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Rentman dutifully complies, dialing the number for Dave and Derek. I haven’t really thought about what my play is here - I’m half distracted by the fact that rentman has put his dick back in me, slow fucking me while watching a different video of Jack and what appears to be half the starting line up of the Bruins football team. Jack is getting railed, and rentman picks up the pace to match the video, but he stops when a voice comes over the other end of the phone. “What’s up dude?” I can hear the deep bass of his voice, as rentman starts to pull out of me - I clench my ass to keep him in place. Rentman looks at me with a suddenly confused look on his face - I haven’t told him what to say. I mouth the words “tell him why you’re calling” and rentman looks relieved. “So I’m playing with this daddy and we’re watching a video you and derek shot with this kid, looks like a blond twink I fucked last spring when I was out there. “ I can hear Derek or Dave - not sure which one he’s talking too - sort of half snort half chuckle on the phone. “Oh i know exactly what boy you’re talking about. Cute thing named Jack. Insatiable. Whoever taught him how to fuck should get a fuckin nobel prize.” I smile, taking pride in a job well done. “Do you happen to have his number?” I don’t know why rentman is going this route, and I clench my ass again to get his attention. “Tell him who you’re with” I silently mouth to him, while feeding him a shotgun. “Never mind the number, so actually, you’re probably not going to believe this, but I’m with the guys dad right now.” “Hold up dude what the fuck are you talking about ?” I can hear the defensiveness in Dave’s voice, wondering if this is some kind of setup. It is, but not the kind he thinks it is. I finally pipe up, saying “Hey, is this Dave? Or do you prefer David? My name is Anthony, I’m pleased to make your acquaintance. And I wanna thank you for the way you’ve been taking care of my Jack while he’s on the coast. I’m thoroughly relieved to know he has a couple of guys he can count on when I’m 1,000 miles away.” Still suspecting a trap or a setup of some kind, Dave is neutral in his response. “He’s a good kid.” Rentman breaks the tension when he suggests we move the conversation over to facetime. A moment later, I’m staring at two gorgeous Black daddies, Dave and Derek, both of who are clad in their jocks and holding nice, clearly custom made pipes. I notice a needlecap in the foreground, hiding in front of the laptop they’re talking to me on, and it gets my dick so hard thinking about these two guys pointing and pounding the shit of Jack. I take a long rip off the bong to get the conversation flowing. I had rentman position the phone so that my fully visible in the mirror behind us, dick getting harder by the second. Seeing my cock getting harder, and the three or four big rips I take off the pipe, reassures the two daddies and they take a few hits themselves. Dave takes his dick out, Derek starts absentmindedly fingering himself. “So I do have a question to ask… How long has Jack been partying?” Derek answers the question with another question, “How long has he been getting fucked by his daddy?” He asks it to no one in particular, but obviously meant for me. I totally understand their reluctance, this is a weird fucking situation by any objective standard, and being black men in America, there are any number of ways this could end up hurting them whereas there’s almost no scenario where I get in any real trouble, other than being a social pariah in a my part of Texas. “To answer your question, I’ve been fucking him since he turned 18, or roughly five minutes after he turned 18.” “He really gets into the dad son stuff, now I can see why,” Dave seems more open and loose with me, and shows it by answering my original inquiry. “We met your boy a few weeks after he got out to LA. One of his classmates had gotten him high and he found us on BBRT.” That explains it. These guys didn’t give me off the vibe that they were into corrupting anyone. “We invited him over, fucked for a couple of hours, and then broke it down to him, not to do this shit too much, make sure he stays hydrated, eats something decent besides snickers and cheetos,” at that, I can’t help but snort. That’s been his diet forever, even despite the rigors of being a football player in a Texas high school. “We had him sleep it off so he wouldn’t be going into day three, and when he woke up, cocky little fucker that he is, asked if we had anything to eat.” “He’s told me a lot about your cooking.” I’m a tiny bit jealous; I considering myself a gourmet level cook and it’s been ages since Jack raved about anything that came out of my kitchen. Work these issues out the right way man… on your boy’s ass. I think Derek, taking a break from fucking the kid they had over - Jack’s not their only twink - senses what I’m feeling and says “he raves about his daddy’s cooking.” I appreciate him saying that. “Come to think about it, he raves about his daddy’s cock too. I just thought it was all that pervy incest shit guys jerkin off too.” As he says this, an idea that’s been slowly working it’s way through my brain turns into lighting. “How much do you think you could make off filming me fucking my son?” Derek laughs a little. Dave just whistles. I think both these men understand the look of seriousness in my eyes. Only rentman thinks I’m joking. “How would you see this going down?” Dave asks? “Well, I think it starts with Junior and I having a little sesh by ourselves. I’ll give him his first slam. He has just kept to smoking, right?” Both Dave and Derek nod yes, an invitation to continue. “After I point him and put the first of many loads up his cunt, I’d have rentman join the party while I sit back and pretend to get other guys. That’s when you guys show up and take turns dicking him down.” “With you so far,” Derek says, the hard dick in his hand saying the exact same thing. “Last, I’d have this deputy sheriff I know - he’s fucked Jack before - Come in and give him one last load before I come in and finish the job.” Derek shakes his head,” It’s gotta end with a gangbang or an orgy. After you nut in your son” his dick oozes a big drop of precum as it involuntarily jerks at the notion -- all of us come back and we turn the boy out. Maybe fuck his daddy side by side with him.” Derek flashes a wicked grin at me; I know whose dick I’d be taking in that scenario. “How much do you think we could clear. And when could you be in Texas?” “Well, could be in Texas day after tomorrow. Assuming you can provide all the supplies,” at this, I turn to Rentman,who now not only thinks the plan is real, but is seemingly on the verge of cumming the whole time we’re talking about it. I keep watching him edge himself, and I’m amazed he hasn’t cum yet. One more thing for me to take care of tonight, I think to myself though in no way do I consider this a chore. I’m a little sore from the earlier dickdown he gave me, but I’m determined to have him cum in me just like he came in Jack. Rentman nodds, he’s already texting his guy about getting a QP. He also assures me that we’ll have all the points, bongs, dick pills, everything we could possibly need. That leaves one last detail: getting my son’s consent. Dave and Derek, doing their due diligence, ask me one last time if I’m truly serious about this.”You know all the blowback you will get. Run out of your church, probably run out of your county. Might have to move out of state. Your business will suffer. Your names might be in the paper, on TV, on TMZ. You really up for that? Is junior really up for that?” I know I am. I’m tired of the tech life, I have more money than I could possibly know what to do with - besides spend a lot of meth and hookers - and I’ve always wanted to be in front of the camera. But I can’t make that decision for Jack. He has to make it on his own. I got the privilege of bringing him into this world, I got the honor of being the first man to give him the dick he deserves, but I can’t be the man who decides his future. That’s his job. My boy's a man, I think to myself. “That’s what he and I are going to discuss tonight.” Derek and Dave nod, and wordlessly disconnect the facetime feed, no doubt going back to the twink waving his ass in the air begging to get fucked. “Let’s pack up. You down to come back to my house with me?” This time, It’s rentman who lets the the lusty, deviant smile across his face answer for him * * * The drive to my house would ordinarily take a little over an hour. Tonight, tho, it takes nearly four hours because rentman and I stop and play a couple of times. Turns out, he’s always wanted to film a slamming video in a truck stop restroom. Being the good son of Texas that I am, how could I not oblige him? We pull into the truck stop alongside a couple of big rigs. Younger guys driving the trucks, and by the look of em, they know how to fuck. We both eye them lustily, I even lower my sunglasses to make sure they see me ogling them. One of them flashes a grin, the other nods more discreetly as he adjusts his bulge. Definitely seem like our kind of boys. Rentman has me rent a deluxe shower - he has so much cum and crystal dried onto his skin, we’re getting looks from the families we pass on the way into the shower area. I get my key and open up the shower, and it is deluxe. There’s a mini steam room, bamboo cabinets for our clothes, top flight toiletries you usually only find in high end hotels. Truckers like their comforts. Rentman - curiously,I still haven’t asked him his name, nor has he proffered one - slowly peels off his clothes, showering while I put together the sluttiest ensemble I can from the bag he brought. I settle on pink mesh tank top, black levi cut offs that I cut even shorter, a pair of chuck taylors and a gold rimmed smokey sun glasses, the last because I love watching a guy’s pupils dilate when they point. We set up our little stage, and using my phone for lighting (and a portable blacklight he brought with him which turned the hot pink mesh into a neon pink), we’re ready. I click record, and come in close to where he’s prepping his arm. My erection is already jutting, and with one fluid motion, I swipe my shorts off and free my aching cock. Rentman pulls out his rig, sticks it and once again registers quickly. I’m leaking precum like a faucet, my dick involuntarily jerking to the spurts of crimson that fill the barrel of the needle. Rentman lets out the sexiest fuckin cough I’ve ever heard, and strips his clothes off in front of the camera. He eyes my rock hard dick with a desire that borders on pyschosis, and immediately swallows the entire thing. He gags himself on it, refusing to pull off until the rush subsides. When he does open his mouth, my cock is glistening with his saliva, his tears, and probably a little cum - I pointed myself while he was sucking my dick, and I almsot aways nut a little when that happens. The shower is covering a lot of the noise, but I do hear something that perks my ears right up… two nearly identical coughs coming from the next shower over. Brazenly, I open the door and walk right over to the neighbors, knocking politely. I slipped my cowboy boots on,as well as a cheap hat rentman had with him, so the younger, lustier trucker opens the door to see me… Cock hard, ass puckering, a little blood still on my arm, with nothing but cowboy boots and a cowboy hat on. “Excuse me. Sorry to bother you.I wanted to save a horse…” The trucker gets my humor, and opens his door wider. “Then good thing you found yourself a cowboy to ride” is all he says, once again flashing me that million watt smile I saw in the parking lot. In no time, he has me bent over, licking my asshole and putting one, two, three fingers. “Dude. Just fuck me already.” He grunts a little, and mugging for the camera - rentman followed me back into the younger guys shower suite. He’s beating off ashe records, but he’s got his cock nice and slick --looks like he already claimed someone’s nut, maybe the other trucker -- so he’s holding the camera fairly steady, despite the long,caressing strokes he’s giving to his cock. I have to admit,I do love his dick. It’s long and thick - obviously - and veiny without being all about the veins. But what I love the most is that even though he’s uncut, his cock is too big for his foreskin and hishead sticks halfway out. The soft, almost bubblegum like pink of the crown, contrasted with the caramel tan he has over his whole body. I love sucking on his cock, and once we’ve got the slam footage, we quickly forget the cameras, shuck the remainder of our clothes, and go to town on each other’s cocks. I have the middle dick, after rentman.His is abouut an inch longer,mine about a half inch thicker. Younger trucker can’t figure out which one he wants first, so he takes turns licking and sucking the length of our shafts. Precum is freely flowing from my cock, enough to where I feel confident younger trucker is going to be able to take my dick with no lube. I have rentman go to town on his ass --he really has a passion for eating ass, and I nearly cum thinking about what it will be like to watch him hungrily devour my boy’s cunt. And that reminds me… I need to get Jack in the right headspace. So I prop my phone up against one of the bamboo trays, and I begin facetime him. I can see from the corner of my eye that he’s answered the phone, and it getting it good and hard from… the Sheriff? Perfect, I think. Although that may be a little complicated by the fact that I’m bringing a quarter pound of product home with me. That’s tonight’s problem, I tell myself. Right now the challenge before me is to get Jack fired up. Clearly, it’s not going to be a big deal. “Hey sport. I’m heading home shortly. I brought a present for you. He’s balls deep in the trucker whose face I’m sitting on. Oh, hey Andy.” I wave to the SHeriff’s deputy, who doesn’t break his rhythm at all thrusting into my boy, blowing me a kiss. “Hey Andy, can you give me a call when you’re back at the station? I got a ticket needs fixin.” Andy nods emphatically. He doesn’t look too fucked up, but I can see Jack has been partaking. I decide to tease the night a little, taking a big rip off a pipe off camera, and blow the smoke into the field of view. Steam? Vapor? Smoke? If Jack notices, I’m sure he’ll play it cool. But he’ll be wondering, especially in his twacked out state. Once more, my boy catches me by surprise. “Nice clouds old man. Maybe I should teach you how to blow a smoke ring on that beautiful cock of yours. Now get home and get that fuckin dick in my ass right now.” I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. My son is one cocky motherfucker. And it gets me so fucking hard. In a moment, I figure out that Dave or Derek must have let the cat out of the bag. I’m tempted to call them and find but decide that Jack is my son but not my child. If he can consent to his daddy dicking him down long and hard and over and over, he can sure as fuck consent to what chemicals are going into his body. I suddenly want to get home very, very badly. I want to feel my cock sliding into my boy’s cunt. I want to hear him moaning “thank you daddy”over and over, I want to feel his whole body shudder and cum when I unload in his ass. I want to see the lust in his eyes when he ostentatiously bends over to lick every square millimeter of my cock clean after pouding him senselss. I want to see him with my cum streaking all over his face, and his cum blasting all over the both of us. But after slamming, I don’t feel entirely confident to drive. And I sure as fuck aint gonna sk rentman. Young trucker can see the look of concern on my face and shoots me a silent “you okay?” “I’m too fucked up to drive, I want to keep playing, but I also want to get home and fuck my son.” Young Trucker doesn’t even blanch. “Bro, have I got the solution for you.” 10 minutes later, he’s driving my truck onto his flatbed. Turns out he’s on the return leg of a drop off, and I was so fixated on his smile and his bulge I didn’t even see that he’s not hauling anything. 10 minutes after that, I’m naked in his bunk with rentman, and young trucker. His older buddy was driving the return leg, and let his younger friend in the back have some fun. Turns out young trucker and I are pretty sympatico, judging from the videos he played of him fucking his step son, his nephew, and both his own sons. As I watched the first of many, many cumshots young trucker gave to his eldest son - he loves a good facial - I knew I was making a friend for life. I also knew that when I made it out to Austin I’d be fucking his sons, just like he’s about to fuck mine. * * * The rest of the drive went by in a flash.I nutted twice, and so did rentman. Young trucker bested us all with four loads. “I’ve been pent up cause I aint got my boys around.” A dirtbag after my own heart. My house is set far enough back to where we could simply hop out of the camper rig still naked, still covered in cum. I can hear Jacck in the house - the boy likes to hear porn sounds as loud as possible. I think it’s one of the first videos we made together, me fucking him in the shower. I check the time on my phone; Derek and Dave won’t be in for another couple of hours. Assuming Jack hasn’t been lit all weekend, things should be blasting off right on schedule. I walk in through the garage, and there’s Jack bent over the dinner table, lazily eating a piece of pizza. He’s a brazen bottom, I think as I give his beautiful, carefully sculpted ass a firm smack before bending over and licking his hole, kissing it like it just came back from war. Jack shudders in delight,a soft moan escpaing from his mouth. I give his ass a much harder smack, and this time he yelps. He’s definitely not used to the rough treatment from me. “Get your ass upstairs, we have a few things to talk about.” Jack obeys, wagging his perfect ass up every step, making sure that in my horned up state, I can’t stare at anything else. He’s surely heard the other voices in the garage, but he doesn’t ask, doesn’t even acknowledge. My boy is not only beautiful, he’s brilliant, and he’s figured out that I’ve figured out he parties. Even money he’ll be smoking when I get upstairs. And if I had taken that bet, I would have lost. Not that he didn’t have stuff or the implements to smoke it with. “I wanted to wait for you. I’m sorry daddy, I know I should have told you I started doing thiis. I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me” He looks up at me with puppy dog eyes he knows I can’t resist. Yes, I’m being manipulated here, but I’m being manipulated into doing something I’ve lusted after. I’m going to get high on meth with my son, make him suck my cock like he’s done a thousand times before, bend him over, shove my aching prick up his pristine, beautiful, velvety ass, and fuck him until I cum and he begs me for every last drop of my load. And I’m doing it on film, with two of the porn industries brightest talents supervising the lighting, the sound, the angles, even the jockstrap my boy wears and the pair of sunglasses they decide to have me wear. Some cheap ray ban knock offs - I can never resist a good 10 dollar pair of gas station sunglasses. Jack still has no idea they’re here, or at least I think he doesn’t. “Ok boy, we are going to get high. I’m going to fuck you like an animal. You’re going to have my cum dripping out of your hole when the next guys have their turn.” I can see the excitement and anticipation in his eyes, but also the slightest bit of concern. “Don’t worry, you know them. Or all but one of them.” I begin casting my phone to the tv in our bedroom, it’s me fucking rentman. I’m in the shower at the truck stop, and from the pace of my thrusting, I’m pretty obviously fucked up. Jack sees it and starts to ask a question, but I cut him off. “Your asshole isn’t going to wash itself. Go clean out. We don’t want any accidents on camera, particularly with the professionals waiting downstairs to fuck you after I’ve had my way with you.” “Yes daddy. But wait to smoke with me when I get out? I want to get high with you tonight.” he says as he saunters into the shower. So here I am, packing the bowl and taking a few rips. I know he asked me to hold off, but I’ve been lit since yesterday afternoon and I need to keep my energy levels up. And I also need to prepare for what’s about to happen. I’m about to get my son fucked up by shooting him up on meth. Then I’m going to fuck him, hard, long, and in as many positions as I can think of, all in front of a camera that will broadcast my - our - depravity to the whole world. In a few days, I won’t be remembered for the tech I’ve developed, the charities I’ve donated to, the young women and men of color I’ve helped launch into an industry that refuses to get any less stale male or pale. No. I’ll be forever remembered as the dad who had the fucking balls to fuck his boy on camera, make a couple of million off the tapes, and retire to a life of debauchery and drugs and dicking down my only son. And who knows? Maybe we’ll find him a nice Russian bride, someone who won’t ask too many questions, and we can take turns fucking her until she’s pregnant. My cock is like a steel beam, and solid mass of granite, as I think about what it would be like watching my boy sink his cock into his son, feeling my grandson lick my dick clean after fucking him nice and gentle. I am so fucking hard. I picture what his cum face will look like, and I actually shoot my load right then and there. Just as Jack opens the bathroom door. “Hi daddy. I’m ready.” He’s one step ahead of me, as per usual. He’s got two syringes and a tourniquet in his hand. I fucking love my son.

Part 2. This also happened more than three years ago. Max's former student friend was our guest for the whole weekend. I knew beforehand that Philip was gay and had been quite a fucking machine during his studies. Max had told me about it. Philip came to us because on Friday night we had agreed to go to a music concert with a bigger group of friends. We had standing places on the stadium floor, where we danced and jumped throughout the whole show. At some point during the show, I noticed that Philip had moved to dance behind me and every now and then I felt something hard against my buttocks. As if Philip had purposely poked me with his hard cock. But I paid no attention to this and danced as if nothing had happened. I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination or if it was really the case that Philip had his cock hard behind me. After the concert, we went to the bar with the whole group of friends and got ourselves very drunk. Late at night we then went home, although some of the group still stayed to dance. Phillip slept on the couch and we went to sleep in our own bedroom. In the morning I woke up and got up first and started making breakfast for us. Philip was lying on his back on the couch and scrolling through his cell phone. I had a direct view from the kitchen to the couch. Philip was lying on the couch without a blanket and wearing only white briefs. Philip's hand went from time to time improving the bulge, which clearly seemed to cover the hard cock. I began to suspect that Philip was deliberately teasing me. The thought of the previous night and Philip's hard cock also made my own cock stand in my pajama pants. Soon Max also came to the kitchen, so I had to hide my standing cock from him. Philip wore nothing but those white briefs and a sleeveless white shirt to breakfast. It was hard for me to be at breakfast without occasionally glancing at Philip's crotch. During the day we walked around the city and shopped for clothes. We also visited the galleries and had a really nice and fun day. In the evening, Max had promised to grill us, so Philip and I sat on the couch and drank wine while Max prepared the food. Every now and then Max went to the kitchen to get something or to do something else related to cooking. As soon as Max had gone to the yard to install the grill for the first time, Philip asked me if I had noticed that his cock needed some attention. I admitted to him that I had noticed, but I hadn't known if it was on purpose. At the same time, Philip dug his hard cock out of his pants and started jerking it on the couch in front of me. "Yes, it was on purpose," said Philip. "My balls are full and need to be emptied," continued Philip, jerking. "Now you have to decide very quickly where to empty my seed. Your throat or your asshole. It's your decision," continued Philip. Just at the same moment, Max's voices were heard and he was coming to visit the kitchen. Philip slipped his cock into the back of his pants and casually started talking about the day's gallery visit. At the same time I got up and went to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I considered my options, but at the same time I was already lubricating my anus with lube. When I left the bathroom, I went to pour more wine for Max in the yard. When I went back inside to the couch, Philip had dug out his hard cock again and was jerking it. "Well, very soon these seeds will be on the carpet, so have you decided yet," asked Philip. I nodded to Philip and revealed my ass to him. Immediately I sat on Philip's lap and his hard cock immediately sank balls deep into my ass. "That's what I was hoping for," said Philip. He got up and bent me over the couch. He began to fuck me in the ass with a very fast rhythm. After a few ten thrusts he stopped deep inside me and grunted "take my five day load you cheating slut". Quickly after that he pulled away from me and pulled up his pants. I did the same and we sat on the couch again. It was really hot sitting at dinner with Philip's seed in my hole. Max had no idea what had happened. On Sunday morning, when I came to prepare breakfast, Philip was on the couch already hard. He just winked at me and I was sitting on his hard cock again. Again, Philip quickly injected his sperm into me. I just had time to go back to the kitchen when Max already came there too. The fear of being caught made fucking with Philip even more hot.

Triple Ass Up I've been posting and emailing and running "Quick connect" ads on the apps all day for the motel anon cum dump with my friends tonight. I've gotten a lot of responses which is good. My friends have also been doing the same. Hopefully the turnout will be good. My friend just got checked into the room and texted me the room number and I've just sent it out to everyone. I get ready, shower, clean out and lube up my ass and put on my jock underwear and head over to the motel. It's the same one we've used the past couple times. Very cheap and seedy and in a questionable part of town along the interstate. When I get there my friend lets me in and the other bottom guy we had met yesterday is already there. My friend and him go over to the bed and start making out. I join them and start fingering the other bottom guy's ass. He starts going down on my friend and offers his ass up to me. I don't hesitate and slide my already hard cock as deep in as it will go and start humping away. Knowing I've got a high VL and this guy might not have converted yet makes me so turned on it isn't long before I feel my balls start to pull up and that feeling of impending orgasm building. Very soon I'm pumping my poz load into his maybe still neg ass. Hearing me groan out as I cum my friend p pushes him off his dick and then I get out of the way and he mounts up and quickly adds his virile charges load. As I'm watching other guys start showing up so I get on my knees and start getting them hard, going back and forth between dicks and stroking others with my hand as I suck. One of the guys I just got hard quickly takes my friends place and easily slides in one stroke because the other bottom is now well opened up and slick with two loads. Two poz loads. The guy I am sucking now pushes me down and another guy gets behind me and slides his fat dick into my hole. I'm now being pumped from both ends and moaning out with pleasure. When both of them finish I look up and see both my friend and the other bottom guy on the bed ass up taking dick. I climb up and join them and quickly it is three asses up being used as cum receptacles. As we're all being used I hear from near the door "Oh shit! It's the cops". The guys fucking us stop and pull out. Everyone seems worried as there are two Police officers in the doorway. One of them says "What have we here?" "Three piggy little faggots getting bred. We got complaints about the noise and all the traffic in and out of here. We thought it was dopers, but this is much better". The Police officer walks over to us in the bed holding his baton and gives both my friend and I a couple of swift whacks across out buttocks. It isn't hard enough to do any damage but man does it sting! Then he starts probing the other bottom guy with it, noting how much cum is leaking out of his well used ass. "You boys better be on PrEP or you'll be pozzed up taking loads from the likes of these guys. I know for sure a lot of them are poz from when they've been in county." "No sir, I'm not" I answer. He asks me "So are you already poz?". I reply "Yes Sir". "Well, I guess that is what dick loving queers like you deserve." Speaking to the officer still blocking the doorway he says "Well Bob, there's nothing really to see here. You boys just try to keep the noise down so we don't have to come back again. Let's go Bob, we've got more important things to do." With that they left. Surprisingly none of the other guys did, I guess not wanting to follow right out after the Police. With relieved looks on their faces and lust returning I felt myself being re-positioned on the bed and a dick sliding back into me. I didn't even have to look to know my two friends were getting the same treatment as I heard them moan out "Yesssss" and "Hell yeah!". The fuck fest continued for the next couple hours, albeit with guys trying to be more quiet, the room mostly being filled with soft moans and groans and slapping of flesh. After all the guys finished up and were leaving my friend and I again took a second turn with the other bottom guy. By then his hole was so loose I could barely feel my little cock in there so it took me a while to get my nut. My friend being a little bigger must have gotten a bit more friction because it didn't take him as long to blast his second load of the night. We all agreed we need to start doing this every Friday night. Maybe some time we might even get the cops to join in. Weirder things have happened. This is Austin after all.

Part 1. First, some background information. Me and my husband Max have been together for 8 years, 6 of which have been married. We are both around 30 years old. I am 30 and Max is a year younger. Our life is really good and we have fun together. We have a lot of friends and we travel a lot during the holidays. We spend a lot of time together and do a lot of different things together. But... There is one thing that is not perfect. My sperm hunger. For the first 4 years I was able to keep it quiet, but the need for strangers' sperm only got stronger. It grew inside me. I realized that I always looked first at the man's crotch. Ohh, what a big bulge that man has. I realized that I was jealous of every bottom boy in a porn movie who got a raw cock and loads of cum in his ass. I had tried to subtly talk to Max about it, but he didn't want to hear me. He was definitely of the opinion that marriage is only an agreement between two people and does not include other people. My cheating started unintentionally 4 years ago. I was at an optometrist and a 50-year-old male optician gave me vision tests. Every now and then my eyes strayed to the man's crotch, which seemed to be bulging out nicely. After the tests, the optician rested his own hand on his bulge and rubbed it lightly, looking me straight in the eye. Finally he asked if I liked what I saw. I nodded shyly, and admitted that I liked it. The optician said that if I want, I can also examine in more detail. Timidly, I reached out and felt the optician's hot bulge. "Open the buttons," the optician commanded. I obeyed. I opened the buttons and the big pouch of the optician's underwear was sticking out of the pants. "Lick it," was the command. I obeyed again. I greedily licked the pouch of the optician's underwear and bit through the fabric with my teeth on his hardening cock. "Take it out," ordered the optician. I did so and immediately took the man's hot cock straight into my mouth. I started sucking cock like there was no tomorrow. "Oooh, you greedy slut," said the optician. The man fucked my mouth hard. The cock wasn't terribly long or thick, but the man's testicles were big and juicy. I held the bags and caressed the testicles as the cock moved in and out of my mouth. "Get up and turn around," the optician commanded me again. I obeyed like a sheep. When I turned around, the man would pull my sweatpants and underwear down to my knees with one jerk. Immediately he placed his raw cock on my hole. Without asking anything, he pushed inside me. The man's raw cock was inside me. He hadn't asked if I wanted a condom. He just thrust into me with his bare cock. I screamed in pain, but the man growled at me "shut up bitch". "We don't want the whole house to find out what a whore you are". After a while, the man picked up the pace and squirted his sperm into my hole. I felt several injections in my gut. After emptying himself, the optician pulled away from my hole and buttoned his pants. "Well, now lift those sweatpants up and you can leave so I can continue my work," the optician said coldly. I pulled up my pants and left the optician's booth with my ass full of sperm. It was the first time I cheated on my husband.

Part 3. I had made an appointment with a massage therapist when the muscles in the upper back behind the shoulder blades were completely stuck. I was received by Chris, about 20 years old, a young and muscular massage therapist. Chris was dressed in white loose clothes. Chris directed me to his room and said I could undress behind the screen. I left only my white briefs on and stepped behind the screen in front of Chris. Chris went to stand behind me and asked me to do different stretches so he could see how my back was bending and where my muscles were stiff. I was doing stretches and Chris ran his hands on my back right up to my buttocks. After the initial check-up, Chris asked me to get on the massage table and lie on my stomach. Chris covered my upper body and buttocks with a towel and started massaging my legs. Chris's hands felt really good on my skin. After the legs, Chris massaged the muscles in my arms. Every now and then I felt Chris's crotch hit my palm. After the hands, Chris massaged the shoulders and proceeded from there downwards. Finally, Chris lowered my briefs over my buttocks so he could freely massage my glutes as well. Chris' fingers, slick with massage oil, slid several times around my hole and next to my balls. It felt unbelievably hot. Chris then told me to turn onto my back. This came too suddenly, and I had to turn around to reveal that my cock was standing in full swing in my briefs. Chris said it's nothing to be ashamed of. Almost all men say that massage causes stiffness in the cock. It's perfectly normal for a stiff cock to ooze precum during a massage, said Chris, pointing to a wet patch on my briefs. Chris continued the massage as if nothing had happened. While massaging my thighs, Chris' fingers hit my balls countless times. Somehow it seemed that the hits were no longer as random and careful as before. Finally, the massage was coming to an end. Chris said he could give me a complete final relaxation if I wanted. I said that would be really nice. "Nice, are you more of a top or a bottom," asked Chris. The conversation had taken on a completely sexual tone, which confused me, but I still told Chris that I was a bottom. "Hot," replied Chris, climbing onto the massage table between my legs. Chris took off my briefs and lowered his own pants so that Chris' hard cock was exposed. Chris lifted my legs to his shoulders and started rubbing his cock with his oiled hand. Chris placed his raw cock at the entrance of my hole. Slowly, Chris pushed into me with his entire cock. Chris kept looking me straight in the eyes and telling me to relax completely. I did so and let Chris fuck me at his own pace. Chris slowly picked up the pace. The massage table creaked to the rhythm of the fucking. I pinched Chris's nipples with my fingers and panted again and again just breed me. Finally, Chris's body stiffened and I felt him inject his sperm into my hole. The whole time Chris had been looking deep into my eyes. Chris' final relaxation was really intense and functional. My back pain was left on Chris's massage table and I had filled my unprotected cheating hole with the young bull's sperm.

So hot you're not on Prep and took him raw! I live by a Toyota dealership and regularly get a LOT of guys waiting on the car being serviced that wanna hook up. All too easy to swing by, pick them up, find a place to park, take their loads, give them mine, whatever, then drop them back.

Mine

Taking in the news that Jack, my son, has gotten into the party scene… It feels like I just slammed again for the very first time. Hearing the rentman in the next room got lit with my boy and fucked him in LA last spring was jolting, like the whoosh of that first point, the sudden drop in your chest and feeling of whoa. Then realizing all the different avenues this opened up for the sex between us... that was like being wrapped in a warm blanket of ecstasy. And now, like any slam rush, I am about to fuck the rentman senseless. But unlike topping after I have slammed, where I shove my cock up the nearest available and consenting hole without even bothering to lube it up, I am approaching rentman’s ass a little more thoughtfully. “Tell me.” I’m standing in the doorway of the bathroom, erection jutting forward. It takes rentman a few seconds to notice, transfixed as he was by the video of my boy getting spitroasted by two gorgeous black daddies he told me he found online, and who had become more than fuck buddies. And this video is transfixing. I almost lose my train of thought recalling the day Anthony told me about these guys. They were his west coast dads. I hadn’t met them yet - and with what rentman just told me, I understand why, these guys definitely like to party. They may have been the ones who got Jack lit the first time. But Jack had told me a lot about them. He had been vague on how they met. But he had been very detailed in other areas. The home cooked meals, and once a month, a trip to Roscoe’s in Hollywood for Chicken and Waffles. When he bought his car - an 84 El Camino he was determined to restore, they helped him find a good mechanic and a better body shop. The older one, Dave, even taught him how to do laundry the proper way, a lesson I had failed to impart despite repeated efforts over 18 years. And of course, they took him to the bathhouses and circuit parties. Judging by the dilated pupils I’m just now noticing Jack has in this, and probably other videos, they took him to plenty of other parties as well. I stare at these two beautiful Black men, each of them drilling my boy’s cunt, my boy screaming out in absolute perverted ecstasy, and my cock is painfully hard. I’m leaking so much precum it looks like I’m low key pissing. Feeling playful, and wanting to get rentman’s attention, I start helicoptering my dick, dousing him, myself, the bed and everything else in the immediate vicinity. He’s surprised at first, but I picked a good little pig to fuck tonight, and he’s on his knees licking it off his arms and my legs. He’s got that lustful look in his eye that you can only get when you’re high, a look that says ‘I’m using you to use me.’ It’s the kind of look I’ve given plenty of men, and plenty more have given me. It’s a look that makes my painfully erect cock bounce uncontrollably. Rentman sees my dick jerking on it’s own accord, and he actually whimpers. Like a puppy. There is nothing in the universe he wants, needs, more right now than to get pounded long and hard. Not oxygen. Not water. Not food or validation or respect. Just my cock. And more crystal. He crawls over on all fours, mirroring the video playing where Jack is crawling to the second Daddy - Derek - after being bred by Dave. Rentman starts sniffing and licking my cock, my balls, my taint, my hole. But I stop him “Tell me,” I repeat. And he’s puzzled for a second. I can see it click in his head. “Oh, you mean the kid in the video? He was so much fun. Insatiable little cum slut. I met him at a bathhouse called Flex. “ Oh I know Flex. Doesn’t surprise me in the least that my boy would like it there; the first time I went I said “this is my kinda trashy.” “Anyway, I was with a client, this doctor I fuck once a month. Dude flies me out there, loves getting fucked by me. Terrible lay though. Doesn’t know how to bottom and since he’s a doctor you can’t tell him anything. So I’m finishing with the Doctor, and I go outside to smoke a cigarette. I see this cute blond twink sucking a bunch of cocks around the hot tub. I sit and watch the show for a minute, but it gets broken up when the staff comes around - you’re not supposed to fuck in the water, apparently. Well, I swoop in immediately and invite him back to my room. One of the big ones with a big bed.” He takes a long hit off the bong, slowly exhales, blows a couple of smoke rings on my dick. “He laid down on the bed and turned the porn on, and then he looked at my reflection in the mirror - I don’t know why but I found that so hot - and asks me where the party’s at. I didn’t think anything of it, everyone gets high there, so I pulled out my bong and torch, told the kid to help himself. I had smoked plenty with the Doctor. The kid took 3 or 4 big rips and was flying. He got on all fours and started shaking his ass, wiggling it and licking his lips, still keeping eye contact through the reflection in the mirror.” He pauses for another rip off the bong. “I’ve never had someone ask me to eat their ass that way but it was such a fuckin turn on. So I fucked him for an hour or two, and then I had to leave to get to my next client. Gave him a couple of rocks and some G tho so I’m sure he stayed turnt that whole night. Where’d you find this video by the way? I love homemade porn, and I bet a bunch of my clients will as well.” Instead of answering his question, I said “show me.” I can hear the slightest trace of annoyance in his voice when he says “show you what? Mind if I take another hit?” The second question he asks as he’s in the process of taking a hit, he’s reached that point of being spun where he cannot begin to care about anything but his own dick and hole. I love a good rentman. “Show me how you fucked the boy in that video. Pretend I’m him. Fuck me just like you fucked him.” Rentman is amused but also turned on, I can see he’s going to comply. “Well, first thing then you’ll have to take a bunch of rips off the bong.” One, two, three, four major clouds later, I’m shaking with anticipation and the drugs. My heart is racing, my dick is bouncing, my asshole puckering, eager to be opened up by this stud and then fucked senseless. Just like I fuck Jack. Rentman stands up, puts his hand on my chest, and pushes me onto the bed. Wordlessly, he grabs my calves and pulls them up, getting me flat on my back. He sees the precum flowing freely from my cock, and dabs a finger on my dick head, drawing back a long strand he takes in his mouth and hungrily devours. He drops to his knees, and I know what’s coming next. I feel his hot breath in my crack, the scruff of his beard causing a little bit of friction that I find pleasurable, and leaving the musk of my asshole all over his face, which is a major turn on for both of us. And then I feel his tongue slowly licking my asshole. Lapping at it, the way a dog laps up some water. The way I lap at Jack’s hole. This goes on for 10 minutes or so, as he keeps feeding me shotguns, trying to get me as spun as humanly possible. After spitting on my hole one last time, He stands up, and repositions me so that the porn is behind him, “so you can watch” and he gestures to his phone. I make a quick decision. “Hold up a second.” I get up, and go to the bathroom. “Let’s do this right.” I open my toiletries case and pull out two syringes that I had preloaded, .5 each. I don’t party that often, and I slam even less, but after giving a great speech at a very lucrative conference and finding out that my boy is just as much of a meth craved cock whore as I am… Well, I knew this would be one of the nights where I go balls to the wall. I walk back out and rentman is taking more hits off the bong. He looks up, sees the syringes, and licks his lips, subconsciously echoing Jack’s invitation to lick his ass. “Can you admin yourself?” Rentman nods. I hand him the syringe, and he starts prepping his forearm with an alcohol wipe. I do the same. We pull the cap off the points simultaneously, but rentman quickly puts his back on, stands up and grabs his jockstrap, jeans and shirt. For a second I think he’s about to leave, but then he sets the phone down to record. Ah, he’s one of those guys I think to myself, and I decide to follow suit, as it were, putting my clothes back on too. Whenever I stumble across a slamming video, I think its so hot the way the guys take all their clothes off and start playing with their dicks almost immediately, no matter whether they are top bottom or side. Clearly rentman enjoys it too, and is one of the guys who gets dressed just so he can slam and get naked again. Thanks to rentman’s roided out body, his veins are huge and easy to hit. Mine are too, although that’s more from a lifetime of clearing the brush on the 2 acre lot my house sits on. Both of us insert our needles at the same time, his registers just a fraction of a second before mine does. We both push the plunger down, and I’m feeling the rush even before I pull the needle out. “Holy shit,” is all rentman says, as he starts coughing and taking off his clothes. “Fuck yeah” is all I say, through an even stronger cough. The warmth of the rush is almost overwhelming, as I rip my clothing off, literally ripping the shirt I had just put back on. “Come here.” Rentman’s voice has changed, lost all it’s playfulness and charm. Only lust and domination remain. I get on all fours and crawl to him, the same way he crawled to me, the same way Jack’s gonna be crawling to the both of us (I’ve already decided). “On your back. Spread those cheeks apart. Let me see that cunt.” I follow his instructions with enthusiasm. My asshole is puckering uncontrollably, begging for his cock, which is hard as steel and thicker than anything I’ve taken in a long, long time. “You want it like that kid? Well here you go.” He shoves his whole dick up my ass in one sudden thrust, and even though it’s painful, I take it in stride. I even look up at him and, feeling my playful side return, say “is it in?” Rentman gets a wicked smile across his face, right before lightly slapping me across the cheek. “Is it in? You tell me.” He starts thrusting wildly, slamming his dick into me over and over. I notice he’s matched the pace of the video, where Dave is once again fucking Jack. I’m in the same position as my boy is in the video, and I’m loving it almost as much as he is. My cock is rock hard and I start jacking it furiously while rentman continues his unrelenting assault on my ass. “Fuck oh yeah fuck me fuck that cunt give it to me fuck yes oh my god fuck me.” I can’t tell if it’s me saying this, Jack saying it in the video, or if I’m even saying it outloud, I’m that fucked up on the crystal. But except for the first night with Jack, this is the most intense sex I’ve had in years. Maybe because I’m pretending to be Jack. I don’t bottom very often, and Jack hasn’t even mentioned the possibility of me topping him - something I’ve been meaning to ask him because he clearly knows how to top, and from the videos and webcams I’ve watched, he enjoys it. “Yeah you like that big fat dick slamming in you? Dirty meth whore. You should fly us out to LA and we can take turn on that kid. I bet he’d love to get DP’d by the two of us.” Sweat is pouring off his forehead and chest, it feels like rain washing over me, and I’m just as thoroughly sweaty. Both of us are close to cumming. Rentman quickens his pace, I can feel his cock somehow get harder and harder in my hole. My own dick is covered in precum, and I’m jerking it in pace with rentmant’s powerful thrusts. “We don’t need to go to LA. He’s only an hour away,” I say, keeping eye contact with rentman as his orgasm continues to build. “Oh yeah, how do you know that?” “Because he’s my son, and you and I are going back to my house to get him high and fuck him senseless.” It’s enough to send rentman over the edge, as he busts a huge nut in my hole, I can feel 10, 12 spurts of his cum hitting inside me. That, in turn, sends me over the edge, and I shoot an equally large load all over his chest, my stomach, my face, a few arcs even hitting the TV, where Jack has just shot his own load all over himself. The two Black daddies in the video are panting just as hard as rentman and me. I point to the screen, ask rentman if he knows either guy - there’s a tiny snippet at the very end where they both show their faces. “Oh shit that’s Derek and Dave. Yeah I know them. They used to be porn actors before starting their own studio. I’ve actually done a couple of scenes for them.” My face breaks out into a smile of unrestrained deviance. “Get them on the phone.”

After a year long dryspell when I moved to a smaller community I have been getting lucky a lot. Don't get me wrong during the last year I had plenty of hookups but they were all bottoms my cock was getting regular service but my hole was going without In theast month have had numerous hookups with 4 different tops I met on grindr and it has been fun if nothing to special that was until a couple days ago I was chatting with a guy I had hooked up with a few times he is older but has a nice cock and a decent fuck for a man in his fifties when he pointed out a profile on grindr he thought I might want to check out he had chatted with the guy but hadn't been able to hook up with him I admit I was curious my friend had pointed out other guys in the past but they were all sub bottom types he wanted to tag team this was first time he pointed out a guy who mostly topped. Then he told me why the guy claimed to have a ten inch cock My friend of course knew that in the past I had been a complete slut and definitely a size queen and figured I would love to have the chance at a cock like that When I saw the guy was on grindr later that day I didn't hesitate to hit him up and didn't take long for us to decide that we really needed to get together unfortunately because of my partner wasn't able to that day but we continued chatting The next day I had my chance my partner was working so I had the time she of course knows I'm with men on the side but has rules one of which me being with them can't take time away from me being with her but I had hours while she was working Even though was excited was also a little cautious despite telling me my friend was right and that he did have 10 inches he wouldn't send me a pic of it and his profile pic wasn't very attractive he was very skinny with long kinda greasy looking hair he also didn't have a car which is unusual in this area but I agreed to meet up with him There were more signs something was odd when he sent me the location to pic him up at it was at a business I knew wasn't open that day and not in great part of town many homeless stay in that area at night When I got there my fears were proved right he came out from a stand of bushes with his backpack and a blanket and I told myself thus wasn't going to happen I didn't want to be rude so I got out of my truck and introduced myself and even though I had decided I wasn't going to fuck him I went ahead and had him get in the truck since I had said I would take him to Walmart so he could get some money a friend had wired to him As we drove we talked a little and he started asking where we would go after Walmart he knew I couldn't host and obviously he didn't have a place I know several good cruising spots of course but hemmed and hawwed a little since at that point I was planning on backing out all I could think of is possible risks of letting a homeless man fuck me He could tell I wasn't likely to go through with it and I'm sure he knew why but he also knew what to do to change a man's mind As we git closer to Walmart he began rubbing his crotch as we talked his pants were thin and pretty loose so it was very obvious when his cock began growing with his attention and the bulge was impressive When we were just pulling into the parking lot he pulled the waist of his pants down and let it all slip out The guy hadn't been lying though not even fully hard yet it was at least ten inches and about as thick as a redbull cN maybe a bit more it was by far the biggest cock I have seen on a white guy outside of porn and only a few black men I had been with in Arizona could match him Once I was parked he pulled his pants up and got out of the truck to go into the store. I had been telling myself that once I got him there I would come up with an excuse for why I had to leave but I couldn't get that cock out of my head so a waited for him I told myself I was just going to be a nice guy and give him a ride back over to the side of town he had been staying in he was a homeless guy after all and not attractive no way was I having sex with him After about 15 minutes he came back to the truck and got in he even said he was surprised I had waited since he had noticed I hadn't seemed that into it We hadn't even left the parking lot when he was again rubbing his crotch and in less than a block he had his cock out again this time rubbing his hand slowly up and down this time I got a very good look though still not fully hard it was everything he had promised and a little more not only was it big it was uncircumcised I admit at that point I lost all my willpower and found myself Taking a turn that would take us to one of my favorite places to park with guys And as I drove he moved closer to me and took my hand and placed it on his cock As I rubbed his cock while driving and felt it get fully hard another concern came to me for a little over a year I hadn't had anything bigger that a finger in my ass until the last few weeks and of the guys I had been with the biggest was only average for a white guy it had been a very long time since had a monster cock like his Again I almost backed out this time because of his cock size but as I ran my hand up and down his shaft I knew I wouldn't be able to say It was a few miles to the parking area a little used parking lot for some hiking trails with a convenient little corner nobody can see you in unless they drive super close and the only people I had seen there were other guys like me Most of the time when park there just lay the seats all the way back and play I. The cab he of course had other ideas I had backed my truck into the parking spot to be able to be sure nobody snuck up on us but he hoped out and walked around the back of the truck At first I thought he had to pee or something first but I felt him put the tailgate down and he started motioning me to co e back there I was a little nervous but grabbed the bag I keep for hookups out if the back seat and joined him behind the truck and opened the bag getting out some lube and condoms Now I almost always bottom raw in fact had been almost five years since a man fucked me wearing a condom but always keep some on my truck because many of the guys I top insist I use them I really wanted to feel him fuck me bare but wasn't willing to risk it I knew he was homeless and he told me he would have sex with men just for a place to stay a night or 2 and didn't know if he was I to drugs so wasn't a risk I was willing to take The guy wasted no time with foreplay he simply spun me so I was facing the truck and pulled my gym shorts down then with one hand lightly pushed meso I was bent over the tailgate while his other hand began lubing my ass The guy was obviously very used to having to get guys ready for his giant cock because he took his time I felt first one than two finally three of his fingers lossening me up for him when he finally removed his hand I heard him open a condom package and looked back to see him putting it on that's when I noticed a problem The condoms I had were of course meant for me to use and were sized for my cock which is only six inches on him it was very tight and only covered two thirds of it He didn't let that bother him he git in behind me and put the tip against my hole then after asking if I was ready he began pushing it in Even after his prep work he had to push hard to get it into me after the first few inches I wondered if I had .are a mistake it felt like he was going to rip me open In the past when I had been with well hung guys they usually got a few inches in then began to fuck me their cocks getting deeper as the sex went on but he had a different idea he just kept pushing it slowly and steadily deeper I could tell he planned on bottoming out before the sex really As he pushed it in it was all I could do to just take it it had been a long time since felt that stretched and even stopped breathing a few times in discomfort But finally he had all ten inches in me and he stopped just stood there behind me for a minute I thought so I could have time to get used to it though later learned it was because he was filming then without a word he started moving again At first was going pretty slow alternating from long strokes to shirt ones but he slowly began picking up his pace and the short strokes were less frequent then the condom broke Cursing little he pulled out and peeled off the broken condom and I watched impatiently as he put a new one on Once rewrapped he got back behind and was able to re-enter no problem this time though he went right to it he held nothing pulling it almost all the way and shoving it all the way back he also started talking telling me how tight my pushy was what a dirty little fag I was a cum slut that loved his cock By then I was accustomed enough to his cock I still felt stretched but also felt like heaven my own smaller cock was rock hard The I felt it the second condom broke and I felt him get ready to pull out but this time I stopped him I was so very close to Cumming just from the feel of his cock so I reached back grabbed his arm and told himto keep going That must have really turned him on because he started fucking me harder and faster and talking more asking if I liked his dirty homeless cock asking if I wanted him to breed my dirty faggot pushy the said aren't you even going to ask if I'm clean than told me hadn't bee. Tested in over year All I could do is answer back yes I a dirty little fag I. His little batch I wanted his homeless seed After about five minutes of that I felt his strokes get shorter and his cock get Harder than he asked if I wanted him to cum in me. Without hesitating I just said one word yes Almost as soon as the word left my mouth hw grabbed my hips pushed all the way in and I felt his cock start to pulse as he came deep inside me for about 10 seconds at almost the same time my own cock shot my load all over the ground For almost a minute we both stayed in that position me bent over my tailgate him behind his cock slowly getting softer in my ass Finally I had to stand up straight I had lost track of time but had been bent over like that for half an hour and back was starting to get sore he pulled out and let me up I look over at him he was still breathing a bit hard and his cock was still out even mostly soft bigger than mine I also noticed a little blood on it even prepping me the way he had he had ripped me some We didn't really say much just cleaned ourselves up a little and got ready to head back when an idea struck me after I found out he did have a license I had him drive while I got into the passenger seat Giving guys road head has always been a turn on for me and there is no way I wasn't going to try it on a cock that big So as we drove a pulled his still limp cock out and lowered my mouth over it I had never been with a uncircumcised guy before so sucking him was a unique situation for me Honestly that soo. After sex I didn't really expect him to get hard again figured I would suck it a little it would feel good for him but that would be about it I was wrong by the time we git back to where he had slept the night he was fully hard I was going to have him drive to another place I knew but he said not to worry he parked my truck and lead me to the bushes he had co.e out of earlier once back inside the brush saw he had a well hidden. Spot and he also didn't have it to himself another homeless guy was asleep on a blanket in no time I was on my hands and knees with him one again balls deep in me this time I had no problem taking him as we fucked the other guy woke up and began watching taking his own cock out and rubbing it In other situations the other man's cock would have gotten .e instantly excited it was about eight inches and fairly thick but compared to the one that once again stretching my ass it was nothing the two homeless men began talking as the first one fuck with him telling his friend what a cumslut I was and again calling me a dirty whore and a fag At a certain point he told me his friend wasn't gay but would love a blow job so I found myself on my hands and knees in some bushes with a ten inch homeless cock in my ass and an eight inch in my mouth The second guy didn't last long I had only sucked him for maybe two minutes when he held my head hard against him as his cum went down. My throat It was almost an hour before they first guy was ready to cum again and I admit I was starting to get more than a little sore the whole second time he had been fucking me hard fast and deep though my own cock was hard again as well When he was about ready to cum he told me to start stroking my cock he wanted us to cum together so I did but he hadn't given me enough warning and I wasn't there yet when I felt him Cumming in me for the second time This time he came even harder and I was able to count him spurt 12 times into me that was almost enough to make me cum right then but not quite but I kept stroking as he just knelt on his knees behind me trying to catch his breath Then out of the blue he tells me he has to piss this time his cock had gotten softer faster it was still in my ass but seemed half the size it had been but seemed to stiffen a little as he just let his bladder go and I felt hi. Filling my already cum filled ass I was a little shocked but not bad I actually enjoy piss play but had never said anything his friend however laughed and asked if he had really just pisses up my he admitted he had as he pulled out of me and I felt his piss and cum run down my leg I was still stoking my cock wanting to cum before I left when his friend said he wanted to try I looked over in time to see him with his cock in his hand aiming it at my face . Before I could say anything I felt his wam piss hi my forehead and I just went with it moving me head so he showered the whole thing even taking some in my mouth That was as much as I could take as he finished emptying his blather my own cock finally shot its second load We really didn't talk after I pulled my clothes back on got I'm my truck and left as I drove home my face smelling like piss my ass leaking piss and cum part of my mind was asking myself what I had done I had let a homeless man probably a drug addict fuck me raw not once but twice the piss in me the list of what diseases he could have given were running though my head but another part of my was wondering if I could get a third from that beautiful ten in monster

Do not underestimate the number religion will do on people's heads. Plausible scenario: he got tired of not having success at dating (likely because he was kind of messy emotionally) and decided to go back to women and the church. It wouldn't be the first time. And we all know how well this tends to work out for men who do this. They keep fucking men while being married and then end up making a mess of someone ELSE'S life too, probably including children. Or he was just weirded out that people were making connections between his public/professional life (LinkedIn) and his secret private life and he freaked and blocked you. There's no rhyme or reason to this kind of closeted messiness. But this is why the closet is highly destructive to people IN the closet AND the people they drag inside with them to be miserable. Sadly, our culture still stigmatizes getting therapy which could've helped this guy deal with his closet. Sadly, I think what you ended up finding out is that closet cases are messy and difficult.

The thing i dont understand is if you have hooked up with a guy a couple of times and had a great time, then arrange to meet on a certain day and time and the guy just never shows up and totally ghosts you. It’s especially mind boggling when he says he hates when people ghost him. Is this person just playing mind games or is he not good with confrontation? i would rather he just say that it was no longer working or something. its the total silence that hurts so. it is very cruel.

Damn. I’ve given lots of loads at that place … and took some up the ass there, too.

Glad you fucking understand. There’s something in me that just needs to fucking seed, it’s hard to describe other than I know it’s my purpose to fuck and shoot my load deep inside any hole/pussy/whatever that comes into my path

My car was in the shop, but I was bored and horny. So I decided to go on sniffles and try to hookup to give a BJ. So I meet this one guy that is 5 min away from where I was. White chubby jock wearing 6in cut dick, I shot him a message and within minutes he demands me on my knees, blindfolded, while he's on a business call, getting throat fucked. He lived in an apartment so I request the Uber and head on over. I get there and knock on the door, he lets me in and we walk to the room in the back. All while he is on the phone for his job. Once we get to the back he tells me to strip and on my knees, hands me a blind fold and gets me working. I was in such a trans I didn't care about who he was, I shut up and sucked his cock. He then pulled out poppers (I could tell by the sound of the bottle) and makes me take 4 HARD hits on each nostril. He made me in to his personal fuck toy within 2 minutes of just being there! I had lost control at that point to where he grabbed my throat at started punching ruthlessly. I then start to puke a bit because of how rough he's being. But he doesn't care. I don't care. We keep going and eventually he demands me on the bed. I was nervous, for one I was not on prep but really at this point I had lost all control of my self. I obey and he starts riming me. Every couple of minutes making me sniff poppers!.he then gets me on the floor an in to position to drll me. I comment" I'm not clean" (my ass wasn't flushed) wildly he said "don't care" and just went in to town. I hadn't realized I let a random dude fuck me because all I could think about is more! More! MORE! He went for 30 min pounding me and sniffing poppers and eventually he came a huge load in me. I stayed in that position for 5 more min before I got up and used the restroom. Realizing my dark fantasy became a reality. That was my last and first load

Short answer: No, you're not (depending, of course, on what you mean by "considerable risk"). Nobody knows exactly how much risk, because nobody has ever done a controlled study on that particular usage pattern (which should be no surprise). But (1) the presumption you specify (at least one detectable top) is moderately unlikely, because the rate of detectable poz tops is relatively low these days, and (2) even if you did cross paths with a detectable top, your chances of seroconverting by taking a load from him are only (roughly) 1 in 70. Longer answer: Your body levels of medication will be somewhat lower than they would be at steady-state (if you had been taking one pill a day regularly for at least a week). Not a lot lower - although pharmacokinetics vary between individuals, it takes the body significant time to clear the drugs from your system, plus you already re-started. So your chances will be substantially lower than they would be without it. What I would do: Given what I know about drugs, antibiotics, and pharmacology, in your shoes I'd take an extra pill today and then continue with one per day. That would be exactly the same (over the next 3 days) as the standard 2-1-1 "on-demand" PrEP protocol, which has been validated to be effective (though admittedly not with Descovy, but there are good chemical reasons to believe that it will behave comparably).

Double Ass Up 2 So it's Thursday and I just got a text message from the other bottom guy I played with in the previous installment. We're planning on meeting up again tomorrow to both go ass up and take loads again but he just suggested we meet tonight for something different. I told him I was intrigued and he texted me a hotel name and room number and told me to meet him outside in 1/2 hour. When I got there he told me he's getting the urge to top again for the first time in years. I realized that actually sounded pretty good to me too. I also have not topped in an awfully long time. The room number he sent me was not one he had reserved, but some other anonymous guy who wold be ass up and ready in a dark room just like we were. He told me he had been messaging with this guy and it was his first time doing anything and that he was very inexperienced at being a bottom but excited to try this, just like we both had been our first time doing it. And the best part was this guy was neg, not on PrEP and pretty clueless. Hearing that made my little cock spring to attention. Knowing that both my new friend and I were recently pozzed and toxic as hell with that high VL of the recently converted. As we knew it would be the door was kept open by the little metal thing and we both went in. After taking a few seconds for our eyes to adjust to the darkness we spotted the guy in the middle of the bed, ass up just like he is supposed to be. We both wasted no time in dropping trou and with dicks already hard we climbed onto the bed, my friend started feeling up the bottoms ass while I reached under and started to stroke his dick. My friend lubed up from the bottle on the nightstand and inserted a lubed finger into the guy's hole causing him to moan out and then he pulled it out and pushed two fingers in, causing a louder moan. He then got into position and started to slide his dick head up and down in the guys crack until it found the guy's pucker and he started to push in. It took a second but his dick opened the guy's hole up and slid all the way inside until his pubes were brushing the guy's ass and his balls were nestled against his taint. He groaned out in pleasure as the bottom moaned again with pain and pleasure. He sat there for a second and I started slowly stroking the bottom's dick having acquired some lube from the bottle myself. I also held a fresh bottle of poppers under the bottom's nose which he inhaled greedily. As soon as the bottom was ready he pulled back out and then slammed back in. Then he started a jackrabbit rhythm, the air filled with the smell of lube, sweat and man sex and the sounds of skin slapping and moans and groans of pleasure. It wasn't long until I noticed my friend's pumping becoming more erratic and I saw his balls start to pull up so I knew he would be filling the bottom guy's ass with charged cum soon. My friend roared out and then as he pulled his dick out with a pop he whispered in the bottom's ear "you just took my poz load". I could see the bottom all of a sudden tense up, but I was already there and as my friend moved off I mounted the raised ass and shoved my cock into the now well fucked ass before he could escape. I was so excited that I was pounding away as fast as my friend had and also found that unlike normal, I was quickly close to cumming myself. I felt my friend massaging my balls as I was pumping and that pushed me over the edge and my cock started throbbing and I could feel the hot jets of my cum spraying as deep into the guy's ass as I could possibly get. I also realized I had be practically shouting "fuck fuck fuck" as I came. Ooops... hope the motel doesn't get pissed. Then again, this place is seedy as hell so probably not. Like my friend I also whispered in the guy's ear that I just gifted him a high VL poz load. Almost before I could finish I was pulled off by a big black guy who told me that he was next and to get out of the way. By this time the bottom guy was not fighting to get away at all and almost sobbing as he realized what was happening. I watched as the black guy slammed his dick in one stroke causing the bottom to squeal out. This guy's dick was at least twice as big as either my friend or I, not that in my case was saying much, but the black guy had to be at least 9" and thick as a Red Bull can. He quickly started long stroking the bottom and my eyes now well accustomed to the light I noticed a biohazard tattoo on his ass. Yep... 3rd poz load on it's way. It was then I noticed there were at least 7 or 8 other guys stroking their dicks and waiting their turn. My friend was on his knees sucking one guy who just got there to get him hard. I decided to do the same with the next guy through the door. Looking at the guys waiting I noticed that several of them also sported tattoos noting their status. My friend and I stayed until all the guys left and it seemed like nobody else was going to show up. We both took a second turn on the bottom. As we got ready to leave my friend told the guy that he had called all his "regulars" which is why so many had come. And I knew, why so many of them were poz and not on meds. The guy seemed a little shell shocked but my friend told him he'd be OK and to get tested in a week or so and then get back to him. So later that night my friend texted me again about tomorrow night. He told me it would be "Triple Ass Up", because the other bottom guy would be joining us. He figured since it was already guaranteed he was pozzed up he might as well jump in all the way. I like the way he thinks! Continue?

I’m just curious how you guys see yourselves and your penis. For me my dick controls my life haha not in a bad way but more in an extension of my primal being. I have never and will never wear a condom because I believe that shooting my seed in someone is such a primal and natural act. When I go on a hike I’ll stop in a clearing and jerk off, same for if I’m staying in a hotel. I need to leave a piece of me everywhere I go. In everyone I fuck. I would genuinely fuck anyone and anything, and I fucking love doing it. If the aliens came to earth tomorrow I’d probably want to shoot my load in their alien cunts haha. My seed is a little part of me that I feel needs to be shared with the world. Any other dudes feel the same?

If you’re looking for some grade A sperm and one of the best tops on the east side I’m your guy. Hmu if you’re in desperate need for a real insemination.

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.

Double Ass Up So I was on one of those location based phone apps... You know which one. I saw a profile on there which had a nice looking ass with a cream pie dripping out of it. I sent a message complimenting him "Nice creampie, I love taking them too". He replies back "Thanks, you have a nice ass too". I asked him "You on PrEP?". His reply "Nope". Me "Me neiter. You're going to get knocked up!". Him "Probably." Me "Me too". He says "I'm hosting in my motel room, if you can split it with me you can come over and take some loads too". Me "Sounds great, what hotel and room number?" He sends me the number so I take a quick shower, get cleaned out and head over, it's only a couple miles away over along IH35. When I get there he lets me in, the room is dark and we leave the door proped open with the little bar thing. I strip down like he is, just to jock underwear and we both get up on the bed ass up. It doesn't take long before we hear the door open and shadows enter the room. I feel a hand rub my ass and I can see that his is also being checked out. Two tops. Very soon I hear him groan out in pleasure and a grunt from his top guy and I know he's getting it. I also feel fingers checking out my already lubed hole. They pull out then I feel the head of my top guy's dick sliding in my ass crack until it pushes inside causing me to groan out as well and my top guy to give his own grunt. Then all I can hear is moans and groans and flesh slapping. I'm feeling nothing but pleasure as the big dick pounding me is rubbing my prostate just right making my little cock drip into my jock. All of a sudden my top stops and pulls out. "Switch?" he asks the other top. I hear the other top grunt out "OK" and he stops. I feel them moving around behind us and suddenly my hole is stretched wider than it has ever been and the big dick just keeps pushing in until I feel wiry pubes on my cheeks. I can't help but moan out because it burns a little, like a dick hasn't done in me in a long time. Very soon I feel him pull back out and then he pushes in hard and fast so I can feel is massive balls smack my taint and then he really goes to town. Both tops are pounding us like crazy. The room is filled with the sounds and smells of raw man sex. I'm interrupted by my head being pulled up by my hair a dick in my face which I accept into my mouth. More tops have showed up. It's going to be a good night. Soon I feel the huge dick in my ass start to throb and the guy pushes all the way in and holds it there as I feel jet after jet of hot cum being pumped deep inside me. I head the other bottom's top guy growl out "take my poz load you slut!". My top guy whispers in my ear "you just got a 5 day high VL load too". Before I can even process that, the guy that was in my mouth has pulled out and is moving behind me. I have a chance to look around a little and I see there must be a dozen guys standing around stroking themselves and getting ready to use both of us. And they do. One after another until the wee hours of the morning. After the last ones leave both myself and the other bottom guy are left laying together on the bed in puddles of cum, with dried cum spots all over each of us, and our holes gaping and drippng seed. I ask him "how many loads do you think we took?" He says he personally lost count after 14, and he was sure I took as many as he did. That sounded true to me too. We took turns rinsing off and getting dressed and then left, exchanging mobile numbers. A couple weeks later I got a text from him saying "We should do that again soon" I texted back "Hell yes, but I won't need to be worried about being impregnated next time". I'd been to the clinic and got my results. He texted me "Me either, my pregnancy test just came back Pozitive". We made arrangements to do it again... Looking forward to it this Friday.

What a terrible start to a day. The company calling me out of bed to take a trip in a hurry out of town, just before leaving the house I had an argument with my wife and before getting a block from home, a flat tire. Good way to keep one's mind on anything but what it is supposed to be on. The company was getting more and more demanding and leaving me with less time for my home life, my wife as mad because I was hardly ever at home anymore, and not surprisingly she was increasingly moody and frequently cut off sex for what seemed an eternity, but actually was more like about eight months or so. Of course this left me frantic, but still I wanted nothing to do with the problem. I was even too tired to masturbate - except once in a great while. Frustration and more frustration. Although this trip wasn't all that far from the house, it was still too far to commute home daily. I assumed I would have to spend a week or two of lonely nights in a motel with not a damn thing to do after work except to hit a local bar for a couple of drinks, watch TV, and then go to sleep. Ugh, so boring. Well tire fixed and I was on the road, but it sure isn't getting much lighter out. Looks like it could pour down just at any time. Just another aggravation if it does. Driving in the rain isn't a pass time I enjoy either. It makes it so much harder to see and the drive that much longer. Of course with my luck it started pouring. Rain and buckets, and still got darker yet, which made it hard to even see the road, so I had to slow down quite a bit. Then it happened. There appeared to be a man right in front of me on the road. I swerved to miss him and it looked like he flew into the ditch. I was hitting the brakes and then backed up to look for him. I got out of the car and was relieved to see he was climbing up out of the ditch, so I ran over and offered my hand. He needed my help to climb out the final few feet as the slope was steep and slippery. I looked around and to my horror I saw tire tracks off of the road fast disappearing but there nonetheless. I had driven off of the road and almost hit this man. I was scared as hell that I had nearly hit him, but the guy seemed to be taking it pretty well, saying "That sure was a close call." He appeared to be about my height although perhaps a bit lighter in weight. Naturally he was covered in mud, and I found myself repeatedly apologizing, but he laughed-off the incident, saying "No big deal. There's no harm, just mud." I asked him if he needed a ride somewhere. He told me he sure picked a bad day to hitchhike anywhere and could sure use a lift. Hell, he was more worried about getting a little dirt in my car than the close call he had had. I told him not to worry about it. He stuck his backpack in the rear and climbed in and away we went. I was actually kind of glad to have someone to talk to a little to take away the boredom of the drive. I asked where he was headed and he said wherever I wanted to drop him was fine as he was not heading anywhere in particular, just taking a trip for fun more than anything else. He was up for about anything at all anywhere it took him. We hit it off pretty good and just talked about whatever came up. The weather, politics, sports, just ordinary everyday stuff. Time flew much better and then it was time to stop for lunch. I found a nice little place and told him I had to buy to help pay for not paying attention before and after a little protest he let me and then we were off again. Again, also, it didn't take long, it seemed, and it was getting close to supper and we had arrived at the town I was headed for. I pulled into the motel where I was to stay and asked him to join me for supper again. He said he had already imposed on me for lunch and he still looked terrible to be going into what appeared to be a better type of place. It was then it dawned on me, what I had completely forgotten about; he was still caked with mud, even if it was now dry. I laughed and said "The hell with it. Come up to my room and use the shower. It's the least I can do since I caused you to get dirty. He also laughed, answering "What a nice offer. I'll be happy to take you up on it."

Last load was a week ago today. I went to adult video store and came across this guy with a great dick. I couldn't resist. We went into a booth where I sucked him for about 10 mins. Then stood up took my pants off turned around facing away from him bent over. I heard him say "Oh my God yes." He entered me and we fucked about ten mins. I could feel his body tremble as he came. I felt the pulses of his member as he released. I could feel the cum hitting the walls inside me. As quick as the encounter started it ended.

Very into mpreg here. With everyone I fuck, I pound their hole hard and deep enough for my load to shoot as deep as it can go and get bottoms pregnant

I'm going to disagree here, only because I think sex, like any other personal service, ought to be up for negotiation. What's the difference between a woman who accepts $500 for agreeing to let a man fuck her, and a woman whose boyfriend gives her $500 gifts on occasion to show his appreciation? When I pay for a dinner, sometimes I'm just trying to stave off hunger, and sometimes I really, really am craving the meal I'm ordering and will savor every minute of it. The fact that there's a commercial side to that transaction doesn't change the fact that I very much want the meal. And looked at from the opposite perspective, sometimes the chef in a restaurant is preparing a meal because he truly loves expressing himself with food that brings joy to the customer. Sometimes he's doing it to make sure he can pay rent. I don't think the fact that his restaurant charges for the "joyful" meal negates his pleasure in doing a great job. I'm sure there are house painters who truly love the work they do. I suspect the vast majority do not. If I'm paying to get my house painted, I'm not sure I really care how they feel about it as long as they do the work well. There are men (not many) I would happily pay a significant (to me) sum of money for sex, and as long as he did as good a job as I think he'd do, I don't really think I'd care if he "didn't want to be with" me. People sometimes have sex just to get off, and you know what? it's not always bad.

This is a very insightful response. My snap judgment-there's that word-was to assume the ghosting was due to youth and lack of manners. Your explanation is kinder and probably more accurate.

No. Not an acceptable excuse. That’s the same as “Everybody does it, so…” [shrug] We don’t have to accept this shit. We don’t have to roll over and let our community turn into an anarchic wasteland where nobody knows how to behave in a decent way toward other human beings. The ‘Block’ function has a use, but it’s also one of the big culprits it the lack of personal accountability that emboldens people to be assholes online. With Blocking, anyone can do a hit-and-run and get away clean. If people actually had to answer for their shitty behavior online, the shitty behavior would ramp down sudden quick. So don’t tell me I have to roll over and take it up the ass. I mean - do, please, but don’t ask me to accept ‘asshole’ as the ‘new normal’. None of us should.

That's a shame. I took SO many loads there!

It's been a long while really, 8 years? That's when i got both HIV and Syphilis from the same Guy before moving from VA to OR. He bred me regularly and said He was disease free. No biggie, i don't ask, He just volunteered, but apparently didn't know or was lying. i don't sweat it or stigmatize STD's, to me it's like catching a cold, just from the other end. i'd take His cock again, anytime. Since then, i've had plenty of cock, just have managed to not get anything, even with sexcations to gay resorts in Ft Lauderdale and Palm Springs (both this year). i have a regular FB who breeds me a couple of times a week for the last 3 years, but i think i'm His only male sex partner, and have never gotten anything from Him. So i guess i'm 'blessed' lol.

I enjoy it, but like so many others have said on here, I’m unable to give as good head as I would l like. It doesn’t help when the top I am sucking makes very little or no allowance for the fact that I’ve got another cock pounding my arse: very often he’s standing/kneeling just a little bit too far away, and seems unaware that I’m really not in a great position to lean forward to get him all the way in my throat. Much better if he just grabs my head forcefully and pushes himself all the way down. This also steadies my whole body, and often allows the top who’s fucking me from behind to pound even harder. If the top I’m sucking doesn’t take charge and make it easier for me, I’ll usually give up on that cock and return my full attention to the one that’s fucking me.

I had originally intended on this being a three part, but now likely four or five parts

^^^ SO MUCH THIS! ^^^

I've been to cumunion quite a lot, and I have never seen a condom in use. It's promoted by BBRT (barebackrt), and might have been originated by them although I'm not sure about that. I think you will experience a lot of rejection at that particular event if you try to make guys wear condoms for you. I can't speak for cities other than Atlanta, but I'd say that RAW is expected at cumunion. If it's at a bathhouse, I would suggest going on a "regular" busy night. It sounds like you're not a stranger to barebacking, so maybe you just want to tell yourself you're gonna be safe the first time. You don't have to do anything you don't want to there, so maybe just go, walk around watching the raw sex, let the shyness wear off and the hormones start pumping - then bend over for the bare cock you know you want and need 🙂

A top on Grindr hit me up on Monday of this past week. We exchanged photos and then proceeded to engage in hot breeding talk. I'm sure he shot a load while chatting with me. The exchange was so hot that we exchanged numbers. He wrote me yesterday, super horny and ready to fuck. I prepared my hole and drove a half hour over to his house. I walked in and got undressed. When I turned around, his 8 inch dick was already at full mast and up against my butt cheeks. I exclaimed, "Oh! You're ready!". He ate me out, made me suck his dick, and then he throat fucked my thrussy until I started to gag. He then folded me up in a number of very specific positions and fucked me senseless. We were both high off the poppers when he mounted me missionary. I could tell from the sounds he was making that he was close. He slammed into me, grunted and let loose. He went wild when I used my ass muscles to milk his cock. He stayed hard enough to keep right on fucking until he dropped a second load. As I lay on my stomach recovering from all the action, I saw that he kept playing with himself. He suddenly climbed on top of me and piston-fucked me until I got loads three and four. I've never had a top who could huff poppers like that and still be hard enough to fuck. I for sure thought he was done after that. We lay there chatting a bit. Because he has such a pretty dick, I began to massage his balls and suck him. Well, that got him going and he fucked load #5 into me. I got dressed, thinking his balls HAD TO BE empty at this point. I asked for a quick tour of his apartment. As I stood near the door, I thanked him for all the loads. He pulled his dick out again and asked me to suck it. I did and right there in front of the door, he pulled my jogging pants down and fucked me yet again. What the fuck?!? I got SIX loads in 90 minutes, so I know he wasn't lying earlier when he told me that he needs to cum 4 times a day. After I arrived back home, he texted me, "Come back soon to get my loads. Loved how you sucked me. I felt like there was no hurry. You just enjoyed sucking it and when I turned you over and used your ass, you just took it. Really nice." Nice indeed. I don't know what I did to deserve this big-dicked, multi-cumming top, but I'm hella thankful 🙏 .

My last few loads where Tuesday and Wednesday of last week. Went to my boyfriend's house on Tuesday and he gave me his load and I gave him my 5 day load while a buddy of our with a beer can cock was deep in my ass. Later on at night I had a latino daddy with a big uncut cock fuck me and while I was riding him he breed me deep. He loves my ass and wants to breed it again. The Wednesday morning had a red hair bear come over and he breed me with his uncut cock while on his way to work. Then later on that day I had another latino daddy with a uncut cock breed me ass. He asked me if I wanted daddy's load and of course I said yes.

Hooked up with the scrawny white trash boy last night after work. Had been messaging in the morning and he wanted it before he went into work, but I couldn't. He was mid 20s, inked, nice sized uncut cock, verse, open to raw, said he was neg. I told him after work could work for me. He lives in a pretty trashy part of Richardson, northeast of me and I was kind of leery going to his place. I was horned up at the end of the day and messaged him saying I was down, he was too. Headed to his place and when I got their he was outside saying his roommate was home and needed to fuck outside, in a car, or something. He said there was a safe place nearby we could walk to he'd used before and I was kinda worried I was gonna get jumped, but went for it. It was an empty overgrown lot, no way anyone could see us. Clearly he's done this before and I'm guessing he's taken more than a few cocks. We both undid our pants and started jerking each others cocks and he let out a "damn" looking at mine remarking at how thick and big it was. He asked if I wanted to take him first and I said I was and braced myself against a wall with my ass to him. I could feel his spit hitting my ass and felt his cock head against my ass as he entered me raw. I had no problem taking him and he got a nice rhythm going, saying nothing as he fucked me. I told him how good his dick felt and that I wanted his load bad. He said nothing and kept stroking, soon enough letting out a muffled groan as he unloaded inside me. He slid out and let out a "guess it's my turn" with a half laugh, taking his place against the wall and telling me to take it easy. He clearly was open to raw as he said, not asking about condoms or pulling out to cum and I can only guess he gladly lets guys breed him raw. I spat on his ass and my cock and started forcing it in him and could hear him hiss and groan as I did, cursing and saying how big my cock was, but truthfully it didn't seem like his ass offered much resistance. If I had to guess he'd probably taken cock recently and soon enough I was balls deep in him, stroking pretty hard as he moaned. A couple times he asked if I was gonna cum inside him, which was weird. I said I was and I wasn't sure if he didn't want it that way or it was his way of asking if I was close. I wasn't about to say I was going to cum and instead shot my load in him saying nothing. He let out an excited "damn" as I came, so clearly he could feel it. I was kind of flattered and asked him "you like that boy?" and he said he did and that it felt good. I told him there was more where that came from and kept stroking inside him. If he didn't want my seed inside him it was too late as I was churning it deep inside him now. He was now moaning about how bad he wanted it and I loved that this dirty little slut was desperate for my load. I had no idea if he was gay, straight, or what. There was no gay look or feel about him, yet here he was taking cock raw, letting me breed him. I blasted my second load in him and he said he was about to cum again and asked if I wanted to suck him off or get fucked. Trashy boys like him usually have nasty tasting cum, so I told him to fuck me and he had me up against the wall frantically fucking me, but not lasting long before he shot in me again. I was absentmindedly looking around and could see empty beer cans, liquor bottles, underpants, and drug paraphernalia and could tell this place is regularly used to fuck. I'm guessing this boy has been bent over and bred more than a few times here, getting bred by random guys. Honestly, it kind of turned me on as I've hooked up with guys in places like this before. He slid out and pulled his shorts up saying he was done and thanking me. I did the same and said it was fun and that I was down to do it again. He apologized and admitted his roommate doesn't know he hooks up with guys but was glad I was cool to do it here. We worked our way back out and it was the awkward parting, no kiss or gay shit like that. I just said to message me again when he wanted to hook up.

I have this mid 20s guy who's into Daddies. Big cock and good fucker. Always good for two loads. Once he brought a mate. Cock not as big but an enthousiastic top and a cum cannon! BIG loads. So when my FB suggested another threesome with him I was all for it. 😉 So Sunday afternoon they got over. Gawd! This was good! Took turns fucking me. Spitroasted. Serviced both their cocks. Mate was the first to pump a load in me. FB fucked his mate's load in deeper and added his. A break with me sucking their dicks and another round of fucking. Mate blasted another load in my mouth when FB was fucking me from behind and I was sucking him. FB added one more in my ass. And then Mate wanted to fuck again and shot his third deep in my ass. Five loads! Fucking good!!

Chapter IV OMG I couldn't believe I was actually letting a guy suck my cock, but I was so horny and his mouth felt so good, I couldn't stop him. Months of basically my own hand as a release was just not getting it done and now the feelings were just more than I could stop. Both of Steve's hands had ahold of my ass, a cheek in each, and holding me tight to him. His head bobbing on my cock and my cock going deep into his throat on every in stroke. His tongue rolling around the head of my cock on every out stroke. I had not ever had this good of a bj in my life. His hands on my ass were kneading my cheeks and pulling them out and in and it felt like one was moving a little closer to my crack? I then did feel his fingers kind of rubbing my crack a little, but I didn't care as his mouth on my cock had me so close to cumming. His mouth was just plain magic on my cock. I could feel my cock and balls starting to tingle and knew my load was getting very close to spurting. I was trying to tell him it was coming but could not get the words out, all I could do was moan. Then, I felt his fingers in my crack go lower and a finger ran around my hole and the tickle was too much. I grabbed his head and thrust deep into his throat and started to cum hard. He sucked even harder too as I erupted with one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. My cum just kept pouring out of me. It was fantastic and I did not want it to end. As, I was coming down, it all at once dawned on me that his finger that had been just tickling my hole was deep inside me. I could feel it rubbing something in there and felt so nice I just stood there for a while and then felt him pull it out and the emptiness was not good after so much pleasure. I was coming down from the extreme high of my orgasm and now I was wondering what the hell I had done. Married and had never even thought of cheating on her and now had let some guy I had picked up hitchhiking give me a blow job and had loved it. What the hell? I walked to the bathroom, dragging my ass but good trying to figure out what the hell had happened. I didn't really have to go but closed the door and sat for a while trying to get my head around what had happened. After what seemed like hours, but was really only about 5 or 10 minutes, I came out and could not really look at Steve. I was totally confused about our play and had no idea what to do or say. Steve finally broke the silence and told me he was sorry about what happened. He told me that is just seemed like I was too uptight and had told him about all my work and no sex at home and he thought he would just try to help me out a little. I asked him what the hell had we done and why? He then told me he probably should have told me before but he was gay. He again apoligized and I told him to forget it it was already done. I went on to tell him that it had felt good and he was good at a bj for sure. I was finally starting to relax a little, still upset some but not angry and told Steve that. I thanked him for the bj and he told me it was no big deal as he enjoyed it too and it had been a while since he had done that too. We were both naked as hell too and I noticed that he still had a hell of a hardon himself with that huge 12" sticking out. I mentioned it to him and told him it was too bad I wasn't gay or I would get that huge puppy off for him. He laughed and told me if I didn't mind he sure was horny and wondered if I minded if he just masturbated himself to get off as he sure did need a release. I told him to go ahead if he wanted. Steve then sat down on the bed and started to stroke that magnificent cock of his. I could not take my eyes off of it. As his hand moved up and down on that huge member I found myself leaning forward to watch. Up and down his hand went slowly at first and then speeding up some. I couldn't help myself but got up from where I was sitting and moved to sit on the edge of the bed he was on to see up close. It was mesmerizing to watch. I could see his cock getting wet from precum and it was a lot of it, more precum than I usually had as cum. His cock was really wet now and slick. I again caught myself leaning forward as if drawn by a magnet to see this action the likes of which I had never seen or even imagined before. As I leaned forward, Steve's other hand all at once slowly but forcefully reached up and got ahold of me behind my head and pushed me down towards his cock more. He didn't actually force me down, but I put up almost no resistance. Soon I was almost touching his cock and he guided it towards my mouth and whispered to me to go ahead and taste it and see what I thought. It was hypnotic and I found myself opening my mouth and then the head of his cock was past my lips and I was getting my first ever taste of precum and cock.

Chapter III Our game of strip poker had each of us down to just a pair of jeans on when Steve suggested making the game last a little longer by givine the loser of each hand the option of taking off their jeans and ending the game or taking penalty instead to make the game go on some more. I wasn't really all that tired yet so I agreed and asked what penalties and he said whatever came to mind from the winner. He also said that if we started that we both had to agree to do whatever the penalty was from the winner or we might just as well go to bed. I again asked what kind of penalties we were talking about and he said from mild to the wildest possible to make it really interesting. I could not think of much that could be done here in a motel room so I said ok and we shook hands on it and he had a smile a mile wide then. It turned out then that he won the very next hand and I waited to hear the penalty. He thought for a minute and told me that he would start mild and told me I had to stand up in the window and drop my pants to my knees for a count of 30 seconds. I was a little taken aback at that but said ok and proceeded to drop my pants to my knees in front of the window. He laughed at my discomfort but it was a nice laugh. I pulled them up quick when the time was up and sat down to hopefully get even with him for that, but again he won the next hand also. I held my breath waiting for this one and he told me I had to drop my pants again and walk into the hall and back in and had to just open the door and walk out without looking or anything. I was a little freaked out by that but I had agreed so we went to the door and I dropped my pants down and he opened the door and I stepped out into the hall. Was just there for a second and looking both ways and got lucky as nobody in sight. I hopped back inside in a hurry though and almost ran over Steve and down we went in a tangle with him landing on top of me. The door went closed on its own and we both were laughing so hard it took me a moment to start to get up when I realized my damn cock had started to come up again from the excitement and I could actually feel his cock against mine and it seemed to be somewhat up also. I quickly got up and pulled my pants up in a hurry. Steve must have noticed though as when he got up he kind of rubbed the front of his pants and then said the excitement must be getting to both of us as he always seemed to get hard when he was in a wild situation. He went on to say it had felt to him like I was like that too. I kind of mumbled that it was unusual for me. He kind of then asked me about my wife and before long I told him we hadn't had sex in several months now. He said then that my dick acting like it was was probably because of that and the added excitement of possibly being caught doing something not considered to be the thing to do. He then laughed and told me I better watch out he might make me run around the room naked as hell with the windows open next time. My dick actually twitched when he said that. What the hell? We sat down to play the next hand and finally I won one. He grinned and teased me some by saying what could I have him do that would be as wild as what I had done. I thought a minute and then told him I was going to use his idea on him. He had to take his pants off long enough to run around the room with the curtains open on the window for a full two minutes. He just grinned and told me I would have to come up with a much harder one than that to stump him. He jumped up and opened the curtains and dropped his pants and started to just walk back and forth in front of the window. Sitting down put me at almost eye level to his cock as he came back towards me and his ass going away. I could not seem to help myself as I stared at his cock as it came towards me and looked at the ceiling as he walked away telling myself I would not look next time back, but as he turned towards me again my eyes just dropped and stared anyway. About the fourth or fifth time towards me it dawned on me that his cock was edging up more and more and by about the tenth turn as he came towards me it was really sticking almost straight to the ceiling and had to be all of a good twelve inches long and as thick as my wrist. My mouth dropped open and I almost drooled and then caught myself and started to look away and looked up and he was grinning like crazy and knew I had been looking. Again my own cock was coming up on its own and I realized also that it was almost all the way up now. As the time ran out Steve pulled his pants back up and with difficulty got his cock tucked in. He was grinning like crazy as he sat down again. He asked what I thought of his parade? I could hardly answer as I told him it was pretty wild to do that. He said he noticed I had enjoyed the show and laughed and said he hoped he won the next hand. Sure enough he did too. I thought about ending the game and just telling him I was taking my pants off and going to bed but then for some reason decided to see what he had up his sleeve. He didn't make me wait long either and told me he wanted me to drop my pants and let him stroke my cock with his hand for about 50 strokes. I started to say no way when he started to laugh and told me, hey, I can tell you are going to chicken out now aren't you. That hit me in the male ego of course and I immediately stood up dropped my pants and stepped in front of him. He looked me right in the eyes as he reached out and took ahold of my, still up, cock in his hand. He said it sure was a nice looking cock and too bad my wife wasn't using it. He then started to stroke me and count. He was doing slow long strokes and I could hardly believe the feeling. As he approached the 50 he quickened the pace and he kept eye contact as he went right on by the 50 and I could not stop him as it felt too good. I was slightly moaning now and then before I knew what he was doing he leaned forward and keeping eye contact with me, enveloped my cock head with his mouth. I was startled and started to back away when his free hand reached behind me and grabbed my ass and held me still and then his other hand joined it on my other cheek and my whole cock slid into his mouth till my balls were on his chin and the head of my cock was in his throat. I couldn't move then and he started to slowly suck me and I moaned loud now. WOW I had really needed that, but from a guy? Oh, hell it felt too good to stop him now.

Chapter II Well a bad start to the day had almost turned tragic when I almost ran over a hitchhiker in the rain. Had stopped and picked him up and now we were at my destination. I had now offered to let him clean up in my motel room shower and he had accepted gladly. A completely striaight man with a wife and kids and no knowledge of pretty much anything gay and had no idea what my offer was to lead up to soon or the way it would change my life. I went in and checked in and then we unloaded my car and went to my room. It was still raining so by the time we got everything out of the car and inside, we were both pretty well soaked. I had been in the service so to strip down to get dried off was not a big deal around another guy. Wasn't something I even thought about and definitely not in a sexual way. I had told him he could shower first and as we stripped down we were still talking about just everyday things. As he got his lowered and stepped out of his jeans I noticed he was commando and when he straightened back up is when it happened. I had just stepped out of my jeans and was saying something to him when I happened to glance down. I completely stopped midsentence and stared with my mouth open. He had a cock that had to be 10 to 11 inches just hanging there and was huge around also. I had never seen anything like that before. Then it dawned on me that I had stopped talking and was staring and was sure he had noticed and I turned away to place my wet clothes out next to the heater to dry out. While I was laying my clothes out he went into the restroom and I heard the shower come on. The sight of his cock has hit me in a way no other one ever had. I had seen plenty of cocks in my life but his was so large it basically had taken me aback and to my surprise my own cock had twitched and started to fill out towards hard too. Did stay like that for long but it definitely caught me by surprise doing that. I put it off to not having sex with my wife in so long. It didn't take him too long to shower and clean up. He yelled at me and wanted to know if I wanted him to just leave it on or turn it off. I told him to go ahead and leave it on as i needed a little rinse off too more than anything. I headed towards the shower as he was coming out drying his hair and couldn't help myself as my eyes went down to look at that cock of his again. I almost gasped as it was now about half way up and wow what a monster it was and I couldn't help wondering what it would do to a woman's pussy. Had to tear one up and make it almost unusable to any other guy. I was again somewhat surprised that my own cock stirred again at that sight. After a quick shower I came out to get dressed and found my new friend already dressed and packed to go. I told him, hey, don't leave yet, let's go eat first, besides it is still raining. I went on to say it would help pass the time anyway and see if it quit coming down. He accepted and after I got dressed we headed to the motel cafe for supper. As we ordered and started to wait, it dawned on me I had never asked his name and did so now. He told me his name was Steve. We had a nice meal and a good talk. When we were finished and got up to leave we found that the rain still had not stopped and actually might be coming down harder even. I told Steve he could come on back up to the room and watch tv and see if the rain would finally let up later instead of trying to stand out in it or even just sit around the lobby waiting. He accepted and we went back to my room. It felt nice to have someone, if only for a while to talk to and not have a boring night like I thought it would be. We settled in but it didn't take long to find that we didn't really have much more to talk about so we decided to get some cards out and play. One thing led to another then and as a joke, Steve said we should be playing strip poker. We both laughed at that for a bit, but by then it was getting late and we decided to do it anyway as a way to get ready for bed. The room had two twin beds and the rain didn't seem to be letting up any and I had told Steve he was welcome to stay the night and hope the rain was gone by morning so he could head out then. We decided that we would both have equal clothes on and each hand was worth one article of clothing off for the loser. No betting just deal a seven card stud game and whoever had the best hand won. We both had kicked our shoes off when we got comfortable earlier so we both had two socks, a pair of jeans and shirt on as we had both dressed after our showers commando. LOL 4 losses would end the game and be time to sleep. Steve won the first hand and off came a sock and then I won the next three hands in a row and he ws down to his jeans only. The cards changed then and he won the next two and we were both down to the last item now. Steve told me the game had got interesting now and wondered if I wanted to keep it going longer. I asked him what he meant and he said the next loser could choose to do a penalty of the winners choosing instead of taking their pants off and we could play a little bit longer before turning in. I said sure what kind of penalties did he have in mind and he said whatever popped into the others mind. I thought what could that be and agreed.

I’ll be at World Bear Sept 21-24, DoubleTree SeaWorld. Looking for bottoms.

Great job.

Hot story, I love being a cheating cumdump slut behind my husband's back 😈

Met a nice black guy on line just a half hour ago. He met me in a parking lot, parked his truck and got in mine. i have blacked out windows so very food for car head. He unzipped and pulled his shorts and underwear to his feet. He had a nice uncut cock which I love. Always seems like bigger loads form uncut! I immediately went to work on him as he reclined the seat back. very tasty dick. After sucking a few minutes he started to grown and asked me if i wanted his load. I nodded yes, as he shot a thick tasty load in my mouth. It was rough swallowing it but i got most of it 😉 . He thanked me and we agreed to meet again soon!

Yes, of course

I was 5 when I first sucked my neighbor who was also 5 and within a week, his daddy, after he was sure I wasn't going to run home and tell. I swallowed his cum and shared it with his son often. He liked his boys in panties so we would run around in the ones he gave us. I played at their house until I was 10, with them and others they had over. They moved suddenly and I was sad. Until the next year when I was eleven. There was a bowling alley close by that had just built a game room and I rode my bike to check it out. It had all new pinball machines, it even had an air hockey table. After a while, I had to pee and when I went in the men's room, there were 2 men standing at this long trough used as a urinal. Me being 11 got shy and ducked into the fartherest stall and immediately saw all the writing and pictures of cocks and pussies and noticed a big hole in the divider between my stall and the next. The hole was so big, I could almost crawl through it. I heard one of the men's footsteps leave and then I heard the other's get closer and the the next stall's door creak open and shut. I could the man's torso, and he just stood there. He began rubbing his cock through his jeans and slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled out the biggest cock I would see for many years. He started stroking it and flopping it around. My face gravitated toward the hole to get a better look and he moved closer and whispered, "you like?" I said "uh-huh", and he fed me his cock through the hole. I could barely get the head of his cock in my mouth so I jacked it with both hands while sucked the tip and licked his piss slit. It didn't take long before I could feel his cum begin to convulse up his shaft and into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and shot my load all over the partition. He began to pull away but I wanted to keep sucking. He told me to come back anytime I wanted more. ( He was the bowling alley manager or something). I went up there 2 or 3 times a week that summer. It was great. I still love gloryholes.

Brock returned from his run to an empty house. His mom had already left for work, it seemed. He stripped off his shorts and jock on his way to the shower. He was fully hard by the time he ducked under the hot water. Images of Leon fucking the unknown man flashed between thoughts of what it felt like to have power over the anonymous man - the anonymous man desperate for Brock's cock. Brock was certain that if the man had been allowed, he would have swallowed Brock's entire cock until Brock blew his load. Brock wondered if the man would be able to swallow his entire load. His entire venomous load. His phone chirped from the edge of the vanity and Brock snapped back to reality. He'd been stroking his cock slowly and was getting dangerously close to blowing his load down the shower drain. His virus had made it very clear that was no longer acceptable. Where Brock had previously been able to jerk off and cum nearly on command, he found himself now reluctant to cum. He'd jerked off multiple times a day in the week since he had fucked his uncle. The day he lost count of how many loads he shot, when he fucked his uncle until he couldn't physically cum anymore. The day he blew his last negative loads and his first positive loads. The day, he was quite certain, he converted. But despite his efforts, he had been unable to get off from jerking off since. He turned the shower off and stepped out into the steamy bathroom. His phone chirped again. It was his calendar reminder for his date with his uncle. He dried himself off, tied his hair back, and threw on briefs, jeans, and a flannel shirt. He was out the door a few minutes later. ---------- Brock pulled into the parking lot at the address his uncle had given him. He was slightly confused. According to the sign, the building housed the University's public health department. Brock had just grabbed his phone to text his uncle when a message popped up from him. "Front door is open. I'll meet you inside" When Brock got inside, Dale gave him a very tight hug. His uncle was dressed in some loose fitting athletic shorts and a muscle shirt. He must have come from the gym or something. "How was your week, bud?" his uncle asked. Brock gave Dale the highlights, leaving out his fantasies about fucking his scholar bowl coach and his excursion this morning. It slowly dawned on Brock that they seemed to be waiting for someone else. "Who are we waiting for, uncle Dale?" Brock asked. "Someone who's always late," Dale responded, annoyed. "Come on. He knows where he's going." Dale led Brock through the building, which was a bit of a maze inside - thank you brutalist architecture. After several corners and hallways, they found themselves in a dead end that appeared to be set up as a lounge with a couch and a couple chairs. Dale didn't hesitate. He walked straight over to the sofa, pulled the waistband of his shorts down to show his jockstrap-clad ass, and bent over the arm to present his hole to Brock. Brock's member stiffened instantly and within seconds, precum was soaking into his briefs. Dale reached back and spread his cheeks wider. The blood had rushed from Brock's brain to his 9" dick which made it very difficult to make good decisions. Before he could give it a second thought, Brock had his jeans and briefs around his muscular thighs was sinking his granite member into his uncle's hole. Dale was pre lubed. Pre loaded, maybe? Dale's hole welcomed Brock's invading prick readily for the first few inches. Dale groaned as more of his nephew's length entered his guts. "Holy fuck that's a great dick, kiddo," Dale panted. After Brock's dick found resistance, Dale gritted his teeth and pushed back against his nephew. With ample help from his nephew's generous flow of venomous precum, Dale impaled his second sphincter on the poz rod between Brock's legs. When Dale could feel Brock's thick mat of pubic hair against his ass, he stopped, just enjoying the incredible girth stretching his viscera. Brock could feel the days of unintentional edging coming to a rapid boil in his overfilled balls. Just the heat of his uncle's hole was enough to drive him toward the point of rapture. His virus wanted out. It yearned for freedom - to spread. Multiply. Just as quickly as Dale had accepted Brock's member into him, he was sliding off of his nephew's cock and pulling his shorts up. Brock was screaming inside and an ache set into his balls. "We are going to be late, bud. I just had to feel that cock in me." Dale said longingly. He set off down another hallway. Brock fumbled his briefs and jeans back up and set off after him, leaving behind the veritable puddle of biohazardous precum his uncle had left behind on the floor. A few turns later they stopped outside of an office. The placard read "Fahrad Shah, MD." Uncle Dale knocked and a man with a thick accent beckoned them in. Brock followed his uncle into the small office. It was set up like a doctor's office. Dr. Shah sat at the small counter with an array if vials and supplies in front of him. He looked to be in his early 30s and about 6' tall, average build. He had dark hair and light brown eyes. He had a tuft of coarse chest hair visible under the open collar of his shirt. His lab coat was embroidered with a biohazard emblem. The Scorpion motif Brock had become so familiar with was embroidered inside it. Dr. Shah turned from the supplies on the table and extended his hand, first to Dale and then to Brock. Dr. Shah turned back to the supplies and Brock turned to Dale. "What's going on, uncle Dale?" Brock asked. "Dr. Shah is one of the top virologists in the country. He specializes in viral DNA and virus genealogy." Dale responded. His tone was cool and level with an undercurrent of something Brock couldn't quite identify. Excitement? Anticipation? "Dr. Shah is going to test you to ensure you converted and didn't just have a bad flu. And if you're positive, he's going to run some additional tests." Dale hesitated here. Dr. Shah continued meticulously preparing supplies. Brock began to feel uneasy. This was very different from the second video he had seen of Zeke. He had questions, but he couldn't ask them without Dale finding out he snooped that first night. His thoughts thoughts were busily spiraling when there was a sharp knock on the door. Dr. Shah beckoned the newcomer in, again with his thick Iranian accent. Brock's Gaze snapped to the door in time to see Uncle Dale entering the office. And he looked pissed.

Part 31 Watching Kevin approach the bed with two liquid-filled syringes in his hand I listened as Drew explained to me and my son how this was going to be done. "Okay, Jer," he stated in a husky voice, "we're going to give you your slam first. You already know what to expect and how fucking great the rush feels when it hits you." "Fuck yeah I do!" Jeremy answered eagerly. Still talking to Jeremy but looking in my face Drew continued. "As soon as the waves hit you we're going to give Daddy, I mean your dad, his slam. As soon as it hits him he's going to push his cock inside your spasming ass. That will give your ass a jolt like you can't imagine and your ass is going to suck your dad's cock balls deep in you so you'll both feel hornier than ever together at the same time. Okay?" he asked us both. Jeremy didn't hesitate to let us know he was ready and I nodded excitedly at Drew. I watched Kevin fasten the belt around Jeremy's arm as I'd seen him do not too long ago on the computer. I was so engrossed in watching Kevin and Jeremy I was startled when Ryan took my left arm and began tying it off. He grinned at my astonished look and said, "Want to get you set for your slam stud so we can give it to you as soon as Jeremy feels his." I nodded my understanding and watched him mirror what Kevin was doing to my son. I saw both needles inserted to our respective veins then both syringes filling with our blood and mixing with the contents of the glass tubes. Then Kevin said, "Here it comes boy," as he pushed the plunger all the way down sending more of the liquified drug into Jeremy's system, while Ryan held mine steady until it was time. Just as before I saw Jeremy shudder and arch his back and heard him gasping for air as he was wracked with a series of powerful coughs. Then Jeremy began writhing on the bed, moving his hands all over his muscled torso, and we all heard a primal growl start in his throat and build quickly. At that point I was no longer able to watch the slam's progression on my boy as I heard Kevin say, "Do it," and I stared as Ryan gave me my first slam. Just as I was thinking I wasn't feeling anything, then WHAM! My head snapped backwards, my head and heart were pounding loud and hard, I felt a tightening in my chest and an almost deafening roaring in my ears. My body started shivering and convulsing and I was sure I was having a fatal heart attack. Deep coughs began in tandem with all of these things then it seemed my mind went silent. I was vaguely aware of two things: I could hear Jeremy still coughing as if from a distance, and my whole psyche and being were fixated on the need to have all the hot sweaty raw nasty sex I could. As I felt that need rapidly growing I heard Drew beside me saying what I ached to hear. "Now, Daddy Justin," he whispered even as he took hold of my throbbing cock. "Fuck your son! Slide your dirty cheating incestuous daddy dick inside Jeremy's fucking ass! Fuck him until you breed him stud!" With those words he let loose of my raging shaft as it pressed against Jeremy's burning 19 year-old hole and and was almost sucked into his flexing fuck chute! Jeremy's ass was still convulsing and spasming as I slid deeper and deeper into the warm wet for*idden places no father's cock is ever supposed to enter - my own son's ass! Tighter than any of the other three asses I'd been in today and more satisfying than I could have imagined. And more erotic because of the fact that it WAS my son I now had my bare cock buried in, something society called wrong and evil and despicable. I didn't give a damn what society said - this felt too good. Fucking my jock son Jeremy's cum-filled ass with the cock that had fucked him into existence. My head started to clear and I became aware of Jeremy's hands clawing at my back, his strong legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and his raspy voice crying out, "OH FUCK YESSS! Fuck me dad! Gawd you feel so fucking good in my ass! Pound me! Fuck me! Fill me up with your cum! Fucking do it!!" Bellowing in raw lust-filled carnality, I began fucking in and out of the hole impaled on my dick. We were both spewing profanity and vulgarity as our moans echoed around the room. Too soon, I felt my orgasm ready to explode. Suddenly I knew I wanted to be looking into Jeremy's eyes when I started to breed him with my incestuous cum. I caught Drew's eye and managed to moan out, "The blindfold. Take it off! I want him to see my face when I cum in him! Now! Do it! I'm about to cum!" As I slammed home one final time into my hot son's cum hungry hole and I felt the first eruption of my seed blasting from my piss slit, Drew grabbed the blindfold and yanked it off and I was looking deep into Jeremy's confused horny face as I cried out, "Take your dad's cum, son!" (to be continued)

Two things really jumped out at me the first time I was a proper cumdump (10 loads). 1) The moment I felt the cum starting to overflow out of my hole. 2) The “wow” comments that followed from each top after that, and then each of them sloshing it about with their fingers and dicks, playing with it and loving it. I just smiled so much and told myself “Yeah, you’re a slut!” 🤤

Part 4 He mentioned his ass was warm and he asked for more in his ass. He was begging for it, he had no idea what was coming I was looking at the kids ass, round and inviting and decided that I needed to get a piece of it before the Viagra wore off in me, I took a hefty dose this morning before it took a booty bump myself. I got behind him and asked if he was ready for a hot cock up his hole. He was almost begging for it. The Tina was doing it’s job and he was already starting to sweat. My friend walked in front of the bound kid and said he understood he didn’t want to suck any. He waived his 7”+ cock in front of the kids face and the kid said “ I want to “. You talk about Meth being a bottoms drug. It really is. My friend told me this past week that he finally got a test and was diagnosed as HIV+ and apparently a pretty aggressive strain. His company had him in Germany for 6 months and only got home a couple months ago. All he said about his trip was that those guys really know ow to party and fuck. The kid was sucking on the cock and I lined up mine to his ass. This was going to be epic. I told the kid to take a deep breath and say “ I’m a fagot “. He did as instructed and just as he started to say the line I shoved as hard as I could into his ass. He screamed the word Fagot in a high pitch that sounded like straight porn I use watch labeled Painal where women were anal virgins then the squealed with the penetration. I wish we had gotten a video of that. He was now truly a fagot pig and I was only starting. I fucked hm for a few and rested, I wanted to cum but not that fast. I wanted to open this new pig cunt , I knew what was coming later. My friend put his dripping cock back in his mouth and stared skull fucking him. All the kid was going was muffled moans. I stopped and asked him if he wanted to stop and all we could hear was a muffled NO. I couldn’t hold out any longer and began really pounding is ass. I shot several shots up him. I stayed in him and asked my friend for a plug. He pulled out of the kids mouth and reached for a huge one. I told him to get a smaller on for now. At the same time I let loose a load of chem piss up the kids ass. This was my first today so I knew it would be very potent. I knew it was flooding his guts and it would be spinning him more, he felt it and moaned and said it felt great. This kid was going to be fun. My friend handed the plug with a small shard. I pushed the shard up the kid and then worked the plug in. The kid said it burnt a little . He was well on his way for the next part of his conversion to pig slut

Mostly true. But the devil is in the details. You're on PrEP - great. Assuming you've not missed any doses in the month before you have sex with him, you're almost certainly good to go. If you have missed doses, you may want to wait until you've had a month of steady dosing. Or - double dose on the day you plan to have sex, then make absolutely sure you take a dose 24 and 48 hours after the double dose, as though you were on 2-1-1 scheduling (and then resume the daily doses after that). Secondly: PrEP-resistant HIV is rare, but it does exist. If you're really concerned about his med holidays having made his HIV PrEP-resistant, ask which med he was on before he stopped taking it, and compare the ingredients to what's in your PrEP prescription. If they're entirely different, it's probably not an issue (as any resistance would be to the meds he was taking, not yours). If there is overlap (PrEP typically contains 2 compounds, and most HIV treatments consist of three, sometimes four), then there's a small chance. Mind you, the odds are still heavily in your favor that (as timfreo notes) he can't poz you.