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For some gay men, bug chasing is a long, slow process. Not for me. My recent divorce happened suddenly. One day, out of the blue, my wife of twenty years and mother of our two teenage kids asked me if I was gay. I could have lied and made it work a little longer. But our sex life had largely stopped. So I told her the truth – that I found myself increasingly attracted to other men. And that was it. She told me I had to start being who I was and our marriage was over. I was still sorting out my life when Debra, an ex-girlfriend from college, invited me to meet her at her office for lunch. I felt she was someone I could talk to about what happened. As we prepared to go to the restaurant, she introduced me to her co-worker, Dave. I knew immediately that he was gay. He was also tall, very well built, and exceptionally handsome. When he shook my hand, he held it for an unusually long time and looked intensely at me. I held his gaze. Something electric shot through me. Debra teased me about it over lunch. Although I had told her about my divorce, I hadn’t recounted the conversation with my former wife about my sexual identity. For all my old flame knew, I was straight. That afternoon Debra called me and said, “I feel awkward about telling you this, but Dave would like to ask you out on a date.” My heart skipped a beat. I replied that I would like to go out with him, too. “Andy, you do know he’s gay, right?” And that’s when I told her about why my marriage had ended so abruptly. Then she warned me, “You should also know he’s HIV-positive and not on medication.” This I hadn’t expected, but I knew about condoms and safe sex and told her so. “You need to be careful,” she cautioned. A few minutes later, Dave called me and asked me to dinner the next evening. I could hardly think straight (no pun intended, LOL). I found myself fantasizing about being fucked by Dave; in all my gay dreams, awake or asleep, I am the bottom. I must have jerked off a half dozen times over the next day. I also began to imagine him barebacking me, leading to especially intense orgasms. I made sure to douche before our date. Dinner was very romantic. He held my hand and we flirted. It seemed so natural to be part of a gay couple! When he invited me to his apartment, I immediately said yes. We walked the six blocks back to his place holding hands. We even stopped to kiss passionately on the sidewalk, the first time I had ever kissed another man. It felt so right – and really hot, too. At his apartment we made out on the couch for a while before he suggested we adjourn to the bedroom. There we helped each other out of our clothes. He embraced me in his strong arms. He was much bigger and more muscular than me, and I loved his masculine strength. Then I noticed something curious by the side of the bed, next to a tube of lube. There was a woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black leather band and a small round face, and a diamond solitaire engagement ring like the one I had given to my ex-wife when I had proposed many years ago. “What are these?” I asked, holding them up. “Debra told you I’m HIV-positive, right?” I nodded. “Well, when I’m with a guy who is negative but ready to convert, I invite him to wear this jewelry when we make love. They are both very feminine. They symbolize our commitment to share something forever, because I am going to impregnate him with my toxic seed. It is a gift he will always treasure.” I put on the watch and ring. I felt an odd tingle and I shivered. I felt very effeminate. Somehow, that seemed very natural in the moment. I looked into Dave’s beautiful blue eyes. “They are very pretty,” I said, with a lisp. “Don’t you think so?” I moved my hands in a girlish, limp-wristed gesture. Dave held me close in his arms. “Are you sure about this, Andy?” “I think so. I want to experience man sex without restraint. To me, this is part of what it means to be gay.” At that moment, I was too turned on, too overcome with sheer desire, to worry about the long-term consequences of what I was doing. Dave told me to lie down on the bed on my belly. He moved behind me, spread my ass cheeks, and began to rim my hole. My body quivered with the sensation of his warm, wet tongue teasing and then entering my puckered boi cunt. My own dick was rock hard, grinding into the sheet. After a few minutes he reached for the lube and began to finger me. When he slipped his forefinger inside me, he wasn’t gentle. I knew he was scratching me so I would start to bleed and be more vulnerable to his toxic seed. I did not object. In fact, I was moaning with pleasure and anticipation. Then I felt Dave’s weight pressing down on my back. “Last chance, Andy,” he whispered into my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now. Tell me if you want me to use a rubber. Once I’m inside you, it’s all over for you. I won’t be able to stop myself. When I cum, my poison seed will take over your body.” For a long moment, I said nothing. My mind was a blur. But my desire overpowered my reason. “Take me, Dave. I want your seed inside me.” He lifted himself to his knees. As I gripped the pillow, I felt the tip of his bare cock pressing against my hole. As he increased the pressure, I felt an intense burning sensation and then, when the tip split me and my sphincter resisted, a sharp pain. “Relax and breathe, Andy, you can do this,” he coaxed. I nodded and pushed back against him. Slurp! I felt my ass open to accept his fuck tool. The sensation was intense, heat, pain, and then just an amazing pleasure. I thought, I’m being fucked by another man. This is amazing. I’m a real faggot now. I gasped and moaned, “Oh, god, yes. Yes.” And I kept repeating it as Dave began to thrust in and out, going deeper and deeper until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. Next he pressed his weight on my back again, his cock buried entirely in my boi cunt. He wrapped his arms under my shoulders and gripped them. I turned my head to kiss him. It was so hot! Then he said, “Are you ready?” I murmured “Breed me, Dave.” He began to pound my ass, which was full and warm. I had never felt anything so intense. He was grunting, completely intent on his own pleasure, and his sweat dripped onto my neck. Finally, there was a pause, he exhaled loudly, and his cock pistoned rapidly inside me, jets of cum shooting into my ass. I could feel the warmth and wetness. Dave lay panting on my back. He let go of my shoulders and his fingers interlaced with mine. I looked again at the watch and diamond ring, which sparkled in the light of the lamp beside the bed. I thought, my man lover just bred me. I’m his bitch, It feels incredible. I turned my head and he kissed me tenderly. I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. Soon we dozed off. At some point, his cock softened and slipped out. But we didn’t sleep for very long, then or later. Dave wanted me again and I wanted to be taken again. I rode his cock, which I liked because I could control the pace (though when he got close to an orgasm, he began to buck his hips while he gripped my waist until he erupted fiercely inside me). I especially like being fucked in the missionary position, as my dainty, feminine hands gripped his strong forearms. In the morning, we arose early and showered together. As we dried off, he said, “By the way, Debra is stopping by for coffee in a little while. She wants to hear about our date. In case you don’t want to be here.” “I would love for her to see us together,” I answered. “I’ve told her about the watch and ring – I’ve told her how I use them when I poz a bottom.” When he said this, I put them back on so she would know that I had ignored her warning. A little later, Debra showed up. She immediately saw my pretty jewelry and smiled knowingly. “I knew you would decide to let Dave fuck you bareback,” she said. “I hope you don’t regret it later, sweetie.” “Never,” I replied. “This is who I am – a faggot who wants to explore every part of gay sex, without limits. I waited my whole life for this and now I plan to enjoy every minute of it.” Dave wrapped his arm around me and kissed me passionately. I looked at Debra and winked.

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A mid-life crisis can be a funny thing to watch happen, but it isn’t so amusing when you’re caught up at the pointy end of it. That was my lot in life. Three days before my 40th birthday, my partner of twelve years tells me he doesn’t love me anymore, and has been fucking the neighbours’ 19 year old son since I started going back to the office after the worst of the pandemic was over. Talk about a gut punch. Anyway, I did what you have to do in that situation, and started re-building my dumpster fire of a life from scratch. The house went on the market and sold pretty quickly, and while Alan took his share of the money off with his twink to a rented flat in Hackney, I opted to move down to the river in the East End where I bought a small but perfectly fine new-build apartment. The shredding of our mutual friendship network eventually settled down, and life went on. I was not, however, at all interested in getting back out there to find a new Mr Right. The betrayal had cut me deep, and I intended to enjoy myself for a while before deciding what was next. I had kept myself in excellent shape, managing so far to avoid the onset of any hint of a dad bod, and I threw myself into an even more rigorous regimen in the gym and running by the Thames so that I would maintain some appeal to the men on the apps, in the clubs and wherever I was out hunting for some cock. I had never been much of a top. Although I’m reasonably hung and am perfectly capable of giving someone a good pounding, I’m wired up to want to be the one on all fours getting filled. I think I’m pretty good at it actually, although being back on the market had re-opened my eyes to how the same cannot be said of all the guys who call themselves tops. As much as he was a lying, cheating little shit, Alan had been a very competent fucker and had kept me satisfied for over a decade. It was rather deflating to think that I had not been able to do the same for him. The first few hookups had involved condoms, but after so long not using them while I was with Alan, I found it to be yet another disappointment in the sex department. Having a few too many vodkas one night and ending up being barebacked in the club toilets pretty much brought my brief return to safe sex to an end, and while nursing a hangover the next day I resolved to get myself on PrEP. But you know what it’s like when you have a to-do list that includes a dozen tasks relating to a place you’ve just moved into… There was something else nagging at me. During the lull in my sex life right after being dumped, I had descended into a bit of a reliance on porn as a means of escape. Once I did start to hook up with men again, I was nearly always left feeling a bit flat because what I had really wanted was to experience what I imagined the bottoms in my favourite scenes had been. I had assumed that would pass as I got more used to putting myself out there, but if anything the problem got worse. A solution presented itself one day when I was hit up by a guy online who was looking for a hookup, either solo or with his partner. He said they were both versatile, but happy to be exclusively tops if that’s what I was looking for in a session. Nothing particularly unusual there, but what got my interest was the suggestion that rather than either one of us hosting, I could come to a warehouse they owned where they played sometimes. Given both he and his partner were black and muscled, I realised that the opportunity was there to recreate one of my all-time favourite scenes where Marco Paris is blindfolded and taken raw by Kam Run and Chase Coxxx in some kind of industrial setting. I decided to bite the bullet and let him know that this was something I’d be into, and he just replied with the smile and thumbs-up emojis. Sure enough, a couple of days later on a Friday afternoon he messaged me again to suggest meeting that night, and gave me the address of the warehouse. He let me know how to get in before they arrived, so that I could truly live out the scene and not see either of them. Fuck, this was actually going to happen. I hurriedly cancelled my evening plans and found a way to get out of work early, and then made my way home to get showered and douched. I decided to open myself up a bit with a dildo, and then inserted some more lube and a plug to keep my hole ready for them. I then set out in an Uber to the address they had given me, and once there I found my way in the darkness around the side of the building where there was indeed a locked-looking door that was actually able to be pushed open. Inside things looked a bit different to the scene, with dusty boxes everywhere and various other things under tarps, but the industrial feel of it still got me going. Over in the corner I could see a mattress on the floor with a black sheet on it, and was also pleased to see a heater nearby given it was bit chilly. I made my way over there and then stripped out of my clothes and removed the plug, tossing them all to the side. I then pulled the roll of duct tape out of my jacket pocket, tore off a decent length of it, and carefully looped it round my head to recreate the blindfold Marco Paris had worn in the scene. I then set back and waited. After only a few minutes, I heard the door open and the guys entering. I stayed in position while I listened to them undressing, and then felt a hand on my head immediately before a cock touched my lips. I opened wide and it slid in, tasting divine but also feeling both thick and long. I felt the presence of someone to the other side of me, so reached up with my hand until I made contact with a thigh which I then followed up to another, thinner penis. I gently grasped that cock began to wank it as I sucked on the other one. I then switched so I could taste the second one, using my other hand to begin wanking the slicked-up first one that I had just been swallowing. I then went back and forth between the two. Eventually the second guy pulled his cock away from me, and I felt him running his hand down my back to my arse. I shuffled my position to enable me to get onto all fours, still sucking on the first guy while I made my rear end more accessible to the second. As soon as I had done, he began to push a finger into me, followed by a second. It was so hot that I barely reacted when I felt him curve his fingers inside me a bit, but I jolted when his nails made contact with my inner walls. It was kind of a turn on though, despite the scratchy burn, and I just pushed my arse out more towards him as he continued to do that. He then withdrew, and I felt him shifting position behind me and the tip of his cock starting to press against my hole. I instinctively pushed back while relaxing my hole, and he steadily slid the entire length inside me. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, and continued to do so as the guy behind me started to slide back and forth. His hands gripped my buttocks, and he got into a steady rhythm. It felt fucking amazing, particularly as my mind was flooded with images of the porn scene we were recreating. Finally, some sex that properly got me going. I was spit-roasted for a good long time, before the man behind me showed the unmistakable signs of reaching a climax. Sure enough, he took one final plunge into me and then held in place, yelling as he unloaded into me. I did my best to shout “breed me” around the cock in my mouth, so utterly turned on by what was happening that I never gave a moment’s thought to the fact that their status was not on the app profile and we had never discussed it. Once my fucker had calmed down and finished spurting, he pulled out and they swapped positions. In the porn scene it had become a twosome at this point, but in this real life encounter I found the cummy cock that had just been up my arse being pushed into my mouth. As I hungrily wrapped my lips around it, the other guy was pushing his finger into me and once again I felt it curl up a bit followed my more scratching of my innards. I moaned around the cock, at this time noticing for the first time that there was a metallic taste to it. However, before I could give that any thought, the finger inside of me was pulled out and immediately replaced by the thick cock I had been loving in my mouth just a few minutes before. I moaned even louder as I was stretched open, and almost could not believe how far up inside me it went before I felt the guy’s body and pubes press against me. He then immediately began to pound me, rocking me forward and back on the cock in my mouth. This was heaven. This second fuck was a bit more frenetic than the first, and I was almost seeing stars in the blackness the blindfold had created. I lurched back and forth, only getting a respite when my fucker slowed a little while his partner turned around and, I’m guessing, got on all fours in front of me. My face made contact with his buttcheeks, and as I took the hint and started to reach out with my tongue for his hole, the pace of the fucking re-intensified. I gave my first fucker the best rimjob I could while enduring such a shafting. All good things come to an end, and my fucker eventually went over the edge and blew his load in me. I encouraged him on by yelling obscenities into the hole of the first guy, feeling the dick in me flex and spurt. When his orgasm had subsided he slid out of me, at the same time as his partner pulled forward away from my face. I slumped down on my front with my legs splayed, panting from the exertion of taking such a hard fuck. I then felt a finger pushing into me, and this time was not surprised when there was a bit of scratching. This was clearly their thing. The finger was removed, and I was about to reach up and see about removing the blindfold. However, a body climbed on the mattress behind me, and I knew which one of them it was as I felt the thinner of the two cocks poking at my hole. I relaxed and it slid inside in one go, before he began to pump himself up and down. This time his partner didn’t join in, perhaps needing a while to recover after cumming in me, so I just lay there pushing my arse back at the invading cock while moaning and groaning in pleasure. In time, a third load was added to my hole, and of course a finger went back inside me once the cock was removed. I lay there wondering what was next, before I felt myself being gently pulled up by my armpits. I took the hint and got myself stood up, before being walked off the mattress and over the concrete floor a few steps. It was pretty disorientating, but I kind of liked how vulnerable I had made myself to these two guys. He indicated for me to stop, and then told me to bend forward. I did so slowly until I felt my arms make contact with something that felt like a barrel, at which point I used them to support myself while I adjusted my legs to get them open and my arse out. No sooner had I done that than the thick cock was pushing back into me, setting up yet another hard pounding. I clung onto the barrel for dear life as he fucked my brains out for a second time, my head this time filling with some hazy images of a similar scene in the same porn flick as the scene I had come to recreate. I loved that these guys had done their homework. He lasted quite a bit longer this time, and I loved every minute of it. His cock was huge, and was hitting spots in me that no-one ever had reached before. I just gave in and allowed myself to moan, groan and yell my way through it, making sure he knew how fucking good it was. I could have stayed there for hours, but he once again got to a climax and I was filled with my fourth load of the night. I slumped over the barrel when he pulled out of me, feeling the cum run down my balls as my gaping hole emptied. “You want more?” one of them asked me. “Yes” I panted, now totally lost to the fucklust. “Cool” he replied, “but we need to rest for a bit. Why don’t you come sit down over here until we’re ready to fuck you again.” I wearily stood up straight and cautiously turned around, before feeling a hand on my arm encouraging me to walk in a certain direction. My toes touched the mattress, and I stood up onto it before sitting down. I then heard the sound of a lighter firing up a couple of times, followed by the smell of smoke. “You want a cigarette?” the other guy asked. “Yes please” I said, despite having quit in my late twenties when I met Alan, a non-smoker. One was slid into my lips and lit, and then I took a deep inhale. The rush was intense, but I also loved it. I exhaled, then shuffled myself forward a bit until I felt like there was enough mattress behind me to lie down on my back. Reaching out occasionally to tap off ash on the concrete floor, I happily lay there and smoked my first cigarette in over a decade while my arse throbbed in a mix of pain and pleasure. A short while later a second cigarette was popped into my lips and lit, followed immediately by my legs being lifted into the air and onto a set of shoulders. A finger was pushed into my hole, and this time I winced as it scratched me a bit before being removed. The thinner cock was then pushing into me, and soon enough I was being fucked for a fifth time while I puffed on the cigarette between my lips. Oh yes, this was going to be a thing I did more often from now on. When I had finished that cigarette and the stub end of it had been taken out of my hand, the cock in me was removed and my legs lowered. I didn’t think he had blown in me, so I assumed a change in position was happening. I was right, as I was pulled up and eventually put into a kneeling position with my legs open. They encouraged me to raise up a bit as one of them slid under me, and then I was lowered to take in the thinner cock that had just been fucking me. I propelled myself up and down a few times on the erect penis, and then a hand on my back pushed me forwards. I knew what was coming, and gritted my teeth and did my best to push out as the thicker cock pressed at my hole and then began to slide inside. It seemed to take forever and I could not help but yell out repeatedly, but eventually both of them were inside me side-by-side. They let me get used to it for a moment, with a bottle of poppers presented at my nose that I gratefully huffed on, and then the movement started. The guy behind me did most of the work, vigorously pushing in and out of me in a way that caused me to also move up and down his partner’s cock too. I felt fuller than I ever have in my life, and who knows what sort of noises were coming out of my mouth while I took my first ever double-fuck. With the blindfold on and the intensity of the sex, I almost seemed to drift out of my body, imagining from any number of porn films I had jerked off to what this must look like. It all got too much for me, and I involuntarily and hands-free reached orgasm, presumably covering the guy lying on the mattress with my cum. They didn’t let up though, and I was starting to think I was going to cum again when they both finally went over the edge together and filled my innards. After remaining in a panting heap for a bit, they gradually disentangled us and I slumped over on my back beside the other guy. A cigarette went between my lips again, and in a semi-conscious state I lay there and smoked all of it. “I think we’re fucked out mate” said one of them a bit breathlessly, after we had rested for a while. “But I reckon you’re not yet.” “Never” I replied. “Need more.” “Thought so” he laughed. “Well, you just lie there while we see what we can do.” I had no idea what that meant, but was too fucked-out to care. I just lay there while they did whatever they were doing, presumably sending messages on their phones or something, only stirring at one point to ask if they had any water. A bottle was put into my hand that I took a few sips from, before I decided to turn over onto my front. While doing so my hand made contact with a packet of cigarettes that had a lighter inside, and with a bit of trial and error I managed to get one lit despite not being able to see a damn thing. Eventually one of the guys re-joined me on the mattress, and I felt the now familiar poking of a finger into my hole. I opened my legs wide to give full access, and just lay there as he wiggled and occasionally scratched around inside me. It’s obvious now what was happening, but in my haze I just passed it off as a kink or something. To be honest, my hole had become so insatiable that I was just pleased to have something inside it. It turns out that they weren’t completely fucked out, as the guy with the thinner cock pushed back inside me eventually and slowly humped me while I lay prone on the mattress. It was pretty gentle and lacking in energy, so I knew it was probably more about keeping me going than him needing to cum again. He kept at it for a while, and then I heard the door to the warehouse opening and the shuffle and clomp of more guys coming in. There were definitely at least two of them, maybe more, and from the sounds of it they were all soon undressed. My fucker withdrew, and then unknown hands pulled me up onto all fours. Something was pushed into me that felt very unfamiliar, but I now know was probably a toothbrush or something. I winced and yelped a bit as it was thrust around inside me, before it was unceremoniously pulled out and replaced with a cock. Only this also felt unfamiliar in a way, as there was something else there that I concluded must be a Prince Albert. Man did it feel weird at first, but once its wearer began thrusting in and out the sensations on my prostate were incredible! My moans and groans were soon stifled by a cock going into my mouth, which also had a really thick gauge PA on it. Swirling that giant piece of metal around in my mouth was yet another new sensation, but soon I had to contend with it going down my throat which really tested me on the gag reflex. The guy seemed unconcerned though, and thrust himself forward towards me so that I pretty much had no choice but to choke and moan around his pierced dick while the other one sped up his epic pounding at the other end. They swapped places after a while, and then again a while after that… I actually lost track of who was in each end given how similar their cocks and piercings were, but I suppose that as I couldn’t actually see either of them it didn’t really matter. Eventually the one in my arse blew his load in me with a roar, after which the other one took over and very quickly spilled his seed in me too. After he pulled out I collapsed onto my front, but was very quickly turned over and my legs parted to allow another man to push into me and start a rapid fucking that very quickly resulted in yet another breeding. As soon as he withdrew, hands grasped round my wrists and ankles and I was hoisted into the air, Being unable to see I did not know where I was going until I was briefly lifted even higher and dumped into what I knew must be a sling. I guess the metallic bangs and clangs I had been vaguely aware of during the spit-roast must have been related to this being got out or set up. Anyway, my arms and legs remained held in the air as the men worked to put some kind of leather cuffs on them, and when they let go I was properly held in position. It was at this point that I felt some tugging at the duct tape, followed by the cold of a blade or some scissors at the side of my head. Then, with no warning or care whatsoever, the whole thing was ripped off in one painful go, causing me to yelp out in agony. I blinked at the influx of light into my eyes, and then I blearily looked around me at the five black men standing in front of me. One of them looked familiar enough that he was presumably the one whose profile I had linked with on the app, and he was standing so close to another that I presumed that must be the partner. They were both lean and muscled. The other three were a different deal altogether, being tall and built like breeding bulls, all sporting huge gold chains with scorpion pendants. That was my first clue, but my eyes finally adjusting properly gave me my second. The breeding bulls were adorned with huge biohazard tattoos on their impressive pecs, and I then noticed smaller ones on the other two guys on their flat stomachs. I could not remember if one had been visible on the app profile photo or not, but either way, the scratching of my hole now all made sense. “Fuck” I said, to no-one in particular. “That’s what we’re here to do” said one of the bulls, before he stepped up and jammed his pierced cock into my hole. I yelped as I helplessly hung there, now knowing that the cock in me was toxic, the loads I had in me were all toxic, and this was nowhere near over. “You know you want it” said the profile guy, watching me being mercilessly pounded. “We could just tell that you wanted it.” And I did. In that moment, all I needed was for these guys to continue to use me until they were spent. Yes, the porn scene set-up had been a massive turn on, but as the PA ravaged my innards I had something of an epiphany. This is what I had been missing. This is what I needed. It’s like this toxic cock was finally bringing me into the light, where I could see the person I truly was inside. All those years of identifying as a bottom, when in fact I was so much more than that. I was, and would continue to now be, a truly unadulterated cumdump. “Yes” I wheezed out. “I need it.” The guy fucking me let out a demonic laugh, and then upped his pace even more until he growled and blew his load. One of the other bulls stepped up and ploughed in. When he had blown, the third followed. Then the first again. So it went on, with me dissolving into a profanity-filled fuckhaze, screaming at them to breed and poz me. Despite the number of times they blew, the bulls only seemed to get more energetic and eventually all three of them were fucking constantly. The partner guys now joining me as bottoms, bending over from each side of me so they could make out with each other, share sucking duties on my cock or puff on cigarettes (which they shared with me) while they were ploughed. The first signs of daylight appearing at the windows up by the roof of the warehouse seemed to take the energy out of the room, and after each of them blew one more load into my hole, they uncuffed my wrists and let me down from the sling. I was very shaky on my legs and had to lie down on the mattress for a bit, before eventually using a rag that one of them threw my way to wipe some of the cum off my balls and legs. I inserted the plug I had worn at the start of the evening, noting that it only just stayed in now, and then got myself dressed. By then they were all ready, and the bulls surprised me by each shaking my hand as they muttered a goodbye and left the building. The partner guys then offered to drive me home, putting a different rag on the back seat for me to sit on for the ride so I wouldn’t mess up their car, something I noted they also did on their own seats. “Make sure you let us know how it goes” said the profile guy, as his partner shut off the engine outside my building. “We can always have another go.” “Whenever you want” I said, smiling at him. “Might see if there’s any other scenes I’d like to do.” “I don’t think what we did tonight is in any porn I know of” his partner laughed. “Then we’ll just have to make our own” I replied, smirking. They both laughed, and then gave me a warm smile as I got out of the car. I watched them drive off, and then headed into my building and up to my apartment, grateful that I had not had any neighbours in the lift with me. I resisted the urge to collapse into bed straight away, taking the time to have a shower and clean myself up, but soon enough was passed out. When I woke a few hours later, I could only think of one thing. Normally it would have been coffee, but today it was porn. I grabbed my phone and got a few of my favourite sites up on different browser windows, clicking into my Favourites on each so I could look over the scenes that tickled me the most. However, my focus was on the interracial scenes, and I soon found what I was after. Joseph Ox being used by four hung muscled black guys, including Kept Secret. Man, the loads I had blown to that one. I booted up the app, and messaged profile guy asking for a way to contact the bulls and also sending him a link to the video. He replied a short while later with multiple ROFL emojis, but also providing me a name and number. I hurriedly got in touch with whichever one of the bulls it was, and then hauled myself out of bed. I dressed in a tracksuit and trainers, and then headed out the door to get a caffeine hit but also pick up some cigarettes. Fuck Alan and his rules. Today was going to be the first day of the rest of my life. And so it is, that really just a few hours after the most epic night of my life, I’m naked on a bed in my apartment waiting for the bulls to arrive. They’ve found a fourth somewhere so that the porn scene recreation can be vaguely accurate, and I know I will enjoy that immensely before they inevitably throw the ‘script’ out the window and focus on getting me pozzed. Profile guy and his partner are so intrigued that they’re coming over to watch, and maybe join in. They’ve hinted at possibly bringing some other people round later too. All the supplies we could need are laid out, and I’ve got things started by giving myself a bit of a brushing. This one is going to be epic…

Julian was 5’11. 175 pounds. Great tone body. Uncut cock. At the age of 19 and on winter break from college. Visiting his family. “What are you going to do today?” Julian’s mom asked. “Not sure.” “I’m working later today.” Julian answered. Julian worked a short shift at the deli near his house. On his break he was checking things on Adam4Adam. It was Saturday night. But it was a slow night on the app. Julian got a message from a guy named Scott. He was chubby sliver hair, blue eyes. 57 years old. Cut dick. Message read: “ Looking to suck cock.” “No need to suck me back.” “Can host.” Julian thought about blocking him. But changed his mind. Thinking a blow job isn’t a bad thing and nobody would know. Julian asked for his address. Julian arrived around 10PM. Scott let him in. They exchanged small talk. Scott lead him into his bed room. Julian started to undo his belt. Scott stopped him. “Allow me” Scott asked he undid the young man’s belt. Unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then lowered his red boxer briefs. Julian’s cock was still soft. Scott then took off Julian’s shirt. Scott was in awe of how great Julian’s body and looks were. Julian sat on the edge of the bed. Scott was wearing just a t-shirt which was too small for him which was a few inches above his belly button. He started stroking Julian’s dick then began to suck it. With one hand. With his other hand Scott was stroking his own dick. “Here, lie on the bed.” “It’ll be more comfortable for both of us.” Julian got on to the bed. Scott went back into sucking Julian’s hard cock. With his legs spread. Scott noticed Julian’s hot ass. Smooth and tight. Scott stopped jerking himself and ran a finger on the young man’s ass. “What are you doing?” Julian asked. “Nothing Scott answered. “Just checking out your ass.” “Oh no worries.” Julian said. Scott then continued to suck and play with Julian’s dick. Scott stopped and asked Julian if he ever had his ass eaten “I would love to.” “If you want.” Scott said. “I’m great at it.” Julian thought about it for a moment and answered “What the hell.” Scott took off his t-shirt and lifted the young man’s legs over his shoulders and started to eat the young man’s ass out. Julian moaned in pleasure. After about five minutes Scott stopped and saw his once tight hole was lose. He put o e, then two fingers into his hole. Julian was enjoying the fingering of his ass as well. Scott stopped and got up and got lube. He placed some on his cock. And some of it on Julian’s ass. “What are you doing?” Julian asked. “Giving us both pleasure.” Scott then put the tip of his cock into the young man’s ass. “I don’t bottom.” Julian said weakly. “Relax, it’s just the tip.” Scot said. Slowly the tip went in further including his dick. “Oh shit.” Julian shouted in pleasure.” Scott kept going in and out. “I’m cumming” Scott said. “Pull out.” Julian pleaded. But it was too late. Scott shot several loads into the young man. Scott kept his dick inside him until he finished sucking off Julian. Julian came. Scott swallowed his load. Then took his dick out of Julian’s now fully loaded ass. Knowing his load was now deep inside him. Julian, lost his virginity to an old man. And wouldn’t dare tell anyone about it. As for Scott. It was one of three times he topped. And it wouldn’t be his last time.

Got fucked raw and bred by a big Afghani man who worked at the hotel I was staying at in Frankfurt. I was having breakfast and he came to take my empty plates. We exchanged a few words. Then he asked for my room number. He said he would be up in 5 minutes. I received him naked and sucked on his thick Afghani member. He then spun me around doggy and spat into my dry hole and penetrated me. After a few minutes I got on my back so I could look him in the eyes. I love that. He fucked me for around 5 minutes and then released his DNA inside me. Sadly most of it came out when he pulled out of my hole. He had to go back to work. I love that he has a family and was so horny that he inseminated me while on duty at the hotel.

Here’s my tight hole! I need cum in it and preferable from multiple cocks 😉

She was just a few minutes drive from me, and her pictures looked good. She sent me her room number, and I shared my live location with her. It was a motel with room doors directly to the parking lot. While I do enjoy walking past a desk clerk or having them buzz me in (and have even been loaded up by a few after being bred) it is a rare occasion. Her room was one of the last ones towards the back of the lot, and some of the parking lot lights were out. Dark and seedy…my kind of scene. I arrived and knocked on her door. She opened it, and I really saw her for the first time. She was nearly my height, around 6 feet, brunette wig, and slim but toned. She was wearing a light blue robe, and her makeup was done impeccably. ”Come in” she said. Closing the door behind me. “What do you wanna get into?” ”Well, I’m a total bottom, and I’m looking to take loads,” I said, not being shy. She dropped her robe, revealing beautiful firm tits, and hanging between her legs was a nice long cock with a pair of equally low hanging balls. “Do you think you can handle this?” she said as she started to stroke her cock and rubbed one of her tits, pinching a Nicole. I immediately got down on my knees and took her cock in my mouth. I wanted the whole length of it in me. Starting with her head, and running my mouth down the length of her shaft until she was lodged firmly in my throat. She grew firmly and moaned with approval. Her body smelled amazing, and her skin was so soft and supple. I worked her tool, while stripped off my clothes. I was eager to show my hostess how ready I was for her load. She helped me with my poppers, so her cock could stay firmly in my throat while my hands explored her body and tugged on her heavy balls. She sniffed the bottle herself and moaned louder now, as her robe fell to the floor. She commanded me up to the bed on my hands and knees. As I positioned myself to continue sucking her cock, my back naturally arched to give me access to that beautiful piece of lady meat, but it also left my ass in the air, and she immediately zeroed in on my hole. I still had the load in me from a few moments prior (maybe 20 minutes earlier? This was crazy…I had just taken a stranger’s poz load in the park, and now I was sucking off another stranger in a seedy motel room, hoping she would gift me a poz load!). I knew she could feel the load, and she seemed surprised. ”You came here ready, didn’t you pig?” “Mmmhmmm.” ”Have you missed any doses of your PReP?” ”I’m not on PReP,” I responded, removing her from my mouth so I could. Surprised, she then seem pleased. “Then I better get a condom,” she said, as she pulled out of my mouth and started to walk to the night stand. ”That’s okay. We don’t need one. I just want to feel you inside me….raw,” I said. Instead, she picked up the lube, applied some to her cock, and started to stroke it while now looking depraved and hungry at me. She commanded me onto my back, and I complied, sliding my ass to the edge of the bed. I huffed my poppers, as she started to probe my hole with her lubed up fingers. She smiled feeling all the cum that my puffy lips held in me. Then grabbed my neck and passionately kissed me. Her hand firmly gripped her cock, and I could feel her head teasing all around my hole. She moaned again about how badly she wanted to feel inside me. I lifted my legs higher, and spread my ass, as she easily slid into me. Slowly at first, working in just her head, and then the entire length of her shaft. I threw my head back, and moaned loudly, as she grabbed me and kissed me again. ”You feel so good baby!” she told me. “How long have you been poz?” ”I’m not,” I said. “Tested recently. I’m negative.” She seemed surprised, and then that devilish grin returned. That was when she slammed her cock into me forcefully. Slid out, and slammed back in. She started rhythmically fucking me, and my body could feel it all over. She was forcing herself deeper into me, I could feel her cock pushing past my second ring. I yelped in pain and pleasure. Huffing more poppers, I just couldn’t get any more of her…And I needed it! ”I’m going to poz that pig hole, bitch!” “Yes, baby! Give it to me!” My cock started spasming as I shot a heavy load between us. She scooped off her stomach and mine, then pulled out and started to finger fuck my hole with my own cum. I could feel her fake nails scratching and tearing me up, as she grabbed and squeezed my throat. The pain made me think that she was taking it out on me, all the shit that men had put her through She had been used by guys like me, and now she was getting her revenge. She forced her cock back into me, and started angrily fucking. I huffed some more and held it, then she started squeezing my neck again. The pleasure was sooo intense. She could see me losing it, and that’s when she grabbed my face and stared deeply into my eyes. ”Take my fucking load you faggot!” She thrusted hard and deep, then grunted as I felt her warm load coat my insides. She thrusted just that little bit deeper and her body spasmed. She grabbed me by the back of the neck again and kissed me, passionately. ”Enjoy my gift, fag.” She whispered into mouth. She then pulled out, picked up her robe, and a large purse off the table, and headed to the bathroom. ”We’re done. Get the fuck out,” she matter of factly said, before slamming the bathroom door.

I bartend. It’s a lot of late nights. The best thing about it is spending my night getting revved up, and then being released out in to the darkness, horned and desperate to be used once my shift is over. Last weekend I was feeling exceptionally horny after my shift, and I decided to stop by a cruisey park after work. It was all the usual game. A dark park, cool breeze, shadows of trees mingling in the park lights as men hurry past each other not knowing if the fellow in the opposite direction is a cop, some dimwit, or the next notch on your belt. I was dressed in fitting jeans and solid black dress shirt unbuttoned down to my stomach that is carrying a little more ponch than I’d like. I’m more dad-bod than former athlete nowadays, but with a thick ass, tight hole, and desperate cum-hunger, I do more than okay. I walked slowly just enjoying the evening. The air was cooled off, and I enjoyed it blowing on my exposed hairy chest. I caught the eye of several men strolling along the paths, as they caught mine. But one fella in particular looked exceptionally sexy to me. He was tall, about 6’3. And thin. But he had a strut that oozed confidence. I hoped he was oozing something else. I made my way off the paved path, into a small clearing that was secluded by several boulders. It was almost as if this area was designed for men to sneak off and fuck. Talk trees blocked lights, and the boulders were the perfect objects to lean on and bend over. As I heard his footsteps get closer I unbuckled my belt to signal that I was not just out for an evening stroll. He approached and I finally got to see how young he was. Tall and lanky, with a beautiful dark complexion. He had a fitted hat on, a loose hoodie, snug jeans, and the latest Jordans. He couldn’t have been more than 25, and was rubbing the front of his jeans. ”Yo. Whatcha looking for?” I squatted down and said “Whatever you’ve got”. He walked over confidently and said “You want everything I got?” He slid down the front of his unbuttoned jeans, and pulled out his long cock. It must have been about 8 inches and thin, but it was perfect to me. I reached out and took it towards my mouth, feeling his soft skin and warmth on my lips as it filled me and I moaned “Mmmmmhmmmmm!” He sighed as I went to work. His cock rapidly thickening in girth as he groaned in approval. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Suck that cock.” I slid up and down as he rubbed my head. I pulled my poppers out, and inhaled slowly in one nostril as I slid down his shaft. Then slowly back up and down his shaft again, as I inhaled on the other nostril. “Fuck yeah, daddy! Sniff that shit. You gon’ need them!” By this point, I had undone my pants and shifted them to my ankles. My ass was exposed, as I prefer to wear a jockstrap (since you never know when someone will need access). I was slowly sucking his beautiful cock, and trying to slobber all over it, as I didn’t bring lube. But dripping drool all over my hand and working it on my hole to prepare myself. One way or another, I was leaving with a load in my ass tonight. He grabbed my head and forced his full manhood into my throat, as he pulled my hips upward. This was all so he could explore my hole. He massaged my cheeks gently, but it was all yo get to hole, already slick with my spit. He rubbed one finger around, and then inside me. That was when I felts his long and sharp nails. The finger inside me was lightly scratching me. I chalked it up to the impatience and inelegance of youth when it came to sex. ”You want my raw hole, baby?” I asked in my poppers induced haze, as drool dripped off his cock. “Fuck yeah bitch. Turn around and show me that pussy.” I complied and turned around placing my hand on the boulder. I took one more long hit of poppers, as I felt his thick cockhead start to probe my hole. He spread my cheeks with one hand, and aimed his cock with the other. My lips stretched around it slowly, and he took his time as he entered me. Every slight thrust forward opened me up a little more as he slid in. I winced in pain as he got to my second ring, but breathed relief as he pushed past it and releases another moan. ”Goddamn your pussy is tight!” “Open me up, baby! Use me to dump your fucking load.” He slid out slowly leaving his head in me, and then back inside me a little quicker. He started to do this rhythmically, as each thrust pushed me up against the boulder. He pulled out and spit on his cock and my hole. As he added this slickness, I took a long hit from my little brown bottle and begged home to fuck me some more. Before I knew it, he was back inside me and working up a quicker pace. His speed kept picking up, and I could feel the orgasm building in my balls. He grabbed my throat as he moved on top of my back, and turning my face towards his, impaled my mouth with his tongue. ”You want these babies?” He breathlessly asked in my ear as he pulled his mouth away from mine. ”Yes!” I exclaimed, “Shoot that seed deep in me! Give me your babies!” He picked up the pace, and I felt like I was getting ripped open, but he was somehow rubbing up against my prostate and the pleasure was too intense. I arched my back even further, and forced my ass as far back onto his cock as I could. He was breathing heavier, and suddenly yelled out, “Take my AIDS babies bitch!!!” My cock exploded in my jockstrap, as he thrusted his meat into my well worked hole. His full body weight was pinning me to the boulder, and his hand was pressing my face into the rock, as he used his other hand to remove his cock from me. I had spent the last several minutes up on my toes, as it was the perfect way to get his tall frame to meld with mine. But at this point I had collapsed on the ground. He stumbled backwards, breathing heavily. Then quickly pulled up his pants (probably worried that someone had just heard that, and cops were coming to shut us down). As I picked myself up, I could feel his warm cum start to slowly drip out of my ass. I quickly worked to catch it on my hand and taste it so it wouldn’t go to waste. ”Baby, that was amazing!” I said. ”Shut the fuck up slut!” He snapped at me, and turned around to jet off as he zipped up. He was gone as I turned around and leaned my back against the boulder. It then dawned on me that he said he had AIDS. But it was too late, and the poz chasing monster inside me was awakened. I was desperate for more. I pulled up my jeans and fixed myself, before I walked out of the clearing. I was on a mission to quench my unbearable poz thirst.

Just got my latest load in a married professor's office (I work in a university). He's got a nice thick cock, which his wife was totally neglecting. I'm rather proud of this now on going connection since I've had to groom/prepare him for some time to accept both his very natural urges and his equally valid need for release. It's been a commitment of time and energy but he now seems addicted to being enthusiastically sucked and rimmed before bending me over his desk to fuck me raw. He's now at the point of actively arranging 'visits' and lying to wifey about 'working late'. I'm enjoying his descent into secret gay cheater and plan on taking him further down the path. Today, for the first time, I had him suck my cock (after getting him nice and horny and compliant) and I plan on training him to swallow my cum, rim my ass, and, ultimately, bend over to take my cock. I'm already putting the idea into his head that he should play with other cocks, with the goal of setting him free to be a gay cock slut like me. My final goal is to get him to the point where he goes along with the two of us servicing a big dick top: fingers crossed!

Mine doesn't get used much at all, id like some guys to change that though!

I just left a guy I met on bbrt. I live in Charlotte NC, his picture showed a very thick cock. He said he is a top . I was interested in just sucking his .massive cock as I love big cock. I been fucked a few times finally, raw but still a little scared about taking raw cock . I know prep But he is taking prep. Anyway I was sucking his cock freaking beer can thick and he started fingering my asshole, it felt so good, he then told me to get 9n my back 9n edge of bed and started to rim me. It felt so good He needed a shave but his whiskers were feeling real good. He then stopped and told me he was going to fuck me. He had my legs on my shoulders . I really didn't want to fuck, his cock was huge. He was leaking a ton of pre cum , he reached over a put a glob of lube on my hole and before I could stop him he had the top of his thick cock in me . He slowly started putting that thick cock in me. It felt so fucking good. I asked if it was all in me, he said no and with that he shoved the rest in me. Wow. It held still for a moment...then he started to fuck me. Hard..it was hurting a little but as time went by it started to feel good After about 5 minutes he said he wasn't going to last long. I asked him to pull out and cum in my mouth. He said not going to happen. He started to slam his cock 8n me faster and then stopped. He told me he just gave me a load of cum . I really didn't feel it but he held his cock in me, still hard but getting soft and then I felt his cum leaking from me. It felt so fucking good. I am glad he held me down and just fucked me and as sir in a rest area on my way home, my hole hurts so good and I feel the wetness. As soon as I get home I am going to jerk off with his cum. Awesome..just awesome. We are going to meet again next Monday. I want him to take a picture of his cock and him fucking me.

Please don't read this part of the story if stealthing offends you. It's inclusion in this story is by no means an endorsement of the practice in real life. This is fiction. I decided to take Knightfalconer's challenge and confess it's fun to write. I hope some of you enjoy. ============================= It was on that flight I joined ‘the mile high club.’ My window seat was at the back of the plane. A handsome very fit uniformed pilot was jumping a free ride. He sat beside me, and the isle seat was empty. The airline attendance, male and female were very attentive to him bringing me free drinks every time they served him. By halfway through the trip, I had a nice buzz. So did he by the slight slur that developed in our comfortable banter. It wasn’t blatantly obvious, but I began to suspect he might be gay. Then his hand landed on my thigh and any doubt in my mind disappeared with the smile on his face when I didn't protest. His eyes motioned toward his crotch. I checked to make sure no one was aroun, reached over and fondled the crotch of his uniform pants. Sure enough he was packing a big one and it was definitely ‘glad to see me.’ We arranged jackets over our laps and fished out each others’ erections. For the next ten minutes we gave each other hand jobs. He didn’t even remove his hand from my cock when the next attendant came along to offer us chips and more rum and coke. When he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Top or bottom?” shivers shot down my spine. When the coast was clear he whispered again. “Follow me.” We squeezed into the bathroom and locked the door. He kissed me passionately and told me to turn around. I was dropping my jeans as I turned and bent. I could hear him opening a condom. The packet was between his teeth when I looked back. I took it out of his mouth shaking my head. He frowned, “I’m married, I can’t risk it.” “You want this ass, you will.” He reached down and stuck a finger in me. “Fuck man, you’re already loaded.” Surprise in his voice. “Two loads.” I beamed. “Then I really can’t risk it. Give me that condom.” I don’t know how in that small space I managed but I turned dropped and inhaled his seven and a half inches. He softly moaned and I serviced him for the next five minutes. As he lifted me, he said, “I’m close.” He spun me and once again I bent. I assumed he was going to cum on my ass, but he was cumming as he pushed inside. He pushed deeper into me with each of his seven powerful blasts. It wasn’t until we had quickly rearranged our clothes and got back into our seats that he whispered, “I had to take the risk. The moment I felt your sloppy ass I couldn’t pass up feeling my raw cock in there. Fuck I haven’t cum like that in years.” Jackets once again concealed our laps. I had actually dropped my pants, and for the rest of the flight he fingered my sloppy hole discretely sucking or feeding me the mix of cum and ass juices. As we deplaned he promised he and a buddy would visit me at the hotel during the week. I reminded him, “No condoms.” He just winked. The hotel limo driver must have like what he saw. Once again, I found myself parked behind a strip mall. There was far more room in this vehicle. Both of us naked and ready to go he asked, “Condom or bare?” Interesting he didn’t ask if I was a bottom. “Raw man, breed me.” He needed no further encouragement. The naked bellhop gave me a tour of the hotel, secluded courtyard, pool, and workout room before taking me to my room. When I went to fish out a tip he boldly told me; “I’d prefer the tip of your cock.” I had already pulled off my shirt so dropped and stepped out of my jeans. His lips were around my hardening cock in no time. As he sucked one of his fingers found my slippery hole. He stood, opened the bedside table drawer and bent over the bed. I saw the condoms in the drawer. As I stepped forward and spread his cheeks I said, “I don’t use those dreadful things.” “That’s obvious. I was just finishing the tour. Making sure you knew all the amenities our hotel offers.” I crouched down and moved my mouth to his ass. I sensed a welcome smell and my tongue confirmed, cum. “Mmmmmm, I see you’ve already got a tip.” “Three actually, two of the five guests went for the condoms.” As I was sliding into his sloppy hole; “I’m poz, should I pull out before I cum.” “Of course not!” “I’ve just converted and I’m not on meds.” As his ass started to rock on my ball’s deep boner, “Great! A higher tip.” I leaned into pistoning, “So you’re poz to?” “Working here with my ass, I was stealthed three years ago. It was just a matter of time.” “Stealthed? You’re not mad?” “Fuck no, I love it raw. Like I said, I knew it was just a matter of time.” His was the first ass I pumped my toxic load into. My orgasm was amazing. As the week progressed I spent most of my time naked around the pool with all the other gorgeous men. It became common knowledge that I was a bareback cum slut bottom and I was often invited into guys rooms for one on one, two on one (me), or raw orgies. I was being bred six to ten times per day. I was particularly attracted to a blond twenty something gym bunny hunk with a stunning Californian tan, a scorpion tattoo on his groin and a biohazard tattoo at the top of his spine. We had sex many times, just the two of us and often with groups. He spent my second night in my room, so we had lots of time to talk. He was so easy going I knew I could ask him anything. Yes, he was toxic and not on meds. The biohazard tattoo was not false advertising. Yes, he had knocked up about a dozen other guys. Five of those he had stealthed. He loved sneaking the condom off mid fuck. Two had caught him but decided to let him finish anyway. One had caught him, insisted he put a new one on and was livid when he’d got that off too and blasted inside. One of the remaining he told after the fact. That guy had been mortified and confronted him at a club on the dance floor when he was diagnosed poz. The last seemed clueless and was mystified when he took sick. I told him I knew I shouldn’t but found his stories incredibly hot. He egged me on to try it. I was adamant, there was no way I’d do that to an unsuspecting guy. He kept reminding me I’d let Peter. I said that was different. On the Thursday night a group of us went out to a gay bar with a great dance floor. Everyone danced shirtless, a few guys only wore jock straps. My tattooed friend was the first to fuck a jock strapped ass in the middle of the dance floor. They’d been openly flirting for a while. When my friend whipped out his big hard meat the other guy just torqued back onto it. I thought they would just fuck for a short time and go back to dancing. I couldn’t hear over the music, but I read the bottom’s lips as he told my friend; “Breed me.” And he did, right there in front of the cheering crowd. More and more clothes came off and soon it was a naked dance. More and more sex was occurring on the dance floor and on the sidelines. Most of what I saw was safe sex, observing the caution on the many posters around the bar. Only two or three couples were blatantly barebacking. I headed off to the bathroom and found an available urinal beside a bear fucking a twink. As the bear's cock moved in and out I could see he was wearing protection. I had trouble getting it out but when I finished peeing I stayed and watched. The bear started to rub my bare ass. Then he leaned over and kissed me, all the while continuing his twink fuck. Then he pulled out, removed the condom, bent me over and drove his thick raw cock into my slippery ass. Thankful I had a couple loads from earlier in the day forlube. The twink now watched as the bear went to town on my ass. A few other guys came and went, but the twink kept watching. That is until he wiggled in front of me and backed his ass onto my naked cock. I tried to protest, but the bear covered my mouth and pounded me deeper and deeper into the twink. As the bear groaned his release and painted my guts I blew my toxic load into the twink. It was incredible and I thought I was going to pass out. After the bear left I said to the twink. “You’re poz then, are you?” With incredible fear on his face and tears welling up in his eyes he asked; “You didn’t cum in me, please tell me you didn’t cum in me. I just turned 18.” I was gob smacked. I didn’t know what to say. So, I lied; “No, I didn’t cum. And you don’t need to worry, I’m clean.” With great relief the twink left. I confessed to my tattooed friend as he fucked his toxic load into me back at our hotel later that night. “Fuckin A man, isn’t that the greatest orgasm ever.” “Well, it was, but I feel so bad.” “Don’t give it a second thought. In fact we need to help you stealth again tomorrow so you can get over your stupid conscience. I’ve been trying to land the pool boy all week, but he told me he won’t come near me. He’s seen my tattoos. I won’t stop ‘til I coach you.” “FUCK NO MAN!!” But my tattooed friend was not one to take no for an answer.

Was taking blindfolded anonymous loads the other night and this was the photo taken by the first guy after he'd dumped in there. I've been stretching and trashing my hole so much lately with plugs and huge toys that this is how it looks at the start of the night 🤤😈 Anyone want to slide their cock or fist in there next?

Sorry, it's not going to be multi-chapter and it's going to be short, but I hope you all still like it (and please be kind, this is my first time writing something like this). I had just turned 40, and because of the economy, the lack of rebounding in my industry, I was forced to declare bankruptcy. I had lost everything. Thankfully though, I don't have kids, nor a spouse, so not having to worry about any court ordered responsibilities, but also without a house and nice car. I had just enough cash to buy a piece of crap car that was big enough for me to sleep in some nights and store my critical stuff. Other nights I would find the cheapest motel and take a shower and sleep. I kept thinking I needed to do something right quick before I totally plunged into homelessness and disappear forever. So, I started going to the library, accessing computers, submitting job apps, etc. Some days I would be a little, or a lot, spun when going and on those days, of course, my mind said fuck it, and I would sit in there on my phone for hours browsing the "apps" knowing I probably couldn't hook up because I couldn't host but just turning myself on for the hell of it I guess. So this one day in particular, I was at the library. It was around 430pm. I had checked in to a motel earlier and figured I would just spend a little bit of time on here. Once my phone hit the WIFI, it started going crazy with notifications, since I hadn't been on it for a few days. I dismissed most, but this one was intriguing. The profile picture was definitely that of a young twink. He said he was 18, in my mind, I said that if I meet up with this guy, I am checking his ID for sure. He was textbook twink, completely smooth, maybe 5'5" 115 pounds blond hair green eyes, looked to have some sort of Mediterranean in him because his color was white but you could see some natural olive tan coloring trying to shine through. He was so hot. I replied to his message and we started messaging back and forth. We messaged back and forth for about a week. During that time, I found out he was a total virgin, never once even touched or seen a cock other than his own, he hasn't shoved anything up his hole, oh, his hole. Oh my god! The pics of his ass (I requested he take them) were utter beauty. When he spread his cheeks for the camera, and the sight of that tiny puckered pink hole, my cock definitely shot a bunch of pre-cum into my shorts. He told me that he's been watching gay porn online, and that he's scared of getting a cock up his ass, but he for sure wanted to be fisted. I thought that was interesting, I never heard of a virgin wanting a fist, but kids these days, right? He found out about me that I pnp, mostly smoke crystal, I always bareback, I was poz undetectable, I love eating ass, and I knew I would fall in love eating his. So, we set up a meet. He apparently trusted me enough so far to not overstep his boundaries and all he wanted was to experience a tongue up his hole and then to be fisted for a few hours or so. We agreed we would not pnp since he wasn't ready to take on that level yet. I also told him to make sure to bring his drivers license. So, the day of, I got a cheap room, showered, got naked, etc. before he got there. I also prepped, by stripping the sheets off the bed, putting down towels, putting on porn that I had on this USB stick I plugged into the TV, and oh yea, the lube. Well, what he didn't know was that the lube I use comes from a special "factory" and this factory is exclusive to me and I run it. It involves getting a 3 ounce bottle of lube (yes, the small size), silicon based preferred, then crushing a bunch of crystal (like no less than 3.5 grams) and pouring it into the lube bottle, mixing it as best I can. Most, if not all, the time, it's easy for the top to not have to show the lube bottle to the other person, so I knew this would be fine and I would go undetected. So, 6:15pm, right on time to the minute, knock on my door, and I open it and I am face to face with the hottest boy I've seen for a long time. The picture attached to this post IS NOT HIM, but could seriously be his twin. As promised, without me asking, he already has his driver's license in his hand, and he showed it to me. He was legit, turned 18 one month prior to us meeting (and chatting) so I'm in the clear. I was already naked, he seemed excited, he stripped right away and we went to the bed. I ate that ass every which way I could, him on his back with legs pulled up, him bending over, and god he tasted so damn good. After about half hour, I was sensing he wanted what he came for, and that was to be fisted. By this time, my cock is drooling, I so bad wanted to just shove it in his hole full on and let him stew on it, but I promised, and I'm a man of my word, well, sort of. So I start lubing up my hand with my special lube. I showed him my baby syringe posing as a lube shooter and me filling it with lube straight from the bottle and then into his hole (did that 3 times). Then I started rubbing and playing with his hole with my fingers, working them in and starting to stretch him open. I could tell he was nervous, he kept trying to clinch and push everything out, but I held fast, knowing in just a matter of minutes, the crystal would start working and his pussy would start to relax. So about 10 minutes later, I had already injected more lube into his cunt with my shooter two times, and was up to my wrist, and I just started rotating inside him, when he just blurts out "Oh my fucking god! This is so amazing, I never knew it could feel this good!!!" Naturally, I'm thinking, "hah bitch, if this crystal wasn't in this shit, you would be screaming in pain" because he was still damn fucking tight. But I figure, he has no way to know he's been loaded with crystal because he's never done it, so of course he is relating the feelings he is getting directly because of my fist. So, with that encouragement, I step it up. After about an hour, I've used just about half the bottle of lube, so basically 1.75 grams have been shoved in his pussy. I'm up to about 2 inches below my elbow. I've never had anyone moan like how he was moaning in pure pleasure. He was definitely in another place. His eyes were open yet they were definitely not able to see anything unless I brought him out of his high, his mouth was open showing his beautiful teeth, and the only thing coming out of it was moans. I would ask him easy questions, and you could tell he wanted to respond, but he couldn't, he was so far up in cloud based pleasure heaven that he forgot how to speak. So I just kept going, I wanted to go past my elbow, and judging by him, I am sure he wanted me to as well. And of course, I had one more surprise for him. I had on my USB stick a few really really hot porn vids that were totally homemade of an older guy working on a twink's ass, going from an intense fisting to bareback fucking and breeding, and the camera had focused on the pussy like the entire time. Each one was only like 10 mins in length, perfect amount of time until a twink will get bored of a video and want to change it. So once I got to my elbow, I put 4 of these vids on the playlist as next to play, and when the first one started, I watched his eyes, and he was hooked. His entire focus was on the tv. During the first 3 vids, I think I used up another 1/4 of the lube bottle, so he's up to like just over 2.5 grams in his pussy and it's been about 2 1/2 hours. He is now flying to heights he never even knew existed and wanting more as he kept pushing back on my hand. I knew it was now, the 3rd vid was just about to end, the top was about a minute away from exploding deep into his boy's cunt. I pull out my hand, I pour the remaining lube into his pussy, I scoop a lil bit and rub it on my cock, and before he was able to register I took my hand out, I had my totally raw, hard as fuck, dripping cock balls deep in that hot tight relaxed crystal loaded pussy and I was the one who almost passed out from the feeling his stretched cunt was giving my cock. As the video was showing the boy's hole dripping cum out of it, I was fully lodged and started a slow rhythm trying to mimic that pace my hand was at so his brain wouldn't register the swap. The 4th video starts and I knew it was about 7 minutes before the top has his cock buried, and so I wanted to time it to when the top buried his cock, my boy would realize my cock was buried in him. As final encouragement for him, the next video was an hour long compilation of twink holes being filled with daddy cum, to fully get his brain into it. So, as the short of amount of time tick by, I start quickening my pace, I am always going balls deep on the in stroke and I let the crown of my mushroom head to pop out on the out stroke to make sure his ring feels it every time back and forth. In about a minute is the plunge if you will, and so I tell him "boy, you are so fucking hot, I need to fuck you so bad!" Like 10 seconds before the top in the video plunged his cock in, my boy was able to turn his head and eyes to mine and all he could muster was "please Daddy" in just over a whisper. Oh my god, those were the most beautiful words I ever heard. Right before the top plunges in, I pull completely out so we are in sync, and as he plunges in balls deep full on, I'm doing the same. Both boys moan like you've never heard before, in total drug loaded pleasure. I last about 10 minutes, which was like the 5th scene in the compilation, so my boy had seen holes get bred and cum dripping out 4 times so far. His pussy wanted it, it was squeezing me so much, and whenever he tried touching his own cock, I shoved his hands away. I finally couldn't hold back, I knew I was gonna cum huge, and sure enough, without announcing to him, I lost control and my cock got so thick and bam, I shot the biggest load deep in his cunt that it hurt my balls. My cock spasmed 9 times shooting cum out. His cock shot hands free a massive load all over his chest and face, as only an 18 year old can do. With my cock still spasming inside him, I bent over him so we were chest to chest, and I just laid on top of him letting my orgasm take control of my body and let me enjoy it. He passed out (but was fine, and breathing, so was totally safe) from the shear pleasure overload from the drugs and we fell asleep for about an hour. I woke up first. I kissed his little mouth, and pulled out, and started to clean him up. Well, I actually tongued his hole before he woke up to get his and my taste on my tongue. I had him all cleaned up by the time he woke up. I had him cuddled and he turns his neck and looks at me and said something like he did not want to leave and said thank you. I told him go back to sleep, and we had until 11am until checkout to be naked and chill with each other. So we fell back asleep. My dreams were crazy, I dreamt that he became my boy forever and stuff like that. I mean, of course, I was so into him, and so into teaching him. I woke up around 8am, pushing those dreams aside, knowing reality was right around the corner. I left him a note saying I went to get some food, and I would be right back, and when I got back in the room, he was awake, and was in the shower. When he got out, he drops a bomb on me. What he told me had me going nuts. He told me that 6 months ago, both his parents, who had a shitload of money, died travelling somewhere, and left him this 5 bedroom house, in the greatest part of town. He said if I don't believe him, look out the window and see that brand new BMW M-5 sitting there, that was his, and he chirped the alarm to validate that. I felt for him, I was like, sorry to hear he lost his folks. He says, "no, that's not why I am telling you this. I am telling you this, because, you took me to a place last night I never knew I could go to and here I am, awake and safe, and I want more and more and I want you to move in to my house and be my daddy forever." Now, who the hell am I to say no to something like that? Especially given my bankrupt ass. I tell him I of course agree, on a few conditions. I definitely need a new car, he will belong to me, and nobody else unless we mutually agree (like a 3 way), and I don't want to work. He chuckles, and next thing I know, we are at the Audi dealer, and he is writing a check for this $80,000 brand new Audi for me. To this day, I still do not work, he's my boy, and yes, we fuck guys all the time, but always together. I charged up his hole with my poz cum enough times finally it took, which is what he wanted, and there's no sign of any of this changing. To this day, we both think of that first night so much and how it changed both our lives for the better. -------------------------------------- Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

I know the mental hell you're going through mate. After I was exposed, I went through literal years of "False Positive" "fast" tests. Full panel blood testing always insisted that I was Neg. It was an Emotional Rollercoaster I rode alone because I had some baggage from growing up during the crisis,having lost many people during that time. I also wrestled with an inevitably complex. from my background. After my doctor literally mixed up my at the time latest test with another patient, I quit testing and adopted a "Don't Ask/ Don't Tell Don't Care" attitude. That probably wasn't the smartest move, but I found the stress of wondering if the results I was staring at were accurate, and checking Web MD against every blotch on my skin, every cut on my gums and every bout of IBS was killing me. If I can offer some advice, I'd say use your head. Use any resource you have access to. Keep taking an active interest in your health. And above all, don'Psych yourself out about it. I spent 16 years at war with myself, not fully embracing myself, All of myself because a test result was defining my life and how i lived it and in my case I wound up Poz anyway. take from that what you will. I'm not advocating "letting go" and this isn't about any kink/ fetish I have. I just want you to know how a False positive can shake one up and I'm here for you.

I was horny and hungover and feeling a bit burned out from partying the night before. In total I had about 2 hours of sleep between hanging with a few friends and then getting home and trying to pass out. Every time I tried to sleep, I would end up on my phone and refreshing my Grindr screen over and over again. After a few more attempts to sleep, I said fuck it, got up and smoked some weed while cruising for dick. I live in an urban area but with COVID-19 and a relatively small bubble, I have not been hooking up much... or at all. The sexual frustration was getting to me. I am a late 20s guy, pretty sexually adventurous, but also really shy and often afraid to make the first move. I am 5'11, 180 lbs, 6in uc dick, and handsome, or so I am told. My online profiles are pretty tame. I usually use two different accounts and this early morning I was logged into my slut account. Barely any information, just a picture of me in my underwear showing off a thick ass, and the title, "Looking now" with a downwards arrow. I tend to get a bit of chatter from guys but rarely do I get and solid action and I often chicken out before anything can happen. I am a bit goofy but have a dark side, especially when I party. I have lots of desires and fetishes, but rarely do I act on any of them for fear of being hurt or in catching something. Also, I am always worried that my sexual adventures could follow me publicly. Today I wasn't really sure what I was looking for, I just knew my thresholds and inhibitions seem to feel much lower than usual. Shortly into my Grindr refresh and toke journey I got a message from a blank profile about 5 miles away, asking me what's up, followed by a dick pic, and, "looking to play? hosting here." The dick was wet and hard, uncut, and looked like it was attached to a fairly average body and a huge set of balls. My stoner mind, hard dick, and hangover combined, making my mouth water and my ass feel tight just at the sight of the dick. I took a hit of poppers and started crafting my reply. Me: "Hey, hot dick. Horny here. Hungover, not sure what I am looking for. Had a pretty late night" Him: "Nice. Your ass looks nice, you like to get fucked? Hosting and alone here. You should come over." I dont know what compelled me to write what I wrote next, but I did. Me: "You ever like it anon?" I often watch a lot of amateur anonymous bareback porn, with the scenes where a younger guy is blindfolded and used by a few men always making me cum. Him: "Fuck yeh. You want it anon? We can do it anon. I have my own place and I can blindfold you. We never have to even see each other's faces." My dick started to throb. I closed Grindr for a minute, feeling overwhelmed and thinking this conversation was going to get me into trouble. I switched back to some porn, took another hit of weed and a hit of poppers. As soon as the poppers and weed starting hitting I switched back to Grindr and saw a few more messages from the same guy. "Come on over, I can fuck you, you can leave. It will be fun. Trust me"... "Hey? You interested?"... "Fuck dude, where did you go? So horny here"... "you like to party?"... "fine, you are just another cock tease. fuck it." I had only ghosted for a few minutes but clearly he was frustrated. I zeroed in on the party comment and decided to say fuck it, I am going for it. Me: "Yeh. I like to party. Ill come over. But I want it anon, you do what you want to me. I def like to party, Stoned here but open to all kinds. Do what you want." He replied with his address and asked, "how long?" I ordered an Uber. Me: "10 minutes away, should arrive in 20. What are my instructions?" ----- In the 10 minutes before the uber arrived I did a quick clean out. My head was a bit light, but I could feel the stone starting to wear off so I took a shot of tequila. It was pretty early in the morning, but I knew I was going to lose my nerve. When the Uber arrived, I locked the door to my place, left a note for my roomie, and headed out. In the car I read his instructions over and over again. Him: "When you arrive, come in the side door off of the garage and strip down completely. I will have a bandana and a jock strap for you to put on. Leave your clothes in the garage. Once you are ready, I will come and get you and lead you into the house. Then, you follow instructions. Is that clear?" I had responded and said yes, but between the time I confirmed and getting into the uber, my nerve was starting to dissolve. The shot of tequila hadnt done much, the weed was wearing off, and I couldnt sniff poppers in the back of the uber. Suddenly, I felt afraid. I sent him a message. I was having second thoughts. "Im on my way over. Im getting nervous. You do this often?" No response. The uber kept driving along. Thankfully the journey was a bit slower than I anticipated. I wrote some more. "You got condoms?" No response. His profile indicated he was online, but he was either ignoring me or he was preoccupied. "Man, I am really having second thoughts. How do I know you wont hurt me?" Still no response. I sat silently in the uber and refreshed my grindr page. His profile was getting closer and closer. As we neared his place, more hot profiles starting showing. I thought, at least I could ditch him and head somewhere else if needed. I was wrestling with myself and my head, feeling my cock strain against my tight undies in my blue jeans while my rational and logical brain were telling me to go home, find another way to scratch this itch. I was lost in my thought when I felt the driver slow the car down and stop. We pulled over on the side of the street and in the lot next to where we were was a nice average looking home in a decent neighbourhood. The lights were seemingly off and there was no car in the driveway. The driver asked, "are you getting out?" I mumbled something, looked out the window and just as I did, rain started pouring down. "Man, I got other rides I gotta get. You want to get out here or do you need to go somewhere else?" Was I ready for this? I wasn't so sure. I was incredibly horny, but I wasn't sure the guy was even there. He hadn't responded to any of the messages and suddenly my phone vibrated. It was a message from him. It read: Him: "get out of the car and come inside like instructed". I looked at the uber driver, said thanks, and walked out into the rain. I was instantly soaked. The entire time I kept one hand in my pocket, holding onto my poppers. The other hand held my phone, which was thankfully waterproof. The walk from the curb to the door on the garage was only a few moments, but my clothes were completely soaked through and the wet denim was rubbing against my cock as I walked. I stood outside the door for a few moments, looked at our grindr conversation, and said to myself, fuck it, you are here now might as well go through with it. I was overcome with anticipation and I couldn't turn back now. I opened the door and entered the dark garage. It was quiet except for the sound of the rain. My eyes took a few moments to adjust, but over to the left hand side next to a door going into the house I saw a stool with a bottle of water, some fabric, and a note. The note read, "Take off your clothes. Put on the blindfold and the jock strap and sit on the stool." I did as I was instructed. My pants were soaked so I wasnt sure where to put the phone or my blindfold, so I held the phone in my hand and tucked the poppers into the waist band of the jock strap. The jock was tight, pulling my skin and holding my cock and walls up tight against my body. My skin was cold and wet from the rain and my nerves were feeling pretty intense. I started to shiver. I heard the sound of a door, possibly the one next to me. I heard some breathing. My senses were overwhelmed without being able to see. The rain sounded like it was pounding furiously against the roof. I was about to ask if everything was alright when I felt a hand grap my wrist and pull me up abruptly. Then he spoke. "Give me your phone and your poppers. Ill give them back once we are inside". I wanted to speak or object, but my body gave in. His deep voice and commanding tone gave me no room to say otherwise. He started to lead me through the door. He didnt talk and he guided me roughly, but I felt I didnt have much choice. We went down a set of carpeted stairs shortly after going through the door. It smelled like we were in a basement, not bad, but distinct. I made a few surprised sounds as he guided me around, but we didnt talk. We stopped. I felt him come around in front of me. He seemed taller, bigger, and much more of a man than me. I couldn't see him, but in my eye I kept picturing his dick and the grindr messages. It was much warmer down here than the garage, but I was still shaking. He grabbed both my wrists and held them up in front of me. He started wrapping something around my wrists. I was scared and I wasn't sure what was happening. Was he tying me up? I opened my mouth to say something and just as I did he leaned in close and I could feel his breath on my face. He spoke, "Repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun.'" I was startled, and wasn't sure what I should do. He was tying my wrists very tightly. He said it again. "I said, repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun'." I started to whisper his words back to him. He laughed with a short gruff chuckle. "Fuck yeh." He stepped away. I wasnt sure where he was, I couldnt really tell where in a room I was. I was just standing there in my jock and now my hands were tied in front of me. I was able to move my elbows and extend a bit, but I wasn't sure what was going to come next. Suddenly I felt a rough push, shoving me forward. I couldnt catch myself and I fell forward quickly. I didnt fall far or hard, but I landed on something soft and about the size of my torso with my knees hitting the carpeted floor and my head and part of my chest falling a bit over the edge of something. It felt like he threw me over an ottoman. He spoke, "Hold these, use them as you'd like". He put a bottle in my hand, it felt like my poppers. My nerves were really getting the best of me. I wanted to ask what was happening. I felt him grab my ankles and start pulling them apart. I was prone, half tied up, and ass up over an ottoman. This was already more than I bargained for. Me: "Hey, I think this is getting out of hand and I..." I wasnt able to say anything else. He leaned forward and shoved his fingers in my mouth. Him: "Shhh. You are going to love this." Somehow with his free hand I could feel him wrapping something around my ankles while his other fingers were down my throat. He switched hands and continued probing my mouth with his other hand. The hand that was just in my mouth went to my ass. It felt like he was trying to explore my throat with this hand from the inside out. I started to gag and convulse a little bit, but he kept at it. His mouth tasted funny and at times it felt like there was something in his hand as if he was trying to force me to swallow something. As he did this started poking at my hole. I could feel the left over saliva on his fingers from when he first entered my mouth. He applied a little bit of pressure and slipped inside in with his finger going straight in. I groaned. It felt good but I also was starting to feel terrified. I also couldnt speak. He fingered my mouth and my whole for a few minutes longer while I groaned before pulling out suddenly. I started to speak. Me: "Hey, this is hot, but did you get my messages? You got condoms?" He laughed again in that short gruff sort of way, but didn't respond. I considered my options. I was now tied up at the feet, attached to something, not sure what, but my legs were pulled somewhat apart and my I was splayed out over this ottoman, my hands being tied too. I could operate the bottle of poppers, but otherwise, my wrists were joined and I wasn't overly mobile. "Look. You can fuck me, but.. I ..l ... " My brain started feeling really warm. I could feel myself grinding the ottoman slightly, my dick rubbing against the fabric of the jock and the furniture. It was feeling somewhat hard to speak. "...I... i... I really want to play safe." He chuckled again and spoke, "I can do whatever I want." I started to reply again but as I did, he interrupted. "There is something to drink in front of you. Ill be back". With that, I heard him walk away. ----- I couldnt see anything, all I could do was feel my other senses. When I first got in the room I couldn't hear anything, now, seemingly alone, I could hear the rain, occasional noises from the house, and I could hear porn playing softly. I was completely over my head here, but I was also getting more and more horny. The night before my friends and I had taken some MDMA, and I have partied a fair bit, so I could tell that I was now on something. My growing horniness was alongside my lack of ability to focus on anything but my dick. I could still operate the bottle of poppers and also reach the water bottle in front of me. I took some swigs of water and took a few hit of poppers and my mind exploded. The water tasted funny and everything was becoming more difficult while my ass and dick were radiating heat. I had nothing else I could do but sniff the poppers, drink the water, and grind. I heard the door open and I groaned. I must have been a beautiful site, ass up, tied up, and grinding into the ottoman. The faint sounds of porn that I could hear earlier suddenly got a lot louder and music was turned on. It was a deep thumbing electronic beat, with the sounds of someone getting fucked on top of it. I couldn't hear anything else. I felt a hand on my ass. Then, the hand glided around my body. He was coming around to face me in the front. His hand felt like electric fire tracing a line from my ass to my head. I could barely think about anything other than cock. I was clearly very high, on some sort of MDMA mix. My ass was tingling really intensely and I couldn't measure the passing of time. As the hand reached my hand I felt a dick poke at my face. I opened my mouth and let it in. It was a nice dick, likely around 7inches. It was leaking precum already and I couldnt get enough. I groaned heavily while I started sucking. The hand became a set of hands and both wrapped around the back of my head and he started pumping in and out of my mouth with the beat of the music and said, "Fuck yeah, take that dick". I was feeling really out of it, but I could tell instantly that this was a different voice. It was slightly higher, less rough, and sounded like it belonged to someone younger. I kept sucking. As I did I felt something on my ass. A cold drizzle of liquid was poured on my ass as this new person drilled in and out of my mouth. What the fuck was happening? How am I now high on god knows what in the basement of a strangers house with lube being poured down my ass crack while another strangers dick was in my mouth? I felt a hand on my ass, pulling and poking the lube into my hole with a finger. There was very little resistance. The drugs and poppers made me very loose. Behind my blindfold the darkness was replaced with a cascading and ever changing series of images influenced by the sounds of the porn, what i was experienced, and the music. I felt helpless and ravenous. The dick pulled out of my mouth. I heard the original voice, coming from behind me, "Ive got him ready to go. You have first go". The person in front of me moved away from me and behind. I started to feel nervous again and began to speak, but it was hard to get my words together. "I... i... use... safe." I heard both of them chuckle. I went to open my mouth again but didnt get any words out before I felt a dick enter my mouth. As it did, I heard the original man. Him: "We are safe. You are safe. Shh. Dont worry. Enjoy the experience." He started pumping in and out of my mouth and I felt the other guy spread my ass cheeks apart as he placed the head of his dick at my hole. I started to mumble while the dick was in my mouth something that might have sounded like "condom" but it was barely audible. He pushed in and entered me fully. I was now high as a kit, impaled by two cocks from two strangers, tied up in a basement. Both men were pumping me with the sound of the music, or at least it felt that way. I was in part feeling like I was in heaven, and in another way, I was feeling like I was on a one-way ride to hell. These men could do whatever they wanted to me, I couldnt do anything about it. I didnt want to do anything about it. I couldn't tell for sure, but given the sounds of the porn in the room, the use of drugs, and the commands I was being given, I was pretty sure there were no condoms being used here this morning. I didnt have the energy to ask or protest. Both men were fairly silent except for the occasional groan. I felt like we had only been fucking for a few minutes, but time didn't quite make sense. I could feel their rhythm, but the loud music and the inability to move with the blindfold only allowed me to really focus on the sensations of their dicks. The cock in my mouth would push in to my throat, then pull out so just the head was inside. I could taste pearls of precum on the tip of the uncut dick and I eagerly lapped it up. The dick in my ass would go all the way in and pause and pull out slowly, then pick up the pace. I was being ridden by two men at the same time in a drugged out fantasy of my making. I really started to lose touch with reality and my brain felt like it was going to spin. The man in front of me, who I assumed was the man I originally talked with, was also feeding me a steady supply of poppers. The man behind me was at a steady pace, but his noises started to increase. The porn that was playing was getting more intense. I could hear a bottom groaning and whimpering at what sounded like a room of men. The sounds of the men inside me and the sounds of the men I could hear from the porn started to become indistinguishable. In my mind, behind the blindfold, I started to picture myself as the bottom in whatever porn they were playing. I was a fucktoy and nothing else. The guy inside my ass groaned, and I felt him put all his wait in me as he put his head behind mine and let out a growl. The man in my mouth shoved his cock deep then pulled out slightly at the same time. Suddenly, spurt after spurt of cum hit my tongue while both men growled. I felt the guy in my ass shudder and push deeper and pull out slightly and hold his dick as it spasmed in my hole. I was being filled up from both ends. I felt my mouth around the dick and I was sucking on it tightly, feeling like I should never let it go. My ass was clenched tightly around the other mans cock. I wanted it all. Both mean eased out of both holes, despite the vice grip my mouth and ass had on them. They both backed away from me and then I couldnt tell what was happening. All I could hear was the porn and the music. All I could feel was empty, with dribbles of cum rolling down my chin and my ass feeling very wet. I felt a hand on my back and suddenly a voice by my ear and then, he spoke. It was the original guy. "Hear, take these. We need a break. We will back shortly. Enjoy yourself till then." He shoved his hand in my mouth, pulled my head back and made me swallow. I wasnt sure what it was. Another set of hands was behind me and I felt something push at my hole. It didnt feel like a dick, it must have been a but plug. My ass tingled and burned slightly, but it felt great to be full at least. After I finished swallowing I felt something being fastened around my head and then felt something rubber being placed in my mouth. A ball gag. Then, I was alone. The music was turned off as well. I could still hear the porn and between the sounds of someone getting railed on whatever video they were watching, I heard sounds of footsteps walking away followed by the sound of a door. I was alone. I heard a door open again, some distance away and the second guy, the one who surprised me yelled, "We might need a break fag, but there are others who are ready to go. We gave our address out to a few guys online with pics of your sweet hole. Get ready to be used." ----- More to come. Sorry if this was too long. Was trying to include details. I love stories like this so thought I would try writing one myself.

Given that it sounds like you have been in a monogamous (heterosexual, though it doesn't particularly matter) relationship for the last 3 years, of course you couldn't be poz (unless your partner gave it to you). In fact, given the probabilities involved, I'm rather surprised that you were even bothering to test. So my suggestion would be that you think through the issue and maybe look at the real math involved. And ask yourself why you were (illogically) worried enough to test, and scared by the false positives (when it was fairly clear that that was the only realistic likelihood). If there's some unresolved psychological issue or fear going on, take care of that so that it doesn't make your life miserable. Because having a healthy respect for the risks of sexual activity is prudent and sensible, but having unreasonable and unrealistic fear of them is a recipe for unneeded unhappiness. I understand the knee-jerk reaction of fear of a lethal disease (I've had it myself), but the scientific reality of HIV in the 2020's is a very long way from what it was in the 1980's.

Part II: So I went back up the stairs to his room, and he was already hard again. I got on my knees on the floor and put his cock back in my mouth. He fucked me again, this time on all fours on the floor. He pounded me there for awhile. We moved back to the couch at the foot of the bed after my knees started to hurt. I could feel him start to get closer. I remembered that I wanted to take more videos of me being slutty, so before he blew his load I asked him to slow down and take a video. I definitely have an exhibitionist streak, but so many times in the heat of the moment I completely forget about wanting to film it. Luckily I remembered this time, so now I have a nice new clip of me getting fucked. He stopped filming once he reached the point of no return, and blew his second load deep in my ass. He pulled his dripping cock out of my hole and again I gently took him in my mouth. We made more small talk as I got dressed and he went to take a shower. This time when I left I went all the way down the stairs, walked back to my car, and drove the 20 minutes to the bathhouse. On my way walking into the bathhouse, the hotel guy messaged me saying he wished I had stayed and that he could give me a third load. I paid for a large room, got my towel, key, and remote for the TV, and walked to go find my accommodations. I have a tank top that says "Cum In My Ass" that I like to wear whenever I get to the bathhouse, because it makes me feel slutty and advertises the goods. My room was directly next to an area with a padded couch and TVs showing porn, a wooden sex bench, gloryholes, and a "slurp ramp," where there is a raised platform guys can walk on while other guys below can give them a blowjob while standing. After I got everything situated in my room, I opened the door to go do a lap around the club. There were a few guys in the play area outside my door, but they weren't playing themselves, mostly just browsing. One of the guys looked like he was waiting for me. I made eye contact and nodded back to my room, and he followed me inside. I left the door open, but he shut it. He was a stocky Hispanic guy, probably in his 20s, with an above-average thick uncut cock. I gave him a blowjob for awhile. I asked if he wanted to fuck me, but he declined. He wanted to fuck me with one of my dildos that I had brought, so I let him do that while I sucked him. I don't want to brag too much about my blowjob skills, but I've made three guys cum twice with my mouth within the span of about 10-15 minutes each, and made another guy cum three times within the same timeframe. After about 15 minutes of sucking this guy's cock, and he still didn't seem to be any closer to cumming, I told him thanks and indicated that I was going to do a lap. This guy followed me around the club throughout the day, never said a word, and at one point kind of elbowed his way past another guy so he could get at my mouth, but he never seemed to get any closer to cumming, never took me up on my offer to fuck me, and in fact never said a word. Any time I asked him a question he kind of shrugged or rolled his eyes. He had a nice cock, and I would've gladly taken his load, but anybody who makes me work for it that much isn't worth my time. I took a lap and went to a different slurp ramp/gloryhole area. This area is filmed on the internal CCTV system, and broadcast to all the TVs in each room, providing a cool real-time voyeur/exhibitionist element and information about how busy things are. I walked on the lower level, indicating that I'm looking to suck cock. An older Asian guy walked up and stuck his hand between the slats to guide my head to his slightly smaller-than-average cock. I sucked him for a minute before asking if he wanted to go back to my room. He agreed and followed me back there. I was hoping he would fuck me, but he wanted me to keep sucking him. He was leaking a ton of precum, and it tasted delicious. Within a few minutes he was cumming down my throat. Next, I went to one of the video areas, where an older Hispanic guy was watching porn. I asked if I could suck him and he said sure, so I got down on my hands and knees, ass in the air, and started sucking his smaller uncut cock. I couldn't make him hard after sucking him for a few minutes, and he looked very apologetic when he told me that he was a bottom and doesn't usually get his cock sucked. I told him I'm the same way, so we wished each other happy hunting and went our separate ways. I walked up to an area of the club I had never been to before--it was always closed for construction. You needed to walk through a dark room maze, and on the other side there was another slurp ramp, kind of a slurp ring, with a raised walkway that went around in a circle around a central area, kind of like an arena. In the middle of the arena was another fuckbench, kind of a picnic table covered in padding with a much thinner "table" area, where a bottom puts his chest down on the table part, and then his hands and knees go on the benches on either side. Unlike others I'd seen, this one had restraints for the bottom's wrists and ankles. There was no one in the entire larger room, but I was so turned on thinking about getting fucked while guys getting blowjobs watched me in a circle that I strapped myself into the restraints and hit my poppers. I went back to my room and started watching porn and playing with my dildos. I got so worked up fantasizing about all the anonymous cock I was going to take that I opened my door, put my ass in the air at the edge of the bed, and kept using my toys, advertising my hole. Pretty soon I had my first customer. While my head was in the mattress and I had turned off all the lights except the red one, my room had mirrors all around and I could see that it was the bathhouse employee who had checked me in, a guy of mixed ethnicity in his mid-30s. He came in, unzipped his pants (another telltale sign, no one but employees is wearing anything other than a towel or jockstrap), and started stroking his cock while gently fingering my ass. I grabbed his nice large cut cock, lubed it up, and guided it inside me. He was pounding me hard from the start and it took him maybe a minute to shoot his load in my hole. He zipped up, smacked my ass, and left. Within 30 seconds, another bathhouse employee came in and unzipped, but this guy didn't fuck me. He got down on his knees and started eating and fingering my cummy hole while stroking himself. His soft wet tongue felt amazing around and inside my hole, and I enjoyed the contrast with his rough stubble between my cheeks. He was enjoying himself, and within about 5 minutes he came, shooting his load on the floor before zipping up and leaving. I vaguely remember another guy fucking me and cumming inside me after that, a white guy with a big belly and a short thick cock, and he came very quickly. I then closed the door and relaxed for a bit before going out into the slurp ramp area outside my door. A younger Asian guy walked onto the ramp area as I was walking below, went up to the rail and pulled his towel aside to free his cock in front of my face. He had an average length cut cock, but it was pretty thin--all things being equal, thin cocks are my least favorite, but I wasn't going to turn down a load of cum. Shortly after I started sucking him, the Silent Hispanic Guy came up next to him and also put his cock in my face. I started sucking both of them, and then the Asian guy pulled away. I thought he was leaving, so I started focusing solely on the Hispanic guy's cock, but the Asian guy came around behind me and started feeling up my ass. At this, the Hispanic guy pulled away and left. I grabbed the Asian guy and brought him into my room, where he fucked me on all fours for a good 10 minutes, then had me turn over to fuck me in missionary. I don't generally enjoy missionary sex with guys, but I wanted this guy to cum, and I figured he needed more friction considering how thin his cock was compared to my stretched out hole. He finally came, and left very quickly. I went to the spa area to go take a shower and jump in the jacuzzi. Despite there being a rule that you're not allowed to play in the jacuzzi area, it's designed to have a lot of corners out of sight. Another Hispanic guy, this time a younger guy, started jacking me off under the water. So I returned the favor. I told him I had trouble getting hard with guys, so he stopped jacking my cock and hopped up on the edge of the jacuzzi, presenting his cock to my mouth. I sucked him for a minute and then left. I then went into one of the saunas, where I found the Silent Guy all by himself. Since I thought maybe he left the slurp ramp the last time because all of my attention wasn't focused on him, I decided to try to get him to cum one more time. I got on my knees on the lower bench as he put one of his legs up to allow me easier access. I slobbered and throated his cock for what felt like 30 minutes, but was probably more like 10. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, but again he indicated no. A crowd had formed around us to watch me work, but I was getting very hot and had to throw in the towel. As I pulled back and started wiping the sweat off my body, one of the guys who had been watching said, "Damn, nice work dude. You were really going for it." Small consolation. This bathhouse has two saunas, so I walked around and felt the cool air for awhile before going into the second sauna on the next level. On the top bench, there was a middle-aged white guy in good shape with a goatee and a bald head. I sat a little ways away and we both stretched and relaxed while fondling our packages underneath our towels. I pulled mine away and he did the same, revealing a heavy cock. I reached over and started stroking him, then got down on the lower bench beneath him to put him in my mouth. Once he was at full mast, I saw that he had a very large cock, not as thick as my Hotel Guy but definitely thicker than average and about 8 inches long. I was sucking him for a few minutes when I heard the door open and another guy walked in. I didn't really see him, because the door was directly behind me, but he came up to my ass, pulled his towel to the side, and started rubbing his bare cock against my hole. I grabbed my lube and lubed my hole and his cock before guiding him in, all without taking the cock out of my mouth. I was getting spitroasted again, one of my favorite activities! Another minute or two and he was shooting his semen in my hole. At some point during that time another guy had walked into the sauna, a fat white guy. He sat down next to the guy on the bench in front of me to watch and stroke under his towel. After the guy who was fucking me left, the Fat Guy pulled his cock out and offered it to me to suck, an average cut cock. The Bald Guy didn't appear to be close to cumming, so I started alternating between the two of them. As I focused back on the Bald Guy, the fat guy stood up and got behind me. He was shorter than me, so in order to get his cock in my hole, I had to do a half squat. I had been alternating between kneeling on the bench and standing on the floor since I got to the sauna, so my legs were pretty tired. The Fat Guy fucked me for about a minute before I couldn't hold out any longer and told him I needed to stand up. He kept trying but couldn't make it work, and finally gave up. He said I was too tall and laughed. I laughed and apologized, then went back to sucking the guy in front of me. He asked if I had a room, and I told him yes--I couldn't wait to get back to getting fucked in a comfortable position. I brought the Bald Guy back to my room, where I proceeded to take his cock in my holes for the next 30 minutes in all different kinds of positions. He made me cum from anal, the first time that's ever happened. After I came, I started thinking about how I needed to get home, and the guy still didn't seem like he was getting close to cumming. I think he was on something. Aside from having the stamina of a racehorse, whenever we chatted in between position changes, he kept intense eye contact and his pupils were very wide. Other than that he was a very nice guy. I think he was really enjoying himself, getting very verbally into fucking my cunt. When I told him about why I needed to leave, that I was in a relationship with a woman and she let me fuck guys every once in awhile, he seemed kind of sad. I got the feeling he was trying to make it more than a sexual connection. During one of our breaks to grab a drink of water, I reiterated that I needed to leave soon to get home. I told him I wanted his cum, and he said he'd give it to me. He put me back down on all fours on the bed and went to town. Really roughly fucking my hole. I felt him slam home deep and hold his hips against my ass and the back of my thighs, and then give me two more powerful thrusts, holding himself there as he dumped his seed in my hole. I turned around and took him gently in my mouth and coaxed the last drops of his semen out of his shaft. We said our thanks and he left. Then I relaxed on the bed for a few minutes, went to go take a shower, packed up my items and tidied up the room, and left to go pick up a pizza on my way home. Altogether a very successful hall pass.

It's probably helpful to describe what a 4th Generation HIV test is, and how it works, and then look at why you might have a false positive. Traditional HIV tests rely on testing for HIV antibodies - the cells produced by a body in response to an HIV infection. So strictly speaking, what these traditional tests are looking at is not whether you currently have an HIV infection, but whether your body is producing those antibodies. And while it's generally true that your body won't be producing HIV antibodies unless there's an infection present, that's not necessarily the case. 4th Generation tests look for both HIV antibodies and something called P24 antigens - a part of the virus that usually appears within a couple of weeks of infection, usually earlier than HIV antibodies, and so these tests can detect HIV earlier. But - they aren't foolproof, and there's documented evidence of several things that can cause false positive results. One of these is SARS-OoV-2 antibodies, which can be generated by having had a COVID-19 vaccination or by having had COVID-19 itself. There are other issues like liver conditions (including hepatitis) and autoimmune conditions that can also cause a false positive 4G HIV test. The important thing is that the follow-up tests revealed no infection. Those tests are much more thorough; they take longer, though, and are more costly, hence why they're only done if there's an initial reactive (positive) test result. Given that normal blood testing for HIV-positive individuals can find HIV even at the "undetectable" levels - that is, "undetectable" doesn't mean that HIV isn't present, it's just in such small numbers that it's clearly under control - the likelihood that THOSE tests were wrong is very, very low indeed.

love hitting heads on a rod. it's so hot. great pic.

I also met a boyfriend by writing on a bathroom stall “cumthirsty, cockhungry schoolboy fucktoy willing to be used by anyone, anytime, anywhere. i love getting gangbanged raw” with my number. he met up with me several times to let me suck him off in his car, or fuck me behind a store a block from my family house(usually at night). once he used me a bunch of times, he started bringing me back to his apartment so that he could share me with his buddies and random guys on the internet. wasnt that long before he was my boyfriend and he was whoring me out to multiple men virtually every day. he was the first boyfriend to bring me to bathhouses and blindfold me and let random strangers breed me all night or all day. he turned out to be the absolute dirtiest fuck. but most of the guys it was usually for a quick blowjob or an anonymous fuck in their car or a public restroom, often under the stall or in a handicap bathroom so they couls strip me naked and enjoy the body they were violating.

Note: I got the idea for this after seeing a bunch of video clips of a guy called Timothy Champagne. He’s tall and muscled with shaggy blonde hair and tops a bunch of guys in videos. A total stud with a handsome face, a great smile and in all the clips he looks like he’s having a blast. Not generally my my type (a little lean and hairless) but something about him is supremely sexy. Matt is basically that guy as I imagine him. Adam is like a young Atlas Grant. Matt: It was early on a weekday afternoon at the beach. Matt had spent the whole morning surfing in the rough waves, and was done. He knew the guy sitting on the bench was staring at him. The fags always wanted to suck his cock when he came to the beach to surf. Why not? Matt is 25, 6’2”, 180 lbs of lean muscle, furry blonde chest and beard and a nice fat cock with a super furry blonde ass. He basically fucked anything with a hole, no matter what gender. He liked fags because they were always more direct about hitting on him and he rarely turned them down. Plus fags didn’t mind when he fucked them hard and slapped them around a bit. Didn’t matter their age, younger ones were hot, older ones often wanted to pay him. He never turned down money for a fuck. It kept him in weed and T. Matt had rolled down the top of his wet suit, opened the back of his van and started to put his gear away. As soon as it was all stowed, he looked over at the fag trying to be inconspicuous but doing a piss poor job of it. The guy couldn’t stop touching his dick while watching Matt. So Matt decided to put on a little show. The beach was mostly deserted, just a a few other people were out surfing and only a few cars were in the parking lot with no people visible. The only other person was the fag who couldn’t stop staring. He rolled the rest of his wet suit down and took it off, standing behind the van, completely naked. Matt loved the sun on his naked body and it was a gorgeous sunny California day in the 80s. Matt shook his wet suit a little bit to get some more of the water out and leaned over to lay it out in the back of the van, making sure to show off his furry ass so the fag could see it. Matt stole a glance and noticed that the guy was playing with his dick even more obviously through his shorts. This little cat and mouse game was about to get Matt a nice cunt to breed. He stood up and stretched out completely, letting the warm air dry his skin off, then he grabbed his fat uncut dick and started to play with it, looking directly at the kid sitting on the bench. He quickly got hard and the kid’s eyes got bigger and bigger, like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Matt crooked his finger and called the kid over. At first he didn’t move but after a few seconds, the kid got up and walked to Matt’s van quickly. He didn’t say a word, he just stared at Matt’s cock. Fags were so easy to use. “Get in the van, dude.” The kid just stood there, staring at Matt. “Come on man, get in. NOW.” Suddenly the kid looked up, startled and said “Oh. Sure.” He climbed in the back of Matt’s van and crouched there. Matt just laughed and thought “this is gonna be fun.” He climbed in after the kid, still completely naked and pulled the rear doors shut. There were a couple of pillows and a sleeping bag in the back for emergencies. Matt grabbed the sleeping bag and unzipped it while the kid just sat there, mesmerized. “Come on, man, get naked. Gonna fuck your ass. But first, have a taste.” The kid hesitated again and again, Matt just said “NOW.” The kid quickly shucked his clothes and Matt liked what he saw. The kid was short, thick and furry. About 5’5” and a muscled torso covered in black hair. Matt told him to turn around and he did without saying a word. “Nice little furry hole there. You like getting fucked dude?” “Um. Sometimes. I’m not very experienced, to be honest.” The kid blushed which was really cute, and Matt just laughed. “Don’t worry man, I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m a nice guy who’s horny all the fucking time. What’s your name? How old are you?” “Adam. I’m 20.” “Good, now get over here and suck my cock.” This time Matt didn’t have to tell the kid twice. He sat down on the floor on the sleeping bag, and propped the pillows behind his back so he could lean against the wall of the van while the fag got busy. Adam took most of Matt’s fat dick in his mouth and started sucking it immediately. It was a little toothy at first, so Matt pulled his mouth up by Adam’s curly hair and said “watch your fucking teeth, fag.” Adam immediately responded “Yes, sir!” and shoved the fat surfer cock down his entire throat. He was getting a good rhythm going, taking all of Matt’s cock on every stroke and Matt grabbed him by the ears and started to regulate the depth and speed of the blow job. “That’s better, faggot.” Matt slowed down and sped up, taking as much pleasure as he could from the cute kid’s mouth. But he was ready for more so after a few minutes, he slowed the kid’s mouth down and held him in place as Matt’s cock throbbed, lodged all the way down Adam’s throat. He started to push back, clearly having a hard time breathing and Matt held onto his head. Finally he released Adam and the fag came up for air, gasping with his face covered in spit. After he caught his breath, Adam moved to go back down on Matt’s cock but Matt pulled his face up and started kissing him hard on the mouth. The kid responded immediately with a moan and melted into Matt’s arms. Matt reached down behind the kid and started touching his hole. He pulled Adam away from a deep kiss and stuck his fingers in Adam’s mouth to lube them up, then reached down and started playing with Adam’s furry cunt. The kid moaned again, deeper and more desperate. Matt could tell this was going to be fun. After he spent some time playing with Adam’s hole, Matt pulled him in close again and started teasing Adam’s newly lubed up hole with his fat hard cock. “Do you have any rubbers?” Adam asked. “No. Gonna fuck you anyway.” “Um. I. Um.” Matt laughed since he knew just how to fix this problem. He grabbed the back of Adam’s head and pulled him in close for another deep kiss, all the while playing with his butthole. The hole was relaxed and clean, so Matt knew it was a matter of time before Adam let him in his hole raw. After a couple of minutes of making out and ass play, Adam pulled away from Matt, out of breath and said “fuck it man. I can’t wait to have your cock in me. Just don’t cum inside, OK?” “Sure, kid. Whatever you say.” Matt smiled his big goofy surfer boy smile, kissed the kid again and slowly maneuvered Adam’s butt onto his cock. Considering Matt’s long, fat cock, he was impressed that Adam took it all the way down the root in one continuous, slow push. He continued to kiss Adam as the kid impaled himself on the huge cock. Once Adam was at the root of his cock, he reached over and opened a zippered pouch, pulling out a glass pipe and a baggie. “Sit still for a second, kid. We’re gonna have some fun. You got anywhere you need to be?” Adam just moaned and said “fuck no. I was bored so I decided to come watch guys surf and walk on the beach.” Matt laughed and said “never thought you’d end up with a surfer dude’s cock in your cunt, did you.” Adam moaned again and said “fuck, no. But I fucking love it.” Matt laughed again and said “OK, sit still for a second, so I can load the pipe.” “I don’t do drugs,” Adam said. “You do now,” Matt replied, quickly loaded the pipe and lit it, melting the large shards in the bottom of the bowl while expertly maneuvering the bowl so nothing burned. He took a huge hit off the pipe, and then pulled a still reluctant Adam in for a shotgun and a kiss. He looked surprised when Matt started to exhale the smoke into his lungs, but quickly realized what he was supposed to do and breathed in. They shared the first hit back and forth until it was gone, and then Matt turned the pipe around and explained to Adam how to smoke it. They traded shotguns for a few minutes while Matt’s rock hard cock was still lodged up his hole. Finally, Matt set the pipe down in a safe spot, pulled Adam in to make out with him again and started moving his hips to fuck Adam’s hole. The kid moaned loudly as his ass started to quickly adjust to accept the cock that was invading it. Matt started to move the kid up and down on his dick, which caused Adam to moan even more. “How’s that feel?” “Fuck, Matt. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so fucking horny in my life!” He was panting loudly as Matt picked up speed, fucking his furry little cunt. Matt laughed and said “it’s the T. Makes everyone horny. Most guys can’t get hard with it, but it just makes my dick harder." Matt reached down and touched Adam’s cock which was completely soft. “See? You can’t get hard, just proves you’re a fagdump for loads.” Adam just moaned more loudly and said “I don’t fucking care what I am, just never stop fucking my hole!” Matt laughed and said “That’s the reaction I usually get. Now let’s get the first load in your cunt and then head back to my place. I think we can probably have some fun all day.” Matt turned Adam around and laid him on his back on the pillows so he could pound the kid’s cunt. “Let’s get this first load out of the way so we can spend more time fucking your pussy in my apartment.” Matt picked up the pace and started really pounding the kid’s hole, which just caused him to moan louder and beg to be fucked harder. All fags are the same. They all wanted his big cock, and they all wanted it hard and rough. After a couple minutes of pounding Adam’s big ass, Matt leaned down to him, grinned and whispered “Are you sure you want me to pull out? Are you SURE?” Adam just grabbed onto Matt’s ass and pulled him as deep as possible inside. “FUUUUUCK man! No! Don’t pull out! Please! I gotta have your load in my hole! No one ever fucked me like this before. I need it!” Matt leaned down again and kissed the kid while he pounded Adam’s hole mercilessly. “Gonna breed ya. Gonna breed ya. Gonna breed ya…..take it you fucking faggot! NOW.” Finally, he buried himself as deeply as possible in Adam’s hole and let loose with a huge load of cum. Adam could feel Matt’s cock throbbing inside his cunt and reached back to, once again, pull Matt as deeply as possible inside. They both caught their breath and Matt’s cock started to soften. He immediately rolled Adam over onto his shoulders so his ass was sticking straight up in the air. Matt reached over and opened another bag and pulled out a nice sized butt plug. He grinned at Adam and said “don’t want lose that load when we’re going to my house.” Adam smiled and let the plug slip inside of his raw ass lips. He moaned again when the plug hit home and laid down flat for a minute. Matt started to get ready to leave, putting on a pair of shorts and a tank top, commando of course. Adam started to get dressed as well, when Matt said “nope. No clothes for you. You’re gonna give me road head while we go back to my apartment. Keep the plug in and clean off my dick. It’s not far.” Adam was completely smitten and obeyed without thinking. His brain was partially addled by the drugs and partly by the fuck he’d just taken but he couldn’t think of saying no, and didn’t even think about his car parked down the row. He just crouched down next to Matt sitting in the driver’s seat. Matt started the van and pulled his cock out through the fly of his shorts. “OK, fag. Suck it while I drive.” Adam started sucking Matt’s hard cock immediately and didn’t even look up. A few minutes later they drove up in front of a small house and pulled into the driveway. Matt pulled Adam’s head off his cock and said “OK. Take a break. Let’s go inside.” Adam started to get dressed again, but Matt just grabbed his clothes and said “follow me.” Adam didn’t even think of refusing. He just got out of the van and followed Matt to the front door and went inside not caring who saw his naked, plugged ass.

That's so peotic

The moment where he rams himself deep and cums in me. It's then that I feel completely submissive and his.

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But to answer your question: I have been sucking thousands of cocks in the last 10 years and I must say it is the best feeling ever! I have never been happier! Exploring his cock while he is sliding it in and out my throat teaches me how to satisfy him at best. My throat has learned to analyse the cock head, the thickness of the shaft, the length, the veins, the form and the angle. With that information, in combination of his reactions to different techniques, I can satisfy him just as he wishes. And at the end, when the man starts to unload his balls... then you discover again and again that this is the reason why you have such a discusting lifestyle. It's heaven. It is a fantastic feeling that you are the cause of the man's pleasure. The best part of all this is that men produce an excessive amount of semen. They will look for a cocksucker like me again and again. And I will be on my knees, ready for them every time they need me to be 😉

I've been married for nearly 40 years. For all that time I've been having sex with men as well, and for the last 15 its been raw whenever I can get it. I'm now at the stage where I will only fuck or be fucked raw. Nothing in the world beats it. I love taking a hot load in my ever hungry hole, and wouldn't dream of using a rubber when fucking an eager young guy

My poz fuck buddy tattooed hunk gave me lessons in both removing a condom mid fuck and damaging condoms in a way the bottom couldn’t see until it was too late. I wasn’t convinced I was going to use either method but went along with the lessons just to humour him. I had to fuck him over and over and over until I got the first method right. He also coached me with great detail on how to land the pool boys ass. We were up most of the night accomplishing his goal. We slept until 1 p.m. when he had me fuck and breed him once again to be sure I had it right. Then he sent me to the pool alone. He didn’t want to take any chance on the pool boy connecting the two of us. The pool boys tidy little, perfectly formed, well defined body didn’t arrive until 3 p.m. He was about 5’ 4”, shaggy curly auburn hair, dark seamless tan, sexy five o’clock shadow, beautifully haired chest and treasure trove leading to a decent sized cock that I hoped was a grower if not a shower. I let him go about his work for the next hour without interruption. Well, others tried to seduce and invite him to their room but I took my chances until he seemed to be finishing up and was very close to my lounge chair. I casually caught his attention and thanked him for his job. It was a beautiful pool and he kept it immaculate. He thanked me for my compliment and sat on the lounge beside me. He said he had noticed me earlier in the week and complimented me on my body. I realized landing him might not be so hard. My cock started that amazing feeling of stirring and he didn’t miss a beat. “Maybe you’d invite me to your room. I’m almost done here.” “Ah, yeah, my pleasure.” “Give me fifteen.” I gave him my room number and fifteen minutes later he arrived. Once in my room we embraced and made out with passionate kisses. We were already naked, so it wasn’t long ‘til his cock was in my warm mouth and growing nicely. He soon suggested we 69 so we moved to the bed. He was very good at servicing me and too soon I was afraid I might shoot in his mouth. I begged off and asked if he liked having his ass eaten. “You need to ask?” he volunteered. His legs were in the air, and I moved in. His moans were a clear signal he was having a great time. I started adding fingers and opening him up. He made no protest. I really had no intention of stealthing him. I was just having such a great time that things seemed to move naturally to lining my raw cock up with his cute winking hole. He smiled at me and casually said. “This is so nice, and you are going to need a condom.” “Oh, fuck, yeah. Sorry I forgot.” I was already pulling one out of the drawer. I was glad I had so much practice the night before because until then I had never fucked a guy with a condom. Sheathed, I started to enter him. He was tight and suggested more lube than just spit. I entered him easily soon moving into a gentle fuck. He was so relaxed. “So, you said you forgot. Do you often fuck guys bareback?”, there was no judgement in his tone. “Actually, I’m a bottom, so truth be told I don’t fuck guys often.” “Well, I’m honoured.” “The pleasure is all mine.” “So do you let guys bareback you?”, again relaxed and no judgement. I lied. Lying seemed to be coming easily. “Not often, I’ve just let my guard down a couple times this week. Holiday and booze, you know how it goes.” “Not for me. Always safe, it would be too slippery a slope.” We made love for the next ten minutes. Bodies in sync, passionate kisses, such a feeling of connection. I was certain I wouldn’t even consider stealthing this sweet young man. Then he asked me in his relaxed inviting inquisitive way. “So, which of the guests did you slip with?” Lying was coming to easily. “Oh, none of the guest here at the hotel. A couple of guys that picked me up at the bar.” “Separately or together.” “They were a couple. Took me to their fancy home. We were all pretty drunk. But not too drunk to function. If you know what I mean.” He laughed. “I think I do. … … … So did you guys talk about protection or did you just let them take you with their raw cocks?” “Like I said , we were drunk. They were hot and I was just too caught up in the moment. Before I knew it one was in me raw. If felt so fuckin great I just let it continue. I know I shouldn’t have.” “Did they both raw dog you?” almost compassion in his voice. “Awe … I shouldn’t confess this, but yeah.” “Did they pull out to cum?” “Um … awe … um … no” I whispered. “I get it. That’s why I couldn’t let it happen to me.” “You are so wise.” “Do you know if they were poz? I’m assuming they didn’t advertise like that guy with the biohazard and scorpion tattoo here at the hotel.” “Is that what those tattoos mean?” “You really didn’t know?” surprise in his voice. “Did they have tattoos.” “Fuck no. But we didn’t talk about status. I guess I was stupid drunk.” By this point I had gone limp, had fallen out of his hole and rolled over onto my back beside him. He gently rolled onto me and looked into my eyes with deep care. “Sorry. I ask too many questions. It’s really none of my business.” “No, it’s ok. I shouldn’t have let it happen.” “Well, it’s done now. Don’t beat yourself up.” “You are so kind.” “Not hard with you, you are so sweet.” “Thanks.” We began to make out again. Once again we were hard and 69ing deep into each other’s throats. He was the first to warn me, “I’m close, should I pull out?” I just pulled his ass in deep. He got the message and unloaded. I swallowed every drop. He just kept working my erection with his warm mouth and it was my turn. “Fuck, I’m close.” He didn’t stop and my canon shot volley after volley past his tonsils. We cuddled for a bit longer and at 7:30 he left my room. My tattoo fuckbuddy had seen him leave and was at my door as soon as he knew he wouldn’t be noticed. “Fuckin A. You stealthed him first try. You’re a champ.” I considered lying once again just to get him off my back . I made the mistake of telling him about the awesome experience. He was noticeably disappointed but determined he would convert me to his ways. I shouldn’t have, but I went dancing with him at the gay club later that night. The twink from the night before was on the dance floor having a great time wearing only an ‘Addicted’ jock strap. I kept half an eye on him noticing that he went off to the bathroom with a couple older guys. I pointed him out to my poz tattooed friend. His response was to move close to my ear and tell me to knock the kid up just in case the night before hadn’t taken. I just shook my head. My curiosity got the best of me when the twink headed off to the bathroom again, this time with the bear from the night before. I decided I was ready to take a piss and headed in as well. They were making out next to the urinals by the time I got there. The bear’s hand was on the twinks ass, and from the young man’s moans at least one finger was slipping inside. When the bears finger went into his mouth and I heard an “Mmmmm” I was pretty sure he was tasting more than ass juice. As I took my leak the twink turned to lean on the wall and the bear entered his ass bareback. There was no hesitation for the start of the pounding fuck. I chose not to stay and watch. Back on the dance floor I told my poz fuck buddy what I had just witnessed. He insisted I return and stealth the young slut, just be intentional this time. “Why would I do that?” I asked. “Why would I have sex with him? I’m actually angry with him.” “Great. Then go hate fuck him. He deserves it.” I didn’t go right away. I stewed on my thoughts for a few minutes, but I was just getting more and more riled up. As I opened the bathroom door I heard the bear. “Ah … fuck …. Yeah … bree … breeding your ass bitch!” The twink called back. “Thank you daddy, fuck yeah, thank you.” As the bear left he said to me, “Your turn, he’s got lots of natural lube in there.” I quickly dropped and stepped out of my shorts. I was already hard and at full staff. I slid right in balls deep. “Fuck that feels real good kid. Quite a cum soup. How many loads in there.” He beamed, “That was five!” “I thought you were worried about HIV.” “Oh I am, but I asked and they all said they were clean.” “And you believed them?” “Why wouldn’t I? Why would they lie about that?” “Why indeed.” I laid a pounding on the kid. Not really a hate fuck, but an angry fuck. The harder I drove in the more grateful his groans. When I was close I got right up to his ear and asked, “Where do you want my dirty load kid?” While not pushing me away or pulling away himself, “But you assured me last night you were clean. I didn’t need to worry.” “I lied … Ah … argh … shit …. Yeah … knocking you up kid!” “Pull out, don’t …” “Too late … here comes my third … ugh … blast, fuck … yeah … take it kid.” My left hand was on his cock, and I could tell he was shooting hands free. His cum painted the wall. When we got our breath back his voice was full of fear; “You're not really poz are you?” “Oh, I assure you I most certainly am. And I’m quite sure my toxic load joined at least two or three others you took tonight.” When I left, he was crying. I was ashamed to admit to my tattooed poz friend what I had just done. He on the other hand was delighted. The twink was red eyed when he came back on the dance floor. He danced right over to me and my friend. He got between us giving me an angry stare. Then he turned around and tenderly, traced the scorpion tattoo. He slightly nodded his head at my friend. My friend opened his jeans and pulled out his semi-erection. Twink dropped to his knees and brought the cock to full salute with his mouth. Then he stood, faced me and bent over as my poz friend penetrated the twinks jock framed ass. The kid reached and fished out my cock taking it in his mouth. There we were bareback spit roasting him in the midst of the dancing crowd. The energy was electric, lightning bold strong, over the top. Within moments my poz top friend’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and I knew the kid was taking at least his second toxic load of the night. I didn’t think I had it in me but I spontaneously orgasmed another load down his throat. He didn’t miss a beat, the twink left us crying, but danced right up to another guy, fished out his cock, fisted it ‘til hard, turned and backed on guiding yet another raw cock into his insatiable ass. By the time we left to head home the twink had taken another five loads. He was puffing poppers like they were going out of style, and he certainly wasn’t stopping to ask status anymore, if indeed he ever had. My poz tattoo guy rounded up three others to come to my room to celebrate what he considered his victory. The four of them talked excitedly about their stealthing stories as they took turns rewarding me with fucks and loads. I fell into the sleep of the dead and had a vivid dream of stealthing the pool boy. The dream turned to nightmare with my raw cock pumping David’s ass. I awoke crying and in a sweat.

Please continue the story soon! I prepare the imaginary looks of the characters in the meantime based on the descriptions in the story. Hope I don't miss any details and they match with your imagination: Justin (MC): Drew: First meet in the park Later in the bed room Kevin & Ryan: Kevin Ryan Finally, Jeremy: Like father like son, a blonde jock with green eyes In the living room, the boy strips: “Get out of those clothes son. Let your daddy see your hot naked body.”

My senior year of HS I used to meet up with a guy before class. I'd pull up to his garage, find him on his knees waiting for me, and he always begged me to fill his ass up with piss. Occasionally I did. It felt great. I miss Craigslist

Wait for it! Yeah, I knew a reference to 'black' would come along in this thread. Race, sex/gender ARE DIFFERENT. I can't change my race. (although I have identified as a white power bottom previously) 😀👍 Lastly gay men who DO NOT fuck trans (men or women) are not bigots.

The bigger picture in all of this, of course, trumps silly angels-dancing-on-the-head-of-a-pin debates over what "real" men are and things like chromosomes (which none of us can see, in evaluating another person). What it really boils down to, in no uncertain terms, is "I don't want to have to look at people like that." There aren't enough trans men interested in bathhouse sex to create any real obstacle to anyone else getting laid - except insofar as some of the potential partners one might desire avoiding the place out of bigotry. And I have no doubt that if everyone were hooked up to a lie detector, we'd learn pretty quickly that someone likely feels that way about the loud complainers here - that they don't want to see overweight or thin or less-than-endowed or smooth or sweaty or Black or Asian or whatever other characteristic some people find unappealing. The difference is that we (mostly) understand that there will be other people in such a setting who aren't our cup of tea, and we just manage to avoid them when it comes to sexual contact. Anti-trans bigots are roughly in the place that anti-Black bigots were in 1960; it was still considered acceptable by some to express those opinions, but society was moving quickly in the direction of recognizing that bigotry for what it is. We're doing the same here, but sadly, we're still in the earlier stages of this change.

I fail to understand the distinction. Are you then saying a transman is a female man? That’s an absurdity. I have to assume you’re drawing upon the technical/scientific definition of male that specifies an organism that is born with the ability to produce sperm and fertilize gametes. This is not, however, the only way the word is used or understood in the lexicon, and broadly bears the meaning of “belonging to or relating to men or boys”. It is even extended to inanimate objects by virtue of their ability to be inserted into something else, as in the male end of an electrical cord. But if we focus expressly on the question of human male sex characteristics, it is only the primary characteristics that are not inherent to transmen. With the application of testosterone, for example, secondary sex characteristics that are associated with males begin to be expressed, which means they were inherent in the body all along - the increase in the hormone did not create them, but merely enabled their expression. From that perspective they have the innate male physical potential; to say, then, that the one thing that disqualifies them from being considered ‘male’ is the lack of a natural penis is to suggest that a penis is the sum total of what makes a man - which brings us right back to absurdity.

So I had an unexpected twink friend cum yo my place to ask if I can whore him out. He’s 22yo, 5’8” 125lbs, mixed white Filipino kinda dorky looking with a definite twink body. It was really a lat minute thing and he found time away from from his GF to cheat bottom away from her. So I went on sniffles and created an ad, “whoring out my cheating 22 yo twink before his GF comes home.” That was a honey pot! 8 guys reached out to me and some literally drive 18 miles. I even messaged my FBs. Well the twink was awful. Kept stopping and demand to be fuck in different positions or checking and trying to lock my door. I had Teo tops in line and he tapped out so I stepped in. One Asian mix guy with a thin hard cook used me instead and all the other top started fucking me. A third top 9x8, came but the twink was spooked. It was too big for my mouth. I took it but it wasn’t bad and he ended up nutting in me. My twink ended up with 2 nuts and me 5 nuts. The twink s GF was calling as my fav top fb was driving over. Oh well I have to go Uber home. The Twink leaves. As I waited Assup as usual which my 25yo very experienced and dom FB come… he fucks hard dnd deap and shallow…. The Twink sees his car and asks to cum back… I tell him dude once he starts you can’t back out, he’s gonna use you till he nuts…. The twink comes back to watch me get fuck, his GF is calling him at the same time . My dom hung bull is fucking me like he owned my pussy. The twink watches takes off his clothes and asks to “feel” it. He’s getting bang bb behind by the roughest fucker I know. After 5 minutes his GF is texting and he pulls off to leave. He has cum and sweat all over him, he has to shower. I take over and I’m being bang hard and deep. My top is not stopping again and my hole is juicy warm freshly fucked. He loved it when I push cum onto his dick and then pulls him back in. He fucks my bladder… teases the hole then rams it in and I start to GUSH for the first time in years. I push out my guts to gush more and it’s driving him crazy. Thought he would cum but he spent another 30 minutes banging my bladder. My legs were getting sore and painful (not my hole) but he didn’t care. He was using me. He already nutted in me once do the second round was going to be longer… when he came he let the world know as he bred me good and deep. As for the twink. He had to leave to pick up his GF but thanks to him I got a good last minute gangbang out of it. Aloha.

Funny and sexy at the sane time. I hope it continues. I'm eager to see how many loads Caleb can take before school lets out! PE coach? Principal? Fellow students? Those hook-up apps can lead one astray. How many of those loads he's taking are poz? Let's find out!

As someone mentioned earlier, many former pretty boys have jobs, careers and responsibilities. As a result, we also have resources. We can afford to make an evening festive at the drop of a hat. That has made me and many other older gentlemen quite attractive. In the past two weeks, I've had two visitors over 60 and about five in their 20s. (Last night, my senior visitor fucked me stoopid. Then a 28 y/o came by. Good but.nothing remarkable.) All this is to say that aging pretty boys still have options. (Sometimes the best option is another aging pretty boy!)

I'm currently in a hot but casual relationship with a beautiful young FTM. He's had his breasts removed, and so is gorgeously boyish, but plans to keep his two holes - which I'm very happy about, as its great to have the choice. But I'm becoming increasingly obsessed with the idea of breeding him and making a baby. The idea of making a beautiful boy pregnant is incredibly erotic for me, and having recently broached the subject I find that he's strongly turned on by it too: he loves the idea of living as and looking like a hot young man but being obviously heavily pregnant. So for us, at present, pregnancy isn't a risk but instead is looking increasingly like a goal. Papabearcub's cautionary words are noted though: thanks for them

One thing he might consider is getting Plan B from a pharmacy before the trip, and taking it.

I wouldn't/couldn't say no. I had 3 loads up my hole when that pic was taken yesterday, 4 more were added after. It was overflowing

Last night when to sauna, was rather quiet, on the way walking to the dark room I saw this tall hairy big bellied daddy, our eyes met and I went up to him. And immediately kneel down to start sucking his cock, he stop me, then took me to a room. There he asked, condom? Said no, he smiled, kissed me passionately, then whispered to my ear, I fuck hard and rough no pull out . I just responded, daddy, fuck me however you want. He suddenly push me to the bed on my back, lift my leg and start pushing his already hard cock, not the longest but extremely thick. Lucky I put some lube on the way to the dark room , but it was still quite painful to start and he just pounding into rhythm, one hand on my neck ,starting to chock me. He was using to hand now chocking I was trying to hold on to his hand too , I can feel I was about to pass out , he loosened up then slap me soo hard . My ear are ringing I was up , he was pounding me spitting on my face then he chocked me again and up his pace, I felt I was cumming, and I did came hands free being while he’s pounding and chocking. I was in heaven! He came not long after, deep inside. Omg, it was one of the best fuck I had this year. After he was back being gentle giant, kiss me passionately, thanka me for a being a good hole. I told him he can breed me anytime he wants, so we swap numbers. I didn’t really had the high fuck after that. Got two more loads from some random. Then went home. But hoping that daddy will call me soon:)

I actually did that one time as a top. There was a guy chatting with me on Grindr who was staying in the same hotel. I had no intention of hooking up because it was a non-pic profile, but he started talking about how hot it would be to fuck him blindfolded. I was horny as hell and his text profile was hot, so agreed to it. Told him he'd have to ride and I'd be blindfolded laying on the bed. He agreed, I stripped and got out some lube and condoms (I was horny and we hadn't talked about it.) I was hard as a rock thinking about it as I blindfolded myself and laid back on the bed. He came in and quietly closed the door. I could hear him taking off his clothes and then felt him climb on the bed and take my hard cock in his mouth. He was an amazing cocksucker, but that wasn't what either of us was after. He pulled off my cock and I heard the lube snap open. I did not hear a condom tear and then felt his slick hand slide down my cock. Soon after, he moved and I felt him slowly sit down on my cock. Started off with a slow rocking motion before he began sliding up and down on me. I reached out and felt his legs and ran my hands up to his cock. He wasn't big, but he was rock hard. I started stroking and he asked me to stop since he didn't want to cum too soon. I moved my hands up and rubbed his stomach finding a smooth 6 pack of abs which was extremely hot. As he picked up the pace, I started randomly thrusting my hips up and ramming into him when he didn't expect it. One time I did it, he started swearing and I felt his ass clamp down on my and warm cum land on my stomach and chest. That sent me over the edge and I started shooting in his ass. He sat on me for a while before slowly pulling off reminding me to stay blindfolded as he wiped up quick in the bathroom, got dressed, and left. We chatted more later both saying how hot that had been. I begged him to send me a pic of him, but he never sent one. A day later, I was at the hotel pool relaxing after work and there was this family hanging out. Young dad, beautiful mom, and squeaking offspring. The guy never made eye contact, but he had an amazing body. Got me horny and I messaged my hookup to see if he wanted to come again that night. I almost laughed when young dad picked up his phone and looked at it before turning bright red as he looked at me. LOL We didn't hook up again and he blocked me after that.

Taking in the news that Jack, my son, has gotten into the party scene… It feels like I just slammed again for the very first time. Hearing the rentman in the next room got lit with my boy and fucked him in LA last spring was jolting, like the whoosh of that first point, the sudden drop in your chest and feeling of whoa. Then realizing all the different avenues this opened up for the sex between us... that was like being wrapped in a warm blanket of ecstasy. And now, like any slam rush, I am about to fuck the rentman senseless. But unlike topping after I have slammed, where I shove my cock up the nearest available and consenting hole without even bothering to lube it up, I am approaching rentman’s ass a little more thoughtfully. “Tell me.” I’m standing in the doorway of the bathroom, erection jutting forward. It takes rentman a few seconds to notice, transfixed as he was by the video of my boy getting spitroasted by two gorgeous black daddies he told me he found online, and who had become more than fuck buddies. And this video is transfixing. I almost lose my train of thought recalling the day Anthony told me about these guys. They were his west coast dads. I hadn’t met them yet - and with what rentman just told me, I understand why, these guys definitely like to party. They may have been the ones who got Jack lit the first time. But Jack had told me a lot about them. He had been vague on how they met. But he had been very detailed in other areas. The home cooked meals, and once a month, a trip to Roscoe’s in Hollywood for Chicken and Waffles. When he bought his car - an 84 El Camino he was determined to restore, they helped him find a good mechanic and a better body shop. The older one, Dave, even taught him how to do laundry the proper way, a lesson I had failed to impart despite repeated efforts over 18 years. And of course, they took him to the bathhouses and circuit parties. Judging by the dilated pupils I’m just now noticing Jack has in this, and probably other videos, they took him to plenty of other parties as well. I stare at these two beautiful Black men, each of them drilling my boy’s cunt, my boy screaming out in absolute perverted ecstasy, and my cock is painfully hard. I’m leaking so much precum it looks like I’m low key pissing. Feeling playful, and wanting to get rentman’s attention, I start helicoptering my dick, dousing him, myself, the bed and everything else in the immediate vicinity. He’s surprised at first, but I picked a good little pig to fuck tonight, and he’s on his knees licking it off his arms and my legs. He’s got that lustful look in his eye that you can only get when you’re high, a look that says ‘I’m using you to use me.’ It’s the kind of look I’ve given plenty of men, and plenty more have given me. It’s a look that makes my painfully erect cock bounce uncontrollably. Rentman sees my dick jerking on it’s own accord, and he actually whimpers. Like a puppy. There is nothing in the universe he wants, needs, more right now than to get pounded long and hard. Not oxygen. Not water. Not food or validation or respect. Just my cock. And more crystal. He crawls over on all fours, mirroring the video playing where Jack is crawling to the second Daddy - Derek - after being bred by Dave. Rentman starts sniffing and licking my cock, my balls, my taint, my hole. But I stop him “Tell me,” I repeat. And he’s puzzled for a second. I can see it click in his head. “Oh, you mean the kid in the video? He was so much fun. Insatiable little cum slut. I met him at a bathhouse called Flex. “ Oh I know Flex. Doesn’t surprise me in the least that my boy would like it there; the first time I went I said “this is my kinda trashy.” “Anyway, I was with a client, this doctor I fuck once a month. Dude flies me out there, loves getting fucked by me. Terrible lay though. Doesn’t know how to bottom and since he’s a doctor you can’t tell him anything. So I’m finishing with the Doctor, and I go outside to smoke a cigarette. I see this cute blond twink sucking a bunch of cocks around the hot tub. I sit and watch the show for a minute, but it gets broken up when the staff comes around - you’re not supposed to fuck in the water, apparently. Well, I swoop in immediately and invite him back to my room. One of the big ones with a big bed.” He takes a long hit off the bong, slowly exhales, blows a couple of smoke rings on my dick. “He laid down on the bed and turned the porn on, and then he looked at my reflection in the mirror - I don’t know why but I found that so hot - and asks me where the party’s at. I didn’t think anything of it, everyone gets high there, so I pulled out my bong and torch, told the kid to help himself. I had smoked plenty with the Doctor. The kid took 3 or 4 big rips and was flying. He got on all fours and started shaking his ass, wiggling it and licking his lips, still keeping eye contact through the reflection in the mirror.” He pauses for another rip off the bong. “I’ve never had someone ask me to eat their ass that way but it was such a fuckin turn on. So I fucked him for an hour or two, and then I had to leave to get to my next client. Gave him a couple of rocks and some G tho so I’m sure he stayed turnt that whole night. Where’d you find this video by the way? I love homemade porn, and I bet a bunch of my clients will as well.” Instead of answering his question, I said “show me.” I can hear the slightest trace of annoyance in his voice when he says “show you what? Mind if I take another hit?” The second question he asks as he’s in the process of taking a hit, he’s reached that point of being spun where he cannot begin to care about anything but his own dick and hole. I love a good rentman. “Show me how you fucked the boy in that video. Pretend I’m him. Fuck me just like you fucked him.” Rentman is amused but also turned on, I can see he’s going to comply. “Well, first thing then you’ll have to take a bunch of rips off the bong.” One, two, three, four major clouds later, I’m shaking with anticipation and the drugs. My heart is racing, my dick is bouncing, my asshole puckering, eager to be opened up by this stud and then fucked senseless. Just like I fuck Jack. Rentman stands up, puts his hand on my chest, and pushes me onto the bed. Wordlessly, he grabs my calves and pulls them up, getting me flat on my back. He sees the precum flowing freely from my cock, and dabs a finger on my dick head, drawing back a long strand he takes in his mouth and hungrily devours. He drops to his knees, and I know what’s coming next. I feel his hot breath in my crack, the scruff of his beard causing a little bit of friction that I find pleasurable, and leaving the musk of my asshole all over his face, which is a major turn on for both of us. And then I feel his tongue slowly licking my asshole. Lapping at it, the way a dog laps up some water. The way I lap at Jack’s hole. This goes on for 10 minutes or so, as he keeps feeding me shotguns, trying to get me as spun as humanly possible. After spitting on my hole one last time, He stands up, and repositions me so that the porn is behind him, “so you can watch” and he gestures to his phone. I make a quick decision. “Hold up a second.” I get up, and go to the bathroom. “Let’s do this right.” I open my toiletries case and pull out two syringes that I had preloaded, .5 each. I don’t party that often, and I slam even less, but after giving a great speech at a very lucrative conference and finding out that my boy is just as much of a meth craved cock whore as I am… Well, I knew this would be one of the nights where I go balls to the wall. I walk back out and rentman is taking more hits off the bong. He looks up, sees the syringes, and licks his lips, subconsciously echoing Jack’s invitation to lick his ass. “Can you admin yourself?” Rentman nods. I hand him the syringe, and he starts prepping his forearm with an alcohol wipe. I do the same. We pull the cap off the points simultaneously, but rentman quickly puts his back on, stands up and grabs his jockstrap, jeans and shirt. For a second I think he’s about to leave, but then he sets the phone down to record. Ah, he’s one of those guys I think to myself, and I decide to follow suit, as it were, putting my clothes back on too. Whenever I stumble across a slamming video, I think its so hot the way the guys take all their clothes off and start playing with their dicks almost immediately, no matter whether they are top bottom or side. Clearly rentman enjoys it too, and is one of the guys who gets dressed just so he can slam and get naked again. Thanks to rentman’s roided out body, his veins are huge and easy to hit. Mine are too, although that’s more from a lifetime of clearing the brush on the 2 acre lot my house sits on. Both of us insert our needles at the same time, his registers just a fraction of a second before mine does. We both push the plunger down, and I’m feeling the rush even before I pull the needle out. “Holy shit,” is all rentman says, as he starts coughing and taking off his clothes. “Fuck yeah” is all I say, through an even stronger cough. The warmth of the rush is almost overwhelming, as I rip my clothing off, literally ripping the shirt I had just put back on. “Come here.” Rentman’s voice has changed, lost all it’s playfulness and charm. Only lust and domination remain. I get on all fours and crawl to him, the same way he crawled to me, the same way Jack’s gonna be crawling to the both of us (I’ve already decided). “On your back. Spread those cheeks apart. Let me see that cunt.” I follow his instructions with enthusiasm. My asshole is puckering uncontrollably, begging for his cock, which is hard as steel and thicker than anything I’ve taken in a long, long time. “You want it like that kid? Well here you go.” He shoves his whole dick up my ass in one sudden thrust, and even though it’s painful, I take it in stride. I even look up at him and, feeling my playful side return, say “is it in?” Rentman gets a wicked smile across his face, right before lightly slapping me across the cheek. “Is it in? You tell me.” He starts thrusting wildly, slamming his dick into me over and over. I notice he’s matched the pace of the video, where Dave is once again fucking Jack. I’m in the same position as my boy is in the video, and I’m loving it almost as much as he is. My cock is rock hard and I start jacking it furiously while rentman continues his unrelenting assault on my ass. “Fuck oh yeah fuck me fuck that cunt give it to me fuck yes oh my god fuck me.” I can’t tell if it’s me saying this, Jack saying it in the video, or if I’m even saying it outloud, I’m that fucked up on the crystal. But except for the first night with Jack, this is the most intense sex I’ve had in years. Maybe because I’m pretending to be Jack. I don’t bottom very often, and Jack hasn’t even mentioned the possibility of me topping him - something I’ve been meaning to ask him because he clearly knows how to top, and from the videos and webcams I’ve watched, he enjoys it. “Yeah you like that big fat dick slamming in you? Dirty meth whore. You should fly us out to LA and we can take turn on that kid. I bet he’d love to get DP’d by the two of us.” Sweat is pouring off his forehead and chest, it feels like rain washing over me, and I’m just as thoroughly sweaty. Both of us are close to cumming. Rentman quickens his pace, I can feel his cock somehow get harder and harder in my hole. My own dick is covered in precum, and I’m jerking it in pace with rentmant’s powerful thrusts. “We don’t need to go to LA. He’s only an hour away,” I say, keeping eye contact with rentman as his orgasm continues to build. “Oh yeah, how do you know that?” “Because he’s my son, and you and I are going back to my house to get him high and fuck him senseless.” It’s enough to send rentman over the edge, as he busts a huge nut in my hole, I can feel 10, 12 spurts of his cum hitting inside me. That, in turn, sends me over the edge, and I shoot an equally large load all over his chest, my stomach, my face, a few arcs even hitting the TV, where Jack has just shot his own load all over himself. The two Black daddies in the video are panting just as hard as rentman and me. I point to the screen, ask rentman if he knows either guy - there’s a tiny snippet at the very end where they both show their faces. “Oh shit that’s Derek and Dave. Yeah I know them. They used to be porn actors before starting their own studio. I’ve actually done a couple of scenes for them.” My face breaks out into a smile of unrestrained deviance. “Get them on the phone.”

One day while working, I visited a walk in centre on my work schedule. I was the site engineer, I walked to reception and told them who I was. The old woman on the desk told me wait a moment as she called the maintenance man. Out came a short fat guy with bleached blonde hair. He smiled and said come this way. We went down the corridor to his office. He made me tea and we talked for a while. He then took me to the electrical panel to show me the fault code. We talked and he told me he had recently broke up with his boyfriend and was just getting over him. I told him I was sorry to hear that, he asked me for a drink and I informed him I was not gay and in a relationship with a woman. He smiled your loss big boy he said. I took note of the code and said right we need to go to panel 34 he said ah yes this way. I followed him to a risen door way and he opened the door I climbed in to a under street vault and he followed and closed the door. He pointed down the narrow walk way that way big boy, I made my way down the winding corridor and came to a widening, that led into a dark under street vault he pushed the door and it opened into a dark room he flicked the light on and said here’s the panel you want. I walked in to the tight room put my tool box down and began unscrewing the panel, I asked him to pass me my electric tester he knelt down and before I knew it he had my cock in his mouth, omg my heart was racing my 18 year old body was pulsing with a tingling feeling as my 9 inch cock grew into his mouth. He was sucking my cock rubbing my tight heavy balls, I was confused it felt so good but I didn’t like guys I was straight. He looked up at me licked my helmet stood up pushed me up against the wall, and forced his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back deeper getting hornier and hornier by the second. My cock was rock hard. He pulled away you girlfriend doesn’t suck you or kiss you like that does she. I looked down at the floor, and said quietly no, you like jussy sucking your big dick don’t you big boy. I looked down again he was wanking my cock now, he pushed me to the floor smiled and pulled my work trousers off, ripped my shirt open and began to kiss me all over he pulled off his tight jeans and pulled off his shirt his small cock stood to attention. He turned round forced his cock into my mouth and said eat my lolly pop big boy while I suck yours I began to suck not knowing what I was really doing my legs began to shake I was close to cumming and he stopped turned eping and kissed me again. No cumming in my mouth big boy, I want your load in my belly. He moved down and pushed down on my cock, my dick was inside him. He was ridding me faster harder quicker his arse muscles squeezing me deeper inside him. I exploded into his arse a tick creamy load. He smiled big boy that was good. I stood up before I knew it he pushed me over the small wall his tongue deep in my arse licking me I was going weak this was a feeling I never felt before. Now a finger went in he was rubbing my balls then another finger. Soon I was moaning and before I knew it both his hands were on my hips he pushed hard into me my eyes opened wide he was in me he felt huge, he was thrusting he it felt like he was going to come out my mouth. I began to enjoy it I was pushing back, then he let out a deep grunt and I felt a warm feeling inside me. He whispered in my ear welcome to the club big boy I got your last pure seed.

I don’t even know where to begin again. I got in trouble and was gone for a while… but I shot porn, went to Rough Stock Round-Up twice, shot a video there for a private collector, went on the world’s biggest gay cruise ever, got fucked in Philly bathhouses, earned the MR LEATHER title in my home state, went to Easter Berlin for Leather Fetish Week, fucked everywhere possible in Berlin. MR LEATHER BERLIN fucked me on a river cruise surrounded by men, met my next foster, am moving… so much to share!

PART 4 Josh got on his knees, acting as fluffier to the rest of the guys while his Dad bred the faggot. He was jealous, but he knew this wasn’t about him. All he had to do was ask and Mike would breed his cunt. Besides, he wanted to watch Matt fuck Adam again. Josh loved watching his sexy brother fuck anyone, but especially little pigs like Adam that he brought home from the beach. The others were arrayed in front of Josh so he could take turns sucking their dicks, while they waited for Mike to breed the cumdump. Ben really got into fucking Josh’s face, grabbing him by the ears and holding the sexy blonde’s mouth all the way to the root, listening to his boyfriend gag got Ben even harder. Ben leaned down and whispered in his lover’s ear “You want my cock you little whore? You really want your Dad to fuck you don’t you, faggot. I know.” Josh just moaned louder while he face was roughly fucked. After Ben let him up for air, Dan grabbed him by his hair and said “breathe, cunt,” then shoved his fat cock all the way into Josh’s that. The guys were all hard again, and using Josh’s face hole to keep their cocks lubed up so they could take another turn breeding the beach whore. Josh could hear the dirty talk by his father (oh how many times he’d heard that sexy voice in his ear asking if he wanted Daddy’s load) and Adam. “Come on boy, tell me how much you want my cock, you little faggot.” Adam just moaned and begged without really forming words. His brain was scrambled by the drugs and the raping his hole was getting. Mike fully intended that his cunt was going to be dripping loads by the time they were done with him. He stopped whispering and slapped Adam across the face, hard, knocking him out of his drug and cock induced stupor. “Tell me what you want, faggot! I wanna hear it, or no more cock for you.” Adam moaned as Mike’s cock was quickly removed from his hole, and he got his wits about him from the slap. “Please sir! I need your load, sir! Please breed me, Daddy! My pussy needs to be used by real men! I want you all to rape your loads into my cunt and turn it into a gaping hole. Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaase.” The last word turned into a moan as Mike shoved his cock back inside the fag’s hole. “That’s better faggot. You want this load of Daddy jizz?” “Fuck yes, sir! Please give me all your loads. I can’t get enough cock in my hole.” Deep in Adam’s brain he briefly wondered where all of these dirty thoughts were coming from, then the drugs took over again and simply screamed “COCK” in his brain, obliterating any other thoughts or concepts. Mike sped up and dumped another load in the fag a few minutes later, holding his cock all the way inside the gaping cumdump while he loaded it up with Daddy jizz. When he was finished, he grabbed Adam’s face in his hand and spat right between his eyes, the loogie dripping down the side of the boy’s nose and into his eye. Adam just moaned louder and managed to form a few words. “Thank you Daddy! Thank you for breeding my pussy!” Mike laughed and pulled his cock out of the hole, which caused it to drip fresh jizz all down the boy’s furry taint, moving up toward the boy’s face so it could be cleaned off properly. He reached up and scooped up the rest of the spittle and pushed it into Adam’s mouth which made the boy moan loudly again. After Mike, Dan and Brian each took a turn mounting the greedy little fuck pig. Every time a cock was removed from his gaping cunt, he would whimper like a puppy that had been kicked. But that whimper was quickly replaced by long, deep, guttural moans begging the owner of the cock to rape him. and dumped loads in his pussy. Each one fucked the boy hard, using his cunt just as intended, as a fucking fag hole. Then it was Ben’s turn. He pulled his cock out of Josh’s gaping mouth and hopped up on the bed. Adam’s cock was so well fucked that it wasn’t even closing. Adam didn’t know this, but Ben was one of those guys who could piss while his cock was completely hard. Ben got an evil grin on his face and rested his cock head at Adam’s gaping hole and spat in his face again. “Hey faggot. You want something more than cum? You want a load of piss in your pussy?” The other guys all laughed, they’d seen Ben do this party trick before, and bottom boys always loved it, especially when they’d been partying. Adam just moaned some more and they all laughed. “I’m gonna take that as a yes, fag boy.” He shut his eyes and concentrated and in a few seconds piss started to flow out of his cock head and into Adam’s gaping cunt. He quickly slid the whole cock inside the boy and held it there while he unloaded a large load of chem piss inside Adam’s hole. The boy moaned as he felt his ass expand with the load of piss, then he suddenly stopped moaning as he felt the chems in the piss shoot him higher then he’d ever been. Ben just spat in his face again and said “how’s it feel to be a real man’s urinal, fag boy?” Adam paused, his brain a scramble of chems and lust and said “Warm. Really warm.” They all laughed at his reaction and Ben grabbed Adam and picked him up while his dick was inside Adam’s cunt. “Come on, pig you’re not making any more of a mess of my bed.” He put his arms around Adam’s back and walked into the bathroom with a little bit of piss dripping down both of their legs. Ben quickly pulled Adam off his cock and laid him down in the bathtub, with his ass in the air and said “don’t move, boy. Let all that piss get absorbed into your cunt. Hey guys, come in here and use the urinal.” The rest of them laughed and trooped into the bathroom one by one, each one of them pissed all over Adam while he knelt in the tub with his ass in the air. Mike and Matt both shoved their cocks into his gaping hole and filled him with more piss. So much so that when Matt was done, the piss was streaming all over Adam’s body. Matt just slapped his ass and said “OK, fag, let it all out now. We’re gonna clean you off a little so you don’t smell quite so much like the john at the beach.” Both Mike and Matt’s piss loads got Adam even higher and he couldn’t focus his eyes or really speak. Matt grabbed him under the arms and bent him at the waist so he could let the piss out of his hole, shoving his cock in the boy’s mouth to keep him preoccupied. Once his hole was drained of piss, Matt turned the shower on cold which woke Adam from his drug stupor with the sudden blast of cold water. “Wash your filthy cumdump boy. But don’t let any of that cum out of your hole. Adam quickly rinsed off and Matt threw a towel at him and said “come back in the bedroom, we’re not done with you yet.” Adam went back I the bedroom and Mike and his pig buddies were getting dressed. Mike walked over and grabbed the still disoriented Adam and pulled him in for a deep kiss, slipping his hand behind to play with Adam’s cunt. He growled in Adam’s ear and whispered “I can’t wait to see how many loads you can take tonight. Matt, Ben and Josh are pigs. Hope you can keep up.” Then he smiled and spat in Adam’s face again, grabbing the spittle and pushing it into the boy’s mouth, which elicited a moan from Adam. As he was leaving the bedroom, Mike said “call me later Matt…..wanna see if you’re still using this whore. I’ll want sloppy 30ths later on.” They all laughed and Matt replied “I’m sure we will be, Dad. He’s spun as fuck and seems to need more breedings, don’t you faggot?” Adam grinned and just said “yes, sir!” Josh and Ben were making out on the bed and Matt pushed Adam onto the bed on his back and lifted his furry legs in the air. He whispered in Adam’s ear “You ready for another surfer boy load, faggot? You want my fucking babies inside you knocking up your hole?” Adam had reverted back to just moaning and incoherently begging for cock. The words might’ve been “please fuck me harder” but they sounded like gibberish. Matt mounted Adam’s cunt and quickly slid his rod back inside. The boy’s hole was juicy, and dripping with all of the cum and piss loads he’d been given so far. Matt could barely feel the sides, so he didn’t hesitate. He just slid his entire long, thick uncut dick all the way inside the boy with one push. Adam didn’t even notice, he just kept moaning while Josh kept his mouth full of cock. Josh was making out with Ben while Adam kept his cock hard with his fag mouth. Matt slowly fucked Adam pinching his tits and playing with his nuts as he slowly fucked the boy’s cunt. After a few minutes of fucking he suddenly got an idea. “Hey Josh. What say we take this fag to the baths? I think he needs to get spun again and take some more cocks.” Josh and Ben laughed and said “fuck yeah.” It was getting to be early evening and it was Friday night after all. There would be some good after work married loads for the boy to take in his pussy. “Go grab the plug. The big one. Let’s plug this faggot and show him a real good time.” He slowly pulled his cock out of Adam’s hole and left his ass in the air so that none of the precious sperm would drip out. Josh scampered back into the room, licking the large black butt plug. “This the one you want, big brother?” Ben just rolled his eyes. At the beginning, competing with Matt was difficult, but he quickly figured out where he fit into this twisted pig family, and it made him and his cock very happy. Matt laughed and grabbed it from his brother’s hand, pulling his face in to give him a deep kiss. “That’s the one baby brother. You want to do the honors?” “Of course I do.” With that he slipped his fingers into Adam’s hole, pulling out some of the semen that was there so he could lube up the plug. Then he quickly grabbed the plug and shoved the whole thing in Adam’s hole, causing the fag to yelp loudly. He was still pretty out of it, and didn’t entirely know what was going on, but his ass felt full so as soon as he got used to it, he just sighed and said “FUCK ME.” Ben, Josh and Matt all laughed again and helped Adam up and out of the bed. They all took turns taking a quick shower to get rid of all the sweat and piss, then slipped jocks and gym shorts on and went out to Matt’s van for the ride to the baths. Ben and Matt sat up front while Adam and Josh laid in the back on the mattress, surrounded by Matt’s board, wet suit and other gear, with Adam nursing on Josh’s cock while Josh played with the plug in his hole. “You are gonna fucking love the baths, faggot. You ever been before?” Adam was so high, he still couldn’t form words but he nodded no. “Your cunt’s gonna love it.” Then he kissed Adam deeply while Matt and Ben drove on to take Adam’s cumdump to the next level.

Pt.4 I walk home. Somewhere along the way I stop and buy some cigarettes, I haven't smoked in five years but I need something to cling on to. A ritual that will let me centre myself. I'm still about a mile from home and it's early morning when I stop at a small park and sit and watch the morning. I call work and tell them I've had some news and need a personal day. They understand plus I never have any sick time, har-fucking-har. I light the first cigarette from the pack and draw from it. And cough like someone who hasn't smoked in five years. It becomes easier though as my body remembers. I feel a calm settle in. Probably the nicotine, but its welcome nonetheless. At this time, although daybreak is well passed, the park is quiet and peaceful and it is just what I need. I try not to think about last night but it is a big neon sign buzzing for my attention. Everything Sean said. About me wanting it. I definitely wanted fucking, but nothing else. About never asking status. Fuck! Who does that? Especially in the heat of things. OK I have been reckless, but I'm not a chaser. Am I? I let guys fuck me raw and I haven't been tested for a while. I just, I just don't think about it. I stub the cigarette out on the bench and automatically light a second as I sit there trying to get my head in order. A jogger breezes passed me calling a cheerful, "Good Morning!" I couldn't say if it was addressed to me but I nod in accord even as I darkly smile to myself that I'm not convinced I agree. Alone once more I stand and start to walk through this little green haven in the direction of home. As I near the exit I pass a little concrete toilet block and I turn in. I don't honestly know why? But I could use a piss. I stand and the urinal and put it to use. As I empty my bladder I breath deeply and the smell of the room hits me. Stale, earthy. And for me associated with a lot of early hookups. My cock thickens until it is hard in front of me. I grip it more firmly and start to stroke right there. Despite the last twenty-four hours being a total roller coaster my libido is somehow undiminished. Something about wanking off in a public toilet has always turned me on and I get into a good rhythm. Not thinking about anything just enjoying the sensation. Needing to feel the pleasure radiating from my cock. I hear some rapid footfalls and before I can react the jogger has entered the block. There is no way I can hide my erection or pretend to be doing anything other. He chuckles and steps up to the urinal alongside me. I start to try and cover up when I realise that his hand is rapidly pumping his own stiffening dick. "My lucky day." He says, "not usually anyone else around at this time. I almost always have to settle for a wank." With this said he turns to me and strokes his very hard cock in my direction. I glance him up and down. Slim, runners build mostly hidden by the baggy grey tracksuit. At a guess his age is late forties maybe an in shape fifties. But his cock is getting most of my attention. A very healthy seven inches, the foreskin pulled back over a swollen flared head that is wetly beading with excitement. It's like a switch has been flicked and I drop to my knees in front of him. Grabbing his cock and wanking his firm length a few times before I lean in and slide my tongue across the end tasting his precum. I sigh a little as I take him in my mouth and start to suck him hungrily. "Oh good boy." He hisses as I slide him all the way between my lips. "That's just what I needed." I murmur my agreement around his cock but I do not relinquish my sucking duties. I feel his hands on my head and I glance up at him as he fucks my mouth. He is looking down at me and smiling. Like I am receiving some benediction I feel the peace I needed. This is what I want, where I want to be. This is who I am. I shuffle my position and shove my jeans down. I unbutton my shirt and pull it from me. "Fuck yes!" The man has his cock buried in my throat and his approval is everything right now. I am a slut and right now I am his slut. I pull off of his cock and spit on it, wanking it to make sure the whole length is slick before plunging him back, deep into my mouth. "It really is my lucky day!" He is holding my head and sliding between my lips with long strokes of his cock. "You are a real fucking slut aren't you?" "Oh yesh" I manage from around his cockhead before pushing my lips down to his base. I hold myself there and strain pushing my tongue out to lick the skin of his balls, a trick that only works as long as you aren't choking. "Oh fuck you are good boy." He pushes me off of his soaking wet dick holds my head and looks me in the eyes. "But you want more don't you slut?" I manage to nod between his hands still panting from my cocksucking ministrations. "Well let's give you what you want then." He guides me to a cubical and pushes me forward so I am bent over the toilet bowl. His fingers are probing between my cheeks and he finds me still wet and open plunging two fingers straight up me. "Oh you dirty slut, how many loads you have in there?" "A few, I..I don't know." I stammer. "Someone had fun last night." He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of me making me gasp. "Don't need to worry about lube then, do we?" I bite my lip as he replaces his fingers with his cock in a fluid motion. He reaches up and squeezes my shoulders giving himself leverage to fuck me. I expect hard deep thrusts but he is slow and deliberate. Every inch in and out. Constant. Building his pleasure in a steady pump. I am naked and being fucked in public again. I am panting in pleasure with cock inside me again. I am being a slut again. Fuck it feels good. This hard cock inside me. This hard bare cock about to add to the loads inside me. To add to Sean's loads inside me. Sean's poz loads. Oh fuck. Neither of us said anything about status, doesn't anybody ask!? "Oh fuck!" I verbalise the combination of sensation and realisation I am experiencing. My fucker echoes it and tightens his grip on me as his cock swells and jets all the way inside me depositing yet more sperm in my slut hole. He withdraws from my cum filled arsehole and affectionately squeezes my shoulder. "Yep, definitely my lucky day!" I blanche a little at his words. He quickly leaves and I grab at my clothes and hurriedly make my way home. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Part 3: Brrrrup. The sound of grindr notifications were echoing through my mind, as the sound of a person disrobing came from behind me. I couldn't see the person, as my head was locked and forced me to look forward at the screen that my captors were using to broadcast my future. I couldn't control what was going to happen to me, but I could see what was being planned and what was happening to me. It was an out of body experience in the best way. I was so turned on. I love seeing Grindr messages and emails and communications from others that were short, sweet, and dripping in sexual energy. My high mind and used hole were twitching with anticipation. The image of me in black & white on the right hand side showed a top down image that was cropped to show my ass, my lower and upper back, and all the way up to my face. The screen showed a bit of empty space in front my face and behind my ass, but not for long. I could hear the other person in the room approaching me and from the screen I could see the hard dick appear first. It was rock hard, pointing upwards towards the ceiling. Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen I could see the messages and notifications coming, with my captors responding. The message that was currently on the screen read, "Yeh. Someone is fucking him right now, just arrived. You can join if you want, or you can have him after?" The other person replied back, "On my way". I was too high to know where to focus. Do I stare at the screen, the video footage of me getting used, or do I close my eyes and focus on the sensations? Was I scared? Did I agree to this? Did that matter? I couldn't really ponder these questions, but as I failed to take the thinking much further, I felt the cock enter my hole. As he did, the top groaned just as he bottomed out. I couldn't stop watching myself being fucked. There was a bush sprouting up around my ass cheeks where the tops cock met his body. He was fully impaled in me and it was amazing to look at. I would know it was me and then forget, then I would realize again, and these realizations came in waves just like the feeling of the drugs. The top pulled out and plunged back in and started up a rhythm. I started huffing on the poppers. It had been a few moments since I had taken any poppers, too lost in thought about my previous fuck-escapades. The high of the drugs and the poppers met with a furious warmth and my brain lost as much control as my body had already experienced. I was so happy to be used. The top didn't say anything else except for his first few words when he entered and the initial groan. I just started at the video image of him pumping me deep and fast. He leaned forward over my body and the image was slightly obscured as he reached his arm around the front of me and pulled me back by the neck. The room was still dark, even with the screen portraying the messages and live footage. I could barely make out the shape and size of his arm as he pulled it around me, tightening on my neck. I heard the door open again and suddenly the screen shut off and the light in the room was gone. The top inside me kept plowing with an intensity that would have broken me if I wasn't high. The light in the room switched and suddenly everything took on a deep red glow like I was in a seedy darkroom at a bathhouse. My captors knew what they were doing. The top inside me kept plowing me as I heard the sounds of someone or some others enter the room. The top inside of me released my neck and let me fall down again a bit. My whole body was moving with his thrusts and my dick and balls were being slammed against the furniture I was strapped over. I was getting used to the rhythm and had my eyes staring aimlessly at the ground. I didnt want to look up, I barely could look anywhere anyway. I saw two pairs of bare feet lit up by the dark red light appear in front of me. I felt a dick swat my cheek followed by a command. "Suck me". I felt the dick on my face slide down my cheek and across my mouth. It came from the right. The pair of feet in front of me approached closer as well and I felt a second dick on my face from the other side. I opened my mouth and took in the dick from the right. The man inside me growled. Now I was being spit roasted with a dick on the side, my whole purpose to be in service of others. I was high, out of control, not knowing what day it was, who I was being used by, and what the rest of this day had in store for me. The dick in my mouth pulled out and was replaced by the dick to the left. This was a smaller uncut dick, with a dripping wet head. My mouth was smeared with precum. Again, another command was issued from my right. "Suck him. Get him ready for your ass fag". The top on the right moved away out of my limited sight, towards the back. I felt him trail my body with his hand as he moved towards my ass. The top inside me moved from being mostly on top of me to standing and plowing me in an upright position. His breath and movements became more intense, less rhythmic and more lost in my body. He made a few guttural noises and I felt a deep and hard slap on my ass as he bottomed out and spasmed. He held his jerking dick inside me while I had the smaller wet uncut dick in my mouth and another dick next to my body, waiting to use my hole next. The top inside groaned, "fuck" as he pulled out of me. I felt my asshole stay open, as if to invite the next top in. It didn't take long. I heard the sounds of shuffling and the dick that was in my mouth moments ago was now at the edge of my hole. I heard soft sounds of clothing being put on as this next dick was shoved in. The scene played itself out exactly as you could imagine. The top in my ass was loving my used and wet hole. The dick in my mouth was building up energy and intention for when it was the owner's turn to use my ass. The drugs kept me as high as ever. The two men who were left didn't talk, barely interacted, just the odd "fuck yeah" and grunt of encouragement to each other. The top inside me didnt last long. He pulled out and jerked his cockat the edge of my hole, cumming on my ass and then shoved it back in. "Yeh, take it bitch. Fuck". He plowed a few more times, milking his cock in my hole, and pulled out. The owner of the cock in my mouth paused, pulled out half way before saying, "you ready? Im not pulling out all like he did and Im gonna cum quick". I could feel cum leaking down my ass cheeks and cross my balls. I was mounted again quickly by this third top. His dick was already wet, engorged, and ready to use my hole from having some prep time from my mouth. As he fucked me I couldnt hear the other guy and I assumed the guy before him had already left. I felt ravenous. The top inside me didn't last long, a few minutes at most. As he built up to his climax he put his fingers in my mouth and pulled my head back. His fingers tasted awful, like they were covered in something acidic and metallic, but the flavour was soon replaced by warmth in my ass and in mouth. He was giving me more drugs while he was seeding my ass. He didn't linger in my asshole. A few shudders and gasps and he pulled out of my gaping hole. I heard him mutter a few words, then silence for a few moments, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing. I waited for something else to happen, some indication that I was going to be used again, but nothing. I waited in silence for a few moments. I was so horny that I couldn't stop grinding my dick into the furniture. By now everything under my hips was soaked with lube and cum. I was a wreck. I was fuzzy and had trouble focusing. The light in the room changed again as the screen came back on with black screen and white letters spelling out, "You get a break now. Enjoy it, because more men are on their way. Soon you will have some decisions to make. Till then, enjoy the show. Our subscribers surely will". The video changed again and I could see the footage again, except this time there were three different screens. There was the top down image from before, but also there was a wider shot showing more of the room, and a shot from what looked to be right from the screen in front of me highlighting my face and shoulders. I watched myself take a hit of poppers as a man approached me from behind. I realized, I was watching the scene from a few minutes ago. I was going to relive it. I took a hit of poppers and decided I would take this opportunity to enjoy it. At the bottom of the screen I saw messages coming in. "Fuck, this video is hot. He is going to get used." "What a fag" "Best videos on the web" I was being streamed. The people who had invited me over and put me in this position, were not just whoring me out, they were filming it and making money off of some sort of live stream. I took another hit of poppers. I guess I might as well enjoy the show before I become the show once again.

PART 2: I was spinning. I could hear porn playing but not much else. The volume was low enough that I could make out that someone was getting railed on a video, probably with multiple people, but I couldn't make out much else. I set there and felt the last remnants of jizz dribbling off my face and cooling on my exposed ass. I wasn't cold, the room felt hot and I was high as fuck. I was grinding my cock and balls into the ottoman and waiting to hear any noise or indication that something else was going to happen. Yet, nothing did. I could feel myself getting more and more high, whatever they had given me was electrifying my body, making me incredibly horny, and giving me zero interest in turning back. Fear was not something I was currently experiencing. While I waited, my mind was drifting. I needed something other than the subtle sounds of porn and grinding against my soaked jock into the ottoman. I couldn't really process how I ended up here, the steps from home to this position seemed blurry, however, I started to recall other times I had been fucked while high and out of control. My first experience of partying and fucking, and my first experience of bare sex, came flooding back to me. I replayed the scene over and over in my head while I waited. I was a few years younger, having spent most of my time bartending and partying. I got in with a really fun crowd of people who liked to get a bit messy, go out, and hang out well into the next day at after parties. Before I had partied too much, a friend offered me some after a shift had ended where we worked together. I didnt think much of it, I didnt really know how it was going to make me more of a cock slut, I just figured, why not have a little fun? I asked for a half dose and my friend agreed. I didnt realize that she had actually given me a full dose and only pretended to give me a whole does. The night was fun. I didnt really think about hooking up or cruising, I mostly just enjoyed my time with my friends. When things started to wind down we all headed towards our respective homes. I stopped by my friends house as it was on the way to my place and we chatted a bit. She was ready to pass out and could barely keep herself up. She told me I could crash in her sisters room downstairs in the basement if I wanted, as there was no one else around for the weekend. She didnt say much of anything else, just got up and headed up to her room. I hadn't been rolling too hard, nor did I feel all that fucked up. I hadn't even opened Grindr or any other apps the entire night. I decided to get up and leave, then suddenly, I felt like I wasn't ready for sleep. I also didn't feel like going home. It was still dark out and I wanted more. My friend had left her purse downstairs and my mind started to wander. If I had only taken half a hit, why not take some more? I got up, grabbed her purse, and headed to her sisters room. Her sisters room was down in a half finished basement with a bathroom, entrance, and a small kitchenette. My friend was two floors above me and there was no one else. The bedroom was nice and dark, with deep curtains over the window, but still I couldnt bring myself to go to sleep. I just stared at her purse, wondering, were there more drugs, could I or should I take some? What then? I went to her purse. I didnt need to look hard. Inside was a small mints container with the same small brown pills I had seen before. Rolled up in the bag next to it was another smaller bag of white powder. I knew what was up. I grabbed the small container and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and downed two pills. I was feeling sweaty and realized it would be a good time to take a shower or bath and to just relax into the day. I hadn't brought any extra clothes with me, I also knew I could go home at any time, but I figured id wait here to see how I feel, just in case. As I went to shower, I realized I had not eaten in over 12 hours, yet I wasn't hungry at all. The pills would probably take a while to kick in and I started to feel a bit nervous, but I wasnt too worried. I opened up my phone and it was almost dead. I was feeling a bit of a buzz from deep swigs of the beer and I decided to ramp it up a notch with the white powder. I cut up a few lines and hit some, thinking, "fuck, I am going to need to pay for this". I'd figure that out later. I noticed that I had a few Grindr notifications and as the buzz grew and I stood there in the bathroom contemplating a shower and what my next steps were going to be, I opened up the app. There wasn't much. A few message from guys way earlier in night. I was in a somewhat residential area so a lot of blank profiles were near me, likely straight closeted dudes. I could feel warmth and electricity radiating out from my belly and my brain started feeling foggy. I realized I better shower quick. Just as I took off my clothes I heard the familiar beep of a Grindr notification. I got two messages, one from a 25 year old blank profile, and another from a 47 year old profile of a guy with a pic where he was wearing bike shorts and a tank top and you could. make out a sizeable bulge. I turned on shower and checked the messages. Both profiles indicated they were tops. 47 year old: Hey, you looking? 25 year old: Sup? I didnt want to waste my time or battery charge and the growing high was suddenly making me horny. I was stroking my dick and starting to roll a bit, with a bit of difficulty looking at the screen. I sent my location to both and wrote, "bottom here, horny to get fucked. At a friends in their basement in a bedroom. There is a separate entrance to the floor I am on. Friend is passed out two floors up. Can host if you are cool with it being quick and quiet. Battery is almost dead." I didnt get a response from the 47 year old before showering, but the 25 year old responded with a dick pic. A nice 7 in uc dick with shaved balls showed up on my screen with a message, "awesome. looking to top here. I can be to you in 10 minutes if you want? into anything else?" I wrote back, "Cool. Come on over. I am just jumping in the shower. Come on in and I will be on the bed in the dark waiting for you." I sent the address and instructions for my room. By this point I was really high, not sure off of what or if I was going to get any worse, but I was really rolling. I knew my time was limited so I jumped in the shower right away. I could hear my phone beeping a bit more, but knew I needed to get clean. I had a hard time not stroking my dick. I focused on the key areas, trying to clean out as best I could but I definitely rushed. I was banking on not having eaten in hours and knowing my body to feel if I was clean enough. I fingered myself in the shower and there was no resistance. Just complete horniness. I went from being completely uninterested in sex to becoming ravenous. I got out of the shower and saw messages from both guys and a couple of taps. I bolted to the room bringing the drugs and the beer, while grabbing another beer from the fridge and turning off all the lights in the unit, and dove into the bed. I opened the message from the 47 year old. He wrote, "I am a few streets over. I can come over if you want? Sounds like a hot set up." I saw my dying battery and rolled the mental dice and wrote almost the same message to him that I wrote the other guy, except adding that my battery was about to die. I checked the message from the 25 year old, and could barely read it. "I am outside in my car across the street, you ready?" I wrote back, "yes". I checked the message from the other guy and didnt get a response, but saw that my phone was at 1%. I figured, might as well be honest in my final message. "Hey, I have someone else coming over right now and phone is about to die, if you want to come over do so in 20 minutes? Door is unlocked". I hit send, and heard a grindr notification pop up and went to check the message. It was from the 25 year old and just as I was about to open the message the phone died. Fuck. I wasn't sure what I should do. I sat there silently, ass up on the bed. I was rolling super hard and felt so horny. I realized I dont know if either of them would actually come, then also realized I didnt have any lube, condoms, or poppers. Just me, high as fuck, in my friend's sister's bed, making bad decisions and stealing my friends drugs. The 25 year old had said he was on the street so I figured I might as well go look out the window. I crawled out of bed, feeling all kinds of wobbly. My eyes were starting to shift and cross and it was hard to stand up right. I got out to the living room and looked up and out through the window. I could see a car parked across the street, but I couldnt see much else. Suddenly, I saw two feet cross the window from that side of the street and head towards the drive way. I figured it must be him and he was coming in. I bolted back to the room as best I could. I took one more rip of the white power and buried my face in the pillows. I heard the door open and a tentative "hello?" I didnt say anything. I just groaned into the pillow. I heard footsteps and then the door to the bedroom close. "Hey?" I just groaned again. I was flying and my head was heavy. I just wanted him to take control. I was ass up naked and grinding on the bed. There wasn't much light in the room, but I knew he could see me well enough to know what he could or should do next. Clothing started to be removed. I stayed silent and just grinded slightly on the bed. I felt him walk over next to the head of the bed. He reached out and grabbed my head and pulled me towards his dick. I didnt open my eyes, but when it got to my lips I could tell it was rock hard and dripping. I sucked it for a few minutes, groaning the entire time. As I did I heard him say, "you got any condom or lubes?" I just groaned something akin to no, while his dick was in my mouth. He replied, "So can I rawdog you?" I just groaned. He pulled out of my mouth and moved behind me on the bed. I felt him spread my ass checks and I heard him spit. He spit a few more times and then I heard some slick sounds and I assumed he was wetting his dick. I heard the bed creak a bit as he shifted forward, and then his wet cock head at my hole. He slid in. It faced zero resistance and he went deep in the first thrust. "Holy fuck dude". He groaned as he held his dick inside me. I felt his dick jump a bit, bouncing deep inside my hole. He pulled out a bit and plunged back in. I just kept my head down and groaned into the pillow. What followed was a series of groans and gyrations. I was fully rolling now, everything feeling warm and fuzzy and excellent. My ass felt amazing. I realized that while this wasnt my first time bareback, it was really the first time doing it with a stranger, and with so little information being shared. I didnt know anything about him, just what his dick looked like, that his age was supposedly 25, and that he used the term, "raw dog". He pumped in and out. My ass was making wet slapping sounds as he plowed me and I was too high to care about the fact that I was in my friend's sister's bed, or that I didnt even ask this guy if he was neg. He just kept plowing. The paced had picked up and he was being fairly rough. The kind of roughness that comes with inexperience, as if he was trying to get deeper into me, but without much understanding for pace and rhythm. I didnt care. I was getting used. His head was right behind mine as he plowed into me. His body rihgt on top of mine, full body contact, as he shoved his dick in and out. He spoke into my ear. "Fuck dude, where do you want me to cum?" I just groaned. I didnt have the power to form words, just sounds. I groaned and felt a tension within me between wanting to get creamed and also knowing that the version of me that would eventually not be high, would want him to pull out to cum. He asked again. "Oh man. I am getting really close. Where do you want it??" He had an urgency to his voice. A pleading. "Dude, oh fuck. Dude, Im gonna nut... Where do... fuck... oh shit.. fuck." He pushed deeper, groaned, and spasmed. "Oh fuck, Im cumming in you. Fuck. Oh fuck" He shuddered and whispered these groans into my ear. He shuddered a few more times and pulled out, rolled over, and got up. I felt cum dipping out of my ass and down onto my balls in my jock. I didnt move. I heard him get dressed and as the door opened, he said, "Thanks." I heard him continue on out through the door and to the basement entrance. He left. I was incredibly horny. I wanted more. I could barely move, but I grabbed for my phone and went to check it,a nd realized the phone was dead. I willed myself to get up and search for a charger in the room. I groped around in my high junkie state and found power cords, a laptop charger, and eventually an iphone cord. I plugged my phone in and waited a few moments and then booted it up. It was slow to respond as it gathered more juice. I reached back and fingered my hole, it was sloppy and wet and it felt amazing. I rolled over onmy back a bit and fingered myself and occasionally stroked while waiting for Grindr to load. Just as it did, I saw I had a few message. There was one from the 47 year old. "I saw another young guy leave. Im here and coming in." Just as I read it I heard the basement door open. I rolled over, through my phone under my pillow and assumed the position. I was about to get used again. This guy was very different. He came in and was very direct. As soon as he was in the room he demanded, "Turn toward the window and get on your knees". I did as I was told. He disrobed quickly and walked up behind me. I was groaning and twitchy. I probably looked tweaked out. He noticed. "Fuck dude, you are hungry for it. You partying?" He slipped a finger inside me and I groaned. His finger was replaced by a heavy dick and he pushed in. He didnt say a single other word for the rest of the encounter. Just pumped me. As he did he rubbed my back and would grab my hips. This guy knew rhythm. I could hear the sloppiness of my hole as he plowed me and I am sure he knew it was filled with cum. He didnt even ask about lube or condoms. Not that it mattered. He kept up a heavy pace, not letting up once. He groaned heavily after a few minutes, put his dick completely inside me, and emptied his balls. I was in heaven. He pulled out suddenly, leaving me gaping, and then put on his clothes and left. I had just taken two loads within the hour, while also rolling super heavily on drugs. I checked my phone and saw more messages, but I could barely read them. The message from the 25 year old was from before asking if he could fuck me raw. I guess I missed it after my phone died, but it didnt matter anyway. I could see light starting to come out between the curtains and I knew it was morning. I was rolling heavily and figured I probably shouldn't stay, If I was going to be able to continue any of this fun, it had to happen else where. I stumbled out of bed, put on my clothes, and brought my friends purse back up stairs. I took an extra pill and did another line, but I had to leave. I called an uber and decided to head back home. Walking wasn't an option. That morning I had taken my first two raw loads. I had barebacked before, but never had a guy, especially strangers. fuck me and cum inside me. I refreshed my Grindr page as I waited for the uber and saw more guys nearby. I sent some initial messages, but wasnt sure what the day would bring. But I needed to head home. In the end I started to come down and by the time I got home I was ready to jerk off and roll over into bed, saving that list pill for another time. I ended up jerking off for 3 hours while refreshing Grindr, but never getting the energy to follow through with any other guys. I was thinking about this encounter while I was strapped down around the ottoman, wondering what was going to happen. I was just as high after taking these two loads, as I was that first time I got fucked by strangers. The memories felt so vivid and connected to what I had jsut experienced. I heard a Grindr notification and almost thought I was still thinking about my memories, when I heard someone enter the door. There was no speaking, just someone walking towards me. I felt hands around my mouth and ball gag, removing the ball gag and also removing the blindfold. In it's place. I opened my eyes, but the room was completely dark. I heard the Grindr notification again. The sound of the person retreated and I heard a door open and close. My eyes were adjusting to the light in the room and I could make out small details. In front of me there seemed to be a big screen, but a few feet away. I tried to turn my head but realized that my neck was now fastened to a harness that was attached to something else. I could only look forward. The screen lit up. The people who owned the place must have been screen sharing somehow. On the right hand side I could see a video of what looked like me but in black and white or nightvision, on the other side of the screen I could see a mirrored iphone. The iphone screen changed to Grindr. I saw a series of messages on the grindr screen. Again, I was pretty high so it was hard to read them, but I could make out details. One of the messages was opened. The owner of the phone had written, "Yeh. He is tied up downstairs and we are whoring him out. He is pretty fucked up. You can come in, fuck him, and go. However you'd like." Someone responded back, "k. Just outside, be in a minute." I heard the door behind me open and close again. The user of the phone that was being broadcast to this screen then went to a web browser. I saw a lot of tabs open. Adam 4 Adam, Craigslist, and Manhunt. By now I figured the guys who fucked me earlier were legit whoring me out, while also making me watch and anticipate by seeing who they were talking too. I twas worse than being blind. It was seeing my fate and knowing there was nothing I could. It made me so incredibly horny. I heard someone behind me groan, then say, "Fuck. I am going to enjoy this." ----- More to come later.

This story is slightly true, somewhat fictional, and not at all an endorsement of good or bad decision-making. There used to be a website called Bareback City and I was there all the time...reading, browsing, beating off. You know. I once found this guy who was my age (mid-30's) and was a poz top -- only about twenty blocks from me. I'll call him "Lee" . Turns out he was not only was HIV positive, but had advanced to full-blown AIDS. I found that out when we chatted on cam and I was amazed at how thin and muscular he looked. Yes, he was thin, but the musculature that I thought I was seeing was only because his body was wasted down to nothing but a frame around the basic organs, bones and muscles nature gives all humans. I could have shut the window and blocked his email. I could have turned back. But then, still on cam, he fished a giant, slimy dick out of his shorts and bragged about only being able to wear Magnums. Well I didn't go back. I wanted to touch it and suck it. but wasn't sure I'd let it near my neg ass. We agreed to meet for dinner at a local pub. I had no desire for food, but knew I'd need a drink or two to calm down. Lee was even thinner and taller than he looked on camera. I watched as he wolfed down an entire cheeseburger in under a minute. I kept pounding back beers and having so many thoughts. Too many. You know how when your brain gets overcrowded with stuff and you just act on auto-pilot? That was me. So I wasn't really thinking when he offered to drive me back to his house in his red Miata. We walked out of the pub om that warm July night and I saw my car, parked innocently in front of the lights of wedding store next door. I could have just made a quick right and driven myself home. I could gone back. But Lee drove me back to his place with the top down and Pet Shop Boys blasting on the stereo. His neighborhood was way nicer than I expected and his house was beautiful. I'd never asked what he did for a living because, for some reason, I always thought that was a rude question to ask someone you barely know. He led me through the door and immediately kicked off his sandals and stripped down to nothing but his long, super-skinny nakedness. That dick was just as massive as I saw that time on cam, and it was growing as he groped it. I must looked scared and nervous because he immediately produced a joint, lit it and handed it to me with the words "It's fortified -- go slow". I was so stupid back then that I thought he meant it had B-12 vitamins or something like that in it. So I inhaled and blew beautiful clouds and the next thing I knew I was stripping down as well. That's when he suggested we go out to his patio and sit in the hot tub. I had a cold bottle of beer in my hand that I don't remember having before. Whatever. Fine. I followed Lee through the sliding glass doors as he situated himself in the bubbling, glowing blue water. I didn't know anything hot tub protocol so I sat directly across from him, sipping my mysterious beer.\ I think I remember us talking about the nice Summer weather and how beautiful the stars looked. Lee's voice sounded like a movie idol's. Deep, soft and so,so seductive. Then he stretched one of his feet out and pinched my right nipple. I grasped the foot and rubbed it. Lee had the longest, skinniest feet I'd ever seen. And then his toes were in my mouth. What the hell was I doing??? He moaned with pleasure and put the the other foot up on my neck. I massaged it and put those toes in my mouth as well. I had the faintest thought that I wasn't myself at that moment., but the warm bubbles gurgled my doubts away. Eventually I noticed this giant erection poking out of the water like a periscope. That's where my mouth went next. More moaning. After an amount of time I couldn't estimate then or now, we decided to get out of the tub. \What happened to that beer I had? Lee had forgotten to bring towels and went running back inside to get them. his huge dick bobbing all the way. I got out and stood naked on the concrete patio. A breeze hit my nude body and a brief minute of reality came back to me. This wasn't a good idea. None of this had been smart. I could go back inside, grab my jeans and shoes and sprinted home to my safe life. I could have. I could have turned back. Right then though, Lee walked back out with an over-sized green towel wrapped around him. Except for his stick-thin legs, he looked like a normal dude. He handed me another green towel and I was grateful for its shaggy warmth. He also had another lit joint that he offered and I accepted. Was it also "fortified"? No idea. It was a short walk back to his lush,massive bedroom. It was so perfect and seductively lit that I knew I was just one of many men who had been brought here. For a slight man, Lee had no problem overpowering me and pinning me on my back. He let me have one more puff of the fortified joint and then it was gone. Where did it go? Did he put it out safely? I was wondering all this when his penetrated my ass with his outrageously large dick. No Magnums or any other kind of condoms were used that I was aware of. The pain was real and unreal at the same time. For whatever reason, I couldn't quite tell you what "real" was. Before I could figure out what I was feeling, Lee's pumping had quickened in pace and effort. I do remember looking up at his face and was trying to say something when he let out a long, loud moan that I was sure could be heard by the whole neighborhood. He was sweating like a farm animal and I could feel salty drops from his forehead fall on my lips. Lee didn't ask me to leave, but it was implied by his quick descent into sleep and snores. I dressed and walked back to my car at the pub, feeling my ass burn and leak a little. I had so many thoughts and conflicts happening in my head. The first and last one were "I could have gone back".