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My older brother dealt drugs when we were teenagers and he made me smoke pot with him a couple times but I didn’t like it. After I came out when I was 16 in 1979, I dated guys monogamously and never did drugs. One time when I went with a friend to Austin for a lake party, someone slipped a molly into my sandwich. It freaked me out, not knowing what had happened and I didn’t like it. Anything that was speedy, even caffeine trigger my anxiety, and that sure did it. After that I specifically avoided doing anything and rarely drank. Many years later when my husband of 20 years and I visited Palm Springs for the second time, we rented a house and made plans to hang out with guys we found on apps. We had been open for about ten years and it worked for us. We didn’t hook up much with other people where we lived for discretion. We were both executives in visible positions and needed to be discreet. But when we were out of town it was easier. My husband is an ex-model, very hung and had no problem finding willing younger guys (his type) to fuck. I liked all kinds of guys and had become pretty adventurous with sex, exploring a lot of kinks over the years. I found a really sexy, tall all-American looking guy in his 40s on an app. He had a humongous dick, which was my kryptonite, seemed kinky, and kind of nasty. He was interested in hanging out and was free that night. He said he had a friend who was on his way from San Francisco and would be in town within the hours. He sent me pics of the guy. His friend was in his 30’s, shorter than his friend and also really handsome, in that swarthy Italian way. Oh, and he also had a huge cock, almost as big as his tall friend. I got the impression they liked tag teaming bottoms and I’d trained my hole to be flexible and strong, so I could take big cocks and even a fist a couple times, and still be able to get tight pretty quickly afterwards. But, it had been awhile since I’d been fucked because work was crazy busy during COVID, so I would have to really get warmed up to take either of these guys. We met at CCBC where I had rented a room. The tall guy was there in the lobby when I arrived and introduced himself as “Rob” (not his real name). We got settled into the room when the shorter Italian guy arrived, and introduced himself as “Gino” (also not his real name). Gino and I sort of hit it off right away. He made a couple trips to the four to bring in four suitcases. Rob explained that Gino was a dealer and was moving to Palm Springs and was setting up shop as soon as he moved into his rental house. Gino opened up the suitcases. While I couldn’t see everything from my chair across the room, I could see they were full of pill bottles, plastic baggies, many different colors of pills and powders, along with pipes, bongs and other stuff I couldn’t see very clearly. Gino asked me if I partied and I said I didn’t but told them I had brought a joint and didn’t mind if they did. I’d heard how addictive, dangerous and intense meth was and that never appealed to me, especially because it was speedy. In fact it scared the hell out of me. I had a really great life and I didn’t want to do anything to mess that up. However, something surprised me in that moment he asked me. I got scared about the idea and weirdly it also turned me on. I kind of laughed to myself because it seemed I’d found another kink I didn’t want to actually engage in, but fantasize about, like pozzing. They started smoking from a bong and blowing big clouds. The clouds seemed really seductive to me. Gino asked me if I wanted to try a hit. I paused for just a couple seconds, feeling my cock get raging hard. I told him no. He raised an eyebrow like he didn’t believe me. I think he’d noticed my hesitation and curiosity. So he said, “How about this?” He took a big hit and then came over to about a foot from me and started blowing it towards my face. I wasn’t expecting it but for some reason my reflexive reaction was to breathe some in. I quickly exhaled, worried what might happen. Gino smiled a little and the two guys took some more hits. I was feeling my favorite sex pot and laid down on the bed. Gino came over next to me on the bed, took a huge hit and leaned over me, holding it and raising his eyebrows. My cock instantly got even harder, I think because of the risk and danger. I’d learned that risk and a little danger was a turn-on for me when being blindfolded at my first dungeon party a couple months ago. I just looked into his eyes and he must have taken that as a green light because he leaned down and blew the big hit into my mouth. I only breathed in a little but just the idea of someone getting me high on something dangerous without my explicit consent made almost cum. We talked for quite a while and I found that I really liked both of them, especially Gino. He was surprisingly down to earth and friendly, easy to talk to. He seemed surprisingly trustworthy for a dealer. Rob definitely did not seem trustworthy, but something about his shadiness was sexy. I’d taken another hit off the indica joint and was feeling good. We all made out for awhile, and it was hot. They paused, got up and shot up their dicks with what they called trimix. The guy with the monster dick said he had to have an extra strong formula to get his big beautiful cock hard after partying. Watching them inject their dicks was unexpectedly crazy hot. I laughed at myself, at how much I’d changed since my sort of puritan 20’s and 30’s. As they shot their dicks up, I began to feel the meth I’d inhaled. It was speedy, but nice, very euphoric and it made me even hornier. I began to want to be fucked pretty bad. After the trimix, they said they were going to slam. I didn’t know what that meant but when they started filling two syringes I figured it out. I noticed I started precumming watching them, and I think they noticed it too. As I watched and wondered what it would be like, I realized how dark my kinks had gotten. It was kind of scary, and alluring too. I could see it hit them and how much they enjoyed it, but it still scared the hell out of me. After they slammed we really started making out hardcore. Rob started playing with my hole and said, “Gino, you’ve got to check out his hole. It is magnificent.” Gino moved around to between my legs and said, “fuuuuuuck” and started eating me out. Rob gave me his dick to suck. While I was doing that, Rob leaned over to Gino and whispered something. Gino shook his head while his tongue was deep in me. I asked what they were talking about because this was a pretty risky situation. Gino took his mouth off of my hole and said, “Rob thought we should stealth booty bump you, you know, but some Tina up your hole and get you higher. I told him no, that wasn’t cool.” My reaction to hearing this was gratitude for Gino protecting me, and getting really turned on my Rob's sleazy underhandedness and desire to corrupt me. I just said, “fuuuuuck” and closed my eyes. Gino began to fuck me as I was sucking Rob’s enormous head. I couldn't’ get it in any further. My hole was amazingly loose and took Gino’s big rod pretty easily. He kept saying how much he loved my hole, and then came in me hard. I could feel it - it was a lot. He kept fucking me, like fucking the cum into my hole with a little half smile. Then Rob moved around and turned me over on my knees and fucked the living hell out of me. I couldn’t believe I could take his whole cock. Gino was kissing me and sliding fingers in beside Rob’s cock, stretching me beyond even when I had been fisted. Rob also came hard and shoved in me deeper than I’d had any cock, hand or toy, and he just held it there while he came. He started at me, watching my eyes. After a couple minutes, I could feel it. There was meth in their cum. I could feel the euphoric speed hitting me. “Oh jeezus!” I said. “You guys did stealth me after all, with your cum!” Gino said that it wasn’t much and assured me I’d be fine. With hardly a poz, Gino slid underneath me and then began to slide in, with Rob still inside. “Oh shit. Oh shit. I don’t think I can take it.” I said. Gino told me to just breathe and I’d be fine. Suprisingly, it hurt and stretched hard for a few minutes but after that I just felt amazingly full and tight and fantastic. Then both they started fucking me, moving in and out with different cadences and depth. I started to scream in complete ecstacy, and then came. They kept fucking me until they both came again. After that I was spent, and just turned over on my back. I was really spinning now, part pot, part meth, part dopamine from the sensation of being double fucked, but I felt great. We chatted for a bit and then they slammed again and took another couple hits. Gino blew another hit in my face. I definitely didn’t need it. The cum was doing the trick. But I wasn’t too high. Several concerns registered in my mind: the first was, I liked it and I was thinking about when I would do it again. The second was, how high I was still going to get, and lastly, how long would I be high? Would I need to stay overnight? Would my husband be able to tell when I got home? I texted my husband that I was having a great time, we were hanging out with some guys at CCBC and not to wait up. After I put my phone down, Gino pulled my knees up and pulled my ass to his cock, which was still hard. He slid in me and said, “What do you want?” “Are you poz?” I asked, registering this was my other dangerous fantasy. “No, but Rob is and he’s not on meds. Are you on PreP?” He asked. I realized I had forgotten my prep at home and had not taken it in two days, which wasn’t a big deal. Gino said I’d be fine. Gino shoved his beautiful, big uncut cock inside me and began fucking me slowly, all the way in and all the way out. Then he shoved it deep inside, leaned over me and said, “Clench your hole on my cock.” I couldn’’t figure out why but I did it. He held still, his big hard cock all the way inside me. I suddenly began to feel fuller, like his cock was expanding. He smiled and said, “You’ve never been piss fucked before, have you.?” “Oh fucking hell!” I replied It was the hottest thing I’d never heard about. After he finished filling me far beyond any capacity I’d previously reached, he started fucking me. He told me to stay clenched as he fucked me slowly, and I did. My daily Kegel exercises were paying off. He fucked me for a few minutes then pulled out slowly and told me to hold it in. He raised my knees and then ass up so that my hole was like a piss chalice and it would stay in. “How does that feel?” He asked with a grin. “It is blowing my mind.” I replied, ”Hold it in for five minutes.” He said, giving me a knowing look. And then it hit me, their piss had probably more meth in it than their cum. A lot more. They had slammed twice and smoked a lot. Then I started feeling the big wave of high hit me hard. It was amazing, not at all like I expected. Both of the guys were getting off on doing this to me and we all kissed together as I held it inside me. The high kept getting bigger and bigger. Gino told me to go to the bathroom and let it out. When I got back to the bed, Rob said, “My turn.” Rob’s piss fucking me was even wilder; his bigger cock, and much more piss did a lot more damage to my hole and really ratchet up my high. After I let it out, I was really spinning but feeling great. We messed around some more, made out and the double fucked me again for a bit. Then Rob jumped up and said with a big surprised grin. “Come with me. Grab a towel and follow me.”

Context: POV of my experience breeding a cumdump in London. I had been eyeing his profile for a few weeks now, but had been too nervous to message him. After getting off to cumdump porn on twitter for a while, I worked up my courage to get the real experience. The beating of my heart drowned out the noise of the busy road outside his apartment building, as I waited to be let in. It was my first time doing something like this and I didn’t even know the guy’s name; all I had to go on was a single image taken of him on all fours: showing off a muscular back, leading down to his small waist, and finally a bubble jockstrapped ass. In his profile description, there was just one word - ‘Cumdump’. The buzzer sounded and I was let in. Irrationally, it felt as if the man in reception knew what I was there for and my face was heated. I walked quickly through the corridor to the elevator, whilst masking my anxiety with nonchalance. After reaching his floor, I again read over his instructions to find his flat - my cock was rock hard at this point. My breath paused briefly when I saw his door ajar… this was really about to happen. It was dark inside, with faint music playing. It smelled of sex. I found him on all fours in red lighting, in nothing but a jockstrap exactly like in his pictures. The sight of a muscular man, face down ass up, waiting to be fucked will forever be engraved in my mind. I got on my knees and gave his round globes a feel, taking my time to appreciate every inch and occasionally spreading his hole. With the tip of my right thumb I circled his wet hole teasingly before doing the same with my tongue. I then laid it flat on his hole - it tasted a mix of berry-flavored lube and cum - lapping at that soft, silky goodness. The next few minutes were spent alternating between tonguing his hole deep in and out and drawing letters, shapes, and symbols, I honestly couldn’t get enough. But I came for something else. The thing that had kept my cock straining against my jeans for the entirety of London to see on the journey to his place. My balls were churning like crazy - I needed to breed him. Pushing my cock into his pre-loaded hole was so easy since there was little resistance. The feeling of warmth and wetness was unmatched to any other guy I had fucked before and I knew I would become addicted to it. I slid my cock in and out with long-strokes, slow and deep, really just stretching him out as much as I could. That was my standard tempo, speeding up to a faster fucking every now and then; he would get especially verbal at the peak of fucking, begging for my load. I kept at this for about 45 minutes, with some small breaks in between. Fucking him in missionary was amazing - he wound his thick muscular legs around me as if to get my cock as deep as possible into his slutty hole. All the while his baseball cap stayed on, obscuring his anonymity. He was just a cumdump, a hole to be used and bred by the men of the city. I heard his door open as someone else came in. Initially I panicked, but he reassured me it was another cruiser coming to dump his load - my time was up. He laid flat on the ground, with me on top of him. The feel of his sweaty muscular back against my chest as I fucked him deep was glorious. In this position, his hole felt tighter than before, he was stimulating my cock so well. I sped up faster and faster until he was begging for my load in front of the new guest, who had already dropped his pants and began stroking his cock. Finally I came, shoving my cock as deep as possible inside him. With full control over his slutty hole, he did this thing where he clenched his cheeks to squeeze my dick, milking the cum from my dick. After a minute of my cock being jerked off by his ass, I slid out and saw his hole gape with my cum. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I gave him a soft slap on his ass and said thank you, putting my jeans back on. He mumbled something unintelligible in response, probably because the other breeder had already started fucking him. I left with a smile on my face.

Hello to everybody, as I was telling you some months ago, I developed the desire to be a cumdump, after moving to NYC. I have managed to find a Master who is training me into turning myself into a toy for tops, and this really makes me always crazy horny. I have found to be a very resilient power bottom also. I cannot describe you how much I love the smell, the feeling of that sloshing, and of that cock pumping a big loads inside of you. So far my loads count since February 2023 is 198 loads. Master wanted me to have a slow progression at the beginning to test and train me with smaller and controlled sessions. Now I'm officially ready and Master will create a yearly goal to keep improving myself. I wanna get used as much as possible I will never refuse a load. Master agreed to my request, to make this social, so he will set as goal the most common (values) suggested in this topic. So given the fact that I am at 198, we still have 3 months and that now I'll finally start to get used without any limitation; what do you think has to be the 2023 and 2024 goals for this 21yo cumdump?

CHAPTER 7 EV I was high and barely aware really of my surroundings, but my body was overwhelmed. Sensations everywhere. The toy in my very stuffed ass was vibrating madly. I was smothered by someone’s ass, very musky ass, and being made to lick it clean, whatever that meant. And my cock was my fire as it felt like someone was shoving a red hot poker down it. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the word “sounding” floated to me. I grasped for it but couldn’t hold on. A pain flared in my cock as I felt something even larger sliding down me, stretching that virgin hole even wider. I grunted, and suddenly the vibrations in my ass jumped up even more intense. I couldn’t think; I couldn’t breathe. I was in so much pain at the moment because nothing was feeling good right now. I felt myself getting lightheaded and thought “maybe I’ll pass out and it’ll all go away.” I felt another set of hands on me, grabbing my nipples. Twisting and pinching them. I felt them stiffen with the attention and then sharp pain. A biting sharp pain clamped onto one. I started to struggle and felt a very firm pair of hands against my chest. “Stay still faggot, or this’ll get worse!” No clue which one said it, but I obeyed, and felt the same sharp clamp in my other nipple. I whimpered and fought to control my body. “Fuck yeah! Look at that men!” “Like some WaHo hashbrowns…scatted, smothered, and STUFFED!” Raucous laughter sounded around me. From above me, “their tongue is magic….getting my hole slick and clean. I could sit like this for hours!” “You’ll get your chance for hours, later, Horse. There’s so much more I want to do before that.” Intense pain flared through my nipples as they were tugged on. Whatever had ahold of them wasn’t letting go, and the pain of the biting clamps and the stretch of the skin was more than I’d ever felt before. I realized I was whining, all the while I focused on eating this man’s ass like my life depended on it. Actually, it could. I wasn’t sure yet. My nipples were screaming in pain and then it eased. The stretch again and then it eased. Stretched and ease…over and over, barely enough time for me to register that the pulling had eased off. My ass was vibrating all through this and, against what I thought was imaginable, the vibrations when up in intensity another notch. I felt something slide out of my cock and felt rough hands caressing my balls. I felt them gripped and massaged…rolled around in their hand. Finally something felt good. And then it didn’t. Pressure on my balls crept higher. They were being squeezed and it went beyond feeling good to uncomfortable….beyond uncomfortable to downright painful….and then, a sharp squeeze that send intense pain up my stomach and a hard jerk on my nipples as I felt the clamps give way and my world went white. NEEDLES I saw the moment it happened, everything in this kids body went haywire like they’d just been shocked. I pulled the massage gun back, I was worried they’d blacked out on us. Bull was brutalizing squeezing and massaging their nuts with a viscous grin on his face. Ben yanked the alligator clips off the nipples, and I swear I didn’t know those would rip off like that. But I saw blood on the chest and figured, that was what happened when they did. I saw Horse’s face and the look of bliss as he grinded his ass down on their mouth. “They still licking?” I asked. If they were, then they were still conscious. “Fuck yeah it is! Actually going at it like they’re starved”. Hmmm…I looked again at the scene before me. This wasn’t unconsciousness I was seeing. This was a body that had just crossed into that disassociated state I knew of. “Bull, squeeze ‘em super hard again….make it hurt like a motherfucker again.” “Gladly!”. I saw the muscles in Bull’s forearms flex and ripple. I reached down and grabbed the base of the plug. I jiggled it and got a good grip and started tugging it back some. Then I heard I most beautiful sound…a plaintive moan from under Horse’s ass, I knew I was right. “Harder Bull. The kid’s hit subspace and is flying!” Our Hole was moaning from under Horse…their hips started to writhe and I saw Bull squeeze more and felt our tight little cunt let go of the plug. It slipped out and we all heard the most beautiful noises. And I was rock hard and ready to play. I started fucking their sloppy cunt with the huge plug, watching and hearing our Hole’s painful ecstasy. They pushed down on it, no matter how much doing so increased the painful pressure Bull had on their nuts. He was rolling them and squeezing like he was trying to crush walnuts, and looking like he was as happy as he could ever get. “Axel…do me a favor and bring my bag over. Our plaything is where I want him for now.” Ben was still torturing those bloody nipples and I was ready for my turn. “Take over for me here, Axel”. And he did…got between those limp legs that Horse held up. I grabbed the alcohol and a few tools. I sat next to Ben and he scooted to the side. I took the swabs and wiped the blood from the nipples and took a clamp and gripped it good. I increased the pressure more than I needed, because I wanted to. I took a needle and in one motion pierced through the nipple. The sound from our Claim was like music to my ears. I clamped the far nipple and not gently pushed a needle through that one. I got Horse’s attention and got him to move back and sit on their arms so they were trapped underneath Horse’s weight. I leaned over and looked in those beautiful eyes. “Ben, how do they look to you? I see a Hole in the rapture of subspace, but wanted to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.” Everyone else kind of leaned forward and Horse lifted up their head. A round of “sure does” and “looks like it me” sounded around me. “If their cunt is any indication, they can’t seem to get enough right now”. And Axel went back to the sloppiest fucking toy play I think I’d heard. I leaned over and kissed those sweet lips. I could taste Horse’s ass, but didn’t care. I looked into unfocused eyes, “baby you’re gonna bleed so sweetly for me, eventually, but for now, just lie here and let me decorate you.” “Gentlemen, if I may……Horse, keep their arms pinned….and Axel, plug that hole and hold the spreader bar down.” Everyone give me a bit more space and this sweet little offering was stretched out before me. Two of my needles already had homes in their nipples, but I wasn’t finished. I capped each of the needles in their nipples with small corks, and got more out of my bag. I carefully held the already pierced nipples and slipped another one, this one going up and down, through it. This time I let the piercing push slowly. I wanted our claim to feel the needle slipping through. And I could see it. I knew exactly what sensations were happening to our abused little Hole. But the sounds of pain and pleasure were so obvious that I knew this was erotic to them as it was to me. I corked this needle and prepared another. Another slow piercing in the other nipple and it was done. Our sweet little cunt had my version of a holy cross in each nipple, and I was smiling like a kid on his birthday. I pulled the soft little cock flat against their chest. My mind wandered as it massaged it, seeing if it would respond at all. I’d long ago figured that T showed the world who was a MAN and who was hole. Real men would get rock hard with Lady T and want to ruin any hole they could find. Holes, on the other hand, went so limp and soft and nothing would get an erection out of them except Viagra or sobriety. And as I suspected, we had us a natural Hole on our hand. No matter how sweetly I played, our little claim wasn’t going to get hard. They knew they were made for men like us, and I was more than pleased with it. Getting Bull to help, I pulled their soft cock taut, and pinched some skin on the top….and slid in another needle. Once….twice….three times…..and that was all I could fit on this soft cock. No more until I was ready to do more permanent ones. I stood back to admire my work, and smiled. I saw Ben stepping back over to us. He wrapped a cable to the spreader bar and pulled it tight, letting Axel get up and stop holding. He cuffed our kid’s wrists and did the same thing there so Horse could get up. Then Ben fitted a gag in their mouth and screwed in a funnel. I could tell by the look on Horse’s face he was confused. I thought I’d help out, “It’s so we can piss in it and they have no choice but to drink it.” Ben pulled out the plug from their ass and replaced it with an inflatable one. He started pumping it up and I reached over the funnel I knew was getting attached to that. I handed it to Ben and he screwed it into the now inflated plug. “Guys, let’s give our kid a break again and let him float and enjoy their gift from Needles. Let’s get some more beer down here.” As they began to step away, I picked up the nearby poppers and held it under their nose a few times, keeping them off-kilter. “Such a beautiful thing wearing my jewelry. Just wait until you’re wearing my brands and scars.” With that I gave a very wicked slap on their well-abused balls and walked over to get a beer.

Another Real Experience (x 2!) - the Porn Star and the Trucker I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid this evening and it brought back two very hot (and very different) experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. For those who never saw any of Scott O’Hara’s movies (”Hung and Horny”, “Stick Shift”, “The Other Side of Aspen 2″ and especially “Head Over Heels”) he was a blond cross between an All American Boy type and a Midwestern Farm Boy in looks during the height of his career, was given the label “Biggest Dick in San Francisco” for his very large (and gorgeous) endowment, and his ability to blow himself… which he did frequently in films. He was born a year before me in 1961 and died from AIDS related complications in 1998. I knew him in the 1990s when no studio would hire him anymore because of his status, and he had reinvented himself as an author, publisher and activist - he was also by this time sporting a skin-head ACTUP queer look and was the first person I knew to have any tatoo related to his illness applied to his body. I even wound up writing a number of articles for his magazine “STEAM” which was an unapologetic paen to cruising, recreational and anonymous sex at a time when saying such things aloud invited VERY public scorn and condemnation. I was introduced to him by the photographer I was frequently doing nude shoots for (see the black & whites I posted of myself some months back). Though now in my thirties, I still sported a short blond somewhat military cut (suitable for playing parts like Lt. Cable in “South Pacific”) and just like it used to happen to the hot stud I was about to meet, my clean cut look made many of the pigs “in the scene” underestimate my kink/pig side. Hell, I’d been going to NYC’s leather bars since I was 18! But if you didn’t know me… Anyway, sure enough, the first of the photographer’s parties he invited me to I met with that reaction until the guests learned better… including Mr. O”Hara. I had to go over some details for an upcoming shoot with the host that slowed down my stripping compared to the other guys - there was now a room full of (remember the time period, mid-90s) lean, vascular, shaved guys with either buzz cuts or shaved head and lots of piercings, while a guy (me) who looked like an Army Captain or Police Sergeant was still mostly dressed. I thought the guy who was introduced to me as “Scott” was the hottest of a room full of hotness, and then he turned and I saw the “HIV+” tattoo and growled “fuck yeah”… Scott turned to me with a look of surprise and a smile and said “Man, lookin’ at you I would have expected you to zip up and head out the door, not have THAT reaction!’ I responded that I was full of surprises as my clothes came off revealing my full leather harness, metal cockrings and chrome and leather arm bands. “Told you guys he’d more than fit in,” I heard my host and photographer say. As things were getting comfortable and we were progressing to the sex, Scott stayed by me surreptiously doing some lines and giving me some - probably about ¾ of the guys were doing enhancements, but not everyone was down with it, so the rule was keep it low-key. Considering the way I was reacting, it was probably NOT the coke I thought it was at first (tina was not all that regular at that time - I’d first had it with that pilot back in the 80s - “Karmic Chemfuck” - and only one other time up until this point). There was also a bit of K around and good poppers and Max Impact. Scott was really curious why I wasn’t scared of his tatoo… and I quietly told him I tested positive back in early 1985, and I kept it very quiet for my performing career’s sake - he sure related to that! At that point, even my host didn’t know I was poz - just my partner (who, now after 26 years together is STILL negative) and my doctor. Scott was very turned and and sticking another line of K my way, he looked me in the eye and said “Fuck yes. So you and I can bareback each other tonight - its the only way a man should fuck or be fucked!” Whoa! Bareback… now when sex started for me, everything was bareback (the term itself didn’t even exist) but in order to keep up my slut lifestyle in the 90s, a condom was mandatory and though I hated them I was good at using them as a top… as a bottom they really slowed me down as I always get an allergic reaction to condom style latex. I had thought I’d never feel that ecstasy again, but this absolute satyr of a man caught me at just the right level of “enhancement” that reservations I would normally have had were tempered by his very logical argument and his very hot cock and attitude and his very good party favors. We agreed. The lights in the photography studio went to psychedelic, trance music played and the group went at it. My tongue found other tongues, hot cocks - many with PA’s and some of the hottest manholes I’d encountered with my mouth in a while. There were about 8 of us in total (small compared to some groups) but all hot and all piggy. While we both played with every other guy there, Scott and I also spent a bit of extra time with each other - we dove into an anal 69 seemingly trying to get our whole heads up each others hot chute. We pulled off into a hot kiss and I felt him press something up into my hole - it burned a bit as he put something in my hand and said “here, do me”. I pressed the rock salt like stuff into his hole and we stopped to do another line of it and a hit of poppers and he rolled back onto a waist height wooden block and whispered “slide that poison stick in the poison hole”. It was so wrong, but so right. My cock slipped in easily and I was ballistic with pleasure. As I fucked him and rolled him further onto the block, he smirked at me and took his own cockhead into his mouth, lewdly tonguing it. THAT’s when it finally hit me. I subtly hissed down to him “holy fucking shit - SCOTT is it? You’re Scott O’Hara, I fucking love your movies.” He seemed really pleased at that and after a few more minutes of me pounding his manhole, he called out “switch!”. A quick couple of glugs of fluids, and another something pressed into my butt, making it SCREAM to be filled, and he pushed me back into the position he’d just been in. He gave me a shot of poppers, sprayed some Maximum Impact on someone’s jock that was lying around, shoved it in my mouth and said “here it comes.” JEEEZUS! The first raw cock in my hole in over six years, and it’s that gorgeous giant! It hurt a bit ‘till I stretched around it, but I was so excited and so tweaked, and so relieved to not have latex fucking me that it soon settled in and felt friggin’ amazing. Our host, who knew my play style well glanced over and remarked “I never thought you’d take that monster that easily, if at all!” and then squinting to look closer, realized there was no condom. His eyebrows shot up, but before he could say anything else, he was distracted by a SECOND latex sheathed cock sliding up next to the first in his own hole, and his attention was drawn elsewhere. There were more fucks with the other guys for each of us, both as tops and bottoms (and one other guy who had noticed us also barebacked each of us and let us bareback him). There was also lots more hole-play, some fisting and w/s, a bit of b/d here and there and toy play, and always, lots of rimming of really hot holes. Scott and I had to keep our holes to just us and the one other guy at the end as we’d each blown off up each others fuck chute. I had gone home with a load in my hole and that much joy in years - and oddly, though I played enough times after with my photographer it wasn’t until almost 18 years later that we finally barebacked each other! After that I played with Scott a number of times - a few group scenes, but mostly either as a three-way with our photographer bud (still using condoms on him) or one on one, where he’d get me high and we’d get wonderfully nasty. He hired me to write a number of columns for his “Steam” Magazine between a few more wild fucks. After that night, when I was playing “extracurricularly” I more and more sought out other poz for BB and less and played with those requiring a condom… I’d regained so much physical joy, and if I wasn’t hurting myself or someone else, then there was finally SOME kind of silver lining for this stupid disease (that I’ve now been dealing with for 30 YEARS). Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about the first time I partied with a trucker in his cab! For more about Scott O’Hara: http://likeahornyboy.blogspot.com/2012/06/scott-o-hara-is-too-big.html?zx=5fbde5ac859bcb2

Hey guys. This my first story here. I hope you love it. Please tell me. Be as honest as you are. I had just finished working out in the gym in the office area of my condo building. I decided to enjoy a soak in the hot tub. The only one else here was the office manager who lived in the only condo on this floor. I knew it was close to closing time so I jumped in wearing just my boxers. The water felt good on my body. It was relaxing and I think I dozed off for a bit because all of a sudden Ron, the building manager was in the tub as well. "Oh, wow. Sorry," I said because I was startled. "No worries, I was going to tell you it's closing time when I saw you were napping. I decided to lock up and enjoy myself since it looked like this tub was doing you a lot of good." I knew very little about Ron. We hardly ever spoke. I knew he was gay and friendly. He is a handsome man of 5'11 dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He also works out a lot, and it shows in his six pack abs. I am no slouch there either. My own hair is black with dark brown eyes. Ron though has something I never noticed until now. He has a strong and unique scent to him. He, clearly, does not wear anti-perspirant and his natural scent was strong but pleasant. The more we talked his scent made me feel weird. Soon though it was time to get out. I noticed that Ron had a weird tattoo right above his crotch. It was a biohazard symbol in the colors of the Pride Flag. I almost asked him about it but decided not to in case it was too personal. Ron and I became friends after that. I worked from home and could set my own hours so I change things so we could work out and hit the tub every night. His scent always made me feel weird. I grew to really enjoy it. He convinced me to stop wearing anything that masks my natural smell and to just make sure I really cleaned myself. It was great to know him. After a couple of weeks I asked if I could ask a weird question? He said I could and he would answer if I would answer a question of his. "Okay." He went first. "Are you seeing anyone?" I laughed, "The day before we met I had just ended a very serious relationship. I thought we were going to get married. I ended it because her sister was never going to stop interfering in our lives and my ex always sided with her." "I am sorry." "It is alright. Meeting you and our friendship has help me forget." Then I asked my question, "Why do you have a biohazard symbol tattoo?" He sighed, "Well, I hope you are not scared by this, I am HIV positive. I also do something called pozzing. It is where I fuck guys bareback who want to catch the bug or who like the thrill of taking the risk." I was not weirded out by this. Ron invited me up for a beer. We did not even get dressed we just went back to his home and started drinking. After a few, Ron got closer to me. His musk was stronger and was really starting to make me feel strange. I think the beers helped play a role in this. He started to rub on my dick through my shorts. I admit it felt good but was more shocked then anything. Ron then pulled my dick out and started giving me a blow job. His mouth really felt good on my dick. I was about to try and say something when he stopped and asked, no told, me we were going to the bedroom. I complied. I was thinking that I would just let him finish sucking me, but I would not let it go further. I was not into guys but he was giving me the best BJ I have ever had so I might as well enjoy it. When on the bed I was completely naked. Laying on my back, I let Ron suck me again. God, it was good. He pulled something out from a drawer just within reach. I could then feel one of his fingers press inside my ass. It was lubed so it went in without any problem, but his nail was sharp. I could really feel it in there. "Ouch," I said. Ron stopped sucking and then started licking my ass. I was about to say no more when he suddenly stopped. My friend stood up and he said, "When I don't fuck for a while I get horny and need to let out my pumped up aggression. I need a hole to fuck and yours is perfect. I love to take a tight virgin hole anyways. So get ready." He removed his shorts and I saw his dick for the first time. It was huge. The biggest I have ever seen - at least 10 inches. "Yes, you are going to take all of this." I was frozen. I did not know what to do. I was staring at his massive hard on when I saw his tattoo. He is positive and about to fuck my ass. I was panicking in my mind as he started to push his tip into me. I wanted to say stop it. I wanted to say no. My mouth would not work. My mind was fighting this but the rest of me seemed to want it. Ron pushed his way into me. I could finally could speak. I groaned in both pleasure and pain. His dick was tearing me open. Shit. I was enjoying this. I loved this. Ron was grinding me over and over again. His dick was perfect in me. He was hitting my prostate, and I soon shot a load of cum. I did not even touch my dick for it to happen. This was the best. Ron then said he was about cum. I could feel him have an orgasm inside me. His toxic cum was filling me. He was pushing even harder. He said that he always has three or four climaxes when he fucks a guy so we are just getting started. I was happy. "Please, keep fucking me." Ron smiled. He did as I begged. Ron was doing more than fucking my body. He was fucking my mind. With each push inside me and with his second and third shot of cum in my ass he was destroying any desire for women. He had done it. He converted me to only wanting men. "I know that look in your eyes," Ron said. "You are a faggot now. You want nothing but dick now." "Yes," I barley squeaked. "Say it. Say that you are a faggot." "I AM A FAGGOT," I screamed. Ron then said, "I know you are. I give you my last gift of the night." He had a final orgasm inside me. I am covered with sweat and both relief and disappointment now that he was done. He turned me on my side and stuck two fingers inside me. He scooped up some of his cum which also contained some blood and a tiny amount of my shit. He fed it to me. I thought it was the best thing I ever tasted. He then fed me more. I was so exhausted I dozed off when he got up to hit the head. I would have slept all night but Ron woke me up a couple of times to fuck me more. Ron took me to get checked. Yep, I was now a Poz. To celebrate we went to his Tattoo artist who did his ink. I got the same one only mine was a tramp stamp. We now live together and are a couple but are in no way exclusive. Yes, we now live together, but I get to let other guys fuck me and he fucks other guys. Whenever someone wants to engage in pozzing we are there. A top fucks me and bottoms get Ron. I have never been happier.

Sure, if you like the guy why not. I've already fucked a guy from one of the hostels in town. He was around late 20s, scruffy with his brown hair and bead roughly clippered, but I like scruffy so no problem for me. I used to buy him coffee because he'd hang around the bus station looking cold. After I mentioned kissing a guy one time he started giving me super cruisy vibes. Shifty eyes, adjusting his dick a lot. It reminded me of the curious 'straight' army guys that used to visit some of the local areas. Seemed like a good offer, I was totally up for doing it with him, so I said how about a coffee at mine. Things started out awkward. But he still followed me to the bedroom. Lots of shy but horny energy with him. Eventually we got our clothes off and I told him sit in my lap. I was sat on the bed and he sat in my lap facing me with his legs around my waist. We kissed and I told him he's a hot guy and how much I wanted to fuck him. He wasn't dirty or anything, hostels have showers, but he wouldn't have prepared his butt for unplanned sex. I took a chance and we fucked bare. No discussion, just lubed it up and started rubbing his hole. He didn't object so I went inside. I wondered how much he did this and if he'd ever done it for money, but actually he bucked a bit when I entered him and seemed quite tight so I think fairly limited fucking before then. I remember his warm furry stomach pressed against mine and feeling his legs flexing as he squeezed my dick inside his hot butt. And his kissing, which was kind of clumsy, but I liked our beards merging together. He was shy about eye contact, but had beautiful eyes. It was very intimate sex, slow and lots of kissing. I shot two loads in him that evening. My dick got a little messy, but who cares, it's nothing a shower didn't fix. So yeah, no problems with fucking a homeless guy. I suspected some issues with drug use however, and it's not unusual for homeless guys to have behavior problems. He seemed pretty chill and let me blast a couple of loads in his guts, but if I were a smaller guy I'm not sure I'd have taken my chances with him.

Nothing I like more than swallowing limitless loads of cum, but I want them straight out of a dick. Line up and keep feeding me. Had a bud freeze a couple in a plastic pill bottle and fuck it into my ass, but I like my cum warm and shooting into my mouth. Hottest is sucking in public and guys just walk up and feed you one after the other.

I know all about it, specially the breeding scene. For breeding I'd follow the naked nights of the cruise bars. They've (mostly ) coordinated so they don't overlap. Cuero Mondays, naked day, it's truly exceptional. Big caveat though, this is a mature crowd, but holy cow there's BBing going in here. Last summer I got five loads in a row upstairs at the end of the night. People had to unload and when one started a line formed and all deposited. XXL on naked Wednesdays can be fun. XXL is new, not sure if It'll survive, but the few that go are definitely worth it. Location is very convenient but I don't have faith in the owners promoting this place properly. Thursdays are naked for Alcatraz, and I have always had a good time here on Thurs. Sucks the other days for me (too young a crowd) Attack (the old querel) is naked on Wednesday and Sundays. It's a bit far but place is great. Personally haven't been recently so not sure what's going on. It's close to the sauna .. Then you have extreme. Extreme IS the reference cruise space in Torremolinos. It's expansive and always busy. I've been on a Tuesday in January and there was action. With being the "default" cruise bar comes a mixed crowd. Some younger tweakers, some unsure what they are looking for. Sometimes the Extreme vibe is a bit off .. sometimes it just clicks. There's more to tell about Torremolinos but I'll stop here not to make this too long. Is there's interest I can expand.

lol so my bio daddy was just absolutely railing my ass doggystyle after i came home with a dozen fresh loads simmering in my pussy and he told me he was one of the men who took a couple turns fucking my slutty blindfolded body in the public sling and how he is always impressed at how hard a fucking i take and how easily i take even the biggest cocks. but even better he told me he is excited for me to get implants and that he is glad i’m finally getting my cock and balls removed. he said i never should have been born with one cause i was always a girl and if i was born a girl this slutty he woulda started fucking me a long time ago. i told him he is going to be the first man to cum inside my new pussy and he absolutely exploded inside me.

He was a fucking beast!

I can relate to that. Gotta shoot our loads.

Yeah, the ones where the bottom gets talked into taking the load and gives into lust are the best.

Feeling free and uninhibited. That's what I wanted the first time I let a guy in me bare, and it's what I feel every time since. Just being two guys doing what comes naturally together with no barriers in our heads or physically between us. Plus I'm an intimate fucker, I like being up close and intimate, sometimes cuddly, sometimes roughly, but always loads of physical contact and every bit counts for me. The only problem is I'm the generation who grew up with sex between guys seeming like it was all about HIV and we couldn't safely do these things with each other. Sure you can get a boyfriend, but I'm more the liberal free love type, I want unplanned experiences with different guys, I like spontaneous, I like lust, these are big parts of my sexuality. I daydream about the time a hot hairy guy I'd been checking out at the pool one night cruised me and we ended up in the shower with my speedos round my ankles as he shagged me with a squirt of hair conditioner for lube. Before PrEP I could only imagine doing stuff like that. I was one of the first guys on PrEP and I did exactly what I wanted to do soon as I could. I got talking with a guy on Grindr called Ed who was really horny to fuck that night. I went over to his place and within minutes of going in the door and first kissing we were naked in bed. We hadn't said a thing about condoms. I was hoping he'd go for it bare. And he did, he was rubbing his dick all over my hole as he leaked precum. Where I'd have once had to pull away I was now letting him do it and it felt liberating. I wanted to have [banned word] unsafe sex with a guy as a way of claiming back my sexuality from all the negative messages about sex with other guys. I asked for some lube and he left the room to find some and came back with a condom on. I said no need for that and pulled it off. He didn't ask twice, he was right back between my legs and went inside me as we kissed. While I've had some great sex and prostate orgasms with guys wearing condoms, I've got a sensitive hole and I can feel a difference. It's smoother for sure, more pleasure and less friction. The precum probably helps too. It was an easy prostate orgasm with Ed, no trouble, he was a good top and fucked for long enough for that nice warm buzzing sensation to start inside my hole, and it grew until the orgasm hit me. I let him cum inside me too. It didn't actually feel different to a guy with a condom on, it was the same pulsing and hot liquid sensation, but this time I still felt it after he pulled out. I went to bed that night and was lying there with his cum still inside me thinking about how juicy it felt. It's different to just lube, it was proper wet and juicy. I pulled my legs up so his cum wouldn't leak out and started squeezing my arse and flexing my legs, just enjoying the sensation of being full of his cum. It felt like the sides of my hole were rubbing against each other and the warm buzzing feeling started. That was new and cool, before then I'd only ever prostate orgasmed with a guy inside me. I kept going and eventually went over the edge thinking about the fuck earlier. I also dreamed about sex that night, I remember feeling like my butt was really warm and nice. This is something I've repeated a few times with other guy's loads. So, I can prostate orgasm with a guy inside me, but if I want to do it by myself or have a chance of dreaming about sex like that I need to be full of cum. Nothing else works, got to be the real stuff. So yeah, had some great experiences with condom sex, but there's all kinds of reasons why I like it without too.

Last September I visited a CumUnionparty in Amsterdam. I didn't really had a plan and just walked around and waited in the cellararea, which is provided with a big fuckbed you can walk around and with a sling, all dimly lit. I took position next to the sling in which a guy was being fucked. I overheard the fucker say "can I come in your ass", which was granted by the bottom and I heard a loud growl just a short period after that when he shot his load deep in his ass. The top left, leaving the bottom with a fresh load, lying in the sling. I didn't wait a second before I took my already growing dick from my pants and started taking position to give him a second fuck. I touched his ass, it was so sticky so I kneeled down and felched the cum straight from his ass. The bottom reacted and gave my a sign he wanted to have his share of it and I gave it back to him snowballing. At the same take I started fucking his cummy ass. He got so aroused by the whole scene he started jerking off his cock while I was fucking him. I noticed that he was about to come so I pulled out and moved my head downwards just in time to have him ejaculate in my mouth. So that was my second load. Some time after that I spotted a guy which i recognised from a bare-profile somewhere on the net, stating being poz and looking for loads, poz loads no problem. It just turned me on he was so specific about that in his profile and for me that with this slut I had the opportunity to fuck a guaranteed poz-ass. I took position near him and the slut was immediately grabbing for my dick and directing it towards his ass. I felt great entering that hole, it was so slippery I could not tell for sure it was lube or some previous loads. I wispered I was about to give him my pozload, he said "please do, I want pozcum" and so I seeded his ass pumping it deep inside. I felt so fucking happy I experienced all this cumsex that afternoon. Will go back next time for sure, again for both giving and taking it.

Could we add inflation to the list? I paid close to $50 bucks to get a locker at Club FLL on a holiday weekend. The younger generation won't pay that when you could get three months of ad-free Grindr for $39. Grindr did to bathhouses what Netflix did to DVDs. Which brings me to my point of could bathhouses do a subscription service model to attract new patrons?

Ahmed clearly had a thing for newly legal teen boys. Our schools cleaner has caught me jerking off in the locker room sniffing a teammates swimmers. He had threatened to tell my parents unless I did exactly what he asked. To be honest I was more than happy to do whatever the early 40’s Middle Eastern cleaner wanted. I could tell he had a muscular hairy body under his uniform, and it turned out he had a massive 11” Arabic cock that could hit all the right places. That’s how I had ended up Poz at age 18. Ahmed has taken me into an empty toilet cubicle, stuffed dirty underwear into my mouth, bent me over the toilet and forced the thick blunt headed anaconda up my virginity hole. He took my virginity whilst I could hear my teammates going about their business in the locker room. Thank god for his sweaty underwear in my mouth or I’m sure the whole team would have seen me giving my virgin ass to the schools cleaner. He had enjoyed pounding my hole in such a risky setting, and after 10 minutes of ripping up my ring I felt him go stiff and collapse on my back as he filled me with his hot Arab jizz. He silently pulled out of me, wiped his dick on my track shirt and got dressed. As he went to open the door to leave the cubicle he whispered ‘Thanks for the hole slut, you’re now pregnant with my Poz babies.’ I waited until he had left, scooped some of his hot jizz that was running down my leg and jerked the last neg load of my life all over the floor. Sure enough, 4 weeks later I came down with the worst flu. I took myself to the clinic and they confirmed I had been knocked up by the thick Arab anaconda. Since then Ahmed had continued to use my holes whenever it suited him, but it soon became apparent he was getting bored with me. I received a short text from him ‘come to my house, tonight at 9pm’ followed by an address…

Chapter 1 - So it begins My friend Dave decided he wanted to do something special for me for my birthday. We’ve played together a lot in the past and had only recently started partying together. The last time we met, we smoked a good amount, and he fucked me, bred me and played in my ass. For the birthday event, he told me to plan for a few days of time off since he wanted to get me really spun. I was able to get a few days off from work, so I told him we’d be all set. I did a deep clean in the morning and a touchup later. Dave told me to show up at his house around 8. He has a playroom in the basement, with a sling and fuck bench, lots of toys, and some fetish clothing. The basement has a door to the outside at the back of his house. I got there, and Dave and I went down to the playroom. I stripped down to my Nasty Pig jock. Dave wanted me to wear one of his harnesses, so I slipped that on too. He had a pipe packed already so we lit the torch and started taking some deep hits. Dave can get hard even when he’s spun, so I hopped in the sling and put my feet in the stirrups. Dave rimmed my ass for a while, getting me ready for his cock. He has a great cock for my ass. It’s not really long, about 7”, but it’s really thick. He knows how to get my ass ready for his thickness before he shoves it in and then he can fuck for a long time. He has a nice hairy chest and a trimmed beard so I like that I can watch him as he fucks me deep. After a good rimming session, Dave decided that we should get a few more hits in so that I was really horny for his dick. He propped up my head so that I was able to stay in the sling while we smoked. After a few hits, we were both flying high. Dave put down the pipe, slid a freshly opened bottle of poppers within my reach, and stepped between my legs. While we gazed into each other’s eyes, he slowly slid his well lubed cock in my ass. Since he had rimmed me before, I was pretty opened for him. Dave really knows how to fuck. His cock has a nice mushroom head, so he’ll pull almost all the way out, then hold it there to stretch my hole before driving it back in to me. He changes the rhythm, and I can switch up my position in the sling so that his cock hits the walls of my ass differently. One of the other great things about getting fucked in a sling is that it lets me ride cock easily too. I was swinging back and forth on Dave’s dick and getting it in as deep as possible. I had reached down to let him in as deep as possible while sliding back and forth on his cock. I didn’t hear the door open, but I heard the distinctive click of the torch behind me. Then, a mouth was on mine, shotgunning a hit to me. I took in the hit, shared some back and started making out with the new guy. Still didn’t know who it was but I was feeling good and welcomed another guy to the party. When he pulled back, it turned out it was our buddy, Chris. We had all played before but never partied together. I smiled at him, and he gave me a knowing look that was also full of lust. Chris was wearing a chest harness that connected to his metal cock ring. He looked hot as fuck in the gear, with the harness nicely framing his pecs. He has a hairy chest and ass and loves to get his hole eaten. His hard cock was sticking straight out, with a drop of precum on the tip. I motioned him over and licked the head of his dick to taste the sweetness. Lucky for me, Dave had taken over control of the fuck and was still filling my hole with his thick cock. I got Chris’s cock all the way into my mouth so now I was being spit roasted by two hot studs. Dave and Chris started to make out when I realized that they were also sharing some smoke. On one of the hits, Chris pulled his cock out of my mouth and shared the smoke with me, followed by another passionate kiss. Dave pulled out of my ass and lowered my jock to suck my T dick. Even though it doesn’t get too hard, it’s still great to get it sucked. Chris then moved down and knelt before my ass and started rimming my well fucked hole. Now, I was getting sucked and rimmed at the same time, so I just laid back and enjoyed myself for a while. Chris had started to finger my ass, getting 3 fingers in. He was really working around my ass, in and out, and working around the hole. He pulled out and his relubed fingers worked back into my ass. This time, I felt a burn since he deposited a shard in my ass. Getting booty bumped is a favorite of mine but I’d never played like this with Chris. Then, Chris stood up and started teasing my hole with his cock. He has a longer and only slightly thinner cock than Dave. He usually cums pretty fast after getting in my ass so he likes to play around the hole, sticking the head in, then swirling around the outside. He worked around and just inside my hole, spreading lube and precum, then slowly slid all the way in. He got in easily since I was well fucked and relaxed. And spun. Chris had been fucking me for a surprisingly long time. Dave had moved up to feed me his cock which I happily cleaned off and sucked. He moved behind me so that I could also work his balls into my mouth. He likes having his balls sucked and I think the view while I’m doing that is awesome. Eventually, Chris pulled out. He still hadn’t cum, which was kind of odd for him. He helped me out of the sling for a brief rest and some hydration. Dave poured out some sports drink for us all and we sat on the sofa to take a break. I was in the middle and both of them took turns fingering around my hole. We smoked a little more and then I got back in the sling. Dave had lowered the head a little bit. This meant that while he was fucking me again, Chris was able to come around to my head, turn around and feed me his ass. He has a really hot ass. It’s got just the right amount of fur, and he has a hole that reacts to my tongue. I’ve managed to work my tongue really deep into his ass in the past, but this position didn’t allow for deep penetration. One of the other fantastic things about eating Chris’s ass is that he has an amazing natural smell. It’s a little musty and sweet and I love burying my face in his hole, knowing that his smell will stick to my face and beard for a while. My neck started to hurt from the weird position, and I was getting some crazy head rushes too, so Chris moved away and helped to raise my head back to a normal position. Dave decided to pull out and play with my ass again. Once more, I felt the burn of a shard that he deposited in my ass. Chris got back between my legs and started to finger my hole. Dave came up to let me suck his dick, but I needed to take some breaks from his cock since Chris was making my ass feel great. He was working in and out, and spreading his fingers when he was inside me. I was enjoying the sensations and reached down to spread my ass wider for him. I worked my hands over to my hole and was surprised to find that Chris had all his fingers in me and was working my hole with his thumb. We locked eyes and he checked if I was OK with what was going on. I nodded an enthusiastic yes so he kept working his thumb around my hole.

Except, of course, in the minds of those few of us who are actually looking for a back rub. Which happened to me one time - there is a guy near me on Grindr offering massage, and I took him up on it, because I wanted an actual therapeutic deep tissue massage because my back hurt like a sonofabitch. What I got was a passable erotic massage complete with penetration (both with toys and the real thing), but the actual muscle work and therapeutic value was minimal at best. Amusing in retrospect, but at the time I was rather peeved.

Hi hntnhole, thanks for the welcome! I think I will stick around and talk more because it's cool to find a sex positive place like this. Got to agree with you that being sexual beings matters, it's part of our authentic selves. A guy might decide to do it bare for any reason, like PrEP or +U, or whatever really. What matters is if you're doing it bare then you can shag with any guy whenever you want, no planning ahead, feel each other and cum anywhere, no worries.

Agreed. To me it aint sex if the top doesn't breed his btm. I never pullout to shoot, and want my tops to do the same. The whole point to bareback sex is to breed.

So a few weeks ago, I was supposed to have a play date with this FB of mine, on the day I was doing a 4-hour drive that went near his place. He's a super sexy Venezuelan cub, totally vers, and we have the best flip fucks ever. He calls me "daddy" and we do it hot and bare with lots of sexy breeding talk. So I'm on the road the morning of, texting him about ETA, and he suddenly says we are going to have a 3-way with a submissive bottom then go back to his place and fuck each other. And we're going to meet at the sub's house. Now, that's not my usual scene, but I'm feeling frisky and in a good mood, so I'm willing to roll with it. I know the sub is not his husband, because I usually meet my buddy at his own house, and we have to be quiet if hubby is working. He sends the address and says the door will be unlocked, and I'm on my way. I arrive at the place (Google maps did great despite some twisty roads), and it's in a newish exurban development, condos I think (they're so generic I honestly don't remember). And I bounce up to the door and go on in. Nice clean house, very white bread looking, not too much character in view, and there in the middle of the living room on a little square blanket is our sub, hooded, on his knees, blowing my buddy. Shaven all over. Looking, well, like a submissive cumdump. Definitely not my usual. My buddy beckons me over, and he's clearly into it, and into the fact that I'm there too. He and I kiss some and he invites me to use the sub's mouth, which I do, and my buddy moves around back of the sub. I'm generally down for a good spit-roast, and this is no exception. And I have to say, the sub's mouth looks mighty good with my fat tool going in and out of it. I can see just enough around the edges of the hood to guess that I'd find his face fairly cute with it off. Tempting to take it off and see, but I'm not a spoilsport, and doing that would clearly ruin his fun. My buddy is having a good time fucking him. And after a while he cums, and the sub is clearly enjoying this. Less cum for me, but my buddy's young and I guess he'll be still able to take care of me later. And then he gets a text and suddenly says he has to get going. And that I'm welcome to fuck the sub (who clearly is in subspace and therefore not telling me this himself, my buddy is dom du jour and therefore responsible for policy). But I have to use a condom. And he gestures at the pile of them sitting there. So I allow as to how that's good (although TBH I really hate them and they often make me go soft, but that's not happening today...). And I put one on (can't remember when the last time I did that was) and I'm fussing at the end of it, a bit, with my fingernails, before starting, but my buddy is still there. So I start fucking the sub while he, uh, pretends to clean my buddy off, I guess? Sucks him a bit more, anyway. I guess he's getting at least some cum off of there, since my buddy did come. And I'm fucking him, and my buddy is getting dressed and getting on out of there. Fucking with the condom doesn't feel great, and I pull it out and fuss at the tip a bit more with my fingernails and actually manage to nick it. So I put it back in and that feels at least a bit better, because there's some sensation on my glans, and the sub seems to be enjoying it too, so I fuck him for a while longer. And I'm getting close... But all the while I've been here I've been getting a subtle vibe that this guy is actually "straight" and married and all of this is on the DL. So I figure he might actually be really upset if he discovered his ass full of cum afterward. And that it might get back to my buddy, and that would be awkward. So I pull it out to cool off a bit, and sure enough my entire mushroom head has emerged from the condom. Lovely and pink and bare, sticking out beyond the black rubber. Just like in those C2BB vids I always find so hot. I slide back in that way and fuck him a little more, but no, I'm just way... too... close... In a miracle of self-discipline, I pull out and dash to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, then come back and feed the sub my enormous load. And head out. And my buddy texts me to tell me his hubby is in a bad mood and doesn't want him to have me over to play. Well, fuck. No dick for me. possibly to be continued

The HPV vaccine only protects agains a subset of HPV viruses strains. There are also a number of other viruses that will manifest as viral warts. One hypothesis is that warts or viral outbreaks are thought to be triggered by trauma or stress and will trigger a breakout after nearby tissue damage or prolonged psychological stress when cortisol levels are elevated. As with most viral infections symptoms are usually the worst after a first lifetime contact and then subside with subsequent outbreaks being less severe. Unfortunately, many viruses are never cleared and remain dormant. As we age and our immune systems wane breakouts may become more pervasive both in frequency and severity. An uncomfortable reality but I’d rather spend my life fucking freely with them than avoiding sex and hoping to maintain a pure body.

We all know that feeling. It’s the end of the weekend and hornyness is kicking in big time. I’m usually a big fan of grindr and these apps but sometimes you got to do what you got to do. I was horny and needed a load. So I reactivated my old account “discreet btm now” and looked. Literally two minutes after I went online, I had a message from profile that was 200m away. Blank profile. “top now”. Asking me what I was up to, and if I had any pictures. After sending some pictures of me, getting fucked and sucking dick he asked me to come over. It should be simple: suck, get bred, leave. I didn’t need to see any pictures. Once I’m that horny, I will let anyone breed me. So I was walking over there, he left the door open and was waiting on the couch, stroking his dick. I immediately undressed and got to sucked his dick. I love sucking dick and I’m not exaggerating when I’m saying that I do that with a true passion and once I taste precum i’m in a trance. After some time, I felt some hands on my ass. Some fingers making their way to my hole. And before I knew it, I heard someone spit on his hand, followed by a big mushroom head being pushed in my hole. He didn’t ease into it and started pounding me hard. I was loving this, and since I’m especially turned on by taking cock anonymously i was in heaven. Took him about five minutes to say “i’m gonna cum”, which were the only words I heard anyone say the whole time. He pulled out, smeared whatever cum he had left on his cock on my ass and left. Once loaded the other guy got up and rammed his throbbing cock in in one go. as the guy before, he didn’t go easy and started to really pound my ass. Another two minutes later, I felt he was getting close. I was in doggy leaning on the couch and I reached between my legs to grab his balls. That sent over the edge and he unloaded in a furiously, intense orgasm. As soon as he pulled out, I turned around and cleaned that cock as thorough as I could before quickly getting dressed and leaving the apartment. And now I’m sitting on my couch with two fingers of my hole licking the cum from my fingers and writing the story.

For me if I start to run a fever there is a good chance at some point I will become hypersexual. To the point where I have an over active libido, will masturbate (sometimes using a toy in my ass at the same time) back to back and shoot huge watery loads over myself and then still pester the wife to let me fuck her. She sometimes lets me bc she knows I won't back off but also because she has seen the enormous loads I shoot and she loves cum in her pussy. I have always wondered if anyone else gets like that.

It depends on what is wrong for me. Anything to do with my stomach and I just want to curl up in a ball and be left alone. If its my head I'll find a dark room and try to sleep it off. If its a cold or something like, even if I don't particularly want to be near someone else, I always get very horny and can't stop playing with myself. I think of it as kind of therapy. I'm pretty sure the endorphins released from orgasm help boost your immune reaponse 😉

My last load was Wednesday. It was a rematch with a super sexy (well, I think he is...) big hairy bear top, about my age (we've each got just a bit of gray), married on the DL. Our chemistry is fucking amazing... I let him in and we kiss and I can feel it instantly. I hope he can, too. I'm hard as a rock in seconds. I get him upstairs and he offers poppers, which are just the dregs, so I make a quick run to the fridge to get mine. And we're getting naked and on the bed ASAP. Kissing and heavy body contact - he's really a big guy, but all over, not just in the belly - maybe 6'1" and 250# or a bit more, and lots of fur. My cup of tea. And I've lost some weight this year so I actually feel enveloped in his hug, and we're playing with each other's nipples (his are wired), and, yeah, more of that! I suck him for a while - he gets hard nicely even without a cock ring (lucky him), and then we flip around and he sucks me... and puts his hand around back, which makes me melt. So he rolls me over and plows me... And fuck is that good! Just a little lube to get him in - I'm tight but very hot for it - and then he's inside and fucks me on my belly for a good while, and then on my side. Then he comes out and we're kissing some more. At some point he says, "how does your boyfriend ever let you out of his sight?" - so I guess the chemistry is good for him, too. He's on his back, so I climb up on top and ride him. Ride him hard, leaning back, and he's super into it, and I love this because I can look at his face (looking into a guy's eyes when we're fucking is one of my hot buttons). And I lean into it and I'm so wanting his load but I'm not getting him over the edge, quite, and then suddenly I'm the one who's going over the edge and I'm cumming. Hard and long, all over his belly and chest, in fountains. He tells me to lick it off him, and I do... bitter tasting. And we're kissing some more and he's stroking and suddenly he's getting close and I try to hop back on and take his load, but I'm too slow and he shoots it all over where mine was. So I lick that off, too, and it tastes very different, rather sweet. Fuck, I needed that! It was a little disappointing not to get bred, but hell, I'll take it - fireworks sex is always good! We agreed that we must do it again soon. Hope he remembers (he won't give me his number).

My last loads happened just over a week ago at a local leather party. I had been excited for a bit as it was my first leather event in honestly almost a year, I spent the day getting ready, caught up with one of my friends who I'd never seen without a shirt off, let alone in a leather jockstrap like he planning was tonight, we arrived an hour into the event, and spent some time catching up with some other mates. after enough time for things to get busy I broke away and headed down to the play space that was set up, at first I sat on one of the couches and let a gorgeous daddy fuck my mouth and work over my gag reflex for a bit. Once he moved on I met eyes with a cute scruffy cub and worked on making sure he was hard before turning around and presenting, he slowly worked his way in before taking his time, his cock was about 6 inches long and just a bit above average, just perfect to open me up, he held onto my harness and about 5 minutes into it he pulled me tight against him and shot as deep as he could. I felt a few guys play with my cummy hole before someone an otter with a swimmers build pushed into me and turned my body so his who looked like a wrestler could fuck my face for a bit, the one who had pushed into me had a nice cock that I swear felt like all the veins were bulging so much I could feel with them with my ass, and his mates cock was thick and I could barely wrap my lips around it. The otter bred me within a few minutes before leaning in, "My friend is going to take a turn and plans on breeding you, but I wanted to make sure that you had enough lube to handle him, once you finish cleaning off my cock I want you to suck my nipples til I'm hard again. I'm going to start feeding you poppers as you need, just tap my thigh, just a warning if you stop him he won't start back up." I made sure to gag a bit more on the cock in my throat to try and get a bit more spit on it before nodding, before long they swapped ends, I started cleaning the otters cock and felt the wrestler get behind me and start probing my hole. I felt pain for the first time that night, he slowly and inexorably pushed his way in over the next minute and it felt like I was tapping morse code on the otter's leg and huffing the amyl as much as I could. Once they were in the waited for a moment before starting to work their way in and out, before too long they where pushing into me with a good speed, the otter moved me to his nipples, telling me what a good boy I was and how well I was doing, this continued on making me push back wanting to prove him right. The wrestler eventually started to speed up, I knew what was coming and wanted to be nothing but a good boy at that point. Before too much longer he started slamming into me with such force I almost tapped out before he held me painfully tight against him and grunted pulling me off his mate and kissing, biting and licking my neck. He thrust in me lazily after he finished loading me up for another half a minute churning his load, before abruptly pulling out and diving his face in for a taste, he then spun me round and made out with me, I could taste the loads I had taken and nearly came from that, both of them left shortly after. Once my eyes could focus again, I saw the cub from the beginning balls deep in my friend I had come with, my friend waved me over and congratulated me on my accomplishment, the cub stepped out and asked if I wanted a turn, my friend nodded so I let my aching cock lead the way and barely took 2 minutes to bust, especially after the cub pushed back into me and bred me again. My friend then got up and said it was only fair if he fucked me, I told him only if he bred me, which he enjoyed my ass for a bit before loading me as well. I ended the night with 5 loads, two from the cub, and one each from my friend, the otter and the wrestler. Honestly my most successful night ever and honestly not sure if I'm ever gonna be able to top it.

Not just larger than average, but older than average, meaning people who can remember the golden age of bathhouses (or people who knew people who remembered). Gays younger than a certain age - maybe 55 ish? - are less likely to have experienced any of that, or to have been close to people who did. Not that they don't exist, of course, but it wasn't part of their cultural upbringing the way it was for guys who are now, say, 62 or so.

I'm going to reject the options presented, for the following reasons: 1. I agree that escorts and porn stars are sex workers, just as are cam girls, cam boys, guys with sexually explicit OF or JFF or whatever accounts, street hookers, and more. They're all involved in businesses (as workers) where sex (be it physical contact with the purchaser, or stimulation via imagery and/or sound) is part of the product or service provided. But I don't put sex work into the category of "degrading or dehumanizing" - it CAN be, but that's not inherent in the work. It's inherent in the society in which the workers live. 2. I don't think the second option describes all sex workers. Some do it because they're broke. Some do it because they like the supplemental income it can provide. Some do it because they're substance addicts and need cash to feed their habit. I do agree that people who judge sex workers are wrong, but I don't think it's always sour grapes; sometimes it's just plain old disapproval, sometimes it's resentment that they can't control other people's sexuality. 3. I'm not sure that there is an inherent difference between gay and straight people. Perhaps between the *typical* or *average* gay and straight person - the former probably has more lifetime sex and more partners than the latter, for instance - but I don't see gay sex workers as any sort of ambassador for the gay sex experience (except, of course, in the literal sense that a straight person can satisfy any curiosity he might have about gay sex acts by watching porn). I think gay people bringing home partners to their families, and integrating gay partners into families, goes much farther to show the world what's important about being gay - we're pretty much just like you - than anything else.

I've got to the point i have so many regulars that there are days i spend hours going from one to another.

NOT MY STORY…BUT I DID IMPROVE IT I was out of town on a business trip, just relaxing in my hotel room and decided to check out Grindr. I found a guy that was into thicker/chubbier guys, we chatted back and forth for a bit and he sent a photo. I thought it was fake, it was easily about 7.5-8 inches long but wasn't too thick with a weird biohazard booking tattoo, he was staying near my hotel so I figured hey why not give him a chance. We make arrangements for him to come to my hotel room and about an hour passes before I finally get a knock on the door and he walks in and I can see through his sweatpants his dick print. It wasn't fake, he takes them off and he is still limp. He's still close 5-6 inches long, I'm thinking to myself, in my limited experience outside of dildos I've never had anything with this length. I meant to ask him about his tattoo, but I was so enthralled with his huge cock. I just started sucking on his engorged member. After some oral, he tells me to bend over for him.. He applies some lube and slowly works his thick dick in, really gently.. I was expecting a full ram and slam guy but he was a gentleman about it. I start to relax, as he starts to go deeper until I feel his hips against my butt. I can feel it pretty damn deep in me, something I've never felt before. I was surprised I took him all. He told me he was going to knock me up and give me his special seed. I played along to make it more exciting. I begged for his “hot” load. After about 7-8 minutes, he told me he wanted to go to the bathroom and watch him breed me in the mirror. Here's where things get interesting.. He tells me to slowly back up, he's literally fucking me as we're walking to the bathroom, me trying to walk when my legs feel like jelly lol. So, I'm half bent over half standing watching us in the mirror.. Then it happens, I feel him start hitting my prostate and I look down and I'm cumming hands free. Each time he pulls out it hits, I've never had this feeling with a person before and I'm loving every second of it. Then he starts cumming, I feel him throbbing in me.. A sensation I've never felt He snarls, ‘take my poz load!” I am too weak to fight him off. I accepted my fate. After a minute, he slowly pulls out and I feel his now limp dick slap my balls. I'm sitting there figuring out what happened and he's looking at me smiling because I'm looking like I'm half drunk having just shot my load hands-free for the first time. I only bottomed 3 other times, this was my first time bareback. I was thinking maybe I just didn't enjoy bottoming.. It just took finding the right guy with the right load, it's a shame he's on the other side of the country. But, I will be back. joey I love hot chat hit me up even c2c

I snuck out of my bedroom and out of the house arriving at Ahmed’s nondescript house just before 9pm. I knocked on the door and heard him call out ‘doors open slut, come on in’. As I pushed the door open and walked down the hallway I could hear two voices coming from the living room. As I rounded the corner an incredible sight greeted me. Ahmed massive muscular body was sprawled naked on the couch, a barely legal looking teen was between his legs wearing only a pair of bikini briefs. His tongue cautiously licking at Ahmed’s massive balls with a grimace on his face. ‘Come in Ben, this homeless fuck is just earning his dinner’ Ahmed called out. I looked at the 18 year old teen closer. He appeared to be a typical tatted skater boy who was down on his luck. The teen looked at me and tried to avoid my eyes. “If you’re busy, I can come back later” I stammered. “Don’t be stupid fag, we can talk whilst he services me” he replied. Ahmed turned to face the skater boy. “Make sure you get it covered in spit, you aren’t getting any lube when this goes up your arse”. “Please don’t make me do this in front of him” the skater pleaded. “Shut the fuck up and get on my cock”. I watched transfixed as the skater lowered his briefs, shyly trying to hide his growing cock. He went to straddle the muscular Arab on the couch. “FACE HIM!” Ahmed bellowed. The skater whimpered but did as he was told and turned to face me. “Lift your balls and give him a show” Ahmed ordered. I watched as the skater lifted his cock and balls to show me the thick brown Arab cobra line up with his tight teen hole. “Fuck yourself on it” Ahmed ordered. The teen took a deep breath and started to slide down the thick baseball bat sized cock. Tears started to stream down his face, from the pain or the humiliation I will never know. It took him about 3 mins to work his tight hole down to Ahmed’s balls. The teens stomach was distended showing the mammoth 11”cock deep inside him. After another minute of so he started to lift and lower himself on the baton, fucking himself on the thick Arab pole. Ahmed for all this display sat calmly on the couch, whilst the red faced teen did all the work trying to get Ahmed to climax so he could be done and get out of there. Ahmed turned back to me “I want to speak to you about your brother, I have seen him around school and want to get to know him better”. “My brother?” “Yes, I want to fuck him and you’re going to help me” he replied. I couldn’t believe Ahmed was interested in Jake. Jake was my younger brother, having only just turned 18. But Jake had been born deaf and mute. Despite these handicaps he had excelled at school and was on the swim team. This had given him an incredible body and a perky ass. “Please leave him out of this” I pleaded. “If you don’t help me, I’ll out you as the Poz slut you are too the whole school” I slumped, knowing that I didn’t have a way out of this. At this moment, Ahmed grabbed the hips of the teen riding his cock and slammed him all the way down to his balls. I watched as Ahmed’s balls tensed up and began to pump load of hot Arab cum into the obscenely stretched skater boys ass. “Noooo!!” The teen shouted when he realised that thick loads of cum were being pumped into his fertile body “You promised you wouldn’t cum in me!”. “I lied” Ahmed replied as he shoved the still shocked teen off his cock and on the floor. The shell shocked teen was still shaking on the floor when Ahmed got up, threw $20 at him and a bunch of tissues. “Get yourself something to eat slut, and wipe up your bleeding hole before you stain my carpet. Now get the fuck out of my house”. The sniffling teen tried to plug his ruined hole with the tissues and mop up the torrent of thick cum dripping down his leg. As he shuffled to the door Ahmed went to show him out. “I hope you are on PrEP bitch, otherwise my Poz babies are going to be with you for life” Ahmed gloated. I saw the teens eyes go wide, as the door slammed in his face. Ahmed turned to me. “This time next week, I’m going to be balls deep in your brother”.

Color me skeptical about this. I’ve looked at a sampling of the available abstracts of studies from the 1960s to the present that purport to demonstrate the efficacy of hypnosis against warts - which are caused by a virus - and what’s out there strikes me as pretty dubious. These claims are being made on the basis of studies of quite small groups of people, and the success rate claimed is as low as 27%, and no higher than 55% - well, that puts us in coin-toss territory. The same study says that some of those studied who did not respond to hypnotic techniques that could be tested did respond to hypnotic techniques that could not be tested against controls. Well, there goes that study’s “findings” out the window. While it may be possible that some form of suggestion therapy is helping some participants boost their immune response - which is the only conceivable way hypnosis is going to have any effect on what a virus is doing - it also has to be pointed out that these cases also sometimes resolve without intervention simply because the body prevails against the pathogen - it’s hard to see how these studies account for the possibility of spontaneous remission as an alternative explanation for the result in any given case. I’ve been the subject of hypnosis before. It isn’t magic. I would have to see some much more robust science behind this before I would count on a hypnotist as my line of defense against warts.

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.

Lansing—December, 2022 I have a tradition of doing something sexual on New Year’s Eve from even before I began writing this blog. I have attended orgies thrown by fuck buds, cruised sex parties in Toronto or gone to the baths. Having driven to New Jersey and back again for Christmas, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do this year. I knew I wasn’t eager to get back on the road again to get to a major city. I settled to for an afternoon and evening at the bookstore that has play areas like a bathhouse. I contacted Perry to see if he would like to return to the scene of where we had last played in public. (See the links below for Whoring Out Perry) He was eager. And brought friends. I arrived a good half hour before I was due to meet Perry. I wanted to scout things out and have some warm up sex… I am buzzed into the play space by the cute clerk who took my money. I have given him my name to make sure that I can have in and out privileges. I make a tour. A sling, where they are showing big screen gay flicks, is ready and waiting. The sling I usually use, with a waist high dividing wall, is being used for a blow job, so I don’t intrude. I wander farther down into the additional rooms. The glory hole booths are active and the padded fuck table in the last room is empty. The porn here is good and I settle in—and it’s also the place where I am sure Perry will look for me. I haul out my cock and stroke, adding a drop of lube so I don’t chafe. Men come by, take a gander at it and leave. A guy in his 40’s sits across the padded table from me. He takes out his cock of only slightly smaller size, but with foreskin. We jerk to the threeway on the screen—glancing at each other. Finally, he comes over and kneels. He takes me in his mouth. “You have lube on it, don’t you?” I nod and tell him why, not really apologizing as it has barely any taste at all. But he goes back to his seat and strokes. In the next ten minutes, two different men spend time on my cock and don’t notice or don’t mind the taste. A guy with a football player build arrives. He’s Black, late 30’s and hung. He makes himself comfortable on the padded table, stripping down to nothing. A line of men arrive to suck his dick. He lets any and everyone have a go on it. He leans back and kisses the uncut guy. This makes the big guy ooze. I happen to know, as I’m part of the rotation of men giving him head. I stand back up and let a bear have a go on him. Uncut has stopped kissing him. I watch as he sticks the hooded cock into the football player’s mouth. The moment a dick is in his mouth his laid back attitude disappears. He becomes horny as fuck. He now jerks his dick, as he sucks Uncut, but letting the bear keep his mouth around his cockhead. It’s a hot scene—and it can’t last. Football Player erupts into the bear’s mouth. The crowd disperses. I am alone—so I move over to the better vantage point of where Uncut was sitting. In moments, I see Perry. He has brought along the Cub who was with him last time, and another bear-ish guy. Perry comes right to me, kneels and begins inhaling the scent from my balls. Fuck, he knows how to use his tongue. He finally gets to my cock, after leaving my ball sack dripping. Perry strips. He has a bear-ish body himself, with a very hairy chest and pierced nipples. He gets on all fours, with his hairy ass right by the edge of the table. I drop to my knees and begin rimming him. He groans. I groan. I love eating ass. But I really love eating the ass of a man who keeps letting me know how good I am making him feel. My cock is rampant, as my tongue pushes deeper and deeper into his hole. “Fuck me. Please.” I finally relent and stand up. There is the tiniest resistance for a moment—and then I glide in. All of me. In one steady move. Perry groans. I groan, too. I hold for a moment and begin to fuck. The bear who arrived with Perry watches, but is soon sucking a man who was stroking while he watched us. The Cub reaches under Perry and works his nipples. I fuck him hard. Then slower. And hard and long, once again. The Cub soon moves over, as a man wants to feed Perry his cock as I continue to ram into him. I love seeing his other hole full of dick. Even if it’s only for a moment. I stop, pull out and eat his ass again. His hole is so wet now. I can’t get enough of it on my tongue. But I make myself stand up and fuck him another round. Just as I’m about to ask if he wants to get on his back to give his knees a break, Perry asks for a moment. I pull out and he disappears. Uncut is back—having watched the second fuck. He has brought a slim young Black man to me. The young man kneels and hungrily tastes Perry’s juices on my cock. “Fuck him,” says Uncut. “He loves big white dick.” The young man nods and strips. I get him on all fours, too, the moment he’s naked. I eat his hole as he swallows Uncut’s cock. I stand up and smear some precum of mine on his hole. “You want me raw?” I ask. He grunts an affirmative around the dick in his mouth. I press forward. My cock eases in. It inches its way into his ass. The young man stops sucking, concentrating on opening his hole for me. It works. He takes the last two inches with a sigh. He pants—and begins to suck Uncut again. I take it as my sign to fuck. I love how different he feels from the more experienced man I was just in. But he takes me like a champ. “I’m gonna cum,” say Uncut. “Feed it to him,” I bark out. “I’m gonna shoot it on his back. Use it for lube.” I look at Uncut’s smile and nod. Uncut jumps up on the table and shoots a massive load all over the young man’s back. His cum is very white on the dark skin of younger guy. When he’s shot his last jet of jizz, I pull out. I mop it up with my hand and coat my cock. “Give him my cum,” grunts Uncut. “Please…” whispers the bottom. I glide into his ass. It’s a wonderfully slippery fuck now. I love the feel of his tight ass and all that semen. It’s a mind fuck for the young man. He begins jerking himself wildly. In moments, he unloads all over the table. “Please, you have to stop…” I do. But I don’t let him move until I have felched some of Uncut’s load out of his hole… (Lots more to come next time.) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: New Year's Eve Tail (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 12, 2023

Sounds like you enjoy Topping most .... for the bottoms, there is one rather crucial (to me, anyway) component, which would involve "planning ahead". Once that ritual has been performed though, every guy is empowered to rawfuck every other guy that wants loads up his gut, and it's one of the most liberating, exciting aspects of our lives !!

I'm always amazed that guys who have 'always' safe sex want raw sex with me, whether giving or taking a load 😄 😎 🙂 😛

Same here. As far as I know that is. I've been an active cocksucker for over 21 years...

So this weekend has been a big sex marathon. And last night I received a .5 slam of really high-quality meth. As the admin prepared to launch me the host of our small party put his mouth over my dick.,then as I was injected, he began seriously to suck me. As the rush hit, he got my first load of the night. It drove me crazy!

[think before following links] https://twitter.com/i/status/1189781580199280640 seeded by alpha....nice!

AGREED! Jayne nailed it. I miss the baths, some of my best sexual experience, including losing my “cherry” occurred in a Denver bathhouses 😢

Several years ago, I flew to Philly to hook up with a guy I was chatting with online. I think I spent five days there. And one of those days was spent at club Philly. An amazing time was had by all, and I was had by many! Funny, he moved to Florida in the last year!

If you're here on a Sunday afternoon, Lateshift from 2pm is also good fun - varied mix of guys all there to fuck. Centurion can get a bit like everyone is walking round waiting for some adonis to turn up and they never end up having much fun...I'm more a bend over and stick it in kinda guy so prefer Lateshift.

Agree with this. It’s why I love older men. I had one guy keep telling me I was going to get pregnant, and after he came in me he told me to put my legs up and lay on my back to help his sperm I’m pregnant me. He was a very verbal man!

Your stories are amazing. I have busted 2-3 loads a day for years to your stories. So hot! Love the dynamics .

Oh hell yeah. I live very nearby a well known University, within walking distance of the dorms and frat houses. I have regularly hosted evening anon, walk in breeding scenes over the years. I get an incredible mix of hot students, some experimenting, some drunk (frat boys) and some already comfortable in their skin as gay men who are just into hard core fucking a hole. They are also generally comfortable with the coming and going of others, so its not unusual to have an 18 year old cock in my mouth and a 19 year old cock in my ass. They often have great stamina and I've had plenty of guys come by early in the evening before they go out with friends and then text asking if they can come back late at night and dump another load. Maybe 1 in 20 asks about condoms. They either don't care (unlikely) or are on PrEP (school health clinic hads out PrEP like Halloween candy. It was much easier to line up 15 or 20 students with the old Craigs List, but I find with a bit of effort of Grindr, Scruff and Sniffies, I can still put together a pretty awesome gang bang.

The stud looked down at me, “Take a hold of it.” My hand hesitated as I reached for his humungous cock, totally engorged with blood at this point. I swear it had grown another inch at least from when I measured it. I wrapped my hand around it, but my fingers just barely touched, and definitely not comfortably. It was so thick and juicy. “Stroke it,” he condescended. I began running my hand up and down the length of his cock, moist from the hot day and his yard work. “That’s how a cock is supposed to feel in your hand. Meaty, big, like mine. You enjoying that?” I couldn’t tell him. I didn’t know. All of this was so new. I knew that I didn’t want it to be happening. I was terrified of what was coming, and I was humiliated to know that I would never be able to satisfy another person as a man. There was a feeling in my stomach though, a fluttery feeling. An uncontrollable excitement at being completely robbed of my power of choice, of submitting totally to another man. There was a freedom in it, an empowerment in being able to shed the pressure and worry of measuring up. I didn’t measure up, but I could offer my holes without feeling the need to compete or prove myself. I figured that I must enjoy stroking his cock because I was still doing it and he wasn’t egging me on. With a small cursory nod I answered his question and then tried to quickly change the subject by asking, “What does the tattoo mean?” The black and red emblem that I had seen in doctors' offices and biology labs for years was right at eye level, staring me in the face. It seemed to be warning me…but of what? “I’ll tell you what,” the beast licked his lips. “When you’ve given your ass over to all of my cock; when your pussy rings have stretched and open enough so that your smooth little bubble butt is pressed up against that tattoo, I’ll tell you what it means.” I had been looking at him while he spoke, my eyes crinkling more and more with concern as he talked about the intention of putting that entire part of his anatomy into my tight pink asshole. His eyes rolled back in his head and grabbed his cock away from me, jerking it at the speed of light and growling, “Uhhhh, those little looks of fear you give me, get me so fucking hard and horny.” And with that, he squeezed his thumb down the entire ten-plus inches of his shaft and a bead of sticky fluid peaked out of the hole at the end of his penis. It formed a full pearl of pre-cum, hanging onto the opening of his cock and had soon created a drip about a half inch long dangling from the slit. “Take a taste.” “What?” I stammered, not ready for this. “Stick out your tongue and lick that juice from the end of this hole wrecker.” I just froze. “I swear to God, if you waste that drip of pre-cum and let it fall to the floor, not only will I shove your face down there to lap it up so fast and so hard that you’ll have a bloody lip, but I will stick my entire fuck stick into you dry and fuck a hole into your colon. Get licking.” And I could tell he was serious about hurting me so I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward on my knees. I pushed my tongue against the end of his bulbous head and transferred the sticky substance from his hole onto my tongue. His taste filled my mouth immediately, this sweet and salty nectar that immediately got my tiny dick harder and made me inadvertently open my thighs a bit to allow anything and anyone easier access to my back door, but also made me feel trashier and used, nothing but a worthless receptacle for a real man’s bodily fluids. But I didn’t mind feeling that way. His taste lingered in my mouth but was too weak to incite the feelings again. I reached out for his dick, trying to squeeze another dollop onto my tongue, and managed a smaller, equally delicious drop. I released his pole and moved my tongue around my mouth trying to expose my taste buds to as much of the stuff as I could. With a small laugh, my attention was brought back to the man that owned me for the afternoon just to settle a $20 pool debt. His enjoyment of my desire for the shit coming out of his dick was apparent and he smiled that smile at me. “Go ahead and suck it. Give it a good taste. Worship a real man by taking his cock where ever he wants to put it.” “I don’t know how to suck cock.” I didn’t. I was being honest. I had never done it, and he was so big. I wouldn’t do it well, I knew I wouldn’t. And I was scared about what it meant if I did. He simply said, “So you’ll learn. And you’ll learn fast. The better you are at it, the longer it is before I violate your other hole.” My ass clenched at the mention of being torn open by his oversized tool and my stomach fluttered at having it be called my “other hole.” I accepted what he said by nodding as I approached his 10 incher, slowly opening my mouth. “Open bigger than that, boy.” I stretched my mouth wider, and felt the soft velvety skin of his mushroom head push through my lips. Again, he tasted of sweat and work. Not dirty, but clean fresh sweat (Again, I would find out the difference later with some of my other clients that tasted of dirty sweat.) This man’s taste consumed me, especially when his helmet was against my soft pallet and my tongue was rubbed against by the spongy, damp skin of the steel-like shaft. “That’s a good rookie cocksucker,” he coached. “Now suck on it a bit. Pretend you wanna’ suck something from my balls through my dick like a straw.” I began giving the portion of his cock I had in my mouth some suction, doing exactly what he said by pretending that I was sucking on a straw. The taste of his pre-cum flooded my mouth again, this time more than the first drip. I felt like a whore and sucked harder. “That’s a good hole. Now bob your head a bit. Be sure to keep those teeth out of the way. Good faggot boy, pretend your mouth is a pussy and fuck yourself with my meat.” I bobbed my head just like he said, trying to take more of it, but not really getting that much of his endowment in my mouth. “Now this is important,” he schooled. “Don’t be all neat and prissy about your blow jobs. Let them get messy. Let the saliva flow, let it run out onto the cock, over your face, never swallow that shit back down. The only thing you swallow is puke if you should gag that much on it. Don’t ever fucking throw up on my dick. You train your fucking throat better than that.” I continued to bob and suck, letting the saliva building up in my mouth go where it wanted. There wasn’t enough room in my mouth for his gigantic piece and all that saliva so it began to run down the top of the 6 inches of his cock not yet in my mouth hole and all over my chin, dripping and falling down onto my sore red boy tits and my eight pack. I felt his hand run through my hair, and then his fingers entangled themselves in my tresses, reclaiming the power and control of how much cock each of my orifices would be consuming. My eyes shot up to look at him, immediately tearing and pleading with him to have mercy. Slight pain in my hair straining against my scalp signaled me to meet his pelvic thrusts with my mouth. His throbbing pole began hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag and choke. I remembered what he said so I focused on not letting myself puke. My hands reached forward to brace myself against his thighs, muscled and defined from sports and work…and I’m sure, from fucking every hole attached to a hot person. Spit was running like a waterfall down my chin and over my torso. My eyes were watering so tears were streaming down my face and snot was dripping from my nose uncontrollably. Bubbles were forming and popping all around the entrance of my mouth where his cock picked up speed in its invasion of my face. I continued to look up at him, embarrassed of all of these things, embarrassed to be emitting so many unattractive fluids all over my face, my mouth distorted by another man’s horse cock. But he would have none of that. “Forget about it, cunt, let it go. You look like such a slut. Ashamed that you have tears, snot, and spit all over your face. And all because of my cock. Just think, your girlfriend never looked like this because your dick can’t do this. She coulda’ flossed with your pathetic dick, but this is what a man can do. Reduce a pussy boy to a choking, gagging whore with red teary eyes, a runny nose, and a mouth stretched beyond recognition. So just accept it. Fucking relish the freedom of letting those juices flow, of being covered with spit and semen and piss and snot just to please another man, a real man. Come on, let it go. Let it go.” My mind was racing, but I figured that this was happening one way or the other, so I might as well listen to him. He had far more experience in this than I did. He sounded like he was trying to help me make it easier on myself, albeit a bit cruelly. So I tried. I stretched my increasingly tiring mouth even wider, tried to think of yawning in order to open my throat, and stopped trying to blink away the tears or sniffle up the snot. He immediately felt my mouth and throat give in, “That’a boy…” He really began skull fucking me, the helmet of his tool plungering in and out of my virgin throat. Everything was flowing…tears poured out of my eyes, mucus bubbled, dripped, and dried as I fought to breath through my nose, and saliva just gushed, splattered, and spilled in long strings from my chin and his cock onto my body and the floor. As I gagged, I prevented myself from throwing up, but I would cough up bile from deeper inside of me that inevitably would spill out over my chin and down my torso. I could hear the sounds of wet suction in my mouth and throat as I took him farther into my gagging orifice until suddenly, I felt his low hangers slapping against my chin. I couldn’t believe it. There was enough of his ten and half inches in my little mouth so that his balls could swing and hit my chin. “That’s a good little whore. Let me skull fuck you, you stupid little slut. You fucking cock socket.” And he just kept pushing into my mouth, invading my throat, his balls hitting my wet chin in rhythm and sending small showers of spit into the air, spraying my face and his hips. The friction and the repeated stabbing into my throat was wearing me down so in retaliation, I reached my hands around to the back of his thighs and his ass, and I don’t know what I was thinking but I pulled him into me, rooting his cock deep in my throat. I dug the fingers of my right hand into his chiseled ass and grasped his right hamstring with a wanton need, not letting him move, just keeping almost 5 inches of his dick in my esophagus. Somehow it occurred to me that I could pulse my aching throat around his cock and so I squeezed his snake with my throat to keep him satisfied with the lack of movement. I kept re-emphasizing my need to have him lodged in my gullet by forcefully caressing and kneading his leg and ass. I was being reduced to a 20 dollar whore. “Holy fuck, you are a cock lover. Look at you using your throat like a pussy trying to milk a baby out of me. You are such a dumb little fuck toy. You just love that dick, don’t you?” He waited. I couldn’t believe he wanted me to answer. I was engulfed on his cock! His hands held firm on my head and I was starting to feel a bit suffocated. “Come on, faggot, answer the question. You just love that dick, don’t you?” I pushed back on his hand, but he didn’t budge. “Ah ah ah, answer me with that cock in your throat. You can do it.” I was starting to get that panicky feeling because my limited air supply was becoming uncomfortable. I struggled and whimpered a little bit. “No you don’t. You don’t come up from that cock until you answer me and I can understand what you said. You just love that dick, don’t you?” I quickly tried to say, “Yes, Sir,” but it was completely unintelligible. I didn’t even understand it and I was the one saying it. “I couldn’t understand that,” he taunted. “Be a lot more articulate than that.” I was starting to get scared that he would never let me breathe. I mustered all my energy and said as clearly as I could, “Yes, Sir.” He released my head as he said, “That’s what I thought, bitch.” I sputtered and choked as I sucked big breaths of air in. Stroking his glistening shaft with long, smooth gestures, he circled me like a shark, collecting the slime from his tool in his hand. He grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back, my mouth instinctively flying open as the ceiling became my focal point. I felt his other hand scoop up the spit that had pooled on my body, adding to the collection from his dick. He then moved up to my face and scooped up all of the stringy saliva, bile, and snot from my cheeks and chin. Leaning over my still gaping mouth, he force fed me the goo in his hand, and then added to the cocktail by hawking up a loogey and expertly spitting it in my mouth. “Swallow it, slut.” I brought my lips together and gulped down the disgusting mixture. It certainly didn’t taste good, but my dick jumped and my ass twitched so I knew it was something that I craved. My tongue lashed out and looped around my mouth in search of any extra saliva, precum, or dried snot that I could ingest. My captor was obviously please with my submission and released my hair, continuing to circle me. Finally, he placed his forearms on the back of the couch and bent over. Somehow, even in this typically vulnerable position, he looked masculine and powerful. His hairy legs bulged and tensed as he bent his knees so that his sculpted ass was more exposed. Both of his cheeks quivered slightly, the muscles flexing in waves as he maneuvered into a comfortable position that he would be able to maintain for a while. The hair on his ass looked soft and silky, the skin beneath glistening with the same sweat that I had encountered everywhere else on this bull. A deep crevice cut through the rounded globes of his ass leading to his asshole. An asshole not like mine, not meant to have things in it. Not meant to be used by other men in lieu of jerking off. Not meant to be used as an alternative to a urinal. That’s what my pretty pink asshole was for, not his. His brown pucker stared straight at me, expectantly. It was a tight, manly starfish of an asshole lightly circled with wispy brown hair. “Don’t just look at it, faggot. Eat it.” “You haven’t showered though.” “I’m gonna’ fuckin’ beat your ass, you stupid whore. A fuck hole that I own for the afternoon shouldn’t give a shit whether I showered or not.” His mention of shit made my mind spin. What if he had pooped before I got there. I definitely didn’t want to taste THAT! He interrupted my thoughts, “You need to get your whore-ass tongue out of your slutty mouth and into my butt or I swear to God I will put things up your ass that you’ll have to go to an emergency room to get out. Don’t think I’m kidding. I once kicked a bottom out that door because I had forced him to take a baseball up his ass and he couldn’t push it out. I told him to come back when he strengthened his cunt muscles and sent him on his way.” I knew he wasn’t joking so I just mustered up my courage and smooshed my face into his ass. Fuck, was he musky. No shit smell at all, but the pungent fragrance of a truly masculine man. The way his sweat meshed with his body’s chemistry turned what could have been B.O. into something aromatic, earthy, and truly delicious. My mouth literally watered and I knew I needed to taste it as well as smell it. I inhaled deeply to have the smell strong and fresh in my nostrils as I spread his muscular cheeks with my hands, planting my open mouth on his waiting anus. “Yeah, lick it like a full service bottom should,” he encouraged. Feeling the need to enjoy as much of his musk as possible, I slobbered over his hole, crack, and glutes. I gently bit his ass, running my tongue back and forth, and then pressing it into his hole, feeling his tender unfucked insides against my exploratory tongue. Legs shaking, he growled and beat his meat as his rented property slurped and sucked his ass. I must have done this for five or ten minutes and would have been content to keep going, although the muskiness was starting to dissipate much to my disappointment. However, he had other plans. He looked back over his shoulder at me munching away on his shitter like a kid eating his favorite meal and said matter-of-factly, “Okay, now it’s time to split open your tight little cunt.” I looked up from his ass, my face slick with my own saliva that now tasted and smelled like his ass musk, scared and helpless. He just grinned.

The bull took a hold of my tank top and tore it almost completely down the back. As the tattered shirt fell off my shoulders, he turned around, pressing me against the couch and clamped his mouth over one of my nipples. He began to suck and bite it making me whimper and moan. My dick was rock hard now as my shirt fell to the floor around my feet. His fingers found my other nipple and he flicked and scraped it with his fingernail as he continued to service my other pec. I clawed the back of his head and his broad back, needing the attention his mouth was giving. He came up for air and I looked down at my left nipple swollen, wet, and beat red. It seriously looked like one of my girlfriend’s nipples and that was the first time I realized the degree to which he was going to emasculate me. He snarled at me, “Just like a girl, likes to get his tits worked, huh?” I shamefully whispered back, “Yes.” He slapped my face and corrected me, “Yes, Sir.” At first I was taken aback, my cheek stinging and a bit angry, but when I looked back at his steely gaze, I knew I had deserved the slap for being such a sissy boy. “Yes, Sir,” I exhaled, trying strangely to please him. Instead, he spat a huge wad of saliva that splattered on my mouth, nose, and cheek, and then bit his teeth onto my other nipple, smearing the spit all over my face with one of his hands. As he chewed on my swelling nipple, one his hand roughly opened my legs, assuring me that there would be no asking this afternoon, no choices, no gentle nudges. He was intent on owning my body and using my holes as he saw fit. I felt like a whore, obligated to let him do what he wanted for a price. The price being $20. That’s what my ass and mouth were worth, my dignity, my manhood. And my father had determined the price. His hand reached between my muscled thighs and found my asshole, still slick with his spit. He nuzzled his fingers between my cheeks mumbling, “Fucking hot bubble butt,” and then continued to slurp on my chest while he pushed one of his fingers into my virgin ass. Nothing besides his tongue had ever been in there, and I began to pull away, yelping from the pain this small invasion was causing. His free hand shot up and caught me tightly around the neck, forcing me back down onto his finger. “Bigger than that’s going in there, boy, so you better just relax and get used to having things in your shitter,” he snarled, not looking up at me, just taking his mouth off my nipple long enough to say it and then return to making my nips puffy and blood-engorged, feminizing me further. His digit dug around inside of me, pressing against the tender walls of my ass, pushing into my insides trying to find where he met resistance, where he could push through flaps of tissue, where he could put pressure that would make me moan or whimper. Although it hurt, he knew where to push up inside of me to keep my dick jumping. I had never precum before but I felt wetness emerging from my piss slit. The finger started pistoning into my hole, making me whine a little with every jab into me. He kept fingering my hole, but brought is face in front of mine. He snickered at me, “You sound just like my ex-wife’s sister when I used to fuck her. Same fucking noises.” I looked into his eyes, my own eyes wide, in disbelief that I was letting another man treat me the way a girl was supposed to be treated. His eyes were hard and unforgiving, taking what he wanted, knowing I would submit, knowing he was stronger than me. More of a man. He pulled his finger out abruptly, which made my ass and legs shake with a sensation that combined both pleasure and pain. Before I knew it, he forcefully shoved his fingers, including the one that had just been in my ass, into my mouth. He scooped the fingers around my mouth cavity and over my tongue. I choked and gagged a bit, confused, but he just as abruptly pulled his fingers out and returned two of them to hole, shoving both back into my chute. I howled for a second, but he just planted them there, firmly against a spot that made me start to mewl. “This is just the beginning, boy. Do you know how good your cunt tasted? It was perfect - I can’t wait to turn it inside out. I’m going to wreck your fucking pussy so that I’m the only one that can get you off … and you keep crawling back here, begging me to fuck out your sloppy mancunt. You know what your mancunt is?” I didn’t answer, just sucked in a jagged breath not wanting to fuel his abuse. He waited a few moments for my reply, and when none came he crammed a third finger into me, growling, “This is your mancunt.” I whimpered and bit my bottom lip, feeling my asshole be stretched around almost this entire stranger’s hand. It was definitely humbling. “You know what your mancunt is now?” he baited. I looked down, ashamed, “Yes,” I said almost inaudibly, taking a glance at my nipples, red and protruding like a bitch in heat. But his line of questioning wasn’t done. “And what goes in your mancunt?” I knew the answer. I didn’t want to know the answer and I hated myself for immediately knowing the correct response, but I could feel his pinky and thumb getting itchy and I knew he would use me like a sock puppet if I wasn’t forthcoming. So I looked up at him, and almost pleaded for him to be kind, “Anything that you say goes in it.” “Don’t think those puppy dog eyes are going to make me take it easy. Come on, stud, you’re a big jock boy, you can take a sticking and keep on licking, can’t you?” He emphasized his open mockery by splaying the three fingers in my ass, widening the stretch in my anal cavity and making me feel like I had to pee or cum or both. “Your mancunt is good for one thing. Getting real men off. Remember that for later.” And with that, his three fingers slipped out of my ass and were shoved immediately into my mouth. My throat immediately tried to expel them, but he stayed firm and I was pinned to the back of the couch. “Clean ‘em off, whore. Learn to enjoy the taste of any ass, you worthless cum catch.” I had no choice and I closed my lips around his knuckles and he coached me through sucking on his fingers and using my tongue to get the slime from between each digit. I mean, his fingers weren’t that deep inside me (thought they felt like they were) so mostly it just tasted like old saliva. It was mostly the thought that made me gag, but I quickly got over that for the sake of getting my mouth back. “It’s lunch time,” my dominator informed me and lifted his arm above his head, leaving his pit completely exposed thanks to the sleeveless shirt he wore. As his torso stretched I spied the very top of a red and black tattoo peaking above the waistband of his sweats, but I couldn’t see enough of it to tell what it was. “Dig in,” he nodded his head in the direction of his open armpit. My face crinkled in confusion. He grabbed the back of my head with the other hand and jeered, “I said, bon appetite, fuck twat,” and he buried my face in his pit. The hair under his arm was soaked with sweat, pearling on the skin around the damp patch. The odor was strong. Not bad, just strong. A testament to the hard work he must have been doing before I showed up. Mowing the lawn, pulling weeds, hammering nails into a fence patch. My nostrils were filled with his pheromones and the remnants of his masculine chores. He jerked my head sternly and I took my cue. I began licking and sucking his arm pit. Such a strong taste. Not the bitter taste of deodorant as I would experience later with some of my other clients, but the overwhelming bouquet of man scent. It was the smell at the gym, or in the school locker room, or of one of my buddies after a pick up game of hoops that (I didn’t realize until that moment) always got me horny. As his intoxicating scent got me harder and harder, I went to town on his pit, using my full tongue to swipe the entire surface area of his under arm. He loosened the grip on my head, and eventually began to go back and forth between my nipples, tweaking them and rolling them between his fingers, increasing their irritation and my pleasure. I finally looked up at him breathless, panting with my mouth and cheeks covered in a thin film of my own saliva and his sweat. With one hand, he grabbed a hold of my bottom jaw and shook it slightly, “Good boy, you’re starting to learn your place.” He released my face and gave it a light slap, He gave my right nipple one more pinch and noticed my tenting jock strap. “And you’re getting hard, faggot boy. Let’s see that little pecker of yours. Come on, show it to me. Mister Big Man with the girlfriend…you can show it to her and she’s supposed to be impressed enough to date your ass, show it to me.” I reached down to the side of my jock strap, and for the first time I noticed the outline of his cock down the leg of his sweats. I had been in such a complete state of shock the past five minutes or so, I hadn’t even given a thought to how big his dick was. And he still wasn’t going to give me time to contemplate it, snapping, “Come on, you little cum dump, show me your dick.” I pulled the side of my jock strap aside and my penis popped out, fully erect and hard as a rock. The guy started laughing. He pointed and laughed. Now I know there were other guys in the locker room bigger than me, but my girl friend had never complained. Well, at least not to me, I guess, considering she was supposedly banging my dad. My father’s friend continued to laugh and point, “You call that a dick? That’s a weenie at best, and definitely not a cock. Wait a minute.” He opened a drawer in the island of the kitchen and returned with a measuring tape. “Measure it, pussy boy.” I looked up at him pathetically. “Come on, big man, it looks rock hard to me, ain’t getting any bigger than that. Now’s the time to measure that monster,” he said mockingly. I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well, and I sheepishly took the measuring tape from him. I placed one end at the base of my penis and stretched it as taut as I could to the tip of it. There was a reason I had never measured my package and this was why. Looking up at him, I saw him register the number and bust out laughing. “Five? Five fucking inches? Actually, if you look closely, four and seven-eighths, not even five! Are you joking with that thing? How do you think you’re good for anything BUT taking dick? Who the fuck are you going to satisfy with that tiny thing? Certainly not your girlfriend as we just read. I’m not sure there’s ANY woman that would be able to get off on that. And I can’t imagine a guy with any dignity that would let you top him. You wanna’ see a real dick?” With one gesture, he pulled his sweat pants down to mid-thigh. Out bounced a gigantic piece of meat. He slowly slipped his shirt off to allow me time to take it in. This thing was only semi-hard at this point, but it was thick and juicy, and for as much hair as he had on his torso and powerful arms, his crotch was nice and managed. Not manicured or shaved, but tight and groomed, emphasizing the perfectly shaped mammoth cock bobbing between his thighs, propped up by a pair of lightly haired balls about the size of golf balls so full of the fluid that would be pooled in my guts in less than two hours that they pulled the skin of his scrotum, bowing it in at the top and tapering out where his two baby-makers swung pendulously. I could also finally see the full tattoo in a small area on his pelvic bone, naturally sparse with hair. It was a red and black symbol like the ones in biology class where we put anything contaminated. I couldn't figure out what would make him get that inked on his body unless it was just an intimidating tattoo that matched his dominating persona. I was in the middle of trying to sort out the possibilities when he shoved the tape measure into my hands again. “Measure it.” I stepped forward. “On your knees,” he qualified the position in which I would be measuring his cock. I was shaking as I got to my knees and reach my hands forward to measure his gigantic phallus. I have NEVER touched another guy’s cock before, much less one this huge. I placed the end of the measuring tape at the base of his member causing it to jump slightly from the attention. I startled a bit and lurched back. He chuckled, “It’s not gonna’ bite you. What it’s gonna’ do to you hurts a lot more than biting.” The sadistic grin. I pulled the measuring tape loosely to the tip of him and my eyes got big when I saw the number. “Read it to me, boy.” I looked up, my face just inches from his manhood, the measuring tape still in my hands stretched to an absurd number. “Nine.” “Read it again,” he insisted. “Nine and a quarter,” I read more accurately. “That’s better. And I’ll save you the trouble. It’s seven around, eight at it’s thickest; the thickest being that mushroom head you’re staring at. And that fucker’s not even fully hard yet. You better fix that quick.” With that, he relieved me of the tape measure, throwing it in the open drawer and swung his rod back into my face, slapping me in the cheek with it and making as loud a sound as when he lightly slapped me. The thing had so much heft to it that it actually stung a bit when it smacked my cheek. “So now let’s get on the same page,” he began. “Are you a man?” I looked up into his face. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, demanding an honest response. I looked to his intimidating tool gradually filling with blood and then looked down at my dwarfed boydick that looked more like an enlarged clit when compared to his monster. I pulled the fabric of the jock back over my crotch, hiding my pathetic package and replying, “No, I’m not.” “Am I a man?” “Yes, Sir.” “Why?” “Because you have a big dick.” “That’s right, pussy boy. It’s all about your dick. You need to accept that you don’t have a dick to offer, you have your holes. That means you’re not even a Beta Male, you’re a bottom bitch who services any real man that wants to get off. Understand?” A tear rolled down my face, “Yes, Sir.” “Good bitch. So now, where is my big dick going?" I hated the fact that my ass hole twitched in anticipation, knowing the answer. “It’s going inside of my ass.” “You ever been fucked before?” I swallowed hard, “No.” He smirked, “Well, you’re fucked now.” The sadistic grin. PART 3 COMING SOON.