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The bear screamed as I slammed past his sphincter. If he thought he was going to get any mercy in my hate fuck he had another think coming. I didn’t wait or hesitate a millisecond, I was pile driving his ass with my raging hard cock. He continued to cry out every time I bottomed out, but clearly the pain had turned to pleasure. This infuriated me even more. I drove into him harder and harder, the slap of my body against his ass cheeks an ever-increasing rhythm. “Fuck he’s loving this rape!” From the other actor. “Help me turn him over.” I called When he was on his back with the other two pinning his lags to his shoulders my sword disappeared down is gaping hole. I could get even deeper and his cries of pain returned. I relished this and sadistically made every instroke more powerful. Tears were streaming down his face. I had never behaved like this in my life but found myself hoarcking up a big wad of phlegm and spitting it in his face. He looked shocked, but motioned with his right hand ‘bring it on’. The other two let loose with spit as well, one hitting him on the forehead the other in his open left eye. I was ready with another wad that went directly into his gapping mouth. Wiping his eye and swallowing he burst into a massive grin followed by a deep groan as once again I slam bottomed out. Seeing the grin on his face just turned up my anger and my hands were around his throat. He held me with deep eye contact and slightly nodded his head. Was he asking for this or daring me? I didn’t care. The grip of both my hands tightened, my thumbs pressing into his Adams apple. He looked to be in great pain but his gaze held me and he continued to nod encouragement. He couldn’t breath and he was turning scarlet red. “Fuckin A man, he loves this!” The other actor again. His face turned from red to purple. His eyes bulged, but he kept that permissive nod going. His face started turning blue and he was on the verge of passing out when the young man screamed in my face. “Stop, stop now, you’re going to choak him to death!” I had pulled off and stopped fucking with the first ‘s’ from the young stairwell fuck and the bear exploded into gasps of life saving air. I collapsed onto the floor sobbing. It seemed no time and I could hear the bear’s raspy voice; “That was fuckin awesome. God, I love a good choking! Love the adrenaline rush of fear as the thought ‘fuck, this guy’s gonna kill me!' sets in." The other actor stepped over me and plunged into the bear to take over where I had left off. Hands firmly around the bear’s neck. As the bears eyes bulged he was able to croak out , “Yeah, yeah!” There was no way I was going to allow him more pleasure so I quickly stood and pulled the other actor away. In the same motion I spun and fell back onto the bed edge with my legs spread and in the air. “Fuck me here and now” I barked. The other actor needed no encouragement and his raw cock was up my ass. He laid on a pretty decent fuck and was soon unloading deep inside me. My stairwell fuck was up my ass the moment the other actor pulled out. His erection had a big curve that made it prod my prostate with every instroke. He bellowed when he flooded my ass. The bear was ready to mount me next but I angrily demanded he lie on the bed. “I’m in control here, you get no fuckin control.” I had the other two aim the bears raging hardon at my hole as I straddled and lowered myself. As I bounced I dropped with the force of every ounce of my weight winding the bear over and over. After a few minutes of this I barked; “You ready for me to stop?” “No … ugh … No …araugh … No fuckin way!” My hands wrapped back around his neck once again. The fucker was mouthing ‘Thanks’. I was lost in rage and only stopped when the other two pulled my hands away. As I regained my breath I realized the bear was still under me. ‘Fuck, had I killed him?” As I had this thought he started coughing, spitting and gasping for breath. “Holy fuckin shit man! He really loved that! He orgasmed as he blacked out!” the other actor. As I got off I couldn’t hold all the cum that was draining from my ass. “Ok, time for you to finish knock us up. Maybe by the time you pump toxic loads into both of us this exhausted bear will be ready to up the chances of your impregnating us with the gift we so fuckin desperately need.” The other actor. I bent him over the edge of the bed and laid on the quickest pump and dump ever. My stairwell fuck was lying on the bed feet in the air as I finished breeding the other actor. I entered him with my cummy cock and the angelic look on his face and his soft smiling eyes melted away any anger I had been feeling. I made love to his hole, kissing his neck and lips for the next half hour. It was only after the bear slid in my ass and we train fucked that I began to feel anywhere near close to cumming. When the bear pushed into me deep and hard bellowing; “Fuckin breeding you poz slut” I was pushed over the edge and sprayed inside the stairwell fuck. The bear quickly retrieved his phone from his pants. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I enquired. “Well first I’m going to get a picture of your cummy ass. No, let’s make that a video, you got anything left in there to push out?” I bent over to accommodate him and when the phone was recording pushed out a huge wet fart. He was holding the phone so close I covered it with the cum mix from the three men. “You said firstly, what else did you have in mind?" I wondered out loud. As he poked away at the cum covered buttons the bear responded. “It’s time I call my friend with the scorpion tattoo. Clearly you are now ready to receive his toxic load.” “Do I want his poison load? Yes. Do I need it right now? No. Tell him to meet us tomorrow at the mid-town baths. What time will there be the biggest crowd?” “11 pm” from the other actor. “Tell him 11 p.m., he’ll find me in the sling taking any and all loads, no questions asked. I need a crowd cheering as his raw cock breaches my cummy hole and I take the sting of his scorpion tattoo when he breeds me."

Update: I broke my record for the most cock taken in 24 hours. My last record was 20 set in PHX this March. The new record from today is 24 XD

I awoke the next more feeling worse than I had ever felt in my entire life. My side of the bed was soaked and the sweat was rolling off me like a mountain stream. My cute prince was very attentive to my every need. He had room service change the bed and washed me down with a sponge bath. When we had the room to ourselves again he removed his clothes and cuddled up beside my sweltering body. I could see he was getting hard again and prayed he didn’t want to fuck me. Soon his mouth was on my cock and to my surprise it was responding. ‘Where was this energy coming from?’ When my cock was both slobbery wet and good and hard he straddled me and aimed my ragging boner at his rear entrance. Facing me he took the lead in riding my raw knob. His eyes looked into mine and just kept inviting me. He didn’t say a word but I could hear those eyes saying; ‘Yes, Yes’; I could hear them begging ‘Yes! Yes!’ When my breathing became ragged, which didn’t take long, he nodded his head three times. I knew he wanted every drop of my toxin planted as deep in him as I could. And I had no energy to stop myself from blasting away before I passed out. The next five days were a blur as I drifted in and out of consciousness. A rotation of people seemed to be providing my care. Sometimes the young dimple cheeked man, sometimes my bear co-lead and infector, and other times even our director. Surprisingly my dreams were not all nightmares. Some were, with people trying to kill me, that sort of thing. But a significant number were actually very pleasant and many of those were incredibly erotic, as in sexually explicit. I was naked in all these dreams and often having incredible sex with many men; always bareback and always in front of crowds of enthusiastic people. A deep conviction was solidifying deep inside me; I was born to be a sexual exhibitionist. By day six I was beginning to feel a little better but still to weak to spend much time out of bed. I had lots of time alone, and lots of time to think. I was a bit horrified as I remembered the stairwell sex. I knowingly initiated raw sex and bred the young stranger even though I was pretty certain I would be painting his vulnerable insides with this disease. What kind of monster had I become? I had to remind myself that he took full responsibility and practically raped a load out of me when he was sure I was shooting toxic bullets. On day seven of my recovery the bear came to visit. He brought with him another actor who had enthusiastically stepped in to paly my role. The show had only been dark and missed two performances two nights before this new guy felt ready to stand in. The bear and the new guy assured me the show wasn’t as good, everyone in the production was highly anticipating my recovery and return to drawing standing room only cheering crowds. “Are you fucking kidding me? You expect me to work with you after what you’ve done to me.” “Your poz now, what’s the big deal with coming back to the show?” asked the bear nonchalantly. “I can’t begin to draw the crowds you have” from the other actor. “Fucking unbelievable. Can you even hear yourselves? You tricked me into this, and I’m going to have to live with it for the rest of my life.” The bear; “Yeah! It’s fucking hot. You’ll never need to worry about it again. You can get fucked by any guy you want and never have to worry about him pozing you. What’s not to like?” “I’m not gay man! I don’t live for guys to fuck me!" “You could have fooled me. Seems you to grew to enjoy my raw dagger fucking you.” “That was my role asshole!” “What about those nights you came home with me?” “What the fuck, you took him home?” the other actor protested. “Get off my case, you know I fucked you and your two roommates two nights ago” the bear retorted. “And you” looking to me, “You knew what my friend took you back to his place for until you got all high and huffy about his scorpion tattoo. You may claim to be straight, but admit it, you like it up the ass and you love it raw.” I remembered my dreams and I couldn’t argue. “So how soon ‘til you’re back on stage with me?” “Fuck, you are so self centred and arrogant! I hate you!” “I could care less. Go ahead and hate me, just get back on stage and let me keep breeding your ass. It’s a good gig for both of us.” There was a knock at my door and the other actor ushered in my friend from the stairwell fuck. He came by to see if I was feeling strong enough to ’knocking him up’ again. The bear; “So when did you fuck this cute young specimen?” Me, a little shamed faced; “After I stormed out of your scorpion friend’s place.” “Tell me again how straight you are. So high and mighty. What hypocrisy. Ready to gift and infect a guy that you just met. Straight my ass!” “Yeah, and don’t forget you fucked me the next morning when we knew you were sick. Fuck man, I loved that!” My replacement actor, “Oh man, I fuckin love sex with poz men. I get so funkin excited, ‘maybe this’ll be the time it takes’. Fuckin love the adrenaline rush!” The bear started unbuttoning his shirt. “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked. As he was opening his jeans, “Well, I’m getting undressed so you can recharge my poz ass partner.” The other two were already down to their designer underwear. I wanted to but couldn’t miss that I was quickly getting hard. “I’m so going to lay a hate fuck onto your sorry ass!” He was already naked and bent over the end of the bed; “You sure better, and don’t even think about using any lube!”

“Fuck man! You’re poz?” “Yup, poz and very, very toxic.” “Fuck no! And you brought me here to try and fuck me bareback?” “I’m going to fuck you raw and paint your guts with my toxic load.” “Asshole, no you are not. We can fuck alright, in fact that’s what I came for, but you are going to wear a condom.” He laughed; “Bud, I don’t even have a condom in my place. Did you bring one?” Dejected I responded, “No” and began to pull my pants back on. I didn’t even look for my underwear, I just needed out of this place. “Where do you think you are going?” a slight bit of anger in his voice. “Home” “Why?” “Cause there’s not going to be any fucking going on here tonight.” “But why not?” “You are poz and toxic. Did you think I’d let your scorpion sting me? What the fuck?” “But you take two loads every night on stage, and I know you’ve been going back to his place for more. You’ve already taken more than two dozen toxic loads in the last two weeks. Why not take mine?” “What do you mean?” “Did you ever check his ass tattoo. It’s not drawn on there by the makeup department, it’s for real.” The blood froze throughout my body. “But how could you know? You don’t know he’s poz and toxic.” “I fuckin well do, who do you think pozed me about a month ago?” “I don’t believe you. He’s kind, he wouldn’t do that to either of us,” “Don’t be so naïve. Surely you suspected something when at the last moment your production left the legit theatre and relocated to the basement below a sex shop, which itself is below a gay bathhouse. No legit theatre would allow unsimulated sex on their stage, let alone where a known poz porn actor was going to infect a neg bottom. Everybody, all the other actors, the techies, the director …. Everyone is in on this.” “I don’t believe you, I just don’t.” I was pulling on my shirt as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed. “Hey friend. How was your back ally shag? … yeah …. Nice … Did he know you were poz breeding him? … yeah? … did he beg for it? …. Fuckin hot man. … no way! Chaser hun! Fucking twisted! But so was I.… un hun. Look can you swing by here? …. Your co-lead came home with me and is freaked out by my scorpion tattoo” He arrived 20 minutes later. Most of which his friend spent trying to seduce me into his bed. Poor sod couldn’t seem to take ‘NO’. I was livid with my bear co-star, cursing, swearing, crying, calling him every nasty evil name that I could think of. I was desperately hoping he would deny everything his twisted friend was trying to tell me. He admitted that he was indeed poz and highly toxic. He had pozed his friend and about seven other guys. Rather than apologize he told me that I was already infected. How could I not be he reasoned. I’d been taking his loads for two weeks. He’d been scratching my gut walls before breeding me at his apartment. I was livid, cursing, swearing, I found even more vile names to call him and his mother for bringing him into the world. He still insisted I was already HIV positive and should let his friend shag me. In fact he was there now and so why didn’t I let both of them have at my ass. It’s like neither of them were hearing a word I had to say. I finally just left. Hailed a cab and got to my hotel as fast as I could. A cute young dimple cheeked man got on the elevator with me. I tried to avert my eyes from his gaze. I didn’t want him to see I’d been crying, I didn’t want him to know I was upset. But he kept his gaze on me and slowly moved in closer and closer. When my shoulders started to shake and the tears began to flow like a river he just wrapped his arms around me and held me. No words, he just held me. My sobbing stopped as the doors opened for his floor. He gently drew me out of the elevator and backed me up against a wall. He leaned in placing his sweet lips on mine. Suddenly I pulled away and asked the most foolish question since he had already been kissing me; “Can I kiss you?” He grinded, “Yeah” I took his cute dimpled cheeks into my hands, pulled him in and landed a lip lock on his mouth, my tongue darting for his tonsils. “Can I ask you another question?” “Yeah” “Can I fuck you?” “I thought you’d never ask” he answered smiling broadly. He started leading me toward his room, I guess, but I had another idea. “In the stair well, I want to fuck you in the stair well.” “Um, yeah, I guess so.” As soon as the stairwell door closed he dropped his jeans and leaned with his hands against the wall presenting me his ass. Nothing was said about protection or lube so I just spit on my hand a few times lubricating his ass and my raw cock. I held a hand over his mouth as I brutally rammed into his tender ass. When his muffled scream subsided and I remover my hand he told me; “Fuck me, pound me deep, I love your fuckin raw cock up my hole. Give it to me.” I was pounding away; “I don’t’ think I’ll last very long ….” “I don’t care, just breed me, cum in my ass.” My cum canon was blasting before he finished his sentence. When I caught my breath, and my cock slipped out of his hole he said; “That was fucking awesome, thanks. Now come back to my room.” In his room he opened his bar fridge and poured us three shooters each. “First toast is to our mutal animalistic attraction …. Second toast is for the fuckin fantastic breeding you just gave me in the stair well …. Third toast is to anticipate the load I’m going to suck out of your ass before I fuck you silly.” We quickly downed the shooters He proceeded to rip both our clothes off and push me onto the bed on my back. He grabbed my legs and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. In no time he was sucking my co-star’s cum out of my hole. And the next thing I knew his nice sized cock was buried in me balls deep. He leaned over to kiss me and feed me some of the cum he had just harvested from my ass. It tasted like ambrosia, heavenly, cum and ass juices, who knew? I decided not to say anything and just enjoy the ride. This didn’t keep me from groaning out my intense pleasure. He took this as permission to piston me without mercy and he was soon unloading deep in my ass. After an extremely short breather I noticed his cock was still in me and just as hard, or harder than ever. With a question in my eyes I looked deep into his. He just smiled, and nodded, and resumed the fuck. I couldn’t hold back, “Holy Shit” “Yup, I’ve got about three more in me and we’re not done ‘til they are in you.” It took him about 20 minutes to orgasm the second time, and about an hour for the third. Every load painting my intestinal organs. That’s when we took a break and started talking. Pillow talk. I found myself confessing I might have pozed him in the stairwell. He was none pulsed admitting he knew. He had known I was carrying a load for him to feltch from my ass because he had seen me bred earlier in the evening on stage. He knew the bear as a porn star that couldn’t get work in the porn industry because of his status. He had almost spontaneously cum in his pants he was so turned on seeing the bears biohazard tattoo flex as he unloaded in my ass bareback on stage. He knew who I was and had rushed to get on the elevator alone with me. “You knew who I was and you still agreed to let me fuck and breed you? Are you already poz?” “No sir, but I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have give me the gift.” “Well, I’ve not been tested. We don’t know for sure I’m poz.” I stayed the night and kept being wakened by his manhood pushing at my ass. After three more loads I fell in to such a deep sleep. … 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…

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 ….

Part 38: Peter Puts a Ring on It (Will's Perspective) “What the fuck!” I moaned, grabbing Dom’s wrist to stop him. “Too much?” he asked. I was straddling Dom, his engorged cock in my ass, pressing into my prostate, as he slid a sounding rod into my urethra. For weeks he had been trying to convince me to try sounding, something which looked hot in porn but had petrified me in real life. Dom had found me jerking off to porn several times in which a man was strapped down on a table, unable to move, as another man slid the rod deep into the penis, causing the man to scream out in pleasure. Or, at least, that’s what I believed… “You’ve come this far,” he had told me days ago when he had shown me the tools he had borrowed from a friend. “Why not go a bit further?” Sure, I had allowed a poz man to fuck me and infect my body. Sure, we dabbled with watersports and I had grown in my appreciation for tasting his morning golden showers, though not as much as Pastor Kline who drank it all down. Yes, I had fucked my brother and my new doctor, helped two men in my church cheat on their wives, helped one of them fuck his student while the other fucked his son, and, all the while, I managed to keep it all a secret. But the idea of shoving a piece of metal into my cock made my skin crawl now that I was given the chance to try it. Still, he had convinced me. “It fucking burns,” I told him, feeling my cock pushing the rod out even as Dom’s hand tried to push it deeper in. “It’s going to burn,” he said. “Then you shove it in your own dick,” I told him, knocking his hand away and pulling the rod out of my cock. “Fuck. How does anyone find this enjoyable?” Dom took the metal rod and licked it where it had, only moments ago, been deep inside my urethra. “It looked hot.” “Then get either Peter or Pastor Kline addicted to it, because I don’t think I’ll ever be doing that again.” “How about a catheter?” “Only if I’m eighty.” Dom ran his hands over my body, squeezing my nipples as I rode his cock, impaling myself on his huge member. “Fuck, I’ve missed fucking you,” he said. “You fucked me last night,” I reminded him. “You were fucking Peter while I fucked you from behind,” Dom corrected. “I mean just the two of us.” “Without metal shoved up my cock,” I countered, my breath momentarily fucked out of my body as Dom slammed his dick against my prostate. “Peter’s getting his tattoo tomorrow,” Dom said, his breathing strained as I caused the bed to slam against the wall. “And he’s got another little surprise.” “What surprise?” I asked, pumping my cock with one hand while I reached back and grabbed Dom’s balls, squeezing them tight. “I’m not allowed to say,” he told me. “He wants you, Dr. Wade, and Pastor Kline to be there. That’s all I’m allowed to say.” “I’ll shove that rod back in my dick if you’ll tell me,” I teased, squeezing his balls even tighter. Dom growled, his own grip on my nipples tightening, causing a gasp from me. “I’ll get that rod back in your cock someday,” he said, smiling. “Just you wait and see.” __ I’d come in early with Dom to the tattoo parlor, wanting to make sure I was there for when Peter got his biohazard tattoo. I didn’t know where he was getting it or what the extra surprise was, but I wanted to be there for the whole journey. It had turned into a guessing game amongst us all, wondering where the tattoo would go and what Peter had waiting for us. Each of us took turns either fucking Peter or getting fucked by him, hoping, during the moment of orgasm, we’d be able to extract the secret along with his fountain of toxic jizz. “We’re still early,” Dom said, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into his body, kissing my neck and sending chills down my spine. “Do you want another tattoo while we wait?” “Any suggestions?” I asked. “We can start in on your own tally marks,” he said, running his palm along my arm. “No,” I told him, grabbing his arm and running my fingers along the marks showing every man he had managed to poz. “Any man I poz isn’t just mine,” I said. “I wouldn’t be here without you. My gift is from you. If anyone deserves those marks, it’s you.” Dom and I stared at his arm, admiring the tattoos which adorned his body. “But I don’t want any tally mark after yours,” he said, pressing his thumb against his fiftieth mark. My mark. “You’re my final conquest, so to speak.” “Why?” I asked, turning to face him, staring into the eyes that had once haunted me, which had, and still did, frighten me when I saw his animalistic desire start to surface. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever met, and all I wanted to do was stare at the face of the man who had changed me. “Is it because you managed to take an innocent, straight pastor and turn him into a deviant, gay, poz fucker?” “No,” he said, smiling down at me. “It’s because every one of these men was someone to fuck and leave behind. They were all men who I wanted for their holes, to fuck up their lives, and to move on from. That’s who they all were.” “Even Dr. Wade?” “Every poz man needs a good doctor,” he laughed. “With you, when I met you, I saw a man living a lie. I knew there was a darkness hiding in you, and that’s all I wanted to find. I wanted to fuck you, to poz you, and then watch as I turned a good, religious man into a perverted fucker.” “Which you did,” I said, moving my hand down to his crotch, feeling his cock slithering down his pants leg. “You’re more than that,” he said. “I’ve never met a man I didn’t want to leave behind. There were so many times I tried to convince myself to walk away, to step back and let you be nothing more than a tally mark on my arm, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to do it.” I stared at him, looking beyond the tough exterior and the man I knew to be a toxic fucker, and I found myself staring into the eyes of someone who truly meant what he was saying. He wasn’t saying this to get me off or himself. This wasn’t a cheesy line from porn. He was telling the truth. My hand fell from his crotch and rested on his leg. “I love you,” he said, his voice low, quiet. I found myself drawn to him, pulled into his body, needing to be closer to him than ever before. I moved up and kissed him, trying to tangle us together so tightly that no one could separate us. “Am I interrupting?” Dom and I broke our kiss, finding Peter standing a few feet away. “Sorry,” I said, taking a step back, giving Dom and me the space to collect ourselves. “I’m good for a show before the main event,” Peter said, already stripping his shirt off. “Anything with you two is ideal for me.” “While I’m sure Will and I would love to entertain you,” Dom said, winking at me, “We better get your tattoo started so we’re ready for when everyone else shows up.” “Where are you getting your tattoo?” I asked, following them back to the space Dom had set aside for special clients. “Well, I’ve gone back and forth on that,” Peter said, now down to only his underwear. “Not wanting my wife to see it limited my choices, but now, I could have it tattooed on my face if I fucking wanted.” “Don’t,” Dom and I both said. “Not to worry,” Peter said, taking off his underwear which he flung at my face, managing to get the pouch right over my nose. His underwear was always covered in cum stains. “I want any man who I fuck or who fucks me to know the type of man I truly am. So, taking inspiration,” he motioned to Dom,” I want my tattoo right above my cock.” “Good choice,” Dom said, opening draws and pulling out a can of shaving cream and a razor. “Shave off your pubes, and we’ll get started.” “I’ve never been more excited to shave in my entire life,” Peter said, taking the can and razor and running off to the bathroom. I watched as Dom started getting things ready, admiring his hands, remembering how he had just held me moments ago, how his hands had touched every inch of my body, how his hands had tattooed my own biohazard symbol on my chest months before, how his hands had guided me the first time I had ever been intimate with another person, and how his hand had reached out to shake my own the day we had met. “I love you, too,” I said. Dom stopped, looked back at me, and smiled. I kept close to Dom’s side throughout Peter’s ceremony of being marked a poz man. The tattoo looked great on his pelvis, drawing the eye down to his gifted cock. I held Peter’s hand as he tried not to scream the closer the tattoo gun got to his dick. After several hours, the tattoo was done and bandaged. “I have no fucking idea how you’ve managed to get so many,” Peter said to Dom, still on the table naked, his sweaty body recovering. “I wouldn’t want to get any more tally marks if I were you.” “Don’t worry,” Dom said, looking at me. “I won’t be.” “Has the show started?” Dr. Wade called, entering back with Pastor Kline, Lewis, and Jay behind him. “You’re just in time,” Peter said. “I didn’t know you were coming,” I told Jay, hugging him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said. “I was there when this guy got the idea of leaving his wife fucked into him.” “And what a fuck it was,” Peter said. “How are you, Lewis?” “I’m good,” Lewis said. “Anyone start questioning you about me, yet?” Lewis nodded. “No one knows, but I’m going crazy not being able to get fucked right now.” “The safer the better,” I reminded him. “You’ve gone this long without a cock in you. Imagine what it was like for me.” “We fixed that issue real quick,” Dom said to Lewis. “I’ll get my cock inside your tight hole real soon. Don’t worry.” “Calm your raging boner down,” I told Dom. “Lewis, if you convert and your parents find out, your dad will kill all of us.” “Or want to become like us,” Peter said. “Fuck, your dad is hot.” “Not everyone’s dad is like Pastor Kline. Not everyone secretly wants to get fucked by a poz man,” I told him, noticing a strange look pass over Pastor Kline’s face. “While I’m always happy to meet with a group of sexy men,” Dr. Wade said, eyeing up Lewis, “May I ask why we’re all here? It’s not to witness you leaving with your new tattoo, right?” “It’s not that,” Peter said, smiling. “All of you have been a part of my journey into becoming the man I am today, and I wanted you to be here for what I consider the turning point of my life.” “Your turning point wasn’t you leaving your wife?” Jay asked. “That was the start,” Peter said. “Or when we seduced you in Will’s office?” Pastor Kline added. “Or when we fucked at the school?” Lewis finished. “With this tattoo,” Peter emphasized, “I’m permanently marking myself as the man I’ve always wanted to be. But, I didn’t just want to get a tattoo. I wanted to do something more than that, something… twisted, I guess.” “Twisted how?” “Because I’m no longer shackled to my soon-to-be-ex-wife, I wanted to do something different with my wedding ring.” “Different how?” Dom and Peter exchanged a nod, Dom opening a drawer and pulling out a box which he handed to Peter. “I tried to think of the worst thing I could do to my wedding ring,” Peter said. “What could I do to represent myself fucking it as I start my new life. That’s when it hit me.” Peter opened the box, revealing a thin, golden ring inside. “Is that…” “It’s a Prince Albert ring,” Dom said, putting on a new pair of sterile gloves. “Custom made.” “It’s a ring made from my wedding ring,” Peter told us, a giant grin on his face. “That way, whenever I fuck a man’s ass, I’m fucking my wedding ring at the same time.” “It’s like you’re marrying your dick,” Jay said, admiring the ring. “So, what? Is this like a wedding of some type?” I asked. “Are we watching you get your dick pierced like we’re watching you marry your dick?” “You’re watching me become the man I’ve always wanted to be,” Peter said, watching as Dom started prepping him for the piercing. “The Peter Flanagan everyone knew before that day I fucked a student is dead. I’m a new man. I’m finally free. Alright, Dom, I’m ready. Pierce my cock with my wedding ring!” _____________________________________________________________________________ I'm a sucker for doing fucked-up shit to wedding rings, and I've never seen this done before. I hope it's an idea that scratches that perverted itch you didn't know was in your mind.

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

I cheat. It’s my absolute biggest turn on ever. I love knowing some other guys raw dick is in my hole about to shoot a huge load in me. Or I love breeding a guy raw. Then going home and having my husband use my wet hole or suck my dick clean without knowing where it’s been. Recently, I’ve been getting my husband involved in some side play. Don’t get me wrong. He doesn’t cheat. I know he doesn’t for a fact since I’ve gone through his phone and he makes it very clear if we play, it’s always and only together. So some of my side buddies and I have been talking. We love fucking and wanted to get my husband involved. I’ve never been hornier knowing I’ve been bred by these guys and now my husband is getting bred or breeding them without ever knowing I’ve given or taken loads with them multiple times in the past. It’s so hot watching my husband get filled. I love fucking him with someone else’s cum in his hole. if you’re in the Orlando area and want to join sometime DM me.

I used to play with a married dude who always fucked me in his sons bed because his wife was so meticulous making the bed he was afraid she would notice. Im not gonna lie it was a big turn on knowing his boy slept there.

Part 4...So im at work, when out of the blue I get a text msg from my Big Black Dick Daddy that says, "I remember where yall stay snowbunny, and I'm standing out your bedroom window listen to whiteboy. He in there screaming at people on the internet calling them stupid niggers. Mmmph he dont even know what's about to go down right now? I suddenly hear a window slide open abruptly and hear boyfriend say, "Who the fuck are you nigger?" Then BBDDaddy says, "I'm the nigger that's been getting your bitch pregnant and I've got a whole gang of shit for you to see whiteboy." Then I hear boyfriend struggling along with what sounds like a gang of black men kicking and punching and throwing expletives at him. I yell into the phone, "Daddy, no, what are you doing to him?" And my black master replies, "Don't yiu worry your pretty pink pussy baby, you'll see him again real soon, now I got to go now, but I'll be by your job to come pick you up in a few hours, alight baby?" I'm half torn weeping and sporting a serious half chub and all I say is, "Yes Master." He ends the call and I think, "What have I gotten myself into?" To be continued...he's coming back in the room so I cant have him see me typing this out...

“YOUR ASS IS A MESS” I’ve been abstinent lately since I had a cold for the past 1.5 weeks. Today I resumed sex and my fwbs surely didn’t disappoint. (1) Brooklyn Matt is a 6’3 50yo salt & peppery engineer. We’ve been fwbs for years now, but haven’t seen each other in a while. Passionate kissing, cuddling, caressing, & eventually, flip fucking. I tried to save my load for later tonight, but I can’t decline Matt’s perky hairy hole. As he was was moaning “Breed me” / “I want you load,” I erupted inside of him. Afterwards, we had boyfriend pillow talk. I love wrapping my legs and body around his tall frame. Daddies make me so weak, sighs. (2) Then, dudesnude’s hndsmtop ([think before following links] https://forums.dudesnude.com/u/hndsmtop) came over. Sexy, slutty, rough. ❤️😈 He knew I had been freshly loaded. Rather than intimate kisses or a slow ramp up, he proceeded to pound me hard. It didn’t take long til he spewed inside of me. “Joy to the world, the daddy has cum. Let my body receive his kids” LOL. Thank you, baby xoxo (3) Damian next came over from Jersey. 50yo+ with muscles all over & a huge thick Dick. He has a tendency of fucking me so hard that I start sweating, sometimes sing gospel songs in my head, & almost to the point of making me say “uncle” because he’s so aggressive. He hadn’t fucked me in about 1-2 months either. He bred me while I was on my side & told me he missed his favorite hole. (4&5) J & A are a Harlem couple. I see J more often since he works nearby and sometimes fucks me after work. J is a cute latin twunk while A is a fit & nerdy white boy. Both in their late 30s (I think). I was immediately spit roasted with J cumming in me first. A was a little shy since he didn’t know me as well. He had a tough time getting erect. I told him that was ok. I was in the middle of a J & A cuddle sandwich; occasionally switching sides to spoon kiss the other. I told A a little more about myself & he eventually got hard. Gave me his 8 inch d shortly afterwards. (6) Ed is a handsome gent who I met in the gym. It was our first time fucking. He’s really hot, but tbh he didn’t really put it down in the bedroom. Happy to c him again tho (7) Staten Island Matt is a hung Vers geeky brunette. He just came over from getting fucked by another guy LOL. He loved how wet my hole was; alternating between rimming and fucking me. I love it when tops do that to me. (8) Chipper is a handsome DC visitor who hit me up earlier this week on scruff. Great communicator, handsome & nice guy, 7 inch d. I sure was chipper after he was done with me LOL (9) lastly, craig came over. He’s been fucking me since 2011 so he’s seen me in all sorts of compromising positions lol. He was on his way to his gym nearby. After he finished nailing me, he said “MY HOLE WAS A MESS.” Hallelujah it was lol. Just waking up from a nap now. Headed to a fwb’s group & then another orgy later tonight for more fun XD I’m back riding on the saddle 😁

I love this story because I feel it is describing how might soon be, I always considered myself straight and only dated women. When I first saw the Crying Game I was disgusted by the reveal. A few years later I found myself walking daily to and from my office through the tenderloin in San Francisco. I walked past the Motherlode every day and started noticing the tranny hookers that hung out on the street. I would crcoss the street to avoid interacting with them. I soon started to notice how pretty they actually were. They would tease me and I got to know a few. Within months I was going regularly to the Motherlode bar to have a few beers and kick back and watch the hot gurls. It didn't take long before I was browsing "shemale" porn on the internet and then hooking up with gurls and hookers from Divas the tranny club that replaced the Motherlode. At first I was ashamed and did not want to cheat on my wife but the allure and the my lust was too strong. One of the gurls introduced me to Tina and that took my experience to 11. Soon I was less interested in gurls on hormones because they could not get as hard and rarely wanted to top. I started seeking out those young fit feminine boy types. The more I PnP'd the more I discovered what I truly crave. I was now firmly addicted to hot femboys but wanted them to fuck me while feeding me clouds. My fantasy is some day they won't even need to be fem, but I'm not there yet. There is nothing that gets me off more than blowing clouds and being fucked by a pretty athletic boy in a wig. Give me time and like Justin, I'll be begging every hard cock to fuck me and loving it. And yes, she definitely does not need to know.

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… -

Had a party at my place last night. Managed to get 7 guys to show, but not at the same time. I promote to BZ to most of my slutty friends. Hope it snowballs

This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. *********************************************************** I like the gay group at school. We have weekly meetings and have a lot of activities, like when there was a demonstration recently to raise public awareness of gay hate crimes, we made posters, distributed flyers, etc., working together with other local gay groups. We also have bar night, my favorite, where we can mix and mingle. We headed out last week to a pretty tame dance bar and I immediately seized the opportunity to chat up this guy Brian and buy him a couple of drinks. I've wanted him for a long time. Brian is 23, brown hair, hazel eyes that look so innocent, short but beefy build,always wears sports gear and trainers. We looked through the free gay rags at the bar and he commented on how hot the leather daddy in one ad was. After talking for a long time on the bar side, where it's not as loud and they have booths, I said,"You like leather dudes like the one in the bar ad? Me too." I mentioned another group I was going to the following night at my friend Ron's house- a leather fetish group in which I thought Brian would be interested. Ron, the host, is a hardcore leather daddy- 55 years old,has a fully equipped dungeon in his basement, where he holds weekly parties with a lot of guys stopping by. I didn't mention how Ron is also POZ, the biggest sleaze I know, as are all of the guys who attend, myself included. Brian was really excited about being invited and said he always wanted to explore leather. "Explore you will," I said. I was rock hard just thinking of Brian getting a warm welcome from the older POZ sleaze guys at Ron's party and when I got up from the seat to go to the loo my pants were tented obscenely. My friend Eddie and I just call it the "bareback party" since that's all it is. Brian and my fellow bug chaser friend Eddie and I all met up and went to the party the next night. "What should I wear?" Brian asked. "Well, I have a leather vest you can borrow," I said. "But we usually strip down. You're cool with that, aren't you?" "For sure. No prob." Ron greeted us at the door and took 2 quid from each of us to cover refeshments, and we walked in to admiring glances from all the guys there- all of whom were nude or semi-nude, wearing jockstraps, leather arm bands, collars. One huge muscular guy, a top guy with lots of tattoos, looked over at us and smiled. He has fucked both Eddie and me on different occasions- both bareback, giving us huge loads, and doubtless looked forward to nailing the new piece of ass we brought with us. "Hey, how are you?" the leather dude said, and ushered us into the kitchen, where he poured us very strong drinks which Brian drank eagerly, out of nervousness. We started taking off our clothes, which our host Ron took from us. The leather dude, his cock already erect, started helping Brian out of his clothes, commenting on what a nice body he had. He said to keep the leather vest on, that it made him look so sexy. One of the older guys lit up a joint and offered it to us, which we all accepted- Brian inhaling much more than us. I think our drinks were slightly "enhaced" with something- which I expect and warmly welcome, but Brian's must have been especially strong. We had barely just arrived, and Brian was making out with the muscular POZ guy, who was feeling up his ass and rubbing his leaking dick against Brian's belly. When I turned my head for a minute to speak to someone who had fucked me the previous week, Brian was being led into a bedroom with Ron and the muscular guy. They left the door open, and guys were gathered around to watch. Brian was soon on his stomach on the bed,his sweet tight ass getting rimmed by the muscular POZ guy. I love GHB. Ron held poppers under Brian's nose as the muscular guy entered him bareback. He yelped and it seemed like he initially tried to struggle, but in the end he relaxed and accepted his long and quite rough fucking. Ron got out his digital camera and the room lit up in super-fast flashes of light as he caught Brian's pozzing to add to his huge collection of amateur bareback pics. Brian was just another bareback party-goer. The muscular dude bellowed out he was cumming and deposted his load in Brian's stretched butthole. He smiled and slapped Brian's ass when he was finished and then Ron took his turn, enjoying the leather top's cum as lube. Another 4 guys fucked Brian raw and then I felched all the cum out of his ass while they took pictures of us cum pigs. Eddie, meanwhile, was getting fucked raw on the bed next to us. The entire place smeeled wonderful. Like poppers and weed and fucking. A gay man's paradise. I let Brian keep the leather vest. He was pure excitement about everything that happened and definitely will be there next week. When that one bareback site was still up and operating,I bought a "BUGCHASER" t-shirt. I want to see Brian wearing that and nothing else at the next party. With him, we are one step closer to becoming the majority.

Hopefully only temporarily, but - figured I'd give you guys the warning: As most know, the official word is that fucking is no longer allowed (or even getting your Cock sucked) inside the bar. The reason given was that because of all the physical plant upgrades, there are city inspectors coming and going. This was delivered by one of the employees back in Pig Alley - that I'd never heard of city inspectors working at 11:00 pm - but, the employee went on to say we could actually play "feelies" through the pants, but no exposure of any kind. B F D. So, guys would go around the corner by Decades and fuck, and until a couple of days ago, it went on until dawn. Now, however, the cops are rounding up pervectly innocent Pigs doing what they need to do. In the past couple of days, there's PLENTY of parking over there, which is highly unusual. I hope they get it back to normal soon, but figured I'd let all my fellow Pigs know ..... Hopefully we'll get our PigPen back soon - but for now, it's not a good idea to fuck anywhere near the corner of 4th & 15th. ☹️

So I have recently found sniffies to be my best bet for finding dicks to suck. And it seems like Orlando is in an uptic on people using it sooo.. win win. Today was an interesting encounter. Anon user, zero stats, the whole nine yards. But.. he was like 200 feet away. He sent a dick pic and asked if I liked. I did. Got his address, and it turns out he was in the same condo set up I live in. When I got over there I swear I have never been catfished so fucking hard. Pic showed a cut, average and nicely manscaped dick. This dude was uncut, on the smaller side and had a bush that wouldnt quit. He gave some reason about not getting any with his real pics and appologized but asked me to still blow him. I shouldnt have.. but I did. Not a bad dick (once he finally got hard...) but damn had he been honest it would have been better. He finished quick and I left. He asked if It could be weekly and sent his number later.. dont think its gonna happen... but hes saved in my phone as Desperation D heh.

If I'm backed onto a glory hole or in the darkroom, I briefly get hard once I'm sure a guy is going to use my hole. Then, once he's in, I tend to go soft. I just concentrate on my arse and his cock. If I'm in a darkroom being fucked, sometimes guys will start wanking me while I'm being fucked. I'm not keen on that, because it gets in the way, although I do like it when a guy feels underneath to check if the guy is fucking me bareback.

It’s not that they don’t take them seriously here. It’s not birthplaces, it’s birthplace - they’re only manufactured in Bowling Green, KY. When you drive to Bowling Green, to the second exit on I-65, the Corvette Plant is right off the highway in all its glory, and just across the way is the National Corvette Museum. Every so often long streams of corvettes come riding through the area as owners make pilgrimages, like visiting Corvette Mecca. But most of them are people who come from other places. Also local is Mammoth Cave National Park, home of the world’s longest known cave system, once called ‘The Monarch of Caves’. My grandparents often went to the park for picnics - and never once visited the cave. Somehow people just don’t see what’s right next to them as being as valuable. Familiarity breeds contempt. I suppose it’s the same reason some might get more excited at the thought of fucking a guy from out of town than someone local - even if he owns a Corvette.

Part 37: Plans in Motion (Will's Perspective) Peter coming out as gay and leaving his wife was all anyone could talk about at church. The rumors surrounding him transformed into wild stories of meeting men in the woods, blowing businessmen from out of town, prostituting himself in every alleyway, and even pledging allegiance to some type of sex cult. Well, the last one wasn’t entirely wrong. The stories continually grew, but they never hit on the truth. No one knew, for sure, that Peter had fucked a student, let alone a student who also attended the church and whom everyone believed to be the perfect example of a young, godly man. No one knew that Peter had fucked not only another man from the church but also two of the lead pastors. No one knew that he had held an orgy at his home in order to finally convert his body into becoming what he saw to be his only purpose: to create copious amounts of poz cum to infect other men. If everyone knew the truth, I believe they would have died of shock. As I walked through the church, I saw groups huddled together, whispering about what they had heard from someone else, my ears ready to pick up on any news. No one came close to the truth beyond knowing for sure that Peter Flanagan was getting fucked by and was fucking other men. No one knew where he had gone or who he was with. For all they knew, he was halfway across the country, locked in a sex dungeon, instead of several miles away at Dr. Wade’s house. Dom, Dr. Wade, and I took shifts helping Peter through his conversion, making sure he wasn’t just hydrated but also filled with poz cum. Peter had always been exceptionally horny, but his sex drive only increased once he was poz. “We’re fucking every night,” Dr. Wade told us when Dom and I visited. We took turns fucking Peter, Dr. Wade and I both impaling ourselves on his newly poz cock to drain him of his toxic cum. “He never gets tired. Look at this.” He held up a water bottle full of an opaque liquid. “This is all the cum he shot in me just from last night. All of this.” “Why collect it?” “I asked him to,” Dom said, taking the bottle. “You know how much I like to use other men’s cum as lube.” “I remember,” I told him, smiling. “The man is a god,” Dr. Wade said, stripping and readying himself for another round of fucking. “Imagine being able to recover that quickly and to cum that much toxic cum in one night. Fuck, send him to a bathhouse, and he’d be able to poz every neg guy there in one night.” “And get himself and us caught immediately,” I reminded. No one knew how connected we were with the whole ordeal. After Peter’s confession to his wife, it hadn’t taken long for her to contact me and Pastor Kline. We agreed to meet with her in my office, hoping to counsel her. Little did she know that both Pastor Kline and I had seduced her husband in that very office, witnessing firsthand his cumming ability, making sure he would become like us. “You were meeting with him,” she had said to us, more angry than sad. “Had he said anything?” “Nothing that would have indicated this,” we lied. Then again, no one had truly believed that he would leave his wife. Sure, had talked about it when he was getting fucked, but we had all written it off as a fantasy. “I just can’t stop imagining him doing such awful things with… with… God knows who!” He certainly does, I thought, remembering us all in her house that night, fucking in every room, defiling every surface with our hot, writhing bodies, covering anything that stood still with our toxic cum. If the police ever did a sweep to find DNA, we’d all be fucked. “If we had known,” Pastor Kline said, “We would have stepped in. If your husband was struggling with his desire to sleep with men, believe me, both Pastor Ryder and I would have been there.” I gave Pastor Kline a look, warning him not to risk making those types of suggestions. Yes, it appeared as if we had managed to go unnoticed, but there was no point in creating more commotion. The sooner everyone forgot about Peter the better. “That was a close one,” Pastor Kline said as soon as Mrs. Flanagan had left. “We’re not entirely out of the woods yet,” I told him. “No one knows that Peter is still here, and no one should. They’ll be asking students at the high school if any of them knew anything about Peter. I’m sure they’ll try to find out if he had fucked any of the students.” “Why should the school get involved?” “Peter was a well-known figure in our community. Him suddenly announcing that he’s gay will definitely cause insane parents to believe that he’s been fucking students.” “Have you talked to Lewis?” I nodded. “I told him to lay low. I also told him not to fuck anyone who is poz for a while. Until he’s graduated, on his way to college, and out of his parents’ house, any conversion will create red flags.” “I told Ryan the same thing,” Pastor Kline said. “Though, I’ll admit, I do miss having my son’s thick cock shoved up my hungry ass.” “If you want a cock to fill you up, you’ve got plenty of volunteers here,” I told him, winking. “But, for now, we need to leave Ryan and Lewis out of it.” “I agree,” Pastor Kline said. I watched as he stared off into the distance, as if some thought was hanging in the air just out of reach. “Are you alright?” I asked him. “What?” he said. “Sorry. Yeah, I’m alright. It’s just a lot going on at the moment.” “We all need to keep our heads low,” I told him. “Absolutely,” he said, heading out of my office. “Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to tell you, since we’ve been dealing with so much, I thought it would be best to try to relieve ourselves of some pressure.” “You mean…” My hand slipped down to my crotch where my cock started to get hard. Pastor Kline smiled. “No, though I’ll try to swing by tonight for some community time between you, me, and Dom. What I mean is that I reached out to some pastors that I’ve known for years, some from college, inviting them to preach for us in a few weeks. I thought it would be good to remove some of that pressure.” “Is it really smart to be bringing in strangers at a time like this?” “It’ll liven things up,” he said. “Things are already lively,” I told him. “Are you sure it’s a good idea?” “I believe so,” he said, smiling. “I think something very good will come from it.” “You’re the head pastor,” I told him. “And don’t you forget it,” he said. (Pastor Kline’s Perspective) “How long has it been?” he asked me, his voice over the phone sounding just as it had all those decades ago. Yes, there was a maturity now, the years of preaching wearing his voice down, but every word still sent chills down my spine. “Decades,” I told him, laughing. “I think I was there for an alumni lunch maybe twenty years ago.” “That’s right,” he said. “I remember now. Your wife had just had your son, right?” “That’s right,” I said. “Ryan. He’s in college now.” “It’s crazy how quickly they grow up, isn’t it?” “It is,” I told him, my hole still missing my son’s ample girth. “I can’t believe I never made the connection,” he told me. “After all these years, I can’t believe I never connected the dots.” “I didn’t either.” “Well,” he said, laughing, “that’s understandable. When we first met, I had a different last name.” “That’s true,” I told him. “Why did you change it?” “I had a major falling out with my father,” he said. “It was so bad that I couldn’t stand using the same last name as he did. So, when I started at my first church, I decided to go by my mother’s maiden name.” “Ryder,” I said, allowing the name to hang on my tongue. In that moment, I thought of all the times I had held Will’s cock on my tongue, tasting him, unaware that he was the offspring of the man I had desired for decades. “It’s always been a sore spot that my wife and I haven’t come to visit Will and see him in action, but you know how it is. It’s hard to get a Sunday off.” “That’s true,” I told him. “Though, speaking from experience, seeing Will in action is truly spectacular.” “Well, I’m excited to get the chance now that I’m retired,” he said. “And we’re excited to have you,” I said. “Now, remember, don’t mention a word to Will. I want it to be a surprise.” “My lips are sealed,” he said. “I won’t speak a word of it.” “Then we’ve got everything settled,” I told him, feeling my heart racing and my cock growing in my pants, a large pre-cum stain starting to show through. “We’ll see you our direction soon.” “That you will,” he said. “Until then.” “Goodbye, Ben,” I said, ending the call. I opened an app on my phone and looked up one of Will’s social media pages, filtering through pictures until I found the one I had been searching for. It showed Will with his family, all of them smiling at the camera. While Will always got me hard and Jay was the type of pervert who got me hot, my eyes could only focus on the man who stood behind them. Even though decades had passed and he showed his age, I found myself unable to pull my attention away from anyone but Ben Ryder. I fished my cock out of my pants and started jerking off, blowing my load all over the screen. “Until then,” I said, licking the screen. I’d had two Ryder men, but I wanted the trinity. __________________________________________________________________ I'm working to get Ben into the mix, men.

Today went to The Green Door in Bethlehem Pa for the first time. I bought some jungle juice platinum and went down the hall. Went into a booth and let the door open and got naked and was jerking off. No one seemed interested, so I moved to a different booth and a guy stuck his cock through the hole and I suckked his cock until he came in my mouth. He left, so I went to a different booth looked in the hole and saw a guy jerking off. I asked him if he wanted a blow job and he declined, so I found a double booth took off my close and started hitting poppers. A guy asked I was giving bjs and I said yest. So I sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, that's load number 2. After he left I sat their jerking off to the movie playing and hitting more poppers. A while later the guy I asked if he wanted a blow job earlier walked in so I started to suck his cock, which was huge had to be 10 inches. After a few minutes I asked if he wanted to fuck and he said yes, so he bent me over and started to fuck me as I was hitting poppers. Good thing I had poppers. He fucked great, probably the best I ever had, he fucked me in all kind of positions. We did a lot of ass to mouth. Then he started to fist me, first time I was able to take a full fist, it was awesome. He was great at fisting. After a while he started fucking me More and he filled my cunt. So today was a good day 3 loads down.

I totally lose respect for liars. Don’t lie about your age. Don’t send fake pictures. Be honest about what you’re into. I have walked out on someone and also sent someone packing because of their dishonesty.

I would like to read the entire analysis of how Clinton and Obama moved the Overton window to the right because it doesn’t sound plausible in the least. Moral Majority, Reagan, Gingrich/Contract with America, BushJr., and Trump were all dramatic pulls to the right.

Its Sunday afternoon , my usual day to buy groceries up at Brookshires. Its a warm day and as usual I have on a pair of shorts , commando of course and a T shirt. I arrive at Brookshires , walk in and get my cart and off I go to the isles .. as I'm shopping I run into an old gay contact. His name is Mac. He's my height but heavier with a big fat cock about 7 1/2 inches with a slight curve. I remember it well because I sucked it off twice. We had some small talk and he tells me the news he is now poz but on meds and undetectable . He said he needed to use the bathroom while we were talking and I said I needed to go too.. I really wanted to see his big cock , I believe he had the same intentions .. We both walk into the bathroom and its empty. We belly up to the stalls and pull our cocks out.. I looked at his big cock as it was pissing and started getting hard.. Mac asks " you wanna suck my poz cock?" I said "why not ! " We went into the handicap stall.. I dropped my shorts when we stepped in.. My cock was already hard. Just so happened he was also commando and dropped his shorts.. His big cock was hard and standing tall !.. we started rubbing our cocks together. Mac pulled me close and we started kissing deep. I rubbed his hard cock as we made out.. I soon went to my knees and started sucking Mac's big poz cock. MMMMM is was really good. I just love sucking a big dick like a whore bottom boy. Mac held my head and started face fucking me .. I soon tasted his slick precum as it hit my tongue .. Mac's says " you should come on over to my house." I agreed.. We quickly put our pants up and finished up our grocery shopping.. I was soon at Mac's door. He let me in.. He had on a bathrobe with his cock hanging out the front.. I love that.. i wasted no time and I grabbed his cock as we quickly started making out again.. I unbutton my shorts drop and they drop off reveling my hard cock.. Mac is rubbing and squeezing my ass with both his hands while I'm rubbing his big dick.. We soon head for the bedroom.. I sit on the edge of the bed and pull my shirt off.. I'm now naked with a throbbing hard on... Mac sets his robe on the chair .. Mac walks toward me , his cock was standing tall , mmm it looked so hot.. He gets close and my legs automatically spread apart.. He pulls my legs up and gets close.. His cock was on top of mine as his rubs his cock back and forth in a fucking motion .. his big cock looked so hot on top of mine . Soon he guides it down to my boy hole.. He says " you ready to take my poz cock?" What could I say at this point, I said " yeah , fuck me with your big poz cock" Mac says " yeah , you like that big poz cock !" Mac continued to rub his big cockhead back and forth across my boy hole.. His precum was making it slick .. Mac says as he slips the head in " mmm take it !" It felt so good as I love cock head slipping in and out . I was hungry to have his big poz cock up my ass.. Mac kept working his cock deeper and deeper up my ass till he was balls deep..He then fucked me deep with long strokes keeping the pressure on my ass.. My cock was hard as he fucked me good and deep.. Mac says " you want that hot poz load don't you boy?" I said "yeah" in between the moans every time he drove his cock deep.. Mac says "good , cause I don't pull out ! " Mac continues to work my ass over , his precum had my ass walls all slick. Mac says ," your prostate is absorbing my poz cum , you like having your prostate pounded and massaged with my poz cock don't you boy !" I said "yes" in between the moans.. I soon had to cum as I couldn't hold it .. I stroked my cock as he fucked me , I soon shot a huge load... I moaned and moaned as I cummed while he pounded my prostate !! I must have shot a dozen squirts of cum !! Mac says " you ever taken a poz load before ? " I said " I don't think so " Mac says " mmm a virgin" Mac picks up the pace ,, I could tell he was turned on fucking my neg ass knowing he would be my first poz load" Soon Mac starts to whimper and grunt .. I could feel his cock twitching as he pulsated his poz load deep in my ass ! He pulls out and looks at his prize before he slides back in to finish his orgasm.. When he pulled out I could feel a couple streams of sperm sliding down !! Mac slowly fucks me . Mac say's "I love fucking a creamed ass!" Mac pulls my hips and drives it deep and holds it there.. Mac says " absorb that seed boy ! " Mac never lost his hard on and fucks me slowly making sure he pumps every last drop of cum in my ass ! He finally let me loose after 15 minutes ! I get up and slip my shorts on and head home.. My ass felt really good, cum fucked , stretched and pozzed.

I was NEG when my best buddy Jim and I started hanging out. Jim is POZ, and I get so aroused when he tells me about all the NEG’s he’s bred—still do. At first I didn’t know whether to believe him. But let me tell you—everything Jim says is true. We took off for Toronto for the weekend and shared a room. Friday night we went out cruising and found this pretty boy alone and doing absolutely nothing. It was obvious the youth was horny. I wanted to see Jim in action, so we made our move. Greg was 19 and had just moved to Toronto from a small town to go to school. He was so scared of AIDS that he’d never done ANYTHING with another guy. So he didn’t even know for sure that he was GAY. You should have seen Jim’s eyes light up when Greg said that, and my cock throbbed. We enticed him back to our room “just to talk.” We had a couple beers as Jim and I reminisced about our sexual escapades, both real and imagined; and Greg’s eyes widened. Of course we never mentioned POZ nor NEG. I had my latest test results in my wallet and showed Greg what they were like. I ad-libbed that we were Lovers and both NEG. With such convincing evidence in-hand, the youth believed me. We talked Greg into having sex, just to see if he were Gay or not. We undressed him and positioned him on the bed. I sucked his dick, while Jim worked his tits and kissed him. When we got his hormones raging, Jim suggested he oughta try something a little more exotic—like getting fucked. Greg agreed to try it once, to see if he were Top or Bottom. “For safety’s sake,” Jim made a show of putting on a condom, sans any lube, and went to work on him. Of course, with a dry rubber, the lad was too tight; and, in disgust, Jim yanked it off, and lubed his naked pole. Even so, the kid let out some yelps before Jim fully penetrated him. I applauded both of them when Jim seeded him—and congratulated Greg on graduating to the Big Time, the Big Time being the World of POZ, though I didn’t use those words. We had a couple more beers and Greg asked if he could come back the next night. We weren’t expecting him, when he called up from the Lobby. We did a repeat number, and Jim and I both plowed him. Greg was really getting into it and asked for one more fuck. Sunday afternoon and evening Jim screwed Greg twice more—for 4 CHARGED loads. I added my own NEG seed, after that, mainly to work Jim’s POZ jizz into his hole. But we were leaving in the morning, and decided to play the final act remotely. We called Greg a week later, both of us on the line. He was happy as a lark and thanked us profusely for helping him “come out”. He said he’d done a bit of cruising, but always planned on playing safe. "Greg,” Jim said, as scripted, “I’ve got a bit of news. My test results came back today. I’m POSITIVE." There was silence on the line. "You’re kidding me; aren’t cha, guys?." "No, Greg, I'm not. I’m serious." The kid sobbed, “Shit, guys! I was afraid of this! I'm gonna die! How’m I gonna tell my family?" He carried on like that for several minutes; and, on our end, we bust our guts and had to cover up our phones. I said, “Calm down,” that getting POZZED was no big deal; that maybe I’d been POZZED, myself. I didn’t know. Helpful Dan chimed in that now Greg could fuck and whore around with impunity. We phoned again two weeks later to ask how he was doing. Greg said he’d been deathly sick with fever and the flu. The BREEDING concept is so fabulous! Last Sunday I got drunk and fell asleep naked on the bed. My buddy, Jim, who’d also had too much, climbed in beside me. He couldn’t help himself.

I have a regular, kind of a strange guy with a nice 7in cock. He doesn't want to consider himself bi or gay, so he wants to pay me for sucking his cock! $1 each time. Whatever works. ( I keep the $1 in a jar, $22 total so far) I blow him twice each visit. First time he cums really quick, blows a big load. Then he relaxes, watching hetero porn with me between his legs. This morning, I was working his cock, he a tablet in his hands watching porn. I think the tablet helps him deny it's a fag sucking his cock. He had already cum once, and was nearing his second when we heard a voice. His roommate had come home! Lots of discussion of is he a fag, does he likes guys! Eventually the roommate accepts the explanation of it's just getting head, not gay. And then asks if I want to suck his cock too! They're too nervous to be in the same room together and let a fag suck their cocks! So, I finish my regular, it takes a bit to get him hard again, but he eventually blows a nice load in my mouth. Then I wander down the hall and find the roommate. Nude in a chair, in front of a desk top computer, alternating between porn and Chaturbate. I drop to my knees and start sucking his cock, nice cock with a huge head. Doesn't take a minute before he pops a nice load in my mouth. Sweet! I hope if this keeps going, blowing both roommates, that they can get being in the same room together, letting me suck both their cocks!

found it!

Like everyone else, It'll be so much easier to show than tell

I work nights but sometimes I'm able to leave early. Last night was one of those occasions and as the local bookstore doesn't close until 3, leaving at 12 gave me almost 3 hours to play. It turned out to be a disappointing trip though, as too many people were talking and noone was doing much. I had only got to suck on 3 cocks and take one load onto my tongue. At close, as people were leaving, someone threw a used condom into the booth that I was occupying. Now many people might get pissed if they experienced that. Not this pig. I thought it was hot that at least one person there knew what I am. A cum addicted slut that can't let cum go to waste. I picked it up and sucked it inside out to harvest every little drop I could. That's the last load I got as I picked it up and drained the cum out of it with a smile on my face.

I sucked my first cock when I was 13 with a much older man, but I was completely fascinated with the idea at around 8 yo. I would have eagerly sucked a cock at that age had the opportunity presented itself. Guess I didn’t have enough men of questionable moral values in my life when I was young! 😀

Fap fap fap 💦

My cousins dog was licking my little weiner and it went off, he enjoyed it and so did I, I let him lick my mouth out , don't know if anyone reading this has had a dog lick your mouth out, but its so hot and their tongue is so long, licking on my tonsils is hot, and yes was a "cock" er spaniel, lol

Same for me. And what made it hotter was he had a massive cock and I also switched off on a few other cocks. But the feeling of a bunch of horny men circle jerking to me sucking this huge thick cut tool was so fucking hot

Yuuuuummmmmm Fucking hot! Love to see more!

public breeding is hot AF and when a bottom is pounded senseless fuck yeah!

In Europe at least 90% of the facility isn't steam, sauna or gym areas. There are private cubicles and large group rooms (or even whole floors) usually dimly lit. All for action away from the steam. And as guys are already stripped with just towels then they are ready to play 🙂 😎 😛

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

I too love cock. my favorite is 8 to 9", cut, very little or no hair. I really like one that it's glans swells up large. But of course I will take any.

FUCK yeah ☣️

Part 24 After taking four big hits from the pipe one after the other at Kevin's urging, Jeremy had handed the pipe and lighter to Kevin as he licked and kissed his way down Kevin's hard muscular body. He worked on both nips with his lips and teeth, making them stand up hard from Kevin's chest, then made his way down until his full lips were pressed firmly against the packed front of Kevin's jockstrap. Both of them were moaning as they felt the power of the tina take over and heighten their senses and hungers. My moans were matching theirs as Drew and Ryan and I watched it all on the screen, Drew playing with my nips and Ryan fondling my full balls. “Such a hot mouth!” we heard Kevin say, pressing a hand against the back of Jeremy's head. “You like that hard daddy dick don't you boy?” Jeremy, eagerly slurping up and down on Kevin's long shaft, mumbled around the tool and nodded his head. “You like it in both of your boy holes, don't you son?” Kevin asked seductively. This time Jeremy came up off of Kevin's meat and wrapping his fist around it he looked into Kevin's face and said, “Hell yeah I do Daddy! In my mouth and in my ass! Will you fuck me Daddy? Please?!!” he begged. Kevin chuckled and, looking at me through the camera lens, he asked Jeremy, “Is that what you want son? Do you want your daddy to fuck your ass and cum in you?” I groaned and grabbed my cock tighter hearing this and waited for Jeremy's response. It came almost immediately. “Yes, sir! I want my daddy to fuck me and breed me with his cum!” Wordlessly, Ryan removed my hand from my dick to prevent me from cumming too soon. Kevin instructed Jeremy to get on his knees on the couch with his head resting on the armrest and his ass up in the air. With my son in position Kevin walked in front of him and gave him the pipe and lighter. “Take a couple more hits, son. Daddy wants you good and tweaked when he slides his big cock inside you.” Jeremy wasted no time heating up the rocks in the bowl and beginning to inhale, while at the same time Kevin moved and got on the couch behind him, raising his ass up a little higher. “What a damn sweet pucker son! I can't wait to fuck it again but first I have to taste it,” and saying that he lowered his face to Jeremy's hole and began running his tongue around and inside it. Jeremy cried out in ecstasy feeling that tongue enter him, and I knew very well the pleasure he was feeling. “Oh gawd yes, Daddy! Eat my hole! Feels so fucking good!” Kevin grabbed Jeremy's asscheeks and spread them wider and intensified his oral attack on Jeremy's hole. Not even wanting to blink so I didn't miss anything, my eyes filled with the live sex show involving my own son, I heard Ryan say from beside me, “Time for me to join in,” and a moment later I saw him on the computer screen as he entered the living room and stood in front of Jeremy. “Hey there, little brother,” he said and Jeremy raised his head and opened his eyes, grinning at Ryan. “Hi!” he answered. “Having fun?” Ryan asked, taking the pipe from Jeremy's hand and heating it's contents. “Oh yeah! So much fun!” Ryan fed Jeremy the pipe and Drew and I watched him take a deep draw into his lungs. Kevin looked up from the ass he'd been tonguing, his face smeared with sweat and spit, and grinned at Ryan. “Glad you're here man,” he said to Ryan. “You can help me spit-roast this horny boy.” “I'm ready,” Ryan replied then looked down at Jeremy. “You want that? You want us to give you dick in both of your holes at the same time dude?” Jeremy blew out another cloud and gave them the answer we all expected. “Hell yeah! Give me both your cocks! Yours down my throat and Daddy Kevin's in my ass! I need it so much!” Ryan took the pipe from Jeremy and laid it on the table. Turning back to Kevin he asked, “Are you ready?” “Fuck yeah!” Kevin said as he scooted into position and slowly ran his thick manhood up and down Jeremy's wet crack. Ryan reached over and grabbed the bottle of poppers and handed them to Jeremy. “You know what to do dude,” he said. “Take a couple of deep hits in each nostril then open wide.” I watched as Jeremy hit the brown bottle twice on both sides then obediently opened his mouth. Ryan stepped closer and I watched as his wide cock slid easily into my son's throat. At the same time Kevin said, “Daddy's going to fuck you now, son,” and proceeded to press his hips forward moving his bare meat into Jeremy's 19-year-old ass. Jeremy moaned in lust and heat as he felt himself filled at both ends with cock. “Aw fuck yeah!” I whispered as I watched. “Fuck him! Fuck my son and fill him with cum!” (to be continued)

I started my career young, so I. An retire young. My mother was born in Italy so I'm applying for an Italian/EU passport so I can live in Europe if I want to for the next phase of my life.

Got stretched by a older guy. #hotassplay

Fuuuuuuuuck that's hot

I needed money. After finishing high school, I tried to hold down a couple normal jobs, at fast food places and the like. It just wasn't for me though. I can't stand routine. So I looked into alternative ways to make money. Online searches pointed me in one clear direction; I should make an Onlyfans. I always had guys staring at me. I literally could not go to the mall alone without guys clearly staring at my chest, ass, and god forbid I sit down in a skirt. I knew there were tons of creeps who liked me, so why not make a quick buck off of them? I started innocent enough, only showing clothed pictures. They were mostly skin tight things, and soon I put up a few shots of bikinis. Guys were clambering to buy my pics, and soon they were messaging me too. I'd get things like 'FUCK you're sexy' or 'Jesus I want to pound you', and the most common 'How much can I pay to see that pussy?' I had told myself I wasn't going to post any nudes, as I didn't want my face to get out there, but some of these guys were offering $100 for each pic, and I was lucky to get five bucks off the bikini pics. I tried to tell them no, and instead go further into kinky texting with them, but that just made them want it further. I now had a couple dozen guys promising me cash for nudes. Eventually I decided 'fuck it, my family isn't going to see me anyway.' and I took put up some nudes. Within days, I had made thousands. More money than I'd had in my whole life. This was the beginning of an addiction. Over the next several months, I got good. I knew exactly what to say to make a guy cum. I had practice with all my guys fetishes, and I was starting to develop some of my own. Even when I was away from home I kept my phone on me. I'd be riding on the bus while 8 guys were texting me what they wanted to do to my body. I had gotten so used to it, I don't think I could have lived without it. I needed these guys constant affirmation, and also their denigration. Past that, I also needed their money. I had gotten used to being able to buy whatever I wanted, and I sure as shit wasn't going back to the life of a poor young woman. My life started to change after a single event in a lingerie store. I had started to frequent this place to find more outfits for my fans. As I was browsing, I noticed this guy had entered, and was staring straight at me. I kept browsing, pretending not to notice. It was extremely creepy, but I also like the attention. Have I mentioned how I need guys constantly fawning over me? A few seconds later I look back, and he's still staring. Good, let him stare. I decide to bend over to view something on a lower shelf, which not-so-subtly lifted up the back of my skirt. I turn my head slightly to see if he's watching, and he is... coming over. He is literally walking over to me. I stand up straight. I was used to guys staring at me, and they'd often cat call me, but an actual conversation? I had spent so long texting, I didn't even know if I could hold a conversation in real life. Even in the occasional videos I made, they were always one way, where I'd talk to the camera. I tried to go back to browsing, hoping he'd walk past; but no luck. He walked straight up to me. "It's me, Dan, we chat all the time online.' I recognized him now. Not from his face, I have no idea what his face looks like as he only ever sent dick pics, but I only texted a few guys named Dan, and only one was a ginger. I hadn't ever seen an actual fan in real life. I have dozens of hardcore big spenders; even with that, the country is big, what are the chances any of them would live near me? "Oh, Dan, nice to see you." "Hey, you know this place has a back, right? How about you and I go over and do all those things we always talk about?" Dan asked. This was a definite no for me. My big secret was that I hadn't actually done anything with a guy, ever. I had gotten kind of good at pretending to give blow jobs, as I often had to suck a dildo in videos for guys, but I hadn't actually ever done that before. Also, Dan was a little crusty, and old. I tried to let him down easy. "No Thanks, I tend to get the most enjoyment from sexting." Dan was indefatigable. He said "Oh I know what you mean. I never cum from in person encounters." "Never?" I asked, skeptically. "A guy like you must get a ton of girls," (this was a lie) "and I'm sure you cum for some of them." "Nope" Dan replied. "I bet even you couldn't make me cum in real life." I tried to get him to back down by stepping forward so my lips were only an inch away from his face, then grabbing his crotch area. I could feel his raging boner. "Nope, not even you." Dan said. This fucking liar. "fine, lets go." I yanked him by his collar in the direction of the backrooms. I had never been, and I was surprised at how incredibly disgusting it was. Everything looked oily, like it was covered in an almost imperceptibly thin layer of bodily fluid. Unfortunately for me, I fucking loved being near other peoples bodily fluids. I pulled Dan into a room, shut the door, and immediately pulled down his pants. I was normally the sub in these fantasies, but this guy had pissed me off AND made me horny. I needed this cum. I pulled a bottle of lube out of my purse, worked it through my hands, and started going to town. I was trying to do get him to cum with the least amount of effort, as I didn't want to lose my BJ virginity, or worse, on something like this. Dan said "oh yeah, that feels good. But I'm going to need more than that." he started to reach for my skirt, but no, he didn't deserve that yet. I grabbed his hand and put it on my tit instead, then started passionately kissing his face. He smelt as bad as he looked, but I needed this man to cum. His breathing started getting louder and louder for a bit, but then it started coming down again. Fuck, I was losing him. I decided I had no choice now. I knelt down on the ground, grasped his prick with both hands (guys like it when it seems like you're struggling with the size of their member) and I started sucking. It was slow at first, only managing to get the head into my mouth, but as I got used to the taste I started pushing it further down my throat. After a few minutes, I had worked the whole thing in and I was starting to make the motions; up and down, while sucking and using my tongue liberally. Dan put one hand on the back of my head, holding me down. I could barely breathe, but I was so turned on by his dominance finally coming out. With my head so low though, I was at an odd angle to keep kneeling, so I had to stand my feet up and lean over to get a better angle. When I did so, Dan's other hand came in, grabbed me by a leg, and pulled my ass to him. He then reached his hand under my skirt and started feeling around my panties. "Fuck your wet." Dan said. 'Fuck me' I thought he's found my secret. "If you don't make me cum with your lips, you know what we'll have to use next?" He said, as he slid on finger under my panties. Fuck. I did not want to lose my virginity here. I started sucking faster, giving all my tongue and my hands into this blowjob. Dan stuck his second finger under my panties and started fingering my pussy. I let out a loud moan as he did. Without meaning, his prick somehow slipped even further into my throat so I was full-on deepthroating him. I couldn't even breath as he is rapidly sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy while his other hand is still slamming me down on his cock. Finally, I feel him expand. I know what that means. I let out a moan of ecstasy as he explodes in my mouth. I relish ever drop of that delicious, salty victory. "God damn. That was so fucking hot." Dan said, sliding back in his seat. He looked dead from the experience. I stand up, satisfied in myself, though also extremely horny. I can satisfy myself though, as normal. I move to leave, and I notice Dan's bag by the door. It was positioned on the only other chair, and oddly, his phone seemed to be popping out of the top. I look behind me; Dan literally looks like he passed out. I decide to take a peak and I pull out his phone. As I turn it around, I realize the camera is on. This mother fucker was recording the whole thing. What the fuck?!? Well fuck him if he thinks he can record me for his own profit. I quickly send the video to me, then delete it from his phone and leave. On the ride home, I find a spot in the back of the bus and watch the video. It is so fucking hot. I could barely keep from masturbating right there on the bus. Somehow, I make it home and do my business. Afterwards, I get to thinking though, this is high quality content. People routinely paid for videos where I was only masturbating, but where I actually gave a BJ? This could be worth a shit ton. I told some of my regulars the whole story and asked what the video was worth. From their replies, I gathered that it was worth a freaking lot. I set the price at $1,000, and within an hour I had a cool extra $30k in my bank. Just to be clear, that is $30,000. Like, I've earned more than that overall, but it normally took at least a few weeks to get that much. In one night? It was insanity. And more than that, one topic kept coming back from my regulars. They loved the blow job, but they really loved the whole idea of it. This guy, fighting not to cum, and if he can actually manage, he gets further with me? Even if I don't want them to get further/ It was hot. Guys loved it. Guys were willing to pay more for it. That started my next big plan. I gave my city (which I won't give here) and I told guys to send a pic and sign up if they wanted to take a chance. It wasn't prostitution, because I wasn't charging them; I was going to make money off the video sales. Obviously, many, many guys signed up. A lot of them sent pics, and most of these guys actually looked like of hot. Like they were fit, toned, and they probably thought that was what I was looking for. Unfortunately for them, I figured that good looking guys are probably also more experienced and therefore, can last much longer. I was afraid if they lasted too long, I might have to do something I didn't want to do. Something risky. So I was looking for the least attractive. The ones that were crusty and maybe old too. It helped that I had a huge fetish for nasty men. After looking through the pics of the uglier ones, I decided on this one guy. He was black, a little older, and he looked extremely thin. Like you could see way too many of his bones. He also seemed to have a few of these weird little black marks on his body. He would do nicely. I sent him a message, and we settled on a date and decided to do it in this dank motel nearby. I realized this could be putting myself in a bad situation though, as it is even less public than the lingerie store; if he tried to force me to do things, I didn't think I could stop him. I figured out how to get around this though; instead of making the video, then selling it later, I would make it a live stream. That way, if he tried to assault me against my will, my fans could call someone to help. The day of the event was only a few days later. I got there early, to set up. I opened my live stream to look at ticket sales. I had a good 30 people watching, each for $1,000 each! God I love money. I felt kind of bad though, as I was probably going to make this guy cum in 30 seconds. It wouldn't be nearly as good as the last one. I didn't have long to ponder this, as the guy finally showed up. I asked his name, but he said I should just call him 'Tim', and he made it seem like that wasn't his real name. He had this thick accent, so I assumed he was from somewhere in Africa. I asked "Okay, Tim, would you like get down to business?" Tim said "First, you sure you can make me cum?" "You like girls?" I reply "Yes." "Then Yes, I can make you cum." I said. "And that will be quickly, yes? Before we get to the sex? I do not want to put my babies in you." This was an odd line of questioning, but I answered "Don't worry, while I'm not on birth control, I assure you it won't get that far." I had brought condoms anyway, just in case it did of course. "Oh good, but birth control wouldn't protect me from all my babies anyway." I tilted my head at him, confused. He leaned forward to clarify: "You see, I have AIDS." I stood up abruptly. I was trying to think of a reply, of a way to get out of this, but I couldn't think quickly enough. He just looked at me and said "You said you would make me cum. You promised, even. Since you can't get my disease from a hand-job, why not try that? Surely there is no harm in it?" I looked at the laptop, behind which were dozens of guys who had paid to watch this, and to whom I would have to refund if I didn't go through with it. I decided fine, I would give him a hand job, as that was safe, then I'd be done with it. I motioned him to the bed. I was wearing a loose pink skirt with a tight pink top that accentuated by breasts. Tim took off his pants and underwear, then laid on the bed next to me. I got out a bit of lube and started stroking his dick. It was surprisingly large for such a thin man, and I started using two hands to get it all. After a few minutes of stroking, Tim reached over and started fondling my breasts. He was still outside the shirt, but when he tried to go in I swatted his hand away. He said "Come on, you want me to come faster or not?" which was sound logic, so I moved my hand back to his prick and he reached inside my shirt. Within seconds he was groping my tits. He had this way of moving his finger around my nipple that actually seemed, stimulating? I moaned a little. It was at that moment that I had a realization: I was incredibly horny. I thought it was fear before, and it was, but that fear had collected itself and somehow moved directly into my pussy which was SOPPING wet. I started getting more into the hand job, actually enjoying it now. "Come on, suck it." Tim said. But I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to risk any of his toxic cum in my body, even my mouth. "No." I said "You can make due with this." "Well at least get closer, so you can use more strength." he said, as he pushed my body closer to his dick. As I was looking at it, I knew, I really, really, wanted to suck on it.. But I wasn't stupid, so I didn't. I did get close to it though, to better worship it's glory. As I did so, I inadvertently moved my pussy closer to his face. He saw the opportunity for what it was, and with one hand he grabbed my skirt and he used the other to reach in and move my panties to the side. Within about a second he had several fingers ramming into my pussy as I hunched over his dick. He was not being gentle about it either. It felt like he was cutting my insides, but that made me even hornierrrrrrr. Fuck it, it turns out I am stupid. I thought as I leaned forward and shoved his whole cock in my mouth. I will make this man cum if it is the last thing I do. He kept up the frantic pace with his fingers in my pussy as I kept my tongue and lips working up and down his massive shaft. He was moaning a little, but not as much as he should be. "Come on, why don't we take this further?" he asked. Was this guy crazy? No way was I taking it further. Technically this wasn't even fully safe. Vaginal would be suicide. I didn't reply, I just kept sucking, hoping he'd get there. Instead, he tightened one hand around my leg and used his other to start pulling my panties down my leg. I tried to close my legs, but it was far too late, I was too thin, and they came down easily. God damn it I thought. He better not try to stick it in. I was still on top of him though, so he couldn't easily do that from this position. I decided to keep my mouth on his prick for as long as it took, to make sure he didn't try putting it in other holes. As I was thinking that, he leaned forward and started pulling up my shirt, easing my arms through. When he tried to pull it over my head, it got stuck, as I was still trying to suck him off. I realized the problem though, and decided to stop for the second it took for him to get my shirt around my head. As I stopped sucking though, he pulled my shirt over my head, then grabbed my head and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight, but he was strong and I was weak willed. I thought about yelling out the name of the motel we were at, so the viewers could send help, but fuck he was a good kisser. He moved one hand to massage my breasts, then he moved the other to start massaging my ass, before making it's way to my pussy again. By this point, we were sitting on the bed in a puddle of my making. He stops kissing me and moves his lips onto my neck, where he starts sucking. I go to do the same, but notice those black marks from before. He stopped sucking to say 'I hope you are not off put by my affliction. It is from my AIDS." He reminded me of it so casually, but I had already started viewing it differently. It was dangerous, but it was hot. I still tried to push him away, but he said "hey, hey now. You want me to cum? You know what really makes me cum?" I stop fighting and look at him. "Eating your flower." The way he said flower was 50% sweet, 50% creepy, and 200% hot. I figured that was safe, and apparently it would make him cum, so I accepted. I laid back and spread my legs. He moved his head between my legs and while making eye contact, started his tongue around my pussy lips. He was too good. Not good at hitting the right spots; he was an expert at not hitting the right spots. He spent several minutes circling around, refusing to enter or to touch my clit. I tried moving my body in a way so his tongue hit my G Spots, but he moved his tongue away, intentionally keeping me in suspense. "Please..." I begged "Oh, you see, now you know what it is to have Blue Balls." I finally realized he had done this on purpose. Brought me to the edge, so I couldn't think straight, but he refused to go over. He kept moving his head near my pussy, and I was following his mouth with my hips, trying to give him the right angle so he could dive his tongue back in, but he didn't. Instead, he slowly crawled up to meet my lips with his own. He kissed me and started stroking my hair. At this point i noticed two things: First, his mouth seemed to have blood in it. Was that from me? Second. his dick was now only inches away from my pussy. He said "You know, there is a way we can cure both our blue balls..." "I don't want AIDS. Or any babies. Please?" "Don't condoms protect against all babies?" I figured that was true. They aren't perfect protection, but also, FUCK. I NEED THAT DICK. I reached behind the bed and pulled out a condom. He unwrapped it and put it on, then slid inside of me. My GOD did it feel good. I had never felt anything besides a dildo and that had nothing on the real deal. I started moaning loudly. I was so ready to cum. After he was in, and I was moaning like a cat in heat, I expected him to pick up the pace and start railing me, but he didn't. He started extremely slow. At first, I thought this was a sweet thing, to make sure I was ready, but after a significant period of time, he still hadn't picked up pace. I started trying to pull him up and fuck me faster. I tried to move my body down to increase the friction, but he wouldn't budge; and he kept me still. He said "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes" I begged. "Well there is one other thing that would help." "Anything, as long as you keep the condom on." I replied. "Okay, well I have a fetish. I like to be in control. Complete control." He got off me, and I felt a void as his dick left my pussy. He reached down into his bag, and he brought out a couple pairs of handcuffs and a blindfold. "No." I said, flatly. "I'm not stupid." "Oh okay, well that is good for you. I'll just leave them here in case you change your mind." Tim said, as he placed them next to me on the bed. He then got on top of me again, and slowly started teasing his dick into my hole. I started moaning ravenously, edging him onwards. I needed him to enter me now. All of him. I started begging "please. please. fuck me." "Oh, you want me to fuck you, well first, lets try these." He picked up the blindfolds had placed beside me and he moved to place them over my head. I didn't stop him. I could always take them off if I needed. As soon as they were on, the world went dark, and he finally fully entered me. Oh god he entered me. I felt his dick hitting spots I didn't know I had. He started slow at first, but started getting a little faster. As he did, I started moaning harder and harder; I could feel myself building towards an orgasm. I couldn't see or hear anything outside of this orgasmic lust as he started hammering me. Then I hear a click and I feel something close around my wrists. I move to remove the blindfold, but whatever is holding my wrists is too strong and my hands are pulled to the side of the headboard. I realize too late they're his handcuffs, and my hands are firmly trapped on either side of me. I yell out the motel name, and ask someone to come get me. Tim says "I don't know if that was a good idea..." he then pokes his penis back inside me. "besides which, I don't think it will matter at this point." His penis feels AMAZING. Like, it had felt good before, but now I can feel it's heat, I can feel my skin vibrate with the friction as he comes in and out. I start moaning, but then I realize why; he wasn't wearing a condom. "Wait," I gasp, breathless from the pleasure. "Please... condom..." "No." Tim replied. "It's far too late for that. You're a slut forever now." Tim finally picked up his pace as he started hammering my pussy. I tried to close my legs, but it was of no use, I was too weak and far too wet. I started screaming in pleasure. I could feel an orgasm coming. He started choking me. He said "No bitch, you don't cum until I do." but that just drove me crazy. He went into overdrive, thrusting his bare cock into me. I begged one last time "Please don't give me AIDS!" but his breath was ragged now. Between grunts he said "Oh no bitch, I've got a crazy high viral load, and your insides are all torn up. You're a goner for sure." At that, my body went into a wild orgasm. I started screaming in pleasure. Tim went into overdrive, thrusting his bare cock into me. I felt it expand, then Time left out a huge moan as he exploded inside me. I felt squirt after squirt of his poisonous cum coating my insides. I couldn't say anything for at least another 30 seconds though, as I was waiting for my own orgasm to subside. Finally, Tim pulled out of me and crawled off. When he did, all I felt was the emptiness. Fuck, did I want him back already? As if on command, I felt him return. "Hey baby." He said, except, there was no accent now. I couldn't tell before because of the blindfold, but this wasn't Tim. I panicked and tried to get out again, but this time I heard Tim's voice to the side. He said "I told you, you shouldn't have told them the name of the motel. Now they will show up and expect a turn. You did not really think they cared about your safety, did you/" The new guy already had his prick out and slid it into me, bare. "Nah bitch, I told you over text, you're a cock sleeve. Now you finally learn your place." The new guy started fucking me like Tim, hard and fast. After only a few minutes, he came inside me. Within seconds, someone else had taken his place. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was supposed to be safe? And now I had some 30 guys cumming in me in one night? I was almost certainly pregnant, with HIV, and some number of other STD's. Dear God, what have I done? At some point in the night I passed out. The next morning, I woke up and realized my hands were free. I pulled off the blindfold, but everyone had left. My laptop was still recording the live stream. I could see myself on the screen approaching it. I was covered in semen and blood. I closed the stream and considered what to do next. I wasn't sure how to feel. It was orgasmic, painful, terrifying, and somehow, I wanted it to happen again? I didn't know how to feel. I didn't get a chance either. Two days later, my mother called. One of my 'regulars' had sent my whole family the video. I hung up. I don't know what to think of that. A couple weeks later, I got the worst flu of my life. I then tested positive for HIV, and several other things. The night had probably ruined my life, but god was it fun, maybe even, freeing?

It was not long before a dick slid through. It was long and black. I lifted it and began to suck his dick. He got hard quickly and then tapped the wall with his fist. I kept sucking and he did it again, the door that was locked opened and the man said, when he hits the wall, he I ready for your ass. The lube is on the wall. I could see it now; I grabbed some as he locked the door and lubed up that big dick and my hole and eased his dick inside me. He fucked me so good, it felt amazing. The light from the other hole went dark, I reached out and another huge soft dick was hanging there. I lifted and started to suck the guy; I think he was black also. He was even bigger than the guy fucking me. Five more minutes and the dick in my ass shoved in and pulsed as the guy behind the wall said great pussy as he slide out of my hole. Just a minute later the guy I was sucking knocked on the wall. I lubed him up and turned around backed on his even bigger dick. He fucked me and called my names like a fucking cock whore, dirty fucking slut, and white whore. He lasted ten minutes and shot his load inside me. He pulled out and I was just getting ready for my next when the door opened and a man said, boy time to take you back to your room. I was so horny, I needed more. He walked me back to the room, I rubbed his bulge once in the room, got on my knees as I unzipped his pants, and fished out a beautiful dick. He let me suck him for fifteen minutes before he shot in my mouth. He pulled out, tucked his dick back in his pants, and told me he would be back in two hours. The ads will have been posted and your two reviews will be up. The guys said you were worth every penny. If you fuck like you suck dick, I must agree with them. You must earn your keep here; you can stay if you put out. Do you understand boy? I told him I did. He then turned and locked the deadbolt. I tried to open the door, but I couldn’t the windows were screwed shut. I tried the TV, but I was so wired I could not watch it. In an hour the man came back. He pushed me over on the bed and I thought he was going to fuck me but instead he slide some tina up my hole and made me drink some juice from a straw. He led me back to the box and locked the door. I serviced ten more BBCs. Some are bigger than 10”. He once again led me upstairs but this time he pulled out his cock and texted someone else. I began to suck his cock and a few minutes later this young Middle Eastern guy walked in. He had to only be mid 20’s The guy I was sucking pulled me up and turned me around. He then pushed me onto the bed. The Middle Eastern boy came up and pulled my shorts down and dove into my ass and began to eat my cum filled hole. The kid ate me for ten minutes, and the guy who was my handler said OKAY you hot it. Ready to fuck that hole? I heard the young guy’s pants drop and his belt hit the floor. My handler said that is a crazy fat dick. I cannot believe it. I felt the young guy press some lube on my hole, then lubed up his dick and pressed it. My handler got on the bed and fed me his cock again, he whispered. Boy, you are going to take so you might as well do it on the first try. Don’t make me tie you down. I thought I have been fisted so this should be no problem. The Arab kid grabbed my hips and pulled my hips back, his dick still just at my hole. He pulled me to the left and to the right and he started to go inside me a little. Fuck it hurt, he pulled more as he pushed, and another inch went inside. I pulled off my handler’s dick, Stop I can’t please stop. The assault continued, and more and more of his fucking fat dick went inside me. I began to shake and sweat as he pressed more and more inside me. He finally got all the way inside. That is when my handler placed the ball gag in my mouth. He whispered in my ear that that was the easy part. The Arab guy pushed me down, the handler tied my hand to the bed and the kid pulled his dick out and shaved it back inside me. I screamed into the ball gag my handler just laughed. You are fucking whore. Just a whore for a huge cock. I was crying and pressing my body forward, but it did not help. He fucked me like this for ten minutes and shot his load as he pressed deep in me and shook violently. He collapsed on my back to catch his breath. His dick just pulsed inside me. That started to feel good. He spoke in Arabic and spit on the back of my head as he slowly pulled out once he started to go soft. He handed the handler a wad of cash and spoke. You know how hard it is to find a whore who can take me. I will text you when I need to nut again. The handler unfastened the ball gag and unfastened me. He gruffly said, this never happened. You will be hurt severely if anyone finds out you are whore out on the side. The last boy disappeared. My handler left, locking the door. I could hardly move, and I fell asleep crying, my ass hole throbbed. I hoped it would close but when I felt it, it was wide open.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): John Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 304 238-6830 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): 26003 Times you're generally not available: n/a Age: 56 Height: 5 11 Weight: 180

THE ONLY REASON I ASK.... I KNOW HOW HOTT THE SEXXX WILL B!! POSITIVE GUYS TURN US ALL ON....ONLY A FEW FOLLOW THEIR DEZIREZ... THEY ARE TRULY REWARDED SEXUALLY!!!!

I wish I was Brian so I could get booty bumps without knowing first and end up being gangbanged right next to the rugby butt I had just unloaded inside!