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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.

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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

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that was hot

I'll have to make a roadtrip and hit Love Shack with you!

There are some exceptions. Crew Club in DC is in a desirable neighborhood to live.

Damn good story!

Because he knew he didn't have the votes in Congress to override a veto. So, he caved instead. Fortunately for him, no language relating to a blue dress was included in the legislation .....

Some do, some don't. I realize that doesn't give a lot of information, but these are the things to remember: 1. STIs are an inherent risk with bareback sex. That's not to say that condoms prevent all STIs - they don't, because some spread by skin-to-skin contact even if the genitals don't make direct contact - but there is a higher risk with bareback sex. 2. *On average* - and that's a key qualifier - people who have a lot of bareback sex with multiple partners tend to have more STIs than those who only have occasional sex with one or a limited number of partner(s). It's "on average" because you could have sex with forty guys, none of whom have an STI (and thus you won't contract one), or sex with one guy, who has an STI that you catch. It's like gambling: you might win the (reverse) jackpot on a single pull of a slot machine arm, or you might pull it all night and never get ahead. 3. Sex with guys in an area with a high prevalence of STIs is more likely *on average* to produce an STI than sex with guys in an area with a low prevalence of STIs. That said: Fifty guys may all be having sex with the same two (more promiscuous) guys, but if one of those guys gets an STI, it can easily spread to everyone once the omes who have lots of partners are infected. 4. This is one of the reasons doctors who prescribe PrEP ordinarily order routine STI screening every few months. STIs caught early are easier treated than those that escape detection for months or years, and are less likely to spread.

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

After my back-to-back intense fuck sessions, I got dressed and headed out on the town. It was Wednesday night, and Folsom was only just kicking into gear. Not really knowing if I was going to top what's already occurred, I didn't want to keep thinking in regret for not trying. There was a bit more play here and there, but nothing along the lines of my two hot men earlier in the day. I called it a night about 2 a.m., not having shot my own load yet. The next night was going to be the big naked night at Laboratory, and wanted to conserve my energy. Good thing I did; this turned out to be the sluttiest night of my life. A record that still stands 2 years later. The best thing to do was to get a good night's rest; mostly to ensure that I could be out as late as I could without feeling too tired. I headed out early afternoon to check out some of the shops - got a few more new jocks and skivvies, a pocket size bottle of lube, and a few other random accessories. One has to stay prepared. The afternoon was mostly uneventful outside of that. Only a random message here and there on the apps, but nothing that really intrigued me. A couple of the guys messaging also said they'd be at that same naked party in the evening and we left it at "say hi if you see me there". I honestly didn't think too much of them at that point (similar to the "LA lunch" - you may say it, but you never actually go through with it). After a nap, I showered off and spent the next bit in bed working myself with my dildo. The last thing I wanted was to turn up and have a group of guys all wanting to plow me, only to be too tight to take any of them. At around half-8, the moment of truth arrived, and I made my way over to the party not knowing what was in store. If you've never been, Laboratory is huge. It's also over on the old east side of Berlin away from much of the other gay area. Once inside, I checked in, got undressed, took a deep breath and headed straight to the bar. I'd done this before, but about 50 pounds heavier and far more of an alcoholic than I was now; I quit the bottle as part of my overall health kick. More than anything, I was quite curious how different the experience might be now that I was now more of an "otter" than a "bear". I grabbed a cola and drank it down while checking out the available men. These naked nights entail each person being marked with a number upon entry in order for the bar staff to know who to charge for a drink, since you're obviously not carrying a wallet. I decided to make the night a game and keep track of the highest and lowest number of the guys I would up with. Finishing off my cola, I walked around a bit until I got to the small room near the bar that's totally dark. There are guys playing everywhere, but this is proper dark-room style play. Almost instantly, I felt a slow caress on my left butt-cheek. I turned around to find a slim guy, slightly taller than me, and darker skinned. I don't know what he said next, but I just got right on my knees and started working his cock. Nice sized - about 8 inches - and he was def a moaner while I worked it. Before I knew it, my slut ass was turned around, lubed up, and I felt every inch penetrating me. Now facing the other direction moaning intensely, I saw a small line of guys in front of me. Eyeing one in particular, I fixated on his swelling cock. It was a bit difficult to ask him to suck it while I was "unnhh"ing like crazy, but thankfully he got the hint and stepped forward. Cock on both ends! They took turns, switching over after a spell before stopping to catch their breath. One downside to these parties as a bottom is that no one wants to be the first to cum - it would be a while before a guy would actually load me, unless he was 22 and able to jizz at the drop of a hat. They'd barely walked off before I felt a hand on my lower back guiding me to stay in position; without turning around, next guy has his way, but also no creamy finish. This happened about three more times over the next hour. During a break in the action, I stammered back to the bar for another drink. There's only so much dick you can handle without taking a little breather. Finishing this off, I made my way over to the other end of the club where there was a more open area full of naked men. I would up next to a southern European guy who was clearly in his early 20s; I'm nearly twice his age, so I wasn't expecting anything. Next think I knew, though he offered up his rather large, thick cut cock to my salivating mouth. Who was I to say no? Before I new it, he guided me back up on the bench, ass forward and face up. I handed him my lube for him to use; to my satisfaction, he put it straight on him, no condom. He was thick, so it was good that I'd been freshly fucked beforehand; especially since he was an intense hard fucker! Once he was in me, he gave me quite the ride! Because of my sounds, we attracted a small crowd around us. I was so ensconced watching him give it to me that I could barely see the slight change in his face. After a few more quick pumps, I felt him slam his cock all the way in and BAM; a hot warm sensation deep inside me. How could I have missed the signs? I grabbed his hips and held him in me until I knew he was done shooting. Another notch for him; and finally bred after the 7th dude. The crowd around us dispersed after he pulled out, so no sloppy seconds from anyone nearby. Seemed a shame. I made another pass around the club and once again found myself back in the darker area. This time, I walked by a guy with a familiar looking face - turns out one of my app buddies from earlier did find me! We snogged briefly before he pushed me up against a barrel to lean me over - and inserted his cock to find a nice wet surprise; a fresh load waiting to lube him up. He clearly enjoyed it, but it may have been a bit much for him. Seeing that it may make him cum sooner than he thought, he stopped and started off and on for the next ten minutes. Clearly he thought it too early to shoot off his own seed. He moved on, and I decided to just stay in position ready for the next guy. I didn't have to wait long. The next hour or so saw another 5 guys take their turn on my by-now wrecked hole, but each one stopping short before going over the edge. By this point, I needed another break. I wasn't sure of the actual time by now, but it did look like the place had hit its peak, and the sea of men started to slowly recede; although, there were still quite a few left. I headed over toward an area I hadn't been yet, to see what was around. I shortly made eye contact with a guy that had long, curly hair, and one of the biggest uncut monster cocks I'd seen. This was easily 9 inches with a definitive rightward curve. He grabbed me and guided me over to a spot where I could sit up a bit and position myself to take him. The curve was not going to make this easy, but he was thankfully patient. Twelve different men had their turn before him, so I was loose enough. In a nice change of pace, though, this guy fucked a little more passionately and less intensely. Not slow, either; this was more along the lines of those romantic boyfriend fucks we all dream about. Locked in each others arms, we were passionately kissing each other, looking in one another's eyes. All the while, feeling every inch going in and out. I used the opportunity to run my hands all through the ample hair on his chest, begging him not to stop. This went on for easily 20 minutes; by far the most romantic fuck of the day. He pushed all the way in and held it there, giving me a deep kiss. Unlocking his lips from mine, he looked deep in my eyes and gave me a slight nod. Knowing what this meant, I gave a sheepish nod back, grabbed the sides of his chest and braced. Restarting slowly, I was now paying attention to his slight grunts, each one growing just a little more intense than the last. I was hooked; I couldn't take my eyes off of him. The room wasn't well lit, but it was lit enough where I focused right in the centre of his brown eyes where each grunt of mine tried to match the intensity of his. Picking up the pace, I knew the time was near. There were no words. We just let our primal sounds guide the way. And then, it happened. Three really hard and intense pumps followed by the most natural orgasmic grunting I'd ever heard. Each one accompanied by a hot squirting motion in my ass. Collapsing on top of me afterwards, we made out a bit more. As before, no words to kill the moment, just primal moans. We continued to kiss until his now softened cock popped out. I think it was very fitting that the best fuck of the night was the last one. Lucky #13. I had one more drink after we parted ways. My legs needed a rest after that intense of a fuck. I stuck around for a bit more, just to see what else may happen, but by now the crowd was definitely thinning out. There is still much more of the weekend to go, so no use in being desperate for one more just yet. I went back over to gather my clothes and got dressed, paid my tab, and headed out. Checking my phone right out of the door, it was now 4:30 a.m.! Time flies when you've had dick almost non-stop for nearly six hours, apparently. The only saving grace is that the underground was starting service soon, so I didn't have to wait for a taxi or night bus. I only got two loads out of 13 guys, but this was not really a disappointment. Tonight was a personal best. Before this night, the most guys that had fucked me in one evening was 8. I fell asleep that morning a happy slut. I didn't know what the rest of the weekend had in store for me, but this weekend was now the sluttiest I've ever had. Even if I didn't find another dick the next three days, I could rest easy knowing that I'd beaten my personal best. That didn't mean, however, that I'd stop trying... *to be continued*

Back in 2015, I took my first trip to Berlin for Folsom weekend. This had to be the most sexually liberating experience of my life, by far! I knew I had to experience it a second time, but only after taking a year off; I didn't want to overdo it, after all. Skipping 2016, I decided to spend the next year getting myself into a little better shape and slimming down. Maybe the second time around would be better than the first. When the time came around, I booked my ticket for Folsom 2017 and anxiously waited for the weekend to arrive. As the time got closer and closer, though, I began to get nervous. I had such a wonderful time two years prior, and suddenly I was doubting if the next time would live up to expectations. I tried as best as I could to clear my head beforehand and go in without any lingering memories of my previous experience. Day one didn't disappoint. This time round, I checked into the Axel Hotel in Schoneberg, so that I could be right next to the action. After checking in, I popped over to the nearest sex shop to make sure I had enough goodies to last at least the first couple of days. A fresh bottle of poppers and a couple pocket-sized bottles of lube later, and I went back to my hotel room to relax before the evening. Obviously, the apps were the first place to look. Being in the heart of the action, there was plenty around. Many guys started to arrive that day (I got there on a Wednesday) so I was catching them fresh off the plane and ready to fuck. Not soon after firing up Scruff did I get a message from a guy in the hotel wanting to pop over. Nice-looking silverfox, vers. top, and smooth body. He came up and we played around a bit. When it got down to the nitty-gritty, he laid face-up on the bed begging for my cock...so much for him being a vers-top! Knowing I wanted to go around for some action later, I really tried to control my balls while fucking him. I'm not much of a rough top, but I also don't go so slowly that the bottom gets bored. I did, however, stop myself around 4 times over the next 15 minutes or so; my ass is not very welcoming once my nuts empty. I don't think my guy minded, as he blasted off a decent load after I stopped short of cumming for the last time. Being a cum-hungry slut, I pulled out and licked his load off of his chest. My intent was to fuck him more, but he didn't seem to be interested in bottoming anymore once he shot off. His cum tasted great, though! He towelled off, and headed back to his room. My inaugural load of the weekend still resting inside my own prostate for later... Checking my phone after he left, I found another Scruff message from a local guy this time. Folsom seems to be the weekend that the locals skip town, but this guy hit me up clearly wanting to experience an out-of-towner. About my age, slightly shorter, and very fit, he said he was heading for a run after work and wanted to stop by my room afterwards to release his tension. He then sent me a picture of a thick uncut cock - about 7.5 inches - and told me that there's only one place it wanted to be. I said that I'd be ready and waiting for it once he was ready. Fast forward around 45 minutes, and my sexy German man showed up. He was honestly one of the best kissers I've had in my life! Starting slow and passionately, we worked our way up to his aggressively positioning me into submission. He didn't wait for me to kneel down to worship his cock; he laid me down at the end of the bed and fed it to me. This guy knew exactly what he wanted, and he wasn't leaving until he got it. I must have sucked his dick for at least 15 minutes, alternating between my own motion where he just stood back and let me take control, and him feeding me and taking charge. All the while, he reached down my backside and gently fingered my hole. Soon enough, he grabbed my shoulders and directed me to turn the other way on the bed. Arching my back, i let him rim my ass. I can't stress this enough: I...LOVE...getting rimmed!!! The feeling of a wet tongue lathering my waiting hole makes me moan in ecstasy and practically beg to get fucked. I grabbed the lube and put it down toward the middle of the bed. When I saw my guy reach for it, I mentally started preparing myself for taking his thick member in my tight hole. Because he was a bit thick, it didn't exactly go in easy. Thankfully, though, he was patient and knew how to work it in. He started out by having me stand up and bend over with legs spread; being a tall guy (6'2") this is usually only plausible with another guy my height. He made it work, though, as he spread my legs wide enough to get at the right height. Starting slow, he worked his way in until I had all 7.5 inches inside. Taking one or two slow strokes hearing me moan in pleasure. Then, it began: he started pounding away with conviction! I was grunting like crazy! This had to have turned on my German top guy even more, as he seemed to keep fucking me with more enthusiasm the more noise I made. After a bit, he put my face up on the bed, eased his way in again, and started pumping away again. This happened in at least 4 different positions over the next half-hour. Finally.... "I'm gonna cum! You want it?" "Fuck yeah! Cum inside me!" I then felt a hard stroke all the way inside me and then about seven big blasts of man-milk dumping inside me. I absolutely love it when a guy stops fucking with his full dick inside me and just blasts. It means that every inch is against the walls of my ass just ready to feel every last bit of skin pulsing as each volley erupts out of his balls and empties into my willing cunt. After the squirting subsided, we stayed in position as we let out the last of our moans and grunts. My top man collapses onto my back, and we finish with a long hot snog. Turning me over, he wanted to jerk me to completion, but I wasn't close. We catch our breath, and he then tells me to save my cum for later, as he encouraged me to go out and slut it up that evening. He left and said on his way out that I should hit him up over the weekend if I wanted a repeat (I did, but that'll cum later). After he left, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat... I left the curtains open. Even though this was the sixth floor, I didn't realise that the balcony of the adjacent room was in full view of my bed. I walked over to the sliding door to notice my hotel-neighbour out there giving me a wink as he grabbed his crotch. He saw and heard the whole thing, and apparently liked what he saw! I nodded over, and soon enough, it was time for round 2... **to be continued**

Poolside at a private villa while on vacation with a dozen or so naked guys watching and cheering. Once the guy pumped his load in a few others took their turn. I still get off thinking about it. Always wanted a repeat but it never happened again.

The absolutely most distinguished place I ever had sex was in one of the private apartments in Kensington Palace in London.

Cinnamon Bay, St. John Island in the Caribbean. In the ocean, out in front of Pussers Rum Bar, about 20 feet from shore. And the sun was setting!

Chapter 2 I pulled up outside Brad’s flat. There was a dim light on that I could see through the blinds. I locked the car and walked up to the door. As I was about to knock the door swung open. He must have been watching me approach, though I hadn’t seen him at the window. I walked in, the door closing behind me. Brad was there in a dark coloured bathrobe. ‘Follow me ‘ he calmly said in his deep voice, barely more than a whisper. I felt compelled to do as I was told , almost as though it was an order. He made his way into the lounge area. There was low mood lighting, and the brightest light came from the large flat screen tv on the wall. It showed a smooth sexy twink being barebacked by a hunk of an older guy. My cock rose to semi hardness straight away. Brad opened his robe and I could see a large cock, probably 7 ins long at least and thick. I had not seen a cock like it outside of a porn flick. He had a furry chest and there was a glint of metal at one of his nipples. I could see tattoos as well, a tribal design around the upper part of his chest. ‘ Strip to your boxers’ he growled. I quickly complied before he turned me round and viewed what he saw. I was sporting a boner now. His hand went down the back of my boxers and he slid a finger down the crack of my cheeks, seeking out my hole. ‘come here … on your knees’ I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I sank to my knees and took his cock. I licked the shaft before swallowing the end. I had only ever given a couple of blow jobs before , and never to completion , a few years previously when just fooling around with a guy. Nothing like this. I started playing with my cock as I sucked Brads thick member. ‘suck my balls’ Brad whispered . I came off the shaft and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. It was just a natural reaction. I was loving it. I looked up and saw more tattoos in his shaved pubic area. There was a star at one side and a scorpion at the other, again in a tribal design. They looked in keeping with the rest of his body ink and I thought nothing more of it. ‘im going to teach you all you will need to know. Have you a girlfriend?’ I nodded as Brads cock was back in my mouth. ‘Does she know you suck cock?’ I shook my head. ‘Good! Let’s keep it that way for the time being. In time you will want to tell her you are a cock sucking faggot , but for now we will keep that under wraps’ . I carried on wanking the cock in front of me. ‘this is lesson one, you will be swallowing my cum shortly. You will then leave quietly and message me when you want lesson two. I know that will be soon, you’re a natural.’ I was still rubbing my own cock but I wanted to taste my first cum load, so I went to town on Brads cock. I was so fucking horny I couldn’t explain it. ‘ Here it comes boy, don’t spill a drop’ Brads cum hit the back of my throat and I desperately tried to swallow it all. He must have been saving up a few days worth as I nearly gagged as I swallowed. I licked his shaft clean and wiped his cock on my face as I had seen it the porn flicks. ‘Dress and go ‘ Brad ordered, the sound on the porn flick now filling the room as the twink was getting a pounding. ‘thank you’ I mumbled as I dressed, and slipped out of the flat. My cock was still hard, I hadn’t cum. I got quietly in the car and drove off into the night, desperate to replay the events in my head . I got home, stripped and played with my cock until I could came , imagining lesson two. I was hooked. I needed to learn more! to be continued …….

Part 6 The next few weeks fly by. My life consists of serving eight Mexican men with my mouth and pussy. Some fuck me like I'm a piece of meat. Some love me like I'm their spouse. Of course, Luis has to put on a show every day at lunch. I don't know which he enjoys more: using me or being a godlike figure to his fellow men. He always comes up with a new way to show off. Sometimes it's sitting his bare sweaty ass on my face for an hour while I lay on the lunch table and eat him. Other times it's fucking me in positions I've only seen pornstars do. This summer has been incredible and I don't want it to end. I've been so busy inside the trailer that I failed to notice the construction project is wrapping up. One night, I get a text from my uncle. "Jordan, I can't thank you enough for your hard work. Thanks to you, the men worked extra hard and finished the project! Take the last couple weeks off to rest before you head back to school. I'm sure you need it!" It takes me a moment to process what this means. It's over. My days as the White Whore are done, just like that. But wait a minute, I'm still locked in chastity! Luis has the key around his neck. Fuck! I frantically text my uncle back and ask him for Luis' phone number. Thankfully, he provides it. Hopefully Luis isn't back in Mexico already fucking his wife while my chastity key dangles from his neck. It feels like he will never respond. I start to Google ways to remove a chastity cage when his reply comes in. "I didn't forget about you, WW. I'm leaving town tonight. I'll swing by and give it to you, what's your address?" I text him my address and breathe a sigh of relief. I won't have to take a hacksaw to my crotch after all. Later, I get a text from Luis that he is on the way. Thankfully, my parents are away for the weekend. I don't need them meeting the man whose been fucking me all summer. The doorbell rings. I open the door and there he is, that amazing dark skinned god who towers over me. He's not covered in sweat or wearing work clothes today. He's well dressed and clean shaven. "Thank you for swinging by, Luis. It looks like you're in a hurry so we can make this quick," I say. "Ah, ah. I'm still calling the shots here, White Whore," he says with that devilish smile I've grown accustomed to. "You want this key, you gotta earn it."

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 4 My alarm goes off bright and early Monday. I've never been so excited for the weekend to end. I hop in the shower and scrub down with some girly soap that Hector recommended, then do a thorough cleaning of my hole. Once I'm out and dry, I attach my chastity cage. I got a pink one so it will remind the men of a clit. Next, I put on fresh panties and one of my new outfits that screams slut. When I arrive at the trailer, I'm happy to see a small bed in the corner, as my uncle promised. I start to lay out the supplies on the table when I hear the door open. It's Luis and he looks pleased. I share the rotation plan with Luis and he is fine with it. But he demands that his shift be over lunchtime every day. I'm guessing that's so he can have more time with me. Good thing there's a privacy curtain to divide the bed and the eating area. As Luis compliments my outfit, I lower my skirt to show him the panties underneath. "You got a boner?" he asks, pointing at the hard intrusion underneath. "No...we'll kinda, but look," I say as I drop the panties to reveal my locked away boy cock. "Fuck yes, White Whore!" Luis exclaims. I'm not even sure if he remembers my name at this point, and I don't care. "Where is they key?" "Oh, it's in my pocket. But don't worry, I won't..." "Give it to me," Luis says. I obey and hand it to him. He removes the gold chain from around his neck, threads it through the key ring, and puts it back on. "You belong to me now," Luis says with a smirk. As hot as this is, I'm not sure how long I can go without cumming. I planned to be locked up at work, then go home and release my sexual feelings. But I'm not about to argue with the king of Mexican cock. "See you at lunch time. And be ready!" Luis says as he heads out the trailer door.

It's always ironic to me, the same groups of people complaining about laws that take away rights (ie: red flag laws) will lay down their rights to things like access to works of literature involving adult themes. You can own a hand gun when you're 13, but reading about sex and sexuality is illegal.

God I love bathhouse sex!!!

Thanks for the many reads, comments, follows, etc! Appreciated! Chapter 3 cumming soon!

Brad and Lu's pozing video clips quickly became so popular that they caught the attention of a Los Angels edgy porn studio. This studio was in the process of developing an underground sub-brand to break into the pozing fetish market. They hired Brad and Lu to be among the main faces and toxic poz cocks to carry the brand. They were exceedingly impressed with Brent's work behind camera and his editing hiring him as well. The three had a short month to quit their jobs, get out of leases, find new housing and move south. Somehow they also managed to make a new movie each of these weeks. For Brent that meant three movies per week since he had agreed to finish the month with Hal. Brent arrived in California exhausted and their first filming was slated to start the middle of their first week. Excitment and adrenaline kept Brent going. Needless to say his self care habits had already been slipping. Forget PrEP, he was forgetting to brush his teeth in the midst of his long days. The first shoot started early with cast and crew mixing and mingling over a continental breakfast. The actors consisted of three negative chasing bottoms, mostly newbies to porn; Brad Lu and three big name porn stars who were very public about their unmedicated HIV positive status. All three sported biohazard tattoos over their famous cocks. Brad and Lu were a bit star struck and hoped the director would include recharging action for their asses as well as pozing the chasers. Brent was sharing the video tapping with three other camera men. This was an entirely new experience that he quickly grew comfortable with. He especially liked that the director had encouraged the camera crew to literally get into the action if the spirit and he invited them to do so. In the director's experience this made for the hottest footage to edit. He knew many purchasers got even more turned on knowing that all this uninhibited sex was happening with a horny audience on set. The morning shoot went well. By lunch the mood was relaxed. It was clear the scouting crew had pulled together a cast and crew with fantastic chemistry. Brent was approached early in the afternoon shoot by the director. He handed Brent a jock strap and asked him to strip down to match the other camera men. It had gotten very warm in the warehouse under all the lighting so Brent was glad to agree. He realized the director was right, he now felt very horny and wondered why he hadn't always filmed stripped down like this. He soon remembered why as his erection became very uncomfortable. Catching the director's eye he motioned for permission to remove the jock. The director beamed and mouthed, "Absolutely, take it off. " Approaching Brent the director encouraged him to feed his beautiful raw cock to the closest porn star's ass. "Just tilt your camera down and capture your penetration of his ass." Brent didn't need to be asked twice. He was secretly pleased to see two of the other cameras capturing this scene from their angles. He loved his exhibitionism as he bareback fucked one of his favorite porn stars. He couldn't have been more turned on! Eventually it dawned on him someone was rimming his ass. This felt so good he decided to just go with the flow. When his ass was good and wet the lips and tongue disappeared and a bare cock head was pushing on his hole. It wasn't until his intruder was balls deep that he remembered his sporadic PrEP use. In fact he remembered he'd not had a single pill in the last three weeks. Brad noticed Brent's energy change and whispered in Brent's ear, "Relax hon, it's just me. The director wants to include some action between us. Pretty fuckin hot eh?" Trying to stay as calm as he could under the circumstances Brent asked Brad, "So, you're pretty spent after all your activities today. Your balls are pretty drained, right?" "Fuck no. Lu and I were asked to leave the heavy breeding to the prose this morning. I bred the twink first thing. Haven't shot a load since. Fully recharged for you hun." "Oh ... oh ... okay. Just don't breed me, okay hun?" "Why? Why not? You're safe. You're on PrEP. " Brent panicked, "I haven't had a pill in there weeks. I just kept forgetting in all our business of the move and all." "Wow, fuckin hot hon! So your ass is vulnerable, unprotected. I love that! Why not let me knock you up on camera?!" "No! No! I don't want to be poz. I don't want to get infected. Just casually stop fucking me and pull out. No one will be the wiser." "But hon; you know they've seen me in you. They have it on camera. You know as well as I do you aren't getting out of here today without one or more poz loads up your beautiful ass. Why not choose mine as your first unprotected toxic load! A late Valentine's gift for life. " Brent begged, "Hun, please, no." "Come on Brent, you know I'm right, let me infect you into the brotherhood. " "Oh shit .... shit... fuck! ... Fuck it! Breed me you sweet talker. Knock me up. " "Good choice" said Brad. "Because I already did!" "Fuck what? You already did what?" "Knocked you up with my poz cum. I came as soon as I pushed in. I thought you were safe; but, this is way fuckin hotter!" That's when Brent remembered he'd recorded this whole conversation. "Fuck Brad, you're still hard." "I know hun. I'm just about ready to unload again. You ready for it?" "Fuuuuuuccck! Let's make sure I leave here pozed. Load me up and then get Lu over here. I want him to breed me before his toxic loads are spent." Brad immediately blasted inside Brent which pushed Brent over the edge. He had the orgasm of his life as he flooded the ass of his coveted porn star. When Brad left in search of Lu the porn star flipped Brent onto his back and plunged in. "I fuckin heard every word man. That was so fuckin hot. I'm going to be part of knocking you up. Besides you can bet you're getting all five first loads tomorrow. Did you forget we shoot for two days? The director is gonna fuckin love this. Ready man. Here comes your third toxic load ... fuck ... oooh fuuuuuuccck. Filling your sorry unmedicated ass with my poison darts bitch!" Lu was up Brent's ass within seconds of the porn star pulling out. Very quickly reaching climax his warm dark eyes looked directly into Brent's. "Your fourth poz load bud. I couldn't be happier. Tomorrow you start the day with five maximum toxic loads deep in your unmedicated ass. Only a fuckin miracle will keep you from joining the poz and proud brotherhood. Fuckin A man, fuckin A!"

Long Beach Belmont Shore Southern California here

PART 11 I was huffing away on that brown bottle when Tom’s tongue started teasing my hole. Just the tip of his tongue, lightly licking and tapping my hole. Even when I pushed back, he pulled back, clearly letting me know who was in charge. However, as I was totally poppered-up, my hole demanded more attention. “Tom, please stop teasing me,” I cried out. But he just kept it up, teasing my hole, bringing me to ecstasy, but in a deliciously torturous way. “Keep hitting that bottle, baby boy,” was the only thing he paused to say. Minutes passed, my ass involuntarily bucking, frantic for more. But Tom continued teasing me, tickling and tapping on my hole, but never diving in and devouring it. And I kept it up with the poppers. And my cock was like steel. And I couldn’t take it. It was too much. All of the buildup that derived from having been awake much of the night, thinking about and dreaming of the sheer lust that the though of Tom brought out of me. The play room, the poppers, and most of all, the teasing rimming of my oh, so sensitive little boy hole. An all but atavistic part of my character made its presence known. It was my true self. My uninhibited totally man-drunk gay self, the primal part of me that needed man sex, absolutely needed it. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Please fucking fuck me right now. I need you. I need you to fuck me, “ I gasped in a voice somewhere between a cry and a moan. I practically was crying. I had never wanted anything like I wanted to get fucked right then and there. Getting fucked was the only thing in the world that mattered. So much that I went on to add, “I don’t care if you don’t use a condom. You can cum in me. Just please please don’t... I can’t wait. I need it. I need it.” Tom was up in an instant and flipped me over on my back, while simultaneously pulling my ass right to the edge of the bed. I grabbed the pillows for my head like he had taught me, so I could sniff the poppers while he fucked me. I watched him squirt some lube on his palm and start to work his rock hard cock over. I thought the image to be incomparably beautiful. So manly looking and sexy - when his cock was all slick. I remember thinking how I would hate to see an ugly condom replace that gorgeous, greased-up flesh. Then I could feel his fingers working my hole, gently lubing me up. One of the amazing things about Tom, especially to an 18 year old high school kid, was that he never got too rough. By being forceful and pushing me and pushing me, but not hurting me, it always made me want to try more. I knew it might hurt a little but would always end up feeling great. Anyway, my hole now suitably lubed, and his giant cock glistening, it was his turn to speak. “Is my baby boy ready? Ready to feel my cock inside him? Ready to have his little hole fucked nice and deep?” Tom asked in a low voice. “I’m so ready. Please Tom!” I cried out. “If Chris really wants it all he needs to do is take three deep hits in each nostril. Then I can put this huge dick up Chris’s asshole, just like Chris needs me too,” Tom whispered in that sexy tone that made me melt. I hit that bottle and was in orbit when I felt his cock pushing against my hole. The poppers and, well, my eagerness made It a little easier this time, as he popped thru my ring. Neither of us spoke as he slowly worked his cock into me. Not even waiting to come down, I was hitting the poppers again. Soon I was being properly fucked as Tom’s cock was driving deeper and deeper. My eyes had remained locked on Tom’s. As he would push deeper, I would keep hitting the poppers, trying to accept all of his massive cock into my young hole. Finally breaking up the sound of my grunts and moans, he whispered “Chris, I want to ask you something. You said a few minutes ago that I could cum in you. Is it just because you think I like it or does my sexy boy like it too?” It wasn’t like I weighed my answer or the consequences or anything. I just told the truth. “I like it. I don’t know why but I think about it a lot. I just.... I just....” I couldn’t finish. “It scares you. Shhh....don’t be scared baby. You like it right? You like it that I don’t use a condom. That you can feel the heat of my skin. And most of all, that I will cum inside you. I think you love it, “ he whispered, his face a foot from mine. I was totally going off on poppers and had Tom’s giant cock slowly working in and out of me, with porn going off in the background, so my brain was losing the battle. “I do, I do love it. But I’m... I don’t know what... what about HIV?” I asked meekly. I already knew the answer. This was round three of raw sex with Tom. I had crossed that bridge, but was perfectly willing to encourage Tom to fan the flames. “My sexy boy, my amazing boy. Feel me inside you, both of us making each feel so good, bonded skin to skin. I want you so badly Chris. I want to share myself with you. All of me. I want to cum in you so badly, to fill you up with my sperm. So I’m in you forever. A part of you forever,” he said. And now he backed away from my face a little and started fucking me harder. “Four hits Chris. Four hits each side,” he grunted and I knew what he meant. A minute later and again he grunted, “Four hits each side sexy. Go on.” At this point he was pounding me. I was grunting and getting my breath knocked out as he drove balls deep over and over. “So close. So fucking close. Huge load baby. Huge load for you. It’s all yours if you ask for it. You know it’s worth it. You know you fucking need it. Just ask me. Just ask me for my cum,” he muttered as he pummeled my boy pussy. As if the the poppers and his cock weren't enough, his words broke me. “Fill me up. Fucking fill me up. Cum in me. Cum in me. I don’t care. I don’t care. It’s worth it. Just please do it. Give me your cum. I do. I need it. I need it,” I begged. And it was true. I begged. I begged an HIV positive man would ejaculate all the cum his balls contained into my hole. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah my sexy boy, my perfect little sexy bottom.... fuck yeah. Fucking close. Fucking close. Gonna shoot. Here it comes. Fuck yeah!!! Take that hot fucking sperm,” he cried out. I will admit to a flash of guilt at that moment but most of all, I was in bliss. Tom had collapsed on my body, his breath coming in heaves, my arms around him, his hard cock still inside my hole, still pulsating. Oh, and he had just flooded me with his cum. I never wanted the moment to end. Neither did Tom, as he was in no hurry to pull out. Nor did I want him to. And I most definitely didn't want a drop of his semen to leak out of my ass. I wanted to keep it in me. His sperm was somehow precious, and therefore needed to be treated with reverence. As the two of us lay there, lost in sweat, heat, cum and exertion, another thought recurred: I hoped Tom wanted me to stay. And then another very pragmatic thought crossed my mind: How many times could Tom fuck me in a day?

I never realized how much I'm turned on by 'slutty bottoms' in the flesh. It's becoming a major fetish! One of my buddies is a sex-party star, who travels with a bag full of all kinds of kinky gear and harnesses. I think that is why he gets us in for free! He knows the regulars, me not a single person. When we first went to a sex-party he rigged me up like a slut too. I'm basically a novice, a late-comer to the poz-friendly bareback scene, still tingling with childish excitement in a toxic-tempting candy-shop. It still feels a bit awkward, him making me more 'MARKETABLE': first him taking my fetching but too 'tame' skivvies off and replacing it with a snappy leather jock-strap! He is taking his time, while I'm buck-naked in what seems like a well-lit bar full of strangers. Being dressed up like a show-horse for 'market day'. CUSTOMERS are looking! Must be tops! Then he puts a harness on me! He wants me to be a bottom too!!! Now I get it! My ass has 'no protection'. I feel the chill!!! My slut-friend is laughing as a dude walks by slapping my ass! He smirks, knowing that the whole object of the ritual is to submit and prep ' w-horses' for breeding! I feel like a pig with lip-stick and a pink bow to entice some country-fucker to flop his rugged cock out and make me 'squeal like a pig' for the amusement of the spectators... Sure there will be a hot 'stallion' in there somewhere but for the most part the bareback sex-party protocol is 'no loads refused'! At least I'm hanging with the 'pros' who casually pass on the 'safe' fuckers who want to use a rubber... And you just know pent-up testosterone is flowing as you are with the sluttiest penata bottom-boy ready to hit the mattresses in the play-room. My buddy keeps is naturally smooth all over and very lean and gets the most loads that way! As I'm still getting comfy, he already takes the first cock right in front of me: from a guy I wouldn't have noticed. Where he come from? The dude slips his cock in my buddy's ass, he ruts and bucks his hole without a word said, busts a nut, then disappears. And another dude steps up. I guess he nuts too, but really quick and I'm getting excited as all hell... my cum-dripping buddy proudly shows his ass to me! All wet and gaping! WOW!!! I finger the cock-hungry gape, all amazed and then catch myself drawn to the slutty hole like a bee to honey! MAN-HONEY! ANON DNA that has smells fertile and masculine! Damn, he is one slick cum-dumpster! TOTAL STRANGERS bred him! He is just getting warmed up! I'm drawn to the new-found sluttiness, munching down on his gaping fuck-hole like a truffle-hog in the forest! Then my buddy impales himself on my cock! Lubed by random strangers! What a rush! And for my NEXT TRICK I want a cum-dumpster with lots of loads dripping to finger himself and use the anon jizz from his cunt dispenser to lube his dick and have me feel the rush of sketchy, anon DNA, freshly jizzed by random, raw-riding meat-market shoppers!