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I'm going to post some stories about my last sexcation, out of order but for the most part true stories. CumUnion Party at Sanctuary LAX July 2023 The LAX Sanctuary CumUnion parties have always been good to me, and despite being 1000 mile from where I live I make an effort to get to at least 1 or 2 of them every year. Prior to the July 2023 party the very 1st party hosted there was my best CumUnion event ever, and even the worst events I've been to at this venue are far better than the best I've been to in several cities. I had not been able to attend one of these since July of last year, and Sanctuary had moved to a new location since I last attended. I had prepurchased my ticket and headed to the new venue for the 8 pm start, and got in line about 5 minutes before the event I was number 12 in line, which was also my number for the clothes check. I was told told that there were some wooden benches to use for undressing to the left just inside the main room, as it turns out just past a sling, so I stripped to my jock returned my bag of clothes to the clothes check and started to explore the new venue before getting down to fucking. The main room was huge, but other than the sling and benches contained a couple of couches, a stage and some jugs of Gatorade, mostly empty. Off to the left along the wall with the benches were 3 rooms. The 1st room was primarily occupied by one of the long fuck benches guys can get on their knees on that are just the right width to be used from both ends, plus a couple of other padded surfaces to fuck on, but no one is enjoying any of it yet. The 2nd room contains a large bed, a fuck horse, St Andrews cross, and a padded bench long enough for 3 or 4 guys to fuck along one wall (I sucked a couple of cocks and had mine sucked briefly by the bench, but no one seemed to be ready to start the fucking yet). The 3 room contains a sling (almost too high for me to comfortably top and I'm 6'2") a fuck horse, another St Andrews cross and an even smaller padded bench. By this time roughly 15 minutes into the 5 hour event there are probably 35 guys undressed and ready to start the fun, so I headed back to the 1st room and saw that there were 2 men ass up on the bench, and one of them was getting fucked. I got on all fours on the bench and was immediately offered a cock to suck and within 30 seconds had a nice hard cock gently pushing into my ass as well. I stayed on all fours until my 1st fucker pulled out and the guy I had been sucking made his way around and tried the other end. Now primed and ready, I gave the 4 guys now on the bench a few strokes with my big cock before making my way around again. By this point there were probably 50 guys stripped down and ready and almost all of them were actually engaged in either fucking or sucking. I wound up staying the entire 5 hours, and there were never more than a handful of guys that were just there being looky loos at one time, which is extremely unusual even for this event. The crowd skewed a little older and in less than perfect shape than sometimes, but there was very little attitude and the 3 or 4 guys who did give me an attitude over the course of the evening were all older and imperfect shape themselves, none of the twinks or muscle guys in attendance seemed to have an attitude and other than the looky loos I think I fucked with almost all of them. In other words it was the perfect scenario, for some one like me who loves to fuck and get fucked (I didn't encounter a single oral only guy all evening and while this event sometimes attracts enough voyeurs only to spoil the action I've never encountered a cuddler or foreplay only guy in the probably 10 years they have been holding it. About an hour in I was spending some time in the 1st room on and around the large bench fucking, sometimes while getting fucked from behind while fucking, when the guy I pulled out of got up for a break, I jumped up on the bench to take a turn being a fuck hole, I had a cock up my ass as soon as I got in position and had several cocks shoved in my mouth as well. I stayed on the bench until my knees started to ache, and was fucked almost continuously. For the 1st time since my initial exploration the sling by the door was unoccupied (it had already seen a lot of use), so I hopped up in it and discovered my hole was full of cum, based on the amount someone had either saved up few days or I had multiple loads. The next guy to fuck me was a really well built latino who commented on my cum sloppy hole, and then a shorter asian dude who had already fucked me on all 3 benches, the bed and the fuck horse in the 3rd room entered me again, but neither of them bred me. After the asian guy, I got up and let someone else have a turn. By this point it is a little over 2 hours into the event so I stopped for some Gatorade and stepped out onto the smoking patio to cool off (not smoke), and there was a 3 way going on the patio. Once I rested a little I went back to the 1st room intent on sampling the available holes and giving my 1st load to the most talented one. I think I got my dick into 3 of them before the asian guy came up and rammed his dick in me causing me to breed the loose cum sloppy hole I was in, before I had a chance to determine who was the most talented. Before I really had a chance to rest up, I had more guys wanting to fuck me, and being the slut I am happily put aside my need to rest and let them. It didn't take too long until they had fucked my dick hard again, that and even though no one let on I suspect a couple of more loads found there way into my hole. So I resumed fucking as well as getting fucked. Around 11:30 I shot my 2nd load into the latino muscle guy that fucked me in the sling by the door, loose sloppy hole in the tall sling in the 3rd room. The crowd had started to thin out (it was never huge compared to some of the preCOVID parties which often drew several hundred men), I doubt there were ever 100 at one time, but almost everyone there was there either there to fuck, get fucked of both) and was considering trying to get fucked one more time and call it a night. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in the 2nd room which only had one couple fucking on it when I was approached by an older black guy that has fucked me at almost all of the LAX CumUnions I've attended. He took me on the bed, the fuck horse, the bench and on the St Andrews cross before he took a break. The short asian guy wanted to do me again and got me on missionary on the bed, breeding me this time. By this point I couldn't seem to get hard again and even though the crowd that was left was still doing a lot of fucking was going to call it a night, when I was approached by the older black guy again, this time we stayed on the bed and had it mostly to ourselves, he fucked me in every position possible and I finally rode his load out just before the 1 am ending time (he had never actually bred me before). After a brief post fuck kiss and rest he got up to go home, I walked around one more time, and found that they had closed all but the 1st room, which amazingly still had 2 couples fucking on the bench with 2 fully clothed guys standing along the wall watching. I tried for a couple of minutes to get one of the looky loos to fuck me, but either they weren't there to participate or couldn't get it up again (I couldn't so I had not right to be judgemental). So at 1:05 am I finally left, after either having my pole in a hole or a pole in my hole almost continuously since 8:15 pm. I had loaded 2 guys and had at least 3 loads in my hole. Since I had not eaten since noon I went back to my hotel, put on some shorts that were heavy enough to contain any potential cum that might leak out and walked next door to the all night diner for a well deserved meal of pancakes and sausages.

Here's a quickie... Best Western PLUS I was on one of the location based apps and I saw a nice looking dick near me that I hadn't seen before so I clicked on it. Dom top breeder hosting in his hotel near me, a Best Western PLUS. I messaged him "Nice looking dick". He sent me back two even better looking dick pics. I responded "Very nice" and sent him a pic of my spread ass. He said "Come over, I'll eat n fuck your juicy ass". I replied "I just gotta shower and clean out". "OK, eta?" he replied. I sent back "30 mins? You bareback?" His response was "OK, yes, always bb". I replied "Nice. I'm neg but poz friendly, you?". His response instantly made my little cock twitch... "POZ, I'm going to impregnate you when u get here". I replied "I can't wait". He said "Hurry up, I'm super horny". I quickly got in the shower and then cleaned out my hole with multiple bottles of water. When I was done I sent him "I'll be there in 10-15 minutes". His reply "Awesome, room 213". When I got out of the elevator I saw that room was not far down the hall and the door was slightly ajar. He quickly ushered me inside and pointed at the couch. I dropped my sweat pants and took off my shirt. I hadn't bothered to put underwear on. I sat on the couch and he immediately offered up his dick which I took in my mouth "Suck me hard" he said. I complied, giving him my best head work. He really got into it sliding his 7" dick into my throat. After a bit he told me to lay on my back on the couch and he got over me and started really fucking my face until I was gagging and gasping for air between thrusts. "You ready to get your ass fucked?" he asked? "Hell yeah" was my response. He positioned me on the couch telling me to put my knees together and poke my butt out. Then I heard the cap of the lube and the lube squeezing out then felt the tip of his dick sliding in my crack getting it slick. He started to push inside, then pull out, opening my hole up. Once he made entry he pushed in balls deep and groaned out "I'm going to knock up this neg ass". That made me moan out in pleasure and then he really went to town pounding me hard, filling the room with the sound of his balls slapping my taint, his thighs bouncing off my ample backside and our moans and groans of pleasure. After about 10 minutes of pounding he said "I'm coming! Take my charged load!" and I could feel his dick twitch and his poz cum being pumped into me. After he finished he went to the bathroom to clean up and I put my shirt, sweats and shoes back on and found my way out and back home. That was two weeks ago. I'm at the free gay/lesbian clinic right now waiting for my test results. I figured I'd better get checked because I cam down with an unseasonal flu a few days ago. They just called my number and are escorting me to a room. I can tell by the look on the face of the young man that the result is going to be poz and sure enough it is. I don't really listen to a whole lot more, they want me to come back and talk to a counselor and run some more tests so I can get on meds, but I'm not really interested in all that. He hands me a card and tells me to schedule my followups at the desk on my way out but I just put the card in my pocket and head for home. Well, I guess that the Best Western PLUS really lived up to it's name. And I can't be happier!

I know these are fictional characters, and that @jbucktown is exploring how bottoms and tops get treated differently. But tops like Travis get on my nerves. He got Matt to take him raw by lying about not having a condom. He put Matt in a situation where his known sexual predator roommate could fuck him. He participated for a long while in a three way sexual relationship with the two of them. He actively participated in a group sex scene where he encouraged other men to fuck Matt. Then he gets all butthurt about Matt being slutty. Paul may have his faults, but at least he isn’t a hypocrite.

That's how I learned to jack off too. I was also about 11. The vibrating side was flat and it felt fucking amazing. I jacked off hundreds of times with that thing. One day when I was in HS (about 14) I jerked off 15 times in one day while I was home alone, ostensibly sick.

This is a very short story that I came across on a different site. The author is KinkMeKnots and the picture is submitted by Him He hadn't meant to cum like that. He hadn't meant to shoot rope after rope of his pent up wad all over the small body trembling before him. He had EVERY INTENTION of holding back, and holding off from shooting out his jizm despite the generous slam he had been given and being stroked by his Master while having to listen to all the dirty talk that aroused despite himself. He never wanted to betray his sweet scared little 18 yo nephew in that way.. never. But every man has his limits, and after two weeks of being denied (his Master would keep him chemed up and on the edge the entire time he was being fucked), an hour of receiving simulation directly from his Master before his nephew came back from practice early, and the following two hours of watching and listening as his Master enjoyed using the 'special surprise' that had been 'offered' to him for his perverted enjoyment the slave uncle was already near his limit. Having watched his nephew be stripped of his football kit and forced to shotgun cloud after cloud until he was just a rag doll begging to be used. He tried to steel himself against the pleasurable sensation of his Master's hand, and resist the powerful temptation caused by the sight of his nephew's naturally sexy body that had already been used excessively (despite the lad's nearly total lack of experience). But the words comming out of his Master's mouth.. the wonderfully perverse way he spoke about what he had done and still intended to do made resisting the urge a torment all its own. "I'm going to stroke you nonstop for fifteen minutes slave. If you cum on your sweet little 'present' before then, then I'll take that to mean that I'm free to cum IN him.. and you know what that means don't you slave?" Indeed he did, it was not long ago that his Master started cumming in his own ass uninhibited despite having been off his meds for months. He had no care about getting it from the man he worshiped, but wanted at all costs to spare his innocent nephew from being forcibly 'Charged Up'. No matter how much the thought of it made his cock leak his own charged pre. He was so close too, only three minutes to go. But his Master knew his slave too well, and was able to say exactly what to he needed to say to push his slave over the edge. As the last volleys of his tainted incestuous seed rained down on the battered form of his quivering nephew, dooming the youth to his fate, his Master's words rang on in his ears. "Next time we throw a house party, I'm going to invite ALL of our closest friends and introduce them to the boy making sure they know he's your nephew. Their gonna watch as you openly fondle his junkie body while he squirms, make him drink booze and g out of your mouth, and force him to use favors. When our straight laced friends leave because things are getting too weird, you're going to kick things up by REALLY getting handsy with him. When its just the true [banned word] left you're gonna put on a little show for them by bending his sweet ass over the end of the couch, pulling his pants down to show off his cute little ass, and then.. my deliciously perverted slave." Master said with an evil chuckle. "You're going to loudly give your nephew what you've secretly been wanting to give him for a while now by hate fucking him in front of everyone. Those fucking pigs are gonna love seeing you blast his tight little ass full of your seed, egging you on the whole time you 'knock up' your own nephew." Comming down from his orgasm the slave felt deeply ashamed as he watched his Master drag his nephew away in order to aggressively breed him for different times. Ensuring that long before the a room full of horny perverts watched a true incestuous pairing occur, the boy was already marked and claimed by another.

Chapter 28: Piss for All We got back to their cabin, and my friends dad told him to get face down in the sling. He told us he was going to piss fuck his son, and we were welcome to piss on his son, or in his mouth as he filled his pig hole with his piss. Marc was obviously excited and asked my step dad to fill his ass with our toxic piss. We kinda of expected he would ask, so we didn't waste much piss on my friend! We removed Marc's chastity device and my step dad filled him with his piss first, followed by me. While we were pissing in Marc, my friends dad put on a cruel condom and started fucking his son roughly. He told his son could never had too many strains in him, and he hoped to add a few more. He finished quickly and my step dad asked if he could use the cruel condom on Marc. He said sure as even though he couldn't breed Mark, his and his sons blood would be on the condom, perhaps he could spread a strain. He took off the cruel condom and he had fucked his son so hard his cock was bleeding quite a bit too. My step dad slipped the cruel condom on his cock, and fucked Marc as hard or even harder than the other dad had fucked his son. After he shot his load in him, he took off the cruel condom and told Marc and I to clean his bloody cock. My step dad then said it was time for me to drop the fourth toxic load in Marc. I was excited as fuck knowing his ass was totally prepared to receive my toxic load. After I seeded Marc, I asked if they had a toothbrush I could use to be sure our blood and toxic cum worked its way into his body. Of course they delivered and I brushed Marc's hole aggressively before plugging him. My friend said Marc was having all the fun, and said he wanted Marc to breed him. He got in the sling and said breed me bitch. Marc was already rock hard, and entered my friends ass with ease. He was pre lubed by his dad's cum and blood, so Marc entered quite easily. The rest of us got together on the bed, but didn't have any sex. We knew the night was young, and we wanted to save our cum for when it was most important. After Marc seeded my friend, they joined us in bed, creating a pile of sweaty cum and piss full Pigs.

Let me know if I should continue my sexcation exploits here or if I should take it to the blog section. Playing with Cornholes and Getting Creamed at the Bar So last Wednesday night I crossed fucking in a bar off my bucket list. I'm not really a drinker and don't smoke, so bars aren't high on my list of sex venues to go to. I had previously been sucked and sucked a little cock at the bars, in fact once in Denver I was being sucked by the guy next to me while sitting at the bar when a bartender bent over the bar and grabbed a tasted my dick a couple of times as he walked by, so I wasn't a total innocent. Back to the present, I went to underwear night the Barracks Bar in Palm Springs with every intention of completely losing my barroom virginity. I wasn't really sure what to do, and didn't get things exactly right I'm sure. I bought a beer and stripped down to my jock as soon as I arrived, wishing I had known to bring a lock since they had lockers available if you brought your own lock. Eventually more guys started trickling in and I started to see some activity as well as getting fondled and taking advantage of packages being offered for me to fondle several times. Out on the patio and in the bar itself most men were either in their underwear, a jock and a few just had a sock over their cocks. I think I had only seen one brief suck when a young cub came appeared on the patio and we started ogling each other. He came over and started kissing and fondling me, he wasn't huge by any means, but was nice and hard producing lots of precum, so I pulled him out and licked it up for him. Unfortunately he wasn't in to doing it quite so openly so he pulled me off kissed me and said he would find me later. At this point I was at a bit of a loss how things were supposed to work, but by this point there were a few guys starting to fuck so I was reasonably certain I could figure it out. I approached several guys who were obviously into not doing anything except teasing and cock blocking when I witness a group break up after some fucking and there were several empty seats along the wall next to the guy who had topped. I sat down, a little too far away from him when a fully clothed guy plopped down between us and started talking to me about he didn't know what to do, and started wondering out loud about the potential for police raids and the consequences for both the men and the establishment, which could have been a total boner and scene killer if he had been here in Portland (if I could even get things started in the 1st place). After just a few minutes another guy around my age came up and offered both of us his dick, which immediately found its way into my mouth. After just a bit of sucking I noticed the guy I had been planning to make a move on had stood up and was giving his hole to someone, so I spun around and was rewarded by getting the cock I had been sucking up my hole for at least 5 minutes. Meanwhile boner killer guy just continues to sit there looking uncomfortable. After it broke up I turned to boner killer and stated "I don't know about you, but I know what to do now," and walked off. Ten or 15 minutes later another guy approached me and guided me to the opposite side of the guy I wanted who was still sitting next to boner killer. We sucked each other and the guy I was originally trying to hook up with and ended up both fucking and getting fucked by my original target, all with boner killer still sitting there looking increasingly nervous. I really didn't notice any obvious breeding, but did have my dick in couple more guys over the course of the evening. A little after midnight the cute cub found me again and wanted to fuck me in the bathroom, so I followed him to a lockable washroom with a single toilet and a stopped up sink, I immediately dunked my shorts that I had been carrying in the stopped up sink when he pushed me down to suck him before he gave me a long hard fuck that ended with my getting bred, after which he let me suck his dick clean and lick the fucksweat off of his ball, which was worth having to drive back to the hotel in wet shorts. I found out his name and that he was 20 years younger than I am. By this point the crowd had started to thin, and it was mostly fully clothed attention whores left, after 10 or 15 minutes of no sex happening around me, I decided it was time to head back to the hotel, which may have been a mistake because one of the bartenders was flirting hard with me despite the fact I had only had 3 drinks (the last of which didn't even contain alcohol) over the course of the evening. Since I hadn't cum yet I went on back down to the river, and found a handful of guys there, but none of them seemed to be interested in me. There was a tall black guy I would have gladly bred or let breed me, but he ignored me and let a short latino guy fuck him in way to public of a spot for my taste. Since I wasn't getting in action at the river I went back to my hotel and went on Sniffies and found an older "cum dump" staying in the same hotel who obviously had not been bred yet that night, lubed him with some of the 34 year old cub cum from my hole and dropped my load before going to bed. All in all a very good night.

THIS RIGHT HERE!! My cock throbs SO HARD for a wet hairy red fuck hole. My cock leaks cum from my balls being so fall and my shaft throbbing so hard and eager its best described as vibrating. A perfect hole like that I know I would bust sliding in by the time I got balls deep. Ugh, to be able to mount that mancunt balls deep every day and just pump my seed in his guts... would be incredibly satisfying. [think before following links] https://m.tnaflix.com/gay-porn/Two-Cocks-One-Hairy-Asshole-and-a-Whole-Lot-of-Cum/video5780629

Would love to know what happened to Trevor

Really sorry to hear the news i had a nasty case back in my youth- and not having insurance to pay for surgery I had to do out patient- which as it was a nasty case took about 2-1/2 years - every other week to have them burned off- (strangely though I think they saved my life as I got them just at the beginning of AIDS - and by the time I was “all clear” condoms were being used (so I didn’t get AIDs until after the cocktail had been discovered) So my advice is make sure you have a dr that a) you know, trust, and can be completely honest with b) is experienced and knows what they are talking about and what treatments would be best for you c) once you are all clear - ask about how often you should get a Pap smear…. Yes guys should get them too if tge have had warts as they are a great detector of potential cancer And don’t beat yourself up over this—- it happens hope it is not too bad a case and that you are up and about soon good luck and yes - for everyone else… if you are lucky enough not to have had anything yet - talk to your dr about what vaccines you might be eligible for (as most drs - unless asked- stop offering them to patients once they are out of their teens

its sad you even have to tell them, they should instantly know, raw is the law and bottom is getting bred

Yours is the right attitude, and really, the only way the situation will ever get turned around - if we collectively stop refusing to let it pass. Unfortunately, I think it requires a critical mass of people to change social behavior, and I don’t think we’re headed in the right direction. The sad thing is that this is the age of the ‘influencer’, and if some of those influencers would influence people to be civilized instead of promote hyper-consumption, vanity, and twerking, we might be a little better off.

II, lying on my parent's bed dry-humping my dad's pillow while my aunt & uncle (who were babysitting) were downstairs. That's also the day I learnt how to clean cum off pillows!

Love dropping my seed into a married guys ass

Paul's Continuing Seduction, Matt at the Bar Matt is out for a run. It’s a hot day. He’s wearing running shorts and his sneakers. He is running past one of the gay bars when he hears his name. It’s Travis roommate, Paul, calling him. Matt slows down and leans in the window of the bar to say hi. The roommate invites him in. Matt demurs – no ID, just wearing shorts, etc. Roommate says he looks fuckable. Matt laughs and says thanks. They chat another minute before Matt takes off to finish his run. During his run, Matt remembers how good Paul’s long dick feels fucking his ass, how Paul likes to see Matt take his load after Paul has been fucking other guys, and Paul likes to watch Matt get fucked by other guys. It’s been just over two weeks since Matt took 6 loads from four guys in Travis and Paul’s apartment. Travis asked Matt to get tested after that night because Matt’s been getting barebacked a lot. Matt went to the clinic with Travis the next day and then both got tested. After they got tested, on the sidewalk outside the clinic, Travis also told Matt he wanted to take a break from seeing each other. Matt has been in a funk since Travis broke it off. Matt got his results a yesterday – negative. He hasn’t been fucked since he got tested because he and Travis had broken off and Matt knows, like all young guys raised in this era, not to put other guys at risk by fucking around before getting the results back. Thinking of Paul’s cock got Matt hard during his run which was difficult. He stopped to stretch and think of other things. He stretched his calves and hamstrings, and when his dick softened, Matt took off again for home. Matt decided to head out to the bar and meet up with Paul. He quickened his pace on the journey home. Matt showered and cleaned out. Matt was definitely hoping to get fucked tonight, so he didn’t eat at the house – probably get some fries at the bar. Matt slipped on clean running shorts, jock strap, and a tight tee shirt. He looked in the mirror and decided to do one last thing – he pulled open the side seem of the old running shorts so they showed more skin. Matt looked again – not obviously slutty, but just enough skin at the seem so anyone paying close attention could see almost all of Matt’s bare leg up to the waistband. Matt smiled – I’m definitely getting fucked tonight. He grabbed his ID, some cash, and his keys – which barely fit in the pocket of these shorts – and headed out. As Matt arrived at the bar where he saw the roommate earlier, he saw the gay men’s health clinic folks were set up inside handing out condoms, lube, safe sex info, and getting folks to sign up for appointments. Matt saw the guys he had interacted with on his trips to the clinic. He blushed. They said hi and gave Matt a packet of condoms and lube. When Matt showed his ID, he got a wristband and noticed other guys had black X’s on their hands. Matt asked a bouncer he knows what was up – bouncer said it is an 18+ night because there is a drag show and the health clinic thing tonight. Black X means no alcohol. Wristband means your old enough. Matt joked and said, “Old enough to what?” The bouncer smiled and said, “To get the ass fucked off you” and he swatted Matt’s pert ass. The bouncer says, “Seriously though, everyone in here is over 18 tonight. No jailbait in here. We card hard tonight for this event. The clinic is a great resource, but on night’s like this it can make our jobs harder.” He hugs Matt and says, “You do look fuckable tonight. When was your last test? I know you aren’t perfect about condom usage.” Matt laughs remembering the night the bouncer and his friend bred Matt after the bar closed. Matt says, “This week. Negative.” Bouncer kisses Matt on the check and moves on to checking the next ID. The bar is crowded. Matt got the special - a long island iced tea, hoping to catch up to Paul who had been drinking for two hours already, and looked around for Paul. Paul bumped into Matt on his way to the bar, pointed to the table and asked Matt if he wanted another. Matt said yes. Matt went to the table. He introduced himself and realized that all the other guys had black X on their hands. Being 22, almost 23 now, he did feel older than these guys but not by much. Paul comes back with drinks. They are all laughing and joking. Matt feels the guys flirting with him and he flirts back. The conversation turns to the gay men’s health clinic – has everyone signed up to be tested, been before, been tested, etc. The guys are all talking about their experiences, etc. All the guys have their safe sex packets of condoms and lube on the table. The drag show starts and guys turn their attention to the show. Matt is drinking his second drink when he feels a hand rubbing his side. He sees Paul negotiating the open seem on Matt’s shorts. He slides his hand up and inside. He whispers, “A jockstrap. Nice. You looking to get fucked tonight?” Matt leans in and says, “Are we going to use one of the condoms in these packets?" Paul smiles at Matt. Matt stands off his stool and positions himself so he is between Paul’s legs. Paul slips both hands inside Matt’s shorts. Paul starts rubbing Matt’s ass and hole under his shorts. Matt moans slightly. The other guys at the table notice. They can see Paul’s hands under Matt’s shorts. Matt reaches for a safety packet on the table, fumbles but gets the lube packet out successfully. He hands it to Paul. Paul takes it from Matt. Matt spreads his legs some and leans on the table as if he is watching the drag show. Carefully so not to be seen by the entire bar, Paul puts some on his fingers and rubs it on Matt’s hole. Paul slides a finger into Matt’s hole. Matt pushes back taking most of Paul’s finger in the first push. Paul fingers Matt while the performers sing. The MC comes on and says, “Taking a short break. Back in 10 minutes.” Then laughs, grabs the mic again and says, “More like 20 minutes. Beauty takes time sluts.” The undergrads at the table with Paul are no longer watching the stage and are watching Matt get fingered in the bar by Paul. Paul now has two fingers in Matt and he asks Matt, “Who is the biggest slut at this table?” Matt looks back at Paul and says, “You.” Paul rubs a third finger on the outside of Matt’s hole, two other fingers in his hole rubbing the inside of his ass and Paul asks again, “I have two fingers in your ass in the middle of the bar. Who is the bigger slut?” Matt says, “I’m the bigger slut.” Paul says, “How long has it been since you got fucked?” Matt says, “Couple weeks.” Paul says, “When my roommate and I and three college boys fucked you silly?” Matt feels Paul’s fingers rubbing the inside of his ass slowly and it feels so good. Matt doesn’t want Paul to stop. Matt says, “Only two of those college guys fucked me. You and Travis turned out the other one.” Paul chuckles, “Your right Matt; you only got fucked by 4 guys that night.” One of the under 21 guys at the table says, “Wow. You got fucked by 4 guys in one night. You are a slut.” He laughs, so do the other guys Matt just met. Matt says, “Don’t knock it til you try it.” They all laugh, even Paul. Paul now pulls his fingers out of Matt’s ass. He says, “Gotta go get cleaned up. Another round?” Matt agrees to a third long island. While Paul is gone, one of the under 21s face lit up and said, “Wait a second. Are you the guy that slept with Tyler, Jason and Dave?” Matt honestly doesn’t know. He blushes a bit and looks at the guy who asked and says, “I don’t remember their names.” The guys all laugh good natured laughs. The guy who asked says, “Tyler is a blonde guy, thin, good looking, about 5’9”, a twink. I guess Dave looks almost the same. Jason has black hair, a nice ass, and has more muscle than Tyler and Dave.” Matt, hoping to end the interrogation before it gets too detailed, says, “That sounds right. That’s probably them. Nice guys. It was a fun night.” The guy questioning persists, “Tyler says they walked in on you riding Paul’s roommate’s dick and watching him cum inside you. Tyler says he thought you and the other guy were dating until Paul fucked you in front of them in the kitchen. Then it kind of turned into an orgy.” Matt blushes deeply hearing the story told to him by someone who wasn't there. Before he can answer, the MC is back on and Paul is back with the third long island. Matt finishes the second drink and switches to the third. Paul leans in and softly says, “Sorry. Your ass feels great. My fingers were starting to get messy with the lube and your wet ass. I hope you kept the guys entertained.” Matt leans back against Paul’s chest and whispers in his ear, “They know the guys who we fucked around with last week.” Paul rubs Matts back and says, “Don’t worry Matt. You were a slut before they knew you. You’d already let me finger you in the bar in front of them tonight. I think they thought you were slutty before they put two and two together. Paul puts his arm around Matt's shoulders, leans in to his ear and says, "And I like you slutty.” Matt is quiet, somewhat watching the drag show, but also absorbing what Paul said. Matt is clearly upset at the situation. He excuses himself for a bit and goes to the bathroom. There is a small line. While in line, Matt is thinking about his life and the sex he’s been having. In the last 7 months, he’s been fucked bareback by 40-50 guys, most of whom he hasn’t seen more than once. Matt loves the sex. He feels that he’s starting to be judged for barebacking though – Alexander and his friends avoid Matt and call him a slut; he’s been caught getting fucked bareback by his friends; Chris (the law student) isn’t returning calls; he’s been scolded in his city’s AOL m4m chatroom for taking it bareback; and at least three groups of guys have watched him get fucked bareback. Matt drinks his drink. This is not a very big city. Matt thinks he must be getting a reputation as a bareback bottom. Matt is worried. He knows that bareback bottoms get treated like sluts. Tops are considered studs; but, the “bottoms are too slutty to know better.” That’s what guys think. Matt really wants a boyfriend and he’s worried that no one wants to date the guy that everyone has cum in. He doesn’t want to be known as a cum dumpster. Matt drinks some more. The sex is fantastic. Matt loves getting fucked bare. It makes him hard thinking about it. He is dressed to get fucked tonight and wasn't imagining using a condom when we got fucked tonight. He is struggling because he wants someone to breed him tonight, but he also wants someone to want to date him. Matt is confused. Amidst the mental confusion, Matt hears a voice behind him say, “You’ve got a great ass.” Matt turns around. It’s John, the guy with the 9”cock that Matt took home from the bar last year - Geek chic’s best friend. Matt giving it up bare to “Geek chic” started this slide into sluttiness. Matt says hi and looks past him to see if John’s boyfriend or “Geek chic” are with him. Matt says, “Alone tonight?” John says, “Yes. Came out after I got drinks with work friends.” John reaches out to touch Matt’s bare arm and says, “You look good.” Matt says, “Thanks. I was just thinking about you.” John puts both hands on Matt’s waist and says, “Oh yeah. What about?” Matt looks around to see if anyone can hear them, leans into John and says in his ear the truth, “How I gave it up bareback so easily when you fucked me. How slutty that was of me. But also how good it felt.” Matt looks into John’s face searching for a recognition of the internal conflict Matt feels. John smiles at Matt and says, “Oh yeah. I remember that too. Also remember you telling me how much better it felt taking cock raw.” As John says this, his fingers find the split seem in Matt’s shorts. John’s hands slide inside his shorts onto his bare ass. John says, “Jockstrap. That’s hot.” Matt allows himself to lean into John. John kisses him. John’s hands play with Matt’s ass and find his hole as they kiss. The bathroom door opens. Matt is next in line. John guides Matt into the bathroom, closes the door, and says, “I am going to fuck you. Get your clothes off.” Matt drops his tank top on the sink, lowers his shorts and jock to the floor and bends over the sink. John pulls out his cock and rubs it on Matt’s hole. He says, “You have lube on your ass.” Matt smiles at John through the mirror’s reflection and says, “Long story. Did you get one of those safe sex packets tonight?” John says, “Yeah. Why? Are you going to ask me to put on a condom this time?” Matt says, “No. Just use more lube. You have a big dick. I’m going to need it.” John says, “Fuck yeah.” John opens the lube packet and rubs some on his dick. Matt feels the big head push at his hole. He moans remembering how good John’s dick felt in him last time. Matt groans and says, “Fuck me. We need to be quick.” John puts one hand over Matt’s mouth and his other hand guides his bare cock into Matt’s pre-lubed ass. Matt groans loudly into John’s hand as his cock slides almost all the way inside his ass. Matt moves John’s hand and says, “Give me a second to adjust. You are so big.” Matt puts John’s hand back over his mouth. Less than a minute later, Matt slides back on John’s cock until he can feel balls on his ass. Matt feels impaled on John’s cock. John starts to rock back and forth into Matt’s unprotected ass. The rocking becomes slow short strokes, then slow long strokes. Matt’s ass accommodates the invading cock and Matt moans appreciatively. John starts to pull his cock almost all the way out and jam it back in. He does this a few times. John says, “My raw cock looks so good fucking your ass. It’s so hot.” Matt looks in the mirror at the reflection of John fucking him. John’s clothes are mostly still on. Matt is naked except for his shoes and is bent over the sink. Matt hasn’t seen John in months but John’s bare cock is in Matt’s hole. Matt moans and strokes his cock as he watches this hot image in the mirror. John is fucking him faster now. Matt is moaning into John’s hand. John says, “Fuck you have such a great ass. If my boyfriend had an ass like this, I wouldn’t be balls deep in you right now.” Matt pushes his ass back to meet John’s thrusts now. Matt turns his head and says, “Are you going to cum in my ass?” John says, “Fuck yes slut. You want my load deep in your sweet boy cunt don’t you?” John says, “Breed me please. I want it.” John is looking down at this hot 22 year old twink with a runner’s body and an amazing ass. Matt is naked for him, bent over the sink in a bar bathroom, taking his raw cock. This twink’s ass opened for John’s cock so easily but the ass is still so tight. John wants to roar as he breeds his slutty boy. He wants the world to know he’s marking territory. John remembers that he is in a bar bathroom. Instead of screaming as he cums in Matt, John bends over his back and bites down on Matt’s shoulder, grabs Matt’s hips, jams his cock in a few more times and cums in Matt’s ass. Matt is cumming on the floor as John cums in his ass and bites his shoulder. John is still bent over Matt and Matt is still full of John’s large cock. John’s hand no longer covering Matt’s mouth, Matt’s groan as John removes his cock from Matt’s ass is loud. As John’s cock comes free, cum slides out of Matt’s ass with it. John cleans the lube, cum and ass off his cock. Matt cleans his ass, but leaves the rest of the cum inside. John asks for Matt’s jockstrap. Matt says, “A trophy?” John says, “Payment for services rendered.” Matt laughs out loud, remembering John works in finance. Matt hands him the jockstrap and pulls on his shorts and tank top. The whole fuck took less than 5 minutes from Matt bending over the sink to taking John’s load. They leave the bathroom. Guys in line look annoyed. Matt blushes a bit. John isn’t phased. Matt says, “Now I can’t sit down.” John says, “Yeah I have a big dick.” Matt chuckles and says, “Yeah, but I meant I can’t sit down in these shorts while I’m going commando. Everyone will see my goods.” John says, “Isn’t that the point of this sexy outfit. To get guys to notice you and fuck you. Sit on a bar stool and let everyone see.” John kisses Matt, thanks him for the fuck and heads out. Matt goes back to Paul’s table and sits on a bar stool.

Part 1 Goosebumps spread all over my smooth legs as Tony rubbed his ice-cold, calloused hands over my thighs. I bounced gently in his lap, teasing him with my oiled-up, smooth cunt. He groaned as he licked my nipple, a stiff finger sliding between my cheeks, massaging my taint and rubbing my hole. I was spending the cloudy Thursday afternoon with Tony, a 56 year-old chem dealer with his own basement apartment in seedy Detroit. I’m a 19 year-old 5’6” year-old Chinese boy living with my husband, Ben, a 48 year-old 6’2” pilot who is a self-professed lover of smooth Asian boys. I had met him on Grindr when he flew into my hometown of LA shortly after I had turned 18, and my parents still think I had moved across the country in college to study business. In reality, I boarded a plane to Detroit to live with Ben, who had proposed to me after a weekend of breeding me at his hotel. Ben’s money and lifestyle on the road made it all too easy for me to meet Daddy Tony and get hooked on T. I know the looks I get from being seen with a middle-aged man, always dressed like a slut. My friends and family in LA would never understand, and I see the looks of disgust that get thrown our way when Ben takes me out on the town, but I love older men. Especially horny, filthy, sleazy older men like Daddy Tony, who stood 5’8” and had a hairy, ripe body. A carpet of unkempt gray hair lined his pale torso. He wore a tattered gray wife-beater stained with sweat and who knows what else and a pair of sweaty black socks crusty from stepping around in filth. He fondled me in his dark basement studio with only slivers of the afternoon sun that made it through his blinds. Conversations, car horns, and footsteps buzzed at street level. Ah, the sound of people coming home from work and school, unaware of the dirty sin just a few feet away. “That jockstrap makes me so horny, baby,” Daddy Tony whispered as he slurped my nipple, his thick mustache and beard tickling me. “Yeah, Daddy? You make me so horny too,” I cooed softly, looking deeply into his fiendish, hungry eyes. His eyes were black and dilated, his smile wicked. He twirled his finger around my tight, greasy oily jockstrap, snapping it. We shifted a little bit on his mattress, which was trashed. The sheet was soaked and crumpled into one corner, revealing the yellowing mattress underneath, which was covered in glass pipes resting on dirty paper towels, at least a half-dozen bottles of poppers, torches, dildos, cock rings, half-empty or spilled bottles of lube, baby oil, and grease. “I know something that’ll make you even hornier for daddy,” he whispered, grinning. I looked at his crooked yellow teeth and took in his rank breath. It was a familiar stench, always reminding me of guys who’ve been partying for so long. “Would you like that?” My skin jumped at the thought of getting even more spun. He picked up a used pipe and held it to my lips. I savored the rough chemical taste and watched as clouds slowly curled up and started tumbling in the bowl of the glass pipe as Daddy Tony held the torch to the pipe. Daddy Tony watched closely as I slowly started sucking in as the clouds started twirling hard in the bulb, wisps of vapor peeking out. “Yeahh, nice big hit, boy,” he whispered. I pulled away, coughing out a thick stream of white that never seemed to end. I coughed and gagged at the chemical taste as I felt the heat course through my body and FUCK I felt good. And horny. And filthy. “Fuck yeahh,” Daddy Tony groaned. “Daddy likes his boys tweaked up. Is that what you want, baby? Dirty little slut boy?” “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I groaned, leaning over to kiss Daddy Tony. His breath tasted like cigarettes and chemicals. He slurped back hungrily, thick tendrils of spit coating my face as he licked me. “I want you to be mine, baby boy.” I knew what that meant. That’s what Ben said while he bred me too, before he even knew my name. In fact, I don’t remember ever telling Daddy Tony my name. He just knows me as baby boy. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said as he strummed my jockstrap. “You know I’m married.” “Daddy will take care of you better,” he groaned before roughly coating his fingers with a foamy glob of yellowish spit. “Get on your back, baby boy.” “Yes, Daddy.” I brushed back some pipes and popper bottles and laid back on the rough piss-stained sheet. I spread my thin, smooth legs and flexed by feet. Although I have beautiful feet that men love. I aimed my perfectly hairless pussy at Daddy Tony, trying to open my slender, perfectly smooth legs as wide as possible. He turned on his phone’s flashlight and pointed it at my hole. My oily cheeks reflected the light, greasy from the baby oil. I whimpered and moaned as Daddy Tony slid a finger into my hole, still coated with wads of spit. I looked right in his eyes, which were full of lust as they fixated on the sight of his meaty finger popping into my tight pussy. He groaned as he felt the warmth around his finger and felt my moans. “Your husband know you’re here with me, baby boy?” he whispered as he slipped his finger in and out of my hole. I grinned devilishly, knowing I had just kissed Ben goodbye before he left for the airport that morning. I had been on Grindr chatting with Daddy Tony even while he was packing his suitcase. “Of course not, Daddy,” I purred. “He’d kill me if I knew I was with you, daddy.” The sound of that made Daddy Tony light up and start shredding my hole with his finger like a pogo stick. “Little slut,” he groaned before spitting on my face. He pulled his fingers out, leaned over and grabbed a small tub of white greasy lube. “You know what this is, baby?” “What is it, Daddy?” “Chem lube,” he said with a sinister grin. He fished for one of the little baggies on the bed that still had maybe a gram or two of T in it. He dumped the whole thing in the lube then stuffed the baggie in my mouth. “Lick it clean, slut.” It tasted bitter and so good. I felt my whole body get hot and twitchy immediately while his fingers re-entered me and I felt a burn in my body. While Daddy Tony massaged the booty bump in my hole, I grabbed a bottle of poppers and hit it hard. Back and forth, one nostril after another while I watched him finger me. I looked into Daddy Tony’s eyes, my eyes cross-eyed and bugged out. My body felt so warm and the whole room was spinning. I couldn’t even speak as a bit of spittle dripped out of my mouth, all the drugs hitting me at once. “Daddy…Daddy I’m so horny. I need Daddy’s raw cock.” “Yeah, baby?” Daddy Tony groaned, staring excitedly into my eyes. “You’re so fucked up, baby. I love a tweaked boy. But let’s make sure you get more fucked up.” His eyes looked predatory as he grinned, spraying maximum impact on a dirty towel and shoving it on my face. I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I was in heaven. “Fuck me…Furk me daddy, please,” I slurred. Daddy Tony leaned forward, his rancid sweat dripping from his leathery face onto my body as I felt the mushroom head of his 6” dick stretch my hole and push inside. I could tell his dick would normally hurt, but all the drugs had loosened my pussy enough that it eagerly gave into his dick. Daddy Tony’s dick was incredibly hard and warm. “Ohhh, FUCK!” he groaned as he pushed all the way to his balls, and I moaned softly as he started to thrust. “Daddy…” “Dirty fucking slut,” he groaned, his mouth dropping open in pleasure as his dilated pupils glared fiendishly at me with lust. I moaned weakly as he pushed his warm, wet cock into my hole in and out, slowly at first. He wrapped one rough hand around my left ankle and pressed his other hand down on my mouth. He balled up a thick wad of spit, foaming through his piss yellow teeth, and spat it roughly only my face before grinning. “Such a bad boy,” he whispered, pumping harder. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt his thick cock rip through my cunt, pressing the slight burn of the chem lube into the walls of my hole. He pulled out completely, his cock dripping with grease, and he strapped on a tight cock ring before sloppily sprinkling some crystals on the head of his dick. “Take the poppers, boy,” he ordered. I eagerly grabbed the oily bottle of poppers, fumbling to screw the top open before pressing the bottle against one nostril while holding the other. I took several deep inhales before moving to the other nostril while Daddy Tony fingered my hole, watching hungrily. He smiled with pleasure as he could see my eyes getting even more unfocused, my face contorting as my head spun. I heard a faint buzz, my vision blurring as I tried to focus on Daddy Tony’s leathery face in the dark. “Yeahhh,” he growled, pushing his dick in. I yelped as I felt a sharp burn, every crystal searing into my pussy as he kept moving in. The poppers loosened up my hole and let him in, but I still bucked as he thrust in, not giving a fuck about how much the booty bump burned my hole. He pressed down on me, splitting my legs as open as he can. “Hold your fucking legs, boy,” he commanded. I did as he told, clumsily trying to keep my legs open as wide as I could while the world spun around me, desperate to keep his cock deep inside me. He buried all the way in, both of us groaning loudly as his dick ground into my soft wet pussy, wrecking it. Once he was in and was satisfied, he grinned before spitting on my face again. Then, he grabbed my throat with one hand while he raised his hand and slapped me in the face with full force as he begin to fuck roughly. “Fuuu…Ng, FUCK,” I slurred. “Shut the fuck up you nasty cheating whore!” he barked, slapping me again as I squealed. The bed creaked as he rammed me, his dick sloshing in and out of my loosening cunt. “FUCK yeah, that cunt feels so fucking good. That’s what you’re good for, right slut? Making daddy feel good?” “Yes, daddy!” I moaned. “Fuck yeah!” he spat on me again as he rough fucked me. “Your husband know his boy is a junkie who likes getting used like a fucking faggot?” “No,” I managed between pumps, earning a wad of spit that coated my eye. It burned, but I couldn’t care, in ecstasy from Daddy Tony’s cock ripping into me. Slosh, slosh, slosh. “Yeah? Fucking trashy slut,” he growled, pausing to remove my left hand from my leg. He took the silver wedding band off my ring finger and tossed it aside. It landed somewhere in the pile of food packaging and empty water bottles somewhere on the floor. I got even more turned on remembering my handsome husband taking me to a pawn shop near the courthouse in Vegas to buy the rings last minute, him dressed in his pilot uniform, me dressed in a skimpy crop top and booty shorts. We got married moments later, with even the Vegas officiant looking wary. “You’re mine now, baby,” he had said, and that night we made love at the motel all night. “I love my Asian pussy boy.” “I love you too, Daddy!” I smirked at the memory as Daddy Tony grabbed my neck again, barking, “Your husband should fucking throw you out onto the streets or sell you, you fucking whore! A bad boy like should just be whored out like a cheap piece of trash!” “Yes, Daddy! Whore me out, daddy!” I moaned. Fap, fap, fap. I felt Daddy Tony speed up as he got excited. “Oh, I’ll fucking you whore you out all week, you dirty slut,” he said. “I’m gonna pump that drugged up cunt with my seed and rent you out to as many nasty fuckers as I can.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy!” SMACK! “Shut the fuck up, faggot,” he grunted, his face close to mine. He quickened his pace again, tightening his grip on my throat as I gagged. My feet bounced and flailed as he shredded as hard as he could, his cock now as hard as a rock pole. “Take my fucking load, you bitch!” With that, he thrust into me hard, sending shockwaves through my body. He roared, and I felt his dick pulse in my hole as he unloaded inside me. “FUCK!” Daddy Tony pulled out and wiped himself off as I laid there, still fingering my whole like a zombie. He buzzed around, drinking water and wiping himself off, staring as his phone. His face still looked angry, and as he unwinded, I took another hit of the pipe. He laid down and joined me after a few puffs, freshening up his high himself. His post-nut clarity seemed to hit him for a minute, as he didn’t look in my direction or shotgun his hits, just mindlessly rubbing my smooth slim body. After about an hour or three of almost total silence, smoking, and cruising on grindr, BBRT, and Adam4Adam, he moved over and lubed up my hole with some spit. “I got some guys who wanna fuck you,” he said. “I want you to get really fucked up. You want G?” “Fuck yeah, daddy,” I moaned, still wired and sticky from sweat and tons of spit on my face. “Good boy.” He got up and poured 2 small cups of coke and measured some G. “Just giving you a little boy. I want you to feel these cocks destroy that little cunt.” He moved back to the bed and offered me my portion. We clinked our glasses and downed the G, and I instantly felt heat rush through my body once again as I felt incredibly nauseous for a minute. I gagged a little, but Daddy Tony put his mouth against mine and kissed me softly, his tongue perversely slurping the inside of my mouth. I immediately forgot my nausea as I leaned into Daddy Tony. I felt a finger and the familiar burn at my hole.

No one I've know who has had them has ever said they've gone away on their own. If anything, they continue to grow if not treated.

Bookmarking this - very useful insight for future travel plans...

I have always thought about this and it is definitely appealing. When I was a young boy an old guy told me about it while fucking my ass and the idea has stuck with me since then.

My town always holds its 4th of July fireworks on July 3rd to avoid competing with several nearby cities and towns that hold their displays on the 4th. The fireworks are set off from a barge in the middle of the river, a good distance from land and anything flammable. There's a perfect spot at the top of a hill where a parking lot overlooks the river. People arrive hours early and back their trucks and SUVs into the spaces so they can tailgate while they watch the festivities. Being single, I was there at the invitation of some friends who like to include me in their family outings. Knowing the popularity of this lot, the town places a few port-a-johns along one side to give people a place to relieve themselves. About a half-hour before the show started (and after three beers), I felt the need, so I excused myself from my friends and headed in that direction. I was waiting my turn in line when two guys walked past. One appeared to be around my age, tall and slender with a goatee, while the other looked a decade younger. He had a stouter, more solid build and was bald, also with a goatee. Both were shirtless in the humid night air. As they approached I spied a scorpion tattoo on the older one's lower abdomen, which made me curious. I perhaps stared too long because he noticed me, and greeted me with a smile. "Hey, waiting to go?" I nodded silently, embarrassed that he had caught me looking. He motioned to the younger one. In a low voice so no one in line would overhear, he said, "I have a toilet right here if you'd rather use it." His directness took me by complete surprise. Now, I am an insatiable sex fiend and love all aspects of pleasure. I had been introduced to pig play at an early age by an older man I met and played with throughout college, and loved to listen as a guy struggled to swallow my stream, then to feel his lips and tongue working to extract his creamy reward for a job well done. It had been ages since I had played in this kind of scene, and I was so instantly turned on that I finally found the words: "Lead the way!" The two grinned and led me to a glade of trees behind the outhouses. Glancing about furtively, we made sure no one was watching as we disappeared into the dark. About thirty feet in, they stopped and the younger one dropped to his knees. Without saying a word, I unzipped my pants and he took my cock deep into his throat. I was stiffening up and it required all my concentration to get things going. As I did, the older guy caressed my ass. As his partner choked and gagged and tried not to spill anything I was feeding him, he spit on his finger and slid it gracefully into my asshole. "I'm not cleaned out," I cautioned him. I was, after all, simply out to see some fireworks with friends. He shrugged in response. "I don't care." He worked his finger all the way in, then slid it out again, fucking my hole. It felt amazing, and my hole relaxed to accommodate him. Feeling my pucker loosen, he withdrew his finger, spit again, and slid two inside me as my bladder finally emptied and younger partner stood. "You bottom raw?" the older guy asked. I momentarily considered his tattoo. He knew I had seen it, and I assumed he had guessed that I knew its meaning. He was poz, and in all likelihood not on medication. Then his partner dropped his pants in front of me to reveal a thick, veiny eight-inch cock. A drop of precum on the tip glistened in the moonlight. I felt the lust rise within me. I had to have it! I threw caution to the wind. I had taken literally hundreds of cocks in my lifetime and had never converted, but deep down I always knew it was only a matter of time. It seemed to me that this might just be the time. "Fuck yes," I replied, and bent over at the waist to make myself more available. He took the hint and dropped to his knees behind me, spitting and licking and driving his tongue into my hole to get it ready. His partner, meanwhile, grabbed the back of my head and shoved his massive cock in my face. As I opened my mouth, I spotted a small biohazard tattoo on his shaved pubic area. Lost in lust, I engulfed his entire cock with my mouth, letting it slide down my throat until I could tickle his balls with my tongue. He began rhythmically fucking my throat as his partner stood up. I heard him spit into his hand, then felt a pressure on my sphincter. He had lubed it well; it opened to accommodate him without complaint. He wasn't as girthy as the younger guy, and he easily slid in to the hilt. In my wildest fantasies I could never have imagined getting spit-roasted by two guys I had just met - and poz guys at that! And at a fireworks display? Yet there I was, in the woods with not one but two guys having their way with me. The older guy had grabbed my hips and began pounding hard. "I'm gonna flood that hole with toxic cum," he stated matter-of-factly. "You ready to get knocked up?" I struggled to nod my head in the affirmative with an eight-inch cock buried in my throat. I gurgled a response that I hoped sounded like a 'yes'. That was enough. His hips bucked and shook, and I felt him unleashing his load deep inside me. "Gaaaaa," was all he could manage. He paused briefly to catch his breath before slipping out of my ass. "Come here," he ordered his partner. "Clean me off." The younger guy did as he was told, sucking his partner's cock as though he was a Hoover vacuum. In no time he had erased all evidence that the older guy's cock had been in my hole. Then he stood and turned in my direction. "My turn," he said with a grin. "And my viral load is even higher than his." My breath momentarily caught in my chest at the comment. For a second I felt the urge to pull up my pants and get out of there while I still only had one poz load inside me. Before I could move, however, he had grabbed me by the hips and positioned the tip of that massive cock at my now-gaping hole. Then, without adding any more spit to ease his entry, he rammed his entire length into me with one thrust. I yelped at the sudden invasion and attempted to step away from the assault, but the force of his thrust had knocked me off balance and I fell to the ground. He fell, too, his huge venomous snake still deep inside me. Without losing a beat he began relentlessly pounding me. My poor asshole spasmed around his massive shaft as he rammed it balls-deep over and over. "Damn," said the older guy, who was now dressed and watching his partner destroying my hole. "I think I see some blood. You're definitely getting pregnant!" How he could tell if I was bleeding was beyond me, but given the intensity of his partner's fucking it was probably a safe bet. "This ass is amazing," grunted the younger guy. "I'm gonna cum soon." I gritted my teeth. Never before had I experienced a fuck this rough. My hole had always been able to relax and acclimate to the cock, no matter the size. Not this time. At last he reached climax. The ordeal was almost over. He didn't make a sound, just went rigid on top of me. I could feel the telltale pulses as he shot his toxic load into my guts. As the pulses subsided his body relaxed, and he let out a sigh. "I probably made a mess," he said with a chuckle. "Let me clean you up." He slipped out of my abused asshole and slid down my body until his face was level with my ass. He licked gently, cleaning my sore pucker so I could return to my friends. "There," he pronounced. "All clean." He stood and dressed, and the two of them quickly disappeared in the direction of the parking lot. I struggled to stand and, once on my feet, had to steady myself against a tree for a moment before I could pull up my pants. My chest and the front of my legs were covered in leaves and other debris from the ground. I brushed it off as best I could, then made my way back to the parking lot just as the first of the fireworks exploded in the sky overhead. Gingerly, I walked back to where my friends were waiting. They were so fixated on the show that I wasn't sure if they noticed I had returned, and even once they did no one ever remarked on my extended absence. Too sore to sit, I stood and watched the rest of the fireworks display. More than once I felt the cum dripping from my still-gaping hole and found myself hoping that it wasn't leaving a telltale mark on the back of my pants. But I made it through, and they dropped me off shortly after the show ended. Once inside my place I flopped on my bed, still dressed, and fell asleep with at least some of their toxic cum still brewing deep in my ass.

I think it should be up to the man your servicing. If he's kind enough to allow you to the privilege of letting you suck his cock, he should have the final say I really enjoy swallowing cum, but I also love it when a man will pull out, grab my by the head and blast his load all over my face. Watching the cum shoot out of his cock is amazing.

Very late starter, about 14. Had been having dry cums from about 11 and started to think it might never happen. Made up for it since though 😁😁

A) Men looking for sex are incredibly fickle. B) As noted by others above, it defies explanation that what sometimes seems like a majority of men would rather talk about fucking than actually do it. C) It’s not you. However you might look or act, even if someone doesn’t find it appealing, someone else will. The only way to be disappointed is to assume that you’re going to be universally attractive. That’s never going to happen. D) Do not confuse chemistry with alchemy. Fucking at a bathhouse requires some mysterious mixture of the latter. Case in point: Yesterday evening at the bathhouse I stopped by the room with the fuck bench in it. There were three guys on the couch doing oral but nobody on the bench. The light was off. I got on the bench. Within five minutes, I was banged by all three of the couch guys, plus two more who came in to check it out. Two hours later I returned. The room was vacant, light was on dim. I got into position. Guys passed, looked in, kept going. Two came in, turned off the light, and mounted up for full-on fucking on the couch, which drew viewers. They lasted a couple of minutes. Then, everybody cleared out. Nobody even groped my ass. It’s a crap shoot. @PigBoyDallas is correct - it’s about numbers. As long as you’re there and making yourself available to the men passing through, some will eventually choose you. The less picky you are, the better your luck will be.

I met this guy on sniffles Hr said he was a top but never would bareback Only condom . He had a nice big dick so I thought why not. he came over and his dick was even better in person. We made out and then he opened the condom getting ready to fuck me he rubbed his bare dick on my ass and I could hear the condom open he we not in my ass and it just felt funny. I looked and saw the condom on the bed He was in me raw. He fucked me for a while till I heard he groan He then shot his load in my ass i asked him what happened He said he just do excited that he ditched the condom worked for me

PART 2 – Whoring out Alex (Note: there are a variety of moments that occur over the next few days/weeks where, looking back, I want to smack myself for being naïve, unaware, or just insane in my decision making. It’s not to say that I’m not still all of those things, but definitely see my growth from these days in 2015.) Thursday after the sex party, I got a text from Alex and honestly, I wasn’t expecting one. My general experience with each group participant was that generally, things were amicable but that folks back-burnered each other for future PNP scenarios – less typical was becoming non-PNP friends. I’m not saying this doesn’t happen, but this topic is better left for another post. The text started simply and casually with greetings, and the how-are-yous, and the what-are-you-up tos and I was doing things around my apartment so not really responding quickly to each round of texts. Eventually , Alex asked point black “hey, can I come over and hang out?” It was a few days post party and those that have PNPd before may affirm, your critical thinking and impulse control remains suppressed for several days after. Typically, I address this by knowing this is the case and then forcing myself to evaluate every decision or choice to be sure I’m not making decisions I wouldn’t otherwise. I didn’t really want him to and told him I was planning to go to bed early, about to tell him ‘nah, I’ll pass.” Alex: “Aaaaah, bummer. I’m outside of your building in the back.” WHAT THE FUCK? I started to cross the room to the glass wall with the window which faced the alley. Was he just in the area or had he come here to ambush me with his presence? The neighborhood where I lived was a bunch of multimillion dollar old-money homes and pretty randomly, this brand new 15 unit apartment building. It seemed unlikely that disheveled slow-on-the-uptake Alex would just be over in this part of the area. I look out the window and sure as shit, there is Alex, typing on his phone. Me: “What the hell are you doing here?” and ignoring my question entirely he responded, Alex: “Can I come up?” Had I not remembered the color of Alex’s shirt from the other night, I might have thought he was wearing the same thing, except for this time this mishappen green instead of red but just as massive as the last shirt had been. His jeans looked indentical, not just in style but also the dirt stains. He had a Jansport backpack with him that seemed to be full. As he enters my apartment, I ask him a few questions to try to figure out why he had just barnstormed my apartment and my solitary evening. In my mind I’m thinking how I had just pulled out the Hello Fresh kit for that evening and if I had to share it with him that would mean I wouldn’t have lunch for tomorrow, and this annoyed me so I’m sure my tone was a little aggressive. As before, Alex didn’t seem to process the questions and his responses very narrowly spoke to why he was here but largely meandered in to other topics. I don’t even recall what those were, other than I remember saying something along the lines of “well, that doesn’t really explain things, but let’s move on.” I didn’t want to stand over in the kitchen trying to make small talk with Alex while cooking so I quickly abandoned that and ordered a pizza. Now what? Conversation wouldn’t even fill the next 10 minutes, it was only 530P so there wasn’t really anything to put on for background radiation, and I honestly wasn’t really feeling like hooking up and putting on porn, and I didn’t really want him to stay, so I didn’t want to start a movie. In the middle of some basic bitch question about his week, I remember visibly seeing a light switch in Alex and he went from dopey dude sitting on my couch, to amped up animal ready to fuck. You could see it in his face, and you could just feel it sitting next to him. I’d never see something like this before nor have I since in terms of such a n instantaneous change. Whatever sexual voodoo Alex had mastered, it flipped my switch too. I had been massively horny since the party, had hooked up with several guys since but was still experiencing that hunger for more that cumdumps like me generally feel but which is especially palpable when you’ve had nine dicks fucking you for an extended period and filling you with cum. One or two dicks a night was not going to fill the emptiness so fuck yeah, let’s fucking go! We made out for the first time – we hadn’t during the party at all that I recall. Alex was a good kisser and his mouth and breath tasted clean and like mint gum. I think this sticks out to me because the rest of him was kind of a dirty mess, so the fact his mouth tasted pristine was odd to me. He was a really good kisser and had a style, but adapted well to me and me to him. He ‘d occasionally go really deep with his mouth and tongue and probe the back of my mouth which I love. This went on for about 20 minutes and during this time we had taken off our jeans and shirts – I had briefs on which Alex quickly got underneath to stroke my dick and occasionally reach between my legs and pretty much with no hesitation, start fingering my hole. He was aggressive and very much determined to do what he wanted to do and I was really fucking loving it. His dick had popped out the hole in the front of his boxer briefs and I swallowed his whole dick all the way down to his balls. Again, I don’t think I had actually touched or really played with his dick up to this point during the party, so it was the first time I realized his dick was really nice. Like a specific – shape and direction, thickness, length, the shape and size of the head. I really wish I had a picture of it but I didn’t find one. I was raging with testosterone and lust for his dick at this point both because I was horny already, but also because of the contract between Dopey “doesn’t seem to know what’s going on” Alex and the Perfect Dicked “I know what I want and I’m going to take it” Alex. We were temporarily interrupted when UPS knocked on the door to deliver a package and when I got back to the couch he said “wanna get high?” Ahhhh fuck! Here we go. It was a school night was about as far as I got trying to come up with excuses not to when I just said “yes.” We kept going on the couch for a while when Alex pulled away, and again, in a tone and manner of speaking notably different than Dopey Alex laughed and said, “So are you just a bottom?” I had topped several times, but it wasn’t my preference and certainly not when there were any drugs involved. He accepted this and didn’t push me but did start talking about the times he had bottomed which had mostly been at bathhouses, how he didn’t understand why people assumed he was a top but that he sort of just went with the flow and finally, how he had jerked off thinking about how much he loved watching me get fucked during the party. I remember feeling like he was sincerely complementing and feeling good. He was also saying clearly in his words amplified by the longing tone he had talking about it, “I really want to do that too.” Conversational break was over and Alex stood up and pulled me up by the arm with him. He rounded the corner to my bedroom and came back with the lube, and moved the small side table on the side of the couch across the room. Again, the confident way he was moving was just different. He bent me over the arm of the couch and got on his knees behind me. This was the first time he had rimmed me. I know he didn’t during the sex party because no one really did and I definitely would have felt his facial hair. I most certainly felt his facial hair now, which for those that love to be rimmed, is fucking wonderful. It amplifies to me everything that’s happening and makes me squirm and shake and makes me even hornier for dick as it continues. He applies plenty of lube to my hole and his dick. As sometimes is the case after you have long sessions or lots of dick, my hole was still a bit tighter than it typically was and Alex’s dick wasn’t massively thick, but thick enough it wasn’t something I could just slide in. He pushed in in a way that was neither gentle nor unforgiving – he went in one smooth stroke all the way down to the base all at once and I remember moaning very loud because it happened all at once and my hole was suddenly spread completely around the base of his dick. He kept his dick there for what felt like minutes and moved his hips around, but keeping his dick buried all the way in. The feeling was so powerful that I almost felt I couldn’t take a breath and I loved it. His time spent there was clearly meant to open me up further, as he kept pushing my hole open with his deck, up, down, left, right , in a circle…whoa. He was a hole master! We fucked for about 15 or 20 minutes and it was really good. Some tops just pump in and out, some spend a lot of time doing acrobatics to the point where you don’t have any clue what’s going moment to moment. Alex combined both. He’d pump for stretches of time in and out and pound my hole, and occasionally would stop to work my hole differently, either balls deep and stretching, or with the head of his dick. I do recall at a couple different moments turning my head back to look at him and every time, he was transfixed on the porn that had been put on, which was odd because it was fully occupying his attention and yet, he was delivering anything but a pre-programmed fuck. I don’t know that I could have fully transfixed on porn while doing what he was doing to me. I think it peeved me a little bit but then he kept fucking me and eventually, picked up pace and shot his load in me. I don’t always feel the spray of cum inside of my ass - I don’t know why, but I remember moaning that I could and did feel every single spurt of cum in my hole. It felt great. We both cleaned up a little bit, I put on shorts and came out to the living room where Alex was sitting in his boxer shorts, staring a little blankly at the porn. Master of Hole Alex has seemingly vanished as fast as he had appeared, and Dopey Alex. It was insane. I asked of he wanted a glass of water and with a brief pause responded along the lines of “What, oh yeah. Sure” Again, what the fuck? I turned off the porn and put something on TV. It was around 1030P, I was tired and sleepy and it wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. Alex was starting blankly at the TV screen, there wasn’t really any conversation happening, and I asked something like “so what do you have going on for the rest of the night” to which his response was “can I stay the night?” I resigned to him staying, he jumped in the shower and we got in to bed and went to sleep. 6A. I got out of bed and made sure Alex was awake and grabbed him a clean shirt before getting in the shower. I got out of the bathroom about 10 minutes later and Alex was still in bed, and somewhat frustrated said, “hey, you need to get the fuck up. I have to leave soon which means you’re leaving soon.” He slowly and reluctantly got out of bed at a speed that I could never achieve even if I were frozen solid. We made it out of the house, Alex said he didn’t have a car but also didn’t need a ride, and down the street he strolled while I went off to my day. Over the next two weeks, Alex texted a few times and each time asked if I wanted to hang out. Based on the previous two experiences and his recurring pattern of lingering a bit too long, each time I made excuses why I couldn’t. They weren’t always lies but I was definitely doing my best to avoid him. The sex was good, but it was one-off and I really didn’t know if it was just drug fueled or something he could repeat, but I didn’t need a live-in non-boyfriend. At the end of the third week, I get another text from Alex. It was later on a Friday night and I had definitely come from some happy hour with friends and was more than a little tipsy when the message arrived. I had made it home and was horny, and was probably frustrated with the lack of ready to go tops on BBRT. Oh, if I were better at navigating these moments of weakness. He showed up a while later looking like he would, slightly disheveled with another ugly shirt on. He cut almost immediately through the chit chat and asked if he could see my toy bag. (Note: at some point during the sex party, I failed to mentioned that I had gone to my closet and grabbed my duffle bag full of sex stuff – dildos, plugs, a variety of restraints, collars, cockrings, etc. There was little use of any of this during the sex party, but it had clearly caught Alex’s attention). I set it down on the couch in front of him and watched he just sort of looked at the bag. There was no touching or foreplay occurring so I wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen next – was he going to grab things out and use them on me or on himself? It turns out he was curious. He unzipped the bag and began picking up individual items one by one and asking questions like “you’ve had this in our hole” holding up my largest dildo, or “damn, doesn’t this hurt” holding up one of the buttplugs you use only when getting to the heavier types of ass play. There were a few things he couldn’t identify like a leather cockring that had straps which separated your balls, and a metal ass grommet. He grabbed one of my leather collars and went to wrap it around his arm and I laughed a little and told him it was a collar and helped him put it on. It felt out of nowhere when he said, Alex: “Have you ever been to ClubZ?” I briefly share with him a few lightweight stories of ClubZ and emphasized some of the key differences between Z and Steamworks, namely that ClubZ had much more obvious drug use obvious in the behavior of the patrons and that Steamworks generally had a greater “safe-sex” contingent where as at ClubZ you might struggle to find a condom even if you wanted one. Alex: “I have had fun there but the rooms are so small and cramped.” I had only ever rented the Sling TV room (room 408) which was the biggest and largest of their rooms. I had been the next two tiers of rooms which were equivalent to your normal room at bathhouse. Twin sized cot, a room about double the width of that. I did not realize until Alex described the rooms he had been that there were three classes of rooms below the top three which were truly like capsules. The room was the size of the mattress with nowhere to really stand on the ground, there were no TVs and because they had fit these rooms in to odd places, often had unusually low ceilings. Some you actually had to crawl through a large cubby hole versus a door to get in to. By comparison room 408 was a palace. It was their largest room equipped with a King Size mattress, a sling that could be used over the mattress or raised, ample floor space, a cross, and a TV. I didn’t know where anything was headed at this point, but buzzed and horny, I shifted my energy quickly towards taking control over what would happen next that evening. Alex kept looking at me for more details of what I had done at ClubZ, what were the guys like, how long I had stayed, etc. and while I was fine telling him about these things I didn’t want to sit on the couch telling stories all night. As he had before, I asked him if he wanted to get high and as before we did. Whether because of that, or because I had determine my role for the evening, I grabbed the remote and turned on the porn again, and looked at him and directly and with no tone of doubt I was serious said to Alex, Me: “Alex, take your fucking clothes off.” I went to the bathroom and grabbed two jock straps and began undressing with Alex. I threw the jock at him and told him to put it on. I started asking him if he had been to the dark room or the fuck bench to bottom. I told him that with his looks and body it would be easy to get fucked by a bunch of guys. Not only had he never ventured in to these areas, but he said he had hangups if they weren’t attractive white guys in the range of 20-40’ish. He couldn’t really articulate why – it wasn’t really a racial thing, and he had found guys older than his age range attractive but still wouldn’t mess around with them. The no loads refused cumdump in me with my slightly impaired thinking saw this as a condition that needed a cure and my mind went instantly to figuring out ways to make him relinquish himself fully and without qualification. I told him as I had learned from others that if you’re a good bondage dom that when you were exposing your sub to new experiences, you needed to communicate to them what was happening – not in a way that communicated choice in the matter but at its core, set expectations for what was next. I explained that I was going to restrain him to help him get used to what it felt like and at each step explained what I was doing. I asked him to think of a safe word. As a sub, my expectation was that he would only beg for things he really wanted, thank me and others for thinks that had been done to him, be verbal during sex, ask for water or a break, or, if whatever was happening or he needed to remove himself from the situation for any reason, he could use a safe word. I don’t remember what it was, but he chose one and seemed relaxed. His ankles were cuffed and chained to each other, as were his wrists, leaving his hole somewhat open based on the way he was sitting. He had the jock on. I asked him how he felt about taking pictures and he expressed no real concern other than he’d like to have his face more covered. I retrieved a Nasty Pig baseball l cap and red bandana from my room. The hate went on backwards and the bandana was made in to a blindfolded in in no time, he was restrained, blindfolded, and looking like he was relaxed while confined. It was time to start work on his hole. I stood on the couch/ in front of him at first and stuck my dick in his mouth. At first I let him move his head on my dick and then pushed him back and began to fuck his face, slowly and shallow at first before deepening and eventually shoving my whole dick in and all the way to the back of his throat, causing him to cough. He did not want to stop though and tried to raise his hands to grab my hips and I think at that point realized he had limited mobility. The next hour was spent working on Alex’s hole – and admittedly, I was not as slow or gentle as I could have been. There were a few moments where Alex moaned or said ‘slow day” and I would briefly pause and then continue. The smallest dildo turned in to the medium one, and then I tried one of the largest. This large one had a fat head and was thick and though Alex initially pushed back and struggled to open, the tip finally went in and I was able to get it two-thirds of the way in. His words and his voice indicated he was enjoying it but as with most experiences like this, it was overwhelming. I pulled out the dildo a little while later, pulled down his jock, and put the shoved the lubed up Fleshjack down on his dick. I’m surprised given the giant moan he made and the way he arched his back that he didn’t shoot his load right then. After the dildos, I played around with a few buttplugs and as many do, once it was inside, he didn’t want it to ever leave, and he struggled as I pulled both out of him. It was so hot to watch. I had stopped using the Fleshjack and was instead slapping his dick and balls gently while playing with the buttplugs. Each time I would remove everything completely from his hole, he would whimper and tell me he wanted more. In honest review, he really did do a great job – he went from struggling against a tiny dildo at first to being able to open his hole for a medium-effort buttplug in a short amount off time. He had one of those very adaptable holes. We got high again and I removed Alex’s blindfold so he could watch the “Aaron’s Pozzing Gang Bang” TIM scene where Aaron’s only dream is to be blindfolded and bred by a group of poz men so he could be pozzed. Alex was very turned on by this and said “it would be really hot to be him” We paused and got high again, and I removed his blindfold while the TIM "Aaron pozzing gang bang" started, with the text that read how Aaron always wanted to be pozzed by a group of men. Some time around midnight , near the end of the scene, fueled by what I know call my “alpha energy” and other things, I told Alex to get up and get dressed. “You wanna go to ClubZ?” His answer was very clear. I told Alex to rinse off quickly but not worry about his hole. I did the same. Alex told me he wanted to bring a few things from the toy bag, so I grabbed those things and made a go bag with some fresh clothes, a few snack bars, lube and poppers . I grabbed one of the permanent markers I kept in my nightstand. We skated through the simulated bag check at ClubZ and I requested the Sling Room. By luck, they were cleaning it right then from the previous guests. I bought one of the douche kits and moments later we were in the room getting organized and ready for the evening. After heading to the shower area, it was only about 30 minutes before we were in the sling room. I adjusted the sling height slightly and then asked Alex to get up in the sling. He had bene in one before but I told him we were going to make it similar to what we had done on the couch back at my place. I chained his wrist restraints slightly behind him to the chains of the sling, and did similar to his ankles. Obviously, this left him with no ability to resist. All the time I left his blindfold off so he could see what was happening. I grabbed the permanent market and carefully wrote ‘CUM DUMP’ across his chest with an arrow pointing downward to his hole. His collar was finally restrained back loosely and the baseball cap was put back on. The last thing was to blindfold him, a small action that seemed to make thins very real for Alex all at once. He softly jerked from side to side to see how much he could move. Realizing he couldn’t he said, he asked to have a moment to adjust, and after a moment I told him we were ready. I reassured him I would not be leaving the room at any point, and I would be there 100% of the time to make sure was safe. He kept moving and squirming trying to find some movement in the restraints. He asked for more T and I gave him some and did some myself. He continued to say “almost ready” and then ask for a few more minutes and after about ten minutes, he finally stopped moving. Me: “Are you ready?” Alex: “Yes. Yes. I hope so! Yes!” Anyone that goes to ClubZ draws a certain amount of attention upon arrival, especially if they are particularly in shape and not daily regulars. This described Alex and I and I noticed as we walked up the stairs when we got there people scoping us out. Notably, I had made Alex wear the collar from the apartment so I’m sure many of the guys were already pegging him as the bottom. When I finally opened the door to the room, there were a few people lingering on the landing and a few seemed ready to fuck – they had probably been wondering for the entire time whether we were just there to play with each other or were eventually going to engage with others. The goal here with Alex and his goal was to get fucked by a bunch of guys. I had learned my lesson over the years that when in a bathhouse, you strike when the irons hot. If someone is willing to engage, engage them. Don’t back-burner them while you look for something else. This is why no-loads-refused bottoms had the most fun and if you weren’t quite there in your head, why a blindfold could help. The first guy to walk to the door happened to be a tall black guy. He walked up, stated more than asked “can I come in” and entered the room. I had seen him there before. He walked in and makes some comments about Alex looking hot in the sling and Alex started to try and engage in conversation, “what’s your name?” was all he got out before we told Alex not to worry about it. A black guy was definitely not what Alex was wanting, but thankfully for Alex, this guy didn’t not have a massive dick to start the night. The black guy lubed up and began to fuck Alex who like before, whimpered with each stroke of the guys dick. Alex was definitely enjoying himself so I walked to the door to see what other trade was within earshot. There was a group of three guys that seemed to be there together who wanted to go after the black guy finished. I waved them in to the room while the black guy continued to fuck Alex. These three were much more Alex’s desired types. I think two guys were good looking white guys and the thirds was more olive complected but not Latino – maybe Italian? I couldn’t tell. The four of us made out and sucked each other in various combinations. The non-white White guy was verbal which is always a turn-on for me and while I was down sucking one of the dicks kept on with “suck that fucking dick” and “choke that fag” and a variety of other really hot encouragements -which continued for about 5 more minutes when we heard the black guy say something along the lines of "I'm gonna cum" at which point he pumped a load in to Alex who was still whimpering just the same as he had been. The guy pulled out and Alex said something “holy fucking shit man.” The black dude vanished. I don’t even recall seeing him get off the bed. And the Verbal Guy quickly got up on the bed and one of the other guys got up as well and approached Alex’s face. Getting fucked in the face and his ass at the same time was definitely a level-up for Alex and initially he struggled to figure out how to turn his head but eventually settled in to a rhythm with two dicks in him simultaneously. Alex continued his whimpers though now muffled from the dick in his mouth. Thrupple 1 got louder with his words and kept talking about breeding Alex’s slut hole and asking him how he liked to have his pussy creamed. I remember him using the word pussy a lot, which I sometimes use, but not as often as this guy. Thrupple 1 continued to pump in and out as he came, and then gave Alex one final balls deep blast and pulled out rather quickly. “Fuck him” he said to Thrupple 2 who did exactly that. He was slightly slower in motion I think because he was already close to coming and sure enough, after a little over than a minute, Thrupple 2 came in Alex. All the while, Thrupple 3 was standing in the corner jerking off and I sort of motioned to him that he was next, but he shook his head and told me he had just cum. Thrupple 1 had come up behind me and started pawing my chest from behind and I could feel that his dick was still fully. He pushed my back forward just a little but and pushed his dick in with pretty much expert aim and I was a little shocked he managed it. “Now you have some of that nut inside his hole’ and pulled out. The Thrupple was done and said “ catch ya later” and made their way to the door which had four guys blocking it standing shoulder to shoulder. The moved aside for the Thrupple and I asked the guys who wanted to go next. At this point I realized that I’d never really engaged this much at a bathhouse ever. I was most often in Alex’s position, or taking dick from someone random behind me, never really making conversation. No here I was walking around and engagement people, encouraging them to take their turn on the cumdump Alex. The next couple of guys came in, fucked Alex, and came in his hole followed by another after that. At this point, I don't think Alex knew what dick or who was in him - he certainly didn't after a few more because he said something like "are your friend still here?" to the guy fucking him, presumably talking about the Thrupple earlier. He hadn't realized there had been several other people in there since then. Several guys would walk in and watch, some would fuck his face while he was getting fucked, I would suck or make out with some of them. Some of the guys came and some of them just fucked him for a while without cumming. During this time I kept Alex hydrated and let his legs down a few times so he could stretch his legs. Each time I asked him if he wanted to keep going and he said he did. I broke out of the sex has of it all when at some point, the guy come over the loud speaker to say that rooms X, Y Z were nearing checkout and I walked over to the lock box closet to grab my phone and see what time it was. I think we were meant for checkout around 8-9A and we still had several hours left. Alex was in the sling and not getting fucked so I told him I was going to the bathroom and would lock the door and would be right back. On the way back, I saw two people I had seen at ClubZ before and after some chit chat asked them if it was worth sticking around so late/early on Saturday morning, because there was definitely less activity than there was during the first few hours and I didn't want to stay there and be bored. They unanimously agreed that it WAS worthwhile to stay and said there have been quite a few times where surprisingly a new rush of guys shows up in the early morning hours. Maybe it's the pre-weekend shift trade crowd? I took them for their word and headed back to Alex. Alex was surprisingly energetic given he had just been fucked a ton. He was still bound to the sling and seemed comfortable like he was watching a movie in a recliner. I raised the blindfold and detached his wrists and told him to relax for a little bit. He was not clear about what had happened prior to this and though he knew there were other guys fucking him, he had this impression that the Thrupple had been there the whole time. I remember similar sensory things happening when I was in his position. He indicated he wanted to stay a while longer but also told me to keep asking if he wanted to go because he wasn't sure if how long he could go. I think at this point there were maybe 2 or 3 more guys that came by and fucked him, and I think only one of them came. The crowd at this point was definitely high and the "early morning" crowd did appear but I think were completely sober so maybe a bit overwhelmed by the scene in our room and were probably looking for something less elaborate than a guy in a sling. I eventually unbound Alex from the sling and told him to relax and take his time getting down and just chill for a bit. I locked the door and went a grabbed two waters from the vending machine and brough them back Alex drank his plus half of mine. "Holy shit!" he kept saying again alternating with "Fuck!" sitting up on the bed and looking dazed. The "CUM DUMP" on his chest was still there. I packed up, we both got dressed and I prepped Alex for leaving reminding him we were going to be walking out and it was at least somewhat light at this point and that we were going to be hopping in an Uber. I know the feeling of leaving in the daylight, having just been blindfolded for hours in an altered state and I didn't want him to have any anxious feelings, especially because we clearly looked like we had been partying and probably smelled like sex and would be around a stranger. We made it to my place and Alex jumped in the shower and I did afterwards. When I came out Alex was semi jerking himself with no porn or anything at all, and looked like he was starting to feel the impacts of what he had done. I didn't bother asking if he wanted to stay given the previous two times, and he said he just wanted to sit on the couch for a while and watch porn. He was cold so I grabbed some blankets and we both sat there just a little dazed. He'd occasionally say "holy shit" or "fuck" and then start asking a question like, "so what did they..." and "who was the guy that said..." and I tried to answer as much as I could. I could tell he wanted to ask me whether or not all of the guys had been “attractive white guys” in his age range but I think he knew at that point they hadn’t been. He did at one point play with his hole a little bit and I don’t think he’d ever felt it feel that way before. He would occasionally look over at me and smile a little and seemed pretty content. “Thanks for doing that with me” he said and then asked if I had fun. I told him I had a great time, and was happy that he felt good about the experience. It was sunny as fuck that morning and we never really fell asleep, maybe dozed for a bit. At some point I realized I was hungry as hell, so was Alex, and he was willing to go out to breakfast. We got dressed, I gave him a pair of cheap sunglasses and we went to one of my spots I went to when I didn’t really want to be seen. We were both obviously in a haze and Alex wasn't much of a conversationalist anyway so we ate rather quickly and walked back to my apartment a few blocks away. I asked where his car was and he said he hadn't driven here. I asked if he needed me to drive him somewhere, and he said he would just walk. I gave him a bottle of water for the walk, asked him again if he needed a ride, then told him to stay hydrated. He grabbed his backpack and walked out. That was the last time I ever saw Alex. Some random that just three weeks earlier had shown up at my house for an unplanned sex party where I was the cumdump. The guy who told me he had fantasized about doing what he had seen me doing. And who allowed me - a guy who up to that point largely was only a cumdump and often submissive - to dominate him. I texted him a few times over the next week just to check in and see if he was okay and he responded with his typically short answers. Yes, he was okay. He also made comments alluding to how he had enjoyed that night and had thought about it since. I remember feeling like he had walked away feeling like he had fulfilled a fantasy and had fun. The conversation just sort of fizzled out and I never received another text from him asking if I wanted to hang out. And at this point, I had moved on. He wasn't ever going to be someone I would pursue for a relationship or any kind, I wasn't very curious about knowing more about him, so eventually he just sort of faded in to the background. And it wasn't until seeing these pictures that I even remembered he existed, or that this night had occurred, or that it was connected to this wild sex party I inadvertently hosted. Only because I've always been that guy who takes a shit ton of pictures and stores them in the cloud was I able to piece this back together, via a series of photos before during and after the sexy party and before during and after the Club Z night with Alex. They say a picture is worth 1000 words – in this case two pictures have generated quite a few more. As I said at the beginning of this, I’ve unearthed a lot more pictures that bring back memories that I’ve long since forgotten. I look forward to unpacking each of them slowly but surely and working to remember what I can and writing about them – it was both interesting and therapeutic for me. And as for the sex party and the night with Alex, what a fucking memory! -------------------------------------------- (POST NOTE: Also featured in pictures was a night at my apartment with one of my best friends a few weeks after the night with Alex. I made dinner, we wore pajamas, and drank and watched movies talking about our lives. He's one who I share everything with, and I remember telling him about this guy Alex and the wild night and mentioned casually that he kept staying over. My friend perked up and asked me what I meant, and I explained. My friend looked me dead in the face and said, "Dude, do you think he might be homeless. XXXX (our mutual friend) had the same thing happen with this guy for a few weeks and eventually the guy said he was homeless." I don't know if that is the case, but it makes a lot of sense and honestly, if I had known this, I would have expressed compassion in a different way, it just didn't occur to me that he might be. )

Cheating is hot AF from either direction

HPV can also cause anal cancer, although I think it's a different strain of the virus than the ones that cause warts. I haven't been diagnosed with HPV, but I and my doctors assume that I have it since I had anal cancer. No warts though. If you ever have bright red blood come out when you poo, get checked out.

Out here in the rural area we live in, action is not something you run across too often. For weeks I’ve been chatting with a trucker who’s married to a woman and claims she knows he likes to fuck and breed boy pussyhole. recently I started working out again and while I am as far as mars from being ripped, I am feeling better about myself and almost 46, I find myself comparing myself to those two twinks and jocks on only fans. so I finally agreed and was waiting for him on all 4s. Had just changed my cheeks and honestly my hole is something super special as it’s very warm and tight even at this age. he took down his pants and in minutes I was swallowing him balls deep and that’s where the hottest thing comes to play. He had these super thick low hanging balls that hit my chin and then slapped against my hole. he got a good rhythm going and even commented we should make a sound video it was so hot. He rewarded me with a HUGE MASSIVE WET load…. my bed smells like it right now. Gotta wash the sheets before hubby returns o. Sunday….

I am a submissive bottom, have been wanting to be castrated since I was a teenager. Seriously looking to have my balls and sac removed!

I was stuck at dallas airport for 8 hours trying to travel for july 4th. I started chatting with a guy about two hours in but he was a bottom and said he only wanted to suck no recip so I passed. A little after the airport was pretty dead between flights so I hit him up and asked if he was still interested. There was a bathroom near security that no one was really hanging around. So we meet up in the handicap stall and he starts sucking me. He's a daddy type and definitely knew how to suck. After 5 minutes finally another person walked in which kind of ruined his blowjob cause he wasn't trying as hard after so he would be more quiet. I was getting hornier so I reached around and stuck my hand down his pants and played with his ass. When I did that he pulled his pants all the way down and turned around for me to fuck him. I wasn't really planning on it but I was close. I had enough precum to slide in but it dried up really quick so I came ASAP before it got too sticky. He told me to leave right then since the bathroom was empty and I left him to clean up. I guess my gate was on the opposite side because I didn't see or talk to him after that.

This is tricky to take apart. Your premise is that they seek to devalue another because their own self-value is low, therefore they increase their self-value by comparison with those they devalue below it. But imagine that an Alpha Male has a strong self-image and self-value (whether merited or not) to which he fully subscribes, and draws from it a certain sense of superiority and entitlement. To him, he is not compensating for some inferiority; he simply is at the pinnacle of masculinity. To him, this worldview is confirmed and reinforced when he encounters males who submit to him, and the more completely they submit, the stronger the confirmation. It may become a positive reinforcement loop to dominate other men in increasingly forceful ways, each time more clearly demonstrating how wonderfully Alpha he is, how powerful, how entitled. He may, then, value these lesser males for their lesser value, and paradoxically may wish to degrade them further in order to increase their value as tokens to illustrate his greater value. This may begin to border on the sociopathic, taken to an extreme, but it does not necessarily stem from deep-seated low self-esteem or shame. To be honest, although I don’t acknowledge another man’s superiority over my intellect, or as a human being, I recognize other men’s sexual superiority over me as an aspect of our physical, masculine natures. There are times when I gain great fulfillment from watching a man use me in a degrading way, breeding me like an animal, calling me a whore, but seeing him glow with pride that he has been as male as he was made to be, and that the Universe has proven once again that he’s supposed to be on top. I don’t need to be on top. I’m fine in a heap on the ground with my cunt gaping, leaking his seed, because the Universe proved something to me, too, at the same time, that I belonged on the end of his cock, being used the way he used me. That’s not a sign of my low self-esteem either.

Get ready for your gift as here it comes.

Mine after a raw session with a BBC.

This writing is entirely a product of imagination. Nothing is true and this does not encourage risky sexual behavior. Chapter 5 - Muscledude's Unprotected Hole Robert and David have been together for 6 years and of that time 4 years poz. Both Robert and David are both really muscular and spend a lot of time in the gym. Robert is 45 years old and David is 24 years old. David and Robert started dating when David was only 18 years old. Two years later, they got married and had a memorable and hot honeymoon in Brazil. Robert and David love sex and love showing off their muscular bodies. During their two-week honeymoon in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, they had sex with countless new men every day. Robert and David toured Rio's gay saunas and cruising areas for two weeks. Although both men are more tops, especially David's hole was tender and swollen after a two-week honeymoon. Brazilian men were hot for a muscular 20 year old all white guy. Both grooms had given and received countless loads during the two weeks. All bare. Two weeks after the trip, first Robert developed a fever and then David. They both received HIV as a gift from their honeymoon. Every year on their wedding day, Robert and David take a trip and reminisce about their honeymoon. They have already visited Berlin, Tokyo, Cairo and most recently Mexico City. At each location, local men happily accept Robert and David's sperm and seed their holes. For two months now, Robert and David have been fucking Roy, a 30-year-old muscular dude they met at the gym. Roy often works out at the gym with his husband. But Robert and David noticed some time ago how Roy always winked in their direction. One time Roy's husband was nowhere to be seen, so David went to talk to Roy. David made sure Roy could see the cock bulging under his shorts. After a while, Robert and David went to the locker room and the gym's sauna to relax after training. It didn't take more than a moment when they heard the sound of the shower and right after that Roy was standing at the door of the sauna with a towel on his hip. Robert and David had sat so that the only place for Roy was between the men. Roy climbed onto the top bench and sat between the men. Robert rubbed his muscles and hummed with pleasure. Robert opened his towel on his hip so that Robert's thick cock was exposed. Robert also rubbed his cock and moaned some more. David also opened his towel and revealed his luscious cock to Roy. Robert grabbed Roy's hand and led it to his own cock. Roy didn't resist and grabbed Robert's hard cock. David put his hand behind Roy's neck and guided Roy's face towards his crotch. Willingly, Roy opened his mouth and let David's cock slide deep into his throat. Robert had already put his hand on Roy's ass and slid his finger towards Roy's hole. "Please stop, I can't", said Roy startled. It turns out that Roy and the husband had a monogamous relationship, so Roy shouldn't be in this situation. Between two juicy cocks. "Okay, we're going home to fuck. It's nice if you come along. But that's entirely up to you. You're welcome!” said Robert and went to take a shower. David followed Robert. David and Robert were already dressed when Roy came out of the shower. "Wait, I'll go with you". On the way, Roy said that he had never cheated on his husband, even though he has a constant desire to have a stranger's cock in his ass. Once there, David and Robert undressed Roy right away. Robert offered his own cock for Roy to suck. David bent down to eat Roy's married hole. When Roy's hole was wet enough, David began to rub his cock on the hole. Roy demanded a condom for David. The men explained to Roy that they were just fucking bare, but it's completely safe because both men's viruses are undetectable. Roy was shocked to hear that both men are poz. David resolutely stated that it's bare or not at all. And pulling out is not an option, because if you fuck, the juices are always injected deep into the hole. Cheating muscle dude Roy was too horny. He couldn't refuse anymore. He could only say to David "Breed me". Both men fucked the cheater Roy in every possible position. Both cummed in Roy's hole twice. Every week, Roy would cheat on his husband once or twice at David and Robert's. Sometimes the men also quickly fucked Roy in the gym's sauna. Only in the weeks when David and Robert had a Thursday club meeting did they not fucked Roy. Because they were of meds. They did tell Roy what it was about. Roy listened in amazement that some willingly take poisonous sperm in their holes. Roy's own cock stood stone-faced when David told how they had gangbanged and inseminated 25-year-old Eric at John and Michael's and most recently a 35-year-old blindfolded parish priest at William and James's. Roy stared horny at the video of Max's gangbang, where Max begged for poz loads while blindfolded. The video caused Roy to shoot sperm with no hands.

Abbott and DeSantis grab up a bunch of newly arrived immigrants, lie to them about what their options are, herd them onto buses and planes, and forcibly take them to other states. That's such a far cry from what the Biden administration is doing (and remember, it's the FEDERAL government's job to make and enforce immigration policy, not some whackadoodle fuckwad governors who want to seal up the bigot anti-immigrant vote) that it's not even in the same universe. I do agree that some sort of amnesty program ought to be part of the solution, but you'll NEVER get the red state officials to sign on to that; all they understand is PUNISH, probably because they were beaten as children by toxic abusive parents and think punishment is the only way you can teach anyone anything. As for the minefield thing: there's a reason civilized countries ban their use. And as for the military: we use our military to enforce borders *sparingly*, between two adversarial parties. We aren't adversaries with Mexico or Canada, although if some moron president as stupid as Hair Furor was ever gets elected again, we might end up at war with either or both, probably for a policy like that.

Prefer poz guys myself

I love being recorded. It’s so hot knowing I can watch it all later or share the video or pictures with others.

My roommate had recorded us while he was fucking me doggie style. I was surprised that he had. I didn’t know until over a year later.

PART FIVE It was a combination of happiness & relief when I turned around and saw the sexy tatted guy from before standing in front of me, his fingers still in my arse. I was so relieved, and let's face it, high & horny, that I wrapped my arms round his neck and started making out with him. During the blowbang I didn't kiss anyone & I'd never kissed a guy properly before so here I was, having my first ever passionate kiss with a guy while I was being filmed for a gay site. His cock was rock hard between us as we continued to kiss and he drove his fingers deep into my arse, working them in & out. It kinda hurt a bit as he worked his fingers deeper but I was loving it so much even though the poppers were wearing off. He REALLY knew what he was doing! "Looks like someone's happy to see you again Tim!" I heard Seth laugh. I broke off from our kiss, "Hey I'm not the only one!" and started stroking Tim's long hard dick as I started to kneel down while he turned the shower off. I couldn't help myself, I needed that cock in my mouth again. "That's my good little faggot, get my big dick good & wet so I can claim that arse of yours." I knew I railed against being called a fag earlier by one of the other guys, but Tim had such a calming presence I just wanted to make him so happy. "God you're so good at that baby. That'll do for the moment, I don't wanna cum too soon. Now get up & turn around for me." I did as he said, presenting him my arse. "Mmmmm, you've been giving it a good soaping up too, wanting to get it ready for your man." He tapped me to take some more poppers as he brought the cameraman closer. "Get a good look at this hole mate, because it's gonna look totally different in a few minutes' time." I'd taken a few hits as he was saying that so I couldn't help but push back as he inserted three fingers into my arse to brace himself while he was standing up. The anticipation was overwhelming me, I needed his cock so bad! "Put your hands against the wall Cody, and lean over as far as you can." I did as he said while he roughly pulled his fingers out. It hurt a little, but my need for his dick surpassed that. I looked back just in time as he was slowing pushing the head of his dick inside me. I was too far gone to care that he didn't have a condom on, I was just enjoying the feeling of my hole slowly being filled. I was moaning out of pain & pleasure at the same time. Tim had taken the one hand he was using to guide his cock into me and now had both hands on my hips so he could get as deep as he could. And I wanted him all the way in. He told me to stand up properly and I could feel his pubes against my arse. "ALLL the way into my little bottom faggot!" he announced and Seth & the crew cheered. I could feel his hot breath against my ear and he whispered into it, "Now I've fucked so many arses in my lifetime and I know a virgin when I'm in one. This is your first time isn't it?" I nodded. "I thought so, so I'm gonna make sure you never forget it!" and with that, he pulled my face back into a deep kiss and started pounding me from behind. I was shocked at how good it felt to have a cock inside me, I'd heard about the sensitivity of the prostate & stuff but the absolute pounding Tim was giving my arse was that to the nth degree! I couldn't help but groan my pleasure as he fucked me. I leant my face back towards him for another kiss and he spat into my open mouth, "You need to know your place fag, and that is to lean over further for me." He pulled my legs back a bit & I braced myself against the shower wall for him. I'd seen so many girls striking that pose before in pornos and here I was doing the same. "Oh fuck yes......I can get even deeper here......won't be long now!" I could hear Tim say as he started driving deeper and harder. The poppers had well & truly worn off by now but the feeling of him deep inside me was all too much & I shot thick ropes of cum onto the shower floor. Seth & the guys started to cheer, telling Tim what I'd done. "Fuck yeah...and that's why I'm the best in the business" he said and held himself hard against my arse. I could feel as his cock pulsed that he was cumming inside me which drew me back to reality a bit. I'd taken this guy without a condom & he'd cum in me?! Given he was one of their regular performers, he'd be making sure he was all clear from anything though. "You're a natural mate, now let's make sure it takes so you're fully converted" he whispered as he withdrew his cock before jamming a couple of fingers roughly into my hole, hard enough it made me jump. What did he mean by that? That I was a total bottom now? "He a good one Tim? I heard Seth ask. "Fucking awesome mate, brought us in another beauty" he said and high fived Seth as he walked past. I wanted to catch up with him but Seth called out to me before I could. "You bend over for us Cody so we can see that freshly seeded hole of yours." I did as I was told, and once again, could feel the camera moving in for a closeup on my arse. "Well Tim was right, it does look a lot different from when he started!" I was expecting to feel some cum dribbling out of my arse but I guess Tim had cum so deep (and with the use of his fingers) it was well inside me. "Looks like there's still some cleaning up for you to do too thanks Cody." I turned round and saw the puddle of my cum on the shower floor. "Be a good boy and clean that up for us." and he motioned for me to get down to lick it up. I felt so degraded, on all fours, arse way up in the air and wide open, looking into the camera as I slurped up the cum from the floor. Fortunately I hadn't been using too much soap so I was just slurping & licking up cum with a bit of water from the shower there too so it wasn't too different from last time. Despite how I was feeling & the thoughts racing through my head I picked up every drop and did my best to smile for the camera when it was all gone. Thankfully the cameraman said he'd got enough & I shakily got to my feet again. END OF PART FIVE

I flagged "keep it at 18" because, yes, times have changed, young people can know more about sex, and early. But together with the twisted 47-years-old guy enjoying dirty chats on bz and of course nasty sex, I'm also a computer professional who knows the danger of unsafe sexting -and sex-... At 12, 13 but even 16, a person still has to understand themselves, especially younger age they might know everything about sex but not having enough parameters to "select" people to trust or not; true, love affection and trust are feelings that are difficult to be learnt even when grown up; but when you are an adult you have more ways to defend yourself. Not in all countries of the world we have proper sex -and digital- education, so, at least age of consent may give a protection apparently. Call me fanatic, or fearful, or something worse, but having seen in person -at work- how an adult can manipulate a minor, well, I'd not agree with a possibility to decrease consent age; if it were up to me, I'd start strict digital education, and sex education, from 10 years old to 20. It's normal to be naive when young, but why should a teen hit the wall if they can prevent it? Sorry, maybe I'm upset after having watched "web of lies" tv show; call me the boring man, I'll accept it LOL. Even at 47, almost 48, I don't send sex-explicit pics on the net, it's my choice and no one has the right to judge me about it; let alone a teen! Teens are confident even without knowing who's on the other side! Then bullying, blackmailing, and even something worse - NO!!! And, notice: I'm the one to get excited reading stories where an older poz guy helps a 18 or 20-years-old naive boy through sexuality thanks to experience. But I hate when those plots lead to forceful acts, stealthing, drugs... Awareness. Always.

Jamal and Darnel took turns fucking Mark and I for the next hour. It was near 8pm when they had bred us twice a piece and Mark and I had cum each just once. Mark in my mouth and me in my hand. I guess no matter what I do. I am the bottom rung. I am the one that will suck and get fucked. If i cum it will be either by my own hand or by someone fucking me just right. I was OK with that Pozzed Cheerleader 6 Mark and I were thoroughly used and abused by Jamal and Darnel. I laid there in the middle of the living room floor with my ass in the air with the butt plug fitter firmly deep in my used ass. Mark had gone to take a shower while Jamal and Dar went to bed. The lights were unceremoniously turned off on me like I was an afterthought. I woke up in the middle of the night cold and stiff from sleeping on the floor and the room was dark. I made my way to my room making sure my phone was charging. I had a 730 class so i still had a couple of hours to sleep. I used them all. I made it through my 730 class and was walking back through the Union when I got a text asking if I was hungry. I did not recognize the number, but I responded back anyway with a ‘yes’. “Go to the bathroom on the erd floor in the western hall!” a text shot back. I started to reply, but another text shot back instantly with… “Don’t think…Do it” I felt chided, but I climbed two flights of steps and made my way down the main hall to the western hall to the lone mens room there. Once I got there another text came telling me to take the middle stall. I hung my book bag on the door. I dropped my shorts and sat on the toilet and was about to text, “now what”, but before I could. I got a “WAIT…you have a 90 minutes before your next class, remove your plug”. Whoever I was talking to knew what I had been through. I sat patiently for just a few moments. When I heard the outer door of the bathroom squeak open and then the inner door. I knew these restrooms were used for cruising, but I never cruised. Well, I guess until today that is. Whoever just walked in took the stall to my right against the wall, he undid his pants and sat down. I carefully watched from the racquetball seized hole in the partition as he stroked his big black dick to near hardness. When suddenly he shoved his cock through the hole. He spoke, “you the white cocksucker?” I answered by swallowing 5 inches of his hard 8 that came through the hole in the wall. I sucked on his thick prick. He moaned his acceptance of my mouth on his cock. He told me to get it wet cause it was going in my ass soon. I still had not recovered from Saturday or Sunday, but I was not going to argue. I just was unsure of being fucked in a pusblic place. I sucked his massive prick slobbering on it as much as I could when he told me to fuck myself on his black wood cock. I barely hesitated before I spun around and backed myself onto his cock. He let out an audible moan of satisfaction as I took as much of his I possibly could. I bounced back on his meat. His breathing was ragged and I soon felt his cock expand and explode filling my ass with his gooey jizz. I felt his cock spasm 5 or 6 times. My ass felt full, but I knew I was not done yet. My anonymous fucker withdrew his massive prick, adjust his pants and was gone. I never knew his name or saw his face. I clenched to hold his load in me. I pushed the plug back into my cunt to keep from leaking and to keep his hot load deep in my ass. I sat down and wondered what I had got myself into, but did not have to ponder long as the outer door opened and shut, and like clockwork the scenario nearly played out the same, but this time. There was no “get to know ya”. This nameless, faceless prick, but equally as large dong but more brown slipped through the gloryhole. I just spun on the toilet seat and started sucking like it was my job. I could hear him moan his approval over the stall wall. I sucked him for a good 5 minutes when he pulled out of the hole and dropped down. Shoved his thick Mexican dick under the stall and told me to squat on it. I could see the scorpion tat with a “+’ sign right by the stinger. I was pretty sure I knew what that meant, but I no longer cared. I pulled the plug once again from my ass. I was getting good at that, and lowered my white ass onto his massive cock. I hovered on his cock, while he slammed into me from under the stall. He drove his cock as deep as he could into me. I forgot for a moment where I was and let out a loud moan that I thought for sure someone outside would hear. I begged him to cum in me. I wanted his tainted seed deep in my bowels impregnating me. I had sweat dripping off of my forehead as I squatted on this nameless, faceless but seemingly positive cock. I begged him to breed me. When I said” fill me with your poz load papi!” He came like a geyser combined with the last guy’s cum. I leaked like a broken faucet. I could feel my ass dripping on his balls. He told me to clean him up. I quickly plunged the plug back into my cummy asshole and licked his cock and balls clean of my ass and his cum. I did not want anyone to walk in on us like that. I looked at my watch and I still had an hour before my next class and another text message telling me that I had two more guys to service. It was now my duty every Monday, Wednesday and Friday between my first and second class to report to this bathroom and service whomever comes and to do whatever they request. I should dress comfortably and be prepared for 4 to 8 loads a day in the morning alone. I had just enough time to finish reading the text when I looked up to see another dark cock being pushed through the hole. I later learned I was servicing some professors on campus who did favors for the football and basketball teams. I did not care most of them had big cocks and could fuck and none of them asked about status. I was just a willing hole for them. They did not want to know who I was and I did not want to know who they were. If they wanted to be known I would find out soon enough. By the time, my class started that morning. I had serviced 5 cocks3 of them took my ass and two orally. They gave me plenty of time to get cleaned up for class, but I still could feel my ass leaking all afternoon. When I had to go to cheer practice and had to face Jamie and Mark. I could all their eyes on me. Even my now ex-girlfriend. I saw her kissing her new ‘friend’ the starting linebacker for the football team. I hoped he was on George’s list to get this year. More to CUM Love the hot email I have jerked off to you guys as much as you have jerked off to my stories. Joey

12. Feel the Burn "Here's hoping you get fertilized," Colby said. "You've got a lot of cum up there." His dickhead popped out of my hole. I could feel how wet my guts were, and every drop was like a hot iron spark. It burnt, and I needed a break. Colby turned to the stranger. "Want a turn?" he asked. "Hell yeah," the stranger said. "Other kid tapped out," he continued. "He's gonna be a lucky boy." "Kenta is his name," Colby said. It felt good that he had remembered my name. "Doesn't really matter, does it?" the stranger said. He pulled his dick out of my mouth. "At least he got me half hard," he said. Colby got up from the sofa where he had been kneeling between my legs. "Take care of my friend here," he said. "I'm sure I'll see you later in the night." I nodded. "I think I need a break," I said. Colby didn't say anything in response, and just disappeared into the foggy darkness around the sofa. The stranger quickly took his place between my legs. "Maybe a break?" I said to him. "Yeah," the stranger said. He turned to his left, into the darkness. The muscles rippled across his body, and drew my gaze down to his flat, ribbed stomach. There was the familiar shape of an inverted pentagram. There was a biohazard tattoo inside it, just above his belly button. I felt like I was the only HIV-negative man in the room. He made a motion into the darkness. He must have been able to see better than I did, because James appeared before his hand was even down. The stranger turned to the hairy young man. "I think my friend needs some Vitamin K," he said. "Of course," James said. Like Colby, he also disappeared out of the circle of light. The stranger turned back to me. "You can call me Sir," he said. I started to speak, but he stopped me. "Names have power. Not tonight." His dick automatically sought out my hole. He was more than hard enough to fuck me. "Did that burn?" Sir asked me. "Yeah," I said. "A lot." "Still?" "Yeah." He kissed me. I hadn't expected that from him. It was an unexpected bit of tenderness. His cock was pressed up against my hole, but he hadn't penetrated me yet. My hole was empty and the white-hot pain had settled down to a gentle, almost arousing throb. I needed another man to fuck me. "You're on prep?" "Yeah. Why?" "Just be sure to take your pills tomorrow." "I try my best. Why?" "The burning. They call it the Devil's burn." "Devil's Burn?" It was scary. But it was also sexy. The throbbing in my hole had some meaning. "Yeah. It means you've got infected sperm in your hole." I froze. I had let HIV+ men cum in me. But I was on Prep, and they were on meds. Then I remembered that I had let a man with unmedicated HIV ejaculate in me. "But it doesn't hurt as much now," I said. The heat had faded. It was now just a dull throb. It almost felt good. A memory of the men that had been inside me. Sir smiled at me. "That's good. It means your body fought it off. Like a little fever. It's when it doesn't stop," he said. "That's when you need to be worried." "But, Prep?" I asked, half rhetorical, half utterly unsure. On some level, it didn't matter. What I had done, I had done, and I loved the feeling of poz daddy dicks fucking me and breeding me with their thick, risky cum. I was in complete sexual bliss, and although I voice reminded me how sore my asshole was, I was going to let Sir fuck it as soon as he wanted. "Prep can help, for sure," Sir said. He had a deep, masculine voice. It was commanding, but caring. I closed my eyes, and listened to him. "But sometimes there's a limit. That's the Devil's Burn," Sir said. "He's got the Devil's Burn?" a new voice said. I opened my eyes, and saw James standing by me. He was holding two more plastic cups, half-filled with orange juice. "This will help it." "I'm sure it will help him power through," Sir said. "That for me?" he asked. "Yeah," James said. James handed me a glass of orange juice, and a pill. "Take this," he said. "It makes the pain feel so much better." "Cheers," I said, tapping the edge of Sir's cup, before putting the nondescript white pill in my mouth. I washed it down with the GHB-infused juice. It tasted just as bad as before. "That's hot," James said. He leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft and full. I could feel how young he was, compared to the other men, even Seth. He was practically my age. "Seeing you take those drugs. All those dicks." "You'll get your turn, boy," Sir said, pulling James off my lips. Sir didn't mean anything by it, since he grabbed the hairy young man and started to kiss him. "He's gonna join the club tonight." "I'll be back in a bit to make sure he's good," James said. He leaned in and kissed me once more. "Devil's Burn," he whispered. "I'm so fucking jealous. All that poz cum." As soon as James pulled off, Sir leaned in and kissed me. His lips were rougher, but his motions were more practiced. He had years of practice to get to this point, and I couldn't resist him. "Please." I moaned. "Fuck me." My hole was throbbing now, but right now, it wasn't the deadly Devil's Burn. It was just my insatiable sexual hunger. It had been bottled up for so long, and the men, drugs, and freedom had unleashed it. "Yeah, boy," the older man said. "Give yourself over to the pleasure. It feels good, doesn't it?" "Pleasure," I muttered. It had been the same word that Colby had used. It felt amazing, Sir's body against mine and his hard cock pressing against my hole. "Fucking pleasure." "Feels so good, doesn't it?" Sir said. He had a glass pipe in his hand. "Ready for it?" he asked. He lit the torch and did a long draw from the pipe. "Pleasure," he said, letting only a tiny bit of the cloud escape from his lips. "Pleasure," I said. He put the pipe in my mouth. I was already far too high. But I couldn't resist another hit from the pipe. I had already started inhaling., but then Sir spoke. "Do it," he said, and exhaled his hit. His command made it essential that I make it a proper hit. "Fucking pleasure," he said, as I continued to suck down the thick cloud. "Now, hold it for me," he said. I just nodded. He did another long hit. His dick was right against my hole. The slightest move by either of it would force it into my hole. It had been very well used over the course of the night and there was no way I could resist his intrusion. "Please?" I said. "Thought you would never ask," he said. He leaned in and kissed me, forcing the rest of the cloud into my lungs. "Nothing better than fucking a hot boy like you. Fucking pleasure." He reached down with one hand, and grabbed on his dick. "Please," I moaned. He held his mouth against mine, keeping me from exhaling the hit. He guided his dick into my ass. I forced myself to relax, and to accept his man's cock into my hole. It was easy; he was hairy and masculine and hot, the perfect comparison to my smooth, boyish body. His cock was just as masculine as the rest of his body. The fat head pressed into my hole, and I struggled not to scream. His cock felt like a white-hot rod, intent on reaming out my ass once and for all. Even with the full weight of his body pressing down on my, I struggled against the traumatic penetration. "Please," I begged him. "Relax," he said. "Just one thing." I forced myself to nod in agreement. I wanted him out of me. It hurt, and I was scared. But his cock was so hard, and I wanted to know what he was capable of doing to me. "Uh," I started. I knew I had to tell him to start. My asshole was burning, and I wasn't going to be able to take another insistent cock. Especially one as thick and as hard as Sir's. "Uh," I said again, unable to even mouth the words. "Just get used to it," Sir said, and sunk another three inches of his dick into me. "You're going to love it." He kissed me again, and the last of his shaft disappeared into my hole. My body tensed up. The pain was intense and almost unbearable. "You can find the pleasure," he said. "Pleasure," he said. "Please," I said. His dick was all the way inside me, and he was huge. "I need a minute." I had never felt so utterly penetrated by a man. "Please," I grunted, struggling to keep from screaming in pain. "Relax," he said. "You love getting fucked. You're going to love this," he said. "Just focus on pleasure," he said. "Focus on the pleasure. Just the pleasure." "Pleasure," I said. I closed my eyes again, trying to concentrate. His dick was sliding in and out of me. It was wet and slippery from all the fluids inside me. "Please," I groaned. I felt so vulnerable. He was fucking me, almost raping me, and as much as I tried to stop it, I couldn't bring myself to deny him the pleasure. "Pleasure," I grunted. I kept my eyes closed and focused. Sir's cock was hard, pushing its way into me. It didn't hurt as much either. Over the next several minutes, he continued to fuck me, and each stroke felt better than the one before. "Please," I finally moaned. "It feels so damn good. Fuck me. Breed me." "That's it, boy," he said. "That's the Vitamin K kicking in." He pushed his dick into me. I knew that this was hurting me, but it didn't bother me. All I could focus on was the pleasure. I might regret it in the morning, but this was perfect. "Now we can really have fun." I ran my hands over his taut, muscular torso. He worked out, but he wasn't overly muscular. It was a compact, powerful body, covered in lovely, thick fur. His nipples were fat and hard, and he moaned as I played with them. I wanted his seed so badly. "Keep it up, boy," he said, as I continued to play with his nips. "Keep it up, and you're gonna get a hot poz load." My hole ached, and it needed another load of sperm. I had taken a pill earlier in the morning, and it meant I didn't care that Sir was infected. "Feels so good." "That's right," he said. "Just pleasure." He had the pipe out again. "Drug-fueled, all-man pleasure." He heated the bowl, and inhaled. I loved watching him smoke. The white flecks of crystal in the pipe matched the grey in his beard, and the powerful drug would loosen the last of our inhibitions. "Fuck," he moaned, exhaling a cloud of crystal. He took another hit. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling it puff out with the drugs. He could suck in massive hits, and I loved his tolerance and endurance. I let my hands drift down, across his flat stomach. I traced out the rays of the pentagram. Colby had one as well. They looked good on the older men. "What's this?" I asked. "Mark of the church," Sir said. Colby had said it was a fraternity. Sir's answer suggested far darker and depraved explanations. "What?" I asked. "Church?" At first, all I thought about was Devil worshippers. I remembered a scene I had read in some barely believable, barely edited piece of fan porn, a group of devil worshippers in an all-night orgy. My hole twitched and my dick throbbed. "Yeah. Learned long ago that this is the path I needed to follow," Sir said. His dick was throbbing, dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into me. "He's been there for me, in ways Jesus never was." I reached down and grabbed my dick. It was still small and soft, but it was dripping pre-cum. I was really high, and everything was a turn-on. Even the idea of a church of darkness and evil was a turn-on, and it was made even worse by the deep-dicking I was getting from a follower. "You mean, you..." I stuttered. I couldn't believe I was about to utter what I was about to ask. Even worse, my dick was dripping pre-cum at the merest thought of it. "You're a Devil Worshipper?"

It's almost become a must for me, if a guy's on his knees doing what he's good at - I want to give him a good slap. It's just what a cocksucker should expect. I've gone harder with a few guys to full on face punching, with their agreement. The best was some ginger skinny slut, I've given him a nasty black eye twice - that was fun for me

Love him slapping me, reminds me what I am

I have certainly done my share of public sex. Not as much where the general public can see it...but in a number of rest areas, especially a rural one that is very lively with farmers taking a break from working the fields and wanting their cocks sucked. I have fucked men in semi cabs there--and in the big interstate rest areas. The huge Edwin Warner park in TN has seen a lot of me. I cruised it daily whenever I worked down there. Mutual cocksucking was the standard, but there was a wonderful threeway fuck on a picnic table in a shelter during a driving rainstorm when we knew we wouldn't be disturbed. I have had sex in gay bars--especially the Phoenix in NOLA where, to a cheering crowd, I thoughtfully drank the piss of the bartender behind the bar so he wouldn't have to leave his post. In bathhouses, I rarely go to a room, but avail myself of the public play areas. The same with gay campgrounds in Ontario, Michigan and Ohio. Give me a public sling anytime. Stairways of the hotels hosting leather weekends. I couldn't count the number of bookstores I have used...always choosing the "theater" over a private booth if there is a choice.