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First cruising night in Berlin and I tried a visit to the bar BULL. I stripped to my jock and made my way to the dark room. There were quite a few guys around the room and a couple of guys getting fucked. I knew I had to go for it and bend over a circular table in the middle of the room if I wanted guys to understand I was the main cumdump for use. Fairly quickly I had a finger inside me performing the spunk test. As a cumdump I was disappointed not to offer a pre loaded cunt but I hadn’t had time to get loaded beforehand. The guy moved on. Then I felt I hard cock against my hole. It pushed in balls deep, he withdrew and moved on. This is part of proving you are here as a cumdump. Guys love to stand around and watch a hole take multiple strangers raw dicks. No questions asked and no rubber in sight. I took another couple of quick entries, clearly just trying to rate my hole before using it. My hole was on display for a few minutes as guys walked around looking and watching and touching. A few fingers pushed their way in. Then I had a thick meaty dry cock push at my hole and I let him. I love the sensation of a strangers dick forcing its way in. He said inserted his dick as deep as poss with a few groans then started fucking my hole. As guys watched he fucked and groaned his way until he needed to release. I was fed a cock to suck on, I opened wide and got to work on this strangers tool, with no big fuss the guy fucking me squirted his anon load inside me. He made it clear to those watching I had just been bred. The cock in my mouth was immediately pulled out and slid into the dripping cumload in my ass. Another cock found my mouth. I took another load and another and another. I counted 7 guys taking a turn in me one after the other and I never saw their faces. I had no idea who dumped a load in me or just creamed me. After taking multiple loads I needed a drink and made my way to the bar. I sat on a stool with my m8 while several guys hovered around, I’m sure spunk was dripping from my used hole as I sat at the bar in my cummy jock. After a few minutes I was ready for more cumdump action. Once again I resumed my position bent over a circular table in the middle of the dark room. Once again my hole was fingered by several guys and a rock solid cock made its way into my mouth. Looking down I recognise his l m, he had fucked me already. A complete strangers cock teased my cummy hole for a few moments before sliding in. I now had 2 cocks in my mouth and one in my hole pounding away. I think the 3 guys knew each other as they rotated around and I was made to suck the cock that had just been in my cunt. I was being fed cum ass to mouth. All three of them watched as each of them dumped a load in me. When they had done they moved away and I felt yet another cock slide in. I was fucked real hard and I could hear the cum being fucked out of me. This guy was vocal and spoke German, I have no idea what was being said but it was clear he wasn’t afraid to be watched as he issued abuse and creamed my hole. When he was done I took his load like a good cumdump. I think I took between 15-20 cocks that night and have no idea how many dumped a load in me. I walked to my hotel dripping! I love Berlin!

This is the first part of my first story, so please leave feedback and enjoy! I'm not a native english speaker, so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes. Disclaimer: Everything in this story is fictional! This story contains mention of initial non-consent (turning into consent at the end), bareback sex, risky behavior and possible transmission of STIs (aka bugchasing). ========== The Sleazy Bathhouse Owner / Part 1 *** I've never thought of myself as a slut. To be honest, I only had a few sexual encounters in my life, namely a few guys I fucked or sucked off while I was in college. I recently finished my masters degree and got a decent job and my own apartment. I wouldn't call myself hot, but I've been told I look decent. Not to thin, some defined muscles from going to the gym occasionally, and a nice bubble butt. Recently I've been feeling increasingly horny in the evening, when I was home alone. Usually I just jerk off to some porn, but last night on my walk back home from work I noticed a run down bathhouse just a few blocks away from my apartment. I was so horned up from working until midnight that I just couldn't resist the urge to at least have a look around. What's the worst thing that could happen? I can look after myself and I've got some decent muscles from my workouts. I entered the rusty front door that was only lit by a dim street light nearby. As I entered I saw a small front desk and a guy behind it that was folding up towels. "Ah, come on in! You new here?", he asked. "Uhm... yeah. Just wanting to see whats going on, maybe visiting the steam room to relax." I felt like my voice sounded nervous, because I kind of was. "Since you're new here it's half price! Here is your towel. You're not allowed to wear anything else in the sauna area or the steam room. Socks, jockstraps and shoes are allowed in the cruising area only... some guys are into that. Lockers are just down that hallway." He pointed to a dimly lit corridor. I headed straight to the lockers and undressed quickly, not wanting to violate the no-clothes-rule. A few naked guys walked past me. One of them caught my eye as it was a nice surfer dude with long brown hair and a dirty grin on his face. He was clearly having a great time as his towel was lifted by an enormous erection. "Hey fuckboy! I bet we will see each other later!" Fuck, I couldn't say anything and instead just nervously wrapped myself in my towel and headed further down the hallway to see what the rest of the bathhouse looked like. There was a small but nice bar area where some guys where having a drink. I was surprised by the amount of good looking guys here, as I could have sworn I read somewhere that this place was full of nasty old men. I went on to discover a huge labyrinth of shady twisting corridors with plenty of opportunities to sneak into a corner and have sex. I heard some distant moaning, but decided to check out the steam room instead. The moment I had my hand on the door to the steam room, a pair of strong hands grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth. "Don't scream boy! I've watched you since you arrived here. You got just the perfect ass for Ben, come with me!" He dragged me away from the steam room into one of the many twisted corridors that were barely lit by the light coming from the bar area. I tried to get out of his grip, but damn he was strong. His hairy arms and big hands held one arm behind my back and the other hand covered my mouth. He pushed me forward into the darkness... After a few turns he shoved me into a larger room with some couches and a table in the middle. It was illuminated just by some red lights. I could see several men sitting on the couch and standing in the corners. Fuck, what have I gotten myself into? "That's a sweet boy! Brought us some fresh meat, huh?", a voice said, coming from one of the men. "I just wanted to check out this place. Who are you?", I asked. The voice laughed. "I'm Ben, the owner of this place, and these are my friends." One of the men stood up and pointed around to the other men. "We actually keep looking for boys like you that find their way to this establishment. Trevor, the guy that brought you here, brings possible candidates here for further... inspection." I looked around to see what Travor looked like, only to meet eyes with the surfer dude I met earlier. His long brown hair flowing around his shoulders. He was completely naked, and his semi-hard nine inch uncut cock was hanging between his legs. My cock twitched at the sight of him. He was so hot! "Told you we would see each other," he said with the same dirty grin on his face. Ben came a few steps closer. "I see you like Travor! Ready to take his cock?" "Fuck yes!" I said quickly. "There is only one thing you should know: We are not going to use any condoms. This is a strictly bareback area. Additionally, you have been chosen by us, so you won't have a choice. Now that you have entered this room, you will get fucked and bred by all of us!" The men cheered in agreement and Travor slapped my ass through my towel. I was just in a state of shock. Not knowing what to do I tried to turn and get the hell out of here, but Travor just wrapped his strong arms around me and and kissed me. I wanted to escape, but I also wanted to melt into Trevors arms. His lips tasted so good and he was such a good kisser. Besides, I wouldn't have a chance getting myself out of his arms he wouldn't let me. Travor reached down and pulled on my towel, which he just dropped to the floor. "I'm gonna be gentle... at first! Just let this happen, you'll like it, I promise!" My mind raced with thoughts: Will I be able to take him? Will I be able to take that many cock tonight? Normally I only play safe, but these guys are not going to use condoms. Fuck, I didn't want to be barebacked by a room full of sleazy strangers in a run down bathhouse! Apparently, I had no choice, because Travor turned me around and pushed me towards the table. He pushed me down so I was bent over the table, exposing my hole to him. The rest of the guys gathered around the table, stroking their cocks to get them hard. I have no clue how many there were, but there were guys of any age and shape there: big muscular daddies, thin older guys, and some younger twinkish dudes, too. Travor spat on his cock and I could feel him aligning it to my hole. Damn, he is gonna fuck me bareback. Part of me wanted this cock inside me raw, but the fear was overwhelming, too. I didn't wanna be a sleazy bareback slut! "Please, stop! At least, use a condom!" Some guys in the crowd laughed. Ben stepped in front of the table so I could see him and shook his head. "No boy, you are gonna take our loads and there is no way out of this!" With this, Travor thrusted forward and entered my tight hole. It hurt so much, because my hole got violently stretched beyond its limit. I screamed but the guys around me began to cheer and Ben took my face into his hand. "Stop screaming, boy, or this will be even more unpleasent for you as it already is!" Actually, the pain quickly went away and all I felt was pure pleasure from his bare cock in my hole. Maybe this is what I am supposed to be: a bareback cum slut? All I know is that his raw cock feels so good! I began moving into his thrusts, which made his balls slap agains my ass. This was so good! I'm gonna take all of their loads tonight! This nine inch cock did something to me mentally. I wanted this now. I wanted to be filled and used by them. Fuck yes, this was going to be a long, rough night... ========== To be continued...

Chapter 2: Fun in the Dorm The weekend finally came when I was up to visit Marc. The drive there was quite nerve wracking. My step dad and I had discussed it before I left, and suggested I take it slowly with him. Dad suggested that our first encounter be safe, and even gave me a box of Magnums to use. He suggested we be safe before I brought up the fact that I was toxic. He reminded me that we might not even have raw sex that weekend, but in time he was confident that Marc would be willing to get gifted. I arrived at the dorm, and immediately headed to Marc's room. He was right, his floor seemed deserted. I went to the restroom, checking out the group shower. It certainly looked like a fun place to play. I then knocked on Marc's door. When I opened it, he immediately kissed me deeply, and said how much he missed me! I was horny as fuck, and reached down and grabbed his cock, and said I could tell! He closed the door, inviting me in and suggesting we get more comfortable. I dropped my pants but kept my jock on as he grabbed 2 beers from the fridge. He then dropped his pants, but not his tighty whites which were already showing a wet spot from his precum. As he handed me a beer, I started sucking his cock through his undies. Once it popped out, I pulled them down to finish him off as he drank his beer. I then pulled down my jock, and let him finish me off while I finished my beer. Once we both finished, he said we had lots of catching up to do, and suggested we go grab some wings and beer at his favorite place. I was famished, and said it was a good idea. He suggested we shower first, but not play there. I agreed, but said there might be a little fun! We got in the shower and soaped each other off as no one was there. I slipped my soapy finger up his hole, and he did the same time mine. He asked if i wanted to stick more than a finger in him and I smiled and said only if you want to stick something more in my ass. We heard someone coming in, so the fun stopped, and we moved to separate sides of the shower. A hot blonde stud entered the shower, and said he was suprised anyone was still around. He then introduced himself, and Marc introduced us saying I was visiting for the weekend. The stud looked at me and said hope you have fun. I said that was the plan! Although Narc either didnt notice, or understand, but the stud had a scorpion tattoo on his ass cheek. Luckily the water in the shower was relatively cold as if it wasn't I would have been totally erect! We both got out of the shower and towled off and dressed and headed to the wing place.

Part 32: Peter fucks Jay (Part 4) (Peter's Perspective) I couldn’t wait to fuck Jay’s hole. As soon as we were in my bedroom, I slammed him against the wall and kissed him hard. He was a strong man. I could feel an energy in him, his drive for sex as strong as my own. Since my wife didn’t want me fucking her anymore, my abundance of cum disgusting to her, I had a lot of fucking built up, even with Dom, Will and Pastor Kline bringing me into their world. Jay’s hand reached down to my crotch and grabbed hold of my balls and squeezed, sending a rush through my body. “You’re a hot fucker,” Jay whispered, biting my ear. “So are you,” I said. “Is every man in your family as hot as you and Will?” He smiled. “I think we’d fuck him if we got the chance.” “I’d love to watch,” I said. Jay kissed my neck, his one hand reaching up and twisting my nipple, pulling on it hard. “Fuck,” I huffed, his aggressive nature taking me back but turning me on. “If I’m not careful,” Jay said, “I might leave a mark for your wife to find.” I stared into his eyes, my heartbeat increasing. “I want you to,” I told him. “Leave me all marked up. That’s the point of this.” He smiled, squeezing my balls tighter. “Fuck, I need you flooding my hole.” “Then let’s go.” I pulled him from the wall and threw him on the bed, my eyes focused on his biohazard tattoo. Fuck, I need one of those, I thought. My cock was hard, sticking straight out, precum dripping down on the floor and leaving a trail. “Leaking like a faucet,” Jay said, licking his lips. “I want a taste before you fill my hole.” “If you’re ready,” I said, climbing on the bed and crawling over his strong body. His cock brushed across my balls, a string of his toxic precum stretching between us as I aimed my cock for his waiting mouth. “Let me taste what your wife takes for granted,” Jay said, sticking out his tongue and licking the head of my cock. I threw my head back, air sucked from my lungs as Jay fed on my cock like a baby drinking its milk. My hand reached down, grabbing his head and pushing more of my cock into his mouth. His hands grabbed my waist, holding me steady, keeping me from passing out as the greatest blowjob I’d ever experienced weakened my body. “F…u…c…k…” I moaned, every moment of longing for a man’s mouth around my cock, for my cock held tight in a man’s hole, for someone, anyone, to appreciate the body God had given me, the power he had given me, the cum given to me waiting to be toxic, hitting me at once. Taking Lewis had been my first step. Pastor Kline and Will were the next. Dom took hold and solidified my change, proving that I was destined to be a toxic pervert, transforming all holes I could find, whether at school, church, or anywhere else I could find a man. Jay continued to swallow, drinking me down. “Fuck, man,” Jay said, my cock popping out of his mouth, precum collecting on his lips and chin. “It just never stops, does it?” “Imagine what my underwear looks like at the end of the day,” I said. “They’re always stained.” “Works of art,” he said, smiling. “Bet you fill up a condom quick.” “Not anymore,” I said. “No more condoms for me. Bareback from now on.” “That’s the way to go,” Jay said. “I think it’s time for you to fill my gut up. I haven’t had cum leaking out of my hole for too long.” “So, a day?” I said. “Almost,” Jay said. I moved down his body, my precum trailing down his chest and abs, collecting where his own precum had started to pool around his groin. I leaned down and licked from his groin up his abs, tasting every part of him. Fuck, he tasted good. He tasted like a man. “Let’s see if you can’t help make my cum-gift a bit more… hazardous.” I grabbed his legs and lifted them up, hoisting his lower body into the air. I bent my leg against his back, holding him up until I could grab hold of his ass and spread his cheeks apart, revealing his worn hole. “It’s all yours,” Jay said, winking. I dived down, eating his hole, doing everything Will and Dom had taught me. His ass was sweaty, but it tasted amazing. I could tell that he was fucked often, his hole slightly puffy, showing wear. He wouldn’t be as hard to enter as Lewis was, and something told me that he was probably even more open than Will. Dom fucked hard, but Jay seemed to spend his life now filled with cock. I moved from his hole and then licked up his taint, filling my mouth with his balls. His eyes rolled back into his head, mouth open as he gasped. “Swallow them down,” Jay moaned. “Taste my toxic bombs.” I’d never had another man’s balls in my mouth, but I was suddenly aware that I had within my mouth a part of Jay’s manhood. What made his cock a weapon was at my mercy, a quick bite causing the ultimate pain. I wouldn’t, but the power caused my cock to jump. “Ready?” I asked, his balls popping out of my mouth, a few strands of pubic hair clinging to my chin. “More than ready,” he said. I aimed my dripping cock up with his hole and then shoved inside, no resistance pushing against what we both wanted. “Fuck me, man,” Jay growled, his worn hole squeezing around my cock, already milking my abundant cum out of me. “With pleasure.” I pushed inside him as hard as I could, slamming across his prostate, and causing his toes to curl and his hole to squeeze again. It felt great, even better than fucking Will as I knew Jay was an even greedier cumdump than his brother. “God, your dick is incredible,” Jay cried, his hand jerking his own cock while the other twisted his nipples. “Fuck me. Fuck me with that married dick. Fuck me hard with that adulterous cock, the cock your wife doesn’t appreciate.” “It’s all yours,” I said, thrusting hard, my balls slapping his ass. “I can’t remember the last time I fucked her pussy. I can’t remember the last time I fucked her and she wanted it, she wanted my cum inside her.” “I want it,” Jay begged. “I want it all. Every drop of your cum. Every drop of the cum your wife won’t take. Fill me up with your cum till I explode. I want it pouring out of my hole and onto your marital bed.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw a picture on the wall of me and my wife on our wedding day, both of us smiling, neither knowing what would become of us. I didn’t know how she would turn on me and what made me special, what Will, Dom, and everyone else saw to be special and desirable. I didn’t know that I’d fuck one of my students, creating in him a need for toxic cock. I never would have thought at that young age, so innocent, that one day I’d be willingly taking poz cock, trying to infect my body, turning my copious outpour of cum into a weapon. I had been so harmless. So pure. Now… I looked down at Jay as he furiously jacked his cock, his balls disappearing into his body as his hole tightened around my cock, his toxic cum shooting out over his chest and face. “This is what I want,” I said, looking back at my wedding photo, looking at my wife, the cunt who never saw the real me. I want to fuck ass, I thought, slamming deep into Jay’s hole, every angry day after years of marriage flooding my body. I want cock in my hole. I want to fuck men for the rest of my life, however long or short. I want cum inside me, turning me, changing me forever. I want my cum to be hazardous. “I want your toxic cum!” I shouted, looking down at Jay. I didn’t know if I’d already started turning, if Will and Dom had done their job, but I was done waiting. I bit down on the inside of my mouth, tasting blood. I reached down and scooped up his cum and shoved it in my mouth, swirling my tongue and pressing the toxic loud into the cut. “FUCK!” I screamed, my head thrown back as I started to cum, shooting out one of the biggest loads I’d ever made. “I can feel it,” Jay cried, reaching up and pressing his hand on my pelvis, grabbing my pubic hair and pulling me closer. “Fill me, you fucking god!” “You want it all?” “I want it all,” he said. “I want everything. Drain your balls. Give me your last neg load.” “It’s all yours,” I said, pressing harder into his ass, forcing every inch inside him. Cum started leaking out, running down his back and collecting on the sheets. I scooped some up and threw it at the wall, some of it splattering on my wedding photo. Jay saw what I had done and smiled. “Fuck the cunt who can’t appreciate your gift.” “And yours,” I said, a small amount of pink cum dripping out of my mouth and running down my chin. “What the fuck?” Jay said. “Did you just…” “I’m tired of waiting,” I said, sliding down on the bed, my cock still in his hole, our bodies now pressing together in a heated, sweaty mess. I licked his cum off his chest and along his neck, kissing his chin where a nice coating of his toxic juice remained. “I want to be poz,” I told him, smiling. “I don’t care who does it.” “That’s so fucking hot,” Jay said, pulling me in for a deep kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I felt a sharp pain as it brushed over the cut. I found my cock starting to get hard again, my balls ready for another round. I started to pump into his ass, the desire for the roughest fuck of my life taking over. I wanted his ass to bleed, to infect me. I wanted our bodies tied together, unable to leave this room until I was transformed into the man I’d always wanted to be. “You’re a deviant pervert like me,” Jay said, his arms wrapped around me, his fingers digging into my back. I felt a sudden shock as he scratched me, my cock jumping to life and unloading another rush of cum into his hole. “Fuck!” I cried, feeling the burn from the scratch deep in my skin. “So,” Jay said, smiling, “he responds to pain. I like that.” “Good,” I said, slamming into his body, the bed creaking, slamming against the wall, causing the pictures to shake. I looked over at my wedding photo and slammed into Jay again. “Fuck it.” I pounded his ass again and again and again, watching as the photo shook, barely holding itself where it had resided for years. I’d never fucked anyone this hard, my cum sloshing out of Jay’s hole and covering our bodies. Jay’s back was arching, his eyes closed. “Fuck me!” he cried, grabbing me and pulling me down to him, his teeth biting down on my shoulder, creating a mark. “Fuck!” I slammed one last time into his hole, the bed hitting the wall and my wedding photo falling from its place, shattering on the floor as I came a third time. The orgasm shook my body even after I stopped cumming. I pulled out of Jay and eased my way down his body, resting my head next to his cock which was hard again. I sucked it into my mouth and fed on its toxic juice, relishing the perfect warmth filling me. I saw the empty spot where my wedding photo had been and felt happier than I’d ever been. “Fuck, dude,” Jay said, his hand reaching down and caressing my hair. “That was incredible.” I sucked his dick harder, cupping his balls with one hand while the other slipped into his hole and found his prostate covered in my cum. I started to press down, his body responding. “Yes,” he moaned, his palm pressed against my cheek. “Fucking yes. I’ll cum in your mouth. I’ll cum all over the cut and turn you. I’ll poz you up. I’ll poz you like my brother pozzed me!” What? I thought as he started cumming, filling my mouth with his toxic load. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Not sure how much of the night I should write about as I know everyone just wants to see Peter, Lewis, and Ryan convert. What are your thoughts? Who do you want to see fuck? Should I jump to them converting? What do you think? Let me know.

Newly single as of Monday when the BF of about 2 years moved away. Shrink said I should take things slow, maybe stay off the apps, then find a new Relationship. Truth is I was/am pissed that a job was worth more than me, so although I was literally honest about no apps, I wasted no time at the gym, showering after every work out, getting attention for my big uncut dick, and plotting. Sure enough last night I knew I had hooked a 40-something, 6-foot plus beefy ginger guy I'd eyed many times before. Pretty sure he works out with a boyfriend often but his eye contact in the showers and the fact that he came right up to me when I was hanging out, reading my in the lobby afterward meant it was easy to get him to follow me home. Soon as we're in the door his hand is on my dick through my short and it turns me on when I push this big guy down to his knees--I'm maybe 5'8"--and he's struggling to get my cock out and swallow it less than 10 seconds after we enter the apartment. I'm feeling angry and mean--not because of him, but hey, he's followed me home because he wants something from me--so I say, "Does your boyfriend know you like to get fucked raw by big uncut cocks?" And he startles but doesn't stop sucking my cock. And that's when I knew he was gonna take my load, which he was begging for 10 minutes later, And afterward there was no hesitation when he cleaned my cummy cock off with his mouth. And I felt so fucking good to be doing this again!

When you are a size queen like me, you just cant say no to a big cock-- not even a toxic one that might give you HIV. Now I'd been barebacking for awhile, but i aleays looked for neg guys-- or at least guys who lied and said they were neg. But its hard to find negative barebackers- and i really like raw cock. Well, i found this one guy's profile on BBRT enticing, so I started chatting with him. His profile said he was "huge and uncut"-- so I just had to find out more! His profile also said "ask me" under status. Of course he was Poz--- but he also proclaimed to have a 9x7 piece of meat. We chatted off and on for a few months anD exchanged pics, there was always some reason not to hook up-- besides my overall fear of him being positive an having a cock that would rip me open. One night, after I had a few beers, I found myself on BBRT and feeling incredibly horny for a fuck. And big cock stud was on. And he IM'd me. Him: you lookin? Me: yeah. I need to get fucked bad Him: you finally gonna let me breed that sweet hole? Me: will you go easy on me? Him: yeah-- I know I'm big. Don't worry Him: and you're ok with Poz? Me: would you pull out if I asked? Him: yeah- I can cum either way Me: yeah, I think we should do this Him: can we film it? Just for us. I like to rewatch my fucks later Me: as long as you don't post the video anywhere Him: cum on over. Bring poppers He gave me the address which was only a couple miles away. And soon I found myself knocking on his door. I was met by a thin, wiry daddy guy, in his 50's and a bit shorter than me. He ushers me in and leads me to his basement which could best be described as seedy. Ratty carpet, bad panelling, a threadbare plaid sofa, empty liquor bottles and full ashtrays everywhere. We go to the couch and sit. I'm nervous as hell, but the porn is playing and it gives me something to watch. Seeing my hesitation, he pulls off his shorts... Holy fuck. That cocknof his flopped out and I was mesmerized. It was every bit as impressive in person. Moreso actually. Thick as my wrist, especially in the middle, with all this extra foreskin hanging off the tip. He was also flopping yo about mid-thigh And he wasn't even fully hard yet! "Why don't you suck it for starters?" he suggests. I knelt and tried to work that monster as best I could, but at my best I could only fit about half of it in my mouth. So I mainly concentrated on his skin-- tonguing it for all I was worth. Pretty soon he was all full mast and so was I. "You ready to get the fuck of your life?" I nodded yes. He led me over to his desk area and his computer. He fired up the computer's camera and started recording. Then he pushed me down and had me suck some more and get him good and hard and wet. While I sucked he talked up a storm-- giving me feedback, telling me how it felt, what to do. Then he asked me if my ass was ready. He stood me up and squirted lube on his massive cock, then he had me lube my ass. He spun me around and had me brace against the panelled wall while he rubbed his fat cock head against my crack. "You might wanna hit them poppers about now," he suggested. So I did. My alcohol buzz mixed with the fresh poppers sent me soaring and the next thing I knew he was using short quick thrusts to work his head into my ass. It felt in-fucking-credible! While he slowly worked deeper, he kept up a steady litany of "Yeah, open that ass up-- take my big ol Poz cock in that pussy!". Stuff like that. I kept hitting the poppers hard, but it didn't help much when he got to the thickest part of his tool. "Whoa! Damn that's thick-- I can't take it all," I told him. "Okay," he said, then he grabbed my hips and shoved violently into my hole. I screamed in pain and tried to get away, but he had me pinned to the wall by that giant prong of his. I know I was whimpering a lot, but he didn't care. He told me to just do more poppers. "I know it hurt- but it was for the best. Trust me, yours wasn't the first tight ring I've had to bust. Besides, When I promised you the fuck of your life, I kinda meant of your death too." And then he started really fucking me. Okay, I admit the pain of him ripping past by sphincter sucked, but what his cock did inside my body was nothing short of amazing. The fat part of his cock steamrolled my prostate with every thrust, and the knob of his cockhead kept popping up into my Colon with every thrust. I could feel him poking so deep in me-- deeper than any cock or toy had ever been. It hurt... Deliciously. "Yeah boy! Take that Poz cock! Wrecking your guts with my dick of death! You love taking this Poz meat, doncha boy?" And I did. He probably drilled me for about 15 or 20 minutes solid- and by the end I was fully bent over, bracing my hands on that wall and pushing back into him. And he was fucking me with every inch-- coming out just so the head was in, then slamming back in. My cock was drooling precum everywhere. "What's your status, boy? You neg?" "Yes sir," I managed to get out between grunts. "You know I'm Poz, right?" "Yeah..." "Well, I'm getting close, boy-- where you want my load?" The poppers and alcohol (and the amazing cock) had done their trick. "Don't stop fucking me!" I heard myself beg. "Well Here it cums boy! Here it.... Fuuuuuuuuuck yeah! Breeding your neg cunt with my toxic seed! Take my dirty load bitch!" When he started shooting, he planted his cock as hard and as deep as he could. He also had one of those spongier cocks that really swells and pulses as it cums, so I felt every shot of his venom jizz up inside my colon. Then I came-- all over the panelling and that nasty carpet. I didn't even touch myself, my orgasm just... Happened. He stayed inside me for a few minutes, slowly thrusting and withdrawing his meat. Working his load into my guts. Which is exactly what he said while doing it. Eventually he did what felt like the longest pullout I have ever felt, and his dong popped out with a wet plop. Them he turned off the video and we cleaned up and got dressed. He showed me bits of our "movie"--- damn, it WAS hot seeing that much cock wrecking my butt! He promised to email me a copy for my enjoyment. "And this is just for us, right? No posting online?" "Don't worry," he told me. A couple weeks later I got sick-- and I knew. Sure enough, my next HiV test confirmed it. I Tried looking For big cock daddy online, but I almost never saw him on. I emailed several times, but months went by and I never got that copy. Evidently it was "too big" to email. And when he was online, we could never find a time to repeat the fuck do I could get a disc. Then one day I got an email from an acquaintance of mine (a friend of a good friend) and I though "how unusual" for him to contact me. In his email he sent me a video link and said I should watch it. It was for some bugchaser or bug share website.... My heart stopped. Damn if it wasn't our video, right out there in the public domain. You could see my face, me sucking his cock, me taking hom raw... I sorta freaked out a bit, to be honest. Then I watched the whole thing while jacking off. It a fucking hot clip! He had edited it down some for time, but you could hear me basically beg him for his toxic load and then there he was knocking me up with it. Evidently lots of guys liked it because it got a 5 star review and had been watched several thousand times. Plus there were comments posted like "I love how that bugchaser begged for you to breed his cunt!". Stuff like that. Although the site where the video was originally posted is gone, I still run into our video now and again on dirtier sites. And it always reminds me of the fuck of my life. And my death.

Writers Note. This is a sequel to The Step Son. Some of the content here will come from that story. Chapter 1: Leaving My Mark As we were driving home from the hotel, I got a text from my experimental friend, Marc. What perfect timing as I was already partially hard in the back seat thinking about the possibility of pozzing him! He went to a different college than I did, and said it would be great if I could visit sometime. He said his college roomie dropped out, and he now had a room to himself. I was going to a local community College and still living at home, and his college wasn't too far away. This would be perfect! I joked and said we wouldn't be able to skinny dip though! He said true, but the dorm did have a nice group shower and he now had a room to his own! He said there was a break coming up, and most of the guys on the floor would be going home, and he was tired of hearing guys fucking girls in their rooms. I asked him if he wanted to take our experimenting further, and he said yes. I asked how so, and he said he wanted us to fuck each other. My cock started leaking pre cum now. Luckily we stopped for gas and I headed to the restroom to relieve my pent up toxic sperm. I hated shooting it into the toilet, but had to get relief! While I was cumming, I snapped a picture and texted it to him. He replied with a picture of him stroking his cock in his room. We decided on the weekend, and I asked my parents if it was OK to visit him. My step dad said definitely as he knew our bonding had taken time away from us seeing each other. My mom also liked the idea saying it would give her and dad some alone time for the weekend.

Over the past 7 hours I’ve taken 16 anonymous loads. It’s Pride weekend in Dallas so I grabbed a hotel room with easy access and made my cunt easily available. Some really good dick this evening, pleasantly surprised. Highlights included a BBC the was so good it almost broke my pussy, an skinny white boy with a 8” cock that fucked like a jackrabbit, an Uber driver with a big dick that wanted wet hole, and a military bottom that gave me his load after an evening of taking loads himself.

Yes. And few times somewhat recently. One guy I talked to on NKP. He said he wanted to "paint my guts with cum". So we met up at a local uhaul and he fucked me in his storage unit. Told me about how he was a tattoo artist and would love to do some work on me. Few months later started dating my current BF. One day he told me about this gay guy that did his back tattoo. Turned out to be the guy that fucked me. Last week my BF said he wanted to stop by the tattoo place to say hi to the guy since we were right in the area. I had to make an excuse go somewhere else lol. Another time was a couple weeks ago. Hooked up with a guy. Took his load. Told me about how he had 2 kids my age. Turned out, his kids are friends with people in my family. Then yesterday, met up with another dude. Got to his house and realized he lived next door to my sisters boyfriends family. Had to run in quick since we are over all the time and didnt want them to see me 🤣

No. As everyone else here has stated, the chances are vanishingly small. HIV is actually pretty hard to catch. Reading between the lines, it sounds like you're exploring man-on-man sex and stepping outside your comfort zone. AWESOME! In the immortal words of Tom Lehrer: "Don't be nervous, don't be flustered, don't be scared... BE PREPARED!" In 21st-century terms, as many other topics here have explained, that means: Remember that HIV, while serious, is by far the least transmissible of the various STI's running around out there, and some of them are quite unpleasant. Get on PrEP if you don't want to risk HIV. If you're not sharing needles or engaging in receptive anal intercourse, you're probably pretty safe without this one. Get your shots! HepA, HepB, mpox, meningitis, HPV. All of these are completely preventable. Get tested. Regularly. Gonorrhea, chlamydia, and especially syphilis are out there, and can be asymptomatic so you won't notice a thing. You don't want to be spreading them around, and we don't want you to, either.

Yeah I loved it! I’ll write up about the second night… although much the same! Went home dripping! 🐽😈🐽😈

Wow! Another great installment. Peter's growth - from his initial guilt over Lewis to his play with Jay is amazing. Your account of him biting down on the inside of his mouth and slurping up Jay's poz load was so fucking hot. Thanks for posting.

About two weeks ago I had to head out of town to do some work at an amazon warehouse for a week. Mechanical tech, nothing amazing, but the one horse town I was in had a "gay friendly" bar and grill and the motel I was in had no working cable so I made my way there for a sandwich after work. The day ran a little late and it was midweek so I was basically the only customer. The bartender was a stocky black bear with a sort of grating effeminate voice that didn't really match his demeanor at all, and the bar was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I mentioned it, and he said he couldn't do anything because a power outage had messed up the sound system. Bored and not in the mood to hear the pacman machine anymore I offered to help and basically just turned the amps back on which made me a legend because this had gone on for nearly four days. The kitchen had closed an hour ago but the fry cook was just packing up and fembear insisted he could get me at least some chicken strips and fries so I hung around and ordered a beer. Twenty minutes later and a curly haired average looking skinny guy with blue fingernails came out with a plate of food gushing praise because he was going insane without any music. This guy looked twenty something and nothing special but he had an absolute dump truck ass that made my cock jump. He clocked out, sat next to me and ordered a drink. So one beer turned into three and the guy was actually a decent conversation. Some cringy parts about living with his mom and wanting to get out or get an amazon job, but whatever. He'd get up occasionally to change the music and I'd get another look at that delicious ass. Seriously, this guy was getting me hard and not even trying but I'm dating a guy back home, trying to make things exclusive and work out this time so I didn't really make moves and instead went to take a piss. Im convinced small town bars pawn their bathroom fixtures for cash because this one was missing dividers and the urinals were obviously a contractor special placed wherever a plumber could sawzall the wall, which was close. In walks fry man, stands next to me, and Im so close I can literally feel his body heat. He smells like axe body spray, onions and kitchen grease and I'm politely staring at the ceiling until I hear the softest "you have a niiiice cock." I give a halfhearted smile and a thanks, pack up and start washing my hands when I catch just the top half of that amazing ass peeking out of his jeans. Being a bit tipsy I turn around to get a better view and he catches me. He asks if I wanna see it and before he even finishes the sentence hes already slipped his jeans down, no underwear, and I'm looking at a completely hairless grade A bubble butt with nothing to say, which is enough to give him a shit eating grin and a "yeah you do daddy." I'm masculine but definitely don't consider myself a daddy at all. A few minutes later and hes fished my dick back out of my pants and I'm pawing away at his cheeks while hes stroking me. Hes right on my neck, licking and kissing and whispering 'yeah daddy' and i cant even tell if its the beer or just lust making me dizzy. Eventually the sound of a pile of bottles crashing into the trash brings me back to a shitty bathroom fondling some equally trashy rando. I tell him I'm dating somebody, tuck my dribbling hardon back in my pants and give a half hearted sorry but he licks my pre off his palm and tells me I haven't even seen his hole yet. he jumps around, grabs his ass, and looks over his shoulder for my reaction which was just a quiet stare while he winks it and eggs me on to touch it. Against my better instinct, and like a fucking zombie I dragged my fingers up and down a few times and remembered just how much I missed warm boyhole I guess. I don't even remember what happened next but i mashed my face into him and devoured it. Not even playfully, I was sucking and slurping him like a bowl of ramen. I could actually hear my tongue every time I pushed it up his ass and the whole time hes a complete whore about it. Verbal stuff like 'eat it all up daddy.' Again, the sound of the trash, and I gave it one last smooch before I smacked his ass and told him I had to go. The protesting continued. No daddy, come on daddy, the guy popped open my fly and yanked down my zipper like they were his pants and I was actually pretty embarrassed at the slimy mess of precum I'd filled my briefs with. More soft little yeah daddy's until he was long stroking me with one hand and jerking my pants down with the other pretty violently. This was already way out of the realm of what I came in for and I kept trying to back out of his grip. At some point my heels caught on something and I fell backward onto the toilet seat. We both sort of laughed, and I assumed he got the hint but he just moved in closer, spit in his hand and kept working my dick like a fiend. For about a minute it was just my leaking dick and his fist flying up and down. I remember staring at his little blue fingernails and listening to him talking dirty under his breath, stuff like big fat daddycock or encouraging me to just let him stroke it. At this point I sort of gave up, I was close anyway and a handjob wasn't gonna ruin my relationship. Eventually he backs off, but that's just so he can step out of his pants and pull out a tube of cherry ChapStick which was definitely unexpected. He then twists up about a half inch of it, breaks it off, and starts mashing it in his fingers before reaching back and rubbing it into his asshole and honestly I was lost for words. I'm not much for kink and I'm trying to piece together whats happening and while hes doing this he reaches forward with his other hand to jack me off again playing with his ass, and dirty talking me. Again, I'm pretty close and I kinda just want the whole thing done with. Just as I'm about to shower this guy in jizz he blurts out 'don't cum' in the most accusatory tone for some reason. He then takes two steps over my lap and I suddenly realize this white trash guy was lubing up for a fuck. He manages to get my dickhead between his thick cheeks before I jump back and remind him ive got a boyfriend and we don't even have a condom. At the same time his ass feels really nice, slick and smooth, and its pretty obvious I like it. I don't want to raw fuck this guy but hes making every excuse to keep my dick where its at, telling me I'm not inside him, telling me my fat daddycock feels good, rolling his hips around and making sure to work my dick head. Eventually he gets a rhythm going and starts jerking off. Hes back to encouraging menso I'm starting to accept this sort of outer course thing thats happening, like we established a boundary. No big deal, just let this dude cum and were done. Eventually I'm pretty complacent and just enjoying the tease when he looks at me, arches his back a little and let's out an 'oops daddy.' I cant tell if hes being honest or not because I absolutely felt my dickhead push into him for a split second but hes still going, more dirty talk just keeps coming and its pretty hot. Then it happens again. no oops just a sigh and its obvious we don't have boundaries understood because I actually heard my dickhead pop out of his ChapStick coated asshole this time. Part of me was ashamed I was doing this but the feeling of this guys hairless asshole sucking the head of my dick was literal heaven. He started asking if I liked his hole and again, my cockhead squeezes back in and out of him. At this point I figured we were fucking whether or not I had a relationship so I waved to the dispenser on the wall and told him pretty seriously we need a condom. I asked a couple more times but at this point he has my dick head inside him and hes squeezing it and teasing it, telling me to keep going and pull it back out when I'm going to shoot and I can't think of any excuses. Two or three more plunges and Eventually hes just riding me, hands on my shoulders. I remember the trashy smell of cherry ChapStick and listening to him tell me how I wanted to blow my load into him. I was completely lost buried in this guys guts. He was tight, but I could tell he probably fucked a lot since he was hairless and had a beautiful ass. the dirty talk was pretty raunchy at this point. he'd pull all the way out and back in hands free with occasional little farts saying stuff like 'look at that fat fucking cock' and 'stretch it open daddy' True to his word he did let me pull it out and blast about a gallon of jizz on his ass, but after he climbed off he sat back down on me and bounced around for about a minute just whispering 'drain your fat daddycock.' Post nut clarity, I awkwardly cashed out and drove back to the motel and avoided the place for the rest of the trip. I'm almost totally sure the bartender knew wtf we were doing.

Chapter 1: The Life of Nine Daniel stepped out of the shower, water dripping off his tautly-muscled body and his still-rigid cock. From under the spray, Laszlo asked, “Does that thing ever go down?” Daniel chuckled. “You want to have another go and see if you can make it go soft?” “No, thanks. My hole is going to be sore, and my jaw’s going to ache for 3 days as it is.” Daniel methodically dried off his 9-inch pride and joy, then went back to towelling off the rest of his body. He and Laszlo had just finished filming a scene in which Daniel had face-fucked and ass-fucked the slim, boyish Hungarian for a total of five loads. He’d pumped a first load down Laszlo’s throat, then fucked Laszlo missionary and planted a second one in his hole while Laszlo came hands-free all over his abs and pecs. Without even stopping, Daniel had kept right on going, continuing to pound Laszlo’s ass, now rolling the compliant bottom onto his face and mounting him from behind, lying right along his back and pounding deep into his hole. When Laszlo yelled that he was going to cum again, Daniel speeded up and dumped his second load into Laszlo’s battered hole, then pulled out to let the cameras see what looked like a tidal wave of sperm slowly oozing its way out of the younger guy’s well-used ass. After Daniel had eaten and sucked all his cum back out of Laszlo’s stretched-out butt, he had rolled Laszlo onto his back and shoved his cock back into the boy’s mouth so Laszlo could clean him off. When he at last pulled free, the two cameramen wanted to get in on the action. Both of them were rock-hard and ready to go, and in what seemed like no time Laszlo had taken a third load up the ass and a second one down the throat. Daniel had kept right on stroking, and then drove his still-hard erection deep inside the hole of the cameraman fucking Laszlo and dropped his fourth load of the day inside another willing and tight ass while the cameraman was breeding Laszlo. It had been quite the afternoon. Even for him, this afternoon’s performance had been one for the record books, but the slim, dark-haired Laszlo had been his favourite kind of guy to fuck, and Will, the red-haired cameraman, had been cut from the same cloth – slender, muscled, and with a firm, round ass that opened right up on demand. Once he was dried off, he crawled back into the bed, tired at last and glad of a chance to get some sleep before it was time to go downstairs for the wrap party that night. It had been a busy week, during which he had filmed three scenes altogether. Just as he was dropping off to sleep, he felt another body sliding under the sheets and curling up against him. Laszlo murmured, “Is this okay?” Daniel reached out an arm, pulled the younger guy close to him, and they both fell asleep almost at once. It had been eleven years since Daniel had done his first shoot, and it was that first film that had given the then-eighteen-year old stud the advertising tag that had stuck with him ever since: “The Hawaiian Nine.” Half his reputation had come from the length and thickness of his cock, the rest from his uncanny ability to keep calling up multiple cum shots while filming. But then, his copper-coloured skin and devastatingly handsome face had done no harm for his career either. Daniel, the Hawaiian Nine, always looked as if he had just stepped off Waikiki Beach, and that was legitimate because he actually was Hawaiian. He came from a typically Hawaiian family, with various mingled bloodlines traceable to every corner of the Pacific Ocean. As a youngster, his father had been a champion surfer, and he’d passed on his skills and his love of the big waves to his eldest son. Daniel’s mother had been more problematic. As a church deacon, she had lived many hours of her life within the church at the end of the street, and it had always pained her that her son, her pride and joy, simply didn’t share her enthusiasm for Christianity at all. Daniel, of course, knew exactly why he was avoiding the church, but he also knew that sooner or later he was going to have to come clean to his parents, and that was going to be messy. In the event, he didn’t get the chance. When he was eighteen, he got a job on the mainland to earn more money for school, and it was there that he had taken on the additional job of doing favours for an older man who turned out to be a porn director. Wild sessions in his lover’s bedroom led soon enough to sessions in front of a camera, and to his first film scene. His long, thick cock had made mincemeat out of the inexperienced hole of the bottom who was paired with him, but he had gotten a bonus from the production company’s owner after delivering not one, not two, but three fountain-like money shots during the one shoot. The film, and the bonus, were his undoing. Back home in Kauai, another young gay man he’d never met fell victim to a snooping father who found the scene on his computer, recognized Daniel, and told Daniel’s mother at church what he had seen. In later life, Daniel, when telling the story, would simply say, “I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.” Things got messy all right, and in ways which he hadn’t even anticipated. His father, although concerned about his well-being, was prepared to accept his decision to work in the porn industry, but his mother most certainly was not. She had told him he was no longer welcome in her home -- and was no longer her son. When his father remonstrated with her, she turned on him, declaring that with such a weak-kneed approach to what was right and moral, he was no longer welcome either -- and that he had better leave right away so she could call a good divorce lawyer. Nor did things get any easier when Daniel’s younger brother and twin baby sisters lined up on the side of their father and their brother. The resulting divorce proceedings were messy in the extreme, becoming a nine days’ wonder in the local media. Daniel watched it all from a safe distance, in West Hollywood, and continued squirrelling away money for his education after each shoot. He made five films for the director before they broke up, and by that time he had a reputation of his own and could get jobs with any production company that wanted him. He laid down some strict guidelines for himself. Film shoots were an absolute no-no during work terms at school. He accepted offers for holiday periods only, and the offers became much more reliable and consistent when he shared his school schedule with several of the production companies which allowed him some leeway in choosing his scene partners. In due course, he finished his business finance degree with time and money to spare, and promptly bought an equity share in one of the production companies which hadn’t used his services. This firm specialized in twink-on-twink action, and had no need for Daniel’s particular abilities, but he was shrewd enough to know that this was one of the most foolproof market segments. Over time, with the help of careful investing and a bequest from a sympathetic uncle, he increased his holdings to forty percent of the total, but acted mainly as a silent partner. After all, the management was getting great results, both in the quality of films and in the financial statements, and only an idiot plays games with success. Daniel himself had bigger plans, and these became obvious when he placed his forty percent stake into the hands of a new production company with himself as sole owner, Hawaiian Nine Films. In no time, the twink studio was rebranded as “Twink Heaven, a Hawaiian Nine Company.” He then begged a couple of friends to work for nothing for him, to help him get established, and the three of them proceeded to make the new company’s first film, Hawaiian Nine Nights, which immediately put the new company onto a truly solid financial footing. Within the year, Hawaiian Nine Films had a solid professional staff to run the business and was making more and more films itself, under its own name. Daniel had hired some of the best directors and camera men in the business. The quality of his films became the envy of the industry, while his name on the website drew endless numbers of viewers. Well, that and his legendary tool. It may not have been as long as some porn dicks, but it was unquestionably one of the thickest ever seen on film – the thickness making that rampant erection appear actually shorter than it was, until a bottom began sliding down onto it, and kept right on sliding farther and longer than anyone expected. It became a sort of tradition at Hawaiian Nine Films that, whoever else was featured, the boss always performed in one scene for each film, either within the story or as a “bonus extra” only for those viewers who actually purchased the film, as opposed to simply streaming it. The film that he’d just finished making with Laszlo had been the fortieth production of Hawaiian Nine Films, and it had been the first one in a few years in which he’d played more than a single scene or bonus. He’d fucked Laszlo, he’d done a scene with another twink “borrowed” from Twink Heaven, and then he’d brought the house down by letting himself be fucked and bred on camera by the legendary Rod Rammer, whom he’d persuaded to come out of retirement for this special appearance. By now, the rumours were out on the street that Rod actually preferred to bottom, and the “bonus track” for this video featured Daniel fucking and breeding Rod, the first time that famously top-only man had ever been fucked or bred on screen. The rumours were proven to be right on target when Daniel had let his load spurt into Rod’s hole just as Rod was cumming hands-free, a fountain of cum that shot out of his rigid eleven-incher to a clear three feet in the air above his twisting, convulsing body. This whole scene was such a huge coup for Daniel that he actually had planned to market the bonus as a separately-priced item, available only at an extra fee and only for purchasers of the full-length film. After sleeping for an hour and a half, Daniel awoke to find Laszlo still sleeping and still cuddled up against him, there in the spacious master bedroom of his condo. He felt a little sorry for Laszlo, who was likely to get totally overlooked in the whole fanfare over the two scenes with Rod Rammer. Because Laszlo was actually a gifted performer as well as a sweet bottom, Daniel resolved to give him featured billing, if not as prominently as himself and Rod. As he was thinking these thoughts, Laszlo began to stir. Daniel stroked his face gently, and the younger man came awake with a beaming smile on his face. “What’s made you so happy?” “I was just dreaming about waking up in bed next to you, and look – here we are!” “Laszlo, don’t get your hopes up.” “Oh, don’t worry, I know all about that. It’s a job, it doesn’t mean anything else, don’t let yourself fall for your scene partner, blah, blah, blah.” “Smart man. Let’s hop in the hot tub on the balcony.” They went outside, pulled the cover off, and turned on the jets before settling into the steaming, bubbling water as it swirled around them. Daniel leaned back with a grateful sigh, letting the foaming action soak away the tension in his neck and shoulders. After a few minutes of relaxing, Laszlo resumed his line of questioning. “But what about you, Daniel? You could certainly do worse than fall for a sweet young thing like me. And it’s not like you’ve ever been seen with anyone since you broke up with….” “Stop right there if you ever want to get another job with Hawaiian Nine.” “Okay.” But Laszlo looked a bit doubtful. “Laszlo, I can read you like a book, and you’re asking all the questions: what makes him tick emotionally, what’s his private life like, who if anyone has been in a relationship with him, all that gossip magazine stuff that always makes everyone too damned nosy. No one knows about my private life because I don’t have one – not the way you’re thinking of it, anyway.” “Do you miss it?” There followed a moment’s silence. Then, Daniel’s taciturn reply – if you could call it a reply: “We’d better get going, don’t want to be late for the wrap party.” And he stood up, taking a towel for himself and handing Laszlo the other one. In twenty minutes they were both dressed, and Daniel shooed Laszlo out of the bedroom, saying he would follow in a minute or two. Downstairs in the big open-plan main room, the caterers had gotten everything set up and then had vanished as requested. Jim, Rod’s husband, had taken over the management of the bar, and was busily mixing and dispensing drinks to all comers. Laszlo was in a corner, making animated conversation with Terry, the other twink from the film. Will, the red-headed cameraman, was chatting with Rod Rammer, and directing covert, envious glances at the star’s legendary cock bulge. Other assorted members of the cast and production team mixed and mingled. Daniel flung himself into the party, mixing and mingling with his best sparkling smile and vigorous laugh. Rod Rammer cornered him, with a proposition – he and Jim would love to have Daniel come over for another private three-way, like the one they’d had the previous year when the whole idea for Rod’s appearance in the film had been hatched. Eddie, the other cameraman, let him know that he had left a camera running when he and Will had gone to town on Laszlo, and there might easily be another scene or bonus in that footage. Terry came to talk to him, plainly angling for another film gig. Daniel was polite but noncommittal. During their scene, Terry had been about as sexy as a lump of rock, and it had been a challenge to stay hard and to cum on cue. Other voices tossed out other casting suggestions to him, a few of which intrigued him enough to make a mental note to investigate. But all the time, somewhere deep inside, he was pondering Laszlo’s question. Did he miss having a private life? The more he thought about that, the quieter he became, and the people there who knew him best could tell that the boss was deep inside himself again, and likely to remain that way for the balance of the evening. The party finally began to wind down, with the business management team of Hawaiian Nine doing the honours of helping all the guests on their way. At last, the condo was empty except for them, and they quickly said goodnight to Daniel and left themselves. Daniel was alone. But not really alone, because Laszlo’s question was still hanging in the air. Did he miss – did he even want – a private life?

Made a connection with a guy on Grindr. Hate to say it, but it was a typical low-budget kind of hookup. He was in a flea-bag motel. Hooked up Wed night, he just laid there for a long time while I sucked him hard. Without a comment, he pushed me face down onto the bed and proceeded to pound away. Just steady and hard, hitting my bladder every time. He was a good size 7.5 to 8", maybe. It was a good thing that he finally came; he was starting to fuck the piss out of me. Thursday he contacted me and asked for some help with some party favors for a second visit. This time I got the Motel. I like anon scene and was blindfolded with the door ajar. I heard the door open, nothing was said, and then I realized there was more than just him. There was a jolt of fear and excitement. A cock got put into my mouth and my hand placed on another. As they both got hard. I was moved onto my knees on the bed. One in my mouth and one in each hand. I was glad I had pre-lubed because a hard one was pushed into the hilt with one push. He set up a nice steady rhythm; the one in my mouth started to leak precum. The one fucking me grunted and pushed in hard. He pulled out and moved to my mouth to get cleaned off, and one of the guys in my hand moved to my ass. I have no clue how many there actually were. I counted nine loads in my ass. Yes, I was a bit sore. They got dressed and left. No words were said. I tried to connect when I woke up this morning, but he had deleted his Grindr account. Yeah, the whole anon scene is risky but this once it paid off. Now I"m going to fantasize about it happening again.

I can taste how sweet your hole is right now😛😛😛😛

I love ATM. I’ll clean any cock no matter whose ass it’s cum out of. Love cum and ass juices.

One never knows where my twisted mind will go! I'll just say this is my MOST twisted story EVER! The descriptions of sex are limited, it's just plot based. Let's just tease a bit, and say you haven't heard about all the players in the story yet!

nice! hope our friend swap strains with the other college boy and they both infect Marc.

I always clean his dick off with my mouth after he's cum in me. It's the least I can do if he was kind enough to give me his seed.

3 times I fucked people I knew. Twice was in a video arcade booth through a gloryhole. First guy was a boy that worked for me. We did it a few more times after that too. Second was a coworker but it only happened in once. Third time was person I had just finished having a job interview with about 2 hours before. He was a hot sloppy hole at a bathhouse. I don’t think he knew it was me as it was kinda dark but I had spotted and followed him until he went into a dark play area. Oink oink

Oh Hell Yes bro,,right behind you

That's the best. I love putting a load in a cheater.

Love this story...fuck I love Berlin 🐷

I know a lot of guys want to know after I have 2 or 3 Loads in my ass to text them. Some are ready, others wait a few hours to get fucked and 10+ Loads.

wonderful story and a good advice being used at bulls in Berlin. Visiting Berlin form june 28th to july 1st

Had a bit of a dry spell most of May. Broke that tonight. A fuckbud I hadn't seen in a while was on. He's a twink, 22 year old that loves bears and guys a bit older than him. He came by, we made out, kissing, hugging (he felt and smelled so good). Eventually I sat on his 7.5" curved uncut cock and rode him a few minutes before he blasted in me. We cuddled in bed some more in the afterglow. About 20 minutes later he pushes me on my back, lubes up and slides in for round two. After a few minutes he pulls out has me get into doggy, he slams his dick in me so fast, the curve hits my prostate and I shoot a load all over the blanket. A few minutes later he dumps load 2 in me. All in all a good night.

Was horny this morning so I went cruising. Walked into the cruising are and immediately saw a hot guy with a shaved head and sunglasses pissing. Walked past him and to a little side area, he followed. When he came closer I recognised that we have played before. 'Straight' married guy who never fucks without a rubber. We snog, suck, he plays with my hole. I let him. We keep on snogging and swapping sucks. I tell him I want him to fuck me and as always he says not without a condom. We keep playing for a bit before inturn round and tease him with my hole. He rubs the tip of his dick against my hairy arsehole and pushes a little. "Are you clean?" He asks. "Yeah" I replied.. I'd douched after all so I was clean in that respect. He slips in and starts fucking me. His dick is solid with a little up curve to it. Probably about 7" and nice n fat. A lovely uncut head too. I want him to breed me but he says "cum on my cock and ill use it to fuck you with." I try but im not ready to cum yet. We move to a place about 10 metres away where there is a chair. I lean against it and assume the position. He starts fucking me again, hitting my prostate with each thrust and making me moan. Before I know it I hear him say "you ready?" "Fuck yeah, breed my arse" I respond. He grabs my hips, thrusts in about 5 or 6 times and starts grunting as he unloads his huge balls into my hole. After he pulls out he pushes a bead of cum out of his cock for me to lick. I'm good and I suck it clean. Fucking perfect start to the day!

the night rolled along as intended, connor gently rocking along as a slow parade of various horny men entered the room, slid their clothes off, and slipped inside him without much protest. some fucked him fast and rough, dumping their load in a few seconds with a triumphant growl, claiming his soft pussy with ropes of sticky hot cum as they pressed themselves tightly against him. Others seemed to savour the moment, gently pumping in long full strokes, telling him how good he felt, or how wet he was, encouraging and praising his submission. they would pause to admire his now puffy hole as it simply gaped in anticipation of the next cock. Corbin busied himself with the occasional errant text, stopping only to eagerly offer his throat to a few handsome boys he hadnt seen yet, plugging his fingers into his silky pussy as he gulped and slurped at them as if to encourage them to remember just how good he was as well. Corbin would tease their nuts tight to the base of their cock, carefully edging them to the brink of dumping their load, before pulling back and with a quick smile and a gesture sending their now aching brimming tool directly toward Connor. There were a few though that took desperate restraint. An exceptionally long or thick penis, or one with a particularly beautiful shape, might send him momentarily spinning on his heels, eager to plunge it into his own thirsty cunt. Not tonight though. Tonight these cocks were only for a single lonely straight boy he could barely recall the name of anymore, only the absolute carnal pleasure of his raw virgin asshole as it pulsed around his own cock, seemingly begging for the seed in his balls. By four AM Connor had passed the threshhold of discomfort, and was long past the point of concern. What began as a string of begging and pleading had now settled into a comfortable grunt or occasional intense groan as his wrecked slut hole spread wider and wider, the cocks plunging deeper and deeper into a pool of rich warm semen. Corbin remembered that a few degrees of offset at the head of the sling ensured the fuckstick stayed at what he called the breeding angle. hips up and out, to encourage a mans cock head to naturally, gracefully caress and assault the prostate as the gentle lean guaranteed once their cunt was loose, the seed simply flowed deeper into them instead of out. Six hours of fucking had reduced Connor to a filthy parody of his former self. His churning asshole, once tight as a drum, now sloshed about with an impressive count of loads as his guts swam in an ocean of random mens cum. Corbin made sure to check the clock every few hours, just to make sure his chained up little marionette was nice and relaxed. Earlier in the night he'd forgotten by a few minutes. not that it was his fault, of course not, a piggy poz cock like his was in just as fervent demand as the kite high sling-bound pussy in his caretake. just as his uncut prick finished filling an eager little chaser he was distracted with ever more childish thrashing and begging from tonights fuckstick. pleading for release, for help, for anything; not that anyone took particular notice. dragging his dripping tool out slowly and reluctantly he sighed and embraced his sullen role as tonights glorified babysitter. "hush now baby..." Corbin gripped the boy ferociously...annoyed at the sudden urgency that pulled him out of such a sweet little neg hole. "we arent finished using up your pussy. just lie back and relax for me.." he gently mocked as he pushed more drugs into the boy, watching patiently as the little tantrum subsided. "theres my good boy...all better now..." He soothed, gently rubbing Connors asshole in slow circles before licking his fingers clean and motioning for a thick bear to approach. "please?" Corbin asked eagerly and as the hirsute man smiled and slowly nodded, he dropped to his knees and began the challenge of working the sizeable girth of cock into his throat. The mans low groan was the only approval he wanted, as he settled into a gentle rhythm working the bulbous cherry head past his lips and down his throat again and again. gently reaching between the mans powerful thighs he took careful hold of his bull sized nuts, massaging them gently so as not to coax their precious load too soon. After a few glorious proud minutes sucking what had to be the largest cock in the room, the man abruptly grabbed Corbin by a tuft of hair, pulling him off his cock. "yes daddy" corbin simply acknowledged as he rocked back on his arms, waiting anxiously. Corbin knew this daddy wanted boyhole, and the only one in the room was about a foot from his leaking prick as he turned to step forward toward the nights fuckstick. "put me inside him boy." Corbin eagerly slid his hand around the base of the mans hairy cock and aimed its weeping piss slit into Connor. "here..." Corbin slid his hands around and pulled the straight boys greasy cheeks apart. "its all ready for you now daddy, push it inside him"

Chapter 1, PozCop: happy birthday I still could not believe that my husband passed away so quickly; it was me to find him dead, hit by the bus which should have taken him to his office, and I still can remember three teens running away as soon as they saw us cops around. Impossible to see their faces and identify them. I watched the old family photo hanging on the wall, with all of us together: me and Ian standing next to my twin sister and her girlfriend Sharon, who held our little son Elias; next to it, another pic showed a tall, young and sexy teen holding a trophy and showing a large smile of pride. I placed my left hand on Ian's empty chair and couldn't hold tears. "Time for you to find a replacement", my sister suggested; "I know Sharon and I are no longer enough for you." I remained silent, aware that my special Ian was gone and no other man could replace him at all. "Listen, my Gifter", Sharon stood up and came close to me. "Stop crying on yourself, you could do nothing for him! It was an accident!" "I could have driven him at work", I blamed myself; "but Chief called me for that silly thing of teens fighting for a girl! What an emergency, for me Chief could even fuck off." "You should better go to wake Elias up", she interrupted me and took a folded paper from a drawer. "But first tell me your intentions, did you change your mind after what happened or shall we proceed?" I just took the paper ffrom her hand and after having read it, I tore it in pieces. "I won't waste this past week! Now time has come! Let me show you where this prescription must go", I said, and ran to flush it down the toilet. "Understood", Sharon unbuttoned her shirt addressing a sad smile at me. "I feel so guilty, Gifter", she almost cried while I looked at the two scorpions tattooed on her breasts. "I did my best for Elias with my milk but we have been disappointed", she cried at the stingers pointing at her nipples. "Who's crying at themselves now", I playfully spanked her ass and, without waiting for her reply, I walked to my son's room. One knock, two, three, no answer and no movement, so I pushed the handle down and the door opened. "Eli", I whispered softly; "breakfast is almost cold. Wake up my son!" Elias didn't move; he laid down on the bed, on his belly, face pressed onto the pillow; with no regard I closed the room's door and sat next to him. Being that close I noticed his body shaking and the pillowcase soaked in tears. "Again?", I asked; "it's a whole week it goes on like this! What's up, my boy!" "I miss Ian", he sobbed; "I've always his voice into my ears, his smile, everything..." "Same for me", I comforted him; "he's living inside my heart and blood, although his body has gone." But my son's gaze wasn't directed to me, he continued to cry over the pillow instead! A cop like me knows it, I'm not born yesterday, there was clearly something else in the air. "I swear it", I said caressing his hair; "if I discover someone has hurt you anyhow, be sure they'll end up buried somewhere. No one has the right to offend you or make you suffer, my dear. These are tears from a young broken heart, aren't they?" "What? Might be abstinence from my pills", the boy blushed, determined to change the conversation subject; "why did you made me suspend them a week ago!" I pulled him by his hands, forcing him to get out of bed; while standing, he was tall as me, with a muscular young innocent body just dressed in underwear; "happy birthday", I smiled at him touching his round, perfect ass; "look at yourself, today you turn 18, but you look as an adult crying like a baby!" His head on my shoulder, he broke in tears again so I held him tight in my arms: "dad's here for you, my little man; and if you stopped those pills it's because they're for boys! Today it's time for you to get your deserved upgrade. I want you to be free, from now on." "Ian was the only one who listened to me", he cried again; "I'm 18 and have never kissed a girl or a boy, no one, everybody says people like me bring misfortune and negativity. All guys in my school had sex at least once, and me... Nothing. Even Ian rejected me, we just talked." "Because you weren't in legal age, but from today..." I held him even tighter, slowly caressing his body till his sobs subsided. I could notice his dick hardening but I hesitated before sliding his underwear down. "I know it's wrong", he finally said looking into my eyes; "but I saw you kissing Alex! Your sister! Could you kiss your son?" I was already dripping precum under my pants, but I was conscious about the importance of the moment; "I'll give you your special 18th birthday gift, Eli, but one step at a time!"

I love a boy cleaning my cock after it’s been in its ass and I love eating ass before and after it’s full of cum and then makeout with the boy

My wife was frigid so I started watching more porn. I really liked watching the bitches suck big cocks and I loved it when he finished by jerking off on her face and in her mouth. Eventually, I began wondering what it would be like to be in the bitch's role... taking the cum on my face or in my mouth. So, after a couple years of wondering, I began my journey to becoming a cocksucker. I didn't swallow for a while, but once I got my first taste of cum it was over. I loved everything about a stranger pumping his delicious cum into my mouth. I loved the submission of receiving their cum, I loved the texture of their cum, I loved the taste of their cum. I could never get enough and I can't get enough. For the life of me, I can't fathom why anyone would ever spit it out. Cum is precious and under no circumstances should it EVER be wasted!

Father’s day surprise Daniel at 19 years old, 5’10” tall with sandy brown hair and green eyes, athletic, smart and what most would consider very good looking, he was a son that would make any dad proud. He had done drama productions in the fall and played baseball in the spring, throughout his high school years, girls and guys would swoon when he entered a room, and he seemed inseparable from his best friend and partner in crime, Mike I’m Eric, believe it or not I’m only 35, with a hot 19year old son who now lives with me, doing the math, I was 16 when Daniel was born, a near virginal birth, you see I never had sex as a youth, unless you count masturbation. That pissed off my girlfriend (beard) at the time, as she was always trying to get me to do her, but she just didn’t get a rise from me. She somehow managed to steal my semen and impregnate herself. Karen was a bitchy cheerleader and wanted my baby, after all, I was captain of the football team, straight “A” student taking AP classes, 6’1 150# dishwater blonde hair and the ultimate catch for her. She managed to make it through the semester then disappeared during the summer returning with an adorable baby boy in the fall, DNA test proved Daniel to be of my linage, which bolstered my reputation, one which I did not deserve, I might add, and made me even more popular, and allowing me to stay in the closet. I experimented a little in gay sex in college, determining I really liked guys but I still refused to come out, preferring casual hook ups, always safe, and occasional fuck buds, usually in other towns as I traveled a lot after college getting my business up and running. When Daniel was 10, Karen sent him to live with me, as she could no longer handle his behavior, or the pranks that he and Mike would pull. I had built up a successful business by then and could give Daniel a good home life, whereas Karen had fallen in with the wrong crowd and I suspect CPS was soon to intervene anyway. Having this precocious little 10 year old put a cramp in my sex life but I loved him, and was willing to sacrifice my pleasures to make sure he was taken care of. Although I did manage to find hookups when Daniel was in school, and when he would spend the night over at Mike’s and when I would go away on business trips the local baths played host to my sexual desires, and there was always the internet. At 13 Daniel came to me and confessed he liked boys more than girls. We had a chat about it and he promised me he would abstain from physical sexual contact till he meet the right guy or 18 which ever came first, I chuckled at that and we were happy to know he felt comfortable with his sexual identity. Mike and Daniel were neighbors and classmates from third grade on, Mike’s parents moving to my side of town when he was around 10, our town being a small rural community it didn’t change what schools either r boy attended and they remained stuck like glue, though I had to reel them in on the pranks to maintain their good citizenship in the community. They both went out for the same plays and sports teams, Mike seemed to be over at our place as much as he was at his own. Mike was a hot stud just like Daniel at 6’2”175# of solid muscle, he too was 19 and athletic and smart. This story started with Mike about a year ago when he asked me to help him plan a birthday party for Daniel’s 18th birthday, what I didn’t know at the time was his plans for what would become the birthday party then the lockdown birthday bash. The party was scheduled just a couple weeks into the fall semester of the local community college, guest started arriving around 4:30 a mixed crowd of late teen guys and gals, we mingled for a couple hours had appetizers and beverages appropriate for the age range had cake and sang happy birthday to Daniel, opened a few presents then the crowd started to thin, I noticed it was mostly hot guys sticking around, and a few late arrivals, I told Danny and Mike I was bushed and headed up to my room, I could still hear the small remaining crowd downstairs as I relaxed on my bed slowly drifting into a sleepy nap. I had stripped to a tank top and basketball shorts commando as usual as I lay on top of the covers drifting in and out. About a half hour later I felt a weight get on the bed then a pair of hands wraparound me, a pair of lips met mine and began kissing me, my cock began stiffening as a second pair reached under the flimsy material and began stroking my cock. As I opened my eyes to find Mike kissing me, a pair of lips engulfed my throbbing penis, I glanced down to see Daniel with half my cock in his mouth, working it expertly, Mike continued to work my nipples beneath the tank before lifting it over my head as Daniel pulled my shorts down so he could have better access to the jewel that produced him. I looked around and the perimeter of the room was filled with hot young men, bare ass naked watching my boy and his best friend seduce me, many were wanking, others were making out. Daniel began licking my balls and his finger found my manhole and began caressing it, Mike worked down my chest past my nipples realigning his body so I was face to face with his junk I had never even entertained the idea of having sex with my son, his friends maybe, but I thought I had kept that pretty much to myself and the internet porn I watched and here I was presented with the opportunity to suck my sons best friend while he worked my cock and hole. While his friends watched was kinky in my mind, Daniel was beginning to rim my hole as Mike started sucking my cock, it felt like I was dreaming as the over stimulation of my neither regions took over my rational thought. Daniel and mike started making out around my now rigid cock, the Mike scooted up and presented his cock for me to suck as Daniel straddled my torso lowering himself down onto my cock “Daddy you told me to save myself for the right guy, so both Mike and I want you to take our cherries tonight in front of all these witnesses” With that he pressed his virgin ass down onto my cock, taking in my fat mushroom head, his eyes bulged out at the initial shock of pain and tears formed at the corners, he lifted off my cock as a drop of precum dribbled out, I grabbed some lube from the nightstand and handed it to Daniel who applied it to his hole then slid back onto my cock, stretching him wider as he took another inch into his boycunt. He slowly edged himself down my 9 inch shaft, impaling himself on his father’s rock hard cock. I was deep throating Mike as Daniel began riding my cock, I was meeting his downward slides with an upward thrust, fucking into my son as deep as I could go. After about a half hour I blasted my load into my son’s raw hole, somewhat of a first for me as I almost always played safe. Daniel whispered in my ear ”Dad, now that you’ve bred me, can you breed my boyfriend?” With that he pulled off of me and Mike slid down my still hardened phallus. Daniel bending over to let Mike rim his cummy ass. The evening progressed from there to an all-out orgy, the others in the room moving in to join in on the sex. I must have took at least a half dozen loads that night and my boy took just as many, along with his best friend/boyfriend. The others started getting dressed and drifting away around 3 in the morning as my son and Mike cuddled up to me, no longer a need to hide my sexual activities from Daniel, since it was evident that he and Mike would becoming a staple in my activities. I had almost always played safe up until that night with the boys, the exceptions generally with regular fuck buds who I knew to be neg. at the time. While I fantasied about hot bare sex, I was just too scared to take the risk. That all changed after Daniel’s 18th birthday party/orgy, call me a convert but I realized I liked feeling raw cock in my ass as well as sliding my bare tool in some hot stud. I soon set up accounts on BBRT and other bareback sites and soon found I had developed a kinky side, somehow finding my way to breeding zone. It took about six months or so and I started fantasizing about chasing the bug and stopped asking status of the guys I hooked up with, while Daniel and Mike were away. Mike moved in to Daniels room about two months after his birthday party and they would routinely end up sleeping in my bed, with many mornings waking to find them taking turns on my rod as I lay in that state between sleep and being awake, vying to see who could end up with my seed. Not sure but I think they would hack into my computer and spy on dear old dad and his proclivities. Over the next year while they attended community college we would throw sex parties and we would all end up filled with cum. I got to know some of their close friends biblically and almost never ran out of young bucks to fuck and fill with my baby batter, or take their young meat into my holes. One such party was last night, Saturday before Father’s day, it started out as a barbecue with some friends on the deck and soon I was deeply impaled on my son’s cock, followed by Mike’s impressive tool, then about five of their friends filled me up, before allowing me to slide into a hot new blonde twink boy, that they had just met a few weeks ago at school. He was tight, claimed he mostly topped, which I can understand with a 10 inch cock hanging between his legs, he was a moaner when getting plowed and quite vocal when plowing a hole, I think I even heard him proclaim “Take my dirty seed” to one hot red head he was plowing. That just got my juices flowing faster as I pounded his boycunt. I later learned he was just 18 and just a freshmen at the local university. I fucked him for a good 10 minutes before I felt that familiar tingle in my balls and soon filled his guts with my seed, clenching my ass cheeks tightly together to keep my own loads from leaking out. As I blasted his hole I started to remember he was one of the guys who had filled me earlier, I blasted a couple more squirts before pulling out and he swung around and cleaned off my tool then kissed me passionately, winking back as he walked away, later that evening as the boys cuddled with me under the stars, they asked if I had, had fun, I replied yes, and as the final guest left we all cuddled into bed. I awoke late and wandered down to the kitchen, a note was on the table which read "Hey, Dad. Mike and I are heading to the lake for some fun. Feel free to come out and join us. We’ll be at the north beach area. You know where. BTW, Happy Father’s day." Clipped to the note were two pieces of paper, HIV test slips, both about nine months old, one with Danny’s results, and one with Mike's results. Both were poz.

I know your type. Mature male, married but separated from your wife. The pale mark where you used to wear a wedding ring gives you away. She moved out because you told her you thought you might be gay. Found herself a boyfriend who actually likes to fuck her. Smart woman. You finally came to grips with your sexuality. You’re gay. You’ve known the truth for a long time. And now you’re here. I like your type, because you’re eager to serve a real man, to be an instrument for his pleasure. It’s what you’ve always fantasized about. Well, before we’re done, you’re going to get more than you imagined. And I’m you’re type. An Alpha daddy. A pure top. When you fucked your wife, you were faking it. You knew you wanted to be the one with a cock buried deep inside you. I have what you crave. Look at my big dick, with a heavy set of balls that you can already imagine smacking against you with each thrust. That’s right. Keep staring, faggot. I bet your mouth is dry right now. You will call me “Sir.” Only real men get to use my name. You’re not a real man. And to me you will always be “boy.” You don’t deserve a name. As I kiss you, I force my tongue into your mouth. To your surprise, you like the taste of cigar tobacco on my tongue. You’re so refined you would never smoke a cigar. You would look ridiculous. Only real men can handle a cigar. What does belong in your mouth is my cock. Get down on your knees. Go ahead and taste it. I’ll let you go slow at first. Your small hands can barely wrap around my tool. Take more. That’s it. This first time I won’t fuck your throat. That’ll come late, after I’ve broken you in, made you my bitch. Like the sound of that, don’t you? My bitch. I’m going to fuck something else now – your ass. Lie on your back, boy. Ah, that’s a nice hole. Tight and puckered. I’m going to ruin it. I like the way you pull your legs up, back and apart, inviting me. That’s how your wife used to do it, right? It’s such a female thing to do. It comes so naturally to you, doesn’t it? How do you think she’d feel if she saw you right now? I bet that thought makes you hot. A rubber? Yeah, I know I said I’d use one. But I don’t cover myself, boy. Do you want me to stop now? It’s not too late. I didn’t think so. You’re too far into this to quit. This is going to be bareback. I’m going to seed you, boy. You like it when I say that. First, a little lube. That’s it. My fingers feel good inside you, don’t they? I can feel you trembling. You’ve wanted this for so long and now it’s actually about to happen…. Relax, boy. It only hurts and burns at the start. There! I’m in past your anal ring. I love that expression on your face. The pleasure has started. And you’re delighted and so proud that you’ve let a real man take you. I just turned your ass into a cunt. God, you’re so tight, even after all that playing with a dildo. Does it surprise you to hear yourself moaning? Your voice is so high-pitched now. I like it when a boy whimpers. Don’t touch your dick. Let it go soft. Let it flap around as I plow your ass. This is about me, got it? Grab my thick arms with your dainty fingers if you need something to hold on to. UMPHH! UH! I’m close now, boy! Here it comes! OOOOH! OOOOH! I just seeded you, boy. Seeded you good. You’re a good cunt for your daddy. Oh, yeah. One more thing I forgot to mention. I’m positive. You’ve got a big toxic load inside you. You’re welcome.

I would love to be out with a top where he fills my beer bottle with piss. Recycled beer is just great and nobody knows apart from him and I. Cheaper rounds too!

Been patiently waiting for slut daddy Justin’s real son, Jeremy, to enter the picture soon. Nice that Jeremy is scorpion curious.

I do remember my first raw fuck. He was a tourist visiting my country. Met him at a bar and end up back at his hotel. He start fucking me with condom, but the condom split and I just ask him to continue and he breed me twice that night.

Not sure if I posted about it, but recently got seeded by a 63 yo guy with an amazing 8.5 uncut cock. We met at a cheap hotel as he said he was staying with someone. Yesterday he hit me up saying he wanted to seed me again, and he showed his host pics from when we fucked before, and his host wanted to breed me too at his place. His host was a good 7 and cut, probably the same age. 63 yo dumped his load in me first. His host immediately put his cock up me as soon as the first pulled out. I was still in the doggy position, and the 63 yo presented his cock for me to clean while the other fucked me. Don't let stats get in your way of having fun! Both were great fucks!

This happened when I was a college senior. I went to an ABS downtown and hit the booths around 6 pm. A guy around 30 years old was in the booth next to me. He was wearing a suit and tie and had his dick out while stroking it. I motioned him over to give a blow job through the gloryhole. His dick was average and he lasted an average amount of time before I received a mouthful of cum as a reward for my efforts. He zipped up and left. Cut to a few days later when I went for an interview for a real job for my post-graduation life. Of course he was one of the three people on the panel interviewing me. I didn't notice if he was wearing a wedding ring at the ABS, but he definitely was during the interview. And I didn't get the job.

The Prince’s Bathhouse Prince Zaid Rohan let Andy get up from his crabwalk and removed his fist from his ass at the door. “This is my bathhouse play space, slave,” the prince said. And he led Andy briefly around, showing him the areas. He then cleaned Andy out with a deep cleaning enema tool, fucking him hard with the water at a fairly high flow. He then dried Andy off, gave him another ½ gram with a gentle push of his hand inside. He then led Andy to the shower where Andy washed his master’s body while also kissing each body part, ending by worshiping his master hole with his tongue, lapping deep into the Prince’s colon. He then suckled on the prince’s cock until it was hard. The prince fucked him in the shower, without lube, the boys hole so loose that by the time he started to feel it, the princes enormous amount of precum had already slicked the way. The hole was loose, but it also fluttered and clung around his thick ten inches, and he taught the boy how to consciously squeeze his sluthole as the Prince pulled out and to open and blossom his ass on the way in. The prince had been so sexually wired without coming for so long, that he came after only about 20 minutes, spilling his seed and yelling. Still inside the boy, he filled Andy’s hole with piss and slapped the muscle ass as he pulled out. He then walked around and pulled a medium sized buttplug out of a wall closer and plugged the piss inside. He walked the boy over to their room and had him kneel on the bed assup and made the boy suckle and nuzzle on his cock before taking the boy back out to the toilet to let out the piss. The boy was dehydrated—despite all the water and Gatorade the prince had been giving him—and so the boy's hole soaked up most of the liquid as well as all of the Tina. Andy was now very high and was begging for assplay but he also needed to drink some fluid, so the prince made him drink a gatorade while he lightly fisted the boy’s hole. When the boy had drunk two of the Gatorades, the Prince blindfolded the boy for a few minutes. He then rolled the table next to one side of the bed near the little side table. The prince got comfortable on the bed, with a pillow at his back and with the little table with its lubes and the little dorm fridge within easy reach. He then had Andy slide back toward him and arrange himself with his ass slightly raised resting on the prince's legs, and his legs splayed wide. He instructed the boy to remove the blindfold and hand it to him and he tossed it up on the shelf. He then had the boy raise up with his stomach flat and poured in lube. The boy's hole was so loose, he started off with one of the larger toys. He knew that while the boy's hole was super stretched, these toys were very difficult to take. They were not just firm, they were hard, and they demanded that the asshole they were invading conform to their shape. He actually preferred to do this on a boy first, while their hole wasn’t opened, slowly opening it from smallest to biggest. But he would save that for after he’d let the boy’s hole rest and he hadn’t had Tina for a while and the colon was swelling closed. He would use the boy's hole for a while that way, and test the boy's appetite for pain. Picking up the hard long tool—it had flat plates about 1/2 inch thick, their sides slightly rounded. He chose one with all the same sized plates, about 4 inches in diameter. He had ones that went to 10 inches in diameter, but he didn’t want to start there. He needed to see how the boy’s hole responded. As each of the plates slid through a sphincter, the toy required the area of the colon to line up in a straight line. Even Jake, who was absolutely crazy about the experience and pain of these toys—still gave a little gasp or cry every time one went in, especially after the diameter got to around 3 inches. The prince handed the boy some poppers and told him to not use them until he said he could, and that Andy should worship the prince’s feet and bathe between the Prince’s toes with his tongue. He then lugged up the toy with some of the thick fisting cream and popped the first plate into the kids hole. Andy’s gorgeous body reacted immediately, he gave a little gasp and then moaned. The prince first used the plate to push around in the boy's stretched out hole. He then pressed lightly forward and the big plate moved forward and then the second plate entered his hole. “Gently squeeze your hole around this tool, think of it as my hand in you,” the prince said gently, massaging the boy's muscular ass and thighs. After a minute, the prince said, “Now arch your back slightly and then gently push out your asshole, move back and take another ridge. Go very slowly and stop if you feel any resistance at all and tell your Master if you do.” Andy said, “Yes, master,” and did as instructed until he had taken 2 more. The prince stopped him and said, “Be very still , I am going to put my hand in you. Do not be afraid, this is just a part of the process. Just breathe steadily.” When Andy opened his mouth to speak the prince spoke before he could. “For the rest of our play you have my permission to only nod to thank me or say yes Master. You only are required to reply audibly when I say ‘answer me.’ understood slave?” and Andy just nodded his head. The prince lubed up his right hand and then using his left to hold the toy steady he slipped it inside. He wanted to do this because he knew the feeling of Andy’s ass would be incredible and that as he was stretched, this wouldn’t be a problem for him to take, but he also wanted to make sure he knew the exact position of the boys inner ring. Andy enjoyed the fullness and let him slip slowly to the front of the first ridge. He wrapped his hand around it and Andy moaned, enjoying the extra stretch. He then used his fingers to feel for the next chamber, lightly teasing it and estimating how many more rings he would take before opening that hole. He then wrapped his hand around each ring on the way out, stretching Andy’s hole. Fuck, Zaid thought, I am going to do that with every toy we use tonight. He got the toy into the boy to the point where it needed to get through to the second chamber and he gently fucked Andy over and over with it, taking the ridges out of his assring and then pushing back in. Finally he pulled out entirely and sprinkled 1/8 gram in the boy and then let that additional high kick in. He lined the toy up with the angle he’d noted earlier and gently, with medium speed, he pushed the toy until the boy had taken a ring through his second hole while his first took one two. The boy gave a little scream then a deep moan and he felt the toy aligning his asshole in a straight line. The boy had just experienced what he would all night—the toy was structured in such a way that you always felt it in each ring at once. It’s why the Prince loved the versions where the first ridge was smaller and they grew in size because the sub felt the stretch increase in each ring. He leaned forward and kissed the boy’s ass muscle, “That was a good job slave,” he then pushed again another ring popped in. Andy screamed again and hung his head feeling the absolute way the toy, wielded by his master, mastered his hole. He screamed in two short little bursts as the Prince added two more rings. He was panting and sweating and grunting. The prince gave him time to absorb the pain and the thrill of the stretch. He then slipped another 1/8 gram into the boy's hole and quested the toy around, stretching the boy and making sure he was at a good angle. He told Andy to have four big hits of poppers, and as they began to kick in he slowly pushed in the final rings, being mindful of the feedback the shape of the boy's hole was telling him. As soon as the toy was in, the Prince paused until Andy’s was enjoying the stretch and he slowly worked the toy into its base. He left it in, and told Andy to suckle his ass on the big toy. After about ten minutes, he began to play with Andy‘s hole, stretching it and teasing it and holding open and blowing inside. He then slowly started fucking Andy with the big toy, watching him squirm and moan as his holes were constantly stretched, closed around the big ridged ridges, and forced back open by the next. When he got the boy’s hole loosened but not sloppy, able to take the toy at a slow moderate fuck, he pushed the tool in all the way and told and to gently squeeze until he was told not to. He then lubed up the six inch diameter rone. Gently pulling out the 4 inch, he aligned the angle of the 6 inch diameter toy with what he knew of the boy's ass and slowly but sure pushed until he had two ridges past the boy's second ring. Andy cried out and then went completely still as he felt the incredible demands of the bigger toy. He was groaning and moaning, but the prince noticed his cock was now streaming precum. He then told the boy to take four hits, and he pushed the toy home in one gentle push. Andy did yell at that, but he soon rounded his hips and began moving on the invader. The prince used the boy's hole like this for hours, stopping only to have Andy deep throat him or drink a load of piss or to have him drink water or Gatorade, always with one of the toys lodged in his hole. The Prince soon began switching in various shaped balls and eggs, some on strings, some on hard toys. The boy would cry out in pain and ecstasy when the Prince pulled the balls out. He knew the boy found the toys that were rigid to be painful, but he also knew Andy was such a pig slut, he found them thrilling. When he felt the boys hole start to swell shut, he switched back to the 10 inch diameter and slowly fucked it in and out, waiting for Andy to start to twist in pain. When he had been getting more and more uncomfortable, the prince pushed the big toy all the way back in, and said, “Do you like these toys in your hole? Answer me.” “Yes master,” Andy said. The prince continued, “I know you find them painful but you also seem to enjoy the feelings they give you, slave. Answer me.” “ They do hurt, sometimes intensely, but they also fill up and stretch me,” Andy breathed, “And they are such a wild ride when I can open up around them and you fuck me. So it hurts me but it also turns me on, Master.” The Prince smiled and gently removed the toy until just one ring was inside. He pulled out the fisting cream and lubed the toy up heavily. He then took out one of the 1 gram vials of very finely crushed Tina and pressed his finger in and pushed it into a spot on the inside of the first ring. He did this with all the inside surfaces, varying where he did so. Then, he put a few random thumb dots of Tina on the outside of a few rings until it was all gone. Telling the boy to take six hits of poppers, he then pushed the toy moderately quickly into the boy—he wanted to go fast enough that the rings wouldn’t have time to close, as he wanted Tina to penetrate the entire hole. Andy screamed the entire time the toy was rammed to the hilt in his hole, and he kept screaming as the Prince moved the toy around, trying to get all of the tina into the boy as quickly as possible. Andy soon stopped screaming, grunting “fuck” and “damn” as the prince started fucking him gently with it, occasionally making a little cry of pain, trying to make sure that all of the powder on the inside of the ridges was absorbed. The prince then paused, as he wanted the massive dose to do its work. As he saw Andrew start to really become a pig again, arching his back and moaning and panting, he slowly began to move and found the little studhole was open and loose again. He began fucking the hole, not going as fast as previously as he saw the boys hunger grow. He nurtured that hunger, and began pulling the toy just out one ring and leaving it there, the boy would go rigid, unable to move as his insides were stretched. The prince did this over and over again, each time making Andy grunt with pleasure and and pant, “fuck, fuck, fuck” until he released the stretch on the boy’s rings. He did this for a while and then decided he wanted something that would stretch Andy in ways that none of these things could. The boy clearly was open, so why not give his ass something it could chew on? So he gave the boy 1/2 gram and put him in a red jockstrap, a huge string of balls up his ass. He then blindfolded Andy and hung him in the hall outside the bathhouse with heavy ball weights and his tits with heavy weights attached. He allowed his feet to touch the ground but only on his toes. He then went and got the fisting platform and attached the largest ogre to the fuckmachine and brought it back. The toy was a monster—20 inches wide at the top, 25 inches wide at the base, and would enter Andy’s hole 21 inches deep. He then drove the fisting platform over to where Andy was in the hall. When Andy heard him coming, he began to beg to be used and his hole stretched, the tina had made him so hungry again. The Prince moved the machine into position and got Andy’s feet in the boots and strapped in. He then lifted him until he was in a squatting position with the toy under his hole. Andy was again completely without the ability to think of anything but having his hole stretched and tried to lower himself. The Prince slapped him, and said “I was pleased with how well you took those other toys, slave. I especially like the way you seem to enjoy the stretching and pain of my collection of stiff tools. I am going to special order some much bigger ones so you can experience that more.” Andy just smiled, and managed, half out of his mind, “Thank you, master, thank you for stretching me.” The Prince began to slowly lower Andy down. As the big tool breached his hole, the stretch beyond belief he groaned and immediately the flow of liquids out of his penis increased. The prince kept the toy going into the boy's hole until he did a total body freeze, feeling penetrated to his core, his mouth open into a silent howl.. He then gave the boy another inch, Andy panting and giving little groans and he stopped the stretch. The prince was pleased to see the toy was only half way in—part of the point of this exercise was that he, the Prince, had been getting bored because the boy's hole was too open and the tools he had brought into play—while monstrous in size—weren’t enough. He marveled at the ability of such small men to take so much. Some of the smallest twinks and thick little bear cubs he had used could accommodate much more than much taller men. He also marveled at how much Andy had already started enjoying the stretch. Mindful that this part of the evening was supposed to involve pain, he immediately gave another inch to the boy. Andy’s hole was stretched very wide. He was growling and grunting, and feeling the enormous stretch all up his hole. Just as he started to adjust, the prince gave him 1/2 inch more. He then paused, and circled the boy, admiring the stretched out hole and the gorgeous muscles straining. He gave the boy time—something he didn’t always do, but the boy had taken A LOT—and when he saw the hunger build, he gave the boy another 2 inches, very slowly lowering him down. Andrew screamed then, feeling like his hole was going to be torn apart, but his cock, despite all the Tina, got rock hard. The prince reached out and began jacking the big meat as Andrew yelled, grunted, and chanted “fuck, fuck, fuck.” It took 20 minutes before his ass learned to accept the stretch. Even then, his entire body was shaking and sweat was pouring off of him. The prince came up to him, and smiled darkly, “Do you like my stretch, slave. Answer me.” “Oh god yes, master, thank you,” Andrew replied, his eyes shining darkly. The prince circled the boy, and began running his fingers along the hole, questing for a spot to slip in a finger. He found one by a ridge and sent his finger up. Andrew ground and began bucking, and as he experienced a rocking anal orgasm the Prince shifted first one finger then two next to the huge dildo and began to play with the boys hole. Andrew orgasmed, spasming around the huge toy for several minutes. The prince slipped his finger out, and then deposited 1/4 gram in the boy. Seeing that take effect he gave the boy another inch. Andy did cry out, and he briefly froze, but he was much faster to accommodate the toy. The prince moved the upper platform up slowly, the boy's hole prolapsing out around the toy as it left his hole. Rohan then set the toy to fuck the boy very slowly for ten minutes at exactly the depth he taken already and 10 minutes with another 1/4 and then 10 minutes at an increasing intensity and speed followed by another 10 of slow fucking. He watched the boy struggle at first but then his overriding pig love of assfucking took over. Knowing he’d been fine, the prince returned to his room, set an alarm for 30 minutes and lay down to rest—he knew he wouldn't sleep, but he could close his eyes and just drift and relax. When he returned to Andy, he could see the boy was lost in lust and would take the big fuck for hours if he left him. He stopped the machine with the boy impaled and quested around his ass, realizing his fingers slipped in easily. He gave the boy another 1/4–he didn’t care if he was fried—and then let another 1 inch into the boy. Andy just moaned and leaned into the stretch. The prince gave the boy another inch and then he was wide awake, aware of the stretch, rigid and moaning. The prince went up to the boy and grabbed him by the throat and kissed him roughly. The boy was almost completely overtaken by lust and his buttpig soul. The prince began nipping at his neck, suddenly turned on by just how much of a pig the boy was. He bent and removed the titclamps and began biting the boy's sore nipples, as he did so the boy had a massive anal orgasm and actually came. His big cock rock hard and squirting up. The prince captured the seed with his hand and fed it to the boy, the boy licking it as he quivered and gasped. The anal orgasm had settled Andy down onto the toy, and the Prince decided to claim more of the boy's hole with the big toy. He let the toy out just a few inches, and the boy started pushing down, missing the intense stretch. He knew the boy was gone, but he gave him another half and then gave the boy another two inches of the toy. The boy went silent for a second, then went nuts, sucking on the giant toy with his hole. The prince gave the boy another inch,and again he just moaned and tried to fuck himself. The prince was ambivalent. He was feeling ready to be more intimate with the boy, but he was also always eager to see an ass stretched to its limit. So he gave the boy two more inches. This had an impact. Andy went utterly silent, then howled as the stretch was absorbed. The prince then cruelly gave him another 1/2 inch and watched the boy groan, struggle, quiver and moan. He then set the machine to fuck the boy very slowly, and to stay at the current depth for five minutes, then to quest deeper by 1/4 for five minutes, then another 1/4 for five minutes. Then to stay at the current depth for five minutes, then start again. This meant that Andy would take 1 inch every hour. This has the impact the Prince sought. Andy was now not able to just loose himself in the fuck. He was constantly being challenged. At first he struggled and whined, but the prince wanted to see him suffer, so he gave him no poppers. This was intended to be a punishment, to make him feel the Prince’s power deep in his hole. After the first hour, the prince sped the machine up at the newly claimed depth for five minutes, giving Andy a moderately fast fuck, which was then followed by a slow pounding to claim another ½ inch. By this point, Andy was in another reality, his whole world compressed to the giant thing invading his hole. The Prince stood in front of Andy, roughly kissing him and tweaking his nipples or tugging on his balls. He then waited until the toy was lodged deep at the depth he’d been fucked at most recently, and he stopped the machine. When Andy took a big breath, he slowly began driving the hole into the boy's hole. Andy started screaming at 1/2 inch, so the prince stopped it at 3/4. Andy immediately started begging between groans, “I am sorry Master, it’s too much, I can’t, please sir.” The Prince smiled, “Are you saying you can’t take anymore of this toy or anymore assplay?” Andy was grunting, moaning and panting again, “This toy, it’s too big master, I can’t take more,” The Prince held the boy there, watching his body tremble and stroking his now rock hard cock. Satisfied the boy was telling the truth, he removed 1/4 inch, carefully watching the boy. When it was clear Andy wasn’t going to be able to settle, his muscles still too stretched, the prince took away another 1/4. Even though the boy was still 1/4 inch deeper than he had been taking for a while, he settled. Andy was moaning and muttering “fuck, fuck, fuck” the Prince watched the boy’s hole relax around the monster toy. “Someday I will train you to take that for hours, and your ass will be used to my whims to be aggressive,” the prince promised, “But that’s for another day.” Finally, he thought, I’ve got him where I can start bringing him down and we can move to the next stage. Then he grinned, thinking that he wasn’t complaining about how much the boy had taken. The kid was like barely 22? What a natural pig he’d found. He got the boy off the dildo, Andy as wobbly as a newborn colt, the intensity of that fuck having taxed him. The Prince gently led him to their room and had him set up next to him, with his upper body snuggled up to his. He made him drink a couple of Gatorades and a bottle of water and let the boy just relax. At first he had a faraway expression on his face, but within 15 minutes or so he started to revive. He more actively started to nuzzle, lightly worshiping the Prince’s body. The prince scooted his own hand down and gently entered the boy’s asshole, Andy arching his back with need. “Good slave, I am glad you are still a little hungry,” the prince said, “But I think you need another twenty minutes of rest and you should have another bottle of water. Let’s just enjoy the feeling of our bodies together, you just lay calmly.” Andy lay there, doing a fairly good job of being still, but the Prince could see his ass occasionally moving, his hunger growing. As the mandated rest period ended, Zaid began to make love to Andy. He had never done this before—the boy had clearly wanted rough fucking from the beginning. But the prince knew that showing this side of himself would preview those parts of the boy's future life that wouldn’t be so demanding, requiring such total submission. They made out, the Prince still being demanding with his tongue, but his touch was gentle. He whispered praise in Andy’s ears, telling him he was proud of him for being such a good boy and suffering so beautifully, tellíng him how perfect and beautiful he was. “Tell me what you're thinking, slave,” the Prince said, his handsome face inches from Andy’s. “I am thinking about how much I like giving myself to you,” Andy said, his eyes slightly shiny with emotion. The Prince, overcome with passion, climbed on top of the beautiful body, and pushed Andy’s legs back. Suspended above the boy for maximum penetration, he slid his 10 inch cock, bursting with desire, into the boy. He started of gently, trying to observe if the boy was sore, but Andy opened his legs wide and begged the Prince to fuck him. The Prince had one of his best fucks of his life, finding the boy to be like a new discovery. Somehow those few moments of intimacy had made him feel something new about the boy. Andy’s muscular arms were clutching his ass, trying to push more of the princes cock inside him, his eyes were locked on the prince’s eyes, he was begging him softly “Please master, please take me, give me your seed, please I need you inside me forever,” Suddenly the world went white and the Prince came and came and came grunting and yelling. After he had fucked the boy, he stayed in him. The Prince stared at the boy, wondering why he was wanting to continue to offer this boy tenderness. he’d just met the boy, and he was already feeling things about him he’d refused or been able to feel about his faithful boy Jake. Jake had asked for tenderness, well, really love, at first silently and then with his voice, begging the prince to show him he cared for Jake's wellbeing not just because he saw him as valuable sexual property but because he cared. The Prince didn’t know if he loved Andy—he felt the circumstances of his life had made him incapable of love—but he knew he cared for the boy. Somehow, he already cared and wanted him for more than just his ability to be a fucking sex-slave trooper in the dungeon. Coming out of this post-orgasm daydream, the Prince felt the boy's ass suckling on his rock hard cock. The Prince smiled, and playfully slapped the boy's chest. He bent down and lightly bit one of the boys nipples, hard and aroused and red from abuse, he then kissed his way up the boy, gently fucking the boy, marveling again at how wonderful the boys hole was. “Beautiful little man, beautiful little slave,” the prince said, Andy arched his back up, moaning, and relished the caress, his hole opening underneath the Prince's big cock with each of those words. “Is your ass hungry for your cock or my fist, buttslave?” the Prince demanded, his face hardening with passion. Andy looked at him with a face of absolute desire, as if mesmerized by the older man’s energy, “Both please sir, cock, fist, whatever you want, please sir.” Hearing the boy’s words and seeing his face with that hunger for him drove the Prince to fuck the boy hard, at first facing him, then taking him from behind bent with his arms on the shelf, the prince laying on the bed with the boy riding him, finally, he put the boy back on that incomparable muscle back again and fucked him while feasting on the boys muscles, his shoulder, his pecs, his biceps, lightly biting and licking with an overarching desire to posses, to own, and to care for. Finally the prince lost control and spasmed into another mind-blowing orgasm, at the same Andy, his cock still shrunk from Tina, started squirting out of his own cock and having an anal orgasm around the prince ‘s big cock sawing inside his hole. The boy started softly and quietly begging his Master Rohan to fist him, telling him he wanted to feel his master possess him again from the inside. So the prince filled the boy with a huge load of piss, the boy lying on his back and the prince making out with him the whole time. As the warm tingly liquid began to fill him Andy began to moan, kissing the prince more passionately, begging to be taken and used. When he was finished, the prince reached up on the shelf and chose a medium plug and gently slid it in. He got the boy up and had him kneel with his ass high and his chest flat against the tiles in the shower and cleaning area. He then went to a cabinet and got a funnel with a tube attached and went to pick up the bucket he’d had the boy piss in since they entered the bathhouse. Returning to the boy, now starting to quiver and quake in hunger, he pushed the small rubber hose around the big buttplug and pushed until it was deep in the boy. Then he slowly began to pour the boy's own piss in as well, filling and stretching his hole. When Andy began to groan as the water stretched him the Prince had him take several huffs of poppers and he was able to take it all. The Prince removed the tubing, and began to gently play with the boy's hole around the plug, slowly working in first one, then two, then three fingers. He kept the pace very slow—he didn’t want to regignite any animal need within the boy for hard fucking—he just wanted the worked-out ass to have a gentle water stretch, albeit a stretch with a prime ingredient sure to make Andy’s ass feel needy. The prince was finally able to slowly insert his entire hand around the plug, and he began to move the plug around gently, using circular motions to stretch Andy’s assring and outer chamber. Satisfied the muscles in the boys ass could still handle some level of lateral stretch he began to gently fuck the boy. He used the combination of his wrist and the Burt plug, lodged in the boy to push the water deeper, gently, making the chempiss make gentle stretching waves, reclaiming and gently reopening the entire colon. The prince, usually so fastidious, could care less about the piss dripping and occasionally squirting from the boy’s ass. Andy was really getting into this, opening out his hips and pushing back, so the prince gently pulsed a little more, keeping the tempo very slow. The prince stopped with just the thinnest part of his wrist in the boy’s hole, and he held two fingers of his other hand to gently open an opening—around the size of the rubber tube he used earlier around the plug—and had Andy gently push. At the prince’s command Andy pushed six times, and each time he did piss squirted out. Satisfied enough pressure had been released, the prince gently pulled the butt plug back into position with his hand deeper inside. He then made a loose fist and began to fist the hole full of piss, pushing the water more intently in and out, fucking the boys inside with a wave of chempiss slowly and gently. Andy was lost in a haze of pleasure, his outer hole stretching as more and more of the thicker part of the prince's arm entered him. The prince then pulled back, and used his free hand to create a space around his wrist, using his thumb and first two fingers to hold the boy open and his third and fourth, coated in thick fisting cream bore two shards in the liquid. The prince was careful to insert the shards towards his arm, so that they would dissolve in the watery piss rather than directly into the boy's bloodstream through his ass. He meant to start a gentle fire—neither he or the boy had the energy for another inferno of lust to burn between them. Satisfied he’d made sure the piss would continue its work of keeping the ovens of Andy’s ass going, the prince commanded quietly, “Do some poppers and breathe, slave, big stretch while the buttplug comes out.” Andy breathed and groaned as the widest part of the buttplug slipped out, but he seemed to enjoy the extra stretch. The prince balled his fist inside Andy’s ass and began to slowly fist, opening the boys assring with his other hand to let some of the pressure out. After several minutes of this Andy was in heat again, the prince slowed down the fuck, his free hand stroking Andy’s ass and torso. He then made a small, folded fist. “Breathe deep and do some poppers, slave,” the prince said, “Let me explore deep inside you, accept my hand and let me have you with my passion.” He then gently entered the second ring. Several hours later, Andy’s muscular thighs were spread wide across the Rohan’s tawny skin, the boy’s cock—semi hard now that the drugs were starting to wear off— drizzled a constant tiny stream of precum onto the bedsheets and the prince’s hard cock. The prince slathered his cock with the little man’s precum every time he fucked the perfect muscle ass—even though Andy hole was already slick with lube—because it really turned Andy on to watch the prince standing between his creamy legs and jacking his big tawny prick while caressing and milking precum out of the boy’s uncut meat. They’d been playing at low simmer for almost three hours now. He fisted the boy for about 1/2 hour, and even though he knew the boy wanted more, the boy’s insides were getting sore. It was time to insist on slowing things down. Since then he’d had the boy in several positions, using the various hard straight dildos in his collection. He had gone extremely slow, but Andy clearly relished the little ping of pain as each one entered his hole. He’d give a groan, but within minutes would be asking for more. They had started with the thickest and widest set of ridges, but it had only gone a few rings past his second sphincter. The prince knew the boy couldn’t take it anymore, so he just played to that depth for a few minutes before sizing done, each time slowly, slowly sliding the toy in and out of his hole, ridge by ridge, ball by ball, egg by egg. They moved slowly down in size as more of the boy’s inner hole shut down. Andy was still hungry—and the prince knew if he fisted another gram or even 1/2 gram the boy would open up—but it was time for this particular wild playtime to end. The Prince fed Andy’s hunger by fucking him for 15 minutes here and there, always distributing a little chempiss inside while he fucked him. He knew his wasn’t as potent as the boy’s own, but it kept the boys hole simmering. As with many true buttpigs, Andy’s outer hole stayed looser and much more needy for a lot longer and his assring could still take more stretch. So the Prince started putting thin ribbed dildos deep and then gently stretching his outer hole with very pliable, spongy tools, sliding them in slowly and moving them around gently and moving the deeper tool around with it. The Prince felt Andy’s cock getting steadily harder as the drugs wore off. The boy’s assring was swollen as a donut, and beneath the narrow waist it looked much larger and more obscene than it would on a bigger body. Right now a thick blunt, spongy toy stuck about 1/2 out of the boy's hole because it filled his whole outer chamber and it was not going deeper. Deeper, the Prince had pushed in small egg shaped balls on a string. Once the first one slid in the second ring, he’d trained Andy to suck them in with his own ass muscles. This had worked somewhat but he still needed gentle pushes from the prince's hand up his hole to get them in. The prince had wrapped the rest of the balls around the big tool, as has he gently moved it around inside the boy the eggs moved and tugged and pushed—so, so slowly—deep inside the boy. The Prince decided after about another 1/2 hour that it was probably a point where he could get the boy to admit he was getting tired and that they should move on. He wasn’t really concerned if the kid was ready to be done—he was in charge and knew better than Andy did about how long one bottom could go—but he also wanted to make everything seem natural. He knew that when he controlled the boys life—especially whether going to work was more important or whether fulfilling the Princes every sexual whim was more important—then he might have continued things. But he didn’t yet have the boy and he also didn’t want to have to drag out the recovery longer. He knew that there was always a price to pay in exhaustion and some depression to ride out after a long, intense, session fueled by substances. The Prince gently eased the big spongy tool out of Andy, allowing the tool to pull the balls out slowly. He did it carefully but he was also hoping any discomfort the little eggs caused popping out would register and help Andy get more in tune with his body. He admired the big, loose hole, hanging open and the big puffy lips that were his handwork. He got up on his knees, leaving Andy’s legs spread wide in the bed and he slipped his big cock inside the boy. He marveled, as always, at the velvet heat and special feel of a well-used asshole. The boy’s ass clutched and quivered around his big cock, it felt like Andy was giving him a handjob with chamois cloth. The prince bent at the waist and supporting himself with his right side elbow, he used his strong left arm to grab the boy under his shoulder up across the boy's left pec to encircle his neck. He then brought the both of them slightly up, increasing the arch of the boys back. Prince Zaid started pounding Andy’s hole with wild passion. Andy was grunting and constantly crying out “Oh god you feel so good, so good, so good inside me master.” The Prince went wild, then, kissing and biting the boys neck chewing on his ear. “You like your master’s cock taking your boypussy, slave,” the Prince whispered over and over. “Yes, please, thank you master, fuck me,” became Andy’s chant. Finally, as the Prince held the boy tight against his chest, stretching the arch of the boy’s back like a harp he started yet another blinding orgasm. The minute the hot pellets of cum started squrting deep in his hole, Andy’s own cock, rock hard from the sensual fuck and it’s constant rubbing on the sheets exploded too. Both men started laughing, the joy of all that sexual release hitting them both at the same time. The Prince and Andy lay on the bed, panting, Andy now splayed on top of the older man, his creamy thighs nestled inside the tawny brown of the Prince. The prince’s cock remained firmly inside Andy’s ass. After just seconds, the Prince was caressing and feeling the boy's muscles, lightly pinching his nipples roaming as far up and down as he could without losing the connection of cock-to-asshole that was his whole body’s focus. Andy too, was focused on the way his ass felt, the cock still semi hard and so still a large presence inside his increasingly tender ass. He gentled wiggled and writhed, feeling up and down the Prince’s lean muscles when he could get access to them, at other times just enjoying the feeling of his back resting against the hard abs and the hard chest his head rested against. “I think, beautiful slave, that your hole is done for now,” the Prince whispered in the boys ear, “I could give you another gram of Tina and you’d open up your little boypussy for me like the little slut you are again—and someday I hope to do that with you—but I think it’s time we both got some rest and we recover.” Andy smiled, and nuzzled his head back against the older man, “Yes master I understand, I am getting sore I’m sorry, sir.” The Prince kissed him firmly on the top of the head, “Our bodies need always rest, little slave. If we went even another four hours, it would just mean more rest before regular life could resume again.” The Prince continued, “This is why I only do this drug a few times a year. I cannot stay away from my responsibilities to my businesses more than I do.” The Prince reluctantly pulled his cock out of Andy’s incredible hole, and easily flipped the boy around, his face cradle below his own. Andy started rubbing his still rock hard cock on the taller man’s stomach as he and the Prince started making out. The Prince couldn’t resist and his fingers ended up inside the boy's hole. He so wanted to slide his fist back in, but he restrained himself and just fluttered and carressed, occasionally pulling the hole open. This went on far longer than the Prince intended—maybe 30 minutes—but finally he decided to gentle the boy down. Taking Andy’s small perfect face in his own, the Prince said, “Plenty of time for that upstairs, after we’ve had a shower and a little food, my beautiful slave.” “And upstairs we will be in a huge comfy bed with the highest thread count Italian bedding, no disco music thobing, and soothing light,” the Prince continued, “So how about we do all of our fucking from now on on something nicer than rubber sheets?” “I of course am yours to command, master, but more of you inside me on Italian sheets sounds great to me,” Andy said, smiling.

Part 5 Like he read my mind he grabs his cock away from me, starts stroking slowly and says, “who owns your white sissy pussy?” I look him in the eye, “you own it, sir. when will you take what’s yours?” As I finish the question, I am hit with 2 big blasts of warm cum right in my face as Marcus roars and shoves his cock in my open mouth. Both my hands grab his cock and huge balls. His cock head is in my mouth and I’m swallowing his cum as it floods my mouth. He grabs my head and holds it tight. My left hand is stroking up his cock, milking him and bringing me more of his sweet cum as my right hand rubs and squeezes every drop from his balls. “Tomorrow night, Jamie. You pack all your girlie stuff in a big bag and we’ll pick you up at 7. We’ll drop you back three days later. Eat when you get home and nothing more. Be cleaned out and no body hair at 7.” “Wait, you don’t know where I live. And I think I have some questions…” I say with no conviction and his cum on my face. “No questions. I ask the questions. Now, who owns that white pussy?” He is starting to sound angry so I go along just to get out of this current situation. “You do, sir.” I look in the backseat for a towel to wipe my face as Marcus puts his big cock back in his pants. “Leave that cum on your whore face, Jamie. You can wash it off in the shower while you play with your little white clitty. I marked you with my seed, bitch, so show some respect.” “Yessir. Thank you.” He smirks arrogantly. “We gonna have fun with you, Jamie. I gotta think about it but ima find a niche for you. You old but we’ll see how you look after one a my girls gets you all whored up tomorrow.” I drive him a few blocks over and he directs me to the driveway of a very big house. He holds his phone up and there’s a picture of my condo’s front door. “Seven o’clock, sissy. Your world changes tomorrow.” I drive home as my mind spins out of control. I pull into a gas station just to catch my breath and regroup. What the fuck just happened? I mean, I have a few BBC fantasies…who doesn’t…but I never imagined I would ever agree to the things I had just said to Marcus. It was that hash! What the fuck was that? After those big hits I took, I completely changed. Fuck. What am I going to do? My phone dings and I open up messages. It’s from Marcus. How did he get my number? “I changed my mind, sissy. I want you to put all that cum in your mouth. Right now. Send me a pic with your mouth full. Now!” I’m thinking “Fuck you!” but I’m looking in the mirror as my fingers gather his cum for me to lick off. Once I have it all in, I open my mouth, take a selfie and send it to Marcus. “Good girl. Now keep it in your mouth until I text you.” I should be grossed out but I swish it around in my mouth as I drive the 5 miles back to my condo. Luckily, I don’t see any neighbors on my walk of shame. Jeans still wet from my hands-free orgasm, streaks of cum on my face and my mouth full of a black man’s cum. I get undressed and turn the shower on. I get a text from Marcus, “Show me.” I take a selfie to show him his cum. “Now put two fingers in your mouth and scoop up my cum, bitch. Then put my cum in your pussy and fuck yourself on that plug. When you nut thinking about my cock, swallow the rest of it, you sissy slut.” I’m so fucking horny just reading his text and imagining him instructing me in that voice, that I cum as soon as I shove my fingers in my ass. I mean pussy. His pussy.

Part 2 Three nights later, I need to meet my bookie at the bar as I did surprisingly well on the Final Four. I did an edible a couple hours before so I’m feeling nice and mellow in my pink lace crotchless panties. My new, bigger butt plug arrived today and I had to go slow getting it in. It vibrates and has a remote control. I had it on low in the truck driving here. I think it’s too loud so too risky for the bar. What a way for one of my friends to catch me! No way! So I leave the remote in the truck. I stand the whole time I’m settling up with the bookie. When he leaves, and if nobody is around, I plan to sit down hard on the closest bar stool and ride the thrill of my secret. We do a shot for good luck and he heads out. I look around and see that nobody is around the stool next to me so I back up and drop all my weight on my butt and WOW, I’ve never had anything that deep inside me! It takes my breath away and I look down to gather myself. I take a couple recovery deep breaths and look up to see that tall black guy walk into the bar and directly over to me. I look away quickly thinking it’s just really bad timing but fuck…he’s soon standing right next to me. I stand up as I’m paying my tab and he says, “Yo, get us some shots”. Me: “I’m leaving now. Maybe next time.” He leans his head close to mine and says in my ear “I’m going to give you what you want, bitch.”

Saying that a man is only and exactly what he says he is, because nobody gets to label him, is nonsense. If a bird calls itself an eagle, but has webbed feet and a bill, it’s not an eagle, even if it firmly believes it is. This ‘straight’ guy does not do ‘straight’ things - he does homosexual things. He fucks males, and ejaculates into them. ‘Straight’ men, by definition, do not engage in this behavior, therefore, he is not ‘straight’. In a world where sexuality had no labels, or categories, or judgments, ‘Any hole will do’ would go without saying - it would simply be the way of things, and nobody would think anything of it. In this world, ’Any hole will do’ is just a handy excuse for denial, a lot like ‘I was drunk’. Both are used as cover to allow the guy to attempt to credibly wear a ‘straight’ mask to cover his gay or bi reality. Suggesting that a guy is ‘straight’ because he has convinced himself he’s ‘straight’ and believes he’s ‘straight’ ignores the ubiquitous ability of the human brain to accept untruth as a coping mechanism, and allow him to exist outside the category he thinks he’s supposed to occupy. You may note that throughout this post I’ve placed ‘straight’ in quotes, because science from Kinsey forward has demonstrated convincingly that human sexuality is a spectrum, and that true, absolute ‘straightness’ is on an extreme end, opposite true, absolute ‘gayness’. Everything in between is some combination of the two. For that reason, the labels are largely pointless anyway, but overlaying a label of ‘straight’ over three-quarters of the spectrum immediately illustrates that a significant percentage of the eagles are ducks calling themselves eagles. You guys who say you’re not hung up on labels - fine, and good for you. Frankly, it would be a better world if nobody was categorized at all. But if you don’t go by labels, then you aren’t in a position to say what the labels do or don’t mean for those who do use them. If the label is to be used, no, the dude the OP is asking about is not ‘straight’. Men who fuck men are not ‘straight’. They simply do not acknowledge or accept their actual nature.

I totally agree! If his brain is wired for women and prefers pussy but, any hole is a goal then he sounds like a typical red blooded straight guy! I think it's a generational thing too. Younger men have the internet, exposed to porn more, homosexuality is talked about in the open, and I think straight men are getting more comfortable in their skin and willing to open up to get a nut! Look, woman have been open to having sex with each other and have never been locked in a box of being straight or lesbian. They are labeled on what they say they are. Men are catching up.

Just really depending which part of Tiergarten you're cruising in (and this is at mostly all weather conditions). The hot spot nowadays are the table tennis plates beneath Altonaer st, and my experience says that there's lot of action also around midnight and shortly after, then it slows down till the guys stroll off the bars and get rid of any kind of princess behaviour to get bred by every guy who is willing to dump his load in them. Five ot six loads within less than an hour is a normal quota when place is busy, with good luck even more. Hint for vour first visit: Don't take any valuables with you that you don't need, also don't deposit them in a car there, it would be AYOR - even if police (who are sensualized about the nightly 'traffic') is patrolling there. We would like you to have nice encounters and see you again there!

I love eating and fucking swollen ass lips. Absolutely love getting my tongue in there before I fuck, during a fuck and after a fuck. I also have a couple of buddies who love ass play, stretching a hole and loading it up. I am a HUGE fan of swollen lips

"look at you! giving up that pussy like a good boy should. I knew you could do it fuckstick." Corbin cheered the boy as he continued to open him, occasionally glancing up to appreciate his work. The mirror, some cheap dorm room accesory picked up ages ago, was perhaps the best accessory to the evening. a fifteen dollar constant reminder for every straight man who found themselves in the sling that their purpose was to serve as a greased cumhole. "can you see it fuckstick?" he remarked slowly as he dragged the length of his tool out of the dripping wet boy. Connor watched the boys shiny cockring as it slipped from his asshole and hovered above him, only registering the emptiness he felt and the cool air on his wet hole. "look up baby...look at your hole. isnt that neat? my whole dick fits up inside you where it belongs now fuckstick, and this pretty cock? its greasing you up full of my pre. here, watch it fillllll you up..." Corbin teased as he effortlessly slid back into the warmth of the boys virgin hole, grinning as he watched him softly grunt. "Thats the way. you feel me dont you, feel it deep in you..I know it doesnt feel like youre doing a whole lot but trust me that naughty little cunt is. youre making my cock feel so fucking good." Corbins words seem to drip in the boys ears as he rocked along, obediently accepting the hot cock. "the first time so special fuckstick. a little different, a little scary i know, but before you know it i promise that litte holes going to be your most favorite thing in the whole wide world." Collins mind wandered. this was it? this is all he wanted? he felt for sure there was something else he wasnt aware of as his ass met the boys hips again and again. he felt pleasantly full, like a thanksgiving dinner, only more? the drugs made it impossible to focus on any complex emotion or opinion other than the immediate sensations. his butt felt slick from all the lube, and for a minute he forgot why any of this was important at all. Corbin seemed to speed up and slow down at his own pace, sending the occasional tingle through his own cock as he mashed into his g spot. he huffed as the toned pigs balls slapped harder at his ass, but the dick inside him didnt seem to so much as pinch, it just pushed deeper. Corbins dick felt like it belonged, like a secret, evil little toy that tickled his insides. "god i could rape this hole all night fuckstick...wouldnt that be nice? spend the whole night with just me inside? just me and you and your little pussy sucking the jizz right out of me" he remarked, checking his watch, "but like I said we have a schedule and lots more cock needs to breed you." Corbin picked up his pace again as his balls tightened. "bread?" Connor grunted aimlessly as the boy between his legs let out a chuckle. "no fuckstick not bread, breeeeeeeed..." he moaned, "you dont know what that is i guess so ill spell it out because im real close to showing you. You lay here all nice and dreamy while that greasy little fuck hole milks a big hot load of cum out of whatever cocks inside it." corbin looked down in concern. "just...fucking...watch..." Corbin grit his teeth and made a few final thrusts before pressing tightly to the boys soft ass. throwing his head back, he groaned in satisfaction as his cock began its familiar dance, pumping the boy full of his first deep hot load of seed. "thats..." Corbin huffed, catching his breath, "thats...just perfect. see? thats breeding, thats what youre here for fuckstick, just a nice pretty asshole to drain your balls into." Connor felt the thick cock inside him as it seemed to slip just a little easier now with so much cum in his butt. "god youre fucking greedy." he hissed, jamming a finger into the boy and wiggling, "come on, come on, at least let me see a little bit drip out of you..." Corbin smiled, yanking his finger out as a milky white ooze reluctantly seeped from the hole. "such a beautiful little fucking whore you know that? god its like your pussy knows to keep that cum inside..." connor blushed in response, not sure if he was doing something wrong or right as stared at his own ass. Another eternity passed before a hand waved in front of his face. "hey there litte guy.." It was the redhead from upstairs "dont mind me, just need to take a few pretty pictures to show the party guests..." Connor stared blankly as the teen snapped pictures of his face and dribbling cock, "Corbin did you barefuck him?" the teen kneeled down to photograph the boys freshly fucked hole a few times. "sure did. his pussys got seed in it but hes not exactly oozing it. fucking slut." the pig smiled, "your turn isnt it?" he groped the redhead through his shorts, "I gotta finish this post..." the boy protested as Corbin slid the phone from his hand and lined him up between Connors legs. "plenty of time for that later. dont fight it, take care of this firrrrst...i promise this one is fantastic" the redheads cock was now visibly thickening to the touch, tenting in his shorts as he grumbled. "fine." the pig smiled with glee as he leaned in to his prey, "Connor this is Dalton, hes got a nice big eighteen year old cock that he strokes all day long, but todays special because hes about to push it inside you instead. sound fun? a nice big load of...teen..." Corbin cringed and paused as Dalton finished rolling on a long green condom before pushing his cockhead against the boy. "ugh, kids. you know, you really know how to ruin a good time young man." Corbin scolded as the condomed teen slid into connor. "its safer this way besides i dont want your cum all over my dick you fucking pig" Dalton shot back as he found a rhythm and connor moaned under him. Corbin glared as he fished through his bag again. "fine then!" he grinned, walking past the couple before pausing behind Dalton, "but he DOES feel really good though doesnt he? no fibbing now..." Dalton grunted as he slid his shorts down a little lower, "yeah, this ones tight.." Dalton remarked as though Connor didnt even exist. "yeah he is. hey here, let me help you make it feel better..." corbin pushed the little brown bottle of poppers under the inexperienced teens nose as he recoiled, "ugh ew what the fuck is that..i dont want to do anything tonight." continuing to apply pressure, Corbin held the bottle to the squirming boys face, "relax its just a little pick me up, makes you feel good you know? just breathe..." Corbin waited for him to tentatively inhale before pulling the bottle back, "oh...whoa...dizzy" Dalton wobbled as corbin gave a laugh, "thats it! there...keep fucking him it'll pass..." Corbin held the boy closer as the poppers clearly had their intended effect: dalton was now stroking faster into the connor, "that a boy! let me hear those balls slap...breathe it for me again.." Corbin whispered, returning the bottle to the teen again and again to ever less protest until he could barely stand. "its so good isnt it?" Corbin didnt wait for an answer before gently wrapping his hands around Daltons hips, "pull it out and ill make it feel even better, promise..." Corbins tattooed hands directed the boys hips in protest as his cock slid out. "dont....i wanna fuuuuck." Dalton protested as corbins hand slid around the teens shaft, "its okay youll fuck dont worry, just relax already. let me jerk it..." Corbin slowly and methodically stroked the boy, inching the condom up his shaft "look at that big pretty cock...so wet and yummy....lets see the rest of it..." corbin pushed the last little ring of latex off the head of the teens dripping prick. "stop it..." dalton grumbled, reaching for the greasy rubber on the floor before he was abruptly stopped, "sshh, its okay its okay, here comes mister feel good, nice big breath for me..." Corbin sang into the boys ear as he obediently inhaled the poppers, "there ya go lets make those big juicy balls bounce." As he worked the boys shaft he leaned in, each hit of poppers slowly pushing him closer to the tight hot hole in front of him until at last the boys mushroom tip leaked and oozed against Connors unprotected hole. "back inside now, give him your cock..." Dalton needed no coaching, with a head full of poppers and a firm tug from Corbin his dick slowly vanished into the hot cunt for what looked like the most deliciously sensual fuck he had seen in a long time. two or three pumps later betrayed the boys youth as he gasped, "i gotta pull it out im gonna cum!" Corbin grabbed the boys shoulders and humping against him pushed Dalton over the edge with a long groan as he struggled against Connors ass. "theeeerre we go thats a good boy, pump it all out now, cream that pretty hole nice and deep." satisfied the teen had managed to dump every drop into Corbins new litle toy he stepped back and watched as the redhead pulled out with a plop and a warm ooze of jizz. "youre a dick Corbin." The pig just smiled and returned to the couch, "feel free to dump another load in him later tonight when you get hard again."

So I’d really appreciate your insight and ideas with something I’m struggling with right now. I’m a regular guy, good job, house, partner of 15 years. Loads going for me you might say. My partner and I have been open for a few years and I was cheating way before that. I was always safe, obsessively so. If I ever had a broken condom or something I’d get pep and take it a month etc. I was paranoid about getting HIV. Over the last year or so I’ve completely turned the other way and have started being a no loads refused cumdump. This year alone in 2020 so far I’ve been with 85 men and been bred off anyone who has offered. I don’t know what’s changed or why I’m putting myself in this position. All I know is that I can’t bring myself to have safe sex anymore even when I tell myself I must. some of the guys who have bred me have been ugly, abusive, violent etc but I still take their load. I only feel useful when a man is seeding me. Of course they all quickly pull up their trousers and leave me alone when they’re done so I go hunting for the next man to show me interest. why is this? Any ideas guys? Should I carry on or get help? thanks

Thank you guys for your advice so far, it’s really appreciated. I went on holiday to a well know gay resort for these past few days. It’s a place with lots of gay cruise bars in a small area and I think I took 36 loads in three days in a combination of sex clubs, darkrooms and Grindr meets. I couldn’t stop, I just bent over for anyone. My boyfriend knew I was in these places because he was in them too (although we separated for a bit each night to do our own thing) but he doesn’t know I was taking loads. It felt so good to have random men cum in me and walk away right after. I don’t think I can stop.

On the other hand, I think fucking with a known person who is definitely on meds and whose blood work shows undetectable is, on balance of probabilities, safer than someone whose blood work shows detectable (for whatever reason). Fucking guys who don't have any STIs, or whatever the current politically correct term is, then obviously you're not going to get any known STIs from them, condom wearing or not. If you do get "something" then you're the unlucky person/couple/sex partners who happened to get something unknown. I remember an older friend of mine who lived pre-AIDS days commented that condoms were for straight people to stop pregnancies and when he was younger men who had sex with me didn't bother using them (but did "pretend" that they got the clap from a female prostitute if they did catch it - heh). I don't believe there is an HIV+ person who cannot pass on the virus given sufficient determination. However under normal circumstances -- both your immune systems are healthy (in as afar as they can be healthy), there's no other STIs and the HIV is undetectable, it's probably "safer" to have sex with an undectable person than a person who is HIV+ and detectable but not completely "safe". Even with condoms it's not completely "safe" (they do break and such) and the only "safe sex" in my opinion is "no sex at all". However, that's not defining sex - celibacy isn't a natural state of affairs no matter what the various religions (and it's not just the Christians) might claim. Really, it's the original poster's decision and the original poster will have to way up the pros and cons of what the original poster proposes to do. In my opinion, it's probably a level of "safer" if neither of you have other STis or a cold/flu (or whatever) and you don't go out of your way to deliberately damage any of your bodies' linings (by toothbrushing or doing even more kinky stuff). Common sense says to me that a water based lube without spermicides generously applied is less likely to damage either parties' mucous membranes and provide less chance for the exchange of fluids into your actual bloodstream - again if the virus doesn't get into the blood stream there's one less method of the virus actually taking hold. If I understand the literature enough, though, I'm not sure it needs to actually get into the blood stream but common sense, again, says that if it doesn't get a chance to infect you by one less method, then it has a lesser but not necessarily zero chance of taking hold.