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I played hooky on Thursday, and drove to my favorite adult theater. It's about 65 miles away, north of Seattle, but it's almost always good for some dick. I'm a cocksucker, and when I get into the right headspace, I am not picky at all. I've been going here for 20 years or more - started out as the cute twinky type. Now I'm older and grayer, but still in decent enough shape. There are three, maybe four guys there when I walk in. There are three rooms - straight porn, gay porn, and trans porn. Within two minutes, one of the guys (probably 50-60, decent dick) puts his dick in my mouth. I take my shirt off, and start alternating between sucking his dick, chewing on his nipples, and making out. It doesn't take long, and he blows a load in my mouth. He leaves, and I walk around. One of the other guys grabs me and takes me into the straight room, where there's a decent couch. He's maybe 40's, black, skinny, and needs head. I get on my knees, and suck him good and slow. After a few minutes, he busts down my throat, says thank you, and heads out. 2 loads in 20 minutes, before 11 am. I hang out, and over the course of three hours, I end up with a total of six loads in my tummy. I got to swap some cum with another cocksucker. I watched two bottoms get bred, and shot my load. Way better than sitting at work. Definitely worth the car ride! Please be kind.. I'm a longtime lurker, but I rarely, if ever, post a full story.

Park fuck - tried the bathroom but no one was there - it was under the big tree. I was in heat and needed dick. There’s something hot about being watched by strangers as your ass is being fucked. Just random guys breeding in the dark under the moon lite sky of Hawaii. Met this white guy in his 50’s huge dick - girthy and long. A porn dick all bottoms dream of being fuck with. Suck him nice and heavy but he was not fucking. Put on a show though. Guys touching my ass in the meantime another white top comes behind and starts fucking me raw. Says my ass feels like a pussy. Three guys are watching him unload in me. He offers my cunt for use by these strangers but no one jumps in and he unloads. Indian guy, super cute even under the moon lite sky. Offer my raw hole, puts a finger in and says,,”fuck, it’s wet…” comes from behind and sticks his finger in with spit and loosens me up. Puts in a super hard 6” raw cock in and starts pumping away. Not in a rush but takes his time to build up to it. Must of kept it up for 10-15 mins which is super long for outdoor sex. Once again guys around watching as I’m being used in the park but no one jumps in. He cums and lets his dick slowly slips out soft and deflated…. It was kind of nasty in a hot way how used and wet I felt. No lube no condom no status just pure lust and taking random strangers dick under the moon.

Last Friday. I have a mate, a tall, belly, hairy guy. 30 years old. He is a totally nice and shy guy. A real artist, originally worked as a art historian. He identifies himself as a bottom. However, he is usually a top. And what a top! He has a huge thick dick and when he starts he becomes a brutal verbal top. He fucked me many times. We meet regularly at my prep doctor because he works there as a service centre guy. Every time we meet we agree that we will have sex again. Somehow we couldn’t realise this since months. However, he texted me on Friday late evening that we should have to meet soon. We started to talk about this and he said he was extremely horny and needed to unload. Long story short, we agreed that after his work he would come to me. We started to kiss already at the door and after a really short conversation our hands were in each other’s pants. He gave me a nice blowjob for a starter but I reminded him that he visited me to fuck me. So, his cock was in my mouth soon. And this was the trigger effect on his top side. He grabbed my head and fucked my throat brutally. I pulled him into my bedroom and he started to be verbal. He called me slut, ordered me to beg for his cock and cum. Although he said he would come, unload in me and leave He stayed for 2 hours and literally destroyed my hole. He fucked me in every possible position and he was so intense that at some points I really started to concern the bed. It seemed that it would be broken soon. However, it was only less than a second because I enjoyed being absolutely bottom. It was amazing for me because last month I “had to be” rather top. He was fucking me for hours when he suddenly became extremely loud and fast and yelled at me and ordered to beg for him to breed me. I have never felt such an intense orgasm in my hole. His explosion was almost painful. He shot an extreme huge amount of cum in me and his orgasm lasted for long minutes. I was so excited than I jerked off soon while we were continuously kissing. After this amazing finale we stayed in my bed and started to chat. Then We were kissing, cuddling etc. And when we realised that our time was over, I gave him a passionate long farewell kiss. It’s needless to say that we couldn’t stop and his cock was deep in me soon again. This time it lasted shorter but the intensity was the same. Finally he gave me my second dose. Even though I absorbed two doses of his cum, I still shat it out even the next night. On the other hand, I felt my hole was wide open the whole next day.

A couple of days ago. Very hot early 30's muscle guy - had been chatting on and off for ages on Fab guys. Super hot body , worked out several times a week and does manual labour - 5'8 or so - absolutely my type. Was looking on line at 8 am , the guy messaged and said he had just taken his first load from a guy on his way to work. I'd self employed so rearranged my morning to drive over - he messaged me just before the arranged time to say that another top was coming over and if I wanted him wet and loose could I wait ? I parked my van in a lay-by just up the road and saw a car arrive and a 30/40s guy get out - very hot waiting outside - after about 8-10 minutes he left (classic pump and dump) I drove over and parked in his drive , he met me at the door in a pair of white CK pants - cliched , but hot Went to the top of the house to what looked like his anon fuck room - not too much light , but an intoxicating small of sweat , testosterone and cum No chit chat , he just bent over and touched his toes , I pulled his very muscly ass cheeks apart and got my tongue in him as deep as possible - wanting to taste the other guys 5 minute old load. As it was just a pump and dump I mounted him , and went balls deep in 1 thrust with my full body weight - I love when the previous guy has done a proper deep dump - as I bottomed out in his ass it became very wet and warm as I reached the other loads. There is nothing hotter than fucking a hot young ass with a couple of warm creamy loads - I fucked for about 5 minuets and added my 5 day Daddy load 4-5 spots of thick cream - he was very grateful - I will do him again.

Stopped by a rest area late at night, saw a motorcycle parked. Went in mens room, just a biker at the stalls. 40ish motorcycle jacket beard, I stand next to him at next urinal whip out my cock and piss, he was already done pissing and just standing there semi hard. I finish pissing and shake my cock and grab his cock. He angles towarda me and i kneel down to suck him... suck him for a minute and he is rock hard now. then he pulls his cock out of my mouth and kneels down to suck me. Sucks me for a bit and i pull my jeans down to expose my ass. He takes the hint and grabs my ass... i turn and bend over a bit... i hear him spit and smears his spit on my hole... then pushed his hard cock against my hole.. i tell him keep pushing... he does and pops in my hole... it hurts a bit but tell him keep going. He fucks for another minute and hear him breathing harder and pushes all the way in and holds his cock balls deep... and feel him cumming in my hole.. still holding onto me for another 30 seconds to take his load... His cock slips out and he stands next to urinal and i jack out a load... we both then zip up and we wash our hands and head out.

I'm pretty well 50/50 versatile - I greatly enjoy both fucking and getting fucked. What I actually do varies depending on what's available (some days it seems there are no people to be found who are willing to top). Between living in a fairly rural area and having a lot of other things in my life besides sex, it generally pays to be flexible and go with what I can get rather than what I'd ideally want.

I had the kind of experience at the bathhouse yesterday that keeps going back, sucked lots of cocks and got fucked four times taking three loads. The first load was completely anon, was ass up in my room when a guy came in, shut the door and immediately started fingering my ass, no talking just stuck in his cock and started fucking me. He didn’t last too long when he thrust in me deep and started cumming, pulled out and left. The last load was the best, was in a group scene when one of the guys getting fucked got up and came behind me and started fucking me hard, he did one last long dicking me and shot a huge load in my ass. There was so much cum I heard it plop out of my ass and splat on the floor.

All I can say is, slide that right inside of me!

Breed me!

Reposted another one of my favs from Yahoo! Groups, this time I actually have the author and origin info. To: biohazardbrotherhood@yahoogroups.com From: "stevestory2000" <Knack6@hotmail.com> Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 14:15:17 -0000 Subject: [biohazardbrotherhood] Story: Breaking the News "I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Of course, the cute counselor really didn't have to tell me anything. few weeks earlier at a circuit party I had felt the heat of that load; it was special. I wasn't really a "bug chaser" as much as I was a "bug enabler". I encouraged all men to fuck me raw whether they were black, white, gay, straight, young, old, poz, neg, or who the fuck cares. And the big-dicked Puerto Rican stud who savaged me with his Prince Albert at that party was definitely worth some enabling. He looked into my eyes, and even though I was so tweaked I could barely remember my name, I knew he was giving me his reason for dying. Back to the cute counselor. 30ish, blonde and blue-eyed, very studious with his glasses and suit and tie, about 5'6'' - I love short guys cause they're always packing such a whanger. Sweet bubble butt, I could tell from when he leaned over to put his jacket on the coat rack. "...you have the virus." I nodded. Not a big surprise. "If you need any help, there's some..." I licked my lips and stared at his swelling pectorals. Thank God this room was so muggy -- I could see his big meaty tits pasted against his white dress shirt. "Don't worry, all my friends are poz. It's the in thing, right? They'll tell me what to do." He frowned, bit his luscious lower lip. He took this pretty seriously. "Mr. Johnson, this is very serious." See what I mean? I just blew him a kiss as I walked away. "I know it is. I never have to wear rubbers again, never have to be in fear again. Today is the first day of the rest of my life." I saw his eyes well up with tears as I left. My friends were part sad and part pleased when I told them. Mostly pleased, cause they got to tap my ass raw. Some of 'em felt like they'd led me to start barebacking and they were responsible for my 'death sentence', but their sheer lust for my firm, tanned ass overcame their guilt feelings. I invited some of 'em out to one of my favorite tearooms and amazingly enough, one of them knew the name of the guy who pozzed me. Armando. I didn't tell Armando that I knew he gave me the bug (I'd save that for the middle of our next fuck) but I asked him to come with us. Unfortunately, the place was closed down for "health reasons" (the AIDS police going crazy again) so we went to a good bathhouse that Armando went to sometimes. It was a great place. Armando was the star attraction; seeing him sweet-talk a local college football stud into letting him fuck his tight ass unrubbered was one of the highlights of my new slut life. Armando just stroked the stud's abs, licked his pits, and whispered resolve-melting Puerto Rican words into his ear until finally the boi gave up. The breaking-in quickly became a gangbang but before I could take my turn someone else caught my eye -- among other areas. That ass. Flawless. Short blonde sweetness dropped his towel and went into the steam room. I had to follow him. Had to ravish him. I was a very infrequent top but the bug had changed me, changed my priorities. When I sat down beside him, barely able to make out his features in the fog, he seemed so pure, so unspoiled. I sucked him dry, then flipped him over so his flat belly humped the cool bench. I slid my leaking member up and down his rosebud. "I-I have a condom..." I just laughed and shoved my way in, no lube, no prep, only the moisture of the room. I wanted him to feel this, suffer the tears that dance so seductively with seroconversion. He screamed and tried to fight me off, all while I licked his ears and bit into his neck and shoulders. His soft 4 inches quickly swelled to 7 hard inches in spite of his pleas to stop, and I tapped his ass bareback. My first. Definitely not my last. He pushed back on my wickedly curved 8-incher now, moaning, whimpering, fighting back tears of shame from how much he enjoyed breaking all the safe sex rules. I made sure I plowed him good and rough -- he wouldn't forget this fuck. I shot my wad and it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Almost like getting someone pregnant. Knowing you've created a life. Or a death. Armando strolled into the room now. I opened up the blonde beauty's legs for him. He winked at me, shared a deep tongue kiss, and then went to work plundering our new man-cunt. The man just squirmed and shivered and purred at the feel of Armando's dick jewelery scraping his insides. By this time Armando pulled out long enough for me to flip this whore over. Our eyes locked. His tears flowed into his open mouth as he gasped. I leaned over to lick the tears away. I'd recognized him from the second I saw that ass. My counselor. I had to laugh. The words just came out of my mouth effortlessly as Armando reached his climax. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this..."

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

You did well both with the story and taking the loads!!! Write anytime about your stuff, love to hear about it!!!

I was 14, he was my 16 year old friend who lived next door: we both wrestled and he was already sexually active (with girls) and aggressive. The summer before I started high school we were wrestling in his basement (both of his parents worked). He ended up first pinning me then making me give him a hand job till he came. After that, I began coming over every day while he progressively took me further and further down the submission hole: daily hand jobs became daily blow jobs, which in turn became daily rim sessions, fingering my ass, calling me his girl, and ultimately giving me some of his Dad's scotch and fucking me and blowing his load in my ass. I cried the first few times but accepted my role as his fuckboy and would come over to be penetrated whenever he called (wonder to this day how his parents never caught on lol). By the end of the Summer, my identity as a homosexual submissive was fully consolidated and my need for both cock and control had become hardwired into me.

***NOTE This is not my story but one I found in my old archives*** ***NOTE this is not my story, but an old breeding story I found in my Archives*** I usually go to the gym around 9 a.m., not too early to catch all the Professionals that workout before they go to work, nor too late to catch The lazy crowd, which means there are always very few people around when I’m At the gym, a couple of old guys with nothing else to do, the occasional fat guy, and a couple of younger teens, specifically the ones who seem a bit shy and intimated by all the muscle, These are my prey, these are the boys I am out to Poz. One in particular caught my eye. He usually came with a friend and they follow the same routine around the machines, but while his friend was completely focused on the workout, he would occasionally glimpse around and it was pretty easy to see what he was looking at. He was kinda of a boy next-door type, maybe 18 or so. short dark blonde hair, a bit of fuzz on his chin, medium build. His face said good boy, but his smile screamed that there was a naughty boy begging to be let out. At the beginning I wasn't that much interested. Sure I like hot guys, but today I was more focused on the gym. When I’m there I put my headphones and pretty much try to forget what's around me. But the glimpses from that kid awoke my interest and then I started to glimpse to. Ok, so I didn't know if he was looking because he was interested of just because, as is common in a gym, you kinda look for the guy with the better body to see what he is doing. And usually I was that guy. I’m 28, pretty young myself as far as many guys go, But I have the build and look of someone older. At just 6ft I tend t tower over most guys, which adds to my own sense of confidence and natural dominance. That, and being ripped from working at the gym five days a week tends to turn the eye. I'm a pretty good view, especially for a young guy who's just starting to grow his muscles like the kid. So much looking was starting to get my juices to flow and I started to put on a show for this kid. He wanted to see muscles, I was going to indulge him I was still doing my routine but was doing my movements slower and more exaggerated, and then checking myself out at the mirrors and pulling my shirt up often to check my biceps and my abs. I could see by the corner of my eyes that the guy was looking more and more. I had to wonder if the kid still thought I hadn’t noticed him, I always made sure not to make eye contact yet, but I could feel his eyes on me often. It’s nice to have a guy fawn over you, but he had got my cock going and I'm not a very patient guy. I decided to make my move to see if was getting something from here, or else it would be better to focused on the workout and not lose time with horny kids. I got my chance when he finally left his friend on a machine and started to put weights in a bar and lied on the bench to start pressing. Seeing that he was pressing to much weight for his size (which is quite usual with cocky young guys) I went there and asked him, while he was still pressing, if he needed me to spot him. Of course he said he was ok, but I just needed to get the conversation started. "You got a nice body for a young guy. How old are you?" I asked him, while staring right into his eyes. "I'm eighteen." He said looking right back. "And I guess it's ok, I just started to workout a couple of months ago." He said back to me, returning the gaze into my eyes, such a mistake. Kids like him really don’t understand the power someone like me can have over them with a good powerful gaze. "Let me see your biceps" He got up and pulled his sleeves back to show me his arms and I touched muscles. My hand just stay there pressing and caressing without being to obvious for the other people in the gym. He just smiled. "Nice. Now let me see your abs." He pulled is shirt up, I’ll say this, the kid wasn’t nearly as ripped as me but his body was hot. The chest was hairy and nearly smooth except for a trail of fuzz leading down his shorts. I got my hand on his belly and slowly moved downwards along his treasure trail and then, after looking around to make sure no one was looking, I just grab his cock through his shorts. The look of surprise in his eyes got me even more turned on This muscles is growing nicely to" And squeezed harder, when he made no attempt to pull away, I knew I had him, I was going to breed this kid and make him beg for it. "You wanna get fucked, don’t you kid? Ditch you friend and follow me, Boy. Daddy needs that hole." He was still hesitant, but only superficially. "I don't know, I, have to grab some stuff" I smiled; I knew I had him; I could wait a little bit more. "Well, I’m ready now, but I’ll wait for you for about 15 minutes. I'll wait for you in my car in front of the gym for 15 minutes, and then I’m gone. If you show up, its your choice Boy, Oh and don't shower." I let go of his cock, which by now was rock hard, and started to walk out. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him go to meet his friend and seem to let him know he was going. I grinned; this kid’s neg ass was going to be mine. On those 15 minutes I could see the kid looking at me again and again, this time with a look full of lust but also uncertainty. It probably wasn’t the first time a guy touched him, but it defiantly seemed that no one had ever been this forward about it, more importantly it was obvious he wanted more. A couple of minutes later I was seated in my car waiting for the kid to show up. I thought back to my grip on his cock, the look of shock and, yes, fear in his eyes, I fed off that, such a turn on. As time ticked by I lost sight of him and checked the time. I was sure he would not fail me expectation. When I was starting to think I was loosing my time with this kid, I see his friend leaving the gym, all by himself, which made me wait a few more minutes. Maybe he was just waiting for his friend to go away so he wouldn't be seen with me. Wouldn’t be the first time that happened A few minutes later I saw him leaving the gym and walking to my car. I could see he was nervous but also excited. My cock surged in my shorts; already I could see this kid impaled on my raw cock. He entered my car, sat down and smiled. Time to change the rules of the game now. "Hi. So what's your name kid?" "Billy, I mean William." I smiled a little. It's always funny seeing young guys trying to measure up, to seem more mature then they are. But I also knew what younger guys look for in older stronger men. They look for a dominant man and I was going to give him exactly that. “Well William, as of now your name is “Boy” if you are very, very lucky, I may call you ‘good boy’” I said as I locked the car. I could see the change in his expression; it was the looks of excitement clashing with uncertainty. “And my name is Daddy, or Sir. That is all you need to know Boy.” I said and pulled out I started driving to my place and the kid was just looking around nervous, uncertain, and damned horny. Each time he reached to grab his cock I gave him a firm slap. “Save it for when we get back Boy.” “Y-Yes Sir!” he said quickly. How soon they learn. It was a good 10min till my place so I decided to find a bit more about my new plaything. "So you ever been fucked before Boy?" I said casually, making sure that before he could answer I put my hand on his leg. "You gonna love my cock inside you Boy, everyone does." He just smiles nervously. Such a hot smile. I pulled to my driveway and we got out of the car. I felt his ass trough the shorts with one hand and open the door with the other hand. I could see he was getting more and more excited. His cock was visibly tenant and, yes, leaking precum enough to make a wetspot. The kid continues to impress me. We entered the house and the instant the door shut and was locked I was on him. My hand when inside his shorts to check his hole straight away. It was surprisingly smoothed, puckered and really tight, as I liked. This gonna be a helluva fuck, I thought, I knew his hole would never be the same by the time I finished breeding him He made to move away from me but I just held him in the steel grip of my other arm as I continued to finger his hole. I could just drop the kid's shorts right now and fuck him right then and there. It would satisfy the primal hunger inside me, but I wanted more, I wanted to break this kid, to make him into a true slut in his very first fuck. He is squirming more now and I decide to settle him down a bit. While I’m still opening his hole with one hand, I grab his head with the other and shove my tongue down his throat. He was a good kisser for a kid, and as I turned him around to face me I figured I would turn him up even more and let his hands go. His hand were everywhere, feeling my muscular sweat slick body and trying to to pull my clothes off. I oblige and pull my sweat soaked shirt so he can admire my body. I can see the lust in his eyes as he sees my chest, ripped, hard as steel, and covered in a short soft fuzz. I'm sure the real thing was better than he had imagined as he takes in my body. The whole time I had wondered just how much of my sweat he would put up with. Im,’ a clean guy, but I have no love for chemicals or fake scents. I am a real man, and I smell like one. After a morning at the gym my body is covered in sweat and stinking of my Musk. I wait to see if he hesitates and instead he goes straight to my nipples and sucks and bites both of them with such energy, you my think he wanted to be breastfed by me. “Fuck, good boy” I say, and I hear him Moan.. That’s it, I tell myself, your want to hear me say that don’t you? He then, moves between my huge tits for a whiule before moving to my immense Bicep. He starts to actively lick the sweat along my tensing muscles and then the kids surprises me yet again as he lifts my arm up and goes after my rank armpit. Fuck, this kid did everything right, i didn't even have to guide him. My cock surges, I may have just found a natural Fuckpig, time to push things a bit more. “You like that sweat boy? You like the stink of a REAL man? Do you?” I say and begin to lower my arm. I can hear him groan a muffled ‘Yef Fir’ as he sucks the sweat from my pit, sucking the wet hair of my underarm. “Good Boy! Keep it up and make Daddy proud” I saw, and lower my arm and squeeze. His word goes dark as I cut off air from him, his face and nose is trapped in my under arm, feeding him my Man funk, getting his lungs nice and full of my musk. God its such a Power trip, I can feel him squirm as his air supply goes thin. I keep him smothered in my pit right up to the point he’ll pass out and yank him free. “Did you like that Boy?” I bark at him, his face soaked in my sweat as I watch him gasp like a fish. “Yes Sir” he says breathlessly. I smile and Spit in his face. “Then go for more Boy!” And stuff him into my other Pit, just as rank as the first. Again I feel him suck and lick, drinking my sweat. His head must be so lightheaded for now. As nice as it is ridding the power of a boy sucking pits, I had another purpose to all this. Breathing nothing but sweat for 10min solid leaves a guy light headed and weak, perfect for what I had planned when I take his hole. Finally when I felt he was about to pass out again, I pulled him free and at the same time I forced him to his knees and dropped my shorts revealing my 8" uncut cock, fat as a beer can. I’m really proud of more foreskin, it traps a mans purest funk and stink inside, I was going to love this. I yanked back his hair to make him open up for my cock. “Suck it boy, your spit is all the Lube you get,” I said as he all willingly went after my cock. Trying to get it all to his throat as only a virgin tries to do, and consequently choking on the meat. I love that sound of choking; I took it out to let him breath and shove it a second time. This time he knew better and didn't try to swallow my cock but instead start sucking it and drinking the precum that was oozing from under my heavy foreskin. He wasn’t bad as he sucked my huge cock, he didn’t even seem to mid the waxy Smegma under the foreskin as he slobbered and left it a spit covered mess. I soon got into a rhythm fucking his face for a few minutes, but what I wanted was his ass, and it was way pass time to show this boy what he was to me. Yanking my cock out I slapped his face a few times, laughing as I watched the smears of precum splatter across his lips. “Enough foreplay Boy, time to get fucked.” I said as I picked him up and took him to my bedroom, throwing him on the bed. "Get in all fours and raise your ass kid,” I shouted. His look now was a mix of horniness and immense fear. He was finally realizing he was going to get fucked by a man. Whatever he chooses to do the rest of his life, he could never erase the fact he would be fucked like a bitch. But like all young guys, whatever his head was thinking was completely blackout by what his hard cock was thinking. And his hard cock was begging for a hard fat cock to enter is ass and fuck him silly. So he got on the bed and raised his ass for me, showing me his pink tight hole. As I watched it wink, I had to wonder if he had any Idea just what I had planned for him, if he realized his life would be forever changed by what I would do to him. "Spread your cheeks with your hands" I shouted as I leaned in and licked his ass. Nice, smooth, and tasting of his own sweat. He obeyed by lowering his face to the bed and spreading those cheeks with his hands. His hole was still closed, even with his hands spreading his cheeks, but that's what you get with virgins, nice tight holes that haven't learn how to wink. I usually would just fuck away and open his hole with the sheer force of my hard cock. But I had specifically told him not to shower after the workout so I could have something to savor before I fuck him. I got on my knees on the bed and just licked his ass from top to bottom taking all the taste, sweat, ass, shit, all mix into the best taste there is. Virgin Ass The kid started to moan like a bitch. I started nibbling on his hole to force it to open and then shoving my tongue inside the ring. Fuck I could eat a kid's sweaty ass everyday for the rest of my life and I would be happy. I shove one finger inside him just making him moan more. He was not totally open but I didn't want to open him with my finger. I wanted him to feel some pain when my cock entered and tore into him wanted him to feel it totally, the pain and the pleasure, to feel and know I was taking his cherry, his virginity, his innocence. My poz cock throbbed and drooled, knowing it was getting close to its Prey. “Are you going to put a condom on?” He said. The question actually surprised me enough I lost my focus for a moment. This kid was asking me this now? On his heads and knees, ass dripping my spit, my cock throbbing against his hole, he was asking now? I frowned inside, obviously this kid was not the natural born FuckPig I had him pegged as, I needed to change that, and I knew I was going to. “Just relax boy, don’t think about it, you are here to get fucked Boy, that’s it.” I said and pressed my oozing Death Stick toward his hole, letting the foreskin slide around a it. I reached down and pulled on a nipple, making him moan and tremble, that got him. “Ok s-sir, just, don’t cum inside me” he said and I had to bite my lip not to laugh. I wasn’t going to even think of answering that, I was going to break this pig and he was going to beg for it. I spat on my cock some more and leaned in for the kill. I was going to fuck him raw so I could breed him, as I was his first. I always like to mark my territory like animals do. I was going to breed this kid so he would have my seed in him forever, something to remember the day he gave his ass like a bitch for the first, but not the last time I positioned my cock next to his hole, and grabbing his waist. “This is it boy, today you become a Fuckpig.” I said and shoved it inside with all my strength. The kid shouted in pain that echoed the room as he felt the destruction of his cherry. He bucked and tried to pull away from me but it was far too late now. I was almost all the way in and he was going to get fucked. I started to move my hard cock in and out slowly so he could recover, but I knew he still felt some pain. Still, I guess that’s what you get when you agree to get fucked like a bitch. You can’t feel sorry for pigs like this, you have to show them their place in the world, what they exist for. I'm sure the kid wouldn't want it any other way and he should have. It was like branding a café, it hurt for a while, and the mark would be with them forever. But after it, they would belong to you. He never told me to stop, even when it was apparent that it was painful, which makes me think he is going to be a bitch for the rest of his life. “There’s a good fuckpig! Your ass is mine now, your hole is mine! This what you wanted from the very begging isn’t it! “Yes Sir!” I watched his face clench in pain, I knew his hole must be ripping a bit, but I didn’t care. This was about my pleasure not his. His purpose was for me to break and breed. Another hole to get charged by my toxic poz load. I started to pick up the pace and he started to moan louder. I knew he was slowly passing into the point where pain became pleasure, that brutalizing his ass was just what he wanted now. He didn't have to tell me, I knew he wanted harder and a started to fuck like there was no tomorrow, in a way for him, there wasn’t going to be. I grabbed his shoulder and forced my poz cock deeper inside of him. There was a loud banging sound as my crotch and balls hilted his ass. This kid was going to miss the gym for a week at least. I don't know how he was going to sit at all for a few days but I really didn’t care. His ass is going to be in a bad shape, but that's what you get for being a bitch boy. I fuck him harder and harder as I sense my cum building. I feel so horny but at the same time I feel so happy for the kid. After today he is going to have my cum inside him, the cum of a Real man inside his ass forever. Already I can feel my Hot swimmers begging to bore into his ass. Gonna be full of real man juice up his bowels, and I guess that’s the dream of any good bitch. He was probably fantasizing about that back at the gym when he was looking around. Probably searching for the right man to fill that tight pussy. As My balls boil I wonder if the kid has any idea just what sort of Man he has decided to breed him. I want this to last but I know I am getting close to nutting him. “This is it FuckPig! In a few moments I’m going to breed that ass of yours! Going to fire my hot raw seed right into your ass and knock you up. Is that what you want?” The kid just moans. “What was that Slut? I didn’t hear you!” “I want it!” “What do you want slut? I say, Slam fucking into him with each word” “Want want your cum inside me!” “Beg me for it! Beg for my seed!” “Please Sir! Please Breed ME!” he says, sobbing and moaning. I laugh, time to Poz him up. “That’s it! Take my Bare load! Take my POZ Bare Load!” I push the deepest I can and fell my cock explode with an orgasm that rocks my body. I unload a torrent of hot tick juice inside of him, my balls pumping out their charge seed as I hold him tight. I dig into him as I keep cumming, my poz seed blasting his wrecked hole so much that it completely fills his ass and bowels. I watch some of the slime ooze out, as I stay rooted deep inside him. Already I can feel my Swimmers boring into him, doing their part to seed this boy. I gently almost lovingly lick his body now as my load does its work. “There’s a good boy, feel my cum in you now. It’s going to be inside you forever. A part of me is always going to be in you boy, your balls and cum will never e the same” I say as I hold him tight against me. I am surprised to hear him sobbing gently. For a moment I wonder if he realizes what I have done to him. I'm spent so I just get off him. I guess he came somewhere during the fuck because they’re cum all over the sheets. I don't care; he's just a bitch boy. If I want to give pleasure to someone I’ll get a girlfriend or a boyfriend. This kid is just a cum dump, a masturbatory tool, it's fine as long as I cum. Anyway he seems to have love it. He lies in the bed breathing heavily, hole still open and shining, some juices flowing out. I guess that the tight closed hole is gone forever. Next dude that fucks him can just shove his hard dick inside this kid without lube. I pick his clothes of the floor and throw them to the bed. "Hey kid, I have stuff to do, ok. See you at the gym". He looks at me kind surprise. What did he think, that I would cook lunch For him and we would watch Will and Grace reruns all afternoon while we Cuddle in the couch. He get up and starts to dress and walk to the door. I grab his ass while he's leaving, stick a finger inside his hole and kiss him for a couple of minutes. He smiles at me and leaves a bit happier. I guess that's better, after all I plant to dump another load inside that ass as soon as possible

The self-criticism you describe is a common phenomenon that affects many men, in large part because of the disconnect between a person’s sexuality and the sometimes unreasonable or unrealistic expectations and moral conditions the person has gained from upbringing in his society, family or religion. In your case, it seems unusual that this should emerge suddenly and unexpectedly, after a long time involved in related behavior that did not cause the feelings. Usually we would expect the reverse to be true, that repeated exposure to an activity would desensitize one to the triggers that provoke negative self-criticism. So it might be helpful for you to do a little internal digging. Ask yourself why this particular episode made you feel differently. In what ways was it uniquely different from even the most similar experience? Something had to make the difference. Listen to the specific message the negative thoughts are conveying - what assumptions, biases and judgments to they reveal? Do they all stand up to scrutiny? For instance, by what you describe, some part of you carries a notion that it is ‘trashy’ or ‘dirty’ to fuck a person whose face or body you did not see. That is a value judgment, but is it objectively true? What, specifically, makes it ‘dirty’ or ‘trashy’ to do? It isn’t that the person you don’t see is always unclean - his hygiene may be perfectly acceptable. It isn’t that the person you don’t see is necessarily poor of character - he might be a very honest and upstanding person in other aspects of his life, and is simply addressing his sexual needs just as you are. Which is a salient point: In the same way that you are. Imagine that the guy you fucked through that glory hole, after you left, said to himself: ”you dirty fucking piece of trash. You just let a guy fuck you and didn’t even see his face or body. He could have been gross, a guy you would never pick to fuck, but you let him fuck you anyway. You didn’t even care. You’re fucking disgusting.” Does your perspective change now that the shoe is on the other foot? Because you were both doing the same thing, you’re either both equally potentially gross and disgusting, or neither of you are. Then let’s take a step further back and ask what’s wrong with anonymous, random sexual intercourse. From a practical standpoint, there is risk to health, but you would face the same risk to health from bareback sex whether you were looking at him or not. Such encounters are devoid of the emotional reciprocity that enriches, and some would say is the true reward of human sexual contact - but if you weren’t looking for that kind of connection with another person at that time, then it wasn’t the point. It is possible, however, that a gloryhole encounter, being perhaps the most complete way to isolate the sex act to nothing but the point of penetration, may have amplified that lack of connection to the point that it caused you distress. Up till this point, the act of fucking another man had not bothered you. Now that something about it suddenly didn’t feel right, it may have opened an avenue for questioning and self-doubt that you have not had to cope with before, and are finding that the only immediate answers available for your self-questioning are things you’ve had to root up from deep in your upbringing. All of the above is speculative analysis based on the very little information you’ve supplied, and may be utterly off the mark for you. But it is an example of a way to cognitively approach the self-questioning that is causing your distress. You’re fine. You fucked a guy through a gloryhole. Legions of men would have loved to be you in that moment. Legions of men did exactly the same thing that night. They weren’t all dirty pieces of trash, just men doing one of the things men do. Congratulations, you’re human.

yes, thats one of the reasons i became such a bathhouse cumdumpster and porntheatre whore. i knew i could just go in and find horny men looking to use a whore like me to get themselves off. no bs, no games, no pretending to wanna date me or have any interest in me as a person at all. just sliding up into my guts and blowing loads in some trashy whore that just got bred by an unknown number of complete strangers. guys on hookup sites have a million questions, half of them are just jerking off and a number of the others pussy out. some days its good and i can make a number of pump n dump pit stops but in a porntheatre or bathhouse i can just srip naked and get used and everyone there knows i’m a fucktoy and will be super easy to fuck.

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I once blew a guy with a tiny dick who kept cumming and cumming... and cumming. Like a lawn sprinkler.

Chapter 3. Over breakfast, I asked my boy if he was serious about taking two real raw cocks at once, lubed up with a bunch of fresh cum. He eagerly agreed that that would be a fun idea. The rest of the week, I’d use some cum from the fridge and double fuck him with my dick and that cummy dildo. He loved it, exclaiming how excited he was to try to the real thing. I prodded him to admit that he’d prefer to be filled fresh cum rather than feeling it cool from the fridge. Each time we finished fucking, we’d scoop as much cum as we could into the jar. Once, after filling him up and stretching him out, I had him squat over the jar and leak out fresh seed, warmed by his hole, into it. Watching his asshole drool cum made me so wet. My boy didn’t know that I’d started an account on S**** and was sharing pics of me stretching out and railing his cummy hole. I chatted with one guy, Sam, a few blocks away from my office. Sam’s stats only included ‘Needs Discussion,’ but we never got around to discussing it. That gave me a naughty sense of hope. We met at a coffee shop and exchanged pleasantries. He thought it was crazy that I was willing to meet up with and ask to suck a stranger’s cock just to get it into my boy. Within minutes, I was on my knees, blowing this stranger’s big cock in the men’s room, not knowing his status. I slobbered all over Sam’s dick, pulling off to beg for his load, promising him that I was going to get his cum in my boy’s hole, and get it ready for his big raw cock. The guy was totally into it. When Sam was about to cum, I took his load in my mouth, my cheeks bulging, and then spat it into the jar. That night, I lubed up my raw cock and my boy’s dildo with this stranger’s load and fucked it into my boy’s greedy hole. I repeated this with my new friend every lunchtime so that by Friday, when Sam was due to come over to our place, my boy had already unknowingly taken his load several times. I left the garage unlocked and texted Sam to head on in. I told my boy he had a big surprise in store and handed him a blindfold. He grinned and put it on. I led him to the garage and had him lean blindfolded against the washer, with his perky ass pushed out, ready to be used. Sam stepped out of the shadows and nodded at me, his big cock already out, semi-hard, and shiny with precum. My boy tensed when he realized someone else was there. All of the sudden it was real for him. This wasn’t a fantasy; a stranger I procured for him was about to raw fuck and breed him, and hopefully double-stuff him along with me. I had held off on asking Sam about his status, knowing it would turn my boy on to simply not know. I lubed up my boy’s hole with some cum from the jar. I told him how I’d been spending my afternoons, blowing Sam and saving his load. My boy groaned and wriggled his butt. Sam cleared his throat and put his big hands on my boy’s cheeks spreading them wide. I slipped my cummy fingers into his hole and told him that Sam’s seed was already swimming inside him. He just groaned and pushed back on my fingers. He loved knowing that he already took a load from a stranger. Seeing Sam’s raw cock slapping my boy’s hips made me realize how much thicker and longer he was than me. I lubed up my cock with cloudy cum and pushed right into his hole, sliding in balls deep. My boy clenched down, and I knew I’d need to pull out or I’d cum too soon. My boy begged Sam to fill him up, and Sam nodded at me as he took my place. He ran his big cock up and down my boy’s slippery crack and I drizzled more cum right where the head of his dick was pushing into my boy’s ass lips. Sam took his time, pushing a few inches inside, letting my boy get accustomed to his size and then pushing in more. Once balls deep, Sam leaned forward, his weight on my boy’s body, and growled into his ear, ‘You like that big raw cock in you, boy?’ ‘YES,’ he groaned. ‘You like having my cum inside you before we even met?’ ‘YES!’ ‘Not even knowing if you’ve been taking dirty cum?’ ‘YES!!’ ‘Taking a stranger’s cum? His POZ cum?’ ‘YES!!!’ Now what had been a fantasy was suddenly real for both of us. Knowing that I’d willingly fingered and fucked this guy’s seed into my boy’s unprotected hole made me cum immediately. Sam pulled his hips back so just the head was still inside my boy. I came on his cock and he railed it into my boy’s ass adding his own load, now known to be toxic. My boy’s legs were about to give out. I laid down on the garage floor and my boy sat on my dick, laying back onto me like a mattress. Sam got on his knees between our spread legs and slid his rock-hard cock into my boy’s sloppy pussy alongside my own. I couldn’t really thrust, so I just laid there, feeling the friction of my boy’s stretched-out hole and Sam’s raw POZ cock. We repeated our dirty talk and both Sam and I lost another load inside my boy. When we were finished with him, we carried my boy to the bed and admired our work. My boy’s hole was more wrecked than I’d ever seen it and it was sloshing with a frothy blend of POZ cum. Sam got a big gloop of it on his fingers and ordered me to get on my hands and knees next to my boy. He lapped at my hole and then smeared some of the cum into my ass. I saw Sam out and then went back to bed. My boy was curled up, with his whole hand up his own asshole. We’d stretched him out so much, and gotten him so wet, that his hand slipped easily inside to the wrist. He passed out, exhausted, with his ass leaking toxic seed out around his forearm, the blindfold still covering his eyes. I got my fingers wet with the goo frothing on my boy’s wrist and moved my hand to my own ass. I played with my own cummy hole as we drifted off to sleep, working Sam’s toxic cum into my own top pussy. To be continued...

I sat sipping whisky, my ass sore, and with a deep feeling of sick satisfaction while a fine load of AIDS cum seeped out of my ass into my shorts. The guy that made the deposit sat across the bar sipping his drink, a smug look on his face. It's not every day an AIDS troll gets to pass his disease to a neg bottom. The geolocator on BBRT showed a top in the area that looked hot, a possible source of dirty, sick, deadly sex. The guy looked to be fucking hot, dirty, sick, literally. He called himself AIDSgftr. He was in his fifties, had been poz for twenty plus years, never on meds, and was highly infectious. I wanted his evil load. His pics clearly showed his sickness, wasted face and body, swollen belly, a few Kaposi's spots, but his cock was magnificent: long, hard, thick, uncut and drooling, a large PA that was sure to rip my ass open. I'd been a bugchaser for years, had taken several poz loads but none had taken, I was still neg. The sick thrill I got when some faggot pumped high VL HIV positive cum pumped into my guts had worn off quite a lot as the loads never had taken. It seemed I couldn't get infected. But as I knew that full blown guys had very high viral loads, soaring to astronomical as they neared death, taking a highly infectious AIDS load from a disease-riddled troll like AIDSgftr would be the ultimate in death bound bugchasing. I tracked him to a sleazy dive in a deserted block, all vacant lots or boarded up rattraps. The place was a magnificent example of a bottom feeder's dream, Not that old for the area, maybe from the fifties, cheaply built to start and gone downhill for 60 years. There were a half dozen old derelicts sitting at the bar. I took a seat and got a shot of bourbon. Now the AIDSgftr was very near me. BBRT showed him within 30 feet. An email popped. It had a couple of pics attached. "I'd love to fuck your neg ass and infect you with HIV, give you my AIDS. I'm full blown AIDS, and if I fuck you, I'll infect you. You know you want it. I will infect you with HIV. I will give you my AIDS." One of the pics showed him grinning toothlessly into camera while he fucked a bent over bottom. The caption above his head said, 'This can be you, tonight!' Another pic showed him fucking a really wasted, obviously diseased bottom. His grin was broader, evil, the caption chilled and excited me 'He died of my AIDS last week. You're next!' I looked over at the diseased fuck, he grinned at me, toothless mouth gaping exactly like the pic. If he could get it up long enough to ejaculate in my ass and fill my guts with billions of deadly AIDS bugs, I would get the disease I'd been seeking. He jerked his head towards the back of the bar as an email pinged on my phone, then got up and walked that way. "Bathroom, now. It's your turn to get bugged." My legs were shaky as I walked back to the bathroom, every man in the place looking at me. I wondered if they all knew I was a queer who was about to take another queer's load. That was scary. And hot. I was going to return to the bar with a load of AIDS cum in my guts. He was leaning against the sink, coat and pants open at the front, a large belly sticking out above his drooling cock. Figuring he needed help to get his diseased dick hard, I dropped to my knees and got to work. His cock was large, half hard, foreskin lapped over a large PA. I sucked eagerly as I pulled him to me, hands on his withered ass. He was soon fully erect, more than a mouthful of long, thick dick oozing lots of precum, mmm, AIDS precum, yum! A hand grabbed my hair and pulled, that was all the hint I needed. My eyes had adjusted to the light and as I rose I could see his legs, also withered and spotted with Kaposi's. The gaunt body, the belly and the spots made me queasy. I'd never seen a man as obviously diseased, but, he was plenty strong enough to push me around and his cock was big, hard and dripping. He pushed me up against the sink, grabbed my hips and humped. I bleated as the PA ripped into my hole and he pushed eight inches of meat into my ass and then started fucking hard, dropping me into bottom bitch heaven. This was the hottest sex I'd had in months! I grunted as he fucked me hard, ramming his cock into me. His hands left my hips and circled my chest, I looked at his arms and saw Kaposi's lesions, I was finally getting fucked by a guy with full blown AIDS! My dick had been hard, now it throbbed and almost shot. I had an AIDS cock fucking me! He'd ripped me when he shoved in, I felt the burn as my asshole tore. Now he was tearing me more, making me bleed, giving his bugs a clear shot at my bloodstream. I moaned and sobbed as he tore open my ass. This was the best sex I had ever had, and he was going to infect me! In fact, he probably already had. He was breathing hard, almost panting, ramming me urgently, starting to grunt softly. Fuck yeah. I knew I was about to get a gut full of AIDS cum! "Yeah bitch, fuck yeah, gonna give it to you, gonna give you my AIDS. You're gonna die from my AIDS. I'm gonna give you my AIDS, right fucking now!" I squealed and my dick squirted as he rammed in and held it still. I felt his cock swell and twitch, my ass went warm as a flood of his infected cum filled my ass. I had just taken my first load of AIDS cum! He lay on me for a few seconds, then his cock softened and slipped out. His AIDS cum ran down my leg. He pushed off me and slapped my ass. "You're a good piece of ass, bitch. We'll do this again."

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

I can feel the warmth of his boney body. The downy hair of his legs and chest and course pubic hair against me. His boney hands holding my head. My hands are around his skinny waisted torso feeling his warm skin and the hair on his back. The weight of him pressing me into the soft bed. We're urgently pressing our lips together and his soft wet tongue is in my mouth exploring everything within reach. He tastes and smells of mint from the toothpaste he's used before my arrival. His cock is hard and laying between our stomachs. It's feels hot and there's a slightly wet feeling of his pre-cum on my belly. My own penis is soft and laying downward, his testicles resting on it. His right hand moves slowly and gently down the left side of my body. He has hard calluses on his boney fingers and hands. The hands of a manual worker. He reaches my left buttock and intuitively I lift my leg so he can slide his hand and probing fingers underneath me and find my hole. My breath quickens as he finds it and rubs a finger over the around the rim. He pulls his tongue from my mouth and lifts his head slightly to look into my eyes. He has dark brown eyes, almost black. They are smiling and gazing into mine. I feel a finger probing inside me. I am totally his. I move my left leg a little further to my left and away from my body, a signal that I want him to explore further inside me. He understands this and slowly inserts a digit as deep as he can. I'm incredibly aroused. My mind blank, except for the here and now. He lifts himself off me and I open my legs, bend my knees and pull my feet up towards me. He takes hold of his member and I feel the head at the entrance to my body. Precum is leaking heavily from it and he rubs it around the rim. He's still looking into my eyes as he says gently "Your sure" I'm unable to speak. The want, need, excitement and trepidation has made me unable to reply so I nod my head. He pushes himself slowly inside me. My sphincter is still tight and causes me pain as he pushes past it and further inside me. He's big. I'm not used to anything this big. It's stretching the walls of my arse. He pushes it all the way inside me and holds it there, leaning forward to kiss me. The passion in me reaches a new high. I'm breathing deeply, I feel hot, my body craves him, my mind is totally captivated. I want his sperm inside me, to fertilise me, make me pregnant. I know that this can only happen once between two men and its going to happen now. He begins to move inside me. All the way out then all way inside. There is no lubricant other than his precum which has little effect on the friction between his cock and the soft walled tissue inside me. The friction is good. It was cause abrasions that will allow us to procreate more easily. Allow his seed to enter my body. He picks up speed. Fucking me, breeding me as it should be done. My arse feels wonderful sore and full. We're both sweating. He's working hard at his task, ploughing into me, the need to plant his seed is his only purpose in life. He knows it maybe his last chance to pass on his dna. He's is very thin, boney and his face is gaunt. Physically he doesn't look capable of the fucking he's giving me. It's obvious all the energy he has left is being used and its pure determination to reproduce is all that's driving him on. He fucks me for at least ten minutes then his eyes widen and he looks into mine. I can't tell if he's smiling or crying as he cries out and thrusts his cock as deep as he can and ejaculates a huge wad of thick creamy hiv infected sperm into my guts. He collapses onto me and we frantically hold onto each other tightly. I'm overwhelmed by the feelings I have and ejaculate my negative sperm between us coating our stomachs. We kiss passionately and lay still recovering from our orgasms. We lay like this for a time reflecting on what we've done. We have both achieved our goal. Rest is what we need. We both fall asleep.

I do get pleasure from being ball busted. It requires starting out mild followed by gradually increased intensity. Having my balls carefully chewed is a real thrill. Poppers can certainly enhance the experience. My husband can barely climax unless his balls are either being struck, or pulled and squeezed hard.

Broadly speaking, I agree with you. But here's the thing: I get messages on the apps from people 5,000 miles away. I get messages from guys who describe themselves as "sissy bottom looking for rough Top Daddy" even though my own profile says I'm a bottom - not versatile, a bottom. I get messages from people whose first question is "where are you from?" even though every profile I create lists my city and state. I get messages from people who open with "Looking for tonight?" even though my profiles always state "I plan ahead for sex, almost never looking for "right now". I don't respond to those idiots. If they can't bother to read a fucking profile and UNDERSTAND the words before sending me a message they've forfeited any claim to a polite response declining what they're offering, so to speak. It's a mystery to me how people that stupid don't drown looking up at the rain wondering where all that water is coming from.

Absolutely love the extra feelings a PA'd cock creates in my hole, especially as it pushes past my rings

absofuckinglutely first of all, it won't hurt if you're both doin it right, second of all big dick just hits different. sure, maybe you don't want to finish every meal with the triple brownie fudge sunday but my god, i feel bad for anyone who's never had one 😜

The biggest HARD monster cock I have seen belonged to the late Joel Taylor of TV show "Storm Chasers". He passed away from a Ecstasy overdose while partying on a gay cruise ship. He was in the closet but liked to "show the beef" on places like Scruff. Guys with a monster should know or learn to open up their partners hole GENTLY with finger massage. One finger, two fingers, until four fingers side by side fit easily, gently massaging the inner opening with lube. The biggest ones will go in easily. I'm sure guys like Joel had to go easy on their partner to avoid damage.

I want my belly bloated it's so full of cum. And I would really like to have a couple black men that can text me anytime and I drop what I'm doing just to run to them for a good feeding. Just text, Hungry? And I'll be on my way 👄

Maybe - but from a Top's perspective, and one who loves that "connection" I sometimes go on about, there are only so many bottoms that understand that possibility of connection. For many (both T & b), it's the wanton behavior that's so compelling, and that's perfectly ok. For some, it's the wanton behavior and the chance of "connection" that's so compelling.

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

Ballbusting - by which I assume you mean impact play on the testicles - is an aspect of a broader category of Cock & Ball Torture, or CBT, as it’s termed in BDSM circles. It’s not called torture because it tickles (though tickle torture is a thing). There is some inconsistency in how people use the term ‘ballbusting’ - some apply it to any impact on exposed testicles, even light swats or thumps, while others reserve the term for harsh or heavy blows that might be delivered with force. Some may even extend the use to any force that could ‘bust’ a testicle, such as compression or flattening in a ball press. I have had various forms of testicular torture performed on me, including mild to moderate impact, flattening in a ball press, electroshock, and needle perforation. I’ve never enjoyed any of it. You’re not supposed to enjoy it. In my experience, there’s a visceral sense of sympathetic pain that most men instinctively feel when seeing another man experience pain in the testicles, and thus I have found that it takes a Dominant with something of a Sadistic streak in him to want to inflict it. My former master was one such, and was known at one point to have flattened a sub’s nuts to a thickness of 1/8” in a ball press (about half the thickness of your pinky finger). He didn’t take me quite that far. To your question: Why? …Good question. It certainly isn’t because I enjoy the pain, and if I were being selective about hookups I would take a pass on anyone whose profile said he enjoyed ballbusting. Yet I’ve submitted to a good deal of it. It’s not that I feel a need to be punished, either - I don’t submit out of a sense of inadequacy or contrition or guilt. I suppose I endure it because it pleases the man I’m with, and more than anything else, I wish to please him. I want to please him so badly that I’ll let him hurt me where it hurts the most. And if, when I’m gasping from the pain in my nuts, he happens to say, “Good boy. You’re doing well. Want some more?” I’ll probably say, “Yes, please, sir.” Which is why I avoid the situations to start with now. I can only say that if you’re unsure whether ballbusting is right for you, an extended period of testing will be unnecessary - if you try it once, you’ll know immediately. Chastity and orgasm control/denial are a completely different and unrelated set of practices and aren’t considered a part of CBT. The psychology behind it is complex, and is rooted in dynamics of control. I can’t say I fully understand the appeal. Though I’ve been through a relatively short trial of chastity control (about a month) my Master was more about forcing orgasm to excess than denying it.

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?”

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

one time i was in a porntheatre fully naked on my hands and knees getting throatfucked and assfucked by a series of horny straight guys, regulars, random pigs and homeless men. i had started that visit by sucking off several men in the booths while nude before going into the wideopen theatre. i didnt bother putting on any clothing or wiping the cum off my face between the booth and the theatre so severeal guys actually saw the cum all over my face. one guy actually asked what was on my face and when i said cum, he asked whos and i told him i have no idea but it was several loads. so while i was down onmy hands and knees on in the dirty porntheatre getting my ass repeatedly fucked and bred i still had cum on my face. i stayed for couple hours and got fucked by about a dozen strangers (i went at a busy time). the third last guy turned out to be my boyfriend. he fucked me then said “take my load you fucking whore” and i recognized his voice and turned around. he just pulled out and left while the next guy mounted me. i stayed and took loads from the last few guys. turns out he went in to get a quick blowjob and found me in there getting used and decided to watch 7 men fuck me before he couldnt resist. he said he knew i was a slut but had no idea i go places like that and let strangers run a train on me. he was pissed at first but admitted it turned him on. so the next week he started taking me to bathhouses and porntheatres regularly to watch randoms breed me. soon after he started posting dirty ads and whoring me out online on a regular basis.

I am a married man that toys his ass until it is gaping open when no one is around. I just took a big from a guy I met off here and he literally used me for almost 24 hours “with sleep”, but literally he just fucked me all day with it on tape. We didn’t really talk. We just drank, smoked weed and fucked 8-9 loads into me. I finally did it and I’m craving more dick before my 4 days alone are gone.

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.

Had just finished gymming and I was horny for some gloryhole action. The thrill of the chase, putting my ass against the wall and waiting until I feel the poke of a hard cock, drives me wild. Every time I go in, I always get multiple loads and I wonder how many today will score me. I walk in, go to the back past the wall lurkers and am in my booth with just enough time to take off my shorts when I hear the door close on the other side. Without having to even touch it, in pops this hung white daddy dick ready to fuck and I lube up and in he goes. I start riding it and within two minutes my hole is dripping his seed. As soon as he zips up and is out, the process begins and I ended up with 14 cocks unloading in me during that hour. I think the best fuck was when I walked in and this older and kind of pudgy straight guy saw me walk in. I love that I’ll take all loads as long as the tops cock is hard. He seemed hesitant at first but wanted to load me and was rock hard in the hall. Once I saw his shoes on the other side, after I had him buried inside my ass for a couple minutes I hit the buddy booth and let him watch through the now frosted glass as his cock slid in my hole, leaking loads all over his dick. He loved it and gave me one of the biggest loads. Can’t wait to take some anon cum again today.

Part 2 This is the second part of my story about how I accidentally got locked by a FWB in NYC. Here I am lying in this hotel room in Chicago. Knowing I have a flight later in the day that takes me back to base. The base where I live. The base that hopefully has a spare key to this cock cage. I haven’t looked at my phone as of yet but I know that on it is an unanswered text from my mystery man from the club asking me if I’m still locked. I’m just not ready to acknowledge to him that I am still in fact locked. I just need time to process what is happening. But most of all I need to cum. I can feel the strain on my cock and balls from now being caged for over 36 hours from my unexpected reroute resulting in me not making it back to NYC to be released. What on earth was I thinking? Why would I allow myself to stay locked for another day?! All that resonated in my head was that cumshot I had from getting my boycunt absolutely destroyed by that tall dark and handsome Italian. I slowly felt my hand that had migrated down to my taint and started feeling the outer ring of my hole. It was pouty, I knew without even looking it was stretched out a little still. It had been over 20 hours since I had anything in it. But the evidence lingered from the 5 loads I took inside the Eagle. That’s when I heard my phone ding. I froze knowing it was a text. Was it him? Was it Johnny? Was I ready to admit I liked this cage? Not to mention how my boycunt was still hungry? Most of all was I ready to admit that that anal cumshot I experienced was one that shattered mankind's history and would be heard of for generations to cum? Yeah, I’m not ready to tackle that thought just yet. I need to get this cage off. It’s messing with my mind and it’s only been 2 days. So I stopped exploring my newfound boycunt and reached for my phone. It was a scheduling update. My Trip that I was on was canceled. There was a Deadhead on my calendar sending me back to Dallas. There I would be released and have 2 days off. My mind went straight to Johnny and I knew then I had to plan to get my key back or hope I had a spare. Me: So I need my key. It’s got to come off if I have to go to the ER for help. If I don’t have another Key at home you have to meet me. Please………. I knew Johnny would take his time responding so thats when I texted my mystery man. Seeing that text again with the simple words of “Still Caged?” It’s like I could hear his voice in my head. Deep and raspy. Excluding the level of confidence that made my hole quiver. Something came over me, I felt the need to respond. For a lack of better words “please him”. So I typed out simply “yes”. I sat there looking at the thread trying to will the 3 little dots to pop up to show that he was typing but about 5 minutes later I gave up and closed out of that app. Laid my head back in frustration. At this point, I was fully aware of the tightness of my hole. The hunger from deep inside my opening. That’s when I opened up my grindr put back on that jock that hug my ass perfectly and exposed my locked cock through the fabric and snapped a picture. Wrote the headline with the two-eyes emoji with a padlock. Then started scrolling the hole time playing with my hole. That’s when I got my first message……. HungKink: ass up? Me: can be, I’m caged ok? HungKink: How many loads this far? Me: None today 6 the other night… HungKink: Wya? Be ass up cage out. I don’t have much time so let’s link. I started to hesitate was I going to do this? All I could see was this guy’s shirtless picture. Says he is 5’11” and 160 pounds. But something about the picture showed he was older. But I could tell he worked out. Kept in shape and I knew my hole was hungry but was I going to be this guy? Was I going to allow this man to come use me while locked? HungKink: sent me a picture of him holding the base of his cock with it pointing at the camera with a slight curve down. Big head turning a slight purple from him squeezing the base. The skin pulled tight down the shaft with this large vien doing down one side wrapping up to the top behind the head. with the text saying “Ready Now?” At this point, all hesitation went out the window…..I sent the location and the room number and jumped up to quickly shower. He told me he’d be there in about 20 minutes. I was drying off and pulling my jock back up when his text came in. HungKink: here coming up be ready I jumped on the bed and poured some lube on my hole and quickly fingered into me. I could feel my hole relax faster than I had in the past. Like it was finally getting what it wanted. It was turning into a boycunt. That’s when I heard the door push open. You could hear his steps walking towards me on the bed. Feeling the warmth from his body. But he didn’t touch me. He walked right past me. Towards the window in the hotel room. Pulled the curtains shut and all the light left the room. That’s when I heard him stepping out of his clothes and hearing the belt clinch against itself as he folded up his clothes and sat them on the armchair in the corner. My eyes began to adjust and I turned slightly to look in his direction. I could see the jeans folded and then he took off his shirt reaching up from the collar to pull it straight up and over his head. On his left shoulder blade was a badge of some type with a ribbon crossing the center from each side. That’s when I realized it was a Chicago Fire Department memorial tattoo. With how defined his back was I knew he had to either be on active duty with them or recently retired. Just then my boycunt made its presence known. It relaxed and gapped with a slight pop. He quickly turned to look and our eyes met. He had a salt and pepper haircut cut short around the sides into a fade and just a slight length on the top. He snapped “Look away now”. I ducked my head into the pillow and said sorry. He walked over and I felt that head of his cock touch my crack. It had to be as big as a cutie orange. The heat that came off that cock felt like a branding iron melting into my tunnel. That’s when there is added pressure from him pushing into me. I felt the burn, my hole was open but not enough to accept his massive tool. He leaned forward and grabbed the poppers and tossed them beside my head and demanded me to use them while he added more lube to his cock. Asking if I was ready and I couldn’t find my voice I just shook my head yes. “Take one more inhale.” He started pushing in, with no sign of letting up. I started wincing and a whine and whimpering just a little. But then he leaned over and grabbed my cage. He shook it, pulled it. rolled my balls to the point I was biting my pillow and that was when I realized he was buried to base in me. The slight pain I was receiving helped him reach my deepest ring. He let go of my cock and grabbed both of my arms pulled back my arms and it raised me off the bed. I knew it was going to be rough. Boy was I not ready. The power in his thighs proved he had spent countless hours in the gym over the years and he was making sure I was on the receiving end of that power drive. Once he pulled out completely I could feel the magnitude of his cock. It let the cold air fill me and I then realized I was covered in sweat and hungry for more. “on your back”. I flipped and almost threw myself off the bed I was so ready. He grabbed my legs pushed them back against my chest and put them together with my cage pocking out the back of my legs. Then he resumed his pumping. My balls were getting tickled by his pubic hair. Plus the slight curve up from his cock was hitting on my button. My boycunt was in full drive. It became slicker and open for this Alpha man. He had this motion that bucked in and up driving me absolutely crazy. He showed no sign of letting up and I was building. The feeling deep in my cavity of a boycunt. It was like a wind-up toy that was reaching its limits. My caged cock started leaking to the point it was almost like I was pissing. I was clawing at the bed and getting my head beat into the headboard with all his force. IT WAS HEAVEN!! My boycunt was how I was receiving this pleasure. I needed it. I finally screamed out “MORE, GIVE ME MORE SIR!” That was all it took. He started shaking my caged cock and rolling it around while giving me all of his 8.5 inches. Never showing a sign of fatigue. That’s when it happened my eyes rolled back I lost consciousness and my whole body shook. This orgasm was amazing but was only a 1/10th of what I had last night. But it was needed. I’m still not sure how long I was out but I became aware of what happened when he slapped my face and said “Are you ready for my load?” to which I still didn’t understand how I could respond but barely said the words “please sir”. He bred me deep, long, and pulled out and moved to give me the last two spurts of jizz in my mouth. Telling me to clean it up. I swallowed everything I could swallow. Licked at his cock. Until he started spasiming from sensitivity. He walked away and into my bathroom of the hotel for a couple of minutes while I lay there with the weight of my body melting into the bed. I was spent. If it was possible my balls would have shriven up from emptiness from the amount of cum that came out of me. It shook the bed and matted my hair on my legs. It was a badge of honor to serve that Firefighter. About that time he walked out of the bathroom and right to his clothes. No words were spoken. But as he got his belt on he walked towards the door and said “Your phone was ringing while you passed out”. As the door closed, I reached for my phone and had a missed call from Johnny and two texts from my Italian. To Be continued…….. ****Message from Me**** This has been my first attempt at writing a story for people to read. So far it is exciting. I hope it gives me something to do during my hotel stay. Let me know if you want to hear more or something different.

I woke up the next day with a raging hard on. The dildo slipped out of my pussy during the night, and there was a puddle of dry cum under me. It was a work day and I should get up as soon as possible and go to the office. But I all I could think of was how to get another dick because I AM JUST A SLUT! PART THREE I started wanking to give my hard cock some release. I believed that it would solve the issue for the duration of the office hours. I had to stick the dildo back in my pussy to enjoy the wank. After just couple minutes, I shot a big load all over my body. I got up from bed to go pee and then I went to my terrace to have a cig. Just as I lit it up, mere minutes after I shot my load, my dick was again getting hard and at that point, the pussy-itch came back with all of it’s power. I could not imagine going to the office immediately, so I took advantage of the fact that my working hours are not clearly set and nobody will worry If I come hour later. I jumped in a shower to douche and after that, I opened all the dating apps which I use to search for bare cock. I was lucky in an instant...I got a tap from a faceless profile, it just said that it’s married guy wanting to unload on a way to work, on the same route which I take! I messaged him to let him know that I am willing to offer my bare ass. Immediately, I received a reply that he will pick can pick me up in ten minutes. Lucky, lucky me! He was there even little sooner than 10 minutes after all, arriving just as I walked out of the door. He was good looking guy, nice suprise! I hopped in is car and noticed that his cock is out...and big! Just upon saying hello, I decided to take advantage of the fact that he’s drinving a van which has the cabin way above the cabins of regular cars and started blowing his cock as we drove. His dick was so comfy to suck that I forgot about the surroundings completely. After short time, I suddenly heard the engine being turned off. I opened my eyes to notice that we’re in some dirty dead-end road in some old, probably unused industrial area. In to time we moved to the back of the car which provided nice and comfy fucking place. Just as I wanted to take his dick back in my mouth, he stopped me to say „No, I would unload in your mouth immediately!“ I felt honored, but got the hint...I turned around to show him my horny pussy. „Oh my, it’s so beautiful!“ was all I heard him say before I felt his tongue on it. He started eating me like crazy. I was moaning like a tiger, loved every second. How come that married guys are often so good ass-eaters and fuckers, I don’t know...but I certainly don’t mind it. This guy deep-tongued me wildly and with apparent appetite. At one point I ended up almost thinking that I will not get his dick after all, but just couple seconds after I had this thought, I felt his dickhead on my pussy. He took no mercy with me and in one move, he thrusted his beautiful cock in my pussy balls deep. I was in heaven. My pussy was slightly loose from yesterdays fun but his big dick still stuffed me full. I felt his huge balls hitting my prostate and all I could think of was how big his load could be...I hoped that there must be a lot to unload in those big balls, and I was soon to find out. After some genuine tough fucking, he started fucking me even harder, while his rapid breathing indicated that he could not keep it for much longer. I started begging for his load loudly to get him to the edge, and it paid off. In couple seconds, he started screaming with passion while I felt the warm sperm inside my pussy. I was not mistaken, this felt like really big load. „17 days with no release,“ he suddenly said just as If he was reading my mind, „thank you for your incredible man-cunt!“ he added. I feld proud again, having just served a horny married man who did not hesitate to unload in some random slut. He stayed inside me for couple more minutes while we were hugging and kissing. Then we helped each other get back to the look suitable for going to work 🙂 I kept touching his bulge while he drove me back to nearest public transport station. We shared one final kiss and went our separate ways. I arrived to the office right in time for bi-weekly call with colleagues. I felt really naughty sitting there, listening to the presentation someone was just having on the call, while feeling the cum in my pussy. For entire day, it was incredibly difficult to focus on work. All I could think of were dicks of anon strangers. I had to go wank to the bathroom two times to just be able to read e-mails. I am pretty sure that all my work that day was lame and full of mistakes. On top of that, the time did not fly. One hour it was 12, and what felt like hour later was still just 12:05. The slower the time felt, the more I was looking forward to go back to cruising place in the evening. I was imagining various strangers of all looks and dick sizes to fuck me hard and unload in me, and no other thoughts were actually able to catch my attention, even though I had some non-sex thoughts during the day, too...but each time just for couple seconds. By the time 11PM came, my heart was pounding like crazy as I was walking towards crusing place again. I was so horny. I could clearly feel that my pussy is wide open and in need of some anon bare dicks. I had no expectations as to who I might meet there, just focused on wanting dicks. It soon turned out that this might have worked it’s magic. Just as I entered the park, somebody just flashed his cell phone flash light at me from the nearby bush. I felt no fear walking in. To my awe, there was a very sexy, very athletic looking grey wolf around 55...wearing tight shorts and some sporty knee socks. His shorts were so tight that even upon squeezing his crotch hard, it felt that he has a smaller dick, but I was soon in awe again when I unzipped his shorts and suddenly, quite big soft dick fell out from them into my hand and started getting hard...and big...very rapidly. I wasted no time and started sucking. In just seconds, his cock grew really big in my mouth. Not the longest that I’ve had, not the thickest that I’ve had, but definitely he was in at least XL category. I tried to deepthroat it as much as I could, but unfortunately my throat does not come along with huge dicks as easily as my pussy does, so I could only take around 2/3 of his dick. I knew that my pussy could provide much better experience to this big cock than mouth, so I stood back up after some more sucking and turned around to offer my hole. He accepted the invitation and started pushing his nice tool inside me. I was lucky to have second XL bare dick of the day inside me and it felt amazing. As I stated before, I rarely ever feel the slightest discomfort with huge dicks, and this one was no exception. I don’t know how to desrcibe it properly, but in some way having such cock in my pussy feels like the cock just found it’s home. As this sexy guy pumped my pussy hard, the bush right next to me started moving. In couple seconds, yet another nice guy appeared right in front of me, with his dick already out and hard, nearing my face. I had no other choice than to open my mouth and welcome the stranger, surprised of yet another XL dick! He started face fucking me while cheering the guy who was fucking me. It had it’s effect, and the guy behind me started using my hole even harder. I had to focus on pleasuring the two really thoroughly as at some points I felt like I’m gonna end up having anal orgasm and shoot my load without even touching my dick. My hard work paid off as soon the guy who was face fucking me shot a decent load in my throat. I enjoyed swallowing his load so much, but had to keep holding good for the guy who was fucking me. While he gave me an excellent fuck, he was the quiet kind of fucker, so I didn’t feel him nearing his load as the guy from morning...suddenly I just felt his warm load spreading inside me while he slowed down the pace of his fucking. Anyway, I was pleased to have his load and again felt proud as proper slut should feel. We said goodbye to each other and I decided to sit on nearby bench for couple minutes to have a joint. While I was enjoying the smoke, the park started seeming dead-silent. From where I was sitting, I had pretty good overview of large part of the park and within the 10 or so minutes of my chill time, I noticed no people anywhere, no movement, not even some small animals rustling around. While I enjoyed the suck/fuck hookup with the two sexy guys, the thought of the fun being over for the night made me little sad. I decided to keep hanging around the park for some more time. It could have been like a full hour of „ok, 10 more minutes and I go home“, but the park seemed as empty as it could possibly be. I started slowly walking back to the main park entrance, while peeking to the bushes around, but no sight of anybody. Just as I was about to check the very last set of bushes before exit, I heard a very slight movement somewhere around. I peeked into one of the bushes and there was a young guy around 20, again very good looking. It must have been some kind of lucky day. He motioned to me to come closer and take care of his cock. I did not object. I started sucking his half hard cock and again, it grew to very respectable dimensions. He had a nice thin soft foresking which was a pleasure to play with. I was hoping for more, though, so I asked him If he’d like to fuck me. Unfortunately he only wanted good blowjob. I felt little sorry, but on the other hand as I was enjoying blowing his dick a lot, I had no real issue with going on sucking. I was again doing my best to pleasure him, changing from deepthroating to mild and sensitive foreskin play. I found oral play with this guy very hot after all, and again totally forgot about the surroundings. I had no chance to ever notice that while I was sucking the guys dick, another guys had sneaked behind my partially stripped butt. Suddenly in the midst of deepthoating the first guy, I felt some hands pulling my pants lower and exposing my butt in jockstraps in full. For a tenth of a second it startled me as I heard nobody coming in, but I quickly got used to the situation and didn’t even stop sucking the first guy for a second to turn and see who was there. I just continued providing my best possible service to the first guy, while the anon stranger behing my started pushing a finger in my pussy. It felt like quite a thick finger which I always loved. He knew how to finger the slut indeed. He was circling his finger around the hole both outside and inside, massaging my prostate, pushing the finger in an out in random and unexpected rhytms, all which you can imagine when speaking of good finger playing. This guy’s timing for adding more fingers was top-notch. And not even knowing who is he made it so hot. I kept sucking the first guy for like 10 more minutes and for entire time, I was enjoying the best finger fucking I ever had in my life. I am sure that it will take many years to have a better fingering experience...If it will ever come. The first guy was enjoying the show, too...he kept cheering for the guy behind me and his cock was rock hard in my mouth, clearly about to shoot the load down my throat in upcoming seconds. When he started cumming, the guy behind me stuck three of his thick fingers in my pussy as deep as possible and praised the first guy for using my mouth. I swallowed every drop and made sure that I cleaned his dick well. Only after kissing the guy goodbye, I finally turned to see who’s behind me, still fingering my ass good. For a moment, I ended up speechless. This definitely was the lucky day! I never before thought of having some preferable type of guy, but now he was standing in front of me, or more precisely behind me, and he was perfect. The total alpha male. Ancient god. Tall, muscular, so handsome that it could literally make the ice melt. He looked like mix of young Bruce Willis and Xander Berkeley, with a hint of John Hamm. I think I fell in love with him in some way, upon first sight. „You are so beautiful!“ was all I managed to say while moaning upon feeling his thick fingers in my pussy. He gave me the killer smile and that took the rest of words from me for quite some time. I imagine that this is what Seventh heaven feels like. He was there, a perfect man, smiling at me with lust in his eyes, fingering me beautifully and...holding by far the biggest cock of the night in his other hand. It must have been like 25 cm and so nicely thick. Immediately I wanted to bend down to take it in my mouth, but he stopped me half-way through: „I can’t let you suck my dick, I would cum to soon.“ His manly deep voice was so calming that I gave up on my need of sucking with no problem, turning back around to allow him for better access to my pussy. He must have been enjoying fingering me as much as I did as he spent around 15 more minutes doing that and it did not get boring for single second. Ocasionally, he removed his fingers to spit on them to moisture my pussy more, even though he quickly recognized that there is already one load inside me. Each time he removed his fingers, I felt so empty and could not wait to get them back. He knew this and started teasing me very naughtily, taking his time before sticking his fingers back to my pussy and getting me hornier and hornier with every second. At one point, he was giving me the most beautiful prostate massage when he suddenly removed his fingers and kept me waiting. He was squeezing my buttocks and spitting on my hole for quite some time, making me begging for sticking the fingers back. Just as I said „Please, my pussy needs it bad,“ I suddenly felt the head of his dick on my hole and immediately, he started pushing in. As huge as his cock was, again I had it balls deep in my pussy in no time, and having it in me proved that this is really a man just for my needs. It literally felt like I was born for his specific cock, thousand times better than feeling dick of any guy I ever loved. My alpha man proved to be even more excellent fucker than finger fucker. He started sliding back and forth slowly, but full length, which was amazing feeling. I find it hard describing properly how did it feel when he switched to more rapid pace, especially as I got hooked on his dirty talking. As he was giving me the fuck of my life, he started calling me slut...and cunt...bitch who wants nothing else than to walk around the park with pussy full of cum, offering it to more strangers…calling me the whore who needs him load...All I could reply was „Yes.“ or „You’re right“, which sent him over the edge soon. He just managed to add: „You fucking horny slut!“ before pushing his dick as deep as possible and shooting ropes and ropes of cum. I felt every stream hitting my insides and there were lots of them. At that point, I was again speechless. I was just moaning heavily, thinking that while all the today’s fucks were top-notch, the previous guys seem like average experience compared to this perfect total alpha man. If sluts can feel something like a true love for the random fucker, I think I feel it. Till now. The guy spent around 10 more minutes with me, just thanking each other for amazing experience and having small casual talk. Entire time we have been smiling at each other like crazy and while we admitted to each other that we’re partnered, I believe that we both felt that we’re on the same wavelength. He hugged me before saying goodbye and for a moment, I ended up standing there just replaying the experience and wondering how is it even possible to meet such perfect man on crusing place. Writing this post week later, I still feel little bit of some kind of love to this man, even though I had 16 other guys in between, starting with the one who came to me while I was wondering about the perfect man, still on the same place just minutes after the perfect man came. I was still in some sort of trance when I felt the newcomer pushing his cock to my cummy pussy. I did not resist and let him slide in balls deep, again to feel that it is nice XL dick. I bent deeper to let him have full access and he spent no time switching to rough fuck with no mercy. I did my best not to let much cum leak outside my hole as I wanted to feel it there as long as possible, but I could feel a stream of it leaking out and slowly flowing down along my leg. It felt hot and made my balls want to release, too, but I wanted to cum only after getting back home. I focused all my mind to my pussy just in time to feel the man’s dick shooting his load inside me. He pulled out soon afterwards, said Bye and disappeared in the bushes. I felt good and used, although I have to say that this last fuck couldn’t compare to the alpha man even in the wildest dream. Anyway, I called it quits for the night and went back home. On my way, the cum in my hole felt so good. All the guys today seemed to be heavy cummers and my pussy felt full. I even had to stop the walk at times and tighten my pussy as much as possible in order to not let all of the cum leak out. I managed to somehow make it to home while loosing just a tiny bit of cum. I was glad that it was night, because my slutwalk must have been pretty obvious even for the nuns. Only after getting home and creating a comfy place to lay on with legs wide apart, I allowed myself to let the cum flow out, but not before I set up a phone camera to take a video of that. While I felt all the cum leaking out, I could not believe how much of a cum it feels to be, yet I ended up shocked about the volume when I looked under me. I had to lick it before shoving dildo in my ass again. Only then I could shoot my load. The video did not turn out well unfortunately, but I keep trying. TO BE CONTINUED.

So, apparently, a neighbor saw me sneaking up to the carport to fuck my married friend and told the wife something was going on. Then he had to make up some lies to cover. With that option off the table, he asked me to meet him in the carport of an abandoned house close by. It was dark and secluded, and I fucked him like the cum whore he is.

Boys are meant to take cock and cum, whichever way they take it. Bottoming wasn't something I wanted, I couldn't imagine how I could enjoy that. When I was popped, I thought it was all about pleasuring him, which I wanted to do, so I didn't fight it. It hurt at first, enough that I cried. But once I relaxed and got used to it, it started feeling good. That amazed and surprised me. I had no idea that was possible. He came harder inside of me than he ever had in my mouth, and he'd cum hard in my mouth many times! Lying there afterwards, with his cum absorbing into my body, I felt different. I couldn't stop thinking about it, how his dick made me feel when it was deep in my ass. It felt strange and embarrassing at the time, but I knew I wanted it to happen again.

I like going from mouth to ass and back to mouth again. Sometimes multiple times during the same fuck.

Love the feeling of the cock getting bigger and the breathing rapid then the cum itself

I was on a business trip, staying overnight in a hotel. Fired up Growler to see what might be available in the area. Plenty of hot guys, but just like at home - nobody talked. What's up with that? Came across a dude with some piercings and tats. He looked pretty dangerous, and pretty damn hot too. The fact that his profile had "poz" in it got my bone going. Guess he saw I looked at him because soon he sent me a message asking "What's up?" I told him I was from out of town and was seeing what I could find. I told him I'm vers but was really in a mood to get fucked. He was in a mood to do some fucking, as it turns out. He unlocked his pics to reveal a fat uncut dick. Maybe 7" and really thick. He wanted to know if I bareback. "Um, yea, I do bareback, but I'm neg" I told him, thinking that would end the conversation as it usually does. "Fuck yea" was his reply. I was really really nervous about it but my horniness won out, so I told him where I was staying. I figured the chances were he wouldn't show up. And if he did, we could get off in other way besides fucking. So I was somewhat surprised awhile later when there was a knock at the door. My heart was pounding like crazy. I couldn't believe I was going to actually do this! I looked through the peephole. He looked just like his pic. At 6'2" and stocky, he was taller and heavier than am I. Part of my brain seriously considered just staying quiet and pretending nobody was there, but instead I found myself opening the door. He started stripping down as soon as he got inside the room. That fat, uncock cock was half-hard and leaking a little. I got down to look at it more closely and take a taste. Was awesome - sticky and salty. After a little head he pulled me up and shoved his tongue down my throat. "I wanna fuck" was all he said. Not one for foreplay, I guessed. "How do you want me?" I asked. "On the edge of the bed, legs up." I shucked my shorts and sat on the edge of the bed where he sucked on my dick for awhile. He then grabbed the Gun Oil from the nightstand and slicked up his dick, then my hole. I laid back and he lifted my legs up to his shoulders and started to tease my hole with the slick head of his cock. The head was so shiny and smooth. By now he was leaking a lot. Not sure the Gun Oil was even needed there was so much. "Are you ready for this?" he asked. Scared shitless, all I could do was grunt. He took that as a yes and pressed his cockhead into my hole. I could feel it going in and the thickness became apparent very quickly. It kind of hurt, but he slowed down so I could get used to it. And that was just the head. Eventually I relaxed and he started pushing in further. When I could feel his cock rubbing past my prostate I just about lost it, but kept it together and he slowly pressed in fully. He held it there awhile. Pressing in and relaxing. Not really fucking, but moving just enough so I could get used to it. My cock was rock hard at the sight of him. There he was, looking like *****'s errand boy, my legs up on his shoulders and his dick in my ass. This is something I would never have dreamed of doing just a couple years ago. But I love dick, love cum, and know that eventually this will lead to becoming poz. I've accepted it as inevitable, but the reality of what was going on at that moment had me terrified and turned on all at the same time. He started pulling out and pushing back in. Slowly at first, with long strokes. Eventually his fucking became more insistent. I could feel his cock getting thicker in my ass. "You sure you want this?" he asked. "Yea" was all I could say. "You really neg?" he asked. "Yea" I said. "Fuckin A" he replied. "I ain't shot in a week, so you're gonna get a fat load" he grunted. And then it happened. I could feel it. His cock suddenly swelled and he shoved in and held it. I could feel that fat cock pulse as that poz cum shot in my ass. "Take that load pig" he yelled. To my surprise I grabbed his ass and pulled him in as tightly as I could. I felt his cock pulse more, shooting deep. A couple strokes on my cock and I sprayed cum all over my chest. It was an intense and deep orgasm so strong I was afraid I might have pinched his cock off in my ass. He slowly pulled out with a plop. His spent cock retreating into its hood. He lay down next to me on the bed and kissed me. Post-orgasm, I was starting to comprehend what I had done. This could be it. This could be the end of my life as an HIV negative person. Holy shit, what did I just do? He asked why I was being so quiet, so I told him what I was feelng. The enormity of it. "No big deal for me" he stated. "I just live my life and don't worry about it." "Do you have side effects from the meds?" I asked. "Yea, sometimes" he replied. That's why I'm taking a drug holiday right now." "You're not on meds?" I whispered. "No, been off them for a couple months" he replied. Fuck.

Pure fiction; kind of sappy and slow at times. Jonathan was 22 years old, 6' and a half inch tall, 174 lbs, and covered in a soft pelt of fur. For how tall he was he felt his 5.5" cock wasn't suited to topping so he almost always bottomed. He hated the feeling of condoms, it always felt like they were giving him friction burns no matter how much lube he used, so he preferred to bareback. Not wanting to catch anything he tended not to hook up with strangers or guys he didn't know very well. He had a few boyfriends over the years and he was always willing to turn his friends into friends with benefits so he could bareback safely. In college he'd discovered breeding zone and made a profile just to help keep track of the best the jack-off material. At first the bug-chasing sections made him sick to think about, but within months he found they turned him on more than he ever thought possible and his taste in porn began to change. At first condom porn was fine, then bareback only, and soon only the rare videos of bottoms begging for poz cum and tops telling their bottoms they're being pozzed could get him off. Curious about taking a poz load he made a BBRT account and hit up several poz, undetectable guys. Rob was in his 30s, a little shorter than Jonathan but in better shape, and hung. He opened the door as Jonathan ascended the front steps wearing a baseball cap and wife beater, his 7.5", thick, cut cock stirring as he saw Jonathan. The boy had looked handsome in his pictures, but up close his blue eyes could hypnotize and make you do anything you wanted. Jonathan knew he was good looking and had "cult leader" eyes but nevertheless he was nervous about taking his first poz cock and hooking up with his first real stranger. To bolster his confidence he wore a cerulean t-shirt which made his ice blue eyes even more striking. As the glass door swung open he smiled cockily at the sight of the poz cock stiffening in front of him. Rob smiled genuinely in return and beckoned him inside. As soon as the door shut Rob spun and pushed Jonathan against the wall, lifting his head to make out with the younger man, his hard cock pressing against Jonathan's body. Jonathan had told Rob he needed to be aggressive and get the ball rolling as soon as he was inside so he didn't have a chance to chicken out, and now with the sexy older man pressing him against the wall he couldn't imagine why he would ever think that would be an issue. His cock was hardening in his skinny black jeans and his heart was racing. "Bedroom?" Jonathan gasped as Rob moved to bite his ear and work his neck. "Follow me, and start stripping" Rob replied in between bites on the boy's neck. He kissed Jonathan square on the mouth once more, swirling his tongue inside before heading back to his bedroom. Jonathan kicked his shoes off and bolted after Rob, shrugging off his shirt and unbuckling his belt in the living room, and finally managing to get his jeans off in the short hallway. As Rob entered his bedroom he looked at Jonathan, now clad in only a blue jock the same color as his shirt had been. "Damn," he thought, "even just that jock makes his eyes captivating." "Doggie-style in the middle of the bed" Rob said as Jonathan entered the room. Jonathan nodded and crossed the room to the queen-sized 4 poster bed, noticing the bottle of lube positioned at the foot of the bed. As soon as Jonathan was in position Rob dove in and started eating the boy's ass with fervor, wanting to get him loosened up and keep him worked up and horny. Jonathan was in heaven, he loved having his furry ass eaten, and Rob was the best he'd ever had. Jonathan lost track of time as the man worked his hole but eventually he felt Rob shift his weight behind him and heard the bottle of lube being opened. A wet fingered entered his ass, then two, before Jonathan felt the lubed cock teasing his asshole. "Fuck me." Jonathan said, leaning back onto the cock -- the poz cock, he remembered. Rob grabbed Jonathan by his shoulders and pulled the boy back in a smooth motion, his cock entering the boy's hole in one movement. Rob held still for a moment, making the head of his cock throb deep inside Jonathan before truly fucking the boy. As Rob's cock throbbed inside Jonathan he began to recall all the pozzing porn he'd watched. Throughout the whole fuck Jonathan removed the words like poz, toxic, bugs, virus and phrases like knock me up as he begged and moaned for Rob's cock and load, but inside he was as big a chaser as ever. Halfway through his fuck Rob flipped Jonathan over on his back, and began hammering the boy's hole. The boy was a babbling mess of pleasure, jacking his cock and begging for Rob's load, which Rob was happy and eager to give. In this position Jonathan maintained eye contact with Rob as he talked dirty. Rob felt the cum begin to build in his balls far sooner than he expected and within moments his cock erupted inside the boy, filling him with cum. With Rob's cock spewing poz cum inside him Jonathan's own cock showered his chest and face with cum. Rob collapsed on top of him and they began to make out; with Rob's cock still inside of him. Once Rob's cock softened and the man had licked up his load and fed it back to him Jonathan cleaned off Rob's cock gently, knowing how sensitive it would be. In short order the cleaning became a blow job and Rob's cock again began to harden. "Can you fuck me again?" Jonathan asked, locking eyes with Rob from under his eyelashes. "Yes." Rob exhaled. Jonathan's mouth was talented. "Do you mind if we get a little more dirty and verbal?" Jonathan asked liltingly. "Oh fuck yes. I'm gonna knock that ass up." Rob was taken aback by that; he hadn't wanted to be pozzed, but it had happened, and he never thought he'd be the type to get off to a pozzing scenario. Jonathan laid on his back and pulled his knees apart and to his chest. "Come poz me" he said, his voice a challenge. The two fucked twice more that night, the final time ended with Jonathan riding Rob's cock, milking his poz load out. When Jonathan left around 4 a.m. he had never felt like such a slut nor so free. 3 years later. After his encounter with Rob, Jonathan had begun taking poz loads from the man, and from others, regularly. He'd even taken trips to the nearest bathhouse and begun to take unmedicated poz loads as well. But somehow always tested neg. During those years he'd never really dated anyone, but lately sex just wasn't as fulfilling as it used to be and Jonathan felt a restless urge inside of him, similar to how he felt before he had started getting fucked by Rob. He thought maybe he'd have to double down on getting pozzed, but a small part of him knew he just wanted someone to sleep next to at night and wake up with in the morning. At his favorite gay bar one Saturday night, Jonathan noticed a young man, tall and thick, but not more than 21 years old, checking him out from across the room. They locked eyes and Jonathan drained his drink and went to the bartender to tab out. At the bar Jonathan felt the young man watching him and purposely avoided looking at him as he left. 21 was too young, he thought, remembering how he had been at that age. Outside Jonathan shook his head, he was a little buzzed but could feel it quickly wearing off. The door closed again behind him and without looking he knew who it was. "Hi." The young man said from behind him. Jonathan glanced back at the boy, studying his face. "You're really sexy. There's just something about you." The boy chimed. "Probably my eyes. Jonathan said," he was wearing a navy blue button down speckled with small dots of white. "Yeah. Can we go someplace and talk?" the boy asked innocently. The two went back to Jonathan's small apartment a few blocks away and spent the rest of the night laying in Jonathan's bed, just talking -- no, more than talking, baring their souls to each other -- until the boy, Kirk, who was a college junior, dozed off. Jonathan looked at Kirk's face in the moonlight and felt calmer than he had in months. He grabbed his phone and deleted the BBRT app then slowly got out of bed so as not to wake Kirk and went to the kitchen to start getting things together to make Kirk a nice breakfast. 10 months later. "I feel like you aren't satisfied with me, Jon. In bed...sexually," Kirk hung his head. He'd been dreading having this conversation. The coffee shop was slow, thanks to school being out for the winter. Kirk wasn't sure how this talk was going to go. Jon was nice, reassuring, sweet, almost too sweet. Whenever Kirk felt bad he knew Jon could cheer him up with just a look and a few soft-spoken words, but Jon never seemed happy. Actually Jon did seem happy, but only when there were people around to be happy for. When he didn't think people were paying attention Jon's face was blank and his eyes were dead. "That's not true. I love having sex with you." Jon's voice had a low rumble to it which seemed to say, "I want to have sex with you to prove it, but I know that won't solve this." "Look at me, Kirk." "I can't. You're gonna do that Marilyn Manson eye thing to me and make me feel better and then we'll never have this conversation," Kirk spat accusatorily. Jon was silent. Jon was never silent. Kirk had never seen Jon be taken aback by words. They'd once been on a date and some guy had made fun of them for holding hands and Jon quickly unleashed an impenetrable wall of witty insults which made the guy turn red and made all his friends laugh at him. Jon had boredly turn around, took Kirk's hand, and began walking again as if he had only stopped to point out an interesting pattern in a brick wall or a fun cloud formation. Jon studied Kirk, though he couldn't see his face his body language spoke volumes. "I don't mean to." Jon said after a moment. "It just happens. I know I do it but I can't help it. That's why I had us lay in my bed the first night we talked. So that whatever you said wasn't because of me." "Because you wanted me to be honest. But Jon you never seem honest. I've seen you when you think nobody, including me, is looking at you. I know you aren't happy and I want to help you be happy, so please, tell me what is and what I can do to help you be happy." "Do you remember what I told you right before you fell asleep that night? When you were asking why I didn't have sex with you?" "Because you get off on taking poz cum. Is that what this is? Did you cheat on me?!" Kirk's head shot up, his eyes full of rage as he locked gazes with Jon. "No! I'd never cheat on you. I just still have this urge inside me, this hunger, this need." Jon put his will behind his words. "I don't want to do this anymore." Kirk said with a solitary head shake. "It's over Jon." He stood, not looking his boyfriend -- his ex -- in the eyes even once as he turned and walked away. Jon raised an eyebrow as Kirk walked away, slowly drank his black coffee as he watch Kirk's blue Nissan drive down the road. Then stood. 1 hour later. "22 year old college boy looking for poz loads. Knock me up." Kirk typed into the blank space on his newly made BBRT profile. Kirk's heart was racing as browsed through the men on the site, looking for someone who could help him. He refreshed the page every few minutes, waiting until his profile and picture were approved. He must have messaged 10 guys telling them exactly what he wanted, no, needed. Finally one replied. The message was an address, tomorrow's date and a time, and a list of instructions. 14 hours later, 8 a.m Kirk was wearing gym shorts, flip flops, and a plain white tee. He didn't have on any underwear but had the largest plug he owned shoved deep up his ass. In a small bag on his back he had a new toothbrush and the biggest dildo he owned. He had cleaned out and dry fucked himself for an hour on that dildo as instructed. He approached the house and looked up as the glass door swung open. A fit, shorter man in his mid 30s stood at the door in only a baseball cap and a wife beater, his cock stiffening at the sight of the boy. Kirk glanced at the tv as he entered the living room, it was playing gay porn, two men spit-roasting a young twink. The man sat down on the couch. Kirk stripped and assumed the position, the carpet was rough on his knees, but he ignored it as best as he could as he began sucking the man's cock paying attention to his heavy balls and taking the the thick, cut cock as deep down his throat as he could. After a few minutes the man patted his head. Kirk knew that meant he was to lay on his back and show off the plug to the man. The man nodded and Kirk removed the plug, retrieving the dildo from his bag and wetting it with his spit he started to thrust it deep up his ass. The man watch critically, slowly jacking his hard, spit covered cock. The man got on the floor and lifted Kirk's ass up and began to eat his ass. Kirk could feel the man's tongue sliding deep inside him and felt the man scraping the rim of his hole with his teeth. Kirk grimaced in pain but kept silent. Next the man used his fingers to rough up Kirk's ass, scratching his insides. Kirk whimpered. The man took the toothbrush from Kirks' bag and opened it. He reached down to his cock and spread some of his precum on the bristles. Kirk knew that precum was toxic. Kirk cried out as the toothbrush entered his ass and the man began to vigorously brush him. After what felt like an eternity in hell the man stopped and began to eat Kirk's ass again before lowering him back down to the rough carpet. The man spat on his cock and slid inside Kirk in a single thrust and began to fuck more ferociously and aggressively then Kirk had ever been fucked. Kirk locked eyes with the man and began to beg the man. "Please knock me up. Infected me with that toxic cum. Knock me up. I'm a fucking worthless bug chaser. I need to be pozzed. Give me that poz cock, give me that poz cum, oh please give me that poz cum deep up my ass. Please breed me with your hot, dirty load. I need to be pozzed. Please poz me. Please knock me up." The fuck continued, Kirk's ass was a destroyed cunt at the end. Over the next two weeks Kirk took the man's cum day and night. On his 15th day at the man's apartment Kirk woke up in a pool of sweat, aching and on fire. His bones hurt and he felt like throwing up. 2 weeks later. Jonathan's phone lit up with a small ghost icon in the notifications bar. A video snapchat from Kirk. Jonathan opened it and his jaw dropped. Kirk was laying on his back, jacking his rock hard cock. He had last at least 15 pounds and gotten a hair cut but the most noticeable difference was the freshly inked biohazard tattoo above his left pec. The caption read "Come get it" 15 minutes later Jonathan walked through the unlocked front door, locking it behind him and stripping his clothes off. He could hear porn coming from the bedroom. Inside he lay on the bed and spread his legs. Kirk walked in from the bathroom and locked the bedroom door behind him. "Tell me what you want, Jonathan." Kirk said devilishly, locking eyes with Jon. "I want you to poz me, Kirk. Knock me up. Make me like you." Kirk crossed the room in a single step and got on the bed, sliding his newly poz, unmedicated cock into Jon's ass. Jon exhaled sharply. He hadn't even had time to clean out fully before rushing over. Jonathan reached up and pulled Kirk down to him. Kissing him deeply as they held each other's gaze. "I love you, Kirk" said Jon, letting his eyes convince the boy. "I can't believe you did this for me." "I love you too. Thank you for showing me what I really needed." "Thank you for giving it to me," Jon laid back, tightening his hole around Kirk's toxic cock. "You don't have it yet, but I'll make sure you do." Kirk said beginning to fuck his boyfriend. 1 month later. Snow was falling outside the bathhouse but the inside was almost tropical. Kirk and Jon were both balls deep, raw, in the two 18 year olds side by side on the small bed. The two had been hesitant to get fucked by two guys with biohazard tattoos at first, but one look from Jon had them both on their knees in an instant, and back in the rooms within a few minutes. Jon's eyes met Kirk's and both knew they had a long, happy life ahead of them. Fin.

After my cumload was done, I rolled us both back over, wanting to keep Jake trapped under me. My cock was still fairly hard which, combined with the relative tightness of his hole, meant I was able to stay inside him. I think Jake had either lost the ability or will to try pushing me out so I remained lodged in him as we both drifted off to sleep, giving my virulent seed its best chance of converting my little victim. At some point in the night the rhythmic pulsing of blood through his body aroused my cock and I awoke to find myself gently humping my new cock extension until I discharged in him once again, before falling asleep again until dawn. In the morning, I was feeling aggressive, and hammered my morning wood into his battered body, certain that it was game over for the kid by this point. My needs satisfied, for now, I carried him through to the bathroom, still speared on my cock. The view in the full length mirror was magnificent: Jake's knees on his chest, pinned by my arm, his briefs hanging shredded and bloodied off his arse but still concealing his tiny cock and balls, my thick veiny cock disappearing into his puffy red ass lips. He looked up and took in the view himself. "You like that, runt?" "yes...I love it..." His cock stirred in the briefs. Using my other hand, I reached round, grabbing his cock and balls through the material and squeezed very hard. His balls were like ripe olives and I felt them yield in my grasp and Jake cried out. I crushed them some more. "You don't need them anymore, only men need balls. Yours are pathetic". He nodded, pathetically as I sat myself down on his toilet, degrading him further and then further still as I unloaded my morning piss load directly into his guts, thinking about the acrid liquid scorching his raw insides and watching his belly bulge, full of my waste. As I stood, I let him slide off me for the first time in 8 hours until he was face down on the floor. His cunt hole was pouting up at me, puffy and slightly open as dirty piss dribbled out of him. I stepped on him as I made my way to the shower, leaving him sprawled there panting.

So this actually isn't fiction, this just happened starting yesterday afternoon. Originally posted on my tumblr which, BEWARE is very extreme gay fetish sex. sewerfaggot.tumblr.com Goddamn meth is a helluva drug. Not that I even consumed that much (maybe a .75 grams?) but I maintained my high over the day and took a good 5 hour break when I went out with friends to the bars. This shit accumulates tho, and I drank tequila and beer at the bar and then pissed into my empty beer bottles and drank it again so I was recycling my chem piss. Then, when I got home I was of course utterly depraved and determined to get six billiard balls in my already worked cunt; see my posts from earlier today. So in the course of about 20 hours I created this tumblr, self fisted my hole deeper than ever before, and broke my personal record of 6 balls in my ass insane deep, in fact two are still way up there and not coming out until they damn well please. I went out with straight friends to straight dive bars so there was no privacy in the bathrooms (which always gets me off, filthy LA urinals and toilet stalls with no doors). It was real fuckin obviously I was pissing into my beer bottle in the urinal and this not bad lookin hipster dude blatantly watched me while showing me his possing cock. I looked him straight in the eyes and with a half hard cock swigged my bottle of my incredibly potent chem/tequila piss. His jaw dropped and his eyebrows raised, I sneered and looked down at his cock which was twitching. That was a first. Got home and got my two ball stretcher weights on, just over 1lb I believe, a bunch of super tight cock rings and went to work on my ass. First off i took a huge piss in a cup, rolled onto my back ass up and used a large gauge syringe with a long tube to deeply inject my cunt with a hefty dose of super chempiss. Staying upside down for a bit so the toxic liquid could flow deeper into my guts, I massaged my hole and pulled it open into a nice gape, air sucking in ensuring the chem enema was not coming out. Refilled the same syringe with thick jlube and filled my now buzzing gaping hungry cunt to form my favorite thick toxic slime. My cock was rock hard, heavily weighted balls feeling real good swingin around. Greased up my hand an a billiard ball and dove in. Stuffed the first ball past my 2nd ring effectively plugging the slime in me. Greased up my caterpillar dong, huffed poppers and eased down, feeling my guts expand with the toxic lube and the ball being pushed deeper. I sat on it, gyrating and snorting poppers watching shit videos for a solid 5 minutes. I repeated this cycle for about 2 hours until 3 billiard balls were well past my 2nd ring and not coming out. Rolled onto my back again ass up and massaged my stretched cunt into a nice gape and dropped two more balls in along with some more chem piss and Vaseline. Strong snort of poppers, closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my hungry ass suck everything in deeper and the 6th ball just sank in. My cock leaked a combo of precum and piss into my hungry mouth while I flexed my ass and worked my muscles, pulling the balls and chemlube slime into my oh so hungry guts. I stood up and watched more shit porn for a good ten minutes swinging my heavily stretched balls around and enjoying the challenge of keeping all that in my guts. To drive home the night (or I was just high as fuck on poppers and t) I sat on my caterpillar dong again and slowly, hurt so good panting hungry greedily fuckpig moaning pushed the whole fucking mass into my guts. A few quick strokes on my purple swollen cock and BAM ORGAsm. No cum tho cuz the dong and balls blocked the flow. Drenched in sweat, utterly covered in crisco, vaseline, piss, jlube, and ass I slowly eased off the dong and let 2 balls sensually plop out along with a hefty amount of slime which I covered myself in. I fucking love wallowing in my filth. Fisted one more ball outa me but the other two are the perfect ass pacifiers right now as I soak in my hottub enjoying this beautiful morning and my fuckin twisted high. Only thing that was missing was a few pounds of shit to eat, a cock pissing more chem piss down my faggot greedy sewer throat, and someone to film it all. But hey, I’m just a shameless fuckin sewer faggot who will never be satisfied for long. Would love to hear your thoughts pigs. Happy Sunday.

Zach I’ve been feeling crappy off and on for the past year, I may even be the source of an epidemic in my small town. I graduated last May from high school and will soon be heading off to college, where I will no doubt, begin a new round of infections. I’m 19 now and I’m a total slut, pig, whore whatever you choose to call me, oh and I have a taste for daddies I think my obsession with older guys started when I was doing competitive swimming as a youth, the coach would play us video tapes of athletes like Marc Spitz and Greg Louganis to train us and to give us inspiration in our swimming and diving, I was glad the warm up pants were a bit baggy as I always ended up with a raging hard on. I also guess that is when I internally started realizing and accepting I was gay although I kept it to myself. Now I have always been athletic although I really don’t like sports all that much other than swimming, wrestling and weight lifting. I have kept myself in shape and have proven to be outdoorsy, hiking, camping, and generally being at home in the outdoors, doing activities. I remember back when I was in my mid tens going camping with the family, including my Uncle and his boyfriend and I overheard my uncle talking “so when do you think he’ll come out?” they were talking about me of course. Now my family is pretty liberal and being gay isn’t a big problem with them, but I still stayed in the closet till just before my eighteenth birthday, when I finally decided it was time. Their reaction was “so, this is a revelation” coming out to my parents was easy. Coming out to my best friend since fourth grade was more difficult for me at least, his reaction was “so I’m straight but this doesn’t change anything, our bromance can continue the way it always has” he said with a wink and a smile. On my eighteenth birthday we were buzzed from some really good bud and I leaned over and planted a wet one on his lips, he returned the kiss and we soon were into a hot make out session for about 5 minutes before he pulled away “ok, that never happened, it was the weed, and it won’t happen again” I was a bit crushed but I knew what he was implying, I headed home to my surprise birthday party and pretended I was surprised, I got some cool birthday presents, but the one that piqued my interest the most was getting my own tablet, no more having to share with my sister and brother. As the festivities wound down I retired to my room and proceeded to set up the tablet complete with hidden profile, password protected of course. After getting things set up I connected to the internet and googled “raunchy Gay Sex” picking a site I began watching hardcore porn, the first one showed a guy surrounded by several other men taking a cock in his ass while the other men jerked, pissed and feed him their cocks. I was excited and intrigued, that was how I wanted sex. I spent a good portion of my free time jerking to different videos over the next week, after school I would rush to my room and lock the door, pull out my tablet and put on dirty movies. About three weeks later mom was reminding me not to plan anything for the following weekend as my Uncle was getting married to his partner. I was hoping that being a gay wedding there might be some hot gay guys who might fulfill my fantasies. The day of the Wedding came, and I adorned a black tee shirt and a blue and white striped dress shirt to wear over it unbuttoned so I would look cool. My family and I arrived early and there were a small amount of people mingling and then I spotted him, a handsome daddy bear about early 40’s apparently helping out with the preparations, was taking pictures for my mom so I tried not to be too conspicuous about cruising the guy, but I stayed within eyesight of the daddy. As more guest arrived it became a little harder to cruise him but easier since I was able to get more picture, which allowed me to get closer to him until we were standing next to each other, we exchanged polite small talk, enough to find out he was indeed helping the wedding coordinator and was a friend of my uncle. I noticed he visited the bathroom frequently and I began developing a plan to get him alone and in a compromising position. I handed my mom the camera and headed to the small bathroom, locked the door and pulled up Facebook on my phone, I clicked on my Uncles partner’s page and scanned through is friends to see if the hot daddy was listed, there he was, my heart was pumping and I was hoping he was interested in younger guys. The ceremony was short and sweet, even though I was on the opposite side of the room I kept the daddy in my sights. There was a short break while photos were taken, papers signed and such then the grooms were ushered in to start the buffet line. Soon the whole party was focused on food and drink, lucky for me my family choose a table where I could see him clearly, I went for seconds, and then back for more, after all I’m a growing youth. The second time I came back for more I noticed he got up from his table , but didn’t grab his plate to refill it so I slipped into the bathroom, and stood behind the partition that separated the sink from the toilet. I wait and hoped he would come in, I heard someone push open the door, I peeked as they were latching it, and it was him, he stepped to the sink and quickly washed his hands, as he dried them I stepped out and pressed myself into him, our lips met and he was soon returning the kiss. He protested a bit saying that there was our friends just on the other side of the door, and that he really had to pee. This was my chance I sat down on the toilet and took his semi hard cock into my mouth, I was living out my kinky fantasy, he asked me if I was sure, I nodded and his stream began to flow into my mouth, it was acrid and sweet at the same time. My cock began to get rock hard as he finished pissing in my mouth, I undid my pants and fished it out stroking it as I started giving him my first real blowjob, I had practiced on vegetables and hot dogs and such but this was the first real cock sliding down my throat, I gagged a little and when I had him all slobbered up I quickly stood up and turned around, directing that throbbing piece of meat at my unlubed and virgin hole. I pushed back and the head breached my opening, fireworks of pain shot through me, he grabbed my hips and held me still. At first I thought he was going to pull out, but then I felt his cock twitch the slid another inch in the back out then in again a little deeper, the pain began to turn to pure pleasure as he did this one more time then slammed his cock into my grasping hole. He began fucking me in earnest and had to put a hand over my mouth to help keep me quiet. He pumped me hard I could feel myself getting wetter then I realized his precum was flowing into me, then he grunted and flooded my gut with his seed. His slow gyrations stated up again and he started a new round of thrust hitting my prostate repeatedly causing me to shoot my load onto the toilet seat cover which then puddled into small lakes of semen. He pulled out with a plop and I bent over and slurped the puddles of cum up, presenting my ass to him which he then feltched eating some of his cum from my hole, I turned around and took his slimy cock into my mouth and cleaned off the mess my ass had left there. I stood and kissed him, taking in the taste of my ass while sharing the cum and juices which were still lingering in my mouth. I slipped him my name, number and e-mail and hid behind the partition again as he slipped out the door. I exited a few moments later, returning to my family with a full gut of cum, stopping at the buffet on the way to grab a slider to hide the scent of the sex on my breath. We exchanged glances back and forth but no one was the wiser of our tryst. I left shortly after the cake cutting with my family, riding in the car I could feel cum slowly oozing into my underwear, I was hoping it wouldn’t make a spot in my jeans. Upon arriving home I rushed ahead of my family upstairs and into my room stopping in the bathroom for a quick evaluation of my rear, my shorts were sticky with cum and ass juices along with spots of blood. As I got to my room, without running into either sibling I locked the door and pulled out a small plug I had purchased a few days before, running it up and down my crack to lube it with cum that had escaped then shoved it into my hole, my sphincter gripped the invader by the indent in the shaft, thus sealing my hole from further leakage, I threw on a clean pair of underwear and a pair of basketball shorts and headed downstairs. After watching television with the family for a couple hours I headed back to my room and pulling my used pair of boxers to my face took in the scent of daddies cum and jerked off, falling asleep shortly after blasting out my load. A few days later I was hanging with a buddy at school, and my best friend came by and greeted us both, and the three of us began walking towards the gym and locker-room, they were both on sports teams so I walked them to practice. As they changed into their uniforms I noticed that there was a new assistant coach wandering through the locker-room. I inquired and they told me he was the new assistant coach just out of college. He smiled at us as he passed by, I smiled back and excused myself from my friends, I followed him back to his small office “Err um coach I was just curious if you might have some time to talk” “Sure, what sport you interested in” As he turned around I grabbed my crotch and winked, the hot coach stammered then walked over and closed and locked the door. Coach began rubbing my crotch as I leaned in and began kissing him, I soon had the hot young coach on his back and was pounding his hole with my 7.5 inch stud pounder, I was soon filling him with my 18yo teen boy cum. After having sex with the hot young coach, his boss looked mighty hot, although he was a little more work to get him into my pants and me his. About a month after the wedding I came down with a flu which kept me out of school for almost a week. As sick as I was I still wanted our weekly meetings with each coach flip fucking with the older one and pounding away at the younger one’s sweet mancunt. Three weeks later we were in the final games leading into the playoffs and several players were getting sick with the flu, the coach had been ill a couple weeks after me and so it went the epidemic started and I decided I should lay low for a bit, especially after going over to the next town where nobody knew me and purchased a home HIV test kit. After using it to test myself I put the numbers together I had been infected at the wedding, I in turn infected both coaches who were fooling around with several of the players, who were also banging their girlfriends and boyfriends. I also infected my best friend when we were buzzed one night I talked him into fucking me then I fucked him in return all before I tested. So now my little home town has had an outbreak of HIV and health officials are baffled since no one is talking about who they fucked or let fuck them

Part III My mind was in a fog. I came to thinking I must have been having a wet dream. Images of Bobby fingering a knowingly POZ load into his gaping hole swirled in my head. I knew I should be angry, or disgusted, but all I could think of was how hard my cock felt, and how hot it had been. I seemed to have passed out, and my crotch was wet. Turns out that I had cum, hard, without even touching my dick. I fell over and landed on the mattress next to Bobby as he lay there, his ass covered in POZ seed. There were at least six guys standing around, some fully clothed, some jerking off, but all still had their cameras firing away. I opened my eyes to see a tangle of bodies. Ryan and Kevin, the guys who had posed last week had stripped out of their clothes. Kevin was pleading, “Help a guy out, Bobby. Gimme some of that TOXIC lube.” Bobby leaned up and pulled his body down on top of him. Kevin lined up his cock with Bobby's wrecked hole. He dipped the head of his cock into Bobby's ass and withdrew. I knew it was covered in Tom's POZ jizz. Ryan leaned in and snaked his tongue first into Bobby's mouth, then kissed his own boyfriend. Ryan laid down next to Bobby and pulled his ankles up. Kevin re-positioned himself at Ryan's ass and started fucking. I knew he was working Tom's POZ cum deep into Ryan's bare hole. The frat boy host crouched down beside me and asked if I was ok. I nodded and he handed me a glass of water. “Let me help you out of those shorts, man. They seem pretty soggy.” I was embarrassed that I cum all over myself, but figured under the circumstances, he was probably the only guy who had noticed. I let the frat boy undress me and shivered as he ran his hands over my body. Bobby lay there, working his cummy hole, smiling as he watched me being handled. The frat boy sunk his tongue into my mouth. He smiled. “You taste good. Want to taste something even better?” He pushed my head down to Bobby's ass. “Eat it. Wouldn't want that TOXIC load sinking in too deep, would we?” I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue. I had rimmed Bobby before, but never after fucking him. His ass was usually so tight and pink, but now it was loose, puffy, and red. It tasted sort of tinny, mixed with the tartness of fresh cum, cum that I knew was POZ. I thought I would just run my mouth over Bobby's hole, but it was so open that I could practically fuck him with my tongue. I noticed Tom was standing beside me. He knelt down. “Don't be mad at me, dude. I promised I wouldn't cum in him, and I didn't.” I don't know what I was thinking, but I raised my head enough to kiss him. I had a glob of his cum on my tongue, and fed it to him. One of the guys standing around jerking off saw what we were doing, and leaned in to snap a few pics. I decided to show off a bit and let our tongues move apart as Tom's cum formed into a strand, perfectly suspended over Bobby's upturned ass, leaking still more POZ seed. Knowing that Bobby's hole had much more where that came from, I went back to eating Bobby's ruined ass. The guy snapping pics was naked from the waist down. He straddled over Bobby's head as he leaned forward to get pics of me eating Tom's load. Bobby's gasps changed to moans as I realized he was swallowing this stranger's thick dangling cock. I knew this was out of hand, but there was nothing to do to stop it. The frat boy climbed up behind the photographer and started rubbing his bare dick over his crack. I knew the frat boy started fucking him when Bobby's moans turned to gagging. As the frat boy fucked, the photographer's wide dick was choking Bobby, and he was loving it. I could hear cameras clicking mixing with Ryan and Kevin fucking right next to us. Just then, I felt something wet at my ass. “You want that ass fucked too?” Tom asked. “Please. Don't.” I wrestled with wanting to know the freedom that Bobby had felt as he felt that bare POZ cock filling his hole. "Okay, we'll be safe, well, as safe as I was with your boyfriend. You'd like that, wouldn't you?” I knew he was right, and I nodded. Tom went back to the bag of dildos and found a thick five inch flesh-colored one. He handed it to me. I spit on it to lube it up. He chuckled and leaned it to stick it in Bobby's ass. Poor Bobby didn't know what was coming as he was too busy blowing this guy getting fucked. He yelped as that dildo went deep into his hole and came out covered in a sticky mix of pink ass juice and POZ cum. I shuddered knowing that I would have some of that cum in my hole in a few seconds, and maybe a whole lot more if he came inside me. Tom pulled the cummy dildo out of Bobby's ass and swiftly jammed it into mine. I squealed, both in pain and delight. “Go easy. I'm not wet enough.” Tom chuckled again saying, “We can fix that. I felt the mushy head of his dick move against my ass, drooling POZ precum. I then felt something going into my ass, much easier than the dildo. I knew it was his cock, and I didn't know if I wanted it to be or not. I clenched my eyes shut and started lapping at Bobby's ass again. I felt Tom going deeper and deeper into my ass. With each thrust, he filled me more than I had ever been filled before. I heard Kevin saying to Ryan. “Like me working that POZ load into your hole.” “Fuck yeah,” Kevin answered, adding “Looks like we're gonna have three asses leaking POZ cum before the night is out! That's gotta be some kind of a record." The frat boy grunted, as his pistoned away at the photographer's hole, “Fuck no. We've seen at least six holes full of TOXIC loads on one single night before.” That sent Kevin over the edge and he fired his own NEG load into Ryan's ass, mixing it with Tom's TOXIC seed. I could feel drops of Tom's sweat raining down on my back as he fucked the hell out of me. I heard the photographer grunt and felt his load shoot all over my back. I pulled off of Bobby's ass and looked up, seeing Bobby's chest covered in the photographer's wad. I couldn't help but lap it up and swirl my mouth over Bobby's bouncing dick. He grabbed my head and came hard down my throat. The frat boy fired off, filling the photographer's ass. Tom pistoned away, holding hard onto my hips. “There's a lot of cummy holes here tonight. The third ass is about to be full of POZ seed. Not bad for only one POZ top, right?” Everyone standing around cheered him and snapped away with their cameras as he jack-rabbited away. I could feel his cock swelling up, and then it happened. He shot at least four volleys of POZ jizz deep into my ass. Tom wiped his brow as he pulled out of my ass and flipped me onto my back. “Well done, bro. You want to join Bobby and Ryan there and see if we can break our record tonight? I've got some friends I could call....” To be continued...