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The sight of Bill being fucked pushed me over the edge. I felt my control go, my balls tighten and then I orgasmed deep in the old man's backside, filling it with gouts of spunk. When I finished, I pulled back and watched my cock slide out of his dirty arsehole. He levered himself up of the table and wiped his hole with his finger. "Oooh, lovely!" He grinned. "I'm all wet and dripping!" The black guy was fucking Bill in short, hard strokes, his mouth slack and eyes staring as he worked himself to a climax. "Oh yeah!" He gasped and his fat body rippled as he shot his load. I felt fingers greedily feeling for my arsehole as other hands pulled me face down over the table. Bill stood up and stuck a finger up his ravaged arsehole, pulling out a fat gob of spunk with his forefinger. "Let's just lube him up boys!" He laughed, and stuck his finger into me, rubbing the spunk over my hole. There was an old man waiting patiently behind me, his cock grasped in his gnarled fingers. As soon as Bill took his finger away, he slid his cock up me in one delicious thrust. I gasped and hung on, widening my legs and pushing back to feel his cock as deep as possible until his hairy balls were slapping against mine. I was dimly aware of the doorbell and Bill pulled up his shorts to go and answer it. The old man was fucking me hard, spit dripping from his slack lips onto my back. "Oh, hello" I heard Bill say. "He's a bit busy at the moment." Then I heard my mother's voice in reply "Just wanted to check what time he'll be home so I can get dinner on." "He's just in the yard, "said Bill " Ask him yourself" The door opened and I looked over my shoulder to see my mother standing there. The was a gasp from the crowd as she saw me being buggered. "Oh!" She said, then grinned. "I might have known! Dirty little sod." The old man was close, looking at her anxiously but continuing to fuck. "Don't mind me, mate" She said " Shoot up him if you want." The old man gasped. "Cumming!" he croaked and I felt his cock throb and throb as he spunked in me. He staggered back, and his cock dripped as it slid out of me. "Lovely!" She said. "Right, I'm off. I can see you're busy, Timmy so I'll put dinner back until 8ish" She pointed at a very old, wizened man with no hair and sagging belly but a nice big cock standing up between his thighs. "Fill yer boots then, Pop. You look like you need it!" The man grinned, got behind me and slid up me with a sigh of pleasure. She laughed. "See you then Bill" and the door closed behind her as the group clustered around me...

I'm gonna have to disagree with you here big time. Now that we can actually speak about sex work unvarnished in this forum I'm going to say I am all for it! And no only because I have been a part of that world, or even that I was born into it. Man (Woman) comes into this world with nothing he truly owns but his body. If for what ever reason, (not every sex worker is a victim) (S)He decides to use what (s)he's got, to get what (s)he wants / needs, that is no one else's business. It never ceases to amaze me how people are perfe tky fine with paying everyone else to get a piece of you. what do I mean by that? the venue is paid. be it a movie, show, restaurant, night club- your meeting place gets paid. you pay for gyms and clothes and perfumes or colognes and sometimes surgery to make yourself attractive so that someone may want to have sex with you. you pay for food, you pay for drinks you might pay for drugs. All these other people get something so that you have a chance to drain your balls. But you draw the line at paying the person who you intend to dump your load into. and it doesn't matter if its a lifetime commitment or a 3 minute quickie. at the end, the one DOING the work should receive something other than Jim dripping out of their various holes and an STD Panel. Most people pay Sex Workers to go away afterwards anyway, because post nut clarity bring back whatever religeous or Societal dogma you've been raised with making one wanna distance one's self from the "filthy things" they've done... for example... youpick up some trade you get you dick sucked, your cum swallowed. you feel better because your wife (girlfriend, boyfriend etc) would never do that for you, or your church said you sinbed because that wasn't ti create new life. shame fills your thoughts and you want that person farcaway so you can lie to yourself that it never happened. But not everyone likes being used and thrown away. compensating them negates some of the damage you've caused. but you're not okay paying for that. yeah... That to me is disgusting. I would also like to add that some people are not able to charm, con, seduce, or use any other means to get into someone else's pants. yet, human contact - carnal contact is a basic human need as we are social creatures. I see no difference between Fucking/ being fucked, a sex worker or spending arguably more to lay on a couch and talk to some doctor about how you hated your parents growing up.

Part 4. A few summers ago, my husband Max and our friends Donald and John were spending a warm summer day at the beach. Donald and John are also a couple. It was hot and it wasn't all because of the warm sunshine. All the hot men around me in speedos and their big bulges. I've never understood swimming shorts. Why do men wear them? Fortunately, most of the men on the beach wore speedos. The circling of the bulges made me hot though. It was a nice day, but watching the bulges made me incredibly horny. At some point I told Max and the guys that I had to go to the bathroom. Fortunately, no one else wanted to go along. Of course, I didn't head to the restaurant, which also had a toilet, but instead to the bushes behind the beach. I had read online that the bushes had become a well-known cruising spot for gay men. Soon I found three men in speedos in the bushes, who were jerking off in a circle. I crept up to them and they nodded in agreement. I took out my own cock and a 50-year-old man grabbed it and started jerking. The men's hard cocks looked lovely, so I knelt down in front of the men and took the nearest cock into my mouth. The cock tasted salty and smelled of sweat. I also tasted two other cocks. But since I was in a hurry to get back to the beach, I decided to be straightforward. I stood up and lowered the speedos to below my buttocks and turned my ass towards the men. Immediately I felt hands on my buttocks and hole. One of the guys said "you greedy slut. Do you have condoms with you"? "No," I replied. "There's no way, I'm not going to stick my bare dick in a hole that offers itself to completely unknown men in the bush," said the youngest man, about 30 years old. "Me neither," said another younger man as well. The older one, about 50 years old, said that he is not interested in rubbers. "Raw feels much better and it's always a pleasure to seed young greedy cumdumps". The older man pressed his bare cock in my ass and the younger ones took turns in my mouth. All three of them fucked me like a bitch, which was good because I should be hurrying to the beach next to my husband. One of the young men shot in my mouth and I swallowed all the sperm. The 50-year-old also sped up and whispered "take my sperm". One of the younger guys jerked furiously and started spraying his sperm into my mouth, face and hair. I'm sure I looked like a really horny slut in the bushes. The men stuffed their used cocks back into their speedos and set off on their journeys. I too began to rush back to the beach. I put on my speedo and on the way I tried to clean my face and hair from the sperm. I wiped my face with my hand and licked it clean. I really hoped I could clean up all the sperm spills. When I arrived on the beach with our towels, Max was already worried about where I had gone. I told him that I had bumped into my co-worker Karen on the way, with whom I had been talking, and that's why I was late on the way. When I had settled on my towel between Max and Donald, I noticed that there was a wet spot on the front of my own speedos. The head of my cock had been wet with precum when I had pulled the speedos on. I quickly turned over to lie on my stomach so the wet patch wouldn't show. At the same time, I was hoping I could keep my hole tight so the older man's sperm wouldn't leak out and wet the back of my speedos. After I had laid on my stomach on the towel for a while, I felt Donald's fingers in my hair. Donald took something from my hair between his fingers and then put his fingers in his own mouth. I looked at Donald in shock. It had to be sperm, I was caught. But Donald looked straight into my eyes and winked at me.

Am away in Bangkok and took 4 loads from Grindr hook ups - no mention of status but none attempted to use a condom. I then paid a very cute 20 MB ago fucked me and I blasted 2 loads inside of him - hope he was neg!

We all have different tastes, kinks, fetishes. But in my book, this is one of the best stories posted on BZ.

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.

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.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

Does anyone else love sharing there partner

I feel like there’s a difference and maybe it just comes down to awareness and … enlightenment? It’s hard to describe. It seems so many guys go through the motions and enjoy fucking for the pleasure it brings and the satisfying release. But it’s almost like they’re going through the motions. Now, they are some fucking good motions. But I don’t know about you but anytime I’ve told a guy about how badly I need him to cum inside me and that the reason he’s cumming over is to inseminate me I feel like everything becomes so much more heightened. From the moment he walks into the room, things are just so much more fucking intense. We both know what he’s here for. That by the time he leaves the sperm that’s in those balls will have been pumped into my hole. The foreplay where I’m worshipping his cock with my mouth and he’s rimming my hole just takes on a whole new meaning. I’m not just pleasuring his cock. I’m pleasuring the cock they will be breeding me. The balls that are carrying his incredible man juice. He’s not just rimming me to make me feel good. He’s literally prepping my hole for his load, warming me up to receive him. And the eye contact. When we both know how powerful the act we’re doing is, what’s really going down, as he pumps inside my hole it’s just so wonderful. We don’t even need to speak. We both just understand that there’s nothing more important. This is big. This is breeding. Not quite the same as just fucking for fun if you ask me.

Bored and horny, I put an add online. “Taking anonymous loads”. Guy responds with a photo of a hard 8” cock and say’s that’s the only time you see it. Me and my mate need to nutt. Where and when?” Gave address. 15mins later I buzz him up lift. I’m waiting in the dark bedroom in jocks and on all fours arse up at end of bed, blind folded. I have my butt plug on the side table ready to slide in after they leave. I hear the two of them laugh and a hand slowly massaging my arse as a guy climbs on the bed in front of me. I can smell his crotch as I hear him undo his jeans and I feel a thick cock hit my face. I know the deal and I am sucking him off. No sooner is his cock in my mouth than I hear him groan in pleasure – he is happy with my work. He says to his mate, “How’s your end?” I feel a finger try to penetrate me and it stops, and I hear him say “needs a little lube”. I hear his jeans go down and I am thinking this is gonna be a rough dry fuck. But no. I feel his tongue dive into my hole and the tell tale feeling of a beard as he eats me like I am his dinner, and he hasn’t eaten in days. This goes on for about 2 minutes – not long. And his mouth is gone. In seconds it is replaced with what must be a 9-inch-thick cock and there is no waiting. He drives in me balls deep in one go. He holds it there for a bit to allow me to adjust and accept his cock. “Fuck man, he took me in one go” he says to his mate. The pain quickly subsides, and I am in heaven as he slowly starts to fuck me. His mate is face fucking me and says, “don’t take too long, this guy is good. I don’t know how long I’ll last”. His mate responds, “I’m close. Hold on.” The guy face fucking me pulls out and is bending down in front of me and I can smell cigarette smoke on his breath and then a tongue is down my throat as he kisses me. He also has a beard, and I am rock hard now. As he does his mate almost yells, “here it comes, oh fuck” and he bottoms out and I can feel the cock swell and pulse as he pumps rope after rope of his seed inside me. His mate kisses me and says, “that’s a 3-day load mate”. His mate pulls out and I feel empty suddenly. They switch places and I am presented with a semi hard cock covered in arse juice and seed to clean. “Now for the 5-day load – it’s gonna be big”. He fucks me hard and fast as I clean off his mate’s cock. I can feel drops of his mates cum dripping down my crack as he fucks me. It is quick and in minutes he is growling as he bottoms out and I feel the tell-tale signs of his load painting my insides. He holds in there for almost a minute. It must be the biggest load I have taken yet. He slowly keeps fucking me and he is not going soft. I can hear the wet sloshing as his and his mate’s cum is being mixed up and leaking out as he fucks me. He then flips me over on to my back without pulling out and I am rock hard dripping pre-cum. His mate starts kissing me like a love sick school girl and jacking me off and I just can’t hold back anymore and I shoot what must be the biggest load I have ever shot all over my chest. This makes me clench my arse muscles and send the guy over the edge and I get a 2nd load off him without him even pulling out. He says to his friend, “pass that plug over. Don’t want to waste any of this” and I feel my butt plug inserted. I can hear him panting now and the guy kissing me steps away too. I hear the tell tale sounds of them pulling their pants up and it sounds like they are about to leave, when I feel a tongue suddenly licking up my cum off my chest and then a slow sensual kiss as I taste my own cum. When the cum is all gone the guy kisses me softly and then moves to my ear and whispers “did you like that?” I respond, “fuck yeah”. “Did you like eating that cum”. I respond, “very much”. “Good, cause it’s the last neg load you will ever shoot”. And they are gone. I take the blind fold off and there is two pieces of paper on the bed next to me. Both blood test results with the names removed. Both showing high viral loads and a message at the bottom of one saying “you know how to find us. Let us know when you join the brotherhood”. I wank again and shoot another load all over me. I fall asleep with the butt plug in and don’t remove it until morning. Nothing comes out – I absorbed it all!

Had just finished gymming and I was horny for some gloryhole action. The thrill of the chase, putting my ass against the wall and waiting until I feel the poke of a hard cock, drives me wild. Every time I go in, I always get multiple loads and I wonder how many today will score me. I walk in, go to the back past the wall lurkers and am in my booth with just enough time to take off my shorts when I hear the door close on the other side. Without having to even touch it, in pops this hung white daddy dick ready to fuck and I lube up and in he goes. I start riding it and within two minutes my hole is dripping his seed. As soon as he zips up and is out, the process begins and I ended up with 14 cocks unloading in me during that hour. I think the best fuck was when I walked in and this older and kind of pudgy straight guy saw me walk in. I love that I’ll take all loads as long as the tops cock is hard. He seemed hesitant at first but wanted to load me and was rock hard in the hall. Once I saw his shoes on the other side, after I had him buried inside my ass for a couple minutes I hit the buddy booth and let him watch through the now frosted glass as his cock slid in my hole, leaking loads all over his dick. He loved it and gave me one of the biggest loads. Can’t wait to take some anon cum again today.

Got a surprise DP'd by 2 college guys last night. I was a a college bar last night with friends to hook up with some college girls. Was talking to this girl for some time and her gay friend was with her. He was tall and slim and good looking. She met her female friend and said ill be right back and left me alone with her gay friend. He was a good talker and we got talk about all kinds of things then got into sex talk and asked if I was ever with a guy and told him I was bi. He asked if I play with guys much I said mostly lately guys. He said his boyfriend is here and we are leaving to a private party and asked if i wanted to go. I saw i had no hope with his female friend so agreed to go. I told my friends im leaving to go home and as i passed by the gay guy i said meet you outside. He said his bf is coming now. I waited outside and the two came out. His bf was a muscle guy both about 25. So i followed then to a house 30 minutes away. Got there and there were a few other guys there. Some my age and other in their 20s. So the two guys i came with brought me to a bedroom. One grabbed a bottle of vodka and orange juice as we went in. We sat in the room smoking and drinking alot and talking about things. Then the sex talk started and told me what they do to each other asked if i ever bottomed. I said mostly I like to be a bottom. Then one of them locked the door and put on gay porn. I drank more and watched with them. The three of us laid back watching gangbang porn and both started to rub my leggs. Then unzipped my paints and pulled them off. Rubbing my cock and leggs i was getting hot. Haven't been with this young in a while but going for it. They stripped and wow nice smooth bodys. We started to makeout and i started to suck. As i was bent over sucking i felt my hole played with. I said i wasn't planning this i need to cleen. They both said the shower as a toy on it. They said go to ready we were set already. So i showered and used the attachment to deep clean. I got out and saw them laying on the bed with dildos in each other. I said thats hot and got on the bed and in notime had a larger dido pushed in me with a ton of lube. He pushed and pulled the didlo for some time. Hurt in the beginning but i got loose as i was sucking an cock. The one i was sucking slid more under me and the dido got pulled out slowly and felt him grab his friends cock and line it up to my hole. I sat up and felt lube alot of lube rubbed on my hole and his cock and sat on his cock playing with his nipples. He thrusted as i felt his cock was in deep. He friend watched for a little then pushed on my back for me to lay on his friend. I felt more lube and all of a sudden felt another cock try to slide in. It hurt a little and was like a pole it was so hard and felt my ass give and he slid it and felt so good as it went in deep with the other cock. They both started to thrust and i buried my face in the pillow. Thank god they weren't big. They fucked me like bunny rabbits. Then one blew his load and a few more strokes the other blew a load. They pulled out and i was laying with them and rubbed the one guys smooth ass. It got me hot so i rolled over and pulled his ass up and rimmed the hell out of it i got son hot after me getting DP'd and that nice smooth firm ass I shoved my hard cock in him and fucked him hard for a while and blew a hugh load in him as his friend sucked my cum out of it. We laid on the bed for a while watching more porn.

Chapter 11: Three Strokes When Marc got home from his session with the nerd, I told him I had set up a three way stroke session with him and the nerd. Marc said he knew, and had some ideas for it, and perhaps a future session. I asked him what they were. He suggested that I bring a hood for the nerd to wear and he would never show his face, and even though we saw the thick creamy load on his stomach, he said there was even more on his face. What a great idea I thought. I asked him what other ideas, and he said i should suggest that I suck the nerds cock, and then perhaps the nerd suck our cocks. I was concerned the nerd would say no, but he said he was driven by all of the tokens he earned for the private show. He said the nerd stated that his regular viewers were declining, and just watching him stroke without wanting private shows. Marc said it was a lot easier to get a finger up the nerds ass than he expected, and he Ioved it! He said perhaps then we could convince him to use toys on himself, and in time maybe even get our toxic cocks and seed in him! I agreed saying it would take time, but worth the wait! Our three way jerk session was set for tomorrow. Marc would already be there when I arrived and act just as surprised as the nerd when I arrived! There was no way we wanted to blow our cover as a couple. The nerd was thrilled when he saw me, and Marc acted just as suprised and excited as the nerd. Marc started telling me that both he and the nerd were just starting to explore their sexuality and he recalled I said I was gay in the first day introductions. The nerd chimed in and admitted that he was hoping that we could connect, and that he was afraid to make the first move by asking. Marc said he felt the same way, and how cool it was that we all met this way. I of course said I'd be more than happy to teach them a few things about being gay. The nerd asked what. I said he seemed to like things up his ass, and that I had a variety of toys I could bring and use on him. The nerd seemed to love that idea! I then said I had one more idea I'd love to try today, and then grabbed the leather hood from my bag. The nerd looked suprised but he was wondering how he could show his face, without really showing it. I said judging by that load on your stomach, I bet your face was covered in cum. The nerd said yes, and even the headboard was! The nerd asked what else. I said I had an idea, but I'd save it for our session. I suggested we could let the audience vote with tokens, perhaps grabbing a few from those who didn't want to donate for a semi private show. The nerd was gleeful in saying they made over $300 in tokens on the private show alone and he'd love to make $600 so we could split it three ways, earning $200 each rather than the $150 they each earned the other day. Of course I didn't say so, but yea the money was a nice bonus, but my ultimate goal was for Marc to create his very first son with the nerd! With that, we started our "pre production " meeting. We positioned ourselves on the bed, with me in the middle. The nerd asked if he could see my cock, and I told him he'd have to wait like the viewers did. I did grab his hand and put it on my cock though letting him get a good feel for it. The nerd asked if he could jerk it off after I finished us off, and I suggested that wr should first see how the tokens were coming in, and if not as good as expected, perhaps add an additional show, or request additional tokens from those already in semi private show. The nerd suggested a combination of both, and I agreed!

Yesterday I went to Sunderland to meet a friend of the man I've been meeting. We actually met him in a little boat on the river. They had obviously been chatting about me and he had seen my old photos. It was straight in with them talking about me and how I first started sucking cock and that they knew what I was really after being a little whore. I stripped in the cabin while they talked about me. I felt very vulnerable but oddly powerful. The boat was right by the river path and it wasn't that warm, but I was hot enough it wasn't a problem. I did feel a little exposed, but the cabin gave some cover and I don't think the few people who were around saw anything. I sucked and was fucked bare by both of them. Cream applied to my ass before taking them fully to finish, because I am such a slut. Interesting wind down chat afterwards as they were very interested in me sucking when I was younger. This got me talking about how they started as they are both very mens men and not at all camp or gay in how they are. The man with the boat was an ex miner, and he said when he worked down the mine that male sex was very accepted and used to happen in the seams. It wasn't as open when he was there in the 80s as work was more controlled but it still happened n the working mens clubs, allotments and pigeon lofts and the men would go back to their wives at the end of the day. My "daddy" was an ex steelworker and driver and had similar stories. It's not how I would have imagined it! Anyway that's my cock fix for now, but I'm hoping for more of daddys load on Sunday. I'm over 50 and feel 15. It's incredible!

Random status update: Enjoyed a slutty summer, taking cocks here and there. Found a 24yo guy who likes to throat fuck me. Last week I was gagging all over his Asian cock before he unloaded in my throat. Then he made me cum on his chest and forced me to lick it all up. Enjoyed it, ngl. He’s kinda sadistic, doesn’t smile. We meet infrequently. Recently have been messaging with a Mexican traveler, 19yo. He’s not old enough to buy beer yet but was definitely old enough to shoot two virile loads into my willing cunt when we met today. Had me squealing and lifting my hips to meet his powerful thrusts. Still got some of his semen in my guts right now. Really hoping this turns into a recurring thing with him, he seems interested too 🥰

You say this here, but let’s give this another perspective. Adult talent - for them, sex on camera is their profession. If money isn’t involved, how would that work? OnlyFans, JustForFans, other adult sites - seems there’s a supply and demand equation at work. If someone wants to pay a certain person $15/month to see cock (or tits), is that not a fair exchange? Social Media/Hookup sites - ever see how many people are seeking “gen”? Seems like every 3rd person on many sites. I’m not buying, but if someone else is, should that be a private decision for both of them (despite the laws about solicitation)? I’m not personally that transactional, but if two other consenting adults are, shouldn’t that be their decision?

I'm guessing that either: he has anxiety issues (anxiety is incurable); or he felt that the line between his professional and personal lives was about to blur too much; or he had moved out of home, then lost his job and had to move back home (and his parents imposed conditions on him); or he's not as mature as you thought he was; or his employer is a homophobe Not your fault that he "nuked" that part of his personal life. Note: I'd gladly let you fuck me bare and while partaking in other fun that we can only speak about on a different forum.

Part 2 This is the second part of my story about how I accidentally got locked by a FWB in NYC. Here I am lying in this hotel room in Chicago. Knowing I have a flight later in the day that takes me back to base. The base where I live. The base that hopefully has a spare key to this cock cage. I haven’t looked at my phone as of yet but I know that on it is an unanswered text from my mystery man from the club asking me if I’m still locked. I’m just not ready to acknowledge to him that I am still in fact locked. I just need time to process what is happening. But most of all I need to cum. I can feel the strain on my cock and balls from now being caged for over 36 hours from my unexpected reroute resulting in me not making it back to NYC to be released. What on earth was I thinking? Why would I allow myself to stay locked for another day?! All that resonated in my head was that cumshot I had from getting my boycunt absolutely destroyed by that tall dark and handsome Italian. I slowly felt my hand that had migrated down to my taint and started feeling the outer ring of my hole. It was pouty, I knew without even looking it was stretched out a little still. It had been over 20 hours since I had anything in it. But the evidence lingered from the 5 loads I took inside the Eagle. That’s when I heard my phone ding. I froze knowing it was a text. Was it him? Was it Johnny? Was I ready to admit I liked this cage? Not to mention how my boycunt was still hungry? Most of all was I ready to admit that that anal cumshot I experienced was one that shattered mankind's history and would be heard of for generations to cum? Yeah, I’m not ready to tackle that thought just yet. I need to get this cage off. It’s messing with my mind and it’s only been 2 days. So I stopped exploring my newfound boycunt and reached for my phone. It was a scheduling update. My Trip that I was on was canceled. There was a Deadhead on my calendar sending me back to Dallas. There I would be released and have 2 days off. My mind went straight to Johnny and I knew then I had to plan to get my key back or hope I had a spare. Me: So I need my key. It’s got to come off if I have to go to the ER for help. If I don’t have another Key at home you have to meet me. Please………. I knew Johnny would take his time responding so thats when I texted my mystery man. Seeing that text again with the simple words of “Still Caged?” It’s like I could hear his voice in my head. Deep and raspy. Excluding the level of confidence that made my hole quiver. Something came over me, I felt the need to respond. For a lack of better words “please him”. So I typed out simply “yes”. I sat there looking at the thread trying to will the 3 little dots to pop up to show that he was typing but about 5 minutes later I gave up and closed out of that app. Laid my head back in frustration. At this point, I was fully aware of the tightness of my hole. The hunger from deep inside my opening. That’s when I opened up my grindr put back on that jock that hug my ass perfectly and exposed my locked cock through the fabric and snapped a picture. Wrote the headline with the two-eyes emoji with a padlock. Then started scrolling the hole time playing with my hole. That’s when I got my first message……. HungKink: ass up? Me: can be, I’m caged ok? HungKink: How many loads this far? Me: None today 6 the other night… HungKink: Wya? Be ass up cage out. I don’t have much time so let’s link. I started to hesitate was I going to do this? All I could see was this guy’s shirtless picture. Says he is 5’11” and 160 pounds. But something about the picture showed he was older. But I could tell he worked out. Kept in shape and I knew my hole was hungry but was I going to be this guy? Was I going to allow this man to come use me while locked? HungKink: sent me a picture of him holding the base of his cock with it pointing at the camera with a slight curve down. Big head turning a slight purple from him squeezing the base. The skin pulled tight down the shaft with this large vien doing down one side wrapping up to the top behind the head. with the text saying “Ready Now?” At this point, all hesitation went out the window…..I sent the location and the room number and jumped up to quickly shower. He told me he’d be there in about 20 minutes. I was drying off and pulling my jock back up when his text came in. HungKink: here coming up be ready I jumped on the bed and poured some lube on my hole and quickly fingered into me. I could feel my hole relax faster than I had in the past. Like it was finally getting what it wanted. It was turning into a boycunt. That’s when I heard the door push open. You could hear his steps walking towards me on the bed. Feeling the warmth from his body. But he didn’t touch me. He walked right past me. Towards the window in the hotel room. Pulled the curtains shut and all the light left the room. That’s when I heard him stepping out of his clothes and hearing the belt clinch against itself as he folded up his clothes and sat them on the armchair in the corner. My eyes began to adjust and I turned slightly to look in his direction. I could see the jeans folded and then he took off his shirt reaching up from the collar to pull it straight up and over his head. On his left shoulder blade was a badge of some type with a ribbon crossing the center from each side. That’s when I realized it was a Chicago Fire Department memorial tattoo. With how defined his back was I knew he had to either be on active duty with them or recently retired. Just then my boycunt made its presence known. It relaxed and gapped with a slight pop. He quickly turned to look and our eyes met. He had a salt and pepper haircut cut short around the sides into a fade and just a slight length on the top. He snapped “Look away now”. I ducked my head into the pillow and said sorry. He walked over and I felt that head of his cock touch my crack. It had to be as big as a cutie orange. The heat that came off that cock felt like a branding iron melting into my tunnel. That’s when there is added pressure from him pushing into me. I felt the burn, my hole was open but not enough to accept his massive tool. He leaned forward and grabbed the poppers and tossed them beside my head and demanded me to use them while he added more lube to his cock. Asking if I was ready and I couldn’t find my voice I just shook my head yes. “Take one more inhale.” He started pushing in, with no sign of letting up. I started wincing and a whine and whimpering just a little. But then he leaned over and grabbed my cage. He shook it, pulled it. rolled my balls to the point I was biting my pillow and that was when I realized he was buried to base in me. The slight pain I was receiving helped him reach my deepest ring. He let go of my cock and grabbed both of my arms pulled back my arms and it raised me off the bed. I knew it was going to be rough. Boy was I not ready. The power in his thighs proved he had spent countless hours in the gym over the years and he was making sure I was on the receiving end of that power drive. Once he pulled out completely I could feel the magnitude of his cock. It let the cold air fill me and I then realized I was covered in sweat and hungry for more. “on your back”. I flipped and almost threw myself off the bed I was so ready. He grabbed my legs pushed them back against my chest and put them together with my cage pocking out the back of my legs. Then he resumed his pumping. My balls were getting tickled by his pubic hair. Plus the slight curve up from his cock was hitting on my button. My boycunt was in full drive. It became slicker and open for this Alpha man. He had this motion that bucked in and up driving me absolutely crazy. He showed no sign of letting up and I was building. The feeling deep in my cavity of a boycunt. It was like a wind-up toy that was reaching its limits. My caged cock started leaking to the point it was almost like I was pissing. I was clawing at the bed and getting my head beat into the headboard with all his force. IT WAS HEAVEN!! My boycunt was how I was receiving this pleasure. I needed it. I finally screamed out “MORE, GIVE ME MORE SIR!” That was all it took. He started shaking my caged cock and rolling it around while giving me all of his 8.5 inches. Never showing a sign of fatigue. That’s when it happened my eyes rolled back I lost consciousness and my whole body shook. This orgasm was amazing but was only a 1/10th of what I had last night. But it was needed. I’m still not sure how long I was out but I became aware of what happened when he slapped my face and said “Are you ready for my load?” to which I still didn’t understand how I could respond but barely said the words “please sir”. He bred me deep, long, and pulled out and moved to give me the last two spurts of jizz in my mouth. Telling me to clean it up. I swallowed everything I could swallow. Licked at his cock. Until he started spasiming from sensitivity. He walked away and into my bathroom of the hotel for a couple of minutes while I lay there with the weight of my body melting into the bed. I was spent. If it was possible my balls would have shriven up from emptiness from the amount of cum that came out of me. It shook the bed and matted my hair on my legs. It was a badge of honor to serve that Firefighter. About that time he walked out of the bathroom and right to his clothes. No words were spoken. But as he got his belt on he walked towards the door and said “Your phone was ringing while you passed out”. As the door closed, I reached for my phone and had a missed call from Johnny and two texts from my Italian. To Be continued…….. ****Message from Me**** This has been my first attempt at writing a story for people to read. So far it is exciting. I hope it gives me something to do during my hotel stay. Let me know if you want to hear more or something different.

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.

It’s Christmas morning, I’m too excited and can’t sleep so I'm the first out of bed. I am super excited this year. Usually, I get shipped off to Mom’s place for the holidays. But this year I finally get to spend Christmas with the guys. It is the stipulation of their divorce. Mom got me until I turned 18 and that’s when I could decide where I want to spend the holidays. I bury my nose in my Lucky Charms, searching for the various hidden marshmallow shapes on the box as I scoop spoonfuls of sugary goodness into my mouth. We opened gifts last night. My Christmas fleece robe feels so comfortable, snuggling my body as I eat. Every now and then I glance out the panoramic windows lining the north side of the log cabin we’re vacationing in. Another snowstorm is moving in, adding even more snow to what already blanketed everything last night. I look up and see Dad walk down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He walks over and starts up the coffee machine. It’s one of my favorite smells – the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the crisp, pungent aroma of the Christmas tree next to the fireplace. I swirl my cereal, chasing bits of milk-drenched cereal with my spoon when Dad walks over. “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy,” he says as he tousles my hair. “I’m not a baby anymore!” I pull my head away from Dad’s hand. “Well, you sure couldn’t tell by the lack of hair on your chest,” Robbie ribs, reaching into my robe to rub the smooth skin of my chest before opening the top of his robe and puffing out his pelt of chest hair. “You’ll always be my Baby Boy.” Before I can protest, Dad pulls my head back and gives me a kiss above both of my eyebrows then heads to the refrigerator to pull out the container of half and half. “I’m so glad to have you with us this year!” “Me too, Dad.” Coffee-to-cream-to-white-mocha-syrup perfected, Dad leans against the kitchen counter and grabs his phone to start the day’s Wordle. I turn my head, drawn by the motion of Dad mindlessly scratching his crotch. Dad has a habit of letting his robe’s belt go loose, so I’m not unfamiliar with seeing the fur that covers him. However, this morning it went really slack, providing more than a peek. I could see Dad in all of his glory and I must say – it was mesmerizing. But what was gleaming amongst his fur? Dad looks up from his phone, the side of his face raising in a smirk and a wink of the eye. I dart my eyes back to my bowl and busy myself scooping up the last bits of cereal in my bowl. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a giant grin on Robbie’s face as I upend the sugary milk into my mouth. Outside, the wind begins to pick up, howling. The blizzard conditions makes it nearly impossible to see the evergreens across the way. Dad walks over to the window and pauses to appreciate the beauty of such extreme weather conditions. He then turns his attention to the glowing embers in the fireplace. Some newspaper and a handful of kindling bring the fire back to life, flickering against the newly added logs with red and orange flames. I hear clanging as Dad pulls out a long, black duffel bag and places it in front of the growing fire. From inside of the bag, he starts pulling out a series of silver-grey pipes; connecting pieces to erect a frame. “Ho Ho Ho – Merry Christmas!!” We all turn to the voice at the top of the stairs. It’s Santa! Well…Grandpa in his Father Christmas garb: burgundy, full-length overcoat trimmed in brown faux fur, black pants, olive green vest, and of course, his black pair of brightly polished harness boots. I’ve seen him work gigs over the holiday season. He is a sight to behold. Grandpa much prefers the folklore version of the holiday gift-giver over the commercial red and white Coca-Cola Santa. It’s fun watching grown-ups turn into giant kids at the authenticity of his look. I must admit, with that trimmed white beard, rounded belly, and jovial smile, he always captures my attention. Dad greets him at the bottom of the stairs. Lifting a twig of mistletoe over his head, he cheers “Merry Christmas, Pops!” He lifts his hand under Father Christmas’ beard, cradling his chin to lean in and give him a deep, sultry kiss. My head twitches and I blink hard. My eyes dart over at Robbie who has made his way over to Grandpa for his own passionate kiss. “What the fuck is going on here?!” “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy.” Grandpa leans over me, gloved fingertips flicking my nipples as he reaches inside my robe for a hug and kiss on the forehead. My eyes close and I shudder. “Ummm…uhhh....Merry Christmas, Grandpa.” I feel my cheeks ignite as my face reddens. Yeah, sure…who hasn’t fantasized about sitting on Santa’s lap. But Grandpa?!? He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, rectangular box wrapped in metallic red paper with sparkling, silver glitter. “I have a very special gift for you this Christmas morning that will make your holidays merry and bright.” “I know what you’re getting! I know what you’re getting!” Robbie gleefully rubs his hands together before helping Dad hang a sheet of thick leather from the corners of the poles. Grandpa takes off his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack near the door. When he turns in my direction, I notice that he isn't wearing his usual black, oversized shirt. White tufts of fur spill over the top of his vest and escape around the laces tying it together. I have always wanted to rub my face in that beard as white as the snow blustering against the windows. Again – Santa fantasy. *shrug* Even if my own grandpa. “Come, sit on Santa’s lap.” I feel a bit silly, thinking I have outgrown such a silly tradition but I play along. It’s Christmas after all. Tis the season and all. It is only when the head of my dick pokes through my robe that I became aware of how aroused I am. I quickly cover myself hoping no one saw. Scanning their faces – they saw. “Your dad tells me what an extra special little boy you’ve been this year, Billy Boy, and that you hit a milestone birthday last week.” Grandpa hands me the glittery package. “He may now be 18, but he will always be my Baby Boy.” Dad tousles my hair again before I swat it away and turn my attention to the gift. I open the small, white box to find an orange-capped syringe nestled in white tissue paper.

I do, I'm 38 and I love it when boys 18-25 pound my hole and breed me. They might not have the best technique, but they are always so horny and full of cum, and they like to experiment. I also love to edge their cocks while I lick their perfect bubble butts 🤤 Some can even be a bit dominant, it's so cute. There aren't that many who are interested of course, and I know I would have more success with older tops, but somehow I'm just really into those skinny youthful bodies and their energy.

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."

Had the house to myself this last week. Spent a couple nights taking any and all loads. Altogether took 17 loads across 4 days. Three wore a condom, one I kept saying just go raw and eventually he took it off. The other two fucked me to completion with them but I took them off after and worked the loads into me. Only two repeats so 15 men used me and the majority I was face down ass up so I didn’t even see them 🤤

I’ll take his load anyway he wishes to give it to me. Love when he pulls out to my lips as he shoots his load then pushes it fount throat with a scull fuck !

keep writing as many parts as you want and you know everyone of us will be here for the wild fucking ride!

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

From a top's perspective.... I want you to concentrate on the guy in your ass. I do love the look of a spit roast--but that guy in your mouth is really just getting his dick wet for his turn in your hole. I also really get off on the rotation of holes--so you can taste your ass on my cock, while the one you just got wet, is now pummeling you. And a note to tops who add their cock to your mouth as I'm fucking: Don't pull the bottom towards you and off my dick. It's not about you...yet. Move closer to us. Get your dick wet and then give him a load for me to fuck in on round two or three.

Vers bottom in durham here looking for fun

Sorry if I sound harsh, but when I read your posts I find it difficult to see if it’s just a fantasy of yours or if it’s just something you are ashamed you like. if it’s a fantasy try it out or just use it as a fantasy, not every fantasy has to come true. if it’s the other talk to someone that can help you accept yourself better.

Nice profile

Dress like a school girl no underwear allowed, lunch time on humpday Wednesday.

PART 2 Jack grabbed a Dopp kit from the coffee table, then opened it to reveal four prepared points. “I made these just in case,” he said with a smirk. He pulled out a tourniquet and started wrapping it around my bicep. “You ready to become a slampig, buddy?” I paused. I didn’t even know I wanted this – not until right that moment. But my dick told me everything I needed to know: it was rock-hard and pulsing. “Yeah,” I finally said. “Yeah. I want this.” “You want what?” “I want you to slam me.” “Atta boy. I love slamming guys for the first time.” With that, he placed a pillow under my arm and ran an alcohol wipe across my most prominent vein. “Nice veins, buddy. It’s gonna be easy to push this T into your bloodstream.” He knelt between my legs, his hard cock pressed against my inner thigh. Then he tapped the syringe to release the air bubbles. “OK, bud,” he said. “Here’s how it’s gonna go. I’m gonna slide this needle into your vein. Then I’m gonna pull back the plunger. If we see blood flow into the rig, that’s good – it means we’re in the vein. I’m gonna slowly push the plunger down until this entire slam is in your bloodstream. Then I’ll release the tourniquet. You’ll want to cover the injection site with the alcohol pad and raise your arm in the air. And just so you know: you’re probably gonna cough, and you might have trouble breathing at first. But just ride the wave, OK? You’re gonna be fine. I’m right here with you.” “OK,” I said. “Let’s do it.” “Yeah? You want this slam, boy?” “Fuck yeah I do.” “Atta boy. I can’t wait to make you a fuckin’ slampig.” He slid the needle into my arm, then pulled the plunger back. The rig turned deep red. “See that, bud? We’re in your fuckin’ vein,” he said – then grinned like a demon. I could feel his dick getting slick against my thigh with a steady stream of precum. “You ready for this?” “Yes please.” “OK. Just tell me if it starts to hurt, OK?” I nodded. Then he steadily pushed the plunger down, sending a combination of meth, water, and blood directly into my bloodstream. I started to feel a catch in my throat as he removed the needle and released the tourniquet. He placed the alcohol pad on my arm and helped me lift my arm in the air. Then it hit me. I coughed violently – three or four times. “Fuck yeah, there’s the cough,” he said. “That means it’s a nice fat hit.” I leaned back and tried to catch my breath as we locked eyes again. “It’s OK, buddy. I’m right here. Just ride the wave.” He started running his hands over my chest, over my stomach, down to my cock. Then he rubbed my taint, causing my entire body to shudder. Jack let out a dark laugh. “Fuck yeah, slampig,” he growled, then leaned down to run his tongue between my balls and my hole. I can’t remember if I spread my own legs or if he spread them for me – but before I knew it, he’d buried his face in my butt. His tongue made its way to my slammed-up hole. He played with my nips, which seemed to be hard-wired directly to my dick and my ass. As he munched away at my butt, I felt dark waves of energy radiating out from my throbbing hole. “Jesus. Fucking. Chriiiiiist,” I moaned. “Thank you. Thank you for giving me that slam.” “Dude – my pleasure. Your hole is fuckin’ quivering. And it’s nice and musky, just the way a pig’s hole should be.” “You gonna slam too?” “Yup, I’ll do it now. I gotta catch up with you, slampig. But can you do me a favor?” “Fuck yeah. Anything.” “Play with your butt while I do my point. I wanna watch you finger your slammed-up hole.” He was already applying the tourniquet. As he slid the needle into his vein, I slid three fingers into my slammed-up hole. “Atta boy,” Jack growled. “Now taste your fingers.” Just like he said: nice and musky – a true pighole lubed up with sweat and spit. As I reached down for another taste, I heard Jack cough, and I saw him raise his arm in the air with a giant smile on his face. “Oh fuck, dude,” he said, his breath heaving as the rush washed over him. “I can’t wait to breed your slammed-up hole.” By that point, I had four fingers buried in my butt. Jack’s dick dripped as he watched me play with my hole. Then he pressed his raw cock against me – so I moved my hand out of the way. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for months,” he said. “I’ve wanted to slam you for months, too. And I cannot wait to flood you with my cum and slampiss.” I pulled my legs back, exposing my slammed-up fuckhole. And then Jack placed the head of his cock against my furry butt and went balls-deep in one long, steady thrust. His eyes rolled back as my entire body quivered. “Dude,” he said, “Your throbbing cunt is milking my dick, slampig. Such a good boy.” He lodged his cock deep while he played with my nips. My ass shuddered, and my hard dick dripped precum all over my furry abs. “I’m not gonna last long,” he moaned, his hips thrusting in and out of my hungry hole. “You want my seed?” “Oh fuck yeah,” I replied. “Fuckin’ breed me.” “You gonna be my boy tonight? You gonna be my slampig?” “Yes sir. I already am.” “Fuck yeah – you already are. Maybe you figured this out, but Connor and I were planning this all along. He left us alone so I could slam you one-on-one. He’s out for the night – probably taking loads at the bathhouse. So tonight’s just you and me, OK?” “Fuck yeah. I love it.” “We could even slam again if you want to.” My dick jumped. “Oh fuck.” “Does that excite you?” “Yes. It really does.” “Yeah, slampig? You hungry for more meth in your veins?” “Yes, sir.” “You ready for this load?” “Oh yes. Breed my slammed-up hole.” “You’re gonna get it, buddy. And you know what?” “What’s that?” “When we do our next hit, I’m gonna administer your slam while my dick’s inside you. ‘Cuz you’re my slampig now.” “Yes. I’m your boy.” “That’s right. I’ll take good care of you. Now fucking take my load, slampig.” And with that, Jack pumped his seed into my hole while I shot a thick load all over my furry stomach. “Fuck, boy,” he said. “Let’s go for slam #2.” I reached down to play with the cum dripping from my cunt. Then he wrapped the tourniquet around my arm and slid that needle into my vein – and I’ve been a filthy slampig ever since. THE END

Just ask for the "deep tissue massage" up front 🙂

You should give it a reread; Dennis (the narrator) is on a site for straight folk and friends. "Sam" is a gender-fluid? name as in SAMantha or SAMuel. Hope that helps.

I had the same thing when I was first diagnosed with HIV - I'd been fucking bareback pretty much every day for years and could only identify a few of the more recent ones by their online name, so I told the ones I remembered but I must have shot toxic loads into dozens, if not hundreds, of different guys.

If a bottom asks me for a condom, I'll always say yes. What they don't know is that I buy my condoms in bulk at Costco at the start of every winter. I keep them inside my BBQ grill in the backyard all winter so they sit in sub-zero weather for months, then move them to my car trunk at the start of every summer so they get roasted in heat for a few more months. And now they're ready, because it's now back-to-school season. Same routine every year. Did I bring any lube? Of course I did. They don't know it's Vaseline though. This little 19-year-old invited me over to his one-bedroom apartment, starting his sophomore year of college, recently heartbroken by his college fling of a boyfriend and now looking to explore with a daddy type since he's so over "boys his age." He had a typical twink frame at 5'7" being toned but not muscular, hairless except for his shaggy dirty blonde hair on top of his pretty face with green eyes, and introverted body language as if he needed to be fostered like a lost puppy. This fag was bound to get into trouble eventually in the wrong hands, it just so happens to be mine. I'm going to throw this bitch around with my 6'1" ex-football player dad bod, but only after I've gained his trust. It's so much more satisfying that way, plus this one seems dumb as shit, best to get into his head now so he knows what he's made for. As I lay in his double bed beside him, spooning his body with mine, I can tell he's melting in front of me. His eyes linger on mine, hungering for affection, and I indulge every little bit of his desires. His moans and purring confirms what I know, he's in heat. I smell his neck gently and slowly before licking it, gliding my tongue towards his earlobes as I take a nibble, simultaneously pinching his pink nipples. I feel his tender body jolt every few moments against my hairy chest, his smooth little butt bucking against my dripping uncut 8" member. His little cock was dripping precum, a short little 4 incher sticking straight out spraying pre every time he spasmed from pleasure, the pre what would become my lube for his pussy. My lips found his and I invaded his sweet teenage mouth, ravishing his untainted taste, getting riled up at the thought of injecting him with my poison. And it will be all his fault when he finds out, because he should've been asking me the right questions, it was just too easy to fool this fag. "Hey baby boy, do you have a condom? I want to make sure we're playing safe..." I whispered gently into his ear. "Sorry daddy, me and my ex always fucked bare because we were monogamous..." the twink asked. Most tops would say no and pressure their fag to take it anyway, not that this one needed any convincing. But the process usually starts with just gently teasing the hole, circular motions, always with just the tip, and then they get so hungry after the head slips in "by accident" that they inevitably just succumb to their needs and takes a raw dicks. Fags are simple minded creatures. But my style is covert, as if I'm an agent on a mission. I want zero perceived culpability. I'm the good daddy that could never hurt you on the outside. On the inside I'm thinking you fucking dumb little shits, a horny bottom's stupidity turns me on so fucking much and they deserve to get knocked up. That's the only real way to learn about sexual education, not that garbage they teach you in high school. "Aww baby, I'm a little nervous now..." I pretended to say. The little twink got worried about being rejected immediately and turned his angelic little face towards mine with worried eyes. "B-but, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" he asked in trembles. "I don't usually do this hookup app thing that often, I know it's more for boys your age like you who wants to play around all the time, I get it you're young and horny nonstop, I just, we have to be cautious especially with people on the internet," I explained. And before he could utter a single retort, I hurriedly asked my next question which I knew would seal the deal. "You promise me you're clean, right?" I asked along with convincingly fearful anticipation. I had to be the level-headed top, the safe one. "Oh my God yes, daddy I promise, I promise I'm clean, I'm a good boy, I've only ever been fucked by my ex, nobody else, I swear on my life I'm clean" he pleaded. "I mean, I guess I can trust you baby, but I mean, I've only known you since tonight... We have to use a condom okay? Thankfully I brought some just in case, call me old-fashioned, but you have to be prepared. Here, I'll even leave an extra one for you, a cute boy like you I'm sure gets a lot of action," I said, with the not-so-subtle subtext that basically reads him like a slut. "No, no, daddy, I won't need it, I mean, unless I'm with you again?" he asked. Desperate little cunt, he is. He's so hungry for my approval he hasn't even asked me my status. "Let's start slow, okay baby? Here, let's just feel close to each other while you wrap my cock up for me, can you do that baby?" I requested as I pecked him with a bunch of mini-kisses to show affection. Without a word the twink grabs the condom wrapper, rips it open and reaches between his legs, past his little cock and starts to unroll the latex on my thick erect pole poking out between his legs. He needs to wrap it so he knows it's there, he feels ownership over his own safety. It'll be his fault if it breaks, because he put it on wrong. With my cock sheathed and prepared, I pinch his little dick with my left hand to grab his pre, he squeals with delight as I rub his tender little boy head, and I proceed to grease my dong with his copious precum. Before I attempt to put pressure on his pussy, he suddenly reaches out to his bedside table and grabs a bottle of poppers. Oh, this is gonna be good. He returns back into position being my little spoon as he starts to huff. I circle my cock head on his sphincter as he huffs, and as soon as the poppers get recapped with the top, I start to sink my cock inside this teen hole. Slowly, firmly, deeply. "Ooohhhhh, m-m-my, GOD!!!!!! Dah-deeeee!" he screams as his pretty eyes bulge out of his eyes, digging his fingers into my thighs as I press against him, bending him slowly forward while nestled in the big spoon of my body. "Shhhh, shhh, it's okay baby boy, it's okay, just let me in, okay? Your hole has a visitor who needs to be let in, and you want to invite him in don't you?" I cooed into his ear. He began thrashing from pain and pleasure but started to steady his breathing before replying. "Y-y-yes, daddy, I'm just, I'm just so FULL, my dick feels like it's going to explode, I've never felt like this before..." he explained in a euphoric state. I knew his prostate was firing off pleasure signals all over his teenage body. He's beginning to feel what he's meant to feel like, finally. He's also squeezing my throbbing cock with his pretty pussy involuntarily as he struggles, and with only my spit as lube that rubber's bound to break any second. Before it does I make my next move. "Maybe some lube will make it fit easier baby, do you have any lube?" "N-n-no daddy, sorry, I've never needed it because my ex's cock was never as huge as yours!" "Damn, alright, no condoms OR lube?" I asked, passively and aggressively suggesting that he's a slut. "Uh-uh I mean, I" he stammered. "Oh wait, I remember, I have some Vaseline that I use for my lips when it gets dry out, that should do the trick, hold on a second," I replied as I withdrew my wrapped cock from his hungry hole. He groaned from feeling empty as I pulled out and got on all fours on the bed as I grabbed my little pot of Vaseline from the pocket in my jacket on the ground beside the bed. I got behind this teenage ass and slapped my sheathed dick on his hole a few times as he enjoyed another hit of his poppers. I passed him the Vaseline pot after taking the lid off. "Wanna lube up daddy's cock for me, baby boy?" "Yes daddy!" And with that he proceeded to stick two fingers into the little pot and smeared the Vaseline all over my cock very excitedly. Since it was only his hands this whole time wrapping me up and lubing me up, he can't blame me if the condom breaks. Which it will once he starts squeezing my cock again with his pussy while the Vaseline breaks down the latex. Fucking dumb neg twink. He positions the head of my wrapped cock to his hole and starts pulling me in. I slowly enter him until his hand leaves my cock, at which point I drive balls deep in one motion. "Ohhhhh-my-GAWD daddy! You're hitting all my spots!" the little bitch said. He took yet another hit of his poppers and started to buck like a bronco against my cock. "Damn boy, you need to slow down or you're going to make me cum!" "FUCK yes daddy, I want to make you feel good! Does my pussy feel good to you, daddy? Do you like that? Am I being a good boy for you?" "Oh fuck yes baby boy, but I want to enjoy this for longer, your pussy is really working my cock, damn!" I slap his right ass cheek, and with that, I knew the rubber was a goner. I'm now rawdogging this slut and I know he's already getting some pre in his guts because I leak like a faucet. I didn't need the Vaseline, it's just assurance for the illusion. But now it's gametime. "Mmmmm, I feel soooo good hearing you say that, daddy, I'm so proud that I can make you feel good!" This teen sub faggot just kept going and didn't let up. This is perfect, I needed him in heat, for his horniness to take over to make him feel all the guilt for what's about to happen. "B-baby, you, you gotta take it easy, daddy's feeling too good! Fuck baby! I love your pussy!" "Mmmmm good because I'm feeling sooooo good right now daddy, I've never felt more full! I just need it more and more!" He was in an absolute frenzy, piledriving his ass onto my rod, he's so bottomed out and gooned out on his prostate pleasure that he's not even listening to me anymore. "Baby I should pull out just to check-" "NO, daddy! Stay inside!" "But I just want to check-" "No daddy your cock is perfect inside me, you can't pull out now this feels SO AMAZING! Don't leave my ass, PLEASE!" He was squeezing my ass extra hard now, but with all the Vaseline and my poison precum sloshed inside his teenage guts the feeling was starting to make me tremble, my poz load boiling inside my balls, imminently boiling over to flood his young guts. "B-baby, if you keep doing that with your ass daddy's gonna... daddy's gonna..." "FUCK ME DADDY! FUCKING BREED ME!" "OH FUCK I'M CUMMINGGGG!!!!!" I slammed into his pretty pussy one last time and I throbbed, hard, for at least 1 full minute. My cock just kept throwing up semen over and over again, I could feel the pulses of my cock reverberate deep inside his ass as he squeezed my cock back in-kind with every volley of cum leaving my body. It wasn't until I finally finished and started to come down from my euphoria that I realized the boy came hands free beneath me. And damn, did that boy shoot lots, and far. It was like a Pollock painting on the bed sheets. We were both raggedly breathing, slowing down as I slumped over his smooth and beautiful twink body. I kissed his neck and nibbled his ear lobes. "Thank you, wow, you are incredible." The twink turned his head backwards with what looked like tears in his eyes. He had a mixture of sadness, relief, but most of all, satiated lust in his eyes. I knew he was thinking about his boyfriend right now, but also of what a good fuck we just gave each other. He began to kiss me, and I returned his kiss with the same tenderness. He breaks for a second to look into my eyes. "That was, the best sex I've ever had in my life. Wow, my ex never fucked me like that. I've only ever cum handsfree from playing with dildos, but never while actually getting fucked. You were my first!" He began kissing me with more tongue and passion this time. This boy is bonding to me. I couldn't have asked for a better way for this to turn out, because it sets up my next maneuver. "Let me just pull out, baby, I'm still inside you," I said with a wink. I stood myself back up on my knees by steading my arms and hands on his ass cheeks. I ever so slowly began to pull out my cock from his hole that seemed to still suck me back in if it could. And this is where I should be nominated for an Oscar. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I screamed. "What's wrong?! What happened?!" the twink squealed as he quickly turned himself to me also on his knees on the bed. There he stared down at my cock with the condom shredded, hanging by a thread of my still slicked pole with his ass juices and my cum. It honestly made my cock jump again and caused another glob of cum to flick onto the twink's little boner. "The condom, it broke! The fucking condom broke! Oh no, oh no, this is horrible, fuck how could this have happened!" I demanded with such remorse and regret. I was actually incredibly turned on at this moment but channeled my passion into my "anger." The twink had to understand that I was upset and would never want this to happen. "Oh fuck, I don't know, how could th-" "I told you! I wanted to pull out to check to see if the condom was still okay, but you begged me to stay inside and squeezed my cock so hard with your ass, it must've made the rubber break from all that pressure, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I should've put the condom on myself to be sure it was on properly, FUCK! I'm so stupid!" I yelled as I put my face into my hands. The boy sounded like he was about to start bawling. Just as I wanted, he has now assumed responsibility blindly for me breeding his neg ass. "I gotta go, I need, I need to go to a clinic or something right now, I'm so freaked out," I suggested to myself. "But you said you were clean, right?" "Of course I'm clean, but I can't be sure that you are! Look, you're real sweet, but I barely know you, I don't know who you've been with or what you do with other guys- "Daddy I promise you're only the second person I've ever been with! I swear I'm clean!" "I know you're saying that, but I'm sorry I don't know you well enough to truly believe that yet. I need to go, I'm so sorry," I explained as I quickly gathered my clothes on. The boy was desperate for words but nothing came out except for some indeterminable noises. He was in crisis mode but his brain couldn't work fast enough to say something to make me calm down or stay. That little innocent idiot. I looked at him one more time once my shoes were on, and gave him a look that must've read that I'm trying to be polite, but most of all worried. I half-smiled at him and bolted for the front door and then the stairs to the ground floor of his apartment. As I started my car on the side of the road just outside his building, I get a notification from the boy. FreshTwinkie13: Daddy, I'm so so sorry, I promise you I'm telling the truth. I'll get tested and show you my results, I swear! I hope this isn't the last time I see you :( I'm not sure whether I'll see this little faggot again. I'll decide later. Whether he tests neg or poz, it doesn't matter really. Either way, it's all his own fault.

Chapter one Don’t cum inside me without a condom! The Stud Starting at the beginning when I first discovered dominating, barebacking, and breeding. For several years I had bad luck with sex, I knew I wasn’t a bttm early but no one could take my large dick. It turns out the size is less of an issue when you remove the rubber. So one night after the bar I was crashing on a friend's couch, a mutual friend crashed on the floor. Part way through the night I was cold so I picked him up and put him on the couch with me to cuddle. I’m pretty sure I didn't even wake him while doing so. I snuggled back and a while later I felt him rub his ass against me. I took it a step further and pulled his underwear down. I didn’t have condoms but I was so fucking horny I decided to tease his ass with my cock. I was surprised when my dick went in with a small shove, it had never been this easy to enter a guy with a condom on. He noticed though. It definitely woke him up. I pumped a few times in and out and he moaned with pleasure. —Side note I’m lucky he’s bi, I had no idea what his orientation was at the time.— This is the first time I was ever able to put my whole cock inside a man and feel his ass stroke me with every thrust. I knew right away condoms were my enemy. I was still fucking him slow, savouring the new feeling and assuming that this was temporary that it could all stop if I wasn’t careful. Then he gave me an idea that hadn’t even crossed my mind. The first and only thing he said to me was a meek whisper “please don’t cum inside me without a condom on”. A switch went off an I went from being afraid he would stop me to being determined to take him. I told him “yes baby” and started pounding him deep and fast and in less than a minute I was shooting a huge load right up his ass and watched his face shoved into the pillow contort with pleasure, fear and confusion. He asked why I came inside him when he told him not to and I pretended that I misheard him, but I didn’t apologise. He said he’s okay with what I did, but not to do it again. Hahaha, I've bred this guy so many times since then, more than he realizes. This night transformed me into a load giver. When I pick a guy to load he gets it deep every time, and I prefer a challenge. The Prey Saturday night and the weather's warming up. I needed to go out and drink. Some guys from my dorm are going out to the gay bar and I figured I’d join them. I’m bi but I haven’t done much with guys yet, it’s too risky. We had a fun night dancing and I had way too much to drink. I didn’t realize that at the time and so agreed to go to an afterparty in a house nearby. The after party turned out to be just a few people chilling out playing video games. Somehow I fell asleep on the floor by the couch and only noticed when someone picked me up and put me on the couch. It felt really nice to be handled this way, and I was pleased to realize he was joining me on the small couch. I felt him press up against my back with his hard cock my ass. --Wait! Why can I feel his skin? Where are my pants?!-- I guess he could tell I liked it anyway. I felt him adjust so his head was at my hole. This is now the farthest I’ve ever gone with a guy. I’ve played with my own ass, but never had anyone this close. I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn’t have a condom so of course we can’t… Suddenly he pushed all the way in. I was shocked, it did hurt but I was still drunk enough to ignore the pain. He doesn’t have a condom on! He starts pumping his cock in and out in long strokes, every time he pulls back i panic about fucking bare, but as soon as he pumps in my brain goes blank with pleasure. I’ve never felt my prostate this much, his cock is warm and so incredibly deep. His thrusts are getting faster and his breathing is getting shorter. I know what this means and I really start to panic and tense up. I had enough wits about me to demand. “Please don’t cum inside without a condom on!” He gripped my torso hard and hissed “yes baby”. --good he heard me.-- Then he sped up more and pounded so hard it really started to hurt. I was about to tell him to stop, I’m not sure that he would have thought, when he thrust deep into me and his cock pulsed. I turned my head around to tell him to pull out! But he just covered my face with his hand and shoved me into the pillow. I couldn’t say anything, I tried to squirm free but I think that just milked his cock more. Finally after what felt like forever the pulsing stopped, he sighed and let me go. Immediately I demanded “Why did you cum in me when I told you not to!”. He smiled, winked and told me he thought I told him to cum inside. I guess that’s possible. I didn’t want to make a scene so I just said “whatever, now you know, don’t do it again.” He just replied with “yes baby”, pulled his shorts on and left. I passed out exhausted, still drunk, and apparently full of cum. Now it’s noon I’m hungover, walking back to my dorm wondering how I let last night happen and his huge load escapes with what I thought was going to be a small fart. People can see it, there’s no way they can’t. This is why they call it the walk of shame.

Pete and I had scored some favors for this weekend, so we packed up our duffle bags and headed for the baths on Friday night. We got there around 9, so we had plenty of time to get our parTy on before the bar crowd started arriving. We had both done a thorough, deep cleanout before leaving home (plus we hadn't eaten for 24 hours!), so we were ready for some heavy duty assplay! We dropped some X and smoked some T, and then started playin' with each other's holes. The "club music" pounding through the halls of the bathhouse, and the occasional sounds of rough sex from the surrounding rooms helped us to get into our favorite sleaze mood! After several rounds of the glass cock, we were definitely in need of some hard cock - and believe it or not, it was already 2 am!!! (Time flies when you're havin' FFun - and high!) We could hear the door buzzer downstairs letting new people in, so we were eagerly anticipating getting our fuckholes filled. I went out to the chalkboard by the 3rd floor bathroom and printed "2 PNPigs - BB Only! #312." Then I went back to our room, where we gave each other a hefty booty bump. We opened the door - and waited. It wasn't long before we had two young, muscle twinks fucking us and shooting thick loads of cum deep in our hungry holes. When they were done, they got up, wrapped their towels around their waists, and left. Next up were two Latino studs with big, thick, uncut cocks. "You guys fuck raw?" one of them asked. "Bareback only!" Pete insisted, as he pushed some of his previous fucker's cum out of his hole. The two guys smiled, came in, and sank their fat pieces of meat in our well-lubed holes. When they were done shooting, Pete and I eagerly cleaned off their tools with our mouths, including the loose foreskin covering the fat heads. (Damn, I love the taste of my ass on a fat cock!) Smoke! Booty bump! Open door! Next were two leather, muscle bears in harnesses, boots, chaps and leather codpieces. They walked in, shut the door, and snapped off their codpieces to reveal perfectly matched, pierced, beercan thick, cocks!!! Pete and I sat up and each took one in our mouths. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the one that Pete was sucking pull out a glass pipe from his leather vest. He heated up the bowl with his torch and took a deep drag of the thick, white smoke. I took my mouth off the fat cock that I was sucking, long enough to say, "Fuck yeah, Daddy!!!" He lit it again and handed it to his younger buddy, who filled his lungs with chemsmoke. Pete pulled on his leather Daddy's balls, while he shoved the fat, pierced meat down his throat. "Fuuuccckkkkk!" the leather stud growled. "On your knees, boy," he ordered. Pete and I both got on our hands and knees, exposing our hungry fuckholes for some serious fucking. The two leather studs took turns fucking our asses and mouths for a good 30 minutes (along with a few more tokes on the glass cock...) The feel of those 00 gauge PAs slidin' across our prostates, and the nice stretch from their thick meat (combined with the X and T!) was fuckin' incredible! They finally shot nice, thick loads in our holes, and continued to fuck their cum deep inside us!!! Then, to our surprise, they both got down and greedily sucked the cum out of our fuckslots!!! When they were satisfied, they stood up and traded cum in a deep, sloppy, bear kiss. While they were stuffing their slimy cocks back into their codpieces, I noticed the older stud eyeing our assortment of XXXLarge dildos. "Looks like you guys are into some serious assplay?" he grinned. "You got that right," I said, lubing up our Ty Fox dildo and easily sliding it in Pete's sloppy hole. "Us, too!" he smiled, bending his buddy over and sliding 3-4 fingers in his hairy, muscle hole. "We're gonna go parTy some more, but we'll be back to get our holes stretched! You guys are FFun!!!" he said while licking his buddy's butt juice off his fingers. Smoke! Booty bump! Open door! "Man, I love playin' with versatile guys like us," Pete said, greasing up our Kris Lord dildo and ramming it in my chemhungry pighole. "Fuck yeah!" I moaned, as I leaned over and chewed on his pierced nipples. The next few loads became a blur, as the parTy favors really kicked in. All we knew was that we needed more and more cock! At some point, we looked up, and there were two "wide receiver-sized" Black studs standing in the doorway. A little goofy from the chems, Pete piped up and said, "Hope you guys have some big, fat cocks, 'cause we sure need to get fucked!" The door closed and the towels dropped to reveal two enormously thick, veiny, pierced cocks. Pete and I grabbed our ankles, pulled them back to our heads, and pushed our battered holes open for our two new fuckers. "Damn! Your message wasn't kiddin' about you bein' a coupla pigs!" one of the guys said, referring to my message on the chalkboard. They wasted no time in sinking their thick, fucktools into our slutty jizzholes. "Damn! I never had my cock slide in so easy!" the one with the pierced nipples said. "You must get fucked a lot." "Every chance I get," I panted, as he ground his monstercock as deep as it would go. "Hey, James - how's that dude's ass?" my fucker casually asked his buddy. "Sweet, man. Most guys scream when I deep dick 'em like this. But this dude just keeps on grinnin'," James said, as he through his entire bodyweight into fucking Pete. "Oh -- Fuck -- Oh -- Fuck -- Oh -- Fuck!" I heard Pete chanting in rhythm with James' deep thrusts. Between their muscular legs, big muscular bodies and huge cocks, these RAMstuds powerfucked our greedy holes into ecstasy!!! When they finally came, it seemed like they were unloading a quart of cum in each of us - and they just kept pumping - and pumping - and pumping! When they finally pulled their cocks out with a loud "ploplplplpllp," my ass felt full and empty at the same time... "Give us a while to recharge, and we'll be back for more!" the guy with the nipple rings grinned, as he wrapped his towel around his muscular waist. "Yeah, that's some of the best ass I've ever fucked!" his buddy winked. When they opened the door to leave, our two leather buddies were standing outside. They stared, open mouthed, as the two hung, black athletes squeezed out into the hallway. "You lucky fuckers!" the younger leather bear smiled. "Everybody in the place has been after those two studs since they walked in." The leather guys walked in and closed the door. "Looks like you guys could use a "pick-me-up," the leather Daddy said, as he loaded a good-sized rock in his glass pipe, and fired it up for us. "Thanks, man," I said after I had inhaled a huge white cloud deep into my lungs. "That was one incredible fuck," I said dreamily, noticing that his goateed face was between my legs, sucking out the cumpilation of loads since we'd last seen them. "Mmmmm-Hmmmmm!" he managed to acknowledge as his tongue dug deep into my spunkhole. His buddy/son/slave was between Pete's legs doing the same. More smoke! More booty bump! Lots of assplay between the four of us. These guys weren't kidding when they said they were into heavy assplay. Pete and I put on the leathers we'd brought with us, partied some more, and then got down to the business of workin' our new buddies' holes. Fortunately, they were as much in to catching as they were pitching. Four hungry pigholes definitely got a workout! And with a little Viagra, I think each of us got a turn at fucking the other three's fuckholes! "Damn, I'm glad you boys like to fuck," leather Daddy said, as Pete drilled him with his chem-assisted hardon. "I get tired of bein' the only top around, and I sure love a big dick in my hole after I've been parTyin'," he grinned. "Hey babe, let 'im have some of your cock for awhile," Pete winked, as I pulled my wet 8 incher outta slaveboi's hungry ass. I have to admit, when I'm fucked up, turned on and full of Viagra, I do have a damn thick cock - with a 00 guage PA!!! "How's this feel, fucker?!?!" I growled, sinking my fat cock into his gaping rosebud. "Fuuuuccckkkkk! Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Fuck my hungry pighole, stud!" he yelled. When I looked over, Pete was on top of slaveboi's stiff cock, ridin' like a buckin' bronco. "Pigs fuckin' rule!!!" he yelled, waving his fist in the air. Eventually, hungry for more cock, we opened the door, and our Black studs were waiting outside for another fuck - only now there were four pigs to service!!! One of them left, but came back in about five minutes with two other, equally hot and thickly hung fuckers! Each of us was rewarded with a mindblowing asspounding, ending with a buttload of thick, hot cummmm! Boy, am I glad I put that message on the chalkboard! It definitely paid off this weekend!!!

She threw me towel and I wiped up the spunk as grandad washed his cock in the sink. The next day I went to the sauna as usual. It was quiet at first so after I stripped naked Bill got me to clean out the shower which smelled of piss and mould. When I'd finished, Bill was in the TV room talking to Arthur. As I came in I heard Arthur saying "...don't know where I picked it up, Bill. Fucked a few dirty arseholes recently. Stings a bit, but that just makes it more fun doan it?" I saw Arthur was naked and wanking his cock. The tip was leaking some pus and the shaft was red and angry. "Oh, it's you Timmy." Said Bill. He beckoned me over and Arthur caught my wrist in his boney hand. "You finished the shower, then?" Arthur pulled me to my knees on the couch and Bill pulled a tube of lube from his shorts. "Yyy,,yes. " I said as Bill rubbed cold lube into my arsehole. Arthur got heavily to his feet and I felt him get behind me. "Good." Said Bill. "I'll have another job afterwards." WIth that I felt Arthur's diseased cock sliding into me. "So have you been to the clinic?" Bill said as Arthur began to fuck me. "Nah.." He said " Can't be bothered. oooff that's good. Hang on, I'm gonna cum." With that, I felt his cock throb and throb and knew he was spurting dirty spunk into me. "Right," said Bill as Arthur's cock slid out of my hole. " That's the doorbell. Looks like you've got some more work to do!"

Once I took my first fist, the deal was done. I had to have more!. I've been taking fists routinely for 10 years now and have easily graduated to double and elbow deep. Switched to taking it raw too and converted 8 years ago. Not going to stop!

Hesitantly, Peter got to his knees and the man waddled over to him. The lad eyed the inflamed, wart covered cock and looked at me imploringly. I just shrugged, aware of my own erection straining in my pants and the man grinned. "Turns you on, does it? Your mate sucking my filthy cock?" As he spoke, he grasped Peter's head and slid his cock into his mouth. Peter gagged and resisted, then shuddered and gave in, grasping the man's hairy balls and sucking his cock. "Nice!" Said the man. "Lick the shaft" Peter did as he was told, and I watched his pink tongue caress the shaft and lick over the warts which clustered like tiny grapes. I took out my cock and began to rub it. The man gestured me over and grasped my erection in his grubby fist and began to wank me. "Dirty bastards!" He chuckled, raising Peter up, turning him round and bending him over. He scratched at the sores on his belly, then stuck a finger into Peter's arsehole. Peter winced as the man's slimey finger ploughed into him. "Oh yeah! Got some spunk up there already haven't you boy?" Peter nodded and I watched as the man pressed the head of his cock into Peter's anus. It slid in easily until the rash on his belly was pressed against Peter's plump bottom. The man gave a sigh of satisfaction. "That's smooth! " He began to slide sensuously in and out until Peter was groaning and pushing back to meet the thrusts of the diseased cock in his rectum. I was so excited and the janitor noticed how hard my cock was. "Got some lube?" He asked. I nodded and dug the tube out of my pocket. "Fuck me, then. "He said. "I love it up my arse when I'm fucking." He bent forward over Peter's back and spread his cheeks. His hole was puffy and slack and there was a nasty sore on his anus. I hesitated, but he took my arm and said " Come on...ooof thats good ...stick it in or I'll have to...ahhh.. report you." To be honest, I didn't need much persuasion. The thought of sliding my cock into that diseased hole was almost too much to bear. I squeezed some lube onto my finger and anointed his hole, smearing it inside and out over the large sore at the entrance. I dropped my trousers and pants and got behind him. For a second I hesitated but he reached back, grasped my cock and rubbed the head over his hole and around the sore. With a gasp I pushed forward, watching his hole open around my cock as it slid deliciously up into his backside until I was crouched over him fucking his arse as he buggered Peter beneath him. It didn't last long. I heard him start to grunt like a pig as he thrust harder into the plump bottom beneath him. "Gonna cum!" He gasped. "Take my dirty spunk!" With that he grunted and shuddered beneath me and I knew he was filling Peter with his sperm. I kept thrusting as he finished and sagged over Peter's back. "Cum up me!" He gasped. I didn't need a second invitation. I thrust right up him and spurted gloriously and hard into his rectum. moving my cock in ecstasy deep inside him....

I went into the toilet and wiped my backside which was dripping with Bill's sperm and the residue of the night before with an old rag on the shelf. Bill told me some of the guys liked to wank with it. Then I grabbed a black bag and went off to empty the bins. I heard voices as I made my way upstairs, so a few guys had come in early. As I approached the TV room, I heard Arthur say "Yeah, he's a right little pig, alright. Nice tight hole to relieve yourself inside. Had him a couple of times" Then another man said. "Great! You're a dirty sod, Arthur! Does he know you're poz, then?" Arthur laughed. " Oh yeah! We've all had him and he knows our spunk is swimming with bugs!" "Well, " he said. "Just what I need. I could do with a fuck and shoot some dirty spunk up his slutty hole!" But I was less concerned about the conversation, and more about the second man's voice. Was it? Could it be? I peered cautiously around the door to see three naked men on the sofa - Arthur and a man I recognised from the flat I had visited. But it was the third man that made my heart skip a beat. Grandad! I had seen him in the pool on holiday before, but never naked. He lay back in the cushions, fat hairy body and balding head, and I saw for the first time the thick, stubby erection in his fist. I quietly moved back and fled downstairs. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" Laughed Bill when he saw my pale face. "What's up?" "I can't work today. I have to go." I said. "Whoa! Not so fast. What's up?" So I told him what I'd seen and he roared with laughter. "So Jim is your grandad, eh? Well well. I guess it runs in the family. He's a dirty old sod, but a nice fat arse. I've seeded it a few times." I was aghast. Not only was my grandfather here, but he was obviously poz if Bill had fucked him. "You're not going anywhere, Timmy. Get back up there and do your job." I looked at him and realised I could walk out. But I really didn't want to. My cock was swelling with excitement and I knew what I had to do. With increasing embarassment I went back up stairs. I paused outside the door. Could I really do this? Then, with a sigh, I walked into the room, avoiding eye contact with the men. "Here he is. Nice arse on it, eh?" Said Arthur, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the sofa. I saw my grandad's shocked face as Arthur pushed me onto my knees, stood up and got behind me. "So, we 'ain't seen you for a while, Jim. What you been up to?" As he spoke, he slid his cock into my dripping hole and sighed happily. Grandad was red-faced and his mouth gaped in surprise. Arthur started to slowly fuck me as he waited for a reply. "Well, er... I've been...busy...you know." His eyes were glued to the cock sliding in and out of me.

I left a couple of hours later, spunk drying on face arse and thighs, and stinking of their sweat and cigarette smoke. I was literally dripping cum into my underpants and didn't want to go home in this state, but the sauna would be closed by now. It was dark, but the night was warm. I decided to head down to the beach and find a place to rest, then I'd call home later and say I'd been to a club. I followed the road down to the beach, crossed the promenade and dropped down onto the pebbles. Behind me was a dark space beneath the promenade where the concrete had eroded. It was quite narrow and low, but I decided it would be a good place to hangout until daylight. As I bent and crawled inside I first smelled body odour, then heard someone give a hacking cough. It was obviously already occupied and by several men by the sound of things. "'ere! watch out mate!" Said a voice, followed by a cough and a spitting sound. "s..s..sorry." I said, starting to back out, " I..i was just looking for a place to rest." At the sound of my young voice, I heard someone chuckle in the dark, and boney fingers grabbed my arm and pulled me into the dark. "well now, " said another voice. "I guess we've always got room for a lad...providing he's friendly like." I was pulled slowly into the small dark space beneath the promenade like a fly in a web. Once inside, it was completely black and I could feel warm bodes and foul breath around me. "Get your panties off, then." Said the rough voice. "Wh..what?" I gasped, but a hand clutched my throat and a voice whispered. " I said, get those panties off. You're gonna get that sweet bum fucked. You didn't think we let you in out of the goodness of our hearts did you?" He squeezed again and I gasped and undid my belt and fly. I pushed trousers and pants down and felt the cool sand against my belly. Above me, I heard footsteps and the sound of council workers emptying bins, but I couldn't make a sound. There was an overpowering smell of unwashed body as a man got on my back. I squealed through the boney fingers as I felt a large, slimey cock slide between the cheeks of my arse, seeking my hole. Suddenly, he found my slit which was still wet with spunk, and he drove down and into my rectum. I gasped as the heavy cock began to thrust and tried not to breathe the stink from his body as he buggered me whilst only feet away I heard the workers laughing and joking. If only they knew I was being knocked up just below them. The man in me growled and bit my ear. "Pig!" He hissed. "Dirty little sow. Love my dirty old cock, don't cha?" I could only groan with pleasure as another man slithered round in the small space. His smelly trousers were open and he forced his cock into my mouth. It was wet and covered with fleshy bumps which I realised must be warts, and the head tasted slightly metallic and I found my tongue touching what felt like a sore on the tip which explained the wetness. I tried to pull away but there was no room and I was pinned to the sand by the man jerking on top of me. I was forced to suck the diseased cock until the man in me jerked and grunted as he spurted probably diseased cum up my arse. "Get off him, then! Let's have a go!" The man got off me, his cock sliding out with a wet farting noise. I tried to crawl out, but strong hands pulled me back. "No you don't! You got to pay the rent!" I heard laughter and realised there were several men in that small space. The man who's cock I had been sucking was waiting for me. He pulled me onto my side as someone pulled my legs up to my chest and then I felt his warty cock slide up me from behind as his hand snaked over my thigh and began to jack my cock. "Who want's a nice fresh cock, then?" He whispered. I heard rustling as clothing was removed, and suddenly a cold, flabby backside pushed backwards into my belly. Between the cold cheeks, the cleft was hot and greasy and I was helpless as the man fucking me squeezed my cock and got it into position. The cold backside pushed back, and suddenly I felt my cock sliding into a delicious, grainy, wet heat as I was deep in a man for the first time. I gasped as the filthy old arsehole moved up and down my cock, my body sandwiched between the tramps, and as the man in me began to cum, I felt my balls tighten and then I came too, shooting my sperm into that filthy hole like a pig, and sobbing with the shame and excitement...

Thanks for your remarks and encouragment guys! Chapter 2. During Here I was in a stranger's basement dungeon room, restrained face down with a butt plug up my ass, eagerly awaiting what would come next. Maybe I should have been scared, but I wasn't. I felt his hands on my back, moving from my shoulders down toward my ass. He would give my ass a good firm squeeze or a sharp little swat each time. "You look really good, boy" "Thank you Sir." "You seem very relaxed and comfortable- that's good for now," he said with that sexy chuckle of his. "I need to get comfortable too," he said. His hands left my body, and it sounded like he was taking off his boots and the rest of his clothes. He was now standing right behind me. I felt the heat of his body, and it seemed I could feel his warm, growing cock brush up against my as and the backs of my thighs. Then I felt himwiggle the butt plug a bit. I moaned. He then started tapping on it, which sent wonderful vibrations in my hole and all through my body. I moaned a bit louder. I felt him pull on the plug slightly, then push it back in. He did this a few times. It felt awesome! He went back to the tapping and laughed softly as he saw me shudder in delight. He pressed his body down on my back and I felt his breath on my ear. "Mmmmmm, you're such a good boy," he whispered in my ear. "What shall we do next, I wonder. Oh yeah, I think I know." I could feel his hot hard cock pressing on the crack of my ass. He rubbed it slowly up and down. "I think I know what you want," he whispered. "I think I know exactly what you want. Do you know what you want? What you want deep inside?" My own cock was as hard as it has ever been, and all I could do was moan again. He stood upright, and my body missed the warmth of his. He pulled at the plug again, but this time he kept pulling and it slowly came out of my hole. I thought he started to push it back in, but it felt different. Then I knew he had replaced it with his cock. "I think this is what you want, boy. But that really doesn't matter, does it?" Just the head of his cock was in. "What really matters is what I want, right boy?" My hole was craving to be filled by his dick, and I tried to push back against him to get more in. But he just held it there. "You want this, boy? You want my cock?" I moaned. "You want my cock, boy? Do you? Tell me you want it." I mumbled a feeble yes in reply. "I couldn't hear you," he said a bit louder and more insistently. "Yes Sir. I want your cock," I said. "Good boy." he pressed his cock just a bit further in. It felt big. It felt hot. It felt wonderful. "A good boy gets the reward he really wants," he said as he pressed even more into my hole. "What a sweet, tight boy-hole," he sighed, as he pressed in all the way. At least it felt like all the way. He kept it there, and leaned down onto my back again. "Open up, let daddy in all the way," he whispered in my ear again. I pushed back against him and opened up my hole as much as I could. I felt him pushing in even more and felt his pubes against my hole and his balls against mine. "That's the way. Good boy," he hissed in my ear. His body against my back, his breath and lips on my ear, his thick cock filling me, it was all making my head spin. He remained pressed against me like that, and started to slowly pull his cock back, and just as slowly push back into me. He pulled back almost all the way out, then back in. His cock must have been eight inches long. He kept up these long slow strokes. This was the most satisfying fucking I had ever received, I felt his hand close to my face. "Here, boy- inhale." I smelled the familiar scent of poppers and took a deep whiff. He held them up to my other nostril and I inhaled again. I felt my hole open ever wider. "That's it, boy. You really do want this, don't you?" "Yes, Sir!" I immediately responded. Again he chuckled. He stood upright and started to fuck me harder and faster. I was pushing back against each thrust. My whole world at that moment revolved around his big hard cock reaming out my hole. I could hear his breathing getting harder as he fucked harder with each thrust. He finally yelled out "Oh fuuuck!" and pushed all the way in and stayed there. "Oh fuck boy! Take it boy!" He yelled. He pulled back halfway and jabbed back in a couple of times. The he pulled out. His breathing was still heavy, but he seemed to recover. I know I was smiling. There was a sudden but soft rap on the door. I was pointed away from it and couldn't see anything. I heard Sir say "I think someone heard us," and he chuckled again as I heard him walk over and open the door. "Good timing guys, I just had my turn," he said to someone I couldn't see. I heard other voices saying "Nice" "Sweet ass" "Awesome" "Who's next?" I couldn't tell how many voices. "What's going on?" I asked. I heard Sir's voice as he came closer to me. "Relax, boy. These are just good friends of mine who came for a little fun. I'll see they treat you right. You won't get anything you don't want." By the time he finished he was in front of me. I could see his chest dripping with sweat and his still mostly hard cock. It was just as big as it had felt in my ass. He crouched down in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. He was looking me in the eyes, still wearing those sunglasses, and smiling reassuringly. He leaned in and kissed me and said to me, "Relax, sweet boy. Just think of this as fulfilling a fantasy you may not have admitted to yourself that you have had for a while." He leaned in very close to my ear and whispered, "I won't let them do anything you don't want. I won't let them hurt you. Well, not any more than I already hurt you, my sweet boy." His words relaxed me again, and I managed to say "OK, I trust you, Sir." "Good boy," he said, and kissed me again. He stood up and went over to his friends. "This is the first one to show I went first." I smelled a sharp odor, a familiar odor, but it wasn't the poppers from before. I then felt something press against my left ass cheek and move down a couple of inches. The I heard a quiet snap and realized he had just made a mark on my ass with a marker. "Each guy leaves a mark when you finish. Make sure you finish." Another voice said, "I'll go next." I felt a pair of hands on my ass as a cock pushed in. Sir had fucked me so well and so deeply that there was no resistance at all. He came and crouched down in front of me again, kissing my lips and ears and neck and stroking my arms and shoulders. He kept this up as the new guy fucked me. After he finished fucking me, he left a mark beside the first one. The it was someone else's turn. I was so blissed out and loving the attention from my Sir that I lost count of how many cocks were inside me, one after the other. It was all a blur then, but later I remember things I had heard them saying: "What a sweet ass this little piggy has!" "Fuck he still feels tight!" "He's the best one yet!" And after the fourth of fifth one was done and he was making his mark, one of them said, "This is permanent, right?" There was laughter. "Fucking right it's permanent," someone else said. My Sir whispered into my ear so only I could hear, "Yes, it's permanent. So you will never forget." And he kissed me long and deep. He didn't untie me from the bench until they had all thanked him and left. I never saw a single one of them. He helped me stand up and held me tight. "You OK?" he asked. I didn't answer. He started rubbing my arms and legs. He put his arm around my shoulder. We found my clothes, and he led me upstairs. " think you need a good hot shower," and he showed me the bathroom. He started the water for me and found me a towel. After I got out, he asked me if I was OK to drive home or if I needed to crash. I said I wanted to drive home. I knew my family would expect to see me in the morning. It was almost the end of my visit with them. He told me the few turns to make to get back to the main drag. I found my way home and crashed and slept like a log. I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but sore in a really good way. I couldn't believe what had happened the night before- a hot dungeon session followed by a hot gang bang. It was something right out of porn! Chapter 3 coming soon...

Chapter V I had to open my mouth very wide to get the head of Steve's cock in my mouth. I could taste his precum and it was a lot of it. I couldn't believe someone had that much and I slowly sucked on his head. His hand on the back of my head didn't push me down but just gently held me there. He was whispering to me and telling me how good that felt. I had no idea what to do really but just kind of sucked and licked his cock head. I was thinking, what the hell am I doing and why and I had no idea but could not seem to stop myself? There was little taste but what there was wasn't too bad and I kind of was getting turned on as he moaned softly. I kept it up for a bit and it must have been a good 5 minutes or more and then I felt his hand on the back of my head gently pushing down and I tried to open my mouth even further to take his huge pole in me. Soon I felt it hit into my throat and I started to gag and he let up on my head and eased out just a bit until I could breathe better and then back in gently. He kept it up and eventually I could tell he was going down into my throat a ways, still not all of his 12" but I would guess that I was taking a good 9" or maybe a little more in. He then started to help me as he started to raise up off of the bed and fucking my mouth. I could hardly believe that he was still producing so much precum but I was beginning to love the taste and his cock in my mouth felt wonderful. As I was sucking him I felt his hands start to pull me around on the bed till he could reach my cock. As he took ahold of me it dawned on me that I was hard as a rock again. Usually took me a lot longer to get up after cumming like I had when he had sucked me. He started to stroke my cock nice and easy and slow as I continued to suck him. He then pushed on me some and the next thing I knew I was on my side and then on my back and his cock was still in my mouth. Steve then all at once pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to wait a minute as he wanted to get something out of his pack. He grabbed it real quick, opened it and reached in and it looked like he got a tube of something out of it. He turned back and was already squeezing some of it onto his cock and told me I was going to love this. I asked what that was and he told me it was flavored lube. I had heard of that but never tried any and as he got it rubbed all over his cock he climbed on top of me and leaned over to put some on my cock also. As he did that I for once was not looking at his cock and he was sitting on his ass so I was looking at his back and noticed he had a tramp stamp tat, but only got a glimpse of it as he again raised up and lowered his cock towards my mouth. The tat had seemed to be some sort of almost circular figure but kind of openings around it too, just too quick for me to see it good. As his cock came down I opened my mouth and guided it in myself this time and started to suck him again. He was right, too, as the flavor turned out to be one of my favorite things, Strawberry. I really went to town sucking then and felt his mouth envelope my cock too. I was almost in heaven with the feelings and the flavors and I thought this is great, crazy but great. As we were both sucking, every once in a while he would stop and lift up and reach down and rub a little more of the lube on his cock for me and then would dribble it on my cock and I could feel it running down my cock and balls and into the crac of my ass. About the fourth time he did that I felt his hands on my ass and they were massaging my cheeks again and then one hand ran up and down the crack and around in a circle of my hole again. The tickle about drove me wild again. All at once he went deep on my cock with his mouth and as he did I felt a finger push against my hole and with all the lube it started to enter and I lifted right up off of the bed and was moaning around his cock at the pleasure. I then felt his finger come back out and he grabbed my legs with both hands and raised them way up as far as he could and then I felt his mouth come off of my cock and his tongue licked down the underside of it and then he was licking and sucking my balls for a little bit. Steve then went down lower and all at once I felt his tongue licking around my hole and again the feeling made me lift right off of the bed. He kept licking around my hole for a bit and then I felt him dribble more lube on my hole and his tongue was on my hole and pushing to get in. I about went crazy from it and lifted my ass trying to get more and more and I could feel his tongue enter a little bit. He kept that up for a while driving me wilder and wilder and then I felt his hand again come there also. As he kept licking my hole I felt his finger there again and this time it slipped right in. He kept licking and then I felt more lube being applied and his finger going in slow circles as he seemed to be trying to make my hole open more or something. Pretty soon if felt like another finger was in me too and the feelings were getting more and more intense. I was loving this and wanted to keep on going. His cock was magnificent in my mouth and I sucked him as good as I could. Soon it felt like he had more than two fingers in me and he was hitting something in my hole again that was driving me even more wild than before and then he quit licking me and looked over his shoulder at me and asked how I liked that, I stopped sucking him long enough to mumble around his cock that it felt great and he told me he now had all 4 of his fingers in my hole and my eyes had to pop out of my head almost when he said that. I didn't know a hole could open that far before and let his cock out of my mouth long enough to tell him that. He kind of laughed and said it could take more than that. WIthout taking his fingers out he then turned around on the bed and was between my legs then facing me and started to suck me more as he pushed my legs even higher up raising my ass off of the bed completely and I craned my neck to see . He was looking me right in the eyes and smiling around my cock in his mouth. He then let loose and keeping his fingers in my hole and turning and twisting them and driving them in and out too and sometimes I could feel his fingernails scrape some but it was so much pleasure they didn't matter. Steve then leaned more and started to kiss my cock and then up across my stomach and then to my chest, licking and sucking and kissing. As he got to my chest he detoured a little and sucked on a nipple and then across to the other one, never taking his eyes off of mine while doing it. Up he came until his head was right above mine and he was smiling and looking me right in the eyes and I felt his huge cock against my ass and next to his fingers still in my hole. He then asked me if I wanted the best thing yet or not. I could not think of a thing better than what I was feeling right then and I told him I was ready if he could do something that was better but couldn't think of anything better. He really grinned then and all at once he pulled his fingers out of my ass and I felt the huge head of his cock push in. I almost jumped out of my skin. I asked him what the hell are you doing and he told me he was doing just what he had said and I should take it and enjoy. I was pretty much upside down almost and pinned down and could really not do much anyway. I was wondering again what the hell am I doing? He held still for a bit letting my hole get used to the head of his cock in me and then started to push forward and I could feel his cock entering me little by little. I told him it was hurting some and he said that it would go away soon. He kept up the pressure and then lifted his body up some and I looked down to see that at least 3/4ths of his cock was in me now. I was shocked and had no idea I could take that much in me. His cock was so big I could feel it entering and it was hitting that spot continually now that his fingers had been hitting and the pleasure was starting to kick in again. I was squirming now and he told me he knew I would love that and started to pull back and then in again slow and easy rubbing my spot in and out and my own cock was tingling and nobody touching it. He kept up the slow rhythm for a while and then started to get a little faster and harder and soon he raised up again and as I looked down there I could see as well as feel his entire 12" of cock were entering me and I could feel his balls slap my ass on the instroke. He had been right, the pleasure was now far more than it had been before. I was now moaning and almost begging for more. As he quickened his pace some more he began to talk to me. He was telling me how great my nolonger virgin ass felt. It gripped him tight and he love the feeling and it was making him want to pound my hole faster and harder. He was also saying things I had no idea of like, going to seed your hole, going to mix our DNA, going to pour my babie in you and they will grow more in you, you are joining the club now, going to poz that hole good. I had no idea what he was talking about but it felt so good I didn't want to ever stop. He pounded my hole and got faster and harder and I don't know how but seemed to get deeper too. It felt better than anything I had ever felt before and I hoped it would go on forever. After what had to be a good half hour he really got to pounding my hole even harder and looked me in the eye again and asked me if I was ready for his cum in me as he was ready to cum and he told me when he did I would love it too. I told him to fill me up if it feels so good. He then rammed me and almost doubled me up with about a dozen more really hard thrusts and then groaned and told me here it is, take my poz cum. His cock was so big and buried so deep in my hole I felt every vibration of it and then felt the heat of his cum as it entered me and he kept cumming and cumming and grinding into me. After what seemed like several minutes he finally quit cumming and collapsed on me. His cock seemed to stay up quite a bit and then I noticed that my own cock had cum also and I hadn't touched it and his orgasm had pretty much overcome mine so I just now felt how good my own cock felt too. Steve's cock finally went down enough to fall out of my hole and he held me tight and kissed my neck and kind of rolled off of me. He was whispering to me how good that had been and hoped his seed took. Had no idea what he was talking about but I was too wrapped up in the afterglow of great sex to think about it. He kind of rolled onto his stomach then and laid there with his head turned to me looking at me and smiling. I returned the look and smile also. I then told him I had to get up and go pee. He just told me to hurry back. I went to the bathroom and as I started to pee, I could feel something running down my legs. I reached between my legs and got some of it on my fingers and then looked to see it. It appeared to be his cum running out of my ass, and a lot of it, and then I looked closer as there was definitely streaks of red in it. I thought to myself what the hell did his huge cock tear me open somehow. I got done and went back to him and asked him to take a look at my ass. He asked what was wrong and I told him it looked like some blood leaking out of my hole. He looked and said it looked like blood to him but not to worry. I asked why and he said he probably scratched me with his fingernails but that was what he had wanted to do. I asked what the hell for and he told me it made it better for his babies to get into my system. I told him I didn't understand that at all and then he said to look at his back. I then got a good look at his tat and noticed it did look like something I had seen before but couldn't place it. I told him it was a nice tat but so what. He then told me that was a biohazard tat and he was positive. I then told him oh ok now I remember and I am positive that is what it is too. He laughed and told me he knew what it was, but what he meant was that he is positive, HIV positive. My mouth dropped open and had to have hit the floor. I stammered, what the hell have you done to me? He then told me he has scratched me inside on purpose and had fucked me as hard as he could to make sure of more possible tears inside of me so the virus would be sure to get into my blood fast. I could only sit and stare and wonder again, what the hell was I doing? Just a few short hours ago I had been totally straight, married and never fooled around and then had picked up a hitchhiker and now had had gay sex with him and then found out he was hiv positive and he had cut me up inside my ass and it was most likely in my blood already. It dawned on me that he was talking again and telling me how hot I had been and didn't I love the feelings? Wasn't it the best sex I had ever had? As he was talking I also noticed he was stroking his huge cock and it was almost all the way up again. I found I could not take my eyes off of it as it grew to its full length and hardness again. I could only think omg it is magnificent and reached for it again. Before the night was done he had fucked me three more times and had cum in me 4 times more and I had loved every minute of it. I was to be there for two weeks of work and invited him to stay the whole time before taking off to hitchhike again.