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I wasn’t sure I could believe my ears. But fuck, the pool boy’s fantasy wasn’t just turning him on. I sprang the biggest bone faster than I ever had. It caught in my shorts in such an uncomfortable way I grimaced. My pool boy noticed and apologized; “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you. I said it was bad. Please don’t hate me.” My mind was spinning. ‘Do I tell him the truth to play this out? See if he’ll let me stealth him? Or keep my poz status a secret and really stealth poz him?’ I knew immediately that I wanted to do the second by the mini orgasm escaping my incredibly uncomfortably bent erection. The grimace on my face was stronger and sent the best message I could hope for to the pool boy. “We better go.” I faked an angry voice as I rushed from the table to hide the cum wet spot on my shorts. “I’m so sorry, I really am. I’ll pay the bill. I can walk home from here. Please don’t hate me.” The sun was just coming up when I got back to the hotel. Three handsome young guys were leaving the poz tattooed guys room as I passed his door. They all had that freshly fuck glow. He invited me in and my ass couldn’t pass up his sexy charm. Especially with my horniness following the pool boy’s confession and the plans taking shape in my head. We drank mimosas and shared details of our past night. Well, he shared in great detail. I did fess up to being with the pool boy, but I didn’t share the stealthing fantasy revelation. I didn’t even tell him the pool boy had broke from his rule and bred me. I let him believe all our sex had been ‘safe’. He was quite angry with me passing up such a great opportunity. One of the guys leaving his place as I arrived had been begging to get knocked up. He and the other two were potently toxic and had obliged by dump in poisonous load after load into their willing victim. His only regret was that the infection doesn’t set in immediately. He’d have loved to watch the fuck flu take over and ravage their victim so they each could have brutalized his sorry ass one more time. I could hardly believe the evil look on his face as he shared this. From the beer, mimosas’, and intoxicating poz talk I was feeling quite tipsy. I slurred; “Ya dun fuckin, or ya got anatha fuuckin toxic load fa ma asssss?” My legs were in the air and his toxic raw cock in me balls deep before I could say ‘Bob’s your uncle.’ For a guy that had been fucking all night I was amazed at his stamina. He pounded me like he hadn’t had sex in a week. He was soon blasting away painting my guts as he grunted; “You should have done this to the pool boy.” I thought he’d been too drunk to notice, but when he regained his composure he told me; “I could swear you had a load in there already when I pushed in.” “Yeah, you’re right. After I dropped the kid home, I saw a bum in a store doorway. My ass was so desperately horny for cum Ioffered him twenty bucks. We went behind a dumpster and he filled my ass.” This lying thing was becoming to me more and more easy to me. “Fuckin A man. I’ve knocked up a few bums around town. I hope he pumped my strain into you.” “Could be. I’ve gotta get my drunk cum filled ass off to bed. Thanks.” “Anytime. If you’re not going to do the pool boy than give his ass to me. I'll knock him up so fast he won't know what hit him." I slept ‘til three in the afternoon. My dreams were filled with anonymous bb sex with a score of men. My ass would have been flooded had it all been real. The dream of doing the pool boy came back with the shock of believing I had stealthed him emerging only when I pulled my wet raw cock out of his ass. Then his body transformed into David’s. I awoke sweating, and shaking, and screaming “NO!”. Once again, I escaped the hotel, pool boy temptations and tattooed guys evil influence by going for a hike. Well away from the roads and people I stripped out of my shorts and laid back on a smooth rock. The sun felt great on my naked body and I was soon fast asleep. My dead childhood friend Peter came to me in a dream. He actually ‘came in me’ in this dream. He had mounted me doggy and after recovering from the most intense orgasm whispered in my ear; ‘You know that pool boy wants you to trick him. Beat that tattoo guy. Knock him up. With that sexy body somebodies going to eventually do it. It may as well be you. Make me proud." I awoke with a start. My cock was warmly wrapped in some guy’s mouth. A wet finger was starting to penetrate my hole. His eyes looked into mine as if to say; ‘You were just too tempting.’ They were puppy dog eyes and I melted. I just gently nodded my head and put my hands on his head to direct his face fuck. His second and then third fingers entered my ass. My legs soon floated up to my shoulder’s and his bare cock was soon finding my prostate. Only then did I get a good look at him. He was a sweet young otter. But not too young to not know what he was doing. He was an expert top. Seeing my delight he leaned in to give me a passionate kiss and went to town pounding When his breathing turned ragged he asked; “Where do you want my load?” “Where do you want to give it?” I asked He was already breeding me. His contractions finished and he didn’t loose a beat moving down and feltching his load out of my cummy hole. He moved back up to my mouth and snowballed the cum between my open lips. Mouth empty he quickly said; “Use that to lube me up.” We were on a roll. My conscience had no time to kick into gear. I spat the cum on his ass and fucked it inside with my tongue. He struggled to take my big raw cock but hung in like a trooper. It wasn’t long before I was long dicking him and when my conscience did kick in it made me so fuckin horny that I blasted away before I could heed it’s warning. “Fuck man, the desert doesn’t often serve me up that dessert. Sweet man. Good thing you’re neg to.” “Um, yeah, I shouldn’t have let you do that to me. So you’re cute cub ass is negative?" “Yup. But with my love of barebacking it probably won’t be for long.” “Yeah. I guess I’m in the same boat. In fact to be honest I really don’t know.” “You had a flu lately.” Here came the lie; “Awe, No.” “Good. Looks like we’re safe for another day and another fuck.” We both noticed I was hard again. I slipped inside him for another quick pump and dump. As I made my way back to my car I thought, ‘Well at least he knows and takes responsibility for the risk he just took.’ With this thought my dick was ragging hard yet again and I couldn’t stop thinking about the pool boy and the message Peter brought me in my dream. I rounded a corner and almost walked into a straight couple hiking with their dog. I quickly pulled on my shorts with great embarrassment. They couldn’t have missed my big erection leading me down the path.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Any relationship to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Enjoy the story. In the Cards I was cruising a website looking for some action when I became engaged in a discussion with another guy about card games and Russian roulette and the possibility of getting pozzed. I have always been interested in being a bottom among other bottoms and having random poz or neg guys breed me and then wait for the results. In my mind it is the ultimate chaser experience. The guy told me that he was getting a group four tops and four bottoms together—neg bottoms and neg and poz tops for a breeding session involving selection by a deck of cards. At least one top in the group would be poz. He needed one more bottom to complete the group. I thought about the possibility of risking being pozzed and the randomness of the draw had me interested. After thinking about it fir a few minutes I responded that I wanted to play. He gave me the address and told me to be there in an hour. Despite my apprehension at becoming poz, the odds were good that I wouldn’t and I cleaned up and drove to the address. It was a very nice house in a nice neighborhood. I was suddenly very excited because I had expected some sleazy place. The host met me at the front door and verified that I was indeed invited to the party. He was as described in his profile. Mid-30’s, white, youngish looking, black hair, neatly groomed. He had on shorts and a tee shirt, I could see the outline of his ample cock behind the material. I wondered if he was a top or bottom. I was then ushered inside to the very nicely appointed entry hall. I noticed six piles of clothing on the floor and was not surprised when I was invited to strip naked and leave everything in a pile on the floor. As I was stripping my host took off his shorts and tee shirt and laid them on a pile. His cock was awesome, even flaccid. He was cut and thick. Since the host had stripped while I was doing the same, I guessed that I was the last to arrive. Once naked I faced my host and he guided me to the party room. Six other guys were there lounging. It was a nice mixture of races and body types. I figured that the guys with the biggest cocks, including one black guy, were tops. No sex was taking place, but some drinks and munchies were being served. The room was large and I also saw that there were four areas prepared for sex, it was going to be a communal fuck session orgy. The host began speaking ,”Gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s roulette breeding party. Four of us are bottoms and four are tops. The idea is that each top will breed at least one bottom tonight. You already know that at all of the bottoms are neg, or at least indicated to me that they are neg, and of the tops at least one is poz. There is a minimum 25 percent chance that the bottoms will be bred by the poz top. The poz top or tops are HVL and med resistant. Whomever the lucky bottom or bottoms are will likely convert as a result of tonight’s party.” I felt a chill go down my spine. It was real! But, I thought that there was only a one in four chance that I would get the poz top. He continued, “Here is how it will go down tonight. Each of the tops has already drawn a card, Ace, King, Queen or Jack. Each of the bottoms will draw a card and the top with the matching card will be their breeder. Once the initial breeding session is over, you are welcome to stay and enjoy the drinks, food and any other sex you desire. It is 10 PM now, at 11 PM, the status of each of the tops will be revealed and they have all agreed that they will likely be ready for sloppy seconds by then, if you desire a fuck knowing what is involved. And the bathroom is now locked—we don’t want any of the bottoms losing their hard earned cum loads.” I was in awe at how the night was going to play out. I was definitely taking a huge chance. But my naked cock was beginning to harden at the prospect of knowing I might be fucked by a poz guy. Did I really want to be pozzed? I liked the looks of the cocks around the room. Big and thick. Any of them would easily tear my bottom up and potentially provide a toxic ending.” “It is time for the bottoms to draw their cards. The order will be the order in which they arrived.,” came the next announcement from our host. I was last and watched the king, jack and queen get drawn. As each card was drawn, the cocks of the tops began to harden around the room. The game was on. The only card left was the Ace of Spades. It was time for the tops and bottoms to match up. As each of the tops went to their bottoms, I realized that my top was our host. He had the matching ace. He came over to me and smiled. “I had hoped that I would get you,” he said. “You are going to enjoy yourself.” He reached out and twisted one of my nipples roughly. I loved it. I love having my nipples abused and as he did that my cock began to swell in anticipation. I took a quick look around the room and saw the other three couples already beginning the process of coupling and breeding. Getting through the initial meeting and preparing the bottom to accept the seed of the bulls in the room. Our host led me to the sofa and pushed me roughly onto it and began to rim me deeply. He was preparing my bottom to receive the seed he was going to put into me. I wondered if he was THE poz top. He offered me poppers and I took a deep hit. He had a beautiful cock and I was anxious to begin sucking it to full hardness. Without warning he stopped rimming my bottom and pulled me close for a deep kiss. I loved the taste of my bottom on his lips. I knew he was getting close. His cock was nearly erect. I moved down to suck him, stopping to bite his nipples, which he enjoyed. He kept saying harder and I bit harder and harder. I took his 7 inch cut cock into my mouth and began bringing it to full hardness. I tasted his sweet pre-cum and wondered again, was he the poz top? After a short while of sucking his shaved cock and balls, he pushed me down onto the sofa onto my back and opened my legs. He bent down and lightly licked my hole and spit into it. He placed the tip of his cockhead at the entrance to my bottom without any lube except the spit he had just put there. I knew this was going to be hard, but I was unprepared for what came next. He rammed his huge cock balls deep in one stroke and I felt my inner ring tear almost immediately. OMG, I thought, the way he thrust into me, he is definitely poz and I am going to be pozzed tonight. He roughly fucked me for a bit until I could feel lubrication surrounding his cock and reducing the friction. It was probably blood and I was able to get my fingers to graze his cock before he swatted them away. I looked at my fingers, while he was pile driving my hole, and confirmed blood. This was for real. I licked the traces of my blood off my fingers and realized that there was no backing out and no place to hide or change my mind. I was probably getting fucked by a HVL poz, med-resistant toxic cock. I was beginning to enjoy the hard pounding as the abuse had numbed my pain and I was beginning to experience the enjoyment of getting fucked. That is what being a bottom is all about. Getting fucked and taking cum. The fucking continued and he got into a rhythm that I could enjoy. He reached down and twisted my nipples roughly. I almost came right then. He looked into my eyes and smiled. I could tell the time was getting close. He bent his head down to kiss me. I loved getting fucked on my back so that the top could kiss me as he unloads deep inside of me. For a moment i was distracted and i heard one of the other couples complete their coupling loudly and compassionately. I also noticed at least one of the couples was watching us as our host for the evening was about to unload his yet unknown-load into my bottom. They were both jacking their cocks and the bottom of the group was fully erect enjoying the show. i snapped back to reality and looked into my host’s eyes. “Are you ready for my load to fill you,” he said. His words brought to bottom from the couple watching us to begin spewing sperm around and he put his cock into my mouth and I sucked him dry. I was about to receive cum in both holes. My breeder’s cock began to expand and I felt the beginnings of his orgasm building as I swallowed the sweet cum being provided to me. With a grunt and a loud exclamation out host announced: “Take my load you faggot. You deserve everything in it.” He drove his massive cock balls deep, past my destroyed inner ring and I felt it pulse at least ten times as he delivered his load deep into my body. He collapsed on top of me, sweaty and hot. He kept his cock deep in me so that none of his precious load could escape. I held him and thoroughly enjoyed the contact after being roughly bred. After a few minutes he withdrew an presented my with his blood and cum covered cock to clean. I enjoyed cleaning off the likely instrument of my pozzing, I was amazed at the amount of blood on his cock. Although I still did not know officially, from the intensity of the fucking, I was pretty sure I was now pregnant with his poz babies. Our host stood up, his now flaccid but still large cock swinging and invited the others to sit. Each of the couple had finished and I could tell that the other bottoms had each had an almost equally enjoyable and rough experience. The tops were all smiling and chatting together, while we bottoms sat together somewhat stunned. Everyone had a drink and was enjoying some munchies while waiting for the news of who got pozzed. Right at Eleven o’clock our host began talking. “So now is the reveal. Who was poz and who was not.” He looked at the four bottoms and spoke directly to us. “You thought this was a classic roulette party where only one of the chambers had a bullet? No, it was a poz the neg faggot party. Only one top was neg. The Jack was the neg top.” He paused for a moment for effect. I was stunned and took a big swallow of my doing. My ass was sore and bleeding. He continues, “I hope you are all happy that the cocks that pozzed your neg asses gave you what you wanted but were too afraid to actually get. As for you, he looked at the bottom who was fucked with only neg cum, “if you want to be pozzed we are all willing to change your status.” I was in shock. It was sinking in, I had been pozzed. Seriously. The odds had been against me getting out of the evening as a neg bottom. I had very mixed emotions, but wait, there was more. Our host continued, “For the three of you who were pozzed, each of us has the Cuban Strain of HIV. It promises to develop quickly into AIDS and is med resistant. Additionally, each of the cards came with some additional bugs. The guy with the queen had herpes and Hep-C. The poz guy with the king has gono. And I have syph.” I was in shock. With one fuck, I had been infected with one of the most virulent forms of HIV and syph, too. The room was quiet for a minute and the guy who was not pozzed spoke up, “Wow. Who wants to poz my neg ass?” All of the poz guys responded that they would love to do the honors. The poz guy with syph had a big cock and came over to me and said, “are you ready for more?” I looked him in the eye and responded, “Sure. I guess I want it all.” He smiled, I took a big swig on my drink to settle my nerves and we walked off to one of the sofas to fuck another poz load into my bottom and add gono to my new and growing bug collection. My transition from DDF neg was complete. What a party this was.

I've been getting good results with Sniffies and was on it only a few minutes when I got a few guys interested. One was this cute 23 old redheaded guy who couldn't host, but was down for car play. He had pretty massive uncut cock and loved I wanted to fuck him raw and cum in his ass. I told him to meet in the parking lot of a theater north of me as no one would be there late on a Sunday night, he could get in my truck and I knew places to park and fuck. I love guys off Sniffies as most never ask your status and just go for it. I gave him the address and headed there hoping he would show. He said we couldn't use his car as it was a mess and as he pulled up I could see what he meant. It kind of looked like he was living in it, but wasn't going to judge. He waved at me, got out of his car and got in on the passenger side. He was every bit as cute as his picture. We chatted a bit as I drove and learned his name (Wil) and that he had just moved here from Tennessee. I told him I was down for him to fuck me too if he wanted which made his face light up and I told him I wanted it raw too and wanted his loads. I parked in an empty parking garage at a vacant building nearby and left the engine running so we had heat as it's been really cold lately. We started making out and slowly undressing each other. He had to have me stop several times while I was jerking his cock saying he was close and finally I told him he should fuck me. He was throwing off a huge amount of precum and got down to suck him and loved how he tasted. He had to ask me a couple times to stop and apologized saying he was really horny and that he should fuck me but he wouldn't last long. I grabbed the lube out of the glove box and pulled my jeans off to straddle his cock, lubing it and my ass up and then slowly taking him inside me. His face was lighting up again as I took his dick and told how good he felt inside me. I was riding him more aggressive and I could feel him shudder and let out a loud groan, along with feeling his load burst in my ass. I was telling him to stay inside me and how good he felt as he kept shuddering. Clearly the guy needed it bad! I started kissing him telling him how hot it felt and that he was a good fuck. As we did he started stroking my cock which was now precumming like crazy. I asked him how he wanted to get fucked and he said on his back so I could fuck him hard, adding that he wanted me to pound him hard and pump my load inside him. By now his cock has slid out of me and he's repositioning on the bench so I can enter him. I lube up my cock and his ass and enter him with pretty much no resistance. He was very verbal as I entered him, telling me how good my cock felt in him, how bad he wanted my load, and telling me to fuck him hard. I love guys who are into getting fucked and don't just lay there and his eyes were lighting up as I was pounding him, pulling almost all the way out and pounding all the way in, fast and hard and he moaned with delight. Clearly he either gets fucked regular or got it recently and I was tempted to lean into him being a slut. So I tested the waters asking him how bad he wanted it and he told me pretty explicitly how bad he wanted it. I told him he probably loves to get fucked and he admitted he wants it all the time. It still shocks me that a hung dude like him loves to get fucked and is so verbal about it. I teased him that he probably has no problem finding guys to fuck him and he joked "not as many as I'd like". I'm guessing he's being falsely modest and I was tempted to ask when he got bred last but was close to cumming. He could sense it and told me to keep pounding him and not pull out. "Not a chance of that" I joked and soon enough I blasted a huge load in him that left me panting and short on breath as he was crying out "fuck yeah" and "cum in me". I kept stroking as honestly he'd got me really worked up and part of it was me making up a backstory in my mind. If he hooked up with me and let me breed him raw he was probably let other guys breed him raw too. I told him I wanted to pump another load in him and his face lit up and he told me to play with his nipples and that he liked it rougher and to maybe choke him a bit. I loved what I was hearing and loved hearing him moan as I twisted and played with his tiny little nipples and I kept my strokes going him, teasing him that he liked it rough, which got a moaned "uh-huh". I got the same moaned "uh-huh" when I asked him if he was a dirty little slut and a dirty little pig and that he loved taking loads from random guys and that he gets bred regularly. Whether or not any of that is true or not is anyone's guess but based on what I'm experiencing it must be true. He asked me if I liked that he was a slut and I started choking him lightly and said that yeah, I liked that he was a slut. And that was no lie. I love redheaded guys like him as they're usually pretty slutty, usually have big cocks, and have high sex drives and he was all of that. "You like it that I let random guys fuck me" he asked as I choked him hard and told him yeah I did as his face was turning red. I was working myself towards another orgasm and he was begging for me to cum in his ass and use him like the slut he is. I played into that calling him a dirty slut as I choked him harder and pumped another load in his ass, letting out a loud satisfied groan. He was gagging as I choked him could make out him begging for my cum and not to pull out. I was thoroughly satisfied as I'd gotten what I wanted and I was sure the slutty little pig I'd just loaded twice was too. He was already eagerly stroking his cock as let my choke on his neck loose and told me what a hot fuck I was and that he loved me choking him as I pounded his ass. Then his face lit up and he said he wanted to fuck me again, but this time he wanted me on my back. I said I was cool with this and we swapped places. I loved that he didn't lube my ass up again and instead just slid his cock back inside me using just his precum. In fairness I could feel his load leaking out of me as I fucked him and knew my ass was flooded. I loved that he was forcing and churning his load back up inside me again and told him to do just that which lit his face up. "Guess you're a slut too aren't you" he teased. I said I was and to use my slutty hole and to make me his cumdump. Now that he was in control of the fucking he was really pounding me hard, just as I was doing to him, and I was loving it and told him so. Even though I'd been fucked earlier in the day his cock was a lot girthier and was stretching my ass out. I was moaning like crazy, telling him how hot his cock felt and how bad I wanted his load. He was now calling me a dirty slut who loved having random guys breed me and I groaned out that yeah I was, which lit his face up like a Christmas tree and he leaned into that saying he bet I got fucked all the time and I admitted I did. He wasn't letting up, continuing to pound my hole rough, fast, and hard. Now he was really into it, saying that he knew I wanted his load, that I was a slut, and that I loved getting bred raw, all of which I admitted to. By now I was begging for his cock and loads and for him not to pull out. He built to a climax and again unloaded a massive cumshot inside me that I could feel as he groaned loudly. He was thrusting for all he was worth to pump his load deep in my guts as I begged for it and for him not to pull out. He was spent and collapsed on me panting and soon we were kissing deeply and pasionately. I told him how hot it was and he laughed and said it was hot as fuck as well. We laid there for a while and it felt nice to have another guy with me and I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in to me. His dick softened and slid out of me and I didn't care as I loved having his body next to mine. I really wished that either one of us had a place to host and I felt a real connection to him. We kept up the kissing and he thanked me and said he really enjoyed being with me. I said the same and really meant it. And we laid there for a while and there comes that awkward point where while I enjoyed the sex, I feel exposed and worried about being busted and just want to get home and in this case, since its late, go to bed. So I told him I'd enjoyed it and I was down to hook up again, but needed to go. He looked sad but understood. He admitted he enjoyed it a lot and wished I had a place as he'd like to spend the night with me, which felt sweet and sincere. We pulled out clothes back and I drove back to where we had left his car. He looked a bit sad and dejected and turned to me and said to message me if I wanted to do this again. I said I would. We kissed some more and he got out like he didn't want to, and got back into his car. I waited to make sure his car would start and rather than him pulling off, he plugged his phone into the charger and it looked like he was checking messaged rather than driving off. I waved at him and smiled and drove off, watching him in the rear view mirror, part of me wondering if he would follow me, part of me wondering what his situation was. I hope to hear from him but know he may be a bit of a hot mess and maybe more than I can handle.

Yeah...not gonna lie. I am a sex addict. Need it all the time. Kind of ashamed about what I'll say and do to get sex, but also not really. I have needs.

I felt like the old “Shake and Bake” commercial yesterday. An online pal of mine stealthed a bi guy from my gym—and I helped! Cory is a fireplug of a guy who comes into my city once or twice a month for work. He is in his mid 40’s, short at about 5’-6”, built like the proverbial brick shit house and has a hairy chest, shaved head and goatee—super hot and sexy. He also has great stylized tattoos ringing his biceps. I met him on Manhunt and I see him at the gym once in a blue moon as he has a membership to the same place as I do. Up to this point we had never actually played, just smiled, chatted and seen each other in the showers. That all changed yesterday. I saw Cory walking to the steam room from the showers with his sexy smile and a nice greeting as I was walking into the shower room. After a quick clean up I followed him to the steam room and sat just below him. Of course there were some guys hanging out, but eventually we were free. Cory massaged my neck, and then reached down to pinch a nipple and I was hard in a heartbeat. I finally got to see him hard and was a tad disappointed as it is not a big dick by any stretch—forgive the pun—but Corry oozes confidence and sex so I was more than happy to show him my oral skills. After a moment Cory quickly pushed me off when the door opened. (Why can’t I ever get a break in the steam room?) In walked a tall guy that I couldn’t get a good view of until he sat down closer to us on the opposite wall. He was dark haired, lanky, tattoos on his chest, either a largely shaved body or smooth, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He just sat there and sat there. I kept sending psychic commands for him to get the hell out of there so I could get back to Cory but maybe the steam cancelled out my demands. Cory was naked with the towel around his neck and I think he wanted to see if the guy was straight as I presumed. Cory discreetly did the scratch the balls and grab the crotch thing to gauge if there was any interest. I spread my legs wider and did my moves to try and send a message of interest as well. I could tell that Mr. Lanky was aware of our ploy as his eyes sure seemed to dart at us and the mound under his towel sure appeared to be getting bigger! Cory seemed convinced so he started openly stroking and I followed suit. Mr. Lanky finally pushed his towel aside and I was not disappointed! Of course, that only lasted a long moment because a well known troll just had to come in at that magic moment. I cursed under my breath and got up to leave. It was clear that the troll would set up shop in the steam room from past experience and he just pisses me off in any event. I went to take a shower. Cory came into the shower room first followed by Mr. Lanky a few minutes later. We were all lined up on the same wall and so we were able to check out the merchandise without steam obscuring the view. It was hot to see us all using the foam soap to wash up and get hard under the hot water. We were stroking for several minutes when our privacy was taken away with other gym members coming in. I rinsed off and went to the tiled area just outside the showers to towel off. It was fun, all in all, but there is only so much you can do at the gym. Cory came out and surprised me by saying I should follow him to his hotel room. I said sure, but what about the tall dude? Cory just smiled and said he would try to work his magic and to wait near the snack area when I was dressed. I crossed my fingers as I checked my phone for messages and e-mail while waiting downstairs. After several long minutes out came Cory with his trademark smile with our new pal right behind him! I got up and followed pronto! Cory introduced me to Jason and we all walked a few blocks to his hotel room while chatting about mindless stuff. I was quite happy when we finally got to Cory’s room. Cory stripped as soon as he closed the door and I quickly followed. Jason seemed a bit nervous but with Cory’s calming words, he finally was standing naked in front of us. I got a good opportunity to check out both men and their tattoos when I finally realized something—Cory’s arm tattoos had a biohazard symbol subtly incorporated in the barbed wire! Damn! I didn’t know Cory was poz like me! My dick responded by getting rock hard almost instantly. I knelt to suck Cory while Jason watched. When I tried to move over to sample Jason, he covered his dick with his hand and said he couldn’t do that without a condom. I rolled my eyes and Cory explained that wasn’t dangerous, but Jason just said he was actually bi, had little experience with guys and had a girlfriend so he had to be careful. He only fucked her bare because she was on the pill. Cory just smiled and said that was cool and we could play as safe as he wanted—even just jack off together. I was beyond disappointed as my dream of getting tag teamed was slipping out the window. Jason was ok having his balls licked, and he seemed to get off with Cory standing next to him nursing his nips while grabbing Jason’s amazing ass. For being tall and lanky, Jason sure had a sweet ass! I really wanted to at least eat that furry hole, but I could just tell that would be out of bounds so I knelt and worked Jason’s balls while he jacked off and Cory attached himself to Jason’s nips. Cory was sweet talking the whole time and complimenting Jason on his great body and especially his ass. Jason asked if Cory had any rubbers so maybe he could be sucked on, but Cory admitted that while he had lube and condoms, the condoms he had were pre-lubed so they weren’t great for sucking. Cory was fingering Jason’s pucker while the two of us over stimulated our new pal. Cory said that Jason had the prettiest ass and he needed to sample it. Jason just looked down and said he had never done that. Cory’s smile was electric and evil as he said it was time to do a little safe experimenting. Cory pushed Jason on the king-sized bed flat on his back with his legs sticking over the bed. Cory got out his lube and condoms and went to work greasing Jason’s virgin hole while I worked on Jason’s tits to keep him occupied and horny as they seemed to be a hot spot for him. Jason and I could see Cory wrap the rubber around his dick. Cory told Jason that he was perfect to break in virgin holes as he is not that big and he is very gentle. While Jason seemed unconvinced, Cory wasted no time pushing Jason’s long legs back and lining his short latex clad hard-on next to that tight fuzzy hole. This I had to see! Cory took over working Jason’s nips with his hands while I go on my knees behind Cory to see him slowly sliding inside Jason. It was fucking hot! I alternated between licking Cory’s ass and his nuts as he finally hit bottom. Jason was complaining about the discomfort, but Cory said he would get used to it and in time would love it. I suddenly had an idea—two ideas, actually. The first was to grab my cell phone from my nearby pants pocket and put it on silent while I turned it on to video. I wanted to film my second idea. I grabbed the lube and reached between Cory’s legs to feel his dick sliding in and out of Jason’s hole. I then started rolling the condom towards the head of Cory’s dick as he slide in and out. I suggested that Cory pull out so I could add more lube and then slid the condom all the way off and generously greased up Cory’s bare pole. I was out of my mind horny when Cory slid back in skin to skin and Cory moaned out loud saying that the extra lube really helped! I moaned as well filming my first condom to bareback fuck! Even Jason admitted that it seemed to be going in easier and I just said sometimes all you need is a little more lube. Cory started deep dicking Jason while both Jason and I jacked off. Fortunately our newbie couldn’t see that I was filming due to lying on his back and Cory surrounding him. It was even more fortunate that he couldn’t see the condom resting on the carpet useless in its job of protecting Jason from pregnancy and disease. Being that Jason is a man, I only hoped he would become knocked up with Cory’s DNA. It took only about 10 minutes of serious fucking for all three of us to get close. Jason had been really safe with not being sucked without a rubber I laughed silently to myself as I watched his deflowering proceed. He was giving up his anal and safe sex virginity to a poz bear and I couldn’t be happier! Frankly, participating in my first stealthing was way hotter than getting my hungry ass filled. I could tell both of them were getting close. Peeking around I could see Jason’s really nice dick leaking precum like a faucet and he was getting really flushed. Cory had this stern and determined look on his face. Knowing that he was going to breed Jason with his hopefully life changing seed made me whack like crazy. Cory’s gentleness disappeared as the end approached. Jason was moaning and whimpering from the rough fuck he was now receiving. I told Cory to pound Jason’s ass and make it his. I growled to him to own Jason’s ass. I told Jason to enjoy his ass being bred by a real man. Jason’s crying out was music to my ears! Cory started to breath raggedly and groaned out loud: “Here it is, Jason! I’m doing you like you do your girl friend—how does it feel?” Jason replied that it hurt but he was getting really close. Cory asked him if he was ready to be bred and Jason just moaned “fuck, yes!” Cory bellowed that he was coming while I watched and filmed from behind. It was glorious to see Cory’s ass and nuts squeeze in time to that ageless wonder of insemination. “Holy, FUCK!” Jason cried with his eyes closed tight as he spewed his negative seed all over his face and chest. I was very pleased to see that while I discreetly filmed his climax. Jason’s climax triggered mine and I shot all over my hand and the carpet. I made sure Cory stayed buried until I gained my self composure enough to film him slide out of Jason’s previously virgin hole. The leaking and copious froth looked slightly pink to me and I rubbed my own sperm coated fingers over his violated hole while Cory collapsed on top of Jason. I said I’d get some wash cloths so I wet a few down in hot water and handed them to the guys. I thanked them both for a great time and Jason did the same thanking us for helping him explore his other side. I made sure to mention that his ass was covered and probably filled with lube because we used a ton to make his first fuck easier. Cory thanked Jason for giving him his cherry and said his was the finest ass he had ever broken in. Jason blushed at that, but still smiled. Jason and I were in good spirits as we left the hotel. Just to cover my ass I made sure to tell Jason that it was great to meet them both that day at the gym. If the seeding takes, I want to make sure that I can’t be traced to knowing Cory. Jason said he rarely gets into the city, but today was his lucky day. If he only knew! I can only wonder if Cory’s seed is medicated. Regardless, the stealth fuck that I helped with was one of the hottest things I have ever done!

When the top decides to take control, that's what happens. You end up blindfolded, on all four, with the door of the room at the bathhouse wide open, waiting for your hole to be used by strangers.

I don't often breed and tell, but I have to this time. A visitor from the Northeast hit me up on another site. We unlocked pics for one another and when I saw his pics my response was, "YAAAS LAWD!" He's bald, hairy all over (and NOT manscaped), uncut and with some roundness to him. So we hooked up this afternoon, as he was looking for someone to get him ready for a night at the bathhouse. When I meet him, he's attractive enough (that's not a particular criteria of mine though because if Quasimodo or the Elephant Man checked enough other boxes, their physical appearance wouldn't mean anything to me). We immediately stripped down. He was surprised that I was already hard as he sucked me for a bit. He'd told me in advance that it had been awhile since he got fucked, so he was really tight. I ate his hole out real good and he begged me to fuck him. Even though he had silicone lube on the bed, I managed to get in with just spit on my cock and the spit I had already pushed into his hairy hole as I was eating it. We started doggy style where I could see (and lick!) his hairy back. Then we switched to him on his left side with his right leg at an angle so we could kiss. As it often does, my first orgasm caught me by surprise. He got a huge load out of me. There's like a 30/70 chance that I can continue to fuck after cumming, but he beat the odds and I stayed hard. We went gay missionary and missionary with him riding me both face to face and back to front. He was quite juicy from the load I shot in him. If I hadn't been fucking him, I definitely could've gotten lost in his eyes when we were in missionary. I gave him two buttgasms, but had already told him that I would need to pee before I could cum again. At one point he said he left his body and needed a moment to gather himself. We didn't disconnect though! After I peed and he gave me some water to drink, we went back at it, this time with him on his stomach. It took a bit, but he got my second load in him. We weren't able to go for orgasm #3 because his host's dog needed to go for a walk and the host wasn't home yet. He wanted to be gaped and ready for other men to fuck him. And he was! He was also rather creamy inside... Bathhouse ended up being a bust, but I was definitely a huge check in the "relocate" column! We already agreed that if we lived closer, we would hookup regularly. And I let him know that I don't mind sloppy seconds, fifths or tenths! I also let him know that he's welcome to stay with me next time he visits. Even though I have a second bedroom, it doesn't have a bed in it, so he'll have to sleep with me. DARN!

Chapter 2 – Things get intense In Chapter 1, I describe meeting up with Philip. He’s older and has a great play space in his basement. We’ve smoked up, played in each other’s holes, and now he has brought in his husband, Ralph. Ralph plunged the dildo in and out of my ass. He’d take it all the way out before shoving it back in. My hole was being violated by a guy that I had just met. Ralph looked over at Philip and said, “We need to get this pig on the cross”. I had never used a St Andrews cross. They helped me out of the sling and led me over to the cross in the corner. It was mounted on a stand, so they moved it out into the room. They had me face the cross and attached my arms, legs, and waist to the straps. Next, Ralph decided that he needed to smoke some, so he lit the pipe and started blowing clouds. He blew the clouds at my face and around my ass. He and Philip would shotgun, too, passionately making out. All the while, I was bound to the cross, unable to move my arms or legs. Finally, Ralph had enough T. He put down the pipe but picked up the bag. He selected a shard and spread my ass open to insert it in my hole. Again, the burn felt awesome. This must have been a big shard since it took a longer time to melt. Meanwhile, both Ralph and Philip were playing with my ass and cock, tweaking my nipples, and feeling me up. Ralph walked over to the toys and picked one out. He looked at Philip and said, “Think he can take the big Mordax?”. Philip nodded yes. The toy was huge and heavily ribbed. I hoped that Ralph would take it slow. Ralph lubed it up and knelt behind me. He spread my ass open with one hand and used the other to guide the dildo to my hole. Philip came around and shoved the poppers under my nose. I took a few hits as I felt the toy slowly invade my ass. He got it in pretty far, but my position on the cross limited access. Ralph even had Philip hold my ass open, but the standing position wasn’t allowing for full penetration, so they took me back to the sling. Once settled in the sling, Ralph lubed up the Mordax and began the penetration. This toy felt wonderful. Between the size, the ridges, and the hot guy shoving it in me, I was in a sexual frenzy. I reached down and felt the balls of the toy resting against my hole, letting me know that it was all the way inside me. Ralph punished my hole with the toy. He drove it in and out of me with wild abandon. After fucking me for a while with Mordax, Ralph decided he wanted to get his cock in me. His cock had been hard and dripping while he was toying with my ass, so now he was ready to fuck. He didn’t need any lube but just lined his cock up with my hole, leaned forward, and slid it in. Even with toys and fists inside me, the best feeling is having a hard cock in my ass. Ralph knew how to fuck. He’d vary the speed and the depth and would move around so that he hit different parts of my ass. We both used some poppers during the fuck, which turned us both into rutting beasts. Ralph slowly pulled his cock out of my ass and Philip slid his hand in. It went in with no resistance since my ass was well-opened. This time, he spent more time working my second hole. He would stroke it and slowly poke a finger into my colon. Then, he’d withdraw and start all over again. While he was working deep inside me, I took a hit of poppers and soared to new levels of pig heaven. Knowing that a sexy man was opening my deepest recesses was so alluring to me. I reached back and grabbed my ass, spreading it wide for his hand. Philip was an assplay master, and I was putty in his hands. After an amazing fisting session, we took a break to rehydrate and relax. Ralph kept stroking my hole and sticking his fingers in while we were resting. He said, “I really want to breed your ass”. It sounded good to me, so we moved back over to the cross. This time, after they secured my limbs and waist, Philip slipped a blindfold over my eyes. Now, I was tied up and blindfolded and fully at the mercy of these two guys that I had just met. First, one of them spread my ass cheeks open and inserted a finger, which they rubbed around inside my ass. The burning that followed told me that I had just been given another booty bump. Then I heard one of them say, “This might hurt a little at first, but I’ll go easy. If it’s too much, just say “tomato””. After that, I felt the thwack of a flogger on my back. He was going easy on me, which was especially good since Philip and I hadn’t discussed any pain play. It was all OK with me, and I had a safe word if it got too intense. My back was lightly flogged, then he moved down to my ass. My hole was burning and twitching from the bump, and the flogger was a great addition. The flogger moved back up, and I felt a lubed dildo at my hole. It was shoved in, and I realized that it was a butt plug. My hole was happier since it was filled. The flogging stopped, and they started rubbing my back and ass with lotion. From the smell, it seemed to have some coconut oil in it. It felt great on my skin, and they massaged my back and ass. They would regularly spread my ass open and twist the butt plug around. They also took it out and reinserted it a few times. It was erotic to not have any clue who was doing what to me or what would come next. They both moved away, and I was left waiting for the next experience. I was wriggling around on the cross. While I couldn’t move my limbs, the strap around my waist was looser, so I could move my pelvis around. This made the butt plug shift position inside me. I heard the click of the torch and smelled the chemical odor as more T was being consumed. “Open”, I heard. I opened my mouth, and the pipe was inserted. I didn’t need to be told what to do next and took a huge hit. I held it as long as I could and could feel my heart racing from the drugs and the excitement. I was given the pipe several more times and had a few shotguns, too, so I was flying high. I heard them walk away again. All I could do was wait and try to discern what was going on from sounds around me. I heard them talking in the next room over but couldn’t make out the words. I heard footsteps and smelled the poppers bottle under my nose. I took a few hits, and then the plug was pulled out of my ass. Immediately, it was replaced with a hard cock. I moaned in pleasure as the cock invaded my ass. On the cross, I could only squeeze my ass muscles against the cock and make a few small movements, so the fuck was being controlled by the top. The best thing for me to do was just enjoy the fuck. That guy stepped away, and the other pushed into my hole. I didn’t know if it was Ralph or Philip who fucked me first, but it didn’t matter. The second guy was a more frenetic fucker, with short, fast strokes. It wasn’t long before he shot his load in my ass. He left his cock in me for a while, then slowly withdrew. The other cock slid in and fucked the cum around inside my ass. With a push that sent his cock deep, the other guy bred my ass. He stayed inside, making short strokes while his cock recovered. He seemed to be staying hard after cumming and was still working my hole. Then, he pulled out, and the butt plug went back in. They walked away again, leaving me panting and cum filled.

This happened in October 2016. I was getting nicely tweaked with a guy around 9 at night who I found on CL (remember when it was a wonderful site for piGs like us?), when we decided to advertise for a third. The guy had never seen anyone in bondage before, so the guy who joined us tied me to the bed, and flogged my T dick (but not very hard). This proved a little too much for our less experienced friend who bailed. After the new guy had let him out, he came back to finish his business, turning me over and dropping a load in my ass. I jokingly told him that I might leave the door unlocked as he had to attend to some business, but that I was off to sleep in the meantime. Sure enough, at around 2 in the morning I heard the door being opened. He growled: “you shouldn’t have left your door open, whore”, then grabbed me by the throat, hauled me off to the shower where I had cleaned off a 10x8 dildo that I had lubed (in those days I had a tin of menthol lube which felt VERY nice once it had been lined my rectal walls) and had been fucking myself on while watching a college-age chick get their holes destroyed (I loved xvideos.com at that time!) before I invited the first guy (the one who had bolted). My new friend told me that he had something special for me. Put a blindfold on me, a hand around my throat, then handcuffed me, forced me to open my mouth, and rammed his cock down it. Started to unleash a torrent of chempiss down my throat while I was grinding against the dildo. He finally pushed me down all the way on it (talk about a way to get instantly filled!), and came in my throat. Then he dragged me into the bedroom (no idea why he didn't use the sling that I had set up for occasional entertainment of some of my filthier friends), threw me on my back, ripped the blindfold off and the dildo out (felt empty but fucking great!) and had me watch footage of him fucking his 18 yo niece (obviously the “business” he had to take care of as the video was timestamped) while he kept me high (smoke and booty bumps) and raped me for a couple of hours with a couple of he toys, his cock, and ginger crushed on a nice big cucumber. After he had cum 4 times and given me a couple of loads of chempiss, he left. He mentioned that he wished he could bring the girl and watch me fuck her then join in, but would the next time. Sadly, I never saw him again.

Chapter 1 – Fun with an older man Philip and I were chatting on the web when we decided to meet up. He told me that he had a great play space in his basement. I prepped and headed over. We were both into partying and heavy ass play. Philip is older than me, at 71. Playing with older guys is often rewarding since they have years of experience and know what works well with another guy. He’s got a full head of grey hair and a close-cropped beard. Add in sparkling blue eyes, and he was quite handsome. We chatted briefly upstairs before heading down to his play space. There was a living room space where Philip said we could get undressed and relax as needed. We made out and felt each other up as we disrobed. Philip has a nice hairy body with a great cock and low hanging balls. He told me that he was versatile, as am I, so we could have lots of fun together. I’m 54, tall, with short brown hair and green eyes. I have a hairy chest and ass and a nice full bush with shaved balls. My cock is about 7” long. Philip asked if I wanted to try any of his gear on before we went into the playroom. I asked what he had, and he opened an armoire to show me his collection. He had lots of leather, and I selected a chest harness, while he chose a pair of briefs that had zippers in strategic spots, plus a chest harness. I was also wearing my red jockstrap. We decided to smoke before getting down to play. I had brought my stash, so we packed a pipe and started to blow clouds. While we were doing this, our hands were wandering. We’d also shotgun hits back and forth. Well spun, we walked to the door to his play space. He opened the door and turned on some low-level lighting. In the middle of the room was a sling, and in one corner, there was a St Andrew’s cross. There was an assortment of poppers and toys, too. Philip walked over to the sling and got settled in. With his feet in the stirrups, he unzipped his briefs in the rear, displaying his furry ass to me. I sat down in front of him and started to rim his hole. Rimming is a favorite activity for me, and it is exciting to see a guy respond to my tongue. His ass was great, with a good amount of fur around the hole and all over his ass. Then, I leaned back to play with his ass. I massaged his ass and tempted his hole with my fingers. It was still wet with spit from the rimming, so I’d occasionally slide a finger just inside him. There was no reason to rush as we had agreed to play all night. Philip was squirming in the sling, so I knew that he was ready for more. He had a nice selection of dildos from Topped Toys, and I selected a small Erebus dildo. Lubed it up, then started to penetrate his hole. He wanted a hit of poppers so that he was really flying when I inserted it all the way, so he broke open a new bottle and took a few hits. Then, I pushed the toy all the way into his ass. It went in easily. I fucked him with the toy for a while. He wanted to smoke some more so he held the toy in place while I went back out to the living room area to get the pipe and torch. It was hot to see him thrusting the dildo in and out of his ass when I got back. To smoke, I needed to be near his head. When I got there, he leaned over, pulled my jockstrap aside, and started to lick my balls and the head of my cock. Even though it was distracting (in the best possible way), I managed to get the pipe ready for us. We spent some time smoking, licking, and fondling before he wanted to get out of the sling. I helped him out and climbed in. The leather, warmed by his body, felt very sensual against my skin. Philip rimmed me for a bit. He was good at it and made my hole open for him. He grabbed one of his Deep Space toys and lubed it up. Before shoving it in me, I took a few hits of poppers and gave him a nod of approval. He shoved it in with a single stroke. My ass felt full, and the dildo was in deep. He fucked me with it using long strokes. Since it is smooth, the ride was awesome and had me wanting more. Philip took out the dildo and lubed up his hands. He was gentle but assertive as he drove his hand into my ass. Once inside, he flexed his hand, letting me feel the invasion of my hole. He knew how to fist a guy. With each passing moment, he was working deeper and deeper into me, and I felt his fingers at my second hole. He poked and prodded there, getting the tips of his fingers through. But he told me that he was going to wait to penetrate me any deeper. Philip worked his hand back to my entrance. He used the thickest part of his hand to open my hole. He’d pull almost all the way out, then sink back in up to his wrist. Repeating this motion had my hole getting wider and wider. Philip pulled his hand out, wiped it off, and found his stash. He selected a shard and inserted it into my ass. The burn as the shard melted was exhilarating. Of course, he knew that he’d get me well-spun with this. While it was taking effect, he fingered around my hole, occasionally dipping inside but not disturbing the shard. He asked me to reach down and spread my ass for him. I did, and he dove in with his tongue. My ass was extra sensitive from the previous activities, and getting tongue fucked by him felt great. He lubed his hands again while he was eating my ass. He leaned back and shoved his hand back in my ass, going deep this time. The invasion was awesome, and I started to move the sling back and forth on his arm. He let me drive for a while, then reached up to stop the motion of the sling. Philip pulled his hand all the way out and then sunk it right back in again. This always feels amazing, and tonight was no exception. He would flex his hand on the way out to let me really feel his hand rubbing my prostate, and I was leaking in my jock. He pulled out, relubed the Deep Space toy, and handed it to me. He said that he was going to go upstairs for a minute and that I should entertain myself while he was away. I had to scoot further down in the sling and get my legs a little higher so that I could dildo my ass. Once in the right position, I started fucking myself with his toy. When Philip returned, my head was thrown back in enjoyment, and my eyes were closed. I opened them when I heard him in the room and saw that he wasn’t alone. The other guy was clad in a leather vest, with a harness that went down to a cock ring and a pair of leather boots. He was wearing a hood to cover his face. Philip introduced him as Ralph, his husband. Then Ralph reached for the dildo in my ass and started to move it in and out.

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.

The first time I saw him I thought he was a hot piece of ass that I hoped I would get a chance to drop my load in. But even that seemed farfetched. The line to get into his ass was deeper than I was willing to wait, at least at first. I was on vacation and decided on the third day of my vacation to go to the bathhouse. It had been almost a week since I had gotten off. I usually get off about once a day but when I go on vacation, I like to save it up and put it in a new hole somewhere and enjoy the local breeding holes. So, I went in, got a room and got settled in. I hadn’t seen much on the way in but it was a Friday night and I was sure it would pick up. As I started wandering the club, I saw a few okay guys but they weren’t super interested in me. So, I moved on and kept looking. As I turned the corner of one hallway, I could hear the slap and squish of some sloppy sex going on down the hall. I decided to go look and see what it was. They had this guy bent over the back of one of the benches in the porn theater room. As I entered, I could see his face but not much else and though he had his eyes closed at the moment the look of pure joy on his face told me he was loving the pounding he was getting. As I walked in farther, I saw the guy plowing his ass, he was a 6-foot-tall thicker, mildly hairy bear with a nice chest. He seemed to be loving that ass tremendously which just made me want it so much. I walked past the bottom to get a good look at the bottoms ass and it looked like heaven, he was hairless from the neck down and it suited him so well. His hole was leaking some jizz around the big cock that was reaming out his hole. The bear must have had at least 8 inches and thick. But I could tell that was not the first cock in that hole. The bottom was moaning quite a bit and would let out a surprised yell when the bear would bottom out. I was so focused on the fucking that I didn’t even notice the other guys in the room. I found myself trying to get closer to the hole and a guy tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned and noticed the other guys in the room, I realized there was at least 5 other guys there waiting. They were all jacking their cocks and staring at the ass that was getting plowed. I looked back at the ass and noticed the jock strap that was framing that ass and the bear was holding on to his flank and dripping sweat all over the bottoms back and ass. In that moment the bear grabbed tight and shoved himself as deep as possible and roared as he dumped his load in the bottom’s ass. This caused the bottom to squeal and start to shake as his hole accepted another mans spunk into his body. I was hard as a rock and desperate to get into that hole but there was no way I was gonna be able to keep all my cock from spewing forth it’s week long load if I sat here and watched this ass continue to swallow and leak cum. So, I decided I needed to take a walk and see if I could find something for myself first. The Next man in the line for the slut hole was an older but mostly in shape man, he was pretty hard and ready. The bear pulled out with an audible pop and the cum leaking out and hole trying to close itself down was like looking into this slut’s soul and I knew I would have to get inside of it eventually. But not now and I wasn’t about to spill my seed into my own hand. As the older man sank his 7 inch but thinner dick into that hole the bottom moaned again and smiled. I finally got out of the theater and wandered a minute with my hard cock. I found a cute little bear cub that had already been fucked. He had to be like 5’4” brown hair, cute body, dick locked up. He asked if I’d like to fuck him and I just nodded. We went to his room and left the door open. I had to eat that delicious looking ass and it was fantastic. Before long I had to fuck him. Sadly I had been so turned on by the slut in the theater that I didn’t last as long as I wanted. Before I even really had a chance to get a good rhythm going I could feel my balls pulling up. So I started ramming him hard, hoping he would start screaming or squealing. I got some good gasps and general moaning but not quite what I wanted. But I figured it would have to do and felt my cock erupt in his ass. He took it like a pro. I pulled out and he cleaned me off with his mouth. He was so cute I started to get a little hard again but knew I didn’t have it in me to fuck him again. But I had to taste that gapping ass just a little before I left. It tasted amazing. As I finally decided I was done some muscle dude with an average cock walks in and asks if he can fuck my cub. I told the guy he wasn’t my cub but he sure as hell could fuck him. The cub just looked at me and nodded. I lined that cock up and muscle man drove home as I gave the cub one good farwell kiss. As I was walking towards the showers, I saw the slut from the theater room. He was walking a little funny and had jizz just running down his legs. I saw him walking towards the dark back room. I thought I was done but seeing him walk that way had my interest, so I followed. Once I got back there, I couldn’t see anything and was just feeling along the walls till I found him. He had bent himself over some kind of half wall. My hands felt his ass before anything else. I cupped his butt and then felt the warm scuzz that was leaking out of him. Before I could stop myself, I was playing in it with my fingers and bringing my mouth to it. His hole was so hot, and swollen, deep, and oh so filled with cum. No matter where I put my fingers in his hole I felt cum. All directions. His ass tasted like a gourmet dinner I didn’t want to end. But my cock had reawakened and was ready for more action. I pulled myself up and considered using my fingers with my cock but then realized I just wanted to feel his hole surround my cock with with all the jizz in it by myself first. So I sunk into this sloppy mess and a grin went across my face. My cock and me were floating on a cloud. His ass and the beautiful hairless slut body in front of me was more than I could ask for and a memory I won’t easily ever forget. If I never got in this ass again I would still be a happy man. I knew I would want more but this was just fantastic. I kept fucking him and started pulling on his nips and balls. Hoping it would get some reactions out of him and oh did it ever. Felt his body tense, his hole squeeze, eventually I did add the finger along with my cock because I knew he could take it. He continued to squeal and moan. Finally after about 20 minutes I knew what was coming. As much as I wanted to enjoy this ass forever I knew I needed to add my seed to this slut hole. I was pounding as deep as I could get with my 7.5 thick inches, hoping to get to a place that would hold my seed within him for even longer. And then it started to build, tingling in my extremities, blurring of my vision. The need to put my seed so far in him that I hoped it would never come out. I was starting to grunt. I wanted to seed this slut. For some reason this slut felt different. He knew what he wanted and I loved that about him. His ass taking all that cock and cum ran through my mind in those last seconds and it threw me right over the edge. I convulsed and shot my second load of the night as deep and as hard as I could in this fucking hot ass slut. I left myself inside his hole as I felt him shake a little and his ass quiver. This is a slut that loves to be cum in. He gets a jizzjoy when you seed his hole. I loved it. As I was coming down I had the urge to piss in his ass and wash all the cum out just to make him start over but I didn’t know how he would feel about that this time and it gave me something to look forward to if I found him again another time. Finally I fell free of his ass and he turned around in a second and cleaned me completely. I thanked him and just to see his reaction squeezed a quick shot of piss in his mouth to see his reaction. He gagged for a sec, obviously surprised. But didn’t stop cleaning my cock and kind of latched on harder. Of course all of this was in the dark and there was a chance he wasn’t into all of this as much as I thought he was. So I tried again just a little longer squirt. He swallowed instantly. So I let him have it all. There wasn’t that much this time but he took it well. I patted him on the head, told him thanks and that I hoped to see him again soon. He belched. I loved it. I stood him up to bend him back over the wall and I think there was a miscommunication in me helping him up at first. He started to give me a hug. He figured out what I was doing though and bent himself over the wall. I was surprised no one had found us back in this corner but we seemed to be in our own little dark world. As I was patting his ass to say goodbye and feel his swollen hole one last time to get a taste on my finger I got a wild hair and just decided to go with it. I pulled him up and kissed him hard. He was surprised but fell right into me with it. I slid my jizz covered finger into both our mouths as we kissed and held his head tight with my other hand. He tasted like cum, piss, and possibly some cherry lube. It’s a taste I won’t easily forget. And that was that. I pulled away, patted his ass, and bent him back over the wall. I’d had the perfect moment and one of my greatest fucks and I walked away. It wasn’t till later that I realized I had no way to find or get ahold of him. I figured he wouldn’t be interested in anymore than what he has now. And I had a great time. But that wasn’t the only time I saw him.

To be fair to @ErosWired I had a minor variation on this happen to me at a bathhouse this fall. It was pup night, and I got asked back to the pup and handlers room, and while the handler was obviously presenting as a woman, I was operating under the assumption that she was an anatomical male below, it turns out she wasn't. In my case it worked out more or less ok since I'm bi and her pup wanted to flip with me, which we did. I would have been more than ok with it if she had been interested in letting me fuck her as well, but sadly she only wanted to use dildos on us and watch, I let her watch, but I personally have no interest in being penetrated by a toy.

My rule of thumb is "mature enough to make a rational adult decision". Sometimes that means 25 is too young. Other times 19 is just fine. The other rule is "there is mutual attraction" - it takes two to tango, and if one guy isn't into the other, nobody is going to have good fun. Personally, I'm not particularly attracted to the twinkish types (I like my men to be men, not boys), but no judgment on those who do. And yeah, I fucked a 19-year-old a few months ago, and he came back for seconds (and thirds), and I'm technically old enough to be his grandfather. Is that inappropriate? Not according to my moral compass. Societal rules are a bunch of hooey most of the time.

I couldn't agree with you more! As a 65 y/o bottom I have always enjoyed older mature tops from my college days until now. The things they taught me as a young man have resonated with me my entire sexual life. My sexual learning curve went pretty fast as a young man because of these mature men. They taught me about gay sexual passion to good old fashion anal fucking. Loved it with them then and still love it with them now!

As long as he is legal, and everyone involved is 100% agreeable, I don’t see that a huge age difference should matter. It is a personal decision.

Last year i stayed in a small complex with 4 bungalows with twin beds, teracces swimming pool and private maybe An idea

Really is liberating and electric when you can just let your inner cumslut out AND not feel anxiety after. Keep it up, it gets easier and easier to enjoy the more you partake.

OMG, I NEED this to happen to me!

You wriTe eXCeedinGly well, @catcher4you. Keep up the good worK!

When I posted the previous msg I was on the laptop and could not pull up the picture of the clamps, with some luck it will be on this post

It really is the best I've ever felt!

im 64 and will never stop taking anonymous loads i love getting bred by anonymous cock in adult book stores and theaters that will never stop for me

I was backing onto a glory hole at the sauna when a guy came in, fingered me briefly, then shoved his cock in. He fucked me for a few strokes, then pulled out. I waited and wondered what he was doing, then bent down and looked through the hole. I realised he'd put his cock through the hole opposite and was being sucked. I got myself back into position and hoped he'd return and, sure enough, all of a sudden he shoved his cock back inside me. He fucked me for a while, pulled out for about 30 seconds, then shoved it in again. This time I reached under and started stroking his balls, which seemed to do the trick. A few minutes later off he went, dumping his load deep inside me.

I take a motel room once a month or so in Los Angeles and run an open door ass up anon scene for hours. 90% of the guys who swing by to breed me are young enough to be my son. I love their horny dominant attitude and their youthful stamina.

I had a great night at Steamworks in Toronto last week. I had been a number of times before when I have had time after meetings in Toronto but it has always been in the afternoon. This was the first time I was able to be there later in the evening. The place was very busy with a great mix of guys. I arrived shortly after 9, got a room and hit the showers to freshen up. Then I spent some time relaxing in the steam room and hot tubs. Eventually I put my jock on and lubed up. I wandered around and found my self in the dark room where the slurp ramp is located. It was packed with guys you could hardly move. I worked my way over to the back of the room where a sawhorse is located. There was a guy on it facing me getting fucked and several other guys fucking against the wall. I felt the guy beside me grab at my cock and realize I had a jock on. I reached over to feel his cock which was nice and hard. He quickly moved behind me and I spread my feet apart and leaned forward. He lined up and slid into me. He grabbed my hips and started fucking me. The guy on the sawhorse got up so I moved forward a little and the fucking me pushed me down on it. After a few minutes he pushed in deep and shot his load in me. After he pulled out I stayed in position on the sawhorse and soon had another cock and load in my ass. After this I took a break and relaxed in my room. Eventually I opened my door and lay on my stomach. A few minutes later I had a top with a nice thick cock join me. I sucked his cock for a while. When he told me he was getting close I turned around and he fucked a third load into me. This was probably the most fun I have had to date at a bathhouse. The whole vibe was much different than the daytime crowd. The place was packed and people were fucking everywhere. I didn’t see anyone using condoms. Until this past year I would have never joined in the fun like I did on the sawhorse. With PrEP though I was able to just let loose, relax and go with the flow.

Haven’t posted in so long… been having lots of sex in the past few months this week alone met with 6 guys, 3 of them yesterday. been using Sniffies and Grindr. Yesterday, I went to this guys place, tall white guy, super thick cock! Thickest I’ve had, surprised I took it. I fucked him who btw has a very nice ass too, 🤤 he bred me then I rode him and jo on him so I unmounted him to suck him off and he gave me load #2. after that I met this guy on Sniffies who wanted to get ff so I told him I would do it. Only did it once before and it wasn’t long. It was I’d say an intro/feel for it. Anyways, went over and he’s a sexy guy. I was nervous and didn’t know where to start. Well surprisingly he grabs me and starts making out. It was intense and I loved it. I flipped him over to eat his hole and it was amazing. Proceeded to fuck him while I was on top of him, kissing him, holding him tight and then sniffing/licking his pits 🤤 then i started to fist him. Took a bit but I got in and wow! The feeling and sight was intensely hot! Continued for a bit when he decided to flip on his back! He has a very nick cock! So i sucked him, deepthroated while I punch his hole 🤜 🕳️ never expected this. He then requested to fuck me and I said fuck yea! He first throat fucked me, 69 then put my legs on his shoulder and slid right in. The making out and fucking was hot. Then we moved back to FF and I continued sucking while punching and he came down my throat! I was horny still so I was near a park and messaged this hot guy on Sniffies. Said he was horny but couldn’t host. Asked if I’d be okay with doing it in my car. Sure! Went to garage and moved to the back seat. Fuck this guy was hot! Sexy Mexican 30 fit body! And again loved kissing. The make out session was incredible. Really enjoyed it. He had mentioned armpits before and said he put on deodorant (I have that on my profile) . I said I didn’t care. He proceeded to pull his sweats down and laid horizontally on the back seat and I got to work, sucking him and he raises my arm and starts Sniffing my pits. So hot. I would alternate between sucking him, getting throat fucked, to licking his nipples and pits (I didn’t care about the deodorant, wasn’t bad) and making out. He said he was close so I took him deep and swallowed it all. He asked I cum too so we made out while I jerked off and finished on the floor. I was done! earlier this week, met this guy at a park, he fucked and bred me in his car. Right after I went to this guys place in a high rise and he fucked me, adding a second load. 🐷 😈 I really need to go to a bathhouse (club Houston) and get as slutty as possible! Definitely want to just check it out at least. Haven’t mustered up the courage yet to go. I want to go before the end of the year for sure !

As a total Top I have thoroughly enjoyed reading through this thread knowing that many prefer a load in their cunt balls deep. I will start ejaculating my seed when I am balls deep, and I will not move a millimetre of my shaft until I have unloaded all the seed I have to dump on that occasion. Anything else is just fucking criminal, lol. I always grunt loudly throughout during the insemination too. What happens after can vary.... A butt plug to hold in, or a FFisting to push it in deeper.

They're well worth trying. The larger sizes and the FF version certainly take a bit of practice to get in though.

Well we all went away for the weekend. It was good to see my friend Lukasz again. And he was really in to Dan. He kept it quiet, but when the evening came and we ended up back at the hotel it became obvious. We'd had a few beers and were feeling relaxed. Lukasz really wanted to fuck, just like he'd said. He was eating Dan out and asked to fuck. Dan said just keep eating me out. So Lukasz kept going, eating him out and telling him he wanted to fuck his sexy pussy, saying Dan would love his dick inside him. Eventually he was begging to fuck that pussy and Dan said ok, fuck me for a bit. It was so hot seeing his dick teasing Dan's hole, then sliding inside him and knowing I'd probably get to do it after him. Lukasz must have been worked up because he shot that load fast. Dan didn't expect to get cum in, but Lukasz was relaxed about it and saying it's fine and how it took his GF almost a year of trying to get pregnant so one time is no big deal. I pretty much licked Dan clean to eat Lukasz's fresh cum, then I got to top with Dan. As I thought, Dan is as every bit as sexy a bottom as I expected. We did it both evenings. It was a huge turn on thinking about both our loads mixed up inside Dan and our sperm swimming around in him. Hopefully we get to do it some more. From all I've learnt I think it's safe enough, but people might weigh their chances differently.

Well here I was, locked in a police cell for the night because of a dumb dare made by some friends who disappeared as soon as the patrol car lights appeared, leaving me with no way back over the fence. (Note to self: get some new friends.) The two cops had been taking a break parked well down the dark alley out of the way like and it would just have to be the alley with the fence and the gleaming virgin wall just itching for some spray paint. Lights, action, caught!!! At least it was a quiet night. I was the only resident of the dark, gloomy holding cell. Half of the lights were broken or just plain missing. Anyhow, damn. I had just turned legal and now I had a record. I hadn't made my one phone call as I was trying to avoid telling my parents I wasn't staying at my buddy Billy’s place for the night but rather that the cops had picked me up while I was out spraying. Laying here on the pallet I found myself horny. I hadn’t had my nightly wank, so I figured 'What the hell? I’m full of testosterone and four wanks a day barely keep my cock down. Oh yeah, I guess I should describe myself. I'm Ben, I’m just 18, I'm 5’5” but definitely a gym rat as I take after my Dad, and he started me early. At 18 I’m packing some serious muscle and a real nice beer can cock. You know the type: kinda short, only 5”, but thick as your wrist and a big mushroom head. Light brown hair cut high and tight like my Dad. Yup. You guessed it. I’m an army brat and nice enough looking to turn heads. I must have dozed off as I was startled when the outside door clanged open and in the dim light I saw a figure walking into the hallway. The glint of his badge told me he was a cop. He turned around and locked the outer door to the cells and walked down the line to the last cell in the row where I was put for giving some bad mouth to the duty officer, practically in the dark. He was big not just tall but seemed to darken the room. I couldn’t see his face in the gloom and his peaked cap hid his face. His baton clanked the bars some more to ensure I was awake before he spoke with a deep voice seemingly coming all the way up from his very shinny boots. “So you’re the bad mouthed twink that’s messing up my quiet night on cell duty. That don’t make me happy, not one bit boy, so you’re going to pay. Only the skeleton crew is on tonight, boy, and it's just going to be you and me for the next hour at least," he drawled. Fuck I’m so screwed, I thought. “Now boi get your face over here against the bars so I can have a good look at you." I got up and trepedaciously walked over, saying "I'm sorry, officer, that I've ruined your night. Don't worry, I'll be really quiet. I won't be a bother to you at all." The officer just smirked. Once I was at the bars I could see his handsome face, tight cropped beard. I could also see he was built like the brick shit-house that stood in my grandmother's back yard. He put away his baton and in a flash his big hand was round my throat pulling me up on my toes and choking me, his other big hand grabbed my crotch pulling me hard against the bars with a clunk. “You do as you’re told and you might just survive the night boy, but you better keep your gob shut.”

yes! that's exactly it...the perfect moment to blow. the edging is fun and feels REALLY fucking good, but it's all about that intense moment of climax. that moment where sensation, visual stimulation through the right picture, the right lines in a story, and the action and verbal of the right video all collide. the only time it's more intense is when it happens as i'm buried balls deep inside a great ass.

Part 3 A Pick up So, I really had thought I wasn’t gonna ever see that boy again. His hole was gonna be a fun memory from a simple vacation. I wasn’t near as adventurous by nature when I was home. But my kinks are still my kinks at home. So, I still like to get in a hole with jizz in it and the risqué and seedy as well when the chances arrive, but don’t want to get arrested or in trouble either. So, I still go and see what is going on in the cruising parks and the seedy mall bathrooms. This day I was in the mall to pick up some work slacks. There is one bathroom at the mall that can get cruisy. It has a long hallway after the entrance door to another door. You can hear as each one opens and gives guys a chance to get decent. Also, the handicapped stall is at an odd angle in the back that makes it hard to see feet unless u are looking real hard. So, I have caught many guys in there and thought they were doing things but only saw a bj once. And everyone knows it’s the cruisy bathroom. I have never done anything in there. I almost did something with this hot little twink, but it didn’t work out. But today I walked in and I could tell someone was in that stall. It had gotten quiet, but I could tell something was going on. I grabbed a paper towel and dropped it just so I could look under the stall and sure enough 2 pair of feet. And then I heard the whisper “Just keep fucking me slowly till he leaves.” I do my best not to giggle at the thought that they think they are getting away with this but also keep from getting hard. I catch that unmistakable smell of cum as I walk to the last urinal to take my piss. They are doing their best to be quiet but whoever that bottom was couldn’t sit still and I could hear the slick movements of a lubed ass riding a cock. When I was finished, I turned around to walk to the sink to wash my hands and looked through the slit between the stall door and saw the bottoms face. He looked familiar but I couldn’t quite place it. I washed up and headed out of the bathroom and decided to wait on the bench right across from the bathroom. Now this bathroom is in a back hallway in the mall and gets little to no traffic usually anyway. So, I waited. And then I heard the obvious noises of sex, so good skin to skin slapping, some good moaning. It was all pretty faint thru 2 doors, but it was a quiet hallway. Then I heard “YES SIR, BREED MY SLUT HOLE.” And the sounds died down. I was hard as a rock. There was a part of me hoping I could go in there as the other guy came out. But then I remembered who he looked like. That face was the one I remembered seeing as he was getting pounded at the bathhouse. My dick got even harder. Here was a chance to fuck that boy again, if it was him. I was so distracted. I saw the big hulk of a mountain man walk out of the bathroom that had to be the top that had just destroyed and seeded this slut’s hole. And I just randomly had a different idea pop into my head. Before I could shake it out of my head here comes the slut out of the bathroom. It is him. Bitch is wearing some super short running shorts with a jockstrap I can see the straps on just inside his shorts. And a fucking mesh crop top. If he would have been sucking a sucker, I would have thought him the quintessential easy-twink cum-dump of comics. He was looking a little shy but super happy as he came out of the restroom and I acted on instinct. “Oh, hey Slade, I thought I saw you earlier in the mall.” I said as I walked up to and hugged him, smelling the sex and sweat on the boy. “Surely you remember me, we met in Orlando. I thought you were super hot and wanted to ask you out but figured we were both on vacation and no chance of anything there. But here you are now. I think you should come with me and I’ll show you a good time tonight.” The slut looked utter dumbfounded. It was a good look on him. I could tell he was mulling over his options until he finally just nodded. I was surprised it had worked. I mean I had no idea what his name really was. But I could see the submissive streak in him, and I had already fucked him twice. Plus, he had some hulks scuzz slowing churning in his ass already, not to mention how many other men’s ball juice in there, which just turned me on more. I figured he wouldn’t turn me down too hard. He wanted more dick and just hoped I would give it too him. He wasn’t expecting the other things I wanted from him. So, he followed me as I went into the mall. “I have to pick up my slacks I have had ordered and tailored before we can go.” I said. “Oh, do you want me to wait outside the store or by your car?” “No, you don’t have to do that.” “I’m not really dressed for that. I don’t want to embarrass you, sir” And there it was. He called me sir already. He didn’t know my name and he knew I didn’t know his and already he is giving up power. “It’s okay. I invited you to come with me, I’m not embarrassed by you, I think your hot. If I want you to come along, come along.” I said. He nodded. He squirmed a little bit as we walked. I’m pretty sure he was trying to keep hulks load in his ass. It was hot to watch and think about. We got to the store and I walked in first and even held the door for Slade. I gave the cute 24 yo brown haired decent bottom, Tad my receipt and he went to fetch my slacks. It was fun to watch his ass leave, even if I only ever had it with a condom. Jerry the other sales guy was both eye fucking and judging the hell out of Slade. Jerry doesn’t look like much, just mid 30’s in shape guy, dark hair, green eyes, but always had a decent bulge in his tailored pants. Tad said he was a decent fuck but tended to cum buckets from a short fuck. So not always worth it for Tad. I decided to start looking at some shirts to see what Jerry or Slade would do. Jerry came over and asked Slade if he needed help with anything. Slade looked to me to see what he could say. So, I said “Slade, let Jerry pick out some underwear for you, he’s good at that.” Jerry grinned, “Slave, really that’s what you call him out in public, and make him dress like this?” “His name is Slade with a D. And I didn’t choose that outfit, though I do appreciate it” I said. The slut I named Slade looked super confused. But he was looking at Jerry with some lust in his smile, and that bulge in his eyes. “Jerry, show him the limited-edition stuff in the back, I’ll buy him 2 pair. It makes for a better present on a first date than some flowers or candy.” I said Jerry escorted Slade away without another word. But the look on Slade’s face when I said date was palpable. I couldn’t tell if it was excitement or disappointment. But off they went. And a few minutes later here comes Tad with my pants. “Here ya go,” Tad said. “Where did your friend go?” “Oh, Jerry is picking out some underwear for him. It’s my present for him for our first date.” “He’s your date?!? Really?” “Well I picked him up here at the mall, but yeah. I have seen him before when we were both on vacation in Florida but this is the first real date” “And you sent him to the back with Jerry?” Tad exclaimed “You know Jerry will try to fuck him” “Yes Tad I do know that, and that’s fine if he does” “You don’t think Jerry will be successful in bagging what’s his name?” “His name is Slade” “Slave? Did you buy him on the internet or something?” “No, Slade with a D. Or at least that is what I am calling him. I picked him up outside the cruisy bathroom.” “So, he’s a hookup and you don’t care if Jerry fucks him first?” “He was getting fucked in the bathroom right before I picked him up, but its not a hook up. I really wanna take him on a date” “I don’t understand” “I like slutty boys Tad; you should know this by now. It is the reason you and I were never more than a hookup” and at this pronouncement another customer walked into the store. Some 40’s white guy that was nothing much to look at. I went and looked at socks while I waited for what I hoped would be an even more well loaded slut that I could wine, dine, get fucked, and then take home to cuddle and play in his hole.

So I am writing this both because i enjoy it, and because Behindonestep requested it, and i hope one day to breed his slutty ass. So i decided to write a bit from his perspective before i move on to Part 3 from my perspective. So this next part i wrote is from his perspective. Part 1.5 Slut's vacation I had gotten in so late that night and knew all I wanted to do was get cock shoved in my hole as much as possible. I had to be so much more careful when I was home. Too many times it was careful fucks with guys who would want to own me, humiliate me, or change me. I couldn’t just walk around dressed slutty looking a little dumb and hoping some guy would just ask to plow me and me let them at home. So, this weekend was my chance. I wanted to be the biggest himbo I could. I had even worn a crop top on the plane, trying to advertise as much as possible. I didn’t quite do the short shorts yet on the plane, I did however have a jock on that had a strap that rode up that anyone could see. Sadly, I had very few bites. A few fun looks, but no one asked until I was getting off the plane. One of the flight attendants asked if I was going out and if I needed any suggestions. I told him I had planned on going to the baths. He smiled and said he had an overnight stay the next evening and he hoped to see me at some club. I was sad to not get his cock and load then but hopped to catch him the next day. I went straight to the baths and had a fantastic evening. Stripped down to my jock and walked around for the night. Made it to the porn theater and saw a guy jacking off, he wasn’t the hottest guy I had seen but his cock was calling to me. I walked over moved his hand and went down on him. He grabbed my head and let me blow him. Before long another guy came up and sat next to the guy I was blowing and he started petting on my ass. That perked me right up. I practically put my ass in his lap. He was groping all around and started fingering at my hole. I had planned on being a super slut so I had pre lubed myself. I think he was surprised to find it so slick. He got a finger in without much trying and I moaned into the cock that was lodged in my throat. That seemed to bring some attention to what was going on. The guy I was blowing suddenly noticed I was getting fingered by his chair neighbor and decided to claim what he felt was his. He said, “He started blowing me first, I get first crack at his ass.” The man fingering my hole seemed a little tense at that. So, I took matters into my own hands. I stopped blowing the first guy, got up and sat straight down on his dick. I tried to go a bit to fast and wasn’t nearly stretched enough at first, but I was determined. He didn’t stop me. At the same time, I made the other guy stand up. He was a lanky 40’s man with a nice size uncut cock I had to put in my mouth. So here I was, riding one cock like it was candy for my hole that my ass couldn’t stop licking. And trying to inhale this hot cock down my throat. I felt like such a proper slut. I really wished someone would frame a pic of this for themselves. Not to blackmail me or humiliate me, just appreciate my talents and see me for who I am inside. I wanted to please these men. I wanted to feel their cocks in my body, but most of all I wanted to feel them cum. I wanted their juices flowing into my body and have them leave satisfied but me overfilled with the man scuzz I craved. And then it happened. The first dude started to spasm and groan. I felt his prick thicken and spit its hot load into me. I barred down to get it deep and let him keep squeezing all that DNA into me. I pulled myself free and turned around to clean his cock off. He was super sensitive but let me. He eventually pushed me out of the way so he could stand up. The other guy took my turn around as his chance to get into my ass. He pushed me over the bench and started railing on my now filled hole. It was fantastic. I let him go to town ridding my ass till he finally blew in my hole. As I felt him blow his load, I realized I felt several more hands on my body. It made me smile. That meant there were more men there that wanted to use me for their own pleasure. So, I let them. I lost track of how many men fucked me. Several didn’t want to cum in me right of way. Which is okay in general but generally I am here for the cum. I don’t want you plowing my hole and driving out the juices I am collecting if you aren’t adding any new jizz. So, after the 3 guys in a row had fucked me and not cum there was a small break where no one wanted in my hole. I took that to mean no one else here was gonna flood my hole and decided to move on. I limped a bit and headed toward the showers with cum running down my legs when I saw the entrance to the darkroom/maze. I couldn’t pass it up. I decided to head in there and see if anyone else needed to nut in me, I didn’t wanna be done yet. I found a nice comfortable corner where there was a half wall/ledge I could lean across. It let me rest but also left my ass exposed. But I was in a dark deep corner and worried no one would fine me. Luckily it wasn’t long till I felt some new hands. They were groping my ass. And I heard his deep breathing and excitement as he found the cum running down my leg. It made me smile. His fingers and hand were solid but so excited. They found my hole and both playing in and trying to shove more of the cum in my ass. I was lightly moaning at this man having fun with my ass. He put his face down there and I could feel his breath on my hole. He licked around my hole and started putting fingers in me, I thought to stretch me, which I didn’t need. But then I realized I think he just wanted to play in the cum. I was worried he was going to try and suck all the cum out, but instead he just played and whispered into my hole. It was like he was licking and sweet talking my slut hole. He stood up and put the head of his cock at my entrance. I was loose as hell and knew he could just dive in, but he seemed to want to savor my body, my hole, and my sluttiness. I desperately just wanted him to fuck and load my hole. I tried to push back and he let me, but once he was in my ass he just held on tight to leave himself feeling my ass as I tried to squeeze and squirm around it but not too hard because I didn’t wanna lose all the cum in me by squeezing too much. He finally started moving and it felt wonderful. I kept trying to flex around his cock to keep him happy and fucking me. And then I felt him lean forward. He took ahold of my nipples and started tugging. It made me grunt and squirm. I loved it. Then he grabbed my balls in my jock and pulled. He seemed to be loving my ass and kept fucking harder. He went back to my nipples. It felt like he was trying to rip my nipples off at times, he seemed to like to hear me grunt, yell and exclaim. He even whispered in my ear as he is railing me, “your nipples would be even better pierced, boy” “I would do it as soon as I can sir” Apparently that worked for him. Just a few more strokes and he pushed hard into me. And then I knew it was happening. Felt his balls pull up, heard his breathing changed and then the telltale pulsing as he shot his load inside me. It made me shake with joy as I knew I was getting another load. He held me for a while just letting his cock stay in me as deep as he could. Eventually it started to soften, and he pulled out of me. I turned around as quick as I could in the dark and proceeded to clean his now cum covered cock. I was enjoying it immensely, putting my tongue in every nook and cranny I could find when suddenly there was a squirt in my mouth. I had hoped he had cum some more, but it was piss. It surprised me at first, it was such and hard and sudden spurt. It almost made me choke, but I quickly swallowed as a good little slut should and latched on closer to the base in case, he wanted to give me more. I wish I could have looked up at him to let him know he could do more, but it was far too dark. So then he let go another quick stream, and since I was more prepared I swallowed it straight down no problem, and gave him a little nod. He got the hint and unleased a good beers worth of piss and I swallowed it all. Left his cock spick and span. He then patted me on the head and thanked me. I belched and worried that wouldn’t be something he would like but he helped stand me up right into his arms and I had thought he wanted to hug me so I was gonna do that, but he turned me around and put me back over the chair height wall and patted me on the ass. He thanked me again and as if my ass was a magnet his hand went back to the hole and fingered me more time. Then suddenly he is standing me up and kissing me. It was awkward at first finding each other in the dark but then he added his cum covered finger to our kiss and held me hard with his other hand and I melted. I would give this man kids if I could I swear. Or at least let him keep pumping sperm into me to his hearts content to try. Ha! And then he was done. He left me there short of breath, full of his sperm and piss. He bent back over the wall, patted my ass and was gone. I waited there for another 15 or 20 minutes to see if anyone else found me. But sadly no. I wondered back out to the front and couldn’t see anything going on. Wondered around for a bit sad my first slut night was winding down. I went back to the locker to get my stuff and decided to be daring and walk to my car naked. It wasn’t till I was walking out the front door I remembered I didn’t have a car rented this trip. So, I called an uber as I slid my slut shorts back on. To my surprise the front desk clerk at the bathhouse came out and asked if I called an uber. I told him yes. He was a 50 yo leather daddy. He told me he would take me home, he was an uber driver. He made me blow him all the way back to my hotel. Then got out, followed me to the room and pounded out my hole for a good hour. He told me he had wanted to get ahold of me earlier, but his shift hadn’t ended yet. I told him to tell his friends. He said he would for the next night, but it was way to late to get them over tonight. So, there I slept in some tight shorts, hoping to hold as much cum in as possible knowing I would wake up in a wet pool of cum most likely, but so happy to be on slut’s vacation.

Part 2 The Next time I saw him was the next evening. I had decided to go to one of the local clubs to have a few drinks and do some dancing with a few local friends. It was a bigger club that had lots of smaller bars/rooms within that you could hang out in. Even a little leather and cigar pool table room hidden in the back. But because of that odd layout it had a couple different bathrooms. And some were known to be sleazier than the others. But most everybody knew that. So, my friends, Michael and Bruno are having a good time with me. We are dancing after a few drinks and Michael says he has to go to the bathroom. We tell him we will wait for him here on the dancefloor and off he runs. Apparently, Bruno wanted a little alone time with me anyway because he started hard core grinding on me and making out with me as soon as Michael made it to the edge of the dance floor. He had me rock hard and precumming and it just kept going. He was feeling all of my body and holding on to it like he wanted to put it all inside of him. It was enthralling. And it just kept going. I was gonna have rubbed raw dick in my pants if this kept up. I was so caught up in the tongue in my mouth and the ass in my hands I didn’t notice when Michael got back. “Holy Shit!” Michael exclaimed and startled us by grabbing our shoulders. I thought he was upset, but I had thought he and Bruno weren’t together so I couldn’t figure out why. He was shaking and he started to drag us off the dance floor. I wasn’t sure I was up for the drama that I thought this was gonna be, but he finally got us out on the patio where we could talk. And when he finally turned around to face us, he was shaking. “What’s up dude? I was trying to get David here to fuck me on the dancefloor.” Bruno said with a sly grin. “Is that what you were doing?” I asked Bruno. “I wondered what the sudden sexual assault was.” “Michael got you last time, this time I wanted a turn. I had to hear all about it from him last time.” Bruno whined. “So you do kiss and tell, huh Michael?” I said. “Fuck off, that’s not what is important at the moment. I just did something I have never done before. I went to the sleazy bathroom next to the leather bar, just to see what was going on.” Michael said. “And which celebrity did you think was getting a bj this time?” Bruno mused as he rolled his eyes. “No, not that this time. There was this hot little number getting railed. I mean fucked hard right there next to the urinal. Like in order to pee I was going to have to stand next to the ass slapping fucking that was going on. They weren’t even in the stall. They didn’t notice me but before I could catch my breath this tall lean athletic top just shoved in hard and started grunting. Had the guys face pushed up against the wall and was unloading his balls.” “Damn, that sound hot as hell. Like having live porn happen right in front of you.” Bruno said, because I was basically drooling at what Michael had said. “It was almost too much for me, I thought I was gonna shoot in my shorts. The top pulled out and I heard the plop of cum hit the bathroom floor. The top pulled up his pants quickly and turned to me and noticed me and said, “Hot piece of ass, u should try it.” I laughed awkwardly. I thought for sure the bottom would pull up his shorts and leave but he just stayed there, bent over and breathing heavy, facing the wall. Not realizing how long I was standing there or how much I was staring the slut turned to look at me. He nodded at me like he was greeting me or encouraging me. So, I nodded back at him. He then nodded at his ass and asked, “You wanna?” I didn’t know what to do. I had started to unbutton my fly on the way in to pee. So, I was holding my pants and zipper. And I don’t know what came over me, but I did it. I whipped it out, already mostly hard and he just backed up to me. He lined his ass up and just took my cock in his slutty little hole. I was so turned on it took nothing. Maybe 10 strokes and I blew my wad deep in that hole. And the crazy thing is the fucker started shivering when I jizzed. He was so excited to get a load blown in his hole. I pulled out quickly and realized I still had to piss, stepped up to the urinal to empty my bladder and he smiled over at me and said “I can take care of that too if you want.” I just laughed and said “No, thanks. You’ve done more than enough” as I pissed in the urinal. He then smiled at my cum covered cock and then said “at least let me clean it up before you head back out” and before I could stop him he was sucking my dick clean. When he felt it was good, he pulled my underwear up and patted my thigh and said “Thank you, tell your friends” And I thought, this is a story I will be telling my friends for years to come!” “Holy shit, Michael! You just fucked some random slut in the bathroom?!?” Bruno Exclaimed. “It wasn’t planned, some hot dude tells you this ass is great and this cute guy is bent over and totally wanting it, you just take it. I did it without even thinking.” Michael says. “Is he still in there? Which bathroom was it?” I blurt out without thinking. Neither of my friends is terribly prudish but they don’t frequent the baths either. They prefer the regular hook ups with a few mild daring things. Not the super slut, spunk filled, hole stretched cum dumps I tended to seek out. They knew my type and just assumed I like to hook up like they did. “He was in the naughty bathroom in the back.” Michael said “Of course, you went to the naughty bathroom, you hooker.” Burno said “You know I just like to see who is in there, the gossip is just too good to pass up.” Michael sassed. I sat there tying to figure out how I was gonna sneak away when the opportunity jumped into my brain. “That’s freaking awesome Michael, you need a drink after that. I’m gonna run to see Josiah over in the leather bar and get one of his great drinks and get you a good strong drink. Do you want one?” I ask to Bruno. He nods and I’m out of there. I had to see if that slut hole was still there. I weave through the crowd to that small bathroom in the back corner, the good thing is the leather bar is around the corner from that door, so I at least looked like I was going the right way. When I opened the door, I was a little disappointed. There was no one in the front part by the 3 urinals or the sink. And it was quiet. The bathroom had an odd L shape and there was a stall around the back wall of the urinals so I figured I would see what may be going on over there. As I was about to turn the corner this thick football player looking guy came out of the stall and I saw just a peek of him in there. The football guy smiled as he walked by and said, “That slut has been well used, just a warning” I looked in, and saw it was the same slut from the baths the day before. He looked so hot there. He was bent over the toilet, leaking hole facing the door, his head was hanging down as he seemed to be shivering, but not cold, almost like he was high. I got a better look at his body this time. Nice tan skin, tight lithe body, dark hair on his head, but hairless from the neck down. He obviously shaved or waxed. I reached out and had to pet his ass. He pushed into my hand, craving the touch. I used my other hand to spread his cheeks. As I did a big drop of cum fell out and landed on his thong underwear he had pulled down between his legs. I was staring at this cum dripping hole again. I couldn’t believe my luck. I thought for sure last night was the only time I would ever get to enjoy that hole. I was determined to enjoy this hole as much as I could. I bent down to rim that hole and as I got close, I was overcome by the smell of cum that filled my nostrils. That hole was a sloppy mess with some nice swollen lips. I could feel the heat coming off that ass. I stuck out my tongue and instantly tasted that funk that can only be semen. He felt my tongue and dove back on my tongue. This bitch wanted anything he could get in his hole. My tongue was his current victim. And I enjoyed it. I was sucking on his hole enjoying the cum, the heat, and feeling of his ass. It really was a loose sloppy. My tongue was spinning loops looking for every corner I could reach with my tongue enjoying feeling him squirm, moan and enjoy. As I was sucking on his hole with my nose planted in his crack and holding my breath because I didn’t want to come up for air, I heard the door open. It reminded me that I didn’t have endless access to this ass. I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from the sex candy that was his ass and pulled out my cock that had been straining to get out of my pants since I saw that it was the same boy for the night before. I released my cock and he reached back to pull his cheeks apart. I took my cock head and started rubbing it up and down his crack. He wasn’t having that. He grabbed my cock and lined it up with his hole. He knew what he wanted. He got the head in and sat there. I thought he would back onto my cock immediately like he did that day before. But it was like he was contemplating or memorizing or trying to remember my cockhead. Or maybe just wanting me to make the final stroke. So, I did. After letting him just enjoy the head for a good few seconds and then I gave into my urge and slammed all the way in. His hole tightened and squirmed as he screamed from the sudden thrust. It was so wonderful. I let him pant and squirm as he enjoyed getting used to it. Then I started stroking. His hole was making all those wonderful sloppy noises and I was loving it. I heard the squeak of the stall door and looked over my shoulder to see some short thick boy in overalls rubbing his bulge. Knowing he wanted in this ass I fucked it hard and deep. Trying to hit every angle I could to make the cum in his ass keep squishing out and running down our balls. Once I found and started pounding against his prostate his hole would tense with each hit. That was it. I couldn’t take it any longer. I pushed as deep as I could and felt my balls pull up. I unloaded deep in his ass as I gasped to catch my breath. I loved feeling my cock pulse in his ass. I felt like my balls were trying to climb into his ass too. That was the best hole I had felt for a long time. I finally pulled out and saw more cum covering more of that red thong between his legs. I stepped to the side. Assuming the blonde shorty wanted a turn, I moved over. I moved out of the stall as the dude tried to kick the guys feet apart. The shorts and underwear got in the way, so he pulled the shorts and underwear off. That way he could spread the slut’s ass and get to his hole at a better height. I had pulled my pants up and decided in that moment to steal the slut’s thong. I wanted to remember this little bitch and his cunt for a long time to come. I stuffed the thong in my pocket as I was walking out of the bathroom and I heard the thick boy calling him a bitch cunt and heard the unmistakable sound of his cock shoving into a sloppy hole. I walked out of the bathroom and was smiling ear to ear. So happy I had two chances to enjoy this little slut. I spent the rest of the night remembering his hole. So much so I went to try and find his hole again later that night before leaving but I never saw him again. I had wondered if he saw me but assumed, he didn’t know or care. And I kind of liked that, at least for now. He was a total slut hole, and that’s why I liked him. I flew home the next day assuming I would never see him again. But turns out I was wrong.

Part 3 Sorry been mental busy guys. The metal rattle of keys being shoved into a lock woke me from my light sleep. The cell blanket wrapped around my naked body and the pile of my piss soaked cloths lying in the corner brought my situation back to me in a rush. My heart started beating fast as I knew who was coming into the cells again and my cock sprung to life much to my disgust. He stepped in and again locked the door to the cells closed but this time he turned back to the door and taped a large sheet of paper over the view slot in the door. I also noticed a bag hanging at his waist caught on his belt beside his gun. He strode arrogantly over to my cell and pointed to the spot right in from of him. I knew what he wanted and hated myself for almost rushing over. But over I went there was no refusing his gesture. He stood there with an air of expectance and I raised my arms allowing the blanket to fall off my body as my hands went to the growing bulge in his trousers to unzip and allow his monster cock out again. My own cock was at full mast as I heard a sharp intake of breath from him as he viewed my naked body. His big cock sprang out and I took his knob into my mouth and started to work him more and more into my throat. Again my eyes teared and my breathing came in ragged gasps as his knob cut off my airway. He worked to about half way again and seemed satisfied as he withdrew and slowly pushed back again allowing me to catch a breath. For ages he just seemed to rock back and forth filling my mouth and throat with his thick cock. Throat slime was thick on his shaft and drooling down my front. “Up, face me and stand near the bars Boi”, he ordered in that deep voice that seemed to fill the cells. The noise of belts came to my ears as he delved into the bag but it wasn’t belts. A cold leather strap went around my upper thigh just below my crotch and buckled tight, this was repeated on my other leg. Next he knelt down and secured the same on my ankles. My cock was dripping and aching from the hardness. Another set of straps where attached to just above my knees and finally to each of my wrists. “Turn around and bring your ass against the bars boi” Again the bag rustled and suddenly he grabbed my ankle and pulled it against cell bar and i heard the click of a lock securing my ankle to cell bar. “Spread your legs boi” I did so and again a lock fastened my ankle to the cell bars. “Bend over boi and touch your ankles” His hands snaked through the bars and locked my wrist straps to steel loops in the ankle straps. There I was bent over, naked and wondering just what was going to happen next. The click of more locks and the straps at my knees and thighs where put into place and I found I was securely fastened against the cell bars hardly able to move. The cold bars bit into my flesh as I was so tightly secured against them. The rattle of keys made my head turn and from my upside down view he walked into the cell. There was something more in his hand that I could not make out. “Open your mouth boi”, he grunted and as I did my mouth was suddenly filled with the taste of rubber and a strap buckled at the back of my neck head it in place. My cock spurted more precum as I felt his abrasive hands roughly roamed over my body. He stood up and left the cell, locking the door again and returning to stand outside the bars in front of my ass. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I knew what he was planning. Sure the jokes had went round the team changing rooms and now I knew what he intended to do to me. Secured as I was there was nothing I could do, not even cry for help. Again the bag rustled, I heard the pop of a lid, cold sticky substance being pressed into my virgin hole by his thick finger and a deep growling groan coming from him. I tried to scream, cry, sob and tell him not to do this but it only worked the rubber ball deeper and more completely into my mouth. He stood up and his hard cock slapped against my ass as he had obviously gave it a jerk and used it like a baton to slap against my spread and vulnerable crack of my ass. I heard the hiss of a bottle opening and suddenly a strange smell filled the air and he was breathing very deeply and holding each breath. The cold on my ass suddenly warmed as I realised his huge hot knob was positioned against the virgin entrance of my body. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I could not move, I was bound against the bars of the cell and unable to scream. “Going to breed you boi, going to dump my load of hot cum deep in your virgin hole, going to bust your cherry ass wide open and make you bleed from my massive cock driving into your body “ Deeper inhaling followed that grunted statement and my brain suddenly release he wasn’t even going to wear a condom. The cold sweat for fear ran down my spine and onto my neck. The bars shuddered and he grabbed them and thrust his cock into my hole. Fire of pain shot through me as I was brutally impaled on his massive cock. Only his knob broke through the tight ring of my ass but I knew it wasn’t going to stop.

He let go with a shove and I went sprawling across the cell. By the time I got back to my feet he was gone. WTF was that all about?, I thought. My throat was sore from where his strong fingers had tightened and there was a strange heat in my crotch. There I was, left in the dim dark with a ragging hard on and a cold sweat. Several minutes passed and my cock had just gone down when I heard the key scrap into the door lock. Both cold sweat and hard cock sprang on me - again. I could feel the sweat trickle down to my ase crack and a big spot of precum stain appear in front of my shorts. Yeah I’m one of those whose cock is like a faucet. It's embarrassing at times as some girls think I’ve blown my load when I pull my boxers down and they are soaked in precum slime. Strangely my cum loads aren't overly large. Well, when the door opened the cop entered the cell, and paused at the door to lock it, leaving the keys in the lock and the covered the small grill look in with a poster or something. Sweat broke out on my forehead but I could also feel my leaking cock jerk hard in my shorts as he strode over to the bars of the cell. “Let’s get things straight. You do as your told boy, and you will walk out of here, you understand, boy?” I nodded dumbly. This definitely wasn’t going an experience I'd be able to laugh about with my buddies, I thought. “Get over here on your knees and face my crotch boy." Yup not going to be pleasant at all, I mumbled. I wasn’t gay and he just smirked and told me I’d better realise I’d no choice. I went over and got down on my knees head against the cold bars and my cock was practically pissing precum. WFT!!! His big hand went to the back of my neck and he mashed my face into the gap between the bars and thrust his uniformed crotch into my face grinding into my face with the rough material. He pulled back releasing my head and told me to unzip his flies, I reached through the bars and found the zip and a massive bugle angled to the right. Pulling down the zip I was told to reach in and pull out his cock and be careful. Reaching into his uniform my hand found the heat of his cock and realised he was commando, my fingers sort of grasped his soft thick meat and worked it free from his trousers, and a groan escaped his lips as his meat hit the air. He smirked as I gasped at the size of his cock and he wasn’t even hard, even semi I could not fully encircle his girth, his knob was a bulbous pink mound of flesh with a bead of precum glistening in the poor light. “Suck my cock boi and watch your fucking teeth or I’ll beat shit out of you!” he groaned Shit scared now as id never done anything with another guy, when I was younger and less built me could suck my own cock so had to think back on how I did it. Opening my mouth wide I slide the head into my mouth and gently closed my lips around his know and sucked gently. His cock lurched and jerked and I felt it swell even more filling my mouth. Something went through my head right then I was actually proud of the reaction this built cop was having with my mouth around his knob. He stood and groaned and I took that as a sign I was doing well and to slide a bit more of his hardening cock into my mouth. His big knob hit the back of my throat and I gagged and pulled off a bit so’s not to retch. Working the small amount of cock in and out of my mouth got him fully hard and groaning from the tongue and lip action. He began to pull back and I found myself leaning forward until my head was again lodged between the bars. He move quick then his hands shot through the bars and his baton came tight across the back of my neck forcing my head to angle up and back a bit. He took charge then and started to ease in and out of my mouth slowly working against the back of my throat. I started to choke and gag and retch and snot and tears came to my face as he forced more and more of his cock into my throat. Braced with the police baton id nowhere to go and struggled against the bars as his massive cock invaded my tight throat and only to pull back enough to allow me to catch a ragged breath before working back into my mouth to slowly inch down my throat. He finally stopped with about half his massive cock buried in my throat there was just no way was the rest going further at this time or angle. He pulled right out then and let me catch my breath and wipe the tears, snot and throat muck off my face. His cock stood out from his body at least ten inches, wrist thick and a massive set of low hanging balls. Fuck what was wrong with me I wanted him back in my mouth tasting his salty precum and musky smell. Only now as I breathed deep did I realise I’d blew my load in my shorts and had kept hard even as I was being violated with his hard cock down my throat. He was breathing heavy as he looked at me from below the peak of his police cap and his cock dancing in the air in front of us both. Suddenly a stream of piss arched out splashing me in the face and starting to drench me in acidic yellow liquid that I started to pull away only to be harshly told to stay the fuck where I was. His cock jerked and piss rained down on my head and face and chest totally drenching me and I was kneeling in a growing puddle with the smell assaulting my nostrils. I was disgusted and worse my cock was still painfully hard in my shorts aching to cum again. His huge cock finished pissing and I was ordered to lick the last dregs off his cock, I tasted his piss as my tongue met his knob and I cringed at the acrid taste. His cock had softened greatly from pissing and i enjoyed the spongy feel inside my mouth. Suddenly his handset burst into life and he lifted it and spoke into the mic, He understood the garble coming back at him and said he’d be right there. Clipping the mic back to his belt he pulled out of my mouth and walked to the door pushing his cock back into his uniform trousers with a grunt. He was gone leaving me sitting in a pool of piss and soaked through. Suddenly what I had done hit me and I was cold and shivering. I stripped out of my cloths and dried myself with a blanket from one of the beds and wrapped myself up in some others. What had happened began to play through my head and my cock rose to full aching hardness, I was totally disgusted with myself but also hoping he’d be back.

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

and I sincerely thank you @viking8x6 for expressing such kindness, humanity, and empathy, all three of which I very rarely observe if at all in present times. Less squabbling and fighting, and more listening and reaching out to connect with our fellow man. I truly think deep down the majority of our species are inherently good people. I could elaborate on that but it would be too long winded. Thank you again! 😊🧡

I swallowed 17 loads of cum a couple of days ago, the most I've ever swallowed purely by sucking the cocks to orgasm, no hands, just my mouth, lips, and tongue. It took me a while, but I loved it. As a bonus, I got bareback fucked and got my asshole flooded with sperm by 4 other guys at the party.

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.

30 yo bicurious guy. been watching raw porn for a long time and finally decided I should see what it's like.

That was filmed at Basement Studios in Gran Canaria. I recognize it 😉

I would like to give my readers to this story a say on what Sir Doug gets sub Jason high on in the next chapter via react emojis to this comment. The choices are; pig = K thanks = Angel Dust upvote = Meth Clouds like = LSD

**Note - this story continues from the Lockdown Project, over in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION ** Sarah took up my offer to help her unload the rest of the stuff from the van. She explained that her fiancé was going to be there but a work call had meant he'd actually had to go into the office rather than work from home as was the new "normal". I didn't bother to change out of my running shorts and singlet. She seemed to like them, judging by the discreet glances she was giving me when she thought I wasn't looking, and that suited me fine. There really wasn't that much stuff and we soon had it all upstairs and into Jake's old flat. It was still a hot day, for the time of year and when we were done Sarah invited me in for a drink. "What can I get you?" "A cold beer would go down nicely, if you have one". She grabbed me a fancy lager from the fridge and we both sat down on the only piece of furniture, a small two seater sofa. I sat there with my legs splayed, taking up most of the space as she started to tell me about herself and her other half, Josh. She worked as a designer but was furloughed and didn't expect to go back to her job. Her other half was a computer game designer and they'd been together for eight years (I guessed she was about 25, which would make them university sweethearts, most likely). They were trying for a baby, had been for three years now, she thought that this was the month but hadn't told Josh yet, in case. They had been renting somewhere they couldn't afford... ..."and then we got this place, when Josh's brother died. It was so sad, not that I knew him as they never spoke to each other, didn't even acknowledge each other. They say when twins fall out it's pretty severe, don't they?" I'd been taking in her cute boyish looks, mousy short hair, cute button nose and pale skin. My ears pricked up at this news though. "Yeh, I guess so. They were identical twins?" "Yep, though I never even knew about him until we heard the news". I felt blood rushing to my cock at this news, thinking about how cute Josh must be. I let her ramble on as I thought back to Jake's cute little body and how my fertile cock had eaten him alive. "?!!" Sarah had stopped talking. She was staring at my cock. Two inches of which were now fully free of my runners. My PA shining as a dribble of pre ran down it. "Lick it" "?" "Lick it" She hesitated, but only for a second and then leaned over, delicately lapping at the heavy metal in my cock and lapping up my potent pre. I shifted round to give better access and she was soon sucking on my swollen head, which filled her mouth. As she crouched between my thighs, I sat up a little and reached round her, my hand sliding inside her jogging bottoms and into her underwear. My big finger was soon parting her shaven lips and feeling her wetness inside. She was trying to take more of me in her mouth but it was clear that wasn't going to happen without some force on my part and I didn't want to scare her at this point. Instead, I pulled her up to my face and began kissing her deeply as my cock dribbled over her still clothed crotch. "let's go to your bedroom" "I can't...Josh.." "I won't tell him. You already said he's out all day" "um...but you are so big" I didn't blush, just scooped her up and carried her through to the bedroom, stripping her bottom half as we went. Once I'd dumped her on the bed I stripped off completely. She got the message and shucked her t shirt revealing her little breasts (no bra required). Then I was on her, pushing her into the bed beneath me, letting her feel my size and strength, letting my cock probe its target. She squirmed under me... "mmm, you feel so big" "bigger than Josh?" "your cock head is bigger than his whole dick" "fuck, and this maggot has knocked you up?", I sat back and touched her firm little tummy, my cock sitting lazily on her labia "I think so..." I slapped her lips with my weapon, letting my PA slip through her fleshy embrace. "Gonna let me in?" "if you put a condom on" "aww, spoil sport...thought you were already knocked up?". I squished her opening under my cock head, letting my pre lube her up a bit "I only think I am". She was rummaging through the bedside draw and quickly grabbed a durex which she passed to me I gave her my sad face but ripped open the packet and rolled it onto my rod. The standard size jonny came about halfway down my cock once my PA and girth were taken into account. "Got any lube?" She rooted through the drawer but without luck. I spotted her little tub of vaseline and smeared a big dollop just inside her opening, she squirmed with the cold feeling of it. I grabbed hold of her feet, holding her ankles in one hand and pushing her legs in the air as I worked the latex eating lube into her and then over my bull cock before lining it up with her and quickly filling her with several inches of cock head. She was tight, if not virginal, and groaning around my girth and I rested there while she enjoyed the fullness. After a while I lowered her feet a little and slowly let her impale on me, She was even tighter as I got deeper in so I took it really slowly so that she would love the sensations that she was feeling. Some minutes later I was about two thirds in but bottoming out, the condom safely inside her. This only happens with women - with guys, you can always go deeper but with a women, there's only so far you can go. Her cervix was almost a solid wall, I pushed against it but it only caused both of us discomfort. I changed my angle slightly, rubbing up and down that internal barrier, keeping up a little pressure. I could feel her lubing up in there and then a slight deepening as my PA found her cervix, before pulling out to give her a little break. I let her feet go, so that I could lie on her in the missionary, kissing her deeply as I let my hips pump my shaft in and out and pinning her to the bed with my weight. Gradually building up the pace and never pulling all the way out. I instructed her to tense on the out stroke and in no time the rubber was just snagged on my cock head. Although it was too tight to fall off, the bare shaft felt so much better in her and I started asking her how I felt compared to her runt of a fiancé. Clearly, I felt a hell of a lot better as she was getting seriously worked up, squirting round my cock as I ploughed her receptive furrow. My mind flipped to Josh's weak neg sperm that had somehow swam deep into her from it's lowly starting point and, even less likely, was maybe now in the process of passing on his inferior genetics to her. I knew from experience that my own load, delivered right to her gate, would certainly do the job, if it wasn't too late. I envisaged my own seed bursting in, killing off Josh's and taking its rightful place to produce a big poz baby in this delicious little fuckee, getting myself worked up in the process so that I was now hammering into this little chick without a care. As I was doing so, Sarah began to build up to another climax and I once again probed her inner wall. This time it felt different. The rubber had shredded. My PA rubbed against the cervix, poking in through the narrow slit - it felt like a pulling, snagging sensation on my dick and I knew exactly where I was. I had slowed right down, on the very edge of orgasm... "oh baby...I'm gonna cum, plant my seed in you" "mmmmm....yes...please....fuck me" My cock swelled and flexed as her legs gripped me tightly and my poz tadpoles were launched straight into their target,. So deep, I knew she wouldn't feel them, besides, she was just coming down from her own climax....

I snuck out of my bedroom and out of the house arriving at Ahmed’s nondescript house just before 9pm. I knocked on the door and heard him call out ‘doors open slut, come on in’. As I pushed the door open and walked down the hallway I could hear two voices coming from the living room. As I rounded the corner an incredible sight greeted me. Ahmed massive muscular body was sprawled naked on the couch, a barely legal looking teen was between his legs wearing only a pair of bikini briefs. His tongue cautiously licking at Ahmed’s massive balls with a grimace on his face. ‘Come in Ben, this homeless fuck is just earning his dinner’ Ahmed called out. I looked at the 18 year old teen closer. He appeared to be a typical tatted skater boy who was down on his luck. The teen looked at me and tried to avoid my eyes. “If you’re busy, I can come back later” I stammered. “Don’t be stupid fag, we can talk whilst he services me” he replied. Ahmed turned to face the skater boy. “Make sure you get it covered in spit, you aren’t getting any lube when this goes up your arse”. “Please don’t make me do this in front of him” the skater pleaded. “Shut the fuck up and get on my cock”. I watched transfixed as the skater lowered his briefs, shyly trying to hide his growing cock. He went to straddle the muscular Arab on the couch. “FACE HIM!” Ahmed bellowed. The skater whimpered but did as he was told and turned to face me. “Lift your balls and give him a show” Ahmed ordered. I watched as the skater lifted his cock and balls to show me the thick brown Arab cobra line up with his tight teen hole. “Fuck yourself on it” Ahmed ordered. The teen took a deep breath and started to slide down the thick baseball bat sized cock. Tears started to stream down his face, from the pain or the humiliation I will never know. It took him about 3 mins to work his tight hole down to Ahmed’s balls. The teens stomach was distended showing the mammoth 11”cock deep inside him. After another minute of so he started to lift and lower himself on the baton, fucking himself on the thick Arab pole. Ahmed for all this display sat calmly on the couch, whilst the red faced teen did all the work trying to get Ahmed to climax so he could be done and get out of there. Ahmed turned back to me “I want to speak to you about your brother, I have seen him around school and want to get to know him better”. “My brother?” “Yes, I want to fuck him and you’re going to help me” he replied. I couldn’t believe Ahmed was interested in Jake. Jake was my younger brother, having only just turned 18. But Jake had been born deaf and mute. Despite these handicaps he had excelled at school and was on the swim team. This had given him an incredible body and a perky ass. “Please leave him out of this” I pleaded. “If you don’t help me, I’ll out you as the Poz slut you are too the whole school” I slumped, knowing that I didn’t have a way out of this. At this moment, Ahmed grabbed the hips of the teen riding his cock and slammed him all the way down to his balls. I watched as Ahmed’s balls tensed up and began to pump load of hot Arab cum into the obscenely stretched skater boys ass. “Noooo!!” The teen shouted when he realised that thick loads of cum were being pumped into his fertile body “You promised you wouldn’t cum in me!”. “I lied” Ahmed replied as he shoved the still shocked teen off his cock and on the floor. The shell shocked teen was still shaking on the floor when Ahmed got up, threw $20 at him and a bunch of tissues. “Get yourself something to eat slut, and wipe up your bleeding hole before you stain my carpet. Now get the fuck out of my house”. The sniffling teen tried to plug his ruined hole with the tissues and mop up the torrent of thick cum dripping down his leg. As he shuffled to the door Ahmed went to show him out. “I hope you are on PrEP bitch, otherwise my Poz babies are going to be with you for life” Ahmed gloated. I saw the teens eyes go wide, as the door slammed in his face. Ahmed turned to me. “This time next week, I’m going to be balls deep in your brother”.

Jonathan and Craig were a cute mid twenties couple. Craig dark hair green eyes swimmers build. A nice round ass a 7 inch cock. That kept Jonathan happy. Jonathan was a red head. Tone flat ass and a nice nine inch cock. However, Jonathan being a total bottom frustrated Craig who was a verse top. Craig had a meth problem as a teen. But got his life together. He and Jonathan met at college. And hit it off. After they graduated. They found great jobs and a place to live. Two doors down lived their neighbor Stan. He was in his early sixties. Lanky with balding grey hair who was also addicted to meth and positive with a high viral load. He secretly lusted after Craig and wanted to share his seed with him. As luck would have it. Jonathan was going away on business for a few days. Craig would be working but have a couple of days off. Stan was friendly with both men. When Jonathan said to Stan. “Keep an eye on him.” Stan invited Craig over for dinner. Craig accepted. “Stan, thank you for dinner.” “It’s much appreciated.” “No problem Craig.” “You want to stay and watch a movie?” Craig said sure. During the course of the movie Stan pulled out his pipe. Which surprised Craig. “Maybe I should go.” “I don’t do meth anymore.” Stan was surprised about this revelation, and thought he could use it to his advantage. “You don’t have to smoke.” “I won’t either.” Stan deliberately left the pipe out. Knowing Craig would eventually want to take a hit. After an hour had gone by Craig without taking his eyes off the pipe. Said “one hit couldn’t hurt.” Stan handed him the pipe and the lighter. One hit became ten and both men were high as kites. Stan put on some gay porn and started to put his hand underneath Craig’s shirt, rubbing his back. Craig being high didn’t mind it and was hard and it didn’t go unnoticed by Stan. Who started stroking his own dick. Pulling down his pants and underwear. Craig was surprised to see how big Stan’s dick was. Without thinking Craig took off his own clothes and started sucking Stan’s cock

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