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Perhaps the topic would have been better titled “My Rules For Bottoms”, because the notion of there being ‘rules’ that bottoms are somehow subject to is rather droll, and we can only take this in any way seriously as an expression of one individual’s personal preferences. Note that we only tend to see these sorts of lists of rules, requirements, expectations, or characteristics in relation to bottoms, cumdumps, or ‘fags’, as though our submission or receptive male sex role renders us second-tier beings in need of being controlled. Where is the list of Rules For Tops, and if there were one, how many Tops would be jumping up and waving their hands to subscribe to that the way some bottoms do to this? But hey, what the fuck, why not? Rules For Tops 1. I am not responsible for your erection. If you can’t get it up and keep it up, don’t waste my time. I’m not going to spend half an hour on a lost cause. 2. Do not - do not - try to stuff a limp noodle up my fuckhole. Know when you’re hard enough for penetration and when you’re not. 3. Know how to find a cunt with the end of your cock. Missing the first time is understandable; missing five times in a row is embarrassing. 4. Know whether you’ve actually penetrated. Really. 5. Quit asking for my poppers. They will interfere with your erection. You are not immune. And while I’m at it, quit fucking stealing them. 6. You don’t have to be fresh from the shower to fuck me, but basic hygiene is required. If you have body odor, you’re breeding bacteria. 7. Know what you want from the fuck, and be prepared to take it. This is your chance to take what I’ve got - don’t waste the cunt, because another guy would have loved to have absolutely destroyed it. 8. Do not add imaginary inches to your cock. You can only disappoint bottoms by doing so. Be proud of what you have, and use it. 9. Your semen is like liquid gold. Apply it where it will be most valued. Do not shoot it onto my hole. This brings satisfaction to no one. 10. If you say you’re going to fuck me, show up. Nothing, and I mean nothing, emasculates a man like failing to follow through on a fuck. It calls your whole manhood into question. - I’ll stop, but there’s so many things I could add, I could do this all. day. long.

I'm still adapting to having a job and trying to be respectable and not having the free time to hook up and fuck. That said, I've jumped on Grindr almost daily to see what new meat is available in Frisco by my job. I'd mentioned the guy I've hooked up with at IKEA and there's also a super hot Latino guy named Carlos who seems to be in my building I've chatted with. He's not on all the time so its hit or miss and today he messages me and asks if I want to hook up and mentions the gym in our building. I had to confess I drew a blank on that as I didn't know there was a gym in our building. It may have been mentioned during orientation but I paid it no mind as I usually go to the gym by my home as its cruisy and I hook up there. I can't imagine this gym would be that hot, but nice to know its an option and it must be good for hookups if hottie boy is suggesting it. I tell him I'm down but have no idea where it is. He tells me to meet him at the ground floor and he'll show me. My heart is pounding as I discretely hop in the elevator down hoping I don't run into anyone from work. I get there and I'm hanging out nervously hoping no coworkers see me hanging out and soon enough Carlos shows up. Carlos's profile indicates he's 25 and his private pictures show a megawatt smile and a big thick uncut cock. His profile makes it clear he wants raw and I'm all to eager to give it to him that way and take it too. In person he's even hotter with a nice beefy build and deep masculine voice. He laughs that I didn't know about the gym and we walk through a large somewhat hidden door and down a hallway I've never seen before. He's asking me questions and I'm answering as we walk and soon enough he's swiping his badge and we're through another large somewhat hidden door and he asks me to swipe my badge and see if it works. Sure enough, it does and so we head into the gym area. There's no one in there and it has a pretty nice array of equipment. About what you'd expect white suburbanite office workers to want and I make that joke to Carlos who laughs at it. As I'm looking around Carlos pulls me in and starts kissing me deeply, pressing me up against the wall. I'm instantly hard as his tongue is deep in my mouth and I can feel his hard cock grinding up against me. "God I wanna fuck" he tells me and I'm not sure if he means fuck me, me fuck him, or both. I tell him I want to fuck bad and he takes my hand and leads me to the card entry for the lockerroom, swiping his badge. We go into the lockerroom and he shows me around, cautious as to whether anyone is in there or not. We're checking everywhere and its clear no one else is in there. Once he's sure he again has me pressed up against the wall and is deep tongue kissing me, grinding his hard cock on me. I'm enjoying the kissing and can feel him pulling my pants down from behind and his fingers entering my ass. My mind is racing thinking a million thoughts like I don't have a cleanup towel or lube. Even as I think that I'm taking my shirt off and undoing his, feeling exposed as anyone could come in at any moment and see us. And the thought of that has me rock hard. Soon are pants are down and he's turned me to face the wall and forcing his cock in me with just spit as lube. I'm not resisting but between pants saying we should move to somewhere less public in case someone comes in. Carlos laughs and agrees, apologizing that he got too into things and didn't think of that. We're quickly grabbing up our clothes and moving into one of the stalls which has full length walls. Once inside he's got me back up against the wall and is forcing his bare dick back inside me. We hadn't even talked about status, relationships, or anything, not that I cared. I wanted him inside me in the worst possible way and right now I'm taking every inch of his big thick uncut cock and begging for it. As hot as he is I'm guessing he gets hit on all the time and is probably regularly bringing guys down to the gym to breed raw. I can barely think as he's pounding me so intensely and I'm frantically begging him to cum in my ass. Before long he is doing deep hard thrusts and pumping his load deep inside me with a satisfied groan, shuddering once he's pumped his last deep inside me, whispering a "god that felt good" in my ear. I could feel his cock soften and slide out of me and was hoping he was down to take me the same. I turned around and he seemed apprehensive but also like he wanted it. It was my turn now to kiss him and pin him up against the wall even though he was a bit taller than me. He was tentative now at kissing but letting me tongue his mouth deeply and grind my hard cock up against him. Its funny how some guys are all cocky and tough when they top but when its time for them to bottom they pussy out. They're all too eager to rawdog you but get scared when you wanna do that to them. He warmed up to me kissing on him and said nothing as I turned him around to face the wall, spitting on his ass and my cock. I loved the sound of his gasp as I entered him raw and hearing him tell me to go slower and be gentle. Yeah...big man. You love breeding guys rough and hard until its your turn, don't you. But I played his game, taking it slow and gentle. He was gonna take my load whether he liked it or not. I loved hearing Carlos moaning even if he wasn't begging for my load or telling me how hot my cock felt. His moans said it all. I know guys like him that say they're all top yet love to get fucked, refuse to admit they love getting fucked. Yeah, most guys gladly let him breed them and never even think about topping him or making him bottom. But I'm the twisted fuck who loves to flip tops and make them bottom. Especially bareback tops like Carlos. I know they secretly want guys to breed them and here's proof. He could easily say no or make me wrap or pull out to cum. And here he is taking me raw and letting me cum inside him, breeding him like the bitch he wants to be. I'm so worked up I blast a huge throbbing load inside him that makes him call out "damn dude" as I cum. I lean in asking if he liked that and he confessed he did and that he needed it. And that's music to my ears. I love hearing studs like him confess to wanting loads. I kept stroking telling him I had more I could put in him. He said nothing and so I went for it, keeping my strokes going saying I was glad he liked it and wanted more. He was softly moaning now as I kept fucking him and I told him I was down to take his load again once I got off. I was already so worked up and decided to sit on the toilet and have him ride my dick so I could see his face as I came inside him. He agreed and soon enough I had the bonus of seeing his face in ecstacy but also see him jerking his cock as he rode me. I loved his enthusiasm as he rode my dick and couldn't restrain myself and found me telling him to beg for my load and he did with an enthusiasm that surprised me. His intense facial expression couldn't lie and clearly he wanted me to cum inside him. He wasn't riding me long before I came inside him yet again, not as intense a load but a nice one indeed. He'd been furiously jerking his cock and I was hoping he'd fuck me but instead he blasted a truly enormous load in my face. I couldn't see much as my eyes were open and now burning with his seed. I desperately tried to figure out what to do and could hear him apologizing, knowing he had made a mess. Carlos was now off my cock and frantically wiping my face with toilet paper trying to clean up his mess as he apologized. I could see soon enough and now was freaking out as I had not towel and no way to shower or really clean up. All I could smell was ass and cum. We both dressed and moved out to the sinks to try and clean up. The mirror told the tale as I was pretty much covered in Carlos's cum...all over my face and hair. I tried washing my hair but still found clumps of jizz everywhere in it. Neither of us had a comb and Carlos was desperately trying to pick out the clumps. It didn't help as all I smelled was jizz. Carlos was still frantically apologizing and I told him it was OK. I'd wanted it and neither of us could have known this would happen. Carlos said he needed to dress and get back to work and again apologized adding he'd had fun and wanted to do it again, sheepishly adding we should bring towels and plan better next time. I jokingly thanked him for adding salt to my wounds and he looked hurt. I said it was cool and we'd definitely do it again. As he left I quickly ran out to my truck hoping no one would see me as I knew I had a cleanup towel and could use it to try and fix things. Once back I hopped in the shower and was relieved to see there was shampoo and soap in there and knew I could wash it out. It took forever to dry off with my small towel but it worked and I dressed and threw the towel in garbage once done. Back at work no one was the wiser that I'd been bred in the gym. I still have Carlos's loads in me as I type this!

Part 2. The crystal in my bloodstream had begun to spike and I could feel my heart pump faster and faster. This along with the LSD made me hyperaware of every sensation as Doyle continued to french kiss my asshole. He slowly pulled away and headed to the toy chest to grab a replacement. The bench beneath me began to breath in rhythm with my labored panting. I looked over to see what he had selected but I had an inkling that I already knew what would been soon filling my hungry chasm. Jim and Doyle had a favorite they liked to call "the captain". A flesh tone dildo about a foot in length and 3 inches in diameter. I'm glad I prepped myself with my huge plug but I knew this bastard wouldn't be quietly sitting with in me. They intended to ruin my hole with it before the games really begun. The captain and I were well acquainted, Doyle scooped two fingers into a tub of elbow grease and slathered it around my hole. Teasing my insides a little while he did it. The tina made my cock worthless and shriveled but he stroked it softly none the less which drove electricity though out my body. Again, Doyle was the much kinder of the couple. "Here, this will help" as he reached over and pressed a bottle to my nose. I inhaled for a long while until he pulled away. The room started spinning and I could feel my hole begin to relax and pucker. The pressure of the flared cockhead entering me made me jolt a slight bit but I was able to fight instinct and slow pushed my butt back onto it. The pop as it pushed past my lips made my entire body shake and my eyes shot upward as pain and pleasure crackled through my nerves. Only a few inches in and I was already melting into the leather that pressed into my face. Voices erupted from the stairs a room away and the nervousness I thought I had long lost returned. I felt like I could count the very steps they took towards the room but it didn't deter Doyle from pushing more and more of the monster dildo into me. "You two took a while up there. I'm just starting to open him up" said Doyle. "Doug and I were catching up and having a drink. He wanted to do a point where the light was better" "Good to see you Doyle!" a faceless voice said behind me. Doyle left the dildo hanging out from me and rose to greet the stranger. I could hear some soft kissing and then some soft whispers while they caressed each other and became reacquainted. I wasn't even worth the attention to them. I had entered the realm of plaything in this room. "So this is tonight's event? Beautiful looking ass" a cold hand slapped against my bottom and then began pushing the girth in and out of me slowly. "He's opening up a bit but for his sake I wanted to ease him in" "You're too nice to it. It came here for a reason" quipped Jim. He was all mood now. It. That is what I had been reduced to in his eyes. Not a playmate or a lover but a soulless beast made for a sole purpose. To be fucked. To be bred. To be tossed away. Ego death had begun to set in. "Lemme get a better sight from over here" said Doug and made his way to the front of me. He was a balding thinner man in his late 50's. Wired and tone without almost no body hair. An outie belly button caught my eye for some strange reason and I became fixated on it. His cock was smooth and already greased that tilted upward in a drastic curve. "This the little piggy, huh? This the little piggy that wants to get fucked, huh?" He slipped his cock into my mouth without waiting for an answer. The dildo in my ass began moving in and out with a faster pace clearly uninterested in easing me into it. Jim was definitely behind the wheel. Graciously they slathered more lube onto it which was one nicety I wouldn't be granted often. Doug increased the speed of fucking my mouth. Self admittedly I am not a throat queen and gagging started to ensue. A pool of spit began gathering on the bench below me. He pulled from my mouth and crotched down to get eye to eye with me. "Don't worry baby boy. I won't wear you out too soon. We got all night." He pressed his lips to mine and wrestled tongue to tongue all the while the giant dildo pressed further and further. I began to wonder how many inches they had gotten in but soon dismissed the though. I was not in the right mind to question it. A second chime from Jim's phone beeped and stilled the energy in the room. "Roger said he'll be here in about 20" "Do I know Roger?" asked Doug "You met him at the Eagle...year...2 years ago? He was banned for a while." "Oh that guy." Doug locked eyes with me. "He is a sleazy pig with a capital S. You'll love him" little did they know how true that statement really was. The dildo was slowly pulled from my rectum and again the pop against my asslips made me quake. "I know he likes them a bit worn in and I think it's had enough practice. Anyone want first dibs?" They were casually talking about who got the first go at me first like I was an arcade machine. It was fitting. "You're our guest so I think it would be right." Doyle said to Doug. "You're too kind" I glanced over and saw that Doyle was standing besides a video camera he had set up. "For record of the courts" he chuckled. Doug made his way behind me and begun tapping his cock against my hole. "Damn this bitch is LOOSE. Look at that fucking cunt" I puckered in and out invitingly at his comment. Without ceremony he plunged his meat into me and hammered away. I love a man of action. "Oh damn. Oh DAMN this is a nice fucking butt!" I started to see stars explode and contract as I yelped with pleasure as he pounded his raw dick into my asshole. He put the full weight of his body on top of me and wrapped his arms around both myself and the bench, pinning me against it. The curvature of his dick was an interesting sensation but it was drowned out as he pressed his face to mine and grunted like a wild ape. "First one in your cunt tonight, huh? Makes me fucking special, huh? You're gonna be my special little cumdump, huh?" I could only make animalistic responses but he understood clearly and continued to mate with my hole with ferocity of a wild dog. Jim appeared before me and presented his massive sack to my mouth while stroking his foreskin up and down. He knew that this was still my favorite. I enveloped his sweaty balls into my mouth and may have grazed a bit with my tooth but that was expected with the rhythm of being fucked by this animal from behind. "Eat my fucking nuts you whore." I needed no goading and took the entirety of them into my mouth, running my tongue acrost those cum machines. Our camera man stood diligently at the sidelines to make sure my humiliations were fully documented. Jerking his cock and giving no direction. These men knew exactly how to treat a bitch like myself as they filled me from both ends. After an eternity Doug slowed his torture of my butt. "Damn boys. I don't want to burn out too soon. This pig took a good start though." He exited me and stepped to the side to light a cigarette. A third chime from a phone. "Roger is here. Doyle you want to go see him in?" He left to see their next guest in. The room quieted as Jim and Doug took their break. I was writhing against the bench though. My entire body was churning with lust as I had been opened up and disgraced by these men. Doug noticed and took pity. He helped me up from the bench and seated me on the ground to catch my breath. "For real. Roger is a real disgusting fucker though. He is going to turn you Inside. Out. Don't worry, I'll be here to protect you though" He grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth into his, again invading with his tongue. Was this my white knight? Was he going to save me from the nasty beast entering upstairs? A monster with only the desire to destroy and desecrate my young hole. I had hoped so as I again heard voices in the darkness emerge from the other room. to be continued...

First story. Semi-autobiographical. I must have been sitting outside the house for a good hour while I gathered my nerves. I told them I'd show up at 10 but I always preferred to make it there early to steel myself before heading in. This was a fantasy I had dreamed of all of my life and wanted to be absolutely sure I was going to follow through with it. About 20 minutes ago I had dropped a blotter and was waiting for the warmth to kick in. I always loved sex on hallucinogens because it created a primal connection between us like early homo sapiens fucking beside a low flame on the Sahara. Two apes gathering for a ritual of love forever bonding them to each other. The couple who owned the house I had played with several times. Doyle and Jim, two white daddies in their 60's, recently retired so they had the time on their hands to throw some pretty wild parties. Never more than 4-5 of us but I think I had made a good impression with them as a reliable hole who knew how to have a good time. I myself was 30 and slim with and pretty heavily tattooed. In my pretend life I had always come across as a confident, assertive leader-type but that was just the mask I wore while the doors were open. My true self was a meek submissive pig who was ready to comply to any dominate male and whatever twisted force they wanted to inflict on me. Doyle and Jim caught on to this immediately during our first encounter after a passionate night in their playroom that bled into the next sundown. After our last encounter, my head spinning from the weed and tina, I confessed that my dream was to be absolutely ravaged by as many men as possible only to be left on the floor a quivering lump of flesh. They told me that they would see what they could do but something on that scale did not always work out. It took weeks of planning to confirm a schedule but finally Jim texted me and said that they had gathered a decent amount of friends they knew in the scene that would be interested. The warmth I had be awaiting started to creep through my muscles and I knew it was time. I sent my text and started to walk towards the door. Doyle answered in his harness and jock and greeted me with a soft kiss on the lips. "Good to see you. Come on in!" We made our way to the living room where Jim was sitting in his jock on the couch messaging someone on his phone. I assumed he was confirming the night to their friends and saying the hole had arrived. He shot me a big smile and patted the floor to invite me over. I dropped my backpack and made my way to my spot by his leg. He rustled my hair and gave me a peck on the forehead and resumed using his phone. I started to feel myself manually breathe as the warmth overtook me head to toe while he ran his fingers across my back. Each swipe reaching down into me more and more. Doyle returned to the floor with some cocktails and sat on the other side of us, also rubbing my back. "Do you want to get changed or do you want to relax for a bit?" "How about both?" "Ok, you know the way, first door down the hall" I retrieved my backpack and made my way to the bathroom. The light started to play with my eyes and was dimming and brightening without any discernable pattern. I closed the door and undressed, feeling my hands against my own skin and slowly dragging my nails down my chest. I was unleashing something deep within me and was no longer nervous. I slipped into my black leather jock and fitted my harness tightly. I can't recall how long I spent but I became lost in the mirror making sure I was ready from every angle. the 3" plug I had inserted earlier was in place to be sure my butt was wide open from the get go. I debated taking it out but I decided to leave that honor to someone else. "Everything ok in there?" Jim asked through the door? Time had was definitely not in my control anymore. I made my way back to my spot on the floor, where a pet sits patiently waiting for orders, and quickly finished my cocktail. "First guy won't be here for another 30 minutes. How about we head downstairs and get started" said Doyle as he helped me up from the floor and began leading me to the basement. Jim followed closely grabbing my ass and tapping his fingers against the buttplug. A makeshift bedroom was the first point of entry, bed, TV, small refrigerator. They were generous hosts and always wanted men to feel welcome if they needed to stay a while and sleep off any effects from the night before. Past that was was the playroom though. A dim red light covered it like an autumn twilight. Two slings, a bench, toy chest, and a TV were included. All niceties ceased the second I crossed the threshold. Jim, forcibly pushed me to my knees to the right-side of the door. My face was merely inches from his bulging crotch. My vacation as a human being had ended and my life as a fuck-pet had begun. "Wanna go get some ice ready while I get us warmed up?" Jim said to Doyle who left for a side room. He then gently grabbed my hair and began pushing me into his pouch. My tongue lapped out and began to soak the fabric in my spit. "Hmmmmm. You're a hungry little faggot tonight, eh?" I could only respond by salivating more across his jock and gently cooing. He pulled his jock aside, knowing what I really wanted. In my state it's difficult to describe but Jim had one of the largest ballsack I had ever had the pleasure of feasting on. Each nut was about the size of a tangerine and he always seemed filled to the brim with cum which he had generously emptied into my cavity on numerous occasions. His cock was a decent sized uncut 6" which was generously girthy but it was those massive testicles that made me enamored with him and he knew it. Lights continued playing me with me and I could feel his musk radiate out from him as I slobbered over his nuts and felt his cock grow while brushing against my forehead. The air changed in the room as Doyle returned with the glass cock. He pressed his crotch against the back of my head as I heard the butane light flick on. All sustenance I needed in the world remained in those nuts. I would not want for food or drink as long as I had a supply of Man-seed to sustain me. I was a subhuman pile of pity who only needed to be flooded with liquid love to continue my paltry existence. "Look up at me" one of them said. Voices and frame had started to slip from view as one of them raised my chin and pressed the pipe between my lips. "Inhale" I heard and began to bring the bitter air into my lungs. I held for an unknown amount of time while I heard the liter flick again above me. The rush of chemicals flowed through me as I let out a hypnotic looking cloud of smoke. I gazed for a moment before Jim brought me back to reality with a sharp slap. "Pay attention and suck my cock faggot!" I immediately followed his instruction and brought his dick into my mouth. Making sure to run my tongue underneath his foreskin. Between the two of them Jim was the alpha and Doyle was the more gentle. Doyle's emerging penis grazed past my cheek as I sucked on his husband. He was a bit more endowed but not as thick. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the veins of his shaft forming mountain ranges and he was already beginning to leak as a small droplet sparkled from the tip of his piss hole. This went on for sometime as I heard them passionately kissing above me. Droplets of spittle splashed my face like rain and I was lost in my sense of duty as a worthless pig, eager to have these two men treat my holes as a palace of worship for their engorged meat. Some time passed and Doyle hoisted me up by my armpits and guided me over to the bench. The leather felt good in the ever increasing heat of passion in the room as I pressed my face against it. "Looks like a big one he's got in there" Jim said and he began again slapping the end of my plug. Slowly twisting it inside me. Doyle laid his body against my back and lowered his full weight over me. "Last chance to back out..." I pressed my lips together and nodded. "I want it" Doyle opened his mouth and ran his tongue alongside my cheek in agreement. Jim had stepped in front of me and again pressed the glass pipe to my lips. "Inhale, pig". I sucked down the foul air as Doyle began removing my plug slowly. It plopped and my gaping hole felt a cool breeze that I sensed as one of the last moments of chill I would be experiencing for a while. He dropped the plug somewhere and I heard it's heavy thud against the floor while Jim against started slowly fucking my mouth. Doyle behind me began exploring my open fuckhole with his tongue and all at once I felt like some scared prey between two dominate predators. Ready to be torn apart at a moments notice. The room had begun to spin. A chime of a phone alerted me back to the present. Without removing his cock from my mouth Jim reached over to glance at it. Doyle continued to kiss my gaping asshole like it was my own lips. "Keep getting him ready. The first guy just showed up" Jim said as his penis pulled from my mouth. He exited the room and Doyle raised up. "You're going to make some very horny men very happy tonight, pig." to be continued...

10. Clean up, kid. I like it dirty, but not literally. 9. Call me a traditionalist, but I like my boyholes plucked and shaved. 8. Condoms? Your neighbor sports a perfect bubble and will give it to me bare. 7. So it hurts a bit in the beginning? It's supposed to, boy. 6. No, I'm not slowing down. Hit the poppers and take it like a pro. 5. Doggy, missionary, sideways? I like'em all and you'll give up your ass any way I like it. 4. I'm fucking you and you're telling me you want a gangbang. Tell me why you should be thinking about other cocks right now. 3. Don't tell me where to dump my load. It's going up your ass and you knew that when we started. 2. Do I want you to cum? Haven't thought about it but now that you mention it: No. 1. Ah... You cleaned my cock! I'm definitely coming back, slut.

I was 22 and decided to go camping at the lake one July, just to enjoy the summer a bit before it was over, and to get away from the gay life I had just began exploring. After getting everything set up, I sat down beside the fire and continued drinking my beer. Other than the sound of some soft voices at distant camp sites, the camp site was very quiet. Just as my fire was dying down for the night, I heard someone approaching on the path which led to the main trail. I recognized the man from a neighboring site, as I had walked past earlier on my way to my site. He was about 50, bushy gray beard almost hiding his sunken face, and wearing only jeans and boots. His torso had no fat, cept for a small belly paunch which didn't seem to fit his otherwise scrawny frame. He reminded me of some of older guys at the bar who'd been ravaged by HIV before treatments improved. In his hand was a liquor bottle, which was half empty. As he got closer, I could see he had a septum piercing, a thick ring resting on his bushy 'stache. I called out a friendly hello as he came near the fire, and he raised his bottle as if to toast me, then took a giant gulp of the brown liquid. He sat down on a log next to the fire, and we began talking. I was drunk, but this guy was shitfaced. Friendly as hell though, so I didn't mind. He was asking me all sorts of questions, what brought me here, was I having fun, etc. I just told him I was only here to chill out, and get drunk. He laughed and handed me his bottle and said "Drink up, buddy." I figured what the hell so I took a few gulps and felt the burn going down my throat. We kept talking, until finally I got up to go piss at the edge of the campfire. Just as I was thinking how drunk I was getting but having fun regardless, he appeared standing beside me, pulled-out his dick, and also took a piss. I jumped a bit, but still kept pissing, noticing he seemed to be studying my stream, so I looked over at his as well. He shook his cock a little to break my stare, and I looked over at his face. He had a different look now. Intense and not as friendly as before. I wasn't sure what to say, and before I could figure it out he turned and started pissing on my exposed cock and shorts. I couldn't move as inside I was panicking. I'd never thought of anything like this, and here a stranger was pissing on me and I didn't know what to do. His stream stopped and I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing down. I'm not sure why I did it, but I got on my knees facing him. He stepped forward, his dangling cock right in front of me, and began pissing down the front of me, soaking my shirt before lifting his cock and aiming right for my face. His hot urine splashed in my eyes and ran down my cheeks, and he put his hand on top of my head and ordered me to open my mouth. Again, not sure why but I did exactly as he told me. He let loose another steam of piss right into my mouth, and commanded me to swallow at all, like a good pig. I began gulping and swallowing what I could. I was repulsed, but doing my best. When his stream stopped, I opened my eyes to see his hard cock jutting out a full eight inches, his fat cockhead still wet with piss. It was a sharp contrast to his lean frame. With his hand still on my head, he guided my head forward into my open mouth, and began fucking it. A few minutes later, he pulled his cock out and began rubbing it on my face, telling me I was a good whore and to stand up. Standing there, I noticed that despite my wet clothes and taste of piss and cock in my mouth, my cock was standing at attention. The stranger grabbed me by my cock and led me to my tent. He stripped my clothes outside the door, and led us inside. He had me remove his boots and jeans, and then lay back as he climbed on top of me. I was turned on as well as scared, and he began sucking my neck, tonguing my ears, and finally kissing me deeply. The feel of his big beard brushing my body was unbelievable, and my cock got even harder as his aggressive foreplay continued. "You're my whore tonight, boy, so relax and enjoy" he said. I didn't reply, and soon his fingers were playing with my hole, trying to push into my hole. I moaned, and he laughed, calling me a virgin, but quickly adding not for long. He climbed onto my chest and began jerking his cock right above my face, commanding me to lick his fuck stick. I began lapping my tongue on the underside of his head, and he laughed and told me what a good pig I was and to keep eating his toxic precum. When I heard him say that, I damned near panicked but his weight held me down. I tried to raise up but he smacked my face hard with his hand, telling me to lay the fuck still. He grabbed his cock and smacked it on my lips, telling me to open wide or else I'd taste the back of his hand again. I opened wide, and he began slow fucking my mouth. "That's it piggy, suck my toxic cock like a good whore!" His thrusts continued, and the taste of his precum grew stronger. Deeper and deeper into my throat he fucked, until I was sure I'd puke. I began gagging hard and he pulls his cock out, covered in my thick saliva. Next, he's twisting my arm around as he slid off my chest, forcing me to move in the direction he's pulling it. I'm half screaming as he twists, and finally I was on my stomach as he held my arm roughly behind my back. "Now get on your knees, pig" he said, twisting my arm to ensure my cooperation. I fumble to do as he says, as the pain he's inflicting on my arm is intense. "Good pig- now put your other hand on your back." Grabbing my free hand, he was now holding both in place on my back, as he scoots in right behind me, his cock pressing into my crack. He seems to clear his throat, but then I hear and feel him spit a goober on my ass. He repositioned to hold my arms with one hand, and grabs his cock with the other and begins rubbing his cock and spit into my hole. I quietly ask him to please let me go, but he ignored me, steadily pushing into my hole, slowly, in and out thrusts, but I had clamped tight, trying to prevent his entrance. Again he spat onto my hole, as his thumb slid in deeper as he murmured "There we go, piggy, open up for Daddy." Working his thumb in and out, telling me he was coating my whore cunt with his precum. From the slickness of his thumb as it moved freely in my ass, and I knew he isn't lying. Suddenly, his thumb was replaced by four inches of his cock. It took my breath away, but he didn't pause until he was fully buried in my ass. "Good piggy, I'm gonna show you how I make a man my whore" he said, as he slowly fucked my virgin hole. "Oh yeah fuck. I'm leaking my load inside you now boy. You like that? You want your new Daddy to knock you up and make you his toxic pig? Pop your pussy cherry and knock you up all in one night? Make you a fuck whore for the rest of your life?" His cock was thrusting harder, and I could hear the sloshing noises as my ass loosened to his fucking. He then started his final assault. " That's it baby, milk Daddy's dirty seed into your cunt. Drain it baby." He plunged forward, pulling my arms back and making me scream, holding his cock in as deeply as possible. I felt his cock pulsate stream after stream, coating my guts with his load. In that moment, when I was completely helpless and forever changed when a stranger came inside my ass, my cock spurted the biggest load of my life. Afterwards the stranger released my arms, and I chose to remain perfectly still as his cock stroked gently in and out of my hole. He spent the rest of the night in my tent, and the rest of the weekend. By the time I left, I had eight poz loads in my ass, and my new Daddy.

My twinkie friend and I were out drinking one night when he said “you go to that sauna round the corner – is it not dirty? Do you not care what people think?”. I replied “yeh, too right its dirty, there are all sorts of guys in there, poz, old, fit, neg, hunks, twinks, barebackers, safe bros”. He giggled and asked which I was. “You know I’m the bare bear spreading my poz seed”. I said “you always seem the sort to play safe and go with the jocks. He laughed and said “jocks yeh, want a good looking lad on my arm but I always seem to have run out of condoms. The jocks don’t mind they love bareback and they think I’m innocent and twinky”. I laughed and told him how dirty he was and he winked. Then I asked why do you always need to pretend to be innocent – do you not just wanna let your inner slut out? He replied “so much – makes me wanna go to that sauna and just let go”. He leaned closer, put a hand on my thigh, giggled and said “do they have a sling in there?”. I laughed and said “sure they do, careful though that hand could make the snake grow”. Just then he kissed me and said, “why don’t we go over – you can show me the ropes, or the chains lol”. I grabbed his hand and said, come on then pup, let’s go. The guy on the desk gave me a wink as I paid for both our tickets plus a bottle of poppers. We got changed and I showed my friend to the showers. We rubbed each other down and got semis in the process. I started a tour of the sauna, showing him the steam room, the spa pool then we got to the cabins and passed one with a bear with his ass up and his face down. My friend whispered “wow isn’t that dangerous – how do you know the guys will be hot or wrap up?”. I laughed and said “you don’t – that’s the fun of it and I bet he won’t be complaining if a guy dives in raw – most guys here do it bareback”. He replied “wow that’s so hot, makes me wanna sniff those poppers and get my peach out, can I have a sniff”. I was all to happy to help. He took a short sniff so I said “come on, have a good deep huff”. My twinky friend did. Suddenly, he dropped his towel and walked into a free room, kneeling down ass up. He said “so if show my ass like this, I might get a bare load from a bear I’ve longed for”. I said “you could, but it’s poz so it’s a big risk”. He groaned “make me yours – let everyone watch you breed me”. I walked in, leaving the cabin door open and dropped my towel. I knelt to lick the twinks smooth peach – burying my tongue deep in his cute hole. He moaned and took more sniffs of the poppers. Eventually he started to beg for my thick cock inside him. I lubed his hole and slid my cock firmly inside him. He groaned yes sir, give me your cock. I ploughed him doggy style for a bit, getting harder and faster as we went. Then I flipped him round onto his back and buried my raw cock inside him again. I leant in and kissed him. He said “please, I’ve needed you to breed me for so long, give me that potent seed, make me yours”. This pushed me over the edge and me cock thickened and I pumped a massive five day load into his twinky hole. We made out. Kissing long and hard. Eventually he said “thank u for giving me your masculine seed”. I replied “I’ll always be a part of you now”. Just then an old guy said “well done lad, making such a cute twink yours”. I looked round and said to my twink “look at the crowd – they loved my hairy body pounding your smooth one”. I kissed me again and said “a man and his lad – the way it should be”.

Fuck yeh! I would like to be slammed with my dads big raw cock deep in my ass. Thats me taking a big white cock after getting a double slam by two other other white daddies. They ended up DPing me after some G fun. Those white daddies knew how to open my asian cunt up and used me big time.

After my somewhat unsatisfying hook up this morning I was back on Grindr and got a message from a hot light skinned black kid who wanted to hook up. He was 18 and honestly, hot as fuck with a thick uncut dick. He was clear about being a top and I asked about bare and he was down for it with no questions. Best of all he could host. I got his address, freshened up and headed to his place. I got there and he looked just like his pictures. He was kind of embarassed as he admitted he had another guy there and wondered if I was cool for a three way. I said I was and could already see this cute as fuck blonde kid hanging out. I asked if he the kid was 18 or not and he assured me he was. I was kind of pissed as I thought the black kid was gonna drill me but knew I had to roll with the punches here. The blonde kid was a little chubby with a cute face, blonde hair, and a shocking masculine voice. He also had the look of desperation in his eyes that so many young guys have where they just desperately want to get fucked but can't say it. The black kid (Dre) told me that he was still going to fuck me, but wanted me to fuck the blonde kid (Cody). Dre admitted he and Cody are a regular thing and that Cody likes him lining up guys to join. I said I was cool. It was clear both of them had been smoking weed and Dre led me to the bedroom, kissing me, and taking off both our clothes with Cody in tow. As Cody stripped a nice sized uncut cock popped out with a big gob on precum leaking off it. I dropped to my knees and eagerly started sucking Cody's cock, loving the sweet taste of his precum. Dre was behind him sliding his cock inside him asking him if he liked me sucking his cock and he said he did. He moved on asking him if he wanted to cum in my mouth or cum in my ass and he admitted he really wanted to cum in my ass. I'd thought I was gonna breed the kid but was down for him breeding me. Dre was clearly in charge and told Cody to let him know when he was ready to fuck me and kept stroking inside Cody who was moaning with delight. I was starting to get worried Dre was going to cum in Cody's ass but he'd back off and I guess he knew he was close and wanted to edge instead. Cody finally said he was close and I backed off his dick and got on the bed on my back, spreading my legs so he could enter me. Cody lubed up my hole and his cock and thrust inside me roughly and soon Dre was behind him drilling him into me. Dre was telling Cody to fuck me like the dirty bitch I am and to use my hole, calling both Cody and me dirty sluts. I loved that Dre was verbally abusing both of us and both Dre and Cody got into a steady rhythm and I knew that I was going to take Cody's load. Dre reassured me his load was going in my ass next and that Cody gets more than enough of his loads. As all this was happening I was staring at Cody's pretty face, and loving the look of intensity as he was fucking me. I was telling him how hot his cock felt and how bad I wanted his loads, begging him to stay inside me. I could see from his facial expression he was cumming and could feel him throbbing inside me as he let loose a massive blast and loud groan. Dre slid out of him leading him to gasp loudly. Cody's dick softened and slid out of me as he panted, trying to catch his breath. I could hear Dre order Cody to get on the bed calling him a slut and that he needed to take my load like the bitch he is. I got up and Cody obediently took my place, laying on his back as I got in place to enter him. I didn't even lube up as his ass was already loaded with lube and Dre's precum. Cody's face was a mix of pleasure and pain as I entered him and started pounding him pretty hard as Dre egged me on calling him a dirty slut, a whore, and a pig and to start begging for my cock and cum, which Cody enthusiastically did as Dre watched. I love how Dre treats Cody so nasty and Cody eats it up and more importantly that Cody is an obediant slut who loves random guys breeding him raw and that Dre gets into random guys breeding his boy raw. "You getting close pig" Dre asked me and I said I was. He got behind and entered me roughly and I gasped loudly and started telling him how good his cock felt in me. "Yeah I know, you want my load don't you pig?" he demanded and I played along telling him how bad I wanted his load. He told me to focus on breeding his boy and that he wanted me to drain my balls inside him and he was gonna drain his in me. As if to emphasize the point he wrapped one arm around my neck choking me slightly as he pulled my head back to whisper in my ear that I was going to take his load, using the n-word, which got me super-aroused. I was close to cumming and told him that and to keep choking me. Dre started pounding me even harder saying he was close too and we both orgasmed at roughly the same time, me lost in wanting his load so bad I wasn't even paying attention to Cody as be loudly begged for my load and for me to stay inside him. I could barely hear him over the loud noises Dre was making as he came and clearly he'd build up a huge load he was now blasting inside me, churning his load and Cody's deep inside my guts. I wasn't about to pull out of Cody and wanted Dre to cum in me again and said as much. Dre reassured me he wasn't done with my "bitch ass" yet and was continuing to pound me, using the n-word to describe his cum as he did. The first orgasm I was really more focused on what Dre was doing to me, but now was focused on Cody and enjoying the look of pleasure on his face having taken my load. I was asking how much he enjoyed it and he was vocal about how much he'd wanted my load and how hot it was taking even as Dre was furiously pounding me and lost in his own satisfaction of drilling me hard. And while I loved the pounding he was giving me I'd expected that. What really turned me on was the unexpected joy in breeding his boy raw and pumping my loads in him, and I loved the look on his face as he begged for my second load as I blasted it inside him. I didn't break eye contact with Cody as Dre egged me on saying "Fuck yeah boy, breed his ass, fucking load him up". Knowing that I'd cum Dre now was pounding me mercilessly, pulling all the way out and slamming balls deep back inside telling me my ass was his, that he owned me, and so on. He was driving his load and Cody's deep inside my guts as I begged for his load and now I was using the n-word. I could feel him slow to short hard deep thrusts as he groaned mightily and blasted his load inside me. He collapsed on me, forcing me down on Cody as my cock slid out of him and I could feel Dre panting hard as he was on top of me, his cock slowly sliding out. We lay there for a bit, pretty much spent, but also pleasured. I'd gotten what I wanted and then some. I'm sure Cody got what he wanted and Dre too. I loved how pervy they both were, picking up random guys to fuck with, no guilt, no shame. If I had a BF I'd want them to be like Cody or Dre and I'm not sure which. They're a perfect match for each other. And as hot as Dre is I'd love to drill his ass raw and load it. Part of me wants to flip tops and make them bottom. I guess its that unobtainable desire. And I love that while Cody was supposed to be a bottom he also tops and is actually a pretty hot top. Clearly Dre has to find outlets for him to top or maybe Cody just finds guys. Honestly I know nothing of etiher one. Maybe they both fuck around like crazy. But seeing how Dre has Cody on a short leash I don't guess thats the case. Dre finally gets up off of me and heads to the bathroom to grab a towel and comes back wiping himself off and then tosses the used towel at me to use, which is kind of gross, but kind of hot. I get up and wipe myself down as well and I'm guessing I don't get to use the shower to clean up proper, not that I care, I kind of want to carry both there loads with me and smelling like them. I'm done with the towel and toss it to Cody who halfheartedly wipes himself clean and I start dressing to leave. Dre sees me to the door and thanks me for coming over and says I was pretty hot and that they both enjoyed playing with me. I said I had too and that any time they wanted me to join to text me. The walk back to my truck was a weird mix of WTF just happened and hopes that it would happen again soon, mixed with the desire to be with a guy like either one of them. I don't really want a BF unless they're chill and open to being a bit wild like those two.

White daddy barebacking me from behind while he’s getting his point shoot up. I could feel his precum when he coughed out the rush. He went hard straight away holding my hip then fucked me brainless for hours.

Last night I got a bit piggy. Started out when I got home from work and needed to cut the grass. As I was setting up some music I accidentally opened Grindr and saw that my favorite top was online. We exchanged pleasantries and I asked if he was looking at he said yes so we arranged for 20 minutes... I got off the lawn mower, quickly showered, cleaned out and as I was putting on my jock I got a message 'open the door when you are ready'. That sent a quiver thru my pussy knowing his fat cock would soon be stretching me open. I opened the door assume 'the position' (ass up) and he walks in and starts telling me what a great ass I have and asks me to suck his cock to start. As I am sucking I flash back to the first time where he was having trouble getting my pussy to open up for him... He showed me his cock and all I could say was 'force it'. he did and I never regretted it. Anyway, he fucked me until he was pumping his cum deep inside me, and all the while saying' I can't believe you are taking the whole thing'. He said he wanted to come back in an hour and get some more ass, so I kept grindr open. I then opened Sniffies... I saw the profile of someone I have been trying to open my pussy for and finally got them to come over. It was a pleasant fuck and a nice load but I was still hoping #1 was coming back. I then saw another nice cock on Sniffies and offered my ass up and that sweet little 19 YO came over and pumped a huge load in me... So I admit the poppers and cum was getting to me so I got on Sniffies again and started talking to this 30-ish guy and convinced him he would sleep better with his cum in my ass. He finally agreed and and on his way up he sent me a message 'Be on the front porch'. When he showed up I was ass up on the front steps and he walked up 'hmmmm. How many loads in that hole' When I said 3 his response was 'good boy'. He slid his cock in and pumped me a few times, then pulled out and stuck 3 fingers up my hole and when he pulled out they were covered in cum. The stuck his fingers in my mouth and I sucked them clean and he shoved his cock back in... he repeated that a couple of times - I couldn't believe how much cum was on his fingers each time. He then said 'I am gonna breed you now boy' and I felt him tense up and pump his load in. I had been telling a frequent breeder what was going on and he came over right after the previous guy left and he too wanted to fuck me on the front porch... We did that a while then we went back inside and he gave me load #5. We took a break and then when he was ready he told me to get ass up and fucked load #6 in to me.. It was well after midnight when I finally stopped looking for loads even as badly as I wanted more. It was a surprising (but very filling) evening and one I am glad I could participate in. This morning one of the guys asked if he could stop by on his way home from work and pump loads into me on a regular basis... so the adventure continues.... 😉

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Chapter 9: Bate and Switch After the professor shot his load, he immediately called Marc and told him to immediately go to the Bate site and look for " Beaker." That was the nerds screen name! The professor said to watch the nerd stroke, and then ask him if he was up for some mutual stroking on cam. The professor thought this this would be a great first step in setting that up Marc's ultimate breeding of him. The professor told Marc that it would be a rather boring session, and he reminded him there was to be no sex besides mutual jacking, that he needed to slowly work his way up to breeding. He suggested that Marc start off jerking side by side, and then suggest they jerk each other off. Marc eagerly went to the site, and gave the nerd plenty of positive feedback. To Marc's suprise, the nerd asked him if he'd be up for a mutal session, either on.ir off camera! This saved Marc the trouble of setting it up. The nerd told Marc he had planned another session for tomorrow and privately gave Marc his adddress. When the nerd answered the door, wearing nothing but a sexy thong jockstrap, the nerd was shocked, and said we are in the same class together! Marc acted similarly suprised and said yea would have never guessed it would be you! The nerd was obviously excited as a bulge started rising in his jock. Marc suggested they start immediately but the nerd said they had a bit of time as his session was scheduled and he had lots of frequent followers. The nerd suggested they still head to the bedroom for as he called it, " pre production." As the nerd turned around, Marc admired his tight ass. He wondered how he got it so tight and firm, but couldn't help but think how hot it would to eventually be in his virgin pink hairless pucker and converting him. Once the nerd explained the camera set up, and how it would work, Marc asked him if they could show each other their cocks. The nerd said absolutely not. That would be an integral build up to the show. The nerd explained it was all part of the tease, bur more importantly to get guys to give tokens for specific actions. He explained that they usually did, but not always. The nerd said hed probably get a few tokens if there were any new viewers, but he said his faithful followers would likely offer lots of tokens to see his cock for the first time. He reminded Marc not to get too anxious and show his cock. He said tease tease tease. The more tease the more tokens! He said some may even ask for a private show. The nerd said he would keep track of any tokens offered to him, and transfer them to him. In addition, he told Marc hed also transfer some of the tokens hes earned. He said when the time was right, he would seductively start by showing his cock first. He said he would watch the comments to determine when it was best to completely show it. He said it would be a slow process, with just a few teases, then he would put his hand down his jock and play with his cock before totally exposing it. He told Marc that he should do tye same. He indicated that the cam would be exclusively on Marc's cock, but he had a note pad and tell him when and what to do. As there would be no faces, it was perfectly fine to look over at the notes! The nerd eagerly told Marc 5 minutes to showtime and they got in the bed assuring the cameras were properly in place.

Patrick, Ben, and Mike were heading out of the hot apartment into the drifty, dark, and cold hallway. The car was already parked in the street, as Ben reached for the back door and confirmed his name with the Uber driver. Patrick grabbed the front seat while Mike and Ben got in the back, as they continued discussing amongst themselves with personal stuff. As the car headed off, Patrick was deeply thinking and trying to picture what’s to come next. What Mike and Ben said back at the house about going farther with Christopher really made it clear that this implied party drugs. It then became really clear that he’ll see some things that he didn’t even know much about regarding sex combined with drugs. Patrick felt really good about how Ben and Mike were inclusive and being friendly with him, giving him a sense of trust with the couple. This gave Patrick hope that Christopher could also be a proxy in that same friendliness. Patrick contemplated how the chemistry between everyone, given they all know each other, could give him a fun opportunity tonight, and allow himself to just enjoy the ride for once while things were good. His nerves reduced and instead felt his own inhibition and horniness take control. His last take of G was flowing all around his body, feeling just how strong that last dose was from an hour ago. Just sitting in the car felt electric, with three horny men heading to Christopher’s. While he was feeling the yearning for what was ahead of him, he was also thinking how he’ll interact with Christopher, and how he is as a host. The interaction back at Ben and Mike’s house about Christopher was short, at best. Patrick scrolled through the photos from the app, reviewing details about his appearance and his profile, checking his stats. He was nervous about his sexy and confident look. They drove through the city for what seemed like 20 minutes. The city was quiet, apartment lights were off, the roads were open, and the sky had a dark and early morning look. Getting off the highway and turning into the side streets of midtown, the feeling of anticipation hit Patrick, as the car was pulling up to the curb of a residential tower, with a glimmering lobby in front. The car stopped, and the driver said ‘Thank You!’ They got out of the car, entered the front lobby with their personal bags and approached a lady behind the desk. Mike was ready with details, explaining they were here to see Christopher in 27M. After waiting for the call to pick up, a muffled voice was faintly audible as it was clear that it was Christopher on the line. The desk receptionist replied back, and finished the call. Looking up, she smiled and gestured them to the elevator banks around the corner. The floor numbers fell fast to ground level as they waited for their ride. The elevator doors had opened for them, and up they climbed. The ride slowed to a halt, and there they arrived on the quiet 27th floor. In single file, they moved through the corridors, while Patrick was looking for the right letter, until Mike had arrived at Christopher’s doorstep. Mike sent a text, and in no time the handle moved, and the door swung open. There, standing in the bright hallway of the front door was Christopher, wearing basketball shorts and a zip-up vest and sporting a fresh haircut. Looking at his guests, Christopher gestured them in with a soft smile. They went in one by one, with Patrick at the end. Once Patrick closed the door behind him, Christopher faced Patrick and shook out his hand. ‘Beautiful eyes you have Patrick, good to have you over’ Christopher said ‘Thanks for having us over, yeah I’m really glad I came, thanks. And I guess you are friends, I had no idea!’ Patrick was being awkwardly shy. ‘We go way back to a slimpler time, through some mutual friends when these two were just dating.’ Christopher had a 5 o’clock shadow that was well trimmed, and salt and pepper hair. His height was also comparable to Patrick’s, and a fit body. Once again, the photos were a really close match to reality, in particular, his big bowling ball shoulders and thick arms. Patrick will have to wait for a final verdict on the rest of his body. Mike came in and gave Christopher a proper hug, and Ben was removing his shoes in the hallway. Patrick also followed Ben’s lead in removing his shoes, then waited for Christopher to walk them deeper into the apartment. Right off the bat, Patrick picked up on the quality of the apartment that was comparably more modern and high end then the last apartment. Funky art and books were everywhere, and Patrick could appreciate these nice details. ‘Can I get you guys a drink? I have juice but I don’t drink alcohol’ offered Christopher. ‘Just water for right now, thanks’ said Ben, hanging his jacket and showing off a little chest hair poking out of his sweater. ‘I’d gladly have some as well’ Patrick added. They all followed Christopher into the kitchen, through the hallway and into a main entertaining area of the apartment. Beautiful floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city were right in front of them. What was also noticeable were some messy parts to the space as well. There were iphone chargers on the floor, stacks of paper and folders in different piles, several water cups along the edge of the coffee table, along with chewable vitamins, a couple lighters, and other random shit. Christopher handed over Patrick his glass of water, when he suddenly noticed how dilated Christopher’s eyes were, surprising Patrick a little. ‘How is your night so far? Were you guys coming from home I bet?’ ‘Yeah we came from uptown alright, we got talking to this young pup close to midnight, he came right over, and we were enjoying our piggy little selves. Super verse this one.’ ‘Fuck yeah that’s good to hear’ ‘I’ve tried more things sexually than I would normally do, but it's been really fun tonight.’ said Patrick. ‘Is that so?? Have Ben and Mike been showing you how to have some fun?’ Curious to hear what you’ve done so far?’ asked Christopher in an inviting way to Patrick. ‘Well, we’ve been enjoying the poppers a ton which are super fresh and good quality, we brought some. But the thing I tried that’s new is G, so we had a couple rounds of that. ‘Okay! You’ve been having yourself a little party then, that’s pretty incredible as a first time thing. I love it too, and I especially love to enjoy it with friends and getting pretty horned up’ said Christopher Mike gave a small chuckle in an approving way. ‘I think we’ll make good company together.’ Patrick felt reassured by how Christopher was being a friendly host and approaching the topic. Not to mention, Christopher is incredibly hot with his smile and sexy personality. Well before we get into stuff I do want to let you know, that you are completely safe under my roof, and that I think you can have a really fun time with us. We three always have a very relaxed and open flow with each other and others we’re with. We also do other things similar to G that you are welcome to try if you haven’t before.’ ‘Okay yeah I’m open minded. Trying G has been mind blowingly fun’ ‘If you see that bong in the corner?’ Patrick spotted a glass bong, sitting on a side table, with beautiful colored glass. ‘I smoke different stuff out of that, and get a really horny buzz on. We call it Tina, and you only need a little of it to feel stimulated and fucking amazing.’ Patrick was very engaged in this conversation, following what Chrsitopher was saying very closely. You probably heard of Tina but maybe you haven’t seen it before. It makes you feel incredible when you’re having sex. Let me show you’ Christopher went over to the bong, picked it up and approached Patrick again to give him a closer look of what the process looked like. As Patrick had of course seen a bong before in his life, this did not look intimidating at all. Christopher offered it to Mike first. ‘Yeah Patrick for Ben and me, this is something that we’ll do a bit of every other weekend or so, and Christopher really plays a good host to his guests. We just didn’t want to jump in the deep end right as you came over. We could tell based on our first impression of you that we should ease slowly into the hard stuff. Even now, there's no pressure whatsoever if you just want to stick to G. If you want to at least watch how I use it you can see for yourself how to smoke this stuff. ‘What does it feel like?’ Patrick asked, as Mike grabbed a large lighter from the kitchen island, lit the torch and started to move it around the glass. ‘It's a bit different than G, where G gives more of a sense of tranquility and enhanced libido. But Tina is a real upper, so you’re gonna feel a sense of energy, and a strong urge to fuck. It’s especially amazing when you combine the two together. ‘Combine together?’ asked Patrick, confirming what he heard in surprise. ‘Yeah, you just gotta be careful and don’t bite off more than you can chew’. Christopher reassured me. Mike took his hit, and could hear the water in the bong bubble away. Mike paused to hold his breath for a moment, before slowly releasing. The smoke that came out was a pure white and heavy plume that seemed to stay suspended in the air for a moment, as it carried across the room. Mike went back to the bong for another hit, as Ben leaned into Mike, waiting to give him a kiss. What Mike was in fact doing was transferring the smoke into Ben’s mouth, as it wasn’t really a kiss. Ben’s cheeks filled with air, followed by Ben’s exhale with an equally sized cloud of Tina. Patrick was studying them to watch what would happen, and anticipate a change in their behavior, but to only see that Ben and Mike were looking a little bit more relaxed, sitting back in the couch sectional. ‘Interesting’ Patrick commented, not really sure what to make of this. He was curious by all that he learned, and ready to take the next step with this new guy in front of him. It was difficult for Patrick to try and weigh the pros and cons of any potential consequences about to take place. Deep down however, he was really searching for a justification for saying yes if he were asked to participate. Given the sexual energy in the room and how approachable everyone was, Patrick’s initial thought would be to try and stay, but not immediately jump right in with smoking. He would maybe dip his toe in the water later on, but felt ok with himself to just play things by ear, or perhaps even stick to G for the rest of the night. Christopher took his turn at the bong, re-lighting the glass bowl with a slightly different heating technique, and held his full lungs until he reached Mike’s lips. ‘This is a shotgun, it's great for efficiency’ said Ben. ‘It looks pretty standard to smoking weed but yeah I’ve never personally tried it out myself.’ said Patrick. ‘You are welcome to it but go at your own pace for sure. If you’re already having fun then that’s what counts’ said Christopher, blowing one more out into the living room. ‘I also was chatting with my friend Guilherme about an hour ago and he said he might be around for later but he had some stuff to do, so no promises. Guilherme is another friend of mine that I’m pretty sure Ben and Mike, you two have met before, right?’ Christopher asked the couple. ‘We know him from one of these nights that we were here before. Yeah he’s a good kisser, he can rim really fucking deep too, you’ll remember his face.’ The men were catching up in the living room for a bit, talking about their Friday nights. Patrick told how he is now on prep and wanted to fully embrace his sexual rebellion, and turn into a fucking pig. How this was interpreted to Christopher, Ben, and Mike was that Patrick was here to have his limits pushed. Ben began disassembling his bag containing gummy snacks, a personal travel case, and a fresh jockstrap and harness. The relaxed mood continued as the three other men continued blowing clouds, and giving each other shotguns, back and forth, sharing the same hit. While the smoke would fill up their lungs and the living room, Patrick could smell the unique odor it gave off. ‘I think you all would benefit from taking a quick shower, I already got towels freshly folded that are waiting for you in the bathroom, you’re welcome to rinse off and clean out if you need to. We’re all bottoming tonight at some point so good time to check’ ‘Perfect, thanks a bunch Christopher’ said Mike, rising from his seat. Ben also got up from the couch and followed Mike to the bathroom and down the hallway they went. All that remained was Christopher and Patrick in the living room. ‘Just checking in, how’s everything going for you? I know this is all pretty new to you’ Christopher asked Patrick ‘Yeah I’m curious about it but yeah I’m just taking it all in one step at a time I suppose’ Patrick smiled to let Christopher know that he wasn’t too worried or scared off. ‘Yeah its great you’re setting the speed for yourself, it's good discipline’ Christopher said. ‘Let me show you the apartment around so you have the lay of the land. Christopher walked Patrick around quietly, down the hallway, through one of the bedrooms with a huge television and an ambient, color-changing lamp. Christopher invited Patrick in the middle of the room, where he could see the nightstand covered by a thousand little objects. More water bottles were found, an ipad, TV remotes, poppers, lube, a lighter, more lube, and a small lamp. Christopher sat on the bed, and tapped the edge of the bed for Patrick to join him. ‘I’ve got a lot of porn, I want to see what you pick for the four of us. Here, let me show you my Naked Sword page for you to scroll through. Christopher handed over the ipad for Patrick to start flipping through the different options. Patrick chose his preferred studio that leaned more on group sex and raw bareback, and chose one of the recently released scenes. ‘Oh let me just grab my supplies in the living room, one sec.’ said Christopher. Patrick leaned back in Christopher’s bed distracting himself with the porn scene that he hadn’t watched before. For a quiet moment, Patrick could hear the water running distantly in the bathroom. Patrick was now ready to stick his tongue down Christopher’s throat once he got back. The footsteps in the carpeted hallway got louder, until Christopher found a light switch where the hallway light went completely out. The apartment became suddenly very dark, with the exception of the TV and the ambient red light from the bedroom. Christopher re-emerged in the room. Looking more intensely at each other, Christopher came straight at Patrick and kissed with their tongues locking. A jolt of blood pulsed in their slowly hardening cocks, as they got the first taste of each other. ‘You’re gorgeous, Patrick, do you know that? Beautiful eyes, you must get this from everybody.’ Patrick blushed, ‘So are you, I’m so horny for you’ said Patrick, before going back to kissing Christopher. They continued making out throughout the porn scene, not rushing each other but just enjoying the moment for the two of themselves. ‘Let me throw on some music, you have a preference?’ ‘Yeah I kinda like to listen to something with a low beat in the background, Let me connect my phone’ offered Patrick. Patrick put on his favorite playlist, receiving immediate approval from Christopher. ‘You seem like you really know how to have a good time’ Christopher complimented. Christopher made the move to unzip his vest, revealing his chest with a good amount of chest hair. He was in just as good shape as Patrick had hoped. Not a lumberjack but someone who had really well defined features to his upper body and a treasure trail. Patrick returned to his initial spot on the bed and put his arms around Christopher’s back. While they kissed, Christopher’s hands were crawling up Patrick’s shirt. With no resistance, Patrick allowed him to explore and feel everything he wanted. His hands would reach his ass crack a bit, rubbing his hands all over his waist. Christopher had discovered just the band of his jockstrap hugging Patrick, no underwear. At this point, both of their hard-ons were poking through their pants in the most obvious way. Christopher rubbed Patrick’s groin area, while Patrick slowly took off his own top, exposing his chest to the warm temperature of the apartment. Hands were roaming faster, while the kissing and the mouth fucking continued. Patrick leaned back on the bed to give Christopher the ability to undress his pants. Christopher grabbed his legs and yanked Patrick forward to the edge of the bed. He unbuttoned his pants and slipped off each pants leg, to reveal Patrick’s used black jockstrap that he had worn much of his time with Ben and Mike. Christopher brought his nose to his crotch to smell some body odor, Patrick’s pheromones, and some old sperm. He honestly wanted a shower if it could give Christopher a fresh start. He desperately wanted Christopher’s tongue to make love to him. ‘Once Ben and Mike are done, I’ll hop in as well if that’s ok’ said Patrick ‘Of course there’s everything in the bathroom that you’ll need. Before you go, how long ago was your last dose of G? This was back with Ben and Mike?’ Christopher asked. ‘Maybe an hour and a half? Maybe even 2?’ ‘Yeah I think maybe you can wait a bit longer, maybe after you get out of the shower you can join us with a round.’ ‘Thank you Christopher, I would gladly take you up on that. It would be really fun doing it together.’ said Patrick. Christopher grabbed his bong, and the torch from the night stand and began heating up the glass. Little curls of smoke began to come out of the glass pipe hole, as the crystal melted by the heat and turned into vapor. The bubbles whirled as Christopher inhaled deeply and extensively. He held his breath with his eyes on Patrick, exhaling his cloud of chemicals directly at him. Realizing that maybe blowing the clouds directly in Patrick’s face wasn’t the most gentle, Christopher immediately apologized. ‘Sorry about that, I… I didn’t think to not blow that right into your face’ ‘No-no, actually that was kinda hot, I was ok with that.’ responded Patrick Patrick’s heart began to race, as he was suddenly feeling like he was dancing with the devil. He wanted to flirt with Christopher and for Christopher to bait him to try meth. ‘You can keep blowing clouds, I like watching you do it’ Patrick said. Christopher smiled, ‘Ok cool, I’m glad you’re ok with it Patrick.’ Christopher got to the side of the bed, got out what appeared to be a dime bag with the crystal shaped pieces and dust, and extracted some with a straw as a scooper. He narrowed down to the bowl to top it off with more shards, and relit. The crystals began to liquify and turn into a thick smoke. The bubbles gargled through, filling Christopher’s lungs full of the crystal meth, and out he blew, again towards Patrick. Patrick breathed in the thick air, and leaned in to kiss Christopher, wanting to get close to the clouds and inhale whatever he could. In turn, he began again to kiss Christopher, which he could taste a bitter flavor from the smoke. Their tongues danced and collided, and the heat from both their bodies coming together got them excited. Christopher broke the kissing to grab air. ‘You were curious about the smoke just now, weren’t you.’ asked Christopher. ‘Maybe’ replied Patrick. ‘Light another one.’ Patrick’s heart was rapidly beating, hearing his own words making Christopher push his own limits. In Patrick’s mind, he was ready to get converted into trying meth. He wanted to clear his mind on having to make a tough decision and to just let the desire take control like never before. He was ready to be carried away by the night and the approaching morning. Christopher lit the torch again, letting the crystals once again melt. The inhale of the vapor rushed into the bong, hitting Christopher, as he continued heating up all that meth. The torch went off, the bubbles subsided, starting that moment of pause for Christopher to let the clouds swirl in his lungs. Patrick was gonna make a go for a shotgun with Christopher. Patrick's eyes gazed into Christopher’s dark pupils, giving each other their full attention. Patrick and Christopher came together and locked lips. Christopher slowly breathed the chems into Patrick, filling him with his warm clouds of Miss Tina. The exchange was seductive, and Patrick was feeling the smoke envelope in his mouth, his throat, and his lungs…..

It had been a long time since I'd been out to a club in rubber. I'd promised myself not to drink quite so much this time around, so with that in mind I thought I'd pace myself in case anything untoward should happen. I suppose wearing a short rubber chapsuit with a rubber thong and waders was suggesting stuff I probably would be too scared to give in to, but here I now was. Trying to not get drunk. A guy I'd been chatting on and off with was there. He seemed to be getting involved with most of the other men, but soon came over to where I was standing and exchanged small talk. He was wearing a short rubber surf suit and looked fucking beautiful, but after we exchanged pleasantries, I let him go on his way, further back into the club. Another hour or so had passed, and there I was, making my way around the sex area. Half prick-tease and half nervous, but my cock had stirred enough to be in the mood to join an encounter, so I started to eye up what was on offer. There he was again. Standing there. Drinking. Watching the guys wander about. I thought I'd try and see if he fancied jacking off at least, so I ventured closer to him. "Alright mate, see anything you like the look of?" I wanted to say "yeah, you" but batted it away as a "Yeah, a few things hehe". A mate of surfsuit joined us, believing we were about to get into it. He knelt down behind me and started to lick my hole. His tongue with the strip of the thong combined made me feel a bit hot and so I reached in to kiss Surfsuit while this was going on. "Mmmm" Surfsuit said "Good kisser aren't ya?" I blushed and smiled inwardly and took a blast of his poppers. Inhaling as much as Surfsuit did. By this time we were starting to explore each other more and I started working his rubbered crotch. "Want that, do yer?" I could only nod through the popper haze. He turned me around and pulled his cock out and started to teased my tongued hole. He was muttering into my ear as he also reached around and felt my hardening cock. "Yeah, you'd be a good addition to the team". I had a vague idea what he meant, but by now was too poppered up to really indulge into further conversation. "Open that arse up for me boy, you're ready". Again, through the haze, this was incredibly hot, and so then I started pulling my cheeks open wider for him to enter. "Yeah, nice hole lad. Bit tight, but that'll change" Fuck me, he was turning me on. I bent over and allowed him entry. Only brief flashes of "What the fuck am I doing?" going through my head. He started building up a rhythm, and there was no way I could just walk off while he was in me like this. Right now. It was ecstasy. He started to go faster, as I felt our union. This was the sluttiest I think I'd ever felt, and I was falling under the spell. Surfsuit stopped suddenly, and whispered into my ear "You're a dirty little rubberpig aren't yer? You do know that all the rubberpigs that sit on my cock end up converted, don't you?" I was panicking now. The sweat gushing and my cock straining. I was in no position to suddenly destroy this moment. It felt somewhat real. Like a union I never was aware of. As Surfsuit sped up, I heard him grunt and my arse became the recipient for his load. Fucking with a condom was fine, but to feel this guy's load in my hole was too much. My cock strained harder as he whispered again to me "I've been saving that load all week since you mentioned that you might come here. I've had my sight set on breeding you up. You're one of us now, pig. A brother. Welcome. Rejoice in your new existence". Then Surfsuit pulled me back up and pushed me down onto my knees and presented his cock for me to clean. As I got down to it, devouring his meat, he unzipped his suit slightly and there was the biohazard tattoo. My cock could not have got any harder by now, as he held my head down. Bobbing up and down on his cock with the tatt almost hypnotising me. "Good lad" He said. "Right, let's see about where your last neg load should go. I suggest up here", as he turned around and unzipped at his arse. I was beyond help at this point. Adrenalin of the encounter rushing through me. Caught up in the rapture of the encounter. Soon I was spasming my neg seed into his arse. It felt like a union. A connection. A circle. In the moment, I went to kiss him. The two of us were in each other now, regardless. "Man, it feels good taking the last neg load of a rubberpig, putting him on the road to brotherhood", he said, with a grin. As it all dawned on me, I started to worry in my mind that I'd done something deeply insane, yet the bugdad/ brother chat had won me, and my cock, over. No going back now. After that night, we continued to chat on and off. I felt a bit more kinship growing in me, gradually as I started to fall ill, yet feel indescribably horny. When I said this to him, he responded "Excellent, it has begun". It felt like I was in a cocoon of painkillers and wooziness and with these hard ons. I started looking and cruising more 'needs discussion' guys online, as I felt a weird kind of kinship grow within me. A few weeks later I was back at the club. I'd got myself my own surfsuit outfit, and felt more at home in that environment then I ever had. As that night went on, I too had begun to fuck randomly, now not needing to worry. As the gentleman who went down on my cock started to struggle slightly as I unzipped my suit to reveal my new biohazard tattoo, I revelled in this twisted new power as I came into his mouth, and welcomed a new brother. It's what the brotherhood does.

My hands are trembling as I pack the pipe. Despite months, years of preparation, knowing I’m about to cross a line almost no one has the balls to cross has me shaking with anticipation. And lust. Pure, unbridled lust, flowing as freely as the precum slicking up my cock head. I know I told him I’d wait, but I can’t help it. I take a few hits off the pipe. My cock responds instantly, getting half-hard at the quality of the crystal, and the debauchery it will lead to. Debauchery. That’s a term of art if ever there was one. This is straight up depravity. I’m sprawled out on my bed, familydick video playing on the 90 inch high def television hanging on the opposite wall, Derek Allen is showing his “step”son how to fuck his gorgeous blond boyfriend proper. I’m taking a few casual hits, eyes darting between the porn and watching myself in the mirrors that flank either side of the bed, an infinite regress of daddy stud stroking his daddy stud cock. 9 inches reflecting back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth. As turned on as I’m getting from the crystal, the porn, watching myself jack off, it’s nothing compared to what I know is coming just as soon as he emerges from the shower where he’s eagerly and methodically cleaning out his asshole. My son. My pride and joy. Varsity athlete. Honors scholar. Future Senator. Meth-crazed cumslut. Daddy’s little boy. I “officially” found out my boy was gay a few weeks after his 16th birthday, when I walked into the living room finding him holding his best friend’s hand, shaking, with tears streaming down his face. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m gay.” I was so proud of him for choking out those words despite the existential dread gripping every fiber of his being. Fully anticipating the worst of all reactions from his upstanding, God fearing, patriotic Texan father, he readied himself for the end of his family, his home, every foundation of his existence. “Shit boy, I’ve known that since you were 13. How long did it take you to figure out you could use an incognito browser?” Relief, then astonishment washed over his face, only to be replaced by a sheepish grin as his best friend convulsed in loving, heartfelt laughter. “Have you figured out your old man sucks cock too?” The laughter stopped immediately, and after a second or two of silence, it resumed in the form of a few nervous chuckles. Is the old man fucking with me? I could read it on my boy’s face. Little did he know, I would be fucking with him, something I had decided shortly after he turned 15 and for which I spent the last 3 grueling years planning in meticulous detail. Camping trips with communal showers, increasingly explicit movies on saturday afternoons, shorter shorts exposing my hefty cock. Lighting his first joint. Cracking his first beer. Frank and franker conversations about the kinds of lube he used to jack off. “Accidentally” leaving the bedroom door open a crack when I’m fucking a trick, leaving the bathroom door open when I’m taking a piss, dropping my towel a little too soon after getting out of the shower. Every step brought him closer and closer to the moment two years ago when he pulled my shorts down, gasped at the heft and fucking beauty of my cock, lowered himself to his knees, and with a wonton lust he can’t possibly conceal, closes his eyes, opens his mouth and accepts, with a gratitude bordering on reverence, his daddy’s dick for the very first time. He turned 18 on November 08, 2022, and by 12:05 am, he was shaking from the most powerful orgasm either of us had ever experienced, as I shot rope after rope after rope of cum all over his beautiful face. I knew my boy wanted my dick, wanted my load. I didn’t realize how badly he craved it until the first volley of my nut landed on his face and triggered a hands-free geyser erupting from his equally ample, equally beautiful dick. I came a second time moments later when, as I stood there panting and sweating, he began scooping up our combined loads, and - never breaking eye contact with me - swallowed it all while humming “happy birthday” to himself. I hadn’t planned on fucking him just yet, I wanted this to be a marathon, not a sprint, but I was so turned on by my son embracing, reveling, wallowing in my daddy lust that I started getting hard again. Almost telepathically, my boy knew what was coming. He got on all fours, climbed onto my bed and pulled apart his ass cheeks. I’ve eaten a lot of ass, it’s one of my favorite things to do. Licking, caressing, making out with the bottom’s hole… I consider it one of the only ways a man can truly pleasure and be pleased by another man. (That and sucking his cock with the unbridled enthusiasm my son had just shown on mine). So when my son wordlessly pulled apart his ass cheeks, his hole already puckering, I knew I had to take my time and savor it, no matter how painful my erection was getting. My technique rarely fails to leave my bottom quivering and begging for my cock. My son was shaking, begging, crying for his daddy to give him all 9 inches. I get harder and harder remembering his whimpering, ‘please dad, please I can take it, I need your cock in me, I need your cum, I don’t care if it hurts, I WANT it to hurt, I just need your dick in me. Please daddy. PLEASE!’ They were the first words either of us had spoken since the clock struck midnight, my boy legally became a man, and his mouth and hole and entire body became devoted to my servicing my dick, slaking my lust, slurping my cum. I never could deny my boy something when he pleaded with me like that. So I lined up my cockhead with his hole, and I didn’t even have to push. He pulled me in him. He shuddered, came again when I bottomed out, my balls resting against his taint. I leaned forward, gave him a kiss on the head, and whispered in his ear “get ready.” And then I fucked him, hard, for the next three hours. Every single position, every single variation, from good old doggy style on my bed to pile driving him on the kitchen table, his back and ass being mashed into the birthday cake - Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting - until my legs literally buckled out from under me, and I collapsed from the exertion of devoting every ounce of my energy to fucking my son. Even then, he couldn’t leave my cock alone, and I both passed out and woke up to him worshiping it with his mouth. We fucked almost every day for the next eight months, until his acceptance to UCLA. When he applied as a junior, all he could think about was getting out of Texas, getting to LA, sucking surfer dick and fucking stoner ass. Those fantasies almost completely evaporated after that first night, and the nights after. By Christmas vacation, when he spent the entire two weeks completely naked, and covered in cum - his, mine, a few discrete friends I brought over on Christmas eve for my boy’s very first gangbang - thoughts of California were a memory so distant they could have been mistook for a dream. But I insisted. My boy is no slouch, and as much as I knew he wanted to devote his entire existence to pervy, incestuous escapades, I refused to let him waste his God given potential… Both in the classroom, and in the dorm room. As much as he hated the thought of leaving home, daddy cock, daddy cum and lots of it, I knew he’d be okay. And that faith in my boy was born out his very first night in Westwood, when I got a video of him flip fucking with a gorgeous stud who turned out to be the starting quarterback of the the Bruins football team. It was a performance I’d see repeated many, many times that first year, courtesy of the live webcam he set up for me to watch, in realtime, as he sucked and fucked his way across campus. I, of course, returned the favor, putting up cameras all over our house so he could follow my action as well. We developed this beautiful tradition - every friday night, we would time it so that we were both fucking at the same time. I always nutted just a little bit faster when I could see my boy, and by the end of his first year, we were cumming simultaneously almost every session. When he flew back after his first year, he wore the thinnest shorts he could possibly find, and his erection was painfully obvious as he walked right up to me and kissed me, hard, on the mouth. Normally, I’m pretty cautious, but I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I got him back to my truck, I bent him over the front seat and fucked him like his asshole owed me money. Three cars drove by while I was making my boy whimper and moan like the cheap whore I raised him to be. One of them was a sheriff trooper. My son has never made me prouder than when he looked the sheriff dead in the eye, and in between gasps from the relentless pounding I was giving his hole, said “your cock ain’t gonna suck itself mister, get that fucker over here before my daddy needs me to clean his dick off.” Most men would panic. Most men would be desperately trying to zip up their pants and fumble their way through a wildly unbelievable attempt to convince the deputy not to believe his lyin eyes. I just kept thrusting. My son just kept moaning. It was a siren song to the cop, who briefly wrestled with his conscience before doing a quick double take to check and see if anyone was looking before opening his door and revealing a beautiful, already hard and leaking 9 inch dick. He didn’t say a single word as he sauntered up to the other side of the truck, opened the door, and fed his cock to my son. I was alreay close to cumming, but I decided to edge myself in my boy’s hole until the Sheriff was close so that my boy could get loads on his face and in his ass at the same time - something he had grown particularly fond of, courtesy of all the frat boys he’d bring home after last call. The Sheriff, still somewhat disbelieving what was happening, nonetheless came within 3 minutes, blasting a huge load all over my boys face and hair, licking some of it off, and smearing the rest with his not-at-all deflating cock. My son, cocky little fucker that he is, just looked up and said “how about you escort us back to our house and we keep this party going.” That phrasing was the first indication that my boy was getting up to a little more than he was letting on. But I didn’t have time to question him further as the Sheriff leaned into his walkie-talkie and said “Dispatch, providing an escort to a soldier back from deployment, disregard the sirens.” We lived a nominal 60 minutes from the airport, but with the Sheriff’s kindness to a “returning soldier” we were home in 35 minutes. The Sheriff pulled into our garage so as not to disturb the neighbors, and somehow had completely disrobed en route, everything but the boot and the cowboy hat. He wordlessly bent my boy over the squad car as I sat on the nearby work bench and took in the sight of my boy’s hole being plowed, slowly and steadily, the Sheriff’s thick and veiny cock glistening with the cum I had already shot up my boy’s ass. The Sheriff fucked him for 2 hours before having to respond to a call of “shots fired.” "Shots fired all right, all over my fuckin face," was all my boy said. I love, love, LOVE how cocky my boy had become, how fucking brazen he could be. He was a big dicked cum slut stud, he knew it, and he knew everyone within his line of sight new it too. We spent that entire first summer sucking, fucking, eating ass, even fisting him once. I’d fall asleep with my cock in his ass every night, with him half-whispering, half-sighing “I love you daddy.” I’d usually be woken up a few hours later, as deep in a REM cycle, he was dream fucking himself, not even waking. And of course, as the sun broke over the horizon and shone clearly through east-facing floor-to-ceiling windows, I’d be roused by the sensations of him licking, kissing, and sucking my first load of the day. It was towards the end of the summer, as he was preparing to head back to California, when I found out Daddy’s perfect cum dumpster had set his sights… higher… I had to travel to San Antonio for a conference, and as much as I wanted to have him with me, I was giving the keynote speech and my sense of professionalism overrode the untrammeled lust that had consumed me ever since the first time I saw his web history and the tiny bit of boy cum crusted on the table all those years ago. He understood, although his disappointment was palpable. But I always encouraged him to have fun whenever, wherever and with whoever he wanted, and like a good father, I never once brought up the word condom. And from the videos I saw, he never gave it a thought. My boy only fucked raw. One of the many, many reasons I was so fuckin proud of him. The speech went off without a hitch, I received a couple of dozen new orders for the tech I was pitching, with enough of a profit margin to ensure that my boy could spend the rest of his life fucking his boy without ever worrying or wanting for money. Naturally, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of having fun in a different city. And since I was feeling pretty bold, I decided this would be the rare night I’d get lit and fuck all night. I pulled up rent.men, found a stud whose page telegraphed meth whore, and booked him for the whole night. He had a perfect ass, a 10 inch dick and a smile that could light up Dallas. His soft blond hair contrasted perfectly with the hard, clearly roided out pecs, abs and biceps he not-so-subtly wanted me to worship. I asked if we could film, a keepsake for the boy. Rentman insisted. I got him on his side, with his knees pulled up like he was being fucked doggy style. It’s my favorite position, gives me perfect access to his prostate with the upward and slightly left leaning curve of my dick. I never broke eye contact as I pushed in, not even as I lit the bong and the torch and gave him several shotguns. He was flying, I was flying higher, and after 40 minutes, he had to tap out. I went to take a piss while he rested, absent-mindedly watching the porn and stroking his cock to the amateur videos my son had so thoughtfully provided on an external harddrive he slipped in my satchel bag right as I was heading out the door. I was watching myself take a hands-free piss in the mirror, getting hard watching my cock and debating on whether or not I should ask him if he pointed. I was just about to flush when rentman made my dreams come true, saying “oh hey wait I know this kid, I got lit and fucked him when I was in LA last spring.” I love my boy.

Curiosity got me one day. He made it very available. DoubleList ads were constantly up asking for raw loads form big hung black dicks. One pic after another of him gaped or getting fucked raw by bbc. I texted “sup” with a pic of my dick, semi flaccid. I have a fat 10 inches on a skinny body. He responded promptly and we made arrangements with no small talk. Soon after, I was en route to ass-pound a stranger who was experienced af with hung jocks. I enter his room to find him ass-up, waiting, twerking. Clean, lubed-up and well-prepared, he was a perfect host. He’s a chub with plump cheeks. Room was clean, and neat; wipes, condoms, and lube were available at the bedside. Power bottoms like this are an answered wish. I was conscious about all the dudes he had received before me. This was only my second encounter with a man. So soon as I dipped in, I did my best to murder it in a way I might be remembered. Launching long, accurate, world-rocking backshots, cheek-smashing haymakers, and punishing knockout strokes from behind, before climbing up on top to piledrive a 5-day-load in deep. I lasted maybe 15 minutes. Afterward he seemed impressed, but also surprised. He asked for permission to record the next time for OF, and said the pics that I’d send did me no justice. I guess I’m just bigger in person. Another bootycall in my area; Another romantic encounter, as long as you think mean, raw, big dick breeding is as romantic as I do. Now I regularly load him up enjoying the knowledge that I’m his rudest, meanest fuck ever, as much as I enjoy the comments from viewers of his posts on pornhub and the like.

I can agree with that....to an extent. I would think, since you're an attractive guy and of a different skin color, guys would come flocking. I know I would, being different in a crowd of men I find a turn-on. But that's me, you know your city, and what the people are like. If I go to an organized event, say at someone's home, I sometimes reach out to the host and ask who is coming, It gives me an idea as to what the demographic breakdown in. I don't really mind what the ration of white to black, to latino to asian, really is. Though sometimes it is nice to get a "heads up" that someone attending may not be someone I am particularly fond on. By checking in advances as to who is attending, it has prevented me from being in some awkward situations. I do understand what you are saying.......

Nice to see this story gets read occasionally. It's pretty hot, ain't it? 😀

I think its one of those things when you're taught to fear something it just makes you more intrigued. I've long been warned by my parents and grandparents to steer clear of Anglos and that Anglos are trouble, especially rednecks and that they will beat up and kill Mexican kids like me (even though I'm a 5th generation Texan). All it did was make me more intrigued about redneck guys. We didn't have a lot of Anglos at my school but I did like watching them get naked for PE class and eyeballing them in the showers. I'd google for pictures of naked redneck guys and would jerk off to those picture like crazy, fantasizing about them fucking me. I started doing hookups while Craigslist was still around and hooked up with a redneck guy and let him breed me raw...was the hottest sex I'd had up until that point. It was all I could fantasize about. Part of me wanted them to call me racist names while they were fucking me. Even now trashy redneck guys move to the front of the line over way more attractive non-threatening guys. And I've been beaten up by some white trash guys and had close calls, but still keep going back for more.

Totally will turn down a guy who insists on wrapping. I can find guys who won't. fuck them!

I am sure I have more than this, but here goes #1 I was 21 in college had just got my cock sucked for the first time a couple weeks before. I always thought i was the suckee not the sucker. That was until I met him...Jamal. A 19 yo, bbc, stud, good looking, hung, 8 inches, cocky. I stood next to him at the urinal. I could tell he was pulling on his cock. I looked over and he caught me staring. /he stepped back from the urinal to give me a better look...a bold move. I did the same. I was instantly hard. He put his hand on my shoulder and with barely any direction. I sank to my knees and he fed me my first cock. when i was done. He slipped me his name and number told em to call him soon. Needless to say, I was hooked. I sucked another bbc to completion in a stall got his name and number then ran down to meet my girlfriend. I was back every day. #2 nameless and faceless but I was xmas shopping with my mom, we were heading to the car when nature called. We were walking right by a cruisy restroom in JC Penny. I told her to go on to the car. I'd only be a few minutes. I took the only open stall, sat down did my business (i really had to go), but i tapped my foot anyway thought i get some head. What i got was a huge 9inch monster sliding though a gloryhole. I swallowed as much as I could and sucked him off the best i could. I was soon rewarded with a mouthful of gooey cum. Why is this cock so significant? I sucked one while my mom waited for me in the car. I thought i'd never do that //3 I took a few years off got married (fool). I thought I was straight. I got cruising around online and met Jesse, he was about 15 years older, 8inches hung, and we met to swap bj's. Well, until he showed me that huge cock of his. I was on my knees so fast. I came sucking him off. He told me that anytime his car was in the dirvie I could stop by...I ddi12 out of the next 14 days. By day 14 he was barebacking my virgin married ass. I never looked back and how I am not pozzed is beyond me Joey

I should have mentioned before that my previous attempts of sex stories here on BZ were always little bit spiced up. All was based on reality, but it always included lots of fictional elements. I believe that it did not work well after all, but never mind 🙂 But this story is different. All within "JUST A SLUT" is 100% real and this thread can be considered as almost real-time chronicles of how I finally accepted myself as a cumdump whore. I AM JUST A SLUT! PART TWO Little did I know around 8PM that within a minutes, my pussy will start having an itch. Somehow, no matter how hermit-like did I felt entire day, my hole just started screaming for dicks. I knew that I need more than one for sure. Over the course of 10 minutes, I turned from hermit to the nasty horny cunt. I did not even consider buying condom when I promptly decided to go visit the nearest cruising place. Just had a shower and in half an hour, I was on my way there. As it is no longer than 25 minutes walk, I decided to walk there. I expected to start having some second thoughts on my this while I walk, but no second thoughts came. It was exact opposite. Just as I started walking, my mind went into sort of weird daze or trance...wanting nothing else than bare dicks. I basically remember nothing from the trip. One minute I was in front of my house and the other minute I was entering the dark park, with itch so strong that I think I never had such itch before...and I was never innocent kind of guy! And this is when things started unfolding rapidly. Less than fifty meters of walking through the park, suddenly two guys appeared in front of me, visibly looking for some sex. I said Hello...it turned out that both guys are Ukranian refugees and could barely speak my language, but it was clear that we all wanted the same. None of them was good looking at all, I think majority of gays would even consider them ugly. But that was so hot for me! I came to understanding that as a cumdump, I should only care about the cocks and not the looks. I am not a size queen, but I have no trouble admiting that dick of less than 15/4 is no fun for me. Interestingly, huge cocks never hurt me (except for the very first time with huge cock when I was 17, but that was rapid switch from 15/4 cm which I was used to to 22/7 cm king size dick - and three more fucks with him that night prove that it was just a first-time pain 😄) while I experienced lots of discomfort with smaller ones in the past. Odd. Anyway, we dipped into a nearby bushes and started making out. It was hot to have two guys right at the beginning of an adventure. I thought that one of them is going to be bottom or vers, but that was another thing where I was mistaken! These two guys turned out not to be a pair, but just two top buddies who want some bottom to share…I was glad to help. We started with me kneeling and sucking their cocks for some time. I was enjoying switching from one to another, licking both at the same time and trying to have both of them deep in my mouth at the same time. They did not have so long dicks, but one of them was thicker whick made the task challenging, but not impossible. Suddenly. the taller of the guys stepped aside and then made a few steps to get behind me. He leaned down to me and stuck two fingers to my pussy using just a little saliva. As he had his figners in me, he suddenly used them as a kind of hook and with those two fingers in my pussy, he pulled me upwards to standing position, while forcing me to bend with the second hand to ensure that I keep on sucking his pal. As soon as he pulled me up, the fingers disappeared from my pussy, only to be quickly replaced by his nice dick. He started fucking my pussy hard and I loved it. It was so hot to try to be as best whore as possible and provide the best service on both front and back end. I slipped in a total whore mood so easily that at that point I knew that this is what I was born for, and the slut mindset that I have is telling me that nobody should feel disadvantaged while using me. Every guy deserves the best ride I could provide. He was fucking me for like 5 minutes when they decided to switch. A real spitroast by two Ukranian refugees have just started...just like that, in public park...the bushes we were in were not even 100% dark...any passers-by on the nearby path could see us. I have no idea If any came through though, as for next 30 minutes or so, I have been fucked hard from both ends and all I thought was to have these two guys totally satisfied. Actually, I was enjoying it so much that it all felt like 10 minutes of fun...only then upon looking at the cell phone I noticed that we spend quite a lot of time there. My pussy felt great entire time, and my mouth was busy sucking either one or second refugee. I really lost the sense of time and surroundings. When the first guy shot his load in me, I had mixed feelings...one one hand, I was so happy for the load and the feel of it inside me made me feel proud. On the other hand, I was little sorry that now just one more of the pair will shoot and it’s done. And as I feared, it only took two or three more minutes to get the second guy’s load...but after all, I did not feel so sorry when he did so, as it was a really huge load. My ass felt totally full of cum after fucking with these two random guys. As soon as the secong guy slipped out of my pussy, they abruptly walked away and left me there standing with my leaky hole, which felt great in a light breeze which was occuring that day. I knew that this was not enough though. My pussy screamed for more dicks. I had to go on cruising. It was fun walking around the park with such nicely wet hole. I stumbled upon another guy in really short time. As he saw me walking to him, he stepped aside to the nearest bush with a clear hint that I should follow, so I did. When I stepped into the bushes, he was standing there with his shirt wide open, showing extremely big and beautiful nipples. From his gestures it was clear that his only intention is to have his nipples sucked and bitten while he wanks his dick. As much as I wanted another dick in my pussy, my mind is wicked enough to understand that his orgasm relied on me, so I gladly went on the job. I think I never saw such huge and hard nipples as his. It was hot to suck one them, and after some sucking, I always tend to bite the nipples a bit, so I followed this routine on this guy, too. Upon first bite, it was clear that this guy needs slightly more biting. Let’s just call it significantly more 🙂 His grunts were getting me really horny, and each my bite was harder than the one before. The guy loved it. He was grunting, he was shaking, his begging for more was basically screaming. We must have been heard all over the park. Apparently I did a good job, as after only 7 minutes or so, his cock suddenly started shooting ropes of cum all over the place. I was disappointed that he doesn’t want me to eat his load, but then I noticed the wedding ring...apparently he only needed somebody to torture his nipples, not minding the gender. I find such guys hot. The guy said „Thank you!“ and it really felt that he is grateful. I felt proud again and smiled at him. He then left and upon looking what time is it, I had to face a harsh decision at this moment – should I go home as quite a lot of work is expecting me the other day or should I keep cruising for cocks? Lots of logical reasons for going back home were popping up inside my head. But feeling the itch in my pussy made be quickly brush off all these reasons and go on crusing for another load. Just two or three bushes away, I noticed a slight movement, but upon hazing there, I saw nothing and heard no noises. I was thinking that maybe it was just some bird or so, but still I decided to peek deeper into the bushes to check. There was this little guy standing in dark, wearing black from head to toe. He was really small, he could have been like 140cm tall...at first I even thought that it is some kid. As I neared the guy, he took my hand and put it in his open crotch, where a half hard dick was already waiting. I felt the dick in my hand and started wanking, and very quickly it turned out that while the nature did not give this guy lots of a heigth, she compensated for it in another department. The guy had nice cut cock around 18 cm, not too thin but not too thick. Just the good size. I wasted no time kneeling and sucking on it, but this guys did not allow me to lots of a sucking...after just around a minute, he forced me to stand up and turned around. I then had to partially squat to allow him to enter my ass, but it felt great. He entered me very quickly balls deep and started to heavy-fuck me right from the beginning. I was there, thinking how slutty it is, and felt so proud and happy to be such slut. I loved the feeling of providing my ass to weirdos that I know nothing about, don’t know their status or even name. I knew that another load is waiting to shot inside me and that made the fucking feel awesome. His dick was sliding in and out of my sloppy pussy and both the guy and me were grunting with lust. After around 15 minutes, the guy just made one big grunt and upon that, I felt the warm new load deep inside my pussy. He must have been even heavier shooter than the second refugee guy. When he slipped his cock out of me, I felt quite a lot of cum leaking from my hole, so I quickly tightened my pussy hard to keep as much cum inside as possible. After that, I walked around the park two more times to see If there’s another guy to fuck with, but no luck, and the best that I could do was to walk back home to get at least some sleep before getting-up to work. As I was walking, my pussy felt great. She could take more, but she was somehow satisfied at this point. Just when I was in front of the house where I live, I realized that I did not shoot my load yet. It made me horny again, but it was time to sleep, so while I was travelling in elevator, I thought that I’ll just quickly wank and go sleep. And that was the last thing that night where I was wrong! As soon as I entered the door, my slutty mind overtook again and instead of just wanking, I practically ran in trance to the drawer where I store my XL dildo. It had to came in right there, while I was still standing in front of a drawer. I could not stop. The feel of dildoing my sloppy hole was amazing and the harded I dildoed myself, the harder I needed it. I spent another hour having no mercy with my own pussy and only after that I could shoot my load. I was maybe 18 when I last time had load this big. It was flowing everywhere around me, on my face, behind me on the wall, on the ground...it was everywhere! I kept the dildo inside me balls deep and decided to sleep like that. TO BE CONTINUED.

UPDATE: I've hooked up with this guy twice since then and he's stopped asking about condoms and just takes me raw, letting me unload inside him. We've done it a couple times at IKEA and I told him where I work and we hook up in the bathroom on an empty floor in the building I work in. Still no idea what he's all about (gay, bi, straight...BF, GF, solo flier). I do at least know his name now (Cade). It sucks he's up in Frisco as I don't live nearby and he's usually free at night.

Its simple. Men and women are wired differently, esp in the way we view sex. They say prostitution is the oldest profession...and thats for a reason. Men are wired to separate sex from emotions. We can fuck each other with no questions asked. That's the reason why cruising, saunas and bathouses exist. For men, its a need. Simple. Women in most cases cannot separate emotions from sex. Men can easily fuck and forget. Most women cannot.

Fuck yeah, that is the point. I have used one a couple times and plan it more in the future.

It doesn't happen often but having been bi and now gay, it's a rush to take an inexperienced married guy and make him appreciate not just sucking his cock better than his wife, but feeling him sink in and enjoy being a cocksucker. That first few times when you tell him to drop to his knees and suck. Invariably they start slow but when you feel them truly start to take it in and enjoy being submissive to cock - it's a rush to know pretty much they aren't ever going to stop and will from that point on start to crave cock more and more until it becomes second nature. Everyone should suck cock, or at least try. Once bitten.... 😉

This part is true how I got the most amazing gift ever Hey my name is Travis and here is my story It is estimated that I got it in ‘99-2000. I did not find out until July 2010 and I had been sick for several months with various things and finally got tested. When I say that it’s estimated, it is because when I was hospitalized for a couple weeks, the infectious disease doctor said that I must have had it for at least a decade and she hadn’t seen anyone as sick as me from AIDS in a long time. Also, the timing reference matches up bc I came out/started going to gay bars in sept/Oct ‘99. The first night I went to a gay bar I also went to a bathhouse. I would frequent both multiple nights per week for several years and I would let anyone cum in me. I didn’t know the term bug chaser back then but I would seek out the daddies with the wasting look bc I found them hot. Remember back then there was no prep and it was a very different time. Guys still were going through it with hiv and also there were a lot more daddies who took it we’re still taking roids as a sort of treatment If I had to narrow it down to “who” it would be at least a few hundred men any of which could have pozzed me. And I love that I’m such a slut from the minute I came out that I have no idea, to be honest. Only reason I’d ever want to know who would be to jerk off to it and if they are still living, thank them and have sex with them again But sometimes (I didn’t have the balls I do now back then lol) I’d get the courage at sex parties (I liked to show off even then) to beg daddies for their AIDS while they fucked me I’m sure I’ve passed it along. Not intentionally. I like the guys who make it clear they want it. But back then no prep and having it unknowingly for certain for so long, there’s no way I didn’t. I felt like “well, no surprise” when my doctor told me but I felt like I had to shed a tear or two bc I would’ve looked weird if I didn’t. If that makes sense but deep inside I couldn't be happier.

I'm married but getting bent over and pumped hard by my older daddy is soo good....no need for foreplay etc just get his dick in me and let him go balls deep. I have a long term friend who I have been meeting again and we started due to being away from home and horny (and drunk). It's less risky than meeting strangers and meeting up often isn't unusual.

My twink then said “wow, this has made me so horny, so what happens now? If I go back to doggy with my ass in the air do you think I’ll get a strangers load in me?”. I laughed and said “try it lad and find out as long as you know there will be some real dirty loads out there!”. At this he just let out a little bark of excitement like a little pup and proudly displayed his smooth twinky ass in the air – “I’m taking all loads tonight!”. The old guy who had been watching asked “all loads?” and my twinky friend replied “all loads daddy, breed me up”. He was stick thin but hung like a horse. He rubbed his cock along the twinks hole and started to push his hard horse cock in. My twink said “wait” and put his hand back feeling the cock lining up with his hole “few, it’s raw, on you go daddy”. My cum let him slide easily into the twink, the old guy laughed and said “off course its raw – I need to breed twinks like you – you pretend not to like us old guys then you beg for my poz cock”. The twink maneuvered with flexibility to get the old guy on his back without his cock leaving the twinks hole. The old guy moaned and my twink leant over and kissed him passionately and started to ride the old dudes pole. Eventually the twink moaned “cum in me daddy, shoot your poz cum in me”. I could actually see the old guys cock swell then he growled and spurted what looked like a huge load into my twinks ass. There was a small crowd behind us and they actually cheered.

Like most "rules" these need to be taken with a grain (or shaker) of salt. They may be *this* top's rules but I can assure you they aren't agreed upon by all tops, nor should any bottom feel at all negatively if he fails to "live up" to one top's preferences. "Ten things I insist on from bottoms who I'm lucky enough to get to use" might be a better title for the list.

I never would have guessed you were 18," the clerk said handing me back my id. With a shaky hand, i reached for it. Nervous as to what to expect and nervous I would be seen, I almost turned and just bolted. But I had waited too long. After a few hookups in the bookstore booths, I wanted to experience the baths and see if it was really true, that they were just places for men to fuck non stop. Remembering the directions he had given me, i followed the turns and found my room. I figured a room would give me a place to hide if i needed it. I quickly changed into, well, nothing, just a small towel. A very small towel that barely covered my butt it was so short. I watched porn for a few minutes on the little tv and then got my courage up to go look around. I grabbed my key and made it out and wandered thru the halls. No one in the weight room and I didn't care about the showers or bathrooms. I found my way out to the courtyard and turned around after looking briefly at a packed Jacuzzi. As I walked back in I almost bumped into someone. Looking up and down, I was quickly reduced to shyness. He was hot. Really hot. 6 3" maybe, but thin, real thin, except for his big hands and feet. His graying balding hair was cut real short. And it was pretty dark but i had a good feeling about the tent coming from the towel he had on. " Well hello there...," he said quietly in a low sexy voice. "Uh hi" i managed. " I know I would remember seeing you here before, is this your first time?" "Yeah, I just turned 18 a few weeks ago..." I said trailing off. "You are 18?" he asked, looking at me closely. "yeah, but I, i um, i kind of like guys older than me." "Like guys that are maybe 46?," he said smiling. "Yeah, just like that." I said. "Chris, my room is just down the hall, why dont we go there where we can have a little privacy and... ge tto know each other." ""Ok, " was all i said. I was so nervous, but he was so hot. And this was happening. He was leading me by my hand to his room. He sat on the bed and patted for me to sit down too. "So Chris is this your first time here or your first time?" It didn't make sense to lie. I have been going to a bookstore for a few months and usually suck or get sucked. I have gotten fucked a few times too." "Did you like that, getting fucked?" "Well kind of. It hurts a lot but felt good too. Not sure if i am too tight or condoms aren't slippery, but it feels like they tear you when a guy is inside." "Yeah, a lot of guys say that. Condoms are really uncomfortable. For the top too, let me tell you. It sure does feel better without one. have you ever tried it without a condom?" "No, i always meet guys I don't know and everyone says that you should always wear one." "Chris, not everyone says that. A lot of guys here don't use them. They think it ruins it. And a lot of bottoms decide that they want to feel the man cum in them." " But what... isn't that really dangerous?" "Some things are worth the risk maybe. You should try it, maybe you will like it." "I don't know. I don't know if I should." "Well you don't need to decide this second do you? I gotta ask though Chris, I have been wanting to since I saw you out there. Can you take that towel off? I really want to see that butt." I got up right away and dropped my towel and turned to show him my butt. "Yeah that's a hot butt. Spread your legs a little. yeah like that, now bend over and open up and let me see that little boy hole." I saw out of the corner of my eye he had dropped his towel and now turned my head to look and there it was. He wasn't all the way hard yet but it was on its way to being a perfect rock hard 9 inch cock with a massive mushroom head and big shaved cum filled balls. it was giant. And perfect. "You like that cock Chris? Like what I have for you?" "Yeah, its so big. its so big." Walking towards me he pushed me down onto my knees. He didn't have to say anything, as I immediately opened wide and took him into my mouth. Almost immediately, I lost myself in it. His cock was growing rock hard and felt so good in my mouth as i strained to take more and more of it. "Yeah Chris, you love that cock in your mouth dont you?" With my mouth full all i could do is nod my head over and over and try even more to swallow all over that massive man meat. After a minute or two, he stopped moaning and said "Fuck yeah, now its my turn to taste you." I reluctantly took my mouth off his cock, swirling my tongue around the head one last time trying to catch any precum I could and stood up. " No, get on the bed on your tummy. It isn't your cock I want to taste." I didn't understand at first; I had never had my hole rimmed before. When he pulled my cheeks apart and i felt his rough beard against me, I knew. And then i felt it. That magic feeling of a twisting and squirming wet tongue on my sensitive hole. It felt so good. And he loved it too, I could tell. He was licking and stabbing his tongue into my asshole, trying to fuck me with his mouth. I was moaning and gasping and trying not to squirm and buck too much. It just felt so fucking good. After a few minutes, he finally came up for air. His cock was like steel, and so was mine. "I am gonna fuck you now," he declared. It was not a request. It was a fact. And he knew I was going to let him. Out came the lube and he poured it into his hand and went to work working it into me slowly. He was careful not to hurt me, saying "I want to open you up slow so you can take lots of cock and don't get too sore." After getting me and my hole all ready for just about anything at that point, he began to jerk his cock off slowly, coating it with lube. Aiming it at my hole, I felt him start to press against me. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" I said. "I don't have any. Besides, it feels so much better without anything between us. Don't you want to make my big cock feel really good?" he said in a low sexy voice. He never stopped working it in either and at that moment he popped in and made it past my outer ring. As about 3 inches slid into me, I gasped and worked to relax. "Just relax Chris. I am gonna make it feel so good you will be begging me to cum inside you. But I can pull out too. Up to you. Ah yeah it feel so good. So fucking good." And he was just working his cock into me, deeper and deeper. Filling me. And i was trying to think but the need for cock was taking over and I was almost in surrender mode. Surrender happened when he announced "Fuck yeah, 9 inches of cock inside you. Do you feel that? Do you feel full of cock boy?" "Oh fuck. Oh fuck yeah" was all i could get out. As he slowly pulled out and slid back in again, I couldn't even touch my cock. I knew I would come that quickly, if i did. He started working in and out faster now, with deeper strokes. He was hitting deep and i was gasping and moaning and asking for more. "I want to keep fucking you, but i am gonna shoot soon. Your hole is so tight and eager, its pulling the cum up outta my balls." he said. It then flashed thru me again. He was barebacking me. No condom. Maybe that's why it felt so good? Maybe it wouldn't be any good if he had worn one. Instead, this feeling was magical. His cock felt so good I couldn't imagine not having him fuck me. I would hate to have missed this. His raw cock was fucking me so good and deep and sliding so smoothly. He was really fucking me now, and I was grunting and gasping as he fucked the wind out of me with every deep pounding he gave. "Oh fuck boy, I am gonna shoot if I keep fucking you like this. I am gonna fill you with cum. Or else gotta pull out." He grunted. " Don't stop. Are you clean? Like hiv?" I managed to get out. "This is poz cock you got in you Chris." And now he was pounding me. I was moaning and gasping and grunting and totally losing myself in the feelings of my hole as he pummeled it with his massive cock. "Fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you". He muttered with clenched teeth as he pounded me. "Fuck yeah, gonna give you my load. Big fucking poz load. Poz your little fuck hole up and get you hooked on getting your hole bred." "Fucking shit yeah, fuck me man fuck my fucking hole. Cum in me. Give me your load. I want it. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me." I kept repeating that last part who knows how many times. "Yeah , fucking yeah, her it comes here it comes. Fuck yeah fucking take that poz cum. Fell that cock shooting cum in your little fuck hole. Fuuuuuuck yeaaaaaaahhhh" he almost shouted. 'Yeah yeah yeah, give it to me. fucking fuck me. Fill me up. Fill me with cum. Oh yeah, fucking give it to me." He slowed down and finally came to a stop. He still had his cock buried inside me. "I want to keep it in you while my cum soaks into you" he whispered. "Are you really hiv positive?" i asked. "Yeah i am. And I just gave you a huge load." he said. "It felt so good." I said. " " What getting fucked?" "No, when you came in me, I felt it jet inside me and felt your cock pulsing. I am glad you did that. I didnt know it was so much better bare." "Oh Chris, there are some friends of mine out there that would love to add to my seed inside you. Want me to show you around?" "Yeah, i want more. I want more now." I said.

I had been getting back to the gym and training for the last month (still a long way to go but started) and was quite sore with my neck and shoulders taking most of the strain. So thought I would treat myself to a massage. Looked online and saw a new add nearby so I could walk there. I love a sensual filthy massage, but this time I needed a real proper rubdown, so focused on legit therapeutic masseur this time. Add said recently moved to town and looking for new and regular clients. Nothing to indicate anything sexual or similar. Perfect. I really needed a proper rub down to release some of my knots. He has no pictures on his add which also indicates a good professional masseur. Booked in for 7pm and thought I would check a local beat which was on the way and cleaned out, and I thought I would try my luck at getting some action on the way. I leave a message on the beat chat on an app saying I’ll be there in 10min to take cock. What could be more perfect than getting a load in me and then a real massage in the one night. Often hard to find from same person. Went into the local toiles and withing 10mins a foot tapping under stall and before I knew it I was sucking a nice 8” cock under stall. I could see they were tradie boots so assuming it was a tradie after a long day. I turn around and back up to the cock and a rubber is slid under the stall to me. I slid it straight back and backed up to feel his cock at my hole. I hear an instant grunt and laugh and and in one push he is in me raw. Without any hesitation his is in me in one push balls deep and I hear “oh yeah, finally”. He fucks me hard for 5 mins and then I feel the tell tale speed up and his two hands come slightly under the stall and grab my arse cheeks as he bottoms out in me, and he holds it there as he grunts and growls flooding my insides with a load so big, I fell it. I slowly start to move off his cock and he pulls me back still hard and in me. He starts to fuck me again. 5 mins later and his second load is flooding my now wet hole.” I am running out of time to get to my massage and am glad he is finished. As I am getting dressed again, I hear him open the stall door next to me to leave and I see a crumpled envelope slid under my stall door before he leaves. The envelope has the following on the outside of the envelope: “Open me when you get home”. I put it in my backpack and head to my massage happy I got 2 loads in me and now I am going to get my massage. Pretty sure I will feel good when I finally get home. Arse loaded and a good massage. Get to the massage guys apartment and he opens the door and in front of me stands a 6” tall blonde-haired man with skintight blue singlet and same colour footy shorts. His hair is probably shoulder length but tied up in a man bun which I find so sexy. He has a blonde hairy chest which a lot of blonde hair protruding from the top of his singlet. He has a trimmed blonde beard and a smile you could get lost in. And he has a wedding ring on his weeding finger, so yep, legit, I think. “Come in man. I am Matt” he says as he ferries me to a bedroom set up as his massage room. He asks where my problem areas are and I smirk as my mind thinks of some of the dirtiest comments, but he seems genuine, and I don’t want to misinterpret this and ruin a good massage. I explain my shoulders and neck are sore. He slowly feels my shoulders and neck which gets a response from my cock immediately. I am still dressed at this point and as he is describing where the cause of some of the pain is as he runs his hands down to my lower back and says its all connected and slowly digs his thumbs into my lower back and says he will look after it all. He steps out and instructs me to undress and get on the table. I do and he comes back in and slowly and softly runs his hands over my entire back and down over my arse. “Your skin is quite dry, so I will warm up some oil as I find it helps with minimize the friction and I can get into those tight difficult places easier.” He steps out again for a few minutes and comes back in. I feel warm oil being drizzled all over my back and then over my arse cheeks and then my legs. Feels great. He begins giving me and overall great massage of my shoulders, back and legs. The odd brush over my arse, but nothing specific to indicate anything more. “I’ll just do your entire back and legs first then I will focus on your shoulders and neck toward the end, ok?” I just grunt a “yes thanks” as his touch with oil is amazing. While spending about 10 mins on my entire back he brushes his cock in his footy shorts against my hands as he moves around the table, and I swear I feel it growing. But I remember the wedding ring and remind myself not to get carried away. It is a legit massage after all. Clearly, he is not wearing any underwear, but I guess that is not unusual for a lot of guys. As he is finishing up on my back he dribbles more warm oil on my back and this time he drizzles some over my arse and it dribbles over my crack. Nothing is said, but as a true bottom I instinctively respond by raising my arse slowly. Accidently as I do, I released a bit of the load in there. I am hoping he doesn’t see it. “I am going to focus on your shoulders now, but it is easier to get into the knots using my own weight, so I am just going to get on the table with you”. I hear a shuffle and he gets on the table and straddles my arse. He shuffles around a bit. “just need to get a good angle” and then I see his singlet thrown on the floor. He dribbles more oil on my entire back, but this time he dribbles more on my arse. It dribbles down on my crack more this time and there is a few seconds between when he finishes that and starts to lean in on my shoulders. He really goes to town on my shoulders and the whole time I can feel a bulge pressing against my arse each time through his footy shorts. As he is finishing up on my shoulders, he leans in and says, “how is that”. I am in heaven and my groans and respond of “oh yeah” is clear acceptance. I can feel his breath at my ear as he leans in. I can feel the heat of his body on my back and now I can feel his hairy chest rub against my back. Again, I feel his breath at my ear. “You want another one??” I respond with “I will definitely be back man”. “Good, but I meant now. I saw it when you lifted your arse man. I am not blind. You want another load? I doubt I would even need any oil based on what came out”. He is almost laying against my back at this point. His body on mine feels amazing. I am lost for words and without hesitation the best I can say is “yes please”. My voice is almost begging him. He lifts up and still straddling my legs as I feel a shuffle at my arse and feel what must be another nice 8” cock slap against my arse as he frees it from his shorts. Nothing more is said at this point. Just his hands slowly and sensually massaging my shoulders as his rock-hard cock slides up and down my arse crack. After about the fourth slide the cock head catches my hole and slides in effortlessly with two loads already in me. I hear him moan as his adjusts himself for a better angle and he leans in and says, “I never pull out”. And I immediately respond with “don’t you fucking dare”. There is nothing rough about this fuck at all. He slowly continues to fuck me sensually as he massages my back. It feels like his cock belongs in there. After about 10 mins his speed picks up, and he says, “here it comes”. And no sooner does he finish the sentence I hear him moan loudly as I feel his cock swell and my arse filling with his seed. He stays hard and inside me for a few minutes as he nibbles my ear and kisses my neck. He slowly softens and pops out and I feel some cum dribble out as he does. He gets off the table and he is still in his footy shorts. Just no shirt on. “Turn over now – not done yet. You paid for a full massage. The clock stopped the second it got sexual. So, you still got 30mins left. We will do the front now.” I turn over and lay there exposed on my back and I get to see his gorgeous toned hairy chest. I run my hands over his chest and stomach almost in a worshipping fashion. I can’t belie this gorgeous man just fucked and bred me. I can see the tip of a tattoo poking out of the top of his footy shorts as I am touching his stomach and pull the top of his shorts down a bit to see a biohazard tattoo. I see the sudden panic in his eyes realizing he wasn’t planning on revealing that, hence why he kept his shorts on. He looks down with a slightly shameful look and says sorry. I am touching his tattoo and to put him out of his misery I say, “I hope there is more where that came from”. And I see a look of relief and a smile come over his face as he leans in and kisses me non-stop for 5 minutes. After the kiss breaks he is clearly hard again. So, I say, “so you can take those off now and consider the massage done. But I hope you are not”. He takes his shorts off and starts kissing me again breaking to say, “I don’t have any appointments tonight”. Suffice to say, I stay for another 2 hours and he fucks and breeds me another three times all over the apartment and in his bed. As I finally leave after three hours he says I can have a discount for the next session. I ask how much. “How does dinner sound for your arse for the night”. I now have a wet arse with 5 loads in me. Very happy with my evening I get home and remember the note. I am laying in bed with cum literally dripping from my hole and open the envelope. There is a note that reads: “If I have slipped you this note it means I fucked you at a beat and you didn’t make me use a rubber. I am HIV positive with a high viral load. You probably should get tested. Remember it was your choice to not use a rubber and take the risk.” I jack off on my bed and blow what must be the biggest load I have ever blown. The orgasm is so intense I squirt cum out of my arse. I go back on to the website with the beat the guy fucked me at and leave a message. “To the guy that fucked me there this afternoon. Thank you. And if you are checking this I WANT MORE! Message me.” I wake up the next morning to a text from Matt. “Dinner tonight?” To be continued…

Damn!!! I am loving this story- can’t wait to shoot my next load while Daddy J is shooting his load into his son!!

On the 1st day of college, I, Brock Grant bumped into this goddess named Maria. We challenged each other and became each other’s rock throughout college. Things were great until graduation night when she introduced me to meth. It didn’t take long for me to become addicted. Maria had enough and broke up with me. I checked myself into rehab and by the time I got out, I realized that I was gay. I began dating Charlie and things were amazing for the first 9 months, I came to the realization that I needed to be pozzed. Believe it or not, Charlie was supportive of it and he recommended that we have an open relationship. I started sleeping around with new partners each week. However, I was unlucky and never got the bug. I don’t know how, but I was convinced to go on PrEP. Actually, once Charlie got infected, he asked me to go on PrEP. I finally convinced myself I wasn’t ready to get HIV. It was the best of both worlds as I enjoyed the sex, and I was still protected. I started using meth again and I was lucky that I wasn’t addicted. I was able to use it only twice a month. 2 years later, I find out that Charlie hasn’t been taking his meds and that he has 6 months left to live. Once he passed away, I decided I was done with meth, and it was my turn to become poz. I began sporadically taking PrEP as I made it look like I was taking it every day. In reality, I was only taking it on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. I was stupid enough to post messages on social media saying that I was ready for the bug. I made it my mission to find men who were HIV +. Yet, I was still negative as it turns out that all the guys were undetectable. I truly had no clue what detectable or what undetectable meant. I only found out what that meant when I asked someone how a slut like me was still negative. Suddenly, I started dating Chad who was detectable. For some weird reason, he would only sleep with me if I agreed to use condom every time that I had sex. I must have really loved him and myself because for the next 2 years, I always used a condom. That is until I became smart or reckless again…..

Yeah, the Eagle was bad. Very picky guys. A lot of little groups. This Sunday Naked Cruising at Dirty Dicks and Sex On Sunday at Club Church (both 1600-2000). The first usually ends before 8 pm. The latter is packed with action and the techno music brings you in the mood. And their dark room is darker than the Eagle. Though the one at Dirty Dicks is even darker. I dunno what happened to real darkrooms, als long as you can see a little bit, people are picky, only in real dark a dick is a dick and a hole is hole and it depends om your skills. I remember Bölke in Enschede had one, but that is ages ago and that sauna and club no longer exists.

On Sunday I'd not long been loaded (a big load at that!), before going into the darkroom again. I was still very much "wet", when a guy fucked me, while another watched. The "spectator" took over and, once he'd slid right in, said "fuck, you're so fucking wet". It was a major turn on! He ended up adding his load to what I already had inside me ;-).

Was at a bathhouse a few nights ago and I had to turn down maybe 3 bottoms who wanted to fuck with a condom. Had to let them know that I never ever waste a good load. Luckily I went into this guy’s room and fucked my load deep in his wet cunt. Didn’t feel pre-loaded but his pussy was hot and wet and squishy just the way I fucking love it. Buried my load deep inside him then bounced

When they pull out for a cum shot! Breeding inside is ALWAYS hotter!

Raymond was lost in the pleasure he was both providing Nelson while he serviced him and in the pleasure he was receiving by having some sort of primal need unlocked deep within. The drugs in his system awoke something he could feel burning intensely. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but the urge to have his barely-used hole satisfied overtook him. Raymond spread his knees to widen his position, rocked forward, placed his left hand on Nelson’s muscled chest and began to move his mouth and throat over this man’s cock. Nelson felt the eagerness and excitement radiating off his conquest below. “Fuck yeah,” he barely whispered. Raymond was a man on a mission now. His throat began to accommodate the massive rod impaling his mouth and throat. Deeper and deeper, Nelson’s cock filled Raymond’s throat, the thickness not only stretching him from the inside out but stretching his lung capacity. Finally, Raymond came up for air and immediately began to spit and slobber all over Nelson’s shaft. Without missing a beat, Raymond was back do, inhaling Nelson’s cock, inch by inch. “Look at me, boy.” Raymond, once again, met his eyes. He was finding that the more he was commanded to meet his gaze, the more he wanted to give in and be whatever Nelson commanded. Raymond had spent so much of his life being alone, that he never experienced this type of desire before. Sexual situations, prior to today, were mechanical. They were relatively quick and served only the purpose of satisfying his sexual needs. But today, now, was different. Instead of meeting another person to satisfy his own needs, Raymond was being forced to willingly satisfy the needs of someone who knew exactly what he wanted. “Take your right hand and start fingering your hole. Slowly. One finger to start,” he then grabbed Raymond’s left had that had been kneading and caressing his meaty chest and began sucking on two of his fingers. The sensation of his fingers in this man’s mouth threw Raymond into action. He spread his knees, lifted his mouth off Nelson’s ever-rigid cock long enough to moisten his pointer finger, reached back and began to insert his digit into his surprisingly warm and inviting hole. Nelson began moving his tongue between Raymond’s fingers in his mouth, wrapping it around each digit then down between the space that separated each. Raymond realized that this was exactly what he needed. Without being told he brought his eyes up to meet Nelson’s and began to work his own finger deep into his hole. His hole quickly accommodated the finger and he began working in tandem with mouth and throat. Each thrust of his finger in tight cunt caused him to try and get Nelson’s dick deep down his throat. Nelson was transfixed by the sheen of sweat covering Raymond’s body. Each piston-like movement of Raymond’s body caused his back and arm muscles to flex and strain. Nelson moved his hands to Raymond’s head and shoulders: One hand gently coaxing Raymond’s head down further on his increasingly stiffening cock and the other rubbing and grabbing at Raymond’s arm and shoulder muscles. Raymond was lost in the ecstasy. Feeling Nelson move his hands over his body made him realized that this is what it meant to be desired and to be controlled. Despite his willingness to be in this position, Raymond understood that the choices had been made for him and he found that the his wanting to be desired was tied directly his to listen and follow. A flash of understanding shot through Raymond’s mind and he decided to take a risk. Finger still eagerly invading his own hole, he lifted his mouth of Nelson’s dick. “Thank you,” he panted as he looked approvingly into Nelson’s eyes. Nelson knew exactly what Raymond wanted to hear in response but was deliberate in his response. Raymond watched as Nelson removed his fingers from his mouth and instead of saying, “Your welcome,” Nelson forcefully spit, hitting Raymond in both eyes, part of the forehead and nose. Raymond flinched. “Two fingers now, and keep this dick in your fucking mouth, slut,” and Nelson threw Raymond’s hand, which he previously held in his own as he slurped on the boys fingers, down to the side, as if put off by it. Knowing he had to make up for his actions, Raymond greedily slurped back down on the meat before him while working another finger into his waiting hole. Nelson smirked to himself and finished off the contents of the pipe while Raymond abused himself, pistoning in and out with both his holes. After two large hits off the glass pipe, Nelson decided it was time to really get the boy’s engine revving. He grabbed handful of Raymond’s hair and slowly began to pull. Raymond tried to move his head back down to fill his mouth with more cock but was met with resistance as Nelson kept steadily pulling up. Raymond followed the lead of the man controlling him and finally the thick meat popped out of his mouth and Raymond gasped as Nelson yanked his head back roughly. Now that his cock was free, he began to mildly rough-up the boy. Head yanked back by the hair, Raymond dared not fight as Nelson began lightly slapping his face, left, then right, left, then right. Getting harder slightly, Raymond began to wince. “Keeping finger fucking your hole, faggot,” he added, punctuated with more spit to the face. Raymond began the vigorous motion of fingering his hole while he felt his face ache. Despite the slaps being much more mild than the ones he received earlier in the day, the repetition was increasing his sensitivity. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Each slap caused Raymond to dig his fingers deeper into his hole which was now practically begging to be stretched. Nelson relished this part. He was no stranger to breaking boys, but always seeing them take his slaps was what flipped his switch. He knew enough to never truly hurt them, but enough moderate pain established him as the man in charge, the gatekeeper of sexual depravity that could only come with administering such things. It took every ounce of determination to no longer flinch or blink with each slap. Raymond remained locked on Nelson as he took the slaps and his own fingers. This was not lost on Nelson. Nelson reared his hand back as far as it would go and Raymond, despite his efforts, closed his eyes and braced for impact. But he was surprised as felt Nelson’s hand gently cup his chin. His eyes open to see Nelson coming in for a kiss. Nelson began to explore Raymond’s mouth as Raymond began to force his two fingers deeper into this hole that was now aching for more. This kiss was brief, but passionate. Nelson pulled off and brought Raymond further in order to look down on his muscled back. Nelson placed Raymond’s head to the left of his still jock-strap-covered-hip, causing his fingers to dislodge. Raymond let out a whimper, but soon felt Nelson’s large hands rub up and down the sweat covered back of Raymond. “Fucking muscled-up stud,” he said more to himself than to Raymond. Nelson’s meaty palms reached their destination and he gave two heavy slaps to each, smooth mound of Raymond’s ass. Raymond flinched but soon began to spread his knees further apart as Nelson began to palm and massage each lobe. “Fuck yeah, bitch. Spread those legs,” and he began to slowly insert his right pointer finger into Raymond’s hole. Nelson’s fingers were bigger than his own and he gasped in pleasure as he felt the finger invade is quivering cunt. Raymond’s back arched and Nelson admired the muscles working overtime to accommodate the feelings he was experiencing. One finger turned into two and Raymond began to moan like the faggot he knew he was meant to be. He wrapped his arms, as best as he could in that position, around Nelson’s waist and began to lick and slurp and any and all flesh available to him. Nelson smiled as he felt the boy give in. He began to thrust his fingers in harder, spreading them, circling the boy’s hole before diving back in while his other hand gave two quick slaps to the boy’s left ass cheek. Nelson abruptly removed his fingers and roughly untangled the boy from his body and pushed him to the side. Raymond was confused. In an instant he went from feeling the most sexual pleasure he had ever felt to feeling sad that he somehow disappointed the man he was gladly ready to service. Raymond watched Nelson get up from the couch and removed his black jockstrap. He once again marveled at the god before him wearing only a black baseball cap, which was now turned backward. He too was sweaty and his monster of a cock pointed straight out and looked hard enough to swing off of. “What the fuck are you waiting for. Chest on the couch, slut,”

The sexy hipster, part 1 Matt was getting fucked regularly by the “safe sex top” and his cousin – sometimes a threesome, sometimes one on one, a couple times the cousin brought a friend. Matt was getting bred by them every fuck. The guys would say things to Matt like, “I wish more hot sluts would take our cocks bare,” and “You’re such a hot cumdump.” Matt loved getting fucked by these guys. He really enjoyed the sex. What he didn’t understand was why the “safe sex top” kept turning him down for dinners, coffees, movies, etc. If was clear the guy loved fucking him and cumming in his holes, but the top was just not going to date Matt. Matt was hurt, but not devastated. He knew he was cute and sexy – the guys told him so almost every time they fucked him. Matt got back on AOL. He decided to focus on a guy who would meet him for a date – not sex; not cyber sex; not phone sex – a regular date. BAM! Within two days, Matt and this guy, John, were talking on the phone and arranging to meet at a bar in John’s neighborhood. John lives in a hipster ‘hood with trendy, cheap places to shop, lots of indie coffee houses, and cheap food and drinks. John is sexy. His body is tight and he is about 5’9”, 130 lbs, black hair and blue eyes. So pretty that Matt is really excited for the date. John and Matt meet at the bar. They have a couple drinks and really hit it off. Matt is kinda staring at John’s model gorgeous face while they talk. John is touching Matt’s leg and arm. Matt doesn’t want the night to end. John doesn’t either and he invites Matt back to his place. John lives in a really cool, exposed brick loft with an open floor plan. Matt tells John that his place is very sexy, just like him. John leans in and kisses Matt. John and Matt are making out in the kitchen, their clothes are coming off. Matt sees John’s tight body and abs as John stands before him in his boxers. Matt, in his briefs, sinks to his knees, kisses John’s abs, licks them, and goes for John’s thick cock jutting his boxers. John stops Matt, takes his hand, and guides Matt to the bedroom. John lays on the bed, his cock pops through the boxer opening and Matt bends over and takes it in his mouth. Matt sucks the head. John moans. Matt sucks the girthy 7” cock and is liking the feeling as the cockhead hits the back of his throat. Matt gives John head for awhile – probably about 10 minutes – and John is loving it. John pulls Matt up the bed and makes out with him. John takes off his boxers. John pulls off Matt’s briefs. John says, “I have to fuck you. You are so sexy.” Matt is under John, his legs spread and John between his legs, cock pressing on his hole, “Matt says fuck me.” John reaches over, grabs so lube and a condom; sheathes his John, rubs lube on his cock and fingers some into Matt’s hole. Matt is so happy John is about to fuck him, but he’s been getting fucked bareback so much Matt’s afraid he won’t enjoy sex with a condom. John pushes his head inside Matt. Matt grunts, but he has been getting fucked a lot recently, so Matt’s anal ring gives way to John’s cock. John slides in Matt a couple inches. Matt winces now and bites his lip. John sees this, kisses Matt, and says, “Tell me when you are ready for more.” Matt relaxes and a minute later John is balls deep in Matt. Matt moans when John’s cock hits his prostate. John and Matt fuck missionary at first, then doggie which is so amazing for Matt, then Matt’s chest on the bed/ass in the air, then Matt pressed on the bed. Matt is a bit uncomfortable in some positions because he can feel the condom more. But mostly Matt is moaning like a bitch. This fucking has been going on for 15 minutes or more. John is saying dirty things to Matt about how good his ass feels. Matt loves this fuck. Then as John’s cock hits Matt’s insides again, Matt realizes that he has to pee. He is kinda embarrassed and doesn’t want the fucking to stop. But the sensation is too much and Matt is now afraid that he will pee on John’s bed. Matt tells John he has to pee, apologizes, kisses John, hops out of bed and goes to the bathroom. In the bed, John is flipped over on his back and stroking his cock which is getting soft. He doesn’t want Matt to think he isn’t into him or doesn’t find him sexy or is annoyed, so John pulls off the condom. John keeps stroking his cock, grabs another condom from the nightstand, puts in the bed, uses some lube to stroke himself. Matt uses his time in the bathroom to make sure he is clean, looking sexy, and takes that needed piss. Matt comes back to the bedroom. He sees John stroking his bare cock. Matt is pleasantly surprised. He gets back on the bed, straddles John, kisses him and apologizes for needing to use the bathroom. John says its no big deal. Matt takes John’s cock, lines it up with his used hole, and slides down on the bare cock. John looks up at Matt, surprised. He says, “My cock is in your ass bareback.” Matt says, “I know.” John doesn’t move to stop Matt riding his bare cock. This feels so good for John. John says, “This feels so good.” Matt rides John’s cock up and down slowly, letting John get used to the feeling of his ass without a condom. John is moaning and stifling grunts. Matt is working his dick so well. John pulls Matt off him, tells him to get in doggie position, and gets behind Matt. It’s now that Matt sees the unopened condom in front of him and realized that John didn’t intend to be fucking him raw. John slides his raw cock all the way into Matt. He is fucking Matt hard now. Matt has one hand on the wall, the other stroking his cock. He’s moaning and looking at the unopened condom beneath him. John is roughly fucking Matt and says he is close. Matt pushes his ass back and says me too. John says, “Do you want me to cum inside you?” Matt says, “Yes cum in me.” John grabs Matt’s hips. Slams his cock into Matt and Matt can feel the wetness inside him as the cum is shot all over his unprotected ass. Matt’s eyes fall back on the unopened condom as he smiles. Matt grunts, strokes his cock and cums on John’s bed, the unopened condom, and his hand. John and Matt cuddle for awhile after sex. John is concerned about the bareback sex. Matt reassures John that he got tested recently and that it was negative. After the cuddling and conversation, Matt and John fuck again. John cums deeply in Matt’s ass without asking as Matt is bent over John’s bed.

Part 4 Matt was worried. It's winter again. It's cold out. Snow on the ground. And he's alone in his bed. Matt is wondering how long it'll take before he gets a boyfriend. He's also getting a little worried that he's getting a reputation for being a slut. It's pretty clear that "geek chic" and his group of friends are not interested in hanging out with him. "Geek chic" won't speak to him at the bars anymore. Alexander and his friends are being standoff-ish when they bump into each other. Matt decides to get online. Maybe he can meet a guy that doesn't know all these queens he knows from the bars. Matt logs onto AOL and joins the local m4m room. It took a minute to get in, but his city is rarely big enough to have more than 1 m4m room. He is chatting away with boys and men. Most older guys hit Matt up right away. Matt is looking for someone closer to his age because he wants to date. Matt knows that his future boyfriend is going to be under 25. That night Matt starts chatting with a guy who lives about an hour away - his height and weight, a top with an 8" cock, and 24. They chat over an hour the first night. His name is Mark. Mark and Matt get to sexy chatting. Mark tells Matt that he loves fucking guys in public. Matt tells Mark that he has sucked cock and gotten fucked at the Park. Mark knows the Park Matt describes. Mark tells Matt he fucked a guy from the club there one night, but mostly has gotten head there. Matt is super turned on, typing with Mark, stroking his cock, and occasionally rubbing his hole. Matt is thinking about Mark fucking him in the park. Mark asks Matt if he "always plays safe or ........" Matt is a little surprised, but he's turned on. Matt has "safe sex only" in his AOL profile. Matt takes a minute before he responds. He doesn't want Mark to think he's a slut. Matt wants Mark to date him. Matt knows that sluts don't get boyfriends. Matt is rock hard looking at the screen. He starts to type and stops. Matt types, "I'm hiv negative and want to stay that way." Then quickly follows with, "But I've gotten fucked without a condom a few times." When he types that, Matt's cock gets even harder. He thinks he might cum. Mark replies, "That's hot." Matt types, "Do you fuck bareback?" Mark immediately replies, "Yes." and "Can I fuck you bareback?" Matt replies, "Yes." As he does, Matt strokes his cock twice and cums. His cum shoots all over. Matt is embarrassed now at what he said. He signs off AOL, Matt wipes up his cum and realizes that he just typed to a guy he doesn't know that he'd take his bare cock. Matt is still turned on, but so shocked at himself. Matt knows it is dangerous to fuck bareback. He was taught this all through middle school, high school and college. His parents made him promise he'd practice safe sex when he came out. His friends think guys that bareback are sluts. His best friends would be horrified at what Matt typed out to Mark. Matt goes to sleep. Matt stays off AOL for another couple days. After a shitty night getting ignored at the bars, Matt signs on. Matt sees Mark is online. Matt apologizes for hopping off abruptly. Mark senses that Matt is horny and wants another horny cyber chat. Mark says, "That's ok. How about you come over and ride my cock?" Matt says, "That'd be really hot to feel you slide inside me." Mark says, "Thanks for riding bareback since neither of us brought condoms." Matt takes off his clothes and starts stroking his cock looking at what Mark wrote. Mark says, "Your ass feels so good sliding down my bare cock." Matt replies, "Your cock feels so good inside me bare." Mark and Matt make a few more replies until Mark says, "I'm going to cum in your ass." Matt is so worked up again that he feels like he may cum. Matt replies, "Cum inside me." Mark knows he has Matt and replies, "How about tomorrow? I'll come to the city and cum inside you." Matt says, "Fuck yes." Mark gets Matt's number and calls him to set things up for the next night. Mark tells Matt that he is going to love cumming inside him. Matt tells Mark that he wants him to cum in him badly. Matt is hot for it. Mark says, "Don't cum tonight. Save it for tomorrow. I like you really horny for it like you are now." Matt agrees. The boys hang up. The next night Mark arrives in the city at 9:30pm. This is perfect for Mark because he knows that Matt is just a fuck. Matt is a little annoyed because he wants Mark to date him. Mark picks Matt up. They drive around a bit talking. Matt is trying to get to know Mark. Mark is attractive and all the things his profile said. Matt wants this to be more than sex. Mark realizes Matt might not give it up tonight - the cyber sex Matt might chicken out in real life. Mark turns on the charm. As they drive, Mark is complimentary of Matt and feels his legs and leans in to kiss him on the lips a couple times romantically. Matt starts to relax. Mark sees his opportunity when there is an open parking space near the park. It's 11pm when the boys park the car. Mark leans in and kisses Matt. They make out for awhile. Matt feels Marks hard cock. It is big as promised. Mark feels all over Matt, betting Matt very turned on. Mark's car is small though - a sports car - and uncomfortable to do more in. Mark suggests they go into the Park. Matt agrees. It's cold. There is about 2 inches of snow on the ground. Mark promises to keep Matt warm. Mark grabs lube and poppers from the glove compartment, leaving the condoms there since he knows Matt is going to take it bare. The boys walk into the park holding hands. Matt and Mark stop at the same spot where Alexander's friend fucked Matt bareback. Mark kisses Matt and says, "Suck my cock." Mark undoes his jeans and pushes them down. Matt grabs Mark's cock and starts sucking the beautiful girthy 8" cut cock. Matt's mouth is warm. The warm mouth contrasts with the cold breeze. Matt feels the breeze on his face as the warm cock slides in and out of his mouth. Mark's cock feels good, but it's cold. He needs to fuck Matt soon or this night may not go as planned. Mark lets Matt suck his cock some more, enjoying the boy's mouth. Mark says, "I'm going to fuck your ass Matt. Do you want my cock inside you?" Matt pulls off Mark's cock long enough to say, "Fuck yeah." Matt is so turned on right now. Mark pulls Matt back up, places him against the tree and lets the boy undo his jeans, pushing them down to reveal tight white briefs. Mark pushes down Matt's briefs in the back, hands Matt the poppers, and starts lubing his cock and Matt's ass. Mark takes Matt's hand and puts it on his bare cock. It's dark out and Mark doesn't want to find the bottom's fuckhole without help. Mark also wants Matt to know the cock has no condom on it. Matt wraps his hand around the bare cock. His hand is cold. Mark shivers a bit but says, "How's that cock feel?" Matt says, "Really good." Mark says, "Put it in you Matt. Take my bare cock and put it in your ass." Matt guides Mark's girthy cock to his hole and pushes back. Matt is surprised at how easily Mark's cock head slips inside him. Matt gasps for air as Mark let's Matt's ass adjust to his invading cock. Mark says, "Ready for more." Matt agrees. Mark pushes in more and both boys are surprised when Mark is able to slide all the way in. "Fuck," Matt groans. Mark starts fucking Matt. The ass feels way tighter than the easy entry indicates. This slut has an amazing ass. Mark says, "You like my bare cock inside you?" Matt says, "It feels so good in me." Mark says, "I'm not your first bare cock am I?" Matt says, "No. I've taken it bareback before." Mark says, "Fuck yes you have." Mark strokes Matt's boner which is rock hard. Mark says, "It turns me on to hear how slutty you are. Tell me how many cocks you've taken bareback." Matt gasps as Mark says this because he never thought his slutty behavior would turn a guy on. Matt loves how Mark is stroking him and fucking his ass with his bare cock. Matt decides to slut it up. Matt knows he's only taken 3 cocks bareback; but he wants to turn Mark on. Mark says, "Go on. Tell me. I want to know." Then Mark's cock hits Matt's prostate. Matt says, "8 guys have fucked me bareback." Mark says, "Mostly guys from the bars right? Hookups and strangers?' Matt says, "Yes. I took them bareback." Mark says, "Did you ever take their cum in your ass?" Matt says, "All of them. Every time I gave it up bareback." Mark is stroking Matt and short stroking his cock to keep hitting Matt's prostate. It's an expert fuck. Turning Matt into a babbling slut. Matt says how he loves taking cock bareback. Loves it when guys cum in his ass. Begs guys to cum in him. Mark says, "I'm close slut. Tell me you want my cum in your ass. Beg me for it." Mark is really close. Matt starts loudly moaning, pushing his ass back on Mark's cock and says, "Please cum inside me. I want your cum in me." Mark grabs Matt's hips to steady him and gives a few more strokes before saying, "I'm cumming in your slutty ass." Matt shoots his load on the tree. The boys clean up and pull up their pants. Mark says, "You're a hot fuck." Matt says, "You are too." Mark drives Matt home goes inside and the boys fuck a few more times. Mark is getting Matt to admit his slutty fantasies and begging for Mark's cum in his ass. Mark and Matt see each other for about a month. Mark finds a hot slutty guy closer to home and breaks things off with Matt. Matt is sad. He loved the way Mark fucked him. Matt thinks, "That sex was so hot. Ugh. How am I going to keep this up without Mark?"

Got to breed a married guy in woods near my house this week. It wasn't camping, but he left with a big load running out his hole. He didn't want to get fucked, but I insisted. He ended up with a huge load as his fighting me just made me hornier👿

It was time, the bottom confirmed that it was a go and that everyone was neg and Mark confirmed yes that is correct. The conversation went like the. Jack: I am nervous Mark: Bud nothing to be nervous about, you have a great ass and we have big dicks that need a tight boy pussy. Jack: Never done anything like this Mark: It is gonna be hot. Go get ready, clean out and make sure you have that blindfold and your poppers ready. Jack: Okay getting in the shower now. Mark had seventy responses, 32 poz guys responded and but only 12 of them were online. Mark started confirming who could come now and who would need to come later. The post went up on craigs list below: Young bottom looking for hot bare dick and cum. Find me ass up and hole ready face in a pillow and blindfolded. Fuck me nut in me and bolt. It was a matter of minutes before responses from craigslist came in. The first two both said they were neg, Jack sent them over in case Jack asked the first couple if they were neg. It would be better if they were or were at least pretending they were. Both sent a picture their stats are outlined below: The first guy was 27 6'1 180 married and muscled with a 7.5" dick he wanted to confirm Jack was neg and Mark confirmed for Jack. The guy wanted to confirm that it was anon and blindfolded. Correct. Mark Typed back and said I need your big dick and cum. In the meantime Jack had text he was ready. Mark sent the address and apartment number to this tall dude and he said he would be there in 20 minutes. Mark went to the other one, he was 38, 5'11 tatts and Mark enlarged the pic and he could see a scorpion right near the guys belly button. Mark shot off the address and apartment and this guy could be there in 10. Mark quickly send Jack a message that he needed to be ass up and ready with the blindfold on and the arrow he had sent earlier pointing to his room. Lube out, guys would knock and then enter and find him ass up and ready. Mark told Jack to hit him up after each load, jack agreed as Mark went to his poz tops and started lining them up and answering other CL ads. Quickly Mark shot off email with the address and apartment number one after the other. These were the tops invited off BBRT and Adam. 1) 37 white 6' 190 8.5 poz top who loves anonymous sex. Looking for no questions asked bottoms who love loads. Not on Meds 2) 28 Latin 5'10 170 Poz top 9" just need some ass, neg okay 3) 44 White 6' 150 thick beer can dick 8 x 7 not on meds and need neg ass 4) 24 white 5'9 150 7' recently tested poz vers 5) 39 Black Poz top 10" 6) 29 Black Top Poz 9.5 7) 50 White top Poz 8" The list went on from there. Most were not on meds some only fucked Jack because Mark had told them he was poz friendly. In all the first our 20 guys got invited. Mark kept inviting other tops to breed the slut and sending them over. It had been more than an hour and half and Jack did not hear from Mark and that rolled into four hours of fucking. Jack sent over two tops he know to report back and they both said he was being a class a cum dump and had taken more then 20 loads in the end he took loads from 26 guys most of them poz and in load count 20-35 loads

After I'd cum, I was overcome with shame and disgust at what I'd done, and quickly showered and left. Bill grinned at me from behind the desk and said "see you soon, you dirty fucker!" but I vowed never to retun. For the next couple of weeks I was anxious waiting for the flu to hit or for some other symptoms to show. But nothing happened and and eventually I went for a test which came back negative. My relief was also mixed with a sense of disappointment. I thought about this and realised that I was a whore after all, and becoming pregnant from some filthy old man was the ultimate turn-on. I tried to resist it, but the need was in me now, like I was possessed or something, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Eventually, I gave in and found myself back at the sauna, handing my money to Bill as he winked at me. "Knew you'd be back," He said. " Carrying someone's baby yet?" I shook my head and he raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want?" I blushed and gave a brief nod and he slapped my shoulder. "Knew you were a dirty sod!" He said. "We've a few more in today - couple of guys I 'ain't seen for a while 'cos they've been sick. They don't take meds so their immune system is fucked." He watched as my eyes widened with shock which was what he intended. He held out a locker-key and said "So, do you still want it, mate?" I paused, aware of the blood pounding in my ears. This was it. Decision time. I breathed deeply and took the key, heading to the lockers with his laughter behind me. I undressed, showered and went upstairs. To my surprise, it was very dark and I had to feel ahead of myself to stop banging into a wall. I found out later this was Bill's idea - to turn off the lights so you couldn't see anyone, only feel anonymous naked bodies and stiff cocks with no idea what their owners looked like or how disgusting their bodies might be. I turned a corner and passed a cubicle based on the gap in the wall my hands encountered. As I started to pass it, someone touched me. I jumped and then stood still, allowing the hand to slide over my thigh and squeeze my stiffening cock. Another hand emerged from the darkness and began to probe my hole. "Nice!" The voice was a harsh, dry whisper and another voice gave a low chuckle of appreciation. I shivered with fear and lust, not knowing what to do. "Come inside!" Whispered the voice and strong, boney fingers grabbed my wrist and started to pull me into the black cubicle. I almost resisted, but something in me responded to their touch, and I allowed them to pull me inside. Instantly, a thin, boney body was pressed against me and lips crushed to mine. I moaned as the tongue entered my mouth and couldn't help putting my arms around him. His body was thin without an ounce of fat. Then someone else got behind me and I felt a surprisingly large and stiff cock pressed against my bottom. "Mmm, fresh meat!" Said the man behind me, and I realised this must be the couple who weren't on meds. I felt the hairs rise on my neck and the fear, but the lips stayed crushed to mine, the tongue slithering disgustingly in my mouth. Then the cubicle was filled with the smell of poppers and a bottle was pushed against my nose. "Breathe deep, darling." Said the man as he released my lips. I had no choice and took a deep lungful, feeling my body mellt and my head swim. A thick finger covered in lube ploughed up me from behind and I gasped with shock. He began to move it slowly in and out and I began to moan with pleasure. " That's it, open up for daddy" The voice behind me was croaky and I reached back to feel skinny legs and a bulging belly above his enormous cock. I groaned in surrender as the poppers were thrust at me again and suddenly a hand pushed my shoulders forward and down and the huge cock began to slide into me. I cried out with pain and pleasure as he slid it home until his paunch was pressed agianst my buttocks. "Shhh!" whispered the man in front of me "Let him in, there's a good boy" I could only sob with surrender as he began to fuck me, and gratefully took the other man's cock in my mouth and steadied myself on his thighs against the brutal thrusts. "That's it, matey. Let old Harold fuck your sweet arse! You're gonna get what you want, don't worry. Open your hole for him." I gasped, but reached back to pull my buttocks apart so the big cock could get in deep. Harold grunted with pleasure as his movements became more jerky in my hole. "Oh yeah, gonna give you a baby you little slut!" Then he gasped and grunted like a pig, forcing himself into me and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted. "Oh, you dirty bastard! It's in you now!" Said the man in front of me. "Don't fight it!" I groaned and crouched there, accepting the cock spurting toxic cum into me as the man stroked my head tenderly. At last, the enormous cock slid out and I felt the wetness around my anus. "Your turn, Peter." They turned me round and Peter slide his cock into me as Harold pushed my head down to clean his cock. Suddenly, I had a clear image of myself sandwiched between their diseased bodies and the tears splashed from my eyes at my depravity even as I pushed back and squeezed my hole around the thrusting cock, eager to milk more poz cum from him and get myself knocked up.

Any good bottom will clean his tops cock when finished and I like your style of in control. Bottoms should never ask the top about cumming or where the load is going that's just bad manners! hate it when my top suddenly slows down for no reason, I like em to slam it to me and damn right that is why I have poppers in hand! Just a few of my own thoughts on the matter well stated eurotopnyc if you were close I'd be looking to meet with you!