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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.

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.”

Traveling for work and a local redneck hit me up on one of the apps. Said he was horny and needs to fuck but can't host. I said i have a hotel room, come on over. He was workin a long shift and said he would stop by after work at 7pm. He wanted a specific scene... lights low, me in boots, jockstrap, tanktop, and ball cap. I had all those (im prepared!). And my hole clean and lubed. Cracked the door open and got on my knees ready for him. He walked right in, pulled his cock and balls out in front of me and told me to start suckin. I did and licked his balls too. Got it sloppy wet with spit and gettin verbal about what a pig i am servicing raw redneck cock. Got him rock hard. Then he told me to turn around and show him my big hairy jockstrapped ass. I did and spread my cheeks so my hole was really exposed, and told him hole is lubed like he wanted. He said fuck yes and aimed his cock at my hole and slowly pushed in. He didn't stop just kept slowly pushing until he was balls deep. Said my slick hole is what he needed and picked up the pace and felt his balls slappin ass as he fucked. Redneck raw cock felt real fuckin good and he said my ass was milkin his cock. He's not gonna last long, yer gonna get my redneck cum. Told him keep fuckin, u need to fuck and breed and load my hole with cum. He said he wouldn't pull out even if i asked... picked up the pace and said he was getting close. Told me what a good pig i am gettin bred and pushed in balls deep and unloaded his cum. Told me to squeeze my ass to milk the cum out and keep it in all night. Told him fuck yeah i will and his cock slipped out. Told him i know who to contact next time im in the area, he said u fuckin better.

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.

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…

Chapter 5 In the first few chapters, I tell about meeting up with Daniel. He lives in a cabin and has a sling on his screened porch for outdoor play. We’ve gotten together a few times. This time, three other guys are there, and we’ve all been sucked, fucked, rimmed, and fisted (maybe not Daniel. Yet.). Now, they’ve invited Josh over. After Sam hung up, he said, “You’re going to enjoy Josh”. The others all agreed. They said they don’t play often with him since they can’t take his cock most of the time. Sam told me that the one time he got fucked by Josh, his ass hurt for days. But they were confident that I’d be OK. Sam had told Josh to get naked when he got there, and I’d be waiting in the sling. That way, he could walk in and start fucking me right away. Sam gave me another booty bump after I got in the sling, and they left me to wait there while they all smoked some more. They’d shotgun hits to me sometimes, but the bump was my primary booster. I heard a truck drive up and moved my head to look over. Harry stood in the way and said, “The first time you see him should be when he’s coming to fuck you”. Cool with me. The side door to the porch slammed and a giant of a man was walking towards me. He was tanned, had short, dark hair, and a sexy 5 o'clock shadow. He had to be at least 6’6”, had a great body with a dusting of hair on his pecs, and a huge, erect cock. It must have been approaching 10” long and was very thick. Josh was stroking it as he walked up. Then, he grabbed a bottle of lube, put some on his cock, and said, “Take some poppers”. I did as he said. When the bottle was capped, he walked up to me and taunted my hole with just the tip of his dick. The mushroom head really expanded my hole. He looked over and said, “This pig is ready for my cock”. The others nodded, and he slid into my ass. The stretch was outrageous. His cock filled my hole like it was a fist. I reached down to feel around, thinking he must be all the way in, to find that there were several more inches to go. Josh looked down at me as he slid more and more of his huge cock into my ass. He got well past my second hole and had me in ecstasy. With a cock of that size, Josh knew that he had to take it slow. He fucked my ass like no one else has before. He was able to get deeper and had me gaping from just a fuck. I relied on the poppers a few more times to really enjoy the ride. Josh asked Sam if it was OK to breed my ass. Sam told him I had taken all their loads, so it must be OK. It was erotic to hear them talking about me as if I wasn’t even there. He sped up the pace, not going as deep as he worked up to his orgasm. Josh looked at me and said, “I’m going to be all the way inside you when I cum”. It wasn’t a question. Soon, he said, “Take it, pig” and shoved his cock all the way inside me. I could feel his cock spasm as he shot his cum deep inside my body. He left his cock in me after shooting. Even as it softened, it was still an invader in my ass. Josh slowly withdrew. Sam sucked Josh’s cock into his mouth, and Harry started to caress and stroke my ass. It took a while for my gape to narrow after the invasion. Harry asked if he could fist me. I told him that he could fuck me, fist me, rim me, use toys on me, whatever he wanted. Harry said that he wanted to fist the ass of the first guy to fist him. Harry lubed up his hands and was able to get his fist inside me easily. The fuck from Josh, plus all the other play, had me well loosened up. My ass sucked his arm in more than halfway to his elbow. Harry was a good fisting bottom and an even better fisting top. He liked to pull his hand almost all the way out, stretching my hole to its max. He’d work it back and forth inside my ass, giving me great sensations. He pulled back to the wide part of his hands again and started to run the fingers of his right hand alongside his left arm. He got all four fingers inside me next to his arm when he pulled all the way out and started to pummel my ass. First, his left hand would go in. Then, it would come out, and his right hand would go in. He did this for a while, leaving me breathless and leaking precum. While Harry was fisting me, I looked over and saw Daniel riding Nick’s arm. Daniel was sliding up and down Nick’s arm while Nick lay on the porch floor. Daniel and I locked eyes at one point, and I could tell he was just as spun as I was and that he was enjoying getting his ass worked over. With his other hand, Nick was stroking his cock and fingering his hole. Next, Harry put his right hand inside me and let it rest there for a moment. When he pulled it back, I felt his left hand come up next to his right, both ready to delve into my ass. He had lubed up a lot for this. His right hand went in, then he put his left next to his right arm and slowly slid that inside me. The feeling was indescribable. He let me move a bit in the sling, getting used to his hands inside me. Small movements made my ass quake with pleasure. Josh, who had been watching this, asked if he could fist me. If his cock was any indication of the size of his hand, this would be a wild ride. Harry slowly extracted his hands from me, and Josh took a seat after lubing up his hands. True to form, he shoved his left hand in quickly and smoothly. His hand felt huge inside me, but it was not an equal to both of Harry’s. Josh fisted me for a while when he beckoned Harry over and said, “We’re both gonna fist this ass now”. Harry lubed up, Josh applied some more lube, and they started to swap fists in my ass. First Harry, then Josh, then Harry, and so on. When Josh was inside me, he told Harry to work his hand in, too. Harry slowly slid his hand along Josh’s arm until he too had penetrated my hole. This was intense, and I could only last a short time with both of them in me. But it was thrilling to know what my ass had taken. Josh said that he got what he came for and left. As he walked away, I could see that he had a great ass, but it was clear that this guy was all top. The rest of us took a break to rehydrate and relax for a while. The sun was going down, so we went back to the deck to watch the sunset. My hole was throbbing with pleasure, and we were all stroking, poking, and making out with each other. I look forward to the next time.

Viral load into 5 digits already

Actually, a transman’s anus is just as useful a potential cunt as any cis man’s, and if he transitions so that he no longer has a vagina, his ass is still going to be a warm, wet hole. Much of the sense of the conversation in this thread seems to me to presuppose that because a transman wants to transition out of a naturally female state, he must therefore want to Top. But there’s no reason why a transman in a gay venue shouldn’t be just likely as everyone else to be a guy who wants to bottom - that is, more likely than not. There’s a whole set of cis assumptions at play here - an assumption that a female who says she’s actually a male will want to become anatomically male; that the transman wants to assume traditional heterosexual male roles; that the transman, as a male, is going to be attracted to women (because, the cis logic thinks, if the person is attracted to men, it makes more sense to be a woman - the fucking pool is much larger). Why, the thinking runs, would a transman choose to become a man just to be a gay man? The answer, of course, is that he doesn’t become a gay man, he always was one. He just happened to get the wrong body when he started. That’s why whether he gets fucked in the ass or the vagina is immaterial - the vagina isn’t what he is, it’s what he has. And after he transitions, an asscunt will be what he has for that purpose. Just like all the rest of us guys. I’ve occasionally wondered what it would be like if I had a vagina instead of a cock. I once saw a photo of a transman who hadn’t bottom-transitioned, and he was stunningly arousing (which, from me who doesn’t really notice appearance, is saying something). I didn’t realize at first that he had a vagina, and I did a double-take, because the guy was absolutely a guy. My next thought was “I wish I was like that.” Such possibilities. If I had that I would be sluttier by an order of magnitude, were that possible. But at the same time, I’m not sure I would change if I was offered the chance; my cock my be pointless for sex, but it’s mine, and I’m accustomed to it. Besides, I’ve invested a lot of time and effort into conditioning my ass into something that multiple men have told me is better pussy than any vagina, so why change?

I have been all over on this issue. And I am often cast in the role of "closed minded bigot" because of my personal tastes and practices. The issue has further resonance for me because I live in a state of involuntary transition and am unable to access the tools to keep me As Male As I am and wish to be. [ the long and short is that my Testosterone is being turned into Estrogen and i don't want it to] I cannot say how many trans people have donned pitchforks and tor he's because I have stated that I will not Date/ Have sex with a transperson -Transmasc /Transfemme makes no difference to me. This is not to say I am against Trans people. Quite the contrary! It may be clichéd to say "I am not prejudiced against [insert group] because I have this friend. However I have been the person that several Transmen and Women have come out to, when they were learning to accept themselves. With all the above being said, I am not aware of any man being able to deviate from what turns him on. If a man with a vag. is not your thing, you're not going to be super thrilled with mixing/ mingling with such a man in such an intimate setting as a bathhouse. Same for a woman with a cock. However, Bathhouses cater to a large clientele. Somecare only hot for muscle, some are only into Senior Silver Dads Some people are into Bears, others into Chubs/SuperChubs, while Only Twinks will do for others. Thing is we all have to learn to co-exist. I'd personally prefer to spend my time with men that were born Male, identify as Male, that have penises ,testis and produce sperm. That's what makes my soldier stand. that's what I'd like to see when I pay to be in that venue Unfortunately, while separate but equal gathering places of this type are the fantasy; Separate but equal anything is neither Separate nor Equal. So I'll smile and politely decline invitations from patrons that don't do anything for me.

so this BBC top just ubered me to his house. I was a little nervous at first til I pulled up to this nice house, he said to just walk in and find him in the living room, and DAM! SEXY black man, fit, with a 12 inch thick cock laying naked, I'm a submissive bottom, and told him to just tell me what to do when I get there, so this hot man says, get those clothes off and get on your knees. I do just that, I take his bbc down my throat as he starts fn my throat deep, then he says, now let me see those cheeks, that bbc slaps my hole and he slams into me and was suprised that I didn't pull away, then he says, oh you know how to take dick huh. I moan, mmm yes sir. he grabs a condom but I say with pouty face, no glove sir bareback only please, with a big grin he starts pounding my then tight hole, he had me in every position, within 10 min I feel his shooting ropes deep in me but he doesn't stop. by the time I leave he filled me 3x! before I left he tells me he will send a car at midnight tomorrow. and be ready for him a his 2 friends. I can't fn wait!!

This is what your writing does to me.....

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.

I was able to suck my own dick until about 25 or 26. I could get the whole head in my mouth and a little bit further. Not only was it a huge turn on for me, but I can’t tell you how many guys got off watching me do it. It’s also a beautiful position and feeling to have someone rim my ass at the same time.

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.

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.

Part 20 Prequel: ''The Real Chase Begins'' Again I was led between cellar level and the first floor into Sir's bedroom. The curtains were open as was the window, and the full moon beamed in lighting up the whole room. Suddenly my sleep deprived and wired feeling just left me as I in a heartbeat felt energised and very much alive. The freestanding mirror from the spare bedroom was now in here, situated in front of the window and half way down the length of the bed, just so I could see Master USE me if I was at any point unable to turn my head to the left to look into the full length wardrobe mirrors. The black vinyl sheet was still covering Sir's mattress, and on it where my head would usually lie on a pillow were three tourniquets, an empty 3ml syringe with needle, a syringe with T in it, and some cotton pads. I was told to sit on the edge of the bed facing the door, and wait. Master left the room, and when he returned gone was Sir's Muir, the Leather Waistcoat, and his army boots. Now his attire consisted of his executioner hood which I loved him in, really set his deep set eyes off a treat. And on his feet were now with a pair of 20 hole boots with red laces. And that was it. After that he was completely naked! Without delay a tourniquet was attached to each of my arms, and the remaining one he attached to one of his arms. I was told to hold one of the cotton pads in prep for a potential incoming puncture site....

It’s where you take random frozen loads in a condom and fill it til full then use it as a cum dildo. I collect loads out cruising from discarded condoms as well as get guys to send me loads in the mail for me to use on my boys.

CHAPTER 1: Tyler dad made a fortune with the exploitation of swingers sex club. In the weekends the club was packed with straight and bi couples. After Tyler’s mom died his dad blocked all emotions and was only busy working. Tyler had a friend at school to talk with, but when they grew older the conversions mostly were about girls. A subject that didn’t do much for Tyler. When he was online he came across a link to a gay porn website a world opened up. When he was 18 he discovered Grindr and after his first time having sex he wanted more. Within a few month he frequently visited sex parties. At one of these parties he met a few guys that introduced him to chems and took him to other more intense parties. He saw boys taking load after load and begging to become part of the brotherhood. Tyler knew right away that he wanted to be one of them. A few months before turning 19 he got the news that he was POZ and to celebrate he took a biohazard tattoo on his dick. In the next few years he started to cover his body with tattoos. After coming home from a POZ party he found his dad lying dead in the hallway; A heart attack. Tyler was heartbroken but determined to turn this into something positive. He closed and stripped the swingers cluband after a few months re-opened as a gay bathhouse. Tyler hired 12 good-looking young boys as staff. He only hired boys he knew from the POZ parties. The only thing the boys wear while working is a leather harness with a cocking with an anal plug attached. The harness has a lock and can only be removed with a key. Only customers with a green or red wristband are allow to touch the staff. All other customers without a special wristband that touch the boys without consent is banned. The bathhouse is open from 11:00 in the morning until 3:00 at night, but for customers with a wristband can stay 24/7. The red wristband are members which Tyler personal invited. You can only become a member through another member and when you are young than 40, POZ and not on meds. Boys between 18 and 25 get a green wristband. Every night after 3:00 the bathhouse is change into one big POZ party hosted by Tyler. Anyone that wants to use condoms is asked to leave and chems are allowed. Before the party starts the boys with the green wristband Tyler likes are offered a drink secretly laced with G. Last week Tyler saw a boy that he wants to convert into his personal slut. The boy was 20 years old with medium-long blond hair that was tied together tight in a small tail. His body was athletic and hairless. Everyone without a wristband is asked to get dressed. The blond boy also walks towards the lockers. Tyler stops him and ask “You don’t have to leave”. The boy replies “I’m here with my brother and he’s 26 so he has no wristband”. Tyler grabs a wristband from behind the counter and says “Now you can both stay”. The boy smiles and nods. After 5 minutes he’s back with his brother. “You could be twins” Tyler says before asking their names. The youngest is called Zack and the oldest is Dane. “Want a drink boys?” asks Tyler while handing them a laced drink. Both boys nod. Tyler tells two of his staff to keep refilling when the glasses are empty. In total 11 boys and 17 members stayed. Most of them took of their towels showing their big dicks. Some boys can’t hide their lust and move towards a group of black guys with huge black cocks sticking out. The first 2 boys get worked down on their knees and 2 others automatically get down. You can hear the boys gagging on the monster cocks. Tyler walks towards the brothers. Zack say “It’s getting warm here”. Tyler replies “Let’s lay down over there”. The boys lay down on the huge bed in the orgy room. Tyler removes his short and shirt. “Wow! Love the tattoos” says Dane. “Yeah they look good on your ripped body” Zack adds. Tyler thanks both boys. “Your bodies are also hot… why not remove your towels” he replies. Both boys remove the towels revealing two huge cocks. Tyler’s cock starts to grow. “He likes what he seeing” Dane says to Zack pointing at Tyler's growing dick. Zack moves down and swallows Tyler's cock. Dane begins to move away. “Where are you going?” asks Tyler. “We never have sex in a threesome” he replies. “Are you afraid of competition??” Tyler says laughing before asking one of his staff to bring him his pipe. “This calms your nerves” Tyler says. He lights the pipes and starts to inhale. The boy that brought the pipe whispers in Dane’s ear. Tyler grabs Dane and pulls him closer for a kiss and gives him a shotgun. After 10 seconds he exhales. Tyler repeats that twice and then does the same with Zack. “What is that?” Zack asks but Tyler doesn’t respond and pushes Zack down again. “Suck that cock” Tyler says pushing Dane towards the boy that brought the pipe. Dane swallow down the cock while tyler starts to suck Dane’s dick. Tyler get a small tube of lube and places it at Dane’s hole. The small nozzle enters his hole with easy. He squirts a load of lube inside. Dane moans. “Yes it burns a bit but in a few seconds it will stop” Tyler replies. Tyler know that the lube contains enough Tina to transform him into a perfect slut. He asks Zack if he want to squirt some lube in his ass before asking him to turn around. Zack also moans when the lube begins to take effect. Both boys start to moan louder. “This will make the feeling more intense” says Tyler as he starts to blindfold both boys. “My boy will fuck you Zack and you will fuck me and i will fuck Dane” Tyler explains. But instead of doing what he said he lays down manoeuvres Zack onto his dick. Zack slowly gets impaled by the big cock. “Next” Tyler says. One of the others boys helps Dane To manoeuvre on top of his younger brothers dick. When the whole cock is swallowed by Dane’s hole he starts to ride the pole. “Your ass feels amazing Tyler” moans Zack. “His dick feels even better” says Dane. 4 people are filming how both brothers fuck each other. After 10 minutes we switch position. After removing the blindfold Tyler says “Dane i would love to see you fuck you younger brother”. “What?! No way… I will be the worse sex ever!” Dane shouts. “No i’m sure you’ll both enjoy it” Says Tyler with a grin. “Never” replies Zack. Both boys are handed a phone playing the video made earlier. Their eyes are wide open while fingering their holes. “You want my cock in your ass Dane? Then you know what to do.” Tyler adds. Dane can’t hide the urge for cock. He trows his brother on his stomach and positions his dick. Zack struggles a bit. “Stop struggling. I’m the oldest so you do as i say.” Dane growls before slamming his cock deep inside his brother. Tyler gets in position behind Dane and slips his cock in Dane’s ass”. They fuck as an well-synced machine. Tyler gives a sign and two boys grab Zack’s arm tie a rubber band around it. Before Zack knows whats happening a syringe enters his vein and the Tina enters the bloodstream. “Take a good look and see him change in a horny slut” Tyler whispers in Dane’s ear. The rubber band snaps off and Zack starts to cough. Hie begins to moan while his body starts to pulsate. His ass opens up and Dane’s dick sinks deeper inside. Dane feels the head of his cock passing the second ring. The second ring begins to tighten around the swollen head. Dane tries to pull out but the right tightens with every attempt. A warm feeling begins to build op in Dane’s balls. Zack begins to moan louder when he feels his brothers dick swell up. With a deep animalistic grunt he starts to shoot thick streams of cum deep inside his young brother. After 3 minutes he pulls out and falls exhausted besides his brother. Tyler gives another signand before Dane can act the rubber band snaps off and he start to couch. Tyler yells “It’s time boys” and within 20 seconds all 12 boys working for him are gathered around him. “Like you all became brothers these 2 will also brothers. So dump as many of your loads containing my toxic dna deep inside them”. After Tyler’s speech he flips zack on his back lifts his legs and begins to pound his ass using Dane’s cum as lube. At the same time the first of his boys begins fucking Dane. Tyler begins to fuck harder. Zack begins begging for more. “Yes Harder… Give me more…”. Tyler begin to laugh and says “I want to hear you beg for my cum… beg me for my POZ cum..”. The Tina turned Zack a fuck slut without a will of his own as he start to beg Tyler to POZ him. “Yes fuck me harder… I want your load… your dirty POZ load… make me yours…”. Tyler gets turned on by these words he feels his cum boiling in his balls. He looks at Dane and sees how one of his boy shoot a third load in his ass. Tyler grunts deep and shoot a huge load in Zack’s ass. As he pulls out the cum comes gushing out the open ass. Quickly one of the boys takes his place. After shooting a huge load in Dane’s ass Tyler walks back to the bar area. His cocks begins to get hard when he sees how a slim twink boy slowly sliding on to a black monster cock. The whole 12.5” disappears inside the boy. “Did you cover your dick with crystals?” asks another black dude. “Yes… i can feel his body giving in… wanna try if he’s ready?” says the one with his dick deep in the boy. He pulls the twink close to his chest and wraps his arm around him. The other positions him self behind the boy and starts to push his 11” cock besides the other dick. The boys body start shaking and the boys begs to stop. The second dick slowly stretches the boys hole to the max. Slowly the dick sinks deeper until it’s completely disappears. Slowly he starts to move his cock in and out. Faster and Faster. The boys is moaning from pleasure. “I’m close” the first black guy yells. “Me too” replies the other. They both ram their cocks deep inside, This is to much for the young boy and passes out. Both dicks unload deep in his ass. One pulls out as a third black cock takes it’s place. “I will wake him up!” and rams his big cock inside. The boy body twitches and with a loud cry he’s comes back. The cum gets fuck out of his ass. The boy gets pounded hard for at least another 15 minutes before getting a third load planted deep in his ass. Tyler smiles and is glad to see that another boy is converted into a POZ cum slut. TO BE CONTINUED?

That's a good method, and another is to fill pony-glasses, freeze them so they're always at hand when needed. The shape of the frozen loads (in pony glasses) is ideal for popping one in your mouth, and shoving it up a Hole with your tongue (smaller end first, of course). Once frozen, you can transfer them to condoms if you like that better. Make sure to announce the "house rule" when you have several guys over: no wasted loads. If a guy has to unload, and no Hole is available at the moment, grab a glass and fill it .... then, as above.

It is so hot when a man lends his cocksucker out to another man. Or better when they agree to swap cocksuckers. I usually end up with a new feeder 😉

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.

It sounds like the phrase "topping from the bottom" 🙂

Being an 'on call' cocksucker has become my main 'sperm source' nowadays. The rest of the time, when I'm 'not in use', I'm available for other men at rest areas along the highways. There are enough men looking for a easy and willing cunt to dump their sperm loads into 😉 My throat has become a sperm gutter for many men over the years. There is no other way to describe it. I just love being on my knees feeling cock slide down my throat. It's hard work to keep being a good cumdump. I train my throat on a daily basis to keep the gag reflex away. I just love pushing a dildo down my throat every morning when i'm showering. And train the other cunt every other day as it is used not so regularly. But it needs to stay 'fuckable' as well. It was fisted a lot as a younger boy so I dont really need to take care of it. My sperm feeders are mostly straight, married men with high sex-drives reaching from young dads to older men who have become granddads. Men who take their 'junk' seriously. They use me for their daily sexual needs but turn to their wives for romance and making kids. They are very open about it to me: as long as I stay available all the time, I will keep being their 'regular cocksucker'. I love it that way. They are superb men and it is an honor for me to serve them. Some of them have been dumping their loads in me for years. Others last only a couple of times. I gain new regular feeders at the rest areas. It's a mans right to find the right cumdump for them. I live a wonderful life this way. I have managed to live the life I have been dreaming about since I was a young kid. Being just a simple sperm faggot for all men to use. Its my perpose.

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!

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.

The idea of impregnating/ conceiving is very erotic. I love picturing millions of a guys sperm inside me with each one attaching then penetrating my gut lining.

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.

Part 19: ''My Master sleeps'' Sir's presence was now completely absent leaving behind just my Master and I. With the exception of food/drink breaks, a few short rests, and a huge 10 hour sleep that my Master would enjoy later tonight, he for the next 36+ hours which would bring us to tomorrow night with the imminent full moon would spend that entire time Fucking me, Fisting me, torturing my fag-boy tits, pissing on and in me, and generally using me and my body any way he deemed fit. I would be used all over Sir's house; on vinyl play sheets/mats either on Sir's bed, in the cellar-dungeon, and in the living room too. The last hour or so of this 36+ hour marathon would see a bloodied crescendo in more ways than one! 💉 - Who has broken their contract with my friend Doug? - Me my Master. But I just cannot resist you - You are so intoxicating that I just cannot resist you. Maybe it was really a case of that I was so intoxicated with Chems that I could not resist anyone! 😈 The chain on my collar was tightened forcing me higher into an upright pozition where the real boss who had taken full control and advantage of the situation continued to fuck me in a moderately paced all the way out to the tip and back to balls deep squelchy sloppy loose fuck. Once again my Master had me in hog heaven! But it was now time for a change of scenery as I was led back down to the cellar dungeon. Apart from the stairs down to ground level and into the cellar I crawled there as I was led by my leash to my new pig-happy environment. I was ordered to lie in the sling, and without being restrained I lay there for four solid uninterrupted hours, spun, and where my cunt received a good thorough fisting. Three hours of those four had passed.... - How far have you got to now, Master? - Mid Bicep, faggot-boy! After spending the day Fucking and Fisting me, and drinking Beer so he could piss on and in me it was time for my Master to get a long sleep having not slept as much last night as he normally would. He knew that me being spun I would not be able to resist waking him up to play, so he locked me down in the cellar dungeon where I was given specific instructions, which were; Point 1: Drink plenty of electrolyte fluid for which he prepared and supplied. Point 2. Do NOT remove the Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps. Point 3: Do not blow anymore clouds as tomorrow I would be blowing more alongside receiving a meth-blast into my vein. With Sir now already at his mum's home and Master having gone upstairs for a good sleeping rest I was down here in the cellar-dungeon all alone. And here I was flying high and super horny! I guzzled down a huge amount of electrolyte drink, a lot of it, I was very thirsty it seems. Being left alone, and high n horny too, I set about finding what I could to satisfy me, and it did not take long. I went over to Sir's very large wooden box underneath the staircase and found the biggest dildo. Its measurements came in at; CirCUMference of the flared head 10.75" CirCUMference of mid shaft 10" CirCUMference of shaft 8" Total length 17.5" of which 15" was the shaft and 2.5" the balls/base. I placed myself parallel to the floor to ceiling mirror on the vinyl sheet mattress and got ready for take off. One month ago there is no way I could have even got 1mm of this monster inside of me, but absolutely no effort was required as I slid down on it taking in all 15" of the shaft into my super hungry cunt. I manoeuvred myself into a proper sitting pozition as to attempt to take in the balls too, and it did not take much work at all.... I had with great ease just taken all 17.5" inside of me, and it felt fantastic. That 13"er would not touch my sides now! I alternated between having it all inside of me and just rocking my hips, or sliding all the way off and all the way on it again. I repeated this over and over for the next four hours, and I had now reached a point where I was about to disobey my Master, I just could not take anymore, and at that moment I removed the Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps. I looked at my fag-boy tits, and they were weeping. Clearly Sir had trained them to a certain point but their progress had plateaued. I gently touched them, and I whimpered as I could feel how very sore they now were. Using my hands and arms I pushed myself up from the seated pozition, pushed as though I was having a bowel movement, and out popped the balls portion of the 17.5" monster that was buried deep inside of me. I then slowly slid off and stood up where I done a great big piss. The huge piss I had just taken reminded me to drink more, and reminded me that I actually was very thirsty. I guzzled more electrolyte drink down and took to riding the 17.5" monster again, this time around for another three hours as I splashed about in my own piss. And after seven hours of solo play it suddenly hit me, I had a strong urge to go to sleep, but I was high and wired as fuck. I looked into the mirror and my eyes appeared dark and dull. I released the monster toy from my now extremely battered cunt and went to lie down in the sling where I spent four hours drifting in and out of sleep, probably not getting anymore than a few minutes at a time. I was so stimulated that I could not sleep, yet so sleep deprived that I was sporadically nodding off. My Master had been gone for eleven hours; ten hours asleep, and one hour eating/drinking. He returned wearing the same attire as last night of Muir, Leather Waistcoat, and his army Boots.... I had semi dozed off at the point my Master returned to the cellar-dungeon. He saw the 17.5" Monster that I had been playing with for several hours which he picked up and brought with him, and he saw my piss on the vinyl sheet, and me laying in the sling too minus the Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps. My face was firmly slapped.... - OI, wake up faggot-boy. - Eh, wha'.... Master.... where am I? - Did you use this whilst I was away? - Yes, Master. He slapped my face again, this time much harder.... - And where are the Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps? I gave specific instructions that they were not meant to come off. - Despite being high n horny they were becoming overly sore. I'm so sorry, Master He inspected my complaint. - Aaaahhhh, I see. Fair enough, they are weeping quite a bit. You seem wired. - Yes Master. I feel very horny still, but very tired too. I was given a fresh set of clouds to blow. As I got a fresh high Master dried the piss soaked vinyl sheet and once I was high again he ordered me to kneel on it, at that sexy AF 45 degree angle to the ceiling to floor mirror. He climbed behind me, spread my legs as wide as they would go, and re-entered me, only this time he was not just balls deep, he had pushed his big balls INSIDE of me! - Fucking HELL faggot-boy, can you feel me inside of you? - No Master, I do not feel a thing. - I'm not surprised, neither do I.... Fuck, you have completely trashed that cunt of yours.... Fuck, this feeling of fucking hot wet air with the odd caress of velvet soft meat occasionally breezing by is enough to make me shoot my dirty seed prematurely, FUCK.... He pulled out, went and sat on Sir's antique armchair, and starting early in the day he was back on the cold Beers and one of Sir's fat cigars. - Go on, show me what you can do with that huge toy you played with whilst I was away. The day soon went by as more Fisting, Fucking, piss-play and now toy-play was had. I did not know it yet as I had lost all track of time and as I was in the cellar-dungeon, but night had fallen. But my Master knew alright! I once again was flagging, and more so than last time. - It's time for some real nasty FUN. C'mon, follow me....

Part 18: ''The New Lock'' Sir went outside and took to digging up and picking some vegetables as he said he would. His Leather Jacket remained in the hallway! 😈 As soon as he was out the door my Master grabbed the cellar door key, unlocked it, and came down. What was I upto? I was tired, yet still high and horny, and now lying naked in the sling except for my pointless fag-dick cage tweaking on my little piglet-tits. My Master grabbed the cloud blowing gear that he had tucked away out of sight and came over to the sling.... - You are a naughty faggot-boy aren't you. How did you get out? - You forgot to restrain my second wrist, Master. - I see. I remember being tired and busting for a piss. I wasn't fully on my game. Here, take this, and get a fresh new high. - Fuck YES, Master. I really need this. As I heated the T my Master now removed the fitted vinyl sheet (the dry one without the piss) from the mattress and hurried upstairs. What was he upto? He looked out the window to make sure Sir was still outside, then raced up to his bedroom where he removed the cotton sheet and replaced it with the vinyl sheet. Going into the spare bedroom where he slept he grabbed the full starter sub-kit and brought it into Sir's bedroom. Then he came back downstairs and into the cellar where I was now on a fresh cloudy high. - C'mon, follow me. - Yes, Master. I followed him from the cellar all the way up to Sir's bedroom, completely naked, spun, and my skin and hair covered in dry piss. - Now get on the bed directly facing the window in the kneeling position with that sexy beefy ass of yours sitting on your heels. - Yes, Master. I sat there, directly facing the closed window which made me parallel to the full length wardrobe mirrors, naked except for the cage around my pointless fag-dick. The full starter sub-kit bag was opened and various objects crucial to the present moment were removed. My Master promptly attached to my neck a steel collar with a long steel chain that was attached to it. A pair of Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps were then placed beside me, not onto my piglet-tits quite yet. - Look what I have here faggot-boy. - The key to my cage. So Sir left his Leather Jacket behind. - Indeed he did. In went the key to the lock, and my cage for the first time in nearly 1 month came away from my now shrivelled pointless fag-dick. I started giggling at what had now become a mere micro dick. - Fuck, hahahaha, it's become so fucking tiny. - Yes, it is pathetic looking. Whatever the case maybe I need it out of my sight and I need you to keep your focus in on your cunt and my highly charged T☣️xiC-poz Dick. - Fuck YES Master. I know who the alpha stud is around here and who is the fag, the bitch, the whore, the inferior worm, the slut that is here to SERVE you! And on to my shrivelled little micro dick went Master's own cage. My Master walked over to the closed window and looked out... - Aaaahhhh, Doug still digging up some organic vegetables for his dear lovely mum, such a wonderful kind woman, whilst his faggot-boy is up here, high, horny, collared, and now locked.... by ME! Turning away from the window and now facing me my skinny Master with veins bulging on all four limbs stood back to admire HIS locked pig who was now.... High. Horny. Collared. READY! My Master looked fucking stunning. He was now wearing Sir's Muir which complimented his deep set eyes wonderfully. That was the only thing of Sir's that he now had on. He also was now with a Leather Waistcoat and back to what he arrived in on his feet; his army boots. He came behind me, climbed onto Sir's bed, pushed me forwards so I was now on all fours, pushed my legs apart, lubed up his hand and forearm with Crisco, and without any resistance entered in the blink of an eye my loose, cock and cum hungry, battered neg cunt right upto mid forearm. I groaned with an intense out of body pleasure... - Oh FUCK Master.... - Are you okay faggot-boy? - Fuck YES Master. I just wish you were fisting me deeper. - Well, I am already half way up my forearm with no real effort required. We have plenty of time, no rush. - My cunt is YOURS Master. USE it how you so desire. For the next hour my Master fisted me reaching up to his elbow, and then.... The sound of Sir's engine sprang to life. Master slowly withdrew his forearm from my now very stretched Crisco laden cunt, towel wiped his fist and forearm, went over to the window and opened it as wide as it would go, and then came the pair of Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps that without pause were clamped onto my little piglet-tits. - Ow, ow, ow... Fuck... Ouch, my tits are hurting Master. These are nothing like the clamps that Sir has used up until now. The only response to my expression of pain is my Master climbing behind me and sliding back into my nasty cunt balls deep, all 12" of his T☣️xiC Fuck-Meat. He did not hold onto my shoulders nor my waist or hips, no, he held onto me via the long steel leash attached to the collar. He pulled on it so tightly that my body was brought up into a semi upright pozition with my hands hovering about two inches from above the vinyl sheet. My mind and body were all over the place. My cunt tingled as I could barely feel Master inside of me, I was high and horny, and with all of that intense pleasure was the new pain that consumed my fag-boy tits. A swift demotion from piglet-tits. After a few minutes of being fucked this collared worm and his alpha stud now heard the sound of moving tyres on gravel as Sir pulled away from the house.... - Who are you locked by? - YOU, my Master. - And who now owns you? You do, my Master. - Well, almost. I will officially own you if I am the one to knock you up. - I want you to be the one, Master. - Want me to be the one what? And I need you to say it as loud as you can, the universe needs to hear you say it. Sir would now be approaching the end of his gravel driveway. - PLEASE knock me up Master. I want you to be the one coursing through my DNA forever more. Stick it to this faggot, this inferior worm! And with that, Sir was gone, with I am sure my contract out of the window too!

Part 16: ''Two Nights until the Full Moon'' An hour had passed since my Master dumped his T☣️xiC dirty seed deep in my cock and cum hungry cunt and we were still fucking in the upright position he pulled me into shortly after my very lucky breeding. We were both covered in sweat. As for his piss, he was kneeling in it, and I was covered in it alongside my meth sweat. And more importantly, my Master was still hard. He hadn't lost his erection ever since he spewed out an obscene amount of dirty seed! Maybe he had taken a Viagra or something. He finally withdrew from my now extremely loose and battered cum filled cunt, got us both off of the piss soaked vinyl sheet and was now in the process of towel drying both of us from his piss that we had been splashing about in. And now came the attire. Aside from my chastity cage we were both completely naked. He slipped back on Sir's Police Boots and his own executioner hood, and me, well, he dressed me up in what was Sir's favourite outfit for me, and mine too, so for the first time whilst high on meth I wore the two piece rubber outfit of a red rubber jockstrap and the red rubber H Harness. - C'mon faggot-boy, let's take this upstairs. By upstairs I thought he meant the living room, but no, he had other plans. We exited the cellar to reach ground floor where he then gestured me to follow him upstairs. The spare room maybe? Wrong again! We very soon found ourselves outside of Sir Doug's bedroom. He reached for the door handle. - What are you doing, isn't Sir asleep? - That's right. But don't worry, nothing will wake him. A couple of sleeping tablets and several beers and he is out for the count. Nothing will wake him. Trust me. As my Master's hand went to open the door I let out the most ginormous cum fart with a lot of Master's dirty seed squirting out and onto the floor. It was a good job it was laminate and not carpet! Raising his forehead and clicking his middle finger with his thumb he pointed towards the pool of what had just dropped out of my loose cunt - Now you CLEAN THAT UP faggot-boy. - Yes, Master.... Sorry, Master. I instinctively got down on my knees. But before I could start to lap it up Master crouched down to my head height and shoved my face into his precious load that I so carelessly let drop out of me. - I said CLEAN IT UP! I eagerly got to work and ate all that my cunt had released. I loved Master demanding that I eat it as there is no way I was not having all of his dirty seed inside of me. As I lapped up the last few drops a pair of Police Boots stepped forwards.... - Shine 'em up faggot-boy Before I had even a second to drop out my tongue to get to the task in hand on one of my favourite jobs of all my Master grabbed a hold of my hair then pushed my head down right onto his boot, well, Sir Doug's boot. With my mouth pressed against the leather I could not speak, but I did mumble a unintelligible muffled ''Yes Master''. I had been boot shining for a while when... - Let me inspect your work. I shuffled back and knelt upright, my bare ass sat on my heels, kitted out in my red rubber gear. - Very good faggot-boy, a very good job indeed. Time for your reward for pleasing me. It's a full moon in two nights time, and tonight it will already be very bright. And we are not in town so there will be a beautiful array of stars in the clear sky too. C'mon, let's take a look. And with that he opened Sir Doug's bedroom door, ordered me to position myself so my locked pointless fag-dick and pelvis were on the corner of the bed with my feet on the floor and my arms straight and fists clenched as to give my body sturdy support on the mattress to arch my beefy ass out. The same bed that Sir Doug was asleep in right now! He was snoring louder than I had ever heard him snore before so he was well out of it. But.... would he wake? Master flung open the curtains which made Sir Doug's dark bedroom instantly light up as the moon beamed in. I was facing the window with the pozition I was in, with the full length wardrobe mirrors at a angle to my torso to the right. Master came up behind me and slid his 12" T☣️xiC Fuck Weapon balls deep into my loose and battered cum filled cunt, just holding that pozition of his throbbing twitching poz-piston still.... - You love having dirty seed pumped deep into your neg cunt don't you faggot? - Yes Master. - You have any dirty seed in your cunt right now? - Yes Master. - Whose dirty seed is in you now then? - Yours, my Master. - And would you care if as a result of all the high risk condom-less sex you have had tonight you became HIV positive? Now look at me in the mirror when you answer. We both looked at one another via our reflections in the wardrobe mirrors, and what I could see was a very skinny, Police Boot and executioner hood clad 66 years and 6 month old poz since the mid 1980s alpha-stud fucking my 22 year old part smooth part hairy gym trained body. I looked into his deep set eyes via our reflections in the wardrobe mirrors.... - I do not care.... Master! That alcohol and sleeping tablet combination sure was potent, Sir was sleeping and snoring his head off throughout all of this.

I'm a top and I tend to have an emotional connection to the bottom. Since I'm going to fuck the guy, it's obvious that I like him. After sex, I still like him and I want to fuck him again as long as he feels the same. For me, no one is ever just a receptacle.

Part 8 I lost track of whose tongue was in my mouth, and whose hands were doing what to my body. It was a tangle of naked bodies on the mat. I was lost in the sheer sexual energy, never having felt anything like this before. I felt Apollo’s fur brushing against my body — my chest, back and legs — as he explored me. At the same time, I felt Wil’s smooth skin soothing me as we melded into the sexual fray. Up became down, and down was up in our frenzy. At times I was on top of our pile, and then found myself on my back. All the while, Apollo was whispering to us, encouraging us. My mind was whirling. I never dreamed there could be a place like this — it was terrifying and exhilarating. “I want to see you fuck your boyfriend before I fuck you,” he whispered as the three of us made out together. I was pushed onto my back, someone sliding my jockstrap down my legs, and suddenly Wil was on top of me. Apollo was kneeling beside us, making out with Wil while one hand massaged my hardon. I knew I was rock hard, though I hadn’t topped at all tonight. “Sit on him,” Apollo instructed. Wil looked down at me, our eyes locking. For the first time I noticed his eyes were a brilliant blue, even in the club’s multicolored lighting. His face was handsome and boyish at the same time. He looked so vulnerable now, the cocky confidence he’d shown all night disappearing. And in that moment I realized he was afraid I’d say no and reject him. Apollo was reaching behind Wil, guiding my freshly lubed cock toward Wil’s hole. I felt my head insert. Itself into the diving where Wil’s hole was hiding. We froze in that moment. I hadn’t topped very often, and wasn’t sure I could pleasure Wil the way others had tonight. We just looked at each other, unexpectedly caught in our own insecurities. But I knew I wanted this. I wanted Wil, and had since the first time he smiled at me. I lifted my hips and slide inside Wil. It was like warm butter melting around my cock. I slowly began working my hips up and down, and let out a deep groan. Wil’s handsome faced contorted with surprise, disbelief, and pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me fiercely as I began to slowly fuck him. “Oh my gawd.” I don’t know which of us said it, maybe both. “That’s it,” Apollo said, “Let me see you ride your boyfriend’s nice cock.” Wil leaned back, settling his full weight on top of my groin, driving my dick all the way inside him. I had only topped a few times before. Being inside Wil felt unlike anyone else I’d fucked. His buttery ass was wrapped around my cock, and I could feel him using his muscles to milk my raging hardon. He kept his eyes locked with mine. “Show him how much you love his cock,” Apollo said. Wil began moving his hips and his legs simultaneously, working my dick so it was sliding in and out of his hole without my having to do anything. It felt amazing, and I let out a deep moan as the intense pleasure washed over me. My hands caressed Wil’s thighs, then moved across his red jockstrap that was barely containing his cock. I felt the smooth skin of his abs, and finally settled on his pecs. The beefy ginger was so fucking hot! I felt kinda drunk, though I hadn’t been drinking. The world seemed so surreal right now, Wil riding me, and surrounded by other men having sex. Apollo was right beside us, coaxing us. He kissed Wil, who seemed torn between keeping his eyes locked with mine, and surrendering to the the sculptured god next to him. I was so turned on watching them make out, but also felt this pang of jealousy that I wasn’t part of their embrace. Was Apollo going to take Wil next? I pictured Wil walking away with the god, leaving me alone on the mat. Apollo’s powerful hand rubbing my chest snapped me back into the moment. He whispered something into Wil’s ear as the sexy ginger took a hit of poppers. Then Apollo was leaning down and kissing me. Wil began riding me even harder. “He wants your load,” Apollo whispered. “Breed your boyfriend and I’ll give you my own gift.” His words stoked the fire inside me again. I began moving my hips, driving my dick up into Wil’s magic ass. “Oh my gawd! Fuck me!” Will said, breathing hard. “I’m not gonna last long,” I warned. “I want your load! Please!” He was pounding his ass down on my dick while I was driving upward. I saw the muscles in his body flexing as he worked himself into a frenzy, craving what I had to give him. He looked amazing! I felt my cock throbbing, readying for release. I had never cum inside someone before. The intensity was overwhelming. We were both moaning really loud, not caring about the others around us. “Breed him,” Apollo commanded. And the floodgates burst open. I felt waves of cum pumping through my cock, everyone one of them crashing deep inside Wil. He felt them too, rolling his head backward while riding the waves. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” My body spasmed as the waves continued to roll out, my cock suddenly feeling incredibly sensitive, and a mix of pleasure-pain gripping me. I couldn’t move any more, totally paralyzed by the intensity. Wil seemed to know, so he kept riding, driving my dick in and out of his ass, milking every drop of cum out of me. My body spasmed again. And again. Wil collapsed forward, kissing me deeply as the waves subsided. I reached up and ran a hand through his hair as he tenderly kissed me. His hair was soaked with sweat, which only made him sexier. The dichotomy of the moment wasn’t lost on me — Wil and I sharing a tender moment in the midst of a writhing pile of naked bodies. But their moans and groans of pleasure and pleasure-pain were just white noise in the background of our moment. Wil begrudgingly slipped off my dick, which was still hard. I felt the cooler air blowing across the cum-slick skin as Wil settled in beside me. We were both still breathing hard while we made out, our hearts pounding. “Thank you,” he whispered. “That was amazing,” I told him. He just kissed me again. My load was inside Wil. I’d never put a load inside someone before. I marveled at the thought that part of me was now part of him. I nuzzled against his sweaty body. I started to wonder what we would do next. Was he going to leave? There was an unexpected pang in my chest at the thought. Wil suddenly looked up, his gaze following the length of my body. His wicked ginger grin was suddenly back. “I think someone’s about to get fucked.” I felt my legs being lifted in the air. Apollo was there, kneeling at my ass, resting my legs on his shoulders as he positioned us for what was to come next. I felt cold glass under my nose. Wil pinched off one nostril saying, “I think you’re gonna want these. That’s it, babe. Take a deep huff. Now the other side. Take one more for good measure, babe. He’s packing.” As the poppers hit me, I felt disoriented, a mix of the magical rush and aftermath of the intense orgasm. Apollo was between my legs and at my hole. I felt the intense heat coming off the head of his cock, soothing my twitching hole. He was godlike, the sculpted torso looming over me. Was I really about to be fucked by someone like him? I’d seen these bodies in porn, I’d fantasized about it, but never believed it could be real. Then I felt the heated pressure against my hole, pushing it open again. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t resist this man. He closed his eyes as he smoothly sank his cock inside me. Despite being fucked earlier, my hole still needed to stretch to accommodate him. I groaned as my hole spasmed, but Apollo didn’t stop. He opened his smoldering eyes, seeing me and seeing through me at the same time. He shifted his hands to my ankles and spread my legs. I could clearly see his entire torso, mesmerized by the sleeping muscles in his 6 pack before the amazing feeling of his cock fucking me made my eyes roll back. “That’s it, babe. Let him take you.” Will kissed me eagerly as Apollo found his rhythm inside me. “Oh my gawd that’s amazing.” Apollo started to fuck me harder. He arched his back, spreading my legs even wider, I could see the taught muscles in my own legs from years of soccer. I felt totally powerless in his grip, unable to control what was happening to my body. He leaned forward, rolling me backward onto my upper back and shoulders, crushing the air out of me. Is this how wrestlers feel, I briefly thought. “You are so beautiful,” the god-like man said soothingly. Apollo’s body had a musky, masculine smell that was intoxicating. His thick cock was drilling down into me now. All I could do was grunt with each deep thrust. “Do you want the gift I have to give you?” “Yes,” I meeped out, still unable to get a full breath with his weight crushing me. It was somewhat frightening being this powerless. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t find Wil, and wondered if he had left me here. Apollo was consuming me, and I wanted him to keep going. Apollo kissed me deeply, never missing a stroke of his cock pleasuring itself inside my ass. He closed his eyes, immersing himself in the feelings coming from below. He rose up, pulling my legs into the air with him, my weight still on my shoulders in a position I didn’t think possible. I could breathe again. He started pounding away, my body quaking with the powerful thrusts. I had to spread my arms wide for balance. On the cool vinyl mat, and that was when I felt Wil still right beside me. I turned my head and saw he was captivated by the sight of Apollo drilling into me. I felt like I was half floating, my legs flailing as he relentlessly banged away at my hole. “Fuck, babe, that is SO HOT!!” I couldn’t speak. The most I could muster was a whimper. The god had me in his embrace. I was powerless to stop him. I wouldn’t stop him even if I could. I knew what he was offering. I wanted the gift he had for me. It was coming. “Give it to me! Apollo roared, drowning out the music and other sexual sounds in the loft. I felt his cock throbbing inside me, releasing the gift to me. Apollo’s seeds spread through my naked body, planting his gift within. I panted-moaned as he finished his conquest, his roar having brought everyone’s attention to his marking me. Apollo gentled lowered us back to the mat. My muscles were aching. He slid his generous cock out, but I still felt warm and full. ”Are you okay?” Wil asked softly, placing a hand on my heaving chest. I could only nod, words completely beyond my abilities at the moment. I felt incredibly vulnerable, exposed, but Wil felt like a safe haven. Apollo leaned in and kissed me. Then he kissed Wil. “That was beautiful. I hope you liked.” He rubbed my body, working his way from my shoulders down to my feet, as if examining a trophy he had won. In that moment I realized my sneakers and socks were gone, too. When had he stripped the last pieces of clothing from me? I felt even more exposed, keenly aware I was the only naked person in the Loft. He rubbed my feet, which felt amazing. “You are simply beautiful,” he said, and I felt myself glowing. Was I really that good looking that someone like him would notice me? I’d certainly never thought so before. He set my legs back onto the mat, kissed me again, then stood and walked away. Reality started to set in again. I was totally naked on a black vinyl mattress in middle of a room of guys having sex. My jock and and sneakers were MIA. This beefy ginger was cradling me in his arms, someone I’d not known a few hours ago, yet felt strangely connected to. He made me feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. Watching Apollo disappear down the stairs, I worried that Wil would be next to go. I imagined what my friends would say seeing me laying here — or worse, my family!!! I couldn’t even picture explaining to my family at a July 4th picnic what I’d done here tonight. I was suddenly that guy I heard others make fun of in the gay bars; the guy who had to go to the bookstore to get laid in secret. But tonight was different. This place was different. Sex was out in the open, and I saw a lot of really good looking guys. Hell, I’d just had sex with a god! My head was spinning again with the mix of emotions, and I wasn’t sure what to do with them all. Most importantly, I didn’t understand why I was craving more.

Part 7 “You cool if we hang here for a little longer?” Wil asked me. “Upstairs wasn’t looking very busy when we walked around.” “Sure.” I wasn’t sure at all. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. And if Wil weren’t standing there in his matching red jockstrap and sneakers, I may have bolted. He took my hand. “Come on,” he said, taking my hand and leading me through the dark maze of plywood walls and cutouts. I could see guys walking around on the other side of some of the barriers, mostly seeing legs and an occasion bare dick through the cutouts. Wil walked confidently through the maze, guiding me toward the back of the room. There was a plywood board parallel to the back wall, the light even dimmer than in other areas of the maze. “This is usually a hot spot.” He kissed me again. “Back your ass up against the opening,” he pointed at one of three cutouts in the plywood. As I did, he did the same in front of the next cutout. “Now what?” I asked. He grinned in the twilight, still holding my hand. “Now we wait. Let’s see which ass they pick first.” I flashed to thoughts of training with my teammates. I wonder what they are doing tonight. Definitely not walking around in a jockstrap being fucked by randos. What would they say if any of them knew I was here doing this? Yeah, they hook up. Go to a party or bar, pick someone up, take them home and fuck them. But this is totally different. Am I supposed to be doing this? Wil grunted and squeezed my hand. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” “What is it?” “Big cock!” he gasped. I watched as he adjusted his body position, spreading his legs a little wider, arching his back slightly, and placing both hands against the wall in front of him. He whimpered and his head shot up, looking like he was straining. “Fuck that’s big,” he gasped. He was fumbling with his bottle of poppers in the dark, so I reached out to steady his hand, guiding the open bottle under his nose. “Thanks, babe.” As the rush hit him, some of the strain in his muscles faded, and his handsome face relaxed into more of a satisfied look. His nicely proportioned body looked really hot, his pale skin standing out more than mine in the dark lights. He was starting to groan in rhythm with his new fuck. Watching Wil, I was suddenly feeling nervous – for him as he strained to take that dick, and for myself anticipating what could come through my cutout. Looking at his body next to mine, I tried to copy his stance, my own hole hanging out in front of the wooden cutout. The thumping sound coming from the plywood barrier was getting louder as the anonymous top started to work Wil’s ass harder. “Oh that — that’s big!” His body started to quake with each thrust behind him. His whimpers quickly became moans as they settled into their fuck. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked directly, the shadow at the edge of the plywood wall disappeared. Wil and his anon partner were attracting some attention now. Wil was grunting and moaning when I felt a hand caress my exposed ass. His fingers felt cool and kinda rough against my smooth skin. I wondered what my hole looked like framed through the cutout in the wall; what made it inviting to someone? Is this the same person who was just looking around the corner of the barrier? Without any preamble, I felt the pressure against my hole. Whoever it was, they were about to fuck me. Wil was lost in his own fuck at the moment, so I took the poppers from his hand and took a long hit off of them. That feeling of warmth rolling through my body was becoming familiar, and my sphincter relaxed. I felt the cock pop inside and then he plunged his full length into me. It wasn’t too fast, more of a steady penetration. Now it was my turn to moan as the anonymous cock impaled me. I was relieved it wasn’t as large as the one inside Wil seemed to be. “You got one?” Will asked with stunted breathes as he was being pounded. I could only nod, not sure whether he could see me. My words weren’t coming out – only soft moaning sounds as the dick began working my ass like a master. It was like being fucked by a ghost; you didn’t see it, but you could feel it. It felt amazing! Long, slow, smooth strokes were spreading my hole open. Then he withdrew, leaving me feeling oddly empty; the cock head never losing contact with me. Then he was sliding back inside me, and I could feel every inch moving further up and in, forcing groans of pleasure from me. I braced my arms against the wall in front of me as my anonymous top began to pound my ass through the cutout. I felt Wil put his hand over mine as we stood side by side, our bare asses pressed against the cool plywood, each getting plowed by an unseen stranger. The banging against the plywood walls was signaling to anyone in the maze that someone was getting fucked. I saw silhouettes on either side of Wil and I, watching the college boys take anon cock. All I could think was how fucking hot this was! Before I knew it, Wil was standing beside me, rubbing my bare back with one hand, and whispering in my ear. “That’s it, baby, take that big cock. I can see it penetrating you. It’s a hot dick. Take it. Let him fill you up.” I was moaning uncontrollably. “Yeah. Let him know how much you love his big dick. I think he’s getting close to breeding you.” He was right – I could feel it too. The guy was thrusting faster and with more determination, edging closer to unloading. If not for the wall between us, he’d probably be holding my hips for leverage. As it was, I imagined him holding the top of the plywood partition to balance as he was fucking my ass through the wall. Part of my brain told me to pull off before he came inside me, but my body refused to relinquish the pleasure. And Wil was standing next to me, half holding me as I left myself open to the stranger’s gift. “You are so fucking beautiful,” Wil whispered tenderly. “I can’t believe I’m here with you.” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into the most awkward kiss ever, my body half hanging off him, half braced against the wall to maintain my balance as the guy pounded me. His cock went deep, firmly planting itself inside me, and I felt the telltale quivering from his body resonating in my own as he unloaded. “He’s breeding you,” Wil whispered. “Take his seed. I want it all inside your beautiful body. Take it all.” I instinctively pushed my ass all the way back, trying to bury the mysterious dick as deep inside as possible. His cock was pulsing, and I heard him grunt. The warm juices sprayed inside me, and my body relished it. I gasped with excitement as he bred me. I wanted it. No, I needed it! He began pumping me slowly again, and I felt some of his load dribbling down the inside of my legs. Beyond any reasonable thought, I felt a thrilling rush go through my body as he added more seed inside me. I was still quivering when my seeder pulled out. It felt like a full minute passed as he reeled his cock back in. I stood up, my leg muscles aching from the unusual stance I’d been holding. I did a quick stretch of the muscles, and caught sight of my seeder’s legs through the cutout. I could see long legs with grey and blue sneakers. I bent further, enjoying the stretch, but also intensely curious. I saw a lean body, tall, and relatively smooth. He was stroking his dick, or maybe rubbing in the cum coating it. With his head bent down, all I could really see was a crop of white hair. He wasn’t at all the type of guy I would go after, but it struck me what an amazing fuck that was. Would I have let him plow me if I’d been able to see him? Probably not, and I confused by the feeling of potentially having missed out on what I just experienced. As I stood up feeling conflicted, Wil gathered me in an embrace. I didn’t resist, finding a sense of security in his arms, and appreciating the heat of his body pressed against mine – a stark contrast to the ghost-like feeling of the tops who had taken our asses thus far tonight. “How was that?” “Amazing,” I admitted. I could see him grin in the odd lighting. “How about yours?” “It was tough taking him. And he pulled out without cumming. Fucker.” He looked me in eyes. “Shall we go upstairs?” “I feel like I need a break.” “Good idea to walk it off.” Again he led me by the hand through the maze, this time finding the door to the hallway and finally the main room. It had gotten busier than before, more men wandering around the space, some of them chatting softly, but most on the prowl. Wil and I got another drink. He headed off to the bathroom while I stood near the stairs. “Enjoying yourself?” I turned and saw the tall, handsome guy I’d noticed earlier standing beside me. He had an accent, maybe French or French-Canadian. His body was nicely toned, and I could make out a thin coating of hair across his muscular pecs. I suddenly felt very shy and small, like I was standing near Apollo himself. “It’s different than anywhere I’ve ever been.” “But are you enjoying it?” I nodded. “I am.” “Good,” he said, and put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m heading upstairs. I’ll be looking for you.” He squeezed my shoulder and headed up the stairs, he ass looking magnificent as he ascended into the stark lighting above. Wil came along a few minutes later with a bottle of water that he shared with me. He rested a hand against my abs as I downed a share of the water. “Upstairs should be rocking by now. The mattresses make for more creative positions than the maze. Ready for your public debut?” I nodded, somewhat hesitantly, wondering what might happen when I saw Apollo up there. Wil took a moment and kissed me again, slow and tender, before heading up the steps. I noted how his muscular ass was framed perfectly in his jockstrap. It was very easy being around Wil, something I didn’t feel with most gay guys I knew. And he made everything here seem so normal. Wil was right. There was a lot more action upstairs now then earlier. The music was louder up here, and the lighting stronger. You could easily make out the faces and bodies of men in play area. The large black mattresses were host to a variety of entangled bodies, grunts and moans still audible behind the music. I scanned to wide loft area, trying to take it all in. There were a few more younger guys here now than when I first arrived. It seemed like they were all servicing the more mature guys, offering either their mouth or ass to pleasure their momentary partners. Wil was also looking around, taking it all in, deciding where to join the play. He pointed to the far corner of one of the mattresses. “Looks like a spot we can grab.” I was following Wil, his body naked except for the red sneakers and jockstrap that framed his hot ass, to a corner of the furthest mattress. Are we gonna play together? I wondered. As the night had progressed, I found myself more and more enamored with my new friend. But is this real? Or just a one-night thing built on the sexual energy of this place? A hand firmly grasped my arm, stopping me in my tracks. Wil’s hand pulled away from mine. Apollo had disentangled himself from the middle of a pile of writhing bodies in middle of a large mattress. His sculpted body was shiny with sweat, and as he stepped off the mattress, I saw his erect cock for the first time, pointing directly toward me like some wizard’s wand. On the mattress, I caught sight of a gold jockstrap, and knew he’d been working on Justin’s ass. The aloof Asian boy didn’t even look up as another man rolled into Apollo’s place at his ass. Apollo’s powerful frame was standing over me. I felt speechless and small in his presence. His body pressed against mine; his skin was hot to touch, sweaty from exertion and sex. I could smell sex on him, wondering how many men he’d already had tonight. My head was spinning. This stuff doesn’t happen to me. I’m just a regular guy, quiet, good student and average soccer player. I’m never the guy who feels noticed. Except here. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come to me,” Apollo said, his thick accent adding to his sexual appeal. I felt like a fly trapped in the spider’s web. Only this time the fly was desperate to be devoured. Apollo explored my body with his powerful hands. Finally he kissed me. It was deep, passionate, electric. His hands kneeled my ass as our tongues wrestled. “Your ass feels like there’s several loads in you already. You’ve been naughty tonight.” I felt awkward and suddenly ashamed, expecting him to pull away from me. I didn’t know what to say. I’d been used by total strangers, each of their loads inside me. I couldn’t tell you who they were, or even what two of the looked like. Wad this who I was becoming? It’s not supposed to be who I am. I saw Justin again on the black vinyl mattress, cocks stuffed into each of his holes. Is that what I am? Apollo was still fingering my sloppy hole. “Is that your boyfriend?” “No,” I quickly answered, my eyes still on the cute Asian twink being consumed on the mat. I looked back at Apollo and realized he was looking in the opposite direction. I turned my head and saw Wil standing there watching us. For the first time tonight, he looked uncertain what to do. Seeing us both looking at him, he took the cue to step closer. “He is cute,” Apollo said as he put an arm around Wil and pulled him into us. “Yes he is.” Apollo kissed Wil, casting his spell on the sexy ginger. I could feel their hot breath as they made out a mere inch from my face. The sexual tension was building in our muscles. Apollo broke the kiss with Wil, letting his fingers probe my ass again. Wil and I both moaned softly, and I assumed Apollo was simultaneously exploring his wet hole. We fell into a three-way kiss, surrounded by naked bodies windows various sexual positions and acts. It was overwhelming but I couldn’t leave this embrace. “I love couples,” Apollo purred into both our ears. With little effort, his muscular body pulled Wil and I into the writhing mass of naked sex on the mattress.

I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…

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Ha! I came across his book "the Sexual Outlaw" at 13 and was literally mesmerized! Also terribly frustrated since I had absolutely no way of easily finding cock to play with in my crumbling, staunchly Catholic Midwestern town.

My favourite moment is when I'm taking a load. To be exact, the moment he pulls out and I finger my hole, to feel the cum starting to ooze out (knowing he has definitely loaded me up). Even hotter if some cum also drips to the floor, because there's so much of it. Exactly that happened on Sunday.

This discussion raises a question in my mind that I would ask, out of my own ignorance and hope for better understanding, of any transman willing to share a perspective. We hear here at least one FTM view that observes what he considers phallocentricity among gay men, to which I replied above, essentially, of course they’re cock-focused - they’re men. It has been my experience as a male (even by the most technical definition) that the penis becomes an omnipresence in the lives of the vast majority of men, not only gay but straight as well, simply by virtue of being one of the most sensitive receptors of stimuli on our anatomy. It’s constantly sending a barrage of subtle signals from plain friction, so it’s constantly reminding us, at a subconscious level, that it’s there. When it’s stimulated to its full extent, the result is one of the most pleasurable experiences (usually) a man can experience, and for most men the phallus is the quickest, and often the only, way to get there. Every biological male experiences the nature of this organ from babyhood on; it’s just sticking out there waiting to be triggered. It is an experience so universal to the gender that I would argue it as defining. A transman faces the predicament of feeling a dissonance between what he perceives as his naturally masculine psyche and the body he occupies by mischance. There is no reason not to accept his self-assessment at face value; he is, after all, the world’s most knowledgeable resource on himself. The question that occurs to me, however, is whether the transman’s perception of maleness is actually the same as the sense that biological males have by virtue of being male. That is to say, when the transman says, “I’m a man inside,” but does not get why cocks are so important to men, how does that color the sense of the man he perceives himself to be? We agree he is a man, but is he a different kind of man? He certainly isn’t a woman. There are those among the men on this forum for whom our own phallus has ceased to be our primary focus of sexual energy; a good many especially among the total bottoms, myself included, are more orifice-centered, and may not even become erect when aroused. But I suspect this may have little resonance with a transman’s experience and sensibility, as it begins to approach a female way of being that the transman is trying to become distant from. The question is potentially fraught. The very, very, very last thing we need is still one more reason to divide people from one another, yet differences that are not addressed and talked about have just as much potential to sow discord. I am particularly aware of this as an Autistic person - we are just like everyone else, and no one would know the difference, until we open our mouths and ‘normal’ people realize that, to our perception, they are bizarre. It all goes downhill from there. Yes, I’m a human, but what kind of human am I? I’m not just like all the others. I’m not mentally ill, just as a transperson isn’t mentally ill - we’re just wired differently. I ask for guidance on these questions from our trans members, as my knowledge is lacking and I do not wish to presume. The first girl I ever dated, the first girl who was ever sexual with me in any way, now goes by George. That person is dear to me, and for his sake as much as for a more inclusive world, I want to understand.

Part 17: ''Going Solo'' My Master, formerly known as Uncle Terry continued to hold his pozition of his throbbing twitching poz-piston very still as his gaze deep into my eyes via our reflection did not avert. He suddenly broke a huge smile, a devilish looking wide grin which showed off his fangs, the grin and the fangs complimenting the executioner hood, and all were now lit up by the moon beaming in to the room. Holding onto my hips he turned his head away from the mirror and down to where his pubic area was touching the top of my ass cheeks... He watched on as he very slowly withdrew to the tip of his fat bulbous mushroom cock head, and then..... he aggressively SLAMMED in all 12" balls deep which caused me to grunt loudly as my body thrust forwards even though I managed to keep my arms holding me up. He repeated this very slow withdrawing to the tip and aggressive slamming in balls deep over and over, each time I would grunt loudly. On the last aggressive inward thrust and my loud grunt Sir's snoring stopped and he turned over so now he faced us. Fuck, I didn't want him to wake. Master suddenly went very still and quiet, and so did I. It didn't take even a minute for Sir to start snoring very loudly again at which point my Master firmly gripped my waist and commenced a fast and hard fuck on my cum filled cunt. And even though I dropped a load of it a short moment ago I must have still had loads of my Master's dirty seed inside of me as all you could hear were loud squelching noises as Master pounded my sloppy gaping fag-hole. After a good hard pounding the squelching and fucking came to a halt, and I felt a breath near my ear.... - You know where Doug keeps the key to the cage on your pointless faggot-boy dick? - Yes Master. In the top left hand pocket on his Leather Jacket. Master spoke with Sir even though he slept and snored, maybe planting a seed in his subconscious... - Doug mate, if you don't take your Leather Jacket with you tomorrow, that will be your nod of approval that I can unlock your cage, then relock using my cage. - You have your own chastity cage, Master? - Several. I have one in my car as part of a full starter sub-kit. I need to sleep, and I want to be awake before Doug leaves which already means I won't sleep very much. C'mon.... My Master took my back down into the cellar where he got me to jump into the sling. Both ankles were restrained, then one wrist, and before he could restrain the second wrist... - Fuck, I cannot wait any longer.... He grabbed an empty beer bottle and almost filled it right to the top. No wonder he could not wait any longer, that was one monumental piss he just took. He then put a ball gag into my mouth and blindfolded me. - I'll see you in a short while faggot-boy. I won't be long. But just to make Doug doesn't see what an utter state of a cum dump that you are or my fang marks on your neck I shall be locking the cellar door and sleeping with the key under my pillow. I knew through tiredness I am sure that Master had forgotten to restrain my second wrist and there was a reason I did not tell him. I was still high and horny, and I wanted to continue to play. I left it a little while after he had left. I then removed the blindfold, then unrestrained my one wrist and both ankles, and finally removed the ball-gag. I wasted no time in leaping up, grabbing the 13"er dildo and diving onto the cold piss soaked vinyl sheet that covered the mattress, and there I played solo, a 13" dildo working in Master's dirty seed deeper into my guts, splashing around the cold piss, and tweaking on my piglet-tits. That old cat and mouse adage seemed very appropriate for now... Whilst Master is away the faggot-boy will play! Before Master went to bed he fetched from the trunk of his car the full starter sub-kit that he spoke of, and took it to Sir's spare bedroom where he would have his short sleep. Then.... that bottle of Master piss caught my eye! I took the dildo out of my cunt, stood up, took off my H Harness, fetched the beer bottle containing Master's warm piss, stood on the piss soaked vinyl sheet covered mattress facing the mirror, removed my red rubber jockstrap so it was now resting upon my ankles, and then I poured about half of the bottle of Master piss over my head and watched it trickle down all over my body, my hair dripping as if I had just come up from under water at the beach. I stared at my pointless little caged fag-dick. It seemed as though it was now shrivelled. I spoke to my reflection.... - I am faggot-boy, Master's faggot-boy, and Sir's trainee sub. I desire to worship my Master's Master. I am here on Earth as a faggot, a pig, a worm, an inferior, a slut, a whore and so much more beyond to serve Men and all of their desires, no matter how dark they are. I love Dick. I love cum. I want my cunt to become completely trashed and a full on totally blown-out meat sleeve. And my darkest desire is for Master to knock me up. Yes, I am now a chaser. I embrace it. And with that I downed the remaining half of the Master piss in the beer bottle down into my greedy piss hungry belly. Master Terry did not have much of a sleep, only about five hours. He usually would need a good eight hours to function at his best. He slept with the locked cellar key underneath his pillow. The day had arrived for Sir to go and stay with his mum for a while to give brother Keith and his wife a break. He would be gone 9 days in all. Having had a short-ish sleep Master came down the stairs to find Sir having breakfast. - Morning Doug, how are you? Sleep well? - Aaaahhh, morning Terry my friend. I slept very heavily, and for about 9 hours. I must have been super tired as it seems I even forgot to close the curtains in my bedroom lastnight. I'm okay. To be honest am worried about my mum. But I will see her in a short while. Some fry up and coffee there if you want it. - Great, I do, I am very hungry. What time are you planning on leaving? - I'll just finish my breakfast, then I will dig up some of the organic vegetables from the garden to take to mum's, then I will be off. Where is my boy, I haven't seen him? And I see the cellar door is locked. - Yes, he is down there. I thought it best the door was locked as he was when I left him lastnight he was still high yet exhausted with it and didn't want him wandering around the place in such a state in case of falling and having an accident. - Good thinking. I haven't really got time to see him as I am in a rush anyway. His first job of the day will be these breakfast dishes. - I'll make sure he does them first thing.

I’m afraid this is to be expected, and properly considered, it’s not a question of inclusivity. If one asks, why are all these gay guys so interested in penises? The simple and obvious answer is because they’re gay. But digging a little deeper, gay phallocentricity may have roots from the psychological to the practical. It may be in part because the phallus (along with the testicles) more than any other trait, defines masculinity - all the other physical traits are by definition secondary sex characteristics. Psychologically, the cock is the representation of masculine power and virility, and we see this reflected in many ways throughout art and culture - indeed, it’s practically impossible to avoid it. It is little wonder if gay men associate it with their yearning to connect with a masculine other; the cock is both the flag and the pole it flies from. On the practical side, polling around here consistently suggests that approximately 66% of gay men identify as bottoms or vers bottoms, and another 24% identify as vers Tops who occasionally bottom - meaning that about 90% of gay men are looking to be penetrated in some way at some time, and two-thirds of them want it either predominantly or exclusively. This means they’re looking for someone who can penetrate them, and preferably do so in a filling manner that requires some degree of endowment, thus the importance of the cock as an object. But there is an additional, and perhaps critical element. The phallus is the fount of semen. Ultimately, the brass ring in most encounters is that someone will ejaculate, either in or on someone else. The production and sharing of that fluid - the absolute essence of the masculine - has an almost ritual sense about it, even in the most impersonal or transactional of exchanges, and it absolutely requires the phallus. While a transman may be able to overcome a limitation or obstacle presented in terms of the ability to satisfactorily penetrate a partner in a fully masculine expression, he will unfortunately not be able to produce a load of cum. The transman may feel that a bukkake gathering is not inclusive in that he cannot contribute a load like the others, but what is to be done? He may feel unincluded because his own new endowment, an entirely legitimate part of him and possibly even functional to the degree possible, does not equal the dimensions admired in certain other men. He may find himself, in a phallocentric point-of-view, in the same position as those biological males on the small end of the size average for human phalluses, and obliged to deal with that set of unnecessary absurdities just as he’s finally gotten a footing in the world as the male he is. It’s regrettable, but the point is that to be male is to be cock-centered to some degree, and in the sexual arena, it ends up being pretty much the point, much of the time.

There is something special about using your other senses to enjoy the experience… touch, hearing, etc. Last night had a guy come to my hotel room. I was face down on the bed in the dark with a blindfold on. It was such a turn on to hear him come into the room… hear him undress and then he slowly touched and caressed me all over before spreading my ass and tonguing my hole… all the while not seeing him. Even though I knew he was getting ready to push his cock into me… the anticipation with not seeing what was going on was intense… loved it 💦😈💦

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

you're going to want more cock and seed up your ass..be open to that.

If my bottom has worked hard to maximise my pleasure and give me a powerful orgasm. I.E. he grips my shaft tight with his ass muscle, pushes back hard when I thrust into him, compliments how good my hard cock feels in his ass, moans and grunts while Im pumping him and cums hands-free while Im nutting inside him then thanks me for my load then I thank him for milking me so good, I tell him how good a fuck pup he was and order him to make his ass available to me when I next want it. If my bottom just lays still while I breed him once I've inseminated him he's served his purpose so I just pull out and leave.

I’m 100% top and for me it’s primal, animalistic in nature. When I’m horny I cannot think rational. Everything is pure base animal lust. When I am fucking I am feeling every sensation of the bottom with the thought of how I’m going to release inside him. Once I grip the neck and feel my self throb and grunt inside a bottom I feel a sense of ownership over the bottom. This is why I hate when they try to push my load out after. Keep my load inside I want it buried deep in you.

This is an interesting post, with more than one answer possible: I'm about 80%T, leaving 20 up to other Cocks. Years ago, when I had become well-versed in backroom action (but only just ...) the only thing I thought of was Ahhhh ... that was a good fuck (or occasionally not). At that point I was utterly selfish in my outlook, and hadn't learned anything at all about the "connection" we can access when we use our Cocks for more than just pumping Sperm. To be completely honest, I didn't think about the other guy much at all. Dumb & Stupid, and worst of all, Selfish. Not that I intended to be self-centered, but I realized later that it was completely true. For a few years, I never (intentionally) fucked the same Hole twice, since - as I saw it then - I already know what x Hole feels like, and there are so many more I still need to experience. Those were the years that I really built up the count, as referred to in another post. At the time, I had only taken one Cock up my gut, that being my life-partner's, and it was painful - to the point he never was able to cum in my ass, and didn't want to harm me. Those were the years that I really built up the count, as referred to in another post. There was, a few years later, somewhat of an epiphany that took place, in the fuckroom of the Gold Coast - cum Eagle (frankly, I don't recall whether it was before the demise of the GC or after - the same bar just changed names). I've described said epiphany elsewhere on BZ, and won't go into it all over again, but the crux is, I suddenly realized - in mid-fuck in the backroom - that I'd been shutting out at least half of the Breeding Thrill due to myopic lack of an open mind / heart. Once it entered my thick head that these were men - human beings I was fucking, with hopes, aspirations, dreams of whatever, living their lives - it was like an earthquake. It was then that I started really doing some intellectual work on what I had failed to even consider. It took no small amount of time to adjust my selfish mind, and get rid of that "My Cock is what Counts" mindset. I consider it a gift from the Universe. I have learned that some Holes need a hot hard hammerfuck and a goodbye. Some Holes need a Caring, Loving, Intimate, Sharing Mating with my Cock. They are men, human beings worthy of everything I can possibly deliver, and I particularly love delivering it to Whore-Holes. That said, the venue of the action does impact the issue. At my favorite fuckjoint, I seldom even see their face, and do my thing accordingly. But I take my cues from the Hole as well, if there are any offered. Of course, it's much easier to "share" - "mate with" (as opposed to just rutting) when that experience takes place here, in my home, where I am in control. The real answer to the question is, I do care about the Hole. I want to give him what he needs, as well as take from him what I need. "Connection" makes any fuck special, particularly with men who have dedicated their lives, well-being to relieving any/all Cocks that require it. I call it "mating", because in my mind, that term elevates Breeding to a higher level than mere rutting/Breeding in an anonymous Hole. While I'm the last guy to foreswear the latter, I love the former even more. Never-the-less, it's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

I have 4 guys that I'm like this for. They have my personal number, and use it even they get horny. I go by, service them, then bounce.