs and while making eye contact, started his tongue around my pussy lips. He was too good. Not good at hitting the right spots; he was an expert at not hitting the right spots. He spent several minutes circling around, refusing to enter or to touch my clit. I tried moving my body in a way so his tongue hit my G Spots, but he moved his tongue away, intentionally keeping me in suspense. "Please..." I begged "Oh, you see, now you know what it is to have Blue Balls." I finally realized he had done this on purpose. Brought me to the edge, so I couldn't think straight, but he refused to go over. He kept moving his head near my pussy, and I was following his mouth with my hips, trying to give him the right angle so he could dive his tongue back in, but he didn't. Instead, he slowly crawled up to meet my lips with his own. He kissed me and started stroking my hair. At this point i noticed two things: First, his mouth seemed to have blood in it. Was that from me? Second. his dick was now only inches away from my pussy. He said "You know, there is a way we can cure both our blue balls..." "I don't want AIDS. Or any babies. Please?" "Don't condoms protect against all babies?" I figured that was true. They aren't perfect protection, but also, FUCK. I NEED THAT DICK. I reached behind the bed and pulled out a condom. He unwrapped it and put it on, then slid inside of me. My GOD did it feel good. I had never felt anything besides a dildo and that had nothing on the real deal. I started moaning loudly. I was so ready to cum. After he was in, and I was moaning like a cat in heat, I expected him to pick up the pace and start railing me, but he didn't. He started extremely slow. At first, I thought this was a sweet thing, to make sure I was ready, but after a significant period of time, he still hadn't picked up pace. I started trying to pull him up and fuck me faster. I tried to move my body down to increase the friction, but he wouldn't budge; and he kept me still. He said "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes" I begged. "Well there is one other thing that would help." "Anything, as long as you keep the condom on." I replied. "Okay, well I have a fetish. I like to be in control. Complete control." He got off me, and I felt a void as his dick left my pussy. He reached down into his bag, and he brought out a couple pairs of handcuffs and a blindfold. "No." I said, flatly. "I'm not stupid." "Oh okay, well that is good for you. I'll just leave them here in case you change your mind." Tim said, as he placed them next to me on the bed. He then got on top of me again, and slowly started teasing his dick into my hole. I started moaning ravenously, edging him onwards. I needed him to enter me now. All of him. I started begging "please. please. fuck me." "Oh, you want me to fuck you, well first, lets try these." He picked up the blindfolds had placed beside me and he moved to place them over my head. I didn't stop him. I could always take them off if I needed. As soon as they were on, the world went dark, and he finally fully entered me. Oh god he entered me. I felt his dick hitting spots I didn't know I had. He started slow at first, but started getting a little faster. As he did, I started moaning harder and harder; I could feel myself building towards an orgasm. I couldn't see or hear anything outside of this orgasmic lust as he started hammering me. Then I hear a click and I feel something close around my wrists. I move to remove the blindfold, but whatever is holding my wrists is too strong and my hands are pulled to the side of the headboard. I realize too late they're his handcuffs, and my hands are firmly trapped on either side of me. I yell out the motel name, and ask someone to come get me. Tim says "I don't know if that was a good idea..." he then pokes his penis back inside me. "besides which, I don't think it will matter at this point." His penis feels AMAZING. Like, it had felt good before, but now I can feel it's heat, I can feel my skin vibrate with the friction as he comes in and out. I start moaning, but then I realize why; he wasn't wearing a condom. "Wait," I gasp, breathless from the pleasure. "Please... condom..." "No." Tim replied. "It's far too late for that. You're a slut forever now." Tim finally picked up his pace as he started hammering my pussy. I tried to close my legs, but it was of no use, I was too weak and far too wet. I started screaming in pleasure. I could feel an orgasm coming. He started choking me. He said "No bitch, you don't cum until I do." but that just drove me crazy. He went into overdrive, thrusting his bare cock into me. I begged one last time "Please don't give me AIDS!" but his breath was ragged now. Between grunts he said "Oh no bitch, I've got a crazy high viral load, and your insides are all torn up. You're a goner for sure." At that, my body went into a wild orgasm. I started screaming in pleasure. Tim went into overdrive, thrusting his bare cock into me. I felt it expand, then Time left out a huge moan as he exploded inside me. I felt squirt after squirt of his poisonous cum coating my insides. I couldn't say anything for at least another 30 seconds though, as I was waiting for my own orgasm to subside. Finally, Tim pulled out of me and crawled off. When he did, all I felt was the emptiness. Fuck, did I want him back already? As if on command, I felt him return. "Hey baby." He said, except, there was no accent now. I couldn't tell before because of the blindfold, but this wasn't Tim. I panicked and tried to get out again, but this time I heard Tim's voice to the side. He said "I told you, you shouldn't have told them the name of the motel. Now they will show up and expect a turn. You did not really think they cared about your safety, did you/" The new guy already had his prick out and slid it into me, bare. "Nah bitch, I told you over text, you're a cock sleeve. Now you finally learn your place." The new guy started fucking me like Tim, hard and fast. After only a few minutes, he came inside me. Within seconds, someone else had taken his place. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was supposed to be safe? And now I had some 30 guys cumming in me in one night? I was almost certainly pregnant, with HIV, and some number of other STD's. Dear God, what have I done? At some point in the night I passed out. The next morning, I woke up and realized my hands were free. I pulled off the blindfold, but everyone had left. My laptop was still recording the live stream. I could see myself on the screen approaching it. I was covered in semen and blood. I closed the stream and considered what to do next. I wasn't sure how to feel. It was orgasmic, painful, terrifying, and somehow, I wanted it to happen again? I didn't know how to feel. I didn't get a chance either. Two days later, my mother called. One of my 'regulars' had sent my whole family the video. I hung up. I don't know what to think of that. A couple weeks later, I got the worst flu of my life. I then tested positive for HIV, and several other things. The night had probably ruined my life, but god was it fun, maybe even, freeing?

I'll be in pure cumdump mode tomorrow, when I go to naked day at the sauna. I haven't fucked a guy for weeks. I've wanked once since going two weeks ago. On that occasion, I actually wanked off in the steam room and shot my load all over the floor. I'm setting myself a target of at least 6 raw fucks and at least 3 loads. Wish me luck!

I want to be fucked, but if some guys just wanted to use my hole for a final place to unload that would be seriously horny too!!!!

Wanker’s Story: I still couldn’t think of why Sarge singled me out. We’d just gotten back from the field, tired and muddy. It was dark out, but it gets dark early in November at this latitude. At least that’s what was explained to me when I asked Bootlicker a couple weeks ago. There was something about the tilt of the earth, position around the sun, blah blah blah, something, something hemisphere seasons and rotating. Bootlicker had all the answers. I couldn’t remember jack shit. But as Sarge said, grunts don’t think, they get shit done. Bootlicker could have just said “because it gets dark “ and that would have been enough. But fucking no, he had to pull out his brain and write a fucking book. Like anyone needed a brain in the Army. Follow me, that’s all we needed to hear. Standing at attention waiting for who knows what left my mind time to wander. Sarge didn’t say a thing. He stood six feet away, behind me. No one else was there, but it was obvious we were waiting for someone else. “Don’t even breathe, Private Sendahl. Don’t you fucking move. Tell the truth, and maybe I can find a way to keep you in your unit. You DO NOT want to go where they send troublemakers.” Sarge growled in a whisper behind me. At that moment, the lieutenant walked in from the door across from us. I executed my very best salute, hoping it passed muster with Sarge. “At ease, Sergeant.” Having not been released, I remained at attention. The lieutenant sighed. “Well I didn’t need this headache after the stunt you pulled with the Bravos, Sarge. No gear, no equipment? And you knew it was going to rain. Anyway, it’s been dealt with. This childish bullshit though? This went beyond a simple prank. I get it, we compete with Alpha, Charlie and Delta. I look the other way, as do the other lieutenants. For most of it. We got lucky that Sergeant Horvath came to me. Rather than take it up the chain.” The lieutenant’s dark eyes stared at Sarge, then examined me. “He’s the one?” He asked. “Yes sir.” Sarge replied. The lieutenant paused. I could feel him sizing me up. 5’10”, 165 pounds, mostly muscle but I loved chips and donuts. Definitely in shape, I had nothing to be ashamed about. I could even see a couple abs if I flexed them. Brown hair in a regulation buzz cut, nothing extreme like the high and tight some guys wore, just short enough to not have to do anything with it. Demon liked his hair crazy, I just wanted to forget mine was there. I had other things to worry about, like the pranks I loved to commit. I slowly put it all together as lieutenant let the silence smother us all. Oooooohh, the drama. It was lost on me. I was trying to crank up my moronic brain to figure out what I was in trouble for. In my defense, it could have been, like, six things. I was really busy. But hearing Sergeant Horvath’s name, and a prank gone too far, it pointed to just one. Sergeant Charlie told the lieutenant what I did to Charlie’s shampoo in their showers. Still, I think they were overreacting. We called all the sergeants by their platoon designation. Charlie had four, we had four, the Alphas had three and the Deltas had four. Sergeant Horvath was one of the four Sergeant Charlies. “Well, Private. Explain yourself.” The lieutenant ordered. “Sir. I replaced the shampoo with contact adhesive, sir.” Did I see a grin starting? Nope. It disappeared. Back to Officer Angry-with-my-bullshit. Lieutenant Disappointed-with-my-childish-actions. “Do you consider your actions well thought out?” He asked. That stumped me. Was it a trap? I mean, of course I thought it out, I didn’t guess what to put in there, how to sneak into their showers, how mad they were going to be. I thought about it a lot. In fact, it gave me something to laugh about while I shivered in the cold rainy mud all last week. I thought about it probably a hundred times. That pretty much defined ‘well thought out’ in my head. “Uh, yes sir? I planned it all out, executed my mission, and I guess since I’m here , the results were successful. I guess my answer is yes.” “NO! THE ANSWER IS NO!” The lieutenant yelled. I flinched. “He turned to Sarge, who I couldn’t see. “Is he truly that brilliant AND stupid? “Sir, I believe he’s just stupid.” Sarge the rat bastard replied. I was honest. He told me to be honest. So, honest equals stupid. Lesson learned, oh great Army command! You’d think by now I would have learned you should NEVER give your honest assessment to a superior, unless you were in battle. “Don’t you love digging that latrine, Private?” An honest answer gets you a week of latrine duty. So you yell “I LOVE digging latrines for the Army, Sarge!” The lieutenant shifted back to me. “I’m going to let the Sergeant explain every boneheaded mistake you made. Not that it’s likely to make it into that dense bowling ball you carry around on your shoulders. And he gets to decide what to do with you. Dismissed.” I followed Sarge in silence. My Sarge, Sergeant Walters, wasn’t that much taller than me, but he was built like a brick shithouse. He probably weighed 185 or 190. He looked like he could break me into pieces. Wide, bulky shoulders tapered down to a 30 inch waist, then ballooned out to a meaty solid ass before thickening into beast like thighs and calves. His BDUs bloused perfectly at the top of his size 11 boots. Of course Sarge did everything we did in PT, but he also hit the gym twice a day. I’d seen him there on the few occasions I went myself . I couldn’t imagine how much he had to eat to maintain that level of physicality, but it had to be at least twice as much as me, but without the donuts and other garbage. He marched in that precise, measured stride that all soldiers eventually adopted, each step the same length, the same timing, only it wasn’t a stiff parade march, just a casual stroll. He probably had a favorite marching cadence that played constantly in his head. The man seemed to eat, breathe and sleep Army. I wondered which one. Whatever disciplinary consequences he was going to dole out, it wasn’t going to be in the Sergeant’s block in the barracks. So… unofficial punishment? See, I wasn’t as stupid as he thought. I congratulated myself with a self satisfied look on my face. As if he could see my face from 6 paces ahead of me, he growled “wipe that FUCKING grin off that ugly mug, Private!” He led me to another building on the post, one I hadn’t been permitted to enter before now. We got to a small room just large enough for a desk and filing cabinet. He closed the door behind him. I stood there off to the side and he came around to lean his ass against the military issue desk, your basic gun metal gray rectangular block of metal. “You’re not going to like this Private. But we have to do it. It’s going to keep you with your unit. Do you want to stay with your unit?” I gulped. I guess it just hit me that I was in bigger trouble than I figured. “Yes Sergeant, I want to stay.” “Then you’re going to have to take this like a man. You pissed off both the right guy, and the wrong one. See, Horvath was willing to keep this from going up the chain, which means you have an out. But you have to choose to take it. In your career with the Army, you’ll have many choices like this… well, not exactly like this, but we don’t always want to send things up the chain. It causes a mess. It brings investigations. It means paperwork and hearings and meetings with officers. It means black marks on your record. “. Sarge sighed. His voice became less intense, almost caring. “We could have looked the other way for all of this. I have to admit, contact adhesive… those Charlies had to shave their heads. I admire how diabolical that was.” He chuckled, crossing his arms, which made his pecs bulge into massive hills. His smile dropped. “Mistake one: you didn’t recon to detect surveillance. There are cameras inside and outside every barracks. Mistake two: you didn’t camouflage your appearance, and made yourself easily identifiable. Mistake three: you used military resources without authorization - the contact adhesive you took from maintenance, again without avoiding surveillance or employing camouflage. Those three things, we could have overlooked or at least turned into a minor infraction. But mistake four: the damage to the shampoo dispensers resulting in destruction of Army property… that’s taken very seriously. Do you understand, Private?” “I do, Sergeant.” I said in a weak voice. “What’s going to happen?” I was starting to get scared. It was just a prank, but Sarge was right. In my rush to prank the Charlies, I forgot my training. I KNEW all that shit. Although my unit wasn’t recon, we were still taught not to move without proper intelligence, revise the plan and mission accordingly, and most of all cause ONLY the damage necessary to accomplish the mission. We weren’t artillery, just letting the shells fly, blowing shit up. “Pain. Humiliation. And hopefully a lesson learned.” Sarge explained. He sighed again. “Drop your drawers Private, and lean over the desk, chest flat, legs spread.” I froze for a second, then went on automatic. I took off my trousers and boxers, feeling scrawny next to Sarge’s fit muscles. “I have to ask, Sendahl. Have you ever had anything up your ass?” “No Sarge, I’m not gay.” I said, slightly offended. “I’m not asking if you’re gay. You know I’m not allowed to ask that. Plenty of straight guys like getting their asses played with, sticking things up there, a girlfriend’s finger during a blowjob, their own finger when jacking off, vibrators, lots of stuff. No shame in that. No shame in being gay, either. I know a few gay soldiers. Good men, tough, dedicated. Know some lesbian soldiers too, and I can tell you now the Army, Marines and Navy have seen both gay and lesbian soldiers serve with honor, valor, bravery and distinction throughout our history. But I’m not asking if you’re gay. I’m saying what’s coming next would be easier if you were. Now, you have to choose. Horvath is going to come in here and fuck you in the ass. That’s the punishment he chose to make you serve. It will hurt like hell, but I can do something to make it not as painful. I can’t do anything about Horvath’s huge dick, but I can break you in before he gets here. He won’t be gentle, but I will. And hopefully you’ll be able to walk out of here on your own legs. But it’s up to you. Either you take your punishment from Horvath, or we send this up the chain. What will it be?” I’d heard nightmares about guys getting raped, how their assholes got torn up, their insides ruptured. I doubted Sarge and Horvath would do that to me deliberately, a soldier with an obviously raped ass would start an investigation that would make shampoo dispensers a joke. But it didn’t mean it couldn’t happen by accident. I had a choice, but it didn’t feel like a choice at all. Still, my training told me the more you accepted something disagreeable, the easier it was to complete the task. Running five miles was easier if you didn’t focus on the pain, but reminded yourself what you were getting out of it, becoming stronger. I looked Sarge in the eye. “I’m sorry I fucked up, Sarge. Thanks for finding a way out of this for me. I’ll take my punishment.” Sarge looked a little sad at first, which I appreciated. I felt better for the sympathy. Then he said “what’s pain, solder?” “Pain is what we eat for breakfast Sarge!” I barked back automatically. “Alright. I will let you in on a secret. This probably won’t be your only time taking it up the ass in the Army. So relax, it doesn’t mean anything, or change who you are. It doesn’t mean you’re gay, or going to turn gay. I’m not gay, but I’ve taken it up the ass more than a few times for my brothers. “ “Really? You?” In my surprise I forgot his address. He just raised one eyebrow, shrugged, then grunted. “On your knees, Sendahl.” He said, unbuckling his belt. “ I’m not going to be able to do this without some help. And you absolutely don’t want Horvath to be the first one in there.” I knelt in front of Sarge, watching him unzip and peel down his combat uniform pants and underwear. The tails of his shirt hung over his crotch, and he pulled it up, exposing his soft dick and hanging balls. His junk was shaved completely smooth, which wasn’t too much of a surprise. More and more guys were trimming or shaving completely. His set looked hefty, thick, and manly, even soft he hung about four or five inches. He began unbuttoning his shirt, then removed it and laid it out on the desk behind him. “Better get started. Take my dick in your mouth, get me hard.” He commanded. I scooted closer. I could smell the week of sweat and musk coming off his crotch. His meaty thighs pressed together and pushed his cock forward, his large nutsack supporting it. I could see his balls moving inside his sack. The smell wasn’t a turnoff, just reminded me of how all the guys smelled after a workout or hard duty, even myself. I closed my eyes and took his flaccid cock in my mouth. The first cock I had ever sucked. I’m not going to lie, I always admired Sarge, kind of worshipped him, his dedication, how he could be an asshole but always with the goal of making us better soldiers. He was tough, but fair. He looked out for our unit, saw to it that we were pushed past our limits but never too far. Something about thinking of him that way clicked my brain over from having to do something distasteful to trying to do my best. If that meant sucking his dick, I wanted to do it right. I pulled it all the way into my mouth and sucked. “There you go, that’s right. Press your nose up against my crotch.” He told me. “Don’t suck hard, that’s not the trick. Just a little suction. That’s it, you’re doing great, Sendahl. Now swirl your tongue around.” I could feel his shaft getting fuller, harder, more solid in my mouth. I thought I tasted a tangy flavor, just a little. I wondered what that was. “Good, now slowly back it out, but not all the way. Then go back down. Slow. Gentle. Use your tongue. That’s it. Reach up and play with my balls.” I was grateful for his instructions. I had no idea how to suck dick. I promised myself to remember what he was saying so I could use it with the girls I hooked up with. I almost laughed at the thought that giving a blowjob was going to get me better blowjobs for myself later. “Don’t swallow all your saliva, your spit makes it feel better. A sloppy blowjob is the best kind. Keep moving.” I placed my other hand on his upper thigh, unconsciously rubbing up to his stomach to feel his hard abs, then coming back down to his pubic area to feel the smooth skin at the base of his cock. I suddenly wanted my eyes open. This wasn’t as bad as I thought. His scent was making me a little dizzy, the humid heat of his powerful thighs hitting me in the face. His cock continued to grow every time I tried to get down to the base, which was just not possible anymore as he was too big and was starting to hit my throat, making me gag and choke. ‘Take it out and give it a couple strokes with your hand. There ya go.” I finally saw what I was dealing with. My first up close hard dick. A small string of spit bridged out from the thick head of his cock to my lips. He was about 7 to 8 inches long, so far, almost fully hard. I watched it as I stroked him, my other hand still fondling his big nuts. They reminded me of Sleeper’s nuts, hanging a good five inches down, loose and full. I wished my balls were like his. There was just something masculine about big nuts. “Keep stroking, and lick my nuts. Take them in your mouth, but just one at a time. You won’t be able to get both in at the same time.” I did as he ordered, letting my tongue run over his sack. The musky smell was stronger, the taste of old sweat kind of pleasant. I cleaned his entire scrotum with my tongue first, suddenly wanting to lap up that manly flavor I now associated with strength, power, authority, protection… and brotherhood. It was amazing. I had always thought dick was gross. That balls were funny, but nasty. But Sarge’s balls were symbols of male potency. Trophies of masculine power. Orbs of confidence and strength. That was the moment I knew it wasn’t going to be the only dick I ever sucked. That I wanted to smell that smell again, taste that male specific flavor. Feel that heat only a man’s crotch put out. Because of his nuts. I sucked his right nut inside my lips, past my teeth and found I wanted to swallow it whole. But they weren’t the size of walnuts, or small plums like most guys. Like Sleeper’s nuts, Sarge’s testicles were each the size of a healthy lime. I wanted them in my throat, I wanted to choke on them, each one. He was right, I’d never get them both in my mouth at the same time. But I wasn’t a quitter. And I wanted that, NEEDED that, needed to feel their firm softness filling my entire mouth. Positioned like I was, I looked up at Sarge past my hand still stroking his now hard, spit soaked dick, who was looking down at me with a pleased grin. “You like my nuts, Sendahl?” He asked with genuine curiosity. I let his right nut go from my suction, tightening my lips around it and tugging on it with my mouth as it passed through. “Fuck. They’re fantastic. And the way they smell and taste. I never thought a guy’s nuts would be like this.” And then I opened as wide as I could and stuffed both of them into my mouth, knowing I had to do it, I had to get all of them inside me. God, they were warm. I couldn’t even close my mouth, just had to jam my tongue in and around them without letting my teeth close. I heard Sarge groan. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkk, soldier. Close your mouth a little, put some pressure on those beauties.” I did as ordered. I had to try to swallow, my mouth was filling with so much saliva I was going to drown myself on his incredible balls. I tried to bring my lips together around his upper sack, still keeping my teeth open. It wasn’t easy. I almost could, but didn’t want to hurt his most sensitive tools of manhood. “More.” He gasped. I could tell he was loving what it was doing. I decided to try to swallow. I let my throat open to drain the copious saliva, and one of his nuts went down. I almost choked, but I reflexively clamped my mouth down on his second nut, pressing my lips to the loose velvety skin of his upper nutsack. I gulped, kept gulping to get his nut to pass through my throat. I fucking lost my mind. My gripping throat was yanking his nuts, like a seal yakking down fish. “Fuck YES! Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck!” Sarge panted. He stopped my hand stroking his dick. “Easy. Easy on my dick. Don’t make me shoot. How the fuck are you doing that?” He removed my hand, then opened his thighs to straddle my head, letting his hard dick rest on my forehead. “Stay there as long as you can breathe, kid. Fuck, no one has ever done that. “ My chin was now nestled up against his taint. I was still gulping, pulling his nut in my throat that wouldn’t descend further. I was amazed I wasn’t choking or gagging. It was just this firm globe stretching my throat just past my tonsils, but in spite of its size it felt good back there. My tongue and palate caressed and sucked the heady, musky flavor of his other nut, which felt like it fit perfectly in my mouth now. As I gulped, my chin rubbed across Sarge’s taint, and I could feel him pressing down into me, grinding the tender area into my chin. I kept it up for ten more seconds, but I had to breathe. Expelling those gorgeous orbs took a little care, so my teeth didn’t scrape them or tear skin. As they came free, his cock spasmed on my forehead, then trailed down between my eyes and across my cheek, leaving a thick trail of precum on its way. “Shit, that was amazing.” Sarge said, running his big paw across my buzz cut. “Get up on the desk, lay back on your back.” He pointed me to where he’d laid out his uniform and undershirt. I was glad I didn’t have to lay on the cold bare metal of the desk. “Lift your legs. We have to get you loosened up. Horvath will be here at 21:30. That gives me 15 minutes to get you ready to take the pounding he’s going to give you.” I did as he instructed, finding that laying on the warmth of his uniform calmed my nerves. I smelled him coming off the fabric. His scent familiar to me now, a smell I would never forget. In later years, I’d occasionally get a whiff of that scent from some other man around me, and my mind would instantly flash back to this moment. I’d look to see if he was near, my heart speeding up involuntarily, but knew that was impossible. He’d changed something in me. Whatever nightmare was about to happen, it was okay because my Sarge was there. I held my knees up to my chest, exposing my virgin hole. I decided that if I was going to get my cherry popped, Sarge was the only man I wanted to do it. I trusted him completely. He was doing this to protect me, save me from further pain and humiliation. I didn’t even care if he got something out of it. In fact I hoped he enjoyed it. Sick, I know. But you have to be in that situation, with a man like Sarge, to understand. I looked at him moving around to come up to my open asscheeks. I didn’t feel ashamed having another dude looking at my asshole. Whatever he needed to do, I fully accepted it. I was even a little curious how he would feel. I knew the heat of him, that warmth radiating off his huge body. It was too cold for us to be sweating, so his skin wasn’t shining, just completely smooth from his neck to his knees. I don’t know if he shaved his body too, but it made sense that he would. A muscle bulged on every part of him, big, solid pecs, rounded heavy shoulders, biceps that bunched up with every arm movement. You could tell his hair was blonde, its short clip reflecting the overhead lights. I breathed deeply and laid my head back on his uniform. I felt some warm drops of liquid going down my ass and running across my hole. I twitched. “Just a little lubricant, kid. Relax. Breathe. I got you. “ I did just that. But needed something more. I was afraid to ask, but more afraid not to. “Sarge. I need your smell. I’m sorry, I don’t want to be a pussy. But it relaxes me.” Knowing almost everything was under my back meant his underwear was the only article left. “Can… can I have…” “It’s okay, kid. This is going to be difficult. Just ask. No shame, remember.” I could have cried at the tenderness in his voice. “Your underwear. I need to smell you.” I felt his fingers leave the area around my hole. “Here you go. You want them on your face? Might be better that way so you can’t see anyway.” He held his boxer briefs up. They were black, Hanes. Good, I thought. The more they hugged his beautiful nuts the better. I wanted them in my mouth again, but his shorts would work just fine for smell, especially if he’d worn them for a long time. I nodded. “You sure? I’ve worn them all week, didn’t have a chance to change into new ones before this.” Again, concern for me filled his voice. “I’m sure. The stronger the better. You smell good.” Sarge chuckled. “It’s your funeral, kid. I hope they don’t make you pass out.” He bunched the up and pressed them to my face, holding them down onto my mouth and nose. “Breathe deep, I’m getting a finger in.” I sucked in the overwhelming odor of unwashed balls, his natural and specific mix of testosterone, sweat, hormones, and what I recognized as the slight tinge of dried piss and cum. His cum. From his balls. His incredible nuts. I wanted to suck the juices out of those Hanes boxer briefs. I wished I could. I felt my dick stir, just a little. “You okay, kid? Still with me? You’re doing great.” I hadn’t even realized he’d inserted two fingers in my tight nineteen year old ass. I initially went to clamp down, but instantly realized from the sharp pain that doing that was a mistake. I nodded and grunted an affirmative. “Good job soldier. We’ll get you there.” His large fingers moved around, gently massaging me from the inside while pressing and rubbing the outside of my sphincter with his other fingers. It didn’t feel all that terrible. My dick filled out another inch. “Another breath. Let my shorts take your mind off of what I’m doing.” He didn’t judge, didn’t say it cruelly. He actually sounded like he understood why I liked it. I breathed, and decided to get the fabric in my mouth. I pulled it in with my lips and teeth and ran my tongue over the material, and tasted a saltiness that made my mouth water. The flavor was intoxicating, knowing it was made by Sarge’s own body. I lost myself in savoring it, knowing I was moaning softly. “Well done, kid. I’m in. The hard part is over.” I reached up to move his underwear away from my eyes, refusing to take them away from my nose and mouth. Sarge was now pressed up against my ass, I couldn’t see his dick at all. God, he was burning hot against my ass. How could he put out so much heat? It felt good. His huge body stood above me, a gentle smile playing across his face. “I guess you like my shorts too? Glad they could help. It was like you didn’t even know what I was doing, you were so relaxed I slid right in, right to the balls.” “You’re in me? All the way in me?” I asked, muffled by his underwear on my mouth. “Oh yeah, and you feel pretty good in there. Now, I’m going to start slow, and it will be uncomfortable, but just keep doing what you’re doing. Then I’ll speed up. “ “Okay , Sarge. Do it. Fuck me. Open me up.” I knew the point was so that Sergeant Charlie didn’t injure me, and that maybe I wouldn’t be in any pain. I was glad I missed the exact moment Sarge popped my cherry. I didn’t want to know that. But I would remember his fuck. The only fuck I’ve ever had that made me think about being gay. His hard shaft pulled out slightly, then moved back in, so slow, so gentle, just easing in and out. I sucked more on his boxer briefs, moving them around so I could find the exact spot where the head of his dick sat pressed against his balls. I wanted the piece that was the most fully saturated with his musk. I inhaled it, drank it up while my head spun. I found it erotic and satisfying while driving a hunger I couldn’t describe. More, I wanted more. “There you go, kid. You feel amazing. So relaxed . You are taking all of me, so easily. Your ass feels amazing grabbing onto my dick. That’s it, it’s okay to enjoy it. No shame. Take your Sarge’s cock.” I let out a long, deep moan. It did feel good, stroking so deep inside of me, his thickness stretching my hole with every plunge. I relaxed my legs, letting my knees drop to either side of my chest. I wanted him deeper, wanted my ass open as much as I could manage to get him in. Just that small adjustment created a new feeling, I could sense every inch of his full manhood sliding in and out of me. It sent me to another place. I could feel those low hanging limes hitting my ass as he shoved into me, every stroke going all 8 inches from his head to the base, which felt even thicker than the rest of his shaft. All the way out. All the way back in, bottoming out every time with a little more force. Sarge watched me moan, saw my eyes travel across his sturdy muscles. “Touch me if you want. Do you want to feel my body while I fuck your tight grunt hole? “ I realized I did. I wanted to feel how he flexed with every thrust. I wanted to feel the animal hunt, attack, and feed. I reached up and grabbed ahold of his left pec, feeling its solidity, its sheer size that dwarfed my average hand. I grabbed and massaged, noticing how it tightened up on his downstroke, then relaxed on his withdrawal. His rhythm didn’t vary, still slow and even as he plunged his hard cock into my hole again and again. I suddenly wanted to feel his ass while he thrusted, knowing that was where his power originated for every stroke inside me. I moved both hands down his stomach, tracing every single abdominal muscle as they tightened and released. No fat, just skin over muscle. I suddenly thought of Zeus, our God, and wondered if he looked like this. He probably looked better, if that were possible. I reached Sarge’s hips, caressing them, feeling the bones of his pelvis, only a little harder and more solid than his muscles. My hands traveled around to his big, firm ass, so solid just like the rest of him. His glutes squeezed and relaxed, matching his pistoling cock. I unconsciously flexed my ass as he did, and Sarge gasped. “Yeah, I could feel that.” He said. “If you want to drive your buddy crazy, just do that on his dick. It feels amazing. Try it again.” I did. I tried to gauge when it affected Sarge the most. I waited until his head pulled almost all the way out, then flexed on it so his dick had to force its way back in. It didn’t even hurt, but the grunt from Sarge told me that was a good feeling. I did that a few times, using my hands on his ass to pull him into me harder every time. By now I had lost any inhibitions, I grunted and moaned whenever his thick cock hit me just right. “There it is. It feels good if you allow yourself to enjoy it.” Sarge said. “Best you don’t tighten down with Horvath, not this time. Just open up as much as you can, let him do his thing. God knows that’s what I do when he wants it. You’ll feel like a train is running up your shit tunnel, but he won’t take long. Horvath likes a quick violent bang. He’ll take you from behind, he thinks looking at who he fucks is too intimate. Which brings me to how I like to end things.” Sarge bent over, removing his now soaked underwear from my mouth. He smiled. “Looks like I’ll have to refill these for you. I think you sucked them clean. “ I gazed up into his ice blue eyes. I never noticed before how kind and soulful they were. His blonde eyebrows could hardly be seen, so light and thin as they were. His tanned face was clean shaven, his nose straight and not too large. It felt so strange studying the face of a guy who was shoving his dick in and out of my ass. My ass that I never thought would take a cock. My ass that I never thought would ENJOY taking a cock. I figured at that moment, it all depended on who was doing the fucking. I suddenly felt very lucky, very happy to expose my vulnerability. To this man, who was so kind, gentle, understanding and accepting. He must have seen the look on my face, the thankfulness in my eyes. “Aww, kid. I knew you had it in you. That feeling you’re having? That’s your love for your fellow brother. That’s why we do what we do out there. That’s why we sacrifice ourselves, why we’d step in front of any grenade, take any bullet for them. That’s what all of this means. That there’s nothing we wouldn’t do if they asked, if they were in need. I love you, brother.” “I love you brother.” I repeated. And then Sarge kissed me. A deep, searching kiss full of passion and need, love and understanding. Our tongues fought as he increased the pace of his strokes. But he always gave an extra hard shove when he bottomed out. I was kissing him furiously by now, wanting every part of him inside me. I was moaning like a whore. My entire body was on fire, willing him to fuck into me harder, deeper, more violently. And he didn’t disappoint. I could feel his passion increase, his thrusts become desperate. His cock felt like it was growing inside my ass, which pushed me into a frenzy. “Fuck me Sarge. Fuck me deep. I want you to fuck me like you own me. Please! “ I begged. I was still grabbing onto his rock hard ass, violently pulling him. I wrapped my legs around his waist to get even more leverage. “Yeah brother, I got you. I’m going to give you a fucking you’re never going to forget. I’m going to destroy your hole with my big dick. You want that? You want me to shoot my load inside you? You want my seed deep?” He said the words into my open mouth, punctuating them with his wide soft tongue. He bit my lip, nibbled on my tongue, slobbered all over my mouth, his saliva driving me insane as I tasted that part of him. “Fuck yes, Sarge! Use my ass like a pussy, fuck your cum inside me. Fuck it as deep as you can get it. I want it all.” I didn’t care what was coming out of my mouth. Sarge growled deep, “Yeah, your tight virgin grunt hole is gonna get filled up, buddy. I’m gonna take your cherry like a man. My little swimmers are going to flood your cunt. Your tight grunt hole is milking my fucking cock. Do that thing. Grab onto that dick you love and stroke it with your sweet little hole.” I didn’t hesitate. I started flexing my ass, and oh my God it felt so good. My arms were around his neck, my ankles and heels pressing on his ass with every thrust. He was plowing me like an animal, a huge sweating, mindless beast. His sweat, the scent it created on his skin pushed me over the edge. “Oh fuck, oh shit oh fuckfuckfuck” my dick started shooting cum up between us, his abs crushing my cock and balls. My nuts were practically inside my abdomen they were drawn up so tight. I spasmed every time his pole bottomed out, I lost count how many times I squirted. Halfway through my own incredible orgasm, Sarge grunted loud and deep. “Here it comes, kid. Take my load.” Then he speared his engorged cock deeper than he’d been before, let out a primal groan, threw his head back and his dick began throbbing and pulsing as he shot his heavy thick cum deep inside my guts. He pulled back once, and did the whole thing again, shoving his dick as deep as he could go. Once more , he repeated the shove, the groan, the throbbing. By the third one I was done cumming myself, so I could feel the spurts of his dick. He was pouring his seed inside me. That seed he made in his beautiful nuts, just this fuck, just for me. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me, finding my mouth with his. The kiss he gave me was tender, generous, soft and gentle. “Mmmmmm, nothing like that feeling. Brother to brother. Giving each other a piece of ourselves. Taking away the pain.” Sarge mumbled. “Fuck! I love it every time!” He looked at me and smiled. “You’re a hot fuck, grunt. How was that? You okay?” I stared up at Sarge. I couldn’t believe it could feel that good. “That was amazing! I came without touching myself. I didn’t know you could cum with a huge dick fucking your ass, by HAVING a huge dick fucking you. Holy fuck Sarge!” Sarge chuckled. “The smaller ones are fun too, if they’re used right. But don’t worry, you’re not going to get all dick hungry. At least I don’t think so. You don’t seem the type.” “I don’t know, Sarge. I don’t WANT to get fucked again, but I kinda want to get fucked again.” I watched Sarge stand up, his cock still buried inside me, not softening at all. He looked down at my stomach and chest, then at his stomach, both smeared with my unintentional load. He swiped a big puddle with his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking my sperm off, licking them clean. “Not bad, kid.” He took another swipe, gathering more, and sucked it off his fingers too. “You surprised? Don’t be. Your brother’s seed is precious. Some guys don’t care for it, but I feel you honor your brother by taking his seed. Besides, yours tastes pretty good.” With that he leaned forward and licked my stomach clean. Slurping along, he came to my now soft dick, moving it into his mouth to clean it off. “Thanks kid.” He said after he finished. “I’m glad you enjoyed this. I wanted your first time to be good, to show you what it COULD be. You probably won’t enjoy Horvath quite as much, but who knows? It won’t feel bad or hurt if you allow yourself to enjoy it. That’s really the key.” As if Sergeant Charlie had a hidden signal, he walked in the door. He was so fast, I didn’t have a chance to jump or cover myself. Besides, Sarge didn’t move, letting his hands stroke my torso lazily. I was so relaxed I found I didn’t care. I just knew I didn’t want Sarge to take his hard dick out of my ass. But you don’t get what you want in the Army. “He broken in Walters?” Sergeant Charlie asked. I expected him to be angry, or at least gruff and sour. But instead he seemed like he was in a good mood. What the fuck? I couldn’t figure these Segeants out. “Yep Horvath. I gave him the good. Now you gotta give him the bad.” Sarge said. “You know I hate being the bad guy, Walters.” Sergeant Charlie complained. “Just once I’d like to be the good guy.” Sarge chuckled. “You know you can’t be the one to take a virgin grunt hole, Paul. You’re way too big. It never works. You need an assist? The kid’s got a great mouth, but he’s too green to manage your horse dick.” Horvath nodded and unbuckled his belt. “Yeah. Just get me hard.”

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Week 3 When I woke Monday I went and picked up my check and had my blood drawn. The guy who drew the sample told me that I didn’t look all that good. I told him that when I woke up I wasn’t feeling all that well. He suggested that I go home and climb into bed for the day. After taking my check to the bank I did as he suggested and spent the next 3 days in bed. I woke Thursday starting to feel better and was grateful since I did not want to miss the next trial session Friday night. I headed to the testing, received my shot and got fucked like I had the previous two weeks. I saw the hottie and his roommate who double fucked me the week before. Half the night I spent with them tag teaming me, fucking and seeding my hole. After we were all done we exchanged numbers as the sun came up. Week 4 The week started like normal. I picked up my check and had my weekly blood draw when I was asked if I’d like to make some extra money this final week. I was interested in more money and asked how. I was told if I consented to spending the weekend getting multiple doses of the drug. The testing would start as early as I was available Friday and would last until Sunday. My interest was definitely peaked so I asked how much more could I earn? If I was available the entire time I could make $750. I could get an extra $250 if I was willing to try multiple forms of the drug. That made a total of $1000 I would make in addition to the $750. I couldn’t resist and agreed to the weekend testing. When I arrived Friday afternoon I prepared for a long weekend of sex. I was taken to the sling again and was prepped for my shot. I didn’t say a word as I laid there as the fixed tourniquets on both my arms. The shots were administered in both arm at the same time, but the tourniquets were removed one at a time. First the right one was pulled off and I felt the drug work into my chest as I coughed out and with no warning the left one was pulled off and I felt that hit me hard. As I lay there I began to hear a ringing in my ears and had a little trouble focusing as I felt something cool being inserted into my ass. I faintly recall someone saying that I was given a suppository that would slowly melt and ass to my high. My high, I thought this was a sex enhancement drug not a drug that gets a guy high. I was trying to comprehend what was being said but all I knew was that I needed to be fucked. It didn’t take long before I was starting to get fucked. One by one each guy began to fuck me as I began to feel a slight burn in my ass and felt the feeling of the drug begin to get stronger. As the weekend continued they kept giving me one form of the drug or another. At one point I was taken out of the sling and I was laid over a bed to allow my ass to rest. As I lay there and fed a nice cock to suck I felt a stinging on my low back. I had no clue what was going on. I was then put back in the sling where the fucking resumed. I guess that it was Sunday as I began to come around. I was no longer in the testing facility. I did not recognize where I was until I saw a guy with a towel over his shoulder that read “The Boys Club”. I knew this to be the local bath house near campus. I was trying to figure out how I was now at the local bath hose when I felt a slight sting on my low back. I got up and as I wondered around I found a key around my wrist. It had a number on it that I was told was a locker where I would find my clothes. As I pulled my underwear on I felt a sting as the waist band rested on my low back. I walked over to the mirror and looked to see a tattoo half hidden by the waist band of my underwear. I lowered the band so I could see the full tattoo to find that same strange symbol I saw on some many guys who fucked me over the 4 weeks of the trial. As I was looking at the tattoo a guy walked in and asked if I liked his work. He continued that they didn’t see many guys my age who bug chased and then celebrated testing poz with a biohazard tattoo.