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The following story is a true recollection of events which actually happened 2 weeks ago. If I’m honest, it’s taken a couple of weeks to sort everything out in my head. It was an epic session and it pushed me way beyond what limits I thought I had. To set the scene, it was 2 days after my 44th birthday. I’m a slightly chubby(ish) middle aged bottom, with dreams of being used as a cumdump. I live in a sleepy little town somewhere on continental Europe, where there is no action for miles and miles around me. I’m in a long term relationship with a woman, but we stopped having sex 4 years ago when she hit the menopause. I’m on prep, but given that I’m in a dead bedroom, there’s zero chance of passing anything on to her. I’ve always been bi, and have always found getting fucked by guys way more fun that sex with women. I was visiting friends in London, and a fuck bud hit me up. He knows about my situation, knew it was my birthday, and wanted to know if I fancied a birthday gangbang. Who was I to say no? He’s also the only guy I’ve ever done chems with, having been the first guy to ever offer me G&T. As long as I pulled out my phone every now and again to check MS Teams, work would think I’m online but in meetings, so the next day (Friday), I rocked up to his around lunchtime. He welcomed me into his place, and we went through to the living room to have a drink and a chill before everything started. As I entered the room I was greeted by the site of another slim, hairless guy in just his pants (we’ll call him A) but with a massive bulge in his pants. I could immediately tell that this was going to be a strenuous day for me. A was on the phone arranging some business, but we waved at me to say hi as my friend took me out to the balcony for a smoke. Turns out that A was a dealer and had brought a crap ton of party supplies for us. My mate and I sparked up some cigarettes, and he apologised to me, that somethings had come up, and whilst there would be a procession of guys to dump loads in me, some of them couldn’t get out of work at the same time, so it would be a staggered experience. I was just grateful that my friend had managed to put together anything at all. A finished his call and we went to the sofa. I stripped down to my jock strap and we all sat on the sofa. We all had a shot of G, and then the pipe came out. We started blowing clouds and catching up/got to know each other. I told A that this only my 3rd time on chems, and to be honest whilst it was fun, I never really the experiences that I’ve read about on here. Yeah I was relaxed, and there was a strong desire to get fucked, but it had always been less than I’d expected. My friend hates needles, and had asked that we don’t slam in his flat, but everything else was fair game. A asked if I’d ever had a booty bump, and I said yes, but as my friend is top, and only really smokes it, we didn’t really know what we were doing, and we’re probably far more conservative with the stuff that necessary. A’s eyes lit up and he started smiling. He said that he had to pop out for an hour, but when he got back he’d mix some bumps for me that I should appreciate. A headed out and my friend and I went to the bedroom. He put some porn on and I devoured his 8 inch cock. Turns out he was the smallest cock of the day. We alternated between blowing clouds and then sucking his dick. Eventually he laid me on my back with my legs in the air. I braced myself for the initial pain/discomfort that normally comes when the first dick goes in, only this time he just slipped in. The G&T clearly helped. Over the next hour my mate had me in multiple positions. He really went to town on me and I was loving just being his fuckhole. In the distance I heard the front door open and A calling out that he was back, then my friend asked me if I was ready for my first load of the day. I was on my knees and started squeezing was what left of my anal muscles on his cock as unleashed the contents of his balls into me. We laid back on the bed recovering for a moment, then he handed me the pipe and said he was going to see what A was up to. I just laid on the bed for a while, toking on the pipe and watching porn whilst feeling then cum slowly drip out of me. My mate reappeared carrying a small tray with 3 syringes filled with liquid. The booty bumps had finally appeared. He administered the first one and asked me if I was ready for round 2. We went into the living room to see A back in his pants, and that he’d brought another guy with him (who we shall call B, because I’m imaginative). B was naked and stroking a massive cock which at half mast was already getting on for 9 inches. As it was the only exposed cock, I quickly got on my knees in from of B and started giving him a friendly “hello” blowjob. As his cock grew in my mouth I began to really hope that the chems would kick in soon, as otherwise I was in serious trouble. I sat up on the sofa as we did another round of hellos. It was over an hour since the last G so we did another shot with B. A asked me if I was having fun before pulling his own cock out. It was a thick beast, and I couldn’t help myself. I got on my knees and started sucking it for a good 5 minutes. They then told me to get on my knees on the corner of the L shaped sofa. A and B started pushing their fingers inside me, commenting on how wet I was and that my friend must have shot a huge load in me. A leans over the sofa and puts the pipe in my mouth. B is standing behind me, slapping his dick over my hole. Then he slides himself in. I thought he was going to be gentle after the first couple of strokes, but he then started testing if I could take a pounding of not, alternating between hard and fast, deep strokes, and slower stokes going the full length of his cock. For anybody keeping count of time, it’s about 20/25 minutes since the booty bump. My first proper booty bump with what I later found out was 0.2g of T. A wave just washed over me. A rush that I’d never had before. Concentration on anything other than the cock inside me was impossible. I also began sweating like I was in a sauna. Getting words out was impossible. A and B knew exactly what was going on, as they were watching the physical change in me. I then started pushing my arse back into B’s cock. The harder he fucked, the more I slammed myself into him. I started clenching my ring around his cock, trying to milk it for that creamy goodness. A offered me the pipe, but I was so damn high I began to worry about having had too much. I just buried my head into the cushions and let whatever was going to happen to me take place. B pulled out and A slammed his cock into me. This wasn’t just a forceful entry, this was a full on slam fuck. He was brutal. No mercy, just slamming into my hole as hard and as fast as he could. It didn’t hurt. The small part of my brain that wasn’t high and was just watching me with curiosity was amazed that whilst I was moaning, groaning and begging for more cock, my body was registering the feeling as just an extreme fuck, but it was not painful at all. Or at least, the sensations were not registering the feelings as pain. I do not know how long he was fucking me for. Time was an abstract concept. I do remember that A called out he was going to cum. He pulled out for moments and then slammed it in to the hilt. I just laid there panting and being a generally sloppy mess. He slapped me on my arse and said “don’t worry, I can cum several times”. A pulled out, and was immediately replaced by B who wasn’t going to be outdone by A. This next slam fuck actually left me with a slightly bruised arse. It was insane what he was doing. This isn’t hyperbole, I’ve seen the video they made. I honestly can’t believe that not only was I taking it in my stride, but I was asking for more. Again, after an unknown amount of time B let out a roar and thrust all the way into me. He then pulled out and flopped down on the sofa next to me, still stroking his cock. I just laid there for a moment, panting and trying to make sense of what just happened, but then I leaned over to my left and sucked B clean. I too then flopped down on the sofa (after asking for a towel to catch the cum dripping out of me). A was laughing his head off, asking me how my first “proper” booty bump was. We then all had a bit of a hydration break, smoking cigarettes and chatting. All of a sudden my friend gets a message on his phone. The last 2 guys are on their way. He then showed me a picture of a huge black cock. This was one of the guys on their way. A told me to lift my legs in the air and after fingering my cummy hole for a bit, he pushed the next syringe in and emptied it. I’ll be honest, I was terrified about how I would react to it, but I was also horned up, it passed very quickly. Suddenly, my friend bends me over a stool he has and A quickly slides in. He’s not pounding as hard as before (seeing as it’s been at least an hour now since my last pounding), but it doesn’t take him long to get up to speed. This fuck is just another warm up apparently, and he blows another load inside me working 10 or so minutes (4th load of the day if anybody is counting). B then is right back there again, and he’s still in punishment fuck mode. The T hits hard again, and B blows his load once more. Making good on his promise, A calls out “me again” and dives in. I’m moaning like a bitch, and I’m sweating so much the fabric cover on the stool is soaked. Despite my focus on the cock inside me, I look up at some point to see 2 mountains of black men, naked and both stroking cocks that would normally scare the crap out of me. A blows a load again and the black guys start feeling the cum in my hole as I clean A’s cock. My friend asks if we should move to the bedroom. At this point I’m so spun I just do as I’m told. A and B both say goodbye as they have to go. And I’m then just roughly thrown on the bed and told to get on my knees. At this point, things are becoming a bit of a blur. I couldn’t tell you exactly what order things happened in, but I do know that the next hour or 2 included DP, several loads and one more booty bump. I was asked to put on a mask at one point, and it turns out that half of the fuck with the two bbcs was streamed on a Zoom room (hence the mask). At the end of it, I remember that we all went into the living room and had some food delivered. I was still coming down but I was at least making sense by then. It was remarked upon just how much of a cummy mess I was. All in all, I apparently got 11 loads that evening. I left around midnight, and got an Uber back to where I was staying. The next day was spent with the Godson and his family, trying my very best to hide just how hard the cum down was. Around lunchtime, I got a text from my friend, asking if I would potentially be up for it again that evening. I was….. however that will be another story

I'd say you also need to have a clear policy on phones and cameras. You have to ban them outright or make everyone aware they're permitted. The halfway solution of 'only film if you ask permission first' or 'phone allowed but no photos/videos' never works - someone always tries to get away with a few surreptitious photos or video when they think nobody will notice.

So with that I decided to put his mind at ease for now and confirmed that I thought he was wise, never mix business and pleasure, then I asked if he wanted to stop so he could be considered for the job, or just have some fun. With the puff hitting him he was quick to decide on continuing to have fun and I decided I would try to have my way with him anyway, so I put the pipe to his mouth again and gave him another big lung full, then encouraged the passionate kiss as we shotgunned. My free hand started to explore his body, running down his back and finding his tight bubble butt, then I took the pipe directly again and as I kissed it to him inserted my hand inside his pants discovering a fuzzy little bubble butt... And was pleased when his hands started rubbing my hardening package. I reached for the drawer to my desk again and pulled out a box of little blue pills... Smiled at him and said at my age a little help was needed and that sometimes the puff screwed things up, but this would make sure he got as much of my big cock as he wanted. He looked in the drawer and saw my lube, noting he hadn't ever seen silicone lube before, I explained it felt better and lasted longer, less sticky, then he picked up my open box of condoms... I'm pleased you have some of these he smiled. I grinned back, knowing that the reason the box was open is that I'd tampered with them all just in case a bottom insisted on safe, and agreed I always kept them on hand, need to be safe. I decided to ask him his status and if he was clear, he confirmed yes and when he asked if I was clean I confirmed. I always keep clean, that doesn't mean I'm not hiv poz and undetectable. The puff had brought out every dirty thought... I'm gonna plant my seed in this boy whether or not he wants it. After a couple more good puffs I started talking dirty... Yeah boy you wanna be daddies hot little fag boy cock sucker? Wanna get down between those legs and taste that tool? He eagerly got down on his knees between my legs as I sat in my office chair and rubbed my buldge now staring at it... Lean in and take a deep sniff boy... I instructed as I guided his head down. He happily did so and the moan of pleasure as he breathed out was a real turn on... This boy loves cock and manly scents. You want to unpack it boy? Yes please daddy... A thrill went down my spine with the word daddy and my cock throbbed. I instructed him to undo my belt then the top button, then slowly unzip the fly, then he could reach in and expose my cock, I was going commando today and that paid off as his sounds of amazement at my size and girth stroked my ego and labido. Wow I'm a very lucky boy... He said as I guided his head down, making it clear it was time for him to start sucking my fat tool. His young hot mouth felt so good and eager, he clearly enjoyed it when I took control, so putting aside the pipe, I put both hands on his head and began to push him down further and further. Taking a hold of him, guiding him up and down, each stroke deeper, each stroke more firm. Yeah faggot watch those teeth, suck daddies big cock, good boy, you love it don't you. He moaned in affirmative and I roughly pushed him down until my cock pushed at his throat and he began to gag. Yeah boy gag on that cock. I growled as I thrust his willing head down over and over. I pulled from my drawer some poppers, put them under his nose and barked at him to breath deeply, he did as he was told and I followed telling him to hold it in while I took a sniff, then let him breath out as I began to fuck his face more furiously. This kid was loving it, born little cock worshiping slut. Finally I let him up as he showed signs of being at the edge of panic and as he caught his breath I grabbed the pipe, putting it to his mouth and instructing him to hold it in this time and use my cock to Cork it. Soon enough I was balls deep in his mouth, holding clouds in his lungs and taking him to the edge. Then as I slowly let him up I instructed to breath out slowly, would watch the clouds come out around my shaft, and quickly cork it again, repeating until his lungs were again empty. When I let him up fully his first words were thank you sir. We repeated that a couple more times until I was too damn horny and needed more. Tonight would be a fun night

That was short but very sweet! That's the kind of top I am, usually. I had a nsa cum dump tell me I was his quickest load so far, but he appreciated it because it gave him more time to take more loads. I came back several hours later and gave his cum-dripping pussy another one.

I learned a long time ago, that the size of a dick has nothing to do with the quality of the sex. I’ve had phenomenal sessions with guys with smaller dicks. And have been immensely dissatisfied when fucking with men who are hung huge. It’s all about attitude for me.

Silicone lube is compatible with latex and doesn't degrade it. Read the label... Lawks! We need better sex education!!

never been fucked with a condom before and never plan to. A few times like at a bookstore or somethin a guy has asked if i have a condom but i say no and they just have at it anyway

One of my steady FWB'S is 5-6" and our sex is incredible. Big cocks are great but I've had lousy sex with guys who think their being hung is enough.

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 so envy you in your relationship and bringing this into it. One of the problems with the relationship with my ex- is that we both cheated but wouldn't admit it to each other. And we both loved sex, and on a few occasions had sex with others which was great. But we could never get to that point of just opening up and making it a totally non-love, only sex, group thing. I so wish we had.

I was sucking and being fucked by many in high school from freshman year… including a few dads on friends who knew I was getting fucked at home…

I love sex. With anyone, so long as I get off. Sex with men is easier and nastier. I’m definitely attracted to men more. And I can have an emotional relationship with a man, whereas that’s totally absent in a female. But I love to fuck pussy if her boyfriend or husband watches. Especially if we can lure him into bed.

This is not what happens. Opportunistic infections are called that because they take advantage of the opportunity presented when an individual’s immune system is incapacitated by the virus and unable to defend the body. These infections are types of illness that the body normally has no difficulty beating, but that have a chance due to this window of immune failure. An HIV positive person does not reach a state of Undetectable/Untransmittable until his medication has the virus in his system controlled to the point that it is no longer significantly replicating itself, which allows the body’s immune system to begin to recover. Once that recovery reaches the point at which prophylaxis is no longer required, the danger of opportunistic infection is no longer at issue. HIV isn’t what nearly killed me - opportunistic infections did, namely double pneumonia followed by fungal meningitis. Even after I survived, I still fell prey to some small-time thug opportunistics like candidiasis and molluscum that healthy immune systems swat down easily, but act like bullies when they get the chance. I had to take prophylactic antifungals for months to make sure some random spore didn’t punch my ticket. Once my CD4 count hit 200 again, however, my immune system had recovered enough to stop the prophylactics and stand on its own because it was strong enough to beat the opportunistics. Make no mistake - we’re still immunocompromised, and still at increased risk of getting sick, and getting sicker than we otherwise would have if we were neg with CD4 counts above 500. But as long as a person stays on his meds and stays in a U=U condition, there isn’t a risk of suddenly falling prey to an opportunistic infection. If there were, we’d all have to live in big bubbles.

i believe there are currently two: eagles nest and megaplex. megaplex if a typical cruising spot filled with a variety of people, not just different ages, races, types but also open minded sluts vs people who just wanna watch vs picky people etc sat nites are the most crowded for better or worse. some will get into group scenes but many just want a 1on1 behind closed door in my experience there is currently an over abundance of bottoms lookin to get anon bred multiple times, so if that's your bent be prepared for competition considering the amount of bare cock i've taken there combined w the number of holes ive shoved my cock in its almost shocking i've never caught anything once

I'm 6" on the dot and reasonably thick. While I would rather have 8", I'm not unhappy with what I have. Not a single sex partner has ever complained and I have only received compliments when a comment is made.

Last weekend I fisted a Filipino. I pissed in a glass and ordered him to drink it. I don‘t know if he is into it. It was just my order.

Just got back from vacation with some buddies of mine...all straight but, known them since grade school. This trip had been planned for a while and it definitely geared up to be one hell of a trip! Cancun baby! We arrive and like douche bags my bros are already drinking and chasing pussy, even though two are married and two have GFs. I'm the only single bro and more of wingman for them being more into dick then pussy! So it's about 2am and we're leaving this bar, drunk, and acting like real self entitled assholes. The married guys are the worst and harras anyone in a skirt. As we are walking back we pass a massage shop with a bunch of really cute girls hanging outside and like a flies to a flame the guys start chatting with them and be real pricks ...turns out the girls work there and told the boys they could treat them to rub and a little "extra" if they behave. Well like idiots they all said sure and I asked they guys if they really wanted to do this? They all said fuck yeah and we went inside...now I wasn't gonna pertake but when we entered the room, I noticed the boys would all be in the same room for the massages. So, I thought there is no way my friends are gonna do this now but, if they do, I'm down for it too...they may be assholes but each one was a stud and I wanted to see this! Well the guys bitched but the girls flirted and told them that after they were on the tables that they'd cover their faces with hot towels so they wouldn't see each other getting"massaged "...that sealed the deal. So each got undressed and horseplayed for moment then the girls lead their fishbelly white butts and deep tanned bodies to the tables...I popped a boner immediately of course and noticed that the youngest one in our group was already pointing to the ceiling! Well as we settled in the guys started yanking my chain about being gay and the only thing exciting was seeing them naked. I teased them abit but we all got quiet as the massages began....couple of minutes in to the girls massaging our feet and shoulders I look up and every stud is hard as a rock! I laid back and watched as the girls proceeded to put the towls on my bros faces. As my therapist reached me she patted me and put her finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet and pointed to a chair. Not sure what was going on but, I thought well she knows I'm gay so she's gonna have me sit here to watch...then suddenly in walks these very large men..not attractive at all and I knew immediately what was gonna happen..my Dad had told me about how places like this that would lure in drunk Americans and trick them and have the bouncers jerk them off! The girls leave and the bouncers start jerking off the morons and I am sitting there in a moral delimma with a hard on that could cut glass! I decide to get up and go over to Shad,who had gotten the trip together, and tell him that it's not a petite hot woman with big tits jerking him off but, a very bored bouncer with only goal of getting a good commission from the girls! As I stumbled over(remember we had been drinking) Shad hears me moves the towel see me standing there and then notices the guy flapping his johnson. He's shocked and I whisper I was about to tell him! He looks a me and then the bouncer who has stopped jerking but still hold Shad's cock. Shad lays his head back down and whispers to me "not a fucking word to the boys or anyone" and puts the towel back over his face! I whisper back in his ear that he's in good hands and move the bouncer outta the way and I proceed to blow him and jerk off my very engorged dick! When you could sense the other guys were about to cum,the bouncer I moved a side went to get the girls. Shad proceeded to cum in my mouth and I came on the floor! Shad laid contently and whispered to me that I gave good head! I quickly got dressed as I watched each of my friends cum and the girls come back in and the bouncers leave. I walked out with one of the girls,as the guys got dressed high fiving each other and acting like kings of the world, and I told her my Dad told me of places like this..we should have known better...she told me the girls only do a switch on assholes and didn't want to play dirty to me because they thought I was cute and didn't like how they teased me for being gay..I told her they're my assholes though and they really did accepted me..but thank you! As we all left down the street and the bros had bragged how they had gotten hand jobs and acted like they all had massive dicks, Shad put his arm around my shoulder, winked, and said this trip will be one we talk about when we're old and grey! I whispered aren't you,at least, pissed that those girls tricked yall...he pointed ahead at the guys and said laughing, "Hell no! We are really a bunch of assholes!"

Just around an hour ago, I came back from my fav cruising place. First I met a nice hipster guy with average long, but pretty thick dick who gave me nice load in my mouth. I was craving to have a dick in my pussy, but no real top appeared unfortunately. But, while I was cruising around, I met this guy, by the accent somewhere from very Eastern Europe, aged somewhere between 38 and 55 I'd say...one of those face types where it's so hard to guess. He was apparently a horny bottom and he was quite sexy...in no time I had my dick in his mouth and then he bent in front of me, in apparent need to be fucked. I tried, but unfortunately I went soft immediately. I said sorry to him and went on crusing...I took three or four walks around the park, but nothing. I met two guys while crusing, but they were not interested in me. After around half an hour, I went into some bushes to check If someone's there...nobody though. I just stood there wanking my cock, waiting some time If somebody will appear. Suddenly the Eastern European guy appeared again. As I was wanking for around 10 minutes there, I was pretty hard and decided to givr it a second chance. Not before I forced him to stick his small, but hard cock in my ass for couple minutes. He said that it's his first time ever topping! 🙂 Unfortunately he could not stay hard for too long, but I didn't mind. After I enjoyed a bare random dick in my pussy for at least a moment, my cock was ready to breed. So I did...I stuck my cock in his horny ass and started rough fucking him right from the beginning. He was moaning like crazy, I bet you could hear us outside the park. He was very good bottom, knowing how and when to tighten his ring to drive me to ecstasy. In five minutes or so, I just had to shoot my load right inside his pussy. It was very big load, I could feel how his hole gets filled and my cock was just pulsing and pulsing and pusling...I was surprised and felt proud. On his side, it was a whole different story...after he literally forced me to fuck him bare, he suddenly got crazy about the fact that I gave him my load! I don't like to be rude, so I said sorry and tried to console him a bit. After he said it's OK, I left. While I felt little sad for seeing him so upset, I feel absolutely no guilt of giving him my load. He wanted my bare dick so much and honestly I believe that having a stranger fuck you bare means that you're ready for his load. Are you not? Then get back to riding your dildo...with a condom on! 🙂

I know this probably goes without saying, but there's a slew of other factors to consider for retirement housing, and for gay men they're sometimes not the same as for straight people. For instance: some gay men have children from a previous straight marriage (and some adopt or go through surrogacy), but the vast majority of us don't have kids, and we're not having to think about leaving the next generation "set up" for the future. So an area where housing prices are rising faster than average, or faster than inflation, isn't as big a deal if you're not worried about your kids getting to split the profits from expensive real estate. For another: geography and climate, and I don't just mean climate change. Some people want to be near the beach or ocean, and some people can't stand the sand for more than a day or so. Some of us love mountain vistas, while others want the flatlands and anything more than a slight rise is too much. Some of us can't stand the heat, and some of us can't stand snow and ice. And whatever our preferences are now, those may change by the time we're, say, 75 or more. That's not to downplay factors like politics for the region or the number of potential sex partners. But those aren't the be-all, end-all, do-all of retirement life, either.

the worst sex (and relationship) i've ever had was with a guy that was 9 3/4. seriously had no idea how to use what he had. was just used to being worshipped, which got old real fast. and it never got ROCK hard... always just squishy hard if you know what i mean.

After I breed a bottom, felching, ass to mouth and snowballing is the best way to get a 2nd or 3rd load from me. Piggy bottoms are my weakness.

For sucking I really prefer that size cock. I can deep throat without gagging and make sure the guy is getting the best service ever. when bottoming I do prefer a bigger cock. A 7-1/2 - 8 is perfect for me. My gifter had a BBC about that size and he opened my second hall when balls deep and also thick enough that although I could not feel his nut I could definitely feel his dick expand and pulsate as he unloaded

As I understand it, it was a wing that CLAW had rented(?) This last year, it was not used by CLAW for any classes or demos, but it was open for regular bathhouse play that weekend. It is above the bar. You reach it on the second floor. On the website, there is a picture of a flat, platform sling--that is part of this area. It may well be open most weekends...I tend to only go to Cleveland for CLAW.

Damn this story reminds me of a family holiday I went on to Cuba. I stayed at a hotel with a large group of family and friends. Myself and the other kids were left to our own devices on the beach pretty much every day (I was 19 at the time). I went to the same spot everyday, as I caught this absolute Daddy there, definitely packing as I could see in his Speedos. The first time I saw him I had to rush back to my room to jerk one off. As we were there for 10 days, I spent some time trying to get his attention to see if it would be recipicated... Sure enough, it was... I waited for him to head off to the beach bar where I followed him, he was sat down at the bar and I went straight up next to him, arched my back at the bar, popping my little ass out and leaned against it doing a stupid pouty face lmao. He asked where I was from and we got chatting. I acted a little more camp than usual as I kinda "yeah I'd be your fag" sign. Flirted with him a little and kept staring at his thick package (he was heavily set, but in good shape, easily mid to late 50s but looked after himself). After 2 Pina coladas I simply asked "do you fancy a fuck?". He got up from the stool, said bring your drink and I followed him to his side of the hotel compound. I'll never forget taking his cock, it was thick, vieny and uncut. Looking back I wish he pumped his load in me but it was amazing feeling his thick ropes cover my belly, chest and face after pulling out.

"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. Moan like a slut I did, as if the last vestiges of manhood were leaving my body as we impaled me with his BBC. The more he thrusted and impaled me, the more I sounded like a female porn star. My moans got higher pitched and more fem. My cock was flapping around, semi-hard, slapping against me. You could hear the squelching sounds every time he pumped me. I could a little of his piss leak out every time he pulled out and pushed back in. After 15 minutes of being carry-fucked, he roughly laid me down on the bed. He pulled out completely to survey the damage so far. My hole was battered and bruised and gaping wide. He looked at it saw some red colored liquid leaking out. I could hear a satisfied grunt from him. With that he threw my legs on his shoulders and blasted his monstrous BBC into my bruised and gaping hole. I let out a whorish moan as he slammed his cock into me. He kept whispering in my ear how he was going to impregnate me. How I was going to carry his babies, then I was going to carry his buddies' babies, and so on. I was so turned on and horny, I didn't notice I had cummed hands free. I had a "sissygasm". I had cummed all over my chest and pubic hair. I didn't care at that point, I was in a state of horny bliss as my hole was being pounded into oblivion and my prostate was being pounded as well. "Ooooooooooh fuck yes, my slutty whore of a son. Take it!" Rex moaned. I moaned as he flipped me on my belly and continued to pound me prone bone. Then moved me to all fours and kept on drilling me. "Mmmmmmmm, I am close, son. How do you want to take it? Cowgirl? Reverse cowgirl? Doggy?" he asked in a moan. On my back like a true slut, I responded. At this point, I felt mindbroken by how many orgasms I had. I lost count. Rex deftly flipped me on my back, still balls deep in me, grabbed my hips, and started pounding with reckless abandon. I came again and again as his strokes got more and more harder, faster, and wilder. I moaned loudly. He roared as he pumped a few more times then slid all the way to the base of his monstrous BBC. I came one final time simultaneously, except little dribbles of cum only came out of me. We made out as his cock was still unloading his DNA into me. It was like a bottle of cum was dumped into me. We broke off the kiss and he surveyed his conquest. His cum flowed out of me despite his cock still inside me, tinged with blood. "You are now pregnant with my babies. But I have a surprise for you and your last neg load." All I could was smile giddily and moan whorishly. "Let me make a call..." Rex said as me pulled his BBC out from me. I moaned whorishly again as I watched his call someone. (to be continued in the straight/bi fiction section)

The closest thing I can compare it to is one of the more gonzo Treasure Island films, like the 1000 load fuck or hard cuts 3. But it went so much further. The orgy with Jack, Derek and David, Rentman, Sheriff and Young Trucker made those flicks look like cinemax after dark. And thanks to the impressive work done by David and Derek, we have every single second captured on film, from multiple angles, with lighting that did my boy justice, and a sluttiness in each of us going off the scale. Brian Kinney wishes he could get as piggy, nasty, raunchy, risque, kinky, trashy, slutty as we got that night. And with over 6,000,000 views on pornhub alone, it's safe to say my boy is going to be a star. That's why he's back in LA, Hollywood to be specific. Armed with David's real estate savvy, Derek's native knowledge of the area, and my power of attorney, Jack is looking for a place for us in the Hollywood Hills. I miss him terribly, and I'm counting the days until he flies back home and I can give him a big hug, a bigger kiss, and an enormous load or three. But that's not to say I'm alone right now. Naturally, I'm naked, in bed, hitting the pipe and watching porn with tonight's trick. He's going hit for hit with me, and I'm impressed by his stamina. I've already fucked him three times this week, and tonight he came back for fourths, nevermind the fact that his hole is tender, and very, very beat up from cock. I wish Jack were here right now, I'm thinking, because I'd love to see his face when he walked into the bedroom and saw his best friend getting fucked relentlessly by his dad. *** I've known Teddy since Moses wore short pants. He's alway been a handsome boy, and he's always been Jack's closest friend and confidant. He was holding Jack's hand that afternoon when I walked into the living room and Jack walked out of the closet. I suspected that Teddy might have a crush on jack before either of them knew what a crush was. I never suspected he had a crush on me until about a year ago, when he was helping Jack pack up for college. Teddy came down for some snacks, or so he said, but then he lingered in the kitchen asking questions a toddler would know the answer to. His shirt was off, and I noticed the top button his wrangler cutoffs was undone. “Whatcha cooking sir?” I’ll give Teddy this… His mama and daddy raised him to be one of the most respectful and well mannered individuals I’Ve ever met. “Well, let me see, these appear to be steaks and those brown, potato looking things? I think they’re potatoes. Relax, there’s also a nice crisp salad sitting in the fridge, and I’ll bow to the demands of today’ youth with a vinaigrette instead of my homemade ranch.” I hadn’t intended to set him up for a homerun and yet here he was swinging at the pitch. “I think you’re homemade ranch tastes better than any other ranch out there. I can’t get enough of it, Jack has to check my face and clothes before we leave to make sure I didn’t get any of your… ranch… all over me. Now wouldn’t that be a sight? Me walking out of this house, covered head to toe?” “Teddy, I do believe that would be a sight. But you know if you did get a mess of it all over you, well you know where the showers are. Right upstairs, in my bedroom, there’s the nicest shower you’ll ever cast your eyes on.” The outline of his cock is becoming visible in his cutoffs, and if it wasn’t for the kitchen island I’m standing in front of, he’d see that mine is rising to the occasion, through the unzipped fly of my pants. "You know son, it looks an awful lot like you might need a shower right now. Perhaps on the cold side” He takes a furtive look at his cock before looking up and catching my eyes again,his face suddenly red from embarrassment. I admired the boldness he was showing, but I didn’t want to upset a very delicate applecart. I know Jack and Teddy messed around, and if I made a move on Teddy - or, more accurately, stuck my cock in his eager-bordering-on-desperate hole, Jack might have all sorts of feelings about it. My momentary indulgence of the fantasy hasn’t gone unnoticed; Teddy is looking at me intently, but his eyes keep darting to something. I discreetly look around, and then realize what the boy’s caught sight of: the reflection of my now painfully erect cock jutting out of my shorts and leaking drop after drop of precum. He knows I’m turned on. I know he knows, and he knows I know that he knows it. “We’re pretty knowledgeable around these parts,” I say out loud, echoing a line from a movie where Richard the Lionheart is fucking the King of France (sadly, offscreen). Teddy looks at me quizzically, not knowing how the fuck what I just said is supposed to be dirty. He rises to the challenge, though. “I’m pretty knowledgeable myself, but I can always use a good lesson.” I’m impressed, my dick even jumps a little. He notices. “Look Teddy, you’re like a son to me. But more importantly,” I pause for the necessary dramatic emphasis,” you’re a boy in the eyes of the law. When you’re 18, and can make a man’s decision, well…” I trail off, knowing his imagination was filling in all the blanks for me. And doing so with a teenager’s gusto. I didn’t have to wait long. Teddy turned 18 just a hop skip and a jump after Jack did. I knew there were no secrets between Jack and Teddy, and even still I was surprised to come home on Teddy’s birthday, to see Teddy and my boy ass up on the couch, the words “hey daddy” written across those magnificent, angelic, slutty little asses. “Well hello boys. I see Jack’s brought his little friend over.” Those were the exact words I used when I met Teddy nearly 13 years prior. I doubt either boy remembered; if they did, they didn’t say so… unless puckering those tasty holes I was about to devour counted as an answer. “Jack,” I began before he cut me off, knowing what his whore of a father was about to ask. “Daddy, you know it’s Teddy’s birthday, and he ought to get your first load.” I have raised such a charmer, my boy is so goddamned polite, I think, as I tear my shirt off - quite literally, one of the buttons hits Jack and bounces onto Teddy, both boys shuddering with anticipation at the added sensory stimuli. They’re both backlit by the dining room, and I can see the contours of their perfectly sculpted bodies, their back and shoulders casting deep, enticing shadows. The bright, pale skin of their bare asses contrasts so beautifully with the golden bronze of their skin. And there, hanging down in the center, is my boy’s cock, which I’ve started to get to know in minute detail. Matching his, just a few feet over, is Teddy’s. Almost as long, but noticeably thicker, than Jack’s… These two must have had some amazing sessions together, learning each other’s bodies and their own. I’m building the anticipation for them while taking my time in admiration of what God and good genetics had gifted them, gifted me, in this moment. Teddy has absolutely pictured this moment a thousand times, and I can imagine how hot the planning sessions with Jack were. I know my boy, and none of this is left to chance, right down to the lighting. He is as methodical in getting his best friend some daddy dick - His’ Daddy’s Dick - as I was in planning the moment when Jack would first give me his hole. *** “You remember that first night? Your birthday?” I ask, exhaling from a long drag on the pipe? "Is that a real question? Do yo know how often I jack off thinking about that?” I know it’s a dumb question, but I want to hear him say it. And echoing that flirtation in the kitchen, he knows I know… He flips over so he can look me in the eye while he strokes and licks my cock. “Well, as I recall, your son, devious little pervert that he is - clearly his daddy’s boy - suggested rather strongly that you might, how did he put it, ‘fuck me like a 2 dollar whore 10 minutes after last call’ if that was something I wanted. Naturally, being the obliging type…” he trails off, going to work intently on sucking a load out of my cock. The boy is an expert, I rather strongly suspect because Jack has taught him how to. In the same way I’m relieved Jack has two gorgeous west coast daddies taking care of him - in all the ways a dad and daddy should - he’s making sure his best friend, a boy like his own brother, is taking care of me. I marvel again at what a beautiful person I’ve raised, all the more grateful that he’s just as much of a slutty, methed up whore for cock as I am. I tap Teddy on the head, just as he’s about to earn another load down his throat. This boy loves sucking cock, more than anything else, and we’ve taken to having him service me while I’m on conference calls, and even the occasional zoom meeting. I bought a clear, glass top desk just so I can watch as he fishes my cock out of my pants, laps at it until it’s hard and leaking, then devours it until my nut goes rocketing down his throat. And because he’s such a cute little fucker, with impeccable manners, he licks my dick clean before replacing it in my pants and dabbing the corners of his mouth with a napkin. But when he gets the tap on his head, he knows what’s in store. He wordlessly assumes the position, taking a long couple of puffs off the pipe, and then a couple more, before handing it me. I take one drag, then two, and exhale slowly, the meth enveloping his body and making the scene all the more intense. I lube up my cock while he puts on his ball gag - his addition, not mine, as I love the sound of him moaning. But he says he gets turned on moaning through the ball gag, and I can’t lie, it’s incredibly hot to hear him shaking and screaming through the restraint as I thrust in and out of his tight, red hot hole. He’s gotten so used to taking my dick that I just slide right in. I still lube up, despite him asking me to just use spit. I know he’s taking dick elsewhere - the course of antibiotics I had to take a few weeks ago were proof enough of that - and I get turned on hearing how addicted to cum he already is. He sucked my cock so expertly, and I was so vividly recalling the details of that first encounter - how I made him wait, licking and gently grazing every part of his ass but his hole, that when I did finally lean in and kiss it, he came almost instantly. …How I used his cum, and the torrents of precum leaking from Jack, who had moved to the other end of the couch, watching us intently, jacking his dick to within a microsecond of cumming before backing off to start the edge again, to lube up my cock while I never once broke contact between my mouth and his hole. …How I put my cockhead right up to his hole, and for the second time in as many months, had an eager, virgin cunt suck me in slowly, steadily, aching to be wrecked. *** 90 minutes I fucked my son’s best friend, egged on and cheered every step of the way by my son, naked, covered in his own precum, spit from his best friend hungrily kissing him and sucking his cock, and from sweat from his dad’s olympic calibur dickdown of his friend. I only stopped - after shooting four loads and building to a powerful fifth - because Jack was looking at me with a huger that was coming to define his very essence. “Daddy, is it okay if I…” He gets shy, almost demure in asking me, and I instinctively know what he wants. “Son, I’d be delighted to see that.” I dismount, a barely perceptible “thank you” comes wheezing out of Teddy’s throat. He’s panting, shaking from the orgasm I had him on the brink of. I take Jack’s place on the couch, my legs spread wide so the boys can see me playing with my hole as I watch Teddy straighten up, crack his back, and stretch as Jack assumes my favorite position, on his back with his legs spread tantalizingly wide. Teddy bends down and starts gently licking Jack’s hole. I’m beside myself with lust, a primal hunger to watch these two studs fuck each other senseless. Despite Teddy’s gentile approach to licking my son’s asshole, there’s absolutely no finesse in the way he straddles up to Jack, positions his cock - by now engorged beyond all previous bounds, with a head glistening and red the color of a glowing ember and bring it right up to Jack’s quivering, desperate hole. “You sure it’s okay daddy” both boys ask me at the same time, and they both quickly start laughing at the unplanned precision of their last second manners. I give them the only answer appropriate to the moment, standing up and aiming my dick right at Jack’s hole and Teddy’s cock, stroke one, two, three, four times before firing a massive cumshot all over both of them. Jack grunts, Teddy groans, and they both sigh audibly as Teddy takes his go ahead and pushes in. He goes a little too fast, and I can see Jack tense up, for a moment fatherly concern takes over and I’m about to say something when Jack grabs my thigh and looks Teddy in the eye. “That all you got sport?” Teddy gets a devilish grin on his face, and starts thrusting quickly, powerfully. Gone are the trembling young boys coming out to me, replaced by two powerful athletes who, in a tale as old as time, are now competing against each other. The competition? Who can fuck the hardest, fastest, hottest. I am one lucky son of a bitch, I think to myself. Teddy relentlessly assails Jack’s asshole, sliding in and out so fast I can barely get my tongue in position to taste my son’s ass on his best friend’s cock. Teddy slows the pace a touch, slightly changing position to give me full access. Jack takes the opportunity to huff a bottle of poppers I hadn’t noticed until just now, and as soon as he feels the rush, he gives Teddy a good slap across the face. The competition resumes. Teddy, wanting more of the porn star performance, motions for Jack to get on his knees, but Jack flashes a toothy, cheshire cat grin, and before I know it, the two boys are outright wrestling. I’m a little concerned this might become an actual fight, so intensely are they going at it, until Teddy bursts out laughing, which Jack quickly joins in. The laughter consumes my boy until Teddy, remembering the competition, pins Jack. The both of them laugh even harder, and even though I’m stroking my cock to keep it nice and hard, I’m laughing too, amused at the latest antics of the two young adonises wrapped up in each other’s bodies. The moment of levity subsides, and both boys start making out. They clearly have lust for each other, and they’ve clearly played around before, but I can tell there isn’t a romantic overlay to this. They simply know each other so well, have bonded over so much, and have both thought about What It Would Be Like enough to know they’ll share this moment, and plenty more like it, as friends. But before I can go down that road too much, they motion for me to joint them, and I’m there in a flash. The three of us naked, having a three way kiss while we all furiously stroke our cocks. I can sense that neither of them have their eyes open, and mine are closed as well. It was a perfect moment, and I don’t even feel bad we don’t have a video of that last act, when I shot my sixth load of the night onto their cocks, and feeling Jack immediately unleash his on me and Teddy, before teddy grunts hard, shoots his load on our cocks, and yells out a perfect texas “yeehaw” that has all of us convulsing in laughter, even as the last blasts of cum still shoot from Jack and myself. *** I fuck Teddy hard, the way he likes it. Jack is definitely more sensual than Teddy. Jack like to feel every inch of my cock slide into and out of his hole, Teddy like the thunder produced when my thighs slam into his hips. After 15 minutes of unrelenting pounding, I cum hard in his ass, he shoots all over his chest. I pull out, gingerly, knowing he’s still relatively new to all of this, as he starts scooping up his load and feeding it to me. I hit the stop button on the remote - I promised Jack a video, and he promised one with Derek and Dave in return. I miss him terribly, and not just because I haven’t gotten to fuck him on over a month. Teddy has been a great sport, he’s practically living out of Jack’s old room. He’s planning on transferring from Texas A&M to UCLA, altho I do confess to loving him walking around in his hoodie and nothing else, the ATM logo giving itself over so easily to my new nickname for Teddy - Ass To Mouth. This is just round one for us, when Teddy smokes with me, we usually have three or four rounds like this before I send him to bed. I’m almost at my limit, when he cues up the video. “You’re quite insatiable tonight my boy,” and Teddy just snickers. He loves watching this video. It’s the orgy after I slam Jack the first time. “Can we watch it again?” He asks me in a singsong voice quite reminiscent of Jack. “Oh all right, I suppose. But you know you do have class in the afternoon and I have a zoom with a client at 10,” “Yummy,” he says, shaking his ass and winking at me through our reflections in the mirror. “Yummy indeed. How about you cue it up to the part where you show up unannounced and proceed to admin me, Jack, and the rest of the group.” I smack him hard on the ass, “Naughty boy going around and shooting up random strangers.” “Just the trashy cum guzzling slut you and your boy want me to be,’ he says with angelic eyes and a devilish smile. “My uncredited cameo, coming right up.” He cues the video to the 57:00 minute mark, just as Dave is nutting all over Jack’s face. The audio is as clear as day, “Jack, Daddy Tony, y’all gonna invite me in or what?”

My hole after nud night in Melbourne leaked on the way back to my hotel

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."

Sorry for the short chapter there. Got interrupted and didn’t want to lose what was written so far. So…. But he didn’t pull out. He continued to tug against my ring from the inside, his now clenched fist turning like a washing machine. It drove me absolutely out of my mind. Finally I came, screaming so loud I’m sure the entire complex could hear me. I was hyperventilating and it felt like my entire insides and clenched down on his fist. He coached me to slow down my breathing and relax. When my hole loosened enough, Gino pulled his hand out slowly. Immediately he shoved his hard cock in me and started fucking me violently, telling me he was going to poz me and give me whatever other diseases he had. It was too much. I felt like my ass tunnel was being completely destroyed. He came in me again a few minutes later, the salt of his cum burning the tears in my chute. He laid down on top of me, his cock still inside. He wrapped his arms around me. I realized I was crying. I wasn’t really upset, just overloaded and exhausted. After I calmed down, he helped me up and we got into the shower. The warm water helped calm me down. Gino grabbed a washcloth and gave me a rubdown. After I dried off, I checked the clock. It was after 5am. I was still to spun up to drive but needed to get my shit together and get back to the house of my husband would be freaking out. We walked over to the whirlpool nearby. We were all pretty wobbly, them because they were really high, me because I was so sore it was painful to walk. It was a beautiful night out and the water jets felt great. Unexpectedly, Rob became affectionate and pulled me onto his lap, running his hands over my body, then wrapped his arms around me. Gino came up from behind, giving me a sandwich hug. I didn’t know what to make of these guys. Were they evil dudes on the lookout to corrupt party virgins? Or were they nice guys in the party scene and just got a wild hair to pop my party cherry without telling me? Turned out maybe both. We talked for awhile and then went back to the room to pack up and head out. That wasn’t the last time we hung out together, but that is story for a different chapter. When I got home, I was pretty messed up in my head. I had been so responsible and strait-laced my whole life, I couldn’t believe I put myself in a situation where something like that happened. I was chatting with a guy on BBRT who I’d been talking to for years but we’d never met. He was a really sexy guy about my age, shaved head, tatted with a big fat cock. We’d talked about hanging out quite a few times but just hadn’t yet. I liked his sense of kink. He asked me how Palm Springs was and I told him what happened. His response was, “Well, I party. If you ever want to do it again, I’d be down for that…..” To be continued

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

There has been a lot of dichotomy in my life, including my years in high school. I was the popular big man on campus … but they thought I was gay. (I was raised in the South, and that combination didn’t compute.) I lettered in high school sports … but I was gay. I was the jock who fucked the cheerleaders, but also sucked and fucked my teammates (who weren’t gay 🙄). They just didn’t know what to make of me!

I love rimming a freshly bred ass and sucking that cum out. My nastiest instance of that was when I felched the loads out of a cumdump that had about 9 or 10 in him, including mine...that just got me rock hard all over again.

Hmmmm, piss. Love it, especially piss fucking than drinking it out of a fresh fucked hole. Wish more guys were into it….

I was actually in elementary school, first time i had oral sex

I got started my freshman year of HS and by senior year I was definitely a full on slut. Sucking fucking getting fucked all of it with people from school and outside of it. College only made things better I fucked with my roommate an hour after moving into the dorm.

Part 3: She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. As soon as the door closed, she kissed me aggressively. After a while she broke the kiss and led me straight to her bedroom. „This time I won’t be so gentle. I am going to finish this job tonight.“ Her words sent shivers through my body and I followed her like her puppy. In her bedroom she pushed me backwards onto her bed and shoved her cock in my mouth. I wanted to suck her with full passion. But she has had other plans as she forcefully pushed her dick into my throat. She fucked my face for 10-15 mins in different positions and angles. My face was covered in spit. My throat was sore. My jaw hurts. But I loved every second of her rough treatment. My dick was rock hard. „Take off clothes and lay down on your back. I will be right back.“ In seconds I stripped of my clothes and laid down in her bed. Nervous, but excited I waited for her return. Minutes later she came back a toothbrush in her hand, devilishly smiling at me as I realized what she had in mind. She climbed on the bed and spread my knees. I hesitated at first, but I gave in after a firm push. She lost no time. She caressed and stroked my cock with her left hand while she pushed the toothbrush into my hole with here right hand. It felt weird as she twisted and moved the toothbrush in my ass. She pulled the toothbrush out of my ass and showed me how reddened it was. „Time to give you what you are craving.“ She spit on her hard cock and onto my ass and in one move she pushed my knees to my chest and her cock into my hole. It hurts a lot and I moaned loudly. „Yes Bitch. Take my poz cock.“ I concentrated on the pain as Nina started to fuck me hard and rough. The pain was intense, but my cock was hard as fuck. „Yes, please fuck me. Give it to me.“ She switched me on my stomach and started to fuck me really intense. She grabbed my hair and moaned into my ear. „I am going to cum soon. You want my poz load, bitch?“ I moaned. „Answer me, bitch.“ „Yes, I want your load.“ „Louder.“ „Give me your load. Please cum in me.“ “Louder Bitch, so that my neighbors can hear you.” „Poz me, please. Poz me, poz me, poz me.“ With a load roar she pumped her poz load into me and collapsed on me. Sweating and breathing hard.

Hot sweet hole

This cannot be understated. I had a mate in the US who hosted his parties about once a month (an ideal frequency, if you ask me - I think weekly is too frequent). Each month would feature a designated cum-dump - one guy in particular proved really popular; wasn't me, but man did I pump gallons inside him. Only rarely would his parties be what he'd call a "free for all" in which there wasn't a specified bottom for the evening. Sure, some peripheral bottoming might happen when guys were waiting their turn; however, this was more along the lines of "fluffing" like they'd do in porn. The cum-dump-du-jour would be getting all the loads like the rules of the party stated. Just like you'd need a mate or two to be your eyes and ears for purposes of making sure there's no theft or craziness, these same mates can help out if some unscrupulous bottoms start hogging the attention away from a designated cum dump. End of the day, it's your party - cump dumps aren't going to trust you if their night is a bust because all the tops are allowed to bust their nuts in someone else. That being said, being a regular party host does requrie building up a good repuatation as a host. You will become the face of these events, and guys want to feel safe and relaxed at your events - otherwise, you're finished. Most of this is covered above about specific behaviours on the nights themselves. A few others I might add to ensure that your frequent events continue to be successful: - seriously, once a guy gets naked, make sure you (or your mates) get a good look at what's being presented. Don't be afraid to put a stop to a guy with any obvious, visible signs of STI infection or some other condition that might put others at risk. Sure, there's always risk of contracting stuff when barebacking is involved - but there's a big difference between a risk of something happening and a certainty. - make sure your designated cumdumps are really knowing what they're getting into and are prepared for what will happen (i.e. not showing up in front of 20 guys but too tight to take them). Also, making sure your bottom(s) are cleaned out and are reasonably not going to have any unfortunate accidents during the party. - If your cum dump is a novice, have a trusted vers buddy there as a back up. This way, if guy #1 doesn't work out, you have someone else there willing to step in and take it for the (literal) team. - anonymity is key. You'll likely get men who go to these parties for the fun of it, yet they have no interest in being identified on the outside. If you see your attendees outside of the party, I wouldn't bring it up unless you know them well enough to know that it's okay to discuss such things. - Along the same lines, if anyone from the party asks you about anyone else at the party ("hey, can you put me in contact with that hot guy with a scorpion tattoo - I want to play with him again"). Don't be tempted to give that info out. Just like the anonymity bit above, it's not your place to be matchmaker. - if there's any fetish play that's allowed to go on during the party, make sure the guys attending know this in advance. For example, if you intend to allow fisting to happen - say that to everyone who is invited. This way, if any prospective attendees are put off by that, they can politely give it a miss.

No tolerance for paranoid folks! They get tested for HIV after a kiss. Still in 2023. Then, people say I'm rude. WTF!

In Europe: Gran Canaria (sunny, good medical standard, cum dumps)

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.

The first photo is just heavenly sexy 😈

Chapter 3 So here I am still locked. Still confused about my feelings about said locking. Holding my phone and looking at the 3 notifications. Who do I open first? Do I call Johnny back and plan to get the key to my cock cage to get myself out of this situation? Do I see what my Mystery Italian sex god has to say? Am I ok with this? Through all of my emotions I know one thing for certain and it isn’t that I have to pay a therapist a shit ton of money to figure out my boycunt craves to be used and when it is the orgasm is earth-shattering. That I know for certain as I’m sitting here on the edge of the bed with the random strangers’ cum leaking out of my used and abused boycunt onto the bed making the bed have a wet spot that housekeeping would sure to know what happened here. So not ready to deal with either of these men I bit the bullet. I picked my Italian. Him: Good boy. I could tell you were new to being caged, but I didn’t expect you to last in it this long. Knowing this helps me gain interest. Him: “Yes” is not how you address a conversation with someone who will be taking up your thoughts every waking moment……Matteo is my name. Save it, memorize it, long to know it. Because I’m going to allow you to serve a purpose. Understand though we must meet and both come to an understanding. If you have no interest don’t bother texting me back. Reading that I threw myself back in frustration and my phone on the pillow. WHAT??!?!!?! UNDERSTANDING?!??!!?!?!? What on earth? Who is this guy? Who does he think he is? Does he want to own me? I’m a flight attendant, He must think I live in NYC. He doesn’t know what I want. He doesn’t even know me. But then my mind thought back to that 8-inch uncut monster of a cock attached to the olive skin body with Muscles. I was weak and my hole twitched spilling out some more of my earlier load. I could always call it off anytime I wanted right? He couldn’t completely control me. I at any point could jump on a plane, delete his number, and never hear from him again. I was a free man. Well as free as I could be at the moment with Johnny still having the key to the cage at this point. Nonetheless, I was able to make my own decisions. So let’s see what he has to say. What could that hurt? I’m off for the next couple of days. I could fly back to NYC and meet him. I had to get the key from Johnny anyway. So that’s what I will do. I’ll call scheduling and get released from my DeadHead back to Base and jump on a flight to NYC. I could be there by 5:40 if I got dressed in the next hour. I typed out a text to Johnny and sent it. Me: Hey I’m sorry I didn’t answer my hole took over on grindr. But I’m going to jump on a flight and come back to NYC, Might also meet another friend. Sooooooo if you go into the city take the key with you. I will meet you. Johnny: A friend????? Keys on my keychain so I have it with me. Me to Matteo: I’m willing to meet. I’ll be back in NYC tonight. Probably leave sometime tomorrow. Just know I’m a flight attendant so not always there if that changes things. I got ready and paid extra attention to my newly discovered boycunt while in the shower. It had gotten abused the last couple of days so I needed to make sure I gave it the respect it deserved. Packed my rollaboard, Put on my uniform that I started to like since it showed off my cage print slightly, and headed to the hotel shuttle to the airport. Landing In LGA I turned my phone off of Airplane mode to see if I had any texts from Matteo. I did, it was a link to a restaurant reservation for 2. Close to Chinatown. I knew the place I had walked by many times but never took the time to try it. Mainly since it was all booths with tall backs. Very intimate, and very dark. Seemed the place for dates not for going with crews or friends. Looking at the time I was happy I got ready at the hotel since I had exactly 1 hour to get from the airport to the restaurant. But what will I do with my luggage? Guess it is coming with me. So I changed out of my uniform and into the nicest clothes I had with me. A pair of black skinny jeans that shows off my ass perfectly and my cage very obvious out the front. These jeans are almost painted on my body. Plus a white T-shirt and a black blazer. This will have to do. Now to grab a cab. Cab ride there I texted him. “see ya soon, got my bags with me since I hadn’t got time to meet you and go by the hotel” Pulling up to the restaurant I leaned up to pay the cabby and suddenly the door opened and it was Matteo. 6’3” man wearing this Navy 3-piece suit complete with a pocket square. That obviously was custom-tailored. It hugged the biceps on his arms perfectly, and the bulge in his pants was shown, This man knew he was wanted by women and men alike. So him looking this good in this suit was brutal to see. My cock began to strain again the confidant of the cage. But the biggest turn-on was his sent. If I was blind I would follow him anywhere just to smell him. He smelt citrusy, musky, and spicy, like he was fresh out of the shower but also like he had been out in the wild. It made my mouth water in a way he was substance and my boycunt pucker in an effort to be released all from the smell of him. I stood out of the cab between the car and the curb and tripped. I fell but Mataeo caught me with one arm and lifted me. Looked me in the eyes, and at that moment I could see his dark green eyes now in the light of the evening unlike in the club the other night. He spoke finally and the streets went silent from the people and the cars. “No need to fall for me just yet. You haven’t even had dinner yet”. My mouth opened to try and respond in embarrassment when he brought my face to his and kissed me gently but in a way that owned the action. He wasn’t reserved he was controlled. I was straining in my cage now, and he reached forward grabbed my crotch, and said “Perfect you are still in the mindset to serve. Let us get you inside and get you some food before we discuss our understanding.” About then he put his arm around me and led me to the door. Just when I realized my bags were still in the cab. I turned to look and about the speak when he snapped at the valet and spoke “Mr. Joy’s bags must be in the trunk send them to the house” To which I said “House? I haven’t even booked my hotel yet? Wait how did you know my last name? not to mention my first name.” Mateo cleared his throat and responded “Knowing things is my hobby, knowing you are my interest at the moment, and no hotel means you will be my guest. I’m used to getting what I want so please don’t change that tonight.” With the next thing he said he got stiffer, and its as if he filled his chest with air and got bigger but his eyes began to smolder like he could get set off of if I didn’t say the next thing right. “If all that is settled, we must get started with Dinner. I don’t see the issue if there is any?” Gesturing towards the door that was now being held open by a cute blonde-haired girl who was trying not to listen in. I shook my head yes not daring to lose eye contact. Mateo smiled and led me inside to a booth upstairs that was very private from the main dining room. Once getting to the table Mateo removed his jacket and then spoke, “Dinner? Drinks? Or your mouth on my cock before we eat?” I choked on the water I had been sipping on sitting down at the table. Snapped my head at him and saw he had his hand on his crotch massaging that trouser monster and it was not shy. Something inside me told me not to speak but to comply. My hole most of all was screaming to not be left out. But I sunk to my knees in front of that man and reached up to feel him. Unaware if anyone was in the room. But then began to look around to check nervously. To which he eased my worries by saying “I am the only person who is permitted to dine upstairs, it is my restaurant and we will not be bothered unless I request it, right now I request your mouth, so enjoy. Do what you wish to do, it might be the last time you control what you want to do in giving head”. I felt the desire I had to please this God start from my boycunt and work my way up through my spine till it reached my mouth, I started drolling and Then It took over. I unzipped him and reached in. The heat that escaped I could feel and it blushed my cheeks. Reaching in I learned he wasn’t wearing any underwear and I could smell him, not his cologne but him, A man. I felt the pubs that were short and tried to locate the tip to pull it out and release the monster from the confines of the suit pants. When he laughed the words “unbuttoning the pants might speed up getting him out”. Now kind of embarrassed that someone would question my abilities I sheepishly complied and had the drive to make it up to him that I knew what I was doing. So that is what I did, I released it and basked in the sight of it. All 8 inches staring at me, head arrow-shaped and echoed the ability to assault an opening and girth that I just perfectly could wrap my hand around, and my middle finger and thumb just barely touched. I leaned into the place where his leg met his goin and breathed deeply. Letting him fill my nose. His lightly trimmed pubs tickle my face. I moaned. He pushed forward meeting my face, and said “Memorize that smell, might be how you can tell me apart one day” It didn’t register with me but I did, I breathed in a couple more times while pressing his cock against the side of my face. But then he pulled back. Rested the tip against my lips and I could feel the wetness of his precum starting to drip out. I licked it and tasted the sweetness that started to cover my tongue which began to start a reaction in my body, It set a fire that was my hunger for him. It was like a compulsion. So I took him in my mouth and started to tease the tip with my tongue. Swirling it around the tip. He groaned deep in his chest, it fueled my excitement. So I drove down his shaft and started to bob back and forth taking more and more of him. I could hear him starting to breathe heavier. That’s when I took him in my throat. I willed my throat to relax and accept the length this God had to offer. Finally, I succeeded in planting my nose in his pubs smelling his natural scent. Licking his balls from the bottom. I reached up with one hand to start massaging them. With the other, I reached around to his ass. Pulling him even deeper into my throat. Looking up to him I heard him let out a breath he must have been holding. “You’re are doing so well. Now if a crossroad, you either continue with what you want to do, or you give over to me and permit me to use your throat” coming off his cock to the tip my throat juices sticking to his cock I just said “Use me”. He did, he started his assault on me. Going at my throat deeper, and deeper, with speed. I started to gag and he’d hold me on his meat. Telling me to relax and breathe through my nose. I would not give up. I would please this man. I could start to feel my knees beginning to ache. But the man I was servicing showed no signs of letting up. He was going fast and deep skull fucking to changing it up to shallow and slow blows. Saying things like you’re the best one I have found. Your throat is velvet. No one has ever taken me this long. I was covered with spit with it dripping down my chin on my neck and finally soaking my shirt. The tears coming from my eyes were the mystery. I still don’t know if it was from the occasional gagging or the pain in my boycunt from not being used. That’s when he slapped the side of my face and I snapped out of thought and looked up at him. “Get ready I’m about to give you your first course. He started getting faster and never left my throat. I could feel my face starting to turn blue from lack of oxygen and then his balls pulled up against his body and his head swelled up in my throat, and released multiple jets of cum. Pulling up so the last 3 coated my tongue. He pulled off and squeed the tip of his cock where a couple of drops came out and rubbed them on his lips. I licked at them to not lose them. He said, “Open your mouth and show me you swallowed my gift”. I quickly swallowed opened my mouth and moved my tongue side to side like I was being checked into prison. To which he zipped up and sat down, telling me “Go wash up, you must be famished”. I stood up brushed at my knees in case there was anything from the floor, and walked to the bathroom. Once inside I locked the door and looked into the mirror at my flush face and tear-soaked checks to the drying spit and cum down my neck. thinking to myself how could I lose myself to this man after only being around him for 10 mins? But then I tasted his cum on my lips and I know in my bones that ever his “understanding” is I would comply. I quickly grabbed one of the cloth hand towels washed my face and neck off in the sink and got myself ready to join for dinner. Just went my phone dinged in my back pocket. Opening it I saw Johnny’s text. Johnny: Hey, So I’m wrapping up in the city….Have you made it in? I have your key. Something in me didn’t care. I wanted to hear out Mateo first. Or did I? Was this too much? I looked at myself in the gold-framed mirror and could see the print of the cage. I wasn’t ready to end this. Something changed and I wanted to keep down this road so I quickly typed back Me: Hey no worries I can get it back tomorrow. I’m at dinner atm. Fingers crossed it ends well. Walking back to the table I was putting my phone away when Mateo said “That isn’t another man now, is it? I expect full attention when you have a mouth like that.” To which I just put my phone away slid into the booth and looked down. “I’ve already ordered for us, the chef is running by me new menu items, So we will be testing them out.” After eating my last bite of some type of fusion chocolate dessert I still can not pronounce I leaned back in defeat. We had so many types of meats and bites different salads, and fancy soups and I attempted to eat what I thought was a marshmallow, and turned out to be a warm townlet for my hands. I finally spoke up and asked “So what about this Understanding” to which Mateo whiping his mouth spoke up. Let’s first discuss who has your cage and what are your rules. Not knowing how to explain I just broke down and nervously explained from the beginning to him. He said he listened to me and then he pulled out his phone and did some typing with me sitting there in anticipation. Finally, he spoke “Someone else cage just won’t do. We are going to my condo there this cage will be removed and I will fit you with one I have the key, and as for the understanding we will build on it. You are a flight attendant. You can sleep around but you only get out of the cage with me. You are not to sleep with men, just fuck. Now it’s either yes or leave in the morning. Tonight you are my guest.” Something told me in my soul to just agree, so I shook my head up and down and said “Yes, Sir!” with more enthusiasm than I cared to show to him at this moment. Next thing we are in this towncar in the back with a driver. Mateo has his hands all over me. rubbing me with powerful hands and pulling up my shirt. Feeling my smooth skin he’s growling with a growing erection. How can he still be going? and after that meal. We pull up to a beautiful house and He is out of the car dragging me inside. Telling me where the shower is and pointing to a room where to meet me after you get prepared. The rest was a blur. I was in the shower getting ready one moment then next I opened up the door to see Mateo standing against the tall window with linen pants that practically show everything from the light shining through from the street below. Then it’s like he senses me and turns saying “Do you trust me?” Trust him? I barely know him……But I responded confidently “Completely” He came over with small bolt cutters broke the lock on my cage and took it off. I feel the air hit parts of my cock that have been locked away for days now. My bulge was smaller now, but still one most would be envious of. But something in me makes me look away from my cock and up to him. I had this feeling that had me unsettled and then I said “I thought you liked me cage”. He laughed and produced a new one. Said “I’m going to fuck you till you cum, Then If you still want to be caged I will lock you. I will own your orgasms, I will have you.” The way he said that had me jumping in his arms and he carried me to the bed. Laid me down and he explored my body, Licking my collarbone to my shoulder, then up next to my ears breaking into them telling me “good boy” then down my chest and stomach to my cock that hasn’t been touched in days. Engulfing it. While one was fingering my nipple, twisting and pulling to the point of pain, I couldn’t focus on it. All I could feel was my cock getting pleasure. I hadn’t felt this in days. It was sending me wild, I didn’t know how long I could last. Mateo was eating my cock like he hadn’t eaten anything in years. teasing the tip and licking my slit like he was sucking a milkshake through a straw, pulling my precum from my balls. Then he would go all the way to the base. I had not been this hard in days. My skin was pulled tight over my shaft and my head was a dark purple. It wouldn’t be long till I exploded. I was breathing so hard and gripping the edge of the bed and the sheets in the other. It was only seconds away from happening and He showed no signs of stopping. So I said “I’m…about…….to….I’m…about…” just went he let my cock drop from his mouth and pulled down on my balls to the point of pain. Stopping my orgasm in its tracks. I was mad! I leaned up and shouted at him “WHY WOULD YOU STOP!” To which he laughed and grabbed some lube. “Your hole needs attention too, Don’t worry This orgasm will be your last uncaged for a while, it needs to remain in your memory for some time. You need to know what I can give you when you deserve it” Dripping some cold lube on my crack and pushing my legs up just so my ass was tilted revealing my hole and legs spread. Working the lube into my hole while slightly playing with my shaft. Never fully gaining speed, just enough to keep me hard. But Then My Boycunt tried swallowing him, he’d pull his fingers away. He was driving me mad, I was trying to gain my cumshot and he was fighting to control it. Finally, he entered my hole with two fingers and I let all the breath in my lungs out, it was both shocking and rewarding Because he engulfed my cock again, just this time it was slower. Massaging my hole and loosening the ring, He stopped at the top of my cock, just the head in his mouth, and looking at me, His eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t look away. That’s when he grinned while on my cock and If I wasn’t feeling my hole being played with I would have come from just that man on my cock. But he added another finger and my head throw back against the pillow and he said “Relax feel good, but don’t cum yet” Then resumed his sucking and fingering my hole with 3 fingers for a bit and added his pinkey and His thumb was teasing my hole. I could feel it, he was good to stay clear from my love button, He knew it’d send me over. After a bit I knew we had to be at this for over 30 mins, I was covered in sweat and my whole body was tingling, I needed to cum. So I started begging, He then told me to relax and I willed my hole to relax. That’s when he got his whole hand up my boy cunt. The pressure was intense. I froze hearing the pop going over his knuckles. I screamed out in pain and leaned forward. I guess it scared him because he leaned up. I reached down and felt my hole stretched over his fist. He kissed my lips and breathed “Good Boy, Let it happen” I kissed him more, leaned back, and gave myself to him. He started to turn his hand inside me. The amount of pleasure I was experiencing from his hand filling me up inside and the assault on my cock was so much! It was painfully good. That’s when my boycunt took over. “Fist me babe, make me explode” He gunted and took over. His assault felt like a boxer practicing with a speed bag. I was thrashing in the bed, basically meeting his fist with every punch in. That’s when it happened. I started pissing, it flooded out of me, releasing more room in my opening for him. He looked up smiling at me, and said “Let go” That is all I needed I shot, I shot 6 times, the first landing on my face, and then proceeded to get higher, Landing on the wall, Soaking everything in in its path. I was seeing stars, I couldn’t feel anything except his fist, and my orgasm. It was so intense, I passed out. I lost consciousness for the 2nd time in my life from an orgasm. I have no idea how long I was out but I came to, The room was dark and I knew two things even with the room as dark as it was. 1 my hole was loose and still hungry, and my cock had something on it. Hard and constricting. I felt and knew it was a new cage fitted to me where the other had been. To be Continued……. This story has started taking a life of its own. So let me know if you want to hear about what Alan should do. Is he getting in too deep?

Hey, much enjoying reading all the topics, so decided to created an account myself as well. Started going to sex parties this year, and found out I really like fucking hot guys in public. Lucky for me there are plenty of parties for me to attend in Amsterdam, hope to share my experiences here 😉

I LOVE WHEN SOMEONE FELCHES IT OUT OF MY ASS AND THEN DROPS IT BACK INTO MY MOUTH. SO FUCKING HOT. FUCK YEAH!

pretty much constantly, but that just goes with being community cumdumps like we are. also funny when they ask if you know the names of the men who have fucked me recently. I feel like telling them “I dont even know what most of them look like” lol

Homeless men deserve to blow their loads as well. I have been fucked by a couple on various occasions when I’ve been out cruising. I like man scent so it’s a turn on for me. The first time a homeless guy fucked me I was about 19 and I felt so ashamed and disgusted with myself but I have now let go of all those negative feelings and own what I do.

Chapter 4 of 4. Jack slammed his big sheathed POZ cock into my boy’s hole. This time, he was fucking to cum. My boy panted and moaned, savoring that big cock sliding in and out of him. Jack was really pounding hard and started cursing and grunting as he fired his seed deep inside the latex reservoir lodged in my boy’s chute. I prayed that the condom had withheld that assault. He pulled out carefully and I was glad to see the tip of the condom full of creamy cum. I knew that that cum held a detectable viral load and I was glad none had seeped into my boy’s pussy. The cab driver eased Jack out of the way and slammed, raw, back inside. Even with my spit, it was a dry rough fuck. My boy winced again and asked the man to stop. He pulled out and I went back to my knees to provide a bit more lube. It still wasn’t enough. The cab driver carefully put his cock inside my boy and a look of relief came over his face. I saw droplets of golden piss leaking out around his deeply-planted cock and realized he was pissing inside my boy. All of that wetness still wasn’t enough and I spit on the guy’s raw cock every time he pulled out far enough for me to do so. My boy was still crying out that it hurt. Jack brought my hand back to his cock, still sheathed in the full condom. ‘Help your boy out…’ I knew what he was suggesting and didn’t know what to do. ‘I need more lube, now,’ my boy exclaimed. Without further thought, I carefully pulled that full condom off of Jack’s POZ cock. I poured a dribble onto the cab driver’s cock and my boy moaned, ‘more! Give me more!’ I gave my boy more of Jack’s cum and the cab driver gave my boy more of his dick. After a few minutes of intense ass-pounding, I’d fully drained Jack’s POZ seed into my boy’s vulnerable hole. Seeing the stranger driving in and out of my boy, lubed with Jack’s cum got me totally hard again. The man came inside my boy and pulled out leaving a dollop of white froth oozing out of his well-fucked pussy. I smeared their combined juices on my cock and slid right in. Knowing that I was forcing their cum deeper and deeper inside my boy got me so hot I shot off again. With four loads leaking out, my boy lowered his legs down and we all saw that he’d shot at least once all over his shirt and face. The three of us took turns kissing and lapping his cum up. We got back in the cab and my boy quickly fell asleep. His hair mussed and shirt streaked with cum, he hadn’t even managed to pull his pants up properly. A puddle of cum leaked from his cored-out hole and onto the car seat. Jack tenderly stroked my boy’s hair as he leaned against him. We made it back to Jack’s house and I tried to pay the cab driver. He refused payment and told me he’d already gotten his tip where he wanted it. Jack and I eased my boy inside and onto Jack’s bed. We had another beer and talked quietly as my boy snored from the bedroom. Jack thanked me for a lovely evening and asked if I would mind him taking my boy out on a date sometime. All I could do was nod in agreement knowing he’d be getting much more of his POZ seed into my boy’s guts. We wound up spending the night. Jack and I undressed my boy and we slept in the same position as in the cab, my boy in the middle and us on either side. Early in the morning, I woke to see Jack grasping my boy’s chest as he worked his cock against my boy’s tender leaking hole. He smiled at me, ‘Glad you’re up. You want to get my cock into your boy again?’ I nodded asking if we needed to bother with a rubber this time. He shook his head saying, ‘I promised you I’d start with a condom, but it seems a little late for that!’ I agreed and guided his bare POZ dick into my boy’s hole. We both filled him up and my boy loved every minute of it. That afternoon, my boy and I got to the clinic and both of us went on PEP. My boy told the doctor, honestly, that he was prepared to take POZ cock raw, but wasn’t ready to convert. That was a few weeks ago. We’re now both on PrEP. Jack and I love sharing his hole. He regularly gets six or seven loads a week now. As his hole gets used to so much cock, my boy says he’s ready for more. So, next week, Jack is going to invite a few POZ buddies over, with the understanding that I’ll guide their cocks inside him raw and leave him filled to overflowing. THE END.

I told my boyfriend not to come over tonight until he has at least 3 random loads first. I'm being generous since it's a weeknight.