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Jared didn't care. He just loved the attention. And being 6'2" 230 lb, broad shouldered, slightly hairy beast of a man, He got looked at a lot. He would happily give in and let u use his body anyway you liked as long as u appreciated his body. He worked hard for that body and loved the attention in brought him. I found this out at a party totally by accident. We were all drinking and I thought Jared was straight but we had started talking in the corner while the party was getting louder across the room. He knew I was gay and asked what kind of guys I liked. I had laughed and I guess I was drunk enough, because I just said, "Let's put it this way, I'd love to see u naked." He grinned and started to lean in to me, I thought he was gonna kiss me for a minute but apparently he wanted to whisper in my ear. He said "Do you want me to strip right here or in private?" I felt myself blush a moment, but also pop the hardest wood in my pants. I'm sure he saw one or both reactions. Because he grabbed my hand and walked me to one of the bed rooms before I had time to think about it. The physical contact had me hard, sweating, and melting into the touch. He closed the door and locked it as he released my hand. He then turned and looked at me and asked, "Do u want me to strip for you, or do you like to open your own presents?" I Stood there with my chin on the ground and no idea what to say or do, I just couldn't believe this was happening. He said here I'll start it for you and u can finish. He popped his tight polo off and showed me that chest. He grabbed my hands and the heat off his body was almost too much. He put them on his chest and had me start rubbing him as he pushed my hands down. He leaned in and kissed me. The beard on my face and tongue in my mouth had me leaking in my shirts. And by this point my hand had reached the point where his skin met his pants. I traced around that point to find his ass. With my arms wrapped around his body. His face invading my mouth I found the start of the Crack of his ass and knew I wanted him naked. I pulled my body away just enough to get his pants undone. With a snap I had his pants undone. But they were tight to his body so I had to release our kiss so I could push his pants down. As I did I found myself kneeling in front of a bright blue overstuffed jockstrap. Before I could stop myself I leaned forward and inhaled deeply that mildly sweaty musk of his manhood. He held my head firmly but not forceful. I started to come back up to kiss him and he just held me against him and didn't let me move. "You liked that, don't leave it so soon, enjoy it" so I did. I reached around and grabbed his now bare ass framed in that jock and got more of the musk of him lost in my nose. I could make out his thickening cock and his huge balls. Feeling his lightly hairy ass. He wasn't pushing me for a blow job, just letting me enjoy his body. So I decided to go for what I wanted. I pulled his ass one way and he finally let me go enough to see what I was up to. I spun him around and planted my face in his ass. It was the perfect amount of clean and sweaty, and ultimately ready. I dove in like a kid in a candy store. Jared just sighed into a "fuuccckkk" I smirked as I enjoyed his happy winking hole and asked "problem?" " no, dude. I just made some assumptions I am happy to be wrong about." I tongued him deep and hard as I also sucked on his hole as he moaned more and I said "oh? What was that?" " most guys that like dudes like me want to get plowed by some alpha dude or ride me like a bronco. But your tongue says u wanna...fuck that feels good...your tongue says u wanna fuck me." I grunted agreement into his ass to make him feel more vibrations and said, "Yeah I wanna fuck and fill you, is that a problem?" "Nope, not a problem at all, fuck me, ride me, suck me. I don't care, I just like the attention. Use my body for your pleasure. Fill me, seed me, drain me." "Happily" " I really thought if u were a top you would.....damn that feels good...you would like some...mmmmhhhhmmmm.....skinny dude who screamed and squealed as they were getting railed....oh my God u are good at that." "I love noisy boys who let me know they are enjoying what I am doing. But a muscle stud with a cunt full of cream is what really turns my crank." "Shit man, use me." He said. I quickly stood up and pushed him onto the bed. He laid on his side and watched as I quickly stripped. He grabbed his pants and pulled out a small lube packet. He saw my thick meat stiff as a board and groaned. "OH my God yes, that will feel amazing. Come here." I joined him in bed and he started making out with me again. He pushed me to my back and straddled me. "I feel like this first load is gonna be quick, is it okay if I ride?" I nodded and felt bad that he thought I wouldn't last long, but I knew he was right. Then he said, "I'm probably gonna cum before I get more that a few strokes in and I don't wanna shoot it into the bed. But u can keep fucking me after I get off. I can even shoot it on your dick if u want so u can fuck it into me." He said as he was adding lube on my cock and his hole. "In my mouth" I said quietly. "What was that?" Jared asked as he stopped what he was doing. "Shoot your load in my mouth" I said more confidently. "That's fine, but I shoot big loads and i am quite the powerful squirter" "Then try and drowned and choke me on your jizz. But your load goes in my mouth, got it?" "Yes sir' he said with a twinkle in his eye. The sir made my dick twitch and I knew I was gonna love this. He sat down and lined me cock up with his body and I felt his hole on my cock. He bent down and kissed me. I felt his hole start to relax and pushed forward. He groaned into my mouth as the first inch pierced his body. I wanted more so I grabbed his body with my arms and thrust up hard. His body tensed and his gasp sucked all the air out of my body because of our lip lock. I let my meat sit deep in his hole as he relaxed and groaned into me. As his body started to relax he decided to fully plant my cock in his ass and sat the rest of the way down till I could feel his tailbone pushing on my balls. His body was shivering from the invasion and I could feel my cock pumping precum into his milking ass. As he leaned back enjoying being impaled I looked at his glorious body and saw his cock head sticking out of that bight blue waist band. It was glistening from precum and straining from being so hard. He started to move a bit as he adjusted to my cock and he was right, after about 5 strokes I was starting to get close but he was there. He popped off my cock and lunged forward as he pulled his cock free of the jockstrap. He shoved it in my mouth as he grunted loudly as each jet of white hot lava cum exploded in my mouth. I was swallowing as fast as I could and my cheeks were still puffing out as each volley came rushing into me. He tasted like heaven. After the 7th or 8th large spurt he began to just twitch in my mouth draining the last little bit. Then a large groan and full body shake. He quickly pulled free after that, tucked himself back in the jock and laid face down on the bed and said "your turn, drain that snake into my ass so it can refill my balls." I rolled over and lined up and sank into that velvety tight muscle cave. But with the taste of his cum in my mouth, the beautiful muscled sweaty body in front of me, and his groans of pleasure it took no time. Maybe 5 minutes and I felt my balls boiling. I punched him in the back as I unleashed in his hole. He felt me start to cum and used his ass to milk me as he begged for my cum. Fully spent I laid on top.of him. He grabbed my arms and wrapped them under his chin and told me to rest, at least till round 2.

I dunno if I send out some kind of vibe or what, but I get hit on fairly often in random places that really aren't "gay spaces". One funny situation was at Costco this past Saturday. I took the guy up on it and it was a lot of fun. It's happened at Starbucks, grocery shopping, the mall, gas station, at a regular bar and so on. If I can hook up I go for it. It's usually guys in their 20s and 30s, but sometimes younger guys and older guys. I've had guys offer money too and sometimes I have but sometimes no, it just depends. Its flattering certainly, but also a bit weird. But I kind of enjoy weird.

With cooler weather more guys are at the gym in the mornings and its way cruisier, but also harder to find a shower stall to use to play in. It's actually kind of funny to see so many guys lingering by the shower stalls waiting but apparently people have complained about guys using the shower stalls for sex and now they have a guy making rounds to ensure guys aren't doing stuff in the showers and posted a notice for guys to please be quick when showering as a courtesy to others. Needless to say thats put a damper on fucking in the showers. But its frustrating for all the guys who usually are getting off in the showers as now we have to take it out to our cars or somewhere else. There's nothing worse as then you have find some way to clean up after or go into work feeling like you smell of lube and cum. I'd finished working out and went back to the showers to find them all occuppied and guys waiting and spotted Miguel, who's one of the usual cruisers playing around in the morning waiting. He's a really good looking light skinned Latino guy, who just turned 25 and you'd think he was Anglo until you see his big dark brown uncut cock and balls. And while he has a boyfriend he apparently can't get enough and is always fucking and getting fucked by other guys. He's using a towel to screen it while another guy is jerking his cock. We smirk at each other as I know what's going on. I've fucked around with him several times before and he's a hot fuck and I love taking his loads and pumping mine in him. I know he can't host as he lives with his boyfriend Juan and Juan works from home. I hate the idea of him shooting his load on the floor and so I go up to him and whisper in his ear that if he wants to we can go and fuck in my truck and that I'd take his load. He says he's down and we head back to the lockers to dress and head out. The guy who'd been jerking him was shooting daggers with his eyes but victory is mine! We get in my truck and drive a short distance to park and I leave the engine running to keep the heat going as we quickly strip down. Miguel jokes that the guy jerking him had to stop multiple times as he was so close to cumming and that it won't take much for him to cum. He's quickly spitting on my ass and his cock and thrusts it balls deep in me faster than I'd wanted. My hole was already a bit sore as it's been getting a working out and I'm moaning like crazy, but it isn't long until he blasts a massive load in me that I can feel. He isn't slowing down his strokes and he admits he wants to cum in me again and I'm loving that I'm getting the loads his boyfriend should be getting. Miguel isn't very verbal when he tops but I'm more than making up for that, moaning with delight, telling him how good his cock feels in me, and how bad I want his cum. He does get into that though and tells me to beg for his cock and cum and I do. And before long he blasts his second load in me, calling me a dirty slut as he does. He'd been stroking my cock as he'd been fucking me and once he cums a second time slides out of me, straddles my cock and guides it inside his ass with no lube. I enter him with ease and his face lights up as that happens. I can only guess he got fucked by his boyfriend or someone else already or maybe both and now I'm going to be adding my load to theirs, churning it all up inside his guts. Despite his big cock and being a hot top, Miguel LOVES to get fucked and is super verbal when he's taking a cock, and today is no exception. He loves that I call him a dirty slut and he admits he not only took his boyfriend's load that morning but also from another guy before he got to the gym. He's begging for my load and telling me how hot I feel inside him and I finally blast my load inside him, shuddering hard as I did. I loved that my seed was now mixed up with the seed from the other two and could only imagine he was probably going to take still more loads after I was done. I wished I had more time to pump another load in him, but I need to get to work and already won't have time to shower first. I grab a cleanup towel and hand it to him first so he can clean up and the use it after him to do the same and we both dressed again. I drive back over to the gym and ask if he wants to go back to his car or the gym and he smirks at me and says the gym. I can connect the dots, he wants to go back and see if he can hook up with another guy to fuck him. That's the kind of slut he is. He thanks me for the fun and hops out and I head to the office hoping I don't smell too much like I've been fucking, but put on some cologne just in case.

Chapter 3 – What’s next? In Chapters 1 and 2, I tell about meeting Philip, who had a well-equipped play space in his basement. He and I played on the sling for a while, then he brought down his husband, Ralph. They had me on a St Andrews cross and have both given me their cum. I’m still there, with a butt plug in my ass. I heard footsteps approaching. My arms were the first to be taken out of the straps. Next, my legs were freed, enabling me to bring them together. Before the waist strap was removed, I was wrapped in a bear hug from behind. A voice growled in my ear, “That was great, pig. Are you done, or do you want more?”. “What’s next?” I asked. He chuckled and said, “We’ll see”. He pulled out the butt plug, then I was released from the waist strap and led over to the sofa in the other room. My blindfold was removed. It was Ralph who had released me from the cross, and he was now sitting next to me. He was fully naked except for the harness and vest. Without the hood, I could see his face and recognized him from the gym. We’d exchanged glances in the past but never hooked up. When he came downstairs, he knew who I was, but I didn’t know who he was. Knowing that this guy had bred my ass, and done a whole lot more to me, was exciting since I always wanted to get together with him. Ralph is younger, probably in his mid-40s. He has a shaved head, a dark goatee, and brown eyes. He’s covered in dark fur. His fur is what attracted me to him when I saw him at the gym. Now, he was sitting next to me, naked and hard. When I looked down at his still-hard cock, he laughed and said, “The little blue pill works wonders”. That explained how he could stay hard after breeding my ass. Now, Philip returned with a few beers for us. He, too, was naked, having shed his briefs. It was then that I noticed that my jockstrap was gone, too, so we were three guys sitting around in just chest harnesses. I told Ralph that I always liked seeing his ass when we were at the gym. He stood up and walked into the other room, and got in the sling. Fuck, he looked hot! His hard cock was sticking up, and his hairy ass was open for my pleasure. When he put his hands behind his head, I had to go up and lick out his pits. They were filled with dense fur that held a heady aroma. Sometimes, man smells are better than poppers, and this was one of those times. While I was licking his pits, he was fondling my ass and sticking his fingers into my hole. He was able to get them in with ease since things were well-lubed and opened up. But it was his hole that I was after now, so I moved down to sit on the stool. Before I sat down, Philip came over with the plug and told me to sit down on it before I worked over Ralph’s ass. Of course, I sat down on it, getting it deep into my cum filled ass. Now, I leaned forward and started to caress and massage Ralph’s ass. Philip had some hair around his hole, but Ralph’s ass had even more fur. I blew on his hole to see the hair wave, making him shiver. Philip put the poppers under Ralph’s nose. After his hit, I started to eat his ass. Having all the fur around his hole made it a great experience. I got everything wet with saliva and then started to suck on his hole. Ralph was moaning loudly, showing me how much he appreciated my efforts. Philip offered me the poppers, and I took a small hit. The aroma from Ralph’s pits and now his sweaty ass was intoxicating to me. But the poppers made me into an ass pig. I drove my tongue deep into Ralph’s hole. He reached back and spread his ass open for me, so I went crazy on his hole. Tonguing, licking, sniffing, sucking. Damn, that was a hot hole. Ralph had been sucking Philip, and Philip was hard again. I guess the little blue pill works wonders for both of them. Ralph said to Philip, “Give me your load”, so I stepped back and let Philip drive his cock into Ralph. I moved the stool out of the way and got on the floor under them to watch that gorgeous cock and those low-hanging balls pound Ralph’s furry hole. I would reach up and lick Philip’s cock as it was fucking Ralph, adding to the sexiness and pigginess of it all. Soon, Philip said that he was going to cum. He went deep, and I could see his balls tighten up in preparation for his orgasm. He shot his load in his husband, then pulled out. I sucked his cock into my mouth, cleaning off the cum and ass juices. I looked up at Ralph, then down at his hole, and licked my lips. He nodded, so I went back to eating his ass. Sucking on his hole was a whole new experience since he was filled with cum. Philip gave me another hit of poppers, and I went nuts, felching the cum out of Ralph. He snorted some poppers, too, and was loving all the sensations. Once we were done, we got Ralph out of the sling and went back to the other room. The butt plug was still firmly and comfortably in my ass. During all the fucking and felching, I had forgotten about it. Philip had me spread my legs so that they could see my plugged hole, and he’d reach over and tap it or twist it. It seemed unfair to me that I was the only one who was plugged, so I told them that they should be plugged, too. We selected a plug for each hole, lubed them up, and then I got to insert them into each hairy hole. Fuck, their holes were awesome to look at and to play with. We were all in the living room talking when I realized that Ralph was pushing out the plug and then shoving it back in him. We had all taken control of our own plugs, and I was just mindlessly moving mine around back and forth, but seeing Ralph push the plug out was so sexy. I said, “We need to get you back in the sling for some more ass work.” He agreed, so we moved into the other room. Once Ralph was in the sling, I told him that I was going to give him a booty bump. After all, turnabout is fair play! I chose a nice shard, pulled out the plug, and inserted my finger with the shard. He felt great inside. While I was waiting for the shard to kick in, I sucked his cock and licked his hairy balls. He rewarded me with some flavorful juices. Once I knew that the shard was melted, I selected a dildo for him. It was another Topped Toys creation; this one is Pegasus. It has a flat head but a great flare towards the middle and at the base. I lubed it up and pushed the head into his hole. Given what I’d seen him do so far tonight, I had little doubt that he could take it all. The dildo was well-lubed, so I told Ralph to take some poppers, and I would shove it in as far as he could take it. He agreed and huffed some poppers. I applied pressure to the base of the toy and worked it into his ass. He got it in deep before I hit the wall of his second hole. We could work through that. I realized that Philip was standing off to my side, filming us on his phone. Keeping the dildo in place, I leaned over and sucked his cock into my mouth, tasting all the goodness of a man’s dick. He smiled and motioned for me to continue on Ralph’s ass.

I believe that dichotomy is a turn on. I’m 46, 5-10, 183 pounds, and totally versatile. It’s super hot for me when a Twink, or most guys who you would think are a bottom, are able to throw me on my back and heave up my legs, just to climb on top and stuff their cock up my ass. but an even bigger turn on is a big brute, a muscle jock, the guy who everyone assumes is a top, is willing to lay back and throw up his legs so I can climb on top and fuck him. Jesus, that’s one of the hottest fantasies, in regards to a type of man I’m into.

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.

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 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!

@RawUK Going off topic here, but why not eh. As you state above I suggested that you could change your BZ handle to @FelchingPig. And now I have another suggestion for you, this time a change of profession.... There are those in this life that have the fortune of being wine tasters. I think you would be very well suited to being a cum taster. ''That one is a bit on the salty side. Hmmm, that one is a bit sweet. Yeah, this one is a little bitter. Oh YES, this one is just right, mmmMMMmmm. Yeah, give this one a few more hours to ferment in that cunt and it should be just right, I'll be back in a bit to re-taste this one.'' £250k per year, company car, and health benefits. How does that grab ya? 😆

Chapter 4 – Ralph takes it all In Chapters 1, 2, and 3, I tell about meeting up with Philip, who brought in his husband, Ralph. We’ve partied and explored several pieces of furniture in their playroom. Now, Ralph’s ass is being filled with a dildo, mine still has a butt plug in it, and Philip is filming us. I started some slow back and forth movements with the dildo. The Pegasus widens in the middle and even more at the base, so this provided Ralph with a nice stretch. It was sexy seeing the hairs around his hole cling to the dildo as it rode in and out of his ass. Each time it went back in, it would poke at his second hole, working it to open up. Ralph took another hit of poppers, and I decided to see if we could get the toy in deeper. I pushed it in, and Ralph braced his feet on the sling frame so that he could bear down on the toy. With a few adjustments of angle, it popped deep into his ass. The look of bliss on his face was fantastic, and I started to laugh. With this huge dildo penetrating his ass, Ralph joined in on the laughter. Philip said that Ralph had never taken all of Pegasus before, so this was a new experience for him. He definitely seemed to enjoy it. Ralph looked down at me and said, “Fist me.” I said he needed another bump for that, and he agreed, but only if I would take a bump. Hell, we should probably give one to Philip, too. So, I worked Pegasus out of his hole and pulled the plug out of my ass. Ralph wanted to bump me, so he got a shard, and I moved up to the head of the sling. Philip opened my ass, and Ralph stuck the shard inside me. “Damn, I wanna be back in there, too,” he said. He knew that he could have whatever he wanted from me. I bumped both Ralph and Philip. While we waited for the shards to hit, I fingered Ralph’s hole with my lubed-up hands. He was opened, and his ass was pulsating with enjoyment. I had three fingers in him for a while, and then I added the fourth. Soon, my thumb joined the party, and I slid my hand into his hairy hole. His ass was so warm inside and I was loving seeing him ride my arm. Ralph again braced his feet on the sling frame and swung the sling back and forth, driving my hand into his hole. It was obvious that he was having an amazing experience. Philip had filmed the entry, but now he was rubbing Ralph’s hairy chest and playing with his cock. Ralph spurted out a huge load of precum which Philip licked up. He shared some with Ralph and some with me. Ralph was taking my arm deep, and I knew I was well past his second hole. He stopped the swinging and let me control things for a while. I was twisting my arm around inside him and flexing my hand. I made sure I hit his prostate a few times with my wrist and would pull back to stretch his hole. Philip wanted a go at Ralph’s hole, so I got up and let Philip take my place. I could tell that these two worked together well, with each one knowing what the other liked. I put more lube on the plug that had been inside me and stuck it back in. Then, I moved up so that Ralph could suck my cock. I rubbed Ralph’s body, enjoying the feeling of my hands running through his soft hair. The smell from his pits was invigorating, too, and I bent down for the occasional taste. Philip pulled out of Ralph’s ass, and we got him out of the sling. He sat on the sofa while I climbed back into the sling. Philip started playing with the butt plug in my ass, taking it out, then shoving it back in. My ass must have been gaping nicely since he had no problem with each new insertion.

My on-call cocksucker always says 'thank you' after he swallows my load. What I call ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ service! 👍

And who died and made you Emperor of Gay Bathhouses? You're free to associate with whom you want. You're not free (in this country) to tell other people they can't associate with the people THEY want to associate with, in a space you do NOT control. I do agree that you don't have to respect anyone. You do, however, have to TREAT other people with a certain level of respect if you don't want to be kicked out of establishments where your attitude isn't welcome. And I would venture to say - bear with me here - if the bathhouse allows trans men to participate, they are welcome. Probably more than some anti-trans bigot who's going to make a hissy fit about being too close to a vagina.

Some trans men are hot and bottom line...a hole is a hole. If they wanna get fucked I'll put it in them.

I think open relationships are much hotter. My ex knows me sexually and has brought some amazing dick home for me. I love getting loaded up while he watches or while he is doing somebody. Wr still have the arrangement. A few weeks ago, he watched as two friends of ours DP'd me and one blew a huge load up my hole. There was no deceit, no lies, no guilt, just two very fat dicks stuffed up me, stretching and flooding me. To me, that's hot.

I would respectfully suggest that, if you lived in this century rather than the last, and had the IQ you clearly think you have, then you'd have understood the difference between biological sex, which a person can't change, and gender which they most certainly can change - with the full backing of the law in civilised countries. And by and large I think they're pretty brave, and deserve our respect, for making that change, if it's right for them. There's nothing whatever disgusting about any of it.

Moving to a small town, there were not many guys to hook up with. Then, met this guy online. He came over we didn’t even exchange names he was this baby face Asian guy who was average, standing he turned me around and he knew what I wanted because it never said a word and with his weight dove in to me raw. It felt amazing and then he bucks and pulls out. Just says he came. I lay on the bed and feel Todd the cum in my hole, he said give me a minute, I’ll cum again. I let this guy fill my guts with cum every chance I got for the next two years, he was so masculine and always left me with a double cream pie. He was always dtf, and so, being left with so much fun only made me want to taking more loads. I was able to get 4 other bb buddies to breed me. They turned me into a cumdump. I couldn’t get enough.

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.

“Recognize these?” My wife’s voice was cold as ice as I saw what was spread on the bed in the hotel room. There lay my leather gear, my gay pride jewelry, two dildos, and many photographs of gay sex. I looked at my wife, her face ablaze with fury, tears in her eyes. She picked up my leather biker cap and harness. “Put them on,” she ordered. *** I have always known I was gay or at least bi, although I had never had sex with a man. When I was younger I had trouble having orgasms during sex with women until I started to fantasize that I was the one being fucked. I told myself it was normal for straight men to have homoerotic fantasies or to enjoy variety. My deep denial made it possible for me to marry and have two kids, while my man-lust remained buried. But that didn’t make for a great sex life, and I began to play out my gay fantasies in private by buying gay porno magazines and videos. Over time my sexual fantasies about men got darker: leather scenes, mild (and sometimes not-so-mild) S&M, and older, hairy bear-types. I’m of average height and slender, and I was always the bottom. And my fantasies were always about being fucked bareback, even getting pozzed. I remember when I found an isolated adult bookstore a few miles from my home and bought a studded leather dog collar and a dildo. The first time I wore the collar and worked the well-lubed dildo into my virgin ass in front of the bathroom mirror was a moment of revelation for me, the greatest sexual high I had ever experienced. I had put on one of my wife’s pretty watches and two of her rings for the occasion. I knew what I was: an effeminate butt-boy, longing for a rough, hairy stud to teach me my place. When I shot my load, great gobs of jism spurted all over the bathroom. I scooped it up and tasted it, loving every warm, salty drop. Once I started, there was no turning back. I wanted more. I purchased other fetish gear on-line – a biker cap, black work boots, a studded cock ring, sexy tight leather shorts with a snap away strip over my ass and crotch, and a harness. I bought the same kind of watch my wife wears, with a thin, black leather band and round white face – unmistakably feminine. Then came a rainbow bracelet and ring, and a male symbol ring. Because my wife worked in the city and I often worked out of the house, I had lots of time alone at home for my fantasy fetish session. I figured out how to make a “man” from couch cushions and other household items. I would spread a sheet on the floor, grease the dildo, and pleasure myself in every position I saw in the videos. It’s clear now that as time passed I started to get a little careless about where I hid my toys and my photos. The kids had gone off to college, so there were fewer curious eyes to worry about. Usually I put the stuff away in the attic and covered the box with other bins and boxes. But as I found more times for elaborate jerk-off sessions, I relaxed my precautions about concealment. I downloaded pictures from internet sites and forgot to erase them. Once I left a gay video open on my computer screen for a couple of days. Probably I should have suspected something when my wife’s demeanor changed. She became cooler and started to avoid sex. That part didn’t bother me much because my overheated leather sessions kept me well-satisfied. I noticed sometimes that my box with my leather gear seemed to be in a slightly different position, but told myself my memory was at fault. Then one day, out of the blue, my wife began to act very friendly again and suggested a weekend at a hotel in the city to rekindle our fires. Still loving her and wanting to keep her happy, I promptly agreed. We would meet after work on a Friday when I knew I had to be in the city all day. She told me she would pack everything and meet me in the hotel room. *** My wife was waiting for me when I arrived. She had changed into a skimpy black negligee. I found her pale, smooth skin alluring and moved to embrace her. “Wait,” she said. “I have something special to show you. Go into the bathroom and take off all your clothes. Wait until I call you.” I did as she instructed. A few minutes later she said, “OK, come out here.” Her tone had changed; I noticed a harsh edge to her voice that took me by surprise. Opening the bathroom door, I received the shock of my life when I looked at the bed. My wife stood with her arms crossed, her eyes ablaze. Confronted by the evidence of my homosexual fantasy life, I gulped and felt my face redden in shame. As I started to mumble a lame explanation, she silenced me with the order to don my gear. Maybe if I had not been caught off guard, I would have refused or simply put on my clothes and left. Instead I obeyed, as my wife offered nasty comments. “I see you know just where everything goes. You must have had a lot of practice. No wonder you don’t have the energy for NORMAL sex,” she sneered. She picked up my biker cap and held it. “Don’t forget the cap – it wouldn’t look MACHO without the cap.” The icy contempt in her voice cut through me like a dagger. As I pulled on my gear, I felt my cock stiffen involuntarily. I turned to hide it from my wife. But as soon as I was done, she walked over to me and reached for the snaps for the crotch cover in my tight leather shorts. The flap covering my cock, my balls and my butthole came off in her hand, and my five-inch dick stood up, hard as a rock. My balls felt swollen already. She grabbed my right wrist, on which I wore my pretty woman’s watch. “Just like mine, huh?” she asked. “Except on you it makes you look like a girlie-man. That’s what you are, isn’t it?” “Honey, OK, these are just fantasy objects. They don’t mean any...” “SHUT THE FUCK UP,” she screamed, in a voice louder than she had ever used in an argument.“Do you have any idea how HUMILIATING this is to ME? To know you go prancing around like some LEATHER FAGGOT?” Tears now streamed from her eyes. I hung my head in shame. “NOW PLAY WITH YOURSELF,” she shouted between sobs. When I hesitated, she demanded, “I SAID DO IT. YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT.” I was afraid someone would call the front desk or something. Embarrassed as I was to be standing there with my wife, it would be much worse to be seen this way by a stranger. “OK, dear,” I replied. “Just lower your voice. I’ll do what you say.” I began to pump my stiff cock, which swelled even more. There was something incredibly exciting to be doing that in front of her. Then my wife snapped the leather cock ring tight around the base of my dick and balls. With the increase in pressure, I felt precum start to ooze profusely from the tip of my prick. Again she gave an order: “TASTE IT.” By now my will to resist her demands had collapsed. I ran my index finger over the tip of my dick, collecting the slick prick juice, and licked it off. “I bet that’s not the first time you’ve tasted your own cum, right?” I nodded, avoiding her gaze. “And you like how it tastes, don’t you?” I nodded again. “YOU’RE DISGUSTING! I FEEL SICK, JUST LOOKING AT YOU. I’M PHYSICALLY SICK.” She was breathing hard, her cheeks flush with anger. “How many other men’s cum have you tasted?” “None. Honey, believe me, I’ve never had sex with anyone but you since we’ve been married. You have to believe me...” “Really?” she asked, more a statement than a question. “Then it’s time we proved that you really are a queer.” With that she walked over to the door connecting our room to the next one. I saw that the door on the other side was already open. And then it hit me: we were not alone. *** “Come in here, Eric,” my wife said. “I want you to meet my husband.” In walked a big, burly, leather-clad hunk of a man. If I had to conjure up my fantasy leather daddy, he’d look a lot like this heavy-set stud who stood before me. He was a good four inches taller than me and weighed at least 250 pounds. (I’m only about 150 pounds myself.) Beneath his leather cap his hair was close-cropped; he gazed at me with commanding blue-grey eyes; his thick beard was streaked with grey. He wore a studded leather harness tight across his furry chest and his big beer gut, and leather bands around his thick biceps. His huge thighs were encased in tight black chaps. His cock, long and heavy and already swelling, hung open between his legs. He, too, wore a cock ring. Eric walked across the room and extended his hand. I shook it and he continued to hold it as our eyes met. “A pleasure, boy, a pleasure,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since your wife told me about you.” My mouth was dry. His grip sent a bolt of sexual electricity through me. This man could do anything he wants to me, I thought. I just nodded. Eric reached out with his other arm and pulled me into an embrace. I felt our cocks rub together, both stiffening. Nothing had ever felt more wonderful, more natural, than being in this man’s powerful arms, feeling his big belly press against my slender waist. I sighed aloud. At first my arms hung by my side but then, as though they had a will of their own, my hands began to run up his thighs, across his hairy ass cheeks and around his back. Eric’s hands found my little butt and squeezed. I felt his bristly beard rub against my close-trimmed one and then his lips brushed my neck. His hot breath there cause me to sigh in pleasure. Without thinking about it, I started to rub his back and arms, savoring his strength. From the corner of my eye, I caught my wife’s hate-filled glare. “KISS HIM!” she ordered. I turned my face toward Eric’s and his lips brushed mine, once, twice, then our mouths locked together. He grabbed my dog collar so I could not retreat – not that I wanted to. I parted my lips and his tongue thrust between my teeth and explored my tongue. He tasted raunchy, traces of cigarettes and beer. I loved it. “God, I HATE FAGGOTS,” my wife raged. “FUCKING QUEERS. That’s so UNNATURAL.” She told Eric to sit on the chair by the desk. Then she turned to me. “Get on your knees in front of him.” I did as I was told. “Now suck his dick.” I took it in my hand but hesitated. Eric’s dick was much bigger than my dildo. I was afraid I’d gag on it. My wife, though, would brook no resistance. “You know you want it, girlie-man. SUCK IT!” I looked up at Eric. He smiled at me. “Better do as the lady says, boy, or I’ll have to get rough with you.” I brought my lips to the mushroom-shaped head of his dick. It was smooth and glistened with his precum. I swirled my tongue around the tip. The first taste of his salty man-cream sent a shiver down my spine. This is what I’ve always wanted, I thought, and I’m finally doing it. I opened my mouth and slowly drew as much of Eric’s meat in as I could. I felt his body tense and a deep grunt escaped his throat. His pleasure thrilled me. I began to move my head up and down, sometimes pulling off him to swirl my tongue around the outside. Then I lapped his balls as I pumped his shaft. “You’re a natural cocksucker, boy,” Eric gasped. His words filled me with a new kind of joy, the joy a gay man feels when he discovers he can please his partner sexually. As I drew Eric’s dick back within my mouth, I heard a clicking sound. I realized my wife had our camera and she was taking pictures as I went down on Eric. I stopped sucking his dick and looked at her. “What are you doing?” I asked in disbelief. “You HUMILIATED me, you bastard,” she cried. She was visibly trembling with anger. “And now I’m going to get even with you. EVERYONE’S GOING TO SEE THESE!” Eric broke the tension. “Don’t worry about it, boy. We both know that you’re through with women. What do you care what she does with her fuckin’ pictures?” And I knew at once that he was right. I was enjoying man sex far too much to ever go back. *** “Lie down on the bed, boy,” Eric instructed me. I did as I was told. He straddled my chest and his bulk trapped me as his stiff cock waved in front of my eyes. I could not have moved him off me if I had tried. I realized that this is what it means to be dominated. “Open wide,” Eric demanded in his firm, quiet voice. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” I parted my lips as I was told and was rewarded with thick, hot manmeat. Eric thrust in and out of my mouth, and I gagged. “Please, not so hard, I can’t,” I whined. He laughed and shoved it right back in. I grasped his thighs and thrilled at the sensation of the leather. My wife leaned over, still taking pictures and still making nasty comments. “I hope he CHOKES you with his dick, you queen. YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING COCKSUCKER! THAT’S RIGHT, YOU MISERABLE HOMO FAGGOT!” Her words turned me on even more. I sucked with new enthusiasm and the instinct to gag subsided. Eric went deeper in my throat and my dick got even harder. Abruptly he stopped. Eager to swallow his load, I was disappointed. He swung around and presented his ass to me. It was huge and hairy as I ran my hands across it. “Taste my ass, boy, get your tongue in my shitter.” With that he pressed his crack against my nose. All I could see, all I could feel, were his vast, hairy cheeks. I smelled the funky aroma of sweat and butt juice. With my tongue I explored around his butthole. Soon it was slick with my saliva. Then, tentatively, hesitantly, I probed his anus with my tongue and worked it inside. I was rewarded with a loud moan. “That’s it, boy, get that tongue in deep. Yeah, let me feel it.” Eric’s words sounded far away. My wife leaned over me. “God, that’s GROSS,” she cried. “I’ve never seen anything so FILTHY in all my life. ALL YOU FAGS SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR THE THINGS YOU DO! YOU’RE PERVERTED! SICK!” Eric had been holding my cock and pumping it gently. Now he brought it into his mouth and swallowed it to the base. I felt his lips brush my crotch hair as he deep-throated me. I thought I would die from ecstasy. My wife always hated sucking me and would stop after the first dribble of precum. As Eric pleasured me, I responded in kind. My tongue thrashed about, in and out of Eric’s shithole, lapping as if my life depended on it. *** “I want you to fuck him, the little shit,” my wife said sharply to Eric. “That was our deal. You promised you’d fuck him without a rubber.” Eric withdrew, leaving me breathing hard, prostrate on my back. I could scarcely believe what had been happening – and what was about to happen next. Eric went into the other room and came back with some lube. My wife glared at me; I said nothing to her. Returning to our bed, Eric told me to pull my knees to my chest. He then began to lap around my ass, wetting my curly butt fuzz, and followed by probing my butthole with his tongue. The sensation left me writhing and moaning. So this was what it feels to be on the receiving end of a rim job! I thought, I could get used to this in a hurry. Then Eric squeezed some lube on my crack and started to work it in past my sphincter with one of his thick fingers. The whole universe seemed concentrated at one point, my cherry anus, as he worked that digit in and out. I felt a moment of pain as he pressed a second finger into my unyielding hole and I willed myself to relax. “Breathe, boy,” Eric coaxed tenderly. I appreciated the care he gave me. When both fingers were in, I felt my muscles relax. He started a gentle scissoring motion to stretch me. I felt my balls swelling even more. “Tell him what you want, FAGGOT,” my wife sneered. "Say it with a lisp." “Please, Eric,” I murmured, “I want your big cock inside me. I need it. Please – give me what I need.” With that, Eric withdrew his fingers. He pumped his cock a couple of times, making sure it was rock hard. Still on his knees, he moved between my legs and shifted my legs onto his broad shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock press against my waiting butt opening. Our eyes met and he smiled at me as he increased the pressure on my anus. I felt a burning sensation and began to push back against his cock. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved into my rear as the burning increased. I winced from the sharp pain. But then my sphincter relaxed and the tip of his dick slid into me. Slowly, slowly he pushed deeper into my back passage. The burning subsided, replaced by the most exquisite sense of fullness and completeness I had ever experienced. Eric is fucking me, I thought. My wife is watching Eric fuck me. Oh, God! I can’t believe this is finally happening. As Eric buried himself within me, I gripped his powerful forearms. My hands seemed so dainty. I caught a glimpse of my pretty watch and my pride rings. This is what I was meant to be, a bottom for my manlover’s thick cock. A wide smile of contentment crossed my face, and I uttered girlish cries, “Ah! Mmm!” each time Eric thrust into me. My wife, her eyes wide at the sight of her husband taking another man’s cock, could not contain herself. “YOU SEE! YOU SEE! YOU LIKE THAT! You like being fucked. This is so fucking HUMILIATING! I’m married to a God-damn QUEER, a God-damn, stinking FAGGOT. YOU’RE NOT A REAL MAN – NO REAL MAN WOULD LET HIMSELF BE FUCKED!” New tears streamed down her face; her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She snapped more photos even as she screamed expletives at me. But my attention was fixed on my ass, on the amazing feelings Eric’s huge tool produced as he began to move in and out. Precum oozed from my dick, purplish and swollen more than I had ever seen it. I looked up at Eric’s face. It was contorted with lust. “Do you like my ass, sir?” I asked. “I hope my ass pleases you, sir.” He smiled down at me. “You’re a fast learner, boy. Good to see that I don’t have to teach you good manners.” He started to pick up the pace, now that my ass muscles were relaxing. I heard the soft, squishy sound a cock makes when it plunges in and out of a tight, wet hole – a cunt or an ass. The beautiful sound made by Eric’s cock and my ass. The room filled with the aroma of my back passage. Our eyes met and he leaned forward to kiss me. Our tongues met and his fucked my willing mouth. I felt the weight of his round beer gut atop me. My top likes my lithe body, I thought. I ran my hands up his hairy biceps and over his shoulders. When he broke our kiss, my hands explored his chest. I tugged on his harness and kneaded his abdomen with my slender fingers. “You are so sweet, sir,” I cooed. My wife looked ready to puke. I didn’t care. *** The surge of a rising orgasm built within my cock. It seemed to well up from some inner recess and take control of my body. “I’m going to cum, sir! I can’t help it. Please, sir, may I come?” Before Eric could answer, mancream spurted from my dick slit in little jets, flying across my chest and even reaching my beard. The volume of jism amazed me – I hadn’t produced anything like it since I was in my twenties. “I didn’t tell you something, hubby,” she snarled. “Eric is HIV positive. He’s going to infect you, you miserable bastard. How do you like that?” “I don’t care,” I gasped. “I only care about his pleasure.” By this time, my wife had had enough. I felt sorry for her at that moment, even as she let her homophobia erupt. She went into the bathroom and slammed the door hard. “Damn loud-mouthed bitch,” Eric said with a shrug. You’ll take orders from me now, not her.” “Yes, sir,” I said, meekly. He pulled out of me, leaving a void and momentary disappointment. “Turn over on your knees, faggot.” When he used that word, it didn’t bother me. In fact, it sent an erotic charge through me, as my true sexual identity was now no longer a secret. My legs felt like jelly, but I did as I was told. On all fours I faced the bathroom door. Eric moved behind me, pressed his cock against my slick, open butthole, and rammed his meat into me in one fluid motion. He went so deep so quickly that for a moment I felt that the tip would come out my throat. “OHHH, yes!!! Thank you, sir,” I gasped. “You made a mistake before, boy. You came without permission.” “I’m sorry, sir. It felt so good I couldn’t control myself.” “That’s no excuse,” he said, as he resumed his in-and-out action. My cock somehow stiffened again. “If you want to be my bottom, you better learn to follow orders. I’ll have to punish you.” With that he began to spank me, and plenty hard. “Thank you, sir,” I cried after each blow. The room echoed with the echoes of his slaps on my ass cheeks. My wife emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. Our eyes met, and I saw again on her face utter contempt and profound revulsion. And it was an incredible turn-on! Her face reddened as Eric spanked me and fucked me and I called out my gratitude and obvious ecstasy. “Oh, thank you, sir! I need a man like you to teach me how to be a good bottom.” Then, with a deliberate lisp in my voice, I added, “You’re so strong, so manly.” And that sent my wife off the deep end. “WE’RE FINISHED, GIRLIE-MAN!” she shrieked. “I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR NEW LOVER. NO WOMAN WOULD EVER WANT TO TOUCH YOU AFTER SHE SAW THIS. IT’S SICK, IT’S REVOLTING.” With that, she opened the door into the hall and stormed out, the door slamming loudly behind her. *** Eric leaned forward and pulled two pillows under my dick. With his massive torso on my back, my arms collapsed. I turned my head to the side. He began to kiss me again over my shoulder, and I twisted to meet his tongue. His arms went under me and his thrusts quickened. He broke our kiss and gasped, “Here it comes, boy. Take my poz load! Take it like a man!” “Yes, sir. I want it, sir. I want your toxic load in my ass! Seed me!” There was one final moment of hesitation, followed by the deepest lunge yet. “AH! AH! AHHHH!” Eric roared in my ear, as hard, rapid thrusts followed, as it heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. I was thrilled – I had fulfilled my deepest craving, to please my manlover. And suddenly that triggered my second orgasm, very different from the first but just as pleasurable. Eric lay atop me, his enormous bulk pinning me. We continued to kiss over my shoulder, softer, more tenderly. My life had been changed forever, as we both knew. My straight life was over. From this point forward I would live my true identity, as a man who loved men.

So about a year ago I met a very polite 26 year old (I was 54 at the time), in a club in Gran Canaria. He said he found me hot and could he fuck me? Well how could I turn him down when he asked so nicely? What I found was, he was so eager and excited it didn't actually take him long to cum, and it was a nice plentiful deep load too. I didn't want it to end, so being a bottom who loves bottoms, I asked him if I could rim him (he had such a cute bubble butt). He said I could, and I love rimming, so dug in nice and deep, tasted and smelt heavenly, anyway this guy being young, he was hard again in minutes, so I said to him Do you want to go again? He did and fucked another lovely load into me. So whereas before I tended to stick to older guys, I'll happily now let younger guys have a go if they want, all loads are welcome after all oink!

the most obvious answer is the gym. unlike gay bars or cruising areas, it's the only spot i can think of where guys regularly hook up despite other people just using the space for non-sexual purposes. there's always some guy going "oh jeez. come on guys i just wanted to shower" 😜 once someone actually complained about me and when i checked out the desk told me and just said "try an be a bit more discrete in the future please" 😜

Would love to get my snout in there! I think @LeatherScorpionFF is right, I should change my name to FelchingPig!

Actually, you received a warning because someone else complained about your post.

Nice hole to breed.

First, this has been a fascinating discussion, and thanks to every guy that's contributed. To the quote above: it's entirely correct. Some guys just don't like women very much, and certainly don't like the idea of seeing "female-anything" in the fuckjoints. That disinclination, however, belongs to them, and should remain in their minds, not their mouths or behavior. There is absolutely no valid reason to be anything but mannerly, polite, to every single person at a fuckjoint. We don't "owe" each other having sex with folks we're not attracted to, but we do owe each other some measure of respect. How does it hurt a guy to acknowledge the humanity of some other guy that has the courage to deal with such an involved issue as gender-reassignment? We don't have to fuck them, but we do have to be decent human beings - none any better or worse than any other - until bad behavior enters the picture. Everybody gets to be who they need to be, and no one gets to judge others for merely understanding themselves, and taking serious and complex steps to become what they simply need to become.

I understand your point, and it's well taken. The difference, as I see it, is that the extra, "outside" action - whether on the part of one or both - would be that each guy knows in advance that it will happen, finds it sexually exciting, and there's not one iota of dishonesty in that. Merely the details of each outside encounter (when, where, how, etc) are missing, and by tacit agreement of both guys. Whether those details are eventually revealed or not, both guys are aware, and get a thrill out of knowing the other is having outside sex. Example: My life-partner and & had that kind of agreement from the day we met, let alone became a "couple". We had an office at home, but often one or both of us had to deal with business downtown. I knew perfectly well how long those larger staff meetings could take, and when he was later getting back home then it should have been, I knew perfectly well that he'd stopped at some glory-hole joint on the way home. And, it turned my Cock into granite. When I was downtown, and took longer to get back home than usual, he was naked, waiting on the bed, watching porn. Point: no lying, no (actual) cheating, no harm done at all. Just two men who loved each other, in all it's thrilling variations.

@BathhouseBottom - If you spend any time on this discussion forum you will discover that personal insults and abuse are not how we roll here. If you want to show your ass, do it in a bathhouse.

As deep inside me as possible. And it stays there. Plug it.

Like @NWUSHorny and @viking8x6, I don't assume "liberals" are "nice" or that "conservatives" are "mean". Both groups include large numbers of people across almost any spectrum you could posit, and "nice" and "mean" are relative terms that don't always have a useful meaning in a particular context. That said, as for the rest of the original ignorant post in this thread, the less said the better.

I would have loved to be a fly on the wall 😉

and probably won't, either. The OP hasn't been here for more than 5 years - and comments like that from Lure are why a lot of authors don't have the appetite to continue.

Lovely. I know there is a big rose in there just dying to come to full bloom! 🌹😈 Complete with Leather Harness too. Reminds me, on my ''must do that list'' is to reply to a recent-ish received message....

@ErosWired - As I said, I generally agree with you here and I think your expectations are reasonable. I certainly think it's appropriate to expect that people who are outside the generally accepted status quo in a bathhouse - or any situation in which personal interaction takes place without the usual layers of clothing, manners, structure [work, school, business] and so forth that normally moderate that interaction - should be the ones to tread carefully with respect to violating people's expectations. Apropos of this, when the whole #MeToo thing blew up three or four years ago, at least one of the bathhouses in my current orbit instituted a policy that consent is required and put up signs explicitly stating that "unwanted touch" is off-limits. It's not clear exactly how this is supposed to work in the case of ass-up in a room...

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.

Yea, that sounds like Gran Canaria. Gran Canaria (GC) is how European gays often refer to the resort town of Maspalomas/Playa Del Ingles (PDI) which is in the south of Gran Canaria itself, one of the Canary Islands. Gran Canaria island is quite large, and actually has many other towns, including Las Palmas, the ninth largest city in Spain. Maspalomas and Playa Del Inges are two parts of the same resort town- nobody know where one starts and the other ends, and the terms are often used interchangeably. Now, I‘m not sure when you visited, and you can accuse GC of lacking many things, but nightlife is not one of them! It has a large and very active gay scene that supports dozens of bars and clubs that attract gay tourists for every corner of Europe all year round! I don’t know enough about the history of the place to know when this all started, but as far as I’m aware it’s been like that for some decades. It’s definitely one of Europe’s hottest gay hot-spots, up there with Berlin, Amsterdam, Barcelona/Sitges, etc- but what makes it unique is that it is the only one that can boast year-round sunshine and warm temperatures: hence its popularity. As for where to stay, the Yumbo shopping centre is at the heart of all things gay, so choose somewhere within walking distance of that (which frankly covers most of the resort). There are thousands and thousands of hotel rooms- that’s pretty much all Maspalomas is about.

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.

I sometimes travel for business, mostly Chicago and Denver. I become a real cum dump when staying in hotels for business. I can't get enough. I find myself booking early flights to get to the hotel the day before just to be ass up, taking loads. I was headed to Denver for a few nights to get some work done. I packed my poppers, lube, my harness, a hood. I was ready for action in Denver. It's about 8 miles from downtown, a little of out of the way, but it's what I have to work with. No keycard for the hotel.... This last trip was no exception. I booked my trip a day early, early morning flight for an early checkin in my familiar hotel. Since it's a long flight I usually go the day before I need to be there as I am not going to fly all day and then go to work. I am long over that and have another reason, I want to get fucked and bred in my hotel. Day one: So I arrived at the hotel early, there was room available and before long I was prepped and ready. Ass up, dark room, ass clean and lubed and ready. I posted on Sniffies, updated my profile on Grindr, posted on BBRT. it wasn't long and I got a hit on one of those sites, a man was at my door, pushing the unlocked door open and sliding in my hole. I don't care, big cock, small cock, breed my hole. Fuck me good and hard and deep or just three pumps and dump your load. I want that load in me!! I am a cum whore, cum dump. I didn't get that much sleep that night, several guys bred me. I of course got the several no show's and those who ask for the address and then never to be heard from again. I of course don't get it, why they do that, but it's part of the game and you take the good with the bad. Some guys are jerks, others are great!! Day two: The next morning I got a couple loads from guys on their way to work, mostly just a pump and dump. I went to work with my ass full of cum. Loved every minute of it. That day I ended my work day early to retire to my hotel room before meeting my co-worker a little later for dinner. I long term fuck bud who tries to breed me every time I am in town hit me up and I met him at the hotel. He has a nice cock, asked me to be ass up, blindfolded and ready to take his cock in my holes. He came in, got undressed and fed me his cock. He likes to use my mouth and throat and I love it. Even know we know each other, he loved the blindfolded scene. He then slid around and fucked me deep, pounding two loads into me. Love it. Another young 31 year old came over right after to use my hole and dump his load, he did not work far away and just wanted to pump and dump, He was hard as rock and loved my daddy ass. He slapped and really used it. That was hot! He can dump in me anytime. A young lad came and dumped his load, I don't think he had much experience in fucking, but the mission was accomplished. I sucked him hard a couple times and the third time he got hard enough, he figured it out, he pumped his load into me. I went to dinner with 3 loads in me. Love sitting there with my co-worker knowing that the loads are swimming inside me. I of course rushed back to the hotel and was ass up again waiting. I have a pair of back zip shorts (they unzip in the rear) and they are part of my profile. A guy wanted to come in, unzip me, breed me, zip up and leave. I of course obliged. The next guy was memorable. He was begging to FUCK me. He wanted to talk dirty to me, degrade me, treat me like a slut, but he asked first. I am really not into that, I am a cum dump but I am not a "bitch". So I waited ass up for him to come. Same drill, door unlocked, me ass up in a dark room, waiting lubed up with several loads in my hole. He came in and gave me a real fucking. My hole got a good workout. It felt so good. He would pull all the way out, drive right back in. My hole was so fucking wet and slick. He bred me deep and then kept on fucking and you could feel it. He then asked if he could work out another load. Who am I to tell a guy no!! I think he will see me online the next time I am in town and do it again!! The next guy was HUGE. I don't have any trouble taking dick, this guy had one of the thickest, hardest cocks I can remember. I backed right up on it with my sloppy hole and let him go go to town. Another memorable breeding. He wanted to pump and dump his load in me. Any day I will bend over to take his cock. No need for lube, push it in me deep, give me your load!! Day three and four I was ass up any time I could be. I got to work late (taking morning loads) and stayed up at night for any chance to get bred. The young 31 year old came back to dump his load again. He wanted to watch others do the same, wanted to see me shared. There wasn't the opportunity but I am hoping the next time I am in town we can fulfill his request. I am all for it. I got four loads that night, the last one I could feel him fill me with a huge load and my ass felt great as he fucked me more after he came. It all becomes a blur after a while, ass up, waiting, door unlocked, next!! Several guys came into the dark room, dropped their pants, walked up behind me while I was ass up on the edge of the bed, slid into my ass, pumped their load into me, I never saw them or turned around. They got dressed and out the door they went. I was there to be used an filled with their cum. I loved every moment of it. Several guys ate my cum filled hole before breeding it. Loved it! I love my hole eaten, especially after it's filled with cum. As long as they then fill it again, I think its so hot!! All in all Denver was great, only a few no shows, two or three who could not cum or get hard enough to enter my sloppy hole but it was a success. I felt like I got what I wanted, having cum dumped into my hole I love being a cum dump, next stop Cleveland next week, then Chicago and Denver in January! Can't wait.

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

PART 6 I spent the whole drive over shaking I was so nervous. Over and over i told myself to just turn around and what what was I thinking risking so much? The first time I didn’t know til it was too late , but this was different. And I couldn’t pretend to myself it wasn’t. My hard cock and hungry ass were leading me, overpowering every thought I had to just get away! There was no hiding it, Tim had told me flat out. He was hiv positive, poz as he called it. And he didn’t use condoms. And he had no intention of pulling out. And I had seen that huge cock and knew how deep it could be when he came. And I had seen those giant cum producing balls. He had to shoot a massive load. He will fill me up with it, his sperm. His HIV positive sperm. Spurt after spurt, his cock all the way inside me erupting. And fear took more of a backseat. I was a horny as hell 18 year old that had just discovered bottoming and had done it with a hot experienced hung top. And he had fucked me bareback and cum in me my first time. I couldn’t help wanting more. And I knew how amazing Tim was, how he had made it feel so good, had made me so hungry for cock and so wanting to be a proud gay bottom. A bareback bottom now, on my way to see him again. Still shaking, I rang his bell and he answered obviously nude and obviously knowing it would be me knocking. “I’m so glad you are here. I have thought about that hot ass so many time these last few days. And the way that mouth felt on my cock. And the taste of your asshole. Wanna go straight up?” He welcomed me shutting the door. Nodding eagerlly at home he responded by leading me up to the room I had been in before. This time, I was tearing at my clothes, my cock like steel already and eyes focused on Tim’s already hard meat. Naked, I fell to my knees and licked the shaft from the base to the head, before swirling my tongue around the big mushroom head. Tasting precum, I lost my self and opened wide and took as much as I could. Concentrating on relaxing my throat, I tried to take more and more burn woukd gag occasionally and have to back off. I was trying my best to please him, to be a good cocksucker. “Fuck yeah”, he growled, “that’s so good. Suck that fucking dick. Get it ready. I’m gonna fuck you with it in about 30 seconds.” I grew every more eAger in my sucking, wanting to show my enthusiasm for what he said. “Get up, get on the bed on your back and pull your legs up,” he ordered as he reached for his lube and applied some to my hole and to his cock. Standing over me, his cock head an inch from my starving hole, he looked down and asked me, “what’s my boy want? Does my boy want me to put my cock inside him right now?” “Yes! Fuck yes”, I cried out. “There’s no condom on this cock”, he whispered as he began to tease my hole by rubbing the tip against it. “No condom. No condom.”, I repeated in an almost begging tone. He was driving me to the edge, making me want him so badly. “Should I pump all of my cum Into your hole when I shoot? Should I give you my sperm when we both know I am hiv positive? What do you want?”, he whispered as the pressure on my hole gradually increased. “I want you to cum in me, fill me up with it! All of it! PleAse just please fuck me til you cum!” I whimpered. With that, he pushed in and i I felt that piercing pain followed by a dull ache as my almost virgin hole tried to relax. He gently worked his big meat into me, slowly rocking his hips pushing deeper and deeper. Then starting to take longer strokes as my breath became gasps and I started losing myself to the sensations of pleasure in my hole. It wasn’t long til I was lost. The only thing on earth that mattered was Tim and his huge cock and me and my tight little hole. We were connected. Eyes locked, him grunting and huffing as I began to feel my breAth knocked out with every deep stroke. His ball were now slapping against me when he drove home and I reveled in knowing he was in me ball deep. I was taking all of him. Raw. He was pumping hArd and his thrusts began to pick up speed, his ups bucking erratically. I recognized this from last time and concentrated on trying to take every single bit of that cock inside me while squeezing and miliking it. “Fuck yes, squeeze that fucking cock Chris. Earn that load. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my sperm in you.” He grunted. “Fucking please cum in me. Please cum in me. I want it in me. I want your cum all inside me. I won’t let it leak at all. Please!” I begged him. “Big poz load. Gonna give it to you. Fucking dump that cum deep inside you.!” He muttered between clenched teeth as he was slamming into me. “Yeah. Big load. Big poz load. Inside me. All of it. Poz load inside me. Poz load inside Me.” I just kept saying it. Then I felt it his pace grew ever faster and then he drove deep and collapsed onto me and i felt that huge rod pulse and throb as his sperm entered me and splattered into my guts. I squeezed and milked it and wrapped my arms around him to hold him insode me. The throbs slowly ebbed and he pulled back up and looked down at me. My stomach was covered in my own cum? I had shot without touching myself. He made no move to pull out and I made no attempt to back off it. Instead I looked up with a guilty grin and knew inside there was no way I could stop doing this. Getting fucked without condoms and taking Tim’s cum. It was like a drug. I was already hooked. What was I gonna do now? This is crazy! But fuck his cum is in me and that thought still scared me but it was turning me on more. A lot more.

PART 5 I spent the next day feeling guilty and certain that I had HIV, when I wasn’t busy jerking of relving the whole scene. Then I would feel guilty again. How could I break all the rules my first time out? I had let a guy with HIV fuck me raw and I had even let him cum inside me. It was only when I jerked off that I let myself admit I hadn’t let him cum in me, I had made him cum in me. Why had I done that? The next day after that my horniness got the better of me and I logged on, just to look at his profile I told myself. Before I could get there though, I noticed I had a message. I clicked and it was from him and he had sent it late last night. “Chris, First of all, I had an amazing time with you and really felt a special connection. And i am really happy that I got to be your first Top. You left pretty quickly and I think I know why... the fact I am hiv positive. I normally wouldn’t have even met a guy quite As young as you, but you were just so sexy in your pictures and so eager to be with an older guy like me, i gave in. And then you had such a pretty hole and it smelled so good. And then it tasted so good. And you got my cock so hard with your mouth. I couldn’t help needing to be inside you and I gave in. And you needed it. You needed my cock inside of you. And you knew I wouldn’t use a condom. Or maybe you just didn’t think. You just gave in. And when I was fucking you and you couldn’t have it stop. It just couldn’t stop. You had to have my cock pistoning in and out of you. Even when you knew it would make me cum and I told you I was close. You gave in. You pulled me in and squeezed my cock with your hole and accepted my load. A poz guy was shooting spurt after spurt of his cum into your guts and you gave in. You wanted it. At first when you left, I felt a little guilty and thought maybe I shouldn’t have let it go so far. Here you are, 18 and now you have my hiv cum inside you. And you’ve taken it bareback. You are going to want to get fucked bare again. It’s too addicting. You will give in. You will need it. Cock and cum. Deep in your hole. You will just have to... give in. And I will be waiting to take care of your needs again. When you are hungry and can’t hold off anymore, come over. But there’s no condoms allowed here. And no pulling out. And you will leave full of my cum. Signed, Tim.” I wasn’t just hard when i finished reading that, I was sure i would cum if I even touched my cock. And then I noticed he was actually online. And without hesitation, I gave in. I messaged him, knowing that I was agreeing thAt I did want what he wanted too, to fill my ass with his cum. “Tim, I can’t stop thinking about it. Can I come over again?,” I wrote and hit send. It was maybe a minute later that I got my reply. It was one word,Now. My reply was just as quick, “On my way.” And after a few minutes cleaning myself up, I was out the door. And for the second time in 3 days, was on my way to be a hot older Top man’s bottom toy. The hiv thing definitely went thru my mind, but not nearly as much as the thought of how it felt like he had cum a quart of jizz inside me when he had shot last time. It was the cum I kept thinking about, taking cum.

Matt and Roger I’m Matt, 27, 6’3”, 230, white, coarse dark brown hair, buzz cut, furry chest, legs, trimmed beard, brown eyes, 7.5 thick cut dick, TT, gym rat, and workaholic. Roger, my boyfriend of six years, is 5’11” 185, 3/4 white 1/4 blatino, eight inches, thick uncut dick, vers, with really light olive skin with sporadic dark curly hair. He's also gym rat. We’ve been monogamous for all six years and have lived together for four in the upper east side of Manhattan. We have in a nice daily routine, which consists of waking up, my fucking a load into him, going to work, lifting at the Equinox from six to seven PM, taking a steam, and heading home to stuff our faces with protein. Sometimes we fuck again at night but usually we save it for the morning session. Monday. This morning Roger had to go out of town for work until Friday, so he left for the airport at 6:00 AM. I missed fucking him, but I didn't jack off because I knew I would have his hole when he got back. I slept in until the last minute and headed to work where I found my balls unusually heavy, and when walking to the break room to get coffee my dick had scarcely rubbed against my boxers when it got somewhat fluffy. Then, when my straight Dominican 45 year old 6’1” 200 lb masculine beefy co-worker came into the break room and began chatting with me about expense reports, my gaze drifted back and forth between his soft wet dark pink lips and the dick bulge visible even through his suit pants. Involuntarily I licked my lips thinking about the taste of his surely uncut, musky dick and ass. By now my dick was pumped full of blood. I definitely needed to stop looking at him. One day of cum backing-up and I was already turning into an animal. Heading back to my desk I popped an Adderral and before I knew it, 5:00 PM arrived, so I headed to the gym. Although my dick was a half staff, I managed to bust out my lift, pop by Chipotle, and get to bed early. Tuesday I was even more horny, and my dick involuntary got hard throughout work. After I was done I headed to the gym, only to find the locker room was busier than normal, with probably twenty or so guys, half of whom were getting dressed, and half of whom were milling around wearing only a towel, en route to the steam room or showers. My senses were heightened. I could smell and practically taste the odor of man. My eyes discretely explored the various bodies as I passed through the locker corridors. In the second such corridor I found a muscled body, fully naked, bent over as he was putting his underwear on. His hairy hole was fully exposed for the second I could observe him. My dick jumped. If it was socially acceptable I would have spit fucked him right there, right then. Instead I went into the last corridor to my usual locker, only to discover two furry bearded muscle daddies, about 50 years old, one 5’9 175, the other 6’ 200, both wearing briefs and pulling on their workout clothing. I can’t help but visually explore their tight furry, veiny, leathery bodies, including the top of a scorpion tattoo which was visible on the waist of the taller man. My eyes made their way down to his hefty bulge visible through his white briefs. His dick was clearly a giant. I could almost see veins running down through the fabric. His balls were so heavy his briefs were sagging somewhat, and his whole crotch was obviously bushy with dark hair. He was definitely a piggy poz daddy. I wanted to bury my face against his crotch. The blood, meanwhile, was surging into my dick, and my entire body temperature was rising. Although only a few seconds had passed since I rounded the corner, both men noticed I was looking. They paused in their chat, which led me to realize my mouth was gaping open, and I was all but drooling. Blushing, I quickly started changing, thinking to myself 'Fuck, you're an idiot. I love Roger'. I also thought 'You're definitely going to have to jack off tonight, if only to get some release'. The two daddies, however, were like lions stalking weak prey. The taller one initiated conversation with me remarking "I hope the gym isn’t as busy as this shit show locker room.” “Hah, agreed,” I replied. "What are you lifting today?” he persisted. "Chest and probably some shoulders. You?” "Nice. I'm working chest and tri’s. Dave here is doing cardio. If it’s nuts out there and you want any machine I’m on, don’t hesitate to let me know.” “Thanks, man. Same to you.” With that the three of us walked upstairs to the workout floor where it truly was a shit show. Nearly every machine and weight was occupied. I got lucky and spot a bench which was about to be vacated, and started loading up the 45's. The six foot daddy approached remarking “Hey, lucky guy, you mind if I join you?” "Not at all. Matt here. What's your name?” “Frank. Nice to meet you. Guess you're up first, youngin'.” Laying back on the bench I could feel Frank's eyes undressing me, and to be honest it was reciprocal, because when I looked up I found myself staring at his bulge and black furry armpits. I also found myself thinking he must be middle-eastern decent, or his ancestors came from somewhere in that part of the world. His arms were huge and quite veiny. He was wearing a black tank top and grey basketball shorts which complemented his build. As I lay there I inhaled a few times to pump up for my set. The smell of dick musk was palpable and intoxicating, so naturally blood pumped into my dick. “Hey Matt, you going to do this or just pass out from breathing too much?" Frank joked, his voice extremely deep and sexy. I busted out my set, and then, now spotting him, my bulge was huge, as I was half hard. I try to adjust my dick in my boxers to minimize its appearance, but Frank, already laying down and looking from a position where he could see up the leg of my shorts, chuckled and suggested “Move a bit forward so I can look up your shorts and see what’s causing this distracting view." Blushing, I smiled and awkwardly didn't make a reply. Frank kept up the banter throughout his entire set, and ended-up working with me for the rest of my routine. After every lift he either patted my back, butt, or briefly massaged my neck in a very bro style. He knew exactly how to seduce me, and as we walked towards the locker room Frank made his move “Dave is going to be doing cardio for a bit longer. We almost meet here after work, but he usually leaves after I do. How about grabbing Chipotle? I’m starving.” I was also, and without hesitation replied “Sure, I’m game.” We quickly changed into our street clothing and headed out. Just as we hit the street he briefly massaged the back of my neck as he asked “Hey, do you mind if we pop into my place really fast so I can get a heartburn pill? I love hot sauce but it kills me. My apartment is on the way to Chipotle.” It felt wrong but I couldn't think fast enough to get out of it. “Sure no problem.” His place was on the next block up. Walking in, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants and underwear as he moved deeper into the apartment. His body was so strong, and showed quite a bit of fur on his upper back and above his ass. His ass and legs were, in fact, completely covered in thick black hair. My heart was about to explode out of my chest and my dick was pumping full of blood. I wanted to lick him all over. “Sorry, man, I'm gonna throw on some dry clothing, real quick.” As he paraded into his bedroom I could see his dick sway between his legs. I had to regain my composure, so I asked to use his bathroom. "Sure, use the one through here, though, attached to my bedroom. The guest bathroom is being renovated." No sooner had I entered his bedroom he than he turned to me, his monstrous, poisonous, uncut dick thick and half hard. His scorpion tattoo also caught my eye, especially because it was much bigger than I had realized, stretching from his waist to his balls, buried in black hair. Stepping forward, Frank grabbed my face and growled "Come here." He had me under his spell. When he jammed his tongue into my mouth I was surprised how soft his lips felt, surrounded by his thick beard. Pulling back slightly, he ordered "Open your mouth.” I complied without a thought and he spat deep into my mouth, actually hitting the back of my throat. Again his mouth engulfed mine, his tongue wresting with mine. I felt virtually weak kneed with lust as my dick throbbed with arousal, my precum seeping into my underwear. He completely dominated me, and it seemed only correct that as his tongue explored my mouth and throat, he should pull my pants down and my shirt off over my head. My mind flashed ever so briefly to Roger, and a wave of guilt hits me, but the combination of Frank and my throbbing dick overcame my sense of guilt. There was no question: at least at this moment, Frank and my throbbing dick were in control. As we kissed, Frank's hand made its way to my furry muscular ass, squeezing first one, then the other cheek, hard, grunting into my mouth as he did so. Then he found my asshole and starts to scratch into it. Fuck, no one had done that to me in so long. It felt amazing. Even though I was completely dry, he forced his middle finger in knuckle deep, digging away. It seemed as if electricity was shooting from my hole to my dick. I could probably could have cum from that play alone, but instead he pulled closer against his chest, in so doing trapping his rock hard monster cock between our bodies. I'm not exaggerating when I say it stretched all the way up to my chest. And fuck, he was poz. His massive dick was leaking toxic precum onto my chest. I thought 'Well, I can’t get poz from spit, right? So as long as we just jack off I'm good', but Frank apparently had a different idea 'cause he took me into his arms, picked me up, and deposited me on the bed as he joined me there, the entire move without having let go of me. At this point his rock hard monster nine inch, thick uncut dick was oozing precum onto my stomach. Positioning himself between my legs, Frank ground his dick against mine as we continued making out. It had been so long since I've been with a guy other than Roger that everything felt new, and it was new in another sense. I had never before been dominated. Breaking our kiss, Frank stood up, and, standing over my body, jacked his huge furry dick while twisting his nipple. Then he crouched over my face, presenting his massive balls for me to admire. I was in sensory overload. They were so ripe. Taking ragged, deep breaths, I was all but getting high off of Frank's man smell. I wanted all of his sweat in my mouth. Frank, however, had his own agenda, and he placed his dickhead onto my forehead, which allowed me to lean my head all the way back so I can finally taste his dick, which was apparently his objective, as he slowly guided his dick head towards my mouth, pulling back his foreskin, and squeezing himself in the process. Silky poz cum oozed out of his head, flowing into my mouth. Although at one level I knew it was pure poison I unhesitatingly swallowed it. Frank then sank his dick into my mouth, and I opened as widely as I could. Nevertheless his cock head could barely fit into my mouth. Not to be deterred, Frank grabbed my jaw and forced his dick down my throat. I couldn't breath or move. He was virtually impaling me from the top down. My dick seemed to be getting harder the deeper he went into my throat, and finally his balls were resting on my nose. He remained stationary, balls deep, for several seconds as I struggled not to choke and cough, but eventually I had to at least try to push his weight off of my face. Still he was in charge as he thrust in a few times, grunting with pleasure. My throat involuntarily kept trying to swallow his massive piece of meat, even as my eyes streamed with tears from the effort of accommodating him. After what seemed to be about 20 seconds he finally pulled out. I gasped for air, my spit thick and stringy. "Good boy,” he whispered. Then he leaned forward, dangling his dickhead at my mouth and swallowed my seven and a half inch dick with ease. My balls tighten and tingled, and involuntarily I moaned, grunting "Oh fuck, I'm close.” Pulling off immediately, Frank growled "We can't have that yet.” I reached down to jack myself off, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me. My dick was so hard it seemed permanently flexed, and was almost hurting. I was so close to cumming to use the words 'blue balls' doesn't give the experience credit. Frank, meanwhile, picked-up with his agenda, and climbed over and behind me, pulling my legs up and initially onto his muscular hairy shoulders, then, as he propped my torso back on my shoulder blades, so my hole was facing the ceiling, my knees were now flung forward, resting on the mattress, one leg flanking each side of my head. With one hand he grabbed under both of my knees so he could examine my hole. I was completely exposed, and he was so strong. Spitting directly into my hole, he fingered it in, massaging my ass lips. My dick had never been so hard. More spit, and more massaging. I knew what he had in mind, and I didn't care. He was hitting my prostate; I felt him working the cum out of my balls with each prod. I was a human fuck toy to him. Then he pulled my legs back down to his shoulders, leaned forward, and gave me a deep kiss. His huge uncut dickhead likewise kissed my open hole. This was so dangerous. I knew it was, and I suspected he was leaking precum into my hole. Giving one last effort to be rational, I gave a half-hearted effort to push him off and to break off the kiss, trying to explain "Noo.. no way I’m bottoming.. I have a bo....” Frank didn't care about my protestations. He leaned over me again, jamming his tongue back into my mouth, his dick head now firmly lodged against my hole. Rocking our bodies a few times, I senses his slick foreskin unrolling on my hole, revealing the poisonous leaking raw helmet out of which his precum freely oozed. In fact I could feel his excess spit and his precum dripping down my ass crack, onto my back. My hole was slicker with each of his thrusts, and my head spun in excitement as Frank broke through my sphincter, opening me up with small thrusts, pushing ever harder to sink ever further in. Then, when he was about three inches in, he stopped. My hole was wrapped so tightly around his giant dick, I found myself involuntarily flexing my ass muscles, not knowing what to do otherwise with the foreign object lodged there. Moaning like a lion Frank muttered "Fuckk.. too tight,” his dick flexing and throbbing as he bred me with his poz cum. My dick spasmed without any manual touch, stimulated by his flexing dick which flooded my hole with his seed as he sank further into my ass. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, repeatedly kissing me. With this he pushed me over the edge. I moaned into his mouth as my balls erupted, volley after volley of my cum flowing onto my chest and neck. My hole was in unknown ecstasy. Frank's huge hairy balls were now on my ass as he had bottomed out and was not moving, but his cock continued flexing, doubtless oozing more and more poz cum into my ass. We made out for several more minutes, our tongues intertwined, but eventually Frank slowly withdrew his snake from the depths of my ass and then collapsed on the bed to my right, pulling me under his arm. We lay there breathing heavily, taking in the experience. I found myself thinking 'What the fuck have I just done?' My asshole was still gaping, and I could surely feel Frank's poz jizz leaking on to my ass cheeks and the bed. Taking a deep breath, Frank propped himself up on his elbow and wryly asked, "So, was that the first poz load you've taken, youngin'?” a smile in his eyes and on his lips.

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.

Damn… so many sexy arses and beautiful holes… I am sooo glad I am GaY💦💦💦😈😈😈

If I want to be guaranteed to get at least one load in my ass, going to the bathhouse during a busy period is usually my best bet. Apps are quite hit or miss. I also love spending a few hours at the local ABS where they have backroom gloryholes. I camp out naked in one of the booths, and advertise on the apps, then take every cock that pokes through the hole.

I've done this on a few rare occasions. I'd like to have done more. But hey, I'm still above ground, so it's not too late...

Real men fuck and breed. Pulling out to come elsewhere it's just awkward behavior.

I have a variety of T-shirts I ordered online, all black with white lettering: SWALLOWER I SWALLOW CUM PIG SHOOT DOWN MY GULLET And so forth. I love wearing them in bars and anywhere else I’m cruising. Guys grin, some seem turned on. The ones I like best walk up and talk dirty to me right away. Other suggestions made above I use too—love dirty knees. And if I see a guy with a bulge, I stare at it and run my tongue over my lips lasciviously. And you have to be really ready for action anywhere. All of these methods together bring results. I don’t think anyone sucks more cock than me.

The game got out of control - Part 8 (A horny Saturday continues) After the letter carrier insulted me while running downstairs, I dragged this huge package into the apartment, leaving a small trail of sperm in the stairwell and apartment hallway. Of course, silly me forgot the anal plug in the stairwell, even when I closed the door. After the great effort with the huge package, I treated myself to a nice cold beer, and suddenly I remembered the plug, I reached for my well-fucked asshole, and realized that something was missing there. So I started looking for the plug, somewhere I must have lost it, only where? In any case, the thing was not in the kitchen, not even in the living room, then I searched in the bathroom and in the hallway, nothing was to be seen, the bedroom, the guest room and the study I could exclude, so it had to be in the stairwell... ...Fuck I thought, then I must probably again naked from the apartment. I looked frightened through the door peephole, but unfortunately, or fortunately could see nothing and no one in the stairwell. So I quietly took the apartment key, carefully opened the door and first peeked through the door gap. What a luck still no one to see, but where is the plug? NO! I actually have to go down one floor to get it back, crap! So now I mustered all my courage, closed the apartment door as quietly as possible, and slowly and very quietly crept down the stairs, not wanting to be discovered. But as life goes, the neighbors, in front of whose apartment door the plug was, had on the one hand noticed the fuck from earlier, and on the other hand the two were just waiting for my cock-hungry hole. I was about to bend over for the plug when my hips were grabbed, and I felt the now familiar sensation against my cunt, "Yes, bitch, take my piston in your hole!" spoke the unknown guy behind me. He fucked me hard and fast, and his roommate then asked him, "do you think he'll be able to handle my cock too?" "He'll be fine with your cock, it's only 19cm, but whether he'll be fine with your sharpened piercings is the other question?" The thrusts into my man-cunt were getting faster, stronger and more irregular, I noticed that the first unknown guy was about to lock up in my hole. And then he also came with a primal scream, and flooded my intestine with his warm sperm, only rest there was not for me, the first guy pulled out, and immediately there was a strange metallic feeling at and in my hole. He also plowed through me roughly, unlike the first, where I moaned quietly with horniness, I could not with the second fucker. I could only scream in pain, he was really destroying my sphincter and intestines with his piercings. Fortunately the attack did not last too long, he was probably so horny that he only lasted 4 minutes until he came inside me. The moment the second anonymous fucker pulled his penis out of me, the first one with the plug stuffed in my ass, and Matteo came up the stairs. "Oh, Bennie, are you advertising tonight already?" I couldn't answer, the pain in my guts was too much, I could only sob, and went up the stairs to the apartment crying behind Matteo. But what did Matteo mean by advertising tonight? What's going to happen tonight? Is that nasty pierced fucker going to be there? - I hope not. All this I guess I will find out later. Oh well, the question of what is meant by POZ, I still could not clarify, and as it looks I will not succeed so quickly. Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

PART 13 Ted smiled as he opened the door. In the light, he looked pretty much as I had remembered him from the booth, except maybe a few more years older than I had thought. But definitely as tall as I had thought and just as tbin, if not thinner. He had on a white tank top that cling to his thin frame and loose basketball shorts. As I looked closer, I could see the outline of his cock thru the thin satiny fabric. He caught me stAring and grinned even bigger as he guided me in by putting an arm around my shoulder. His apartment was clean and nice, not fancy, but definitely comfortable. But that was all I took in as Ted guided my down the hallway immediately, and into his “fuck room” as he called it. I took in what was normally a bedroom. It had a small desk and computer in one corner and one wall lined fully with mirrors, another wall had a tv screen already playing gay porn, and then a full size bed wa against another wall. Finally, hanging from the ceiling in another corner opposite of the mirrored wall was what I instinctively knew to be a sex swing, a sling. I don’t even know if the door was all the way shut before he was naked and urging me to take my clothes off. I was embarrassed that I was already hard, but quickly stripped. This was different than the booths. Ted had the lights bright in the room and he stopped and took a long look at my naked body. “Chris, are you SURE you are 18? Absolutely sure?”, he said with amlittle doubt. I was afraid he was going to stop and immediately spoke out “I swear to god I am 18. I can show you my license and everything. I am still in high school and live with my parents but I am 18. Please don’t make me leave.” I scrambled to my shorts and pulled out my wallet. He waved it away. “Chris I trust you. I am glad you trusted me enough to show me your ID. I don’t need to actually see it. You know what I really liked? I really liked how bad you want to be here. And that was really your first time at a bookstore like that wasn’t it?”, he said as he started handling his cock. I noddedand then added “I did get fucked one other time, but the other day at the bookstore was my second time with a guy. Or guys, I guess.”, as I laughed nervously. “Fuck that’s hot. And now you are here, all in a week. You must be so horny. All those years I bet, just thinking about cock and man sex, jerking off every day. And now finally, you discovered it. You tried it. And you just want it more and more. And the best part is you are already hooked on raw sex. I bet you wouldn’t let me use a condom if I wanted to.”, he said softly. At that last line, a visible look of fear shot across my face. “Don’t worry”, he continued, “there’s no way I would do that to you. No condoms right?” I shook my head. “Why don’t you say it. Say it out loud so I know you mean it. I know I don’t want to use a condom when I fuck you. I want to fuck that hole bareback and I want to shoot my load deep inside it. My poz load. Is that what you want too?” I gulped and in a quiet voice, I said those two words out loud, “no condoms.” “And how do you want me to fuck you?”, he whispered as he edged closer. “Bareback no condom.”, I said louder now as the excitement of the moment grew. “And my load? Do you want my poz load inside your hole? Do you want me to cum inside you Chris?”, he asked. “I want it! I want your cum in me. Please just fuck me til you cum. It’s ok.” I practically begged. His hard cock was now inches from my eager mouth but he paused and asked me another question, “You do know I have HIV Chris? And my cum is full of it. Are you sure this is what it want? Cuz I want to fuck you so bad and I want to flood that little hole, but I want to make sure you want it?” The way he said it was genuine not concern, but just really wanting to make sure this 18 year old kid knew what he was getting himself into. As serious a topic, somehow the gesture just made the whole scene sexier. I didn’t know what to say except the truth. “I don’t know. I love getting fucked but there’s something about knowing you are giving me your cum. I can’t help it. It’s like my favorite part of it and I just want it. I know it’s dangerous but I can’t help it. I don’t even know why but I just feel like I need it. Like I really need it. Even if, even if it’s so risky. Please, you’ll still cum inside me right?” In the moment, in that sex room, actually talking about all this stuff, it was almost too much and my need made me emotional. Ted looked down at me, my face a picture of desperation with tears almost swimming in my eyes, so hungry for him. “Don’t worry baby. I have so much cum for that hole. I’m gonna give you a huge load. Just what you need.” And the distance closed and my mouth opened and I was sucking his cock, worshipping it.

he Daddy cradled his little pig in his arms and took him into another dark room with low red lighting. There were no mirrors in this room just TV units in the upper corner each showing the view from a camera fitted below. Jason marvelled at the image of himself on TV being carried in these big strong arms not even considering for the moment that these images might even be being recorded. In the centre of the room was a small podium with a crudely constructed chair in the middle. Jason was placed arse first into the chair and found that it had a large hole cut out the centre allowing his arse to drop through but not enough that he couldn't sit comfortably against the back support. There were ratty supports either side for his arms which he relaxed into and he allowed the Daddy to spread his legs wide and found himself once against being restrained in place. The Daddy looked Jason up and down and flicked at his soft cock with a finger. “Hmmmm this wont do” he muttered to himself as he pulled out two syringes from the leather holder wrapped around his thigh. “I trust you wont complain this time” he said as he once again gripped Jason's bicep and Jason watched in awe as once again he found the slam being administered, relaxing into the bliss as the contents were pushed into his veins allow the rush to flood his system once again. As he threw his head back to cough, the daddy in a quick fluid movement grabbed the flaccid cock and stuck the other needle into it. Jason barely registered the sensation as a large amount of caverject was injected into his cock ensuring that he would be able to perform for a crowd. The Daddy now moved behind the chair when the pigs hole was exposed and spread ready for action. Taking a dollop of lube that was in the container under the chair, the Daddy began greasing up his fingers and hand and then slowly he began to work Jason's hole with his thick fingers.probing up and inside twisting round and round, back and forth, in and out. Jason's was riding the slam and was moaning with guttural pleasure as the sensations to his sore bruised pig lips was too much to bear. He tried to shuffle his arse but found he was unable to move thanks to the restraints, and began to find that the more the fingers were worked into him the harder his cock was becoming. Almost painfully so. He bucked and thrust his hips the small amount he could desperately trying to fuck the air, or fuck the fingers in his hole. He couldn't tell which, his body just knew that this sensation was sending him over the edge and the Daddy underneath smiled sinisterly as the volume and desperation in the young pig was growing and growing. Draw to the moans came the cracked out twink from earlier. Looking even paler than previously he almost slide across the room and up the podium and stood in front of Jason staring down hungrily at the engorged dick in front of him. “Now thats what I wanted earlier” said the twink as he kneeled down, open his cracked mouth and stuck out an encrusted, sore coated tongue as he took a long lick all the way up Jasons thickening shaft. “Mmmmm that tastes so good” he said as he pressed on the cock head and opened up Jasons piss slit, digging his tongue inside dribbling his foul spit down inside. With a deep breath he engulfed the head of Jasons dick and worked it inside his mouth and into his throat with ease, having spent years already serving any dick he could; anywhere, anytime. He bobbed up and down causing Jason to continue his moans and begs as the Daddy underneath began applying more pressure to the five fingers deep in his guts. The twink stopped the assault and stood up, taking a moment to admire the slobber and sheen he had left all over this lads cock and balls. “Now for the main event” he said and he turned around and spread his cheeks apart. Even in his drug fuelled state Jason's eyes bulged in horror as his mind tried to comprehend. This young twink pulled his arse apart revealing a grotesque descended hole, not only misshapen but covered in open sores which were red, inflamed and some were broken. Despite the sight his dick remained rock hard and wordlessly he watched in horror as the twink backed up and his arse began swallowing Jason's cock, rubbing the broken sores down his shaft pulling him into the depths of this diseased boys hole. At the same moment the Daddy below gave a steady increasing push and popped his knuckles through tearing Jason's hole allowing proper entry for his big hand to start opening the pig up properly. This caused Jason to bellow in agony thrusting ever so slightly deeper into the Twink encouraging him all the more to start riding the captives cock up and down. The Daddy was finding it hard to control himself as he began relentlessly pounding his fist deeper into the pig, he was in perfect position to get it nice and deep as he began fucking the lad deeper and deeper sliding the lad down onto his forearm and working his way up inside. The twink turned himself around on Jason's dick so he could grab his face and snog the crying pleading pig. Jason had no means of escape or stopping him as the fist in his hole was making him scream, allowing this twinks disgusting tongue to probe and explore his mouth, oozing around his teeth and gums. “Yeah baby, yeah fuck me, fuck my dirty hole you sick pig. Give me your load. Give me your dirty babies” the twink said as he thrust himself up and down on Jason's dick. “fuck yes, fuck yes, you sick fucking perv, fuck' screamed the twink as he twisted his body around on Jason ensuring all the right spots were being hit. Then at just the right angle, his bladder got hit and he began squirting piss all over the pair grabbing his dick he aimed for Jason's face soaking him in rancid bright chem piss. As he spluttered the twink took the opportunity to grab his face and launched into another deep snog again, raping the pigs mouth with his tongue and pounding his sloppy hole up and down on the rock hard dick. The sensations in Jason were too much, the hand deep in his arse punching through to his bowels, the tongue down the back of his throat, the sloppy wet cunt riding his stick, he could feel it all building inside him, all the pent up energy mixing with the drugs in his system. His stomach convulsed and with a cry the contents of his guts flew out his mouth into the twinks face who squealed in utter delight. Then with a cry that made the podium shake Jasons balls clenched, his arse gripped the Daddy's forearm like a vice and his load shot out his cock like a cannon, blasting the insides of the diseased twink spurting over and over and over again. Jason shuddered uncontrollably as the course of the night caught him finally releasing all that sexual heat that had been building and he collapsed into the back of the chair, every muscle loosening expert his rock hard cock. The daddy below allowed his arm to slide out the ruined slack cunt and he admired the streaks of red and white coating his arm as he watched the newly blossoming rosebud pulse with each breath and heartbeat. The twink climbed off Jason's chemically hard cock and pushed off the puke from his chest and slopped it too the floor. He dug two fingers up inside his slack hole and pulled them out revealing a discoloured blob of goop. He smeared it onto Jason's tongue. “I'll see you some time again I hope” he said as he hopped down off the podium and out the door. The Daddy reappeared from under the podium and began unbuckling his little pig from the chair. Lifting up the boy he carried him back towards the entrance and to the showers. Holding the semi conscious boy up, the Daddy washed him down and dried him off. As he took the boy to the lockers he found all his belonging had gone. Brian appeared through the door, having watched most of the action on the monitors, with a dried out pair of trackies and polo. “I trust you can see him out now Brian” said the Daddy as he passed the lad over. “Theres still time for me to have a bit more fun” “Yeah course” came the gravelled voice back “I'll get him into a taxi” “Probably best to give him a card as well. Cause that lad is going to get real sick real soon” chuckled the Daddy as he walked off back into the darkness. “You're one of the goods ones” called out Brian as he took a clinic card off the desk top and shoved it into the lad's trackies pocket. “Poor little rabbit, looks like he had fun” said Dean as Brian passed the lad over. “He sure did, now make sure he gets into a taxi”. Dean walked the barefoot boy out the door into the street into the early morning sunshine. The cold wet pavement barely registered as Jason was walked to the edge of the road and Dean gave a nod to one of the waiting taxi drivers. A large stocky indian man waddled over and opened his taxi door, helping him place Jason into the back seat. “Hey Rabbit, where's home little one” Dean asked as his thick hand held the boys head up. Jason's eyes barely opened as he tried to register what was going on. “Oval” he mumbled back head slumping back int the seat. “Ok Pavi, just take him to Oval tube station and drop him off round the back. Either he will get back from there himself or someone will find him”. Pavi got into the taxi and waved goodbye to Dean as he wandered back to his post in the Pig Palace.