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The director was very effusive about my engagement and hot sexiness in the next days blocking of sex scenes with the bear. I had no trouble kissing him passionately. Furthermore, I had to remind myself not to retrieve the bears substantial cock from his skin toned jock and take it in my mouth. He had sprung a boner which was so huge it almost spilled from the skimpy material. I couldn’t help but wonder how different it would taste from last nights escort. In a flash we were at opening night. The director called the cast into a huddle for our pre-show pep talk. He explained that he had a tradition of ‘changing up’ one part of the show for opening night. We had already changed venue a week before the show start. I couldn’t imagine what else he might have in mind. “I want my two leads to get rid of their jockstraps. The play starts with the two of you being attracted to each other and going right into bareback sex with the bear breeding his bottom. The show will be far more powerful if the audience doesn’t have to use their imaginations to get rid of the clothing. They need to see your cocks.” “But what if we get hard?” I protested. “You better fuckin get hard” the director answered back. “We want this to look believable.” The bear looked at me, slipped out of his jock and smiled. “The show must go on. Besides, I’ve been dying to see your cock other than in the pics from your last show.”, he said. Shortly the curtain opened and we made our way onto the stage from opposite sides dressed only in the birthday suites we were born in. There were already a half dozen other men on stage fondling, sucking and fucking each other. I was too distracted by my co-leads huge hard on standing at attention and pointing right at me to notice if the other’s were simulating or really having sex. As we had blocked the scene in rehearsals the bear and my eyes met. We moved toward each other as if there were powerfully attracted magnets in our bodies. When we met up centre stage the bear turned is hairy bum to the audience and I dropped to my knees in front of him. I’m tempted to say I forgot where I was, but truth is, rather than simulating a blow job I took his powerful erection deep into my throat. He decided, game on, grabbed my hair and lit into a relentless face fuck. By now the audience had caught on and they were cheering. The bear shifted his feet to half turn so the audience got a side on view of my oral ministrations. They roared encouragement and nearly ‘raise the roof’ off the theatre. My next move was to stand and passionately kiss the bear co-lead. Whistles and cheers, the audience was wild with animalistic passion. The bear moved into my ear and his words reverberated down my spine to the tip of my toes and made my exposed hard cock twitch. “You started this, we’re going to have to finish this with the same commitment to realness and excellence.” Words only I could hear. Suddenly, he pushed me down with my back resting on an ottoman , my legs in the air and my hairy ass exposed. This is where he deviated from the preshow blocking. He moved me and the ottoman side ways to give the audience a better view of our impending intercourse. His face soon met my hole and he was giving me a better rim job than the escort the night before. The audience was whistling and cheering and my exhibitionist was in full control, accept for one irksome detail , my brain was screaming ‘condom’. I irrationally asked him with a stage whisper loud enough for only him to hear over the crowd; “Do you have a condom?” “I’m starkers here man, of course I don’t have a condom.” “Then turn me back so we can fake it to get through this scene.” He snarled. “No fuckin, way man.” Spit on his hand and lubed my hole. Spit again and lubed his massive cock. With his raw nob at my vulnerable hole, again in stage whisper, he asked. “So are you going to stop this show, or must the show go on?” His eyes melted from angry to an irresistible warmth. “The show must go on, fuckin breed my ass.” Slowly but steadily his massive cock started to disappear into my ass. I was afraid the audience was ready to riot they were making so much noise, standing, jumping and cheering. When I was afraid I couldn’t handle more of his length and girth I told him he had to stop. He did for a moment as one of the other men handed me an open bottle of poppers. I filled both nostrils twice with long deep inhales. My head spun, my ass relaxed, and sucked the rest of him in balls deep. Nothing could stop my exhibitionist now. I shouted out my lines ad lib. I didn’t care what the script said, what he thought. “Damn right, you know what I need, fuck me raw” “Only way I play” he ad libed back. “Yah, daddy bear, fill my ass with your big bare cock.” “Oh yeah, you like my risky daddy bear pistol up your ass don’t you slut.” “Love your cock daddy, need your cum.” “You want daddy to breed you?” “Fuck yah, breed my ass daddy. Seed me up!” “Are you positive” “Yes, I’m positive, breed me now” “So you are positive, that’s HIV positive?” “... What? fuck no, I’m not poz … wait ….what … are you?” “A bit late now with my toxic dick and precum already deep inside you.” Suddenly it seemed I wasn’t in a play anymore, but in real life and overcome with fear. The audience was silent now, you could have heard a pin drop. “Fuck, no, then you better pull out …. Pull out now!” He didn’t. He leaned in and gave me the most passionate deep tongue kiss. I melted and forgot what we had just been talking about, forgot that we were in front of an audience. I moaned deeply and my hands instinctively grabbed his hairy ass and pulled his cock in even deeper. His voice reverberating through me again like a spartan sword claiming, demanding me to give over my life, my all. “I’m very close. Where am I going to cum?” “In me. Breed me. I need all your beautiful cum.” The words rushed from my lips, and this was no stage whisper. The bear bellowed and roared as his entire body tensed and I held him deep inside my ass. To be continued ….

I knew the moment he asked me to strip naked for the entire audition that I wanted the part. My exhibitionist self desperately needed the part. On the walk back to my hotel my shacky self-esteem kicked in and my thoughts were full a dreadful foreboding. I drank alone from the bar fridge and got fall down black out drunk. I was awakened about 11 a.m. by a call from the director’s assistant. “We think you would be great for the part. Will you take it?” “Um … yeah. Yes, sure, I would be delighted to take it.” When I got through my disbelief I assured myself I could do this as I would be performing so far away from home. I flew back to Toronto and met my co-lead at the read through. We were given joke straps to wear. He was a handsome 6’4” bear of a man with a deep resonant voice that reverberated all down my spinal column as he performed his lines. Flesh coloured Jock straps became our apparel for every rehearsal. They took great care to find tones that matched both our different skin tones. My inner exhibitionist was already having a great time! At the end of the day we blocked out our first simulated sexual encounter the director drew me aside as everyone else was sent home. He began by gently asking me how I felt about taking part in the sex scene. I confessed I felt awkward, especially when it came to kissing my co-lead bear. The director didn’t say anything he just leaned into me and planted a kiss on my lips. I was a bit taken aback, but he just kept looking into my eyes and did it again. This time his tongue slipped into my mouth and the kiss lasted longer. I was surprised that I was beginning to relax and maybe even enjoy this kiss from a man. After all, he was a good kisser and the unique feel of his whiskers scratching my face was strangely erotic. Sensing my shift he asked if he could make me an offer. “I want to hire you a gay escort so you can get more comfortable with man on man intimacy. I won’t tell you what to do with him, just stay open to the experience and only do what you are comfortable doing. Well stretch your comfort level a little. Would that be OK?” “Um … I don’t know. Maybe? As long as you don’t have expectations.” “I don’t.” “OK, sure, anything for the show.” That night a stunning tall slim black man knocked at my hotel room door. Thankfully I had already downed a few double scotch on the rocks. I invited him in and he immediately kicked off his expensive loafers and pulled off his socks before sitting on the couch. When I turned from preparing him a drink he had opened his shirt to reveal a beautiful hairless muscled chest and eight pack abbs. As we sipped our drinks he opened his trousers and out popped a huge flaccid cock. He was clearly commando for this gig. He asked me to stand, stood himself, and stepped naked toward me. He proceeded to strip off my clothes in the most sensual provocative experience I had ever had. When I was totally nude he asked me to touch his cock. When I demurred, he dropped to his knees shallowed my penis to the hilt and was lapping at my hairy balls with his tongue. My cock was growing hard fast. He worked my hips so that I was face fucking him. I was loving this, no woman had ever taken me so completely with her mouth. I told him when I felt close to cumming and he pulled off, stood and pushed me down to my knees. I tentatively touched his semi-erection and thought; ‘yeah I really do want to pull off this play, I need this experience.’ I took as much of him into my mouth as I could manage. His manhood just kept growing! Soon I realized we were on the bed 69ing. I was loving the feel of his mouth on my cock, and his cock stretching my jaw. Soon I was about ready to shoot and warned him. He pulled off my hard cock, rolled me on my back and had his ass impaled on my raw member before I had time to think. He looked at me with his warm eyes and asked if I was ok with this. My cock twitched in his hole which he took as permission and started riding me like a horse at full gallop. I was soon pressing up into him as much as he was pushing down onto me. I didn’t have time to warn him and blasted my load deep in his guts. He just held me in his warm gaze and smile. I had never orgasmed so powerfully and it took me a while to regain my senses. When he saw I had he proclaimed; “Your turn.” I was initially struck dumb, let myself get fucked by this man? No way!” Then I remembered my part, I would bottom in the play, I needed to know what this was like to play the part convincingly. I heard the director's voice in my head 'stretch yourself a bit beyond your comfort zone. ' or something like that. “Fuck man, yeah, you’re right. … But at least wear a condom.” “Do you have any?” “Fuck! No! You?” “Never use them.” “Even with clients.” He held his hard cock pointing to it with his eyes and smiling. “They always want this raw man. Beside you just fucked and bred me; ‘what’s good for the goose’ and all” “FUCK MAN?” “Yeah that’s exactly what you need, a good raw fuck and breeding.” And as if he was reading my mind; “You know this is part of your research for this play, you’re the receptive bottom, right?” “Yeah, but that will be simulated.” “You know you need it raw with me to get it right in the play?” “Right, but you’ll go slow, you are massive and my ass is a virgin.” “Sure man.” “And you’ll pull out before you cum?” “But you get bred in the play, and you just bred me.” My turn to be bold; “But you want to put that raw cock in my ass? Right?” “Fuck yeah!” “Then I’ll agree, for my training, but, only if you promise to pull out before you cum.” “Let’s see what you say when I’m close.” I should have noticed this was not a question. I laid back on the bed, ass near the edge, and he lifted my legs toward my chest. I couldn't believe I was letting this stranger do this to me. His head moved in and he began to rim my ass. I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure. Soon his tongue was fucking me, quickly followed by one, two and then three fingers. A bottle of poppers was held to my nose and I instinctively took a deep wiff. Bottle moved to my other nostril and I breathed in deeply. My head was spinning and my ass fully relaxed. Well almost fully, he plunged his raw dick into me. I screamed and he covered my mouth with his to muffle me. He held for a moment until my pain transformed to pleasure. “Fuck me with that big tool man.” “With pleasure” He needed no more encouragement. He soon pounded in and out of me like a jack hammer. I was mesmerized as I watched his big black cock disappearing into my hairy hole. I didn’t want his assault to end. “Give it to me big boy. Raw fuck my no longer virgin ass.” “It’s still a virgin to cum.” He rasped as he breathing became more laboured. “Don’t cum yet. I need you to fuck me longer before you pull out.” “Fuck man, I’m so close.” “Hold off for a little longer ….” “Man … please…. I … can’t” “Oh fuck, just breed me then, cum in my ass” He was already unloading. Volley after volley painted my guts. To be continued

What the fuck now,’ was the panicked thought running through my head. We had gone completely off script and I wasn’t supposed to learn that he had taken the risk of pozing me until I saw the very realistic biohazard tattoo the make-up department had put on the bear’s ass to wiggle at the audience. The other thought, ‘is his biohazard tattoo really a fake’. Both thoughts raced through my mind at lightning speed, but I knew I didn’t have time to dwell on them. I just returned to the script other than bewilderedly asking for confirmation when I did see his tattoo. The script worked perfectly and was all the more powerful with my emotional uncertainty about what had just happened. The bear was far more convincing as well, and the dramatic start didn’t take away from the audience hanging on every word. We argued, we cried, we expressed our overwhelming attraction to each other and we went through the cycle again. Act two began with us at an emergency clinic where I’m administered 'themorningaftertreatment'. Next scene has us back at my apartment and the bear making sexual moves on me. I’m like “Really? You just almost pozed me and you want me to give up my ass so soon?” “Your protected now.” His words once again traveling to my core and causing me to melt. We are soon both naked and the audience is once again seeing his huge bare member disappear up my ass. Lights fade to a black stage. The spot light comes up on a sign held out from the wings, “Four months later.” Stage lights come back up. The bear has me bent over an ottoman and is unloading in my ass once again. Yes, literally breeding me again! He continues pounding me, urging me to jerk off. Okay, we’ve left the script again. I stroke, he pounds, and soon I have one of the biggest longest orgasms of my life. My exhibitionist self is more than happy to receive the cheering. We collapse on the couch and talk about how great we feel we are together. All the fucking hot sex we enjoy together and with others. We marvel at the the fact I’ve been taking his loads all this time, without protection, and I’ve stayed negative. We eventually make our way to bed, and again the stage fades to black. New sign from the wings, “Next morning.” Lights come up, we are still naked in bad. I’m sweating profusely. I’m clearly sick as a dog. Shortest closing scene in theatre history. The ‘opening night after party’ was a blur for me. Everyone was full of praise for the bear and my performance. Especially our director. He kept picking up the tab for our booze and we were soon drunk. I wasn’t thinking clear enough now to even have my questions occur to me. Second night I’m happy and excited to be naked back on stage. Our theatre space is sold out, standing room only. My co-lead doesn’t turn his back to the audience, so again my first move is to actually take his beautiful cock into my mouth for all to see. Cheering from the crowd. When we get to the part where he is to fuck me again we are positioned for the crowd to see every detail. As his mushroom head is seeking to find my hole I stage whisper for only him to hear. “What? Are we doing this again? I thought it was just for opening night.” “See this full theatre? Everyone one of these fags is here to watch me poz breed your neg hole. Do you want to disappoint them now? No longer using stage whisper I call out, “Fuck me with your big raw cock daddy bear!” As he’s pushing in the crowd goes wild with excitement and encouragement. During the intermission the bear brought one of the other cast members and they pulled me aside. The bear was angry and wondered why I hadn’t cleaned out before the show. I didn’t know what he was talking about. The cast member took me off to a bathroom and taught me how to douche. Apparently I had just been lucky the first three times I got fucked By the end of the night I am again hosting two of the bears loads deep in my ass, and I’ve shot off for everyone to see and enjoy. The rest of the weeks performances go well. I’m getting two loads bred into me per show, and more people are cramming in and standing every night. Week two of the run starts once again with a jammed packed enthusiastic crowd. By the end of the night my cohost is so delighted he invites me back to his place for ‘a drink’. I take this invitation literally and am shocked and amazed when the door is hardly closed and he has me bent against the wall, both our pants at our knees and his raw cock pounding away in my well lubricated ass. The second night I knew what I was in for. Any moral compass I used to have about casual sex had completely evaporated. I ended the week having taken the 10 show loads and about 12 after show loads. This bear was insatiable! I didn't have a show the next day so accompanied the bear and a friend of his to a restaurant. During the meal the bear was extremely flirty with our sexy waiter. The waiter was flirting with all of us. While handing his credit card back to the bear the waiter said; "My shift is finished and hubby is home, meet me in the back alley in 5." When the bear left our table his friend asked; “So do you want to order another drink, or come back to my place. I vote for my place.” “What about your friend?” “Oh those two will be a while I can assure you.” “OK I guess it’s drinks at your place.” I knew he had not invited me for drinks. The moment the elevator door closed as we left the restaurant our tongues were down each other’s throats. In the elevator in his building we actually started tearing each other’s clothes off. We were barely decent as we stumbled to his door past an elderly neighbour. She called him by name, gave a knowing wink and wished us both a very good night. As he slipped the rest of the way out of his jeans I saw it. A big scorpion tattoo on the left side of his lower abdomen. I wasn’t sure why it filled me with dread but I remained calm enough to ask him about the tattoo. “My scorpion? You are straight aren’t you?” …. To be continued…

Work of fiction, none of this is true. As a 33 year old, slim, fem and albeit hairy white man with a cute and bouncy ass, I have been the desire of many an older man. While I am bi, I have been mostly attracted to older men. In fact, I have always been attracted to older bears and chubs. I love getting on all fours, feeling their bare cock slide into my tight hole, and then feeling them drop their belly on my ass as they thrust all the way to the hilt. There is something hot and exciting about getting fucked roughly by someone who has a weight differential of almost two hundred pounds. That makes me moan like a slut in heat taking her first BBC creampie. Tonight, I had an itch that needed to be scratched. After years of taking bare cock in my ass and breeding old pussy, I wanted more. What I wanted was a big black cock to impregnate me. To give me his babies. To poz me. For the last two years I have been chasing have that impregnation with no luck. That is until I found the one. I had been browsing the various silver daddy personal sites and BBRT and received a message from a potential suitor. "Hey there, I love seeing those pictures of your tight ass. It would love good gripping my 12" raw BBC. Here's my contact info, call me. - Rex." Attached to his PM was a picture of a massive black cock. My mouth was watering. I had to finger my hole I was that excited. I quickly called him with the number he left me. "Hello, is this Rex? This is Andy." "Hey there, Andy, it is. How is my sexy white son doing today?" "Horny, Rex." "I can tell baby. Want to come over and get that horniness under control? You can come over now, I'll send you, my address." "On my way, Rex. See you soon." I ended the call and seconds later I received a text from Rex with his address. Tuns out he was only a few blocks away from me. I grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out of my apartment. I walked the short distance to his apartment and pressed the buzzer for his place. I heard the door click unlock after I announced I was here. I took the elevator to his floor and walked to his door and knocked. "It's open!" I heard from within the apartment. I walked in, closed the door behind me, and was immediately greeted by a massive human being. A six foot eight-inch tall, massive bear of a black man with a massive cock just dangling between his legs. No sooner did I see Rex did I walk up and start stroking his cock and sucking on his tits. That was about all I could do to greet him at my height (5'8"). "mmmmm hello, Andy. You are even more sexy in person. Why don't you strip down and have a seat on the couch next to me so we can talk." Without saying a word, I stripped out of my clothes with exception of my fem high knee/low thigh socks. The older men I fucked loved me wearing them as they plowed my slutty hole. I sat down next to him, and we started making out and stroking each other's cocks. Compared to his massive BBC, my 7" and thick cock looked tiny. We broke off the kiss but continued to slowly stroke each other. We talked about how old we were, weight, etc. The usual stuff. Now picture the size differential. I am 5'8", 135 pounds fem, hairy, and slim. Rex was 6'8", 315 lbs, with a slight belly. He was built more like a linebacker who had retired and gained more weight. "So Andy, are you a bottom?" "Versatile" "Maybe if you are lucky you will be tonight, but for the most part, you're bottoming tonight." I nodded in agreement. I mean that is why I was there. "Do you take cock bare or covered?" "Bareback. Bare. Raw. No condoms are allowed near my cock or my holes." "Mmmm excellent, baby. Daddy Rex loves that. It's got me at full mast, baby." I moaned as he gave a couple quick strokes to my cock. "How do you take loads?" "In my ass. If you are cumming in my mouth, you are wasting your load and my time." "Fuck yes, baby, I love that. Now then, what is your status?" "Negative, not on PREP." "Ooooooh baby, yes. One final question: are you okay with being fucked by a POZ guy who has a high viral count?" "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't okay with it." He moaned loudly as he lifted me up effortlessly and carried me to his bedroom. We made out along the way. We arrived at his bed in his room, he was still carrying me, my hole being poked and prodded by his massive rock-hard cock. I could feel the head of his cock enter my unlubricated hole. He pinned me up against wall with the cock head inside my hole. I was moaning loudly. Suddenly, I felt something warm in my hole. He was pissing in my hole. My rectum and colon was now filled with his piss. I wantonly wrapped my legs around his midsection as his stream inside me stopped and he started to move my ass up and down on his cock. "Glad you liked the lube. That's all you're getting that isn't my cum, baby." I could do nothing but moan like a slut. (To be continued)

Pozed on stage How does a 35-year-old straight male get pozed by a gay fuck? Furthermore, how does he do so in a theatrical production on stage? Good questions which require some back story. I’m a 6’ 1”, 180 lb. chiseled, hairy chested, fit actor of Italian heritage which blessed me with a rich olive skin tone. I had just finished the run of a production in which I played a gigolo. My good looks helped get me this part. In the first act I shagged a dozen different women, in a few of the simulated sex scenes the audience got a very good view of my naked ass. Being not only an actor; but, an exhibitionist, I was delighted to wiggle my naked butt on stage. The curtains opened to the second act with me and a gorgeous woman shagging in a hotel room. Initially we are under covers as I simulate vigorously pounding her. The door to the room opens and in storms her cop boyfriend, he’s still in uniform. He quickly rips the covers off the bed and our naked bodies are exposed for the entire audience. Full frontal, at this point I had rolled off her. Without a word being exchanged he grabs a steak knife from the ‘room service cart’ and slits my throat. The theater audiences’ gasps, even screams, proved just how realistic the props department managed this illusion. For the next few minutes my body laid full exposed on my back on the bed as the cop and his girlfriend wiped the room clean of any evidence of their having been near the crime scene. The rest of the play is a murder mystery trying to determine which jilted lover or woman I had been with was responsible for my death. I was not the lead for this play, but you wouldn’t know that from the promotional material which featured my bare ass and full-frontal nude scenes. They knew what they were doing, almost every seat was sold out. I loved those performance pics that showed up on Instagram and Twitter posted by many of my fans. Truth be told a posted a few myself. These elicited many positive comments. Some highly suggestive. Both women and men making sexual propositions. I even followed through with a couple of the women. I guess playing the part of a gigolo had rubbed off on me and altered my moral outlook about casual sex. One direct message on twitter caught and held my attention. It read; “I’m a gay director in Toronto. I want to congratulate you on your recent performance. The photo shoots of your naked body convinced me you are the perfect co-star for my next production. Give me a call.” His phone number was attached. I call him up and he explained that I would play the part of a gay man who gets pozed in Act one set in a New York bathhouse. He wanted me to understand before I agreed to an audition that the part required lots of simulated gay sex and some nudity. I listened carefully but ultimately decided it did not sound like a part for me. He understood and told me to feel free to call him back if I changed my mind. His last statement; “I’ll buy you a plane ticket to get you to the audition, no conditions attached, just come to the audition.” I thanked him and assured him I didn’t think I would be changing my mind. Two days later the Matthew Shepherd assault and murder was on the news. I found myself rethinking why I had turned down the audition. Was I just being homophobic? I called the gay director and was soon flying across the country. What could I loose. Besides why turn down the opportunity for a flight paid vacation to a great city. To be continued… -

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.”

Years ago in a relationship my bf belonged to a local gay basketball team. They practised at a local Y convenient having shower and lockers there. I went a few times to watch and remember a new member playing but he kept to a tight small circle of players. Sometimes most of the players went out for something to eat or drink, this guy rarely joined in. He was easily the handsomest guy. BF and I break up after a few years. I go online to a cruise site and a blank profile--like mine-- he texted for a blind fuck, walk in find me blindfolded ass-up to take his dick. We did this a few times, almost total silence, he enters strips and uses my mouth to get hard then breeds me. Fit body, not a quicky, few words. I asked if I could feel his balls when he's inside me and I held them all the time feeling his babies cum into me. After about 6th fuck we both mentioned that it was great and want to keep meeting. He said I could remove the blindfold. I immediately recognized him, he knew nothing about me. He fucked me for months after but he never knew I knew him from before.

I was able to get away from my small town to a mid-size city last week. Because I was staying with a friend, I couldn’t host, which made it difficult to hook up. But late last night I got a text from a hot 21 year old otter. He was direct and polite, enough for me already to want to meet but then his pics were really hot with a great-looking cock. He asked to see my ass, and as soon as he saw my hairy hole, he replied “I want it”. He couldn’t host either, but suggested we fuck outside the suburban house he was staying in with his gay friends. He said we’d have to be very quiet and we only had 30 min. I’d already tucked myself in for the night, but happily got up to pop my contact lenses back in, and drove the 6 minutes to him. He greeted me in the dark at the gate on the side of the house, and was charming as he whispered that he wanted me to bend over a chair he’d pulled out. I offered him lube but he said spit is hotter. I asked if he wanted some head first but he said he really wanted to get into my ass, so I pulled my shorts down and bent over, in plain sight of the next-door neighbour’s front door just 3m away. He wasted no time in gently fingering me. I am a natural moaner, and men always like it, but my mission was to be as quiet as possible, so I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation of his virile cock teasing my hole. I had been fucked a few hours earlier by another guy with a 7” cock, so he was able to get in without lube without any discomfort. He bottomed out as soon as he slipped in, and it felt so good, both because of the dimensions of his dick, but also because he was so cute and sexy. He fucked me slowly and rather deliberately for the first 5 minutes or so, then began to pick up speed. It was novel and a bit odd to be fucking so without any sounds from either party, but in a way it allowed me to focus my mind and body on his cock alone. He’d been fucking me faster for another 5 minutes or so and then he whispered he was going to cum and sunk in balls deep. He had a pretty intense orgasm because he was shuddering and still fucking me for another minute or two after he loaded my ass. I squeezed my ass around his cock a few times to show my appreciation, and tightened as he pulled out so that none of his cum would escape. I knew he’d blown a big load because of how wet it felt, and this made me quite happy. He was genuine and sweet, saying it was great and thanked me. I did the same and in the dark I thought he was reaching out to shake my hand, but then realised as I clasped his fist that he wanted to fist-bump. We quietly chuckled and I made a rock-paper-scissors motion. It was a bonus to see his cute smile and quiet laugh at that. We wished each other a good day and just as I exited the gate I almost walked into a guy walking his dog. It was hot to think that that guy had now idea he’d almost just walked past two guys fucking. Once I got back to bed, I fingered myself a bit to get a whiff of his cum. It turned me on so much to smell it as I stroked. Turns out he shot so deep I could only get an essence, but the volume was considerable deep beyond. I kept it in all night and by the morning, I'd absorbed it all. Big turn on for me, thinking I carried a piece of him in me 🙂 If only I had a fuck buddy like him in my town!

My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’ ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ To be continued???

A few years ago I was on vacation in Fort Lauderdale and was looking for some 420 on the hookup apps. Found this profile, blank pic but name was 420Daddy and messaged him and as luck would have it, he had some to sell and we arranged quick pick up. I was planning on going out to the bars right after so I took a few pregame shots and was all showered and fresh wearing a Jock under my shorts and tank. His place was only a few blocks away so I started walking over and he said to not knock or ring bell cause his family was home but just to message when I was at the front gate. I do as he says and am waiting for him out by the front gate which has high shrubs and no lights. He comes out, tall guy, at least 6’ tall, black guy, goatee and buzzed hair. He’s wearing a tank top and basketball shorts and flip flops. Of course I immediately look down at his basketball shorts and was not disappointed at all. I introduce myself and give him the money, he takes it and gives me the 420 and introduces himself as Zeke. I guess it was the shots or just being in vacation mode but I immediately clarify, “I thought it was Daddy?”. He immediately looks me up and down and I can see the change in his eyes and face. The environment immediately getting charged with tension. His only reply is, “do you want to call me daddy?” and grabs me by the waist and kisses me. It all happens so fast but we’re making out and he pulls me to the side of the tall hedges and has his hands down the back of my pants exploring and almost growls when he feels I’m wearing a jockstrap. He’s flush against me and I can feel his hard dick pressing against my stomach. It was the most unintentional hottest random moment going from a quick pick up to this intense moment. Not very long after I’m on my knees with his basketball shorts around his ankles and doing my best to throat his dick. He keeps shh-ing me but also keeps fucking the back of my throat. I hear him spit on his hands and quickly he’s fingering my hole. He does it a second time while I pull poppers out of my pocket and quickly take a hit. Before I even take a full first hit he’s turned me around and pressing his dick against my hole. He used a lot of spit so his head dipped right inside. He gasps and holds it there as I’m taking my second hit of poppers. I feel my heart beating in my ears but trying to keep quiet while he whispers, “oh fuck” and starts pushing deeper inside me. Once he’s balls deep he holds me there and I can feel his dick get even harder. After almost a whole minute he slowly starts fucking me, slowly and then building then he pulls out until just his head is in and then slams in again. I’m whimpering and moaning but his hand is over my mouth. He pulls me balls deep again and asks for poppers. I take two big hits and then give them to him. He takes a big hit and then breathes it into my ear and says, “call me daddy” “Fuck me….daddy” was all I could whisper out before he puts his hand over my mouth to the point of near discomfort and immediately starts fucking me hard. The entire front yard dark and quiet except the sounds of his balls slapping against my ass and my muffled moaning. I feel him get his hardest yet and then he holds me balls deep while emptying them completely inside me. Almost another full minute does he hold me there until he slowly pulls out with another “fuck” and slaps my ass once. He gives me my 420 money back and says to hit him up when I leave the bars… To be continued?

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?

... yesterday's 100% melt-down shit-show in the US House of Representatives should have convinced you. I know there are fair-minded Republicans, fiscal responsibility, all of that, but the crazies have taken over to such an extent that it's impacting everyone's life in a serious way. Since legislation must originate in the House, does anyone think they're going to get the budgetary items agreed upon, and the government funded in a matter of mere weeks? They can't agree on so much as when the potty breaks are allowed. This has become a modern example of neither the Emperor or his gadflies have any clothes, at all. I'll lay down 10 - 1 that this won't be completely over until next year - with millions needlessly harmed in the process. All fair-minded folks simply must vote this clowncar load of tunnel-visioned children out of office. Get registered. Become active in the political life of your neighborhood/town/city. Volunteer in the process. Get your friends/neighbors registered. Vote as if your life depended on it, because chances are increasing daily that it does.

Yesterday at a local park. Hooked up with a guy from grindr. Sucked his cock and he fucked me raw on a picnic table.

Okay, so what constitutes "older"? 40? 50? 60? I find these kinds of threads incredibly entertaining because at one point in my life 30 was considered "over the hill". You were done, the party was over. Boy was I wrong. I don't get irritated, I laugh, when I read some posts or overhear guys saying "oh, I would never hook up with him, he's in his 40s". It's not as prevalent here on BZ, but other hook up sites and apps guys make up these kind of remarks all the time. I just sit back and say to myself "Just you wait......". Because time marches on and before you know it there is a face staring you back in the mirror that isn't 25 anymore, and that person still wants to have sex, for MANY years to come. Time marches on gentleman, never say never!

Interesting article in my news feed this morning about same-sex sexual behaviors in (non-human) mammals, with some hypotheses about why it (repeatedly) evolves. https://www.nature.com/articles/s41467-023-41290-x TL;DR - One of the hypotheses (excerpt below) focuses on mediating lethal conflicts by substituting sexual behavior in the establishment of dominance hierarchies, particularly among males. Gee, doesn't that sound an awful lot like the whole "alpha" dynamic that we talk about here? Hmmm.... interesting!

Installment number Nine of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style non-enhanced sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - with Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the guesthouse with his revealed to be former partyboi husband Charlie), Karl and the other Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story during the storm-caused power failure, and our str8 boy gets booty-bumped one too many times and pulls me back to my room because he needs to be fucked NOW... We were in the midst of thanking each other profusely – me for offering me his cherry, he for me waiting for him to want it then doing so well – when a key turned in the lock and Lou peeked around the doorframe. “Finally.” He commented. “Thank you, J-man, you are impressive.” “Daddy-J is a master of his art” (which he pronounced ‘ahhhT’) replied Vice to Lou, “now shut up, get in here and fuck me!” SATURDAY, 2AM and BEYOND: IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNIN’ I laughed hearing the deflowered stud in my bed demanding more cock in his ass. Lou looked really, really pleased and fished in his pouch for a big rock to drop in the waterpipe. Sparking the torch, he melted the rock as Vice and I looked on, then took a big rip off the pipe and smiled. “So,” he began as he blew out his cloud. “You liked it then?” “It’s wickie hot,” was Vice’s reply as Lou took what looked like another massive hit. He then handed me the pipe and torch and pulled Vice in for a shotgun that turned into a major tongue-wrestle between them. As I took a big hit myself, Lou and Vice finally disengaged, their cloud dissipating between them. “Feel any less like a man?” Lou continued his line of questioning. Vice shook his head several times then said: “Nah, it’s just like J-man here said, you can get fucked and still be all man… I totally get that now, J,” he looked to me as he finished. “And damn it feels hot as fuck too. Just like me fucking ass, I gotta try out a few more samples. For instance, I just had some amazing white meat, isn’t it time for some dark meat now?” We all laughed. After passing the pipe and sharing shotguns between the three of us, Vice looked at Lou and said, “You been wanting a piece of this for a while, ain’t cha’ bro? Been jonesing for some fine straight-boy hole?” With a big smirk, Lou replied “you don’t know the half of it homie… Been jonesing for that super ‘fine’ tail for a while – givin’ and takin’ now? Dat’s fly… jus’ wha’ I need for a real wingman, yo.” I was chuckling to myself as both of their speech patterns went totally street urban all of a sudden while they teased each other. I mean, Vice always had the Bahstan-Capecadd drawl to a degree, but he was unconsciously laying it on thicker now while Lou seemed to be able to turn on and off his “Official Only African American Dealer In The Town But Customers Expect It” Urban Patois that he obviously got a kick out of using when it was fun for him or when he wanted a customer or any possible threat to think that’s all he was… and hey, it certainly comes across strong, confident and badass… smart dude that Lou. Seeing the rabid looks they were giving each other, I hopped off the bed and quickly removed almost all of my leather, grabbed a towel and my bath kit and my key and said “Sounds like I should give you guys a few… gonna go piss, shower and wander. How long should I stay gone?” “Only 15 or 20,” Vice replied, “I wanna’ try out that ‘Lucky Philippe’ thing you talk about.” “Lucky Pierre” I corrected, and you’ll love it, see you in a few…” I saw Lou lining his chocolate cock up with Vice’s hole as I closed the door and headed to the shared bathroom. Just as I was heading in, a guy stopped me in the hall. This was an older gent, probably the oldest guest in the place that night – he’d been one of the gladiator movie fans from this afternoon and had to be 75 if he was a day, lean and wiry, his white skin tanned like well worn leather, about 5’6” and a few tatts that looked genuine Navy like the vintage white sailor cap he was sporting over his silver buzz cut, white canvas deck shoes and a military surplus jock completed his attire. “You needing to empty the tap, sir? Why waste it on the porcelain?” Pleased with his nonchalant request, I figured, why not? “Sure thing Sailor, but you better know that this is definitely high-octane and very much not plain unleaded. That okay?” He nodded, “damn sir, that’s a bonus!” “Okay Sea-dawg, front or back?” The armband on his thin right bicep was black so that wasn’t an issue. His face lit up as he answered “Back, back please. Much better bump from your fuel that way… don’t worry, sir all clean.” With the caverject shot still in full force I was hard again almost immediately. He wasn’t really my type, but he’d kept trim and the grin on his face and the twinkle in his eye were enough for me to recognize a fellow player who enjoyed the game as much as I did and probably didn’t get to play as much anymore… and yeah, this would be me someday too, so l gave this Korean War Vet/New Chembuddy as good a quickie as I could, I remember hoping karma would come back to me someday in the future! I started to bring him into the restroom, but he asked quietly “out here?”. Which made me grin, and made my cock a bit harder, as I turned him and made him do a perp stance facing the wall in the hall, arms up and legs spread. He was lubed but freshly so, and I still had plenty on my tool that a bit of spit got us wet enough for me to slide right in… warm velvet I have to admit. We were near the edge of the now slightly dimmer emergency lighting and seemed like a few guys were watching from the shadows, so rather than give him my chempiss right away, I gave him a nice steady firm mid-pace fuck for a couple of minutes – he had nice muscle control I must admit. “Damn” I said out loud to please him as I pumped him while reaching around to tweak his pierced nips, “you may look like a salty dog, but you’re still an able-bodied seaman where it counts sailor.” (My several times playing Lt. Cable in “South Pacific” were serving me well here…) “Oh yeah, Cap’n, you like that Squid Hole?” he groaned back. (How do I always wind up an officer?). I switched to a slow screw that I knew couldn’t last more than a few minutes as I seriously had to piss by this time, and I wanted to end with the piss so we didn’t mess up the hallway – which would happen if I continued a fuck on a piss-filled hole. That was when I felt a fat warm cock slide into MY hole while a soft hairy belly from someone rather large covered my back and two hairy arms slid around me and started seriously tweaking MY nips, and both felt great. A grumbly voice spoke in my ear “You like filling my man’s sweet ass? You’re making him so happy I had to find some way to repay you.” I figured this must be the Bear from the afternoon’s Gladiator group who was sitting at the time with the Vet I was pumping now – seemed to remember thinking he could play Santa Claus at Macy’s without any false hair, false beard or false belly… hell, it worked for the moment. “His ass is like velvet, man, and you feel great back there too, BUT I was just supposed to be emptying my chempiss in your salty dog here except when I slid in I just couldn’t resist a little bit of a fuck before I empty out. And I have to empty out SOON. Seriously, almost bursting here.” “Okay, just let me have a minute or two more, I’ll pound you, you pound him – he can take it – then piss away!” Which is what we did. Maybe another 20-25 hard pounding strokes and I felt Santa shudder and jerk as he dropped a load in me while my battered bladder finally let go and filled his partner with a good amount of high octane chem piss. The naval dude just sighed and said, “Thanks Cap’n, anytime you need a snug harbor…” “Thanks for that, both of you” I said to the pair as I finished pissing and quickly popped out of the now squishy hole, “but now I have to do a quick shower and run…” Santa wiggled his eyebrows at me, asking “Your straight boytoy waiting to fuck you some more?” I couldn’t resist. “No man,” I replied with a smirk. “My pet straight boy begged me to de-virginize his straight hairy ass, and he’s waiting for me to fuck him again – our dusky friend is filling the void for me right now, and I want to get back…” Okay, okay, I was actually bragging… wouldn’t you? The look on their faces was priceless – and Santa’s cock jerked up a couple of times on its own and dribbled out a bit more jizz. I swiped my finger through it, licked it off my finger and gave a quick but proper salute then sauntered into the bathroom. In unison behind me I heard two male voices whimper “Fuuuuuuck…” Within a few minutes, I had dumped lube and load out of my butt, did a spot clean, showered the outer layer of sweat and lube off, gargled some mouthwash and headed back to “my boys”. Entering the hall from the shower I realized the power had gone back on while I was in there – the red lighting from the beginning of the evening was back, looking around I noticed that there were less doors open and a few more “do not disturb” signs out as some guys, especially those not enhanced, got tuckered out and finished up their play for the night. I took a quick detour back to the stairs to the third floor and went part way up – the door to room 38 was only barely cracked, but it was evident that there was still a good bit of activity going on in there – as I tried to get a better handle on how things were going in there, the door creaked a bit more open and Sebastian popped his head out. “Just checking – we are going to need another fifteen minutes or so,” I whispered, “do you want the three of us to come back up?” Nodding his head with great emphasis, Sebastian replied “Oh very much so yes, things should go on for at least another two hours… oui, yes, come… come soon!” Promising we would, I headed back downstairs and slipped into the room. “Ready for me?” I asked as I came in. One of the room lights was now on, and I saw that Vice was fumbling around – gently -by my laptop while Lou was pulling drinks out of my cooler with one hand and holding his monster water pipe with the other. “Sweet, hand me one of those gatorades, man,” Lou tossed me a lemon-lime, my favorite and I feel like I emptied half of it down my gullet in 30 seconds or less, “thanks, I needed that. You boys enjoying your new activity!” “Mmm-hmm-hmm” was all I could get out of a smirking, grinning Lou, while Vice replied, “Indeed we are, but I’m glad you are back, I need to examine these two styles side by side. Mind blown, J, mind blown!” He chuckled to himself a bit then looked down at what he was doing. “Oh, but first, when the power went back on, your machine booted itself back up but it seems to be freaking out a bit. I tried to calm it down, but you’d better… and maybe put on some more hot stuff now that it’s not on battery anymore?” He couldn’t have looked more like a little boy in that moment if he tried. The problem was easy – the dvd drive kept trying to engage, but no one was pressing “play”. I put in Hot Desert Knights with a leather theme and took the offered bong and shared a few rips with the boys. I let them know the gang upstairs would be happy to have us return if they both wanted to AFTER we schooled Vice on “Lucky Pierre”. Since he’d spent the last little while being dicked by his bud’s weapon, it was time for him to fuck Lou while I sandwiched Vice from behind. Lou lay on the bed and raised his legs to the sky while Vice and I spent a minute or five tonguing that hole and Frenching each other with a few more clouds, then Vice got to his knees and grabbed Lou by the ankles and pushed in. “Ooh, hold a minute” asked Lou. “Seriously? You been fucked all night man,” I kidded, “not enough lube?” “No, dammit,” he replied, “freakin’ CHARLIE HORSE”, which made all of us, even him laugh out loud. I took those few minutes while he and Vice kneaded Lou’s calf muscle (with Vice still fully inserted) to rim Vice’s magnificent no-longer-virgin ass, getting it a bit more ready. “Done!” Lou said, “now get that daddy dick in the boy here…” On my knees I entered Vice from behind while Lou held poppers under his pal’s nose – I slid right in like Brett Gardner stealing Third in Post Season… damn life is good sometimes, right? Both my boys were moaning and talking nasty and seemed to be in heaven, myself likewise. Vice commented finally – “this is the most amazing sensation my body has ever had, no wonder this is your fav, J Daddy!” A minute or two later, he called ‘switch’. I stood at the edge of the bed sitting on a pillow, rolled onto my back with knees to my chest, then pulled myself back to the edge so that my ass was partly off with the pillow wedging it up, then I reached over pulled the other pillow behind my neck got my knees behind my elbows and said, “Ready boys.” Like I did before, Vice and Lou attacked my hole for a bit with tongues and clouds, then with a huff of Max Impact off a sweat sock, Vice once again sank his thick linguica into the guy who took his virgin hole. He was getting REALLY good working a man’s hole, and when his eyes widened a bit and then slowly closed in a blissful expression, I knew that Lou’s chocolate delight was re-finding its new home. “Fuuhuuhgh, so wickie hawt, yeah, yeah – how do you dudes ever STOP doing this?” Lou and I both chortled a bit about that, and I answered, “that’s why I try to do it so often, right?” The expression on Vice’s face was one of sheer bliss. Lou caught my eye over his shoulder and murmured “get ready to do that muscle contraction thing you do with yo ass J-man, we’re going to send him to orbit from both sides…” I nodded and Lou raised his voice to a growl in Vice’s ear “Welcome to Nirvana man – there ain’t not going back to boring ass vanilla sex now!” Vice’s eyes shot open as Lou began a wild rough triple beat pound on this now ravenous hole of Vice’s while I worked my muscle magic on that hot cock of his at the same time… the poor kid looked like he was about to hyperventilate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah, Yeah, YEAH… FUCKIN HEAVEN BROS!!!” Vice bucked and heaved, then stuck both arms straight out to both sides and bellowed “STOP! … MUST BREATHE!” All movement came to a halt as the Dealer stud and I smiled at each other with the newly initiated stud muffin between us collapsed on my chest, tears streaming down his face as he laughed, giggled, panted and moaned “so good, so wickie good, so fuckin good…” and then laughed and cried some more hugging my chest, then kissing me and smiling “Oh daddy, so so so good… but I gotta have five to pull my soul back inta my body man… and then we go upstairs.” “Excellent,” I responded. “That’s my wingman,” said Lou. As his chest slowed down from it’s heaving, Vice was laughing again “Nothing came out of my dick, but it felt like the most powerful cum I ever had… as good as when you fucked me to jizz without touching myself, J-daddy- not better cause it couldn’t be but LONGER. The two of you might kill me but I wouldn’t care.” His breathing slowed some more, then he smirked at us “I realize I have two professional level players here with me, but I’m new, we’re all high as fuck and they are out there wanting us to join in… can we?” “Hell yeah,” I said, “But do something for me. Enjoy getting more cock and more ass, but trust me if you want to take on Marcel, leave him for last and let us get you ready – everyone else should be fine.” I went to the closet and pulled a few things out; “let me set you both up so they think the whole master and his boys things is real since it seems to turn them on – AND it also allows me to protect our newbie here since they all seem to hop to my commands even Marcel, so… first of all, a subtle change…” pulling most of the leather off of Vice, I pulled the second black ribbon out of the wrist band and wrapped it around his right arm so he had two like Lou and I did, “don’t say a word, see who figures it out first.” “Devious, J-man, even I could take lessons…” Lou quipped. I put them both in black cloth baseball caps not exactly matching but close, same with two white jock-codpieces (the waistband stays on but you can unsnap the pouch so your cock is free and it still has straps in the back to frame your ass perfectly, each with thick rubber cock rings, leather thongs tied around their biceps on both sides right under the ribbons, white sweat socks, and leather and cloth wrist wraps that could be locked together so one’s right wrist was connected to his buddy’s left and they’d need to walk in tandem. My master’s cap, my full metal harness, leather vest and a black leather jock-codpiece also with removable pouch, chrome taint tickler thick cockring, my engineer boots and we were ready. “What, no leash and collars for us?” Lou joked. I took his hand, showed him my pale hand by turning it back and forth right over his, then took his dark hand and flipped it back and forth, then put them together showing the contrast. “Hell no,” I said seriously, “if you ever want me to do that in private fine, because to me it doesn’t matter whose got more melanin and whose got less - and is fucking jealous!!” which made him laugh in that grave moment, which was good, “but with these guys? Some of whom may have the issues we talked about and joked about earlier? No way will I denigrate you that way or have them think that just cause you’re “my boys” that I think of you as anything less than me or that you are in a servant position to me, no. I just won’t do it. There’s too much real shit out there without having to add to it for a fantasy or for show. Hope that’s cool, but not me.” Lou just grabbed me and planted a huge kiss on me, his eyes looked a bit wet. “That. That… damn man, look what you did to me you righteous fuck you! Respect man,” he touched his heart and looked down for a bit. “Respect” Vice just goggled at us during this whole exchange. “Well then,” Lou announced. “Since Daddy J will NOT be Masta J, for which I thank him, then let’s go up there with heads held high, cocks half hard and asses primed and SHOW THEM MOTHERFUCKERS HOW ITS DONE!”. Laughing our asses off we made it to Room 38, were welcomed heartily with clouds and booty bumps and kisses and gropes and rimming and more clouds, and Zar being the first to notice Vice’s “change of status” to versatile and so claiming “DIBS!” while the rest swarmed Vice like frat boys getting free pizza, so I stepped in front of my newbie, and got into my Daddy/Boy role play persona while holding out my hand, between the Tina, the fog of long pnp play and the hot situation, I was really chewing the scenery as we say, even getting bombastic but man it was fun. “Just understand something here. This boy of mine is special, and he asked me to take his cherry tonight – and I did, then his brother there added his skills too. And my boy liked it – he liked it a lot, and he’s gonna be an amazing switch hitter, but on this special occasion, he wants to try a few more… and I gave my permission, I WANT him to enjoy this and so far he’s had remarkably little pain and let me be clear, it will STAY that way. Get it? Now he’s a real man and so I’m not saying you can’t fuck hard or get a bit rough or wrestle it up some, but this is his first damn time and I promise you he will enjoy it or you will answer to me. So no games with not enough lube, or scratching him up, or pushing too much in too fast or making him bleed, or any shit like that. Understand? I want him to WANT to do this again, so don’t fuck this up. Right?” Head nods all around and it was all I could do not to crack up – they all took me at my word and only the brief smile of gratitude from Vice and the furtive look of merriment on Lou and to be honest, Zar’s faces let me know I had a few appreciating my over the top performance. But I was being honest, I wanted the kid to like this, not wind up bleeding and in pain and never repeating his experiences. Zar would get his wish from this afternoon as Vice wanted him to go first, which seemed to immensely please the hot skinhead guest house manager. As a final note before sex, I pulled Vice and Marcel aside and whispered low to Marcel “Dude, I know you’re an alpha, you don’t get fucked only fisted and you are a master cocksman with that battering ram of yours and I can attest to how amazing that feels opening a guy up. But I’m asking you to let him decide if wants to finally have a go at that masterpiece, and I’m asking you to wait for a few smaller guys to go first, then go easy at first – and use some boybutter on that piercing of yours, not just spit, okay? You can do all that to me or my other boy Lou over there. Show your amazing skills to Vice by making him love it. If he says stop, DO, or he and I will double fuck you until you scream… that a deal – it’s a fine just cherry-picked hole and it will be worth your while. Deal?” Marcel kissed us both on both cheeks and said “Agreed. You protect your boys, good. Like me with Sebastian. Now let’s all fuck – since our house manager gets him first, I’ll substitute his Daddy’s hole instead.” Overhearing that Zar tossed me Max Impact, a jock, and then held a pipe to my lips to get me started for Marcel’s monster. And that’s how within 10 minutes from leaving my room the three of us wound up side by side fucking and rimming a hot dude in front of us with three studs behind us pounding our holes. Lou had Sebastian to fuck and rim, with Ed topping him, Vice was enjoying Rachman “Rocky”’s beautiful butt, with Zar blissfully pounding him out expertly, while I rimmed and fucked Gary while Marcel attempted to create a new lane of the Lincoln Tunnel in my ass… amazing, BUT… still amazing… And so it went, the three of us got to be “Lucky Pierre’s” much of the time with the occasional bonus of either a cock or hot hole for our mouths and tongues along with our cocks in an ass and cocks in us. Much swapping of threes and fours, and Vice not only enjoyed Zar as a top, but had Tom and Ed and Gary fuck him too – Rachman and Sebastian leaning heavily bottom for the evening passed on a turn but asked for “rain checks”. There were times when Vice and I, or Lou and Vice, or Zar and me would be 69ing sucking the others cocks while each of us was being fucked too. Finally, Vice decided it was time he tried the “Double Diamond Dick” before he chickened out. Wanting to concentrate fully on what was happening, he opted out of being a Lucky Pierre this time and got on his back for the penetration, pillows propping up his butt and neck as Marcel stood bedside like Vice had done to me down in my room. I knelt on one side of him on the bed with pipe, torch, poppers and Max Impact with Lou on the other side ready with several lubes but first while I was shot-gunning Vice a hit, tied off his bud’s arm and the hot dealer administered Vice a small pick-up slam while Sebastian, standing, did the same for his hubby Marcel. Two snaps as tourniquets were popped off, two guys coughing and then Vice moaning, “okay man, give me that monster” with Marcel simply nodding and growling sexily as his fat head and piercing – covered with cream lube slowly stretched open a hole that until just a few hours ago had been “exit only” and that 48 hours prior would never have conceived of being where it was and WANTING this. I saw a bit of fear, and whispered, ‘Relax, you’ve got this, and trust me the way he’s doing it – you are going to love it real soon!” Vice nodded and the panic eased off his face and he was smiling again, allowing the big head to pop through and making him gasp and moan “fuck that’s big… but fuck that’s good.” With popper hits, a couple of shared clouds and encouragement from everyone in the room, slowly but surely that beautiful beast went balls deep on our former str8 sex only convert. When those bull balls swinging beneath their leather ball stretcher slapped down against Vice’s sss skin he got a look of hungry triumph on his face saying “Oh fuck this is awesome… fuck me man, please.” The rest of the room while still stroking other guys or with their cock in an ass or one in their own hole, slowed to watch this newbie take a cock many more experienced holes would balk at. And while he was huffing and puffing a lot, he was definitely enjoying it! Marcel was true to his word, and so he kept his strokes long and slow but he did make them HARD and Vice seemed to like that as it must have been hitting his prostate just right. We all knew this couldn’t last long but it wasn’t Vice who had to tap out, it was Marcel! Vice started that blissed out laugh/cry thing he did the last two times he let go, and the laughing huffs must have made his hole contract each time because Marcel started shaking his head rapidly back and forth growling, “so tight, merde, can’t hold it…” and then roared incoherently while he blew a load up into Vice who immediately started that shaking anal orgasm thing again that left him smiling and giggling while Marcel looked out for the count! That seemed the right time to call a close and as the three of us got ourselves and our gear back together, I pulled out 3 butt plugs I’d put in Lou’s canvas ditty when I knew we were on our way up, giving the fattest one to Vice whose hole was currently the one most stretched to hold everything in on our way downstairs. Stopping in the common bathroom, we all did a little cleaning rinsed off in the shower together, and retired to my room to collapse naked with each other, lightly playing while we relaxed and watched porn each catching a bit of nap here and there and enjoying each other’s bodies and company. Vice was popping grapes and having a bit of Yogurt around 5:30AM when he looked at me, and with all sincerity asked, “So, Daddy J, is EVERY weekend like this for you?” Lou couldn’t even control his laughter as I sputtered, “sadly no, Vice, even I cannot claim to have a weekend like THIS very often at all.” We laughed and I added “and hell, its still not even dawn on Saturday morning!!”

CumUnion on Friday night, then 2nd week of Western Xposure all weekend. Might swing by Barracks for Cocks in Socks (but will probably stay at All Worlds until they kick me out) Planning on getting as many loads as is humanly possible. Cum seed me or offer your own cummy hole, I can't resist eating and then fucking those!

Continuing the story…. We followed Rob out into the shared area of the complex. There were rooms around the central area, that had a pool and hot tubs. He took us to a corner of the complex where there was an outdoor dungeon. In the center was a sling. There were four guys there sucking each other in different corners. It was dark outside with only dim lighting. Rob lifted me into the swing and began fucking me. With gymnast skill, Gino jumped up on top of me and lifted my legs so they could double fuck me. I was spinning and so relaxed and my hole and been fucked by both of them for hours so I was as loose as I’d ever been, but I didn’t think I could take these two at the same time. Rob slid in first. He felt so good and I moaned as he warmed me back up. Then Gino put his head at the entrance and firmly forced the tip in. They had obviously had lots of practice together. I didn’t think I could take getting double fucked again, but I was so high I could have taken an elephant, I thought. They both came again, one shortly after the other. While I was catching my breath, Rob was talking to the guys. One by one they came over and fucked me. None of them came but the nastiness of having four strangers stick their dicks in my slag hole was hot. Rob and Gino pretty much carried me back to the room. They smoked some more and Gino blew some more smoke in my face. I didn’t fight it but didn’t try to inhale it either. Rob said he was going for a walk and left for awhile. Gino and I talked for a bit and then he stuck his still hard cock in me again. He felt soooo good inside and I told him. I knew it was the drugs but I felt like I was falling in love with him. He was so handsome and nice and sexually in tune with me. Then he said, “You ready?” ”For what?” I asked, wondering what else they hadn’t already done. Gino slid three fingers inside me along side his cock. It felt fantastic. Then he added a forth and got his hand in up to his knuckles and held it there while he fucked me hard. It was better than being double fucked. I screamed as I tried to cum but the T was keeping me limp and unable to com. After a few minutes, he slid out, backed down and told me to just relax my body and my hole. He petted the outside and softly massaged the inside. It felt good. I felt a burning. I’m not sure to this day if he added more T but I wouldn’t be surprised. Then he inserted all four fingers up to his knuckles. I knew what he was doing now. “I’ve only been fisted once by a guy with small hands years ago and that was for like ten seconds.” I said. ”Just relax.” He replied. He coached me to breathe and push out and before long his whole big fist was in me. Fireworks blew in my brain and my entire body started to shudder. “Oh fuck, Gino. Oh fuck!” Then Gino started to turn it gently one direction and the other. I couldn’t believe the ecstasy that was wracking my entire body. Like every nerve was on fire. I moaned so loudly I thought someone would complain from another room. He continued by pulling almost all the way out and then back in. Finally I asked him to pull out. My nervous system was overloaded and I could not take any more. To be continued.

i sucked my first cock at 18 shortly before graduating high school (a 21 year old). a few months later i got fucked by a 27 year old teaching assistant at university. both were BIG men who did not know it was my first time and gave it to me pretty hard. without any discussion before, during or after, i naturally gravitated toward a submissive bottom role and reciprocation was not even considered. i wasn't expecting sex to be so physically demanding but i immediately knew on some level that i'd found my place and had better get comfortable in it. the rest of the year did not go as smoothly. instead of embracing my instinctive attraction to older, dominant, masculine tops who sensed our compatibility, i kept going home from the bars with guys my own age who lacked the equipment and assertiveness to make anything sexual happen between us. I felt guilty about being more attracted to men who weren't out as gay for political reasons and was generally confused about who to be friends with and who to fuck, not having any experiences with gay people. I did manage to get fucked twice by guys who were handsome but clearly more vers-bottom oriented so there weren't fireworks. by the end of the year, my new best friend, a tall 23 year old musclejock who seemed (to me) too masculine to possibly be completely uninterested in topping, finally succeeded in convincing me that it wouldn't work out between two total bottoms and to let him be my wingman instead. i turned 19 and returned to my suburban hometown where i'd be commuting one hour into the city for an undemanding job at my uncle's office filling in for a receptionist on maternity leave. i was expecting the summer to be a dud but decided to take my friend up on his suggestion to check out the nude beach, the adult movie theatre and the personals on squirt and craigslist. My body count went from 4 to "lost track" within my first week on the job, I kid you not. Every day for 4 months I spent my hourlong lunch break on my hands and knees on the dirty floor of a $6 porn theatre sucking off every dick i could get my hands on, a nice mix of 30-60 year old guys of all racial backgrounds looking to unload before heading back to work. Some were in suits, some in scrubs, some in UPS uniforms, construction vests. If they had hair on their chest and a thick slab of meat I'd be bobbing in no time in front of the whole theatre. I realized there was nothing stopping me from moving on to the next cock even if the first guy had cum and gone, and nothing stopping strangers from playing with my tits and sliding their cock into my ass from behind while i was being held down on a stranger's dick and couldn't turn around to look at who was joining in. I was introduced to poppers and what they allowed me to do for the daddies. i quickly got over my shyness about age differences, public and group sex and being called "daddy's pussyboy" by men who were evenly divided between those who never touched my limp leaking dick at all and those who got off on our size contrast even when they stroked me to full 4" erection. many in both camps had wedding rings on. i started wearing red or black Calvin Klein thongs and hanging out in the "bi/straight" theatre instead of the one showing gay porn and realized i had even better luck there. the only days i didn't punch in for my shift as the financial district's resident shameless twink lunch hour bottom were when i called in sick to suck cock at the nude beach instead. i must have averaged 3 or 4 men every weekday for 4 months plus the occasional craigslist hookup or roadhead on the weekend which works out to 300-400 blowjobs in a summer. i probably only got penetrated about 50 times because there wasn't enough time to take any more. needless to say, my second year of college was very different than the first. i still went to bars and clubs with my friends but would slip away before last call to the local leather bar where i was usually the youngest person by a mile and men would pick me up by putting my hand down their pants or fingering me on the dancefloor. no ambiguity. i was usually blowing them before the taxi even got us home. if they fell asleep after fucking me i'd slip out and head to the bathhouse to get a $5 student discounted locker and station myself in a dark room in time for the 3am rush. if my hookup had taken viagra, i wouldn't be released from cocksucking duty until much later but it was still impossible to resist stopping by the bathhouse on my way home just to see who was around. By 5 or 6am the better looking guys were few and far between but there was never a shortage of hard dicks and nasty daddies very surprised and happy to see me pop up out of nowhere and start feeling them up under their towel. Sunday afternoons were also great sauna days, there's nothing better for a hangover than getting spitroasted in a steamroom. Weekdays after work were also prime time for commuter daddies cheating on their way to the train station. All that to say, things escalated quickly. It was 4 and suddenly it was more than 50 and suddenly it was a shockingly high ballpark estimate that I knew I should keep to myself in polite company. I've never been much of a counter - most nights at the sauna the dicks would sometimes blend together if I never got a good look at their face to begin with, and it might have been 4 guys or possibly 7, with usually about half of them fucking my ass. I've slowed down lately but I've probably averaged sex with at least 2 or 3 different men per week over the last 15 years. That puts me around 2500-2750 overall, although I have a lot more repeat customers these days which is fine by me!

I'm very vers, both can be great experiences in their own way :) To be honest, if I'm really in to a guy who hasn't had a chance to prepare I'll still do it. The guys I'm getting are often cruisy 'straight' types, either at the cruising places near the industrial area or found on grindr where I look for uniform and work gear profile pics. Workmen with a 45 minute break, that type of guy. Recently had a landscape gardener who'd just finished a job and was sneaking in a meet on the way home to his girlfriend. These aren't generally freshly prepped guys, and even if I did catch them on a day off work most of them would be pretty clueless about prepping anyway. Mostly they're wanking or blowing each other and not highly experienced guys. A lot need to be told you've gotta use lube for a fuck. But they're often up for trying it, so that's cool. So yeah, I top their unprepared butts. Not got any fetish for it, but if you want that kind of guy that's how they mostly come. It's almost always ok, no accidents. What does get me hard is unplanned sex and workmen, so when their pants come off and I'm looking at their warm, sexy hole, that's all I care about. I had a hot cub with a great beard one time who was some kind of cable internet installer come to my house in his work gear. His butt looked great in the work pants, proper stocky and nice, and it looked even better with them pulled down a bit and him on the bed with his legs up. A great hairy, stocky arse and thighs with a nice furry crack. I could feel the heat of his entrance on my foreskin and his soft crack hair around my dick as I teased him. Then he tells me he hasn't been able to prepare so we can't fuck! I don't care, I've got totally focused on the goal at that point. My dick is touching the entrance to the most amazing feeling thing and I'm one push of my thighs away from feeling it. It was like mate, I've got to have this arse. Some guys can be convinced it's ok, others you can't. Thankfully he was cool with it and we had a great time.

You’re absolutely right. Airport hotels - or even hotels mainly used by cabin crew in a city - are fertile ground. Open Grindr around Heathrow and you’re knee deep in cock.

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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.

Paul's Continuing Seduction, Matt at the Bar, Part 2 The drag show is ending as Matt sits down. Paul is flirting with a couple of the guys at the table when Matt sits down. He reaches over to rub Matt’s leg as a friendly gesture. Matt smiles at Paul and the guys. The bouncer Matt knows comes by to clean off the empty glasses on the table. The bouncer leans in and asks Matt to come to the bar with him as he drops off the glasses. Bouncer turns to Matt at the bar and says, “Hey one of the folks who works here saw you leave the bathroom with a guy we know does coke. We asked him not to do it here. I just gotta ask, were you in the bathroom with that guy and did you do drugs with him tonight?” Matt is a bit surprised; not that John would do coke, but that he is being asked if he did coke in the bar tonight. Matt honestly answers, “Yes, we were in the bathroom together. But he was fucking me in there. We didn’t do drugs.” The bouncer rolls his eyes, chuckles, and says, “Matt the bathrooms are not for fucking. If you got caught in there, we’d ask you to leave the bar. Seriously, just use them to go to the bathroom.” Matt blushes deeply (for what seems like the tenth time tonight) and apologizes. The bouncer says “Thanks for being honest with me. Stay away from that guy. He ain’t bad, but he ain’t a good guy either. And, if you wanna get fucked just wiggle that amazing ass in my direction.” The bouncer smiles at Matt. Matt turns away from the bouncer, wiggles his ass, and looks over his shoulder. The bouncer, and now a bartender watching, laugh and high five. Matt laughs. The bartender makes them each a shot and they do it. As Bouncer walks away, he feels Matt’s ass before he takes off. Matt leans in and says, “You want to come by later?” Bouncer nods. Matt grabs a bar napkin and a pen and writes the address and buzzer number on the napkin. “I’ll get out of here about 2am tonight. That cool.” Matt says, “Ring the buzzer. I’m going to go home soon before I get wasted on these drinks.” Bartender makes Matt another long island, on the house. Matt had seen and spoken with the bartender while getting drinks on other visits to this bar. Matt is imagining the bartender fucking his ass. The bartender is mid-30s and has a bulky, almost baseball player build, and nice arms. His shirt cuts into his biceps nicely, but not in an overly muscled way. Matt leans in for the presented drink and says, “The bouncer may come by tonight. Want to join us?” The bartender smiles at Matt and noncommittally says, “Maybe.” Matt smiles and goes back to the table to find Paul and one of the under 21s still there. Paul clearly has decided who he is fucking tonight. Matt is a little disappointed, hoping Paul would fuck him later. Since Matt and Travis broke it off, Matt doesn’t have access to Paul’s dick as often. Matt sits down next to Paul and the guy. Paul turns to Matt and asks what the bouncer wanted. Matt tells him. Paul laughs. The other guy leans in and says, “What’s funny?” Paul tells the guy what happened. The guy is surprised. Matt and Paul can see it on his face. Ignoring the guy’s reaction, Paul says, “Where’s my drink?” Matt apologizes and said this one was on the house. He gives Paul some money and says, “Go get one for yourself. I just forgot.” Paul takes the money and says he will be back; leaving Matt with the surprised college kid to his right. Matt is sitting in his cushioned round swivel stool; looking around the bar some. He turns to face the college boy and asks his name. It’s Ryan. Ryan says, “Listen. I’m sorry I was surprised a minute ago at your story. It’s just that I was saving this for you.” Ryan hands Matt his free safe sex kit the clinic folks were giving out. Ryan continues, “Yours was the only one that was opened. When my friends left after the drag show, they all took their packets. I noticed you left yours on the table and I put it in my pocket to give it to you. I was surprised when you said your got fucked in the bathroom because I knew your condoms were in my pocket. That would mean you got fucked without the condoms.” Matt looked at Ryan and thought, “What a nosy fucker. Why is this asshole all up in my business. This is how rumors start and why people talk about me.” Matt took a beat and sipped his drink through the straw and looked more deeply Ryan. Ryan clearly played sports in high school, maybe club sports in college. The brown haired, button nosed, slim waisted jock was sexy. There was something else though all over the college boy’s face – curiosity. It wasn’t judgment. This kid was curious. Matt put his drink on the table, looked the boy in the eye and said, “Yes. I bumped into a fuckbuddy in line for the bathroom. We fucked in the bathroom. We didn’t use a condom.” Ryan looked like a guy who knew the answer and been proven correct, but then the curiosity washed over his face again. Ryan eagerly asked, “Does that mean the story that Jason told us is true? That y’all had unprotected sex with my friends a couple weeks ago?” Matt looks dead in Ryan’s face and says, “Jason is the black haired one right?” Ryan nods. “What did Jason tell you about his role in this unprotected bareback orgy among 6 guys?” Ryan says, “Not much really. He had sex with two guys.” Paul comes back over with his drink and a water for Ryan. He hears the conversation and sees the guy’s body language. As Paul is about to say something, Matt says, “Ryan. The story you heard made me look slutty right? That, I as the bottom, had unprotected sex with 4 men that night and I let guys cum inside me. And that I was the center of the story?” Ryan nods. Matt sighs slowly and says, “Sex is fun. That night was fun. It really was. It was fun for each of us. Right Paul?” Paul nods. Matt continues, “If the guys telling that story were honest in their retelling of the story, they’d tell it from their own perspectives and how they enjoyed it. Their story would be how it made each of them feel to do the things we did that night.” Paul, sensing Matt’s frustration but also the wisdom in what Matt is saying, joins in saying “Matt is right. When I jerk off thinking about previous sex partners I think about how it made me feel or how they looked as they got fucked or came. Isn’t that how you think about it when you jerk off?” Ryan looks down and shyly says, “I just came out this past year. I have fooled around with some guys on campus, but I haven’t had many great sexual experiences yet.” Then he adds, “I do think what you are saying is true though. I wish more of my friends saw it that way. Instead of judging each other for being too slutty and sleeping around. We all just want the same thing and want to feel good about doing it.” Paul comes and stands between Matt and Ryan. Matt’s legs are on either side of Paul’s legs as he stands there. Ryan is facing Paul as well. Paul kisses Ryan for a minute or so. Paul stops and turns to Matt. Paul kisses Matt and Matt feels his tongue in his mouth. Matt sucks on the tongue and kisses him back. Paul breaks off the kiss. Paul encourages Matt and Ryan to kiss. Matt leans over and Ryan kisses Matt. It’s a good kiss. Matt feels Ryan’s aggressive kiss and lets him take charge. By the time it’s over, Matt’s lips are wet and he feels a little abused, but in a good way. Paul says, “Matt you came to the bar tonight dressed for sex right?” Paul slips his hand up Matt’s shorts and a bit surprised asks, “What happened to your jockstrap?” Matt laughs softly and says, “Payment for services rendered.” The boys all laugh. All the tension from the previous conversation is gone now. Paul says, “That guy in the bathroom fucked you bareback right?” Matt nods, wondering where this is going. Paul says, “You knew there were condoms all over this bar tonight from the clinic safe sex folks, but you had unprotected sex anyway. Why?” Matt says, “It feels a lot better. And I knew the guy who fucked me.” Paul says, “I like to fuck bareback as well. You like getting fucked bareback by me right?” Matt smiles and says, “Yeah I do. I was hoping we’d fuck tonight.” Paul turns to Ryan and says, “When did you last have sex without a condom?” Ryan says, “I never have. I always use condoms to have sex.” Paul says, “When did you last get tested?” Ryan, “Beginning of the semester. Couple months ago.” Paul looks at Matt. Matt, knowing where this is going now, smiles. Paul asks Matt, “You up for it?” Matt says, “Yes. If Ryan is.” Ryan, looking like a cross between a confused puppy and an eager boy, looks at them both. Paul says, “Ryan, would you like to fuck Matt bareback tonight?” Ryan, clearly debating internally, says “but is it safe?” Matt says, “I just got tested and I’m negative. One guy I’ve had sex with previously, fucked me earlier tonight and came in my ass. I know the guy, but he’s not a friend or anything. So..um..yeah..I guess there is a small risk. Up to you.” Ryan says, “I really want to fuck you. You are so sexy. Can we just see how it goes and if we want to use a condom, we can?” Matt says, “Absolutely.” Matt, Paul, and Ryan leave the bar. As they are leaving, Matt sees the bouncer and says, “See you later I hope.” Bouncer smiles at Matt. The three guys head to Matt’s place. When they get there, Matt takes off his shoes, socks, and tank top. Paul and Ryan sit on Matt’s bed and kiss. Matt watches the guys make out. Paul takes off Ryan’s shirt and holds out his hand to Matt. Just in the flimsy running shorts, Matt straddles Ryan’s waist and kisses him. Ryan’s hands explore Matt’s body as they make out. Matt feels the eagerness in the man he is kissing. Matt decides to let Ryan be in total charge so he is comfortable. After a few minutes of rubbing his hands all over Matt’s back, abs, arms and shoulders; Ryan’s hands find Matt’s pert ass. Ryan quickly discovers the open seems and slides his hands inside to run on Matt’s bare ass. Clearly excited, Ryan says “You have the best ass I’ve ever felt.” Matt says softly, “Feel my hole. I like it when a guy plays with my hole.” Ryan looks up at Matt as he runs his fingers through Matt’s ass crack tentatively to find Matt’s hole. Matt and Ryan both know Matt’s been fingered tonight by Paul, fucked and bred by a guy less than an hour ago. Ryan feels Matt’s hole and rubs it. Matt moans softly as Ryan and Paul watch Matt’s face filled with pleasure. Ryan slips a finger inside Matt’s hole. Matt pushes back down on it so it slides all the way inside. Ryan watches as Matt fucks himself on his finger. The bed shifts as Paul stands and undresses himself. As if Paul’s movement is Ryan’s awakening, Ryan flips Matt onto his back, pulls off Matt's shorts, stands up, takes off his jeans and underwear, pushes off his shoes. Clad only in his socks, Ryan gets between Matt’s legs, slides up Matt's lithe body and kisses him. Matt can feel Ryan’s hard cock pressed against him. Ryan is feeling for Matt’s hole again. Matt spread his legs so they are bent on either side of Ryan, feet on the mattress, giving Ryan access to his hole. Ryan says, “I want to fuck you.” Matt says, “I want you to fuck me.” Ryan says, “Your hole is so hot. I can tell you really want to fuck.” Paul says, “Matt loves getting fucked,” and he sits back on the bed. Paul hands Matt the lube packet he brought from the bar. It’s open. Matt reaches down and lubes his hole some and says, “Can I lube your cock Ryan?” Ryan says, “Yes.” Ryan moans as Matt’s lubricated hand wraps around his cock. Matt strokes this nice cock for a few strokes to get it lubed up. Matt looks up at Ryan. Ryan puts his bare cock at Matt's hole and says, “I’m going to fuck you.” Paul holds out a condom and says, “Want this?” Matt says, "I want you to fuck me bareback." Matt guides Ryan’s bare, lubed cock to his unprotected ass and puts it on his hole. Matt says, “Push inside me.” A bit too aggressively, Ryan pushes his cock inside Matt. Matt’s grunt is appreciative and a bit pained. Paul drops the condom on the bed next to Matt and says, “Let Matt adjust to you inside him.” Matt lifts his legs up so Ryan’s cock can slide in him easier. Matt turns his head. sees the unopened condom next to him, and opens his mouth for Paul’s cock. As Paul slides his cock into Matt’s mouth, Ryan’s balls touch Matt’s ass. Ryan is in heaven. This sexy twink is spreading his legs for his bare cock and sucking off another guy that Ryan just met tonight. Fuck this feels so good. Ryan had never felt his bare cock inside an ass before. Ryan was so excited. He wasn’t going to last long inside this ass. Matt could feel Ryan beginning to tense up. He slid his free hand down Ryan’s back and grabbed his ass. Matt stopped sucking Paul for a bit, looked up at Ryan and said, “Cum inside me. It’s ok. I want you to cum in my ass. It’s the best part of getting fucked bareback.” Ryan made eye contact with Matt and growled, “I’m gonna cum soon.” Paul said, “Cum in him. He wants your load.” Matt held his legs open wide and watched as Ryan’s face contorted and he screamed, “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!” Ryan slammed his hips forward, burying his bare cock in Matt’s ass as he shot his load deep. Matt could feel 6-7 pumps as Ryan unloaded inside him. Ryan collapsed on Matt in enjoyment and pleasure. Ryan’s old habits took over and he slid his cock out and looked down. He chuckled at himself and said, “Oh yeah, no condom to throw in the toilet.” Ryan laid back down on the bed. Paul gently tugged Matt’s arm and said, “Sit your cum filled ass on my bare cock and ride.” Matt smiled and did as he was told; straddling Paul’s lap, lining up his big cock and sitting down on it. Matt adjusted to it easily since he’d already been fingered, fucked by two guys, and this was a cock with which his ass was well acquainted. Matt rode Paul up and down. Ryan laid next to them on Matt’s bed watching the guys fuck. Paul said, “Your ass feels so wet from the loads you took. It turns me on watching you beg guys to cum in you.” Paul took over the fuck at this point, guiding Matt’s ass to meet his thrusts upward. Matt adjusted his ass for this large cock’s intrusion – the third cock of the night. Paul said, “Beg me for it. I’m close and want to hear you say it.” Matt looked at Paul and Ryan and smiled a naughty smile. “You like it when I say slutty things right?” Paul nodded and continued to fuck Matt’s ass, slowing down a bit and long stroking his fat, long, bare cock into Matt’s ass. Matt said, “Cum in me. Add your load to two other guys tonight. Breed me.” Paul slid in and out of Matt as he was hearing the words. It was like Matt pulled a trigger. Paul was so turned on that he started cumming on the out stroke, tried to recover, but ended up losing half his load on Matt’s back, ass and floor. Paul shot his load so hard that he accidentally denied Matt half his load. Paul dropped back on the bed while Matt said, “Dude. You were supposed to cum inside. You shot so hard its in my hair.” They all laughed. Paul said, “That was super hot.” Ryan was hard again from watching the boys fuck. Matt looked hungrily at Ryan’s cock. Matt leaned over and took it in his mouth. It tasted of lube, his ass, and cum. It didn’t take look for Ryan to cum. He held Matt’s head as his shot his load down Matt’s throat. The party broke up when Matt said he needed to shower. The guys got dressed. Matt got Ryan’s number and they left. Matt was in the shower when he heard the door buzzer. He thought Ryan or Paul had forgotten something. He hopped out of the shower, dried off a bit to keep from getting water everywhere, buzzed the front door, popped his own door open a bit and was bent over slipping on the shorts he wore to the bar when he heard his apartment door open. He heard, “That’s a great ass.” Matt looked over his shoulder. It was the bouncer and the bartender from the bar. Matt said, “I guess I don’t need to put these shorts on.” The bouncer and bartender fucked him until the sun came up. Despite all the work of the safe sex advocates, Matt took it bareback from both the bartender and the bouncer that night. Matt took 2 loads down his throat and 3 more up his ass. The bartender and bouncer bred him and Matt begged them to cum in his ass. As the sun came up, Matt had taken 6 loads in his ass from 5 different men in less than 12 hours. Well, 5 and a half loads – Matt didn’t get all of Paul’s load.

In high school, I was a less popular jock. I played baseball and soccer so I was pretty involved in sports year around. By the time I graduated and was 18, I still hadn’t grown out of my slight chubbiness but all my friends would comment on how fat my ass was. I’ve known I was gay for as long as I can remember, but it wasn’t until my freshman year that I caught the attention of one of the varsity football players. I had gone to a party and had few drinks. I somehow ended up outside when there was a group of football guys smoking some pot. My friend being much more bold than me, she asked if we could join. We ended up fitting right in the group and spent quite a bit of time with them that night. I could not keep my eyes off one of them. I had seen porn where black guys dominate white guys and although the thought was intimidating and scared me - it also drew my attention and turned me on soo much. I was 5’9” and this man was at least 6’3” with very muscular arms and just enough extra weight to still be fit but big. As the party ended, my friend and I went home without much more to the story… The following week I was walking home from soccer practice when a car pulled up next to me. The driver rolled down the window and shouted asking if I wanted a ride home. When I turned to see the person, it was him - the guy from the party. I was tired exhausted from conditioning and even though I lived close to campus, I was mesmerized and definitely tempted. When I got in, we introduced ourselves and he told me his name was Mikel. He was sitting with his legs so spread and his shorts were slide really high up on his slim muscular legs. He definitely caught my eyes when I noticed his legs and he smiled. We made small talk to my house and he asked if I had plans for the evening. I explained my parents were out of town and since my older sister was in out of state, I was alone tonight. He brought out this electric cigarette thing asked if I wanted a hit. I wasn’t sure what it was so I asked, he told me it was his weed vape pen. We smoked a lot on the way to my house. He kept saying he was good but wanted me to take another hit and I just accepted it. He said he had some flower too and said he just didn’t have somewhere to smoke it since the smell lingered longer and his family wasn’t okay with it at home. In my stoned state I invited him into my house and offered to him to smoke in the backyard. We finally arrived and he opened his glove box and grabbed small box and under the box there was a sandwich bag with a few pills in it. I asked what the were and he explained it just molly, he shrugged his shoulders and grabbed the pills and we jumped out to go inside my house. We went to the back yard and as he rolled us a blunt he talked about how his dad is always home so he can never really hang out there not being able to smoke. Before I knew it, he tapped both hands on the table motioning he had finished rolling. There was smaller joint and blunt. He told me he used some of his really high quality weed to roll me a joint. He took off his shirt and leaned back revealing his muscular chest, his slightly chubby belly, and his muscular legs caught my attention with his shorts slide up revealing the border of his underwear. He smiled and explains how his girlfriend was out of town and he couldn’t even go to her house to get away from home. He joked laughing saying how he was soo horny and his girl has been gone for over a week and won’t be back until the following weekend. He smiled at me which made me blush. He looked proud and like he could rule the world. I had to adjust in my seat and flush my shirt to hide my growing boner. You see, I consider myself pretty small. It’s easy to conceal awkward boners because even erect I’m only about 3 inches. When I was soft, you could barely tell if I even had a penis. There was a moment of silence between us and he said we should smoke. We did smoke and I could barely finish the whole joint he gave me. With his encouragement and telling me he didn’t want it wasted - I finished the whole thing. As we both had finished our rolls and dropped them into the ashtray - he said “damn, I’m so horny. You know, there used to be faggot who would blow me and my friends? He always gave the best blowjobs.” I was in shock and when I looked up, he was staring into my eyes. I’ve smoked pot since high school and I had never felt so stoned before. I was warm, my body was tingling, and I felt this hot desire within myself that was more prominent than ever before. His stare stopped me in my tracks and I couldn’t help but just slightly and awkwardly smiled at him. He smiled back and stood up leaning over me and close to my ear. He sternly and quietly asked, “you wanna be my faggot while my girls gone, don’t you white boy?” I just looked up and smiled, I was speechless but visibly happy. I suddenly noticed his musky masculine scent and my smile grew bigger. He grabbed his crotch as he stood up tall and announce he wanted to take a shower. I stood up and we walked into my house and I showed him the bathroom. I brought him to my parents room since the shower was nicer. I showed him the shower and walked out to get him a towel. I just opened the door there he stood getting into the shower already nude. He looked over and smiled at me, “you’ll love what you see - get in with me faggot.” I blushed and shut the bathroom door accepting his invite. He watched me closely as I got nude and when I stepped in that’s when he noticed my hard boner. He was already soaping his body so when he reached and stroked my penis, it felt soft and lubed. He laughed and pulled me closer, “Man, you’re so small - you’ll be a sissy before you know it faggot. I already knew you’d be a faggot but with a dick this small, you’ll be something more and in my opinion better. Not to mention, it looks like you’re gonna be naturally hairless.” He let go my penis and pulled me close to his body and he began to kiss me deeply, i gave in right there. He reached around and I felt his hands slide down my body to my ass. He told me he loved my ass and admitted to checking it out often. I rapidly began to feel his growing cock. He was at least 9 inches and thick full mast, when I reached down and grabbed him - I couldn’t get my hand even to fit around it. He began to play with my ass more forcefully, really gripping hard and was pulling my cheeks apart. In doing so, I felt my hole even stretch and I was getting so horny. He grabbed me in the shoulder suddenly and pushed me to the wall. I was leaning into the wall and he kicked my feet apart wider and dropped to his knees. I was so surprised when I felt him start rimming me. He wasn’t just rimming, he was really eating me out and pushing his tongue as far in as he could. I was so horny and in my unusually high state and excitement, I felt my hole relax and his tongue pushed into me. I reached down and towards my cock and he stopped and said, “nah faggot. Imma have to take care of that.” He opened the shower door and after a few seconds of shuffling in his clothing, he suddenly closed the door and pushed me back against the wall. I felt him again at my hole but just for a moment. “Listen faggot,” he said. “I wanted you to realize something. You’re not a man, you’re not even a boy. You were a faggot but tonight, I want you to be my sissy. You’re gonna worship me, you’re gonna put your sisters clothes on - you’ll want it trust me.” I moaned in response as I felt him slide a finger inside me. He was prompt in finding my prostate and I couldn’t help but just to bend over more and relax my hole. I couldn’t help it, I was higher than I had ever been and could barely concentrate. I’ve watched bbc porn and even love to watch blacked straight born. I relaxed further as I felt another finger slide into my bow, “that’s right sissy, just relax and give me your pussy. I know all about the type of porn you whites watch, I know what you need. But remember, tonight no touching yourself - you don’t have a dick, okay?” I just moaned and brought my hands behind my back. “Hmmm that’s right sissy? You wanna be blacked? You’ll never be the same. You’ll never be satisfied again bottoming. You’ll always crave something deeper, something bigger. Tell me you want it.” “I want it Sir,” I groaned. At that, I felt his fingers pull out and back in a moment later. I could have swore I felt something else, but I quickly noticed this burning sensation at my hole. It hurt and I jumped up. He quickly stood towering me as I reached back to touch my still burning hole. He sternly pushed me again the wall and said just wait for it baby. He grabbed my arms and pulled the around me and reached both his hands down to my ass. The burning was fading it but I still very warm as I began to feel increasingly horny but hornydeeper within myself in an entirely new way. I looked up into his eyes and deeply kissed him. He pulled away, “now sissy, I’m going back in that pussy, but I’ll just play and start gentle.” He began to probe me and I’ve never felt better. He was stretching my hole wider and wide when suddenly I felt him stop and our kiss ended. “Who is my good girl now, sissy?” I moaned and proclaimed, “I am Sir, I wanna be your girl.” We finished the shower and dried off. I was beyond horny at this point and I as I dried off, I noticed I wasn’t hard. He saw my lacking of my soft penis. “Yo man, that’s the smallest I’ve ever seen, you can’t even tell you have a dick!” I felt embarrassed and flustered, “I’m just soft dude.” He stopped and made eye contact, “you’re soft because you’re a sissy. You’ve got a pussy, can’t you feel it sissy?” I blushed even more and knowing my pale skin, he could obviously tell. I suddenly became hyper aware of two things. The first was, this horniness within my hole that I had never felt before. I couldn’t help but reach back to my hole and finger myself as I became aware of his huge, rock hard member. His body was so muscular, he stood so tall, he had such a way of carrying himself just standing there - towering over me. “That’s right sissy, you’ve got such a nice muscular ass and you’re even sexier now that I know you don’t even have enough pubic hair or body hair to proclaim any sort of masculinity,” Mikel said stepping closer. Embracing me, he said softly in my ear, “now I’ve got something else I wanna give you. When I’ve given to white boys like you, they always find themselves with me. You’re gonna love the feelings you have and as I penetrate you deep enough to play in your special sissy spot. I want you shaking tonight and I have plans for you this weekend.” He reached down and promptly fingered me with his much larger than mine. I turned and moaned “please” as we kissed deep and felt his tongue push deep in my throat. He was aggressively kissing and fingering me, I felt his other hand against my hole now too. I felt another burn, but it didn’t hurt - it felt very very good. He told me to squeeze my hole as tight as possible and I could only moan as he pulled out of me. He spanked my ass and said, “hears what’s gonna happen, I want you to go into your sisters room and find something sexy to wear. I’ll be here in your parents bed waiting for you, there’s punishment if you wait too long.” I rushed to my sisters room and because I’ve dressed in her clothing before, I was so excited that I dressed in an hypnotic like state. I didn’t even hesitate as I pushed open the door to my parents room, and saw him there with his big erect cock towering high with his hand slowly moving up and down jacking ever so slowly. I smiled and stepped in and revealed myself were my sisters thigh high socks, her pink thong which completely covered my balls and my soft penis shriveled inside of me. He want me turn around and show his ass as I bent slightly forward to show my ass I felt the thong at my hole and yet a new sensation laid into me bringing forth further horniness. “What are you tonight?” “You’re sissy Sir.” “That’s right, and what do you want to do tonight sissy?” “I wanna be your good girl Sir, I wanna be a girl,” I moaned. I couldn’t believe what I had just announced. “Now stay leaning again the wall there sissy,” he ordered me. He shuffled and I felt him stand behind me rubbing my ass. He had lUbe now and I felt his fingers quickly find their way into me starting with two. I arched my back and whispered in my ear, “I wanna see you sissygasm, then you’ll always bd a girl. Now imma take you a step further, I wanna see you turn. You’ll never even wanna masturbate the same faggot. Now don’t move this time and I promise you’ll feel better.” His other hand came to my hole and the burn became nearly unbearable as the fingers entered. He held me tight and close and pushed his fingers deeper and the burning only continued worsen. He pulled his fingers out and stood tall and I felt something large being at my hole. The pressure worsened and the burning returned, he moaned into my ear “you can give it to me, or I can take it girl. Trust me, you’ll like it more if you give it. Just breathe deep and kiss me sissy.” I’d never felt so horny and I could only attempt to loosen my ass wide enough to let him in. “Please,” I moaned slowly and loudly. The pressure stopped and there was coolness at my hole. he told me, “you’re gonna open for me sissy, aren’t you? You’re something special - you’ve got the nicest ass I’ve laid and you don’t even have something that you grab if you wanted to jerk off right now. I feel how much you want it, you must have some toys you’ve been practicing with. Why don’t you get them for me?” He spanked me once more. I look at him embarrassed and walked towards my moms closet. My mom must have liked huge cocks too, she had a big dildo - not as thick as Mikel’s cock but much bigger than average. As I walked back towards Mikel just feeling so happy - he pointed out the size and color of the large toy. It was black. As I laid on my stomach he ordered me to arch my back and show off my pussy. As he fingered me, he made a confession “I love gettin you newbie white fags fucked up and showin you the power of your pussy. After today only bbc will scratch that itch. I only buy these drugs for moments like tonight - showing small dick fags they want to be a sissy.” He started to finger me again and I did my best to relax my hole. He commented how loose I’ve become and how good my pussy is gonna feel stretched on his cock. He announced, “I think you’re gonna be a total bottom, a total size queen, and you’re gonna guys fist you huh?” With that he pulled out and I felt more coolness around my hole. I felt something sharp and that strong painful burn again. I was so lost in his degradation and his touch I simply moaned and arched my ass up more. I felt the familiar pressure from the toy now and as it pushed inside me, I couldn’t believe how good it felt. The burning quickly turned into an intense desire to be fucked. “Loosen that pussy and I’ll fuck you. And you know what, I know someone would LOVE to meet you. He loves turning white boys into snow bunnies - you’ll love him.” The dildo went deep and he speed fucked me hard causing my legs to start uncontrollably shaking. “Yeah sissy, wait till that molly kicks in as it’s cock making you sissygasm.” I could only moan already in ecstasy. “Now girl, I want you to take over. I’ve gotta meet my friend but I’ll be back with a surprise in less than 20 minutes. While I’m gone, I want you watch this video - really watch it and learn.” The video began, it was hypnotic beat with lots of white guys bottoming to bbc. It was really hot. There was a soothing, masculine voice talking about how small dicks need to be caged and boys pussies need to be toyed. It brushed over all my deepest fantasies before I knew it, I felt a hand on my ass and a deep voice “you must be the sissy Mikel talked about huh faggot?” “Mikel told me I would like you but I never imagined this. You must’ve just turned 18, and it looks like you played sports all through high school, huh?” “Yes I did…” I moaned as he grabbed the toy I had been fucking myself with and took over the rhythm. “And you probably never felt like you fit in, Mikel says you even have the smallest cock he has ever seen on a sissy. I wanna see, turn around and take these panties off.” I did as I was told and revealed that my ball sac had shrivel up so close to my body, you hardly tell slight bump was testicles. My penis had become an inward divet and when he pushed his fingers to my penis, he literally could finger me. I couldn’t help but moan at this. “Ohhh we are gonna have fun faggot. You snow bunnies are always the same and I love showing you the path.” He rolled me back onto my stomach and got on the bed behind me. After some shuffling I could feel his warmth close to my back and he said, “now this is gonna burn, maybe a lot - but I promise you’re going to love this baby girl.” Before I could respond, I felt something pushing into me and the burning pain returned to its full severe force. I lost my breath when I felt what I assumed was his cock pushing into me - it was wider than the dildo for sure and it never stopped pushing. I felt some resistance finally but he quickly slid deeper, “that’s right sissy, you’re doing great.” He started kissing my neck as I felt his pelvis push again my ass going all the way. I felt my leg start to shake and I lost control just moaned and he said, “that’s an orgasm sissy, the only way you’ll ever be able to cum once we lock your pathetic dick away. You’ll never Jack off again, you’ll never want to.” I had flashes of the video I had just watched and gave into him. He felt me relax more and he began to pull out of me, when he popped out - he returned full force all the way. He slowly fucked me this way for what seemed forever - I had never stopped shaking I think. “Hey faggot, umm nut in you and I want to see your face as I do. We moved around and I was now in missionary looking straight at this man. He was much older than Mikel, he could have been my fathers age. He wasn’t fit muscular, he was rather large - his cock was massive. It wasn’t the thickness of Mikels but it was obviously much longer. As I stared at it, he said “yup sissy, that’s what you were able to take and right now you’re gonna take it again.” He lifted my legs and my legs were over his shoulders as he folded me in half. “This is always my favorite part sissy.” He entered me and began his advance inside. He paused briefly at what seemed the deepest he could go and he leaned into my ear, “this is what makes the difference between a faggot and a sissy.” I could only embrace him as he began to kiss me forcefully and pushed past that deeper, internal barrier causing my legs to start shaking again. He pound that barrier until he nut past it. Upon completion he began to finger the hole my penis retreated into and quickly found that I had actually cum from the rough fuck. We heard a knock and on walked Mikel as the older man got off the bed. “Damn Mikel, did you find the cage?” “Yes I did, and it’s even smaller than I imagined - it’ll fit him perfect don’t you think?” Mikel approached and I felt him grab my package, it felt as though he was putting a cock ring on me but then I felt pressure over my inward penis. When I looked down, I smiled and Mikel announced, “sissy boys always decide they like this.” Now caged and locked, Mikel stood next to his friend. “This is how this works faggot, we want you as our sissy. You’ll keep up the sexual favors, deepen our fantasy and stretch your hole. We wanna see you become a girl, we’ve done this before but not with someone so young and nearly as sexy you are. We are going to help you. This cage here, never comes off. You’ll never use it again for pleasure and you’re going to find different ways to masturbaye. Now go into your sisters room, find a crop top, a skimpy skirt, some cute shoes and a wig. I have another friend that wants to meet you.” As I went back into my parents room, now completely feminine I just stood as Mikel and the old man just smiled at me. I took that as approval and stepped towards them, Mikel reached out and embraced me pulled my ass towards him. I felt the skirt lift and he said, “you look perfect girl.” The older man reached down to my ass too and felt his fingers slide in - “you actually could pass as a bitch. Now let’s go pay him a visit.” It wasn’t until I was in the old man’s car for 20 minutes that I realized what had happen. I let this jock just completely shatter my masculinity and this older man, although sexy as fuck, fuck my ass like I was his girlfriend. We came to a stop on a dark city block and both Mikel and Jordan (the old black bear hunk) turned back towards me. “How’s that chastity cage feeling around that lacking penis feel faggot?” Jordan asked. “It feels… comfortable? It feels right, Sir.” “That’s a good girl faggot. Here’s what’s up, this is our drug dealers house - we pay him in sissies and he gives us not only drugs for us but to find more sissies. You wanna help us right? Black New World Order right snowbunny?” I couldn’t immediately respond, he was right - I wanted more white guys to experience this. I’ve dreamed of this since I saw my first porno with a white guy getting fucked by big black men. “I do want to help turn more white sissies. I’ll do what I need to help you guys do that.” “Good then,” Jordan responded “get out the car I’ve got something for you. As we got out I noticed a needless syringe in Jordan hand. He asked me bend over the car and as I did I felt his fingers enter me for a brief moment, then I felt the hard plastic of the syringe. From across the car Mikel looked at me sternly and said, “you’re so broken sissy, that’s a mixture of a double dose or molly and wayyy more meth than I’ve given you all night. Jamal is gonna make you love him and we are gonna love having you in the future as our escape from the girlfriends. I moaned in overwhelming pleasure as I felt the warm contents push inside me. As Jordan pulled out, I squeezed as to loose and fluid and he promptly had a cool hard and wide object against my hole. “This plug will keep everything in and help you adjust to Jamal’s size - he’s gonna fuck you so deep, you’ll feel it in your weak white sissy brain.” The plug was big, probably as wide as I remember Mikel being. As it settled in, I turned and kissed Jordan. “Thank you guys, I’ve been dreaming of being a girl and I’ve never been happier - I get to he two big black guys girl? Now they’re introducing me to their friend and I’m dressed like this - you guys really make me comfortable.” They both laughed and began walking towards the entrance of the building. Jamal was average height, just a few inches taller than me. He smiled and said to his 2 friends, “oh she’s beautiful, I’m in love already.” I simply blushed as Jamal took me by the arm and lead me into a bedroom. That night, he took me beyond any pleasure I could have imagined. I don’t remember much but what I do remember, is the sure ecstasy I felt being his girlfriend for the night. When we were done, he told me to leave and to find Mikel and Jordan. I remember them bringing me home that morning, it was already really sunny out and I noticed it was already 11 am. When we arrived at my house, my freakishly big neighbor - who went to college with my dad and hung out with us often was outside. I didn’t even think about the fact that I was still in a wig and my sisters clothing. We got inside and Jordan told me to swallow a pill to help me sleep. Mikel took my phone and a hypnotic voice started to play. “This hypno will help you process last night and make you very happy and to desire to be a girl for more men,” Mikel said. “Don’t sleep until it’s over.” I remember falling asleep with the buttplug still inside me and the hypnotic voice still playing. I slept in the family room couch still in my wig, skirt and skimpy crop top. My long thigh high socks were still all the way up, I’m sure from behind I would never passed as a man. As I become more awake I felt pressure at my pussy. I moaned and adjusted and the pressure lessened then after a moment started again. My plug was fucking me? I heard a voice, “only cum from anal, stay caged - be a good faggot for alpha men.” The hypno was still playing but was no longer the sissy and transformational hypno as Mikel started. The pressure continued until a deep moan from me broke me from my trance and I woke up. As I opened my eyes and turned my head, I felt sure horro as my dads college buddy, my neighbor - who was a giant not just in height but large bodied as well. Was on his knees looking right at me right next me. I scrambled and bright my knees to my chest pulling away and cowering into the corner of the couch. “Hey Josh, I never would have guessed you to be a faggot let alone a cross dresser.” I blushed and I said, “please Mr Tre, im not sure what’s going on…” Mr Tre just smiled and very calmly said, “I think I know, you’re confused boy. I saw the friends you were dropped off with - they practically carried you inside. I thought it was your sister they were dropping off but when I went to water your plants for your father, I saw you through the window.” I felt embarrassed and just wanted to cry. “It’s okay Joshy, you’re young and want to experiment - I’ve fucked a few faggot even in my time in college. It’s not cheating on my wife I always said, especially since I don’t sleep with other women,” he said with a big smile. I felt better him saying that until he looked down and noticed my skimpy skirt had slid up revealing my caged penis. His smile grew and he continued, “now that makes me happy to see Joshy, who has your fuckin keys?” I froze and stared into his eyes. He got closer and sternly said to me, “I bet those black guys put you up to this - they got you to try it and left you locked. You’ll soon love it.” I could only say back, “yes they took the keys..” Mr Tre stood and I could obviously see he was very big under his belt, “I don’t fuck other women, but I could use a fag boy. My wife leaves in a few hours to see her friends. Why don’t I come back later and pay you a visit Joshy? I’ll show you something new you’ll love.” “Okay Mr Tre, I’ll be ready.” After Mr Tre left, I walked up stairs. I passed my parents room and figured since this all started there - I should make sure it’s cleaned up. I was adjusting the blankets when I notice a baggie, it was full of this white powder and rocks - it was whatever I had seen them fingering me with at Jamal’s. My heart raced and seeing the room put back together I rushed to my room. I undressed and showered, I even tried douching like Mikel showed me the day before. I was horny again and I noticed my cage, my penis was trying to grow outwards but it was confined inside me, under my cage which pushed my not existent penis inside of me. I began to feel around my hole, reminiscing on last night feeling a desire to be a girl again. I out my headphones on began to look for porn, I immediately opened ky safari to see the hypno Mikel played for me - “become a good girl for the BNWO.” I hit play and became lost in the video. It told me find my lUbe and toys and to follow along. I got my moms large black dildo and thought about the powdery dry lUbe they used on me last night. I poured lUbe on my toy and then the dry lUbe on the top remembering the burn it gave me and regretting that I had spilt more than I wanted onto the toy. I followed the videos instructions and got to my knees straddling the big toy. As I went down on it, I felt scratching and the burning begin. I pulled out and the video almost immediately said, “now go back in, this time deeper.” As I reentered I slide as far as I could only to feel more burning but this time deeper. I continued to ride the toy getting lost into trance when I heard my bedroom door open - standing there was my neighbor in a tank top and shorts. He had to duck his head to enter my room - with a huge smile. “Maybe you are meant to be a little sissy slut but right now, you’re gonna be my boy. Okay, boy?” “Yes Sir” I moaned still riding the dildo slowly. “Listen fag boy, you’re gonna call me daddy from now on and I’m gonna show you how to open up to a real man.” “Yes daddy” “Keep riding that toy while you get me hard.” On my knees I had to stand tall and off the toy just to reach his crotch. I moaned as the toy slipped out and he looked down next to me, “is that meth faggot in that bag? Is that what you’ve been doing!?” I looked him and told him it was dry warming lUbe that my friends left here. “You’re one stupid faggot boy. They caged you, made you crossdress, and got you spun? Looks like you’re gonna spinning tonight too.” He reached down and lifted me to toss me on the bed. He grabbed the bag and sat at the head of my bed. He brought his legs up now sitting up against the headboard with his shorts and underwear off. His member was growing now and he smiled that I noticed. “Come give daddy head and give me that ass, I wanna make you feel good.” I went to his side and bent down to swallow his meet. I heard him shuffle in the small baggie and then felt his hands on my freshly toyed hole. I moaned as I felt pressure and the familiar burn - “this drug I’ve seen turn masculine jocks into cockworshipping brainless faggots - I guess if you wanna embrace the bnwo too that works but wait until I show you something that’ll changed your world.” He pushed more i fingers inside me and I could only moan as he grabbed my head forcing his cock into my throat. He wasn’t nearly as big as Jamal but would definitely fit in with the groups sizes. I felt more and intense burning from his fingers when told me to get up and flat. He stood and got on to of me, straddling me with me on my stomach. He started fingering me again and the intensity of burning picked up again, “damn I’m not sure how much I should be fingering into you, guess we will see if I put too much. Let’s get some hypno going in you ears again boy.” “Yes daddy” I replied as I reached for my phone and headphones. He instructed me which to play and I started it. He continued to finger me with his two fingers as the video started. Following the instructions I moaned, relaxed, arched my back and said “please take my hole Daddy.” Mr Tre feeling the boys relaxation began to push deeper adding a third and forth finger. He grabbed the baggie and took out the largest rock he had been saving for this, “this fag is gonna break tonight, damn my buddy’s son is gonna ride my fist tonight” he thought to himself. He lubed the boys toy and put the rock at his entrance, slowing pushing deep with the toy. The boy wiggled under his weight only to arch more and allow passage into his second hole - his fag hole Mr Tre thought. As the video slowed down, flashing words displayed on the screen. Give it up. Be a good fag. Let him in. Let him change you. Let him fist you. I moaned and felt increasing pressure from Mr Tre, he was gonna fist me. I did my best to arch more and I felt him stretch me - I felt like I was going to tear open when he stopped, the video ended, and pulled out. “So boy, what you think?” I was flushed, I wanted more - I wanted him inside me. “You gonna be a faggot for me or do you still wanna be a girl?” “Daddy… I really enjoyed being those guys girl…” “that’s okay Joshy, I know. I’ve seen it in you since I met, you were born a girl. You wanna keep playing with daddy tho? I don’t fuck girls but I know a thing or two.” “I want to keep playing but daddy… will you fist me?” “Boy, you’ll never be satisfied and with that cage on - you’ll forever be craving more now. You sure iou want daddy to ruin your pussy girl?” I could help but gasp and just look at daddy. He was huge, a true alpha man. My pussy throbbed for something more and my instincts took over as I rolled back over presenting my pussu to daddy. “That’s what i thought girl, nothing is going to stretch you again like this - your pussy is ruined.” I heard the baggie and he announced, “hey is this molly?” I only moaned because I promptly felt him pushing into me. 2 fingers quickly became 4 and he started using both hands. Soon he was pulling my ass apart and pushing deep. I was lost in the feelings as I felt one hand leave and a wider hand return. “Alright girl, ready to give daddy that pussy?” “Yes daddy,” I moaned. When his whole hand slipped in I couldn’t help but nearly scream. He held me down and with his hand still inside, he laid on top of me. “That’s such a good faggot, you really are meant to be someone’s girlfriend. Imma help you, next week from my clinic I’ll start bringing you some hormones, soon you’ll grow some nice little titties and give you that sexy girl shape to your hips.” I could only moan as he moved around his hand inside me. I was in a trance now, feeling the overwhelming pleasure and increasing pressure within myself. “Yes daddy, please make me more girly” I screamed and he began to push deeper. “Fuck yeah Joshy, you’re so sexy.” Mr Tre moaned in my ear. “Athletic jock boy turned into fisted girly sissy - who knew. You’re gonna make your black friends very happy huh girl? You don’t even want you keys back, you wanna be locked forever??” “Yes daddyyyy…” “I’ll tell you what, I can castrate you, my clinic will do it and I’ll pay for it. But you have to promise to me you’ll let me in this ass and often.” “Please daddy, make your girl.” At that moment I felt a deep horniness and Mr Tre’s hand slipped deeper inside me. “See baby girl, my hand just entered your inner hole - I knew you’d give it up. You’re meant to be a sissy girl, imma dress you up and buy you toys. You wanna be my girlfriend? You’re way sexier now that I own your pussy. I might just leave my wife for your sexy ass…”

One of my early experiences being fucked was a Greek taxi driver with lots of kids whose wife had stopped wanting sex. I think he was 43, so about 20 years older than I was. He'd never been with a guy but had wanted to for years, and now the sex had dried up and he'd discovered gay apps he was getting very horny for it. After mostly doing things with other guys my age, I was up for trying my first dad dick and we got a hotel room. He was that kind of chavvy-handsome. Heavy stubble, crooked teeth but a genuine smile, bit skinny and beastly hairy all over. Regular size dick. Pretty sweet guy, but I think I found out why his wife was going off sex. He'd probably worn her out after 20 years or so. We spent the next couple of hours with him fucking me in all kinds of positions and him cumming multiple times. He barely even stopped between cumming. We were using condoms, but I could feel him throbbing and that hot liquid sensation when he shot inside me. They were big loads. I felt it with him more than I have with some guys who were in me bare. Never had a guy who could shoot that many times or top that much in a session since. My hole felt great, but even I had to eventually tap out on that one. I wonder how long that guy could have gone. Most guys do one load. I'm generally good for 2-3, but that's it. When he finally left the bin was filled up with a pile of condoms full of cum. It was a lot of cum in there. I wanted to meet again and try to get him in me bare. We never met again though, he said he loved it and we tried planning more meets, but he'd cancel and say he felt guilty for cheating on his wife.

Has anyone gone on this website and paid for?

i love ass... to look at. Visually? It's my favorite part of a Mans body. When i'm at the gym, i gawk a lot at Mens asses. i love to touch and maul ass but rimming 'feels' top to me, and getting rimmed feels like prep for getting penetrated and bred. i know it's not universal, but it's part of my wiring, so i've generally been a non-rimmer. Enter my current FB. He's been breeding me 3 years and in the last year or so has really gotten into receiving oral. i'm typically more bottom than oral, but He is so expressive when my mouth is on Him, the connection is intense. His response puts me in the zone and keeps me there. i don't feel manipulated, but He has control with His obvious pleasure and i've been rimming Him as part of our foreplay for several months now. It's not the rimming i get into, it's His response. He moans and tells me how good it is when i'm giving Him oral, coaches, and that drives me wild. He is generally quiet when fucking me, though He goes back and forth between kissing my back and pounding me hard, and that speaks for itself. But i love when He moans and tells me what He wants and how He feels, and i get all of that when i am using my mouth and tongue with Him... so Him? i rim.

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?

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Love to be watch as Im getting fucked and sucking at the same time.. Love when a zoom session is on or guys just sitting there watching..

Idunno if it’s weird but the latest kink/fetish I’ve been into is pup play. I’m planning on getting some gear to really get into it soon

Yet reason and civilization trump animal instinct and impulse - yes, even sexual drive, as potent as it is - every day, and, on balance, have for millennia, which is why we are right now having this pleasant conversation via electronic technology and not throwing our own dung at one another whilst swinging from trees. But never mind reason and civilization - though I think they’re considerably more durable than a veneer - self-preservation is not dependent upon them. It’s a far stronger instinct, universal across living things, a base biological instruction that powerfully drives the behavior of both individuals and populations. We observe that gifter/chaser culture is irrational because it runs directly counter to the most fundamental imperative understood by all living things: Avoid Death. If this were just another fantasy or fetish playing itself out within the confines of the mind, it would be harmless. For some, it is. Their motivations can be rationalized through psychology. I don’t necessarily think a man is looney for having a gifter/chaser fantasy - sexual psychology is bizarre, often with deep, dark roots. But there are those who actually act on it, and It’s when they act on it that it becomes irrationally self-destructive. More than that, in this case, the potential for harm extends beyond the individual to every other sexual partner this person may fuck, should he become infected and feel the desire to “share”. Thus we also observe gifter/chaser culture to be irrational at the population level. A society that openly distributed a deadly pathogen would eventually cease to be. The ‘brotherhood’ we’re discussing speaks openly of going without meds, seeking high viral loads, and trying to reach the advanced stage of the disease so as to appear ‘wasted’, as though it were a status symbol and not a harbinger of death. Their philosophy, taken to its logical conclusion, would doom a society, if not a species.

You’ve done a particularly amazing job with this chapter of the two brothers’ adventure, Carenath. It’s hard enough to write good porn that doesn’t wind up getting… well, kind of redundant (which is fine, everyone! just fine!). I’ve started this story before but never made it this far inland; the instructional nature of the first long chapter was certainly interesting, but for me it needed to move along at a faster clip. And one of the hosts I felt like needed to be outfitted with a gag. But this chapter! This chapter! The pace worked like a slow burn. I was shocked by how romantic and, well, loving the brothers’ relationship proved to be. Good Lord, I almost swooned! You wanna know what gets me hard? That does the trick! This tone of your story drew me in and turned me on! Who knew? I’ve read so many stories that favor mean behavior, brusque ramming, dirty talk, here-smoke-some-shit, and then—quick!—change the configuration for a subsequent chapter. There are always notable exceptions, but I started to think that all I’d ever get here would be (willing) assaults and nasty pigs. Okay, sure, I like those stories, too—just not, like, all the time. So once again, Carenath, you’ve done a knockout job on this story and particularly this chapter of the story. Thank you!

I kept pretty good track until grade 9 and then it just started being so many men on such a regular basis that I quickly lost count so by the end of the year I could only estimate. thats when I first realized how much of a slut I am. by the time I was ready to graduate from high school I couldn’t even give you a rough estimate and was already finding it difficult to guess how many guys within the previous week so I switched to daily load counts lol. eventually even that became challenging.

I was [banned word]. Nuf said.

I started going with guys when I was 15 or 16, so how many men I have fucked or have fucked me, or I have blown or have had sex with in bedrooms, cottages/tea rooms, outdoor spaces, clubs, saunas over the last 50 years I really wouldn't know. It must be in the 100s. Sad to say, though, the number has dwindled radically in the last few years.

Exactly. The burden rests on their shoulders, until they get so tired of the "double-life" that they either deal honestly with their sexual requirements or toss in the towel and withdraw altogether. It's a burden that is definitely not transferrable. We can empathize, perhaps we can help in other ways, but we can't carry other guy's burdens ourselves. If they're out there having sex with other guys, just fuck them and let that be it. I'm 100% certain that I've fucked guys through the years that were married/on the dl/whatever - and that's none of my business. In the backrooms, it's just the sex - nothing else.

getting fucked in alleys, specially behind dumpsters and getting fucked and bred by homeless men. often I get to combine the two fun activities. I started getting fucked in alleys just cause they are a quick easy way for horny guys to use me, whether I’m with them or meeting them there or guys who spot me on the street or in a club or in a mall. men can just take me down an alleyway and fuck me in a doorway or behind a dumpster. works specially well for homeless men who have no place to take a whore like me when they wanna get off. I love it cause I love taking loads in public and actually love it when random people might see me down on my knees sucking cock or bent over, or on my hands and knees or even laying on my back with my slutty long legs spread, getting mounted and bred and often pissed on. I’m the kinda trash that wants strangers to see what a trashy faggot I am. plus I love getting fucked by homeless men for the same reason. specially straight homeless men who really think I’m a disgusting faggot, and anyone who sees knows for sure the men didnt rent me. ive been bred by homeless men in a lot of places but in the alley behind a dumpster is my fave. I have also been fucked IN a dumpster by homeless men a few times including last night when 3 homeless men and a daddy pretty much raped me in one. they fucked my throat, fucked my pussy, spit in my face, slapped me, pissed on me, choked me and shoved beer bottles and a baseball bat up my ass.

I fondly remember a trip to NYC a few years ago and getting bred by a BBC at Paddles. I'm not the most vocal bottom but this BBC had me audibly moaning and gasping. It was completely involuntary the sounds coming out of my mouth as I was getting nailed by this guy. He was a big dude too - at least 6'5 and a solid build. The commotion drew a crowd that stood around and watched me getting bred which made it even hotter. I had such a feeling of accomplishment afterwards - being able to withstand that pounding and make him cum. One of the guys watching came over to me afterwards and patted me on the back and gave me a little smile, as if to say "good job" lol. There's not a whole of BBC where I live and therefore it was one of my most memorable fucks!

Oh yeah. I've been on both sides of the action. Currently I'm part of a group of daddies that meets from time to time to gb a guy. When the bottom flakes on us -which happens with some frequency - one of us will hop in the sling or on the bench to take one for the team. Most often, that's me. 6 or 8 loads plus a lot of ATM and cock stroking, it's a nice way to spend an afternoon. The guys are always good about making sure I cum (always a big nut) at the end, which they mix with what's oozing outta my hole and feed to me.

fucking lucky little meth pig, getting that boy pussy sloppy with anon aids cum

I was visiting a friend a few states over and I drove the 4 hours for a weekend trip. I like driving and while I've never had good luck cruising, I always had the fantasy of having sex with a trucker. I've tried multiple times, and always enjoyed jacking off at a rest stop if I was ever on the road. But I've never been in the back of a truck until this trip. I left town late, and by the time I needed to piss I was in the middle of nowhere around midnight. I pulled into a rest stop I had never been to before. In the back of my mind I'm already deciding that I need to cum. I park, and while there were some trucks the parking lot was pretty empty. I go inside, pick a stall, piss then shit down and start stroking. I'm a pretty average guy and since I was at a friends house this weekend, I really needed this as it had been a few days since I came. Enjoying myself I guess I didn't notice that someone had come in. Or I somehow didnt see him in the empty bathroom, but I heard a man cough. I'm not a shy person but it spooked me. The sound of me stroking made it obvious what I was doing and for some reason I decided I'm not gonna finish. I pulled my pants up and went to wash my hands. The other man was standing by the sinks, but I tried not to look at him out of slight embarrassment. As I was drying my hands he spoke to me, 'Sounded like some fun in there'. I looked at him. He was a pretty average looking blue collar guy. Older, graying and with a beard. Slight belly and a handsome manly face. I chuckled. 'Why You'd stop' he asked. I froze not quite sure how to proceed. I'm sure he could sense I was being timid. 'Why don't we get back in there and finish?' He winked then walked into the stall and started grabbing at his bulge. My dick went right back up and joined him. He sat on the toilet and took my dick out. He was clearly just as horny as I was and swallowed my dick like he was starving. He didn't give great head, but doing this with what I assume was a trucker, in a public place, was a big fantasy. Slowly he worked on my balls and moved to finger my hole. He then asked if I would suck him, so we switched place and he pulled out his cock. Hairy, 7ish inches, and thick I put it in my mouth and sucked on his musty cock. He moaned and ran his hands through my hair. I could hear him mumbling, 'good boy'. I could taste his salty precum and was hoping he wouldnt cum yet. He took his dick out of my mouth and asked 'You like this cock? You take cock up your hole?' I nodded while I sucked on his large nuts. 'Turn around let me see your hole'. Without hesitation, I pulled my pants down and showed him my smooth hole. He rubbed his rough hands over my ass and put his tongue in my hole. I could feel him spitting in my hole. I didnt realize neither of us had lube, but he did a good job getting me wet. He got up behind me and rubbed his hard cock against my hole and up my crack while he let out a moan. I pushed back. he guided the head into my tight hole and got in. I gasped, but he just shushed me and slowly slide the rest of the way in without stopping, even though I was pulling away. His cock was much fatter than I thought - or I just hadn't been fucked in a while. He got balls deep and just stood there deep inside my hole. "You like that cock, boy?" I moaned and pushed back harder. My hole was loosening, and I moved my hand from my cock, down to hold his big balls. He started moving his cock in and out, and getting a good slow rhythm. It felt so good letting this older guy fuck me like me. But we stopped as a guy came in to pee. We heard the door open and froze. We listened as he pissed, washed his hands and left. The whole time my daddy was grabbing my ass. As soon as he left daddy pulled out. "Come on, lets go to my truck." Following him out, we went to his truck and got inside. It was messy and small but I didn't care. We stripped down and he quickly had me on my back with my legs up. He grabbed his lube and started playing with my hole. "You want this raw dick back in that hole?" - "Yes Daddy, please fuck me!" He put some lube on my cock and started stroking me. "Yea boy, you like taking loads don't you?" I'm not a total slut but I've let my fair share of guys cum in me. I had never caught anything and got complacent in my luck. Without second thought I said, " Yea I want your load in me" He smiled and guided his bare cock into my hole. He got deep and stayed there while he played with my nipples. He said my hole felt amazing and started picking up the pace. I could feel his balls slap my ass and now that we were in a more private space I was able to moan louder. "Fuck me!" I yelled. "Yea you're gonna bred, boy. You want my seed?" I put my hand on his chest and said " Fuck yea, breed me!" By now he was beating up my hole and I was close to cumming. I knew he was too. I started stroking my cock and he looked down at me like an animal. He said "Fuck yea gonna breed that raw pussy. Gonna give you my babies. Give you my DNA". Then was when I knew what was happening. But I was already so close to cumming too I just let it happen. "Take it boy, take my fucking dirty seed". I shot my cum as he howled and I could feel his hot seed shooting into me. His cock was twitching in my hole and I could feel the familiar warm, wet feeling deep in my hole. He just held his cock in me while catching his breath, "Good Boy, you took my seed". Eventually his cock went soft and slide out. I didn't say much other than thank you as we cleaned up in silence. I wasn't sure how to feel. It was risky, and stupid. But I got to play out a fantasy. I went back to my car with his seed leaking out me. When I got home I pushed it out and used it for lube on my cock to jerk off. A month or two later I tested. And sure enough... he got his seed deep in me

Feeling Lower . . . Still A High The first night I was there, they all fucked me multiple times. My hole was a sloshing, cum soaked, gaping cave with nothing left to recall what it used to look like. Slack, fucked, used. The guy who owns the house, Wade, eventually called it a night, and they left me laying on the fuck bench, exhausted, while they went off to various bedrooms to rest up for more action I assumed. I did fall asleep but, all through the night, one by one they each came down and fucked and seeded me some more. Untreatable, high viral loads. I began to think to myself that there will never be a whore to ever take as much poison seed in them as I am with these guys. And still those thoughts made my cock painfully hard. There weren’t any clocks down there, so the only way I could tell the time of day was from the light that came in through the windows. I figured they let me sleep in -although the lack of noise from upstairs made me think that they all had, as well. Eventually Wade came downstairs with the other guys, minus the sickly one who had brought me to them. I guess he had gone home. He was wielding what looked like a bottle brush and I knew exactly what he planned on doing with it. Despite the heavy use the day before, it hurt to take that bristly tool into my loose hole, but Wade just shushed me and slowly worked it in and out of my hole until it came out pink. I’m guessing that all of the cum loads in my ass diluted the red of my blood somewhat. Satisfied that some damage had been done to my insides, he walked back to the stairs. On his way up, he called out to the other guys, “Have at it, boys!” and they descended upon me. These guys where so sex crazed I couldn’t understand it. It’s not like they weren’t getting any -they had fucked me more in a day that some guys get in a month! And still they wanted more. Maybe they just enjoy using my ass. That thought encouraged me, and I got into it some more, shoving my ass back to meet each sloppy wet thrust. One by one I took their first loads of the day, and they all made their way back upstairs to join Wade for brunch. As they ate, Wade came down, fucked me really hard, and then fed me a protein and vitamin drink. I didn’t have long for the drink to settle in me, because I could feel a huge pressure at my hole again. I hadn’t felt anything this big trying to get in me before, so I craned my neck around to see Wade shoving his fist into my destroyed opening. Apparently it wasn’t destroyed enough. Miraculously, with all of the use and the enormous amount of sperm in me, I was lubed well enough for his fist to pop into me with little pain. But I did feel a sudden rush as the breath escaped from me, feeling such a sense of being full that I never knew before. He had only just begun pumping his hand in and out of me when one of the other guys, Steve I think I heard him called, started down the stairs. He spotted what was happening and called up to the rest, “Hey, guys, hurry the fuck up! Wade’s fisting the whore!” They all rushed down to cheer him on as he fisted me like it was not my first time, eventually punch fisting my slack hole. All I could do was lay there and moan. It really did feel heavenly. He was hitting things inside of me that lit up my entire body. This was ecstasy. After who knows how long, Wade had enough. I think he had managed to work some of their cum deeper into me, while the rest had been forced out of me and was drying on my ass and legs. Towards the end, my ass was feeling more sticky than slick, so I knew that I wasn’t as well lubed as I had been. Wade smacked my ass and declared, “Okay, lets give the pig some rest. We’ve got an errand.” They all headed upstairs, leaving me alone again with Wade. He leaned down next to my face and smiled. “You’re a great slut. We’ve got a surprise for you later. You just rest up. You’re going to need it.” With that, he licked the side of my face, and took off upstairs. A few minutes later I heard the front door close, and then the van start up and drive away. I managed to drift off, and don’t know how long I had been asleep when I heard a strange scratching coming from upstairs. It got louder and louder. Eventually I honed in on it and realized that it was Wade’s huge dog scratching at the door. I’d seen that thing when they first brought me in -it was a beast and quite scared me. I had been glad that they kept him upstairs this whole time. He was a persistent bastard and somehow managed to get the door at the top of the stairs open. He bound down the stairs and walked straight up to me. Face to face, he breathed loudly through his nose, almost snorting in my face with contempt. What happened next really surprised me. He trotted around and began to sniff at my ass. I struggled against my restraints but it was pointless. I couldn’t get out last night, there was no way to get out now. The beast began to lick at my hole and after a few minutes of that I felt him climb partially onto the bench with me. He somehow knew what he was doing and I wondered if this was something that Wade had trained him at. He had placed both front legs on the bench, while standing on his back legs. I had read stories of guys getting fucked by dogs and having their backs torn to shreds by their claws, so this k9 was trained better than that. He poked around for a minute until I felt his big cock head slip into me. Dogs clearly have no way of knowing what our bodies need, and he wasted no time allowing me to adjust, just ramming full force ahead into me. It caused me to yell out in pain, which he clearly didn’t like, growling and barking at me until I quieted down. Suddenly I really began to feel stretched again and realized that his knob was about to fill my opening. Within seconds we were locked together and he fucked me. He fucked me good. I couldn’t believe that I was enjoying being fucked by a dog, but I was. And the wetness that spread through my hole was incredible. I had always loved my hole best when it was all wet, and this thing was doing that and more. This went on for about 20 minutes I figure, and eventually it had cum all it was going to cum. Now the hard part, I thought. But lucky for me my hole had been fisted so recently, so when he gave a bit of a tug to remove his knob, it popped out of me with a slight twinge of pain and that feeling of emptiness that follows with such a swift withdrawl. He trotted off back upstairs and left me huffing for breath. I passed out again from the vigorous pounding I’d just taken at the hands of a true animal. I have no idea how much time passed. I woke up when I heard the front door open and all of the guys foot steps entering. Here we go again, I thought. I heard the guys popping open beers so I figured they weren’t in any rush to get back to me. But Wade came down alone to check on me, beer in hand, bulge in crotch. Sly sexy smile on his gorgeous face. “We picked up a surprise for you,” he taunted me, slowly circling around my body and stopping behind me. “Well, well, well, I see you must have gotten acquainted with Sampson. You fucking slut,” he laughed. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first whore that I’ve let him fuck,” he added, bending down next to me and kissing me on the mouth, his beer-tasting tongue invading me. When he pulled back he smiled again. “At least he got you good and lubed for this next part.” With that, he stood up and walked back upstairs leaving me to wonder. The guys were pretty rowdy up there and I wondered if that meant they might get rough with me tonight. That was something that never really appealed. Sure, a good hard pounding is one thing, but abuse is quite another. Stompings and beatings just never appealed to me. Surprisingly they were in no rush to get back down to fuck me, so I managed to relax. It was then that my hearing focused in on something different -a new voice. I could recognize all of the guys voices, but this one was a deep baritone. I wondered if this guy was the surprise? After about an hour and a half, the gang all began to file down the stairs, followed last by the most huge beast of a man I had ever lain eyes on. At least 6’8”, and weighing around 250 - 300 lbs. And his skin was the darkest I had ever seen on a black man before. It was beautiful. The whites of his eyes and teeth sparkled in bright contrast to his skin tone. Everything was impressive about this man. Wade came up to me and said, “This is my friend, Ed. Big Ed. He just got released from prison this afternoon. So you can imagine that he’s eager to get his first fuck as a free man.” As he said this, I looked over at Ed and watched his basket fill out until it was an obscene bulge in his pants. Fuck, this man is hung as big as the rest of him! Wade continued. “He hasn’t been able to fuck anyone in the joint for quite a while now because he kept infecting the other inmates. You see, he’s a really toxic fucker. His viral load is way over a million. So you can imagine, he’s got some swimmers to unload. We just slipped a couple of Viagara into his drink and from the looks of it, they’re kicking it.” The other guys began to help Ed out of his clothes, freeing his enormous club of a dick to bob around in the air in front of him, anxious to find somewhere to tuck into. Then they led him up behind me and I saw they added another set of chains and cuffs near my hands, where they shoved Ed’s hands and locked him in. “Sorry, Ed, not quite the way you would expect your first day of freedom, but you’ve got a couple of blue pills in you that are going to keep you hard in that hole all night long. Unload as much as you can into the whore.” Wade leaned next to my face again and grinned. “Smile, pig, you’re on camera,” he said, pointing to a couple of round things up by the ceiling that I hadn’t noticed before. There were several, making sure to catch all angles. “We’ll be upstairs watching . . . along with anyone else online who wants to see a whore get knocked up,” Wade added on his way up. “Enjoy yourselves,” he laughed. Just as he disappeared, I heard Big Ed growl in my ear from behind, and then the head of his enormous cock poised at the entrance to my trashed hole. “This is going to be a long night, bitch.”

PART 11 Jammes whose dick was now harder than he had ever been before in his life looked at this white man toy. He yanked his uncut 10-inch dick out of Joel's ass in a tremendous pull collapsing Joel's gut rushing more pain to his nerve endings. Joel did a small gasp and stared at Jammes. Jammes waited for a bigger reaction but neither heard nor saw nothing. Jammes knew that this white man belonged to him and his brothers now--forever. Once more Jammes rammed his big leviathan directly into Joel but this time the entire length balls deep in one thrust. Nothing from Joel. Three more times Jammes removed his dick violently from Joel's ass and four more times rammed it back into him. Each time Joel made no reaction to the pain; he internalized all his physical sensations focusing on pleasing and satisfying this dark god of his new enlightenment. Jammes held himself fully inside Joel. Joel unclenched his teeth, opened his mouth, and pushed the gag out of his mouth. "Fuck me, now. Please, fuck me now. Fuck me and wreck my ass. Shoot that load of cum in me. Give me your seed. Mark me. Make it hurt; I won't cry out. Please, fuck me now." Joel pleaded with Jammes in both his words and with his eyes begging for the poz load of cum that would be given to him. Jammes listened and looked at Joel studying his new character and demeanour. None of the prior white men had ever made such a plea. None had ever pushed out the gag to plead for more. They had begged, offered bribes, threatened, cried, attempted to negotiate, and even become catatonic at this stage. Jammes was caught off guard. He didn't understand this situation. And, then, it dawned on him that even though all the other men had eventually accepted their fates and had admitted much, much later that Jammes had done what they secretly had wanted all along, this man had come not only to accept what was happening but fully embraced it and did so right now. Joel was on bended knees proverbially speaking begging for his freedom in toto and subjugating himself to Jammes. It was important now to make this as memorable as possible. Jammes slowly withdrew his dick until only the head was still inside Joel's ass. Jammes then equally as slow pushed back inside. He continued the slow piston motion of in and out watching Joel's face that showed how excited he was about what was happening. More and more Jammes fucked Joel. Joel was still experiencing pain but it was passing, and he had accepted the pain as a necessity that should be looked upon as a present for indeed it was a present. Joel's mind was in overload and everything that he thought he knew was being reassessed and his repressed feelings were pouring out helping him to cope and turn to a new life. He felt as if he had just been born. Jammes got in sync with the man in the sling. Joel began whispering words of encouragement as his hole was hammered. The piston action that Jammes had begun felt so good and when Jammes increased the tempo it felt even better. Joel's face glowed in contentment as reflected in how he urged Jammes on to finish and fuck his load of cum into his ass. The two matched each other in stepping up the tempo. The cycle of each wound the other tighter building up the climax that both knew was on its way. Jammes began now to pound and slam into Joel jarring him in the sling so hard that the chains rattled with each strike. Jammes was like a blacksmith's hammer striking out a solid beat on an anvil. Jammes realized that the furnace that he had his monster dick inside was a hot one indeed. More and more Jammes built up his speed and attacked the hole in front of him with the greatest of zest and zeal.

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.