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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.

We met at the local park and checked each other out. He was a computer geek, 27, short choppy brown hair, and thick glasses. The only thing he didn't have was a pocket protector. But that's okay. Alan is cute. Plus, he’s real thin, something I prefer in a bottom. And NEG. Make that past tense. He sported a good eight inches. Too bad he never got to use it. Anyway, we hit it off. And I really wanted his ass. His place wasn't free, and neither was mine. He claimed to have roommates, but I suspected he lived at home. So we went to a local motel. We chatted awhile, but I grew impatient. I pushed him down on the bed, and kissed him all over, and tore off his clothes. He was naked in less than five minutes. Alan was smooth and very thin. I felt his rib cage against me as I devoured his tits. His moans were suppressed and subdued, probably from constantly having family around. Regardless, I ravished his body, licking and teasing and nipping everywhere. I wanted to get him ready to plow. I knelt at the foot of the bed, and gave him a blowjob. I freed up my cock and lathered it with my precum. I had Alan writhing and whimpering. I moved my mouth to his hole, and he nearly shot off the bed. He moaned and raised his ass to my lips and told me how great it felt to be rimmed. Soon, his Geek-Pussy was pulsing against me, begging for cock. I lubed up my Death-Dick and lifted his legs. I looked him straight in the eyes and plowed into his mancunt. His face twisted in agony as he stretched to accommodate me. “Wanna be fucked?” A rhetorical question. I was already inside him, and it was gonna happen if it hadda be rape. “Pleeease,” he whispered. I grabbed his tits and twisted ‘em hard. His mouth formed into an "O" as the pain and the pleasure hit him. With him distracted, I slammed into him. He screamed, but it came out as a yelp. I grinned down at him and started my Power-Fuck, bouncing him on the bed like a lifeless rag-doll. My POZ cock knocked the shit out of him as my dick shredded his hole. His choppy hair sweaty, lay plastered against his forehead; his thick glasses, askew on his face. I straightened up, and grabbed him by the back of the neck. Reflexively his thin arms flew about me as I pivoted him onto my pole. His full weight plunged down on my pubes, as I plowed away at his delectable manpussy. “Oh God!” he cried, as I stabbed at his prostate. I watched in the cheap motel mirror, aroused at the sight of this 130 pound NEG impaled on my leaking POZ pole. If only he knew of the joys I wished to imbue! I clamped on his neck and bit into him like a fucking CHARGED vampire, leaving a blood-filled POZ hickey on the base of his neck. I wondered how he’d explain that to Mommy and Daddy. Alan started to quiver, as grunts escaped from deep in his psyche. A wetness splashed on my stomach, and I looked down to find him spurting NEG cream. With each jab from my pole came another ass spasm and another splash of impotent NEG jizz. I hoped I could cure him of that. After 5 or 6 spurts, he quivered and went limp. I ignored the pain in his face and his half-baked complaints he couldn’t take anymore. I was a man on a mission. Ten minutes later, I fired off my own pent-up volley—shooting gobs of POZ jizz up his well-abused ass. We lay quiet and cuddled, 20 minutes or more, before I screwed him again. I tried to make the second fuck even more brutal, and Alan didn’t protest. He’d learned what to expect and what he deserved. I gave him my number and told him to call, that the next time we’d do it at my place. All told, the afternoon cost me $45 and the pocket-protector I had committed to buy. In return, I hope it costs Alan…YOU KNOW.

When asked, I tell people that I'm about 90% top, but when I need it up the ass, I need it bad. One night after barefucking my boyfriend senseless, I got that craving. I went to work eating out my boyfriend's cummy hole and spit my load into my hand. I fingered my load into my ass, climbing onto my boy's throbbing hard cock. I managed to get a few inches in when his cock started shriveling up. My boy is almost exclusively a bottom, and has NEVER been able to cum by fucking me. I was disappointed, but not upset. He pulled me off his softened dick and pulled me up to his face, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He licked my ear, whispering, “You want that hole filled, don't you? I've got an idea...” He reached for the lube, and squirted some on his fingers and worked it into my hole. I wriggled around hoping that his fingers would be enough to scratch my itch. He got a smallish butt plug and worked it into my ass. It slipped right in. “Get dressed... And wear your jockstrap...” I didn't know what his idea was, but I knew he was up to something when he started sending text messages to several friends on his phone. And by friends, I mean people who have used and wrecked his hole. I knew he had played bare at least some of the time. It was easy to figure out when he came home “after working late,” reeking of mansweat and with a cummy hole. I LOVED sinking my cock into his ass using some stranger's cum as lube, and working their load deeper and deeper into his gut. It always got me off in no time, so I never asked for details or complained. My boy and I have been on-again / off-again monogamous for a few years, and when he falls off the wagon, he falls off big time, hooking up with strangers in park bathrooms, going to sex parties, organizing gangbangs to fill his ass with cum. When we were both dressed he dragged me to the car and we drove to the wrong side of the tracks to an adult bookstore. I thought maybe my boy could fuck me if he had an audience. We went in to the front part of the store and looked at a few dildos. He bought one about 10” long for me, and a tube of silicone lube and we headed back past the more private cabins and into the theatre area. There was a bareback fuck film playing and a few guys scattered around the theatre; some guys were paired up and fooling around, some were jerking off alone. We headed to the front row and started making out. He unzipped my pants and swallowed my cock, pulling my jock's pouch to the side and slurping loudly. I unzipped his fly and fished out his tool, moaning as he sucked away. Our noises started to attract attention. Two guys came over. One stubbly dude in his 20s had his t-shirt pulled back behind his head revealing a tight chest sprinkled with blond fur and two deliciously pierced nipples. The other guy was shorter and thicker around the middle, a bit older, and darker. He pulled his shirt off and leaned forward to kiss me. The darker guy pulled his pants down and waved a massive uncut dick in my face. My boyfriend grabbed his cock and aimed it to my mouth and I greedily swallowed it down. My boy patted me on the back and went to work freeing the blond hunk's cock. In a few moments, we were both on our knees servicing these strangers. My boy sucked the hunk off quickly and was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. He pulled out the new 10” dildo and spit the hunk's wad all over it. I was pulled up to my feet, still blowing the guy as the hunk cheered us on. My boy handed the dildo to the hunk, who removed the buttplug in my ass and replaced it with the cummy dildo. “You like my load up there, pig?” I mumbled yes. “A dirty load for a dirty slut.” I wondered if meant dirty as in POZ... The guy in my mouth started grunting and filled my mouth with his seed. The hunk pulled the dildo out and held it to my face. “Spit!,” he growled at me and I did, covering the dildo with a second load of strangers' cum. The hunk plunged it into my ass. I shook all over as the dildo was shoved repeatedly into my ass. I was so hard thinking about those strangers' loads working their way into my gut. My cocked bounced all over. My boy shoved his dick in my mouth and I blew him as the hunk worked my ass. I knew I was about to cum and moaned as I shot my load onto the filthy theater floor. “Lick that up,” he told me, shoving my face to the floor, forcing me to eat my jizz. The two guys laughed and started picking up their things. The hunk scrawled his number on a piece of paper and handed to my boyfriend saying, “Call me the next time you want to share his hole.” My boy sat down in a theatre seat and pulled me towards him, facing him. He pulled the cummy dildo out of my ass and I sat down on his hard dick. He bounced me up and down on his cock as I moaned with my eyes closed. “Room for one more,” someone asked. I opened my eyes to see a tall beefy red head shaking a thick uncut cock at my ass. “Good to see you again, Mark. Glad you could make it. Let's double-fuck this slut!” “You know I don't pull out man. You still ok with that?” “I've taken your load already. If I didn't mind taking your POZ load why should he?” Damn! This POZ guy had bred my boyfriend and was about to breed me! My boy pulled me forward raising my ass up a bit higher. The redhead spit on his dick, pulled back his foreskin, and eased it to my stretched hole. He managed to shove the head in next to my boy's cock. I felt like I was being torn in two as he forced more and more of his bare cock into my ass. I was glad I had two loads of cum up there to help him work it in and out. The dildo had opened me up a bit, but still, I had never known such pain. My boy saw the tears streaming down my face and eased my higher until his dick plopped out of my ass. The redhead pulled me up to my feet so I was leaning forward onto the seat and plunged his dick back into me, using the waistband of my jockstrap like horse's reins. “Man, he almost feels loose without an extra dick in there. Give me that dildo!” My boy handed him the cummy dildo and slid it back in my ass alongside his own. He leaned over me, grunting into my ear. “You taken a POZ load before, slut?” “No...” “You let your boy take POZ loads and you never wanted POZ loads for yourself?” “Ugh....” was all I could say. “Well, you're gonna get one NOW!!!!!!!” I could feel his first volley of cum shooting into my hole. He pulled all the way out and shot a few more across my back and ass. My knees began to buckle as he worked his slimy cock over my hole, pushing his seed into my gaping hole. He pulled out the dildo and used it to mop his poisoned jizz into my ass. He slapped me across the ass a few times and spun me around to clean off his dick. I tasted the tang of blood mixed with my ass juices and his cum. My boy shook his hand and gave him a bear hug. “Hope the rest of the guys can make it. POZZING this slut is going to be fun!” How had I gone from having an itch that needed to be scratched to taking three loads in a bookstore, at least one of them POZ??? My heart was pounding as the curtains parted and three guys walked in. The saw my boy and me and walked directly over. “This the slut taking all loads?” My boy nodded and smiled. “Yeah. My boyfriend will be as big a slut as me when you POZ fuckers are done with him.” I shuddered to think at what would happen next. To be continued...

I started man on man sex in the late ‘80’s when I was in my mid 20’s and recently married to a woman. It was condom only for many years. In the mid 90’s, I discovered a bareback story website (I forget the name now) and found it a huge turn on. So was bareback porn. I got to where the porn had to be bareback or I couldn’t get off. Using the website barebackcity.com, I hooked up with a hot bear for the purposes of getting fucked raw and bred. I was immediately hooked. We hooked up a few more times after that but I started to get fucked raw more than wrapped with other guys. I hooked up with this hot bear years later and he told me he found out he was poz around the time he was breeding me. He had a hot flip fuck session, bare of course. I continued to mostly fuck BB until I got on prep in 2014. Luckily, I never got HIV before then. Now I only fuck bare. I stopped prep during the pandemic and haven’t bothered to get back on it.

Yessir, that's what a good bottom does. My warm hole holding a topman's seed.

i don't get sick that often, average is every 3 or 4 years i get something, and it usually lays me out... i don't even wanna get up, let alone roll over or clean out. i have to force myself to drink water just to stay hydrated. If i'm feeling that rotten, i'm not gonna want sex or to risk giving it to someone else.

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100% addicted to getting fisted now. I still love to get fucked but when a top is into opening up my ass with his hands as well it drives me wild. The last guy to fuck me ended up fisting me without even asking, he said I was just so sloppy that he couldn't resist. Which was absolutely fine with me!

My wife and I once had a side business flipping houses and mobile homes. We would go through them and fix them up, new paint, carpet, wiring up to code, fix plumbing, stuff like that. I had several fuck buddies around town and always made it a point to screw some guy in them before selling them on. Sometimes I would have several hook ups in the same place. They were convenient for hook ups and it felt like I was leaving my mark by leaving cum stains in a new carpet. One guy had a handyman business and I used to hire him to do repairs. One day I was at a local cruising spot and he was also there and obviously cruising so we fucked. He had a fantastic ass and we got together often often. I would hire him to do various jobs on different houses and we spent a lot of time with my dick buried in his sexy ass. Good thing he worked by bid on the jobs and not by the hour. He was younger and much hornier than me and was hooking up with other guys while "at work" on my jobs. One afternoon I sent my wife over to a mobile home we were getting ready to flip to check something and she caught my handyman and another dude in one of the bedrooms fucking. She was highly indignant over it and I had to find another handyman. Sadly, the new handyman was straight and not near as good at his job. I do the same with vehicles. I never felt like I truly owned it until I got a piece of ass in it. Even motorcycles. there's nothing like some bottom losing his nut on the seat while I am buried in his ass. I also stake my claim while hiking or backpacking. I will jack off if I don't have someone with me to fuck.

So you wanted more about Troy. I'll call this what's wrong with Troy. I know you pigs out there would like to think that Troy was over every night slamming me and breeding me. Sorry buddies but that was not the case. However, he was at my house all the time, we'd smoke and look for our separate fucks. He'd find his and take off and I'd do my thing. We became close enough that he had a key to my place. He needed it to bring his fuck toys to use in my guest room. I only had one rule, clean up your fucking mess. I have no idea what time it was, I was beat tired from a 16-hour shoot, up for at least 24. Passed out in my bed and sleeping like a baby, dreaming that someone was playing with my hole. It was definitely a hot sex dream. The touch was so real, the wetness of the thick finger pushing into me. Then there was a burning sensation, I knew it, the same as a booty bump. I remember thinking to myself, please don't wake up this dream is too hot. Then a push and oh fuck my hole was being opened and I hear, open up little cuz. Fucking Troy you're rapping me in my sleep. He pushed me down flat on my stomach as his cock goes balls deep. He tells me that little fuck got to spun so he dumped him. When he saw my ass his cock made a decision. He said and I quote "I'm high, horny, and need to cum. Just lay there and take it". Now let's think about this. This mother fucker came into my room, lubed my ass, and gave me a booty bump while I was asleep and you want me to just lay here? Hell no, now I'm horny from that bump he gave me. So I'm going to play his game and I say, stop or I'm going to tell my dad. He says, no one is home but us so take it. You know you want this cock, you always want it slut boy. Tell me you want it. I say I don't get off me. His trust gets harder, deeper. Tell me you want it. NO, get off. He kept telling me to tell him I wanted it, but I kept saying no, playing the game. He pulls out and flips me over, spreads my legs, and slams back into me, Tell me you want it. Ok, ok I want it. Now the two of us are at our high peak, the booty bump has taken full control over me and I want his cum. Were sweaty messy kissing, talking dirty about his thick 9 1/2 cut cock and my boy pussy. I remember him telling me to tell him to rape my pussy while mom and dad are gone. That I want him to get me pregnant. I tell him no I won't say that. That fires him up and he insists that I say it. NO! He becomes more forceful. My little 5'5 135 lb body is no match to his 6 foot 185 lbs. I'm being tossed around like jello. My hole starts to spasm, I lose it and start to beg Troy to bread me. Nothing is more important than cousin Troy's cum in me. Then he says it, Tell me to get you fucking pregnant. Get me fucking pregnant. Please Troy get pregnant. The next minute is haven as we both come down from the massive load he just pumped into me. We lay there and I ask him what the fucks wrong with you? He told me to shut up, I loved it.

Fuck, this was just like it was the first with my dad.

Just wondering if there’s any trans guys on here based in London who fancy some fun?

Another Real Experience (x 2!) PART TWO - the Porn Star and the Trucker Part Two, The Trucker So, as mentioned in Part One of this double post, I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid recently 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. Part One was about Scott O’Hara, now it’s time to talk about the Trucker… A few years back I was up by the New York/Connecticut border by I-84/684 for a workshop I was conducting. Knowing I’d be heading south in Upper Westchester I had contacted a pair of pig buds who have a home or actually, kind of more of a “compound” really, in the far north of Westchester to see if they’d want me to stop by for some parTy Time on my way home. They were very much up for it, so prior to the workshop I had cleaned out and I was wearing 501s, a black t-shirt and my engineer boots; which I knew would not be out of place at the Acting Workshop I was going to be conducting, strange as that may sound to some. I always got a bit horny conducting these workshops for the 18-20 year old theater students, so stopping at my friends’ place after was perfect. Perfect seldom stays perfect, and that’s what happened that evening. There was an electrical fire at the school where I was conducting the workshop which required clearing the building and ending the workshop an hour and a half early. I texted my buds to see if I could come early, something that normally would not have been too much of a problem, but they texted back that they were stuck in NYC and the train they’d be coming back on would not get them home for another 3 hours, and unusually, there was no one at their place that could let me in until they all arrived back together. Fortunately, they suggested that to pass a few hours until then, since going home and coming back would be flat out stupid and they did NOT want to give up our playdaTe, I should check out the Truck Stop on I-684 near Brewster. They said I could likely find some action to keep me busy and might even find someone hot to bring along for our session later. That sounded like a plan to me, so I headed my car in the direction of I-684. Now since I was a teenager, I’d had many a hot time at truck stops and rest areas all over the country, but interestingly though I’d played with Truckers among others at such locations, we’d always played in the woods, the men’s room itself, or gone elsewhere. Up until this time, in more than 20 years of hooking up at such places, I’d never been inside the cab of any Truck. I’d also had less chances to play at such places as the older I got, the far less time I spent driving all over the country for shows, and the far more time I spent at home in the NY metro area – where such locations with action and no hassle became fewer and fewer as the years went by. I pulled off the highway and rather than park with most of the few passenger cars, I parked further away and closer to the couple of big rigs that were there without making the location I chose totally suspicious. Checking to see that no one but someone in one of the rigs could see me, I pulled my small “travel pipe” out of my leather motorcycle jacket along with my torch and took a few quick hits of T. After blowing a couple of clouds, I cooled it off and carefully packed them back into the hidden special pockets hidden in the lining of my jacket, then zipped up and got out of the car. Once out, I pretty obviously adjusted the package in my 501s while pointedly looking in the direction of the parked rigs, and then sauntered toward the rest area building. There didn’t seem to be any obvious paths running back into the woods and so I assumed any action either occurred inside the building or inside the vehicles. Stopping to read pretty much every sign and map posted outside, I hoped I was at once giving a signal and at the same time wasn’t being too obvious. A smaller, wiry blond white guy in jeans, sneakers, denim jacket and cowboy hat stepped from the shadows behind me and quite obviously groped himself, showing a lot of package for a little guy. I groped myself in response and he jerked his head towards the men’s room, mouthing “follow me”. I followed into the men’s room and rather than going to one of the stalls he led me to the most remote urinals and whipped out his dick starting a heavy piss, while indicating me to do the same one urinal over rather than right next to him. Actually needing to piss as well, a minute passed while we both took care of business. The room seemed pretty deserted as I subtly looked around and he whispered, “lookin’ for action?” I nodded yes and he chuckled softly when he said, “…thought so when I saw you givin’ our girl Tina a kiss before getting out of your car. You okay talkin’ in my truck? This place ain’t too safe.” I nodded yes, and he indicated for me to follow. Trying not to be too obvious, I trailed about 20 feet behind him back toward my car and his truck. He continued past my car to the first rig parked closest to me. Checking to see that no one “inappropriate” might be watching, he popped the passenger door of the cab and told me to jump in. I got in quickly while he jumped up from the driver’s side and then pulled some shades down in the windows. He laughed a bit as he whipped out a glass pipe that was already loaded and took a nice big pull on it before handing it and his torch to me. “I’m only cool with lightin’ up right away ‘cuz I already seen you hit your own pipe earlier,” he said as I warmed the bowl and breathed in the curling white vapor. “Name’s Tom” he said as I blew out my cloud. I introduced myself and he asked what I was up to, and I told him my tale of my workshop ending early and my buds coming home late and looking to play until then, and the possibility of continuing later. He liked the sound of everything I said, but let me know that the rest area we were in had very recently become dangerous as it was being regularly patrolled by the State Police who came through on an almost predictable schedule at night. Any car like mine that was there without the driver inside on two consecutive trips through the lot was suspicious and they would begin to look for the driver assuming there was something going on. “We can play in my rig until your buds are ready for us, but we gotta’ get your auto out of here and elsewhere… there’s a diner right off the next exit where you can leave it for now and we’ll head back on goin’ north and park and play in the northbound rest stop until your buds call, then we’ll head back to your car, leave my rig in the truck parking at the diner and head to their place in your vehicle. Cool?” I nodded yes. “Then follow me bud.” He pulled the shades back a bit, took a look around the lot and since the coast was clear, indicated that I should hurry to my car. I did, and followed his truck as he pulled out of the lot. The next exit and the Diner were not too far away and I parked, grabbed my play bag, and walked over to his rig and got back in the front passenger seat. I got in and pulled the door behind me and laughed when he pulled his jacket aside to show he was naked from the waist down, except for his sneakers. “Pull them pants off and let me see what all I’ll be workin’ with this evening, while I get us someplace more private,” he suggested. As he pulled back onto the road I unlaced my boots and pulled my jeans and black jock strap down and off leaving them in a lump at my feet. My half-hard cock was surrounded by a black leather snap cock ring and he looked at me smiling, saying “fuck yeah”. He got back on the Interstate going north and headed for the northbound twin to the same rest area we met at. He pulled in and parked between to other rigs and proceeded to pull the shades back over the windows. He grabbed his kit with his pipe and pulled himself up into what looked like a loft above the main part of the cab, saying “come on up bud – the boots are hot but please leave ‘em down there, this ain’t the place for ‘em. In fact, get naked down there and just pull yourself up!” I ditched the rest of my clothes, while pulling my supplies and pipe from my jacket and popping them in my play bag and pulled myself up and into his bed/loft/whatever. When I got myself in and my eyes began to adjust, I saw there was a small screen playing some pretty hot looking BB gay porn, scattered pillows, a few bottles of lube and such, and Tom sitting cross-legged heating up the bowl of an even larger bong. He was a wiry little guy, as I said, covered with lots of tribal tatts and several body piercings, with a hairy chest and very hairy legs. Between his legs was a half-hard cock that appeared to be not particularly long, but nicely thick and HUGE balls that explained the big bulge he pushed in his jeans. I liked what I saw, he looked like fun, and the setting was VERY hot to me. He apparently liked what he saw too. I had worn my leather harness under my clothes, so it was in place and highlighting my pecs as I pulled myself over to him. “Fuck yeah, got me a leather muscle daddy… hot damn! I seen you blowin’ some huge clouds daddy, y’all ever share it – you know, shotgun?” “One of my favorite ways to indulge,” I let him know, before sucking in a huge hit, pulling his face to mine and slowly releasing a very large hit into his mouth while his eyes grew wider and wider. As we smoked we started stroking each other’s dicks, and feeling each other up. We chatted about what we were into, and we were both pleased to find the other versatile AND to find the other all ready to play – cleaned inside and out, with just some sweat and musk from the couple of hours since we’d each gotten prepped. Though the porn was hot and so was he, and he was definitely into me as well, it was a bit disappointing that we were both only semi-hard. I was about to scrounge a “vitamin v” from my play bag to split with him, when he stopped me and said he had something better. Seems he kept Caverject in his hidden supply area and though I’d only done it once before and was frankly wary of needles near my pride and joy, I let him shoot both our cocks with a shot and soon we both were sporting major solid wood. We sixty-nined our dicks, and then dove for the holes – he with as much enthusiasm for rimming a hairy hole as me! We took turns sucking, rimming and fucking each other, and passing around both of our pipes. He got on his radio for a bit and found another trucker in one of the other trucks who wanted to join us for a bit and shortly we had a third climbing into the rig and up to our perch… a big hairy bear of a man with a bit of belly, a big fat long cock, a heavy Boston accent, and a horny mind. He puffed up too and Tom gave him the cock shot, and soon he was happily switching back and forth from my hairy hole to Tom’s. He didn’t get fucked, but he was clean, so we each rimmed him while the other was being topped, and he was thrilled to be able to fuck both of us bareback – something he didn’t get to do too often. After dumping two loads, he took his leave of us, and we went back to pleasuring each other. I checked with my buds and sure enough they were on their way home from the train station and told us to head over, excited that I had managed to score a trucker to play with us. Tom pulled the rig back onto the highway, got off the next exit and got back on headed south. We passed the rest area where we met and continued to the next exit and headed for the diner. He locked his rig up in the rear of the diner lot where there were a couple of other trucks, and climbed into my car. Ten minutes later we pulled into the long hidden driveway of my buddies home and discovered my two pals – one a white bearish daddy, the other a younger tall lean Hispanic guy – along with their tenant Bobby who was another bear type, a hot trim Black guy and as usual, a twink who was already flying. Clothes flew, and we all headed to the hot tub outside, and proceeded to party, fuck, fist, suck, rim, double fuck and more until it was time for me to head out. My Hispanic bud promised to bring Tom back to his truck when they were done, and I headed home pleased that I had FINALLY had sex in a big rig!

Part 6 Tony’s first load frothed around Chris’ cock as he slammed his massive girth into my hole over and over again. My hole felt stretched but at the same time gloriously open, I could feel my ass lips clinging to his cock as he withdrew each time, I could feel his mushroom head massaging my intestines and it penetrated their previously unexplored depths. As Chris’ onslaught picked up its pace I found myself reduced to a whimpering writhing slut bottom, begging him over and over again to fuck me and give me his load. This only spurred Chris on, and he began to pull on the chains of the sling causing it to rock in such a way that the back swing of the sling met with his forward thrust each time ramming his cock into me even harder. I head the voices of men around me calling encouragements to Chris goading him on, telling him to destroy my hole. I had been part of the crowds before, cheering on a fellow top as I waited for my turn at some sluts dripping hole, and now here I was the dripping slut. My cock throbbed and my hole pulsed. “Yeah boy mike my cock.” Even as I felt my hole growing slacker from the constant pounding, blossoming around Chris’ impossibly thick cock I could see the crowd that was forming around me pressing in till soon a cock was pressed against my mouth. Greedily I began to suck on the cock I had been presented with, milking it for all I was worth. Chris began to growl as he hammered away at my hole; his thrusting becoming more and more erratic till finally he practically shouted, “Take my fucking load boy,” and slammed in balls deep as his cock began to rocket ropes of cum into my abused hole. After a few moments of recuperation Chris withdrew his cock but before I could miss it another took it’s place. So it went on for the next few hours, cock after cock was stuffed up my ass and down my throat. As soon as I thought it was over another cock would be pressed into my loose dripping sloppy hole. I had become the bottom I had always coveted. I have no idea how many loads I took or how many guys fucked me that night. The blonde next to me said that he thought it had to be close to forty guys and quite a few more loads then that sense most of them went at least twice. When I finally got home that morning, cum was still running down my legs from my gaping battered and bruised hole as I fell face first into my bed. I wreaked of sweat, sex, and cum and I was utterly satisfied and it was perfectly clear that I would never be a top again. I had found my place as a bottom slut and I was overjoyed to have found my place at last.

And now, Part II: My boyfriend had invited three POZ fuck buddy tops to the bookstore to fuck me raw. And now, three POZ studs just walked into the back room of the bookstore to find me on my knees on a cold filthy floor with three loads leaking out of my hole next to a cummy 10” dildo. My boyfriend jumped up and threw his arms around these guys. I got up on my knees as the three guys surrounded me. My boyfriend got to his knees beside me, as naked as I was, and undid the first guy's belt. He turned to me and shoved his tongue down my mouth. “You're gonna love Alex's cock. He can shoot a real mouthful and is always good for a second load.” Alex was hot. Maybe 20 years old, with a tight swimmer's build barely concealed under a tight shirt and even-tighter jeans. My boyfriend freed Alex's cock and out popped a beautiful cut 7” cock popping out of a nest of thick curly blond pubes. My boy put his hand at the base of my neck and drew my mouth to it. I slobbered away, gagging on his tool. With his pubes around my nose, Alex grabbed the back of my head and started hammering away. He skull fucked me for a good five minutes as the other two guys leered down at me. My boy knelt again beside me and whispered in my ear. “Don't neglect your other guests...” Alex told him to fuck off and kept pile-driving my throat for another minute until he shot a large thick creamy load deep down my throat. I wanted to save some of it to work into my hole, but he shot it all too deep. My boy pulled me off of Alex's still-hard cock and licked around my mouth for traces of his POZ cum, which he spit onto his fingers and swiped over my ass as the next guy undid his trousers and waved his dick in my face. My boy seethed as he wriggled his fingers into my cummy ass, “Show Max a nice time. I always do...” Max must have been about 30, some sort of hot-shot executive in a really nice tailored business suit. He still had his coat and tie on as he shoved his trousers down to his ankles revealing thick tan hairy muscled legs. Max smiled down at me with a surly look, “And don't be afraid to use your teeth, slut. I like it rough. I hope you do too!” I started gobbling on Max's long thin uncut cock and chomped down a little. He put a hand under my jaw and punched it up, making me bit down on his tool. “Yeah, you slut. That's how I like it!” I chewed away at Max's cock until he pulled me off of it. Max threw me backwards until I was flat on my back on the dirty concrete floor. With his coat and tie still on, Max leaned down on top of me and raised my knees to my chest. I felt his weight on top of me as he thrust his hips forward. His dick met my ass and gave no resistance. He kept pushing forward until he was balls deep. His dick was so log that it hit places inside me that even that 10” dildo couldn't reach. “You must have started without us,” he growled. “You're already lubed up, and I don't think that's the fake stuff! Max was true to his word. He did like it rough. He hammered away at my hole until we were both sweaty and sloppy. The friction of my hard cock rubbing against his jacket was more than I could handle, and I fired off a huge load, my second since arriving at the bookstore, and it went all over his tie. He was plowing away so hard that I don't think he even noticed it. “You want that load? That POZ load, you nasty fucker???” “Yeah.... Give me your load!” “Gonna POZ you just like I POZZED your boyfriend!” With that, he slammed hard against my ass, with his sweaty balls slapping my ass over and over again as he filled my hole with his POZ cum. Before he could pull out, he kissed me hard and I wondered if my boyfriend had already been POZZED by one of these guys. I knew he had been fooling around raw, but didn't know for sure that he had taken POZ loads before tonight. Max pulled out and off of me. I caught my breath and looked around a bit. I saw my boy bent over a theatre seat with Alex pounding away at his ass. The third guy was standing between me and Alex's ass, jerking off to the scene around him. Alex realized that Max was finished with me and pulled out of my boy's hole. He strode over to me with his thick cock swinging between his legs. “I'd load your boy's hole, but I've fucked him before. I want to be the one to knock you up!” Alex threw me onto my side like a ragdoll and laid down behind me. He aimed his dick to my sloppy hole and it slid right in. His cock wasn't as thick or as long as Max's, and I was grateful for a bit of a break. Alex wasn't having it. “If I'm gonna seed you, boy, I need something tighter to fuck! Hey Carl! You wanna help get him nice and tight for me?” Carl, the third guy, had stripped off his clothes. He was mid-40s, stocky, and covered with a thick matt of bristly body hair. Carl laid down on his back as Alex repositioned me and lowered me onto Carl's dick. He might have been the oldest guy in the room, but he was proudly showing off the thickest cock. It must have been the same size as a beer can. Carl's cock stretched me wider than I'd ever been stretched before as Alex mounted me and forced his way into my hole alongside Carl's dick. I loved the feeling of my body being used, and used hard, by these two guys, one of whom was old enough to be the other one's father. The contrast of Alex's smooth shapely chest on my back and Carl's hairy belly on my front was amazing. I could feel my toes curling as my whole body was stimulated. Carl shoved his tongue into my mouth and I was overwhelmed with the taste of cigar smoke. I came again as my cock was mashed into his belly fur. My hole was stretched as wide as it could go, and I was relieved when Alex told me he was going to load me up. His POZ cum soothed the burning in my hole and gave Carl what he needed to fire off inside of me too. They pulled off of and out of me, leaving me a sticky mess on the floor, covered in my own seed, sweaty, with three fresh POZ loads added to the three I had taken before my boyfriend's fuck buddies had arrived. My boyfriend lined up his hard cock and dove into that cummy mess. He squished away inside me until he came too, adding his seed to the mix, looking into my eyes the whole time. The guys stood cheering him on as he came in me. The fuckbuds took off and my boy and I dressed slowly and he helped me to the car as I was still a little wobbly on my legs. In the car home, my boy asked me if I wanted to be tested in about three weeks. He told me that he thought that flu he had come down with a few weeks ago might have been the bug, but that he was afraid to go get tested. He thought that now, it might be easier for me to go with him. As I put the pieces together of what we had gotten ourselves into, I thought for a moment, only a moment, about telling him to take me directly to the Emergency Room where I might be able to get some PEP meds. The thought passed and instead I stuck my hand into my shorts, where I could feel a puddle of POZ cum seeping out of my ass. I brought my cummy fingers to my mouth and sucked deep before offering my fingers to my boy's mouth. “We could wait three weeks, or we could spend more time together at the bookstore before getting tested. What do you think?” I knew we would be back to that bookstore again soon.

He reached back and slapped my head away from his ass, as he returned to his full upright position. With his enormous cock swinging with each macho step, he made his way to the bar in the living room and pulled a backless bar stool next to the arm of the couch. “Come here,” he beckoned, stroking his ten inches. Shaking, I slowly got up from my knees. My limbs were stiff and my face, chest, and stomach were covered with hardening bodily fluids. I was terrified of what was next and I couldn’t believe I was willingly moving toward it. The saddest part is, it wasn’t because my father had threatened to not pay for college. I didn’t know why I was moving toward it. “Bend over this stool,” he commanded and I quickly followed his orders. Harshly, he ran his fingers over my ass hole, cramming a finger in and pulling it right back out. “You’re still fucking juicy, dude,” he said in disbelief. “You are such a fucking whore. You were born for this.” He spit four times into his palm and coated his dick with it, and then he pointed his monster cock straight up towards his face, lined his mouth up, and dropped a big glob of spit right on the rigid head of it. Smearing the spit all over the mushroom cap, he warned, “It’s in your own best interest to just relax,” and he began rubbing his pole against my opening, nudging in each time his cock ran across my pink pucker. It made me whine every time I felt him run the head of his dick across my hole. I felt him really start to nudge his way in. “What about lube, dude?” His hand came down hard on my ass, burning as if I had sat on an oven. He had held nothing back. “I’m not your dude, shit-for-brains!” he scolded, slapping my other cheek, spitting on it, smearing the spit, and then spanking it even harder, the force being multiplied by the wetness he had applied. “DO. YOU. UN-. DER-. STAND. ME?” he slapped a different cheek with each accented syllable, harder and harder. I howled through my belittling punishment until I finally broke down in a full out cry, “YES!!!” “Good.” He went back to sliding his fuck stick against my boy cunt, “Ask your question again.” I swallowed and asked carefully, “What about lube, Sir?” He chided in a Southern drawl, “If it doesn’t go in with spit and persistence, it ain’t love!” How could he think this was funny? I had no idea if I was going to be able to handle this and he was cracking jokes. He continued, “And I think you’re gonna’ love me a little bit when I’m through with you. So spit it is.” He kept nudging into me, and I tried to relax, but after a few nudges, he got impatient. With constant pressure on my sphincter, he pushed his engorged cock head past my first ring, causing me to scoot away a little bit and yelp. His powerful hands firmly grabbed my waist and stopped me from scurrying away and in the process, forced more of his cock into. I felt my insides stretching around this large invader, trying to accommodate its vastness. My walls wouldn’t adjust quickly enough and the pain was intense. I began howling again, begging him to slow down, but he was like an animal possessed now that I was wailing and writhing about. Steadily, he pushed inch after inch into my tearing rectum, producing sounds from me that I had never made before. Awful cat-like screeches as my ass was destroyed for the first time. All of a sudden, amidst the pain, an incredible sensation waved over me as I felt him hit the end of my ass. Feeling his thick head bump against that spot where he was bottoming out was sensational even though my ass still burned and flexed in stabbing pain. However, I was wrong. “You still have about two more inches to go,” he popped my bubble and pushed forward. I screamed out as I realized that what I thought was the end of my ass was actually just an inner ring that he was intent on tearing beyond repair as well. I felt so full, as if my ass was inflating. The pain was excruciating but I kept getting jolts of agonizingly exquisite sensations that would course through my body. Goose bumps rose up on my thighs and ass. “Yeah, look at those goose bumps. That cunt is cock hungry!” The waistband of my jockstrap was grab and twisted twice around his hand and wrist and pulled taut like the reins on a horse. His powerful erection started moving inside of me, finding a moderate groove. In reality, he was being nice to me since he wasn’t plowing me, but the fact is that it was my first time and he was over ten inches long and hilted in my virgin boy pussy. I thought I was going to pass out from the torturous fucking I was receiving. He began to pick up speed, my ass bouncing off of his hips, his percolating nuts slapping against my smooth pink ass. It felt like there was a steaming hot poker rammed up into my stomach, and I gritted my teeth, grunting and snorting like a pig, trying to soldier through the railing that this stud was carelessly giving my broken hole. My mind was clouded from the stabbing pain in my ass when suddenly I realized that my puny prick was flat against my stomach, more rigid than it had ever been with my girlfriend or from masturbating. What was this guy doing to me? What was he turning me into? “…turning you into a whore…” he mumbled, as if reading my thoughts while pounding into my colon. “…nice converted cum dump pussy bottom…” he hissed out through labored breaths. “How old are you, boy?” he asked without missing a slam of cock into me. Wiping the tears from my cheeks and wincing through another wave of pain as his rod found another unexplored corner of my pussy, I answered, “I turned 18 two weeks ago.” “Oh fuck! Goddamn, you are getting turned inside out and bred by some stranger almost three times your age. You are truly a fucked out cum bucket.” Granted he was hot, but it was still true. I was letting myself be fucked for the first time…no, completely used by a guy that would have been in his 30s when I was born. And at this point, although, it still hurt like hell, it was clearly what my body wanted. I was a disgusting little faggot to be so naturally cock hungry that I would grant some strange guy in his 50s carte blanche access to my holes. “Oh yeah, think about that…the stud behind you right now is 32 years older than you, breeding you like a bitch in heat. I didn’t convert until I was 45. You’re gonna’ have me beat by 27 years. 27 more years to enjoy the bug.” His hands gripped tighter on my 28” waist and his fucking got harder, more determined. Grunting through my words with every thrust that pushed my innards aside, I said, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.” Chuckling, he slowed and long stroked his beer can cock in and out of my straining cunt and said, “Oh, right. I told you I would fill you in on the tattoo once your ass cheek touched while my dick was in you. So fair’s fair. What I meant by converting is that I turned poz five years ago. And you’ll be poz too when you walk out that door today.” “No, no…” I begged, freaking out and frantically tried to wiggle away. I just kept saying “no, no,” and fighting with all of my might to get him out of me. He laughed and almost effortlessly just held my hips in place with his erection about four inches inside of me. “Awww, no you don’t,” he kind of sang and then with one powerful pull of his hands, impaled me on his death stick. My back arched up and I screamed into the air like a howling wolf. “Can’t get away now,” he said with certainty, “the deal is done. It’s right there in the fucking letter, piggie.” I looked on the couch cushions at the yellow legal pad paper still laying there wet with my tears. My dad’s letter. The poisonous beast started hammering into me deeply, only pulling out about three or four inches, and then really punching into my inner ring. The motion and the pain made it difficult to focus on the letter, but eventually I was able to. Immediately, I zeroed in on the passage that my poz top was talking about: Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Holy shit, my father knew and this is why I was sent over. I couldn’t believe he would do this to me. He was letting some buddy from the bar wreck my hole and shoot HIV into me. What had I done to deserve this? I had mouthed off to him. And I had disappointed him. Here I was getting in his face about being a man, meanwhile my girlfriend is bending his ear about how I can’t satisfy her. I just don’t know why she just didn’t break up with me then. Then it dawned on me, he had asked her not to. Not to spare my feelings but to spare his. So I didn’t embarrass him by losing this hot girl because I wasn’t man enough to keep her. And he started fucking her to keep her quiet about me. Then I – his disappointment of a son that he suspects is queer – starts mouthing off about being a man, and he decides to teach me a lesson. He was purposefully putting disease into his only son to prove to me that I wasn’t the big man I thought I was. That I was just a worthless receptacle for cum, toxic or clean, to be used by guys who were real men. And by real men, he meant guys with big dicks, not tiny ones like mine. I was fucked. I couldn’t let this happen. I clenched my ass trying to squeeze him out and instantly felt his member puff up bigger, “Fuck, faggot, you are a natural cum slut, milking my death stick like that.” My attempt to push him out was having the opposite effect and I immediately stopped contracting my ass. Undeterred, he teased me, “Awww, was that you trying to push me out? And what? You think I can’t make you milk that cock?” And with that he reached around and rolled both of my nipples between his fingers. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t prevent my cunt from rhythmically squeezing and releasing his rod in response to the attention on my tits. “Atta’ boy.” I started bawling but my body just kept responding to his touch and his fucking. A rush of determination filled me and I began to crawl away, trying to remove his poisonous cock from my ass. He would have none of that and continued fucking me, mounting me like an animal. I used my arms to pull me forward, caught one of my feet on a wrung of the stool, and pushed. With grunts and guttural noises, his body remained on me as I tried desperately to flee onto the couch. Literally, I was fucked down the length of the couch as I tried to escape my fate. This fueled him as he continued to drill my ass, using my resistance as a way to turn my violation into more of a sport. Finally, I broke down, biting into far arm of the couch, screaming into the fabric as he ruthlessly trenched out my mancunt. Amazing how ten inches can feel like sixteen when it’s being dragged through your bowels. Every time he would pull himself out of me, it felt like he was taking my insides with him, turning me inside out. I also felt strangely empty, like it was wrong to have him out of me. As agonizing as it was to have him brutalizing my guts, I needed him back inside of me emotionally and physically. I beat my fist on the pillow next to my face, my teeth sinking into the dusty fabric of the couch arm, while visions of my rectum being pull outside of my asshole filled my head. There was so much I was scared of at that moment: of this man giving me his diseased sperm, of my ass being damaged beyond repair so that it had that slutty rosebud look with your pucker exposed and swollen, of my future. Was this my future, was this all I was good for? I would find out soon enough that the resounding answer was yes. Without warning, the cock was pulled out of me and he yanked me off the couch by my arm. My ass seized and spasmed in abrupt pain and I yelped loud enough for a neighbor to hear, I'm sure. “On your knees, suck the cock that was just in your asshole.” Before I knew it, I had fallen to my knees having been roughly thrown from the furniture and my mouth was full of his slimy snake. “Yeah, taste your ass. Taste good?” I just whined on his dick, his unyielding hands moving my head up and down on his rod. “Yeah, taste all that ass juice. Nice ass juice. Eat your ass off my dick.” Granted, I was a first time bottom, so I hadn’t cleaned out, but I made it a habit not to eat after 7:30pm and before I go to the gym, I only ever have liquids and fruit. On top of that, my diet is pretty healthy…so my ass is pretty clean, especially pre-gym. Thank God, there was no taste of shit or anything. It tasted of his pre-cum and it tasted of my insides, which I actually liked, which was just astounding. Something about being able to experience how I tasted ten inches inside of me was just so exciting to me. I felt pre-cum soaking the front of my jock strap. In addition to the nectar of his pre-cum and the nasty delicacy of my insides, I also tasted something metallic and coppery, but wasn’t sure what it was. I put it out of my head and the other tastes had me so fucking horny that I just slurped away on his manhood. “Good boy, goooo-oood boyyyy,” he whined, working through an intense moment of pleasure. “Nurse it, boy. That’s my little cum pup, it’s like a fucking pacifier for you. So fucking young, I love it. Just a kid. Well, all the kids I know like to play with toys. You like toys, bitch?” His cock popped out of my mouth and I looked up at him with big saucer eyes still holding his heavy cock in my hand, “What kind of toys?” What a stupid fucking question.