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When I was in college the most common way to hook up was in the various men;s rooms on campus. Before long I discovered all of the cruisy toilet rooms. I remember sitting in a stall, tapping my foot and before long the guy in the next stall would be on his knees exposing his hard dick for me to suck. There was a very obscure men's room in the basement of an older administration building. The men's room was at the bottom of the stairs. It was old and had a sink, a urinal, a toilet stall and a shower stall that looked like it wasn't used in decades. There was a peep hole drilled into the stall that separated the toilet from the urinal, There was little reason to go here unless you were cruising for sex. I was horny one afternoon and thought I would check it out. I was pleasantly surprised to see someone in the stall. I went to the urinal and started to stroke my dick and noticed the peep hole get darker signaling the guy in the stall was peering through it. I continued to stroke until I was rock hard and then decided to make the move to the front of the stall..I stood at the stall, displaying my hard dick when soon the door swung open and I was greeted by a gorgeous hispanic male sitting on the toilet with his legs spread. He was about 20 and his shirt was off displaying a hot hairy chest. He had a two day old beard and his hair was pulled back in a bun. But the most impressive thing was his thick uncut dick. It was 8', dark with a thick bush. He motioned for me to come closer and took my dick into his mouth. OMG it felt so great. He deepthrotead me, then licked my balls and even fingered my hole. I reached down and pulled out my poppers, took a few hits and handed them to him. This just made his blow job more intense. I didnt want to cum yet so i pulled out of his mouth, pulled him up and started kissing him. He was an awesome kisser and was really into it. I loved his full lips and how our tongues were intwined. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me, I hadnt been fucked much but he turned me on so much I really wanted it. I asked if he had any condoms. He didnt but he said he would not cum inside me. I agreed and then went down on his cock to get it as wet as possible As I sucked him I realized how fat his dick was but I was in love and wanted it. I stood up, bent over, spit on my fingers to wet my ass, took a huge hit of poppers and waited for his dick to enter. He slowly pushed in my tight hole, but quickly I pulled forward as there was too much resistance in my dry hole. I put his dick in my mouth again slobbering as much saliva as possibe and bent over again, He slid in my wet hole and began fucking. My ass juices started flowing and the ride got smoother, but my god he was big. I felt like such a slut bent over in a sleazy mens room getting fucked bareback, We shared poppers some more as continued to fuck and telling me how great my hole felt. This went on for another few minutes when he all of a sudden stopped and pulled out. He said he had a "dry orgasm" and didn't cum. andI didn;t feel anything. He kissed me, git dressed and left. I took my time getting dressed and then started climbing the stairs, When I got to the top My shorts felt really wet. I went back into the mens room, dropped my pants and notices my boxers were soaked and there was than unmistaken scent of cum. I was so turned on and never asked for a condom again

So, I’ve been off of prep for a good 2 months. In fairness, I’ve been busy with work and a new business I’m building so I thought my hookup days would be non existent for a few months. I was lucky enough to have a business meeting near a local cruise lounge. So I thought, fuck it. I’d swing past and see what happens. I cleaned myself up just to be safe. I finished my meeting at about 9 and drove to the cruise lounge, The Den. I wandered in and bought some fresh poppers on the way in. I had a look around quickly, it was a busy night. About 15 guys in there, all sitting around doing nothing. Not a promising start. I headed into the suckatorium and there was nobody to suck! So I went over to the Gloryholes. I headed into a corner cubicle, they’ve got 2 holes to play with. I stripped down and got on my knees with my poppers in hand. after a matter of seconds, the cubicle next to me was occupied. I peeked through the hole but hadn’t adjusted to the darkness yet, I couldn’t see anything. I heard the distinct sound of a fly being undone and pants being removed. I took a big whiff of my poppers, in anticipation of a nice cock to suck. Just as the rush went to my head, a nice thick cock came through the hole. I could barely see it, but I wanted to taste it. I took this strangers cut cock in my mouth and to my surprise, he was pierced. I’ve never played with a pierced cock before. It was a thick bar, hanging from his frenulum. I loved working over it with my tongue. I felt his cock grow fuller as I worked his shaft with my mouth. He would’ve been about 7 inches and a nice thickness. I choked on this Beautiful cut cock for about 5-10 minutes before he pulled out of the hole. I took a big hit of poppers, and put my mouth right over the hole, to give him the opportunity to fuck my throat if he wanted. He put his head to his side of the hole and told me to bend over…I was rushing from my last hit of poppers and wasn’t thinking straight at all. Poppers where what made me first get barebacked. As I pulled my head away from the hole, I finally got a glimpse into his side. That’s when I saw it, a small little scorpion tattoo, just below his belt line. I saw it as I saw him lubing up his cock. I was a little nervous at the sight of the scorpion, but I just pushed it to the back of my mind, for all I know, this guy just likes scorpions, right? I took another hit of my poppers and backed my hole right up against the gloryhole, I feel the warmth of his head resting against my hole, slightly pushing itself into me. This top clearly knows how to work his way into a tight hole. After a few seconds of just the head, I had a bit of pain, as his pierced frenulum slid raw inside me. It hurt, but in a really hot, dirty way. Once he was past the piercing, he just fed my hole the rest of his cock. I felt every inch of this strangers cock, raw inside me. He thrust in and out of me, each time pulling almost all the way out. I would feel his head nearly leave my hole, before slowly filling me up again. I was in heaven. I was huffing my poppers with one hand, while leaning against the wall with the other. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to Cumming. After a few more deep strokes, I had a total hands free orgasm, my cock oozing cum all down my legs. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a great fuck. I felt this top pick up his pace. He was using my hole relentlessly. Shoving his thick cock deep inside me. I felt him spasm as he pushed deep inside me. I felt bud pulsing cock, filling me with his hot Cum. He kept his cock in me, until he went soft again. When he pulled out, he laughed, thanked me and went on his was. I was done. I grabbed some paper towel to wipe the cum off my legs And the lube from my hole. I wasn’t letting his cum go though, I earned that man’s load. When I wiped, I noticed a bit of blood… I think that piercing may have been there for a reason, he did seem to pull it past my hole a number of times. I’m hoping I’m still negative, but also really love the idea of being a poz whore…

Part 9 I walked to the other side of the bed, and grabbed lube, poppers and my bag of shards from the drawer. Walking back, I whistled again, “Nice view nephew. You enjoying yourself?” He remained silent as I moved behind him and got on my knees. I opened the poppers and handed them to him. “You ever used these?” When he shook his head, I told him, “Watch.” I showed him how to hit, holding each nostril closed while I hit the other.” I tossed the bottle next to him and told him, “Wait until I tell you. Understand?” He nodded and then added, “Yes, Uncle.” I grabbed the lube and poured some down his spread crack. I lubed up my finger and pressed it to his hole. I saw the grimace and smiled. “You’re going to want to open for my finger. You’re gonna need it.” I kept the pressure up until I breached the hole and slid all the way in. There was a squeal of pain and I asked, “Am I your first?” He glared and grunted, “Yes, uncle.” I smiled and said, “I’m touched that you’ve waited to give me your cherry. You ready for me to take it?” He didn’t answer and I didn’t punish him. “I’ll take that as a no. I’m glad.” I started sliding the finger in and out, his hole loosening a little. I pulled out, applied more lube and held up two fingers. “Gotta spread that hole some more. Bet you’re never this kind to the girls are you? Big dicked straight boy, bet you just pound into them.” I placed my two fingers at his hole and said, “Like this,” and drove them in as hard as I could. This time he couldn’t hold back. He screamed in pain, and tears flew. “No, please. Fuck you.” He immediately saw my face change, the anger come across me. He tried to start a useless apology but I glared at him, pulling my fingers out of his hole. Instead of punishing him through his hole, I saw a better option, two of them in fact. I grabbed his nutsack and squeezed his balls as far down in the sack as they’d go, before pulling it back between his legs. He was already grimacing in pain, probably never having his sack or balls manhandled like that. “Watch your mouth, you’ll regret saying stuff like that. Look at me, boy. Remember you brought this all on yourself. LOOK. AT. ME.” With each word, I gave his sack another tug. I could see several things flash across his face and through his eyes, including pain and anger. “To teach him respect and obedience, without injuring him, I took my other hand and slapped his nuts. It wasn’t as hard as the slaps, but enough to make him cry out in pain. I said nothing as I let go of his sack and kept my eyes locked on his.” At this point, Lamont looked to Jamal, who nodded his head. “I learned, quickly, not to mouth off.” I grabbed my baggie, pulled out a big shard, told him, “I’m going to give you something that will help you take your punishment a little easier. It will hurt going in and then it’s going to burn like a mother fucker. Do or say whatever you want; it ain’t going to help.” I then relubed his hole and my fingers. I placed the shard at his hole, scratched it around as I watched his pain. “Take a deep breath from the bottle, one at each nostril, and hold it.” He did and was able to hold it for 10 seconds. “Release.” As he did, I rammed the shard in deep. I smiled at his reaction as the pain registered and he screamed again at the scrape of the shard entering him. When the burn started, he began crying, begging me to take it out. “This is your fault Jamal. If you had just followed the rules, I wouldn’t have to do this to you. You know what T is?” Through the burn he shook his head. “T? No, please. Meth? Oh go…ohhhh” “There it is. You know what’s up there now don’t you?” All he could do was moan in pleasure. I slid my fingers out. I stayed there watching his hole quiver. I watched as the meth took over his mind. Most shocking? I watched as his cock went from soft to hard, rock hard, in a matter of seconds. “Interesting.” I lightly touched my fingers to his hole and is face immediately snapped up, his eyes a dark shade as he began to whimper. “What’s going on boy? Tell Uncle what’s going on?” He fought the thoughts and feelings coursing through his body. I continued the light rubbing of his hole, watching it opening and closing at my touch. “Noooo…. Please no more…. Oh fuck,” he was now trying to fight. I picked up the bag and grabbed another shard, this one bigger, and showed it to him. “You can have more if you want. You seem to like it. Do you want more, Jamal?” He struggled, trying to fight the need. He began to shake his head and say, “Nooo…” I took hold of his cock. “Doesn’t that feel good, your dick so fucking hard? Your dick likes it. Your hole,” resuming the tickling, “likes it too.” Lamont looked to Jamal, who said, “I had no idea what was going on, other than my dick had never been harder than at that moment. My hole was responding to uncle’s fingers, but I didn’t want anything there. All my nerve endings seemed to be on fire.” “My mind broke, completely, then. I nodded my head.” “What’s that little boy? I couldn’t hear you.” He looked at me and begged, “Please.” “Please? Please what?” “Please, give me more.” “More what? Where?” “Fuuuuuck. Please uncle, give me more meth. Please….” ”Where, boy? Where do you want it? Where do you need it?” ”I watched in wicked glee as his last vestiges of macho pride disintegrated. His face and eyes had betrayed him before the words did.” ”Up… my… a.. ass. I need it up my ass, please.” I smiled and said, “I think you’re ready. Slide back. You want it, you take it.” He never broke eye contact as he slid back. His eyes squinted in pain as the shard scraped as it breached his hole. He slid backwards all the way down my fingers. His eyes flew open as this burn, more intense then the first, started. i found his prostate and shoved the shard right up against, making him fly harder. He tried making sounds, words, but nothing could process. I pulled my fingers out and lubed up my dick. “Keep your eyes on me boy. Watch me turn you out.” I moved into place, the head of my dick at his spasming hole. I took both his hips in my hands, centered him, and began pulling him back as I pushed forward. His eyes spread even wider as, even with the meth, the pain began to register in his brain. He started whimpering, like a good virgin, begging me to stop. “You ever stop when you’re on top? Those girls begging you not to break them open? DO YOU?” He looked at me and just shook his head. I think he fully realized at that moment, there was no stopping me. I was going to break him: his pride, his hole, his manhood. “To his credit, he never relented, never gave in. But he was broken none the less.” He groaned as the big head breached his hole. I looked down, amazed at his virgin hole spread open around my dark cock. He began blubbering incoherent words. I grabbed my phone and took a picture. I reached forward and showed him his hole, spread open by my dick. “Oh god…please.” “Ready boy? I’m going to rearrange those guts.” With that, I began my assault on his hole. I kept a steady push inward, enjoying the pain and fear in his face and eyes as I pushed forward constantly. When I felt I was in as deep as he could take on his virgin tour, I pulled back and pressed in. “Look at me baby boy. I’m going to go easy on you this first time, but know this. This is just the beginning. That hole is mine, when I want it and where I want it. Understood?” He nodded and, without needing to be told, said, “Yes, uncle.” I slid in and out, resisting the urge to really pound him, until I felt my climax coming. “I’m going to shoot my load baby boy. You want it don’t you? Up that tight ass. Tell me what you want.” “Noooo, please, don’t shoot in me.” “Too. Fucking. Bad,” I bellowed, blowing my first load in him. “Over the next few hours, I pumped four more loads in him. By the end, he begged for it. Didn’t you, baby boy.” Still looking up at Lamont, “Yes I did uncle.”

Had a lunchtime hookup with a UPS driver, He let me suck him for maybe thirty seconds and then he turned me around, bent me over and starting pounding, rough but it felt fantastic. I was really getting into it, moaning, got a little lound when he went deep. The third time it happened he stopped, pulled out and said " I don't need a fucking wife, I just need a hole", then he went REALLY deep. I came. I think my ass tightened on his cock because he came a few moments after. Pulled up his trousers, and left without a word.

Last night I went to a cum a dump party I was one of three bottoms. The party was from 9-2 am. People could cum and go ad they liked I lay on my stomach in one of the bedrooms I got like 9 tops who just wanted a hole to fill one guy in particular was like 23 He just came by to fuck . He shot his load quickly however stayed in me He then got hard and shot another load up my ass tired and full of cum when I left

I was perusing BBRT one day recently when a new message popped up. It was from a guy more than 200 miles away from me. Normally I ignore messages from guys as close as 25-30 miles away, as the distance can often be an insurmountable challenge. In my part of the Northeast, a simple 30 mile drive can take an hour or more when you factor in traffic, and considering how often guys flake on me, it just hasn't been worth my time or effort to try. This one was different, though. His profile pic was of a beautiful and massive piece of manmeat, and the moment I saw it my hole twitched involuntarily. Looking through the rest of his profile, I saw that his "intos" included anonymous, gang bangs, raunch, and chubs. He was all top, answering "No" to both "take loads orally" and "take loads anally." And, he was undetectable. I lie on my profile and say that I'm on PrEP, but undetectable guys don't scare me. In fact, it's a turn-on taking undetectable loads from strangers. Turned out, this top guy was REALLY into chubs, and traveling through my area in a couple of days, and he expressed just how eager he was to meet me. Now, I'm attached and can't host, but I have discovered during the pandemic that my building is full of storage rooms - empty spaces between apartments that had cages added for people to rent when they need extra storage. And most of these rooms are empty and unlocked. The perfect place to play, as long as one doesn't mind standing or laying on the concrete floor. The nastier the better for me, so I'm good with either! After trading messages, we agreed to meet as he drove through to his destination. I found myself hoping that if all went well, he would want round 2 on his way back home. On the appointed day, I spent some time prepping my hole. I also lined up a couple of local top friends who fuck me regularly. I don't (yet) own a large plug, and figured it would be best if I were opened and pre-lubed when he arrived. He and I had been messaging back and forth, so I knew when he would arrive. I gave him directions to find my spot, and told him I would be waiting ass up for him. My friends arrived about a half-hour before he did. We went in order of ascending size, with the smaller 6.5" hung guy opening up my hole first. The second guy supported me as I stood bent-over for this first assault on my hole. These cocks always feel amazing sliding in and out of me, and they appreciate how my velvet hole squeezes them to milk out their loads. At last I felt the pulses of his cock as my first friend pumped his load deep inside me. He stood still for a moment to catch his breath, then I felt him slowly withdraw. Never one to miss an opportunity to taste cum and ass together, I spun around to clean him off with my mouth. As I did so, my other friend slid his 8 inches balls-deep in me in one motion. It was my first friend's turn to support me as the second cock thrust in and out of my well-greased hole. It must have felt good, because within just a few minutes I felt his cock pulsing as it shot his load even deeper in my guts than the first. I took the time to clean my second friend off, and the two of them dressed and left, leaving the door unlocked behind them. As I checked my phone, I got the message - "I'm here." Excitedly, I responded that I was ready and waiting. This time, I lay down on the cold concrete floor, my head pointed away from the door so I couldn't see him as he entered. Within a few minutes, I heard the door open, then the deadbolt click. I heard the rustle of clothes as he undressed, and in no time he was on top of me. He kissed the back of my neck and then worked down to my ass, and I heard him gasp - hopefully in delight - when he found me already dripping cum. I felt his fingers, first one, then a second, probe my used hole. Then I felt his tongue and knew he was OK with what he saw. The light flicks of his tongue were a huge tease, and I ached for him to slide his giant cock into me. I didn't have to wait very long. After tasting the cum in my ass, he slid his body along mine until I felt a familiar pressure on my hole. Slowly, he worked on me, alternating pressure until I felt the tip slip inside me. With that, he continued to push steadily, and before long my asshole was as full as it had ever been! I was very glad I'd had my friends open me up for this monster. I might not have been able to take it otherwise. He got into a rhythm, stroking in and out of my hole. He raised himself up, placing his hands on my shoulders and pressing me into the floor as his pace quickened. I had never been fucked like this before, and I was in heaven! My hole twitched and spasmed as he continued his assault, and a few times I heard his balls slap my ass cheeks as he drive that missile deeper and deeper. At last, he tensed up, and once again I felt the spasming of a cock as it released its jizz into my guts. But this load was different. It was poz and undetectable, which made the sensation even hotter for me. I relished the thought of his load mixing with the others already inside me, and vowed to hold it in as long as I could. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I felt the wetness of his sweat mixing with mine. It had been the perfect anonymous fuck. Ever so slowly, he withdrew and stood up. I quickly spun around and got up on my knees, taking that massive member in my mouth to clean him off for the rest of his trip. His cock tasted amazing, with the sweetness of cum, the slight funk of my ass juices, and yes, even a little blood mixed in this time. No surprise, I thought. Something this big pounding me that hard was bound to draw a little blood. In a matter of moments, he was dressed and gone, off to his ultimate destination. I stayed a little longer, luxuriating in the feeling of complete satisfaction. I checked my phone again, and saw a note from him. He thanked me and expressed hope that we could do the same thing on his return trip. I responded quickly that I would be happy to accommodate him. Before I signed off BBRT and got dressed, I took one more look at his profile, admiring the enormous cock that had just bred me so thoroughly. As my eyes scanned down the screen, I noticed that something had changed. Where his status used to read "Undetectable" it now read "Positive." And he had unlocked the one locked photo on his profile - a pic of a biohazard tattoo on his hip, just to the left of his gorgeous cock. Had he stealthed me? I sent him a message and asked, and the only reply I received said, "Loved your hole. Can't wait to use it again on my way home!" My reaction caught even me off-guard. I would have thought I would be outraged, worried sick, disgusted. But instead, I felt the exact opposite, like this was always supposed to happen. I had a poz load swimming around in my guts. I looked back at my phone, and at the last message he had sent. "Me, too!" I replied. "I need more of your cum inside me ASAP!" With that, I dressed and left the storage room. But I didn't go back to my apartment. Instead, I went out to my car and drove to the nearest bookstore to buy a plug. I was determined to keep my vow to hold his load inside me as long as I could.

Here's my 1st slam. It was with my dear, sweet friend with benefits. From the day we met, B just oozed sex. At 6', 170 lbs, milk chocolate complexion, short afro, 9.5" uncut with what he called obscene overhang, he was LUST personified. We clicked instantly and our 1st kiss lasted 10 minutes. After our 1st time, we got together regularly as we grew closer. One night, B told me he'd smoked some T and asked if I wanted to try it. Naturally, I agreed. Taking out a glass cock and a bag of shards, we shotgunned clouds back and forth. FUCK, what a rush! A few weeks later, B confessed to slamming and before he could ask, I said, "I want you to slam me!" Knowing I'd be agreeable, he took out 2 preloaded rigs, alcohol preps and a tourniquet. Finding a vein, he wiped it clean and tied it off, as I stared into his deep brown eyes. I looked down, watching him hit the vein and got the flash. As he pressed the plunger, filling my vein with the T, I got lost in his eyes once again. Pulling the rig out, he released the tourniquet as he raised my arm. I coughed as the rush hit me. In a bit more than a minute, B had slammed himself and was ready when I demanded, "FUCK ME!"

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I want to share with You situation which took place few weeks ago. For Your knowledge, I am totally submissive an I love being cumdump. I received a message from one of my fuck buddies who knows very well what kinks I like, asking me if I'm up to have fun during the weekend. Of course I agreed, and he only answered me that there will be suprise for me. I went to his place when it was the time and it began quite normally we had some fun together and he came in my ass, but after that he said that it's time for suprise. He roped me and covered my eyes that I couldn't see anything. I was lying on the bed when I heard that someone else is entering the flat. After few moments I felt cold hands on my ass as I heard unzipping the pants. It didn't take much time, when I felt cook in my ass. That was the moment when I realized that one of my dreams is coming true. I don't know how much time did it take, but I heard only new people entering the room,fucking my ass and my throat. It didn't take long time when I felt cum dripping from my hole. After some time I think after 10 or more guys fucked me my ass was totally destroyed and then I my friend changed my position, that he could slip under me and push his dick in my sloppy ass. Then I felt second dick emerging my hole. It was so wonderful feeling when this two guys were fucking me. After one came in my ass I thought that there was no one else in room, but I was wrong. There were still few guys waiting to dubble penetrate me. Whole action took two hours. When everyone went out I was allowed to take off my blindfold, and what I saw was amazing. There was cum everywhere. I couldn't resist, but I grabbed some cum from my legs and tasted it. It was really delicious. When I talked to my friend he told me that there were 15 different guys, but some of them came few times (he himself came in me 3 times) so I am sure that I received at least 20 shots in my ass. That was the best gift that I ever received. And I want more of it!

Part 2: The Return Trip A week had passed. A week during which I had experienced a roller coaster of emotions. Worry that I might be pause turned to not caring, then excitement at the thought, then back again. I had always known that I was likely to get pozzed at some point, and the fact that it was on the dirty floor of a sketchy storage room was the perfect place for it to have happened to a pig like me. So by the time I got the message on BBRT, I had settled into the thought that I no longer had to wonder. "Headed home tomorrow," it read. "Up for Round 2?" "Fuck yeah," was my reply. I didn't hear from him the rest of the evening, so I spent my time with my new plug, stretching and playing with my cum catcher to open it up for that massive cock again. My brown bottle made frequent trips to my nose, heightening the sensation and also my excitement. I'm not sure how, but I eventually drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning to a message: "On my way. I should be there around 10." I checked the clock and saw that it was 8:30. Plenty of time to get ready. I saw that he had messaged only a few minutes before, so I responded. "I'll be ready. Just like last time." "Perfect," came the reply. I hadn't eaten since breakfast the previous day in anticipation of my visitor. (Side note: A lot of tops don't seem to appreciate the things we bottoms do to make sure our holes are clean and ready for them. I appreciate the ones that do!) So a few light douches to make sure I was clean, and I broke out the lube, plug, and little brown bottle again. By the time 9:50 rolled around, I was able to slide the plug in and out of my normally tight hole with ease. I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt and grabbed my keys, lube, and little brown bottle. Just for good measure I stuffed the plug into one of the front pockets of my shorts. I laughed as I caught my reflection in the mirror by the door. If the old woman who lived next door to me saw me with a huge bulge in my pants, she'd probably drop dead of a heart attack! In a matter of moments I was inside the storage room and naked once again. I slicked up my hole once more, then lay on the cold concrete to wait. Fuck! I had forgotten my phone! What if he tried to message me? I got up to get dressed for a quick run to my apartment when I heard footsteps outside in the hall. Instinctively, I spun back around and resumed my position on the floor. I heard the click of the door latch as he entered, and the two clicks of the latch and deadbolt that reassured me I would be bred without being interrupted by a nosy neighbor. My heart beat faster and my pulse began to race as I once again heard the telltale rustle of clothes being removed. Once again he was on me in a flash, but this time the soft kisses on my neck and back were absent. I heard him grunt as he positioned himself over me, then the click of the lube bottle. Seconds later I felt an unrelenting pressure as the head of his cock slipped into my well-greased hole. He did not stop. In no time he was balls-deep inside me, rearranging my guts with that giant cock. Giant poz cock. I felt a slight shiver run down my spine as that thought ran through my mind. I reached for the brown bottle and took two mighty hits as he began his assault. He was more forceful this time, taking what he felt he was owed. I was only too happy to oblige. As he did last time, he placed his hands on the back of my shoulders, pressing me to the floor. But his thrusts were more urgent this time, more animalistic, each burying his shaft to the hilt. I felt his balls slapping me. I felt beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and landing on my back. I was in heaven! And then, with a deep groan that was almost a growl, he unleashed his toxic seed inside me once more. His hips held still as I felt the throbbing of his shaft, pulsing that load so deep it might never come out. Spent, he stood up and waited for me to clean him off as I had last time. I spun around and got up on my knees; this time I saw the biohazard tattoo, and wondered how I could have missed it last time! It was a good 4 inches across. I felt another shiver run down my spine. I took that massive member in my mouth and sucked it clean. There was more blood this time, I could taste it. But mixed with the cum and ass juices it made for an amazing flavor, sweet and musky and metallic all at once, and I savored it as long as I could. At last he turned away, grabbed his clothes, and dressed. I stayed on my knees on the floor, breathless and a little woozy from the fucking I had just taken. I was just regainng my bearings when I heard him say, "If it didn't take the first time, it sure as hell did this time." And then he was gone. I got up and dressed, collected my things and walked back to my apartment. It was a short walk but with every step I felt his cum seeping out of me, and I hurried to get to my plug. Once inside, I grabbed it and slid it into my ass through my shorts leg. It was a snug fit, but I didn't want to risk bending over to take them off and losing more of that toxic load. It was 10:30 am, and I was spent. I crawled back into bed and spent the day resting, allowing his poz cum to work its magic. I hope he has another road trip planned soon. If he does, I'll be ready.

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Lets get some talk about "after breeding" activity. I get off on felching cum filled hole when it's overflowing with seed loads. The taste and aroma of pigsex and hole juices, piss and cum is so fucking hot. Love to share the loads with the bottom I just fucked.

Heading to Las Vegas in mid-April for a few days. Any suggestions on good places/bathhouses to go to from guys that have been in Vegas recently? I want to share the below with as many as possible while there! Thanks!

Hot Story... this is a fictional story, but barebacking is risky behavior with strangers. One saying he is undetectable may not be true. I remember in the '90's starting to Barebacking a stranger in a video booth. It felt amazing and was so hot! In the back of my mind, I knew it was risky. But it wasn't long after I too was bending over taking raw cock deep into my cunt. Knowing this could be a toxic load. Over the years, getting tested at a free clinic and getting a lectured on the risks of barebacking. I truly loved the feeling of a hard cock sliding back & forth into my eager hole and taking his juice. There would be days where 7 or 8 guys dropped at least one load from each of them. At the age of an early teen swallowing load from a friend, didn't I realize I was a future "CumDump" I am today. Then one testing day over two decades later, and having a horrible flu case five days before, I tested positive for HIV. I knew the risk and I accept my fate of being a Pozzed gay man.

True Story of my first slam! About 10 years ago, I was excited to connect with a hot ff buddy of mine -- talk black guy with a really hungry hole. I've been a ff top for a long time. I was able to leave work early and head downtown and check into a nice sleazy hotel. I had had done a little T recently and had a little bit left so decided to smoke some before the festivities began. A little bit later he showed up. We kissed and started to make out, but something was "off". He admitted he was not feeling great but wanted me to fist him deep, but admitted he felt we should reschedule. I agreed and was naturally a little disappointed. My hot 6'3" black ff bottom when home to bed. So what did I do? Well, signed on the BBRTS naturally. Ended up chatting with a couple of people, but nothing was clicking. The little bit of T I did was still in effect and I was horny as hell. Finally, after about a hour, this guy I had chatted with on and off before hit me up. Like I said, we had chatted but were never quite on the same page or could not make it work. Tonight was different. As we chatted I finally asked him "what are you up for tonight"? "I want to slam and fuck" he replied. Slam and fuck. Normally I would have probably not taken him up on the offer, but tonight was different. The little bit of T I had done early was in charge of my thinking. So my response? "Sound great, come on over". We chatted and determined neither of us had product. I had only purchased it once at a bathhouse, so had no contacts. I told him I had $$ if he had a contact. He said he did but wanted some of the $$ up front. He stopped by. OMG - hot Latin guy. Deep black eyes. And sexy as hell. We chatted about how much, and I suggested --- well, let's get enough so we don't run out if we want more. I gave him the $$ and off he went. Part of me thought -- hummm, that was a scam and I would probably not see him again. Anyway, I was back on BBRTS in case I needed plan B. About 30 minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was my hot Latin guy. About 34, 5'8" dark eyes and a great mischievous smile. He came in, I locked the door and we began kissing passionately. Kissing is a must and a major turn on for me, and he was a GREAT kisser. He then showed me the T and asked if I was ready. "Of course". Now, I had not told him I had never slammed before. I was trying to play it cool and appear relaxed. As he started weighing the product he asked me how much. I had NO idea. So my reply was "what ever you normally do". Again, I did not want to appear to be novice. "Ok, let's do a 3.0". He prepped the points and said they were ready. That's when I told him well, this is my first time, so you will have to do me. He had a little concern, but said, that since I was a big bear, I would be ok. He put the tourniquet on, looked me in the eyes and asked if I was ready. "YES" "Now tell me if it burns at all". I was transfixed. Not afraid at all and watched intently. He was slow and gentle. The point registered and said "here goes". I watched carefully as it entered the crook of my arm. When finished, he released the tourniquet. And my life changed. The rush was fucking amazing. I went a foggy, had a little ringing in my ears, but no cough. The world seemed to be in a great foggy spin. He asked if I was ok. "Hell yes", and I dropped to my knees and started sucking on his 8" uncut cock. I could not get enough of it. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him slam himself. He looked deep into my eyes and said "I want to fuck you" And I immediately got up on the bed and he began fucking my hungry hungry hole. He was inside me for what seemed like hours. His cock was the perfect fit. It seemed to expand in my ass, filling me completely and happily. We had HOURS of hot sweaty sex. And a 2nd slam a few hours later. More on that later.

I have to agree and say it depends on the top. It probably depends on how horny he is, how long it's been since he's cum, if he wants to edge or not, and so on. I've had both tops who cum quickly (either too excited or just want to cum) and others who take their time. Some guys don't mind how long it takes them to cum, and others need a long time to cum. It's really individual. In saying that, I prefer a guy to last a little while so I can enjoy it too lol

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I agree about the porn. There is a difference between an orgy and a gang bang. There are few things as unrealistic as one man in a sling and 8 others wanking off waiting for their turn to fuck. Hell, it's hard enough to round up a decent 3-way these days. Give me the good old days when an orgy was a proper mix of TOP's, bottoms, and versatiles in a free for all, both in porn and as I used to experience in real life years ago. As for my own unfulfilled fantasy, this site has rules so all I can say is....A cowboy and the horse he rode in on.

Love this thread, men are so fucking hot. i posted a used hairy hole shot earlier, butt our individual holes can be molded and modified, eh? Here's a different pic of mine with less hair and more opened. i can be hairy, smooth or in between, that's something i'm happy to switch up depending on the Man i'm with.

This country is taking a GIANT leap backwards. I feel like we are living in the 50's again with a minority of people shoving their narrow minded beliefs down our throats. Not just BZ but women's rights, gay rights etc. We need to vote and make sure those that share our ideas/freedoms are in charge.

Chapter 8: The Addition The research continued over the next few weeks, during breaks between work, road trips, swimming, dining out, and sex. Make that the next few months. They’d branched out into all kinds of archival material: diaries, letters, postcards, baptismal certificates, anything they could get their hands on. There were a couple of tricky spots. One was the day when Dean tripped, quite by accident, over a letter between two siblings, discussing their respective abilities. The letter, though, also verified that a daughter and a son of one of the family’s sons had demonstrated shifting ability. At this point, they realized that they’d been running all along on a false presumption that only the female side of the family could transmit the phenomenon. They’d been faked out by the odd circumstance that none of the men in Deidra’s relatively small family line had ever managed to father any children. Now that they realized that the men could pass it on as well, the problem suddenly swelled to truly alarming dimensions. It was after that discovery that Dean and Joey decided they had better enlist both Dayna and Deidra to help them out. Once again, there was an all-hands-on-deck family meeting, which the boys hosted at their place, partly to celebrate the installation of their new in-ground pool and hot tub. “As a supplement to the pool at the club, not a replacement for it,” Joey earnestly explained, to chuckles from the others. Once Dean explained how the entire research project had suddenly gone out of control, Dayna and Deidra immediately volunteered to help. However, it was a bit trickier for Deidra as Ross still wasn’t in the know, and she didn’t want to be caught working on it if he walked in unexpectedly. Dayna suggested a little dodge, based on the fact that her office at work had an adjoining office within the suite which was unused. She created a fictitious position for her mother, forged a letter of appointment, and then had Deidra explain to Ross how she really wanted to get back into the world of work to occupy her time, and how Dayna had mentioned to her a job vacancy at her company that Deidra could well qualify for. So equipped, Deidra “landed the job” with no trouble, and was then able to work at full steam and in privacy on the project. To avoid any awkward questions, she used her own phone connection to create a link for her laptop. After about half a year, the “Gang of Four” had succeeded in running down the names, dates, and present residences (where applicable) for about nine-tenths of Nora Ludlow’s descendants. It was at this point that Dean started pushing for some sort of mass communication to all living members of the clan. The other three immediately jumped on that idea and shot it down, reasoning that if the four of them were nervous about letting any outsiders know about them, all these others could be expected to be just as much so. That thumbs-down seemed to stall the whole effort. But it was right at this critical juncture that fate intervened again, and in a most unexpected manner. Deidra was looking over the pages and pages of information one day, and suddenly stopped and went back. “What is it, Mom?” “Dean, nothing much – just a really weird and unusual spelling of a name.” “Let’s see.” “Jass… Jays….” Dean went white. “Jaysen Macaleister.” “Okay, Dean, I can see by your face that there’s a story here – probably a good one. Tell.” “Mom, he’s a member of the country club. And gay. And he’s been after me almost ever since the first day I went there.” “Uh-huh. But did he catch you?” “Mom, don’t go there.” Joey intervened, sniggering. “Who, Jason? Yep, he got Dean all right – or Dean got him, not sure which. I don’t know enough details on that one yet.” “Joey, I’ll thank you not to stick your two cents worth in about those kinds of personal details with my mother.” But Dean was laughing as hard as the others. “Dean, your face is turning into a very vivid sunset colour,” Joey ribbed him. “But what brought Jason into the conversation?” “This, Joey.” Deidra beckoned Joey over and showed him the paper. Joey glanced at it for a moment and then laughed delightedly. “No way! The Big Jay is one of the family too?” He moved, looking closer over Deidra’s shoulder at the paper – and then his eyes opened wide. “Is that how you spell it?” “Apparently, yes – or so he’s always claimed.” “Dean, this is hilarious!” Joey couldn’t stop chortling in delight. Dean replied in a flat monotone, with a completely deadpan face. “I’m just dying with laughter. Can’t you tell?” “But seriously! That drunken oaf, clumsy galoot, wannabe sex god is our cousin?” “So it would seem, Joey. But this gives me an idea. I just need some time to think how best to approach it, but I bet we can get Jaysen to give himself away, and then we can bring him onboard and get him to tell us about his family. Then we can use that leverage to find out about more and more other people, just by branching out, one by one, from that starting point. Now, here’s what I need you to do.” “Me? Why me?” “Because you’re sweet and innocent and cute as a button and sexy as hell – and totally convincing too. It worked on me, it should work on Jaysen just as well.” A week later, during Dean’s absence from home on a business trip, Joey used his day off, a Friday, to go into town and have a good long swim and lie-in-the-sun at the country club. He looked like he was sleeping, but all the time he was scanning the surroundings under his lowered eyelids. He could hardly miss Jaysen because every time he looked that way, Jaysen was looking at him with that lean and hungry look that said, loud and clear, I wanna fuck with you. Joey had to admit that he wasn’t averse to the idea – Jaysen was a good deal better looking than he deserved to be, considering how much time he spent knocking back drinks in the bar. When Joey finally got up to go into the locker room and change for dinner, Jaysen was right behind him. As he walked past Jaysen towards the showers, Joey made sure to slow down to a casual saunter, not looking at Jaysen, but giving him a good eyeful of Joey’s firm, round ass. By the time Joey finished his shower, Jaysen was nowhere in sight. Probably jerking off in the toilet by now, Joey thought, and chuckled to himself. He headed up to the club dining room and nodded to the host, saying “For one, please.” Just as he said that, he saw Jaysen sitting at a table by the window, alone. “On second thoughts,” Joey said to the host, “I’m going to join that gentleman by the window.” He walked over to the table, placed his hand on the second chair, and said, “Excuse me. May I join you for dinner?” Jaysen looked up, glanced around as if looking for Dean, and then said, “Sure.” As soon as they’d given their orders to the server, Jaysen leaned over and said quietly, “So, where’s your hotshot boyfriend tonight?” “Out of town on business.” “Does he mind you going and having dinner with other guys?” “No. We understand each other fine.” Jaysen was going right where Joey needed him to go. “I just wondered, Jamie….” “Joey.” “Sorry, Joey. I wondered because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you apart since you moved in with him… sorry, I shouldn’t assume.” “It’s okay. And you’re quite right. We do live together.” From there on, the conversation unfolded along pretty predictable lines, and more in keeping with the normal social atmosphere of the country club. As they were wrapping up their meal, Jaysen asked, “Care to join me for a nightcap?” “The lounge?” “I was thinking of my place. Not too far away.” “Okay.” Joey had a hard time not to laugh at how Jaysen thought he was playing it so cleverly – when, in reality, he was the one being played. But he was also having a bit of a hard time in another way as he actually found Jaysen’s body sexy -- if you could ignore his clumsy attempts at being a smooth operator. Joey figured that he would at least enjoy some hot fun and at the same time find out what they needed to know. Fifteen minutes later they were seated on a sofa, facing a spectacular view over the harbour from Jaysen’s penthouse condo. The sky was colouring with an eye-catching sunset, the lights were coming on along the waterfront, and the ice in the glasses was tinkling as they sipped their gin and tonics – made with a premium gin and very deluxe tonic imported from the Netherlands. Jaysen definitely knew how to do life on a grand scale. As Joey was thinking that, Jaysen’s arm landed across his shoulders, and the hand curled gently, drawing Joey closer to him. Joey put his glass down and turned to Jaysen. “You don’t have to be so subtle. I told you that Dean and I were okay with each other doing things like this.” With that, Jaysen pulled Joey right in and began kissing him with full tongue. Joey responded with a will, and their making out got very hot and heavy, very quickly. In just a minute or two, Joey had his fingers locked into Jaysen’s belt buckle and was undoing it, while Jaysen was busily removing Joey’s tie and undoing his shirt. When Joey tugged on the waistband, Jaysen lifted his hips and the trousers slid down, revealing an impressive and already wet bulge in his briefs. Then Jaysen returned his attention to Joey, sliding his shirt back and off his shoulders. Jaysen immediately leaned in and began sucking and teasing Joey’s nipples, and Joey responded with a gratifying moan – his nipples had always been one of his hot-trigger zones. Then Jaysen lifted his head and said, “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.” He stood up, kicked his trousers aside, and began undoing his shirt as Joey followed him down the hall. When they arrived, Joey got his own trousers off quickly, and then attacked Jaysen’s shirt buttons. Very soon, the two of them were naked except for their briefs, with their bulges rubbing against each other and the wet stains spreading rapidly. Joey knew from what Dean had told him that Jaysen loved being the submissive bottom, so he gave Jaysen a hearty push, sending him sprawling on his back across the bed. Joey leapt right on top of him, pinning him down and resuming the hot kissing as his hand grasped Jaysen’s bulge and squeezed it firmly. Jaysen moaned aloud. Joey slid down, grasped Jaysen’s briefs and tugged them down, and Jaysen’s cock sprang to attention, trailing a thread of precum. Once he’d gotten the briefs right off, Joey went down on Jaysen’s rigid, wet dick, thoroughly enjoying the sweet taste of the precum, and the moans that floated down from Jaysen’s mouth as he sucked that tool deep into his throat. After a minute, he let his free hand slide down below, playing with Jaysen’s balls, then tickling and stroking his taint, and finally sliding right down and teasing his hole. Joey wasn’t entirely surprised, after what Dean had told him, when that hole quickly opened up and let him slide his finger in. After another minute or two of sucking and finger-fucking, Joey pulled back, fell down on his back beside Jaysen, and snapped, “Here. Get on this.” Jaysen scrambled up and leaned over, sucking Joey’s cock deep between his lips. Joey was pleasantly surprised to find out that the clumsy, incompetent (as he had thought) Jaysen was actually a top-notch cocksucker, lavishing some very impressive skills on Joey’s tool. But Joey had something else in mind too, and he growled at Jaysen to “swing your legs around here so I can finger your ass some more.” Jaysen obediently complied, and in no time Joey had two fingers reaming and twisting around in that hole, while Jaysen’s mouth continued doing a virtuoso number on Joey’s cock. It was time. Joey pushed Jaysen off his cock and down onto his face, with his beautiful ass sticking enticingly up into the air. Joey scrambled up onto his knees, and bent down, planting his face into the crack and working up and down that ass with his tongue, licking the crack, teasing the hole, kissing the cheeks, and finally plunging his tongue right inside Jaysen and tongue-fucking him with great energy. By now, Jaysen was moaning nonstop, and talking up a storm, really more than Joey ideally liked, but plainly getting fully in the mood. At last he said, “Aw, fuck, get your cock inside me. I want to feel that big hard dick plowing my hole deep and seeding me. Come on, Joey, fuck me now!” Joey, never the man to say “no” to an invitation like that, got in between Jaysen’s legs, forcing them farther apart, and then leaned down, planting his cock against that pretty hole. “You want my dick?” “Fuck, yeah!” “Beg for it.” “Fuck, man, please, I need that cock in me. I need you to shove it in, plow me deep and hard, and fill me up with your cock and your load. Fuck me now, please! Fuck me and breed me!” Joey clapped his hand over Jaysen’s mouth to stop the dialogue and at the same moment pushed his hips forward and down, his cock breaking through the ring and into Jaysen’s hole while Jaysen quivered and tried to yell – but only an inarticulate roar came out. Joey kept working his cock deeper and deeper until he was all the way inside. He then planted his hands against Jaysen’s shoulders and began pulling and pushing, sliding out and driving back in as Jaysen rolled his hips and worked his ass muscle on the cock inside him. Joey again revised his earlier estimate, realizing that Jaysen was a very experienced and top-notch bottom who fully knew how to give his fucker a great ride. Jaysen was having very similar thoughts, although his were more along the lines of surprise that such a slim, boyish-looking guy could turn out to be such a masterful, strong-willed top man. Joey was pounding hard into Jaysen now, hard and deep, going right to the bottom on every stroke and making plenty of noise as his hips kept slapping up against Jaysen’s firm and nicely rounded ass cheeks. Joey knew that it was just a question of time, and not very much time at that, so he pulled out. “Roll over,” he commanded, and Jaysen complied, turning onto his back and lifting his legs in one smooth movement. Joey moved in, pointed his cock at the target, and slid back inside, now getting to enjoy the spectacle of Jaysen’s expressive face as he got pounded deep and hard. In fact, it was the sight of that face contorting itself in spasms of ecstasy which told Joey that Jaysen was about ready to blow – and that he should speed it up himself. Jaysen was stroking his cock at top speed as Joey pounded quickly and forcefully into him, and his voice was uttering a nonstop stream of “ohfucks” until suddenly his face screwed right up, his voice froze on a single loud wail, and a stream of cum leapt out of his cock, splattering across his face and pecs. A second shot flew almost as far, and four or five more followed, splattering his cum all across his tightly clenched abs. Joey felt those muscle spasms grabbing at his cock, and instinctively speeded up his fucking motions even more. It took him another minute and then his own face seized up in a tight knot, he yelled “Fuck!”, and his cock spurted a half a dozen big shots of cum deep inside Jaysen’s hole. As the contractions of his muscles finally slowed down, Joey fell across Jaysen’s body, cock still buried in his ass, and they began kissing and hugging while they both recovered their breath after that epic orgasm. After a few more minutes, they separated, and lay side by side. At last, Joey turned towards Jaysen, leaning up on his elbow. “Jaysen, I want to tell you something. I don’t know why this is so, but I just have a feeling that I can trust you with this, that you’re a safe person for me to take into my confidence. I’ve got a really weird secret to share with you, but I need you to promise solemnly to keep it to yourself.” “Of course, Joey. You can trust me.” “Okay, I said I was going to tell you, but it’s more a case of showing you.” “All right.” Joey closed his eyes for a second and vanished, reappearing instantly across the room by the door to the walk-in closet and bathroom. Jaysen stared around. “Over here, Jaysen.” Just as Jaysen focused in on him, Joey vanished again, popping back into view on the bed. “Wow, Jaysen, you don’t even look surprised.” “Well, Joey, there is a reason for that.” As he said that, Jaysen instantly changed from a red-haired, young, fair-skinned man of thirty or so into a huge black muscle daddy, looking about fifty years old, well over six feet tall, and well over ten inches in the one dimension that mattered most. A moment later, he changed back again. “Fuck, that guy was one eye-catching stud! I haven’t had much experience with dicks that size, but I’d love to try anyway.” It was plain that Joey had forgotten for the moment all about his painful encounter on the cruise ship. Jaysen laughed. “If only.” “Embodying your own biggest sexual fantasy?” “How did you guess?” They laughed together. Then Joey had another question. “What about the rest of your family?” “Oh, does it run in families?” Jaysen was trying, not very successfully, to look innocent. “Very much so.” Jaysen sighed, perhaps a bit in relief. “Okay, I admit it. I got it from my dad. He did the same thing as you. One sister moves things around, the other one moves other people but not herself.” “So, what about your mother? Does she know?” “If she does, she’s kept quiet. But I wouldn’t be surprised. She knew that I was gay even before I did. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew all about this but didn’t say so. Mothers just know.” “I couldn’t say about that. I don’t know who my mother was.” “Adopted?” “Yes.” The monosyllable was bitten off in a way that made it plain, even to Jaysen, that further inquiry along those lines would not be welcome. So Jaysen asked another question. “So, what about Dean? Is he aware of it?” Joey smiled. “Oh, yes. He’s one of us too. His power is the same as mine.” “How on earth did you find another one? I’ve been trying, with no luck at all. I wouldn’t even dare try to get into a relationship with a guy who wasn’t one. Can you imagine if I lost it for a second and turned into a giant while I was fucking him?” “I can’t imagine personally, but I’m sure there’s a good porn movie in there somewhere.” They both laughed, and then Jaysen went on. “If you want to know, here’s something else I’ve never told anyone before, but anyone. This whole business, and this hidden power to change my shape, this is why I’ve gotten so much into the booze. I mean, it’s partly because what the fuck else is there to do when you can’t risk getting involved and don’t want to – and partly because being drunk and rude all the time is a great way to scare guys off.” Joey felt his heart going out to Jaysen. This guy had wasted some of the best years of his life in a bar, because he hadn’t been able to figure out any other way to play the weird hand that life had dealt him. Joey truly felt for Jaysen, because he could so easily have gone down the same road – and there’d been days when he’d really felt like he wanted to do it, too. But Jaysen was going on, in an unusually sincere and even humble tone of voice. “I never wanted to do anything to upset the apple cart for you two – I mean, it’s so easy to see that you and Dean are such a perfect hand-in-glove fit for each other. That’s why I was so surprised when you approached me in the dining room tonight. I don’t know if you can believe that or not, but I hope you can. I just kept staring at the two of you because both of you are so fucking spectacular, no matter how you’re dressed, and how could any gay guy resist? And, for what it’s worth, I never even guessed that Dean might be one of – well, one of us. How did you figure it out? What was your secret?” Joey got a troubled look on his face. The truth was that he didn’t know, even now, but he had a strong suspicion of why he had gotten the nerve to talk to Dean -- and he didn’t want to leave Jaysen feeling even more unloved and unwanted than he so plainly felt already. “Truth, Jaysen – I really don’t know. I hope I will some day, and when I do, I will tell you. Promise. But right now, I think I want to get Dean here with us. And that means I have to share another secret with you. I don’t know if I should or not, but here goes. We’re pretty sure it’s connected with all this shifting thing, but not for everyone. Dean and I can talk to each other in our thoughts. So I’m going to try to get hold of him now.” Jaysen stared, wide-eyed, but Joey ignored him. His face bore a look of intense concentration, but no other sign. Then Joey spoke again. “Good news, he just got home from his business trip. I’m going to go and get him now. Be right back.” He vanished, and after about 30 seconds he reappeared, holding a fully clothed Dean close to him. Dean was just asking, “How did you get him to spill the beans?” “Same way I did with you – the whole ‘I feel I can trust you’ thing. It still works like a charm.” Jaysen was putting two and two together. “So, you mean this whole dinner party and sex at my place was just a set-up?” He looked a little upset and affronted, but Joey hastened to reassure him. “A little, but not entirely. It’s been a lot more than just a set-up. I’ve definitely enjoyed getting to know you and find out more about you – and that’s all of you, Jaysen, not just your sweet ass.” Dean took a second look at Jaysen and began laughing. “Oops. Sorry, fellows, I think I’m a bit overdressed for this party.” Jaysen had slowly lost his angry look and now chuckled. “Well, Dean, there’s an easy solution to that problem.” As Dean was rapidly revising his dress code for the evening, Joey dived down onto Jaysen and began sucking his cock again. Jaysen moaned aloud, and then moaned again as he found Dean’s cock poking at his lips. He opened up and swallowed, taking Dean down his throat as Joey was deep-throating him. Joey had reached back with one hand and was playing with his ass, sliding a finger inside himself and working it in and out. Dean saw it, and asked, “Need some help there, Joey?” In no time, Dean had three fingers working on Joey’s hole, and he’d already guessed what Joey wanted. Sure enough, when his hole was nice and loose, Joey came off Jaysen’s cock, turned around, and sat down on it, facing Jaysen as he took Jaysen’s tool deep inside his body. Jaysen groaned, “Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” as Joey pushed down onto him, taking the whole shaft deep into his hole. Dean leaned in and began kissing Joey as Joey began riding the rigid dick inside him. Dean got down between Jaysen’s legs, licking at his balls and taint as Joey moved up and down in a steady rhythm on his shaft. He only backed off when Jaysen began actively thrusting up into Joey’s hole, forcing his cock deep inside Joey’s ass. “Oh, yeah, that’s it – fuck me hard!” Joey was plainly enjoying the experience of being Jaysen’s bottom boy. Dean was enjoying the show too, but he was getting a bit jealous of Joey, wanting to feel Jaysen’s cock inside himself. At last, he couldn’t wait any longer. “Quit hogging, Joey, let someone else have a turn.” Joey pulled off, and let Dean climb onto Jaysen’s now-dripping pole. Dean started sliding up and down, and then leant down, wrapped his arms around Jaysen’s shoulders, and rolled sideways onto his back, bringing Jaysen up on top and into position to fuck him hard and deep. Jaysen, for so many years the bottom’s bottom, was taking to this new experience like a duck to water. He planted his hands on either side of Dean’s head and started thrusting deep, hard, plowing Dean with a new kind of aggression that he’d never displayed before. The big moment of confession had set him free from his former submissive self, awakening an animal deep inside him that needed to fuck, to ream, to breed. Dean, as strange as it might seem, understood completely. This moment was like Jaysen’s personal declaration of independence, his assertion that he was a complete gay man and didn’t have to hide himself any longer, not from these two men who he’d suddenly discovered were actually his brothers in coping with their strange fortune. He was driving hard now, pounding deep into Dean, while Joey sat back and watched with awe, marvelling at this new and totally different Jaysen who had been revealed by his stratagem. When he could tell that Jaysen was getting close, Joey flung himself on the bed beside Dean, lifting his legs back over his shoulders, and snapped, “Breed both of us, Jaysen. Give each of us part of your load. Shoot some into Dean and pump the rest into me. Cum inside both of us. Now, Jaysen!” At that, Jaysen’s eyes rolled back, and he slammed hard into Dean, shooting several big blasts of seed into him. Then he yanked it out, pivoted quickly, and pushed it right into Joey -- missing only one shot on the way – and pumped the rest of his load into Joey’s ass. Joey reached out and grabbed Dean’s cock, and Dean grabbed his. After only a few strokes, each of them came as well, spurting their juices over each other’s hard-working hands. Later on, after they’d all recovered their breath, the three of them sat and talked well into the small hours of the morning. Dean was the most surprised by everything he’d heard and all that he’d learned. He was beginning to realize that he’d made a huge mistake in classing Jaysen as a typical lightweight spoiled-rotten rich kid, where the truth was, sadly, much more complex and painful. “Jaysen, I really owe you an apology. I’ve misjudged you very badly. And I’m sorry you’ve had such a struggle to come to terms with your power and trying to figure out how to live with it.” “It’s okay, Dean, no apologies needed – we’re even. After all, I had you tagged as being too damn stuck up for words – and that was dead wrong too. Truth is, we were both trying hard to protect ourselves from being found out. It wasn’t very sensible, but we both found a way that kept people at arms’ length.” Joey chuckled. “Neither of you are doing a very good job of that at the moment.” Jaysen went on. “What I’m curious about is how you two managed to connect.” Dean smiled. “Joey basically used the same approach on me as he did on you, but it wasn’t a set-up. He was feeling very much alone in the world, and desperately needed someone to confide in.” Joey picked up the thread. “Really, Jaysen, it was a kind of sixth-sense vibe I got that Dean would be a safe person to tell. And I was taking a huge chance, telling him. Fortunately, my sixth sense didn’t mislead me. And we’re actually a pretty good match – not just because we both have the same shifting power.” “A ‘pretty good match,’ Joey. Is that all?” “No, it’s not, Dean, and you know it’s not.” As some very loving kissing ensued, Jaysen snorted. “Get a room, you two!” That made all three of them laugh. By this time, Dean and Joey were both feeling very much more comfortable with Jaysen, and not just because they were lying naked in his bed after a wild fuck session. It was Joey who first floated the suggestion that maybe Jaysen could come out to their place some time and see what they’d been working on. It would explain for him how they had found him out, but also would show him that he was in reality a part of something much bigger than himself, or even than the three of them. Dean promptly invited Jaysen to come and stay for the coming weekend, and Jaysen eagerly accepted. After that, they all curled up together and fell asleep, only waking up when Dean’s phone rang just before ten o’clock in the morning. Dean saw his mother’s number and picked up. “Dean? Honey? Where are you? I need to talk to you in the worst way.”

Got second load of year today from an anon we met at a sex shop, I was looking at some gay bareback DVD's. He started talking to saying how he would fuck some of these guys, I said I would love to be fucked BB by those guys. He propersitioned me and next minute we are heading to a park where some public toilets are, by the time I had my shorts and panties down he was spitting on my cunt and forcing his cock inside me, he didn't last long about 5minutes before he was cumming inside me, he was apologising for being quick, I wasn't sorry I got what I want.

My tight pink hole which needs to be broken in

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 4 - Sam's employment benefit At exactly 5pm on Sunday, Sam rang George's doorbell. George answered the door wearing only red worn jockstraps. George ushered Sam in and immediately began to undress Sam. George said they need to get Sam ready before the men arrive. Soon Sam was completely naked in front of George. George led Sam into the bathroom and said he wanted to make sure Sam was completely clean inside, even though Sam had already cleaned himself. George handled Sam's hole with a bit of roughness. Sometimes Sam felt like George's claws were purposely scratching Sam from the inside. Finally George dried Sam off and handed Sam the white Jockstraps. Chubby Sam looked awesome in them. Straps to make more big Sam's fat ass. George led Sam into a large living room with a black leather sling in the middle. Sling was surrounded by black leather couches. George helped Sam climb into the sling and began to secure Sam's arms and legs. At that point, Sami started to realize that he might be the only bottom in this private event. George confirmed Sam's suspicions. Yes, Sam is the only bottom, so it is certain that Sam alone gets the attention of all the tops. Sam thought to himself that then it also means that if there's a poz top in the crowd, he'll probably seed Sam too. Sam was secured in a sling. Georg dug out the blindfolds from somewhere. "In my private events, bottom is always blindfolded. You get much more pleasure when you can't see who's fucking you. Blindfolded and strapped to a sling, you're completely at the mercy of unknown men," continued George, covering Sam's eyes. Sam lay in the sling unable to see anything for about 10 minutes. Until the doorbell rings. Sam heard George open the door and greet the visitors. The sounds of undressing could be heard from the hall. The doorbell rang again and Sam heard more new male voices. After a moment, Sam heard footsteps approaching him. "Beautiful", "Hot", "Nice", "Lovely ass", "So young"... "Yes Sam is my employee and he's only 24" he heard George say. "Are you sure he's not medicated," he heard a strange voice ask. "Yes I am. He's also always used protection for sex up until now. This is his first time raw," Sam heard George say proudly. "Ooh, what a young slut", "greedy bastard", "chaser", "let's do it"… Sam felt the men touch him. He realized he hadn't asked George how many tops were coming. Sam tried to count the different voices, but got confused. Soon Sam felt a hot cock in his asshole starting to push into him. The cock felt huge and almost ripped him apart. "Yeah, give it to him", "let him in", "Take it", "Yeah, fuck it", "convert him"... The fucking went on for hours. The men fucked him for a while and then pulled away. The next cock pushed in as soon as one left. Every now and then someone picked up the pace and emptied their seed roaring into Sam's unprotected ass. "Take my gift", "beed him"... Eventually, Sam lost track of time and place. The fucking had continued for many hours and countless loads had been emptied inside him. Sam's ass was sore. Sam's legs were numb when George finally came to untie Sam and remove the blindfolds. George helped Sam out of the sling and onto the couch. Sam's eyes slowly adjusted to the light and he saw the men sitting on the sofas. Everyone was between 40 and 70 years old and there were 10 men and George. George said that Sam had a total of 23 loads in his ass. The men cheered. Sam noticed that the man sitting next to him had a Scorpion tattoo on his hip, the next one had a biodangerous sign on his chest. Sam's gaze wandered around the men and he began to realize that they were all apparently positive. This wasn't roulette. Every draw was a winning draw. George noticed Sam's confused look. "Yes they are all poz and not medicated. It's impossible to work with you if you're walking around swinging your big horny ass. I wanted to make sure you don't have to chase anymore. And you can focus on doing your work," said George.

I was being fucked mindlessly, with deep thrusts in and out of my hole, making sloppy noises from the cum filling my guts and leaking out. The dick was feeling thicker than most of the dicks I had taken earlier that day, and despite my ass being looser than usual because of all the previous fucking, I could definitely feel every thrust. “Good little whore” and other encouraging words were being whispered in my ear as the cum was being churned deeper into my ass. My hole was aching, it was burning, probably from getting fucked for hours without lube I thought. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable, I started squirming around, trying to move my ass away from that dick, but my hands were still held firmly above my head and the body on top of me prevented me from escaping. “Nope, you’re not going anywhere, my dick will stay in your hole” I heard. “I feel weird, it burns” I finally managed to say. “It will feel great quickly boy, I just pushed a little something extra into your hole with my dick”. He was right, and after just a few seconds after he said that, I felt another rush of heat, a different one I had felt so far. I was so wet from sweat it was feeling like I had just gotten out of the shower. I probably showed a smirk as I heard “There, see.” while he was slowly fucking me. The pace picked up. “Now with serious things.”

Part 7 “Daddy’s gonna fist your cunt. Then shoot his toxic load in it.” “Thank you Daddy.” “You’re gonna need a pick me up for that boy.” I smiled and begged, “Please Daddy. Give me more. Shove more up my ass.” He shook his head. “I don’t play that way, boy.” I looked at him and asked, “Smoke?,” hoping this was how he played. “Nope. Try again.” I closed my eyes, knowing the only other way. And I was terrified. I slowly opened my eyes, overcoming my fear. “Slamming,” I quietly said. “I didn’t hear you boy.” I mustered every ounce of courage. “Slamming, Sir. You slam. You’re gonna slam me, Sir.” “Is that a question? Or a statement? Yes, I only play by slamming little faggots like you.” It was easier to say this. “I want you to slam me Daddy. Please slam me and fist me.” “Good boy. But before I do that, I have a question for you.” I nodded my head. “You’ve already taken five toxic loads. Do you care who gave it to you? Who made you into a poz whore? I though about it for a moment. I nodded my head. “I wish it could have been one of you.” Daddy smiled, “I wish it could have been one of us. Telling you we were giving you our toxic loads and making you beg for them,” I felt a tear roll down my face. “I wish that would have happened.” Lamont and Master, agreed. “Sorry we couldn’t make you do that.” Daddy walked over and grabbed a pouch from the floor and walked back me. He opened the pouch and pulled out a bag of shards. He saw my eyes go wide with hunger. The came a strap with a small clip. He saw my questioning look and said, “it’s for your arm. Easy on, easy off.” Then he pulled the needle and held it up for me to see. It was empty but still intense. “You can still say no, boy. It’s gonna be your choice.” I didn’t hesitate this time. “I want it Sir. Please, slam me.” He smiled and said, “Good choice, son. But it was going to happen your way. Or mine.” “Lamont, I need your help.” Daddy and Sir left the room, going to the bathroom as Master took over fingering my cunt. He leered down at me and before I knew it, he smacked my balls causing me to whimper and tighten my cunt. Lamont returned and Master slid his fingers out so Lamont could take over. Lamont slid his fingers in, bigger than Master’s. I was lost in this feeling and did not hear Master leave. Soon Master returned and told me to open my eyes. I did and saw home to my left, Sir to my right and Daddy, now naked, standing in front of me. His dick was average in length and thickness. His PA was twice the size of Master’s and sharp on the edge. He had the same bio-hazard tat as the previous guy. This one was in red and had the words, “Toxic Shooter” above it.

Sorry for the delay. There are four more parts written. Part 3 The next guy walked to the bed and saw the plug. “How many loads so far?” and I told him. “Nice, I love sloppy holes.” He tugged at the plug, stretching my hole, but not removing it. He asked, “You party, pig?” I shook my head. “Say it faggot. Do you party?” I said I didn’t and he asked why. I told him I was too afraid. “Too bad.” He returned his attention to the plug, this time pulling it all the way out. As soon as the plug was out, he shoved two fingers in my hole. I felt the scrape of a shard; a BIG shard. I felt the burn start as he pressed it in to the wall of my ass. “What the fuck was that. What’d you do? “Relax boy, enjoy the ride. I told you you were not going to say no.” He kept his fingers in my hole, adding a third. As the shard really hit, I started to have trouble breathing, but my ass became majorly hungry. I began fucking myself up and down on his fingers. “You like what the T is doing to your hole?”a All I could do was groan and continue fucking his fingers. I felt a cold metal at my hole and realized it was his PA. Somehow my mind cleared briefly,remembering a fisting video I’d see of a guy taking a huge hand and cock in his ass. I wanted that. The fingers were removed, and the guy said, “let’s get you fully tweaked,” as he shoved another shard, not as big, but equally strong, up my ass. He then pulled his fingers out, and slid his PA and cock in my hole. He was thicker than any of the first guys and even with the shard running through me, I grunted from the stretch. I could feel the still melting shard get pushed deeper with his cock. He did not waste time. He began pounding my hole for all he was worth. I’m sure the PA was tearing me apart. I began pushing back to meet his thrusts, begging him to fuck me hard and to breed me. I heard a new voice, not having heard anyone come in. “Fuck man, pound him out.” The guy fucking me stopped and spoke to the new guy, though I couldn’t understand anything. Suddenly, the guy who was fucking me pulled out. I begged him to fuck me, but his response was telling me to shut the fuck up. I was waiting for the new guy to fuck me, but nothing happened. I was starting towery that they were leaving. “Where’s the blindfold?” the new guy asked. I told him and he tossed it on the bed, “Put it on.” When it was on I felt one of the guys get on the bed next to me. I then was pulled across his body so that I was straddling his dick. I knew it was the new guy, since there was no PA. T guy/PA guy asked the new guy, “you party?” He answered, “No, I get tested. But you can.” I felt another shard get pushed into my hole. This was as big as the first, and just as powerful. I started to lose control, begging the guy I was on to fuck me. “Ride my dick if you want it bitch.” I grabbed his dick, lined it up with my hole and dropped myself down. His was the biggest dick of the night. Easily 9” and thicker then the T guy. I lifted up and dropped down several times, enjoying the stretch from his dick. After several of these moves, he grabbed me by the shoulders, slamming me down as hard as he could. At first, I thought he was getting ready to cum, but they had something different in mind. With my ass ground into the crotch of the new guy, T guy came behind me and told me, “Lean down bitch. We have a surprise for you.” I leaned down, as much as I was pulled forward by the guy on the bed and pushed by T guy. I knew immediately what they planned and I whimpered to them to stop. I couldn’t possibly take both of their dicks. In almost unison, they told me to shut the fuck up. “Now it’s time to make that hole a cunt. We’re gonna stretch you to the limit.” I felt the PA at my hole and again begged them to stop. I was immediately smacked on the back of the head. “The only sound I want to hear out of you is your groans as I rip your hole apart. Do you understand?” This night had taken a turn I did not plan for. “Yes, Sir.” With that, the destruction began. The PA pressed against my hole

Well I’m starting off 2023 strong took 223 loads in SF New Year’s Eve and also just got dun with a gangbnage in sac for the night for another 48 loads 271 not bad for it only being 8 days into the new year

My name is Tyler. I'm am a 20 year old gay college kid. Since I don't have a lot of money, I'm home for the summer in Texas. Not only do I not have to pay rent, but my uncle runs a construction business and as a favor to my dad, he's letting me work there to earn some cash. The problem is, I'm not exactly that useful on a construction site. I'm skinny and can barely lift a hammer. It's also hot as hell and I can't stand to be outside very long at a time. I don't exactly look the part of a construction worker either. I'm short, dirty blonde hair, diamond studs in my ears, and two chains around my neck. My clothes are tight and leave little to the imagination. But since my uncle promised me a job, he finds something for me to do: support the workers. You see, he hires a lot of these big, strong Mexican guys to come over the border for a few months. He says they're the best workers and they never complain about the heat. He pays them well and they stay in motels while the construction projects are going on. My uncle told me that my job is to help these guys out. If they ask for something, I give it to them. This is a challenge because many of them don't speak English, but we find ways to communicate for things like food, water, etc. While the job is going okay, it's not that exciting. I spend a lot of my time in the air conditioned trailer while these guys work their asses off in the summer Texas heat. After a couple of weeks, it seems like the guys are starting to get depressed. They are still working hard but something is wrong. My uncle notices too and instructs me to fix the problem. After all, keeping them happy is my job. I notice Luis, one of the guys who speaks English decently, sitting alone in the trailer on a break. So I join him and start a conversation. It takes some prying, but I get him to admit what is bothering the guys: they are lonely. They're here working long days and not seeing their girlfriends and wives. But missing their faces isn't the real issue. When I suggest FaceTiming their women every day, Luis says that wouldn't solve the problem. Bottom line: these men are horny. They haven't had any sex since crossing the border, unless you count their hands. Hmm. This challenge will be harder than finding them food and drinks. What am I supposed to do? Hire some hookers? That would be expensive and illegal. If only they were gay, I'd help them out myself. I have a thing for the strong masculine type. I text my college friend Hector about the problem. He's gay like me but also Hispanic. After beating around the bush, he comes out and says it: I should let them use me. Hector knows I'm always horny for cock, so why not? Hector tells me something I didn't know: in Mexican culture, it's not considered gay to fuck or be sucked by a man. Only the man taking the cock is considered gay. Luis is still breaking alone in the trailer. It's time to test what Hector told me. I get down on my knees and climb under the table Luis is sitting at. He hasn't noticed because he is scrolling through his phone. He nearly jumps out of his seat when my hands begin to massage his crotch. He quickly looks down and smiles with approval. It takes mere seconds for his cock to grow rock hard. I am afraid his jeans are going to burst open. I gently unbutton and unzip his jeans. I am shocked when his massive meat springs out. No underwear! I put my face near his crotch and soak it all in. His cock is big and thick, attached to two meaty balls that are surely full of cum. He smells like a combination of testosterone and sweat. Luis' hands reach under the table. One grabs his meat and the other pushes the back of my head toward it. I know what to do. Since he only has a few minutes left in his break, there is no time to waste. I put my mouth around his cock head and begin sucking him down, inch by inch. He moans and says some things under his breath. I can't make it all out, but I hear "white whore" at some point. I bob my head up and down as his breathing and moaning pick up. He pushes my head all the way down on his cock. Then he lets out a roar as his cum begins splashing the back of my throat. I swallow every drop and continued to suck him until he goes soft and removes his hand from my head. He fastens his jeans, stands up, nods, and heads out the door. I smile and climb back to my feet.

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Honestly I don't really understand your partner's position... I'm poz undetectable too; with my neg partner we're currently monogamous and play bareback, but we have talked a lot of this issue, even with him coming with me to my doctor. For now he's not on Prep, but I really have nothing against it if my guy one day would tell me he'd go for it; it's HIS health, HIS body. And in case he wants to open the relationship Prep is the first thing we would think about. Well, if he wanted to take it without us to open our relationship "officially", I would have nothing against that decision as it means, "if you cheat you at least think of your health". I have HIV due to cheating consequences in a before-Prep time; why should I say no! I'm undetectable, I'm safe, but if the guy wants Prep it would not mean he's fearing me; he'd be rather protecting himself, and that's his right.

Wow, this hole is flawless, fucking gorgeous.

Just fuck and have fun. Don’t worry about it. If you get HIV so be it. Why have a conversation about prep anyway.

Damn good story!

Learning to swallow. i've received lots of piss up the ass and love that. i've also loved the idea of drinking a Mans piss from His cock. my desire is maybe more specific than generic. i don't like the taste of piss (yet?), but i love the idea of drinking from a Mans cock if He is into it. I want it to be mutual, that He gets off on using me that way because i get off on His pleasure. To me there are a few things i love: being a part of a Mans pleasure when He 'releaves' Himself, and being the receptacle of His release, relief, and subsequent pleasure. The other thing is the mind fuck, that He realizes i get so much pleasure out of His pleasure that i enjoy being His toilet... even crave it. i love that understanding, connection i can have with a Man. i had my third experience tonight and did really well, got overwhelmed at first, but then swallowed every drop after that without spilling. The taste didn't bother me this time and now i have piss breath... which reminds me of His cock and pleasure in my mouth.

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I tend to think about how it feels to the bottom, how great it is that he's come to his self-realization, how much I love rutting/Breeding in Holes, how it tasted, how thrilling it is to mate with my pigbros. BUT !!! Sometimes, selfish behavior can alter it. For instance, last night I was rutting in one perfectly fine Hole in the darkroom, but lusting after the young man taking loads next to me. Courtesy would require that I wait for the Cock currently in that boy to pump it's Sperm up his gut, and then take my turn. But no. First, understand that the darkroom at Slammer is quite narrow. There's enough room for a bottom taking Cocks to kneel on the Breeding crib, for the Top that's fucking him, and juuuuust enough room for other guys to squeeze by behind the Top. So. This enormous guy decided to stand right behind the lovely young man, doing nothing but standing there, and take up all the room for a Top with his enormous belly. No one could get by him, or in place to fuck the young man. It was as though since he had never put down the fork in his life, that entitled him to "CockBlock" that sweet boy. I only managed to kneel down, get around a ham-sized thigh, and eat the boy's Hole briefly. Point? Manners count. Courtesy counts. A sense of Brotherhood counts. If it's something you wouldn't want done to you, then for chrissake, don't do it to others. 😠

Fucking hell. I'll happily flip to top so i can load that hot arse. You are fucking hot!I

I was on a fishing boat Very nice boat on Gulf of Mexico Guy fucked me on the deck under the stars I took three loads from him

I was feeling a tongue exploring my body, a bearded mouth in my sweaty pits. “Let’s give it a bit more time” I heard. I didn’t know really what was wanted from me, but I was willing to take whatever would be given to me. Someone sat by my side of the mattress while I was still lying on my back, my legs kept open by a hand. I felt legs placing themselves between my thighs, a cock rubbing my hole. “Look at that, told you that slut was already full” someone said. “Go for it, man. Don’t think he’s gonna give a lot of resistance”. A dick was thrust deep inside. It wasn’t even painful, I was relaxed already, my hole could take anything. I couldn’t tell if that dick was thick or not. It just slid right in, with the help of the loads I had previously been given. “This feels great, loose and sloppy, man!” It wasn’t long before I got another load. I heard whispering that I couldn’t understand and some shuffling I couldn’t figure out what it was. “Next” I heard from the guy sitting by my side. “Do you want some?” The question was not addressed to me. Following his lead, guys were taking turns. I don’t know how long it had been, how many guys had shot in me, maybe 2, maybe 10, but the second pill started to kick in. Another rush of heat, another rush of intense sweating. I was feeling insanely dizzy this time, a little nauseous too but I had eaten nothing in hours. My legs were hurting but they were still being maintained firmly open to whoever wanted to shoot their cum in my ass. The dizziness was so intense, I was falling in and out of consciousness, without passing out. I was hearing discussions, but no one was addressing me. I had definitely become just a hole. I was in no way capable of understanding fully what was being done to me, let alone resist.

I definitely agree with the other opinions that Morocco, Egypt and Turkey (yes, I know it isn’t Africa;-) are definitely places where you can be taken without a condom! On many occasions, I was fucked raw in Turkish hammams and it was incredible. I think the whole Middle East and North Africa are full of horny straight, gay and bisex men wanting to dump their seed in a hot hole!

Fuck, you whore. You are such a filthy depraved faggot. I will actually pay for you to get the word TRASH tattooed on your lower back. or CUMDUMPSTER or just FUCKTOY

Part 3 I am exhausted when I finally return home after work. I manage a quick shower and jerk myself off before falling asleep. The next morning I awake to my phone buzzing. Shit, did I oversleep? No, it's Saturday. So why is my uncle texting me? His message says he wants to meet for lunch and talk about how the job is going. I'm just glad he doesn't want to have breakfast. I lay in bed and replay yesterday in my head. I can't help but rub one out. This is the bed that I masturbated in thousands of times as a teenager. The bed where I first started putting things in my hole. Where I first watched porn. Now look where I am. I arrive at my uncle's favorite diner and find him waving from a corner booth. We quickly order and get down to business. "So it seems like you've figured out what was bothering the guys. They were in great spirits yesterday afternoon," he says. "Uh...yeah I guess so." I respond, not sure where this is headed. "Tyler, I have to show you something," my uncle says as he slides his phone across the table. I pick it up and can't believe my eyes. There on his phone is video of me getting gangbanged on the table by eight Mexican studs. "Uh, how did you? I can explain..." I said in panic. "No need to explain, Tyler. You were just doing your job. I told you to do anything to keep them happy and you did just that. Apparently you didn't notice the security camera on the ceiling when you were laying on your back," he says with a chuckle. "I was a bit distracted. Wait, so you're not mad?" "Hell no! You are just what those men need. Look, I knew you were a homo. I don't care, more chicks for me that way. You finally found a way to use your skills on the job site." "Hehe, I guess so. Well, I promise it won't happen again." "The hell it won't! You've gotta give your body up to these horny men every work day now. I know I'm asking a lot more work from you, so I'm increasing your pay by 50%. These guys are motivated and are working harder and faster than I've ever seen. So in a way, you're saving me money," my uncle says. "Are you gonna tell my parents about this?" I ask worriedly. "I won't tell anyone. Though the videos and pictures those guys took of you could get around, but not by me." "Oh, you saw that part too huh?" "Yep, I couldn't look away." my uncle responds. "They really don't care that you're a boy. They use you just like a girl." As we eat our meal, he rambles on about business. I'm shocked that he's fine with all of this. When we finish up and it's time to pay, he pulls two credit cards out of his wallet. "Here, this is your new expense card. Go buy what you need to keep these men happy." "Like, what do you mean?" I ask. "You know, sex stuff. Whatever they're into. Oh, and don't worry, I'm having a small bed installed in the trailer so you don't have to spend all your time on the table." "Thanks," I say as I take the credit card from him. This is one of the oddest conversations I've ever had, but also one of the most exciting. We leave the cafe and go our separate ways. Not sure what to buy, I text my friend Hector again. After all, he's the one who got me into all this. Hector is so jealous when he hears my job is to be a fuckboy for Mexican men. He recommends sexy underwear, skimpy outfits, lots of lube, poppers (especially for me to keep up), and something I never considered: a chastity cage. I told him how horny I've been by all this and how I can't stop jerking myself off. He says if I'm going to handle eight men a day, I need to be at full hornyness and not pleasure myself. Plus it will show dedication to the men. Hector also recommends coming up with a schedule so the men don't have to all use me at lunch. This will give them more time to fuck and me more time to recover in between. I draft up a schedule on my phone. All eight men will get a 15 minute break with me each day. Four per day will get to fuck my ass and the other four will get blowjobs. Then it will rotate the other days. I spend the rest of the weekend shopping and resting. The real challenge starts on Monday and I can't wait.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER IV: SETTING A TRAP: BENNY, MARCUS and the INSTAGAY: I was so pumped up from Justin's successful pozzing, that same surge of electricity that I felt whenever I loaded him up with my toxins, coursed through me all over again. I was flying high, with a powerful feeling of invincibility. Pozzing hole was a fucking fantastic feeling! Justin had a bad fuck flu for several days during which he told me, despite his fever, he was so horned up he couldn't keep from jerking off at every opportunity. On the fifth day, he felt a little better, got out of bed due to sheer raging horniness and went to a glory hole where took 4 more loads of unknown toxicity and gave a couple of known toxic ones to some face-down “no-questions-asked” cumdumps. “Good boy, keep spreading our strain,” I texted to him, “make me some poz grandsons!” My strain would live on in Justin, it was a bond so natural and beautiful, made all the more special because he was my first conquest. I was so proud of him for overcoming his initial reluctance, which in the end made it more prized to me, that I was able to work over his mind to get his body ready for infecting. I heard from Eric that Justin got inked with a biotat not long after his test results, and of course they took the opportunity to recharge each other with their own viral loads. And Keith got into the act as well, setting Justin up with an appointment with Idealistic Young Gay Doctor and when Doctor wasn't looking, Justin and Keith exchanged bugs as well, Keith completing the circle of poz when his toxic load recharged his new poz grandson. As for me, now that I had a taste of it, one pozzing was never gonna be enough, and certainly not if I wanted to get into The Ten or approach Eric or Keith's numbers...Eric had since blown past 30 confirmed pozzings , earning his third X for his scorpion tat, and Keith told me he was currently at 14, with a few still pending the fuck flu. I had to make up time on those two. And luckily my proven pozzing potential unleashed a torrent of messages and emails. It was practically a full-time job sorting through the unserious ones but a few did emerge. One, in particular, got me really determined to help a chaser brother out. Benny was in his late fifties, and as I read his first message, it was clear that he was very different from Justin: “Hello Sir,” he began (the “Sir”is always a good sign 🙂 “congrats on pozzing that hot young guy. You ever want to poz someone not in such good shape or a little older? Or both? I've been trying to level-up to poz for years but it just hasn't happened. Not so many guys want to fuck a guy like me.” After a few coaxing messages from me, Benny enclosed a pic of his hairy hole and he was definitely older than my usual chaser candidates, and as was clear from his pic, had about 80 extra pounds on him. “My aim is to poz” I replied one night to him “I don't discriminate, and this is not a romantic or boyfriend situation,” so if you want it, I am psyched to give it to you.” Since I had had so many unserious requests, I started to compile some personal ground rules that I would abide by and I would expect my poz progeny to abide by as well. I went on to lay out my rules to Benny: “You exclusively take loads from me until you're poz or until you decide not to continue chasing.” It's important for me to know that I will be the one to get you there, and with my HVL, I will succeed.” “You let me brush up your hole before and after every fuck and I always fuck with my 0g P.A. “Whenever I fuck you, I will do so to completion, I will not pull out.” “After I poz you, you post a pic of the test on your twitter so others know I'm carrying potent seed. I will also post it on twitter and BZ to announce the arrival of a new poz son.” “If you agree to these rules, and you want me to poz you for real, write back and let me know” I hadn't heard from him for over two weeks and figured he wasn't serious or didn't want to abide by my rules for Pozzing Season, but then one day, late at night, an email arrived: “Sir, I agree to your terms, and will accept your toxic cum as you see fit to gift it to me. I don't know why I need to be poz, I just know I won't be happy until I am, and I really want you do be the one to do it.” I quickly set up the first Pozzing Session with Benny. He would've had to drive about 3 hours each way, so instead I suggested a discount hotel chain about halfway between our residences. As it happens, I had been to that place a few times in the last couple of months. On the agreed-upon day, I arrived at the motel first: “Welcome back, Sir,” greeted my favorite cute desk clerk, Marcus, “good to see you here again, still traveling a lot for work are we?” “Hi Marcus, yes, another work trip,” I lied. (Would he feel differently if he knew I used his hotel to infect chasers with my HIV strain)? “I have your preferred room, around the back of the hotel away from the freeway lights,” he helpfully informed me. Of course, I had already been here before meeting a couple of other chasers already on my roster, hoping they would turn up poz any day now...This budget hotel was a great assignation spot. And in the cute Marcus at the desk, I had identified a potential next target for my poz seed, not that he knew it yet. We had been chatting at the desk a couple of times, late at night, after I had brushed and bred a chaser or two, and Marcus told me a little about himself. He's putting himself through med school, his mother came from the Philippines and his dad was a Navy man. Marcus now lived near the motel with his sister and her husband and kids...all small talk designed to eventually get this kid into bed and get him pozzed. Anyway, Benny arrived at the designated time, well, I say “arrived,” but what I mean is that he pulled up to space infront of the door, and then I could see him just sitting in his car; after about 10 minutes, I texted him: “You ready?” “I'm ready, I was just getting up the courage. My pics weren't so current. I'm worried you won't be able to cum in a guy like me.” “Just get in here now. Don't you want this toxic upgrade? ,” I texted back. I wasn't worried, not every guy was Justin, a young and buff type or a little twink like Marcus, and I certainly wasn't, either....plenty of guys passed over my pics online or responded to my inquiries with a curt “no thanks.” But now my main currency and my not-so-secret weapon was my viral load; pozzing was my main goal and whether a guy looked like a model or not wasn't my priority. After a couple more minutes, he simply texted “OK,” and I heard the car door shut and he walked up and knocked. I answered as usual, naked and hard, my P.A glistening in the little shaft of light from the bathroom. “I've never done this before,” Benny told me. “Don't worry, I'll take you through it, but if you have any doubts, this is the time to tell me.” “I've waited a long time for this, I don't want to wait any longer,” he sighed. Behind his soft green eyes was a fearful expression. “C'mon over here,” I guided him to the bed, and quickly got him in prime pozzing position – on all fours with his hole ready to receive the brush. I opened a new toothbrush – every victim of my toxins gets their own brush. (I keep them and look at them sometimes.) “Now, first I'm going to use this,” I instructed, showing him the new toothbrush, it's hard bristles bright white and ready to scratch up his hole, “then I will take it out and replace it with this,” pointing to my pierced cock standing at attention. I held him closely from behind for a few minutes, just fingering his hole to get him to relax a bit. Next I worked my tongue down into his hole and instantly I felt his body unclench. A few minutes of rimming was just what he needed to relax a bit. “Here we go Benny,” I warned him the brush was next, “And I'm not gonna stop until you get my poz load.” “Do it!,” he begged, “poz my hole!” As usual, I was already pre-cumming, so I squeezed out a couple of drops onto my finger and brought it up to Benny's lips. “This seed is your destiny, taste the poz before I impregnate you with it, it's time now,” I directed. “Just one drop of my toxic precum can change your whole fucking life!” I squeezed out a couple more drops of my ever-flowing poz pre-cum onto the brush and into Benny's hole it went. His instant reflex was to come off it, but I tightened my arm around his chest so he couldn't get off it, and I pushed the brush in further, scraping the sides of his manhole to get it nice and scratched up “Your hole is mine now, pig.” After a couple of minutes, I looked down to ensure the brush had done it's intended job and then in went my hard poz weapon. I fucked him quickly and soon filled his hole with my poison load, there was about 8 shots of pure toxicity in all, and with each release of my pure virus into his brushed-up hole, raw electric power surged through me and into him. His hole had bled moderately from the brushing and my poz seed, once it was deposited into him to begin its job, mixed with his bright red blood for a pinkish mix of perfect pozzing potion. I plugged up his hole, and as we waited for my cock to rebound for Round 2, he held onto me close, deeply sighing with a mix of pain from the brush and astonishment that he made it happen. “I can't believe I really went through with it, do you think it will work?” “It may take a few times, but I'm a HVL unmedicated top with a great conversion rate, I said proudly, so yeah, I know it will work,” I said, smiling back at him. He was talking a bit about his life, how his long-term husband has been medicated and undetectable for years and wouldn't go off meds – Benny wants to be poz to match his husband. He works remotely for a production company that produces, among other things, the KyleStyle Insta page, run by Kyle Wilson, a strapping blond Midwestern gay who gardens, cooks, chops wood and decorates his Minnesota farmhouse. Kyle's following seems to consist solely of gay men and women, most of whom who are oblivious to his gayness, somehow his lack of wife and his adeptness at domestic abilities would make it apparent to them, but I guess not... As we talked, I imagined in my head that this Instagay was there taking my fuck, this got me going again and Benny leaned over and started sucking me; Benny's doing a great job on me with his mouth - he certainly knows how I was loving it, but since the game here is to fuck, breed, poz...and repeat, I turned Benny over again, took out the plug and sank my precumming tool into his wet hole once more. “Good fucking pigboy, Benny! You gonna get pozzed up for me, pig? Yeah you are. I'm pozzing you now, accept the fate, feel that toxic strain inside you, worming its way into your system. No turning back now, you fucking cumdump!” Soon enough a new batch of my fresh HIV babies was flooding into Benny's hole and I quickly replugged him, reminded him not to get bred by anyone else so I can take sole credit for his poz upgrade. He got dressed for his long drive, and as he was leaving, he turned and hugged me tightly, “Thank you, Sir, thank you for pozzing me,” and then he was out the door and on his drive home. I know it was only the 1 session, but I now felt certain my second conversion had just happened. One more rung to my first X to go beside my biohazard tattoo, one step closer to my branding as the poz predator I was becoming. I texted Eric and Keith: "Just got another one, guys!" ☣️ Elated, I fell asleep dreaming of Kyle, then Marcus, and then positioning their holes side-by-side and fucking both back and forth until they both get loaded up with my strain. This was a good day – two poz loads for Benny, my continuing long-range goal of taking the neg out of an unsuspecting Marcus, and now another new target emerged: “Minnesota nice” Instagay Kyle. I woke up from dreaming with a start and a envisioned it: Somehow, I didn't know how just yet – I was gonna poz Insta Kyle. Yeah, this was a good day.

Chapter III: Taking the Gift I had been texting back and forth with Justin and his texts were alternating between amped up for some toxic loads and then a couple of hours later he would equivocate and say “maybe I’m not ready.” I knew what he was going through – it’s a big line to cross and commitment to make to dedicate yourself to chasing HIV. It had taken me several months of stop-and-start to fully commit, so I wasn’t depending on Justin right now to follow through. I was spending a lot of time on Poz-twitter groups and BZ announcing my new enhanced status. All of that elicited the usual dozens of chaser messages but would any of them follow through? I was beginning to think that as hard as it was to successfully chase, it might also be hard to successfully gift, with the non-serious, not-ready guys making up the bulk of my DMs and emails. Still, I held out hope for Justin. He saw my bio tat at Eric’s studio and was fascinated by it. He gave me his number right away and since then we’d been texting back and forth. He postponed the first gifting we had scheduled for the next week, and I wondered just how serious he was. Then there was a few days of radio silence, and I pondered whether he had reconsidered accepting toxic loads in his un-PrEPPED hole. Then, after 3 days of silence, came this: “Hey man, I’ve been asking myself if I really want this, and I can’t get it out of my head, even though I know I shouldn't want this...But I have to have your virus, I need your strain living inside me!” I texted back, “Yeah, it was the same for me when I started chasing, it insinuates the mind before it does your body. I'm excited to poz you up, brother, but no pressure... Just remember, we can do this or we can wait, it’s up to you.” Of course, I was determined to infect this guy, to make him my first. So I was trying to be supportive but still persuasive at the same time: “You know, I’m super toxic right now, so if you want me to gift you my strain, now’s the time.” Back came his text, not 20 seconds later: “I want it, man. I want you to poz me. Be my gifter into the brotherhood!” “Just so you know , if I fuck you, you’ll probably go poz, there’s no turning back.” “Yep, I’m ready for your strain. Let’s get it done!” This confirmation was all I needed from him and I quickly shot back a text telling him to prepare his hole, and to come over in 1 hour. I saw the three dots to indicate he was writing a response text…and then they went away…and then they appeared again and again went away. Finally, came the response I was hoping for: “See you in 1 hour. I’m so excited!” I set out my pozzing tools, namely a new toothbrush and some silicon lube. I had wanted to buy a “Cruel Condom,” but it was back-ordered, so that particular method would have to wait. I quickly showered and lay in bed waiting for the doorbell to chime. While I waited, I texted Keith a pic of Justin’s hot hole: “I got a this 20-something chaser on the way...a referral from Eric...can’t wait ‘til I get him good and pozzed up” “That’s great, man, your first victim! You gonna brush his hole ?” “Yep, got the toothbrush right here,” I texted, adding a pic of the brush and my hard poz cock. “This is what you did to me, brother! Your strain is gonna poz up this little chaser!” “Congrats, man, and it's *our* strain now! Get him good! Take that neg status away from him! I gotta go now, we got another chaser in to see the doc and he’s another of my prey so I think his results will be +” “LOL, between you and Eric, you guys are building an army!” You were my first “X,” stud, but there's gonna be more “Xs” soon!” Just at the 1 hour mark, when I momentarily thought “maybe he’s not coming,” the doorbell rang. Bingo. My first prey to fall victim to my poz seed was here! I looked down at my hard cock and thought about how I was fulfilling my destiny to spread the bug and infect chasers. I was ready. Naked and with my pierced poz dick at full attention,I greeted Justin at the door, he was looking so hot in his T-shirt and shorts. He smiled a sheepish smile and came in, accepting the glass of wine I offered him. I moved him to the couch and stroked his sandy hair and ran my hands over his thighs. I could sense a slight tremble in him as looked down at my poz weapon and my biohazard tat. “You ready for this?” I queried, “pointing down to my rigid pierced cock,” We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He sipped his wine and looked up at me to say “Do you take the piercing out beforehand?” “No, I never remove the Prince Albert...it will help the process.” “Wow, it looks so big and hard...I haven't been fucked much in the last couple years.” Sensing hesitation from him, I looked to get this going before he had any more doubts, “C'mon upstairs, I'll be gentle at first.” “I’m ready, please poz me, Sir, it's all I can think about,” he said, knocking back the rest of his wine in one gulp. “OK, just so you know, even though I am pretty toxic right now, it will help the process if I use one of these,” I said, pulling out the toothbrush I had next to me. “OK...did you get brushed as well?” “Yeah, my pozzer Keith brushed me before and after every fuck. It helps with the transmission. It’s uncomfortable and we don’t have to do it if you don’t like it, but it will help. “Then you should do it to me also. Since I saw you in the tattoo studio, saw your ink, I feel like we have a kind of bond that I want to solidify. I know you’re gonna poz lots of guys, but knowing I’ll be your first conquest and that really gets me going.” We made our way upstairs, me leading Justin by the hand…Still a slight tremble in his hand, but he has committed. I lay him on the bed, stripped off his shorts and shirt and placed him on all fours and spread his butt cheeks open. I wanted to get right down to business – firstly, so it would be too late for him to back out, and secondly, this wasn’t a romantic fuck, we weren’t there for that, only to get my virus into his hole, which was was pink and winking at me, and when I put my tongue to it, it tasted of soap and water. I brought the toothbrush up to his hole and let him know the next step: “Once I do this, there’s no turning back. I’m gonna brush your hole and then fuck you and cum in you with my toxic load. Once I’m in you, I won’t pull out.” I briefly flashed back to when my first gifter Eric, first brushed my hole – he put some bug-loaded precum from his hard cock on the bristles and scraped it inside my cunt, it was painful but I was so happy that even right then and there, I might be getting pozzed with his HIV seeds. “Do it to me, Sir,” Justin murmured quietly but resolutely, snapping me back to the present, “Fuck me! Poz me, please.” Slowly at first, the toothbrush went up into the pink passage and I started gently at first, moving it side to side, back and forth, in and out. He grimaced with its entry into his hole, but I reminded him this was necessary, to take a breath and work through it. There was no way I was gonna stop now. “It’s getting your hole ready to accept and absorb my toxic load,” to which he moaned more and began begged for my poz cock. So after a minute more of toothbrushing, and when I noticed a few bloody toothbrush bristles as I removed it, I lubed up my pierced poz tool and sent it straight into Justin’s hole. I teased it a bit at first, going in only halfway, pulling it out a bit I noticed that already my pre-cum beading up on my cockhead, already doing its job to infect him. After this, he would never be the same. With that and more determined than ever to begin my Pozzing Career and get into The Ten, I plunged it deep inside him, not stopping until I was balls-deep inside his brushed up cunt. “Fuck me, please, Sir, with that poz toxic cock and bring me into the brotherhood, make me yours, fill me up with your DNA and change my life.” His hole was warm and sweet and it wasn’t going to take long for my first poz-to-neg transmission to take place. He was moaning and grimacing a bit, probably from the pain of the brush, but I was undeterred. I kept my pace, driving my cock deep into his hole, back out and back in, and with every thrust, kept telling him what he was receiving: “Already, pig, my toxic pre-cum is planting itself in you, pozzing you straight into the brotherhood. Fucking little pigboy that you are, begging for dirty poz cum in your hole. Yeah, I’m gonna poz you, slut. You want my high-viral unmedicated HIV, pig?” “Fuck yes, Sir, give me that poison!” was his response as he bit down on the pillow. “And then you take my strain and spread it around, like the good poz faggot you will be!” I was getting close. I withdrew a bit, mostly cuz I was so close to cumming but also I wanted to see the results of my handiwork with the toothbrush – there was a streak of bright red on the end of my cock, my translucent toxic pre-cum flowing from my cockhead stained pink. OK, it was now time to bring this boy fully into the brotherhood. I shoved it deeper into him, thrusting it in and out some more, my poison boiling up in my balls to infect this hole, and finally it burst through in six or seven shots of sweet warm liquid virus, meeting the abrasions in his hole from the brush and impregnating him with my seed. With every pump of poz spunk, a surge of electricity went through me into him as I screamed out ‘I’m pozzing you now!” After a minute or so, I pumped out the last few drops of my HIV into his hole, reached around his chest to hold him. It was then I could feel him softly crying – I pulled out of him and held him a bit, slowly stroking his hair. His cock had spontaneously erupted as well, and there was a puddle of his negative cum on his leg. I scooped some up and brought it to his lips and told him: “This may be your last neg load ever, boy,” I told him as I slipped a plug into his hole to better absorb my gift. He was overcome with the emotions of finally succumbing to this fantasy, of finally making it a reality. “I’m so happy, these are tears of joy. Thank you, Sir, I hope it works.” “Oh, it will work baby boy. But we have to fuck again in a few minutes and then every few days for the next month. Don’t take any loads from anyone else, so I know when you go poz, it was from me. That’s how I earn my way into The Ten. With that, I propped up his legs on pillows to get an assist from good old gravity. And every time you jerk off, think to yourself how this will either be your last neg load or your first poz one.” After about 30 minutes of just holding him, my cock was ready once more and I opened him up, removed the plug and fucked him again, this second load didn't take long to come forth and again he once again softly cried as I replugged his hole now that my second batch of poison cum seeped into his system. And that is how we did it every few days, after work or early in the mornings as our schedules permitted. It revolved around getting him pozzed up – it was our only goal for these few weeks. He got adept at taking the toothbrush and over the 4 weeks, I kept track of the load count that went up his hole. “Baby boy, you’ve gotten 15 toxic loads with the toothbrush from me,” I texted him one day. There was no answer from him for a couple of days. Then, one day while I was at a work meeting, a message came through on my phone: It was a pic of a home test. Two lines. POZ. “Sir, you did it, you pozzed me! I’m so happy and proud to be carrying your strain!” I had done it! I had pozzed my first and it was this beautiful young man who would now spread the new strain around! My cock sprang to life in the middle of the work meeting. I had to make up an excuse and left the room, eagerly texting Eric and Keith and sharing the test result pic with the good news on twitter: “Proud Papa: hopefully the first of many!” Instantly, I was deluged with congratulatory messages, pictures of “Happy Fathers Day” cards, and more DMs from chasers. With a successful pozzing under my belt, I was in more demand than ever. But that was only 1 out of the 10 successful hits I needed to earn my X and get me into The Ten. And of course, I was already on the way to more conversions. TO BE CONTINUED

I sure wish there was still a bathhouse in Austin. I need to go to the one in San Antonio sometime. Still hoping another part comes for this story soon!

I've been topped by plenty of much younger guys - it's always hot. I'm a bit surprised you're finding it difficult. I can't think of many who'd say no to a 19 yo top...

Would LOVE to have been at that party! Sounds like my hole missed out!

I am not always a nasty perv, but when I do let that part of me out and about (partying, especially slamming brings it out instantly and with a vengeance), but when I do I love all things (almost) perverted and taboo. I bareback 99.9% off the time. I like finding out guys secrets, fantasies, things they might usually be ashamed to admit and I do it without judgement because it usually turns me on. I am also a porn clerk and probably a sex addict. About Ten years ago I made a slamming video with a Fuck buddy of mine that ended up online. We got quite a following with it. Partly because it didn't end with the rush but we kept the camera going while we fucked. We also decided that we would get as perverted as we fucking could so I say a bunch of very twisted stuff in the video, some of which in into and some I'm not but it received an almost virile level of views and I have even been recognized in the street because of it. That's a turn on when I'm high, not so much the rest of the time, but what can you do. It's made its way into tumblr, macho mo, nkp, and toxic loads I think it's called , although I dint personally have a copy of it. I also love to bury my face in a hot clean bubble butt, kiss,v and. all the usual stuff. Getting verbal, creative and pervy is often fun too. So is passion. I'm in an open relationship and may our may not still be sending quality Fuck time with the hottest, best most fantastic bottom. I'm often a total bottom hater, but I'm actually just tired of all the selfish, lazy, bottomless pits who didn't get enough love as a child and are now trying to fill that hole with bigger and bigger dicks and fists and things. I usually lose my hard on pretty quickly with them and end up fucking angrily trying to cum. With the guy I may or may not still be fucking I stay hard for hours (with our without drugs) and am always on the verge of cumming. I'm also ready to go again right away. (He spent the last 16 years in prison, he's much shorter than me, he isn't a lazy bottom, is bi and very closeted and he loves my cock. ). I also have a fetish for ex Mormons.