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I'm a free-use cum dump who loves to get a sleazy motel room and host anonymous tops ass-up and blindfolded. Whenever I'm not doing that, I'm looking for a one-on-one hookup through one of the several apps I use - BBRT, Grindr, Sniffies, A4A, the list goes on. I have never been picked up in a random location before - but that changed recently. I was at a housewarming party last weekend in one of those big suburban McMansions where the mortgage payment is so high the owners can't afford furniture to fill all the rooms. As usual most people gathered in the open-concept 'great room', where the kitchen island was buried under a massive assortment of wine and liquor bottles. A couple that I'm friends with knew the owners and invited me to tag along, but besides them I could count only two or three of the twenty-some guests as acquaintances. Some of my friends know that I'm into both men and women - I like to say that I bottom for penises and top for vaginas - but none of them know just how much of a cum- and bug-chasing slut I am. The friends I was with that night had no idea about any of it, and in fact my friend's wife had tried to set me up with her ne'er-do-well sister just the week before. I graciously declined. I don't need any kind of significant other getting in the way of the depraved, uninhibited, raw-is-law life that I love so much. But I digress. It was still early in the evening, and my friends had migrated to the far side of the great room where the homeowners were showing off the screen they had installed instead of a fireplace. Apparently no one told them that Netflix has a selection of fireplace videos, none of which require $5,000 to view. I was hovering near the kitchen island, waiting for a chatty couple to move so I could freshen my drink. I absently scanned the crowd looking for other familiar faces when I locked eyes with a guy standing near my friends and the fake fireplace. He was younger than me, about mid-thirties, with a slender build. He nodded and smiled and I nodded in acknowledgement before my attention was drawn away as the couple finally got out of the way. The homeowners couldn't afford a dining table but there was a pricey premium bourbon on the kitchen island, and it was calling my name. I poured three fingers into my glass - hey, it wasn't my money, and besides, I didn't want to have to wade back through a mass of humanity for a while - and stepped away. I milled around for a bit, slowly gravitating toward my friends, who had finished being awed by the homeowner's lack of financial restraint and were mingling with the few other people I knew. Before I could reach them, however, the stranger from across the room stepped into my path. "Hi," he said, extending his hand. I shook it, noting his firm grip. "Hi," I replied. The introvert in me was in full guise and I was at a loss for what to say next. He hadn't shared his name, and I got the sense that he didn't really want to know mine. He leaned in. "This may sound odd, but we've chatted before." I was surprised. I seldom attended house parties, so I had my doubts as to whether that was in fact the case. Perhaps he had mistaken me for someone else. "We have? Where?" He nodded, still leaning close. "On BBRT." I was momentarily taken aback. I protect my identity on all of the sites and apps because, let's face it, there are some weirdos out there. How, then, could he have recognized me? I was intrigued, but had to be careful since my friends had no idea. "Are you sure it was me?" I asked, neither confirming nor denying that I used the site. He smiled in response. "You shared your face pic once," he said. "You didn't have it on the site, so you sent it to me from your email account." In all the years I've been on that site, I only shared my face pic with a handful of guys. Alas for me, something had always gotten in the way that prevented me from meeting with them, no matter how much I wanted to. Each time that I missed out was a bitter disappointment. Why? Because the one thing that made me throw caution to the wind, the one thing that prompted me to eagerly send a guy my face pic, was a BBRT status of 'Positive' rather than 'Undetectable'. A shiver of excitement coursed down my spine at the realization. "So you're -" I stammered, unable to finish articulating the thought. But he knew what I meant. "Yup," he said with a grin. I stood there awkwardly for a moment. My cock was getting hard in my pants but I was unsure how to proceed. I was used to not seeing the guys who were using me, or showing up at someone's house or hotel room ready to get right down to it. Talking to a real live person felt very different, and to my chagrin it apparently made me bashful. Fortunately, he filled the silence. "Let's get out of here." It was all I could do to keep my feet from walking straight out the front door. But I was there with my friends, and they were my ride. How could I ever explain to them that I was going to leave with a random stranger, and so early in the evening? Embarrassed yet suddenly very horny, I explained my situation. "Okay then," he responded with a sly grin, "let's sneak upstairs. This house does have five bedrooms, after all." Five bedrooms for a childless couple seemed like overkill, but in the moment I was grateful for their avarice. The house had a home office on the main level, so how often would they ever go into any of the other bedrooms? My nerves were on edge with excitement. I finished my drink in one big swig, then nodded. He led the way to the back stairs, out of view of the party hosts and their guests, We tiptoed up the stairs, my pulse pounding in my ears the entire time. At the top of the stairs we passed an open door to what was obviously the couple's bedroom. It seemed to be the only room besides the home office that was fully furnished! The hallway ran the length of the house, terminating at a door to the attic space above the three-car garage that served as the fifth bedroom. A quick check revealed that the couple had installed a billiards table and several old-school arcade games in the massive room, so we backtracked to the smallest of the other rooms. Stepping inside, we discovered to our surprise that it contained a walk-in closet. He closed and locked the bedroom door, then led me inside the closet, which he also closed and locked. The sound of music from the party reverberated reassuringly through the floor. As long as no one walked in, no one would know we were there - or what we were doing. It was at that point that I realized with horror that not only was I not cleaned out, but I had no lube. "I don't care," he declared. "We'll make it work." We shed our clothes quickly, tossing them in two separate piles on the carpeted closet floor. He lowered his boxers slowly, revealing a small biohazard tattoo on his abdomen just above and to the left of his cock. And what a cock! It was cut and smooth, about seven and a half inches long and very girthy. I found myself hoping that my years of being a cum dumpster had stretched my hole enough to take this massive shaft with just spit! I suddenly found myself on my hands and knees as he knelt behind me. His tongue found my hole and began exploring, darting in and out while he sucked and slurped and made me as slick as he could. Once he was satisfied that I was ready he stepped in front of me, grasping my head with both hands and fucking my mouth roughly, forcing that huge sausage down my throat as deep as it would go. I gagged and coughed and covered his shaft with thick, slippery saliva, vaguely aware that some was also dripping from my chin onto the carpet. I didn't care. As his hips thrust back and forth my gaze scarcely strayed from his tattoo. At last he was ready. He pushed me back onto my hands and knees as he got behind me. He paid a little more lingual attention to my back door before I felt the tip of his cock pressing against it. "Uhn," I involuntarily reacted as the tip popped inside me. He didn't stop, instead sliding the entire length of his cock into my guts. My hole spasmed in protest, but the saliva had done the trick; it felt as though we were using lube. Soon he was sliding in and out of me with relative ease, though with each thrust inward it felt as though I was being impaled by an elephant. I forced myself to relax, and soon got into the rhythm. I relished having that big cock in my ass, and I was especially euphoric at the thought that I would finally get the poz load I had been craving. Any nervousness we may have felt at the idea of being caught melted away as we settled into what turned out to be a fantastic fuck. His cock hit my prostate just right with each thrust, causing the precum to flow freely and drip onto the carpet. We tried to be as quiet as we could despite the music downstairs, but the occasional moan and groan escaped our lips and added to the heat of the situation. "You want this poz load?" he snarled through gritted teeth. "Fuck yeah," I replied. "Give it to me!" Only a few seconds passed before his grip on my hips tightened and I felt the first telltale jerks of his cock. He thrust as deeply as he could, making sure that he pumped every toxic drop so deep into my guts that it wouldn't escape. "FUCK yeah!" he said, perhaps a little too loudly. "I knew I had to have that ass." I felt his cock soften in my hole, but he didn't withdraw it. He remained behind me, panting. I felt a drip of sweat from his forehead fall onto my ass. Then, he began fucking me again. "Get ready for load number two," he told me. "The second one comes quicker." Sure enough, after a few more minutes of pounding my hole he unleashed a second wad of cum deep in my bowels. Spent at last, he slowly slid out. "Oops," he said with a slight chuckle. I turned to look. Not only was there a wet patch of my precum on the carpet, a little further back was a small brown stain. "Fuck," I said, clenching my fists. I always pride myself on my internal hygiene for precisely that reason. Yet he didn't seem to care. He used his boxers to wipe off his cock, then pulled on his pants commando-style. I dressed as well, conscious of the wet spot in my underwear that threatened to soak through my pants. Dressed at last, we exited the closet and then the bedroom, sneaking back down the rear stairs. Just before we descended, he stepped into the couple's bedroom. I watched from the hall as he walked over to their laundry basket and stuffed his boxers into it, making sure to hide them under a few other articles of closing. "Do you think she'll wonder how he got shit on his boxers, or will he wonder where another man's underwear came from?" he said with a low, almost sinister laugh. Without another word he crossed to the hallway and went down the stairs ahead of me, checking to make sure the coast was clear before motioning for me to follow him. As I entered the kitchen my friends were standing at the island, pouring themselves another drink. "One more and then we're going to head out," my friend told me. "We have an early tee time tomorrow." He motioned to indicate the male of the host couple. "You also have an early appointment tomorrow," whispered my new friend as he discreetly slipped a card into my back pocket. "My place, nine a.m. We're gonna fuck every day, at least until you test positive. And probably a lot longer." I couldn't help but grin at the prospect of getting bred daily by his toxic cock. "I'll make sure to clean out next time," I replied with a wink. The next afternoon I spoke with my friend on his way home from the golf course. I, of course, had another poz load brewing deep inside me. "Funniest thing," he said as he described his outing. "they just moved in and apparently the upstairs smells like shit. Literally, shit." I feigned surprise. "Seriously?" "Yeah!" he replied. "They looked all through the upstairs and they found a shit stain on the floor in one of their closets. They figure one of the contractor's employees left it after they closed but before they moved in. Can you imagine? They spent all that money, and now she's insisting on replacing the carpet instead of having it cleaned." I didn't care. What I was imagining was another ride on that big cock. I mumbled a response and hung up, eager for another toxic load.

This will be a 'slow burn'... Stick with me here... “Hey, Mr. Smith!” I turned from loading my van to see Dan, the neighbour lad from 2 doors down. He’d evidently been working out in their garage and was now shirtless in the garden, showing off his defined torso. Dan is recently turned 18, and although I know his parents well enough their strongly religious lifestyle inevitably led to a cordial distance between us. I’d noticed over the past year or so, and especially since his birthday party earlier this month, Dan increasingly showing off his developing body. Last summer he’d exercised in the garden wearing only shorts, and now it was spring he was doing his warm-up and cool-down outside similarly dressed. It was impossible not to notice – the fences are low and my home office has a view of all the close-by gardens. I have to admit, I’d watched a few times last summer, even though he was definitely Forbidden Fruit. He’s about 5’9” and rapidly losing his puppy-fat to muscle. His short, curly strawberry-blond hair and ice-blue eyes gave away his parent’s Nordic origins. “Hi, Dan! You’ve been working out again, I see.” “Yeah, gotta keep it up if I’m going to get on the gym team at college.” “Well, looks like you’re doing well.” As much as I wanted to leap the fences and ravish this innocent beauty, I needed to get on before the dump closed. “Good luck with getting on the team.” I turned back to my task at hand, but a few moments later Dan appeared at the back gate, “Do you need a hand with that?” Thankfully, he’d put a t-shirt on. “Erm… Won’t your parents be worried?” It was a gambit – he and his younger brother and sister were cosseted by their parents, especially the mother, and I genuinely worried about their reaction to him talking to me like this. Across two garden fences is one thing, but face to face…? “They’ve taken Tom and Sarah to our grandparents’.” He picked up a box and loaded in into the van where I was stood. I stowed it, and we finished the job in double time. Dan was looking a bit edgy on the way back from the dump. The atmosphere in the cab, filled with sweat and musk, was a getting tensely electric. “Erm… Mr Smith…” “I think you can call me ‘John’ now. Or do you want me to call you ‘Mr. Olsen’?” I looked at him and raised my brows. “OK… John… Can I ask you something?” “Anything… But I might not answer.” I winked at him and he smiled. “Your tattoos… Didn’t they hurt?” Maybe I should explain – I’m heavily inked. In fact, the only part of me not tattooed is my face. “Not really. And anyway, it only lasts a few hours at a time.” “Oh… How many do you have?” “Well,” we’d got back at my garden and I hopped out to open the gates, “that depends how you count them, I suppose. I’d say one, but it wasn’t all done at the same time.” He took a while to think that through while I parked up in the garden. “Can I have a closer look?” “Well, I suppose so. Do you want to come in for a drink? To say ‘thanks’ for your help.” We headed in and I grabbed some cans of coke before leading him to the den. “There’s just one thing…” I regretted saying that immediately, “but I suppose we can overlook that… Make yourself at home.” He flopped onto the large, leather covered bean bag and hauled his t-shirt off. I say across from him on the low sofa and started hauling my boots off. “What thing?” he asked. “Well, usually this is a naked house.” He looked at me quizzically, so I elaborated, “Most of the time, I don’t wear any clothes at home.” “Oh, that’s cool.” He proceeded to kick off his running shoes and strip the tight shorts off. I hesitated, but stripped myself – after all, he wanted to see ALL my tattoos. I couldn’t help but notice when his semi-hard cock bobbed out of his shorts. He had a well proportioned, uncut piece – it would probably rival my own uncut, fat 8-1/2”-er. After a few moments, we were sat again facing each other, only a few feet apart. He was trying (without much success) to hide his manhood. I pulled a joint out of a box on the side table, then thought, “You don’t mind?” I wiggled to spliff. “It’s your house, Mr. Smith.” “So it it, Mr. Olsen.” I gave him a pouty smile and lit the smoke. “Sorry… John. Er… So how long did all those take?” He was staring, wide eyed, but having difficulty avoiding my cock which was, unsurprisingly, slowly waking up. “From the start? Twenty years. But since I decided to get fully covered… I’ve been going every few weeks for the last year and a half. There’s some details left to fill in but I’m almost finished.” “Wow… Can… Can I feel one?” “Of course.” He was clearly conflicted, but the twitch in his cock when he asked, and again when I agreed gave him away. When he didn’t move, I moved forward and knelt in front of him, taking his hand (the one not trying to cover his growing erection) and moving it to my chest. He pulled away briefly when he made contact, then raised his hand again and traced over some the lines. “I thought they’d be like… I dunno… Scars…?” he stroked more of my chest until his hand was flat against my skin. “Well, I’ve got a couple like that, but it’s a different technique. They cut the design into your skin and rub the pigment in. That DOES hurt. But mostly it’s needles which don’t really hurt at all.” I turned to show him the two welted designs on my shoulder blades, and he ran his fingers over them. Both hands, this time. When I turned back to him, he carried on feeling my chest and arms with both hands and I could clearly see his almost fully hard cock standing proud. There was a glistening pool of precum in the well made by his foreskin. For my part, I was losing the fight with my own hard-on as his hands traced the tattoos down my belly. “Shit! You’ve got tattoos on your willy… And what’s that…?” he was staring at the metal ball visible where my foreskin opened. I was wearing my PA-keeper – a short curved bar with a ball just on the slit and one still hidden by my foreskin where the piercing came out next to my frenum. “It’s a piercing called a Prince Albert.” You can touch it, if you want. He stared for a while before slowly reaching with an index finger. My cock twitched when he finally touched the metal and he flinched away, sitting back hard on the beanbag. I thought for a moment, then said, “Can I touch you?” He looked at me askance so I continued, “You’ve been feeling my chest… Do you mind if I feel yours? You’ve been working so hard on your muscle definition.” That definitely seemed to shift his thoughts and he relaxed, smiling and nodding at me. I reached out with one hand and stroked his developing pectorals and abdominals, ignoring the fact his cock brushed on the back of my hand. “Keep your routine up and you’re going to have a great body.” I withdrew and sat back, but still on the floor in front of him. I reached behind and relit the joint from the ashtray, taking a deep draw and idly letting the exhaled smoke drift in his direction. “Mum would go through the roof if she knew I was here.” “Well, I’m not going to tell her. Look, anything you say or do here is just between us. I don’t judge, or tell people how to act. Be yourself, or who you want to be, I don’t care.” I drained my coke and dropped the spliff in the ashtray before heading to the kitchen. When I returned with two cans of beer, Dan was gingerly puffing on the smoke, coughing a little but not too much and as soon as he saw me, he threw it in the ashtray. I offered him the beer saying with a smile, “I won’t tell if you don’t.” We sat in silence while I finished the spliff and he sipped slowly at his beer. He’d either forgotten about his erection, or simply given up trying to hide. I never make an effort to hide mine, and he could hardly keep his eyes off it. “What is the tattoo on your willy?” I couldn’t help laughing, and he coloured almost beetroot. “Sorry… I haven’t heard it called a willy since I was a kid.” “Wha… What should I call it?” “Whatever you like. I say ‘cock’ or ‘dick’, or any number of other names. But why don’t you take a closer look and see what the design is for yourself…” The pool of precum overflowed his foreskin as he leant forward. The little bit of spliff and beer had clearly softened his inhibitions as he reached out and ran a finger along my shaft. “Are they tadpoles?” I grinned at that – there’s a stream of tattooed sperm flowing over my scrotum and up the length of my cock. “Well, not really. They’re sperm, but they look similar in a tattoo.” He had his fingers around my shaft so I figured I could touch him and reached down to scoop up the leaking precum. He didn’t seem to notice, he was fixated on my cock and its tattoos. He suddenly looked up at me, pinning my gaze with those eyes of his, “I… Errmm… I never touched another man’s willy… Uh... Cock… Before… I only touch mine to wee… But sometimes I wake up all wet…” He looked seriously worried and embarrassed and it seemed like he was crying when he dropped his head. I lifted his head and drew him close into a hug. He threw his arms around me and held tight, shaking as he sobbed into my shoulder. I just held him – he was having some kind of revelation, and I reckon I knew exactly what it was.

Had off on a beautiful Friday so tried the local cruising park. Unexpectedly slow but decided to hang and see. Did the usual naked from the waist down in my truck on the dead end street. A few fly bys but nothing good. Finally a slow cruiser goes by and waves. He turns around, comes back up the street so my door goes open with my hard dick showing. He stops and has his hard black dick out. He says haven't seen you in a long time....I said ditto to him. We talk and then head into the woods. Bare ass naked and swappin charged loads follows. We lay on the sheet for a bit when he asked if I wanted to go to his friends house with him who has a huge dick. HELL YES. About 15 min drive we arrive. We go in and there is a curtain glory hole at the door. As soon as the door closes a beautiful black dick comes through the hole....every bit of 10". Into my mouth it goes as my bud straps. Then he sucks as I strip. Into the room we go the host hugs and kisses both of us, goes down and sucks us both. Over on the sofa 2 other black guys are fuckin. I feel a finger probing my hot hole and the host says he wants my white cakes. Over to the sofa, bent over with a tongue working my hole till I feel that big dick head rubbing on it. Didn't take long till he was balls deep in me. A good pounding and my 2nd load of the day. One of the guys that was fuckin follows right behind him...bang load 3. I turn to sit and the other fucker sits on my dick and rides till I nut in him. It all goes for several hours during which I breed the host and get a 4th load. HELLO SPRING!!

Anybody ever fuck someone years apart and the person completely changes? A few years ago I got fucked by this guy who was like "is it cool to bb?" and when I said yes, he chewed me out. Told me it's gross, I'll catch diseases, etc etc. I almost didn't fuck him cause he was an asshole (but he has a big dick.. so I did). That was 3 years ago. Last night I got hit up by a sniffies account, one profile pic with a big dick. I was really horny and didn't ask for more pics and didn't realize who it was until I got to his house. So I was confused cause on sniffies most guys aren't prudes about BB sex. Of course it was the same guy, I recognized him immediately. He was really manic and didn't seem to recognize me. Not sure if it was drugs or if he was bipolar cause it was reminding me of my moms manic episodes... anyway.. he asks me to shower with him before we start. He immediately washes my ass and starts fingering my hole. And then he starts pushing his way into my ass with just soap. He gets his head then pulls out and stops, says we should move to the bed. Once we get to the bed he completed the job.. he put me on my stomach and pushed all the way in. No condom. He was big so he didn't have to do much... it felt amazing. He humped my hole for 10 minutes and bred me. He didn't say anything while cleaning up, then went to turn on the shower for me and left the room. It was hot but just so odd how a guy can go from a prude to basically anon breeding in 3 years.

After being a cocksucker since 9m 17 yr old and now 67 I finally had a guy fuck me raw. I been fucked before but always with a condom. I know , prep, but im married and kinda hard to sneak that. Also, I don't get the chance to fuck around,not that easy. I also had a buddy that moved a couple of years ago that loved me sucking his cock, he fucked me a few times and always with a condom. But on to today ! It hasn't beed good since the beginning of year, I think I got to suck cock maybe 4 times. I also thought I was going to get to meet a couple of guys that were tops off sniffies but didn't happen. But yesterday I chatted with a guy ,my age on sniffies and he told me that he could meet today. His profile said he was a top but he said maybe we could just exchange blow jobs. That was fine with me ,but I was hoping maybe he would fuck me. His profile said he was 7 in cut. That sounds nice, but always take an inch off and not that really mattered. We chatted back and forth, I told him I'm a sub guy, and I like aggressive guys. Anyway this morning I started looking for him and he was on sniffies. He said he would come over. He was about 20 minutes away, I jumped in shower, cleaned out just in case and waited he actually showed up, nice looking guy about my age.of course I was wondering if he would be hard. He came into my room after some small talk, I went to grab his cock through his pants. Yes, hard, we both removed our clothes, I pulled his underwear down and out popped his cock.it was a good 7 inches, but beer can thick. Pre cum was dripping ,I dropped to my knees and licked his precum, it was delicious.after a bit of me sucking he told me to get on bed. He wanted to 69 I'm not a big fan but did. We were both sucking each other and he started circling my ass with his finger and said he could tell I liked it. I said I did. More sucking and then he got up and threw me on my back. Put my legs on his shoulders and started rubbing his cock head leaking precum on my hole.it felt so good. like always I started getting nervous about raw cock and told him. He stopped and started to suck my cock again and started fingering me. I couldn't take it and told him to fuck me. He said if he did he wasn't going to stop. I was so fucking horny for his cock. He had some poppers on the bed that we didn't touch . He handed me the poppers and told told me to start huffing . That was it for me, I wanted it . He put my legs on his shoulders again and wasted no time and stuck his thick cock head in me I was begging him to give it all to me. He shoved his cock in me and I felt his hair hitting my ass. My head was spinning from the poppers . His cock ft so good. It felt warm head started to fuck me ,he was good. No lube just lots of his precum lubing my hole. After about maybe 5 minutes of hom slamming his cock In me calling me names, pig, cum whore, faggot etc, and I loved it he pulled his cock out and I asked what happened and in a split second he shot a huge load on my hole. I was jerking my cock and exploded, he took his cock and shoved it back in me. He scooped up some of my cum and his and fed it to me. He then told me to kneel 9n the floor and shoved his cock in my mouth and told me to clean him up. The last few hours sitting on my couch I could still feel my asshole still wet. I loved it. I can't wait for more. He told me he will come back and use me again. His cock was perfect. He shot such a big load of cum. I can't wait.

A couple of days ago I had a half day and typically girlfriend was home. Popped into gaydar to check my messages and a guy I had been chatting to asked if I was free. He lives in same town, really chubby, total bottom. I was feeling so horny I was up for anything, so messaged him. He said we could meet in local woods. 10 minutes later I am in the woods waiting. After some messages so he could find me, we ended up in a quiet spot. He was lovely and fat with the most effeminate voice. I dropped my trousers and he was straight on his knees sucking me greedily. Wasn't the greatest at sucking, but he was so hungry for cock. I pulled up his t-shirt which he took off. He had a pair of massive gorgeous boobs, which I grabbed and sucked. He dropped his jeans and started wanking his tiny cock. I fingered him as I sucked his nipples and found him very wet. I got him to suck my fingers clean which he loved. He begged me to fuck him, so got him on his knees and pushed into his ass. I pounded him for a few minutes, then got him to suck me clean which he did greedily. I then said I wanted to breed his fat ass so he turned around again and I pushed in and pounded him hard and fast until I came deep in him. Again I got him to suck me clean, he was covered in mess. He said thanks and I left.

I have had silicone added to my genitals, but I had it done professionally by a doctor outsider the USA. This is something you do NOT want any random person doing as it can land you in the hospital or morgue if done wrong. The effects are permanent and I do regard it as the best money I've ever spent on my body. It made my thick penis even fatter and took me from grower to shower overnight. As for my sex life, i am a slack ass power bottom so the even fatter penis has meant that only loose sluts like me can take my thickness. Most guys are too tight and it is VERY uncomfortable trying to get into them as it feels like my penis is being squeezed very hard. I have to play with my penis and nut sack everyday, which is fine because a sex pig like me does that any ways. I bulge noticeably in anything I wear, including slacks at work, and I make zero attempt to hide it, especially in gym shorts and swim trunks.

Had a smoking fetish from a young age. Started with watching men smoke: on the streets, on youtube, at school. Got into fantasizing about older men teaching/forcing me te smoke. As i didn't dare it to do at home. Started searching online, chatted a lot.. but to no avail. Glad youtube did had some videos of forced smoking or smoking teaching scenes then lol.. Finally at 24 yo mustered up the courage to start smoking. And it was as hot as i imagined. Still do at 30. And still have the most raunchy fantasies about learning to smoke and being forced to smoke like a good boy.

The thread about newTumbl kicking people off their platform reminded me that I should mention that there's a censorship-resistant social media solution that's in the works thanks to the bitcoin community. Right now it's a bit rough around the edges - to put it politely - but also far slicker than you might imagine - and getting better by the day/week. It's almost impossible to get completely kicked off of it. So if you're tired of people (including me) telling you what you can and can't do on social media sites - you'll like it a lot. So watch this thread. I'll explain how to get started on it probably next week or early the following week. Before I explain it to everyone I need to accomplish a few things: My host is migrating me from a server in Miami (red state - boo!) to a much faster server in Michigan (blue state - yeah!) I need a particular new application set up and running on that before I announce anything. I need to finish my documentation on how to get started (it's a bit more confusing than it should be right now). I need to finish the ability to set up accounts on my new sites. Ideally I'd also have image uploads ready - but that's probably a month or 6 weeks off. So stay tuned…

It's been almost 4 years since I ended up in Toronto and although I've done well professionally, I was still not doing so well personally. Relationship wise, nothing remarkable had happened. I had a few relationships here and there but I found that I was not really ready to commit myself into a life of monogamy that includes mortgage and monotony. The guys were great but they were predictable. The last guy I was with, Devin, begged me to take him back after he caught me piston fucking someone from my running team on our sectional sofa, in the middle of the living room. We had only moved in for about 5 months and things were becoming stale. I thought that I could just not go through the talk and just show him how the effort I've put in our relationship has dissipated. Yet, he persisted on forgiving me and we've come to a sort of open agreement that he was quite happy with, even though I was getting around more often than him. Devin is a shorter than me at 5'8, I'm 5'11. I turned 31 last month and Devin, though smaller than me is 33. He's built stocky and evidently, spends more time at the gym in sculpting his physique. Naturally, I'm blessed with a swimmers figure and try to run when I can. Devin's conservative Vietnamese upbringing had always fascinated me, but it grew him out to be sort of prudish, believing in a very heteronormative way of life. Him suggesting for us to be polyamorous rather than straight separation was better than his greatest fear of being alone. I could only do my best. It is also quite obvious at this point that I was always the top since Devin's glutes were made of gold. He could mount me and make me cum quicker than most guys I've fucked. I was lucky to have a piece of ass like Devin, but there were times where I too wish to get plowed by a good old fashion cock like I could when I first came out of the closet. When Devin said that we could bring other guys over, the smirk I gave him was probably the most authentic emotion I've expressed to him in a while. "Even if he tops me?" Devin stared momentarily and nodded. "Only if you do it in the other room" I've only gotten fucked twice since I started seeing Devin. Sadly, it was the same guy from work who now had changed cities. He was also on the downlow with a fiancée back in his home town. It had been almost 9 months since. When I started to explore my sexuality, I've always seen myself as a total top, but the first time I bottomed, I knew it had to be cherished for a few people. The man who impaled me for the first time was a T.A. I had back in Queens, Rostam if I remembered correctly. A doctorate student from Iran. His juggernaut sort of arms held my broad chest from behind in an inescapable lock, penetrating himself into me in a rhythm that we both danced to. I still remember how massive his girth had expanded my hole into another dimension. I could only push myself back against him as it was impossible to move any further. With his other arm, he held my waist to guide me in following his pace. It was one of the longest fuck I've had, and the most memorable. I was lucky that my first time bottoming was fucking incredible. Not only that, It was also the first time I came without touching my own cock once, as his careful gyration was also making orgasm gliding up and down and finally, to the point of no return. I can still remember his pants and heavy breathing close to me, as he rested his chin on the right side of my shoulder, grazing it with his smooth facial hair. I felt him caressing my ears, teasing me with small bites at the lobes, whispering how great I felt and how he was going to come inside me with his warm load. I had no fear of being bred, even if I wasn't on prep. The moment he had reached climax with his final exhalation, I too froze with him in that moment and noticed how my cock had been leaking before ejaculating slowly. Though I hadn't come much, the orgasm I felt was once in a lifetime. Since then, I prefer to top rather than bottom but when the opportunity arises, you bet I'm going to take a cock like a good boy. Only if the guy was a fraction of how Rostam was. The DL coworker I had was well endowed, though far from what I desired. The weather was getting warmer and it seemed that we were now in Spring. It was Friday night and Devin had plans to go to the bar with some people from spin class. I brushed by him quickly before he left to tell him that I might have someone over. He only pecked me on the cheek and wished me a good evening. We could've argued and I sensed it in him, but I'm sure we both don't wanna waste any time. 15 minutes to 9 PM and I open the apps for the first time that day. Devin had left around 8 and if I plan it properly, I could be done by 12, or earlier and minimize any potential guilt that would happen if Devin sees me with someone else. The grid was messy as always, littered with ads. They get worse with each update and yet I come back. 10 minutes after I reached my scrolling limit and hopelessly put my phone away, I got a tap notification from an profile with only a pic of his torso, wearing leather harness, framing his chest with tits, both pierced. Age, 52. Name: Ludvig. In normal circumstances, I'd be picky, and go for guys around my age, but I was already exhausting myself with second thoughts and was feeling adventurous, assured in taking the plunge like I had before, especially when I found myself reminiscing the good fuck I had in my youth. I began the conversation with a "Hi, how's it going?" "Not bad, just looking for company tonight. You have nice eyes." "Thanks, do you have any photos yourself?" Immediately I received 5 photos. The first was him in leather chaps, probably the full photo of his prof pic, with his head now shown. He was tall, almost 6'2 and was slender. Buzzed clean cut with a sharp widows peak. At the centre, a septum piercing. Eyes were hollow, with dark iris and despite his weary figure, his lower body was lean and he remained muscular above, especially at the arms. The next photo was similar, but arms now crossed and showed volume. His expression was also more sinister, naughty maybe. His smile was seductive yet eery. I'd be lying if I say I wasn't turned on. Strange given that my preferences usually don't align with the likes of this man. The third was him lying on his bed, nude and legs apart. He had a serpent for a dick. It was thick and was comparable to my own palm. I couldn't imagine gripping it. There was even a can of lager on the side of his thigh for comparison sakes. The icing on the cake was the bright golden P.A. at the tip of his member, curved and shiny thanks to the reflection of the flash. He was leaning against a bed frame, in a nonchalant manner while maintaining his gaze to the camera. His mysterious expression seemed to brought out a sort of force which compelled me to desire him. The fourth picture was him in a leather jockstrap, with only his back shown. A scorpion tattoo centred right below his neck, with both claws spreading on his lats. The tail, trailed down to his spine, ending with its sting pointed before touching the waist. Above the head of the scorpion, the numbers 1996, arched in gothic style. Physically, his back was more defined and sculpted than his front. He had a similar kind of V frame as me though his massive arms had also balanced his torso symmetrically, giving the tattoo a perfect fit. His ass was firm, and resembled solid buns with little fat and thorough edges, just like the other parts of his body that was thin and weary. Perhaps it was the effect of age and my lack of experience with elder men that lead me to these observations that might seem shallow, though I was not discouraged in the slightest. The fifth, which I assumed was his way of saving the best for last, was not a photo of a video compilation of him, fucking a few guys, probably 8 clips in total, all ranging in shape, size but similar in my age. The duration was almost 18 minutes. I felt as if skipping them was a disservice. In each subsequent clips, all of the bottoms shared a look of ecstasy and submission that he was verbally instructing them to follow. He was not just commanding, but encouraging the bottoms on how to accommodate him. Clearly, his size tested some of their patience but his manner of speaking was gentle and careful but also at times strict if they flinch. They were like animals that only he could tame. Some of the guys were also spanked and whipped, much to their approval if they attempted to escape his grip. Each guy, Ludvig rode had rode with their full willing submission. In the clips, each of them begged for his load, even the ones who taking it with pain and each time before he came, right at the peak of his final thrust, he would never fail to ask the bottom if they're ready for his special gift. None denied or tried to move. They all accepted and slammed themselves into him while he tightly lock himself on them, ensuring that not a drop is wasted. When Ludvig pulled out, after momentarily resting himself in them until he turns flaccid, the camera would pan to their back, legs now spread tilted up to show the loads that would ooze out the his load. It was always full, never missing in its trail across their scrotum till it reaches their tight balls, dripping from above and onto the sheets without fail. If Ludvig was generous, he would scoop the load and feed the bottom. Only in one clip did he felch a bottom out, holding his head with both his hands after, nodding him to open his mouth and telling him how good he was before releasing the load drop from his mouth and onto the other. String of cum in weblike fashion would be seen as they make out. Why was I turned on from seeing such filth? Secretly, I envied watching how satisfied the bottoms were. Even after getting bred, they were still in lust, begging him for more, only for him to pat their face saying soon, boy, soon and how they'll all be part of the family if they want more. They all had the same expression, eyes dilated, agreeing without a thought and filled with a carnal craving that was slowly forming inside me. I replied "Wow, hot pics. Got me really horny tbh." "I'm sure it did. You have that look." "What kind?" "The one that is desperately craving for a cock like mine" I had to take a moment to think of a reply. I really felt flushed and collected myself before sharing my location. "How soon can you be here?" "Give me 30." While I waited, I realized how I couldn't recall the last time I felt this excited and nervous in hooking up with someone. Even the first fucks I've done behind Devin's back, I felt little remorse or shame. Perhaps because he was coming over, but I've had my string of guys here before. Perhaps it was also the first time I was going to bottom in years, and that the excitement could be from the guys getting fucked by him before. It was my turn to be one of them whispered my thoughts intrusively. I had no desire to wear a jock, just a pair of briefs. The balcony door was slightly ajar, letting the daft in. I found a bottle of poppers in Devin's side of the cabinet. All kinds of brands but same effect nonetheless. Surprisingly, I douched easily with close to no waste. It was a sign that my body had been ready before I was mentally. I tidied the guest room and took out some towels. The poppers were placed at the side table and I took a glance at myself in the mirror, wondering how this night will be with me on the receiving end. My ass is nothing compared toDevin, but it was peachy enough. Bigger than most twinks and barely sagged like most dudes. I then lied on the bed and tried to position myself in different ways, figuring out which would make me feel the most comfortable though I knew deep down that it wouldn't be my decision to make on how I would lay. I even tried to arch my legs up, lifting my ass like the guys Ludvig had fuck did, fantasizing how that would be me in a few hours. A notification popped out from my phone. One text from Ludvig. "Are you open to partying?" "Depends. What kind?" "T." "Never tried it. I don't smoke though" "You don't need to." "Sure" I've heard of T but I never gave much thought of it. From what I've seen they're those who are functional and those who ruin their lives when it comes to crystal meth. The substances I've done in the past, illicit or not can look like a grocery list, but for what it's worth, I never found myself succumbing into dependence and total depravation. Plus, excluding anything that requires smoking has probably kept me safe from many. Snorting, on the other hand makes my nose bleed which I find to be not worth it. Within minutes of replying, I heard the intercom. I buzzed him in from my phone and took out a few cans of beer. When I heard the knock on the door, I gulped and made my way. Each step I made to the door felt long, and it's as if time halted because my thoughts were now racing more than before, in a mixture of lust, desire and admittedly, fear of who I'm about to let in. It's the plunge, I keep reminding myself. The lock turned anticlockwise and I pulled the handle to open and face Ludvig. His photos did no justice in showing how tall he was as I felt a shadow swept cased on me when the door opened. I looked up to his gaze, the same sinister gaze which I now can see being naughty too. He smirked and said Hello, nice to meet you Andy. He put his hands on my shoulder we embraced in a sort of hug. I had not expected it. It was electrifying to say the last. Feeling the rub of his body against mine while he was clothed and me only in a robe. I asked him if he'd like any drinks and asked for Gatorade. I never drink it, but I knew Devin always has them. We made our way directly to the guest room where the TV was showing a sort of screen saver and the only source of light was a bed lamp that sat next to the bottle of poppers. We sat on the bed and funnily enough, there was an awkward silence as my excitement had also froze me from behaving normally. "I feel like you don't do this often, do you Andy?" "No, it's been a while. I mean, fucking other guys is fine but it's been so long since I bottomed" "Really? Why's that?" With little thought, I blurted how the first time Rostam fucked me made me avoid bottoming and how I'd only do it if I could experience it the same way. How being with Devin also was a factor and how watching the videos brought out a primal urge that I never thought I had. It's as if I started to feel something again in terms of my libido, like it has been resurrected since Ludvig texted me even though it hasn't even been a day. I rambled like a gun was placed on my head. Ludvig nodded and understood, absorbing my confession and holding my shoulder, before pecking me and telling me how we could start slow and see what I like and what I don't like. I threw the robe I wore across the room and Ludvig took of his jumper, now in his tanktop and black jeans. He then paused to grab his bag to search for somethings. "Your briefs look good but I'd like to see you in this" In his hand was a pair of white jocks that seemed used, a bit grey now with its texture hard as if something had dried on it. The band was barely elastic but it was still in good shape. "I always fuck my boys in this. Makes them feel special." I had no hesitation and stripped accordingly. Pulling it up, it also felt a bit moist, though the band secured my waist perfectly and in the mirror, my ass looked better than with the briefs. On closer inspection, I noticed there was also some dyed out writings done in black market, something I couldn't make out. Ludvig was now impressed and pulled me into him, arms engulfing me as we continued to kiss and play with our tongues. I was never this experimental in my foreplay, but Ludvig had me take his spit and lick his armpits, acts I've never done before which I did with no qualms. For some reason, it felt natural for me to listen to him. He too returned the favour and sniffed my pits, devouring it before reaching for my lips to turn my tongue inside out again. "Do you have the gatorade?" I passed him a bottle and he unscrew the cap, pouring a small vial of a colourless liquid. He took a sip before telling me to gulp it all. I knew I had been compelled the moment I looked up at him. The foreplay we began with came to a halt when Ludvig unbuckled his belt and instructed me to turn on my back. He pulled his jeans off and naturally, he was in commando. With only a metal cock ring in place, I finally saw what I craved for. It was perfect and still flaccid. Thick and uncut. His balls too were massive and freely hanging off, whispering me to throw myself into it. The P.A. too was there, now studded in silver. In an instance, Ludvig grabbed my limbs and used the belt to tie me up. "This won't take long, Andy, trust me." I now faced the ceiling with my arms and feet held right above my stomach. In my attempt to show my obedience, I barely moved and remained still. Another vial, bigger than before was now in Ludvig's hand and I felt my hole being touched. How it has been too long to have it played. Tenderly, Ludvig brushed with his thumb and teased it in by pushing in, but never fully. I released my first moans of the night, repeatedly saying woah and dude in intervals. Suddenly, I felt a sharp slap, causing me to yelp. The slap had reached most of the nerves around my hole. "I'm not a dude, Andy. I'm Sir Ludvig. You are only allowed to call me by my name or title, is that clear?" "Yes, Sir." The moment I felt those fingers again, I had forgotten that I had felt any pain. Still tied, I could only look above and caught a glimpse of Ludvig standing, preparing the vial carefully. "This might sting, but I promise you it's worth it. Bottoms up, Andy." Ludvig dived into my hole, rimming me for a split second to further tease me before inserting his index fingers and pushing my sphincter apart. He did it quick and rough, scratching my insides a little. The liquid from the vial poured into my hole and what felt cold at first, became prickly and warm before settling in me. The belt was pulled off from me and was now hooked onto my neck like a collar. Ludvig pulled my head to his crotch, burying me in the bushy, warm cock that will soon be in me. I gave my best in sucking his cock. I caressed his balls and worshipped it. Ludvig was a grower, not a shower as I didn't expect how big he would be as he got hard. At each stroke I try to take, I had to put in more effort. I could sense the girth challenging my throat. Ludvig never stopped to tell me how good I was and how consistent I've been. "You've a strong will power, don't you know that boy? Not that often I find boys like you going in for the kill" I could only nod as I did not want to risk my focus on having his cock. Ludvig was also right, I managed to fully take him in my throat, as painful as it was and even if I was on the verge of tears. I did it. Ludvig pulled out of me fast, instantly relieving myself. I caught my breathe and held it. A strange new sensation now came up on me. Holding his cock, I look up to Ludvig, who was now grinning more than before. A look of accomplishment I could see in him. "You're feeling it now, Andy. Don't worry, let it in." I wasn't sure what he meant but I knew I was feeling better. Euphoric, even. As if I hadn't felt any sort o pain in the past hour. My body felt as if it was hit by a wave of pleasure that didn't seem to stop any soon. When I look at Ludvig, I felt different than before. It's as if I am now at his disposal and that my only purpose is to satisfy him. My ass was also tingling and in need of a cock, Ludvig if anything. My wants now became needs that had to be immediately satisfied. Any sort of stimulation could do. I stopped thinking straight and was now behaving in a way where my desires were now paramount. The primal urge to be fucked was now palpable in me. I grabbed Ludwig after giving his cock another lick and when I looked at him in the eyes, asking him when he'll be in me because my hole was now in frenzy. He laughed and kissed me, telling me soon boy soon. "Now lie on your back again" I obliged and was tied again. Not as tight as before, my legs were spread wide, hindering any kind of movement that would allow me to close. I could feel my hole exposed in the air and I heard the sound of a camera shutter coming from Ludvig's hand. "Very nice, Andy. Memories we can look back. Your first time and hopefully, your first of many...." I could only smile as my emotions were now at an all time high. Beads of sweat formed on my temples, dropping across my face. I tasted one of its salty drop running by my lip. My armpit was also perspiring. Ludvig didn't lose a chance to sniff into it while he was examining me. The sensation I feel going through my body didn't once change and my purpose at that moment was to satisfy him and only him. The phone was now mounted onto a tripod diagonally from the bed. Now behind me, Ludvig took a while to observe me, drenching now in silence. "You are very obedient, aren't you Andy? You don't make much noise. I'm very much impressed. Quiet and full of dark desires. What do you want now, Andy?" "I want you to fuck me Sir, please. I don't know why but I know I just need it. Give me your cock, cum in my mouth or ass I don't know." I now know that I had been spun in that moment. Did I have any regrets in what I said? Not even once. "Ah but I do have to say that you can be quite impatient. You crave for my load in you? It's very potent if you must know.." "I don't care. Fuck. I know you're poz. Do it. Poz me. Give me your strain" I knew this was going to happen. The minute I saw the third pic I knew I wanted it. I just needed that push from Sir to admit it. "Well well well, how forward of you. Now that makes it easy, doesn't it? No hints or whatsoever, just verbal communication" "Yes, Sir, please, I've said what I wanted, just do it. Woah, haha" Another wave of pure pleasure hit me again, I couldn't stop saying woah in my breathes, feeling more elated than before. "You've reached another level now, Andy. I think it's time." Without any warning, I felt the sharp beard diving into my hole. I ascended into heaven when the rimming started. Ludvig's stubble now amplifying the nerve around my hole. I felt his tongue pushing in and out of me. His spit was the only lubricant that was needed. He took his time and I was able to control my breaths and notice how spun I was. For a good 10 minutes, my pants was complimented by the sound of my hole being slurped. "Relax now, don't be to stiff" My limbs were positioned to the bed's edges and I could only look straight. Ludvig placed himself on top of me and brushed his hands on my back, pressing it before coming down close to my ear. His head was now right behind mine and he was squeezing both my arms that were hooked. I was immobile. He too was sweating and I felt his warmth while he was close to me. "You know Andy, I have a feeling we're going to see each other quite often, don't you think so?" "Yes, Sir, I'd want that." "Your desire, to have a part of me, well I don't think we can achieve that tonight, but we can start somewhere. You want to join the family?" "Fuck yes, Sir." "Man you really are eager. Don't worry boy, we'll welcome you with open arms. You don't know how luck you are to get a strain like mine." "A strain from 1996?" I was still breathing heavily, full on sweat, feeling Ludvig's weight on me, skin to skin. "Damn fucking right it is. You'll promise me that you're going to cherish it won't you? Only poz those that want it? Keep it exclusive. We're only 7 left today." "I'll be the eighth, Sir?" "That's right, lucky number 8. Youngest one too. You'll fit right in with the rest." "Thank you Sir, I appreciate it." "No no boy, thank you." Ludvig lifted himself up and started to rim me again. This time, there were more fingers. Before I even knew it, I felt the cold metal P.A. resting on my hole. "Ready for my poz load, Andy?" "Oh fuck yes Sir, poz me please." The first thrust was smooth and swift. My eyes popped and another wave of ecstasy ignited in me. Ludvig only mustered a satisfying "Oh!" before finding his bearing and perfecting his pace. Each stroke felt as if the right notes were played in working my orgasm. The pleasure was still, never any higher or lower. It was exceptionally better than the first fuck I had with Rostam. The rush of adrenaline I experienced had changed everything. For almost an hour I surrendered my ass to Ludvig. Every 10-15 minutes, I could tell he was close to coming, but he would restrain himself and gripped down onto me, killing the plateau. I didn't realize how much precum he had released into me until I felt the warmth of it, leaking like water. Feeling his precum made me more impatient for him to breed me. I needed the thick gooey poz load in my guts, asap. I was determined. I attempted to rock my ass upward for Ludvig and move my legs in a similar style I would when I swam. This impressed Ludvig who was now catching up with my pace. We were in sync in the heat. His body against mine was spectacular. Soon, my efforts weren't in vain as I felt Ludvig now repositioning himself to further go deeper in me. I easily took it and continued to rock my hips upward. I felt his arms now gripping my waist, trying to control me from pushing him further. With his other arm, he gripped my head and whispered. "Wow, you're a fucking champ huh? Soon boy soon we're almost there" I only replied with Yeah yeah yeah before dropping myself back on the mattress and putting my thrust to a stop. Ludvig continued. "What do you want again boy?" "Your poz load Sir" "Are you sure boy, you want this gift?" "Yes Sir" And with that, Ludvig's heavy breathing turned into a deep moan which sent me in overdrive. Although I did not ejaculate, I felt the climax. I felt my insides being coated by each rope of load that Ludvig released into me. Viral loads that could seal my fate like him. Another moan came out from him and by now he was resting himself on me, holding me tightly like he had with the other boys. His warm load in me felt fucking amazing. If I could live in that moment forever, I would. Feeling him on top, right behind me as I remained tied was my way of serving him, satisfying him. I hope I had that night. Soon, I could feel how full I was when Ludvig was exiting. My ass was a jug that could barely hold the volume of load that Ludvig had deposited. Ludvig climbed off from the bed, and searched in his bag for a plug. It popped with close to no resistance. I now lie on the bed, still spread. Ludvig dried himself with the towel and unhooked me, then pecking me to tell me how good I was. I just nodded and my eyes remained dilated. It was 11.15 and I still felt like I wasn't done yet. "You want more, do you?" Ludvig asked me in a cheeky way, as if he still has more to offer. "Yeah, but my boyfriend's coming home soon." "Why not ask him to join us? I can call some friends and who knows, make this into a party" "He's not the kind. But give me some time and I'm sure I can convince him" "Hmhmmm. Whatever you say, boy. Don't let someone stop you from pursuing what you truly want" I moved forward to kiss Ludvig and before you know it, we were making out. "Slowly, this time, shall we? More tender.." Hearing him say that convinced me that I'm set to be poz for him. I tried to control myself from spinning and allowed myself to let him take over me. We were now more mindful and no longer filled with haste. We caressed and I reached out to his pierced nipples, nibbling on them before turning my head up to reach for his kiss. I now lie on my back, legs spread for him. He cupped my ass, cradling it by placing a pillow below to pull the plug out. I had absorbed most of his load though the plug was moist, and automatically, Ludvig cleaned it with his tongue and came up to me for a kiss. Face to face now, I lifted my legs to rest on his shoulder. His heavy arms cushioned my calfs. We were both still heated, sweating less than before but never missing that moist sensation when our skin was in contact. This time, we both made no noise. Ludvig hoisted me at an angle he preferred, and for the second time, he fucked me with a different kind of passion. Being able to see him thrusting himself into me was beautiful. He looked me in the eyes with every push he gave. I steadily held onto him, repositioning myself at times. The first load was still leaking but we didn't care. As Ludvig was about to come for the second time, he told me how his VL isn't that high. He told me how he really wants me to meet the other guys and that I could have an official conversion. I could only look up to him and nod, knowing he understood I was willing. In his final thrusts, I heard the sound of the main door being unlocked. I didn't care if Devin walks in. Hell, I had zero shame if anyone else saw me right there. As Ludvig reached his climax, I caught Devin taking a peak through the door. We made eye contact. He looked as me as if he didn't recognize me. In an instant, he was gone. I felt the jets of Ludvig's load in me again and I loudly exclaimed my gratitude, hoping Devin would hear. "Thank you Sir for giving me your poz loads" "Anytime boy, anytime." I looked at myself now in the mirror, still in the used jock that Ludvig brought. Tonight, I've contributed a part of me into this jock and it too has served me its purpose. The bedsheets were drenched all kinds of fluids. Slowly, I could tell that I was coming down from the high. It was almost 2 and Ludvig had to go. There was a cumdump not too far taking loads all night. "That could be you, if you're part of our family. Look at this" He showed me the published ad, some boy in his late 20s, white probably, in a black jock and a baseball cap. The truckers would probably go to town with boys like that. It was quite tempting to imagine myself like that. I could, but I knew it had to be on my own terms. After Ludvig left, I cleaned as much as I could and spent the rest of the night watching porn, with little success in getting hard. I didn't care at that point. The fact that I got what I wanted was all that matters.

Great point! Is fucking a guy in the ass… transactional and just to get off for straight guys? Like a massage on your dick? A fleshlight to drain your balls? It’s not gay… I’m just getting my dick off… that’s kind of hot actually.

Part 6 Now don't misunderstand. My little brother was and is a total sex pig whether one on one or in a group. He's versatile and loves getting fucked and sucked just as much as he loves fucking an ass or sucking a hard cock until he gets a mouthful of cum. No matter how much booze he drinks or how much weed he smokes his dick stays hard and he's ready to get naked and nasty. After all, he's the one who seduced me when he was 18 and turned me from a straight faithful married man to loving cock and cum almost as much as he does. But despite all of that I was pretty sure he'd never done any hard drugs. So, I was excited to see what kind of slut my little brother would be once I got him fucked up on T. Chad was starting on his third hit in a row from the pipe and the two clouds so far had been big and when he looked at me I could see in his eyes the meth was already affecting him. Sitting on the hotel bed facing each other I reached out and started slowly jacking his cock as he did his third hit. “Yeah little brother, that's it. Suck that smoke in. How are you feeling buddy? It's hitting you isn't it?” I asked in a low lusty voice. My hand was almost covered in his thick precum oozing out of his piss slit in a steady stream. He blew another huge cloud then looked straight at me with a hunger in his black eyes I hadn't seen before. “Oh fuck, big bro! Oh damn man I am so horny! I'm loving this bro! Fucking loving it!” I gave a slight laugh and told him, “Yeah I can tell. I've never felt your dick so hard and big! And it almost looks like you're cumming with all the precum you're leaking.” He wrapped his fist around my own throbbing prick and squeezed tight making me moan in pleasure and pain. “Your cock is pretty damn hard and dripping too big bro. Looks like both of us need to cum bad, and soon!” Letting go of my rockhard cock, Chad moved from a sitting position so that he was laying on his back and pulling his strong muscled legs up and back toward his chest. “Fucking beautiful, little bro,” I breathed as he gave me a perfect view of his jock ass and hole. “C'mon, Lance,” he panted. “Slide your big bro hard cock in my hole and fuck me! Fuck your little brother hard and deep until you fill me up with your ropes of incest cum! Fuck me man please! I need you to fucking pound me!” I sat up on my knees and moved forward until my dripping cockhead was pressing just enough to be felt on my little brother's chemmed up anxious hole, making him groan and pull his legs back even more. “You feel that little bro?” I said softly. “You feel that wet cockhead against your asslips? That wet cockhead that belongs to your own big-dicked bro? You want my married fat cock to open up those asslips and push every bare inch inside your jock butt and fuck you until I give you the cum I should be giving my wife?” “YES, damn it! Yes Lance that's what I want. It's what I need. Shove your cheating fucking cock in my ass and pound the hell out of me! Incest fuck your little brother and breed me deep! Do it fucker! Please do it!” Chad was almost sobbing from the need to get fucked by me. A need I knew was heightened by the tina in his body. And the need I had to be inside him was something I couldn't resist any longer. “If that's what you want little brother,” I growled thrusting my hips forward powerfully and slamming all 8.5 inches up inside his tight warm hole at once. His hole clamped down tight on my meat and I knew I wouldn't last long before giving him my seed. I heard what sounded like a gurgling noise and looked at my naked little brother laying under me. His lips were open and the sound was coming from him as his eyes rolled up in his head and his back arched up off the bed. “Fucking...tight...sweet...hole,” I panted, laboring to get the words out. “A hole made for cock,” I grunted as I began withdrawing from the deepest part of his ass. “A hole made for cum,” I yelled as I drove my full length back inside him. “A hole that belongs to me you nasty fuck! I own your ass little brother and your big bro is going to take good care of it!!” I was moving in and out at an increasing pace. I could feel my nuts drawing up already to shoot their load of adulterous cum deeper inside Chad's body than I'd ever shot. Chad was writhing under my weight and the unrelenting powerfuck he was getting. He reached up and grabbed my biceps and practically screamed, “Oh gawwwdddd yes, Lance! Pound me, pound me, pound me. Make that ass yours big bro! Breed me dude! Please bro give me your fucking cum!!” His pleading and loss of all control took me over the edge and I felt my cock throb and begin firing shot after shot and rope after rope of tina cum in my little brother's clutching ass where we both wanted it to be. My most intense orgasm ever. (to be continued)

Chapter 60: Awkward I showered off and sure enough my phone rang. It was mom asking if I wanted to join them for dinner. Of course I said yes. She said to meet them down at the restaurant and be sure to be dressed nicely. I met them at the restaurant, and both mom and dad seemed to be glowing. We got to our table, and our waiter arrived. He was the spitting image of the spa attendant. I said I didn't know you were a waiter too. He laughed and said I must have gone to the spa and seen his twin brother. I said I certainly did. The waiter then made some suggestions for our main courses, saying that he'd recommend deserts later as that was his specialty. I just grinned and said perfect. The waiter then took our order, and said he'd be back with our drinks. Mom excused herself to go to the restroom, and I told dad about my spa experience. He was amazed, saying it was so funny that mom set this up, and not him. I told him the spa attendant was poz, and I seeded him, but after work he'd be seeding me. Dad was growing hard, and said that's enough details. He said he knew how to "deflate" and said he'd briefly tell him about his session with mom. I laughed and said he didn't have to, as I heard her begging for his seed. Dad said it was a nice change of pace, and although he'd like to have a baby by her, he didn't want to bring a child into this world with HIV. The waiter came back with our drinks, and I asked him if he and his twin had anything else in common besides their looks. He rolled up his sleeve revealing a scorpion tat. I told him his brother planned on delivering a desert tonight, and as he was a specialist on deserts, he was invited also. He said he'd love to. Mom was returning as I told him to get with his brother. He said he already talked to him, and he said he had a newly toxic load in him already, and was planning on planting his in someone tonight, adding he had no idea it was me that seeded his twin! He rolled down his sleeve just before mom sat back down. She immediately asked how my spa day was. I told her it was just what I needed to relax. I explained that while she was away, dad and I spoke to the waiter, who was the twin of the spa attendant. She was suprised saying that she should book an appointment! I told her his hands were absolutely amazing. Dad gave me a slight kick below the table. We finished our main courses, and our waiter came back with his desert suggestions. He said that although they had many desert options, he loved the rich and creamy ones. I said I agree. So did dad. He reminded us although the restaurant closed at 9, deserts were available for room service until 10. I said after an amazing massage by his brother, and an amazing meal, I might just have to take a nap, and order one later. He reminded us of his name, and suggested we ask specifically for him. We said we would.

I can’t write here something extremely new, many of you already wrote here my favourites. Sucking and eating ass are must on both side. I love to eat asses, especially if they are already full of cum. Kissing is also necessary for me. I love nipple play too. And my absolute favourite is armpit sniffing and licking. Especially if it’s a sweaty, musky hairy one. Awwwww

I drank a few times too from two different hot 30 something white bi dudes. It's an incredible feeling. One dude always pissed up in my hole after he nutted in me too. It's an amazing experience to feel him throb & hear him moan as he unloads his jizz & piss in me. 🐽😛

It's gift. It's a natural talent that I am able to use my mouth to make your cock rock hard, and, the more I suck, the more excited you get, until your entire body jerks, and your cock starts blasting jets of cum into the back of my throat. Then, instead of pulling your cock out of my mouth, I like to slowly slide my mouth all the way down on your pulsing cock so that it's part of the way down my throat, and I hold it right there, giving you numerous aftershocks.

My impression is that there is a significant imbalance in numbers straight-up in most places I've been. But the situation is greatly aggravated because, as others here have also observed, tops have performance limitations that don't apply to bottoms. They can only go so long without cumming (at least without discomfort), and after they cum, they generally lose interest (or at least erection - barring trimix) for a while. Four times is reasonable for younger guys, and older maybe half that.

I’ve never been convinced by this. The thing is, most tops are a one shot deal- whether they’re online or in a cruise bar, they generally hook up, unload, and disappear back into real life to get on with other things. Bottoms, on the other hand, just keep on going- the more loads they get, the more they want. So they stay online, always hunting for more- or hang out in the cruise bar/sauna to the bitter end. That’s why at the end of the night it seems like there’s nothing but bottoms. And because bottoms cum less often, they’re always horny, always more willing to chat about sex on sites like this- and that feeds into the illusion that there are more bottoms than tops. I reckon there’s a pretty even split. In fact, if you take guys who self-identify as “straight”, I reckon there are actually far more tops than bottoms out there in the world as a whole.

Chapter 6. On the drive to the sex club, Sam kept working my boy’s cummy hole with his buttplug. We parked and pulled his shorts up, an obscene stain of wet seed oozing out around the plug. We went in the backdoor of a bar and down a steep flight of steps. Sam said to me, ‘I figured he’d like it anonymous, knowing how he feels about blindfolds and strangers’ cum.’ There was an attendant there checking names off a list. Sam confirmed that the cops had reserved a spot for my boy to take ten loads. They’d set up an ad with pics and told multiple men that they should save their loads for the guy in the red jockstrap. Sam led us down a dark hallway to a room with wooden partitions, waist high shelves and circular openings. He told me to wait there and took my boy around a corner. My boy’s legs came through the opening as he shimmied towards the opening, leaving his jockstrapped ass cheeks right at the edge and his legs hanging there. Sam strapped him into place on their side of the wall. I could hear Sam kissing my boy through the wall as I worked that buttplug in and out. I noticed a marker hanging on a cord right by my boy’s ass and shuddered when I realized guys might use it to tally up his load count. Sam appeared and I helped him hoist my boy’s legs into place, exposing his hungry hole. Sam pulled the plug out and pushed my face into the sloppy spillage oozing out. Several POZ loads mixed with ass juice. It tasted delicious. As I feasted on his ruined pussy, Sam smeared some seed on his fingers and forced them into my ass crack. I moaned as Sam tapped my shoulder, and I noticed several men milling about in the darkness. Sam took the cummy buttplug and lined it up with my ass. Already lubed with frothy cum, it slipped in, my boy’s assjuice and cum lube seeping into my own guts. One after another, the men walked up to my boy, worked their hands and cocks into him, leaving him more gaped and more cum-filled than he’d ever been, the whole while Sam teased my ass with that cummy plug. Ten men did indeed breed him that night, and Sam assured me that they were all toxic. He hung around and took photos of the raw dicks sliding into my boy’s greedy pussy. After every other guy, I lapped up what was pouring out of my boy’s ruined cunt. Man #1 – Short and just-this-side of heavy, olive skin, short fat uncut cock with hairy balls. Came deep inside as I massaged his furry sack. He left the first tick mark on my boy’s ass. Man #2 & 3 – They seemed like a couple, one older, one younger. The older guy was nearly bald, saggy pecs and butt, but a big, long slender dick. His partner slid into his ass while the older man rocked back and forth. He pulled out to shoot on my boy’s ass. It was runny and wet. The younger guy smeared his partner’s cum onto his dick and fucked it into my boy. Two more ticks. Man #4 – A really worked out guy with pumped up muscles, sweaty from head to toe. His dick was pretty small and spongey soft. With my boy’s hole so opened up, he mashed it into the cummy mess and my boy’s hole just engulfed it. He had a big biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. I was actively helping a man with a biohazard tattoo raw fuck my boy. He held still while my boy ground his ass onto it and then leaked his load out. Another tick mark. Man #5 – He was beefy, maybe mid-40s, shaved head, wearing a harness. Sam kissed him and guided his dick into my boy. He held the man’s harness and rammed him back and forth into my boy. As he filled my boy up, Sam kissed him hard, then whispered to me, ‘this is the cock that converted me. He’s still unmedicated…’ He was so sexy. As he made a stroke mark on my boy’s ass, bringing the load count to five, ‘Sam tells me you’re getting you boy POZ fucked and stretched out.’ I nodded. ‘Bring him over to my play den sometime. I’ll really stretch him out for you.’ I nodded, hoping Sam would make those arrangements. He added, ‘Your ass is begging for toxic seed too. When can I breed you?’ Sam told him we were still working up to that. Man #6 – Maybe a skater, slender tall guy with tight jeans. He shuffled them down just far enough to slide into my boy’s ass. When he finished, he pulled back. His whole crotch was soaked with seed. I only noticed the scorpion tattoo near his pubes as he started to pull his pants up. He made a new tick for my boy’s sixth load. Man #7 and #8 – The cops showed up, but they’d already bred my boy tonight, so they don’t count, even though they did slide in again, stirring up and churning all of that seed in my boy. They had brought along two friends. These guys were big and covered in tattoos. Sam told me later that they were on parole and the cops kept a close eye on them. They each filled my boy to the brim and each left a tick mark. The cops hung around, lapping at my boy’s pussy then tonguing my hole, lubing my plug up with strangers’ cum. Man #9 – A guy in his 20s, maybe still in college. He looked pretty geeky with floppy hair and glasses, but between his legs, he sported a huge cock. With my boy so stretched it, it slid right in. The guy smiled at me and brought my hands to his dangling low-hanging balls. The guy told me to put them in. I didn’t understand what he was asking, then realized he wanted me to put both his balls inside my boy. That was hot. With both his balls in my boy’s puffy cunt, the guy hammered away and lost his load. He hefted his balls out then wrapped his cock with his hand and put them both inside. He left another tick mark, pulled out with a torrent of seed, and walked away. Man #10 – This guy was hot, sunken cheeks. Big hairy saggy ass. He smiled at Sam, then looked at me. ‘Did you hear this pig’s story? Got himself a boyfriend. The boyfriend helped him become a real slut, even taking POZ loads. So nasty. Sounds like that boyfriend deserves to be filled with POZ cum too!’ My dick drooled at the thought. The man grunted and came deep inside my boy, leaving his load and a tenth tick mark. With ten loads churning in his hole, Sam helped me unlatch my boy’s legs. He suggested I offer the buttplug to my boy. I had forgotten it was even in me, alongside many POZ loads. I pulled it out and eased it into my boy. Sam went around and helped pull my boy back through the hole. I heard them kissing and whispering, something like, ‘Yeah, it’s time…’ The three of us kissed when they reappeared around the corner. Sam led us to a dark room with a double height fuckbench in the middle. Sam guided me to the lower level and had me lay on my shoulder with my ass up, exposing my stretched-out hole. Having been plugged all evening, I felt the cool air inside my own cunt. Sam helped my boy to the upper level, squatting over my open hole. Sam pulled the plug out of his pussy, and my boy released over ten toxic loads in a gush, directly into my own hungry ass. With my own hole fully loaded, Sam worked the plug into my ass and then produced an even bigger one and rammed it inside my boy. ‘There you go, boys. Now, both of you are filled with POZ cum. This is what you both wanted, yeah?’ Sam drove my car back to our place and spent the night. In fact, he spent the next several nights. He now comes by whenever he wants to. With both of our holes ready to accept all cummers, Sam regularly breeds both of us and often brings his friends. I love when a stranger lays down, my boy squatted over his cock, and I get to insert it right into his ruined hole. We still keep a jar of gloryhole seed; it makes the best lube. When I’m harvesting cum, I sometimes let guys cum inside me so I can squeeze it into the jar while my boy watches. I’m glad I was able to open my boy up to his darker fantasies, and that we now share them. The End.

Moderator: A tangential discussion from the Doxy-PEP topic, on another threat to our health and happiness: The issue becomes CA-MRSA and it will become a large issue. In the USA/CA/MX regions MRSA is already almost always fully resistant to not only all methicillin, it is resistant to Clindamycin and shows Tetracyclines are becoming much, much weaker on it as a whole if not entirely resistant. That leaves the only treatments as Bactrim (which is not good at treating SSTIs as it has a hard time going into those areas), Vancomycin which is only IV and will destroy your kidneys if used to often anyways, plus it has a very slow effect, or Linezolid/Zyvox which is a new last line Antibiotic and is almost $1000 a dose AND an MAOI and Bone Marrow suppressant. . That can lead to low blood cell, platelet and plasma levels. To be truly effective, as it is not bactericidal but bacteriostatic, it needs Rifampin single does put with it and Rifampin is not a drug you want to take unless you're fond of Orange eyes, urine and saliva, all bodily fluids turn orange and the kicker is resistance emerges RAPIDLY to Rifampin We already have Bactrim and Vanco resistant a strains and once you get that it's basically amputation of infected limb or thoughts and prayers. What really needs to be done is finding a whole new class of antibiotics that function in a new way entirely. MGO may be a start as it weakens a cell so that it dies in division and doesn't allow it to pass on its genetic information but it's very hard to synthesize or stabilize. Tetrabactins are being explored but we don't know the long term effects nor their true method of action. It's great that things are being looked into but it's honestly just trading time in the future for more time today and until something dramatically changes in pharmaceuticals or prescribing, prophylactic antibiotics are not something I think we should be using especially with ones already showing a growing resistance to very, very common (20%-30% of all people colonized by MRSA according to recent data) superbugs AND making the even more deadly and dangerous Gram Negative bacteria (Microbacter and Pseudomonas) able to become resistant and flourish in a depleted microbiome.

Once at camp I was being fucked by a Top with an almost-prohibitively-huge cock, who I guess was accustomed to guys tapping out, because he went at me for a while, then stopped, and said, “Had enough?” ”No,” I said, “have you?” “No,” he replied. ”Well, back at it, then.” It took him a while, but he went until he had absolutely enough. It was a moonless night, and so pitch-dark I couldn’t even see him. It was like being in a darkroom.

I agree " Knocked Up" turn my world around 😛😛😛😛

Maybe I wrote this here or to another post , so sorry for the duplication. I had a regular fuckbuddy two years ago. We regularly fucked for long hours from late night until morning. After we had slept some hours together both of us woke up with hardons. It’s needless to say he fucked me immediately (sometimes I was woken up with his cock in my ass) and unloaded his jizm into my hole. After that he used to not pull his dick out of my hole but noted that he had to unload his morning piss. But he was too lazy to go out to the bathroom. So he let his full golden shower in my ass. I miss that feeling so much. Anyway I love to piss into holes too. I have a video about an adventure where I pissed up a mate’s hole. Unfortunately, I can’t embed this here but who has Twitter, can check it. [think before following links] https://twitter.com/versakinky/status/1600940707824693249?s=46&t=3wyZ6GtE9wSbBtARK0tM-A

I disagree, there are regions where what you say is true, but there doesn't tend to be much interest in group sex in those areas anyway. In cities that do have a lot of group sex, their are more functionally versatile guys and a lot more of those activities occur. Maybe it doesn't sell, but @muscmtl and I would love to see more porn that has that in it.

Looking forward to the next chapters 😈!!

I find this subject of "too many bottoms" quite amusing. If it were not for bottoms, tops would have no place to put their dicks, they would be standing around in circle jerks. Years ago I was at a group sex party and someone was complaining that there were too many bottoms. Someone stood up and said, "they only people who don't like bottoms are OTHER bottoms". Truer words were never spoken. I don't ever recall a top complaining to me, GEEZ, there are just too many bottoms around, what am I going to do? You don't hear that because tops generally don't make those kinds of remarks. Sure, at times there can be an unequal ratio of tops to bottoms at group parties, but it always seems to work out.

I have a top who pisses in me after fucking me and eating my arse, usually its chem-piss, and when I am full and can't hold it in any longer, he drinks it out of my arse. We are a great recycling team of sluts

Teddy was getting a deep fuck himself, maybe the deepest one ever. He was in the bathtub with his arms bound somehow to something behind him that he couldn’t see. His one arm was free enough that he could huff on the bottle of poppers at will. His feet were up over his head, giving Daddy Bill easy access to his ass. The blindfold was off so he could see as his daddy fucked him with the long narrow tube, water gushing out around it. “Master Tom told me about this little device,” Daddy Bill had said, as he showed Teddy the long rubber tube—he recognized it as a deep-clean shower shot like his Daddy Mark sometimes used on him. But instead of being flexible, this one was affixed to a rigid tube about 20 inches long, the whole thing padded smoothly with some sort of spongy waterproof tape. Figures, Teddy thought, rolling his eyes, that thing looked like the kind of crazy Frankensteinian asspig invention he would expect from Master Tom. Master Tom was one of the perviest 70-year olds in DC and his fisting parties were as legendary as the enormous size of his cock. Daddy Bill had grinned evilly at Teddy as he adjusted the temperature and turned the water on to a low flow. “Master Tom said he can make his boy Simon sing when he turns the pressure up a bit,” Bill shared. Simon was Master Tom’s husband, his leather sub for 40 years. He was an absolute sweetheart, and Teddy had gotten relationship advice from him several times. Bill continued, “Old Tom told me where to buy a pressure regulator for safety. He says this is one of the best ways to clean a boyhole deep, and there is never any blood,” Bill had said, starting to playfully use the water on Teddy’s lower body. “Master Tom said it’s to the point where he can make Simon come hands free,” Bill smiled, “Just from the pleasure of this big water cock fucking his hole.” Big water cock was right. Teddy groaned as Daddy Bill adjusted the pressure upward a bit. Every time he did it it felt like his hole expanded, just like it did around a big inflatable. Bill gently quested deeper, fucking Teddy with the long stick. It was now 2/3rds buried up Teddy’s ass. Teddy took another hit of poppers and suddenly everything clicked. His worry and overthinking about the strange device up his hole melted away. “Deeper daddy, use me deeper,” he cried. “Gladly, baby boy, let me fuck your hole,” Bill replied, smiling at the thought of Mark humiliating Teddy by cleaning his hole from the start with one of these. Teddy was going to hate that, knowing he couldn’t have any privacy to release his waste as Daddy Mark took another step in controlling his hole completely. And Bill was glad to help, he thought, increasing the pressure just a smidge more and watching beautiful Teddy squirm.

Welcome back!

Go to the vault on a Monday or Thursday , trust me 😜

They said the car would arrive in 7 minutes, but it's feeling more like two months!!! 🙂 More of this great story, please....

Part 15 Kevin and Ryan were standing on either side of me, both of them stroking their hard shaft and grinning at me. I turned my head from side to side more than once staring at the rigid flesh in their fists, hearing the wet sounds as they used their precum to jack off. They were both longer and thicker than Drew and I didn't know if I could take either one of them. That concern fled from my mind right away as my hunger for their cocks skyrocketed. I knew I could take them and I knew I would. But whose first? My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Drew chuckle and begin slowly jacking my meat again. I turned my eyes to look at him. “Hard to decide, isn't it Daddy?” he asked loud enough for all of us to hear. “Yes it is,” I practically panted. “I want both.” Kevin, on my left, laughed. “That'd be hot as fuck buddy to give you both at the same time. But I don't think you're ready for that....yet.” All 3 of my sexy seducers laughed at that and it took my foggy brain a moment to realize Kevin was talking about taking both cocks at once. “Both?!” I gasped in disbelief even as I didn't dismiss the thought immediately. “No way. Is that even possible?” I felt Ryan's fingers on my hard nip and he said, “Oh yeah man. It's possible. And it's fucking fantastic! Maybe you'll find out someday but today it's just one at a time.” I breathed a sigh of relief but still wondered.... “So?” Drew asked as he started making short thrusts into my hole. I looked at him then back at Kevin and Ryan. Then I remembered when we had been watching Drew fuck the other guy on the same table I was laying on now. And how, while we watched them fucking, Ryan had backed his ass onto my stiff cock and fucked himself on it. And, while I was fucking Ryan Kevin was pressed up close behind me and with each outstroke from Ryan's ass I could feel Kevin's slick cockhead pushing against my hole. And how he had whispered in my ear that he wanted to show me what it felt like to get fucked. He wouldn't be the one to show me first. Drew had done that. But..... I reached out my left hand and wrapped it around Kevin's warm flesh. “You. Fuck me next Kevin,” I said feeling his pulse beating in his cock. “Fucking A!” Kevin shouted out and stepped closer allowing me to get a firmer grip on his cock. The cock that was going to give me my second fucking. Kevin looked across the table at Ryan and said, “Sorry kid,”. “No problem. Just means I'll get to fuck him with two loads in his ass instead of just one.” “Oh gawd!” I moaned hearing the dirty talk and growing anxious for more cum in my ass. “Time to switch,” Drew spoke up. “I'm going to pull out slow Daddy. Keep your ass clinched as tight as you can so you can keep as much of my cum in you as possible, ok?” I nodded and felt his meat start to move backwards out of my hole. I moaned deep in my throat as he ignited nerves in my ass that I wasn't aware of before. “I feel so empty,” I almost sobbed. “You won't be empty for long man,” Kevin said in a husky voice and kneeled on the table next to my head. “Here you go Justin. Get it wet for me. Get it wet for your hole.” He pressed the bulbous head onto my lips and I opened wide to take him in. I'd almost forgotten how good his dick and juices had tasted when I'd sucked him earlier. I wanted to taste more and slid my lips further down, both of us moaning. Just as I started to bob on his meat I felt Drew's last bit of cock pull completely out of my ass and heard him say, “Clinch it Daddy! Keep your son's cum in you!” I obeyed immediately and tightened my ass muscles. I didn't want to lose a drop of his load. I groaned as Kevin slid his wet cock from my mouth and moved to replace Drew between my legs. He rested his dickhead against my twitching asslips. “Nice job, man,” he said. “Looks like you didn't let any of his cum out.” I was pleased with myself hearing that. I knew all three men were impressed. “Are you ready, Justin? Are you ready for more cock and cum in your cheating married ass?” “Yes!” I cried out. “Please! Give me your cock. Breed my daddy ass with your cum!” Kevin grabbed my ankles and with an intense look said, “I'm going to you hot fucker! Gonna give you everything!”, and then I felt his cock moving into me. Only the second cock ever and I was already wanting more. (more on the way)

Pissing with a hard cock takes practice/patience. It's not the easiest thing. It works best if the drinker sucks it right out of you. Once the stream starts,there is no stopping it. Real drinkers can never get enough of it,and BEG for more and more and then more.

Hey, keep seeing these guys in videos, this one is so hot. Anyone know who the tops are? [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/poppered-up-fucked-9354570

Chapter 2 I arrived home and opened the door to find a manila envelope had been slid under with a note stuck on it "Leif- You were a hit! The internet loves you." I opened the envelope and pulled out the papers. "Hey, reddit! I'm Leif Erikssen (u/nonotthat1), creative mind behind 'Role for Initiative', where A-list meets D&D. AMA." I scanned through the transcript of the forum with notes and highlights from my PR lead, Brenda. I skipped ahead to the section about our Role for Education" charity work. Brenda had scribbled some notes about positive engagement. The very last section was all of the personal questions. I felt like I had done a fairly graceful job fielding the declarations of love and marriage proposals that so commonly pepper the comments. Brenda's had some notes about not alienating potential viewers scrawled next to an answer about being gay. I tossed the packet on my desk and stripped out of my jeans and flannel shirt and headed for the shower. The pouch of my jock was plastered to my matted pubes - must not have quite been done cumming after all. I peeled the jock off and hopped in the shower. A quick scrub and I dried off and went to bed. I dreamed that I was back in Joel's high school bedroom. His furniture stopped being a comfortable fit for me when i was 16 and 6 inches shorter. This was just comical, but that's dreams for you. We were watching a movie. I glanced over at him. From up close, he was quite the sight to behold. His shaggy black hair and beard were immaculately kept. His joggers and t shirt fit him perfectly, despite the casual look. I was in joggers and a muscle shirt. He caught me looking and I turned my attention back to the movie. He nudged my leg to draw my attention to a joke or something in the movie. The contact sent a pulse straight to my dick. I went from zero to 60% hard nearly instantly - god this really was like being back in high school. I tried to adjust my joggers in order to hide the bulge, but that just drew attention to the situation brewing in my lap. Without a word, he squeezed my thigh. He leaned in to kiss me, his other hand finding its way to my face to stroke my beard. In unison, our mouths parted and our tongues met and another electric thrill coursed through my body to my cock, now rock hard. I maneuvered myself off the futon to lean - though with my size and the comically small futon it was more like loom - over him. I leaned him back gently, continuing to savor his mouth. I broke our kiss only to pull Joel's t shirt off and appreciate the bare-chested otter stud laid out before me. God the years had been good to him. I resumed kissing him, making my way to his ear, where I nibbled briefly on his earlobe before working my way down his neck to his chest and abs. Through ragged breaths, he stopped me at the waistband of his joggers and sat up. He ran his hands over several of my tattoos: Norse runes down my left arm, a complex sleeve on my right arm designed to look like armor. His hands found their way to the hem of my muscle shirt and his kissing became more insistent. He tugged at my shirt and I helped him the rest of the way, exposing my fur-coveres pecs, abs, and a few more tattoos including my biohazard sign. By this point I had a substantial wet spot in the front of my joggers and he hadn't even touched my dick. His hands continued exploring my body, tracing my tattoos to distract from their intended destination: my throbbing erection. Just before he grabbed the sticky, wet bulge in my joggers, I pushed him back down onto the sofa and held him there. I pointed to my biohazard tattoo. "Do you know what this tattoo means?" I interrogayed him with some amount of urgency. He nodded, his light brown eyes sparkling. "And?" I demanded. He smirked a little and reached for the waistband of my joggers again. I pinned both hands over his head with one hand while my other hand pinned his chest. From his position, he couldn't move mucb, but the struggle was adorable. "Joel, I have HIV. If we continue, there is a chance I could infect you." "I know you're poz. I've known since, like, 8th grade." He mustered as much strength as he could in his awkward position and knocked me off balance backward. He got his legs under him faster than I expected and before I knew it, I was on my back, he was straddling my legs, and my pants were half off. I reoriented myself and realized that he was staring - transfixed maybe - at my dick. "Holy. Shit." He punctuated. "What?" I asked. "Your dick is..." he trailed off. "I mean, I knew you were hung in high school. But not this hung." "Dude, I'm 6'8". My dick is normal size for someone my height," I defended. He didn't respond. Instead he got up and took his own joggers off, revealing his own substantial member. I admired the sight. He had thicker body hair on his lower body. Jet black like the rest of his hair, coarser. He, too, kept his pubes natural. There was a drop of precum glistening on the end of his uncut dick. My mouth watered. "I am 7" - 7.5", which is above average." He wrapped his hand around his dick. It looked sizeable in his hand, for sure. He came back to the futon and put his dick and his hand next to mine. The difference was evident immediately. "Okay. So I'm hung, I guess?" I said. "Beyond hung." He said, taking my pants down the rest of the way and moving his mouth toward my dick. My dick was coated in precum. I have always been a heavy precummer. I used to keep extra underwear at school in the event of an errant boredom woody soaking through my underwear. I started to protest, but he already had my head in his mouth, any thoughts of protest evaporated as I laced my fingers into his shaggy hair and offered some gentle encouragement. He was struggling with the first few inches and I didn't want to push too far. He enthusiastically tried to take more of my dick, initially stopping when he gagged. Eventually he pushed past his gag reflex and got the head of my dick into his throat proper. He was a quick study. He continued trying to throat my whole dick for a bit. When he stopped to let his jaw, throat, and lungs catch up, he experimented with working my shaft with his hand, playing with rolling my foreskin back over my head. Watching him play with my foreskin, I was struck by how different our dicks were. Like the rest of me, my cock was pale. Two very prominent veins bulged, winding their way along the length of my shaft. When soft, my foreskin covered about 40% of my mushroom head. When fully hard, my foreskin pulled back off the head completely. Guys who didn't see me soft often didn't realize I was uncut. In contrast, Joel's foreskin covered most most of his head - about 60%, even fully hard. He also had some prominent veins - more than me, in fact. But they were smaller and a bit more subtle. His dick was certifiably perfect. My mouth continued to water. He continued stroking me while he buried his face between my thighs, seeking my nuts. He nuzzled against them at first with his beard providing extra waves of stimulation. My contented grunts signaled it was time for exploring them with his tongue, then his mouth. I could feel the cum starting to churn deep in my balls. I reached down and pulled him back up to kiss me, pulling him close to me. He fell right into the trap. I grappled him and rolled him off of me onto the floor, then dropped down onto my hands and knees over him. While he was still reeling from the sudden reversal of position, I kissed my way down his fuzzy body once more to his beautiful dick. I took his dick - god a swear that dick was straight out of a dirty magazine; you couldnt airbrush a better looking dick - down my throat with practiced ease and delighted in his gasp as I did. He began to buck his hips and I let him fuck my throat like that, pulling off of him when I needed air. I moved to go back down on him. "If you do that again, I will cum," he said with a tone of lust in his voice. "Probably immediately." "I mean, that is the goal here, right?" I asked. "Not yet," he said, pulling his legs up between us, exposing his hole. Needing no further instructions, I buried my face in his hole. My beard provided extra stimulation, but my tongue was doing the heavy lifting. I devoured his hole. I started with thorough exploration of his ass, gently licking every inch of his hairy, tanned skin from his balls to his hole. I could feel his body becoming restless with all this stimulation of his hole and shifted gears. Slow licks were replaced with quicker flicks of my tongue that whipped him into more of a frenzy. He was making sounds somewhere between a grunt and a moan. He became increasingly excited as I started working a finger in. He was tight, but enthusiastic and I tried to match my efforts to stretch him to his natural efforts to adjust to being penetrated. Whenever I withdrew my finger, I immediately replaced it with my probing tongue, which I drilled into him. We worked our way up to 2 fingers. By this point he was precumming pretty heavily. I used some to add additional lubrication while our work continued to prepare his hole. With 3 fingers sliding comfortably in and out of him, I repositioned and placed the head of my dick at his hole. "You're sure you want this? You know the risk." It was a statement more than a question. "I want you," he replied. "All of you." He ran his hands through my chest hair, sending tingles through my whole body. I shivered a little in anticipation. And with that, I pressed into him. I gave him some time to adjust to just my cockhead. Even taking three fingers, it was a substantial leap to taking my dick. He screamed out in some blend of pleasure and pain and I tried to pull back but he pulled me into a kiss. "Just go slow," he said between soft, quick kisses. I could feel his sphincter fighting against my dick, every muscle in his rectum trying to push me back out. But I held steady and little by little the spasms stopped. Now the real challenge started. I dont think I've ever fucked someone that slowly. At least not since I hit my 30s and sex became more of a lustful thing I sought when i was horny rather than anything related to genuine desire. My overproduction of precum helped keep things slick and allowed very slow progress of the first 4 inches of my dick. After what felt like hours, the head of my dick had found his second sphincter and he was starting to enjoy feeling me inside him. I started to gently make love to his hole. Long, slow strokes with plenty of added spit and my own precum. He was in pure ecstacy. After several strokes against his second hole, I pushed through it and stopped again, savoring the look of exquisite agony on his face. He recovered more quickly this time, as he was getting a feel for how to relax his hole. "I want you to pound me, Leif." He said. I picked up the pace and realization of his judgemental error crashed over him. I backed off a bit, and he looked disappointed. "I want to make you cum," he insisted. I smirked a little. "I could cum whenever I want. I dont need to pound your hole to get off. I just want to make sure you get your fill." He spit in his hand, grabbed his prick and started stroking which I took as permission to resume fucking him. I matched my thrusts into his hole with his strokes of his cock "Together, then?" I said. His building moans provided his assent. A couple minutes later, he locked eyes with me. The message was clear though he didnt say a word: it was time. His moans as he began oozing bright white, pearly cum were primal and animal. He wasn't a shooter, that's for sure. But he did have a good sized load. God, even his cum looked good. As his hole spasmed around me, my member swelled up as I began blasting ropes of cum into him. I lost count at 18 spurts. I leaned down to kiss him, trying to keep my dick in his hole so my cum wouldn't leak everywhere. And then I woke up. Why was I exhausted? Why did I smell cum. I threw the comforter back and surveyed my sheets. It looked like a murder scene, but the splatter was white instead of red. The details of the dream were fading quickly but one detail wasn't going anywhere: he had said he had known I was poz since the 8th grade. That was factually correct. I had been born poz. But he shouldn't have known that. I chalked it up to wibbly wobbly dreamy weamy bullshit and tried to shake the sleep haze off. I pulled the sheets off the bed and put them in the laundry. And made a mental note to buy sheets that weren't navy blue.

part 2 Dinner went fine. Grandpa and I talked about my college plans, dads renovations, potential subjects for me to study. I wasn’t sure about what I wanted to do. He said I’d figure it out eventually. We talked about how long he had been living where he was. It had been well over a decade in the same place. He had made a bunch of friends with a lot of the guys in the apartment complex. He knew everyone who lived there and that a lot of them where fun to hang out with. He told me he’d introduce me to some of them in time after I settled in more. We were watching tv together. I was playing on my phone. At some point in the knight I wanted to ask about why we barely see him these days. “So grandpa. Last time I saw you, I was probably 8. Is there a reason you don’t come to visit?” Grandpa Lewis looked at me like the question wasn’t that big a deal. “I see your dad on occasion, every now and again. But there’s no reason in particular. I’m an older man set in my ways. I don’t have a car either so I am fine with staying up here. Anyway my lifestyle is better for in the city versus down in the suburbs where you and your folks are.” “What life style is that?” He didn’t seem like the socialite. More like the type to spend his days at home. “You see Kenny boy. I have certain apatites that are easy to satisfy while I am up here. I get lonely from time to time so it’s easy for me to find companionship, male companionship if you know what I mean.“ I did know what he meant. But did that also imply that he was trying to say that he was gay? “Grandpa, are you saying that you like men? You’re gay?” He smiled at me. “Fruitier than a box of fruit loops I’m afraid. It took me a while to figure it out in my youth. But shortly after your dad was born I realized who I was. Ever since I have lived uninhibited with no limits.“ He chuckled and patted my shoulder. That was surprising. I had no idea he was like that. Dad never mentioned it. “Does dad know?“ “Nah I never told him. Not because I was hiding it. Because he never asked.“ I had to admit I admired his confidence to be true to himself, even if dad never knew about it. It kind of made me feel ashamed for hiding it myself for so long. “Wow, that’s pretty cool that you have it all figured out.“ “When you get to a certain age you just kind of stop caring about what people think. If one person doesn’t like what you have to offer then you dump them and go onto the next. There are plenty of people out there willing to except all you have to give.“ his confidence made me feel more ashamed. “Yeah, I guess so.” “Hey now, why the long face? Something bothering you? You can tell your dear old grandpa.” I was nervous to tell him. But at the same time I figured it made sense for the safest person you could possibly come out to would be another gay dude. Especially a gay family member. And since he never told dad about himself, perhaps he could keep it a secret until I was ready to tell him myself. “Well it’s just that, I’m gay too.“ Grandpa Lewis’s face lit up. He looked genuinely surprised. “Really?! You don’t seem the type. I never would have guessed sonny boy.“ I had his full attention now. “But my parents don’t know about it yet. I was gonna wait till after college to-“ Grandpa Lewis interjected. “No need to explain anything to me. My lips are sealed. What goes down in this apartment stays in this apartment.” that was such a relief. I felt like a big weight was lifted off my shoulders. It felt good to finally be able to tell someone in my family, and I was happy it was someone who also knew what I was going through. At this point I felt like I was starting to warm up to grandpa Lewis a lot more. “Thanks grandpa!“ I leaned in to give him a hug. He wrapped his arms around me and we embraced warmly. He had a bit of a musky smell to him but it was fine, I didn’t mind it. At one point I think I heard him sniff deeply. When we broke off the hug, grandpa Lewis still had an arm around over my shoulder and his other hand rubbing my chest for reassurance. It felt affectionate and I appreciated the gesture. “You know you can come to me for anything right Kenny? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my precious grandson. Absolutely anything you could think of.“ We were now partially cuddling on the couch together. My head was on his shoulder and his hand was on my hip holding me. It may have been a little much for me since I wasn’t a kid anymore but the occasion felt like it called for it. “I know that now, thanks grandpa.“ “If you like I can teach you all sorts of things about gay stuff. Would you like that Kenny boy?” “Yeah sure. I’d like that.“ “Have you played around with any boys yet?” I was embarrassed to admit it but I told him the truth. “No I haven’t had sex yet but I do know I like men.” “I see. I guess since you’re not out yet you probably haven’t had the time to seduce any boys your age, or mature men who’d like a sweet young thing like you.” “No no. Nothing like that.” “I for one have have sampled many men in my days. Probably in the thousands” “Wow really?! That’s insane.” I was looking up at him as he looked down on me, his hand gently rubbing my hip. I was genuinely impressed. Wither it was an exaggeration or not, just playing around with a handful of guys would impress me. “Not all at once of course. It happens over a long period of time. And of course it comes with the risks of decades of barebacking.” “Barebacking? What’s that?” I was pretty sure I knew what it was but I had only heard of it in the context of Internet porn so I tend to not use that as a blueprint for real life. “It’s not using condoms. Feeling a cock in you skin to skin and dumping the cum in one another. That’s how I’ve always done it. Never used one in my life. Heck, it eventually lead to producing you didn’t it?” “Yeah but aren’t you worried about STDs?” “Already have it.” “Hu?” “AIDS. Ive been poz for many years. It’s no big deal.” “Really?! I’ve heard it was pretty bad.” I can’t believe it. My grandfather has AIDS? I’ve heard about it from health class and they always made it out to be a horror show. “Oh it definitely can be. You can manage it with simple meds now and it basically becomes essentially nothing. That is if you keep up with meds. But you can’t go through life living in fear. I don’t let anything stop me from enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. We’re all warm blooded men and we have needs.” It was a lot to take in. But he seemed like a jolly old man so he must be content with his life. So who am I to worry about him? We continued on like that for a couple more hours. Just sitting there and watching TV. Grandpa Lewis was much sweeter then I though he was going to be. I think I was going to like staying here for the summer. Eventually it got to the point where we had to head to bed. I normally slept in the nude but this time I had on a T-shirt and a pair of baggy boxers. I guess that’s going to be my bedtime attire for the next few months. Grandpa Lewis took off his tank top and his underwear. I turned around before I saw anything. I assumed he was getting pajamas on. The lights got turned off and I crawled in bed. I tried to scoot to the edge to give him enough room but the bed was small. I turned to my side and that seemed to help. Grandpa got in bed too and his front was pressed up against my back almost like we were spooning. Was this really going to work? “Now normally I sleep nude Kenny boy, but since you have you’re underwear on I figure no sense in me changing that. You got a fabric to protect your virtue.” He was nude in bed? Now that he mentioned it I did feel something press against my butt. It had to have been his private parts. I felt fairly uncomfortable with it but I was in his only bedroom and he was letting me stay for free so I shouldn’t be too prudish over how he wants to keep his routine as regular as possible. I didn’t want to mention his downstairs making contact with me so I asked about the bed size. “Are you sure this will be enough room for us? It’s a little close.” I tried wiggling further to give more space between us but there was no more space to give. Grandpa put an arm around my waist. “We’re fine Kenny. I’ve slept with guys like this all the time, it works. If you’re worried about my junk, don’t be. You have your layer on. Don’t need my old python finding a young new cave to slither into in the middle of the night. I swear it has a mind of its own, he he he.” He chuckled, I laughed a little too at his crude joke despite the awkward situation. He was a funny guy and not afraid to be unfiltered. We got comfortable and focused on trying to sleep. I tried re-adjusting more but no luck. “Really you’re fine.” He whispered in my ear. “If you didn’t have those boxers on, who knows. It has managed to sneakily worm its way up in some guys who have slept in the nude with me in the past. And I’m sure the darn thing can’t recognize the difference between a family members hole from a floozies hole so it wouldn’t have any hang ups about going for your back door.” He sounded like he was being silly. There’s no way a penis could just casually go up someone’s butt in their sleep. I laughed at his joke then focused on trying to get to sleep. I was having a hard time sleeping. At one point in the middle of the night I woke up and my baggy boxers had bunched up on my waist revealing my butt cheeks. Grandpa Lewis was sleeping and snoring. His penis was half erect. I could feel it poking me. It must have been big. But it was also resting on my bare ass underneath my boxers. I tried wiggling my butt a bit to try and maneuver it away and it seemed like my movement was getting it harder. I was unintentionally making it more inconvenient for me. My wiggling at one point made his penis fall between my cheeks. It didn’t touch my hole but it was close. His tip felt big, really big like a golfball. Damn what did it look like? I was getting really embarrassed even though I was the only conscious person in the room. It kept digging against me as it got more erect. I thought about grandpas joke, about it having a will of it’s own and wanting to crawl into whoever it had access to. I knew he was kidding but I was getting nervous and held still. I didn’t want to move anymore or else I might wake him up. I closed my eyes and tried sleeping. The last thing I remember before fading off was the feeling of something warm and wet poking my butthole. At another point later in the night or very early morning I might have been partially woken by something. It was a shaking sensation jiggling the bed, and perhaps heavy breathing? I felt my butthole being gently poked in rhythm with the shaking sensation. I had no idea what was going on but it felt kinda good so I wiggled my butt back into the mysterious shaking pressure. The brief moment of consciousness only lasted a few seconds before I dozed off again.

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I contracted MRSA while in hospital for routine treatment in 2019. It nearly killed me and there were four nights when my mother was told they couldn’t guarantee I’d be there the next morning. I actually remember very little about it because it practically put me in a coma. Although I do recall waking up briefly to see the hospital chaplain by my bed. So, yeah, it’s a nasty one.

When I top, I'd be irritated if the bottom rejected my load right away. It seems disrespectful. When I bottom, I hold the load for as long as I can, mainly because it feels great but also because there's a chance another top will fuck the load deeper.

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I've been off PrEP for a couple of years, and am really pretty much a total whore. I'm not sure if I'm technically a "chaser" since I really would rather not get pozzed. But the risk is intoxicating and I can't stay away from bareback breeding and being bred ... anonymous preferred.

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When I first pozed I did not go on Meds right away because I wanted the full poz experience. I kept going to saunas a lot and although I had been a bottom since I started having sex, now the idea of breeding a hole with my dirty load started to make me really horny. I was still taking as many loads as I could but now, after taking a few loads, I was getting a big hard-on and felt the urge to find a hole and unload. I would then rest and start over. When I stayed all night I would usually unload into 3-4 holes in between taking loads. On one of the bareback sites I met another total bottom who had recently pozed and like myself, was also feeling the urge to stealth holes at the sauna. He was in Montreal so we would meet at the sauna GI-Joe and pretend we were a couple afraid to get infected with STIs. After each of us taking some loads and when we were ready to unload, we then hunted for a nice hole so we could both breed the hole, one after the other. We would walk together into a bottom's room and start playing with his hole. My buddy had a great 9" uncut cock which we used to convince someone to go bareback. We would say that although we love anal, we only do oral at the sauna because of STIs. Some would eventually accept us fucking them bareback because they felt that we were careful and could be trusted. I would go first because I wanted my buddy to spread my dirty load in his hole and then he would add his own.

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Sorry for the delays guys, work has been kicking my arse this week. Here's the next part. --------------- “So” said a big beefy guy covered in a quilt of tattoos, “are you going to be a good submissive cumslut for us, or do we need to gag you?” “Er, er, I’ll be good” I said, rather meekly. “Good boy” he said, “because we’re all knocking you up tonight whether you want it or not.” I stared at him for a moment. “I want it sir” I said quietly. I knew what the array of plus signs, biohazard symbols, scorpions and so on I could see inked on to their chests and arms probably meant, but somehow I was OK with it. The thought that I could get pozzed had crossed my mind a while back as I contemplated what I was becoming, but it didn’t scare me in the way I thought it should. Certainly not the way getting a girl pregnant had scared me into always playing safe with my previous partners. I actually found it a bit of a turn-on, in a butterflies-in-the-stomach kind of a nervous way. “Good boy” the big guy said. “Now tell us again what you want.” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then vocalised what was deep inside. “I want you all to fuck me sir. I want you to fill me with your loads. I want you to knock me up.” He looked at me with one eyebrow raised, but didn’t say anything. I realised he was waiting for a bit more. “Please breed me sir. Please.” He nodded, and then gestured to one of the others in the room to step up. A shorter guy of quite a stocky build with a shaved head who looked like he was Southern Europe somewhere stepped in between my legs. He didn’t make eye contact with me until he had lined his cock up with my hole and pushed it inside, and even then it was only a brief glance before he looked back down at where his dick met my rear end. He then started to fuck the brains out of me, far faster than I thought he would. My heart was going like the clappers as he fucked me, knowing that I was about to get my first poz load. I knew there’d be no turning back, that I would be firmly and finally transitioning into a complete cumdump, but I didn’t care. I think maybe my lottery win had started to make me feel a bit invincible or something. The stocky guy went at a fast pace throughout the fuck, but as he neared orgasm he sped up to a crazy speed, slamming in and out of me like nothing had before. I’m not even sure a pneumatic drill would have done to me what he was. Then he slammed in one final time, threw his head back and roared, spurting his toxic load into me. I felt myself yell out almost in relief, both at the power-fuck being over but also at the release of finally getting what deep down I now knew I wanted. “There you go boy” the big guy said, still the only one of them who had spoken. “You’ve taken his gift. Are you ready for the rest of us?” “Yes sir” I panted. Their gifts I got. At that point there were seven of them in the room, and they all took turns fucking and breeding me as I lay back in the sling. They were all pretty rough with me, but after the night I’d had my hole was sufficiently stretched and coated with cum that I could take it. After their first round, some of the guys fucked me again, but eventually they were all spent. The big guy then came over and unfasted my the clasps holding my wrists and ankles up on the chains, allowing me to lower my aching limbs and slowly stand up from the sling. Cum flooded down the inside of my legs and dripped on the floor below me. “You had enough boy, or do you want more?” he asked, putting his arm around me in a tender way I wasn’t expecting. “More” I said, now completely lost in the fucklust of getting gang-bred in this dingy basement. “Well OK then” he said, encouraging me to slowly walk out of the room. He guided me over to the other side of the room and had me stand in front of the padded bench. I took the opportunity to stretch my arms and legs a bit, before kneeling on the bench and lowering myself forward on to all fours. It was clearly designed for fucking, as there were supports for my legs, arms and torso. As it turned out, there were also clasps on the bench too, and before long I was secured down on it as I had been on the sling. I now had my bottom facing towards the doorway, and could only see the corner of the room ahead of me. What followed was something of pure fantasy for an emerging cumdump like myself. Without ever seeing any of them, guy after guy fucked me and planted his seed in my hole. A few of them grunted words at me, and a couple yelled comments about taking their dirty load as they came, but otherwise most were fairly quiet as they went about their business. I really don’t know how long I was there, but as the numbers of men breeding me started to dwindle I guessed that it must be getting pretty late. After a lull when no-one was at my rear end, I heard the familiar voice of the big guy from earlier. “Well my boy” he said, “I think that’s probably your lot for tonight. I’m going to give you one more load, and then we’ll get you cleaned up and into a taxi home.” “Thank you sir” I replied, right before his enormous cock began to work its way into me. He had definitely been my favourite fucker earlier on when I could see who was inside me, and despite the fact that my hole was definitely now quite sore, it was still nice to have him back up my channel fucking me. Throughout the fuck he gently goaded me with comments and observations about what I now was and what my life would be. I felt a sort of calm and serenity washing over me as he worked his way around inside my hole, thinking of my new-found financial and sexual freedom. I never needed to work again, I could go anywhere in the world I wanted and do pretty much anything, and after tonight I was also free to be the man I clearly was without fear and without remorse. He eventually flooded me for one last time, and then held in place inside me while he came down from the orgasm. He gently stroked my lower back and buttocks as his giant cock softened, before gently pulling out. He was gone for a moment, before I felt a pressure on my hole that wasn’t like any cock I’d had. Then something popped inside, and I realised he must have put a plug in me. He then released the clasps on my ankles before coming round the side of the bench to do the same with my wrists. He helped me up off the bench, and then turned me to face him. “How do you feel?” he asked, gently stroking the side of my face. “Tired” I whispered, “but satisfied.” “You did well tonight” he said. “I’ll be sure to tell Ben what a good little cumdump you were for us all.” “Thank you sir” I replied, smiling at him. “Now let’s get you cleaned up” he said, turning and putting his arm round me again. He walked me out of the room and down to the changing rooms, where with a huge amount of tenderness he proceeded to help wash me down in the showers. Several times he made sure the plug in my hole was secure and holding the loads inside, but as it was clearly going nowhere he eventually let it be. Once I was washed, he helped me dry my aching body and then I got dressed into the tracksuit I’d worn the night before. I pulled my phone out and had a look at the time, shocked to see it was nearly 5am. “Blimey” I said, realising how many hours I’d spent getting fucked. “This won’t be your first all-nighter” the big guy said, grinning at me. “Cumdumps like you eventually sleep all day and ride all night. It’s in your nature.” I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that as a lifestyle, but nodded at him anyway. Then we headed upstairs and out into the dawn where two taxis were waiting. Before he got into his he handed me a business card with another mobile number handwritten on the back, and then he was gone. I watched his taxi drive off, and then climbed into mine. I gave the driver my address, and then just as we pulled away I booted up Google Maps and put a pin in my current location, not wanting to lose the opportunity to come back here again. I then sat back, closed my eyes and thought about the start of the night when Rob had said the rest of my life was beginning there and then. I realised he was right, but I’d had no inclination of just what a change was coming. Involuntarily I found myself smiling, then opened my eyes to watch the waking world go by outside.

I left him after that, too tired, sweaty and sore to carry on. He kissed me and said he hoped to see me again. "In the meantime," he said, "There's a sauna you might like. Very friendly and a bit more comfortable than these places!" He gave me the address and I headed back to my hotel for a hot bath. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and said again "what have I done?" But it was too late now and I couldn't forget the sheer excitement of all those men in me, the evidence for which squirted from my arsehole when I sat on the toilet bowl. Work kept me busy for the next week, but then I had an evening free and remembered the sauna. "why not?" I thought. " it'll be less sleazy but I can relax a little." I looked it up on line, and the description made my heart skip a beat. It was reviewed as "dirty" and "sleazy". Most people said they had been once, and never again as it was "full of old men" Someone even said they'd got a dose of clap there. My hand was shaking. Relaxing? It sounded more like a pig paradise. I went out after dinner and, although I had the address and a map, it took me a while to find it down a sidestreet near the docks. There was a windowless building with a nondescript door with the word sauna on it with an arrow pointing to a buzzer. I buzzed and heard the door unlock. I pushed it open and went inside. There was a counter and aother door beyond it. A middle-aged guy leant on the counter. "Hi" I said," How much is the sauna?" "Fifteen,"He replied," But tonight is one of our special nights, so its 20." "Special nights? What kind of special night?" He looked curiously at me "Tonight is the monthly HIV night." I swallowed. "Oh, right. Do..do you have to be HIV positive to come in?" He laughed. "No you don't. But the fact you had to ask means you're not - right? I shook my head, shaking with fear and excitement. "I don't know. Here's the 20" He shrugged and buzzed open the inner door. "Your choice, kiddo. Have fun. By the way, it's also no towels, naked only." Inside was a small changing room with lockers. It smelled of body odour. A couple of guys were getting changed and I glanced over their naked bodies, white and flabby like slugs, and felt my throat go dry with lust. I stripped and noticed a grimey bottle attached to the wall upside down with "Lube" on it in felt pen. I squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and smeared it between my buttocks then, with a deep breath stepped out of the changing room feeling vulnerable and excited in my nudity. There was a small area with a steam room, showers and a toilet. The filthy carpet was wet beneath my feet. A staircase led up into darkness and I made my way up, eyes not yet adjusted. There was a corridor with rooms off it. The only light came from flickering televisions showing porn. Nude men lay face down on the beds inside, legs spread hopefully. I made my way further along the corridor feeling my buttocks sliding against each other with the lube until I came to an open space with a large, round, leather couch in the centre, two slings in the corners and, like the others, lit only by a porno movie on a TV screen on the wall. It was packed with naked bodies, pale flesh glistening in the light from the TV. Both slings were taken, the men in them both with someone between their spread legs clearly fucking them as their arses swayed back and forth. The crowd seemed to suck me in, and I shuddered at the touch of the sweating bodies I knew to be diseased. The atmosphere was heavy with poppers making my cheeks feel flushed and my heart begin to pound. Hands were all over me, feeling my thickening cock, squeezing my nipples, probing my arsehole. I found myself next to the bench on which pale, flabby bodies writhed and groaned, some on their knees offering themselves to the circle of watching men. Someone kissed me, and I recoiled at the thought of his diseased body, then felt myself letting go and with a groan I kissed him back, feeling his tongue in my mouth and a beard scratching my chin. He pushed me back onto the bench in amongst the naked bodies and raised my legs. In the dim light I found myself looking up at a short, fat middle aged guy with heavy rings in his sagging nipples and old school tattoos all over his body. He grinned, revealing stained and broken teeth, and shuffled forward, holding my legs apart as he got into position. I felt the first thrust of his surprisingly thick cock, and felt a moments panic. I could kid myself that the other times I might have got lucky and got away with it but this was the real thing. I was about to be fucked bareback by an HIV positve man. Two men either side took over holding my legs as he leant forward and clamped a poppers bottle to my nose, holding one nostril closed so I had to take a big hit. As the chemical coarsed through my body, I felt my inhibitions being swept away and knew I was lost. He swapped nostrils, and as another hit made my head swim, he pushed brutally forward and his cock slammed into me. "Ahhh... christ!" I gasped in pain, but at the same time my arms went round his neck and I gave myself up to the wonderful, filthy feeling of his cock moving in and out of my hole. He kissed me, and his sweating body started to tremble and his movements more urgent. Perhaps the poppers had got to him, or maybe he'd been there a while. Either way, I knew he was going to cum in me and I groaned in surrender. Isn't this what I came for? I thought. He suddenly gave a snort of release, his body jerked and I could feel his cock throbbing as he filled me with toxic sperm. I was overcome with lust and crushed my mouth to his as he stopped moving, and lay gasping over me. At last he got off me and I felt his softening cock pop out of my hole. "Phew! Cheers, buddy." He said, then turned and disappeared into the crowd. I lay there feeling an enormous sense of freedom and as if I had arrived at the place I was supposed to be. Slowly, deliberately, like a supplicant I turned over and bent forward, offering my arse as I began to suck the cock of one of the guys lying on the couch. I didn't have long to wait. I didn't even look round as a short but heavy cock slid into me and another stranger prepared to breed me...