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Midway through the load dumping process last night

Yes, this often happens to me. I tend to go through periods where I binge on sex, often on some kind of trip or sexcation, where I can devote myself 100 percent to the task in hand. But afterwards I usually lose all interest for a while, and take that opportunity to get tested, treated and all that crap. I actually quite enjoy my breaks from sex: they allow me to get on with other things in life, and re-connect with myself in different ways. But slowly and surely, the urge to play comes back just as strong as before, and I begin the cycle all over again.

I 'himed and hawed' for three days over the job application. I certainly couldn't let anyone back home know where I'd be working, but finally concluded, 'that's why I left home.' My job was cleaning out rooms after guys left. Changing the sheets. That kind of thing. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it paid the bills. And the side benefits of guys constantly flirting with me, making it clear they wanted my body, my ass was very attractive. The management turned a blind eye to when it moved from flirting to me actually having sex, as long as they were quickies and didn't interfere with getting my work done. I became very good friends with the nymph. He got me invited to many orgies. For the next year I had tons of sex with a huge assortment of guys. I grow to love cruising in the woods of the huge inner city park. Whenever I went, night or day, there seemed to be lots of guys ready to suck and fuck. My ass was hosting a dozen guys per week and eight to twelve loads planted deep. This required frequent trips to the sexual health clinic. My ass was beginning to feel like a pin cushion. Then one afternoon coming out of a movie I saw him. He was buying a ticket. The classic tall dark and handsome. Fur spilling out at his neck, beautiful curly hair and sexy five o'clock shadow. I had never done this before but I walked right up to him and gave him my number. I smiled as I handed it to him, "Not pressure, but perhaps we could do coffee, a drink, or whatever. " He smiled back and accepted my note. I didn't expect to hear anything but the next afternoon got a call from him. "Might whatever include a walk?" We walked and talked for hours. I was in love. We had lots in common. We didn't talk about sex so I didn't tell him where when I reluctantly excused myself so I wouldn't be late for work. I did hookup with a muscular hunk at the end of my shift. But my mind was on my walk date, imagining sex with him. My hookup noticed I was distracted. He probably should have just walked away, but it was late and he was clearly ready to get off. "You want this or not?" He asked with a surly voice. "Fuck, sorry man. Yeah, you’re so hot." "So what do you want?" Not quite as angry. "To please you and this beautiful cock. You a top?" "Yup." "Fuck me, breed me." And he did. It was an angry fuck, and I loved it. I imagined my walk date pounding me. For the next week I saw David, my walk date, and my infatuation almost everyday. I never talked about my work or my sex life. I was growing frustrated this wasn't leading to sex, but I so enjoyed his company and was infatuated by his handsome good looks. Then one night we went to a gay bar. We danced and drank and danced some more. When his shirt came off I was breathless. When he removed mine before a slow dance I feared I'd cum in my pants. At the end of the dance he kissed me tenderly. One of those lingering kisses that grew more and more passionate. Finally he asked the golden question; "Your place or mine?" As far as I was concerned we couldn't get to his place fast enough. We didn't talk about sexual positions, sexual histories, STD protection, nada. He stripped me, laid me on his bed, removed his clothes, I lifted my legs, ate my ass, mounted and bred me. He fucked me three more times through the night and over breakfast invited me to move in. I immediately gave notice on my place and never slept there again. Every bedtime my legs were in the air and this God's cock was in my ass. We never talked about it, but the assumption was we were a monogamous couple. Knowing I couldn't go home with cum in my ass I refused all invitations at work in the bathhouse. Well until I didn't one night. Five very hunky guys were having a great party in a sling room. David and I had been together for a month. The sex was still great, but I was beginning to miss my old ways. Two of the guys from the party kept coming onto me hard and heavy. I was more than tempted and knew I'd lost my fight to resist when I allowed them to kiss me. They immediately dragged me to the party room. I didn't resist. Five sets of hands attacked my clothes and before I knew it I was strapped into the sling. As many more than five cocks ravaged me over the next two hours I didn't think about David once. I was dripping and gaping when I went to the showers and took three more loads there. Only as I decended the stairs to leave the bathhouse did the dread of what I had just allowed hit me like a Mac truck. David was sound asleep when I crawled into bed and I prayed two things for hours as I couldn't fall asleep. That he wouldn't wake and want to make love and that the cum I hadn't been able to push out wouldn't leak out if I did fall asleep. I did manage a couple hours sleep and David said nor asked nothing about the night before over breakfast or ever again. I quit my job the next day and got a job waiting tables within twenty four hours. In two years I'd established a great reputation and was able to move to a very nice high end restaurant where the tips were great. David assumed I'd been waiting tables all along and I never corrected this. Five years into our relationship we began hearing rumors about a gay disease in San Francisco. Within a year or so it started showing up in our city, and some of our friends grew ill, a couple died very quickly. The AIDS epidemic was soon in full swing. David and I were so grateful to be monogamous. But, David was so frightened he insisted we start to use condoms. I had struggled within myself with temptations over the years. Especially when wealthy patrons at the restaurant would flirt or invite me to their hotel to increase their tip, wink, wink. But I had resisted, especially with the onset of AIDS. My mom died after a lengthy illness. I'd been home a couple times during the illness but it was at the funeral home that Peter came to pay his respects. I was concerned he looked a bit gaunt, but he assured me he was well and suggested we meet for a drink after the funeral and before heading back to my now home. Noone in my hometown knew about David. I accepted the invitation but was determined to send last minute regrets. I didn't trust myself around my childhood friend. But, at the last minute I gave in and met him at the bar. It was like we had never been appart. We talked about the great sex we had shared. Our many sexual adventures over the years. I hadn't felt so free and comfortable to talk about this part of my life in years. When I finally talked about David, our monogamous relationship, my grave temptations but resistance, Peter's eyes lit up with growing lust. "I've gotta piss. You?" He asked with an unmistakable seduction. I knew I shouldn't go but followed anyway. We went right to the farthest stall. I dropped my pants and with only spit for lube he was balls deep into me. He'd stop fucking when we heard the door. When the guys would leave we'd giggle and the pounding would continue. "So where would David want me to leave my load?" I had told him my frustration with the condoms. "Shit, David ! You better pull out. " I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. "But what do you really want?" "Fuck Peter, you know I want you to breed me ... but you better pull out. " His breathing was heavy and his voice was raspy. "I ... wa ..nt to ... give you ..." I should have pushed him away then and there, but instead I grabbed his ass and pulled him in deep. I knew he was unloading in me and it felt amazing. "Fuck yeah man. I needed that!" "I know you did. Glad to accommodate. " said Peter.

As a fellow bottom I think that @DirtyFckr has a gorgeous and very inviting looking arse. I'd love to feed on loads from his hole. Oink

To me, the time will vary with every man. No two asses will take the same amount of time. I have worked my medium sized hands into an experienced guy in under five minutes. I have played with some guy's asses for 90 minutes and still didn't feel they were ready to take my full hand. I do open my men up with my tongue and fingers and cock first. Graduated toys can also be helpful in the stretch. Do not let anyone's hand enter you too soon or too fast. The ideal is to find a patient top who you can see regularly (and I know that is almost impossible where you live.) But a fisting top does not have to be a fucking top. Many fisting bottoms flip--and can be excellent teachers for they know just what's going on inside you.

Had a horny foursome last night with my boy, Drew, his buddy, Dwayne and my buddy, Steve. The four of us have fucked around many times before but last night’s fuck was the best. Steve and I put the boys in regulation jockstraps - they’ve both got nice bulges and he jocks make their asses look amazing. We put the boys on their bellies, spread their legs and Steve buried his face in Drew’s asss crack while I did the same to Dwayne. Steve and I both have heavy stubble and strong tongues and wee made those boys moan for an hour as we ate their holes. We swapped boy several times and got them good and wet. By now Steve and I were well fukkin hard so we mounted the boys and pressed our hard cocks on their holes and at exactly the same moment we drove our cocks balls deep up their asses. They both moaned together as we penetrated them. We fucked them good for ten minutes and I suggested to Steve that we swap but he said “you fuck Drew most days, I’m enjoying his ass so I’m gunna breed him” I agreed but said we should cum together. I said “I’m about to shoot my load into Dwayne” Steve said “gimme a minute” Then he grunted “I’m gunna cum” and with that Steve and I grunted and fucked our loads up the boy’s assholes. After we’d emptied our balls Steve and I stayed inside the boys and just grinned at each other. I love watching Steve fuck - he’s a real masculine guy and sports a massive cock - bigger than me. Drew was opened up wide and well seeded.

Thanks buddy, I hope you have a real good fuck next weekend - let me know what you got up to

I'm craving more loads. I found another guy on Sniffies who was looking some under-the-stall fun. I met him at a truckstop on I95, a few miles from me. I can tell on the app that he is nearby and message him. He's in parking lot in car. I'm already in the mensroom waiting. I tell him which stall I'm in and he takes the one next to me and I can tell by the shadow on the floor he's stroking it. I run my hand under the partition and he gets on his knees and slides under. Nice uncut cock, hairy legs and nice pair of smooth balls. I immediately go down on him and he doesn't last long. Rewarded with another load for the night.

Bluesky is a pseudo-clone* of the basics of Twitter, developed in part by former Twitter people. It doesn't have all the bells and whistles that Twitter does, but it also doesn't have a nutty nazi-and-apartheid-apologizing, transphobic, insecure, antisemitic billionaire running it and making decisions on a whim, either. The user base is a fraction of the size of Twitter's, but it's growing. Right now, there are two main ways to join: You can submit a waitlist request, from which they regularly pull batches of applicants and make them members; or an existing BlueSky member may have an "invite code" s/he can give you that lets you bypass the line, so to speak. (I assume the reason for that is new members who already know existing members will more quickly form networks of followers and people they follow, so as to generate discussion (which, in turn, creates a reason for companies to want to advertise). I've seen a fair number of guys who have Twitter accounts with lots of gay male content also begin posting (or switch to posting) on BlueSky, so there's no issue around posting nudity. One thing that looks promising: BlueSky is one of the key partners in an effort to establish a new standard for interoperability for social media. Right now, if you want to send a message to someone and all you have is his Twitter address, you have to either be on Twitter or sign up for Twitter to do that. Ditto for Instagram, or whatever. The idea for social media interoperability is for the standards to work more like email: you don't have to have the same program or service; all you need is the person's social media address (which might be MyName@bluesky.social or OtherPerson@otherservice.social or SomeoneElse@yetanotherplace.social). Just like right now, to offer email service to people, you basically have to support some established standards and protocols like SMTP - so that a gmail user can contact someone who still uses AOL mail and they can both write to people at corporate addresses. That doesn't mean that WITHIN a given provider, you can't enhance the standards or offer additional features that are "filtered out" when email goes off to another service; it just means anyone can get the message, and any attachments. That's how this would be for social media, as long as two social media apps (say, BlueSky and Twitter) supported the new standard, my BlueSky account could be followed by someone on Twitter and vice versa, without having to have an account on each service. Mind you, this is only in the early stages and no such standards have been worked out among the key players, but they're in development. *I say pseudo-clone because Bluesky doesn't yet support a lot of things Twitter has long done, like posting video clips or direct messages (DMs).

I’ve said this in another thread … If you look up stats in Guinness Book of World records, you will see my name as the worlds best ass eater; I’ve won 18 consecutive gold medals. Seriously, I probably am the best tongue you ever will get up your hole. Whether I use my tongue, fingers, dick, toys, or my favorite, a speculum, I like to get your ass open and relaxed. I not only want to latch onto your ass hole, I want to dig my tongue up your ass. I want to feel the skin texture change from the wrinkles of your ass hole to that smooth porcelain finish inside. I want to hit nerve endings with the tip of my tongue that not only make your eyes roll back in your head, but make your eyes spin!

I hightailed it to my destination city, 2.5 days drive. Every truck stop that I passed I was so tempted to stop for any sexual action that I could find. But my old repressed frightened self won out and I kept my nose to the road. The first two weeks spent in my new city were consumed with apartment hunting, moving in, buying the basics for my place, with a tiny bit of time left to start a job hunt. The next month was spent in a funk, walking my new neighbourhood, setting up accounts, but mostly, desperately sad for the life I had just walked away form. Oh yeah, and ashamed and despairing of the work I had not been able to find. I was too low to have any energy left for libido. I lived like a monk. Celibate. That is until I didn’t! One day walking on the beach the thought got through to me, ‘Why the fuck are you wasting your time grieving and feeling guilt for the life you left behind? Remember why you left? Remember!’ As I walked home, I picked up a gay rag to find my closest bathhouse. It was just six blocks away. An easy walk. I worried and stewed withing my self about the best time to go for the maximum action. Afterall, I had never been to one. I finally just left. Arrived about 8 p.m.. The place was very quiet. Like dead quiet, only two very old men, that’s in their 80’s old, and myself. I did my best to entertain myself and tap down my disappointment by watching porn. Then I didn’t want to attract the interest of the other two by getting excited by porn so I moved to the whirlpool hot tub. But, I failed. I couldn’t supress my disappointment that I had finally moved to embrace the cravings that led to my leaving my wife and home for nothing, a place to be free and no men to go there with. As I headed to get dress to leave a young guy appeared. He couldn’t have been more than twenty, and his energy seemed to say, ‘wise impish nymph’. He caught my eye, and I couldn’t help but follow him. At the lockers he stripped out of everything and made no effort to use his towel. He was a petit hairless twink with the most beautiful, well-proportioned body I had ever seen. He knew it and flaunted it. I followed him as he went directly to the two old men. It was clear they all knew each other. In fact, the two old guys had been stroking each other’s erections. They had to be using viagra. I hoped the young guy had pre-lubed because he sat down on the one guys cock balls deep. They fucked until the old guy came. The young guy traded laps and mounted number two. This fuck ride lasted longer but eventually the old guy grunted and came. Through ever step of his double fuck the young nymph remained impishly engaged, involved and cheerful. Some of the best porn I had ever experienced, and this was live and in the flesh with one cute young twink and two elderly men. Leaving the elderly men, the young one came directly to me. His hand was on my toweled crotch and semi-erection immediately. “Come fuck me. Take your turn.”, his almost childlike playful voice. “Uuuuuuuuuumm ….” I didn’t even get my thought out and he spoke. “Or I can fuck you if you want.” “Ummmmmmm….” “Okay great, the sling is over here. Let’s get you in.” As I fumbled to try and figure the darn contraption out, he spoke again. “Are you a sling virgin? You’ve honestly never been in one of these before?” “Ummmmmmmmmmmm” “So, you have been fucked before?” his eye brows lifted in question. “Oh ..oh ..o , yes I have, but , but only a couple times. … Well, that’s several times on two occasions. Oh my, too much information. Sorry.” “No need to be sorry at all. It all sounds very hot. But sounds like it’s still a bit much for you to take in?” “Oh yeah!” “Then let’s go slow. So, you like to take cock up the ass?” “Ah, yeah.” I blushed. “No need to be embarrassed, you’ve already seen how much I like it.” And, as if remined, he reached in his ass and sucked up ass juices and cum from the old men off his fingers. He dipped again and offered it to me. “You’re a gentleman, ... but, ... um ...no thanks.” “You’ve only been with men twice, but how many guys fucked you those two times?” “Seven both times.” “Damn, lucky you. Had anyone taught you how to clean out.” You guessed it, I gave him my ‘deer caught in headlights’ frozen look. He skipped me off to the bathroom and proceeded to clean me out while talking through his instructions. By the last flush I was proficient in doing the job on my own. Back at the sling he again gave instructions and helped me into place. “Spit for lube, or will I grab a packet.” “What did you use? I didn’t think you did anything, and you were sitting on the first guy’s cock.” “Ah, yeah." He laughed, "I was using cum for lube. I have three other old guys I service every day. I already had their cum in me.” “Everyday?!” “Yeah, pretty much.” We talked about several things as he messaged my hole. It felt more like talking to a nice bar tender than a sex partner. After answering a number of my questions, he ask; “So you ready to get fucked.” “Yeah!” His average sized six inches slipping into me. No pain at all. That was a first and I asked him about it. He told me it was all about preparation. He leaned in and kissed me so tenderly I melted into his luscious lips. He continued to kiss me all over, clearly making love to my entire body and especially my ass. I had only been ravaged before; this was amazing. It felt so playful and caring. “So did you let all those guys cum in your ass?” “Yup, some more than once.” “Fuckin A, you are my kind of man. I could be close; just where do you want my load?” “In my ass. Breed me. Please” Only then did he get a bit forceful and was soon spewing a lot of cum into me for such a little guy. When we had regained our breath, he ask; “So, did you like that?” “Fuck yeah man!” “So, would you like some more? I just heard the front door, I think my other regulars are arriving. Stay right where you are.” “But don’t they come to fuck you?” “Me, you, each other …. Who cares? Just enjoy.” Five naked men from their mid 50’s to mid 70’s arrived. The eldest looked to be the most fit, surprisingly muscular for his age. The youngest was quite pot bellied and dumpy looking. They didn’t need any instruction and gathered round me. I was first fed a cock to suck, but soon had another up my ass. They kept switching and moving about for the next hour and a half. By then I had seven loads, all pumped up my ass. The eldest guy had given me two. As these men began to drift away the room was filling with young men the age of my playful twink. He clearly knew everyone, and they seemed to look to him as a leader. He shared my story and suggested I be left in the sling for the night. The place was getting very busy and with my mentor’s encouragement and direction guy after guy, every size, shape, and colour slid into me. They didn’t all cum, but half of them did and I had 14 more loads deposited before I was aided out of the sling. I could hardly walk and the twink gave me support. Showered, dressed and heading out I wondered how I missed the sign on my way in. Had I been that nervous and frightened. The sign at the door read, ‘Help Wanted’. I took an application before heading on home to fall into my bed and sleep the sleep of the dead.

Peter, my first childhood friend. He lived next door. At the age of four, we loved to go behind the shed, strip to our underwear and pretend we were Indians. We would wrestle and take turns strangling and knifing each other to death. At the moment of death, we would always fall on top of each other exhilarated by our skin on skin contact. A few years later we would have sleepovers in the shed. He introduced me to tying leather straps around the base of our erections. I was intoxicated by the smell of the leather. He moved away so we didn’t see much of each other until grade nine. We would meet up at an abandoned shed and simply fondle each other’s hard ons. I was so turned on as he talked about what his older brother did to him sexually when they were left alone at home. I’m sure he wondered why I never asked him to do these things with me. I was deeply ashamed of these encounters and soon decided there was no place to talk about this and therefore it was to disappear from my life. I buried myself in my school work and the high school band. This didn’t stop me from being turned on by the handsome player beside me whose shirt always gapped so I could see his nipple and beautiful chest. After high school I left town for university, and Peter became the custodian for a private school. I was a frightened, studious nerd, never missing a class and spending hours studying and sleeping in the library. On one of my holiday visits back to my hometown I bumped into Peter on the street just down the block from the abandoned shed. He lit up a cigarette and suggested we go to the shed ‘for old times sake’. I ignored the fact that he was now married and the fear in my gut and followed him. Once inside he pinned me against a wall and kissed me passionately. My first kiss, ever! I was transported out of this world as his tongue slipped into my mouth and began to dance with mine. I don’t know how long we sucked face, but I soon realized he had opened my pants and fished out my now very stiff cock. He quickly dropped to his knees and my stiffy was deep down his hot throat. His eyes smiled up at me as his head bounced and I watched my member move back and forth in his lips. It didn’t take long ‘til I ejaculated, and he sucked down every drop. I stood horrified and frozen; he stood, grinned at me and planted another kiss on my gasping mouth. I hurriedly pulled up my pants and ran failing to savour the taste of my own cum. It would be several years before I would run into him again. I’d been working at my first job for about a year and went home for an uncle’s funeral. This coincided with my high school reunion, so I decided to attend. Of course, I went alone and was not surprised to see Peter and his wife there. I’d heard they now had three kids. I bumped into Peter alone at the bar. He was already a bit tipsy, and I was embarrassed by how blatantly he was flirting with me. I hustled him off to a private hallway and we were soon entering a one-person bathroom together. Door closed and locked I was once again pinned against the wall and our mouths were locked in a passionate kiss. When we finally broke from this I anxiously asked about his wife. He hushed me with a finger to his mouth with one of his shit faced grins. He then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. Commando, his large, ridged cock slapped against his taunt belly and sexy treasure trail. He pushed me to my knees presenting his manhood to my face. I’d never really taken the time to notice before, but I was overcome by it’s cut, beauty. He grinned and nodded to me. With some hesitation I took the silky head in my mouth. “Use your tongue.”, he encouraged. Instinctively it found his piss slit and tried in vain to enter. He moaned his enjoyment and I was soon deep throat experimenting as I gave my very first blow job. As I felt I was just getting this figured out he pulled my head off his cock. “Stop. You’re good! I don’t want to cum yet.” He soon had his shirt off and my pants around my knees. Then he was kneeling and my penis had disappeared down his throat. ‘How was it I hadn’t experience this since the last time years ago?’ I wondered. “Oh, fuck Peter! That feels so good. I’m so close.” As he jumped to his feet and spun around, he urgently said, “No, not yet.” As he bent over leaning against the sink, he spit on one hand and rubbed it into his hairy ass hole. I had no idea what to do. He grabbed my raging hard on, pulled me to him and guided it to his winking hole. When I remained like a dear caught in headlights he backed onto my raw cock. This was the early seventies. I finally looked in the mirror and there was his classic shit faced grin urging me on. “Fuck me.” It felt great in there and I slowly started the in and out movement. Truth be told he was doing most of the moving with his ass. “Fuck me man, pound my ass.” I upped my game a little. “Faster, harder, fuck my cunt!” Something then possessed me, and I started slamming into him. Over and over and over again. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I need. Don’t stop!” “But if I keep this … up I’m … going to lose it.” I gasped. “Fuck yeah. That’s the point. Cum inside me, I need your sperm.” With those words not even fully out of his mouth I blasted, and blasted, and blasted! After the biggest orgasm of my life, I collapsed on his back as we both caught our breath. When I softened and fell out of him, he reached into his ass and brought out two fingers full of my man juices which proceeded right into his mouth. Then he kissed me and fed me my own cum, mouth to mouth. I was instantly hard again, a fact his free hand on my cock didn’t miss. In one swift move he was turned, bent and had my raw cock up his ass again. I didn’t need encouraging this time and ravaged his ass for the next twenty minutes. Oh, the stamina of youth as I had recovered and blasted the second load painting his guts. Gave my first blow job and pumped two loads into the ass of my now married childhood friend. Now that was a reunion beyond all my expectations. To be continued

Today we see a third group of Hostages released from Palestine (or, more precisely, from Palestine to Egypt to safe-zones elsewhere). Anyone who believes that the Israeli Government did this all on it's own is simply unaware of the facts. It is due entirely by pressure from President Biden, working with the Qatari's, to accomplish the addressing of this humanitarian issue. Anyone who believes this humanitarian exchange of hostages is something the Israeli Government dreamed up, all on it's own, is simply not cogent or worse. It is solely our President, Joe Biden, whose sense of compassion for the thousands upon thousands of Palestinian civilians under the most serious conditions, without food, potable water, medical care, the barest of necessities to maintain life, that - along with the Qatari's assistance - is solely responsible. Imagine if Mr. Trumpanzee* were President when this series of tragedies began to unfold. That insipid fool may have simply cut Israel loose, with even worse consequences. Or, allowed the US to be dragged into a general war in the Middle East. Mr. Trump was, is, and will continue to be solely concerned with his own filth catching up with him, and winding up in the clink. This series of events is a perfect example of President Biden's patience, exerting continuing pressure on the myopic Prime Minister of Israel to allow some measure of humanitarian relief for the thousands and thousands of civilians in the area. If there is one single act by our President, demonstrating beyond question his competency, his thoughtful-yet-insistent patience when dealing with a foreign head of state with far less humanity, markedly less intellect, then I wonder what it will take to shine a light into the darkness of those who believe Mr. Biden is somehow enfeebled. It may be true that Mr. Biden isn't as spry as he used to be; what octogenarian is? It may be that his speaking voice is softer than some would like. The indisputable fact is though, he is eminently capable to lead the Free World through crises, demonstrate clearly the compassion the world is feeling for the downtrodden, and steer the ship-of-state through difficult, churning waters. Let's put aside our domestic divisions, and give the man the credit he's due. *credit: Mr. Bootman

Mmmm yes please. What a yummy hole to feast, fuck and fist. Hopefully soon.

Oh yes and I’d like to see that @RawUK 🐷😈

Thank you. I do know my way around an ass.

I love to clean out your cum filled fuckhole as they refill your hungry hole

"After quoting from the Bible, the Democratic lawmaker said, “A religion that has to force people to put up a poster to prove its legitimacy is a dead religion, and it’s not one I want to be a part of. It’s not one I am a part of.” Talarico then brings up that this bill seems to go against Republicans’ desire to get parental consent for everything. “Every time on this committee that we try to teach students values like empathy or kindness, we’re told we can’t because that’s the parent’s role,” he said. “Every time on this committee that we try to teach basic sex education to keep our kids safe, we’re told that’s the parent’s role, but now you’re putting religious commandments — literalcommandments — in our classroom, and you’re saying that’s the state’s role. Why is that not the parent’s role?”" [think before following links] https://news.yahoo.com/watch-texas-democrat-leave-republicans-161826585.html?.tsrc=daily_mail&uh_test=0_00

Around 8 by my mom's bf's son and then by her bf and his roommate starting a bit later. It started maybe a month or two after the son.

Absolutely superb. Exceptional rhetoric and flawless debate technique applied against an insidiously disingenuous and manipulative platform. This is how you beat them.

Two days ago out cruising. I was good up ass out bent over my car and I felt a guys hands pull my cheeks open and slide his raw cock in. It was long and fat and stretched me a bit but I could tell he didn’t care. After about 5 mins he pulled out twisted me round n shoved it in my mouth it was then I saw it was a BBC. Suddenly another cock was in my ass n pumping like mad. After a few moments I could feel it pulse as it was spurting deep. As soon as he had pulled his slippy cock out the black guy spun me back round n fucked me hard n fast. Deep past my second ring and within a minute he was spitting his load deep. I counted 9 deep pulses as the ropes splashed my insides. As he pulled out he bent over n whispered that should make you join our club!

i don't know that i see it as "burn out," (that terms seems too permanent to me lol), but i appreciate the point. i think we can swing far in one direction, almost as part of self discovery (self preserving?). We are often socially/culturally conditioned against our sexuality, and i think going the other direction and 'whoring' can be a reaction against that conditioning. How much is too much? i think that's individual, and fluid. i think it's easy to make rules and habits that don't always fit the reality of where we are at at a given time. my experience is like others have expressed, sort of the tide coming in and the tide going out when it comes to my sex drive.

Hell no. Much better to save it for after you've left, and message him on Grndr as you walk back to your car . "Wanna hear something hilarious..."

Total access to fuck any guy any time I want to. I'll be walking down the street and see a fit guy with a fuckable arse and I just want to walk over, pull down his pants and fuck him. No questions, just fuck him. Kiss, make out as we do it, but in the end a good solid pump session in his eager hole and blow a big load in him, then he pulls his pants back up, I say thanks man, and off we go.

Absolutely I feel this. I salute the bottoms and tops who really being going all out 24/7 it’s a skill for sure. I can go weeks where I’m pretty full on, but then i can also go weeks where I have no sex at all and that’s okay.

My compliments and appreciation for sharing. Welcum to our family!

Oh my. It’s a shame that meat is on a committed bottom! 😉

Having a locked pig certainly does not suck for me. In fact, as a man who has zero interest in any Dick except my own and does not like a pig to touch his own dick during play as to focus his entire sexual energy on his sole sexual organ that I will be using, it is essential for me that dick is locked. Just how I am wired! 🐽

Part 15A: ''The Climax'' - I am about to ejaculate deep inside of your neg cunt faggot-boy. Oh Fuck. I'm cumming. YES. Oh fuck. OH FUCK. I am about to beCUM your Master, and even I have a Master.... HAIL S-atan.... Ugh-Grunt. With the sudden sensation of something warm and wet I could feel flooding my guts alongside Uncle Terry (now becoming my Master) buried balls deep and holding his pozition completely still whilst grunting in a steady rhythm every few seconds, I could tell he was unloading his pent up dirty seed from his fully loaded hyperspermia shooting fuck weapon... Once he had finished dumping his potent T☣️XIC seed deep inside of me my Master brought us both upright and STILL with a full mast erection fucks me slowly with our bodies still at that perfect 45 degree angle to the floor to ceiling mirror giving us that perfect post fuck visual. We reconvened our fixed locked gaze from a short while ago as my Master continued to fuck me. I returned to tweaking my piglet-tits and said.... - THANK YOU, my Master. - Oh Fuck.... What if that T☣️XIC load I just pumped into your guts creates a new poz pig? - Then my Master will OWN me! I further responded with scooping up piss and splashing it all over me as he continued to fuck my now loose, wet, and battered cunt filled with my Master's T☣️XIC dirty seed. And all you could hear now was sloppy squelching noises with each inward stroke. STILL fully erect even having just dumped a load. - This piglet was in hog heaven!

Part 15: ''Verbal'' SIR fucked me with a firm steady rhythm in this position for a while as we both stared into each others eyes via the mirror, his expression once again with that sinister look he had earlier with his face once again appearing dark and animated. Continuing on with our locked gaze, and his what would be unnerving to most sinister looking expression unchanged, he pulled me up from being all fours to being against his body, with his 12" Dick still fucking me balls deep. Our locked gaze did not falter as he, one, gave me specific instructions, two, I carried out those instructions, and three, we exchanged nasty verbal, not once did our locked falter.... - I want you to now until I say otherwise to continuously tweak those nasty faggot-tits of yours and to scoop up my piss and splash it over your face and whore of a body, alternating between the tit tweaking and piss play. - YES....SIR. - You do realise we have been fucking all night without a condom? - YES.... SIR, I know. - No condom to separate my mega T☣️XIC Fuck Weapon and it's dirty pre-cum juice as it glides against your velvet soft, warm, wet, and nastily loose neg cunt flesh! - Fuck YEAH. Your poz Dick feels amazing fucking me without protection. I cannot wait for you to dump that thick dirty seed deep in my cunt.... SIR. - That is fucking right, completely unprotected fucking. Are you certain that you understand that we have been fucking UNPROTECTED and RAW all night? - YES, SIR. - Damn, your faggot-boy-cunt feels so hot and nasty loosely wrapped around my T☣️XIC serpent. Does it not bother you that my current Viral Load is at Fourteen Million, Four Hundred and Fifty Seven Thousand? - Oh Fuck YEEES.... Just hearing him blurt out his latest reading automatically made me pull on my piglet-tits harder, and then.... harder again. I grunted and started to pant heavily.... - No, SIR.... It does not bother me. PLEASE.... Breed me, SIR. - If Doug could see you now, engaging in extremely high risk sex with my much more than poz Dick fucking your sweet neg faggot-boy-cunt. Our facial expressions and the look in our eyes intensified for both of us, gazes still fixed and locked in unison - You're a right little nasty faggot-boy, aren't you, pig. Now I will ask you for one final time; Do you consent for me to dump my dirty seed deep inside of your sweet neg faggot-boy-cunt? He scrunched up his cheeks to show off his sharpened incisors, then brought his mouth to my neck like earlier, pressing his fangs against my soft skin, now snarling at me and still fucking me. Our locked gaze still not broken! - I consent.... SIR. He pushed me forwards so I fell back onto all fours again breaking our locked gaze. I instinctively looked back up at the mirror but he was no longer looking into the mirror. His focus of lust was now on his Highly Charged Fuck Weapon fucking me fast and very hard as he gripped tightly onto my hips... - Fuck, look at that, fucking a neg faggot 44 years my junior with my throbbing T☣️XIC shaft... His right hand slapped my right ass cheek hard. - You are such a fucking nasty whore.... His left hand slapped my left ass cheek hard. - It's all fucking hot and wet in there.... what a nasty whore you are faggot-boy.... My right ass cheek received another hard slap as I continued to receive a hard pounding. After a few minutes of a super fast and hard fuck he stopped to get his breath back. Once he regained his composure.... - My balls cannot hold onto my T☣️XIC cum any longer! And with that he pushed me so I was now laying flat on my front on the piss soaked mattress. He climbed on top of me, slid back into me balls deep with his whole body weight pinning me down. His mouth near my ear I could hear and feel his breath which was now becoming heavy and erratic.... - I cannot hold my dirty seed any longer. I have to let it go. Are you sure you want it dumped deep in your neg faggot-cunt? - YES SIR, I am sure, I am positive. PLEASE become my Master....

Part 14; ''Piss-Play'' For the next few hours SIR fucked me in the sling, either fucking the HELL into me like he did when I first got into the sling, or slow fucking with long slow powerful strokes, with a few second pause at the end of each inward and outward stroke. Each time he fucked me without mercy he would need to stop for a while as he got his breath back, but when he did rest that did not stop his Highly Charged poz-piston throbbing, and twitching against my warm and wet neg cunt flesh. Sometimes though he would briefly go to the table to take a few swigs of his Beers. Throughout these few hours there was also plenty of two way verbal, with my inner sub feeling extra submissive with the drugged up state I was in, being completely restrained, but more importantly the face of the man who was USING me was out of my vision as it hid behind the Rubber Gas Mask. I was intoxicated by the absence of a face and how unhuman the Mask made him look. With me still lying in the sling and SIR buried in my cunt all 12" balls deep he suddenly just stopped fucking entirely, and he was not having one of his rests. I could not tell what he might be thinking as I could not see his face. But, it did not take long for me to realise that he was concentrating on being able to start a piss with an erection, and boy did he fill me up beautifully like he did earlier. But unlike my stomach my cunt could not hold it in, and it all gushed out and onto the floor. - What a nasty dirty faggot-boy you are, leaking my piss from your cunt onto Doug's Police Boots and all over the floor. You are going to FUCKING CLEAN THIS UP.... NOW! He unrestrained my wrists and ankles and ordered me to get out of the sling and onto the floor on all fours where it was my next duty in serving SIR to do as I was told and lap up the piss on the floor. No sooner had I started lapping up the mess that I had made SIR had gotten behind me to continue fucking me. Every now and then he would take his T☣️XIC Fuck Weapon out of my cunt and move me to another part of the piss puddle that needed cleaning up before sliding back inside my increasingly stretched out and trashed up cunt. In the midst of me being fucked and lapping up SIR's piss like a good little faggot-boy my body was abruptly brought upright where SIR took to repetitively scooping up his piss and smearing it all over my face, alongside multiple times forcefully shoving four fingers into my mouth, stretching my jaw and getting verbal whilst still fucking me.... - Fuck, you are one nasty fucking neg faggot-boy, making a right mess of Doug's cellar floor, hungry to be turned into a twisted and depraved no Dick and no cumload refused cum dump, and clearly wanting to experience a life changing event. Now GET UP! He withdrew his fingers from my mouth, his poz piss-piston from my pig-cunt and stood up.... - Get on the mattress with the puddle of piss, and give me another show with the 13" toy.... C'MON. I got the 13" toy and knelt in the piss of old... - SIR, this piss is now cold. - You had better warm it up then with your body heat. I know you like to splash it all over yourself. And I can always add to it. I had better go and get a few more beers. He returned with three more beers, plus a some towels and a bucket that would both be coming in handy later. Damn, he could put it away without even to be appearing drunk. Off came the Gas Mask as he sat on Sir's antique armchair again as I gave him another toy show whilst repetitively splashing the cold piss over my hot sweaty body to heat it up, and cool me down too. Being completely wasted from the chem clouds and from also working on my own super sensitive piglet-tits I soon forgot about how cold the piss was and began to enjoy it even though it was not warm anymore. As I served SIR with my piss/toy show he stroked his Fuck Weapon as three more beers went down as his body got them ready for me to enjoy. Once his third beer was finished he got up and instructed me to take one of the towels and mop up the piss from the foot of the sling and from the vinyl covered mattress and wring it into the bucket. Once my job was complete he had me kneel on the once wet vinyl covered mattress with my body parallel to the mirrors. He removed Sir's Police Boots so he was now completely naked as was I except for my chastity cage. He climbed onto the mattress and stood in front of me. He looked down at me, and I looked up at him. My piggy Chem-wasted expression told him that I was the faggot-boy here and that I now was ready for whatever came next. - You are a very good little pig, aren't you sweet boy!? He said that whilst stroking the side to my face. What a stark contrast to this evening. - Thank you, SIR. I just want to please you, as such I am here to SERVE you. I cannot wait until I get to call you Master. - Well, I think you have more than earned that privilege. Now I want you to turn your head and look at my face via the reflection, and keep your focus. - Yes Master, sorry, I mean SIR. He laughed. - Now now, getting ahead of yourself. Don't worry, not very long now. My cunt twitched at the anticipation for the inevitable. I looked into the mirror and up at his face. He continued to look down on me with an intent concentration. I think he was about to take another big piss. And piss he did, all over me from the neck down. I did try to keep my focus but I did lose it as I looked up and down admiring his lean limbs and their bulging veins. And when SIR was done with another HUGE flood of his beautiful warm Golden salty piss being released I now found myself kneeling in it once again, as this time around he was also now standing in it. He got me into a new position of being at about a 45 degree angle to the mirror, and just like earlier he had my knees spread as far apart as they would go, my arms straight and fists clenched as to give my body sturdy support, and again getting me to arch my beefy ass out. In this position I could see my hairy beefy ass cheeks and SIR's Fuck Weapon as it slid deep inside of me, and no sooner had he got me into this position that is what happened as we both knelt in SIR's piss for the fuck finale.

Part 13: ''More Clouds, and More Piss* - Now get up and kneel on the dry mattress with your hands behind your back. - Yes, SIR. He followed me and placed his highly charged poz piss piston into my mouth, held it there as he held the back of my head and looked down at me with an intense look of concentration.... - Don't you dare waste a drop faggot-boy as we are on the dry mattress! Suddenly a hard stream of SIR's Golden warm salty piss hit the back of my throat, and being the obedient and subservient pig-faggot that I am I wanted to please SIR so set about not spilling a drop. I was a good little pig-faggot, I got my throat into a steady rhythm drank every drop of the strong stream that gushed out for well over a minute without any spillage whatsoever. Removing his poz piss piston from my mouth he stood back and looked at the vinyl sheet covered mattress around me.... - Well done faggot-boy, you didn't waste a drop. Now open that slutty mouth of yours, I want to make completely sure you drank every last drop... He stepped forwards, grabbed my hair to yank my head back, and again spat into my mouth, this time the spitting was followed by a firm slap to my face. - I'm impressed pig, you really did drink every drop. You're a good little faggot-boy! Good pig. - Thank you SIR. I am here to please you, to serve YOU! He crouched down to my eye level and ordered me to again look directly into his deep set eyes as he set about tweaking my piglet-tits again. - You are here to SERVE me are you faggot-boy? - Yes, SIR. - So you will subMIT to anything that my depraved mind desires and lusts? - Yes, SIR. - I do like an subservient and obedient pig. And by the way, I WILL be coming deep inside of your cunt tonight, and once I do you will no longer call me SIR. The grip on my piglet-tits tightened causing the usual intense sensations of pleasure deep within my cunt not to mention it becoming wetter as the tit tweaking made sure more cunt juice was excreted. I searched his eyes for the answer to what he might want me to call him once he had cum inside of me. - From the moment I have unloaded my dirty seed deep inside of your cunt you will from that point on address me as.... Master! - Oh fuck... Fuck... FUCK... My eyes closed, my head flopped forwards, and all I could do now was whimper as I flew within the realms of pig-boy ecstasy in my high n horny state. - I see. Going by your intense reaction you cannot wait until that moment where you will address me as Master. Don't worry faggot-boy, it WILL be happening tonight. Now get up and lie under that rim seat. C'mon pig, time for you to eat out my poz-cunt. I knew how to position myself as Sir and I had used it a few times so far in my training. But there was a big difference between Sir Doug and SIR Terry. The latter's ass cheeks were wasted to reveal a beautiful smooth cunt-hole that appeared to have some skin tags present. He grabbed a beer, and another one of Sir's fat cigars, sat on the rim seat, and I got to work. I started off with licking to get SIR's cunt-hole to relax and open up so I could begin probing with my tongue, first with the tip, then getting in deeper. All the while SIR drank and puffed. I was told several times that I was doing a great job, but to get in deeper....Much deeper! - Good boy pig, you done a great job down there. I think you have earned a reward. C'mon, up you get and kneel back on the dry mattress. - Yes, SIR. What was my reward to be? I did not have to wait to find out. SIR gave me the meth filled meth pipe with lighter. - There you go faggot-boy, time for a fresh hit, and get as high as you can for me. I wanted you completely fucked up and wasted! Show me what you got.... - YES, SIR. As I recommenced getting cloudy SIR wondered off to Sir's wooden box underneath the staircase. Removing Sir's Muir from his head he replaced it with a full Rubber Gas Mask. He then returned and just stood there stroking his pre-cum oozing Fuck Weapon looking down at me as I blew cloud after cloud after cloud. I looked up at him but I could not see his eyes due to the clouds and the lenses to the Gas Mask. Once SIR was satisfied that I was well and truly wasted he took the meth pipe from me, put it to one side, then came and knelt in front of me. Again he went for my weak spot, my hard and pert hardwired piglet-tits. As my heart raced and as my respiratory rate had increased with meth sweat making my skin glisten SIR went to town on working on making my cunt excrete more cunt juice through the tweaking, and the harder it got the wetter and hungrier my cunt became. SIR now spoke, and due to the Gas Mask he now spoke with a deeper and quieter yet still intelligible voice.... - GET IN THAT SLING, faggot-boy. - YES, SIR. I with a great eagerness leapt up and threw myself into the sling, and more than happy for the immediate restraining of both of my wrists and ankles. - Knock me up SIR, permanently soil me with your corrupt DNA, mark me and own this obedient faggot who will SERVE you with my mind and body to fulfill all of your darkest desires. PLEASE SIR, I.... Before I could utter another word in, SIR in response to my fucked up verbal spent the next several minutes fucking the hell out of me, or maybe he was fucking the HELL into me! 😈 He stopped for a rest, breathless and sweaty from the hard pounding he just gave to me. - I normally only play with my fellow poz brothers but my Highly Charged Fuck Weapon stroking against your neg cunt feels so fucking hot and nasty....It's all fucking hot and wet in there.... whore!

Chapter 7. Two days later I got another message from Douglas. I had just turned on my computer at work when Douglas's message came. Douglas said that he has arranged for me to meet at a nearby department store during my lunch hour. I should be in the men's restroom on the 7th floor at exactly 11:10 and stand in front of the urinal. I have to hold my cock and rub it. I will hear about the continuation on the spot. Shortly before the lunch hour, I quickly went to the workplace toilet to clean myself and headed towards the department store. The men's restroom on the seventh floor was empty when I entered. It was almost past ten when I stood in front of the urinal and unbuttoned my pants. I nervously stared at the brick wall in front of me and jerked my hand against the hardening cock. Soon the bathroom door opened behind me and I heard footsteps. After a while, men in builder's clothes stepped on either side of me. The men opened their pants and exposed their cocks. Both men began to urinate. Both men were clearly bigger than me, as were their cocks. Both men peed silently, but at the same time rubbed the shafts of their cocks. When the fatter man's pee stream weakened, he turned to me and said in a broken voice that the whore will clean it up. I realized then that the men were immigrants. I bent over the man's cock and immediately took it straight into my throat. I tasted and smelled that the cock was not clean. But as a horny whore, I sucked the man's cock like a lollipop. The other man also started thrusting his cock into my mouth. It was just as dirty too, but a faggot's gotta do what a faggot's gotta do. I sucked both men's cocks willingly. Soon the older and fatter of the men said we had better move into the booth. The man directed me to the disabled toilet in front of him. The younger man locked the door behind him. I was told to undress. Both construction workers also undressed. All three of us were completely naked in the disabled toilet. I was told to stand on the toilet seat and show them my hole. The younger man greedily thrust his tongue into my hole and began to eat my hole. The older man spread my hole with his fingers and spit on my hole. After that, the younger man pulled me down from the stool and went to sit on it himself. He pulled me into his arms facing him and sat me on his cock. The man's cock sank with one blow straight to the bottom of my hole. After I had gotten used to the man's cock on my hole for a while, I felt how the older man adjusted his cock to my hole as well. There is no way I can take two big cocks inside me at the same time. So I started protesting. An older man picked up dirty briefs from the floor and stuffed them into my mouth. After that, he held his hand in front of my mouth and with a strong thrust pressed his cock into my side next to the younger man's cock. My ass was on fire. My hole was stretched to the limit. Both men started to fuck my hole. I felt like my ass was going to rip apart. I wonder what my husband would say if he saw me here. In the restroom of a department store, dirty briefs in my mouth and the thick, raw cocks of two unknown construction men deep in my ass. The men fucked me hard and ignored my protests. Very soon I felt how the younger man's thrusts became the most violent and he pushed his cock all the way to the bottom. I could feel the man's cock throbbing inside me. I guessed he emptied his balls inside me. The older man continued to fuck greedily, and the thrusts felt more comfortable as the injected sperm made my hole slippery. After a moment the younger man resumed his thrusts. I didn't protest anymore. My hole was already used to cocks and the sperm made my hole slippery. I shook my head so that the older man's hand was no longer covering my mouth and took the briefs out of my mouth. I panted with heat as the men's cocks moved in unison inside me. I felt the pace pick up again. Soon both men were coming inside me almost at the same time. Both men pulled out of my hole at the same time, I felt my hole open. The men moved me to the floor and offered their spermy cocks for me to clean. I gently licked both fucking sticks clean. An older man took pictures with his cell phone while I was on my knees on the floor with men's cocks in my mouth. I sure looked like a really used faggot. I watched from the floor as the men got dressed. The younger man put on my briefs, undershirt and socks. So I was left with the man's dirty clothes. When the men left I started to dress myself. I smelled deeply the briefs the man had left for me, which clearly had both sperm and piss stains on them. Horny. My cock was standing hard, so I jerked off and sprayed my own sperm on the brick wall of the toilet while breathing through the construction man's dirty briefs. The rest of the day I had worked in a construction worker's dirty briefs and a sweaty shirt and socks. I kept wondering how many of my co-workers smelled the manly smell I gave off.

I booked a session with my therapist as soon as I could. I got to a sexual health clinic even sooner. And, by the middle of the week I spilled the beans to my wife. Well not all the beans, not all the vivid details. Just that I found men more attractive than women, and I confessed I’d had ‘an encounter’ while away. She was not overly surprised and surprisingly supportive, despite her own fears of what this might mean for our marriage. Over the next month we each read everything we could find about how other couples had worked out ‘arrangements’ to stay together. I was so relieved when my STD tests came back negative. We had refrained from sex until I got those results. The night after I got them, we tried to make love, but my heart and body were just not into it. My soul had found an essential part of itself. I could not longer deny why hairy chests were such a magnet for my eyes and sex drive. It felt like it was tearing my heart from my chest but within six months I not only moved out I relocated to the other side of the continent. I actual camped and drove myself across the country. On the second day of the drive, I got confirmation that as terrified as I was about these choices it was the right thing to do. I had stopped for a quick lunch at a truck stop. I took a stool at the counter. The waiter was a cute young man. I was a bit confused because I could have sworn he was flirting with me as he took my order. Before he brought my food, instead of bringing my coffee he placed a large mug of cold beer in front of me. “Ah …. Um … I didn’t order beer …” “Yeah, I know. That guy bought it for you.” His eyes motioned toward a truck driver at the end of the u-shaped counter. My heart actually began to flutter, and my cock instantly sprung a boner as the driver’s eyes caught mine when I looked to see who was offering this gift. I quickly took in his bright, penetrating, bedroom blue eyes; a confident warm friendly smile, the slight nod of his head as he knew he had captivated my attention. It was as if my eyes were being pulled by a flesh magnet, and I couldn’t look away from his big boned sturdy body, his longish dirty brown curly hair, his five o’clock shadow: but, mostly, his loose fitting clean white t-shirt that someone had altered with pinking shears. The sleaves had been raggedly cut off with almost all the sides well down his torso. The neck had been cut into a deep v. Only small straps remained over his strong shoulders. The thick hair on his powerful chest spilled out the v and the slashed sides. The edge of one dark nipple peaked out for anyone and everyone to see. He was my perfect image of sexy! Knowing he had my attention he reached up through the bottom of his t and winked as he tweaking the semi exposed nipple. I knew I must be blushing as my face burned. The cute waiter flirtingly suggested I might need to cool down with a sip of beer. I picked up the mug in a toasting gesture toward my handsome admirer and mouthed ‘thank you’. He continued to smile, joined me in the toast by hoisting his mug, and mouthed back ‘enjoy’. My food arrived and I did my best to stay focused on eating it. About halfway through a presence moved onto the stool beside me. Between forkfuls I had resorted to guzzling my beer, my mug was almost empty. Placing his hand on my bare thigh (I always wear shorts in warm weather) he asked if he could buy me another. I quickly responded, “I shouldn’t.” As his hand left my thigh, reached up under his shirt, emerging into view through the v to rub his hairy chest he said. “Oh, I think you should.” And there was his captivating wink again. That’s when our cute waiter arrived with two more mugs. I knew I was trumped, we toasted our mugs and I watched as he proceeded to chug his beer. Glug, glug, glug … his beautiful Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. He expertly didn’t spill a drop. Seeing his mug empty I tipped mine to my mouth intending to take a large guzzle. I took too large a mouthful, choaked, and proceeded to spill much of the rest down the front of my shirt, soaking my crotch. As I tried in vain to mop up my mess, he ordered two more mugs. The waiter tripped as he arrived to deliver them. They smashed on the counter and sprayed both the trucker and me. Our clothes were soaked. What was left of that skimpy white t-shirt was now transparent. My eyes bugged out. He quickly pulled it over his head and wrung it out into his mouth. “Looks like we need to go to my truck cab and get out of these.” His eyes held mine. “Ah …. ah … ah…” I stuttered. He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the counter. “Let’s go.” Before leaving he handed the waiter a crisp new $50 bill. “Keep the change.” His rig was covered with chrome accents and sparkled it was so clean and buffed. As he climbed to open the cab door my eyes looked directly at his round firm butt filling his tight blue jeans. He reached down to offer me a hand to help pull me up. The inside of the cab was as spotless and tidy as the sheen on the outside. He immediately moved into and invited me back to the spacious sleeping cab. He was already slipping off his jeans by the time I got there. Commando, I was confronted with his semi-hard thick cock. I froze into my typical deer caught in headlights. “Come on guy, it won’t suck itself.” he laughed. When I still didn’t move, he said; “Come on! You know why you followed me here.” I quickly dropped to my knees and engulfed his beer-soaked cock. It hardened and he fucked it deeper and deeper until it was hitting my tonsils. He only stopped when I started to gag and cough. He then stood me up, stripped me and bent me over his bunk. His five-o’clock shadow was soon scratching my ass cheeks and his tongue probing my hole. This continued for a deliciously long time. I was enjoying it so much that I was disappointed when he stood me, turned me around, pushed me on my back and pulled me forward so my ass was hanging over the edge. I instinctively lifted and spread my legs; the mushroom head of his now huge cock didn’t miss a beat as it started teasing my hole. “I need to see your face as I claim your hole man.” I couldn’t hide the fear in my voice; “Fuck, I don’t think I can take that.” “What you a virgin or something.” The lust grew in his eyes. “No. I’ve been fucked. My first time was six months ago, but there’s been nothing up there since.” “So, some other guy took your cherry. Damn sorry it wasn’t left for me.” “Well … um … actually seven guys. Peter broke me in, and the next day six strangers and Peter used me.” “Used you? Did you suck them.” “Well yeah … and they all fucked me and came in my ass … … several times actually.” “Nice!” With no further ado he hoarcked on his cock and his mushroom head breached my ring. One of his hands went over my mouth to stifle my scream. He started to push in little by little continuing to add spit for lube. I couldn’t take it anymore, grabbed his but cheeks and rapidly pulled him into me balls deep. The relief was almost instantaneous. It was his turn for his gorgeous eyes to roll into the back of his head. Then he kissed me passionately and started to thrust. Between his spit, precum, and my ass juices the lubrication was spot on. I wanted a video recording from my view of this gorgeous blond hunk looming over my prone body and pushing his huge cock in and out of my hole. He had amazing stamina. He would work himself up into a frantic state, so I was sure he was ready to explode and then he’d back off, as in slow down. He’d push in deep almost crushing me, hold it there and proceed to kiss me passionately for ten or so minutes. Then the fuck would continue. Frantic, slow, hold, kiss and repeat. Again and again. I finally confessed my legs hurt. He continued to fuck me moving me into three or four other positions. I was like putty in his strong hands and loved the feel of our naked hairy bodies connecting. A couple hours passed in these coital gymnastics. When he had me back in missionary his face disappeared into my ass for the most intense rimming I could imagine. When he stood, he was holding his huge, ridged cock pointed at my now aching hole. “You ready for the grand finally?” I just nodded my head. Even though it was hurting like hell my ass was so relieved to have him back inside. We both panted and groaned as he drove into me like a pile driver. He just went on and on and on. When I was beginning to think maybe he wasn’t able to cum, wondered if I was doing something wrong, he pinned me down, pressing my body into the mattress like in a vice, threw back his head, and his open mouth emitted a powerful groan as his entire body began to shake and shudder. My fingers found his taint as it was pulsing blast after blast as deep into my gut as his cum could reach. He collapsed with the full weight of his body onto me, and we both panted to regain our breath. I was surprised to feel the cab shift as I heard the door open. I realized company was arriving. Soon, the cute waiter appeared through the door of the sleeping cab. He was quickly stripping. “Fuck man, my smoke break is almost done. I knew you were still fucking as I watched the cab rock. I began to think I would never hear you cum man. Get off him. I only have time left for a quick pump and dump.” The trucker was off of me and the cute waiter in me before I had time to protest. Not that I thought of protesting. True to his word after about five quick pumps he was spraying my gut walls with his copious sperm. As quickly as he had arrived, he jumped off me, pulled on his clothes, and left. The trucker was sitting on the end of the bed grinning and stroking his huge hard cock. “How many times have you two done this. It was all planned out wasn’t it.” “Fuck yeah man. Dozens of times. I’ve been doing this route for four years. We manage this every two or three weeks. He’ll be pissed he had to breed you so quick. Help me out, would yah? Stick around ‘til the end of his shift.” I didn’t need convincing but his hot mouth on my ready cock made sure I wasn’t going anywhere soon. We 69ed for a good while before he was sucking out my ass. After he snowballed a good wad into my mouth, he lowered his hairy ass into my groin. My cock slid up and down his crack until he reached for it, aimed it at his hole and pushed it in with a deep sighing; “Fuck yeah man. I need this.” No lube. I fucked him in a number of positions for the next hour. How I held off that long I’ll never know. I finally asked; “I’m so fuckin close, where …” “In me, don’t ask, breed me.” I already had. As we were recovering his shortwave radio came to life. “Hey bud. By the rockin of your wheels it looks like you’re havin fun. You got some tail you’re willin to share?” He looked at me. “He’s another trucker, big bear, I know you’ll like what he has to offer.” Before I could answer he bounced out to the radio and called his friend to join us. By the tip of the cab as the door opened, I knew his buddy must be big. I still wasn’t prepared for the 6’4” 300 pound giant that entered shirtless into the sleeping cab. Every inch of his torso, front and back. were covered with thick black hair. His work boots, pants and underwear quickly ripped off, he was on top of me. Turning to his buddy he said. “I’m gonna assume he’s lubed and ready to go.” “Yup, mine, and one from our cute waiter.” His solid member wasn’t as long as our host but it was almost twice as thick. This didn’t stop him from ploughing into me with no preparation. For the next twenty minutes his sweating body and pounding tool dominated me. Our hosts once again hard cock was fed to my mouth. They both climaxed at the same time. I was given a pass for the next round. I was horny as hell watching our host trucker take a pounding and breeding from the massive bear. The bear then lay on his back and our host directed my cock into the deep, dark, sweaty, hairy hole. I was mounted again for a sandwich fuck culminating with yet another load pumped into me, mine into the bear and the bear’s hitting the cab ceiling and wall. “Holy fuckin shit. Look at the time. We’ve gotta get these rigs moving. Don’t forget to hookup with the waiter. He’ll be leaving from his shift.” The two rigs left the lot as I headed for my car still trying to wrestle myself back into my smelly beer stained clothes. The waiter was leaving the restaurant and called me over. He took me out back behind a dumpster and took his time breeding my ass. He didn’t worry about keeping quite and before I stood straight again four more strangers’ cocks had been in me and left their silky deposits. Tuckers, cooks, dishwasher; I had no idea. I could hardly walk. But, I knew I had made the right choice to leave my marriage and get as far out of my hometown as I could manage. To be continued

The next day dawn bright, hot and sunny once again. We spent the morning swimming and packing up our site. We didn’t bother with clothes, and oddly, nothing was said about the day before. About noon the two hunky cubs paddled up to our site. Their gorgeous hairy chests had me immediately springing a boner. I tried to hide it, but Peter was quickly kneeling in front with my cock down his throat. Both guys shucked their shorts as they confidently walked up to me and kissed me. Both had a hand on my ass and one of their fingers penetrated me. “Finally!” one exclaimed as he moved behind me. Peter moved off my cock long enough to say, “Dominate him, he’s just learning his submissive role.” The cub behind me needed no more encouragement. He spit on his 7 solid inches and plunged it balls deep into my tender ass. I screamed and it echoed down the lake. He didn’t wait to pound me, and it took a while for pleasure to mix in with the almost overwhelming pain. This transition was just started when he declared; “Take my fuckin load slut.” I couldn’t feel the load but the spasms of his cock and shudder of his body were unmistakable. Number two was immediately trusting into me. With the first guys cum as lube I didn’t want this onslaught to end. All too soon a long groan emitted from his mouth but clearly started from his groin and member unloading deep in my gut. Only then did Peter stand with some of my cum smeared on his lips. I must have unloaded without noticing. He was soon behind me and I was riding his familiar rock-hard tool. Only yesterday my ass had been a virgin, within ten minutes today I was impaled on my third raw cock. Two had already bred me and I was sure I wouldn’t be waiting long for load number three. And, I was loving this! After Peter came in me number two cub wasted no time crouching behind me and lapping at my sloppy hole. Number one cub joined him and licked the cum that had already dripped down my leg. I was bent over facing the lake and saw two canoes come around the point. There were four older shirtless guys who stopped paddling and were clearly mesmerized by the surprise sex show. Peter stroked his big meat and called out, “Come and get in the action if you want guys.” They quickly reached shore and were scrambling out of any clothes they had been wearing. The silver bear among them came straight to me and asked the cubs if they were prepping me for a fuck. “Nope’, responded the first, “Enjoying the three loads this slutty sub has already received.” “Then move out of the way, he won’t need anymore lube for this monster.” Only then did I realize his rock-solid rod was at least 12 inches long and thicker than a beer can. As he moved in behind me I cried, “I can’t take that!” “You can and you will, even if it splits you in two.” I was already screaming as the portobello mushroom head breached my outer ring. “Would one of you cubs do me? I always perform better if I’ve got a cock up my ass.” I couldn’t see which one stepped up, but from the silver daddies groan of pleasure I knew his rear door had been breached. It was only then that I noticed Peter was being spit roasted down by the shore. I short fat man the shape of a beach ball was giving the blowjob. An elderly pot-bellied guy was fucking his ass. Cub number 2 joined them, and his boner was soon planted in the old guy’s ass. My attention returned to the pain in my ass, which surprisingly was mixed with intense pleasure. I reached between my legs to find silver daddies’ huge raw cock was disappearing balls deep with each instroke. I could hardly believe this and was incredibly proud of myself at the same time. Cub number 1’s voice came over the intense sounds of sex all around the campsite. “I’m about to cum daddy bear, where do you want it.” “Fuck kid, no need to ask. Just breed me deep.” “Fuuuccckkkk Yyeeaaahhhh. Loadin your …” “Yeah, I can feel it …sending me over the edge.” Silver daddies’ unloading growl was in competition with the old guy breeding Peter. Pretty soon the beach ball fat guy’s cock was in my ass, and even quicker pumping his sperm into me. Only then did I notice the fourth of their party. A tall, slim, steely grey-haired guy I would guess in his mid forties. He was rolling a condom onto his thin straight 8” cock. I noticed a wedding band. His rubber clad cock was soon pistoning my slopy ass. It didn’t feel nearly as good as the raw ones, but my ass was thankful for the attention all the same. He fucked me for a long time. As he was doing so, I watched Peter pump a load into Cub #1. Cub number two bred Peter, and so did Silver Daddy. Then I felt the long slim cock slip from my ass. I heard the snap of the rubber as he removed it from his cock. He was already unloading as he pushed back into me. I was so fuckin happy I was getting his load that I didn't ask what that was about. My dripping ass became the centre of attention as everyone, excelt the tall slim guy, used, abused and bred me one more time. My hole would no longer close and cum was leaking out and down my balls and legs only a little slower than it had been pumped in. I was exhausted, but still able to keep track of the twelve loads that had painted my gut walls. I was dumfounded. Seven men had just used and abused me and the only one I knew anything about was my childhood friend Peter. How had I let this happen? Like a kid in a candy store I knew I wanted more as the three canoes paddled away. I turned to Peter. “I know we are supposed to go home this afternoon. But, after what just happened I can’t. I’m not ready to face my wife and kids. I understand if you must leave. I’ll paddle you to your car …” “No need. I’m here for you.” He was already unpacking the tent. As the sun set that night it was finally cooling off, so we lit a fire. We must have sat for ¾’s of an hour entranced by the dancing flames, not a word crossed our lips. Peter broke the silence. “Sorry bud. I think that was too much for you.” “Fuck yeah! How often does that happen to you?” “Not that much, sometimes, well enough. OK, often " he laughed. “I can’t believe that my ass was a virgin yesterday, and now 7 men have dominated and bred me.” “Fuckin hot, eh?” “Well yeah, but overwhelming to. And I just want more … … … How many guys have you had sex with?” “Oh shit. Lost track years ago. Hundreds, maybe even thousands.” “Holy shit! … … How can you be so comfortable with it?” “It’s just so natural for me. I started early and by 18 my brother, uncle and older cousin were fucking and breeding me three times a week. After leaving high school I play on a men’s soccer team. The first year I set the goal to suck off everyone of them before the end of the season. Exceeded my goal by also being bred by half of them and all our coaches.” “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “Nope. I just love sex with men, I’m addicted to it.” “What about your wife?” “What about her?” “Does she know?” “Let’s just say she gives me lots of ‘hall passes’, just as I do with her.” I let that sink in for quite some time. Then a question occurred to me. “Why did that one guy wear a condom up until he unloaded in me.?” “Not sure, but I suspect he wanted to lower his chances of taking something home to his wife. Did you see his wedding ring?” “Something home?” “An STD. Wife and I bring stuff home all the time. You’ll need to get tested after the sex circus we had today.” “FUCK!!!!!” “It’s no big deal. The clinics are completely confidential.” I was too exhausted to talk anymore. We sat in silence for another fifteen minutes before Peter quietly announced. “I want to fuck you, I need to breed you one more time before I fall asleep.” That’s how I fell asleep with 13 loads in my ass only the day after I lost my virgin ass to my childhood friend. ….To be continued

Fitting this should be my first post. Hello all

I was ready for this reunion within the reunion to end. My childhood friend Peter was not. With two of my fresh loads in his ass he bent me over the sink as I protested, “What are you doing?” “Just returning the favour old friend, just returning the favour.” He couldn’t say anything more because his five o’clock shadow was scratching my ass cheeks as he devoured my virgin hole. Fuck, another first. I was so lost in the pleasure of this new experience that I didn’t notice when he stood. That is until his cock penetrated my unsuspecting hole. I screamed, pushed him out and away, pulled up my pants and ran down the vacant hall while trying to fasten my trousers. Without saying a word to anyone I fled the reunion and made my way to the closest hotel where I proceeded to get royally drunk. The next day I left town and swore I would never return. Over the next three years I met a wonderful woman. Within months we were married and by the end of the first year had our first child together. Deep inside I was filled with a profound disquiet. I hated that I was always on the lookout for shirtless men. I couldn’t hide from myself how turned on I was if their chests were covered with a thick mat of fur as was developing more and more on my own skinny chest. I grew more and more stressed until my wife suggested, and then insisted, that I go for some counseling. I have no idea what I babbled on about for the first four sessions, but there was no way I could tell this nice woman what was bothering me. One night I rented the video ‘Making Love’ and began watching it after my wife went to bed. When it came to the guy’s sex scene, I felt sick to my stomach, shut off the movie, grabbed a bottle of ‘Jack Daniels’ and drove off to a nearby private beach that I used for clandestine skinny dipping from time to time. I proceeded to rapidly down the entire bottle and got violently sick. Exhausted I fell into a fitful sleep and awoke cold as the sun was just starting to rise. I arrived home with my tail between my legs to be greeted by my wife. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you are scaring me and I’m afraid if this continues you will scare our son. I don’t know what you are talking about in therapy, but you better get to the root of what’s going on and fast.” Later that day, I entered my therapist’s office red eyed, and shame faced. I just cried and cried, weeping for the first twenty minutes. She calmly and patiently waited, from time to time reassuring me to ‘let it out’ and that ‘everything is going to be OK.’ Eventually, the words just started vomiting out of my depths. The movie spurring my drinking binge. My addictive attraction to men’s hairy chests. And, eventually, confessing my encounters over the years with Peter. “Have you ever told anyone before?” she gentle inquired. “NO!” “I see. Thanks for trusting me.” Over the next many weeks, I was eventually able to admit that I must at least be bisexual. I figured ‘I couldn’t have my cake and eat it too’, so I needed to resolve to push my attraction to men away and stay committed to my ‘good marriage.’ She patiently listened. Assured me I was a good man, husband and father. Only then sharing her doubts that I could just push the gay or bi feelings and needs away. When I finally relented that I thought she was right I asked her what I was supposed to do. “What do you want to do?” She patiently enquired. “Have it all go away.” “You’ve tried, how has that worked?” “It hasn’t. So, tell me what am I supposed to do?” “I can’t tell you what to do.” “But I don’t know where to start, or what to do next. I can’t tell my wife.” “You can’t tell her yet, but you’ll find the right time. In the meantime, you may need to do some experimenting.” “Experimenting? You mean have sex with guys?” “Maybe. But at least talk with some gay and bi guys.” She gave me contact information for a gay and lesbian support agency. I couldn’t bring myself to go and told her so the next session. She showed me a video of guys sharing their coming out stories. For the next three sessions we talked about my thoughts from the video. I finally admitted I found one of the guys incredibly sexy and his story of experimenting sexually with a buddy to confirm his desires incredibly exciting. “Then experiment with a buddy if you need to.”, she patiently encouraged. “But I don’t have a buddy.” “What about Peter?” “Oh, I couldn’t ask him.” “Then maybe you’ll want to hire a male escort.” “Shit, are you fucking kidding?” I had instantly sprung a boner and my heart was racing. As enticing as her last suggestion was the closest I could get was to look at escort’s adds in the back of a gay porn magazine that I found in a ditch. I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone. One weekend soon after this, I decided to get away for a solo backwoods canoe, camping trip. Surely, some solitude should help me relax. As I was unloading my car and packing the canoe another vehicle arrived. To my shock and surprise, it was Peter. What were the chances we’d pick the same weekend, wilderness area and start off point, let alone arrive at the same time. We decided to use just my canoe, but I insisted he bring along his own tent. We paddled for about four hours and found a great campsite just before the thunder clouds that had rolled in opened up with a deluge. As we rushed to get my tent up, I relented and told Peter, “get in hear out of the rain. We can put your’s up when the rain stops.” We threw everything in the tent and stripped to the buff out of our soaked clothes. I would have kept my underwear, but they were also dripping wet. I avoided looking at his nakedness and did the best I could to hide my raging hard on. As the rain continued, we talked about lots and awkwardly avoided the elephant in the tent ‘how we had parted the last time we saw each other’. The rain didn’t stop, we eventually rolled out our sleeping bags and slept naked on top of them. I feared I wouldn’t be able to sleep but the fresh air and exercise had worked their magic. The next day proved warm and sunny, so we set out in only swimwear to a close by waterfall. Rounding a corner, the falls came into view and we saw a naked straight couple romping below the cascade. We stealthily beached our boat and watched the couple as we hid in some bushes. I wanted to leave when they started having sex, but Peter was now wanking his big hard cock. I was too embarrassed no mater how much I wanted to stay and be a voyeur. I followed a trail, found a nice rock, sunned for a bit, removed my swim trunks, sunned some more all the time disquieted by what was going on at the falls just up the trail. My attention was not so much on the straight couple as images of Peter and his wank, which led to me remembering the awkward sexual sessions in our past. I had to cool myself down and jumped in for a skinny dip. Before I got out Peter paddled around the corner smiling like a Cheshire cat that had caught the biggest fattest mouse. “Fuck man, that was amazing. Why did you leave?” I avoided his question, scrambled to retrieve and put on my swimsuit and we resumed our paddle. After a great campfire and three glasses of scotch each we climbed into my tent. Again, it was sweltering hot, so we lay on top of our sleeping bags naked as the day we were born. An incredibly awkward silence ensued, and we both laid perfectly still for quite a while. That was until I heard Peter stir and his warm lips wrapped around my ridged cock. I didn’t say anything or move, I just let him service me. Eventually one of his fingers began to trace my hole. He only removed his mouth from my cock long enough to wet his finger which moved back, this time to gently penetrate my back entrance. This felt so good that I said nothing and continued not to move. His finger went deeper and deeper and was soon messaging my prostate. This drove me wild, and I bucked my hips driving my cock deep down his throat where I unloaded beyond his tonsils. I didn’t know the term at the time, but he moved up and snowballed a large portion of my protean which I instinctively proceeded to swallow. And to my surprise, loved. Without thinking I had his cock balls deep down my throat. I don’t know how he maneuvered it in the small tent, but he was soon positioned so we 69ed each other in mutual blow jobs. His talented mouth soon had me hard again. I matched his moves as we upped the speed and soon, we were synchronistic ally painting each other’s tonsils. When we gained our composure, he took my face in his hands and gently said; “I want to fuck you.” “No, thanks, but I’ll fuck you if you want.” Where I found the third load to breed up his ass is still beyond me to this day. Collapsing after my third epic orgasm I fell fast asleep. To be continued.

We got fucked in all sorts of positions after that, but my favourite was when we were bent over opposite sides of the dining table, able to look in each other's eyes as the guys did a round robin on each of us. They were all getting pretty verbal about the gifts they were giving us, and we didn't hold back in encouraging them along. It was fucking hot to hear my 18 year old quarterback brother demanding they breed him. It was much later on that we heard a load of deep motorbike growls from outside, shortly after which a load more men walked into the room. They were proper badass-looking bikers, lots of leather, tattoos and silver jewellery, and they were rough fuckers right from the outset. The host and his original guests seemed to gradually disappear from the room, I guess to lie down and rest elsewhere in the house, whilst the bikers absolutely pounded me and my brother over and over. They were even more verbal about their disease than the other guys had been, and seemed to want my brother in particular to beg for mercy. Gotta give him credit, he played along even though I could tell he was loving what they were doing to him. The only time I saw him get a bit uneasy is when they decided to start double-fucking us, something that neither of us had done before, but where I took a long time to get comfortable with having two of their massive, pierced dicks inside me at once, his ass was clearly more accommodating and he was soon enthusiastically pushing back on them. Slut. It must have been the early hours of the morning when we were given another break, with us joining the bikers outside to smoke a few cigarettes. Then we were ushered back in the house and up the stairs, before being urged into separate bedrooms. The one I was almost pushed into had three of the original guys asleep on an absolutely huge bed, and after pulling off what remained of my army uniform I climbed on and squeezed into a gap to lie down. I think I pretty much passed out when I got horizontal. I woke at some point after dawn to the feeling of being fucked again, and sure enough one of my bedmates had positioned himself against my back and slipped into me. It was quite a gentle fuck, but once he'd come the other two turned me on my front and then used some leather restraints I hadn't noticed before to secure my arms and legs so I was splayed out. They then both took turns climbing on my back and fucking me until they shot off another volley of toxic cum inside my now loose and sloppy hole. What I wasn't expecting was that I was left in that position for hours. Guys came and went, and for all I knew they were men who hadn't been at the party the night before as I couldn't see any of them. What I did know is that my brother was also being fucked still, as I could occasionally hear him begging for loads through what must have been quite a thin wall. Just when I was starting to get concerned that my mom would be getting worried about where both her sons had gone without a word, I was released from the restraints and allowed to get up and stretch. "You did good son" said the host. "Thanks" I replied. "Now go get yourself showered and off home" he said. There were still fucking sounds coming from the other bedroom. "What about my brother?" I asked. "I'm not leaving without him." "Don't worry, I expect they'll be done with him soon" the host replied. "Not often these guys get to use such a prime piece of teenage meat. Get yourself cleaned up and then I'll see if can prise him away from them for you." I nodded at him, then made my way towards the bathroom and got in the shower. I was aching, my hole was sore and gaping, I had dried cum everywhere while fresher deposits oozed out of me, so it was a relief to get under the flow of hot water. I spent a bit of time in there, and was just getting out when my brother came into the room, looking as fucked-out and used as I felt. "Fucking hell" he whispered. "I'm so fucking sore." "Me too" I said, managing to give him a small smile. "You OK though?" "Tired" he said, "but yeah, I'm OK." He got showered while I dried off, feeling a bit fraternal and not wanting to leave him alone in there. I stayed with him while he dried off as well, and then we both exited at the same time to find the host and one of the other guys waiting for us outside holding our clothes in neatly folded piles. We took the piles into one of the bedrooms while they disappeared off downstairs, and we silently and achingly got dressed. We then headed downstairs to the smell of some sort of fast food, and sure enough there were two McDonald's bags sitting out for us with a coffee each as well. "Thanks boys" said the host, coming in from the yard. "Marvin went out and got those for you as we figured you'd be hungry." "Thanks" I said. "We'll take these to go if that's OK. Our mom might be getting worried." "No problem" he replied. "You've got my number, so let me know how you get on, or if you want to come back for another party." "I will do" I said, before grabbing the bags while my brother picked up the coffees. We headed down the hallway and back out the front door, finding most of the cars and trucks from the night before had gone as had the motorbikes. We got into Dad's old car, and I reversed us out onto the street and then drove a few minutes to somewhere we could pull over on a quiet street near our house. We then tucked into the food and coffees in silence, before I drove us the rest of the way back. I went in first as I could get away with being dressed in my uniform, but my brother stayed in the car until I slipped back out with some jogging bottoms and a sweater he could slip on over his kit before coming inside with me. He got some grief from Mom about being out all night, not something she seemed to care about with me, but she was tired from her overnight shift and eventually let it go so she could head off to bed. We both followed suit, exhausted after the all-night toxic gangbang we had been through. After giving ourselves a couple of days to recover, we both eventually admitted to each other that we were ready to get fucked again. My brother suggested I show him the ropes in the woods, and for the next few days as our mom toiled away at Target overnight, her sons could be found bent over logs or leaning against trees behind the bus terminal, taking whatever the local men had to offer. It was about two weeks later that we both started to feel unwell, and I recognised the symptoms as what we should expect as we converted. Mom did her best to look after us, and after a few days we were both a lot better. At my suggestion, my brother agreed that we should probably go to a clinic to get tested, so we got in the car and drove the two hours it took to get to the city so that we could go to one of the anonymous drop-in centres we'd read about online. Lord only knows what the staff thought at two guys who were obviously brothers arriving to get tested, particularly when our results came out and we elected to be told them together. Unsurprisingly, we were both now poz. "You OK?" I asked my brother, after the staff had left us in peace. "Yeah" he said, turning to look at me. "You?" "Yeah" I replied. "To be honest I'm kinda surprised I wasn't already poz after all those fucks I took in the woods before." "Guess the party really worked" he said, grinning at me. "I guess so" I said, grinning back. With that, we got up and headed outside onto the street. It was a bit of a walk back to the car, and I don't know what it was, but something in me wanted to connect with my brother at this moment. I put my arm over his shoulder as we walked, and moments later his arm came across my back and he gripped my bicep. We didn't say anything or look at each other, instead just focusing on the sidewalk as we strode forward. Siblings. Sluts. Toxic. Whatever. In that moment, we were brothers in arms... ----- THE END Guys, I'm going to leave it there as I'm off on holiday tomorrow and have got a shit tonne of domestic chores to do first. Thanks for the many reactions and comments - hope you all enjoyed this conclusion.

EPILOGUE My life pretty much exploded after that fateful night. Obviously it was over with Sarah, and I moved out as soon as I could. She completely ghosted me, which I don't blame her for after what she definitely saw come through on her phone/ I was damn near disowned by my family, although after a few months my sister-in-law reached out and met up with me. I was told to be patient, that they would come to terms with it, and that they still loved me. A year on and that hasn't come to pass, but at least she messages me every month or so to check in so it feels like there's some connection. I haven't seen any of the guys since it happened, and can only assume that I won't again. I had caught a few of their horrified messages on the journey home from the club before my phone went on silent, and by the time I turned it back on the next day I had been kicked out of the WhatsApp group. I suppose I could have tried directly calling or texting one or two of them, but I doubted that would get me very far. I'm also off the football team, although one of the gay guys who plays now comes round regularly to breed me, often bringing a mate or two. I'm thinking of joining a gay men's team if they'll have me. I did manage to avoid getting fired, largely because the only person in the office who found out about it was one of the managers in the finance team. He seemed so straight-laced and proper that it was a bit of a surprise to find myself being essentially blackmailed into taking his loads - and those of whoever else he felt should have a go with me - on a regular basis. Underneath the grey suits and general ledgers was a toxic pig, it transpired. The pierced guy, who I now know as Brian, took me in once I had moved out of the flat I shared with Sarah. "He's gone" was the only thing he was willing to say about his partner's absence, and I didn't probe it any further. Perhaps what had been done to me was a wake-up call for Brian, but I didn't think that could be it alone. Either way, I moved into the basement garden flat and started paying some rent, although it is pretty cheap and I earn my keep in other ways. Rarely a day goes by when he doesn't breed me in some part of the house. I know what you're wondering, and yes, I did of course come down with the fuck flu. It wasn't too bad, and a quick visit to a clinic once I was better confirmed the diagnosis. I've gone on meds, on the basis that I may as well stay healthy seeing as I'm just a receptacle rather than a potential gifter. I now bear a large stylised biohazard tattoo on my upper back - annoyingly meaning I have to wear thick shirts at work even on hot days - and took a lot of inspiration from Ace Era when I elected to get the words "BREED" and "ME" imprinted on each of my buttcheeks. Free of Sarah's disapproval, I'm still thinking about other tattoos to get, but these seemed like the most important ones. For now, I have something of a life. I have made a couple of new friends to give me some sense of normality, and I have a large and ever expanding list of guys who like to use me regularly. I also frequently just take my chances on the heath or other cruising locations, eager to satisfy a need that has only grown stronger over time. Brian sometimes takes me back to the club, although I've never experienced anything quite like my first night there. My only regret is the way things worked out with my friends and family, but I suppose I've made peace with it. I'm not sure where things will go as I get older, but I'm keeping any potential loss of appeal at bay with a robust gym regime. It doesn't hurt that most workouts end up with a recharging or two in the toilets from the toxic doms who run the place. To this day I still don't get turned on by men, other than by the prospect of being reamed out. I continue to find women attractive, and on the rare occasions when I have some alone time of that nature, it is straight porn that I watch. I don't know that I will ever understand why I'm wired up so wrong, but that's OK. I have accepted who I am. My name is Christian Berg. I'm straight. I'm poz. I'm a cumdump for any man that wants to use me. And this was my story. THE END

The two burly men and I set off across the heath, and along the way they talked to me a bit. For some reason I just told them everything, about being a cock-loving straight guy who had kept it all repressed for too long while trying to be a good boyfriend. They seemed pretty interested by this, and commented on how I had really "thrown the shackles off" in coming up there that night. They shared a look with each other when I mentioned that my girlfriend was away for a month and I was just going to be taking it easy for the rest of the weekend. When we got to their house, which I noted to be pretty large and expensive-looking, they directed me to a door that led down to a sort of basement that had been converted into a self-contained flat opening onto the garden, showing just how hilly it was here given the front door upstairs was at street level. There was a big bathroom down there, and they had told me to just take as long as I needed to get clean while they put my clothes into the machine for a fast wash-and-dry cycle. It had initially been a bit awkward getting down to my underpants in the hallway on the ground floor in front of both of them, but needs must. After I showered and got myself towel-dried in the bathroom, I emerged to find the two of them waiting for me in the living area of the garden flat. "All better?" the guy with the piercing asked. "Yes, thanks" I said. "Good" he replied. "Well, the machine is going to be a while, so why don't you lie down for a bit." He gestured towards the bedroom, which I wandered into. It was then that I realised that perhaps all the fun wasn't over, as laid out on the bed were some leather restraints and chains. "Er..." I started to say. "Be a good lad and get onto the bed face down" said the pierced guy, coming into the room behind me with his partner. "We're going to get you nice and comfortable for the day ahead." "What?" I asked, turning to face him. "We've got some mates who are sorry to have missed out on last night, so they're coming over soon to give you some more of what you need" he replied, as though it was nothing. "As I said, be a good lad and get up on the bed so we can get you ready for them." My mouth dropped open and I couldn't think of anything to say. I was fully sobered up, my hole felt extremely well used, and yet here was a guy intending to essentially pimp me out to his friends for however long it was going to be. Despite my shock and inability to form a coherent reply to him, my dick started springing to attention, which did not go unnoticed. "Thought so" said his otherwise very quiet partner. "We knew you weren't done yet." "Put this on" said the pierced guy, handing me a black jockstrap that I hadn't noticed he was holding. I stood there in disbelief, and then as an almost out of body experience, I dropped my towel, took the jockstrap from him and slipped it on. I then turned, took a deep breath, and walked over to the bed. I climbed up on top of the sheets on all fours, hung my head down, and waited. The two of them went either side of the bed, motioned for turn to face the headboard, and had me to lie down flat. They then proceeded to get my ankles and wrists into some thick leather restraints, which they chained to the bed frame spreading me out in an X-shape. One of them then stuffed a couple of handkerchiefs in front of my nose and mouth, which I could immediately tell had been doused in poppers. Finally, they started to lube and finger my hole, which I realised was actually a bit sore but also undeniably hungry. After a little while the doorbell rang, and the pierced guy went upstairs to let in their friends while his partner continued to open me up. After lots of heavy footsteps, a group of six or seven guys entered the room, and from what I could from my rather restricted position, all were rocking a similar style as the hosts. There were lots of "oh my, what do we have here" type of comments when they entered, and then they all got undressed. I guessed they were in some sort of club given the ones I could actually see had scorpions tattooed on their chests. "Hey boy" said one of them. "Our friends here tell us you're straight." "Yeah" I replied, my head starting to swim from the poppers. "And you've got yourself a girlfriend" he continued. "Yeah" I sighed. "But you're our whore today, aren't you" he growled. "Yes sir" I replied. "Good lad" he finished, before I felt the mattress being compressed by someone else climbing onto it behind me. I had no idea if it was the unseen guy who had just been verbally putting me in my place, or another one of the group. Either way, and without any fanfare or foreplay, the fucking began. The first guy just climbed on top of me, slid in and began thrusting. He lasted quite a while before shooting into me, and then another of the guests repeated the whole scene. In fact, they all did, and this time there were a lot of pierced cocks finding their way into my hole. As with the night before, and despite the lack of alcohol, I descended into a haze as I lay there immobilised by the restraints, my nose and mouth in a cloud of poppers, with my hole just being used repeatedly. Yet, and this was strange to me, I somehow it felt like where I should be. Once they'd all had a go with me in that position, the chains were unlocked and they turned me over. My arms were pulled back and chained to the top of the bed frame again, and now each of them took a turn at fucking me while holding my legs in the air and looking down at me. They each had more stamina this time, I guess from having shot off once already, and also seemed like they needed a bit more stimulation. This extra drive they got from being verbal with me, which finally got me to understand what was happening. "Yeah, take my poz cock!" "Busting your hole open for my venom!" "Going to infect your straight arse!" The scorpion tattoos made sense. The biohazard tattoos made sense. It all made sense. I was being pozzed. Or perhaps re-pozzed, having clearly taken some viral loads the night before too from at least the two kind gents who had brought me back to their home. You would have thought that a straight guy who found himself being repeatedly fucked full of poz cum would have panicked, tried to get away, tried to stop it. But no. As man after man had fucked me last night, and as it was all happening again this morning, I had realised that not only was I not going to be with a woman again, but I probably wasn't going to end up with a man either. I wanted cock, an endless supply of cock, and I wanted to be used. Maybe just getting my posing over with was sensible, given it was bound to happen some day anyway. Once they'd all had a go with me on my back, I was unchained from the bed but kept the restraints round my wrists and ankles. The guests all left the room, one of the hosts plonked a big glass of water down on the bedside table, and then I was left alone. I almost immediately passed out.

AIDS. Sick joke, right? Kind of along the lines of the classic “What did the boy with no arms or legs get for Christmas? Cancer.” Only I’m not joking (although I wish I was). And yeah, I’m the “naughty boy” in this cautionary tale. It all started off innocently enough. Me and my friends were hanging at the mall after school- we used to do that a lot. Not much else to do in our town when you’re seniors in high school, just waiting to escape into the “real world”. And it was less than a month til Christmas. All the extracurricular shit was winding down for the holidays, so we had extra free time in the evenings. No play rehearsals. No band practice. So yeah, we cruised the mall. On this particular Wednesday, I was hanging with Matty, MJ (short for Margaret Jean), and Brittany (aka Brit-Brit). We were doing our normal shit- trying on crap clothes and modeling for each other. Drooling over Apple store products. Having DQ. And people watching. I don’t remember who had the idea (not me) but someone said “Hey, let’s go visit Santa!” I thought we were a bit old for this crap, but everyone thought it would be funny. Revert to being kids again and tell him what we wanted for Christmas. Shit like that. I wasn’t really game, but I went along with them because hey. They’re my best friends after all. Anyway, it’s midweek and before 5 pm, so the Mall is fairly dead and there’s almost no line for Santa. Great, I think. We’re really doing this. I hang back and let them all go first. I figure I might be able to bow out once they all have a turn. Before I go any further, I feel like I should kinda set the stage a bit more. So the town we live in isn’t big. It’s big enough for a mall, a factory, a prison, two grocery stores, a Walmart and one high school, but that’s about it. Our town is, how should I put this… a shithole. It’s pretty run down and tragic. Not like Stonebrook, where all the fancy folk live. No, we’re definitely the “other” kind of town. The kind of town people don’t visit unless you have to. Like where the whole place is on the wrong side of the tracks. Anyway, as you can probably imagine, the mall is also pretty run down. It’s dying a slow, horrible death- kinda like most malls these days. Lots of vacant stores. Macy’s is the biggest thing we got. And Kohls. But that’s about it. I’m pretty sure you can picture what it’s like. Tis the season, so the place is decorated for Christmas (albeit poorly), and in the center atrium is where the big, phony tree is located. Along with the phony Santa, and the phony elves (actually elf, singular), and phony Gingerbread house and reindeer. The tree, the house, and the decorations have definitely seen better days, and there are burnt out lights on the tree and crap. It’s a real fucking Christmas wonderland, I tell ya. We get there and there’s no line to speak of. There’s one kid with his mom and they are finishing up, and that’s it. And I can pretty much see why. Now that we’re closer, the whole “Santa Village” looks more like “Santa’s Trailer Park”. It’s pretty sad, and more than a bit sketch. And the Santa? Definitely as sketch as they come. Kind of a greyish beard, and it looks like his suit hasn’t been cleaned since the chimneys from last year. We’re talking serious homeless vibes. Total cringe. Undeterred and buoyed by her goofy, giggly spirit, Brit-Brit goes first as we all hang back. Matty and MJ are laughing and waving and enjoying it all. Taking snaps with their phone cameras. And I’m just watching dirty Santa probably getting his holly jollies from having a cute teen girl wiggle on his lap. I mean, let’s be honest. If you’re an old dude working as a Santa midweek at a rundown mall- you’ve got to be some kind of [banned word]… amiright? Anyway, after whispering what she wants to Santa and having a grand ol time, Brit-Brit hops off his lap and comes back to our pack. Full of good cheer, Brit and MJ push Matty up there next. He trots up plops down on Santa’s lap- hamming it up for us. Because it’s Matt, our leading man. He’s 6 feet of big grins and affable charm. Naturally he goes for the “aw shucks” schtick, miming asking for a football for Christmas. What a goofball- which is why I’m secretly in love with him. I’m still hanging back and MJ goes next. She’s all business as she marches up and takes her turn. It looks like she’s really getting serious, pleading her case with Santa and trying to wheedle her way onto the nice list (cuz we all know she’s permanently on the naughty list). Just ask her parents. Soon MJ is done and back and they all turn to me, expectantly. “Naw guys, I don’t think I’m down. Not really my speed,” I say with a shrug. This was met with a cacophony from the others. They would have NONE of this. I had to do it. It was fun! They wanted pictures. And above all they wanted to see me, the shy one, on Santa’s lap. I was told it was a moral imperative and that I was NOT getting out of doing it, even if they had to drag me up there. At this point, I knew it was better to just get it over with than fight it. I probably could have just walked away toward the food court, but I knew they’d be disappointed. I was already the “fourth one” in the group, and I wanted them to keep inviting me along places… if for no other reason than to be close to Matty. So I relented- but not without making a big show of giving in. Sighing. Eye rolls. The works. So I started my slow, reluctant walk up to Santa. The closer I got, the more oddly nervous I became. Like, there was something making my tummy clench a bit. I think it had something to do with the way Santa was looking at me—like I was the last rib at the Golden Corral buffet. Yeah, dirty Santa was definitely giving me the eye. I watched his gaze scan down my body lecherously and come to rest at my groin in my grey sweatpants. I was suddenly quite self-conscious about what I was wearing. The last few steps to him were agonizingly slow, and I was seriously debating about turning around. But that nervous excitement in my gut couldn’t be denied. I turned around to sit on his knee, but suddenly I felt his hands firmly at my hips. As I was sitting, he pulled me back and fully into his lap, all while doing his best jovial HO HO HO! My friends were all laughing and eating it up. I felt my face flush a bit with embarrassment- not just because of this whole Santa scene, but also because when I sat down, I could most definitely feel Santa’s package pressed against my asscrack. Fucking [banned word]. All of them I tell ya. And something was telling me this Santa was a gay [banned word]. “Ho Ho HO young man! And what is YOUR name?” Skeezy Santa asked . Up close, his makeup was terrible. Definitely theater makeup applied with a heavy hand, all caked and cracked. Over the phony rosy cheeks and highlighted by heavy eyeliner, his dark eyes twinkled. “Ummm, it’s Kyle,” I managed to reply. “Oh yes. Kyyyyyle. I remember you,” he nodded theatrically. “You do?” I asked naively. “Of COURSE! From my lists!” he laughed. “So. Have you been a good boy this year… or a bad boy?” He asked somewhat conspiratorily. “Um, shouldn’t you already know? Because lists,” I say sarcastically. (In case you couldn’t tell, I’m the sarcastic one in our group). That’s when Santa looks at me and for a second it’s like he’s looking into my soul. “Oh, I know exactly what you’ve been up to- I just enjoy hearing handsome lads plead their cases.” I gulp and am suddenly quite uncomfortable with all of this while my stomach continues doing backflips. “I, ah, I guess I’ve been pretty good this year. I’m getting good grades. Helping mom at home. Staying out of trouble. Stuff like that.” “So you have… so you have,” he says nodding again. And then he leans in closer and whispers “And yet you’ve also been a bit… naughty… haven’t you Kyle?” I catch the smell of cigarettes and a faint whiff of alcohol. He shifts a bit underneath me, and I can feel him stiffening inside his red velvet pants. From what I can tell, Santa’s proverbial stocking is definitely hung. Feeling his massive member pressing against my ass makes me shiver, and I feel a bit like I’m going to hurl. The simultaneous feelings of revulsion and titilation really mess me up. “I don’t know… what… what you’re implying…” I stammer. “Oh, I think you do,” he whispers even more quietly, punctuating it with a flex of his cock. “You’ve been more than a bit naughty this year—with some school chums, I’d wager Perhaps even your friend Matt?” I feel my face go hot with shame and embarrassment. He couldn’t possibly know my secret. That I liked guys. And worse- that I’ve had sex with a handful of guys from school. Sure it was mostly just blowjobs, but not always. And since this past summer, I’d been getting fucked about every other day by Jimmy Pulaski from the swim team. That was totally our secret to the grave! I could feel Santa’s eyes boring hungrily into me. “Oh Kyle,” he chided. “You know the song. I see you when you’re sleeping. I know when you’re awake. I know if you’ve been bad… watching gay porn on your phone and jacking off at night. Sucking off boys at sleep overs. Fantasizing about getting fucked by your cute friend Matt.” “I’m not familiar with those particular lyrics,” I manage to squeak out. This makes him laugh, like for real-real. “I know EXACTLY what kind of boy you are, Kyle. I can spot your kind a mile away,” he whispers with a grin. “And I’m pretty sure you can feel what kind of Santa I am.” Again, he grinds his now wickedly hard cock into my ass as he makes a show of adjusting me on his lap. And again I’m mortified- and aroused. Santa lets out a good round of Ho-ho-hos and I steal a glance at my friends. They are loving seeing me so uncomfortable. If only they knew why. “Oh Kyle. You have definitely been the highlight of my day! So here’s what Santa can do for you for Christmas. If you consider yourself a nice boy, then by all means, go back to your friends. Have fun here at the mall. Then go on home to your mom like a good lad, and I’ll make sure you get a little something under the tree this year.” Then he lowered his voice and the phony Santa schtick disappeared. “But if ya feel like being naughty? Well. I have a special BIG gift for you. And if you want that special gift- meet me here at 8 when my Santa’s village closes tonight.” He then mugged for the camera, and his Elf helper took our picture with a knowing smirk. I looked at the proof, but declined to purchase it. In it Santa looked like a sleazy Walt Whitman, and I looked like a deer caught in headlights. I rejoined my friends and we were off in a cloud of laughter. Matty and MJ were chatting loudly about how skeevy the Santa was, like it was all some big joke. Brit was just telling them to leave the old guy alone and that he probably really needed the job. And I was quiet- trying not to feel the ghost imprint of his cock against my ass. My friends and I hung around the mall for a couple more hours—hitting the food court for Sbarro and Egg Rolls, and generally bumming around and shooting the shit. I tried my best to be present and join in the conversations, but Santa’s words were rattling around my head. Of course I was a nice boy. I was just gonna head home tonight… right? So why was I even thinking about the way his big cock felt as I sat on his lap. And my was my stomach still all fluttery while I was thinking about it. 7:30 rolled around and we all decided it was time to beat it for home. We headed for the exit, and just as I was leaving I startled myself by saying, “Oh shit. I just remembered! I was gonna pick up something for mom for Christmas while I was here. You guys go on- I’ll catch you tomorrow at school.” We said our goodbyes , and suddenly I was alone. I was alone at the Mall. Where a sketch as fuck, hung Santa propositioned me. And I was actually entertaining the idea. What. The literal FUCK. Was I doing? The next 30 minutes were agony. I paced the mall, debating with myself. I should just go home. But I was curious. I wouldn’t have to do anything. I could maybe just ask him how he know about me? Was I obvious? No, I should just go home now. Forget this weird Santa business. But maybe I could just… see his dick? Not like actually touch it or anything because gross. But it felt massive. Like waaaay bigger than Jimmy’s. Or even Tony Scarpucci’s, which gagged the hell out of me that one time when he got drunk at homecoming. Why the fuck was I even entertaining this? He’s a pervy old fuck! I should just… And then it was 8:02 pm. And I found myself standing outside Santa’s sketchy village. The sign was flipped to closed, and the lights were off at the Gingerbread house. The elf guy was already out of costume and was helping to tidy things up. Santa looked up and saw me standing there and smiled. “I was wondering if you’d show up, kiddo,” he said. I just stood there and looked at my feet. “I can handle the rest, Eric. You can go on home. Now,” Santa said pointedly to Eric. Eric looked from Santa to me and smirked again. “Is Santa doing some special gift-giving tonight?” Eric asked breezily. Santa lay a finger on the side of his nose and winked. And with that, Eric said a cheery “have fun… and good luck, dude!” and left us alone. Santa turned to me. “So Kyle. I need to get out of this makeup and stuff. Come on into the house here and keep me company?” And he headed for the Gingerbread house door. “I thought this was just some phony prop,” I said. “It is,” he replied. “But it’s also our break room/dressing room. It’s small, but it works. And best of all, it’s private.” And with that I followed him inside. He locked the door behind us. Inside was definitely small. There was a rack for costumes, three vinyl chairs, and a small table/mirror setup with those round globe makeup lights. Scattered about the table was makeup, tissues, an ashtray and other detritus. It smelled like cigarettes and B.O. And … something else I couldn’t identify. “Cozy,” I quipped. He laughed. “Take a seat, kiddo.” Santa reached into a bag on the floor and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. He unscrewed the top and took a healthy swig. He looked over at me and said, “Want a pull? Might help you relax some.” I shook my head. He just shrugged, set the bottle on the makeup table, and started to disrobe. “Oh! Um…” I kind of stammered. “Oh don’t worry. I just gotta get out of the jacket and hat and stuff.” He first took off the hat and wig and placed them on a stand. Then he took off the dirty jacket and the pads that were underneath to make him appear chubby. This Santa was actually quite thin underneath the padding and baggy clothing. He was nearly emaciated looking, but with a slight paunch. I was reminded of the Christmas Claymation special where Mrs. Claus says “Nobody likes a skinny Santa.” I kinda did. Soon Santa was standing in front of me, still in his red velvet pants, but also in a dirty wife beater. He had skinny, bony arms and on his shoulder was an odd tattoo—three interlocking semicircles. He still had the beard —I assumed it was spirit gummed in place. Without the hat, Santa was mostly bald, but with a rim of close cropped silver hair. I just stared up at him. “The illusion shattered, huh kid?” He said with a smile. “And by the way… my name is Carl.” Then he sat at the makeup mirror so he could start removing his makeup. He was old school—Vaseline and paper towels. I watched as he got to work. Our eyes met in the mirror. “So. You came back. Why?” He asked. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess I was just… curious?” “Curious about…?” he led. “Oh, I guess curious about how you knew I was… that I …” I trailed off. “That you were a horny little cocksucker?” He offered. “WHAT?” I shot back. “Kid, relax. It’s not like you scream “faggot” when I look at you. But we gays? We just know, ya know? Or at least I had a hunch. And you are cute as fuck, so I pushed it. Plus it was a dead night and I figured why the hell not? I might get lucky. And after your initial reactions to sitting in my lap and my… stiffness… I knew you weren’t about to blab to anyone.” “But… but how did you know about me… doing stuff… with guys?” Carl laughed at that. “Boy, you may not think it when you look at me, but I was a young faggot once too. I know what I was doing back I when I was your age. Besides, I could see the way you were looking at your friend Matt. I’ve had that same look on my face before.” My face flushed again with that. Suddenly he spun in his chair to face me. “So—while this is nice and all, let’s get down to brass tacks. Did you also come back tonight because you liked what you felt pressed up against that pretty little ass of yours?” Carl stated matter-of-factly. “Oh… um… I…” was about all I could get out. “So, that’s a yes. Yeah, all you boys seem to get turned on by big cock. Bet you’re hoping to see it too. Maybe just to see how big I really am?” he leered. I just looked away, and then nodded. “So, why don’t you help ol Saint Dick along a bit and tell me what all you’ve done with your buddy Matt?” he says as his hand drops to his lap. “I have NEVER done anything with Matt!” I say, flustered. “Well, you ain’t innocent. I can tell you’ve got some miles on ya. So tell me. Who’s fucking that tight little bubble butt of yours? Give an old horny Santa some details!” And here I was. Sitting in the broken down Gingerbread house in the middle of the dead mall with a sketchy old [banned word] Santa, and he was asking about my sex life. And I was honestly thinking about doing it. After all, I was here— and I’ve never told a soul about any of my escapades. I kinda liked the idea of speaking my truth out loud, you know? Boy, If you’d have told me this is where my day would have ended up, I’d have told you that you were smoking crack. So I took a deep breath and started to tell him about Jimmy. “The, um, most stuff I’ve done is with a guy in my class named Jimmy Pulaski. He’s on the swim team and one of the school jocks. I met him at this one girl’s birthday party over the summer. We were both drinking a little and he followed me into the bathroom because we both had to go. We both peed at the same time, and before I knew it we were making out. And then I was blowing him right there in the bathroom. It didn’t take long. Then about a week later he sees me at school and asks what I’m doing after. I tell him not much, and he invites me over because his parents don’t get home until 6. And we end up messing around again—me blowing him. Then it becomes this regular thing. And soon we go from blowjobs to him fucking me. The first time was in his bedroom after school. Mostly it’s in his bedroom, and it’s always him fucking me. He doesn’t blow me or jack me or anything- we just fuck. I mean, it’s fun I guess. I like it. Sometimes I even cum while he’s fucking me…” I’m lost in the remembrance for a moment, and then I snap out of it. My eyes dart down and I see Carl stroking himself through the red suit pants. He looks like he’s at full mast. “Ah, young lust. I remember those days well. When the straight boys just sort of fucked because it was convenient and fun. So, how’s that polack dick? Any good?” Carl inquires. “Um…yeah. It’s pretty decent. Thick. He’s uncut. Probably about 7 inches I guess? It feels good.” “No condom I’m guessing,” he says. It’s not really a question. I shake my head no. He cum in you?” “Yes,” I say quietly. “And you like that, don’t you?” Carl leers and licks his lips. “Yes,” I say again even more quietly. “And that’s what makes you a naughty boy. And I think it’s why you came back tonight.” I don’t respond, but the butterflies in my stomach are basically beating out a morse code of YESYESYES. Carl stands up slowly and his crotch is right in front of me. The red santa suit pants tent out obscenely in front of him. I sit there, frozen. “Go on, boy. You know you want to. Just unzip the pants and haul it out. It won’t hurt you… yet.” I hesitate, and he flexes it inside the pants. I can see a wet spot starting to seep through the velvet, darkening the fabric to the color of blood. I reach out slowly and brush his hardness through the pants. His dick jumps as he sucks in a sharp breath. “I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this,” I think. “But just a look. Just to see how big…”. And then my fingers find the fly and slowly pull down the zipper. I reach in and feel the heat pulsing from his groin. I have to fish around a bit to get him through the opening, but then there it is. This massive, ruddy, rock hard prong jutting out proudly from the santa pants. It’s hard to tell exactly how big he is, but it’s definitely the biggest dick I’ve seen. It’s of porn proportions. I grip the base of it just to feel it, and my fingers don’t touch around his girth. “Holy shit,” I manage. “I get that a lot,” he chuckles. He then reached down to also tug out his balls. He has the proverbial “old man balls” going on, but they’re equally as epic as his cock. His balls are BIG. And they HANG. They literally hang to the middle of his thighs. “Holy SHIT,” I say again. “In my youth, I spent time doing the ball stretching thing. And now gravity has taken over, especially when they’re full like they are now. After all, I had cute twink edge me up all day.” He looks down at me and winks. “They really get swinging when I’m fucking, too. They’ll swing and slap your nuts and dick.” I don’t know quite what to say to that. “Ok Kyle. Time to show me what that mouth can do. Suck me like you suck Jimmy,” he commands. “Um, I’m not sure…” I start. “Yes you are. You want it. That’s why you came here tonight. You want it all. You wanna taste it. And Once you get a taste, I bet you’re gonna want me to fuck you.” “Oh, I don’t think I could ever take THAT. It would rip me open!” I say. “You’d be surprised what a willing bottom can take,” he says. His dick jumps in front of me again, and a drop of precum squeezes out the piss slit and starts to drool down from the end in a long string. I reach out and touch it with my fingers, fascinated. And before I can even think about what I’m doing, I touch my fingers to my tongue. His precum is slightly bitter and salty. “There you go… that’s a good boy. Now, let’s get the head in your mouth.” My brain is racing again—what the fuck am I doing? Am I really going to go down on Sketchy Santa? At the MALL?? It’s getting late and I should be home. What that fuck kind of faggot am I? But then I look at that massive cock again and it hits me like a slap. I know exactly what kind of faggot I am. And I take the great knob of his cock into my mouth greedily. Carl’s head tips back and he lets out a big sigh as I start sucking him. Admittedly I don’t think I’m that good a cock sucker. I gag way too much and I really don’t know what all I should be doing. Mostly I just slurp around and move my hand up and down. Carl doesn’t seem to mind though. And jesus, he’s fucking big! I can maaaaaybe get 1/3 of him in my mouth before I gag and have to stop. I’ve heard of guys and girls deepthroating entire cocks (MJ brags that she can do it), but I can’t. His head is just too big to even think about going down my throat. I take a break from sucking and get my hands around him to sort of “measure” him. I put my right hand at the base, and my left on top of that. Then I took my right hand off and put it on top of my left… and the head of his dick was still above my thumb and forefinger. Fuck. Three full hands worth of dick. Plus the head! I also take a measure of his balls. I grab at the base of his ball sack, and his balls still hang freely below my hand. I experiment by trying to take one testicle in my mouth. Carl moans in delight as I tongue and lightly suck on one testie. There’s no way I could get both in. “You like Santa’s sack, huh boy?” Carl says. “Yeah, I do sir,” I reply as I go back to playing with his nuts. “Well, there’s lots of little toys in that sack just waiting for a good boy to receive them.” I went back to sucking his cock as best I could for awhile, but suddenly Carl steps back and away from my mouth. “Ok, boy. I think it’s time I got a closer look at that ass of yours.” He hoists me up by my armpits, spins me over to the makeup table and bends me over. “Oh, I don’t know about… I’ve never done….” I say with some trepidation. “Relax, kiddo. I’m just gonna eat that little pucker of yours. But first, let me get rid of this damn Santa beard.” In the mirror, I see him reach up and start to tug at the phony beard. “Wait! Um… can you leave the beard on?” I ask tentatively. “And… um… maybe put on the santa hat?” Carl meets my eyes in the mirror and chuckles. “Ho Ho Ho! Well it seems young Kyle has a Santa kink! You like silver daddies, Kyle? Santa types with beards? Is that what turns you on?” I blushed furiously in response. Honestly, I didn’t know why I asked. Sure, my head was always turned by older men— coaches, teachers, etc. But there was just something about this scene. The mall santa (sketchy as he was), the gingerbread house, the beard and the suit… for some reason it all enticed me. I couldn’t explain it. “Well Kyle. Let’s see if this hole is as naught and nice as I suspect it is.” Carl is now talking a bit more like Santa, and I gotta be honest. It’s doing it for me. How fucked is THAT? Carl pulls down my sweats to reveal my bare ass. I feel his bony hands pull open my ass cheeks, and then I feel his hot breath in the crack of my ass. “Fuckin beautiful,” he exhales, before diving his tongue into my quivering hole. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Nobody has ever eaten my ass, and the feeling is exquisite. The heat. The wetness. The movement of the tongue. The beard… my god. The BEARD! I can feel myself relaxing and trying to spread my legs wider, only to be hampered by the sweats binding my legs up. Carl sees what I’m doing and he deftly helps me lose my shoes and sweats. While still tonguing my fuckpucker, he pulls off my right shoe. And then he works my sweats down and off that foot. Once freed, I’m able to spread my legs wide and bend over more for Carl, so he has more access to my hole. And I’m loving every second. Mostly my eyes are closed for this, but I did open them briefly and I saw myself in the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize myself. The naked lust on my face. The blown pupils. “You’re a slut like MJ,” I thought to myself. “Only worse. You’re letting a random stranger do this. And not just a stranger—one old enough to be your grandpa.” And yeah. God help me, I fucking loved it. While Carl was buried in my butthole, I piped up and asked him. “Hey Carl? How old are you?” Carl stopped eating my ass and leaned back. “Why? How old are YOU?” he says suspiciously. “You’re a mall santa eating the ass of a young guy in your dressing house— something tells me you don’t really care how old I am,” I say. “Look kid. I ain’t no pedo. I like my boys to be old enough to know what they’re doing and appreciate this cock. And I would really prefer not to go back to prison so….” “Is that where you got that tattoo?” I gesture to his shoulder. He looks at it. “Oh yeah. That’s where I got it,” he says with a wry smile. “Well, don’t worry. As of September I’m old enough to vote and serve our country. All good.” Carl goes back to eating my ass. He pauses just long enough to say from my crack, “I’m 68.” “Wow. My grandpa Henry is only 61,” I say. “You turned off by a man 50 years your senior eating your hole, boy?” “No. Not at all. Actually, it’s kinda hot knowing that older guys are still horny for it.” And to show that he is, he redoubles his efforts on my hole. I’m not sure how long Carl ate my ass. He kept tonguing and spitting and tonguing and spitting, and occasionally teasing my hole with a finger. I could feel my back arching and my ass pressing back into his face and finger—I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t think I could take what was bound to happen next. Carl, being a savvy man of the world could read my body language. He stood up and moved behind me. Our eyes locked in the mirror as he did this. I watched as he drooled a lot of spit out onto my ass and his cock, and then I felt him slowly start to slide his massive meat against my spit slick crack. Just the feel of that much cock sliding against me has me almost cumming. Involuntarily I start moving in rhythm with his humping motion, getting that monster to slide in my crack like a Chicago footlong in a bun. I see him reach across the makeup table where he grabs the jar of Vaseline. Shit- I guess we’re going old school for this, I think. He scoops up a generous portion and starts to finger my hole with it. He’s very good—teasing and circling around slowly. Eventually working in a finger. Then two. But I’m tensing up for the fingering. No guy has ever put a digit in me either—only dick. So his bony fingers feel sharp and foreign. Next he slathers up his dick with another goodly amount of Vaseline. I see his hefty meat shining in the lights from the mirror. He goes back to rubbing it against my ass, and then he stops and positions his head at my pucker. “Wait. Shouldn’t we get a condom?” “Why? You don’t make Jimmy wear one. Or the other guys. Why start now? And trust me—it’s going to be hard enough getting this inside without the friction and tightness of a condom.” And to emphasize his point, Carl nudges his head forward a fraction of an inch. Even with the Vaseline it burns a bit. “Oh dear baby jesus… that’s never going in,” I said with a shiver. “Oh yes it will. All it takes is a little Christmas magic,” he says. Carl reaches into the pocket of his Santa pants and pulls out a small, brown bottle. He hands it to me. “What’s this?” I say? “Christmas magic, of course,” he says with a grin. “You ever wonder how Santa can get his fatness up and down all those tight, little chimneys? Well, a little whiff of what’s in this bottle is all it takes.” I am really hesitant at this point, and I draw the line at drugs. So I just hold the bottle, and Carl says “Suit yourself.” And he starts to push inside me. “Oh FUCK that hurts!” I cry out as I try to squirm away. “Hush up!” Carl commands. “These walls aint exactly soundproof.” He starts to slowly push in again. “Wait wait wait!” I whisper. “I think I need some magic.” Carl pauses as I uncap the bottle. I’m met with a sweet, yet acrid chemical smell. “Just place the bottle under you nose and inhale a bit. It’s like smelling salts… for your asshole.” So I place the bottle under my nose and take a deep sniff. The warmth soon floods over my body and I feel tingly and a bit dizzy. I also notice a pressure at my asshole. A slightly burning, stretching feeling, and a fullness inside. Somewhere in my brain, I realize that Carl’s huge penis is starting to make it’s way inside me. I also dimly realize that it hurts a bit, but I also kinda don’t mind that it hurts a bit. “Oh my god…” I exhale. “Just you wait, kiddo. I ain’t even CLOSE to being all the way in. Take another whiff and we’ll see how far I can get.” With a few more inhalations of the brown bottle and some steady pressure from Carl, he slowly starts to make forward progress. Carl has one of those dicks that is ramrod straight and hard, but not like steel. There is still a little sponge to the head and shaft. Like he’s 95% hard and rarin’ to fuck. Soon I feel my ass stuffed to the point of tearing. I also feel a dull pain inside where evidently Carl’s prick has hit bottom. “Ouch,” I tell him. “I think that’s as much as I can take. Maybe you should pull out now.” “You mean like this?” he says, as he slowly starts to retreat out of me. The long pullout is intense and makes me shudder as his meat drags across my prostate. “Oh FUCK me that’s good!” I manage to croak out. Carl doesn’t pull all the way out. Instead, he leaves his head parked inside and adds more Vaseline to his dick. Then he starts the long, slow slide back in. His dick moves more easily this time—like either I’m relaxing more or the Vaseline has finally slickened me up enough. Carl bottoms out again, and backs out again. Rinse. Repeat. And I occasionally hit the bottle for relaxation help. After a few minutes, he pushes in to the stopping point again. “Kid, we gotta get past this point. I’m at your second ring and I got a good two inches left of dick to give you. You need to trust me that once I get past this point, you are gonna find the true meaning of Christmas. So take a good whiff and relax for me.” I do as I’m told and I exhale and will myself to relax. I feel Carl’s massive head pushing deep inside my guts. It hurts, I’m not going to lie. But in a weird way. Like, it’s both a sharp and dull ache inside me, but there is a pleasure quotient that is also undeniable. He pushes ever so slowly and the pain builds, and then… Joy to the motherfucking WORLD! “Now THAT’S a good boy!” Carl exclaimed. “You just made my secret ‘special’ Naughty List!” The feeling when his head breached that deep deep place inside me? I honestly don’t know how to describe it. Once his head popped in—I felt his cock slide easily all the way to the root inside me. The brief intense pain was replaced by pleasure that nearly caused my knees to buckle. “Oh… my… God… Oh……. My……. GOD!” I gasped. Carl stayed buried inside me and made small movements back and forth and around, and all of it was pure pleasure. Then he slowly withdrew, maybe about midway, and then pushed forward again. This time his head popped in with only a little resistance.” “Now you’re opening up. I told you Santa had a big ol present for a special boy!” I was now freely hitting the bottle and getting more into the fuck while Carl started to slowly pick up tempo. I honestly lost track of time in my haze, but before long, Carl was really giving me all of this dick. Like slowly pulling out until only his head was inside, then shoving in until his bony hips slapped my muscle butt. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m taking it all!” I groan. “Yeah, all the precum I’m leaking has lubed you up inside so your guts are slick. We can get to fuckin now,” he says. Carl then started to fuck and snap his hips forward. That’s when I felt the first ball slap. As promised, his balls swung forward and tapped mine making me gasp. “Oh!” The feeling both startled me and turned me on. “Told ya, kiddo. My balls will really get to slapping you now.” And they did. More bottle snorts, more relaxation, and I caught myself in the mirror again. This time I watched. It was like I was watching one of the porn scenes I so frequently jacked off to. Only I was also feeling the pleasure from the fuck at the same time. The guy in the mirror was gooned out all the way, tongue lolling out, drooling on the table. Fucking back onto Santa with every thrust and having his balls slap repeatedly into his balls and taint. And Santa was gripping the guy in the mirror’s hips hard, as he hungrily watched his cock disappear repeatedly inside the young guy’s ass. “Oh Christ kid, you’ve got me close!” Santa says. Carl keeps fucking me with all of his might and I swear I feel his cock get harder. Like that extra 5%, which translated into like another half inch of dick and some extra girth. I’m feeling every damn thrust from him and my insides are starting to ache mightily. His balls are also tightening up, as they’re now only slapping into my taint, which is oddly working up my own orgasm. I know what’s coming (or so I think) and the small, intellectual part of my brain is saying “don’t let this stranger cum inside you.” But the animal side of my brain has fully taken over now and I find myself willing him to cum. I WANT to feel him cum inside me. I DESERVE it after all. “You ready for your gift Kyle? Santa has a special gift for naughty boys!” His eyes lock on mine in the mirror. “It’s coming. Do you want Santa’s gift? Tell me you’ve been a naughty boy. Beg me for your gift!” “Fuck yeah, Santa! I’ve been so fucking naughty! Letting guys fuck me. I want your special gift for Christmas! Please Santa?” “Here it come’s boy! A gift you’ll never forget!” And with that he thrusts one more time, hard, and buries himself deep inside me. And I feel it. I feel him cum. The throbs of his orgasm cause his cock to press deeper inside me and stretch my hole. I feel every spurt. Every dick twitch as he unloads all the way up inside me. The feeling of him cumming inside me pushes me over the edge. This entire time I’ve been rock hard and leaking precum everywhere, but I haven’t once touched my dick, and neither has Carl. But we didn’t need to. Carl is still spurting inside me when I arch back and start launching my load. I’m proud to say I completely spackled that makeup mirror and table. It was running down in streaks like a scene in a horror film. Carl saw it and just chuckled. “I’m gonna have to clean that before Eric comes in tomorrow,” he says. Now that I’ve cum, the realization of what I’ve done is starting to set in. I start to panic a little as I pull off Carl’s softening dick. When he slides out of my ass, a large blob of cum drips out of my hole and hits the floor. “Oh my god! You fucked me. You CAME in me! What the fuck was I thinking?? Jesus, you tricked me you fucking [banned word]!” I spat. “Now now, Kyle, don’t get chippy. You wanted this. You know you did. And hell, I just bet in a couple days you’ll come back to visit Santa because that ass will be craving another Christmas gift.” I start to reply but am cut short by a PA announcement from the Mall. “The Mall will be closing in 5 minutes. Please make your way to the exits.” “Better get going home to Mom, kiddo,” Carl says with a smirk. “Hope you enjoy your gift. Oh, and if you want more, you know where to find me. Maybe next time I can arrange for another Santa too? I know Terry the black Santa here would love a shot at that ass.” I pulled up my sweats, threw on my shoe and beat feet for the exit… and home. I beat myself up the entire drive home, cursing Carl and my stupidity. I dashed past mom while apologizing for being late and ran to my room. As I lay in bed, I tried to forget what had happened at the mall. But my sore wet ass was a constant reminder. As was my relentless boner that took jacking off 3 times to make go away. And yeah- I thought about Carl’s cock breeding me every time I jacked for the next 4 days. Until I went back to the mall on Monday evening….

I was 31, he was in his 40s. I remember I loved the taste and rough texture of his cock in my mouth, but he wanted to fuck me. So he laid me on my back on the floor and fucked me hard with my legs in the air. Only regret, it wasn't bareback. But he destroyed my virgin boi cunt and gave me one of the best and most unbelievable hands free orgasms I've ever had, after which he pulled out and he came all over my crotch and stomach.

I think most guys are starting to prefer loose, sloppy holes. It’s definitely a trend I’ve noticed. They tell me it’s a hassle trying to open up a tight bottom. A loose hole is always ready and you can tell the bottom has good experience being used. No need to worry about any foreplay if you don’t have to. Just fuck and move on. 😎

I love tongue fucking a smooth tight pink pucker, and could do it for hours. And when a top does it to me before penetrating me, I'm in heaven.

Lol I would just love to get destroyed by a huge dick

For me, it's a combination of a few of these, depending on the mood I'm in, how much time I have and whether I have 'company'! Bareback/raw Gangbang/orgy Leather Interracial Verbal Poz Guy next door PNP/HnH/slamming Cigar smoking Bears

[This is another story from long ago that I found on my hard drive. It needed lots of reformatting, so I will be posting it in installments. I did not write this; I just tried to clean it up a bit for readability] Last weekend I was stuck without a car. I thought the weekend was going to suck. I was hanging out in my apartment, bored, surfing the net. I came across a page for a local bath house. What the hell! I had heard a lot of stories about bath houses, but I had never been to one. I called a cab, and headed down. I was nervous and excited. I had spent plenty of time cruising ABS and online, but I had never seen anything like the stories I had heard about the baths. I got one of the large rooms, which had a TV and several channels to choose from. I saw that in one movie the men were barebacking. As I undressed, I watched a hot scene where this guy was getting fucked in the woods. The top was hung and uncut. I was mesmerized by the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of the bottom's ass made me incredibly horny even though I knew I could never let a stranger fuck me bareback. I had recently discovered the joys of being a bottom, and I decided to go out and find some cock. As I explored the premises, I saw that many guys just left the doors to their room open. In several rooms, guys were fucking and sucking. As I walked past one room, I saw one guy getting fucked as he sucked off another guy. I paused, watching the hot scene. The guy with his dick buried in the bottom's ass told me to come in. I did, just as the bottom called it quits. He said he needed a rest. After he left, I sat on the bed with the two guys. They were about my age, 25 or so, and both had cocks at least 8 inches. One guy was uncut. I love uncut cock; the first guy who fucked me had a thick, 8" uncut cock, and it felt so good. I took off my towel, and started to suck on the uncut beauty in front of me. The other guy got up to shut the door. I told him he could leave it open, but he said he and his friend wanted me all to themselves. As I sucked my uncut stud, the other guy started rimming me. I love to have my ass eaten. In fact the first time I got fucked, it was because the guy did such a great job licking my hole, that I had to let him fuck me. My head was spinning from the joint I smoked before I left my house. The guy behind me stopped licking my ass. He moved up to put his cock against my hole. I asked him to put on a condom. He said ok, and then asked me if I partied. I didn't know what he meant, but I told him I was up for anything. He asked if I had ever done Tina. “What is it?” I said, feeling like a nerd. The best sex drug in the world, he told me. "Ok. Whatever. I'll do it." He and his friend smiled, and brought out a glass pipe. I asked what I was supposed to do. His friend put some stuff that looked like little bits of rock in the pipe. I leaned forward, and put the pipe to my lips. The guy lit a butane lighter and started heating the stuff in the pipe. The pipe filled with white vapor. "Take a hit," he said. I took a deep hit, held it for a second and exhaled. They urged me to keep going. I took several more large hits. OH MY GOD - did I feel great. I was incredibly happy and even more horny than I had been a few minutes ago. The guy who had tried to fuck me asked me to suck his dick. I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. He had gone soft, but as I sucked him, I could feel his dick getting hard in my mouth. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock so much. I was able to deep throat him, something I normally couldn't do with a guy his size. As I sucked him, the other guy asked me if I did poppers. I said I never had, but I would do anything he recommended. He held the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. My head started spinning and my hunger for cock went out of control. I asked the uncut guy to fuck me. He asked me if I had ever been fucked bareback. I said "no, never." He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock shooting inside of me. Between the tina and the poppers, I was out of control. "Just give me that beautiful cock!" He drizzled some lube on my ass and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He told me to do more of the poppers. I took several deep hits. Finally he placed the head of his cock against my asshole and gave a little push. Only about half of the head of his tool went in. I moaned. I had no idea that anything could feel so good. Slowly, he slid his cock into me. The first time I got fucked, it hurt at first, but then later started to feel good. Not this time. As he buried his massive dick in my ass, all I felt was pleasure. I couldn't believe the difference between being fucked with a condom and being fucked bareback. It was so much better. I started sucking on his partner again as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how crazy I felt. I wanted to do anything for these guys. I told them to fuck the hell out of me. Finally, the guy fucking me told me he was going to cum. The idea of taking his load in my ass drove me wild. He grunted, and buried himself deep in my ass. I could feel his cock pulse, and then I felt his cum spurting in my ass. Suddenly, my ass was filled with his cum. I was surprised at how warm it felt. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then pulled his cock out of me. I sat there, feeling the warm, squishy feeling of an ass full of cum. His friend said it was his turn to fuck me. I put myself face down, ass up on the edge of the bed and told him how much I needed more cock in my hole. He slid in easily, lubricated by his friends load. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good. His friend handed me the popper's bottle, and my head started spinning again. His cock was huge and hard, and he knew how to use it. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but it was at least 20 minutes. Finally, he said he was going to cum. He buried himself in me and again I felt cum spurting against the inside of my ass. It was so hot. It felt so nasty and forbidden and so incredibly right. I knew this was not the last time I was going to get barebacked.

My sloppy man kunt , after be used and abused. Love being a slut for hot men at the baths or house party!

My first time barebacking was also my first time partying last year in January. I loved the feeling so I got tested and went on prep. Haven't used a condom since. I also played with poz men. It was hot as well

I'd also enjoy playing with a married couple, and knocking up the wife. Then her submissive husband can raise my baby, all the while being a pig for me.