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Chapter 1 – An Unexpected Gift Jake and I have been together for ten years now. It’s a good milestone for us to celebrate with family and friends, so we decided to have a small party at our place. Jake is 38. He’s from Germany originally, but you’d never know it when you met him. The only remaining sign of European birth is that he’s uncut. He’s about 6’ tall, in good shape, with blond hair, blue eyes, and he's sexy as hell. He’s not too hairy, but his ass crack has a forest in it. I’m 42. A little shorter than Jake at 5’10” and in good shape from our regular partner workouts. Short brown hair, brown eyes, and a hairy body. Unlike Jake, I’m cut. Our family all know us as a loving and devoted couple, and we are. But some of our friends know that we have some curious sexual proclivities. We sometimes party with friends or at an event and we both like groups. Add to that the fact that we are both fisting fans, and you’ve got an interesting dynamic. The party was great. Our parents and siblings came with nieces and nephews. Several of our friends were there as well. Even though we had a strict “no gift” policy, some people did bring gifts for us. Luckily, most of the presents were things we needed for the house, so it wasn’t all bad. There were also lots of cards. People wanted us to open the gifts and cards at the party. It’s not my thing, but you gotta keep the people happy. As we looked through the cards, one was marked “Do Not Open at Party” on the envelope. We were able to put it aside, and no one was any the wiser about this item. Once everyone had gone home and we’d cleaned up, Jake remembered the odd card. We found it and opened it. A friend had arranged a weekend away for us that was going to be a huge fisting party. Given the friend who gave it to us (who was also coming along), we knew that partying would be part of the deal, too. The weekend was coming up, and we decided to carpool with our friend, Gary, who had bought the getaway for us. He got in the car with the smallest bag we’d ever seen him use for travel “All you need is a douche, some poppers, and a few jock straps”, he said. The weekend was sounding like it was going to be awesome. The party was at a gay guesthouse about an hour away from where we live. We got there around 6 on Friday and got registered for our rooms. There was a pamphlet of info about the weekend, with several party locations, floor plans for the sling rooms, and a bare-bones list of rules. The rules basically came down to “don’t be a jerk.” We went to our rooms and got settled in. Tonight was just a mixer, with the playtime starting in the morning. We went down to the little bar and met some of the other guys. They were a mix of ages, builds, styles, and types. It looked like a fun and eclectic crowd. Saturday morning, Jake and I both did a good cleanout, assuming we’d be fisting all day long. I’m sure that Gary did, too. We went down to breakfast wearing jock straps and harnesses. There was no dress code, but you couldn’t be naked in the dining area. Lots of other guys were similarly attired. It was a fun show, checking out all the asses and pecs on display. After a light breakfast, we strolled over to one of the sling rooms. This room had eight slings, four on each side. Each sling was equipped with a lube station, paper towels, a chair, and a table for poppers and other lube you might prefer. Four of the slings were in use. Gary suggested that one of us get in a sling, and he’d fist us as part of the celebration. After that, he’d fist the other one. That sounded like a good way to start the weekend, so Jake got in the sling, and Gary worked over his hole. I love watching my man get fisted. The feelings between the top and bottom are so intimate, and the interaction is almost primal. Gary has fisted both of us before, so he knows what we like. He’s a good, thoughtful fister, who often checks in with his bottom to see how things are going. He had also brought a little pack that had some poppers in it, so he and Jake got to enjoy those. After Jake tapped out, I got in the sling. The room was filling up, and there was only one empty sling. Some guys were just wandering around, checking in on the action. It was sexy to be taking a fist while all these other guys were around, and that was clearly a precursor to the rest of the weekend. When Jake and I had finished, we went off to smoke a little T. Usually, we do that before we fist, but it seemed early to do it right after breakfast. Then, we went to explore the rest of the spaces. There was another, smaller sling room with three slings in a row in it. The main floor would be used for tonight’s party, but it would need to be cleared out first. For a fisting weekend, food was light, and alcohol was copious. Out back, there was a pool that was clothing optional. I didn’t know how many guys would use the pool over a sling, but some might. We just kind of wandered around, scoping out the crowd for the afternoon. Some guys looked cool, and it would be interesting to see how the weekend played out. We went down for the “dinner,” which was really drinks and a few appetizers. That was OK because everyone’s mind was on fisting. Guys started leaving in twos and threes, sometimes more. You could smell what people were smoking as you walked through the property. Obviously, the owner was OK with all of it. We walked into the large sling room, and a guy approached Jake and said, “Want to fist me?”. Jake replied, “Only if you fist me after that,” and it was agreed. First, they disappeared to the guy’s room, presumably to smoke. I looked around and spotted a guy who looked like fun. He was tall, thickly built, and really hairy. I love a hairy ass, especially for toys and fisting. The hair clings to whatever is being pulled out of the guy’s ass, and that’s really hot. Taking the lead from Jake’s guy, I asked him, “Do you want to fist?”. He just nodded a yes and started to walk away. I followed him to his room to smoke. When we got back, Jake’s guy was in a sling and Jake’s hand was in him already. I noticed poppers and a few toys on the table and assumed those were all going to be used too. With my guy, I jumped into the sling and got my feet set in the stirrups. My guy had grabbed some toys and poppers while we were in his room, but he seemed like the strong and silent type. He lubed up his hands and my hole and started working his fingers in to expand my opening. He was quickly up to four fingers, so I said, “Just shove it in”. He pushed, I pushed back, and he entered my ass. His hand was large and felt fantastic just at the entry. I could only imagine what it would feel like once he got in deeper. He worked his fingers around and clenched his hand into a fist while he was in me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I took a deep hit of poppers and felt his hand move deeper into my ass. He knew how to fist, and I was very appreciative of that fact. He waited until the poppers had time to take effect before sliding more of his hand into my ass, probing for my second hole. Even though he was quiet, he was always paying attention to me to see how things were going. It turns out that the sling where Jake was fisting was across from the one that I was in. It was exciting to watch my husband fist another man while taking a fist myself. I saw Jake reach for the poppers, share them with his bottom, then take a hit himself. He was really working the guy’s hole, and the guy seemed to be very happy about it. Next, Jake picked up a toy, lubed it up, and positioned it at the entrance to the man’s hole. It was thick and long, but it would be a great ride. The guy took some more poppers, and Jake began to push. The toy slowly entered, then slid almost all the way in. That guy must have a very open ass. Jake moved the dildo back and forth, eliciting moans of pleasure from his bottom. Meanwhile, my guy had decided to use a dildo on me. He selected a rather large one and held it up to me with raised eyebrows. I nodded yes, and he lubed it up. He positioned it at the entrance and let me do some poppers before starting the insertion. Poppers just make this more fun. The toy was definitely a stretch for my hole, and it would probably be a stretch for depth, too, but I was game. My guy fucked me gently with the dildo, regularly looking to see if things were OK with me. After a long while, both Jake and my guy were done topping. I asked my guy if he was ready to get in the sling, and he nodded yes. Jake was already hopping in the sling across from us. Then, my guy handed me a card that said, “Hi, my name is Steve, and I am deaf. I lipread but can miss some things.” Now it made sense why he was so quiet and, at the same time, so focused on me. I told him that it was all good with me, and we settled in for a hot fisting session. Steve was a burly man with lots of body hair. I started out rimming his ass, which had him writhing in pleasure. Then, I lubed up my hands and his hole and started probing. His hole opened readily to me, so I slipped my hand in. The look on his face told me how much he was enjoying the feelings. I fisted him deep, gave him a good stretch, and made him very happy. I also used a large toy on him, which his ass ate up. Gary had come back from wherever he was and grabbed our hands when we were done and said, “Let’s party.” We went back to our room, packed a pipe, and got really spun. Now, it was gonna get crazy.

I used to meet up regularly with a FB. But since I moved to another part of the city, we were not able to get together nearly as often. Today, out of the blue, I got a text from him saying that he was going to be near me and would have some extra time. I jumped at the chance to see him – and get fucked by him. I hadn't seen him in over a year. He told me he wanted me to wear a blindfold and be ready for him in bed. He had often had me wear blindfolds, use neckties to secure my wrists, and other hot play, so I knew he had not lost his touch. Soon, I was laying in bed in a jock and a blindfold when I heard the door open. I tingled all over. Our play was always hot and he knew how to ratchet it up. He made his way to the bedroom and I heard him taking off his clothes. He crawled in bed and we started making out. Soon, he was entering my ass raw. He fucked me for a long time, guiding me into different positions since I couldn’t see through the blindfold. At one point, he had me laying on my stomach while he laid on my back, still pushing his dick in and out of me. He reached around and felt my crotch. I was limp, so he started to pull his hand out from under me. I grabbed his had and put it back on my jock-covered crotch. He stopped for a moment and asked me if I was enjoying myself. I answered that I was enjoying it very much. And then I somewhat surprised him by telling him that I had tried to train my cock to stay soft when getting fucked. It made me feel more submissive and it showed that only his cock mattered. He seemed to like that idea. He rubbed my soft cock a few strokes and then pulled his hand out. He seemed to be no longer interested in my crotch. I victory for me. I moaned a “Yes Sir” as he removed his hand. That got me several hard poundings in a row. Sub heaven! He had been fucking me for about 45 minutes when I started begging for his cum. I wanted his load in my hole. I can’t actually feel a guy’s cum being shot into my hole very often. But I felt his cum vollies then. He kept stroking in and out, making my hole extra slippery with his cum. I was then begging for him to push his load deep in my hole. He finally collapsed on me and laid there for a minute. When he caught his breath, he rolled over onto his back beside. I pulled off the blindfold and immediately leaned over to kiss him. Once we broke the kiss, I was going to lay back down. That’s when I saw it. He had a bio-hazard tattoo just below his navel. I froze. He followed my stare down to his tattoo. He said, “Oh yeah, there’s been a few changes since we last got together.” I couldn’t move. Well, most of me couldn’t move. He finally reached over and grabbed my rock hard erection still trapped in my jock. I didn’t realize that my dick had responded. Of course, dicks don’t lie. And he knew it. He said, “Looks like your training only works when I am still fucking you. And it looks like its ok that I didn’t tell you beforehand.” I finally snapped out of my trance. I looked him in the eyes, smiled, and then leaned in to kiss him again. Once we broke the kiss, I told him that I loved him. I don’t know where that came from. But that is how I felt at that moment. I loved him. I had his toxic load in my hole, my hole that he had beat up for the last 45 minutes. I finally nodded my agreement. I said, “Yes, I want you to be my Daddy. You will have to find a way to come over more until I test positive.” He just smiled. He had me. He knew it and I knew it. I wanted him to convert me. And we were well on our way.

As I stared in shock garret began stripping his clothes off. “You see son” garret said “ about twelve or so years ago I met your mother and father. We met at a bar and I soon realized their secret, they were both bottom sluts. They would go around getting guys to breed both of them because your mom and dad are both total cum whores.” Garret got his shirt off revealing massive nipple piercings almost as big as that in his septum, along with a hairy barrel chest covered in tattoos. He grabbed my father’s head and stuffed it into his pits as he continued undressing. “They were completely willing to take my raw cock, though I didn’t tell them I was poz, and once they had a taste it was so good they agreed to be my slaves.” He said as he took his jeans off. Underneath he wore only a filthy jock that clearly had never been washed and was stretched to the edge with a massive bulge. “ both your parents couldn’t get enough, though you were so young I doubt you remember but one would take turns taking care of you for a few days while the other got high as a kite and took my toxic seed non-stop for days” he pulled the jock down revealing a nearly nine inch long soft cock, it was nearly as thick as a beer can and tattooed same as the rest of him. At the tip gleamed a massive metal piercing with two sharp spikes. He took my fathers head from his pit and forced him to his knees before shoving the massive cock straight down his throat. “Now your parents knew this wouldn’t work forever so they had to come up with something new” he said as he violently fucked my fathers throat “ they thought about divorce so one could live with me full time and the other raise you, but they love each other too much for that.” Garret said, patting my father’s head “ so they came up with an idea, tell you your mother died so that she could live with me in ecstasy, while your father raises you slowly, preparing you to become my slave.” As garret finished he pull out of my father’s throat, flipped him around and the bottomed out into his hole as my dad moaned in pleasure. I was shocked, my mom was alive and not only had she left me for sex but both my parents had given me over to this man. “Dad is this true” I asked in horror “Ah-all of-OH it fuck Luke” he moaned out “don’t-uh worry son-oh god yes - masters cock is SO FUCKING GOOD fuck, you’ll love it” he was lying on the table now moaning incoherently. “So son what do you think are you ready to become my slave and join your family” garret said I stood up to leave “fuck y-uh” I began stumbling as my head began to swim, “I wondered when the g we put in the whiskey was gonna kick in, don’t worry son you’re fine, your dad and I just wanted to make sure you were in the right mindset to convert” “What did you” I slurrd out as I clutched the table. Garret pulled out of my father and grabbed me “shh son dont you worry just come sit over here with me” he whispered leading me to the couch. As my dad went to another room. “Now son I hate to say it but you were born to be a cumslut” garret said as we sat on the couch him pulling my body into him. He turn on the tv which blared a homosexual orgy as he said “I’m just making sure you make the right choice because I care for you like you’re my own son, I mean you practically are because I’ve fucked both your parents more times than they have fucked each other.” My dad walked back into the room with a tray of crystals,powders, and syringes. He placed it on the coffee table then kneeled at garrets feet. Garret took his arm from around me and said “strip son” I thought for a second and realized I needed to see what was so special about garret, I needed to know why my parents wanted him so much. I stood up and stripped my clothes off. I was slightly hairy and had a lot of hair around my ass. Garret kicked my father in the balls hard yelling “I thought I told you to put nair in his body wash you stupid fag” “I’m sorry master” my father begged from the ground “ I did but he never left it on long enough, but it is patchier” “You’re fucking useless, you know I was thinking about letting you fuck him tonight after I break him in but after this there’s no fucking way” garret said with disdain. “Just shove some crystal in his hole already we gotta get him going” “Yes master” my father said then forced me to lean over the table before violently forcing three fingers into me. My hole burned as he quickly rammed them in and out before picking up the four largest crystals and shoving them into my ass. If I thought my dads fingers hurt, these were awful. They burned like crazy and cut up the inside of my hole. My dad then changed from the normal porn to something stranger as the burning in my ass slowly turned to pleasure then craving I heard deep voices from the tv encouraging my slutty urges as I saw whores get fucked by big burley men. I soon realized it was only one man, Garret, Master, fucking, no, owning two people I recognized closely, my mom and dad. As I watched my parents get fucked I felt a hand enter my ass with next to no resistance, followed by murmurs behind me. The murmurs however were drowned out by the voices, they told me to accept my nature, give myself over to lust, and to follow my parents footsteps. After a while I felt the hand come out of me and turned around to see my master. The man who I needed more then anything. He say like a god, his heavenly cock erect in front of him. I tried to go down to suck him but felt myself held back. My father grabbed me and held my cock out. He took a string and wrapped it tight around the base. He then took a two needles and shoved them both into my cock pushing the plungers in before ripping off the string and beating my dick for a few seconds while I felt the tsunami of ecstasy roll over me. I then knelt down to take my gods offering. As his holy cock entered my mouth I tasted my fathers blood on his cock. Master allowed me no time to adjust before slamming all 12 inches of his rock hard cock into my mouth, cutting up my throat. As master began piston fucking my throat I felt more of the crystals enter my hole, along with other powders and liquids. After who knows how long, master pulled my throat off of his cock and pulled me to his face. “You’ve done such a good job faggot” my master said “but now is the hardest part. I’m going to claim you forever. I’m not sure if you’ll remember this tomorrow because we have given you a lot of different drugs and we’re going to keep giving you more but you love it don’t you slut” he said as I tried to speak in response but my throat was too bruised so I just moaned “Good boy now hold out your arms, I like my sluts flying” I held out both my arms as he and my father put syringes into both my arms before pushing them down. At this point I barely felt the added high but would gladly take any drug master gave me. I felt master turn me around and line his cock up with my hole. Violently he slammed all the way in and as I felt my hole tear in two a mix of cum and piss shot from my cock as I felt the most intense organs of my life. After what felt like hours I heard talking behind me “oh my god is that him” I heard a woman’s voice say “it is our boy is taking master like a champ.” My dad responded. I then heard master say “ your boy is doing great Claire in fact he might end up better then you, we’ve got him flying on damn near every drug under the sun and he only wants more.” I then saw the woman walking infront of me with my father. She was a short blond wearing only a tiny dress that did little to cover her massive breasts. “Hi sweetheart” she said to me taking my face in her hand “it’s been so long but I’m so proud of the slut you’ve become” she said as she kissed me and I just continued moaning. She then took two of the syringes off the tray and asked my father “what are these hun” “Ket and Heroin darling” he responded “Oh fun” she said “put your arms out for mommy sweetheart she needs to get you higher” I did as she told me and felt another wave of pleasure overtake me as she shot the drugs into my system. My mom and dad stayed with me, continuing to give me more and more drugs as master endlessly filled my hole. When light began to shine through the windows the tray had been cleared I finally fell off masters cock. “How many loads did you give him master” my mother asked while I watched my father clean masters cock from my blood and juices. “About 20 I think, good thing I loaded up on viagra, he’s mine for sure, though lord knows what he’ll remember with all the drugs we gave him.” “Oh well if he doesn’t remember master we just get to corrupt him all over again” “Ha I suppose you’re right whore now don’t let your husband do all the work” master said as I lost consciousness. — thanks for reading at the moment I don’t plan on Claire being anything more than a watcher and encourager. If I do decide to do something with her I’ll put it in the proper forum. Just felt like this needed to be said

It all started on my 18th birthday, I had just graduated a week prior and was planning on taking a gap year to save for college. My mother had died when I was twelve so I lived alone with my dad. When I came down my dad had made breakfast and was sitting at the dinner table in only a robe. I thought it was strange because my dad was almost always fully clothed, I hadn’t seen him without a shirt in years. His robe was rather loose and I could see his hairless but well muscled chest, and what looked to be nipple piercings. I could also see the edges of some tattoos but couldn’t really make them out. “There’s the birthday boy” he said getting up and hugging me “or should I say birthday adult” I was surprised when dad hugged me because he had shown me almost no physical affection ever. He just wasn’t that type of guy. “Here I am, thanks for making breakfast” I replied “You got any plans for today son” he asked, sitting back down. “I was gonna go get some food with my friends in a bit but nothing major” “Damn it’s your 18th birthday you should be out having fun, go party or hire a hooker or something” he said casually. This was getting really weird because I’d never heard my dad talk like this before. “ uh I’ll think about it I guess” I said “ I’ve gotta get going soon though so I’ll see you when I get back” “I’ll probably be out at work but before I leave I’ll try to find some old stuff your mom and I used to like when we were your age, I’m not sure where it is but I’ll probably find it by the time you get back” I got back a few hours later and went up to my room. When I got in I saw a box on my bed with a note on top. “Couldn’t find the stuff but I did find some of my old porn mags and thought you’d like them, the stuff from your mom is somewhere in the attic so feel free to look yourself” My straight laced quiet dad had given me his porn mags. What had happened to him, he was a totally different person than he was yesterday. As I opened the box it looked like normal porn from the 90s but it got weirder towards the bottom. Magazines of women being fisted or ones of girls fucking guys with dildos, at the bottom there was one that was all hairy men in leather gear. What the fuck, my dad had a collection of weird porn magazines and decided to give it to me. I was weirded out but also started to get a little hard. I took my pants off and began stroking my cock. I started looking at the magazines of girls getting fisted but eventually made my way to the leather men. I had never really thought of my sexuality but guessed I was bi. As I got close to cuming I noticed the final pages of the magazine were stuck together. As I pulled the apart some flaky dust fell out and I saw a picture of a big hairy man fucking a hairless one with the caption convert him. At that moment I came straight into the magazine. I looked at the dust and then realized it was my dads dried cum that was lying on my chest. I brushed it off as quickly as I could and stuffed the magazines back in the box. I soon heard my dad get home and him yell “ luke come down here!” “What’s up dad” I asked as I walked downstairs “I managed to get us a reservation at Mark’s steakhouse for your birthday dinner tonight we’re leaving in an hour” “Ok I’ll go get dressed” I replied going back to my room. An hour and a half later we arrived at the restaurant in dress clothes. As we walked in a giant man with a large spiked septum piercing and several tattoos visible at the edges of his shirt was walking out with a woman in a tiny dress who looked like she was tweaking out. “Matt how are you” he bellowed at my father as he went in for a hug. He squeezed my father’s ass hard and pulled my dad into him. “I’m better now sir” my dad responded as the man let go after a few seconds. “This here is my son Luke” he said pointing at me “Luke this is garret” “Hi there son” Garret said pulling me into a tight hug. “He’s one of the closest people I know and I think you’ll be getting better aquatinted with him soon” my father said “Well it’s good to see y’all but I have to run this slut is getting real horny” he said as the woman with him was practically humping his thigh “Nice to meet you” I mumbled in response as Garret left. “ hmm he’s got a needy one tonight” my dad said absent mindedly as we went to our table. We spent most of the dinner making pointless small talk until out of nowhere my dad said “so Luke how’d you like those porn magazines I left you, you know when I was your age I can’t even remember how many times I beat my dick to those” as casually as if he were asking about the weather “Uh they’re good I guess thanks” I replied awkwardly “ I’m glad to hear it you jerk off to them yet or do they not compare to your internet porn” he said chuckling to which I just shrugged “I’m just fucking with you I love me some good online porn too the magazines only show so much” dad said “Hmm” I responded shoving more food into my mouth Dinner continued on as normal as if he had not just asked what porn I liked. When we finally went home I went straight to my room hoping to avoid any more awkward conversations. A few hours later I went downstairs to get a snack when I heard noise coming from the movie room. I went to check it out and when I got to the ajar door I saw a girl getting fucked on the big screen. What shocked me more was that my father was not masturbating to it but rather riding a massive dildo with his phone in one hand and a brown bottle in the other. “ yeah she’s a total keeper but you should chill her on the chems she looks half dead, you gotta make sure she can still feel you monster cock sir” my dad said into the phone. That’s when I realized the girl getting fucked on the screen was th one garret took home from the restaurant and garret was the one fucking her. “If you’re done with her I’ll come over right now sir” my dad said, standing up off the dildo revealing a massive stretched hole.it looked as if his hole was tattooed along with a trampstamp I couldn’t make out. I ran back to my room and eventually went to sleep. I woke up at 5 am when dad was sneaking back into the house looking sweaty and unkept. That afternoon my father said to me “oh by the way son, garret will be joining us for dinner tonight” “Oh ok” I responded, unsure of what was going on. A few hours later garret arrived wearing a t shirt and jeans, confirming my theory he was covered in both hair and tattoos. He stood at about 6’5 dwarfing my 5’10 father and me, being 5’7 on a good day. The jeans he was wearing showed off a massive bulge that looked almost too big to be real. When garret arrived he gave my dad a long hug and me a shorter one. He went to the kitchen with my father to check on the food while he asked me to “go pour us some whiskey son, get a glass for yourself too” I was taken aback but my father simply nodded at me and went to the kitchen, being guided by garret as if he were deeply familiar with our home. I walked the drinks into the kitchen where I found Garret standing right up behind my father as they both gripped the counter. I sat down at the bar across from the counter and passed them the drinks. “Thanks son” garret said as my father simply grunted in response. “Don’t be rude Matt” Garret said pushing him forward a bit as my father let out a deep sigh. “Uh thank-uh you-o” my father struggled out. “Uh yeah of course” I replied as I decided whatever was going on in the kitchen was too weird and moved to the table. Garret came over a minute later and my father followed with the food. Garret mostly made small talk with my dad and me, until the topic of the steakhouse came up. “How’d you like Mark’s last night, son” Garret asked me “It was pretty good I’ve been there before but not much” I responded “That’s good me and the owner Clark go way back almost as far as me and your dad” “How long have you two known each other” I asked “About twelve years I’d say” Garret responded as my dad nodded. “Oh cool, so was that woman with you last night your girlfriend” I asked trying to see what my dad had been doing last night. “Oh Christi no she just some slut that I own, like your father” he responded casually “Huh” I asked unsure of what I just heard “Oh right your father still hasn’t told you, he’s my faggot slave, strip slut and show your son what you are” he said to my dad “Yes master” my dad said standing up. As he began taking his clothes off I realized not only did he have massive nipple ring, but he also had a tattoo on his shaved crotch that said “property of Master Garret” with a lock under it. Under the tattoo was another shock as I saw my father was wearing a chastity cage. “See he’s totally obedient, he even is totally fine with me making you into one of my slaves, in fact he loves the idea don’t you faggot” “Yes master please own my son and give him your toxic seed like you did to me and his mother” my dad said What the fuck did my mom have to do with this, she died in a car accident 6 years ago.

I went out on Monday night around town, starting out slowly as I wanted to pace myself, as this was the first time I’d experienced a true 24-hour drinking session since the law was passed here in the UK. I was wearing a pair of stone washed jeans, a blue and white vertically striped shirt which being a medium, showed off my rather thick set upper body quite nicely, and a pair of brown leather loathers. I was freshly shaven, skin silky smooth, and my hair was number 2 cropped. If I may say so, I looked hot. The night started in Mardi Gras, where there was a cabaret show, followed by a strip show. After this, we went across the road to a bar known as trades. It’s a private members bar which I had joined only the previous night. As you walk in there’s a toilet on the left (which is used as a toilet), and the room then opens up to this great big cavernous bar. The long, billeted aluminium bar is on the left, and runs the length of the place. Inside the bar itself are TVs playing porn so you can keep aroused whilst waiting for a beer. There’s a cage in the middle of the dance floor where twinks porn stars do everything you want. As I walked in they were barebacking each other, which got me mega hot. This was a private bar, for men to do their things. The whole place is dark, with flashing lights, and dry ice... giving a nice atmosphere to it. After a while of drinking, perving at other guys, I decided to go to the other toilets, these ones are renowned for sleaze. In here, I sucked a few guys off, bent over the toilet and took one load in me from a guy who I didn't especially like, but I was horny and…well, yeah. The night continued in this fashion, drink, flirt, toilet, fuck, drink, flirt, toilet, fuck. At about 3:00 A.M. I’d had enough and wanted a change of scenery. We headed back to the Trades Hotel which had a bar which stayed open as long as it was profitable to do so. We carried on drinking here, and the bar filled up as other residents and drinkers came to the place as other venues in town shut down. By about 5:00 A.M. it was packed. Now, Trades Hotel is a cheap men’s hotel. It is renowned for what happens in the corridors in the wee hours of the morning. One of my last memories is walking the corridors, trying people’s doors (as is the recognised practise for getting laid at Trades), when I passed this guy. Without even thinking about it… I blurted-out "Do you know where I can get some spunk in my hole?” He nodded for me to follow, which I did. I have very vague memories of dropping my pants in his room, taking a huge hit of poppers, spreading my legs and him ramming his cock deep into me without any lube. I think this was around 5:20 A.M. The next memory I have is coming to my senses, in the doggy position, with a horrible head ache, spread-eagle on the bed, a guy ramming his cock into my hole. I looked out the window, it was sunny, the sky was blue, the birds were singing. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 8:45 A.M.! SHIT! What had happened? Then I came aware of the state of my hole. It was so sloppy, sticky, and sore, obviously not from one guy. I groaned, and guy fucking me stopped. I looked at him, and he was kinda hot, about 5’11” tall, quite thick set, decent pecs, flat stomach, big arms and a demonic sort of grin and stare. I guess I made a good decision. He pulled out of me and we chatted for a while. I told him I had no recollection at all of what happened. He just smirked and looked at a glass of what looked like cola on the side table. Now, I never drink cola, not even with vodka, so I know I hadn’t ordered it. Then he asked me “So you don’t remember being the hotel whore?” I didn’t, I didn’t remember a thing. I’m guessing that in my very drunken stupor the guy had gotten me to drink this cola, which must have had something in it? We exchanged telephone numbers, I made my excuses, stood up and left, spunk pouring out of my hole with each step I took. Man, I’d been abused BIG time. In the car on the way home later that day, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what the night's activities as my mate drove us back to Yorkshire. Vague memories kept flashing back to me, but I’m unable to tell if they’re memories or fantasies. I dropped the guy a text and asked what exactly had happened. He just replied that he’d kept the door open after he’d fucked me a few times, and gone back to the bar and told everyone there that there was a guy off his head taking all loads, and gave out the room number! Apparently, at one stage I was begging for a poz load. Whether I got it or not he wouldn’t say, and I sure as hell can’t remember. God knows how many fucked me that night, but it’s safe to say I don’t remember any of them… but suddenly, all the “hello’s” and other greetings I’d got as I left the hotel only a few hours earlier made sense…. They’d probably all dumped a load or two in me. There was young guys to filthy old men at the Trades - some guys who were very appealing, and some I wouldn’t dream of fucking with - skinny, fat… you name it, they were there. I’ve fantasized about doing something like that for ages, but I never expected to actually ever go through with it. Common sense always seemed to kick in… but I must say… now I’ve done it (albeit, not corpus mentis), I fucking love it! Definitely be doing it again… who knows, next time hopefully it’ll be in a sling!!

Chapter 2 – The Party Continues In Chapter 1, I tell about a gift our friend, Gary, gave to me and my husband for our 10th anniversary. It was a fisting weekend, with no holds barred. We’ve both fisted and been fisted and are spun out now. So, happy, spun, and horny, we all ventured out into the night. Now, we saw that some guys had set up slings in the yard area around the pool. These weren’t put up by the guesthouse but were slings that guys had brought with them. It’s a nice idea because it lets you stake a spot without contending with other guys. One of the guys caught my eye. Tall, thin, bearded, and handsome, he was waving a dildo as a lure. It worked for me. I walked over to him and asked if he wanted to fist me. His answer was, “Fuck, yeah!”. So, I got in the sling, and he started to work over my hole, Between the T that we had smoked and the overall crazy sexy vibe, I was in heaven. He lubed up and was inside me in seconds. My ass was still open from earlier, and he must have expected that. This guy knew how to fist! He would twist his hand, flex his fingers, caress my inner walls, and more. Poppers had me flying with excitement and opening my ass wide for his hand. He tried to double-fist me, but we couldn’t make that work. Meanwhile, Jake had been spotted by another guy and was taking his fist. Gary was getting a chariot ride with another guy, totally ignoring the sling. I caught Jake’s eye and gave him a smile. He responded in kind. This being a party of gay men, you know it’s going to go on for a long time. During the first night, I was fisted by seven guys and fed my fist to six. Jake told me that his tally was eight times being fisted and six times fisting. All in all, a good night was had by all. We crashed around 5 AM. Luckily, nothing was going on before lunch so that we could get some sleep. The weather the next day was beautiful. Guys were out by the pool, taking full advantage of the “clothing optional” rule. It was great to see some of the guys that we had played with last night and find out a little more about them. We swapped stories and got caught up on the plans for the afternoon. It was planned to be a pool party, and we were all ready for action. Once again, slings were set up along the pool, but these were the ones from the guesthouse. As an extra touch to the other arrangements, they added a bottle of poppers to each table. Guys were mostly just hanging out, drinking, talking, and fondling each other. I recommended Steve to Jake, who suggested I look for one of the guys he played with yesterday, but he didn’t know his name. We were all looking for the guy that we wanted to fist us and that we wanted to fist. Some guys were dedicated tops or bottoms, but most were versatile. Pretty soon, the slings started filling up. It’s a lot of fun to have sex outdoors, and doing fisting outdoors is even better. As I looked around, I saw a lot of happy guys, either fisting or being fisted. The party had definitely begun, and you could smell the chems in the air as you walked around. We had smoked before coming to the pool and were well spun. Gary partnered off with a young guy who wanted him to fist him. Meanwhile, Jake was homing in on a guy for his play session. I was asked by an older man if we could play, and I readily agreed. He had on a leather jock and harness, capped by a leather hat. He was in great shape and had a nice ass. His name was Fritz, and he wanted me in the sling first. All right with me. He started off slowly, but it turned out that he was a rather rough fister. He liked to expand his hand while it was inside me, sometimes to the point of pain. When I said something to him, he said I needed to get used to the sensation. After a relatively brief fisting session, I asked for a toy to be used on me, and he agreed. This was much better. He was able to plunge it in and out of my hole and could twist and shake it while it was inside me. I suggested that we switch positions. Fritz was in the sling and ready to go, His ass was lightly hairy, and he had a tight hole. I worked my fingers in slowly to open him up, then shoved in my fist. He gasped when it went in but accepted it quickly. I gave him an excellent hole stretch and got in pretty deep before he tapped out. It was an OK session, but I wanted something more. I left Fritz and started scoping out the crowd. I saw a guy that looked promising fisting another guy. If this was the end of their session, I might be in luck. He was around my age, attractive, hairy, and well-tanned. I kind of walked around and kept checking them out. When I saw that they were done, I made my move. “Hi. I think you’re really hot. Want to play?” He said yes, so we found an open sling. It had a great view of Gary getting fisted hard by an older guy. For him, variety truly is the spice of life. Before I got in the sling, he introduced himself as Alex. I also introduced myself. He helped me get situated in the sling and started working my hole. He leaned in and said, “Have you ever done a booty bump?” I had, and I liked it, so I told him yes. He took out a bag and lifted out a good-sized shard. “We’ll have to wait a little bit to let this dissolve before I fist you. Is that OK?”. Yep! Alex shoved the shard in my hole, and I could feel the burning almost immediately. Of course, I also felt it taking effect on me. We gave it some time, sucking each other dicks and making out. Once we decided that the shard had melted, Alex started fisting me, He really knew what he was doing, and he had my hole singing quite quickly. He worked on both depth and width and had great, well-skilled hands for the job. He really liked it when I would take a hit of poppers and ride his wrist. He’d stand there supporting his arm, and I would work that limb in and out of my ass. Turnabout is fair play, so it was time for Alex to get his ass filled. But first, a shard for him, too. I inserted it, and we again gave it time to melt. While waiting, we fondled each other and chatted about our lives. It was nice to get to know him, especially since we lived close to one another. Alex got in the sling and looked great with his ass spread for the taking. I wanted to give him as good an experience as he gave me. I entered his ass pretty quickly (we’d all been fisted a lot already) and really worked over his hole. He liked taking a hit of poppers and having me hold my knuckles at his hole, stretching it out. I’d twist my hand around so that different areas got different stretches and he really liked that. Once we were done, I ended up being fisted by nine guys and fed my fist to eight. Jake told me that his tally was eight times fisted and ten times fisting. Gary had lost count. We packed up our meager attire and headed home with stories to tell our friends in the know. The best part of the whole weekend, besides the fact that I got to spend it with my husband, was that Alex became a friend and a regular fisting buddy. Now, we all get to enjoy his skills.

It's not the size or your dick, it's what you do with it that interests me. I've been fucked by guys with less than average size cocks and they have reached parts other cocks haven't. Size isn't everything.

At the sauna , on all 4s taking all cummers

I met a very wasted older guy a few years ago. Extremely gaunt face, not attractive at all. Holding him was like holding a skeleton.He looked so sick he should have been in a hospice ward.I was so turned on !!! I wasn't on prep yet. He rimmed my ass and wanted to breed me. I really wanted him to. He told me he was 100% std free. He was not. I didn't want hiv. So I told him as soon as I was got my prep prescription from my doctor, in about a month from then, I would come back and he could breed me. I'd swallow his loads and rim his ass. His ass was very saggy and extremely wasted. I really wanted my tongue in his hole. But he said he had to fuck me now or I couldn't come back. I left. I wrote to him many times after begging for him to breed me, but he said no. And I'm not the type of guy who ever begs. I really don't want hiv. But still kind of wish i'd let him breed me. But i would probably be positive now, if i had. I know after one fuck, i would have been there all the time taking loads from him. I just wish he'd have let me come back. I'm on prep now and love getting bred by aids wasting men. But they are very hard to find. Im very turned on by ugly old trolls and younger fat trolls too. Makes me want to find an ugly, gross, overweight, disgusting troll who's bad at sex and let him use my mouth and ass as he likes. Let him fumble around with me and use me like a piece of meat. Completely take advantage of me with only his pleasure in mind. And after I cum, because im so turned by letting this disgusting troll take advantage of me, I let him continue to use me even though I've cum and am not in the mood anymore. And let his other disgusting friends use me too. I'm not into guys with bad hygiene, but otherwise, gross trolls and wasted emaciated can have my negative ass whenever they like. I love old grandpa types too. I've never been in a darkroom but I plan to try it out soon. In Montreal we have gay saunas with darkrooms.I hope it will be filled with mostly very old men and trolls. I want every guy inside to breed me. I think I'll wait outside and wait for the most wasted aids types and old men and trolls to go in, then i'll follow. I hope to leave that room with loads dripping out of my hole.

Woke up feeling extremely horny on Sunday morning, definitely needing to get some cock. Decided I was going to head into the boiler house sauna in Dublin so cleaned out, showered and headed into town. Arrived at the sauna around 12:30, paid the entrance fee and headed inside, changed in the locker room and headed upstairs. There were a nice number and type of guys already walking about including a few hot daddy types that I definitely liked the look of. I grabbed a quick shower to make sure I was as fresh as possible lubed up my ass and headed into the steam room. I’d never seen it so busy there was at least 10 guys in there. I had my towel over my shoulder as I leaned against the wall eyes closed taking in the heat. It wasn’t long before I felt a hand start to play with my cock. Soon the hand had reached behind and started to finger my ass. A bottle of poppers was held to my nose, I inhaled deep in both nostrils and let the rush wash over me. The 1 finger was replaced with 2 then 3 fingers and I was given the bottle again this time inhaling deep about 3 or 4 times. I was putty in the guys hands as he pushed me forward and bent me over the bench in the steam room the fingers were taken out and my hole felt so empty. I needed something more. I didn’t need to wait long as soon I felt a cock teasing my hole. Normally at this point in a sauna I reach for the condoms as I generally play safe in a sauna type setting but today the thought never entered my head. I was horny, high from the poppers and totally lost in the attention my hole was now receiving. The teasing went on for another bit as I took more hits of poppers, as the rush hit I pushed back onto his bare cock taking him deep inside. He started to fuck me firmly and steadily and as he did a cock was presented to my mouth which I proceeded to greedily devour. I was lost in a cock-bliss but still aware of the audience. The guy fucking me gradually increased his pace and after a few frenzied seconds of slamming my ass he moaned loudly and came hard pumping a load inside me. I continued to suck the cock in my mouth and soon I was rewarded with a mouthful of tasty cum which I happily swallowed. The guy pulled his cock from my ass and leaned over, whispered in my ear enjoy my babies slut, he turned and left the steam room. Instantly I wondered does that mean what I think it does - did I just take a poz load. I didn’t have time to dwell on it as no sooner had he gone that another replaced it. I hadn’t planned on taking loads and certainly not multiple loads but I couldn’t help myself, another few hits from the popper bottle under my nose and I was lost in a world of pleasure. In the end I swallowed 3 loads and took at least three in my ass and had a couple more shot on my back, maybe they were pox loads, maybe they weren’t but fuck I loved being the centre of attention. After I got home that evening I did freak out a little but soon after resigned myself to what will he will be. My next test results will let me know.

I've been doing it with this guy Brian for a while and had a hot experience with him at the weekend. He's a pretty big guy, about 6', slim, kinda hairy and has one of the best beards I've seen. Thick, dark, soft and a bit wavy. I've had a lot of fun kissing him and running my fingers through his beard. We mostly meet when his truck route takes him through my area. He's a bit of a odd guy, he's not much good for talking and he's always been shy about getting his clothes off for some reason. He doesn't mind being touched, grab his butt, even pull his t-shirt up a bit and play with his treasure trail, no problem, but until the weekend I'd never seem him fully naked and he'd always been pretty clear his dick was a hands off place. He'd move my hand if I got near it. I've always wanted him naked though, he's a sexy lean otter and totally my type. Usually we hang out a while kissing then he'll blow me until he's got a big load in his beard and then we're done. Sometimes he wants to be fucked though. It's always kind of down to business when we do that, he just pulls his jeans and boxers down a bit to expose his hairy butt and lie face down, or on his back with his legs up for me to enter him. I like getting intimate usually, kissing and stuff when fucking, but he just wants to lie there and take it. He's got a super fuckable butt though, and he moans and grunts a lot. Never asked for a condom, takes it as hard and as long as I want, and is cool with me shooting in him. So I can't complain. Sometimes he shoots a load in his boxers too, I can feel that familiar clenching in his hole and he's making the noises. I wonder how many other guys he's letting fuck him. On Friday, I told him he's a sexy guy and if he ever wants it's cool to top me, and I tell him how I'd like to make him cum too. After a while he says guys never want him on top because he's small. Eventually he gets it out and he's about 2.5" hard. Big nuts though. He says that other guys just ignore it mostly and never want to bottom for him, he's never topped. Took some convincing but it was about time he got in a guy's butt. I expected to have fun, he's a hot guy and I've got a pretty sensitive hole. Having the entrance teased with a dick feels great. But I had way more fun than I expected when Brian did it. He was rock hard and when he was pumping at my hole he was bumping and teasing it great, just dipping the tip of his dick in and out and leaking precum. A few times when I was really getting in to it and forgetting I pushed my hips up and expected to feel him enter me fully. Thing is, I loved being that dick hungry with him teasing my hole and never getting completely filled. He teased the hell out of my hole. He eventually cum with his tip pushed just inside me. I was relaxed and open so his shots went deep. I really felt the hot pulses of cum entering me and filling me. No prostate orgasms, but I definitely felt something happening with it when his hot cum filled me up. So, I'm wondering, do other guys ever bottom with small tops, and what does it feel like for them?

What little fucking that happens in Pacific Northwest US and Western Canada gay sex venues is mostly raw, the problem is there is a lot less sex at gay sex venues in this region than the other parts of the US and Canada that I'm familiar with. There is a large gay population, by percentage higher than anywhere else, but for whatever reason seems to focus less on casual sex and more on monagomous relationships, as well predilection towards oral only and non-penetrative activities. They love kinks, fetishes and telling everyone how open and accepting they are.

This beautiful skinny black guy and I locked eyes in the Clubhouse II. I approached him, he reached and fingered my asshole. I followed him to his room, we picked another bottom on the way there. I don't think I ever heard his voice except when he kicked the other guy out of the room for being too anxious and when he ask me if I wanted his phone number . . .

Just one chapter this time. Fiction. ------- I'm Jay. Not many people know I'm gay - well, actually I don't think anyone knows I'm gay. I'm 18 and in my fourth year of senior highschool and maybe people see me as a bit geeky since I am playing in the school band. Also, since I'm a mix of Dutch and Indonesian, I have the genes that make my skin a bit darker, and I am not so tall, and I have a swimmer's build. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I see myself and I don't know if I like it. I think I'm too thin, but yeah, my muscles are well defined anyway. "Jay, we're going on a tour!" - That's Fred. His real name is Fredericius, so we all call him Fred. He's a tall, but also big guy. And not big in muscles. He's got a big ass, a belly, and a bit of a round, smiling face and a mop of reddish hair up top. He's always friendly to people. He's also my total crush. Yeah, look, I'm into big guys. Belly, ass, tits... Not really bears, per se, I rather love smooth big guys. And from after our PT classes in the showers, I know Fred is smooth, has some freckles all over his body, big nipples, and a lovely quite big dick with red pubic hair. I've wanked my cock raw thinking about him, sucking his cock and tits... him fucking me into a mattress. Oh yeah, I forgot, I'm not only gay, but I'm also the utmost bottom, I love getting fucked raw by hot cocks. I've been crushing on Fred for the past three years, from the moment I saw him in the band. He's on the bass drum, and I'm playing trombone. I'm usually right behind him in the marching order, and I get to see his ass all the time, which in the quite tight band uniform is a bloody distraction. All I can think of, and have been able to think of is how it's going to feel eating that ass... him sitting on top of me... but I digress. "Oh, we are? Where are we going?" He shows me the email on his phone. OK, so bus tour to a few cities around here in Europe. Cool. The email states that unfortunately we'll all have to share rooms, due to the cost. And at a point it'll be a youth hostel dormitory. Great. --- We've been bussing around now for a couple of days. This night we have the luxury of a hotel, and our band master is handing out the keys and pairing people up. He gives Fred a key and says "Fred and Jay". My heart jumps. Fred looks at me and smiles, saying "Let's go up". We enter our room and ... it's small. A typical small hotel room with - a single double bed. My face goes tomato red immediately. "Well" says Fred, at least it'll be cozy" chuckling a bit nervously. I have prepared for this. In fact, I have actually found some G that I've put in my special water bottle, so I can get over my inhibition and maybe invite him to at least a suck off. I put it up on the dresser and we go for dinner, coming back after a couple of hours, quite tired. He undresses right in front of me, as he has done so many times before in PT class. I... try not to look at him. Seeing him in his boxers... his hot big body in front of me... Fuck. My dick is getting hard! I rush into the bathroom and try to think of whatever while I brush my teeth. Dick goes down after a little while, thank god, and now it fits in my quite small briefs. When I get out, a few minutes later, Fred says "I hope you don't mind, I finished the water you had. What was it, vitamin water? It tasted a bit off" I just looked at him with big eyes. "You drank it all?" "Yeah, sorry, I'll buy some for you tomorrow". Oh, shit... wow. I'm sort of getting hard again and a bit worried over how much he got. But he's a big guy... He looks at me a bit funny, but goes in to brush his teeth, and I slip under the cover of the bed. When he comes out again, he comes straight to bed, and says "Whoa, I'm a bit more tired than I thought", shuts the light off and lies down on the bed and falls promptly asleep. All I can think of now, is him being in the same bed as I am. I am now getting horribly hard. My cock is fucking poking out of my briefs, and it's also pumping pre-cum like crazy. And I'm not even touching it... I look over at Fred, he's on his back, snoring very lightly. I admire his body, his sweet, smooth, chunky body. Slowly, I get out from under the cover. I can always pretend I'm going to the bathroom. I inch forward to him, and let my hand slowly rest on his thigh. Breathing doesn't change, and I get a bit bolder. What the hell am I doing... but now I'm sort of committed. I lean over his torso and hover over his right tit. His lovely big nipple right there, just a centimeter under my lips... and I lower my mouth on it. Holy shit... holy shit... my tongue slowly whirls around that nipple, and I kiss it. It's almost enough to make me cum. He moves slightly, but doesn't wake up - how the hell would I explain that... OK, I now slowly move down along his lovely belly. On his back, it's not that big, but it's smooth and I can't resist caressing it. Now then... what to do next? He's got "old-fashioned" boxers, with a slit for the cock. My fingers gingerly move apart the cloth to reveal his dick, and I think I told you already, it's quite big. But right now, it's resting, and I caress the little shaft, from foreskin down to the base. I listen intensely for his breathing to change, but nothing happens. He's sleeping very deeply thanks to the G. I move over to his dick, smelling a bit of his body, a little bit of sweat, a little bit of pee... my cock is so rock hard now and positively leaking of precum. I can feel the smell of myself, although a lot of it is soaked up by my briefs. I go closer and sniff his cock and crotch... and, finally, I lick his cock. I start off with small licks. A little bit around the base, then up the shaft to his foreskin. I allow myself to nibble a little bit with my lips. I can feel it getting harder. His breathing doesn't change though, and I am confident now, he'll be sleeping soundly. I use my hands to raise his half-hard cock and then I open my mouth and let my lips slide over his cock head, covered with foreskin. A bit of salty taste to his cock... I can now feel it growing in my mouth. And growing... and growing... It's glorious. I love this cock. His cockhead pokes out of the foreskin, and I can now wrap my tongue around it. I'm not moving at all. I am so still - but my mouth is sucking Fred, at last. I use two fingers to make his cock stand up and then I take as much as I can in my mouth. I start to suck him very slowly. It's incredible. It doesn't take long. He cums with a hard spurt of semen, and I swallow as much as I can, trying NOT to move around while doing it. Finally he's spent, and I slowly lick up the rest of it. Now I am moving - I'm going to the bathroom. And in the bathroom I pull out my precum-wet hard cock, and I jerk off like a madman. It takes all of 30 seconds to cum as I've never cum before. I'm so fucking horny for my chubby band-mate!!! After drying myself off I go back to bed, and we don't wake up until morning. And when I wake up, I find myself spooned by Fred, holding me like his little pillow and snuffling into my neck. He's also got a raging hardon, which I can feel although there's a cover between us. I stir a little, although I'd love to stay like this forever. "Jesus!" I hear him say while moving away. "Jay, I'm so sorry, I'm not sure what happened" - he actually looks a bit embarrassed. "It's OK Fred, it's actually quite nice" I said. The rest of the trip was uneventful, except for me beating my cock raw again, now that I'd had a taste of him. I wanted more of that. And there was more to come. ----- A few weeks later, it's time for the third year ball for us graduating school. That ball is held in a castle in the countryside, by a lake, far enough from town as to not bother anyone while we're partying all night long, and it also has hotel rooms for us to rent so we don't have to try to get back home in the middle of the night. Of course, I'm attending, but of course, I dont't want a date with a girl. So I just rent a room anyway. Talking to Fred, I quickly understand he isn't going to attend the ball. When I ask him, he says "Well, none of the girls I've asked wanted to go with me" and he looks a bit down. "Fucking hell, Fred, it's their loss! Besides, I'm going alone, why don't we go alone, together?" "Yeah, but I can't afford the room, and I think all of them are rented out now". "Fred, I've got a room, and it's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before" I say, before catching myself. He smiles brightly, then chuckles as he always does, and says "That's true though. Not to mention the spooning". My heart thumps a bit harder in my chest and I think of me sucking his cock while was sleeping. "Hang on, I'll be back" I say, rush to the bathroom and take my cock out to jerk it quickly... I need to cum, now!" I sit on the toilet bowl, spurting my cum into the water. I don't even bother to wipe the rest off, I just tuck my cock into my briefs and then go back to class. The night of the ball, I have prepared properly. Now that I know he's sleeping with me (well, he thinks it'll be "sleeping") I have brought some stuff to help me. Lube... check. Poppers... check. (I've bought it just for this). Jockstraps to wear under the suit - check. Finally, I've actually bought a couple of joints that I have in my suit pocket. I need that so I can get a bit of courage trying to seduce Fred. The ball is winding down in the wee hours of the morning. I've had fun, lots of laughs and got a bit drunk (not too much) and Fred, too is tipsy. Not "vomit-my-head-drunk", but happy, chatty and very cuddly. Yeah, you heard it right. With a bit of alcohol, that guy sat next to me, had his hands around my shoulders, and at a point even planting a big kiss on my head, saying "Thank you for taking me here", although he'd paid hes own dues. I sit outside the castle on a big rock down towards the lake, and I bring up my joint, light it and then puff on it. It feels good and I relax. In the hot summer night, I take off my jacket and tie, and open up my shirt three buttons down, feeling the air on my chest. I don't know for how long I sit there, smoking my joint, but I'm not quite half-way on it, when I hear a voice behind me. "Jay, my man, I've been looking for you" Fred says, carefully heading down the slope towards me. "They're closing down now, what are you doing out here all by yourself?" He sits down next to me... very close... and then he notices the joint. "Oh, wow, can I try? I've never done it before" "Here, take this one" I give him the other joint from my jacket pocket, and I light it up for him. He drags the joint and immediately has a coughing fit. I smile, and dunk him on his back. "Take it easy, Fred..." And then I teach him how to smoke it. He's a fast learner. I finish my joint, but he still has a lot left. He smiles a bit towards me and hands it over. "You can finish this one too" He says, a bit blurry around the edges now... LOL, both alcohol and marijuana, well... I suck on it a couple of drags, and give it back. He takes a couple of drags too. I look at him and then I plunge out into the unknown. "You know, there's another way of sharing..." He looks at me and asks "Oh, what's that?" "Ok, open your mouth". I get closer to his face, take a drag on the joint, and then go really really close, our lips almost meet, but careful not to. "Inhale" I say. As he does so, I exhale. The smoke goes directly from my lungs into his. He smiles and says "Oooohhh.... again?" I inhale, keep it in, go close to exhale... and he comes close to inhale... and our lips meet. I exhale right into his mouth as he's inhaling - but then he doesn't move off. He stays, lips together and he moves his hand up and holds my neck while he deepens the kiss. "Again.. " he says after a while. I can see lust in his eyes, but I think it's mostly the MJ "talking". I take another hit from the joint and we share it. His hand moves from my neck down to my chest, finds its way inside my shirt on my bare skin. He's caressing my chest while we kiss. We finish off the joint together with a lot of kissing. I'm hard as hell in my jockstraps. And wet. I can't resist, so I put my hand over his crotch and feel his big hard dick under his trousers. "MMMmmmm..." he says in my mouth. I feel his cock, kneading it through the fabric. He leans back a bit, and then opens up his fly. Slowly. And the reason is... he's not wearing anything under!!! His cock plops up from within his trousers, and he holds it in his hand, jerking it a bit. This, I can't resist. I lean down to his lap. Again, I open my mouth wide, and swallow his cock - as much as I can. I hear him moan and sigh happily. He puts his hand on my head, pushing me a bit down on his cock. "Yeah, man.... suck me" I look up and I see his lustful face looking back at me, now bobbing up and down on his shaft. I use my hand to pull his foreskin down, that's covering his cockhead even in full hardon - as I did last time 😉 but now I can enjoy a bit more ... vigorously. I suck him, oh do I suck him. And, of course, it doesn't take that long, he pants "I'm gonna cum" and I go down all the way, feeling his cock down my throat unleashing his volcano load of cum. And I swallow. Some of it comes out through my lips on his shaft, and I lick it up. He lifts me up and kisses my cum-wet lips. "Mmmmmmm fuck you taste good" he says. "Well, actually, it's you that tastes this good". He chuckles again, and I think I'm in love. "Let's go to the room" he nods towards the hotel wing. He grabs my hand with one of his hands, he tucks his cock in with the other, I grab my jacket and up we go. I open up the hotel room and walk inside, him right behind me. He grabs my hips and stops me in the little hallway, bends down a bit and kisses my neck. "You really have a lovely neck" he says. I turn around and we share a deep kiss again, shedding off our suits, and going towards the bed. My cock is rock hard again, in my jockstraps, and a big wet spot on the front. His cock is hard, too, but he's naked now. I stand before him, reaching his shoulders, but I know what I want. His hands are roaming over my back, down to my ass, feeling the cheeks, parting them, and opening up my crack. We kiss, I feel his hard cock agains my belly, and I just bend my head a little to reach his wonderful big nipples. Starting on the right, kissing, licking and nibbling on the nipple... grabbing his tit and using my mouth to suckle on it like a baby. He's moaning and doesn't really know what to do with himself. "Shhiiiiiiittt babe," he says (Babe?!?! 😄 ) "whooooaaa.. that's so far out, I love that!!!" "MMMMMm" I hum on his tit. I let go, and I confess: "Freddie... I've wanted to do this for such a long time". Then I kneel in front of him, taking his hard cock in my mouth again. I suck him for half a minute, then turn my attention to his balls, lovely hanging big balls to go with that big cock. I smell his body smell in his crotch, lick and suck his balls, all the while he's moaning and grabbing his cock. I grab the poppers from my bag. He looks at me curiously while I open the little brown bottle and then inhale deeply in each nostril. I do it a couple of times and then I offer it to him. He takes the bottle and mimics me. "whoa, what is that" he asks, as the poppers goes to his head. "It's poppers" I say. I take back the bottle, and put the cap on. Then I move over to the bed and lie down, dragging him on top of me. The big guy is so self-conscious. I love for his big body to almost crush me under him. I pull him closer and push his knees away so he lies on top of me. His cock slides in between my legs, and I spread them and put them around his thicc ass. His cockhead finds my hole and I open up ever so slightly, to just let him know. He pushes himself off and looks into my eyes. I look back and tell him "I want you". I've waited for so long, and now I've got his cock right on the verge to peneterate me. "Fuck me, Freddie... push it in now". Lube or no lube, I need that cock in me. I want it NOW. I don't have time to stop and get it. I lick my fingers and reach down to wet it. I repeat it while he's watching me. I also wet his cock slightly. Then use my hand to guide him to my hole. His cock slowly pushes inside me. It's really tight... his cock is so fucking big. Fortunately it's "torpedo-shaped", so his cockhead isn't bigger than the shaft. I nod to him, looking at his asking eyes, and he pushes all the way to the bottom. I gasp a bit. He stills, until he thinks I've gotten used to his big tool in my cute boy hole. I push my legs further up so he gets in properly all the way. My feet are on his ass and I use them as if I'm urging a horse to walk. He starts fucking me. It's a bit slow, a bit clumsy at first. I have the poppers and I open the bottle and he stops while I take some deep poppers hits. He does the same and waits while I close the lid, and then starts fucking me hard. OH MY GOD, it's just the way I've dreamed it. It doesn't last. It's just a couple of minutes. But then he cums inside me and I can feel his cock jerking when the load exits his cock. He's still hard, though. He keeps on fucking me just a bit. Then he moves his cock out and my hole doesn't close really that fast so the cum is leaking out of me. What he does next is mind boggling - I thought he was this shy chubby boy... but he goes down on me, he lifts my legs up, knees towards my chest, and then dives in with his face on my hole. He licks it, eats his own cum, and makes me oh so horny! Then his tongue moves up towards my balls, he moves the wet jockstrap out of the way and takes each ball in his mouth, and then finally both. He tugs on my ball sack, making my hard cock dance on my stomack, leaving streaks of precum. He licks my belly, and then my shaft and then he swallows my cock. Man, his soft mouth is so good. I use some more of the poppers, and then he takes some, too. He moves expertly up and down my cock, tugging on my balls, and oooohhhhh.... pushing a finger inside me... ohh.. deep inside me? Then he presses forward with his finger and I feel a surge coming from deep inside me, feet tingling and then I CUM HARD!!! I give him my sperm, right into his mouth, but he's a better cock sucker than I am, and he swallows every. single. drop of it. Yes! So fucking hot, the man of my dreams is drinking my cum. He comes up to me, smiling. "Did you like it?" He asks. I'm a bit overwhelmed, I nod. I nod, and pull him against me. "I've waited so long for this, Freddie... you don't even know." "Well," he smiles at me, "waiting time is over, obviously". He's on top of me again. I can feel his hard cock. Still hard. My cock is soft now, as it is when I cum. "Turn around, on all four" he says. I put my head on the pillow, ass in the air. "Ohhhh.... so nice," he practically purrs. Then I feel his mouth on my hole again. He plays with my cock and balls with his hand, while he's sucking on my hole. Yes, you heard right. Sucking. And nibbling, and licking with broad wet tongue. He grabs the poppers and opens the bottle, taking a few deep hits, and then he gives me the open bottle, making me do the same again. Then he grabs my hips and pulls me agains him, and I feel his cock just simply gliding inside my hole. "Babe," he says, "you're so fucking hot... I need to fuck you now, you OK with that?" My fact is in the pillow, but I scream "YEEESSS" into it. He now unleashes his demon cock!!! Oh, my god, how he fucks me. My own dick is flopping around, and I just take hit after hit with the poppers. He slows down when I have the bottle to my nose, but then picks up the pace when I'm done. "Fucking hell Jay, I'm gonna give you my load again" He shouts in the room. "Fucking breed me, Freddie, I want your babies in me" I shout in the pillow. I hear him groan and then feel the stream inside me. How much cum does the man have!!!! He fucks it in real deep, but of course it's leaking out with his shaft. He keeps on fucking me while telling me how much he loves fucking me. Loves loading me. Loves me. He falls down on top of me, his cock still inside me, but I can feel now, that he's going softer. He crushes me down with his big body, big belly, big ass, big legs. And I love it so much. Love his cock in me. Love his load in me. Love him. We just stay like that for a long while. His cock slips out of me. We're wet of cum and sweat. Morning birds are chirping outside the window. But we don't care. We fall asleep and he holds me in his arms all morning.

I agree with your assessment but some people get off on cheating. So even open relationships are too restrictive for them.

Not interested in the bottoms dick , so not an issue

You are playing with fire and your life unless you know how to carry your positive status with grace. My honest suggestion is don't do it. Use Prep if you want to be liberated sexually and still bareback. Try DoxyPep for STD prevention. When medical science has made so much progress to slowly liberate the gay community from the AiDS scare of the 80s why not make the best use of these miracles. What's the logic in taking a pill afterwards when you can take a pill before and save yourself from other complications. Such decisions are made through the brain and nor dick.

A guy who gets on his knees, arches his back and doesn’t squirm or try to pull away.

Live in a small rural town outside Toronto. Finding a hard cock in this sleepy town is like finding water in the desert. However last night when I was leaving the gym I got a message from a 23 yr old young fit guy with 8in thick veiny cock that he wanted to fuck my ass. Went to his house. Fucked me doggy and gave me his first load. Since I was still beating myself the ass muscles clamped on his cock getting him hard again. Fucked a second load in me and by the time I had come he went for a third one and this time my favorite position in missionary. When he was walking me out I saw a picture of him with an older gentleman. Upon asking who the person is he said that he is his father. Of course I didn't tell him but his father had fucked me a few times last summer outdoors. Now I have his son's load in me as well. Left his place so full and so satisfied that my ass is still gaping from his love making. World is full of coincidences and wish I can take both father and son together once.

Since you said dick here's mine.

If there's one thing I know for sure, it is that I am a pig for big black dick. It doesn't matter, if a black man shows interest, I must serve him. It always was a fantasy of mine but being with a racist white guy who T had convinced that black men were coming to steal me from him only pushed me closer to being a pussy for black dick. The constant accusations and absurd assumptions. It made my hunger for black dick stronger. So one day, after deciding to take a chance, I logged on to one of the apps and hit up all the dark meat. I was completely blown away by the BBC man who hit me back. He almost boasted his profile picture, his enormous meat, thick and juicy, it had to be at least ten inches in length but the girth is what amazed me. I had to have him. It was about this time that my other half and I were finding ourselves in another argument. I made him leave and then had Mandingo man come by. I was feeling less than confident that I'd be able to take him so I loaded a quick point, and dropped the payload. Within minutes he was coming up to my backdoor and I was sneaking him inside. He immediately got into the heat my fuckhole was giving off and said damn this pussy is mine. With less effort than getting there, he quickly lodged all ten inches inside me and began to fuck me in a fast hard rhythm. Part 2 coming soon...

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

Been chatting with this guy for some time on Grindr. About several different fetishes that we have and things. He wanted to meet so I sent him the general location and he drove out to the area and I saw the distance get shorter and shorter and shorter he actually tracked me down and stalked me to my apartment. I was not going give him my address yet, but he was literally outside my door and I gave him the apartment number. This is like early in the morning it was still dark out and everything. So I invited him in and he dropped his pants and demanded a blowjob so I gave it to him this morning.

I can do without Claire participating more than she already is. But I CAN'T DO WITHOUT MORE OF THIS STORY! HOT AF!

This just recently happened to me while I was fucking one of my regulars at his place. Another guy - bottom (pretending to be a top) - just showed up wanting to join in while I was there. My regular let him in. Long story short, I took my regular out of rotation and blocked both on Grindr. I don't fool around with local guys who I haven't personally pre-screened. I've realized guys on Grindr can track me to my job or a family member's home and show up uninvited. I now pay for Grindr Unlimited and use Grindr Incognito while I'm home or at work.

That's me in a nutshell, cheating is such an intense rush I can't deny myself the pleasure; best of all is to cheat with another cheater, so that both of us are putting our need for cock and cum above whatever vows or promises we've made to a wife or husband. Particularly love to send a married man home to wifey totally drained, full of new thoughts and eager for more.

Unless one is "in love" with another guy, and thus enjoys plain old kissing him. I can't think of any other reason to kiss a guy that doesn't have a mouth-full of Sperm .... "snowballing" is hottttttt .....

@Turbocs37 I'm glad you're able to keep going and service like you're supposed to.

Being clean and willing to fuck bareback. bottom

@dubpozlad perhaps you simply were unlucky or too "picky" how often I see guys in saunas all over the world running in circles ... they are horny, they are in need of getting laid - they want to share their body BUT FAIL because they check out all those there, as if they were on a marriage market.... one is too fat, one is too short, the next is whatever .... and I see and hear guys who are frustrated by the environment as they leave unfulfilled.... BUT in my view it is their own fault ... OPEN UP !!!! SAUNAS and DARKROOMS or ABS or Sex-cinemas are the perfect places where you know that you can have fun ... because every cock and ass there is available and is looking for the same things - SEX - and all want to feel the thrill of uninhibited fun .... When I am in one of those places I don't look for Prince Charming - I look for cock and uninhibited lust & fun ... I lobe those trolls who are there all the time - I love those sleazy men, who lure in the corner - I will pleasure them all ... may he be short, tall, slim, fat ... as long as he is willing - I AM GAME ... I love the thrill of the unknown - I never ask and never want to know what the other might bring to the table - I simply want their loads ... and @dubpozlad, when you start concentrating on the fun, rather than looks etc - YOU WILL HAVE FUN ... The Boilerhouse in Dublin is a great place and like so many other places, there are better times than others - BUT always worth a visit ....

My favorite story on BZ. I hunger for more. It's been awhile, and I hope and pray that does not mean that the story has been abandoned. Justin and Jeremy deserve at least a few more chapters to deal with the revelation, their incestuous desires, and where they go from here. And their fans deserve a bit more fun from this great story and this terrific storyteller. Please, please, please...!

There is not going to be any significant difference if you take your meds within a three-hour variable window, unless you’re taking a med that must be taken timed around a meal. My first med, Atripla, was like that, and it was a majestic royal pain in the ass. No, your med is not going to work forever, and yes, no matter what you do you will have to change medication eventually. But that’s a good thing, because pharmaceutical companies are constantly working on better, more effective formulations with fewer side effects, and novel approaches. I have been on five different meds since I started, all but one of which has been an improvement over the one before. When my doctor says something better has come along, I’ll try that. In time, if you never ever changed, the Enemy Virus in your system would eventually adapt to the medication, develop resistance, and then it would be useless to you. Imagine that you never, ever changed any of your passwords - eventually some hacker is going to crack them, and you’ll be screwed. You change meds partly for the same reason you change passwords. As to your lifestyle: On this site we primarily discuss a sexually active (if not promiscuous) lifestyle that advocates unprotected intercourse. That lifestyle carries certain inherent health risks that can be reduced, but cannot be eliminated, and some of those unavoidable risks carry potentially serious consequences. Many of us consider the rewards of this lifestyle to be great enough that they are worth even a grave consequence. There is no great reward without great risk. Only you (and not your doctor) can decide whether the value of what the lifestyle would bring you would be worth the potentially serious consequence, and only you can weigh the degree of that risk and decide whether it is tolerable for you. Yes, I got HIV and as a result AIDS very nearly claimed my life. I have to live with the disease now for the rest of my days, and that sucks seriously. But - I am also a veteran of a 34-load gangbang, multiple 20+ load weekends, and have been cunted by now nearly 1,100 men by my count. And so very much more. My sexual life has been colorful and adventurous, and I have lived it. I will at least have little to regret that I did not try.

OK .... OK ... The highlight of Fri night wasn't in my favorite area (the darkroom), it was in the orgy room. Dimly lighted, but you can at least see the guys near you. There are built-in benches (taller than what comes to mind) on the N and S side of the orgy room, with a big round upholstered (vinyl, hopefully) sofa-like thing in the middle. It was jammed, took several minutes just to wriggle my way in, and some guy got up off the bench and I got his place. To my left were guys bent over the bench taking loads. To my right, another guy, who was in process of taking a load. Nice looking, nice body, all of that. Got my Cock out of my jeans, and inched closer to him. Put my hand next to my right leg, his hand a few inches away. Saw him looking at my hard Cock sticking out of my jeans, and his hand moved slightly closer. So, I moved mine as well, and gently stroked his hand. He was making the most inspiring sighs - the most lovely groans - and I wanted some of that, but I wanted the Cock that was fucking him to Breed him first. and I don't really like pushing myself into what is clearly a 2-guy fuck. Other guys sucked my Cock while I was waiting for my chance, maybe 5 or 6 ... and I must say, I've never had a bad (toothy) blowjob over there, but I wanted the guy's ass that was bent over the bench I was sitting on. Eventually he put his hand on mine, all the while making the most beautiful sighs and groans - Mozart-for-the-fuckjoints*. Finally the guy in his Hole shot his load, and my "intended" moved directly in front of me to suck my Cock. That left his Hole sticking out right in the middle of where other guys were squeezing through the crowd making the circuit of the room. Long story short, my eyes weren't the only ones on his Hole - he took several Cocks up his Hole while he sucked mine - not sure how many Bred him though. Finally, when I had the chance, I just spun him around and told him to sit on it - so his face was pointed at crotch-level into the crowd. He wasn't the best Cocksucker I've ever had, but his heart and soul were into it, so who am I to object? After a little while, I stood up, turned him around to face the bench, and kept rutting. And - no surprise - some guy tried to fuck ME. I had to tell him twice that I couldn't accommodate him, but it was kinda hot. Pumped him full of my load, squatted down and sucked that Hole .... stood up, thanked him, he returned the favor, and we went our separate ways. *Yes, obviously my very favorite composer ... Sat night: even better ... So when you arrive at Slammer, you have to fill out a form, name, addy, license number, etc. There's a shelf-like plank with clipboards and these forms, so you can get all that written down before getting to the payment window. Sometimes on really busy nights they set up a tall-but-small table on the other side of the entrance so the guys that previously bought the 3-month memberships can get in more quickly (on weekends, the line to get in can go out the door into the parking lot). Kind of a little "perk" for the regulars, I guess. Anyway, one of the employees - and no, I won't spill his name - but he's always been my favorite over there, and it was him manning that extra sign-in table. He flashed me a lovely grin, called me by name, asked how I am, etc - and I my Cock got hard. He saw it, felt me up, and licked his lips, so I put my hand down his jeans and felt up his Hole - and it was right there - not back behind a pair of fat cheeks - right there. Felt the fur in his hole, and I'd have fucked him right then and there. Guys waiting in line to get in started to chant "fuck him - fuck him" - which I didn't. We weren't even inside the joint yet - it was just the foyer. He said some nice things, I responded, but it was Saturday night - there was a long line, and no guy waiting in line to even get into the place wanted to waste one more minute on the "mating dance" us. He did ask if I had a boy of my own, which was interesting. He wrapped it up, saying something like 'I want that' .... to which I "replied Well, you have all my contact information already - name, address, phone # ......". So we'll see what happens ... I'd love to hear the doorbell, open the door, and see that smiling face. But then, maybe he does that with a lot of the regulars. So, went into the joint, did all my usual stuff, rutted my way down the line of Holes in the darkroom, went to the orgyroom, but it was just too jammed to get in - so went to the elevated Cocksucker's gallery and fucked some throats - (never experienced a bad Cocksucker there), wandered around for a while (and saw two guys I knew from "regular" life), and finally hit the darkroom again, sucked some Holes, pumped a load up one of them. So yeah, it was a great couple of nights .... and, if I hear from 'name-withheld", I'll mention it. Ya'all's bunch of hot, sweet, wonderful fantastic PIGS ..... and Iove every damn one of ya ......

Cody: Sunlight streaming in the bedroom window caused a bit of haze as I very slowly awoke. The two day drive from Seattle to Dad’s house in the suburbs of Chicago had really taken a lot out of me, but after a couple of very groggy minutes I realized I was in his bed, alone. I figured he had likely gone for a run. I really love sleeping in Dad's bed. Although I would have preferred to find him sleeping next to me, at least I could still smell him. My Dad and I started having sex several years before I left for college. It wasn’t an affair as much as it was pure hormones. Being a horny teen, I was eager to learn about sex, and Dad was more than willing to be my guide. I never complained, especially since I had long since adjusted to the reality I was gay, and, as my relationship with Dad expanded to include sex, I was more than ready and receptive, especially since then as now, Dad maintained had a nicely toned body. As I lay there in his bed, it occurred to me my morning wood was in complete agreement. After high school I was accepted at an out-of-state university. Fast forward several years of fun and hard work, and now, post graduation, I had a degree in finance and was back at my Dad’s house. I was horny and wanted his body more now than ever before. I couldn’t get enough cum. In college I had been a real pig, and sucked off more than one roommate. I’m surprised I came away from college without coming down with one STD or another. Anyhow, Dad was now 43 to my 22 years, but as he exercises religiously, he is still really young in my eyes. I was always slim and had been on my high school’s swim team, which helped get me a scholarship and to tryouts for the college swim team. I was trim, and I definitely like my body, but my 'little Cody' was doing all the thinking. I imagined if Dad were here right now I’d be sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. I wondered why we hadn't fucked the night before. I know I wanted him, and he had been very happy to see me, but as I had been exhausted by the drive, I guess I just passed out. The thought of Dad fucking me got me rock hard and horny to the point of distraction. Something needed to happen soon; I wanted, no, I needed Dad's cum inside my hole, especially when I thought back to my experiences in years past with Dad. I really liked it when, as we fucked, Dad would get verbal and nasty, calling me his cum hole. My cock started to leak. I got up to piss, and afterwards checked my phone. There was a text from Dad that read, “Getting an early run in, back soon Cod.” My name is Cody, but as long back as I could remember Dad has used the nickname 'Cod'. The kinky part of me wanted him to call me his “cum hole,” and tell me how he was breeding my ass. Fuck, I wanted to taste his cum. I decided to shower and get myself together before Dad got back. I was horned as fuck and thought about jacking off but decided to wait until Dad got back. I was determined to get his load. Dad: It was nice watching Cod sleep was nice, and knowing he needed the rest, I decided to let him sleep in and use the opportunity to hook-up with one of my regulars, Sam, I guy I met on Grindr. Sam and I have been fucking a couple of times a week or so for nearly a year now; with Cod away at college I had to have relief, and Sam satisfied my needs quite nicely. I have always barebacked, and had always topped with Cod but after he went away to school I decided to explore the role of a bottom and started taking bare cock from several guys, Tom, Alan, Nick, and Sam - just a few of the guys I had fuck me at one point or another over the last few years. I loved taking it bareback. I initially asked about the top's status but when Alan answered "I don't know," I decided to still take his load. After taking Alan's load I stopped asking the guy's status. I just wanted to be fucked hard and to take big loads of cum in my ass. I really had no idea if I’d ever taken a poz load of cum until I met Sam. He’s now 28, 6’ tall and lean. He reminds me somewhat of Cod, even if he is a couple of years older. He told me upfront that he was HIV positive. I replied I was HIV negative, but didn’t care either way; the truth is my cock had never been harder. What I didn’t know is that Sam did care about my status: he only wanted to fuck guys who were negative, and since he and I had hooked-up and I made switch to being a cum pig, one who had no trouble that an HIV positive guy was regularly fucking me, Sam had decided me wanted me to convert. Meanwhile I couldn’t get enough of Sam, and was flattered Sam couldn’t seem to get enough of me. He asked if I was still negative, but as I hadn't been tested for quite some time, more than a year or so, even if I had taken many of Sam's loads, still I had to answer that I didn't know. Sam frequently commented "I hope you convert," and "I'm gonna make it happen," but as far as I was concerned it was more of a matter that maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't, but as he was on meds I knew the chances were slim. Whatever the case, however, I definitely wanted him to fuck me - either way. I took a very short run and made my way to his place for sex. I was horny and given the thought of Cod laying naked in my bed, I needed poz cum right now. Sam and I had a fairly regularly routine: I would let myself in, strip naked and climb into his bed, and then we fucked hard and heavy while he told me how he was going to knock me up. “Hey sexy, fuck I’m so horny,” I called out. “Get on your back. I want to see your face while I breed you,” he replied as he entered the room. I flipped over, legs up and he thrust in roughly with no lube. He had fucked me so often that his cock goes in easily, and honestly it didn't really hurt, although I was surprised he was balls-deep on the first thrust. “Gonna’ really breed you deep this time, Mark. You want my poz cum?” “Fuck yeah, give it to me" was all I could mumble as he road my ass. Sam looked down at me, smiled, and leaned over, giving me a deep kiss. I could feel his sweaty nuts resting against my ass. I love that sensation. Somehow it really makes me feel like the top is in complete sexual control of me. “Sam, I’m so fuckin' horny. I want you to blow your poz cum into my hole. I want you to give IT to me.” “Oh yeah, you twisted fuck," he grunted, asking “You want me to poz .. uhhh... maybe both of you?” Sam knew Cod was back at my house. I knew what he meant. I was conflicted, but grunted approval. Sam knew we’d be fucking and if I was, or converted, I might pass it to Cod. “Yeah, you do want that. So fucking hot." He kept banging me, keeping-up a good rhythm, grunting and banging my ass. And, as he did so he remarked “I stopped taking my meds. I want you to be HIV positive." “Uhhhhhh… uhhhh… fuck me”, was all I could manage, “Fuck, it into me.” Sam was in full stride now, kissing me, he was looking me right in the eyes with a very devious grin and he knew that I wanted this as bad as he did. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… close”, he was kissing me hard now and “Uhhhhhhhhh…. FUCK… cummmm… ” and like that, he unloaded in my ass. It seemed like a really intense orgasm for him. As he lay on me, his hard cock plugging my ass, french kissing me, he sweated profusely. “I’ve been wanting to do that since we met,” he eventually commented. “Stop meds?” “Yeah. I wanted to convert you before we were really open about it and I knew I’d probably have to take a break from the meds to do it for real." “That’s so hot that you told me the way you told me just as you were about to blow. How long have you been off them?” "About a month or so, now, so I'm sure I'm toxic." We kept making out, Sam was so hot and his cock was still hard and still inside me. I knew I was a horny pig and I liked it bareback but I never thought of myself as chasing. Right now I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than another load of his poz cum, so I murmured “I want more.” He, on the other hand, was still out of breath, and replied “Let me rest. Maybe you’ll get something you can’t get rid of.” I was hard and leaking. I hadn’t cum, I rarely did when Sam fucked me, but I started thinking about Cod and my cock started to leak. I felt an odd pang thinking I was going to give Cody cum, knowing I might seroconvert from my sex with Sam. Cody: I finished my shower, ate something and started to think about Dad. I was about to text him when I heard the door open, and in walked Dad, looking a bit sweaty and worn-out. "That must have been a good run," I commented. “Good run? Uh… yeah, good, wore me out. I think I’m going to get a shower." I could smell his arm pits as he walked by and it made my cock hard as he walked past me. “Dad?” “Yeah, Cod?” I walked up close to him and looked him in the eye the way a lover does, “I’m glad I’m home.” “Me too, Cod.” He smiled, kissed me, and then entered his bathroom, I nearly passed out in anticipation of the pleasures in store.

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!

Chapter 5 – Time for a Repeat In Chapters 1 to 4, I tell about my evening with my buddy, Joe. He and I partied up and worked over each other’s holes. He bred my ass while his hand was inside me, and now we’ve collapsed on the bed for some much needed rest. Joe had fallen asleep, and I was feeling drowsy and enjoying the musk he had built up during our play session. My nose was in his right armpit, nestled down in the dense, fragrant fur. I must have dozed off because I woke up and felt my normal morning erection. I was still enjoying the aromas coming from Joe’s body. He had generated a great natural smell, and his hairy body held it well. I freed my hand that was between the two of us so that I could stroke my cock and finger my hole while keeping my nose burrowed in his hairy pit. One of my hands grabbed my cock, which was still slick with lube from earlier, and the other went to my hole. I worked three fingers into my ass and slowly stroked my cock, reminiscing about the previous night. Luckily, the stud who had played with me was still here to help me remember the best parts. My movements woke Joe. He looked over at me and grinned broadly. “Still horny, huh?” he asked. “Always”, I said. He rolled over and reached for my hole. “Let’s get you back in there,” he growled. First, we decided to start the day (whatever the fuck time it actually was) by bumping up our high. Joe prepped new points for us since it had been a while since we last imbibed. This would get us going strong for our next session. He sent me off first, then took care of his need. The boost made me extra horny, and I could feel my hole relaxing and opening. I walked over to the sling and laid down in it, putting my feet in the stirrups to give Joe full access to my ass. Joe followed me over, sat down, and lubed up his hands. My hole was throbbing with need, and he watched as it pulsed in anticipation of what was to come. He stuck a few fingers in and opened my hole to pour some lube inside. The cool liquid did little to quench the heat in my ass. Once everything was well-lubed, Joe positioned his hand at my hole and slowly worked it in. My hole accepted his hand easily. With the lube, the previous night’s work, and the new flush of T in my body, I was a pig in heat. Joe worked in past his wrist, made a few twists and flexes inside me, and then pulled back to stretch my hole. Joe held his hand with the knuckles, stretching me wide. He was turning his hand and flexing his knuckles, adding to the great feeling of being opened. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he sunk his hand deep into my ass and began probing, looking for my second hole. I groaned in pleasure and spread my ass even wider for him. I could feel his fingers working inside my ass as he explored my deepest recesses. He found my second hole and worked his fingers past it. The feelings for me were intense. I was flying high and could feel every time he flexed or moved his hand a little deeper. Reaching down, I could tell that Joe was deeper than ever. His elbow was close to my hole, and it was definitely a shared goal to get him in elbow-deep. I reached over and grabbed the poppers. Joe smiled wickedly at me, knowing that the poppers would drive me over the edge and he would be able to get that last bit of his arm inside me. I took a deep hit in each nostril, holding the last one while I capped the poppers and returned them to the table. When the rush really hit, I could feel my ass relax and open up even more. Joe’s hand felt huge but also absolutely right where it was. He wiggled his fingers a little bit, sliding deeper and deeper with each movement. Watching his face as he penetrated me was so sexy. His concentration was apparent, as was his excitement about what we were doing. Joe looked up at me and said, “I’m at my elbow now.” Fuck, it felt amazing to have him this deep inside me. The poppers were still messing with my brain, and my body felt weightless in the sling. His arm inside me was so thrilling that I started to have an assgasm. As my ass spasmed around his hand, he pulled back ever so slightly. He could now make small back-and-forth motions to fuck my second hole while I was in the throes of the orgasm. My cock spewed out a large amount of cum, which pooled on my stomach. Joe was so intent on my ass that he didn’t notice the cum, so I reached my fingers down into it and coated them with some of my load. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean while gazing down at Joe and his intensely sexy face. He saw what I was doing and pulled back enough that he could stand up and suck my cock into his mouth. His hand was in my ass, and he was sucking on my cum covered cock. This made me produce another spurt of semen right into his mouth. He moaned as the cum flowed over his tongue. Joe knows that once I have an assgasm, my hole becomes extra sensitive, so it is easier for more to come. He sat back down and started to really work my ass over with his hand. Since he had put the lube deep inside me and had applied lots of lube to his arm, he was able to slide it back and forth with long strokes. He could penetrate past my second hole and then pull back to stretch my gape. It felt absolutely amazing. I raised a hand to slow his actions, then picked up the poppers again. This time, when the rush hit, I spread my ass wide and sunk onto his hand. With the sling, I could drive the fuck, and I moved back and forth on his arm. I ground my ass on his hand in a spiral movement to get the sensations all through my ass. Joe was grinning widely as I rode his arm. Once the popper rush had worn off and I had slowed my activity, Joe pulled all the way out of my ass. It felt so empty without him in it. He lubed up his arm again and made a fist before inserting his hand back inside me. The stretch as his fist entered was great, and he returned to some hole stretching work. With his fist broadening my hole, he would turn his hand, letting the sensations hit all sides. Joe pulled his left hand out and entered me again with his right hand. He did the same sort of movements, but they were more intense since this was his larger hand. Then, he pulled out and shoved four fingers from each hand inside me. He could use these to spread my hole more. He would push all eight fingers in me past the knuckles, providing an amazing stretch. Joe had all four fingers from his right hand, plus his entire left hand inside me. He only needed to add his right thumb, and then he could shove both hands in me. Poppers seemed like a good idea, so I took a few short snorts from the bottle. He then slid his right thumb into his palm and penetrated my ass with that whole hand too. At this point, he had both hands in my ass. The feeling was indescribable. Both of us knew that this was a special moment and we basked in the feelings of pleasure and accomplishment. It couldn’t last long, but it was amazing while it lasted. He withdrew his smaller left hand, leaving just his right hand inside me. Joe started to flex his hand open and closed, massaging my inner ass. My cock was drooling out a steady load of fluid, but we were both too focused on my ass to do anything about that now. He was twisting his hand around as he flexed, and sometimes added a little back-and-forth motion to fuck his hand deep inside me. Once again, he penetrated my second hole. He kept moving deeper, and I relaxed my ass as much as possible to let his hand go as deep as possible. Feeling this hot, hairy, sexy man deep inside me was exhilarating. I kept my focus on relaxing my hole, letting him in, and enjoying the sensations. This was fucking amazing! Joe needed to pull back. His hand, and my ass, had given and taken all that they had. We both knew how special the moment was and were happy we had accomplished it. But now, it was Joe’s turn to be penetrated again.

I might be a little different. If it’s not a quick suck, swallow, than bolt situation, than I enjoy being made to feel special. You should be completely nude so you are present as vulnerable. Tell me what a thirsty slut you are, as you lick my pits and gently nibble on my nipples. As I grab your head and force it down to my crotch, moan and let me know you are grateful for the opportunity to service me. At first, I want to hear you breathing in my musky smell through your nose. Than I like to have my crotch licked all over. When you lick the head of my cock, put the head into your mouth and apply strong suction, like trying to drink a thick milkshake through a straw. Than suck on my balls and under them to my ass, all the while you make noise to let me know you are enjoying the opportunity I have given you. When it comes to activity sucking my fat rod, I like it a little rough with hard suction and light teeth gliding up and down. I want to feel like you are a vacuum trying to coax the cum from my balls. I enjoy being deep throated because most guys can’t. When sucking on the head, move your tongue around for added pleasure. Once you get me close, I will most likely grab your head and thrust as deep as I can; skull fuck. After I cum and you swallow, you should keep sucking gently, savoring the man juice I blessed you with. Suck gently at first, until I get accustomed to the added sensitivity. Once I am hard again, repeated as before. Keep sucking until I pull you off my cock. I once had a guy suck three loads in a row out of me. It took a while, so be prepared for your jaw to ache.

Chapter 3 – Joe takes it all, and so do I In Chapters 1 and 2, I tell about a session with my buddy Joe. We’ve fucked each other with dildos and are taking a break. Joe’s orange jockstrap, which contrasts nicely against his hairy and tanned body, is soaked from precum and, probably, some piss. We rehydrated, and I suggested we smoke some more. Joe thought it was time for another slam, so we drew up a point for each of us. Even spun, Joe is a gentle and caring admin. He inserted the point in my arm, saw the flash, and sent me flying. Then, he took care of his needs. We were both playing with each other’s cock and ass when Joe said that he wanted to suck my dick. He likes when I eat his ass while he sucks me, so we got into position. My cock was not hard, but Joe liked that he could get all of it, along with my balls, into his mouth. I loved seeing Joe’s hairy hole in front of me and dove in with my tongue. He sucked, I rimmed, and we both enjoyed the experience. My rimming had relaxed Joe’s hole so that it was showing a bit of a natural gape. I knew what I wanted to put up there now, so I told Joe to get his ass back in the sling. He got settled in, and I took a moment just to enjoy seeing this sexy man who was happy to share his body with me. I pulled out my Mr. Hankeys double dildo and held it up for Joe’s inspection and approval. This is the large size, so it doesn’t go too deep, but it is a wild stretch. Joe thought he could take it, so I lubed it up and started to work on his hole. One of the cocks on the dildo is longer than the other, so I started with that one, just inserting the tip into Joe’s hole. He was enjoying the ride on the single cock when I began to push in the well-lubed second one. Joe took some poppers and started to work the sling back and forth to control the penetration. The second cock went in when he rocked forward in the sling. Joe really seemed to like the feeling, so I made sure that it stayed in at least as deep as he had worked it. He was still swinging the sling back and forth, and the toy penetrated deeper on each of his forward movements. Eventually, I could see that his ass had swallowed the double dildo all the way to the base. Joe didn’t know how deep it was but had slowed down on the sling swinging and was now just mildly rocking it back and forth. I let it move in and out in small movements so that his ass would get accustomed to the invader. Joe reached down to feel around his ass and was surprised to find that the dildo was fully inserted inside him. He told me that he wanted to do some poppers and have me fuck his hole with some long strokes. He snorted the poppers, and I waited just a moment for them to hit hard and started on some longer strokes. Joe’s ass was opening nicely, and I was able to get going on some deep and long strokes. Joe was moaning and writhing in the sling with the wet spot on his jock growing. He pulled the jock aside to play with his cock and gather up some of the fluids leaking out of it. He put his fingers in his mouth to taste the juices while I continued to pound his ass with the dildo. He asked me to shove the toy in all the way and hold it there. Seeing his ass filled with this huge toy was a huge turn-on for me. I tapped on the base of the dildo, sending some shock waves up through his ass, and he moaned in pleasure. Joe reached back to feel the dildo and started to turn it in his ass. Since he was controlling the toy now, I stood up and sucked his dripping cock into my mouth. He had leaked out a lot of precum, and his dick tasted amazing. Joe was playing with the toy in his ass while I was sucking his when I tasted something a bit stronger. Joe fed me a little more chem piss while he continued to fuck his own ass with the fat dildo. Joe, always the great guest, suggested that we trade places and that he work over my ass. We swapped places, and he sat down in front of my ass. I could tell that my hole was gaping a bit and would be ready for most anything. This time, he pulled out the XXXL Atlas toy. This one has a great taper to it, and once it’s inside, it can stay there for a while. Joe lubed it up and started working my hole with it. He would put in a little bit more each time he pulled it back. Since this toy is thickest in the middle, once he got it past that point, it was easy going. Once he had it all the way in, he kept pressure on the base to ensure it stayed put. The fullness was indescribable. Joe just kept the toy in place while my ass got accustomed to the invader. “Poppers”, Joe said. I did a few deep hits, and he started to work the dildo in my ass. Feeling the fattest part ride through my ass was amazing. I’d ridden the toy solo a few times, but having a sexy man fuck my ass with it in the sling was even better than I could imagine. He was driving it back and forth in my ass, and I was in ecstasy. We got to a point where Joe was holding the dildo steady, and I used the sling to ride it. I could move back and forth but also position my body differently on the sling to get new sensations going through my ass. My cock was leaking furiously, and we were enjoying the sweet juices that it produced. I did a hit of poppers before fucking myself silly on the toy. Between the poppers and the T, my ass got pummeled like never before. I stopped the sling movements, and Joe just held onto the base of the dildo while it was deep in my ass. Taking a break, I put my arms behind my head and stared down at the stud who was at my ass. Joe’s eyes showed how fascinated he was with the dildo in my hole. I loved the sense of fullness and fulfillment at making this man so happy with my hole. Joe slowly extracted Atlas from my ass. Seeing my gape, he jumped up to get his phone to take a few pics. My ass was open and dripping lube. He massaged around my hole with his fingers, occasionally inserting some into me. Then, he shoved his lubed hand into my ass. With the lube and toy play, plus all the T in my body, he got in deep. I felt him prodding around inside me, working his way ever deeper into my ass. I felt him go through my second hole and enter my colon. He rested there for a moment, moving his fingers slightly in my deepest recesses. He again suggested some poppers for me, so I grabbed the bottle and took a few hits. Once they had taken effect, Joe pulled back a bit and entered through my second hole again. He was working his way deeper and deeper into me with each new thrust. I reached back and spread my ass open as wide as possible for his hand to explore my insides. Each new entry into my second hole let him get a little bit deeper than before. I slid my hands over to my hole and felt how deep he was inside me. Only a little bit of his arm was touchable before I reached his elbow. Damn, no one had ever been that deep in me before. Joe suggested that I fuck myself on his arm, so he pulled out and applied a good bit more lube to his arm and squirted some inside my ass. He entered up to mid-arm, and then I took some poppers. Once they hit, I started to work the sling back and forth, riding his arm. I spread my legs as wide as they could go and worked his hand inside my ass. I would pull back to get a great stretch and then sink his arm back down into my ass. Joe would flex his fingers and add a few twists, but he mostly let me control the activity. It felt great to be spun and riding his hairy arm. I could adjust myself in the sling to let the dildo hit different areas of my ass, and it was fucking incredible. A sexy, hairy stud was helping me fuck myself on a huge toy while we were both spun out of our minds. Joe slowly slid the dildo out of my ass, twisting it on the way out. He lubed up his arm and slid it back into my ass. He was able to get in almost all the way to his elbow. While he was past my second hole, he was clenching and releasing his hand, sending massive shock waves through my ass. He played in my hole like this for a while, sometimes pulling back to reenter my second hole. But, his hand never left my ass. I told him I wanted to do a hit of poppers and then ride his arm. I snorted some in each nostril and waited for the rush to hit. When it did, I reached down and spread my ass wide, and started rocking the sling back and forth. Fuck me, but this was amazing. With his arm stretching my hole and his fingers in my colon, I was feeling sensations that I never felt before. When I slowed down and looked at Joe, the sense of connection in our gazes was profound. We both knew we had gone to places we had never been before. The great news is that we also knew that this was just the start of a deeper and more intense relationship. Once the poppers had worn off and I slowed down the sling movement, Joe asked if I was ready for him to pull out of my ass. I nodded, and he slowly withdrew his arm from my ass. He took it slow, and it felt great as he worked his way out of my body. Once he was out, he fingered my gaping hole with both hands, just lightly delving into my hole. Then, he helped me out of the sling, and we collapsed in a heap on the bed.

Not really in a fully open relationship - he really only wants to play together but can't help myself. I find it incredibly hot to cheat and do it bareback with complete strangers.

Oddly, though, I don't see anything in here which explains why you stay in a "boring and vanilla" relationship that (apparently) he wants to keep closed, if that's clearly not what you want. I mean, I realize there are all sorts of rationalizations for staying in relationships that aren't perfect, though many apply more to heterosexual relationships than same-sex ones. And I suppose it can be comfortable to have a "partner" who splits costs and provides companionship, though I really question how much of a "partner" one can be when one is constantly lying about something fundamental to the relationship, like the other party's belief that you're monogamous. I mean: if two people get into a relationship and agree to each contribute, say, $250 a month towards a joint savings account by automatic payroll deduction, and one of the partners has routinely (for years) been taking his money back out of that account to spend elsewhere, unbeknownst to the other partner, I doubt most of you would consider his actions benign. Then again, maybe those who have a high tolerance for deceit about sex probably wouldn't be bothered by their consciences over financial fraud.

In cases like this I’m not sure ignorance and naïvete is the problem. What we have are ruthless politicians with a religious agenda using emotionally manipulative rhetoric as propaganda to influence voters to act against their own interests on the basis of their emotions rather than their reason. They do it absolutely by design because they know their agenda will not prevail if people stop to think about it. This is why you see all these moral/religious crusades couched in language that they’re “to protect our children”. It’s extremely difficult for an opposing politician to argue against that, because it makes them look like they don’t care about children, and separating the actual issue from children is a steep uphill climb when you’re having to make people think instead of feel. Thinking is hard. Feeling is easy, and feeling happens first. Humans default to quick and easy. Educating people is only useful if you can get them into thinking mode. The difficulty lies in preventing them from acting on their fight/flight/freeze self-protective fear instinct that fires up automatically - the children are in danger? No! We must act! - and stop to think. You only have to spook one herd animal to start a mass stampede. Try stopping a herd of panicked wildebeest with a reasoned argument (or indeed, anything at all). One might argue that a wildebeest can’t be educated in the first place, but these politicians are manipulating a very animal part of the human brain, instincts we had long before we started rational thought. We still panic, and stampede, and don’t stop to think it through. Possibly the more effective educational tactic isn’t to make people see the issue more clearly, but simply to expose and discredit the politician’s tactics for what they are so that his manipulations no longer have power. One way or the other, the key is to remove his power to evoke fear. One way to do this is through ridicule - which is why political cartoons have long been so powerful.

I will always take cock and fuck ass and I don't care if i am cheating or not. It is just sex.

I don't care what the size is as long as it's hard.

Had a hookup with my regular couple again. We usually hook up in a hotel and we have long sex dates where we always end up sleeping around 05:00 with an alarm going off at 09:00 to have a morning fuck before checking out. This time they blindfolded me and told me to get on my knees on the edge of the bed and get ready for a good fuck. We talked about blindfolding me for a few times, and i was up for a new sensation. I was ready for her strapon and I knew that my hole was going to get thoroughly fucked by her for a while, turning me into a little moaning slut, opening me up for her husband's dick. And after a good fuck from her strapon, I indeed was moaning like a slut, and said I wanted a real dick. I had a few prostate orgasms again, and it started to wear me out a little. She took her strapon out, and she told me to get on my back. When I was on my back I felt a warm dick touching my asshole and meanwhile, she started to sit on my face. I knew she was going to let herself squirt as she gets off on her husband fucking me. I noticed something ‘off’ with the dick when he pushed in hard inside my open hole. It felt a little less wide and longer this time. But I was somewhere else with my mind and just decided to enjoy what was going on. After she squirted all over my mouth and face/body, she got off and started to massage my body a little bit while he was fucking me. They were very quiet, as normally we are all quite verbal during sex. And then I suddenly felt a hand turning my head to the side of the bed and a hard warm dick entered my mouth. I got really confused and the woman told me to stop thinking, and just enjoy what was happening. It didn't take long for me to realize that the dick in my mouth was the husbands, but had no clue who's dick was inside my ass. I got fucked like this for a few minutes and then felt the ‘guys’ switching place. I felt her husband's dick in my ass now, and after a good 10 minutes, he sprayed his cum inside my ass, and believe me when I say when he cums he cums ‘a lot’. The wife told the anonymous dick to start fucking me hard, now I was all lubed up. The anonymous dick immediately left my mouth and was in my ass in no time, fucking me much harder than before. The woman started to deepthroat me and I was going to cum quickly, and she knows me well enough that I was almost there. I started moaning louder and louder and started to spray my cum down her throat. The anonymous dick suddenly started throbbing a lot, and I knew I was receiving my second load for today. After the anonymous dick pulled out, I felt him licking my asshole thoroughly and got some fine rimming action. The wife took off my blindfold and an amazing looking slim trans was down at my ass liking me like crazy, her face covered in cum from my ass. They wanted to surprise me, and quickly let her in when I put my blindfold on. Well, a surprise it was. For the rest of the night, we filled the trans her ass with cum several times and had a wonderful evening. Hope she will join us more in the future (although sleeping with 4 people in a kingsize bed is kind of tight 😊, so better not sleep)

Best compliment I guess I could receive.... it was always a real pleasure for me, writing those stories, but also a pleasure posting them, knowing some of you guys would love those twisted chapters - coming out of my twisted mind. Thx Brinxx! 😏😋😎

No Writer is as good as Scorpion, I used to get so excited when I had seen him post. Wish you would continue!

I know exactly what you mean. I’m not humiliating if a random Top calls me a cunt while he’s fucking me, but there’s a certain kind of Top that knows how to start with you on an equal mental basis, and then gradually lower you and debase you until he is so far above you that his sexual dominance becomes a given. The humiliating thing isn’t that you end up as a willing cockslut for him - it’s that you know what he’s doing while he’s doing it, and there’s not one thing you can do about it. As to race, race doesn’t stimulate me at all, but if someone were to make a point of it, it could be a serious turn-off. Although I turn no one away, it wouldn’t take too awfully much to persuade me to deny hole to a white supremacist. (He’d probably take it anyway, but at least I’d make a point...)

Never been turned on by race play, just doesn't strike a chord in me. Mind fuck humiliation though... damn. It has to be subtle to really work on me, i've experienced it with Top/Dom guys of a type, who are emotionally and mentally powerful, but the farthest thing from forceful or bullying. i guess that's what makes it so powerful for me, that they are able to get the upper hand and control me, then subtly make it clear that's what's happened as i submit to Them. i had one Dom who regressed me by continuously praising and encouraging me as a "Good boy!!" the whole time i was gagging and tearing, nose running working so hard to please Him by taking His huge cock in my throat. i felt like a little kid trying to please His so hard, and He knew how to get me to that place and control me there. i adored Him, i couldn't help it, and He knew it... we both did.