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I was about to go to bed tonight when I see a msg from a guy on Grindr that I missed. German cabin crew in London for the night. He was staying in a hotel near me and when he sent photos of him in a jockstrap, small but muscular with a beautiful set of legs and round ass, I couldn’t resist! I walked to the hotel, luckily I could just walk in and take the lift in the lobby, he left his room door open for me. As I walked in, he was bent over, legs spread and ass up waiting for me. What a sight! I ate him out for a while , stood up and tease his wet hole with my cock. He was very horny, sniffed poppers and then just relaxed his hole and slid down on me, no lube. His ass was so warm and wet and he let out a big sigh when his ass hit rock bottom and I could feel his heart beating faster through my cock. I fucked him deep and slow for about 45 minutes, his hole wet and by now, relaxed and open. He wanted me to fill him up, so I increased my fucking till his legs were starting to shake and his hole was opening and closing from the thickness of my cock, I slammed in deep, held him tight, told him to open up a bit more to make me cum. He relaxed his hole and I went even deeper then came a huge load. He was moaning as he felt me empty inside him. We had a chat afterwards and I was about to leave when he asked for another quick deep fuck, I wasn’t sure if I could, but when he bent over and presented his used hole, I got hard instantly, slid into his wet cummy hole, fucked him deep and fast till I shot another load. What a sexy and horny boy! I told him he has an amazing ass, he replied: what do you expect, it’s German engineering, lol!

I continued sucking on his fat cock. Two other guys walked in and pulled out their cocks and started to jack off near me. One was an older guy in his late 50's medium build and balding with an average size 6 inch cock and the other was a hot latino in his 40's with thick uncut dick that looked a solid 8 inches. The guy i was sucking off saw me look at the other guys and said," focus bitch they can use you after im done". He then pulled his cock out of my mouth and then laughed, "I see your Daddy here got you little clit locked up", he said grabbing my cock that was not in a pink chastity. My cock was straining in the pink lock box and it was wet from all the precum my cock was ozzing out. He rubbed my balls and pulled on my locked cock. I moaned. "Yeah your a horny bitch arent you", he said turning me around and sticking two fingers up my ass, swirling around and hitting my prostate. I moaned even louder. "Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh......uggghhhhh", i moaned "Yeah your pussy is nice and wet and damn still tight. After all the cock youve taken", he said "Why did your Daddy lock you up? Youve been bad" he asked as he still had his fingers in me working me over. I was in a haze, his fingers felt so good the way they were massing my cunt. "Hey i asked you a question bitch. Damn you are one horny slut. Just look at you all worked up and can concentrate just from my fingers in you." he said swirling them around more I had to focus hard to get the answer out. His fingers were doing a number on my prostate. He was milking me from the inside. I could feel precum leaking out. "Your just a whore you know that. You can control yourself. Your cunt runs your mind. You can concentrate with my fingers in your pussy and your clit is just leaking", he laughed "DAddy Will locked me up so that i only focus on the man i am with pleasure and not on my own." i managed to get out I wondered what he meant. Then he pulled out his fingers and i looked upset. "Dont worry cunt i make you feel even better", he said then stuck his fingers in my mouth. I sucked on his fingers like it was water and i hadn't drunken in days. "You are one horny bitch", he said then kissed me deep "Your pussy tastes good. It will taste better after i give you my poz load. You want that cunt dont you?", he said "yes i do. please fuck me and give your hot charged load.", i said begging He then grabbed my cock again and wiped up all the precum and put it to his lips and licked them. Then he kissed me deep. "Yeah your clit is leaking a lot of juice and you taste good. He turned me around and stuck his hung cock in me in one motion. I yelled in pain. "Take it cunt and shut up." he said as he started to fuck me hard. I was holding onto the sink to give balance as he started to plow in me. He was huge and churning my insides and felt his PA push thru my second ring. It hurt but also felt so good my ass started to convulse and tighten and spasm around his huge stick that was deep in me. "Ohhhh shit Will. Now i know why you keep him and stole him from Brian. His cunt is amazing. You gotta share him more with me and my boys" he yelled I thought OMG he knows who i am and that i left Brian for Will. He pounded me like that for a good ten minutes. Not saying word just fucking me hard. I moaned as he was hitting me deep and constantly rubbing against my prostate. My ass working on his cock. The two guys jerking off their cock with the older dude sticking it in my mouth. He didnt last long and started shooting quite a big load into my mouth. I had to swallow a few times and some leaked out of my mouth. The guy fucking me sleaned into my and started to kiss the back of my neck, i started to push back onto his cock to meet his thrusts, my head turned and i straightend up and our lips locked his hands roaming my body playing with my nipples and caged cock. I began to moan louder and pant a bit. Our tongue dancing together his hands all over me and he stick deep in me. At this point with me being shorter than him, me standing his cock was fully in my belly and we just started to rock back and forth. My ass was wrapped tight around his cock. I looked at Daddy Will who was still against the wall with his cock out now and some dude sucking him off. Our eyes locked and him staring at me. I felt owned. The guy kept in me and pumping in me best he could then "Ohhhh shit your pulling the cum out of me, your cunt is so hot", he yelled and then i felt his cock expand in me and felt load after load erupt in me. He pushed me down onto towards the sink and started to ram me as he shot poz load after load into me. He fucked me like that for another 5 minutes. AFter he pulled out and i turned around dropped on my knees and cleaned him off. "OHhhhhh yeah suck it up whore. You luv my cock dont you. Maybe Will gonna send you to me so i can really work you over. What do you say Will", he moaned Will just smiled as the guy who looked like he was in his early 30s was sucking his cock and doing a pretty good job of swallowing most of him. The guy then pulled out of my mouth and zipped up and gave Will some cash it looked like. Wills shirt pocked looked like it had a lot of cash. WTF i am a hooker now???? The Latino guy now walked back in and thew down a large beach towel. "Get down on all fours whore" he said I got over being mad and got down on all fours and he stuck his fat cock in me and started fucking me hard. He slapped my ass and called me a cheap slut. Hes glad he saw the posting on BRRT and came down right away. What a good deal, $40 bucks. I pushed back in anger, i am now a whore and i am only worth $40 bucks??? I was now getting more mad but the Latino had other ideas as he picked up his pace and started to fuck me hard. It felt sooo good i forgot about the anger and just gave into the pleasure and started to moan. "Oh shit this cunt is amazing", the latino dude said pumping in me. He had stamina and now it seemed like 30 minutes had gone by and he didnt seem close. Another guy came into the bathroom. He was darker mixed in early 60's. A bit gaunt looking but still large in size, about 6 ft. The fucking picked up the pace and after another minute or so he exploded his load into me. He kept fucking me for a while then pulled out. When i turned and dropped on my knees to clean him off, i felt all that cum leak out and drop no the floor. "Damn bitch how many loads you got in you" he said. He pulled up his pants and walked out. The dark dude pulled down his loose shorts and let out a long cock. It looked a good 10 inches. I saw a poz tattoo on his groin. "Get to it bitch", he said I got no my knees and started to suck him. More guys walked in. What a nice night this is going to be.

This story is a pastiche of real things from my past, a real video on xtube, and fictional things that could have happened - or that maybe I wish had happened. He wasn’t, in fact, what I would call a bear now. But I was a lot younger then, and, well… you’ll see why I still call him that. I was studying at a university in a town surrounded by a lot of rural nothing, where there wasn’t much going on besides the university. The program was intense enough that it kept me pretty busy, so most of the sex I got was mutual handjobs or the occasional blowjob in the library bathroom. Back then I was really cautious about anal anyway, and used condoms for it, and never did it all that often. Partly guys were squirrelly about doing it in the bathrooms. But also, even though I craved it, the actual event was always underwhelming and didn’t feel that great. I was a bit of a computer geek (even though I wasn’t studying that) and the school was a good one – you would recognize the name. So naturally when the internet got going I had access early on. And of course I used it to find porn and sex chat. Now and then I’d even manage to hook up that way, although it was nothing like it is now with an app for every niche. And there was this one guy who frequented the local chat room. He wasn’t the sort that normally caught my eye (nor that does now, truth to tell). Clean shaven, very fine blond hair, and his face really didn’t do much for me. He looked like a High School football player gone to seed. In fact, his main picture was him sitting in a kitchen chair in a jersey with his dick out, stroking it. His dick was nice. Pointy head but then thick like a barrel. I didn’t know if I could take one that thick, but it made me want to try. And something about his profile text and facial expression got to me. I can’t even remember now exactly what it said, but it got under my skin. So I developed a bit of an obsession with him. But I wasn’t brave enough to actually chat him up, and also I wasn’t sure I really wanted to act on it. I found him fascinating but also just a tiny bit creepy. So I would visit his profile, and then watch some porn (or more often read it, back then) and jerk off. This went on for months. Finally, late one night when I had cruised the tea room all evening with no luck, I went online and he was logged in. And damnit, I was horny AF. So I messaged him. Back then my screen name was “Goldlocks”. Goldlocks: Hey there DavidHB: Hey, what’s up? Goldlocks: Horned up. Nice profile there. DavidHB: Thanks. What do you get into? Goldlocks: Beefy hairy guys. You? DavidHB: Fucking. Not picky about looks. You wanna? Well, crap. Yeah, I do, but I’m scared, too, and I don’t quite know why. The proposition is so sudden, and so direct. So there’s a pause. I’m not sure how long it is, probably not as long as it seems. DavidHB: You there? Goldlocks: Yes. Just thinking. Goldlocks: Yeah, I wanna. Where? DavidHB: Come to my place. “David” gave me his address and phone number and I told him I could be there in 20 minutes. He lived a little way out of town, so I had a quick shower and grabbed a couple of condoms and headed over. When I got there it was in a trailer park, very white trash. Jesus, the last time I visited somebody in a trailer park was in 5th grade when my best friend lived in one. He had said the door would be unlocked, and it was. I went in and it was dim. I could see the light was coming from the kitchen, one of those greenish fluorescent bulbs making a nasty buzz. I could hear porn playing in the bedroom so I went in there. That was even dimmer – the only light was from the TV. It smelled of stale cigarette smoke and body odor and a little of piss. He was sitting in the same kitchen chair, wearing the same jersey and a jockstrap, and stroking. “Get on the bed.” I almost left, right then. If I hadn’t been so damn horny I would have. But I was, so I got on the bed and dropped my shorts and got on my hands and knees. There was no discussion at all of top or bottom, somehow we both knew I was the one getting fucked. Then he came over and stuck his tongue in my ass. I had only ever been rimmed once before, in a bathroom by a guy with the face of an angel. It had turned me to quivering jelly then, and it did again now. Something about that warm wetness, the teasing poking moisture at my hole, connected with that fuck craving and switched it 200% on. I wanted fucked bad, and I wanted it now! I fished a condom out of my pocket and pushed it back along the bed toward him. He stood up and grabbed something off the nightstand. A bottle of poppers. I had read about them, but had never tried them. He took a hit in each nostril, then held the bottle out to me. I hesitated. “Kid, you’re gonna want these,” he said, hefting his dick in his other hand. “This thing is thick.” Sometimes you just gotta say “What the Fuck”… I took the bottle and took a hit in each nostril and handed it back. And then the poppers hit. That warm rushing sensation. And the fuck craving quintupled. Oh. My. God. He rimmed me for a few more seconds, getting me thoroughly wet. “Fuck me!” I could hear him spit on his dick. Then he put it against my hole. And teased it. “Fuck me!” He pushed the tip of it in. Fuck he wasn’t kidding about the thickness. He paused there, letting me get used to it. And pushed the open poppers bottle into my hand again. I took two big hits this time and held them in. “Do another.” OK… I already felt pretty fucked up but yeah. I took two more hits. And then he slid into me all at once, all the way. Fuck, that hurt! He held it there, not moving. And the fuck and the poppers took over my body and suddenly my ass opened and it didn’t hurt. It felt amazing. “Feel good, boy?” “FUCK yesssss!” He started moving again. First slowly, then picking up the pace. “Fuck, that’s a hot ass, boy!” “Fuck me!” My whole world consisted of his dick in my ass and the sounds of him in me, our breath, my heartbeat. “Fuck me!” He levered himself forward and put his weight on me, flattening me out on the bed. “Fuck me!” “Fuck yeah, boy!” I could smell his tobacco-tainted breath and feel it on the back of my neck. It was hot as fuck. And his fat dick buried in me was heaven. “Fuck me!” His ragged breathing told he was getting ready to cum. Wait, was he wearing the condom? Then I felt his dick swell up even thicker and his muscles spasm with orgasm. “Take my load. Take my dirty bear load!” I came all over his bed without touching myself. The condom was still there on the bed in its wrapper. I was in shock. In a daze, I pulled my shorts up and left without a word. He never messaged me again, and I sure as fuck didn’t message him. But the seed was planted (so to speak). Because this time the actual event of anal sex did feel great, and it was not underwhelming. More like overwhelming. I did try to use condoms, but my heart was never in it after that, and eventually I just gave up. Years later I was browsing xtube and I saw him again. There he was in that same jersey on that same kitchen chair, only this time it was a video. A pretty lousy video, might have been made back when he fucked me. I couldn’t resist checking out his profile. He had only put up four videos. The chair one, two really short ones, and one that was very dark. I clicked on the dark one. It was him fucking some twink on his bed. The same damn bed he had fucked me on. It started in the middle of the action, and was just him fucking for a while, with the twink occasionally repeating something that sounded like “fuck me.” And then he pushed the guy down and fucked him full-length, which didn’t last long. And as he came I heard it: “Take my load. Take my dirty bear load!”

Author's note: Some time ago I read a hot story here, and (as I like to do) I wrote myself into it. Unfortunately, I don't remember the name of the original. I apologize to the author, who deserves credit for inspiring me. If someone reading this can identify the original, please put it in the comments. Thanks. Moderator's Note: Thanks @plisken for recognizing the story and giving the author and post date below. The original story is by @smoothie52 and was posted in January of 2015. You can find it here: At Long Last I have been in this position before, literally, in a man’s bed, on my back with my legs up on his shoulders and his cock ready to enter my tight ass. The first time was nearly five decades ago, in 1978. I came home from college for the summer and a cute, green-eyed boy named Mark introduced me to my gay side and took my anal virginity. No one worried about condoms back then, so I experienced the joy of bareback sex. This time it’s about changing my life again and fulfilling a need so strong it can’t be suppressed. Although I’m 65 years old, married to a beautiful woman, with two grown kids, I have long known I’m gay. I knew someday I would come out of the closet. I was always a bottom and I always took cock raw. Back in the late 1970s and early 1980s (both before and after I was married), I found that I could easily get what I needed at cruising areas and adult bookstores: a nice hard cock sliding inside me and fucking my ass until the cock exploded inside me and filled me with cum. I didn’t need to orgasm – it was all about giving the ultimate pleasure to the top who was fucking me. Being there for him and taking him inside me, encouraging him to enjoy my ass and leaving part of himself inside me. It was such a turn-on to go home to my pretty, straight wife feeling the cum oozing into my briefs. But when AIDS arrived, I stopped being sexually active with other men. I contented myself with jerking off, a dildo in my ass, and gay porn. I was safe but miserable. More than two decades passed before I again gave into my urges. I had avoided the plague. I had cheated death but the price had been my happiness. And I felt like a coward. So eventually I started again, always being careful about my partners because I didn’t want to put my wife at risk. My mind flashes back to how I met this beautiful man. An online dating site, his picture that turned me on immediately (thick grey beard, broad shoulders, and – unlike me – so masculine), but the words “HIV positive.” In the past, I simply would have stopped it right there. This time, I found myself so turned on by the thought of doing something forbidden that I jerked off. The feeling was incredible. I suggested we meet, telling him I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. He was so tender and understanding. I even used my real name. A date followed (with a sweet, lingering goodnight kiss), then another that became a heated make-out session. I shared a fantasy with him about how I wanted to feel very feminine when I was pozzed. On our date tonight, he surprises me with a pretty woman’s wristwatch and a diamond solitaire engagement ring, just like the one I gave my wife when I proposed to her. It was so sexy and so romantic. The ring especially, with its deep symbolism. When a woman accepts it, she is saying, “Someday soon, you will breed me and impregnate me, and create something new inside me.” I slip it on my finger, trembling. I tell him, “I want you so much!” We kiss passionately. He says, “Andy, come home with me tonight.” And now here we are. I reach up and pull him to me, our bodies touch, and we kiss deeply. His kisses are strong yet soft. His tongue enters my mouth and dances with mine in an erotic dance that makes us both moan with passion. My hard cock is pressed between us and I feel the tip of his pressed up against my pink hole. His hips are moving ever so slightly as we kiss and hot precum is being deposited on my entrance. He pulls back and looks at me and asks, “Are you ready, Andy?” My mind is racing but I don’t answer him and he’s seeing that look of both passion and fear in my eyes. With that he says, “I want to do this with you so much. It’s so erotic for me give you my cock like this and know that you love it as much as I do. To be inside you bare, and to make love on a level that is above and beyond the normal. To put my seed in you and know that I am breeding you and that part of me will stay and grow inside you.” He says all the right things and I answer by reaching down to guide him, placing the tip of his cock against my quivering hole the way my wife directs my dick to her pussy lips on those rare times when we make love. Smiling, he kisses me again and his hips move up and I feel that big mushroom tip start to press on my entrance in earnest. Covered in precum and lube, there is little resistance at first. My hole is ready but I know he is thicker than anything I have taken in a long time, maybe ever. This is going to hurt. He feels me open to my max and then tighten around him. Stopping for a moment, he holds me in his arms tightly then brings his hips up hard. With that we both feel my hole rip open. I gasp as the intruder starts to enter me. He pushes in deeply as I cry out in pain, “Ow! NO! Please don’t!” I try to pull away from the massive cock sliding up inside me. “Oh, God, you are so tight, baby,” he whispers in my ear, “You know that had to be done. It will make it easier for me to be with you. Relax. I’m in you now.” My ass is on fire, but my insides are full of hard, hot cock. A mix of sharp pain and intense pleasure. He is huge and I feel an incredible fullness and warmth. We are joined and I wrap my arms and legs around him to pull him as close to me as I can. We are now a couple and I am the female half. A couple engaged in the very natural act of mating, of breeding. I know what we are doing. I have just crossed that line from which there is no return. I murmur, “Yes, daddy, I know. Give me a moment. God, you feel so good in me. Let me just feel you in me. So full. So deep. I need a moment to take this all in. My life is about to change forever.” “I know, Andy. Relax, enjoy, and know how exciting this is for me too. I’m leaking in you and we’re just starting. No going back now. We discussed this and I told you that once I’m inside of you, it’s all over for you.” I want it. I have to have it. I want it to be him. My ass moves gently on his massive shaft and I turn my head and kiss him, nibbling on his tongue. I moan softly, letting him know I’m ready to continue. As he fucks me slowly, looking me in my eyes, he starts to talk to me, saying, “God, you feel good. So tight, so warm. I love having my death stick inside you. I will live in you until you die. I want my seed to grow in you, Andy, for you to incubate my toxic babies so they take over your body.” “But you would stop now if I asked you to, sweetie?” I ask, my voice high. I sound like a sissy. It seems very natural, in the moment. “Of course. Is that what you want?” He never pauses in his deep thrusts. My head is spinning. I know this is wrong, foolish, reckless, but my body loves what this man is doing to it. I feel his hard cock sliding in and out of me. The long, slow strokes of a top who knows how to fuck and enjoys it. Taking me to that place that we bottoms love so very much. Giving a top pleasure so intense that he can’t resist it, that he must have it and, after a certain point, there’s no stopping him from getting it. All leading to the most amazing orgasm, one so intense that it almost feels like being at death’s door. I can’t believe I just thought that. How prophetic that I should put it that way. I am very possibly standing right there. My life or death is being decided right now by this cock fucking my ass. I think for second that I can get away from this, but he’s pushing deep and I’m feeling his thick shaft so deep in my belly. I want it. “Give it to me, daddy. Knock me up. Give me your toxic seed and make me yours. Keep fucking me until I’m raw inside and your baby batter will infect me.” Passionate kisses now. The level of intensity is rising and I can no longer think about my wife, my family, long term medical consequences, or anything other than making him cum, and taking his load deep up in my guts. He responds to my needs and fucks me harder. I hear the incredibly sexy sound of his balls slapping against my ass cheeks as he thrusts faster and faster into me. I grip his muscular forearms with my dainty hands. I see my pretty watch and the glistening diamond ring. I feel feminine, just as I dreamed I would. I am a sissy, a faggot, a cunt. I am still wearing my wedding ring, too, but I know that I will remove it after tonight, after I tell my wife what I’ve done. No more kisses as he has folded me in half. His strong hands pin mine to the bed, our fingers interlaced in an intimate grip. I am now completely in his control, and we both know it. His needs are taking over. As he stares into my eyes, I see the look that a man has have when the cum starts to boil in his balls. I feel his need to orgasm He asks, “Are you ready for my poison load?” It isn’t really a question. He is past the point when he would stop. “Fuck, yes. Give it to me, daddy.” “It might kill you, Andy.” “Do it. Fuck it in me. Breed me, sweetie.” He grunts and pushes deep into my ass. I can feel his cock pulsating, shooting thick streams of cum deep inside me. I squeeze my ass tightly, milking every drop out of his cock, thinking to myself, Oh god, yes. So much cum. He really bred me. I’m so wet inside. He looks wild on top of me, and I know what he’s feeling right now. I love that about man-on-man sex: that we both know exactly what each other is feeling. Lots of heavy breathing follows, accompanied by some long strokes of his cock and quick thrusts back up inside me. I can feel him emptying out inside my now very wet chute, pushing his cum into my bowels. The tip of his cock getting so sensitive as the last drops of his seed dribble out and his thrusts are jerky. He looks down at me and with a wry smile says, “Oh, baby, you are so pregnant with my virus. This is so hot knowing that I’ve just knocked up your neg ass. Do you feel it inside you?” “Yes,” I reply as he pushes his cock deep back in. “Mmmmmmm. Feels so good inside you. So much poz cum in you. I haven’t cum that much in a long time. You ok?” “Yes,” I answer softly. “It feels wonderful.” Kisses, soft and sweet, follow as he lies next to me, or bodies hot and sweaty as he murmurs “God, Andy, that felt incredible. Knowing that I was pozzing you just got me harder and harder, and you just kept asking for it. That was so fucking erotic.” His hand is on my belly rubbing it gently as he asks, “You know it might take this time, right? I ripped you pretty good going in and roughed up your insides. With my high viral load, it might only take once and you’re poz right now, or you might still be neg.” I return his kisses and then answer, “I know, sweetie, but I want you to keep fucking me until I convert. Promise me that if I get the fuck flu really badly and I get so sick that I want to die right then, that you’ll fuck me and dump one more toxic load in me just to remind me how I got so sick. Mmmm, yes, baby.” We keep kissing and I massage his cock, determined to get another load. Soon I do.

Woke up super horny this morning, so I hopped onto Grindr. The very first profile read, "hosting now" - and inside it contained the name of a very nice hotel right around the corner from me, along with a room number. Needless to say, I jumped at the chance to have some fun so close to home. "You just taking loads, or giving them too?" I asked, assuming he would respond that he was a bottom and only there to take loads. Still, maybe I could suck his cock, or at least eat his ass. "Both," he replied to my surprise. "Want to breed a fat ass?" I asked him, attaching a pic taken last year of my ass in the air with a big load of cum dripping out of it. "Sure," he wrote back. My heart racing, I checked his status, and he had listed it as 'neg, on prep'. Oh, well. It would still be fun to take his load! I told him I could be there in a half-hour, and quickly went into the bathroom and cleaned out. A little over thirty minutes later, I messaged him from the parking lot that I was headed into the hotel. "Cool, a guy just bred me and left," he replied. I arrived at the room to find that he had propped the door ajar using the security latch. Pushing it open, I found the room was pitch-black - the blinds were closed and there were no lights on. The only illumination was the faint glow entering the room from around the door. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my clothes on the floor, hoping I'd be able to see to retrieve them later. My eyes began to adjust to the dark and I could make out his shape standing in front of me. He was tall with a stocky build, and he was working his cock, getting it nice and hard for my hole. Instinctively I dropped to my knees and took it in my mouth, getting it rock-hard and slick for easy entry. His Grindr profile said he was 6.5 and cut, and he wasn't lying. But he didn't mention how thick his cock was! My hole twitched at the thought of stretching open around his shaft. After a few minutes I judged he was ready. I stood and bent over the foot of the bed, bending my knees slightly to place my hole at just the right height. He began to push the tip of his cock against my asshole, and I realized he was going to fuck me without lube. I pushed back against his thrusts, and little by little my hole opened up to welcome him inside. He grabbed my hips as he began to pound me, and in the process threw a bottle of poppers he had been holding onto the bed beside me. Ever the greedy popper slut, I took off the cap and inhaled deeply through each nostril. My head swam a little, and I felt my sphincter relax just a little bit more to accommodate him. It's been a while since I was used completely anonymously like that, and I was reminded what an amazing feeling it can be. All too soon it was over, though, and I felt his cock pulse as he pumped his load into me. As he pulled out I spun around, taking his cock in my mouth and cleaning it off as I always do. Without any lube in the mix, the flavor of ass and cum was extra delicious. He lay on the bed and picked up his phone, presumably to find another guest. I dressed hurriedly, found my shoes in the dark, and headed for the door - double-checking to make sure I had my phone, keys and wallet as I did so. When I got home, I got back onto Grindr, still horned and now hungry for another cock. My new friend was still online, so I messaged him. "Thanks for the load!" "That was hot," he replied. "But I should probably tell you that I'm really poz. And not on meds." With that, his profile and message disappeared - he had blocked me. His words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was incubating his poz babies! I can't describe the feeling using any other word but shock. And yet, as I sat there stunned for a few minutes, another feeling began to take over. I was turned on. In fact, as I thought about his message my cock got rock hard and I was the horniest I've been since I was in my teens. I wanted to respond to him, but now I had no way to do so. But I knew his room number. Composing myself, I dashed out to my car and raced back to the hotel. I arrived at the room just as another guy - tall and slender, with a large bulge very prominently displayed by his tight jeans - exited. He had left the door ajar, and I pushed it open. I had no idea what I was going to say. A small part of me was angry that he hadn't disclosed his true status before dumping a load in my guts, but as a cum dump who isn't on prep, I accept the possibility that it might happen someday - knowingly or not. Much more of me was excited at the prospect, and hungry for round two. Once again my eyes began adjusting to the dark, and I saw that this time, he was on his back on the bed. He was stroking his cock. "I hoped that would get you back here," he said. I could hear the sneer in his voice. "Are you - are you really poz?" I stammered. "Yup, and since you're here, come take another load." I didn't need to think about it. The hunger took over and I dropped my clothes on the floor where I stood. He wagged his cock at me and I climbed up on the bed, taking the proffered bottle of poppers while I was at it. A couple of big whiffs, and I was swinging my left leg over his body. Reaching behind me, I took his hard cock in my hand and guided it to my hole. "If the last one didn't take, I hope this one does," he said, and this time I could just make out the grin on his face. Without hesitation, I sat back on his cock. I slid inside me with ease, no doubt helped by the gape and load he left me with not an hour before. I rocked back and forth, feeling his shaft sliding in and out of me. He grabbed me by the hips and began pounding me hard. I knew his next orgasm was imminent. Sure enough, he moaned as his cock pumped a second poz load deep inside me. As I had done before, once the pulses subsided I slid off his cock and down his body, taking his softening cock into my mouth. I savored the taste once again of cum and ass mixed together, and made sure not to leave a drop behind. "I'll let you know next time I'm in town," he said as I dressed. "Please do," I replied. "I'll take your load as often as I can." I was a little surprised at how calm I was. Maybe it was the peace of finally knowing that it had happened, that I no longer had to go into each encounter wondering if this is the time I'm going to get pozzed. I could lean into it and fully enjoy myself. I got home to find that he had unblocked me on Grindr and sent me a thank-you message, which left me grinning from ear to ear. I know I'll hear from him again. I can't wait.

While cruising the State Park during a hot July summer, I decided to take one of the woodsier trails back into the wilder areas. The trail almost got lost in the underbrush, but I kept on walking. It was pretty quiet until I came into a small clearing that couldn't be seen from the road. There right in front of me was a Japanese man with his wrists cuffed and tied to seperate trees lifting him on his tip toes. His was completely naked, and his feet were similarly cuffed and tied barefoot and giving his body the appearance of an "X." Beside the man, was a table with different implements on it including lube, toys, riding crop and flogger, tit clamps. and more. Also, to my dismay ... condoms. The man felt my presence, and said, "Hey. My wife caught me smoking. I am not supposed to smoke anymore, but she caught me. She said I had to do this as punishment for my disobedience. I only ask that you play safe. You can do anything you wish, but please use condoms for fucking." "This is hot but kind of weird man," I said. I was surprised, but also turned on quite a bit. This fortunate find was stirring an aggression I didn't know I had in me. This fucker disobeyed his wife, and now he was gonna pay the price. I had on easy to kick off running shoes, shed my shorts and underwear, but kept my wife beater t-shirt on. He was smooth all over, and had a Dad bod, with some muscle. It was obvious he was pretty sedentary during his work week. I on the other hand played soccer everyday and didn't have an ounce of fat on me, which made my cock look even bigger. Under my shirt, I had a light smattering of hair and a treasure trail that reach down to the treasure this man would soon discover. I was fairly lean with a 5'10 frame, with dark hair and even darker eyes. Eyes that right now I am sure looked black. I went up and said, "Well, if I help you out, what is in it for me?" "Any thing you want?" "Anything huh?" With that I set up my camera phone on a nearby stump where he didn't see it. You could tell he was getting cold by the goose bumps on his skin and his rigid nipples. Even the little hair around his nips stood straight out. I ran my hand lightly down his back causing him to shiver. "Its your lucky day. I have some frustrations to work out," I said matter of factly. Among the toys was a ball gags, which I securely fastened to his head. It was really tight to the point that he made gurgling sounds as his tongue adjusted. I took a balaclava type mask off the table and put it over his head so he couldn't see. I got really close to his neck and licked a bit of his persperation. He shivered. I picked up the ruthless looking tit clamps with a chain tying them together. I tested the sharpness and tightness of the metal clamps. I whistled. "You might feel a little pinch." I matter of factly attached the left clamp and gave it a tug. Whimpering came from under the mask. "Oh you liked that. It sounds like it felt good. Lets do the other. I gave it a little extra pinch.'" The whimper loudly this time. I grabbed the chain and gave it a pull to the dismay of the man hanging before me. He tried to cry out, but nothing but gurggley whines. He also wiggled trying to get free. "We are just getting started friend." My backpack was still on, so I swung it off my shoulder and opened the zipper and pulled out some Icy Hot. The muscles in my back had been giving me trouble, so I kept some on hand for after practice. I took some of the cream and rubbed it all over his balls and his tiny plump dick, making sure to not miss his piss slit. He was relieved at the gentle massage until the medicine in the cream started it's slow burn. He cried out, "Peeefs stup." "I don't understand you, and I find it irritating that you are distracting me," I growled. I then put some of the cream on his already inflamed nipples. I grabbed the riding crop off the table, and then I grabbed his burning nutsac and pulled them back between his knees. I took the riding crop and gave him six good whacks with the crop on his balls. He tried to scream. "Those were for my enjoyment. Your wife gets four as well, because ..." Whack "You!" Whack. "Didn't!" Whack. "Listen!" Whack. The mask hung sweat soaked as he was trying to get away. The mosquitos were having the time of their lives drawing out his blood little by little. A wasp landed on his right pec. I took the riding crop and hit him so it stung. By the time I crushed it, It had gotten him six times. "Are you allergic to wasps?" He shook his head no. "That's a good thing for you friend. ... That wasn't out of bounds, was it? You said I could do whatever I wanted too, right? Oh, and we forgot to agree on a safe word." Silence. I walked up and washed his balls with some bottled water he had on the table. The cool of the water startled him and he shuddered. "I believe I asked you a question?" and I tugged his chain so hard the nipple clamps ripped off leaving red welts. He tried to scream and spit out a glob of sputum. I took the glob and smeared it is his crack. I took the water botter and shoved the top in his asshole and squeezed water into his rectum. Again he tried to pull away. The water came out as I used my two meaty fingers to pry it open. The water was clear. "Good boy. Now answer my question by nodding 'yes or no' before I take some of that stinging nettle you trussed yourself up near like an idiot, and apply it to some very sensitive places where the oils will burn and burn and water won't help." His head nodded in acceptence. "You said I could do whatever I wanted. Yes or no?" He nodded in agreement. "I brought along a little something something that might help you actually enjoy some of this fun we're having. Would you like that?" Head nodding through sounds of crying. I reached into my bad and found a plastic baggie full of shards. I took a fairly large one placed it at his hole, and took a small butt plug I had slightly lubed and pushed the shard it, causing instant burning. More writhing, crying, gurgling from the man hung by his extremities between two trees. "You will get used to it, you smoking disobedient asshole. You'll get to love it. Your wife will wish you still smoked a pack a day when I finish with you. We haven't even used half the stuff on this table yet." I then took a rope off the table and tied a loop around his nuts and pulled them tight to thick branch of a fallen tree and then tied his dick by the glans to the tree in front of him pulling it tight in the opposite direction. It was slipping off the tip of his dick, so I used the clamps to secure the rope. He writhed in pain as the clamps latched on, which caused his sac to painfully stretch. I took the toys and started fucking him with it and the moans that once were painful short bursts soon became calmer. Until I took the crop with his dick and balls again. The mask was soaked and to keep him from dehydrating, I ripped the mask off, and looked into his shocked eyes, removed the ball gag, and shoved the bottle in his mouth and squeezed. The water both choked and relieved the man. I refastened the ball gag, and watched as his eyes ran down my body to my hard thick 8 inch cock. "Oh yeah. That's going in you" The man looked frightened and then his eyes discovered the toxic tattoo on the back of my neck as I pulled off my tshirt. His eyes watered and I could tell he was trying to beg for mercy that he wasn't going to get. RIght then I heard the weeds move and a branch break as a passer-by was geeting too close for comfort. The park ranger stood before us. His darked chest hair poking out of the neck of his uniform. What do we have here?" He asked. to be continued.

That's fine for a primary vote, but the reality (as we are seeing) is that absent some enormous watershed event, neither Haley nor any other "competent" Republican will be an option on the ballot in November. (and to be bipartisan: those Democrats who want a more progressive presidential candidate than Biden are similarly out of luck; it's simply not going to happen, unless something major were to happen to Biden health-wise.) And as I have stated a thousand times, no third-party candidate is going to win this race. No third-party candidate is even going to get one state, and probably not any electoral votes. So either Trump or Biden is going to be taking the oath of office on January 20, 2025. Anyone who thinks the two are equally bad is delusional, and (at least in any state which could possibly swing either way), any vote NOT for Biden is effectively a vote for Trump.

Back with Will.... I rode Will slowly, our lips locked his hands on my hips motioning up and down on his huge stick that was in my gut. I took him down to the root of his fabulously large cock. "Oh god Daddy. I need you so much. You feel so good in me", i moaned " Yes i know. Your cunt is massaging my cock sooo good. I told you my cock belongs in your cunt." , he said biting on my nipples. I rode him for the next 30 minutes slowly, kissing, holding each other. It was heaven. Then he picked me up, walked me to the bed, with his cock still lodged in me and my legs wrapped around his wait trying to keep him in me. He laid me back on the bed and then started to pile drive in me. "Ohhhhhhh Daddy", i moaned "Yeah this is my cunt now bitch. You are a filthy whore and i am going to make you mine. You have no idea what you signed up for cunt", he yelled as he pounded into me He pounded me for what seemed like another half an hour turning me over and doing me doggy. Finally i felt his cock expanded and he yelled out as i felt hot spurt after spurt. "Her you go whore. Ahhhhhhhh", he moaned He rode me for another for a while pushing his dirty seed in me. He fell next to me on the bed and i wrapped my legs around him and cuddled. I felt so good, safe and yet slutty with him. After cuddling. He got up, went into his dresser and pulled out some lace thong, high socks, thin tight running shorts with a slit on the side and i tight tank top. "Here put this on. Time to go to work", he said. I dressed and looked in the mirror. I did look fetching and slutty. The shorts were thin and you could see the blue thong thru them and the slit on the side went up so you could see i had panties on. I put on some leather boots and got in his car. By now it was night time and we drove about 15 minutes to a park with a trail. He took me into the bathroom and said, "You are going to take every cock that comes in here and all the loads", he commanded "Yes Daddy", i said "Good. Treat each cock as if it was mine now", he followed up. I nodded. We went into the middle stall of 3 stalls. Their was a glory hole on each side The first car came into the parking lot as you could see their head lights. Two guys came in and one went into each stall and pushed thru their cocks. "Get to it bitch", said Daddy Both were decent sized maybe 7-8" with one being thicker than the other. I gave them both a quick suck and got them wet, then turned my ass towards the thicker one and pushed back. I heard a moan from the other side. "Ohhhh dams this cunt is wet and sloppy but still tight. Shit this is damn good pussy", he said moaning. I pushed back more and squeed him with my ass muscles. "Ohhh dammmmmm. I want to take this home", he yelled As i was fucking back on the cock i took the other in my mouth and sucked him using me hand to jack him off. "Hmmmm nice mouth bitch", he moaned I kept sucking and got pounded from the guy behind. After 10 minutes i felt the guy in my ass swell and spurt his load in me. "Ohhhh yeah here it comes", he yelled I pulled off his cock and turned around and cleaned his cock. Then turned around and backed up on the other cock. "Ohhhh shit youre right this is some damn good pussy", he moaned From the other hole came a new cock. This one fatter than the prior and about the same length. I started to suck on his cock. The booth was the right size where is was narrow enough that i could suck a cock and have the other cock deep in me. I also noticed the stalls were fortified so they didnt shake from all the ramming. It didnt take long for the cock in me, maybe a few minutes, to blow his load in me too. I did two more guys this way and there seemed to be more cars coming into the parking lot. Then the door opened and i saw Daddy standing against the wall and next to him was this huge tall Daddy. He was late 50's and looked a little gaunt in the face but had a nice belly and was built maybe 6'2". "Get out here whore. I dont do booths. I want you to feel my whole cock", he commanded. I came out shorts around my ankles and thong pushed on the side. ""Whores dont wear panties.", he said as he ripped them off of me. He led me to the sink and urinal area, pulled down his pants and pulled out a mamaoth cock. It was a good 9" and thick with a PA ring. I dove in and sucked him trying to get all of him down my throat. "Ohhh yeah good bitch. What nice warm wet mouth. You will do nicely", he said looking down at me.

Monday night after practice, Tom showed up at Coach's door for game vids. The two watched as if nothing else had ever happened. When the finished, Coach said, "Boy, strip. and give me ten." Tom did as he was told but Coach said, "Wait, you do your pushups on this special board." Tom had never seen such a board. It had a sort of tube attached. Tom was to start from the down position with his dick in the tube. Tom did as told. He began the up and down motions, on the down there was no problem, on the up the tube squeezed Tom's elephant cock pulling on it as he pushed his body up. Stretching the already huge cock. When Tom counted the tenth repitition, Tom got a surprise, a jolt of electricty ran thru hiis big dick and he came. He came a lot. Tom turned to coach, saying, "I'm sorry Coach, it just happened." Coach smiled saying, "Electricity can be a wonderfu thing boy. No go clean out your hole. You need a dose of fresh cum. Coach took the cup off the tube that had collected Tom's cum. He put it into a needles syringe baister. When Tom came out of the bathroom, all naked, Coach had him bend over a chair, shot Tom's own cum into his hole and began to fuck away at him. "Tom, do you want my cum,"Coach demanded. Tom could only ned, he begged. Coach was fucking him like a 2 bit whore. Coach gave three loads to his stud quarterback and said, "Boy, you will get plenty more hot cum. Good thing you like it. But, you are going to have to learn to top, too. We will work on that with a friend of mine. I never bottom. " Coach produced a larger plug than before, forced it into Tom's ass and sent him home saying," take it out in my office in the morning, not before." Tom dressed, thanked Coach and moved toward the door. Coach shouted,"Halt, my special sluts get a kiss." He and Tom engaged in a long wet kiss. And then again. When they finally broke, Tom got on his motorcycle and headed home. His mind was agog. The plug was driving him crazy with every move. He fell asleep around midnight. His dreams were of cock.

Last night a buddy of mine asked if I was up for something different. He had 4-6 tops who would wear a hood so I could not see face I would be the bottom who would take all of them They all wanted it raw and they would cum in me no questions asked sounded like fun so I said sure About 8 I went to his house and naked on bed They came in all with hoods over face could not see them i sucked one while another was deep in my ass In the night I took 7 loads from guys who all i saw was torso and dicks It was hot

I love using my army of toys to open up my hole

I can only speak for myself. I think it's definitely an addiction. There have been several times that I've placed sex above other needs such as work obligations, physical/psychological safety, etc. I've often found myself in bed from sun up to sun down thinking about nothing but sex. I've spent weeks caught in cycles of doing nothing but watching porn, fucking, and hitting poppers. It gets even worse when I'm in a bottoming mood. My whole existence becomes dedicated to catching as many random loads as possible despite any consequences. Sometimes it can get scary. But this is who I was born to be.

Travis.....Again Sex with a judgmental Travis The night after the visit from the police, Matt goes to the bar and as he is entering the bouncer who has fucked him a few times pulls him aside and says, “Matt, I heard the police were at your place. Is everything ok? You aren’t involved with drugs or anything like that right?” Matt explains what happened and says it was all the noise late at night and he blushes. The bouncer sees Matt’s embarrassment and thinks he understands. He asks, “You mean when guys come over after the bars to fuck your ass? You’re making too much noise?” The bouncer smirks at Matt and Matt realizes the guy isn’t judging him. Matt relaxes and says, “I seem to remember that you love grunting loudly when you shoot your load inside me.” They both laugh. The bouncer says, “Matt. You’re a good guy. Just be careful ok. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” He rubs Matt’s arm and they part. Matt stands at an open space at the bar to order a drink. He’s in his own head about the conversation he just had, sex with the cop, sex with Jeffrey, wondering if he should get tested, not asking the cop for his status, etc. He barely notices when a hand is on his lower back and someone says his name. Matt looks over and sees that it is the party top, the guy who has watched Matt get fucked in his living room and has fucked Matt twice in different alleys. The party top asks Matt if he is ok. He says Matt looks a little pensive – not a good look for the bar. He smiles. Matt realizes that it is good natured fun so he relaxes and laughs. The bartender brings his drink and, since the bartender has also fucked Matt, he asks if everything was ok with the cops. He heard the cops were at Matt’s place yesterday. Matt is like, “OMG guys! Does everyone know? It wasn’t a big deal. I was making too much noise at night the last couple months and the cops came by to check it all out.” Party top is listening to the conversation. He can see Matt is getting anxious and annoyed. Bartender says, “Hey sexy Matty. I’m just asking. Lookin’ out is all. Ok?” Party top rubs Matt’s arm and says, “Let’s do a round of shots and we can relax a bit.” Bartender gives the three of them all two quick shots. Bartender pats Matt’s hand and goes back to work. Party top says, “Come over here and talk to my friends and me. The cops can be assholes. We know. Been dealing with them since the late 80s when they used to bust us for standing outside the bar.” Matt grabs his drink and they go over to a table. It’s Matt the 22 year old twink, chatting with 3 guys in their 40s, maybe 50s. He tells them about the noise complaints and the drug accusation, search of his apartment, etc. Matt leaves out the sex with the officer. By the time Matt is finished telling them what happened, one of the guys has bought him another drink. Matt says he thinks the older cop might be gay. The guy’s exchange a knowing look. They mention the older officer’s name and Matt realizes he doesn’t know the guy’s name. The guys describe the cop and Matt says he thinks that is him. Matt thinks how slutty it is to have let the guy cum in his ass without asking his status or his name. He shrugs internally – nothing to do about it now. One of the guys says, “Matt have you been to the bathhouse down the street or thought to take guys there? That way you aren’t taking guys to your place late at night. You could avoid annoying your neighbors.” Matt looks at the guy and says, “Aren’t bathhouses for slutty guys? Aren’t they unsafe?” The ignorance of the question seems sincere and naive. The guys realize Matt doesn’t know the history of gay bathhouses or much about the free gay sex of the 70s and 80s. One of the guys asks, "Matt did you know that having a lot of sex was part of gay liberation? Letting go of repressing ourselves and our sexuality?" Matt just kinda looks at the guy who asks and says, "I mean, sure I knew that from college classes. But intellectually, y'know? Not like, actually knew about it or thought about it much. And didn't all of that change with AIDS anyway?" The three older men look at each other and party top says, "Get comfortable Matty boy. Its gonna be a bumpy night." They all laugh at the old movie reference, even Matt who loves Bette Davis. Matt says, "Bumpy nights call for martinis." More laughter and they order a round of martinis. What follows is a free-wheeling history lesson on gay sex – locations, variety, Fire Island, Provincetown, discos, parks, bathhouses, adult book stores, rest areas, etc, etc. To say Matt is fascinated would be an understatement. He is asking questions and listening intently. He feels like he is learning so much. He interjects every so often to say things like, “I got fucked in the park a few times,” “I’ve heard of Fire Island and Provincetown, but never been, are they fun?” “Did guys use condoms?,” All the while Matt is drinking more martinis. Matt is drunk now and the guy’s seem to have lost a little steam in their runaway train of story telling. They say good night. Matt realizes he hasn’t had such a good night out in a long time. He is smiling as he walks home. He is also really turned on by the stories of men getting fucked in all these places. Not only is Matt thinking he wants to be the guy getting fucked in all those places, but he's also thinking how amazing it is to be part of a community that actually is so free and open. Matt is just about to open the door to his building when it happens……………….. He hears a scream, “MATT YOU ARE A FUCKING WHORRRRRRREEEEEE!!!!!!” The smile leaves his face and he turns to see Travis about two stores down from his apartment. Matt is stunned. He says, “Travis are you drunk? What is wrong with you?” Travis approaches and isn’t being any quieter and says, “I BET YOU HAVE CUM IN YOUR ASS RIGHT NOW YOU SLUT!” Matt is still stunned. He opens the door, enters his apartment building, turns to Travis and says, “Go home Travis.” Travis pushes his way inside the apartment building. Matt says, “Keep your voice down Travis. I have neighbors and it is late.” Travis, no longer screaming but still speaking loudly, says, “Why should I? Do you not want people to know you are a fucking whore?” Matt red in the face says, “Travis go home. The police were just here yesterday about noise complaints. Do you want me to call them about you?” At this point, a neighbor opens her door and says, “Matt what is all this noise?” He says, “I’m sorry. My friend is very upset about something. He is leaving right now.” Then he turns to Travis and says, “Time for you to go.” Travis grabs Matt’s arm and says, “Matt let me in your apartment.” Matt realizes that Travis really is kinda drunk. Matt softens toward Travis remembering how much fun they had together. Matt says, “Are you going to behave, use a regular tone of voice, and not scream?” Travis nods and says yes. The boys climb the stairs silently and enter Matt’s studio apartment. Matt gets them water and says, “Travis what is this all about? You broke it off with me remember? Why do you care what I’m doing or who I am doing it with?” Travis says he heard Paul and one of the college boys talking about my deal with the college boys to get fucked raw. Matt says, “Well I guess you were always going to find out about that since Paul loves to brag about getting guys to push their sexual limits.” Travis says, “So it’s true? How many guys has it been?” Matt says, “I’m not going to explain this to you. You aren’t involved. I like getting fucked bareback. You like fucking bareback. We always had a good time and you liked cumming inside me.” Travis says, “Are you positive now? After taking all those guys' loads in your ass? I know you didn’t want them to pull out.” Matt says, “Travis the guys have to show me their negative test results before we fuck. That is part of the deal. And no, I don’t make them pull out. Just like I never asked you to pull out. Not even the first night we fucked when you pretended you didn’t have a condom.” Matt is getting hard now remembering that first night of bareback sex with Travis. He can see Travis is getting horny and his face is getting warm. Travis says, “Yeah I remember that I said I didn’t have a condom, but you took off your pajama pants and spread your legs to show me your hole knowing we didn’t have protection.” Matt kicks off his sneakers, pulls off his shirt and sits on the bed next to Travis. He can see Travis is hard but doesn’t really know what Travis will do if Matt makes a move. Matt takes a chance. Matt reaches over and rubs Travis bulge. Travis looks at Matt. Matt says, “Yeah and then you put your bare cock inside me the first night we hooked up.” Travis leans in and kisses Matt and says, “And then you begged me to cum in your ass. It was so hot.” Matt mumbles, "My unprotected ass." Travis says, "Yeah. So hot." Matt unbuttons Travis shorts, reaches in and strokes his hard cock. Matt says, “And then we never used a condom after that. I figured what’s the point in wrapping your dick now.” Travis pulls his shirt off, kisses Matt, and says, “And you had already let me cum inside you, right?” Matt moans and leans back on the bed, “Yeah. And you kept cumming inside me.” Travis says, "So hot." Travis pushes off his shorts and underwear. Matt takes off his shorts and underwear. Matt naked now, lays back on the bed and spreads his legs. Travis puts his bare cock on Matt’s hole. But he doesn’t push inside. Instead, Travis says, “Then you gave it up bareback in front of my roommate. You’re such a slut.” Travis kisses Matt passionately while rubbing his pre-cum all over Matt’s willing hole. Travis says, “Then my roommate wanted to fuck you and I went to get a condom for you, but I came back and he was already fucking your ass. Tell me why you let him in you bareback.” Matt is a bit stunned at the question, but so turned on from the sexy talk and Travis cock on his hole. Matt says, “Paul asked if he could fuck me bare until you came back with a condom. I like it bare. I figured he’d already watched you cum inside me, so I lined his cock up to my hole and took him bare.” Travis says, “Then I handed you the condom but instead of using it, you told him to keep fucking you raw. And then he offered to pull out and you asked him to breed you.” As he says breed, Travis pushes his bare cockhead inside Matt’s raw hole and stops. Travis says, “I can feel the warmth from your hole. You need to get fucked don’t you?” Matt says yes. With just pre-cum as lube, Travis pushes Matt’s legs up on his shoulders, lines his cock up again and pushes. Travis bare cock slides all the way inside. Matt winces from the lack of lube. Travis doesn't stop. He starts fucking Matt and says, “Your ass feels so good bareback. Always has.” Travis and Matt fuck for about 5 minutes before Travis cums inside Matt without asking. Matt takes his load and is stroking his cock. Travis gets up and starts getting dressed. Travis makes no effort to get Matt off. Matt is a little confused. Travis looks confused and embarrassed and says, “Matt I don’t know why this happened. I mean I liked fucking you again. But…..” Matt’s buzzer goes off. He’s like, “Oh shit.” Matt thinks it might be the cops again. He pulls on some running shorts and answers the buzzer. It’s Jeffery. Matt says, “It’s not a good time.” Jeffery buzzes again and when Matt goes to listen, Jeffery says, “I want to fuck you again Matt. Please.” Matt thinks Jeffery sounds drunk, but he is also afraid Jeffery won’t go away easily. It's only been a day since the cops were here asking him to stop with the late night noise. Hurriedly, he puts on his flip flops, tells Travis to stay where he is and he will go downstairs and get rid of Jeremy. Travis says, “Jeffery? Bottom Jeffery? That fucking slut? You let him fuck you?” Matt says, “Let’s talk about it when I come back upstairs.” Matt goes downstairs in just his running shorts and flip flops, no shirt. Jeffery is all over Matt and before Matt can say no, Jeffery’s finger is sliding in Matt’s ass which is loose from Travis cock and load. Jeffery says, “Hot. You have a load in your ass now. I’m going to add mine to it.” Matt is kinda turned on because he hasn’t cum yet, but also concerned that Jeremy is making a scene. So, Matt brings him upstairs. They enter Matt’s apartment. Matt looks around and sees the bathroom door is closed and thinks Travis must be in there. Jeffery, already shirtless and with his pants open, lightly pushes and guides Matt to the bed where he has just been fucked by Travis. Jeffery kisses Matt. Matt isn’t trying hard to stop Jeffery. Matt sits on the bed. Matt is wondering how Jeffery got undressed so quickly. Jeffery’s cock is brushing against his face as Jeffery leans over him to remove Matt’s shorts. Travis comes out of the bathroom and says, “Oh fuck. It is true. You let this guy fuck you?!? I hope you make him use a condom. More guys have cum in his ass in the last month than came in your ass all year - and that is a lot of guys from what I hear Matt. This guy is a bigger whore than you are. He goes to the bathhouse and let’s guys fuck him bareback there.” Matt is annoyed. He just got called a whore again. Jeffery stops pulling on Matt’s shorts and turns to Travis and says, “How would you know that Travis? Oh wait, that’s right? You have been breeding my ass bareback in the bathhouse the last few months. You love cumming in my ass. Don’t get all judgmental now.” Matt is so conflicted. He’s already let Jeremy cum in his ass once this week. Jeffery is a bareback bottom, and 3 martinis into the night of not, Matt knows that is not safe. And now he just heard that Jeffery has been getting fucked bareback in the bathhouse. And that Travis has been one of the guys breeding Jeffery. Matt wonders who else is cumming inside Jeffery. Matt gets hard while thinking about it. He wants to do that too in his fantasies. He is kind of appalled at himself for getting hard about promiscuous, unprotected sex. But, Matt thinks back to the conversation he had at the bar about the freewheeling sex of the 70s and 80s. Matt makes his decsion. Matt lifts his twinky, runners legs and slides his shorts off. He spreads his legs, grabs the lube, puts the lube on the bed near his ass, and strokes his cock. Travis and Jeffery watch Matt show them his very sexy naked body. Jeffery says, “Matt wants me to fuck him bareback don’t you? Took my load couple days ago right here bent over his desk, right Matt?” Mimicking Travis, who just called him a whore, Matt says, “Yeah. So hot.” Travis pulls a condom from his pocket, tosses it at them and says, “Matt if you are smart you’ll make him wear that.” Jeffery says, “Fuck off Travis. I'm fucking Matt bareback.” Matt nods and says, “Fuck me Jeffery.” Matt lifts his legs off the bed, spreads them and shows Jeffery his hole. Last thing Travis sees as he leaves Matt’s apartment is Jeffery sinking his bare cock into Matt and as Matt moans. Travis thinks Matt moans like a whore. Travis calls Matt a WHORE as the door closes behind him. Jeffery blows his load in Matt twice in the next hour. Partially turned on from tonight's sex, partially on a cock high, and partially because Matt is angry at Travis, Matt begs for Jeffery's cum both times.

I used to work in an adult bookstore and I was working one Sunday night and it was dead. Hadn’t had a person in for hours. And finally in walked this nice looking guy and he got change for the booths in the arcade area and he was back there about 20 minutes and finally came out and told me to have a good night and left … it was still dead and no one there except me and I got kind of horny thinking about him jerking off in that booth …. So I went to the booth and opened the door and this guy….. he’d blew enough for 3 guys all over the screen and the wall. I started to have hot flashes grabbing my crotch looking at all that cum…… I ran to the door and put up the sign “back in 15 mins” which meant bathroom break lol. But I locked that door and went back to the booth and pulled my dick out and gently stroked it NOT believing I was seriously thinking about….but all I could think of as I looked at it was “i want that cum ……. I got closer to it and stuck my tongue out and licked a decent amount up and stopped to savor the taste and swallow and I licked some more up and then some more I remember whispering as I was doing it “oh it tastes so good “ I licked every drop on that screen and I had to get back to work but o could taste that cum residue in my throat for hours which I’m sure every “Cum addict “ like myself knows that taste all too well It turned me on to just see some random guy come in and relieved himself and I went in after him and licked up and swallowed all his sperm….. something so HOT about it

Okay, after the guy I picked up on Grindr fucked me and pumped his load in balls deep I put a plug in and started doing chores around the house. I felt so slutty with my ass full of cum and the butt plug in. The plan was to wait till after 5 and hit the ABS and see if I could get some more loads pumped in me. Just as I got there I saw a message from a guy on squirt.org I had been chatting with. He wanted his ass rimmed and to fuck me. Needless to say I told him I’m on my way. As soon as I got there I stripped my clothes off and pulled the plug from my ass. He thought it was hot that I was ready to fuck which I was. My ass was lubed and had a load of cum from my previous fuck. He grabbed me and roughly kissed me telling me what a sluty little bitch I was. He then sat on the bed and pushed my head down on his cock telling me to suck it which I did. He then told me lick his balls. I stroked his cock while licking and sucking his balls. I started to finger his ass so he laid back and lifted his legs exposing his tight hole for me. I started licking trying to get my tongue in as far as I could which wasn’t that far. He was really enjoying it and kept telling me what a dirty little slut bitch I was. He then said he wanted to fuck my pussy so I jumped on the bed pulled my legs up high to expose my ass and begged him to fuck me. He wasted no time plunging his thick 7” cock balls deep in my ass. He fucked me hard and deep while kissing me passionately. i begged him to fuck me hard and deep and cum deep in me and to use me as his cum dump which he did. He came balls deep in me. When he finished he demanded I lick all cum from his cock which I happily did. His next command was to kiss him so he could taste his cum in my mouth. While we kissed he kept calling me his bitch whore cum dump. I was stroking his cock and it wasn’t long before he was hard again and I was on my back with my legs over his shoulders getting another hard deep fuck begging him to breed me again. After lots more fucking he shot another load deep in my pussy. More kissing and sucking on his cock led to still more fucking. He didn’t cum again but when I left I was truly well fucked. I plugged my ass again as I wanted all his cum to stay in me. When I got home and pulled the plug out I was amazed at how much cum pored out. He’s going to be staying a couple of months and has promised to make me his bitch cum dump whore.

I love rubbing my whole face in a wet juicy ass crack. And I’ll eat your ass better than you’ve ever experienced! Your eye won’t roll back in your head - your eyes will spin!

The next day a thought occurred to Noel at the breakfast table “Does your family know where you are?” He asked Scott The two young men had emerged from their bedroom looking like they had just had the best night’s sleep in their lives. They gazed at each other with so much love it was hard to get their attention Noel snapped his fingers in front of Scott’s face and repeated his question “No. I didn’t tell them anything. I just bought my bus ticket and left” Scott replied “Baby, they must be worried sick about you” Juan said looking concerned Noel handed his phone to Scott and said “Call them. Let them know you are safe” he said Scott took the phone and dialed the number “Hello” His mother’s voice answered “Mom, it’s me” Scott said “Scott! Where are you? Are you ok?” His mom said sounding almost hysterical “I’m fine mom!” he said as he heard the other line pick up “Son, where the hell have you been? Your mother has not slept in three days!” his dad almost yelled in the phone Scott got flustered and Juan took the phone “He’s fine Mr. and Mrs. Harris, We are at my uncles house” he said. Scott had never been able to deal with his dad when he was upset. The man was usually so calm b=ut when he lost his temper his voice would rattle most people “Is that you Juan?” Scott’s mother asked “We called your mother but she would not even tell us where you were. When we told her Scott was missing she just said she hoped that faggot who corrupted her son was dead in a ditch somewhere” “Put Scott back on the phone” his dad said “Can you keep your voice under control?” Juan asked “I will do my best. We have been so worried” Scott’s dad said “I’m glad he’s with you, Juan” Mrs. Harris said and he handed the phone back to Scott “It’s fairly obvious what you did now Son” his mom said “Why didn’t you ask me for help?” “With how Dad talks about queers all the time? I didn’t dare” Scott said “Yes, well your father and I have discussed that in the last couple days. I let him know in no uncertain terms that of anything happened to you because having a gay son wounded his masculine pride he would find himself out of my house and my life. Honestly. Your dad has gay friends and doesn’t have a problem with them but let his own son love another boy and he goes up in flames” She said “Ok, ok” Scott’s dad said “I made a mess of things and I’m sorry son. I just hope you can forgive me someday” “I will forgive you the day after he does” Scott’s mom said “Your idiocy almost killed our son” “I’m safe here mom, Juan’s Uncle says I can stay as long as I need to and he has no problem with Juan and I being together” Scott said “Let me talk to them” Noel said and Scott handed him the phone Noel assured them that he could handle having the expenses of an extra mouth to feed “Your son is the bravest, most romantic idiot I have ever met but he makes my nephew happy and I think for now they are better off here” He gave them his address and contact information and they said they would ship the rest of Scott’s clothes and a few personal things the boy requested to him there Scott took the phone again and told his mom he loved her “We love you too Son and we support you. Juan is a wonderful boy and I’m happy you two can finally be together. Right Henry?” His mom said. That last question had the sound of a threat to it “Yes Dear” he said meekly “Listen Scott, all I want is for you to be happy. I lost sight pf that for a while and again I’m sorry” “That’s a good start Dad” Scott said not quite ready to forgive everything “I love you but I need some time” “Fair enough, we will talk soon I hope" his Dad said and they ended the call Scott set the phone down and began to cry. Juan took him to the couch and held him till he calmed Noel picked up the phone and called his sister “Evil bigoted bitch” was about the nicest thing he called her. He let her know that she was not allowed near his house and that he would have her arrested if she showed her face there Juan got on the line and told her that since she had wished Scott dead she was no longer welcome in his life and to never contact him again then hung up on her That afternoon as Noel sat on the couch watching a movie the two boys sat on either side and leaned against him. He put his arms over their shoulders smiling It was summer so they spent a lot of time by the pool. Noel wore his skinniest thongs and frequently caught both boys glancing at his package. He often adjusted himself for their entertainment After a couple weeks of this Noel stopped pretending not to notice their interest. He openly rubbed his bulge while the watched “Something you boys want to ask me?” he said as a wet spot formed at the tip of his shaft “You know what we want but Jose is your nephew so we are afraid to ask. It would not be fair to him if you only played with me” Scott said blushing “Ummm if you want to play with me that is” “Oh I’m going to be fucking you both. I don’t mind a little incest if Juan doesn’t” Noel said “But you have to know up front that I am HIV positive, unmedicated and will not play safe or pull out when I cum, If you want me to fuck you you will both eventually be infected. You boys still want my cock?” Noel asked rubbing his shaft through the fabric They looked at each other and nodded then said “Yes” Noel took them to his bedroom and had them strip, making them kneel next to each other over the edge of the bed “Once I out my cock in one of you I will not stop till you each had a load of my cum in your guts. Last chance to back out” he said “Please breed us, Uncle Noel” Juan said pushing his ass up “You get the first load then nephew” Noel said kneeling behind his sister’s son and pushing his nearly 11 inch cock in the first couple inches. He paused to let Juan get used to his girth and then slid further in Scott and Juan kissed and Noel fingered the blond boy’s hole roughly as he slid his poz cock in and out of his 20 year old nephew, his huge balls slapping Juan’s smaller ones with each thrust making the sexy bottom boy moan and beg to be bred. Noel picked up speed and soon was pounding the boy “You like your Uncle’s poz cock in your tight hole don't you boy? Tell me how much you want my toxic poz seed. Beg me to knock you up” he said in a deep commanding voice “Fuukkk Uncle Noel I have wanted you to fuck me for so long! Please breed me! Poz me! Make me pregnant with your poz baby!” Juan begged “Here it comes” Noel groaned tossing back his head as his balls emptied all that virus into Juan’s neg hole, making the boy shoot off without touching himself Noel stayed rock hard as he caught his breath then he moved behind Scott and pushed in to the hilt in one hard thirst The blond boy grunted in pain but pushed back for more “I’m your Daddy now Boy and this ass belongs to me! I’m going to seed you with my HIV cum just like your little boyfriend here”” Noel whispered in his ear and Scott shivered “Fuck me hard Daddy, please breed my hole/ I need it co bad” Scott moaned grinding back into Noel like a little slut Noel fucked him long and slow till they both could not take it anymore. He grabbed the boys slim hips and pounded a few quick strokes before they both came, Noel infecting another willing neg hole with his virus He pulled both boys with him up onto the bed and they had a long three way make out session until Noel dozed off. He woke to find a sleeping boy tucked under each arm with their heads on his chest. “I did win the lottery when these two came into my life” he thought and let himself drift off to sleep again happily ************************* Zeke was bored. He had a rare free afternoon, there was nothing at the office that needed his attention and his two men were at a movie about some stupid doll he absolutely refused to go see… that much pink would make him throw up He decided to go shopping, He needed to refresh his wardrobe, Except for his business sites abd leather gear most of his clothes had seen better days and Tommy had been making pointed comments about living with a “Raggedy assed scarecrow” for over a month now. Zeke also had no idea what was in fashion now so he called Alex who was the sharpest dresser he knew, Since his marriage to Tommy’s brother Alex had mellowed a bit but he still maintained that sharp edge for outward appearances. He kept his body trim and smoothly muscled and he was not above a quick breeding if the opportunity to spread his seed came up Alex took Zeke to some shops he had never even heard of and Zeke honestly liked what he found there, Hr could look modern without looking like he was trying to look younger. Zeke was 36 now and he was proud of the distinctive look age gave him In one shop there was a very helpful and cute clerk who Alex was flirting with unsuccessfully. The boy could not keep his eyes off Zeke though Lately Zeke hand his two men had developed what they were calling “Neg radar” They could sense if someone was neg if they tried and if they were interested enough to try they usually wanted to breed the person. This boy was definitely neg The clerk had a “Tommy build” which always got Zeke going, Shorter than Zeke with a well muscled lithe body. What made him even hotter to Zeke was his darker skin and pretty hazel eyes. The bubble ass didn't hurt either As Alex stood guard Zeke lured the pretty boy into the dressing room pressing him up against the mirror and kissing him as he undid his intended victim’s pants, letting them drop. He grabbing that ass and squeegeed fingering the hole as the sucked on each other's tongues The boy turned and bent slightly pushing his ass out. There was no talk of status or condoms as Zeke unzipped, pulled his cock out and slid in. The sexy boy took him easily, his expert ass working Zeke’s poz shaft practically sucking the cum out. Ii was a quick, nasty fuck and Zeke quickly blasted the store clerk full of poz seed They quickly straightened their clothes and stepped back out into the store/ The clerk rang up Zeke’s purchases and wrote his phone number on the receipt “I guess the old man has still got it” Zeke said to the slightly miffed Alex as he tucked the receipt into his pocket “You can have it any time you want Daddy” The clerk said winking “Can I call you Daddy?” Alex asked as they walked to the car “Sure, all it will cost you is another year of slavery to me” Zeke said “Oh wait, your husband might complain to Tommy about that so I guess the answer is no” “Yeah, no thanks, I don’t want to go through that again” Alex said with a shudder Zeke took him out to a nice dinner by way of thank you for his help He got home just minutes after Tommy and Red who wished they had listened to Zeke about the movie Tommy was thrilled that Zeke had finally bought some new clothes and had Zeke model some for him. It felt good to know he was still the best looking man in the world to his husband, Well, maybe Zeke shared that title with Red how but he could live with that A thought occurred to him “This neg radar thing we seem to be developing. Has it ever gone off for either of you for someone who was not almost immediately willing?” Zeke naked They both thought about it and shook their heads no “Me either. It’s something to think about and maybe mention the next time we talk to Agnes. I’d like to see what she makes if it” Zeke said The results of that conversation with Agnes surprised then all ************************************************************************************* I hope you liked Noel’s little side adventure Let me know what you think! Scanbu

First you need to clearly define what is important to you. If you are (for example) looking for a boyfriend, or want someone with soft, smooth, kissable lips, then hold onto your standards, whatever they may be. But if your goal is to get dick -- lots of dick -- and lots of cum, think in terms of broadening your level of acceptance. Drop any preconceptions about appearance and focus solely on cock. Just because a guy may have a less than attractive face or less than ideal physique, that doesn't mean he can't give you a good fuck. So keep the lights off, wear a hood or blindfold if you want, get your ass up, lubed and ready so the only thing you need to anticipate is a cock sliding into your hole. Remember: there are no ugly guys in a dark room. Stinky maybe, but not ugly.

My preference always is a loose hole. When I’m rimming him, I always think of the cocks and loads that have been up there where my tongue is now.

Yesterday was the sluttiest I've EVER been. I went to the sauna and I was fucked 12 times (all bareback) and took what I think was 4 loads. You know how sometimes you think the guy came, but in some cases he was so far up inside you don't feel the load to start with? Anyway, the best of it was in the darkroom (most of it was), with me bent over and leaning against the bench. The room was quite busy and quite quickly I felt a guy running his fingers over my arse cheeks. At first I thought he might have just been a "feeler", then I felt the head of his cock brush over my (well-fucked) hole. A couple of minutes later he was in me. While he was pumping away, another guy hopped onto the bench next to me and shoved his cock in my face. It was too odd an angle to suck him, so I figured "fuck it" and lubed him up, hoping he'd fuck me too. He had a lovely thick curved cock and was hard as a rock. The guy fucking me felt great and was pretty verbal, so i knew when he was getting close and then when he was shooting his load inside me. In a flash, the guy who'd shoved his cock in my face jumped off the bench and, as soon as the other guy pulled out, shoved his cock into me. He let out a moan (it was so fucking horny), because I was obviously freshly bred and sloppy as all fuck. He fucked hard, but it wasn't that long until he also dumped his load in me. It was seriously one of the horniest fuck sessions I've ever had, especially as I realised lots of guy were standing around watching (as much as they could, being in the darkroom).

This is a regular top I hook up with who has the most amazing cock. I don't complain when he pulls it out to slide his fist in either.

I'd just echo what others have said here. For your first time (or possibly your first few times trying) stick with alcohol/weed/poppers. Sure you could get spun and take a fist .. but you could also injure yourself without even realising. And that's going to set back any progress you might make considerably. While I can manage quite a lot now, I still won't meet tops who are off their head high. I'm not taking the risk that they'll get carried away in the moment and not pick up on how I'm reacting. I love being fisted, and I want to keep doing it. I'm not going to let some guy ruin that for me.

Hi. I've been lurking around this forum for 11 years. Thanks for all the stories that I've busted a nut to. I AM NOT A WRITER. I apologize in advance for the editing. It was done on a horrible HP keyboard that I will be throwing away now. I think the story is easy enough for people to follow. Its styled well and no run on sentences, at least! The one thing that you will notice is that I repeatedly change from "tenses" from past and present. This was hard to correct since I was reliving the memories. If a good editor would like to help me fix that, it would be much appreciated. THIS IS MY FIRST WRITTEN STORY EVER. This isn't hardcore at all; but does involve slamming and homoerotica. I would like to tell some other stories so that I can release some memories out into the universe. Sadly one of these guys are gone and my therapist thought this (writing) might help ease some of my feelings. Hope you enjoy, guys. ▌│█║▌║▌║ E N J O Y ! ║▌║▌║█│▌ There's an undeniable tension between Ty and me, something more than just a drug dealer and an addict. It's a twisted sort of love, one we both seem to crave, even if we'll never admit it out loud. I find myself thinking about Ty often, wondering what it is that keeps drawing us together, despite our differences. He's an oddball, sure, but there's something about him that I can't resist – something raw, something real. I know he's fascinated with my body, with my cock, with the way I move and the way I am. And while he might not be able to admit it, I can tell that there's more to his desire than just a simple fixation on my physical form. When I do meth with Ty in the room, I can feel his eyes on me, his hunger for me palpable. It's an intensity that I've never felt before, and I can't help but get off on it. There's something about the power play, about knowing I'm in control that drives me wild. It's not just about the meth, either. Don't get me wrong, I love the high – the rush, the euphoria, the way it makes my body hum with pleasure. But there's something about sharing that experience with Ty that makes it that much more intense. It's like our addiction feeds off each other, like we're both getting high on something more than just the drug itself. I think about the way Ty watches me, the way his eyes follow my every move as I inject, the way he can't seem to look away even as I stroke my dick for his benefit. There's a raw honesty to his desire, an undeniable hunger that I can't help but feed into. I know Ty's caught up in his own addictions, both to me and to the meth, but I can't help but wonder if there's a part of him that sees something real in me, something more than just the trick he's dealing with. Maybe there's a part of him that's looking for something real in return, something beyond the high. I hope so, because I need him. I'm no saint, and I know that I'm taking advantage of his fascination, using it to my benefit. But I can't help but feel a connection to him, a bond that goes beyond the drugs and the sex. It's like we're both drowning, but we're drowning together, and there's a certain comfort in that. I think about how Ty will never have the life he wants, how his addiction to both me and the meth will keep him tethered to a world that's far from perfect. But at the same time, I can't deny the way he makes me feel, the way he pushes me to the edge and keeps me coming back for more. We're both damaged goods, Ty and I, but there's something about the way our lives intersect that makes us fit together in a way that's almost perfect. It's a twisted kind of love, one that I don't think either of us will ever find anywhere else. And as I get ready to slam another dose, as I **watch** Ty **watch** me, I can't help but think about how much I'd do for him, how far I'd go to keep our twisted little dance going. It's not just about the high anymore; it's about the connection we share, the bond that keeps us both __cumming__ back for more. <<author's note: testing forum for Markdown support>> I'm standing in our small, freshly cleaned bathroom. Ty can sometimes be a clean freak, especially concerning the bathroom and kitchen. Then again, sometimes other rooms of the house can look like the motel scenes from 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas." The water is running in the shower, steam starting to fill the room. I've left the door wide open, on purpose, knowing full well that Ty would eventually wander in and catch a glimpse of the show I've got planned. The idea of teasing him, of making him watch and him to anxious or even possibly shy to do a damn thing about it, turns me on something fierce. In my right hand, I've got the tourniquet, loosely wound around my upper arm, ready to be tightened when the time comes. In the other, a folded-up piece of aluminum foil, carefully tucked away until the perfect moment to reveal it. My skin's already itching with anticipation, the rush of adrenaline and arousal coursing through me. I've always preferred slamming to snorting or smoking meth, for the sheer thrill of sticking the needle into my vein and watching the liquid turn into a rush of pleasure coursing through my body. It's a high like no other, and I can't get enough of it. The burn of the meth, the sting of the needle – it's all part of the ritual. The water's getting warmer, and I step into the shower, letting the hot spray dance across my skin, washing away any dirt and odor from the day as I prepare for the main event. I like some smells and odors, even masculine ones, but I have a paranoid fear that I sometimes smell and that it might turn a client off. I sometimes become fixated on that. So, I take my time, soaping up, rubbing myself down, and knowing Ty's likely watching me from the doorway. He's good at staying hidden in the shadows, but I know he's there. I can almost feel his eyes on me, devouring my every move, and it's making my dick swell in my hand as I stroke it, slowly, enjoying the sight of my own flesh. I don't want to brag, but for my size, my boy stick looks rather large; God did me out of proportion, thankfully. Most people first notice the width of it; fucker looks swollen all the time, plump, engorged, even when soft. Then, they normally mention the length next. Right at 9 inches. At least 8 and 3/4, for real for real. FRFR. I will confess to looking in mirrors and even turning myself on. I finish roughly washing my prized junk. My balls hanging somewhat low due to the heat from the water. I shaved yesterday in the standalone shower in the other bedroom. Ty gave me some excellent razor blades and sat in the bathroom with me, fixated on my downstairs area. I didn't get hard because I was nervous about having an audience while also handling something so sharp. I have accidentally made some stupid motions while fucked up tweaking that did damage to my joystick. I mean, what kinda kinky pervert wants to watch somebody shave their junk? Other than my homeboy Ty? I'm not sure why Ty's so into me; Jesse, this dirty, filthy addict. But I've learned to use his fascination to my advantage, toying with his desire while getting my fix. It's a game we play, and I'm always one step ahead. The water's now steaming hot, and I turn it off, leaving a puddle of water at my feet as I step out of the shower, dripping wet. I towel off my hair, letting one small towel slip to the floor as I bend over to pick up another and also the foil from where I'd left it. The aluminum crinkles in my hand as I open it, revealing the clear shards inside. I've never been one for subtlety, and I hold the foil up for Ty to see, watching his eyes widen as he takes in the sight of me, still naked under the larger towel, getting ready to shoot up. He's probably got a lil bit of drool coming out of the corner of his mouth; probably pre-cum leaking out of his semi-aroused pole. My body was still slick with water; the water droplets on my tattooed arms began to evaporate as I focused on the task at hand. With the crystal now on the counter, I begin carefully preparing a shot. I take out a clean syringe and a small spoon, and I measure out a heroic dosage of clear onto the spoon. I then add a few drops of water to the spoon, and I stir the shards and powder until there’s nothing left but a smooth, liquid pool in the spoon's concave center. After adding my filter, I carefully draw the solution into the syringe, making sure to remove any air bubbles. My movements were practiced and precise, the result of years of experience. I could have done this in my sleep; hell, I think I have worked some shots up in my sleep. But, never while driving, I promise. I find the vein in my arm with practiced ease, running my fingers over the crook of my elbow, feeling for the right spot. With my other hand, I grab the syringe from the counter, filled with my hefty dose of dope, noting the liquid filled chamber. I'm not one to skimp on my high, and Ty can watch as much of it as he wants. This is gonna be a master-blaster. So stand back, or get closer, either one! The tourniquet, now tight around my arm, I trace my throbbing vein just like a hunter would sight through a rifle, to insure myself where I'm aiming. I'm getting ready to slide the needle when I notice how quiet it is. I normally turn on the bathroom fan, but didn't because I wanted to retain the heat and humidity from the shower. In the quietness, I notice I can hear Ty's breathing quickening as I set up the show for him. And, I smile, or maybe smirk, knowing he's getting off on this as much as I am. I plunge the needle in, feeling the cold metal bite into my flesh, then slide it smoothly into my vein. I push the plunger down, watching the meth enter my body, feeling it course through my veins like wildfire. I let out a low groan as the meth hits my system, the rush of pleasure and euphoria spreading through my body like a wildfire. I mutter some curse words. I guess my mouth must've been open because a tiny trail of slobber ran down my chin and landed on my abs. My dick involuntarily twitches, moving the towel still wrapped around my waist. It's a sign that it will eventually be rock hard and ready for anything. I toss the used syringe into the sink, letting it clatter against the porcelain, and reach for the towel to wipe my arm clean. I stand up and turn back to face the door, my almost nude body glistening with water, my skin taut and flushed with excitement. Ty's there, leaning against the doorway, his eyes locked on me. I think I can still hear his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's wearing a blinding white t-shirt and athletic pants that button up each side, like you're able to just rip them off. Though I sometimes still get confused about my attraction to some males, I'm no longer ashamed of it. So, as Beetlejuice would say, "it's Showtime..." "You like what you see?" I ask, my voice thick with arousal. Ty swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing as he nods. "So fuckin'' much," he whispers, his eyes locked on my downstairs, which seems to be throbbing or vibrating from the drugs. I grab my one eyed anaconda and shake it at him. I know I've got him right where I want him, trapped in his desire for me, unable to do anything but watch. It's a heady feeling, having the power to turn him inside out with just a look, a touch, or a comment. "Hey, Ty. I'm not ignorant, man. I know you want it, don't you?" I ask, stroking my dick slowly. "I bet you even want to taste it? Even want to feel it inside you, don't you, man?" He swallows again, his voice shaking as he nods. "More than anything." "Then why tha fuck don't you come here and get it?" I taunt him, enjoying the power play. "I'm right here, all wet and ready, and you're too He nods, his eyes locked on my hand as I continue to stroke my dick, feeling it flex and then grow in my grip. I almost never get dope dick; but I sometimes can't bust a nut. This shot of clear, though, appears to be getting me rock-hard and ready to burst though. So, luckily, I know it's only a matter of time before I will be cumming. I lean back against the counter, spreading my legs, giving Ty a clear view of my cock as I stroke it faster and faster. The water on the floor steams up as I work myself into a frenzy, watching him watch me. "You like that, Ty?" I ask, my voice rough with need. "You like watching me play with my dick while you're stuck outside? Wishin' you could feel it for yourself?" He nods again, his face flushed, his eyes transfixed on my hand. "More than anything," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. I can see the outline of his cock straining against his Adidas pants, and I can almost taste his need as much as my own. It's a heady combination, knowing I've got him right where I want him, trapped in his desire for me. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of my hand on my own cock, the meth-induced euphoria making every touch feel electric. I stroke faster, my breathing quickening, the sounds of my own pleasure filling the room as Ty watches me lose myself in the moment.. "God, I'm close," I say, my voice ragged. "So fucking close. I'm gonna come, Ty, and you're gonna watch it all." He nods, his eyes wide, watching as I begin to really pump my piston, noticing my dick twitching in my hand, as my body puts itself on auto-pilot, preparing to empty my nuts and blow my load. The meth's got me wired, and I can feel the tension in my balls building, the pressure rising, ready to burst. My nut sack narrowed around my balls. I could feel that familiar sensation I craved of my cream-filled balls rising, snuggling up to meet my body. I could feel them drawing up and tightening, even feel my boy-juice flowing up from my sacred jewels and loading into my giant cum cannon. "Fuck, Ty," I gasp, my eyes still closed, focused on the sensation coursing through me. "I'm gonna come, yo!" He swallows, his eyes locked on my cock, and I can see the muscles in his jaw flexing as he struggles to contain his own desire. I don't think he's blinked a single eyelid since this drama began. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, my body twitching and spasming as I erupt, shooting ropes of cum across the bathroom in every direction. I keep stroking my shaft, avoiding the sensitive head, a trick a mutual friend of ours showed me he could do that allowed him to double nut. My hips began bucking uncontrollably, and more jizz flew out of my balls, splattering loudly against the mirror, spraying the sink, coating the floor, and even a jet landed on the wall adjaent to the sink, painting the room in my silky hot spunk. I lean against the counter, panting as I watch the mess I've made, knowing that Ty's going to be the one to clean it up. With a smirk, I say, "You can clean that up for me, you straight chasing relentless cock worshipper. Its all yours, and plenty of it, my white nigga." Ty nods, his eyes locked on the cum-coated surfaces, his hand reaching out as if he's about to touch it, but stops short once more. His eyes flick to mine, and I can see the desire burning in them. "Don't worry, you sick fuck, I'm gonna let you have a taste," I say, enjoying the power play one last time. "Just hurry and clean it up." His face lights up with excitement, and he moves to start wiping the cum from the mirror, the sink, and the floor. As he gets up off the floor to clean the wall, I can't help but notice the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his own arousal. "Once you're done here, you can do that other thang you do," I say, watching him work. "I'm high as fuck, so you might get an encore in just a bit. I mean, if you’re up for it,” Ty nods, his voice shaking as he speaks. "Fuck yeah, bruh. That's what I'm talking about." He finishes cleaning the bathroom, and I watch as he leans over the sink to retrieve one last smear of my cum from the mirror. To my surprise, he brings his finger to his mouth and licks it off, savoring it, with a satisfied grin on his face. "Goddamn, Ty. What the fuck? You really really like my boy cream, don't you? Dayumm, like you for real for real, aintcha?" I ask, my voice thick with curiosity. "Shit, man," I continued. "You fuckin' addicted to dope, dick, and my jizz. After all, they say it's the other white cream," I chuckled, trying to fashion a joke together but, as it turns out, I was too blasted to follow it through, and so it fell flat. Ty wasn't concerned about my comedy failings. He still was sucking MY semen from HIS finger. "Man, I gotta admit that I do find that pretty hot. I mean, never have I ever had any client or fuck buddy that was such an openly dedicated and enthusiastic cum guzzler." He sheepishly nods, his eyes locked on mine, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I think I just might be ah-dick-ted," he said amusingly, his voice low and husky. "But, its more that I feel closer to you when I eat your cum, like there's something more so intimate, yet twisted, about it. Look, this friendship we've forged, this relationship we have, has come along way in the past year, don't you think? Sometimes I forget that the only reason I even know you is because you STOLE my boyfriend’s Harley while he was in jail. The one I was still making payments on!" <<author’s note: I hope to work this story in eventually. Remind me if I don’t! >> I raise an eyebrow, the memory also just reemerging to the front of my consciousness as well. Amused by his admission. "Well, consider yourself lucky then. I'll give you as much baby batter as you need to keep you hooked." Wow. That def fed my ego: I have somebody, by their own admission, saying that they are addicted to my precious jock juice. Ty laughs, or tries to, as he is hampered by continuing to lick his finger clean. "I'll take all you've got, Jesse. Every last muthafuckin' drop." And with that, he stands, walks over, and sloppily kisses me on the lips. (I forgot to mention that we both have big, full, natural lips. So, all of our kisses are sloppy, no matter who we’re making out with. Plus, Ty totes like 4 tubes of various tubes of Nivea chap sticks at all times because he hates dry lip, which he said he gets from certain batches of meth. If we ever smoke clear with our friends, we use a shabong. When Ty passes it, they know better to complain and just grab a towel and wipe it off from his previous nigga-lippin’ action.) He heads back toward his bedroom to get more drugs, leaving me alone to enjoy the afterglow of my high and the twisted dynamic of our relationship. I can't help but wear a goofy smile as I sit there on the sofa knowing he'll be thinking about that orgasm, my orgasm, for days. He loves me in an inconceivable way, but I know its real. Ty used to have all kinds of guys around, whether he wanted them there or not. They were usually boys younger than me, which were plentiful in and around Athens. He preferred the backwoods guys over the university ones. But, for slightly over a year now, since I've been around, he obviously marked me as his territory, and I haven't seen any more dudes hanging around in a long time. I sometimes check his phone. He never deletes anything and really is too honest to cheat. Nada. Other than porn, which I love too, there’s no signs of a significant or insignificant other. I think to myself how lucky I am. I mean, he brought me out of homelessness. Once I realized he was a genuine person and got over his intense preoccupation with me, I realized I had the dick and the power in this relationship. I will reflect on this later, I tell myself. For now, I'm freshly drained but still buzzing. My hormones and neurotransmitters are sending signals to my in the facis...Jed move away from there. Ty and I had lots of sayings and inside jokes between us.) I feel the high beginning to wash over me in waves. It's a high like no other, and I know that no matter how many times I do it, I'll always be coming back for more. The end.

So my brother and I have had sex many times. I’m vers btm he’s btm. I’m way more active and kinky. I love to see how many loads I can take in a weekend and he’s more one or two a month. Well he wants to come visit and stay in a room and fuck. We always fucked BB. Well now I know I’m poz and I find myself not taking my meds in anticipation of him coming. I get so hard when I think about me unloading in his ass. So I am taking two days off and going to a hotel to but inside him as many times as I can. If anyone wants to follow this story we will be meeting in two months……. Can’t wait to fill his ass up and eat it out.

First time that happened to me, I was well poppered up, my host had fucked and bred me well, then began fisting my hole while sucking my cock. He hit a spot, and I just started to cum uncontrollably, soon followed by massive amounts of piss, simultaneously. This lasted at least five minutes, then after the waves of orgasm lasted another five. I lay there, completely wet, covered in my cum, piss, and sweat, panting hard, and enjoying the sensations. Never experienced that before, so I apologized profusely to my host for the mess. He said it was normal, and enjoyed giving it to me, and watching my reaction. When I finally got up, my body was pleasantly sore, my legs weak, and struggled to walk to the shower. When I left, I wished i could get another one!!

I was at work craving a load like always, so I opened up grinder shot off at least twenty messages just seeing what would stick. A few minutes later a profile of a thin white torso with a six pack very twinkish. He asked if I liked anon said I loved it. Most days I’m able to host in my office no problem other day I have to wait till my wife’s asleep then I host in my living room ( I love being bred while she’s asleep so close by ), I let him know I’m going to take my lunch meet me at my house my wife’s at work I’ll be bent over waiting for you in her thong. He walked in told me to close my eyes grabbed my hair I had up in a ponytail and told me to suck him hard he then threw me down pulled the thong aside and slid his 9in bwc deep inside my guts he proceeded to abuse my hole for twenty more minutes before shout “fuck I’m going to breed you enjoy my load” which in turn made me cum so hard.

Call me "old fashioned" but there has to be something I find attractive about an individual. Don't get me wrong, I have spent plenty of time in bathhouses here in the US, especially in south Florida or in Philadelphia. When I said I need to find something "attractive" about an individual in THOSE locations, it is purely physical. What does he look like naked and does his sexual interests match what I am looking for. But I consider bathhouses pretty much anonymous, sure you might get in a few words there as opposed to an ABS, but still, it's not like meeting someone in a bar or a dance club. There is something to be said for the term "compatibility". So he may not be someone you see in a T.I.M video, but if you are looking for a relationship or someone to spend an extended period of time with, there are other things to consider like, is he a decent person, will he make you laugh, will you be compatible in bed (even if he isn't Sir Peter (if you are a bottom) or Andy Star (if you are a top). I don't think it's a matter of lowering your expectations, I think it's a matter of coming to grips with the reality that you are not going to be having sex 24/7 and you need to have something more in common. If you wanna be a cum dump, and don't care who sticks there dick in you, there is a time and a place for that. I just don't think it's realistic that you can live your entire life being like that. Eventually, I think most guys are going to want more.....and I don't mean more dick,

Exactly, the bottom must be prepared for his fucking. Yes, a good deep rimming gets his asshole excited and ready for my cock. During penetration I never ASK my bottom if he’s ok or if it hurts - I read his physical cues. I TELL him his ass feels amazing, I TELL him I’m ready to force another inch of my hard meat up his hole. I also TELL him that my cock is only going to go deeper up his ass and will only stop when I’ve got every inch of my shaft inside him and my balls are pressed against his. I make him understand that his job is to milk my cock and I must be deep in him. I find most if not all bottoms react well to being ordered to take my meat

Surely a good advice will train myself anally and then move on after a period

It certainly OUGHT to be the preamble to a fiction story, since this is a fiction forum and the rules specifically reject the idea of "true tales" here.

Repressing my fantasies, I did not have even guts to google about them; it was my ex who brought me here in December 2019. I just caught him in June of same year, reading poz fetish on formerly Twitter and then I explored his browser history. Excitement for what I read, took control on the anger I felt about that fetish and then it came 2022 when I decided to actively participate after almost 3 years lurking. Fuck repression, fuck being judgmental, what kind of harm could it be? Talking to other people has never killed anyone, and it felt good knowing I was not alone with the fantasies we all know about and clearly specified on my profile. And I am also happy to have overcome the bad sensation I had towards folks doing those things in real - I have a couple of them who are very confident with me and we exchange good messages without why's or what's or any kind of lecture. No longer Twitter, no longer my ex, but I found a very welcoming place here - anonymously roleplaying with buddies here, some regulars and some are coming (cumming) and going, that's the cycle of Internet contacts and I take it as is, with all the no-filter communication it gives me. I love when I found dirty messages into my inbox, this roleplay is a very good method to disconnect my mind from ordinary circumstances, for a little while. Limited to the time I spend on the site, I have no notifications or stuff that distract me in inappropriate moments. Real life is other matter and it has its space, I have my happy sexuality, job, partner and friends.

There used to be a gay hotel in LA, the coral Sands. It turned into a nasty sleazy motel and most of the guys partied. I had a couple of buddies into the same scene as me. I check into the motel with a friend, we book a room for a long weekend. One night he would pimp me out and control who fucked me. The other night I would return the favour for him. My best night was when I got 22 loads up my ass. Lots of other guys fucked me but didn’t bust a nut.

Getting my hole opened by a regular with thick cock

balls deep in me is really important to me

Yesterday A few months I had a nasty back injury after a neighbor accidentally hit me with their car. So I’ve been a bit out of commission, and away from the gym. Finally got back into the swing of things 2 weeks ago and I’m slowly rebuilding my strength. Last week I was on the bench and after wrapping up, a guy started chatting me up. He was very nice and we went over our respective routines and went our separate ways. He is handsome, but his body definitely brings him up to a solid 9 rating with his thick legs, perfect hockey ass, and chest/abs that would make Superman look like an amateur lifter. I was a little intimidated since this guy is a good half foot taller than me and about 10 years older (he’s probably about 43). We ended up bumping into each other 3 more times at the gym, and last night he made a very blunt pass. Apparently, he’s been watching my Grindr profile lol. He very nonchalantly asked if was getting a ton of action Grindr. I responded “occasionally,” and he just smirked and said “that’s a shame.” He then whipped out his phone and opened up app and showed me his profile. Apparently, he’d been messaging me over the past few days and I had ignored them because his profile is blank and he never sent a photo. I instantly remembered his messages because they first started out as “hey” and then got really hot and explicit (but no photos). We laughed a bit and that’s when he asked if we could hang out later. Before I could say anything he flashed the band of his jock over the top of his shorts and then grabbed my dick through my shorts. About 2 hours later he got to my place. Now 99% of the time, I’m a top and I prefer a nice power bottom and I like to be the more dominant one. This did not happen. He was the most dominant controlling bottom I’ve ever been with and it was out of this world fun. He is a rock solid piece of muscle and his ass is a smooth piece of marble art. I think I spent as much time worshiping his muscles as I did blowing him. It was absolutely wild being ridden by a guy so much bigger and powerful than me, while hearing him moan “breed me” Not a bad way to spend a Saturday and totally worth the slight twinge I feel in my back this morning.

When I started University times were tough. I had to move to the city to study, and the small allowance my parents gave me didn't cover costs. Living in college was ok, but the food was never enough, and i had no money for beer or fun, and no time for a regular job because of my studies, so I tried to pick up odd jobs around the neighbourhood to earn a bit of spare cash. It was just stuff like mowing lawns, painting fences and cleaning gutters, but it helped me scrape enough to get by. I adveritised my services by door knocking, and I had little cards I would distribute as well, just in case anyone wanted to call me later. I did it mostly on Saturdays, as that was when I had most time, and it left the evenings free for picking up girls. I was pretty talented with the ladies, and rarely went a night without scoring. One particular Saturday however when I was door-knocking in a new neighbourhood, I had a very different experience. I knocked on the door to a normal looking house; the man who answered the door was big and burly. I suppose he was around 50. He had a big handlebar moustache, and was wearing black jeans with a small black leather vest which was open at the front revealing a hairy chest and big beer gut. He also had an unusual tattoo on his upper arm, which i didn't know then, but now recognize as a biohazard symbol. I commented on it as I went past, as I thought it was a nice design and had been thinking of getting a tattoo of my own at some time. He told me I had to earn one of those, but i didn't understand. I explained why I was knocking, and he offered me $10 to mow his back lawn. I was a bit disappointed by the offer as $10 wouldn't go far, but seeing my disappointment he said he would pay me $20 dollars if I mowed the lawn in nothing but my jocks. Now I was not gay, but I wasn't shy either, and it was a fuckin' hot day, and his back yard was enclosed, and I needed the money, so I thought 'what the hell' and agreed to do it. He led me through the house to the back yard, and my attention was drawn to his computer in his bedroom, as it made a message-received sound on a chat program as I walked past. I noted he also had a webcam set up. He showed me the lawn mower, and without much fanfare i started the mower, undressed and started going about my business. The homeowner gathered up my clothing and took them inside for safe keeping. I must say its a bit odd mowing a lawn with little more than a jock and shoes. Twigs and branches sure sting when they whip past your legs, but it wasn't really much of a challenge: it was a small yard. Within about half an hour I was finished. Although it wasn't a particularly difficult day, and I was largely naked, the heat had caused me to break-out into a heavy sweat. The homeowner had watched most of the mowng apart from a few minutes when he had popped onto his computer and do a few other things. After I had finished and put away the lawn mower, he called me over for a chat. He said his nickname was Daddybear and he was glad i had mowed his lawn, because he had other plans for his afternoon. He asked me to step inside for payment, and offered me a drink of home-made ginger beer. I was happy to accept his offer. While he went to get his wallet, I downed the beer. I can honestly say it was the most terrible beer I had ever had. It was bitter as hell, and if it hadn't been ice cold, I would not have finished it, but I did so, finishing-up about the time he arrived with his wallet. He smiled, saying he was pleased I liked the beer. At that point I started to feel a bit giddy, and Daddybear saw me steady myself. He gave me another beer, saying it had the right combination of salts and sugars to hydrate me. I took him up on the second beer, and while it was only marginally better than the first one, I downed it, thinking it would counter what I assumed was dehydration. This was, as it turned out, a very bad idea. The next thing i remember I was gagging on some sort of ball thing that was shoved in my mouth, with like a harness strpping it behind my head. When I went to pull it out I realized my hands were cuffed to the headposts of a bed, I was unable to move, and I was laying on my stomach. A stack of firm pillows were propped under my hips making me bend in the middle to almost as if I was kneeling. My feet were also secured to the foot of the bed - I assumed by ropes. I couldn't believe the situation in which I found myself. I was now completely naked, and conscious of the cold air which was circulating between my butt cleft, which felt moist. I then heard the voice of Daddybear "ah, you're awake... welcome back! I have just finished preparing you!" It didn't take a PhD to figure-out what he had in mind, but in my position I could see no recourse. No amount of stuggling would free me from my bonds, and the effect of whatever had been dissolved in the drink still lingered and made my mind move very slowly. I was conscious the computer on the desk beside the bed which I had noticed on the way in was going frantic with received messages on chat programs, and I saw a webcam staring back at me from beside it. I saw Daddybear out the corner of my eye on the side of the bed away from the computer and noted that he had now shed his jeans and vest. He was naked. A huge uncut cock stood proudly about a hairy and full looking scrotum. He removed a tube from a night table drawer, and squeezed some clear gel onto his cock, lubing it up thoroughly. As he did so, his foreskin retracted, revealing a bright red head with precum oozing from it! "Look what Daddy has for you, boy!" he leered. "Aren't you lucky?" This was a scene out of the movie 'Deliverance'. At that point i felt anything but lucky. My stomach was in knots, but at the same time I couldn't help but feel my own cock twitch and begin to swell against the pillows. Daddybear walked back behind me, and i felt the mattress sway as he got on, moving behind me on his knees. He placed one hand on my back, and then very rapidly shoved a finger into my asshole and i flet his long fingernail scrape asit plunged in. i tried to cry out, but the ball in my mouth muffled any sound, and as he probed deeper to my prostate i found myself whimpering as my cock betrayed me and continued to swell against the pillows. Daddybear soon enough withdrew his finger and shuffled-up the bed further. I then felt him as he leaned forward, and placed the head of his cock at my hole, as he whispered in my ear "get ready, this is going to hurt some, but if you like, you can have some poppers to ease the pain." I had no idea what poppers were, but I didn't want any of this, let alone pain, so I nodded, and thru the dinging of arriving messages on the chat program I heard the crack and faint hiss of a bottle being opened. Daddybear then thrust under my nose and ordered me to inhale the fumes of what I since learned was amyl nitrate, an smell i will never forget. With the ball in my mouth I could do nothing but inhale through my nose. I could feel the pulse thumping in my head, and felt my ears flush and everything spin. Then the bottle was taken away and i felt Daddybear thrust forward. The lube and the amyl combined to ensure his rigid cock would be successful, and sure enough, I felt a searing pain as the head of his cock popped in. He held still for a second, but soon grew impatient and shoved again. I could feel the head of his cock sliding in further aided, perhaps, by its foreskin sheath. His cock was huge and he kept shoving it painfully inch by inch deeper inside me until I could feel the heat of his beer belly resting my back. The light touch of his testicles brushed up against my own. He let my ass stretch to adjust and accommodate before starting long thrusts back and forward, slowly at first, but building in speed until he was holding my hips and pumping me as fast as he could. I could hear his breathing getting faster and his thrusts getting stronger, and the repetitive onslaughts on my prostate were getting to much, but then he gripped my ass tighter with both hands, leaving bruises which lasted for weeks, and then grunted. I knew he was cumming. I felt the pulsations of his cock against my prostate, and I felt the gush of fluid as his sperm hit my ass, and before i knew it my own cock was shooting cum, as if his cum had gone right through me. He collapsed on top of me, gasping, his belly filling the small of my back, and his rough breath in my ear, but all the while keeping his cock as deep in me as possible. As his breathing settled he whispered in my ear "now I own you bitch! I have bred you! Now daddy's DNA is in you and you will never get it out! You're mine for life!" I didn't understand precisely what he meant, but I understood in some sense, that the exchange meant me owned me. He slowly withdrew, and stepped back, before undoing my hand cuffs and leaving me to untie my legs. I did so, and quickly got up and got dressed with my clothes which were piled on the floor. I needed to wipe away the goo on my ass, and noticed some white stuff tinged with blood which leaked out, but i was in too much of a hurry to get out of there to wipe thoroughly. I just put on my pants and left the room. Daddybear was waiting outside the room for me, and handed me two $20 dollar bills: one for the work on his lawn, the second as a token of his appreciation. I hurriedly left, and ran back to my dorm where I took a shower, and tried to forget the whole horrible experience. I have since learned this is typical behavior for anyone who has been raped. Of course I was much too embarrassed to ever tell anyone, let one the police. I was straight and that was that! I had no idea why my cock had been so hard during my experience, but wondered if there was a message in its response to Daddybear. I heard from Daddybear three weeks later when he rang to ask if i could mow his lawn again. I had apparently left my card with him. I mumbled something like 'no, you fuckin' bastard', but in truth I wasn't feeling well. In fact, I was feeling so poorly I went to see the University doctor, and he said I had a glandular fever, whatever that was. I had a background fever and sore throat for a week with swollen glands. Apparently it was common in my age group, especially with all the girls I was snogging! I spent the next five years fucking girls left right and centre to prove to myself that I wasn't gay. Some time a girl i had slept with unprotected told me she had tested HIV+ when donating blood, and I should get myself tested. It's safe to say that i know what the biohazard symbol means now.

Delicious can I clean up afterwards

**Part 2** After much discussion we agreed to meet at David's flat one week later. He had convinced me that he knew exactly what he was getting into and was fully aware of the implications it would have on the rest of his life and that he wanted it so badly that if I refused to be his donor he would just find someone, anyone else, to convert him. My scepticism about being his gifter had largely diminished during our meeting at the café. Actually 'scepticism' might be to stronger word. I just wanted to be sure he wasn't under any illusion as to what the possible outcome would be and that, as far as possible, he would have no regrets. At that time I had only been positive for less than a year myself. So far, I had absolutely no regrets. I had met several other poz guys and had some best uninhibited sex of my life. I had become equally versatile and enjoyed being a top as much as I had always enjoyed being a bottom. I hadn't even considered going on medication and would abstain from doing so as long as possible. One of the guys I'd seen a few times, Mike, had been diagnosed six years prior to myself. He looked slightly wasted to me but, said he had always been skinny and underweight. I loved our sessions together. He was completely versatile and we would spend whole weekends at his place just fucking each other. I would come away feeling completely drained of cum, energy and even desire, at least for a day or so. His tall, skinny build would lead anyone to believe he wasn't very well endowed, which couldn't have been further from the truth. His cock was eight inches of thick man meat. He was slightly younger than me and not particularly handsome, but that cock was absolutely beautiful. The shaft was thick enough but the domed head was gargantuan and looked slightly out of proportion to the shaft. When I had started conversing with Dave and it looked like he was a genuine prospect for converting I had told Mike. He told me just to be really careful how I handled the situation. Not to try and persuade him either way, just tell him all the facts and let him make his own informed decision. Otherwise, I could be accused of manipulating him or coercing him if he later regretted going through with it. I arrived at David's flat at just after eight PM on that Friday evening. I'd told him to make sure he was clean inside and out and had used a douch a few times to make sure, so there wasn't any barrier for the skin of my cock to be in physical contact with the walls of his arse. He was wearing a thin dressing gown and his hair was still wet from the shower. The material of the of the robe clung to his body. Having opened the front door he turned around and I could see his the outline of his bubble butt as he walked into the hallway. I pushed the front door closed. He lead me along the hall and into a sparsely furnished bedroom with a large bed, a wardrobe and a small chest of drawers. He turned towards me and I could immediately see how nervous he was. He was physically shaking. I told him to relax, that he was under no pressure if he wanted to back out and we could just have a coffee and I could go. Even before I'd finished speaking he told me that, no, he wanted it more than ever. He wanted me to poz him tonight. That he was just so excited a full of adrenaline at the prospect of me breeding him. I smiled and said okay, if your sure. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards me. He put his mouth to mine and his tongue in my mouth as we kissed. I slid my hands down the contours of his body to his hips. He was well muscled and firm, not an inch of softness anywhere on him. I reached around and with my hands on his buttocks pulled his hips toward me. I was already hard which was evident to him even through my tight jeans. I could feel that he had the beginnings of an erection through the soft robe against my own fully hard cock. God he felt good, he smelled good to. While we stood kissing I pulled open his dressing gown and slid my hands inside it, feeling his young flesh for the first time. He was soft and warm. I felt for his cock. He was hard now, uncut his foreskin still covering the head. There was a little pre cum leaking from the end and he gasped as I pushed his foreskin back along the shaft to reveal the domed end and rubbed a finger over the glands of his cock stimulating more pre-cum to flow. I pushed the robe from his shoulders and it fell to the floor by his feet. He was completely naked now. He had a perfect physique. Not like some muscle bound freak, but toned. His cock pointed up towards me and it was dripping copious amounts of fluid back along his shaft and over his hairy balls. I reached for his shoulders and turned him away from me. His young arse was taught with downy dark hair on his buttocks. I caressed his arse cheeks. Pulled them slightly apart. He shivered slightly and said he wanted me inside him. I told him to lay down on the bed and slowly got undressed. He was laying on his back watching me. I removed my shoes, then my jeans followed by my t-shirt and stood there in my pants. I had started to leak a little and the front of them had a wet patch. He gasped and said "Please give it to me. I want you to fuck, me poz me, please do it now. However, I was in no rush. I just said "Suck me" He got off the bed, got on his knees and was on me greedily within seconds. I asked if he liked the taste of my poz pre-cum to which he murmured something enthusiastically. I shoved my cock down his throat and held it there for a few seconds then allowed him to breath before plunging it back into his throat. I held it there slightly longer than the first time before letting him up for air. The third time I held it even longer until he began to gag and I could feel the muscles in his throat squeezing my the glands of my cock. I pulled my cock out and it was covered in the thick fluid from his gagging throat. He was still taking large gulps of air as I pushed him back on the bed face down. I pulled apart his arse cheeks. I was really horny now. I wanted to see his hole. The hole I was going to fuck, to breed, to rip apart and infect with my poz babies very soon. His hole was hairy. I pulled his buttocks apart even further to reveal his pink hole. He'd told me he had been fucked alot but, always with a condom, even though he'd begged to fucked bareback. To me his hole looked brand new. Like it had never been used. I slid my tongue along his crack and pushed the tip into him. He tasted clean. He moaned a little and begged me to fuck him. Soon enough I thought as I gently pushed the thumb of my right hand into his hole. Boy, was he tight. I saw a droplet of sweat run down his back and into the valley of his arse. I removed my thumb and replaced it with my tongue tasting the salty droplet as it reached his hole. My cock was seriously dripping now and I couldn't wait any longer. David was begging me to breed him and it would have been cruel to make him wait any longer. We'd discussed in depth how he wanted it and I wasn't about to disappoint him. I moved in behind him and placed the tip of my cock on the edge of his arse. Even though he was begging me I asked him if was sure. I heard the first syllable of yes but before he could complete the word I forced my cock in him. His hands were on a pillow and his fingers grabbed it as he cried out. I rammed my cock in him up to the hilt half a dozen times and left it there while his hole became accustomed to me being inside him. His hole felt fantastic. His sphincter seems to be caressing my cock, pulling me deeper inside him. He was sobbing now but didn't ask me to remove myself. After a minute or so I started to move my cock in him. Not really fucking him, just gently stretching him. A few more minutes and I took my cock out. The desired effect had been accomplished. There was blood on my cock. He turned over, looked at the blood on my cock and smiled. He looked at me and said "It's time" I just nodded opened his legs and inserted my cock into his hole. He was really excited now. His hands reaching round my arse and pulling me into him. His hole was still fairly tight, even deep within him the walls of his are seemed to be gripping the head of my cock. He was shouting now still begging me to give him my poz load. I was pumping him as hard as I could, trying not to cum to quickly. Sweat was pouring out of me and I was breathing heavily as I continued to fuck him. I could feel the pressure in my cock building. I wouldn't be able to hold off too much longer. My head was spinning. I was actually going to ejaculate my poz sperm into this neg guy and he wanted it, was desperate to have it. This is it, I couldn't hold it any longer. I shot my load into him. I don't think I've ever cum so much. It seemed to be pouring out of me. Spurt after spurt. It felt like my hole body was being forced out of my cock. Dave was shouting "Yes, yes, yes. Thank you, Thank you" I collapsed on top of him. He held my head and were kissing passionately. He had had his legs around me, desperate to keep me inside him for as long as possible. After ten minutes or so I got off of him and surveyed the damage. It was only now that I realised he had cum while I was fucking him. There was a large pool of cum on his stomach and in his belly button. He told me he had cum almost exactly at the same time as me. There was quite alot of blood and sperm on the sheets. David saw this to and smiled. Knowing there was a very good chance I had given him the gift. I hope it's all he hopes it will be. He's going to keep in touch and is desperate to meet my poz buddies for a recharge.

Hero status!

So many things. Some a fantasy like a group of leather men or twinks or chavs. Others a memory. Getting fucked once in a cruise bar where it was clear that the top no longer considered me a person. I was purely a hole. At that moment his hole. He was going to use that hole however he needed to get off.

The times groups of friends get together for a wedding or event in town or on location. There's always a late-night party crew of people drinking and/or lightly high on mushrooms or 420 the night before or during. I've sucked off and fucked a few times by a some long time curious friends while they were horned up in the middle of the night feeling adventurous. Most have been single, many were dating someone (or married) who was probably asleep in the hotel or giant house we'd rent. Lot's of good times and kept it DL - sometimes to revisit at another event. Always gets me off thinking about discreetly servicing the guys, none of which know about me being passed around (not like I'd mind).

I used a condom 3 times. High school with girls, to avoid getting them pregnant. Luckily, most girls would take it raw, and the guys did too. im now 46. You can figure out how many times since then I have fucked without a rubber.

Before and after taking 4 anon loads at the gloryholes

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From the point of view of the professional medical/psychiatric community, sexual addiction, as addiction, is not a recognized condition. The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual V (DSM-V), the manual used in the United States for diagnosis of mental disorders, does not contain a diagnosis for sexual addiction. The International Classification of Diseases-11th Edition (ICD-11) includes a formal diagnosis of compulsive sexual behavior disorder, but it’s classified as an impulse-control disorder, not an addiction. So, technically the answer is No. However, the degree to which certain impulse-control disorders can be considered behavioral or “process” addictions is a matter of debate and research in the professional sphere. The prevailing hypothesis appears to concern the dysfunction of reward centers of the brain due to a reduction in response to dopamine as a result of frequent exposure to stimuli, but a number of factors, including genetics, environment, and comorbidity of other mental conditions, may be implicated. In the case of substance abuse disorders, the substances themselves may cause physical changes in the brain that precipitate the addiction, but a behavior does not have this effect directly. So, hypothetically, the answer is Maybe. Undeniably, there are persons who suffer from an impulse-control disorder that is termed Compulsive Sexual Behavior Disorder that causes them distress and drives them to behavior that interferes with the normal, healthy function of their lives. To the extent that one might consider addiction in a broad, vernacular sense, the answer is yes. But none of the answers provided in the poll are really helpful in assessing the question.