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One of the better Fridays! Birthday party at a friend's house. 20-25 gay men. Drinks and snacks and then he would have a private 'party' with a few guys. He's vers but was in the mood to get fucked. He said to stick around if I wanted to join the fun. So I did. Him, me and 5 other guys. His 'mistake' was fucking with the same two guys for the entire time 😉 The others took turns fucking me. Wrecked hole but I did get 5 loads!! Guys left. Friend said he had only been taking cock. How many loads did I get? Five. He added #6. Need more Fridays like this 😉

The twins asked their dad and granddad if they could talk to them the next morning. Nick made then all coffee and they sat in the living room “So what’s up boys?” Nick asked brightly. Nick was a morning person. When he woke up he was wide awake and ready to go Tex was his opposite in this. He seemed to hunch over his coffee cup like a sleepy vulture as he sat in his favorite armchair Dale sat holding Chip’s hand on the couch “This is kind of embarrassing, but I’m sure you have guessed that the two of us have almost no sexual experience. Neither of us has been with a more experienced lover so we are just sort of floundering around. It’s not the kind of thing boys usually ask their dads and granddads, but can you two teach us about gay sex?” he asked blushing as red as his hair Tex was suddenly wide awake, he seemed to straighten then leaned back in his chair, spread his legs a little and relaxed as he sipped his coffee. Everyone in the room could see what he thought of the idea bt the way his loose shorts started to tent up as his cock rose. 11 haed inches is pretty obvious in loose shorts Nick was excited by the idea as well but these were his sons and he wanted to be sure he knew exactly what they wanted. This was not the time to make assumptions “Do you want us to be hands on teachers, with all that that entails, or do you want us to be hands off instructors, just explaining things as best we can? Either way Tex and I will be happy to help you” he said Tex gaped at him like he was insane. Nick knew the second option would never even have occurred to his horny husband/father and even if it had he never would have brought it up “Tex, I love you but you are a terrible old lecher, They shouldn’t be pressured into something they may not want. Some couples actually want monogamy” Nick said, blandly “You know, that second option never occurred to us. I think we need to talk about it for a minute” Chip said and he and Dale stepped out into the pool area where they talked quietly The dirty look Tex gave him made Nick roll his eyes The boys stepped in and Dale said “If it’s ok with you two, we would like it to be hands off instruction” Nick nodded, inwardly disappointed but then he noticed the boys were not paying him the slightest bit of attention. They were watching Tex who looked like a little boy who had just watched someone kick his brand new puppy. The look of disappointment on his face was almost comical The twins ;et it go on for a minute or so then collapsed into gales of helpless laughter and after a second Nick joined them as he realized the boys were playing Tex like a fiddle It took Tex a moment to realize he had been had then he got a slightly pissed off look that was only mollified by having a grandson sitting on each knee, giving him sweet kisses that involved a lot of tongue action After Tex was kissed into a better mood he cupped both his grandson’s asses in his large hands and said “So when do you want to start?" “We have no plans for today” The twins said together They took the bots up to their bedroom and had them strip, admiring the twin beauties now before them “Ok, first we are going to show you what you can learn from us” Tex said They striped themselves and had each boy sit on a corner of their bed, then got on their knees in front of them and started licking those almost hairless balls, sucking each into their mouths then they licked their way up those eight inch shafts After years of tutelage from Tex, Nick was every bit as good a cock sucker as his father was. They circled the twin’s sensitive heads with flicking tongues then slowly took them into their mouths, Nick worked on Dale while Tex had Chip. The boys moaned and gasped as Dad and Grandpa kept them on the edge of cumming for almost an hour. all the while working fingers up their asses. Each boy was easily taking three fingers by the time they were allowed to cum Nick and Tex each got a sweet mouthful of barely adult, incestuous cum but they didn’t pause. As the twins gasped, their minds almost blank from being kept on the edge do long, each older man lubed his cock, hooked their descendant’s legs on their shoulders, pushed them onto their backs and slid their toxic poz cocks into those defenseless neg holes By the time the twins came back to their senses they were being fucked with slow steady thrusts When the two older men noticed the boys were actually aware of what was happening they started kissing them deeply, filling those inexperienced mouths with their tongues. Nick broke the kiss and looked into Dale’s eyes. “I’m going to breed you Son. After today you will have my incestuous viral babies in your blood forever. Do you want your father to get you pregnant Son?” he asked Dale groaned and nodded, feeling such incredible love and desire for his father. “Breed me Dad. Knock me up with the cock that made me! Give me your incest baby!” he moaned as he clung to his Dad, pushing his hips up to met those thrusts Tex slid in and out of his grandson’s tight neg hole, The boy was taking all 11 inches of his shaft and he gasper in pain mixed with pleasure every time Tex popped through his inner ting “You love your grandpa’s 11 inches in you don’t you slut boy? Your Dad made you for his Dad to fuck! It’s why you were born, to be Grandpa’s little cumdump, Grandpa has something special in his cum for you, My special toxic gift. You get to keep it forever! You will always remember it was Grandpa who gave you HIV!” he whispered in the neg boy beneath him “Poz me Grandpa! Give me your baby! I want to be your good grandson/cumdump. Make me a little slut for my grandpa!” Chip told him, grinding up onto that huge family cock that felt so good in his ass Nick and Tex both pushed in deep as they could and impregnated a twin with HIV incest babies. The infection took from that first fuck for both of them. Their sons/grandsons were pozzed and there was no turning back for them They rested for a while then went out for some lunch and in the afternoon began to teach the boys how to suck cock Next the twins approached Barry and Wade about being with them and Alan someday. “I’d love to in a few months boys'' Wade said sounding flattered and thrilled “The three of us made a commitment that the first six months after out wedding we would only be with each other but when that tine is up, hell yes!” In three months, by the time the boys got their positive test results, the twins were more than adequate in bed Their first year in college was going well. Their neighbors sons, Karl and Charly, were in their first yeat of graduate studies and they showed them the ropes at school and in their apartment just off campus They got education in both economics and bondage at the same time. Chip in particular loved being tied up, blindfolded and gang fucked. Karl, Charly and Dale would take him to a hotel room, totally immobilize him, put a leather hood on him that covered his eyes and enough of his face that people would not recognize him after, and them make out and fuck in the other bed as they watch complete strangers come in, drop their pants, breed Chip then leave after putting a mark on his ass with a grease pencil. They usually started advertising three days in advance on every hookup site they could find with: “18 year old cumdump, tied up and taking loads from anyone over 18 who has a cock” They watched chubby guys, fit guys, thin guys, guts who looked to be in their 70s and guys who looked like they lived in an HIV hospice who were so thin and waisted they looked like this might be the last load they ever shot. They used some hidden cameras around the room to get pictures of them all. “Who was that guy with the cock that felt bigger than Grandpa’s?” Chip asked after they had shut down for the night “He hurt my hole so good and I think I have bruises on my ass from his bony hips” Dale pulled up the guys picture, The camera had caught a perfect angle on the man. He had long, unkempt, greasy hair, a scraggly beard, and a large scar on cheek, his muscles hung loosely on his tall lanky body and you could count his ribs. His pelvis had no padding left at all and on his stomach was a large biohazard tattoo over the words :Apex Predator” His cock hung down a foot and looked even more oversized because of his thin, frail looking body It was the thickest cock any of them had ever seen. “It’s bigger than cousin Mike’s” Karl said in awe. The current world record holder for largest cock in the world was 13 ½ inches, This guy might just have taken the record from him The sexiest thing about him though was the evil, predatory gleam in his green eyes that seemd to glow and the sneer of contempt on his face as he approached the bed “Fuck, he’s beautiful” Chip said. “I'm ,lucky I got his load” and they all agreed, their holes twitching a little in response to the man Karl had one other thought “That’s what my dad, Zeke would have become if Tommy had not saved him from the darkness” They repeated the scene every month or so, To their surprise the “Apex Predator” man continued to show up and actually looked healthier each time. The Angel Strain of HIV they all were infected with had a 60% chance of a top fucking an infected bottom catching it. It was a non-lethal strain, overrode other strains of HIV and kept them under control. By breeding Chip, the man had saved his own life. He went on to infect hundreds of neg boys in his greatly expanded life after that. ************************** For the second time Nick got a call from someone he thought he would never hear from again He answered his phone“ Hello Gwen, how are you?” trying to sound pleasant “Like you fucking care” Gwen snapped, then she sighed “Sorry Nick, old habits die hard. I’ve been ok, mostly thanks to the money you send every month. It’s gotten me through some tough spots” Nick had set up a fund that automatically sent Gwen money every month about a year into his marriage with Tex. In a way, her bitchiness was responsible for the happy life he led now “Listen, I need a favor, I had a secret I never told the family. You remember the time I vanished for about a year? I think you were a senior in high school at the time” she said “Vaguely” Nick said. Gwen was a couple years older than him and had lived in a different town so he had not been very aware of her during those years “Nick, I was pregnant. I went away to have the baby and I gave him to a friend to raise, the woman who took me in when you married Tex. He’s 18 now and wants to go to college but we can’t afford to send him. He’s a good kid Nick. Nothing like me, or at least the me you used to know. He doesn’t know that I am his mom nut his father was your cousin Alvin” Alvin had been his mom’s nephew, He had died in a motorcycle crash about the time Gwen would have been pregnant. Gwen’s son was related to him on both sides of the family, though Gwen only knew about half of it “It’s a lot to ask but can you help him out? He’s worked hard in school and got good grades. He deserves a better chance than we can give him” Nick didn’t even consider saying no. The boy was family in more ways than one and he had always liked cousin Alvin “Sure I will help. Paying for an education is not really a strain for me” He answered “Thank you. You are truly a good man. After how I treated you I would not have blamed you if you had not even answered the phone” “Where does he want to go?” Nick asked “He hasn’t decided yet, He was thinking he would have to take classes at the local community college while he saved money for a state school” She replied “Tell him he can afford to go to the best school he can get into and also tell him not to worry about working, just concentrate on getting good grades” Nick said Nick set up a trust fund for the young man whose name was Jared J. Jordan, at least that was the name that was on the debit card Nick had sent to him He didn’t mention his boys, who would be starting their 2nd year in college when Jared started his first to Gwen He also didn’t mention Jared to the family, mostly because Tex would probably hunt him doan and fuck him in his quest to poz every male relative he had and if that happened Jared would probably learn their secret and it just might get back to Gwen. At this point there was nothing she could do about it but she could try to raise a fuss “Why invite trouble?” Nick said and kept his mouth shut ****************** The twins learned about Master/slave play rom Barry, Wade and Alan. They were going to do Daddy/son play at first but decided to keep that with Nick and Tex The boys spent every other Sunday collared, leashed and on their knees before Master Wade, who shared them with his husband and his Son. Both boys loved the feeling of Wade’s fur as it rubbed their backs while he fucked them. They discovered a fetish for combing his beautiful, silver body fur as well as trimming his facial hair, They spent at least an hour each time grooming and worshiping the furry man, his cock and his balls Eventually Barry and Alan would take the days the boys visited to spend time together alone, only occasionally fucking the twins. Alan was happy in his relationship with his Dad and his Dad’s husband, but a little part of him wanted a love like they shared for his own Chip and Dale were excited as their 2nd year of college started. In a little over a year their world had expanded so much! They wondered what new adventures this next year would bring ******************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Alan’s special guy I’m tempted to write about Apex Predator but it would be so hard. I would have to beat the “Tommy” characters off with a stick. You have probably noticed I like my characters to find love, but that would just turn Apex into another Zeke Let me know what you think! Scanbu

My hole.

My buddy's fat cock in my ass.

thanks for all the encouraging feedback, pigs. Hope you enjoy and can get fucked up to this new chapter. —— 8. Bear started bubbling my nipples, and I was writhing slightly. Still really horny apparently. Bear reached to the side table and grabbed his baggies. He pointed his finger at me. “Lick” I obeyed. He dipped the tip of his finger in the bag, withdrew it, and without asking or saying anything else, he inserted the finger in my cunt. He worked well, wiggling all around. Damn it hurt and burned a bit. Not as much as anticipated from reading stories on BZ. He repeated that two more times, and I was flying by the end of it. Jesus Christ. My penis shrunk again, but was so hungry. Hungrier than the night before. It was a lil sore before he inserted all that T inside me, but it felt fine after. Hole was tingly and so warm. I begged him if I could go online to post an ad for guys to come fuck me. To my surprise, he slapped me hard. This was the most aggressive he’s been toward me. I was confused. “You need to be trained. I control who fucks you. I decide. Not you,” he said very sternly. I felt like I was being scolded by a parent. I hate being told what to do. This is partly why I have a bad relationship with to my parents, other adults, and strict institutions. My first instinct was to lash out. But I was so horny. “You need to learn to take any cock. Not just the cocks you want,” he said. Oh that does make sense. If I’m in control, I’ll be picky. I know me. Releasing that control means I may get fucked by guys I would normally write off, like really old guys, or actually homeless, or maybe even more [banned word]. The [banned word], I would come to learn, would come much later. Years later. I started to soften registering his logic. He was right. Damn this hot. “I’m sorry, sir,” I said. “Get on my cock and show me how sorry you are.” I slid down on his fat cock. Eventually I was riding him reverse because his belly made riding reverse more comfortable and allows me to get fucked deeper. He was on his phone the entire time, ignoring me. So hot. This continued for a while, with excepting of me taking breaks to sniff some poppers, him feed me T or Gatorade. He also snapped some pics of me. After some time, he put his phone down. He must be done posting and messaging. I was excited of the unknown adventures awaiting me. He told me to grab the motel phone for him. He dialed the front desk. “Larry, it’s me. This slut is open for any guest tonight and tomorrow to use. Send them to the room. Door will be unlocked.” Larry came to the room not too long after and dumped a load into me. It was fast, but hot. I loved Bear watching me be a good boy taking loads. I had a steady stream of guys come and breed me throughout the night. Couldn’t tell if they were motel guests or people from the internet. That also made it super hot. They mostly blended together in my mind, but a few guys stood out. There was this twink that was youngest, very likely still in college. He was the most deer in headlights, but was rock hard and fucked me really fast. He also rushed out the quickest. lol. Then there were these one guy who was really tweaking out. I normally would have avoided him, but there I was, begging for his load. He couldn’t cum, but it was a hot exchange. Then there was this really old daddy who told me to take his poz load. I begged for it, knowing full well I wasn’t on Prep. Then there was bear#2. He came back, but he reeked of alcohol. He stripped and was just as aggressive as he was the night before. He almost gave me rug burn because he was so aggressive pushing me down to suck his cock. He also fucked me on the floor, pressing my face on the dirty carpet. He was fucking me so good, and he even played with my nipples every now and then driving me crazy. I could feel his pubes and sweat mix with my own. He started to get more aggressive. He told me to lean up, so I was not facing Bear. “You like getting fucked by my cock, faggot?” bear#2 asked. “Mmm…yessir. I love it.” “That’s right faggot. You fucking love it. You love me fucking you?” “Yessir, I love it.” “FUCK YEAH! You fucking love getting fucked by my cock, you whore!” “Mmmmmm” “Yeah tell me you love me. Tell me!” I paused. This felt a bit much? I couldn’t help but look at Bear and see how he felt. He was playing with his nipples and stroking. His face didn’t reveal much honestly. “Say it, faggot! Tell me you love me or I stop fucking you!” Oh fuck I needed his cum. I couldn’t explain it, but if all the guys that came through, he was by far the best fuck. I needed his load! “I love you! I love you! Please keep fucking me!” “Tell me I’m the only person you love! I’m the only person you’ve ever loved! You will love! Say it, bitch!” I said that and more. I screamed how I will only think of his cock and him. how my heart only has room for him and no one else. I was making eye contact with Bear the entire time. Bear#2 dumped a massive load and left. There was a deafening silence in the room after, as I was still on the floor collecting myself. I looked up and Bear was getting dressed. He took some of his belongings, leaving behind the pipe, lighter, and baggie. Then he left. I was all alone again.

My destroyed ☣️ cunt after 9 loads at the bath house.

This chapter has more of an homage to other works. Less action, but wanted to pay tribute to stories that have inspired me in the past. If you need a good wank, check out the stories mentioned! —— 7. I felt movement, and that woke me up. Bear was waking up too. I nuzzled into him. It was dark outside again. I was tired, and a bit hungover feeling. I grabbed one of the Gatorade bottles and chugged it, offering Bear one too. He downed it. We cuddled some. It was really cute. The conversation was light, but we were both really engaged. He asked me if I had fun last night. I told him how I felt about each guy. What I liked and didn’t liked. He was taken back by how perceptive I was, even through my high. I told him about how skinny and bear#2 were fun. Gymboy was kinda bland and last guy was barely there? Mike was fun, but kinda mid since I already tasted his cock before. I can be like this with most guys. Unless I’m dating you or the sex was out of the his world and we are super vibing, I don’t like repeat dick. Sex with Mike was hot, and I was grateful he was responsible for all this basically, but I had moved on. Oops. He kept saying how perceptive I was, but he didn’t tell me why. Thinking about the night before started to make me horny. I still hadn’t cummed yet and I’m sure I still had drugs in my system. Bear played with my nipples and asked me if I wanted to keep being his little slut? I whined yes a bit, trying to act really coy. He asked me how I got to be so piggy, and I told him reading all the chasing and chem sex stories on there and cheating and cuckolding shit on Tumblr made me want the piggiest sex. He chuckled and asked me what stories I’ve read that turn me on most. I told him about “Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz” and how much I loved the scene of the Beast tearing apart that couple, ruining their sex life forever. I told him about how hard I came to “mild-to-wild” on nifty, when a guy hears his husband telling the god fucking him that he loves him. How devastated the guy was because his husband had only ever said it to him. I told him about my attraction to guys that are like the poz top from “Nameless Story.” by knockmeup770 on BZ. How I want to encounter a guy so manly that he makes me lose all my senses and just crave cock. I want to be reprogrammed, so I’m happy with a life revolved around sex and cum. A guy that is so hot, I would cheat on my boyfriend, quit my job, and start a new life. He listened intently, while rubbing one of his hands up and down my chest, grazing my nips every so now and then. He didn’t say much except grunt or scoff a few times, but I didn’t care because I knew he was listening.

Hi all, True to form, this story builds and will eventually include chems, so please be patient with me. I also promise to flesh this one more than previous stories. Enjoy! ——————— This story is inspired by true events. I was in a weird place. All my college friends just graduated a couple weeks ago. I should have been there with them, but instead, I was kicked out a few months prior. Depression and not knowing how to ask for help. To say I was feeling lost was an understatement. Didn’t know what the next moves would be, but I knew that I wanted to get home. Wanting a bit of alone time to think, I decided to drive home from New York to Colorado. Wasn’t trying to sightsee or be slow about it. Just wanted to be on the road for a few days in my own. Clocked 7-9 hours of driving every day and stayed at any roadside motel once the sun set. After checking out of my motel located near Chicago, I hopped in my car and started speeding through the highway. Didn’t stop by Steamworks or anything. Again was in a funky mood and wasn’t feeling particularly horny. Was on autopilot not realizing how fast I was going when I hear sirens and see a police car trailing me with the lights on. I pulled over and the police officer approaches my car. I pull the windows down. “Hi, officer,” I said. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked. “No, sir.” “You were speeding and your registration is expired.” “I’m so sorry. I’m on my way back and will renew it then. I’m so sorry.” A moment of silence. I was panicking not wanting a ticket or to get in trouble with the law. This was before BLM took off, when it wasn’t as well-known how corrupt cops can be. (Yes I know there were news, but I was a clueless twenty year old. Wasn’t paying much attention to the news back then.) So I wasn’t as combative as I would be now. Quite the opposite. I was extremely deferential. “Get out of the car and follow me.” I did as I was told, walking to the back thinking I’m going to get arrested. “Front seat,” he said. A bit confused but too scared to really register what this all meant, I got in the front seat. “What are you doing in Chicago right now?” he asked A bit confused by the question, but I told him that I was on my way back home. “So you’re not here for IML?” Listen, I was young but not naive. I’ve been jacking off to bareback, chem, bug chasing porn and erotica for a few years by this point. In fact, I had been jacking off relentlessly to Treasure Island’s “Slammed” fantasizing I could be Jon Phelps. The way his pupils dilated and his face turned demonic after being shot up. I was afraid of needles, but craved that carnal energy. I wanted to be ravaged by hot, sweaty men. Men with guts. Men with abs. Smooth or hairy. Old. Young. Didn’t matter, as long as they had big cocks and would dump their loads into me. I wanted to be owned. To be gangbanged. Live as a cumdump. Deep down I wondered if I was meant for the normal corporate life. If getting kicked out was a sign that I was meant for the road less traveled. Maybe do porn or sex work. Or be someone’s sex slave. Didn’t have a great relationship with family anyway, so they probably won’t care if they never hear from me. I had a dirty mind and the benefit of youth. My body was toned and naturally hairless. I worked out a few times a week and ran, but didn’t have the typical musical gym bodies you see now on social media. I had a tight chest with large nipples and abs. I’ve been told though, my best feature is my face. To this day, I still have an incredibly boyish face. Large eyes, soft nose, plump lips. I look submissive. Because deep down I am. “Why are you here?” I think I knew where this was headed, but I had to tread lightly. My fear quickly transformed into excitement. I started shaking a bit, but I tried my best to stay cool. “No, sir, I’m not here for IML. I do want to go at some point though.” “Oh you do huh?” His right hands moved slowly to his crotch, and he squeezed ever so slightly but enough to leave no room for doubt for anyone closely watching. I was closely watching.

Chapters will be told from David’s perspective from now on. — 2. Stupid fucking bitch deserved to get pozzed. When he told me he was taking a gap year to apply for law school, while riding my bare cock telling me all these fucked up things? Why does he get to have a good life as a lawyer while I’m stuck being a waiter for dumb flight passengers? I figured out life wasn’t fair years ago. Parents treated me like crap. Teachers told me how dumb I was. People always treating me like trash, so I decided to embrace how rotted I truly was inside. But what fun would it be to be outwardly evil? You gotta lure people in. Convince them to fuck up their own lives. I was 23, young, and attractive. That dumb Asian faggot deserved all those poz loads. He’s going to be a dumbass lawyer for trusting a stranger so easily. Being a flight attendant has its perks. I get to stay in nice hotels during my overnights. Yes, it’s hectic not having a true home base, but I thrive from the anonymity. One of my favorite conquests was fucking up this guy training to become a doctor from New Mexico. Checked in to my hotel, cleaned up, and around 10 decided to hit the gay bars. Next flight isn’t until 6pm the next day, so I could go a little harder tonight. Chill crowd, but I spotted a couple. Super cute. One guy was tall, around my height 6’3”-6’4”, but less meat on his bones than me. The other was short around 5’7”, really muscular with a nice plump ass. He made my cock twitch. I had to have him. Walked up to them. Said hi and flirted by telling them how I saw them across the bar and liked their vibes. They laughed. The muscle boy was really into me. I made a point to touch him and linger long enough so that he noticed and his bf noticed. I bought us a couple rounds of shots. After we were loosened, I asked who’s bottom and who’s top. Muscle boy is exclusively bottom. He made sure to make eye contact me with me when he said it. Other guy is verse. I knew right then how I would get to dump my load in muscle boy tonight. I told them I was exclusively a top, and how hot it was meeting two guys that take cock because I can never seem to find bottoms. This was a lie. I told them how much I loved playing with couples. This was not a lie, but not the full truth either. I love fucking up couples. Sewing doubt. Making them question their desire and loyalty to each other. “This is gonna sound strange, but as a top, I prefer fucking verse guys over power bottoms. Sounds weird, but I think verse guys appreciate it more since they split duties,” I laughed. This caught both the boys by surprise. Tall verse boy looked at me and blushed. I grabbed his arm and said, “Hey can you get us another round?” I volunteered this dumb fucker and he agreed, leaving me and his hot bottom boy alone. “Play along. You’re the one I want. But gotta earn his trust.” The bottom boy gave me a mischievous look and kissed me really quickly. I squeezed his ass and stuck my hands down his pants, fingering his hole a bit. I took it out when I saw his bf approach.

Hey, I was in Berlin 7 years ago, and headed over to a Thursday ( naked) night at LAB_oratory. I was older than the bulk of the guys there, and in spite of all those years reinforcing my height by whacking low door frames and plumbing, I stripped down and headed in to the heart of the bar, and the play. I went in with the wonder and excitement of a child, and it paid off. I had a Dutch guy take an interest in me and he began lining guys up to fuck me or get sucked . I was having a blast, he was getting off on the dynamics, and other guys were drawn in by the energy we were putting out (or off) . When I needed a break, I thanked the Dutch man, and walked around more of the club. Just outside of the bathroom area, there was a ceiling light shining down, and in that beam of light was the most amazing guy- likely in his late 20's, the whole blond hair blue eyes, and a body built not in a gym but likely on a farm. And a huge cock, uncut. And not a single dumb fuck had the balls to say hi to him, or to even try to connect. Maybe I was still flying from the earlier play, or as a tourist in town for a week, I could care less if he took offense to me interacting with him. I walked up to his side,less threatening his space, and gently ran my hand over his abs and up to his PECS, then lightly stroked his nipple, which produced an immediate response from his cock. We played in the beam of light, as others stood staring or passing back and forth to see from a better angle. He had been ignored all night- a stud in every sense of the word, and when someone paid him some attention he opened up and let his passion and kink take over. Before it was over, I had sucked his cock, been fucked by it, and then he pushed me up on one of the warehouse storage racks and fisted my ass. On the other hand, last weekend I did a trip back to a city where I had lived and worked for 19 years, I lost a partner there, lost track of friends, and since it was 24 years ago when I moved, some friends had died. As I drove in from the airport, I was appalled how badly the city had neglected basic things like road maintenance or trash removal. Crime in the city today is multiple times worse than it ever was in the years I was there. The police reported they only had 3700 cars stolen so far this year ! I went to the leather gay bar my 1st evening, and the bartender was rude and while I was the only person at his bar, found it more important to bitch to another employee about what had not been done. I left after 1 beer. I went back 2 nights later, and the place was busy, but I know i was in a sullen mood and sad about not recognizing even 1 person there. The result was, no one made any effort to chat or interact with me. The long and short( OK, mostly long, I know lol) What you put out is how you will be responded to. Focus only on that pimple that decided to appear, and no one will see you, just it. Keep a bit of humor and levity in your aura, and it will attract others who want to enjoy that .

Always needs filling

My body was pinned under his, while he fucked my sloppy hole. He was whispering into my ear about how much he preferred me looser and that he was going to keep training me to be his personal fuck toy. Listening to him made my dick get hard again and I could feel the wetness of my jock's pouch pressed between the bed and my shaft, only making me harder. He lifted his hard torso off my back, and replaced the pressure with his forearms across my shoulder blades. "Change the porn, boy. I want something nasty to match your chasing cunt," he ordered. Pinned as I was, I could only move my arms over the bed, searching for his phone. I found it up by the pillows and pulled it towards me. It was unlocked already, so I could navigate it with ease. I found one of my preferred pozzing videos and selected it. "Yeah, good boy. I love this one. We could make our own version if you wanted. Post it online and let other bug chasers enjoy watching you get infected. Do you want that?" He asked. "Oh that's so hot, Sir. I wanna see you fuck my hole on film. Show everyone what a pig I am!" I told him as he fucked me hard. "You feel so good inside me, Sir. I love your dick. You're so thick, I love it." "I know you do, pig. Your cunt's so relaxed around me. Loose little pig boy. Fuck. You want another toxic load, pig? You gonna beg like the filthy bug chaser you are?" He suggested. "Poz me up, Sir!" I said, over the TV. "Give me your virus. I need it, Sir. I need to be a poz pig. Make me your loose poz pig, Sir. Fuck me up." "You're already a loose cunt, boy," he chuckled and pulled out. I moaned, feeling empty and craving something to be back inside me. I didn't have to wait long, as he straddled my legs and put his cock back up my hole. Moaning again, I heard him spit and felt it slap against my ring, before sliding slowly back inside. "Fucking slut. You feel so good, full of cum and loose as fuck. I love it. Fist pig getting pozzed. Fucking look at you, nasty cunt. I'm gonna bug you up. You want my bugs? Want my fucking bugs?" He was almost shouting as he thrusted his thick dick inside me. "Yes please, Sir. I want what you've got. Give it to me. Infect my hole, Sir. Bug my hole," I said back, matching his volume. "Give me your bugged up cum, fuck me with your diseased dick." He changed his pace often, slamming into me hard and fast for a couple of pumps and then slowly pushing as deep as he could, before sliding out completely and doing it over again. Without his arms or his weight pinning me down, I was able to lift myself onto my elbows and twist round to watch him work my cunt. I leant on one arm and reach back with the other, touching his chest, playing with his nipples and slipping a finger or two alongside his cock. "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me, Sir. You feel so good. You're making me feel so fucking good, Sir. Please don't stop. I need you to ruin me," I begged. "Mmm, good pig. Huff the poppers again. Relax like I'm fisting you again," he told me. I did as he had ordered and once I'd capped the bottle and twisted back to keep my hands on the god straddling me, he gave more instruction. "Now stretch your cunt, boy. Fingers in like before. Yeah, like that. Good boy. I said relax!" He yelled the last part, surprising me. I concentrated on my ass and let it loosen as much as I could, whilst pulling my fingers apart, to stretch myself. "Fuck yeah! Good boy. You'll make me cum if you keep it up. Do you want me to cum again?" He asked. "Yes, Sir. I want your cum inside me. I want your poison load. Please don't pull out!" I pleaded. "Oh you know I don't pull out boy. Especially not out of unprotected cunt like yours. You're gonna take my bug and you're gonna say thank you." I dropped my face into the bed and reached back to my hole with my other hand. I slipped my other two fingers in and pulled against my already stretched hole. I was opening myself up and I could hear the sloppy noises as Sir pumped into me. I begged some more. "Please infect me. Poz me, Sir. Give me the gift. Bug me up. I'm ready for it. Make me poz." "Bug chasing little pig. Listen to yourself. You're so fucking hot. Nasty cunt. You want my HIV? You wanna be HIV positive? No prep, raw fuckers like you get infected. You want my unmedicated viral load? Want it? Want it?" We spoke over each other, getting louder and louder until he lost all words and grunted in time with his thrusts. I knew he'd cum again, but I couldn't move with him sat on top of my legs, so I stayed where I was. He kept his dick balls deep, against my fingers. "Fucking hell, boy. You're perfect. I can't believe I found a bug chaser like you," he said. He pushed his hands into the bed and lifted himself off my legs, pulling his dick out slowly. I felt the slickness of a new load coating him, as he glided past my fingers and out of my hole. "Thank you, Sir." I said, slinking myself off the bed and onto the floor, turning over as I moved. I grabbed his balls and swallowed his dick, making his body quake above me. He tasted amazing, as usual. As I cleaned him, I felt his hands on my head and heard him moaning quietly. After a few seconds, he pulled me off him. "Don't swallow," he said, as he got down on his knees and kissed me.

6. I was so happy that I hugged him extra tight. I think he was happy seeing how happy I was, even if he didn’t show it in the same way I did. He pushed me on the bed and lifted my legs about his shoulders. He fucked me slowly. They were intentional thrusts. They were also hitting something amazing in my ass. He started pounding harder and faster. He spread my legs wide and used them to give him better leverage. He started pounding, and I begged him for his load. He crawled on to the bed, and I cozied up next to him asking for more drugs. He said no. He told me to come join him on the bed. There was no way I could sleep feeling this wired, but he seemed like he was about to nod off. I prolly did way more drugs than he did, which might explain it. “I don’t think I can sleep, sir,” I said. “I’m still so horny and awake.” He said if I can’t sleep then be a good but and go stock up on Gatorade. Get at least 6 or 7 big bottles. And if he’s still asleep, then I should go get some cock. But I better be here when he wakes up. Found the nearest gas station and stocked up on Gatorade, came back and he was still sleeping. I was horny, but not as horny as before, but still needed some cock. I didn’t want to stray too far and was nervous about bringing someone back here and disturbing Bear. I thought of the front desk guy, wondering if he’s still here. I changed into a sluttier tank top that showed my nipples and stripped my shorts to just a pair of white boxer briefs. I went downstairs to the lobby and rung the bell. He came out from the back, stopped, and took in the sight of this young, scantily dressed boy in his motel near the side of the highway. I thought about how to approach this. Play it coy or commit? I committed and just said to him I’m feeling really horny and wanted to know if he needed any help. Not sure if he was expecting that, if he’s so used to the clientele, or if it’s this time of year due to IML bringing horned dogs far and wide to the area, but he just told me to go to the back. In no time, he was fucking me. The fuck wasn’t that hot, but the scene was. Me being so forward and slutty was. So it was overall a hot experience. I begged for his load. As he pulled out and recovered, I asked him if there are any other guests that he thinks may be down. After taking a moment to collect himself, He said I’m really hungry huh? I said yes! Just need more cock and cum from anyone. He looked convinced, reached for his walkie talkie, and told the other person on the other like to come to his office. He’s got a hot surprise. A few minutes passed, and a guy dressed like the janitor/cleaning staff enters. He was darker skinned and looked very middle age. Big gut. Rough but not rugged. Like a hard working man, but not one that was physically intensive. Just one that seemed to drain his soul, except for moments like this. I took that as my cue and started shaking my ass. I pulled my cheeks apart and winked my hole. Not wasting a moment, the new guy unbuttoned his pants and slammed his small cock into me. He fucked me fast and frantically, and came. The whole thing was really hot. I didn’t think Bear was up yet, but honestly I was starting to get a little tired at this point. I went back to the room, got naked, and cuddled up to Bear. Fell asleep in his arms. Wasn’t the best sleep honestly, but Im glad I got some sleep.

Chapters 4 and 5 here for you pigs. Combining them into one post because I don’t want to hit post limit, and I want to push out a few more chapters for y’all. Keep feeding my vanity, and fuel my dirty brain. It’ll help inspire me to keep writing. —- 4. I drove to the parking lot of the seedy motel where he told me to meet him. He told me to tell the front desk to look up Mike. The clerk gave me a look and then went to the back to grab my room key. He wasn’t hot like the cop, who I was now assuming is Mike but not fully sure. In my current condition, I would have let the front desk guy fuck me in a gang bang. He was dressed like a school teacher in clothes a bit too big for his smaller frame. Taller than my 5’7” by quite a lot, but he was lanky and skinny. Prolly in his late 30s-early 40s. Face was a bit sunken, but otherwise not that memorable. He gave me the key card, told me my room number, and told me to enjoy my stay. His voice sounded a quite sarcastic? Maybe a bit taunting? I don’t know. I still can’t pinpoint it to this day. I went up and put my luggage to one side and made myself comfortable. After replaying what just happened a couple times over, I finally decided to take a shower and debated whether or not to douche and waste the load inside me. Decided to douche but squeeze some of his load and ate it. Salty and a lil bitter. Heaven. Was still super in heat since he didn’t let me cum and told me not to play with myself. To be honest, I would have still been in heat even if I did cum. I was in my early twenties getting to live out one of my darkest fantasies. I don’t think I need to explain further. I wasn’t going to disobey him and fuck up my chances of living out my fantasy of being used by a bunch of hot guys. If his friends are anywhere near as hot or manly as him, I would be so fucking happy. So I cleaned up, douched really well, put on some lotion and sat on the old bed sheets with just my boxer briefs. Didn’t have a jock back then. I remember going scrolling on smutty shit from BreedingZone, nifty, adam4adam, BBRT, and Craigslist to keep myself horned up. Some time around 9ish, I heard the sound of someone entering a key card and the door handle turning. I sat up and in walked this big guy, not the cop from earlier. He had a big beer belly. Tall. Handsome, round face with full beard. Incredibly manly though. Can’t explain it, but he had this commanding presence. He was wearing a blue short sleeve shirt unbuttoned over a white tank top and some chinos or something like it. He snorted looking at me. It was just him, and I was a little confused and honestly turned off. I was expecting the hot cop and his friends. Not this guy. Maybe this is one of his friends and he’s coming later? He commanded me to come to him. I instinctively obeyed. I stood in front of him nearly naked while this man towered over me. He inspected my body and his face looked please and without warning, he pulled me in for a deep kiss. It was so powerful. Passionate but more powerful and commanding than the cop from earlier today. There was a possessiveness to it? It was hot. I was melting into his dom energy even if I wasn’t turned on by his body exactly. At this point, I didn’t appreciate the vast beauty of all body types. I was turned on by the dad bod, but wanted a “toned” dad bod. A bigger guy that was “toned.” Still very much brainwashed into associating anything that was toned with hotness. Now I appreciate all body types. I believe this encounter opened my eyes to the beauty of all men. Fat with no muscle definition is hot as long as the guy is unapologetic and commands respect and attention. I’ve also learned that muscles are useless if the guy is meek and can’t dominate me. So I was reluctant to give myself fully to guy because he was fat, but his energy was already making me mushy. He picked me up effortlessly and put me on the bed. So gentle yet so commanding and strong. He kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed resting against the headboard. He told me to come to him so I crawled over and rested in his arms. It was really tender actually. He wrapped one of his arms around me and pulled me into him for another kiss. His other hand exploring my body. His skin was so rough against mine. Callused, but his hand was so big. His palm practically covered my enter abs. He started playing with my nipples and that drove me crazy. They’re like my “overdrive” switch when I’m horny. They can’t turn me horny but will drive me crazy if I’m already horny. This made me go mad for him and I started squeezing his tits and belly and face. I even broke off this kiss by diving into his pits. He was a little musky already. I could tell he had freshly showered because of traces of body wash fragrance, but there was a natural musk to him already seeping out. It was a little sweet too mixed with the shampoo or whatever it was that he also had on. He kept playing with my nipples, and I was like a dog on a mission. Lifting up his tank top and licking his nipples and belly. Licking his pits. It was so magical showing him how much of a sub slut I was. After a while, he shifted his weight and reached into his pocket and pulled a small box. He opened up and held up a glass pipe and a small baggie of white rocks. He prepped the glass and started lighting it. I’ve done drugs before but never T. Loved me a good roll or some coke. Even tried G and K. Had shrooms, acid, addie, lots of weed, but I drew the line at T. Don’t know why, but just did. So I knew this was a crucial point. But I remembered Jon Phelps, how depraved he got after getting shot with what I assumed was T, and how badly I wanted to live that out. I didn’t think much further and put my mouth around that pipe and inhaled when he told me to. I sucked the bowl clean, and he loaded up the pipe and did it again and told me to suck some more. I took like 5-6 big hits and felt so warm and good. It was tingly. It was cold, but not cold and kinda warm at the same time. I was trembling. I was so horny. My mind started racing and I was so hungry for cock. I started babbling again. Yes I am a babbling tweaker. Sue me. Babbled all the things I said to the cop about wanting to be gang banged, live the life of an owned cum dump, get whored out for money. I started telling him about some of the stories I read on BZ like “Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz.” (If y’all haven’t read this, please do. I credit this story and “Slammed” as the sources of my slut awakening.) I told him about how the guy from the story was sold by his dad and this manly Beast took him in to train him to take all cocks. Homeless cocks. Bathhouse cocks. I told him how the Beast fucked two boyfriends and hid his poz status by wearing a thick jock, and taunted the boyfriend not being fucked asking him if the bottom ever moaned like this when they fucked. And how he Beast essentially broke them up when he got the bottom to beg for the Beast’s load even though he didn’t allow his bf to cum in his normally. “Get on my cock, boy.” Was all he said. He didn’t tell me to shut up or that I was talking too much. He let me be myself and enjoy the high how I wanted. To repay him, I eagerly straddled him. We were both naked by this point. And I had been fondling, licking, sucking his cock and torso for a while in between my babbling. He had also smoked some by this point too. And while my cock shrank so much, and I mean it was a nub—virtually nonexistent, his was so big and girthy. Massive cockhead that was the same width as the rest of his cock. Veiny and a slick. God it was so fucking beautiful. He was so bushy too. Like he hadn’t shaven in a while, so my saliva and his sweat were trapped in the bush. I poured lots of lube on his cock and lowered myself on it. I took a sniff of poppers and just went to town. We’d kiss every now and then. At one point, he grabbed both my hands and told me to lean all the way back. So I let my weight fall backwards and he supported me by holding on to my hands. Then he started fucking me hard. I was in heaven and wanted more. We switched between me bouncing on him and him fucking me in that same position. My hole felt amazing. No pain. Every thrust was like a mini orgasm. The T made me feel so good. After some time, he pulled me back to him and grabbed the pipe. He loaded it and put a much larger amount in the bowl, melted it, and told me to inhale all of it. At first, the smoke didn’t clear no matter how much I inhaled, but I realized he kept lighting the bowl. Damn this was hot. And as I sucked I heard the door open. — 5. I turned my head to see Mike(?) walk in with four other guys. Damn they were all so fucking hot. Two guys really chiseled and the other two dad bod but toned. I was so turned on seeing them. They looked at me with hungry eyes. All looked pleased or turned on at the sight of me riding this bear and sucking on this pipe. I exhaled a big cloud and felt so slutty. I was looking at the new guys, mesmerizing by hot guy when the Bear grabbed my face and kissed me. My focus was back on him. His big hands grabbed my back and nipples and played with them as we kissed, and I grind back and forth on his cock. The Tina made me so horny and my hole so hungry that his cock felt like it belonged in there. I felt the sweat on his belly as his rubbed against mine. We broke the kiss and he just looked at me. It was deep and I felt this strange connection to him. We were communicating something serious and intimate, though I don’t know exactly what. But I knew it was. A stare that lingered even after it broke off, as the other guys in the room all got naked and surrounded us. As I broke off the stare to admire the new men around me, I felt a bit of guilt for breaking off the stare. Almost sensing my guilt, I felt the invisible rope that gripped me to him loosen. I somehow sensed that his intensity had loosened, allowing me to have the slutty fun I’ve been craving. These guys were all so hot. There was Mike with his greying hairy chest and tight body. He was in good shape. Hard to tell what he does exactly, but he looked toned with a bit of a soft belly. Then there was gymgod guy who my eyes went to immediately after Mike. Damn he looked so good and wide. Man he was ripped and had a more classic. Def the most wholesome looking, or rather life-yet-to-beat-down-on-you face to be more clear. Then there was skinny guy who left room between him, gymgod, and the another bearish guy. He was clean shaven. Toned and skinny. I’d imagine my body would look the most like his in my late 30s keeping up with the same fitness routine I had back then. He had a laid back vibe to him. Then there was bear#2. He was like a smaller version of the first Bear, but he looked more toned. His arms were more muscular-looking. Not as hairy, but still some fur. The last guy took up the least amount of space, physically and energy-wise. He seems turned on, I think? I remember him fucking me, but it wasn’t as memorable to be honest. I am about vibes and connection during sex. Does it feel authentic? Are we actually vibing? Are my needs being met? His? What’s the flow? Also very cerebral as I’m sure you’ve picked up by now. The Bear tapped my ass a couple times and I took that as a signal to get off him. I gave him a look making sure that’s what he wanted, and he nodded. So I got off him and stood up so he can get up too. He stood up and went over to the armchair in the corner. He told me to clean his dick before he left, so I did. Happily of course. I turned my attention and body to face the five guys before me. I was in heaven. I was craving the gymgod, but I wanted to thank Mike (by the way, to this day still don’t know his name) for setting this up, so I went to him first and gave him a big kiss. I kissed me back. One hand held the back of my head, while the other thumbed my small clit of a penis. He asked if baby has been up to no good? And I said yes. He asked me if I felt good? I said yes? He asked if I wanted to keep feeling good? And I said yes! “Baby want to get more fucked up tonight and take our cocks? Take our loads in your cunt?” “YES!” Damn he was winding me up and got me going goading me like that. I wanted more drugs inside me. Didn’t care what they were but just wanted to get more fucked up. Wanted to be a shell of myself and give in to my hole. Aside: this is where I think I’m not a good whore and can benefit from a dom training me irl. I don’t really like sucking cock. I’ll do it and have been told, “Oh I’m cumming!” by the guys I do it to, but my joy is getting fucked. I feel so complete with new cocks. Raw cocks. Thick and big. Ones that open me up. So as this story develops, I don’t really dive into more sucking unless it’s something that really stands out or is key for your understanding of the story. In general I don’t form lots of memories when I suck probably because I often disassociate. If a dom wants to train me, hit me up (shameless plug). Back then I also didn’t really differentiate between cut and uncut cocks. They were either thick or not. Long or not. Skinny or not. I’m more discerning now, so to the cut/uncut lovers who notice the obvious, and often blatant omission of foreskin descriptions: I’ll do better. I’m sure I was already tweaking pretty hard by this point. I was going back and forth kissing all the guys and rubbing their bodies. I was feeling so good and pretty out of body with my forehead sweating but every now and then I could feel the coolness of the AC hit me. They were all so hot in their own ways. All the touching and kissing got me so excited and I begged someone to fuck me. I got on all fours and wiggled my ass. Mike mounted me first and started slamming into me. I begged for some lube. He pulled out and poured some on, and went back to hammering me. My hole was so hungry. I don’t ever recall being able to take dick that well. Mike felt like home at this point, comparatively. Fucking him was less carnal than earlier in the day, but was still hot. Bear#2 gave Mike a look and moved towards my ass. Mike slid out and made room for bear#2. He was thick, godamn. He grabbed my neck and pulled me closer to him. He then moved one of his hands to play with my nips. Fuckkkkk me up. I was in heaven. He was snorting into my ear, calling me a fag. Calling me a worthless piece of shit. Saying I’m going to get so trashy in a few years. That he wouldn’t want to touch me when I’m washed up and that I should be grateful he’s willing to fuck me now. I remember feeling split about what he said. On one hand, it meant that I still looked good and was desirable, and that made me want to lean in and seduce these hot guys to do dirty things with me. On the other hand, it made me question how many of these drug escapades I have left before it starts showing. Should I not go so hard tonight? I said to myself I think what’s been going on has been fine so far. No needles. And I’ll stop after we check out. Damn he was so rough and sexy. So piggy. He asked the forgettable guy if he wanted a turn. He fucked me and honestly don’t remember much. Like I said, I’m very big on energy and connection and this guy didn’t really give me much. It seemed like he was down but also wasn’t fully there? He was hard. They all were, but it was whatever. This was the first guy and cock that made me not really appreciate it. I remember thinking about what the next cock would feel like, or really present for the current guy. The skinny guy then came up and damn he was really chill. He fucked me slow. Gave long strokes felt so good. He was also pretty perverted. He told me to prop up, so I was on my hands instead of elbows. He kept his rhythm, but leaned forward and also started taunting me. Telling me that he loves fucking whores like me. He asked me how old I was. 24. Asked if I love raw dick? Of course. Said that he bet I wanna be owned as someone’s sex slave? I did! Asked if I want to be whored out and cash cow for these guys? I did! I told them to sell my ass for cheap like $20/fuck because I want to challenge myself to make lots of money by having lots of guys fuck me! He said that’s illegal and he could throw me in jail. But that I would prolly like that because then I can just service all the guys there. Would I like that? To be the jail whore? I said I would!!! I would love to be the jail whore. Damn he was hot and we had good banter. And last but certainly not least, the gymgod told me to flip on my back and scoot to the end of the bed. He eagerly obeyed and he started fucking me. It was so beautiful. He was so beautiful and muscular. The way his pecs and abs popped. But you know what? The fuck was really bland. He was horny and thrusting lots, but there was no chemistry. It felt like he was just going in and out of my ass, and compared Mike, both bears, and skinny guy, the one was also really just ok. I honestly don’t even really remember much about his cock—that’s how forgettable it was. Ironic that he was the one I was most drawn to initially. I needed verbal, dom energy. Guys who were pigs. This guy was just pretty. Skinny guy took out his own pipe and started smoking. Offered it to the other guys, but they said no. Turned to me and just gave me a smile that screamed I already know you want some! I smiled ear to ear, and propped up so he could feed me. I took as much as he wanted to feed me, and I felt warmth wash over my body again. Damn I was having such a good time! Don’t know what time it was, but I never wanted to night to end. After some more thrusts, the gymguy pulled out, and my hole felt so empty. It also needed a bit of a break, it felt nice. As guys were settling in and made themselves comfortable, I walked over to Bear and sat on his lap and made out with him some more. It was so tender, I can’t explain it. In such an animalistic setting, I was feeling really attached to the Bear. I was caressing him and nuzzling my face into his. Somehow I knew he would take care of me and also help me fly to the next level. I started to get a bit antsy thinking about the other guys and being a good slut and pleasing them, but I forced myself to sit with the Bear a bit longer. It felt so nice, and I hugged him before leaving and told him I want to get really fucked up. Even more than I am now. And that I’m really excited and scared, but I really want it. He told me I was a dirty slut, and that he will make me feel better than I can imagine. He lit up the pipe and fed me a bit more, and we shotgunned. The rest of the night was a bit of a hazy blur from this point. I smoked a lot more. Time was broken up into phases of the night. The first phase where I still remember lots of details. The blurry phase where skinny guy was still smoking. The blurry phase after forgettable and gymguy came and left. Then Mike left. Bear#2 was really hot and fucked me really well. In another universe, I would see myself smitten with him, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the Bear. I remember at one point making an effort to not break eye contact with Bear while bear#2 was fucking me to convey to him that this guy would never be as dom in my heart compared to him. He whispered something so fucking smutty as he came. Then he left too. Then the skinny guy stopped smoking and at some point left. All the loads were pumped deep inside me. I remember at some point thinking about how I just needed more cum. I couldn’t really savor each load and appreciate it, because I wanted another cock to load me. I was a bit more consumed with getting the loads at some point than the fuck itself. It was still hot though. Then light peered through the window. I started panicking at the thought this was going to end because I didn’t want it to. I have still having so much fun and still so high. I wanted to keep playing and explore this side of myself. I didn’t want to go back to reality. I turned to the Bear and started vomiting how I felt. He said if I wanted to keep playing, then it’s going to get more intense. I said I didn’t care and just wanted this to keep going. He asked if I was sure, and I said yes. There was a long pause. He looked into his eyes pleadingly. I don’t know what he was thinking, but he looked at me really intently. Then he walked to the hotel phone, called the front desk and told them to extend the stay through Monday morning. I was so fucking happy.

3. Damn that thick, long really erect dick. You could see he was horny based off how hard he was. I finally exhaled. I felt such a strong warm tingle wash over my body and head. My vision went blurry for a moment, but I got it back quickly enough to find his cock and grab it with both hands. I was exploring but also jacking him off with the deliberate up and down motions. I started slobbering. I sucked and I gagged. He smelled and tasted so good. The saltiness. The chunks of fabric and dirt. The gritty pubes. I fucking loved every bit of it. I had to have him inside of me. I needed to take his load. I wanted for this man to take me to a cheap motel and do time what was done to Jon in “Slammed.” I begged him for his cock. I started babbling as I often do when really horny. I confessed my deepest desires to be owned. To be whored out. To be drugged up. In hindsight, confessing to a cop that I wanted to do drugs and be a slut was not my smartest move. But it felt right in the moment. Also in hindsight, he would have been on the hook for hooking up with me like this, so I think I was safe. Sometimes I fear that my brain is too colorful and my desires too fringe. I don’t see or hear people around me talking about the same sexual desires I have. So I often fear that I’m too slutty. A genuine struggle between wanting to live the life of a free slut, but still chained by worrying about what others think of me. I remember also worrying after babbling to the cop that he would be disgusted and tell me to get the fuck off him, but he didn’t. He smirked devilishly and said I was fucked up in the head. But that I was special and he had plans for me if I was up for it. I asked him what he meant, and he said if I really meant what I said, he can arrange something tonight with him and some friends and we could really have some fun. My eyes lit up and I nodded and started trembling again. I was beyond excited. I couldn’t believe it. “Whatever you have in mind, I’m down!” I said. “I mean it. I’m down for anything. Any drugs. Any guys. If you want me to do it. I’ll do it. I’ll do them. Omg. I’m so down!” He laughed. He told me before he did anything, he wanted me to show him what I slut I was. To ride his cock and show him how well I can take it. I fucking leaped into his lap and straddled his cock so fast. I ask him for the poppers and he fed me a big whiff. I exhaled and asked him to spit on my face. He spat a big loogie with some saliva on my face. I wiped it off and added my own spit and coated his cock with it. My hole was so hungry for his cock. I was in heat. I lowered myself on to his cock while taking another deep hit. I was fucked up and riding him for dear life. My thighs and ass slapping against his thighs. He was supporting my weight and the force of each bounce. I was in heaven. I kept it up. Making out with him every now and then, but really focusing on opening up my hole and having that cock touch all of my insides. I wanted that thing to stretch me open and make me gape. I wanted to loosen it. To show up what a good slut I can be. This was my audition to be the next Jon Phelps. My prize would be scene 3 of “Slammed” where I got gang banged by his other cop friends while I was even more fucked up. I was riding to descend into depravity. I needed to show him I could handle anything he threw at me. His breathing quickened. He was letting out more frequent low moans. I picked up my pace and begged him to shoot inside me. I wasn’t on PrEP. Couldn’t afford it. He thrust into me and let out a big moan and called me a faggot bitch. I fucking nailed that audition.

Do you have any source for that insane notion that Stalin "legalized gay marriage" or that he "made straight marriage illegal"? Under the tsars, homosexual conduct was illegal (though certainly it was unevenly enforced). When the revolutionaries seized power, they abolished the entire criminal code (including the prohibitions against homosexual conduct) but that was not out of any enlightenment OR "elevating gays when it was convenient". Rather, it was a wholesale repudiation of the legal system that preceded the revolution. Even while homosexual activity was technically not illegal, it was still strongly discouraged, and by 1934 it was illegal again. Likewise: marriage as a legal institution was swept out as part of the legal purge of the tsarist regime, but that did not "legalize" gay marriage - it simply got rid of recognized marriage, period. That, too, was reinstated before too long, and it did NOT include same-sex couples.

I take event based and it is a real game changer. As you all know on here, sex is so much better bare, and you don't have to worry about condoms breaking or guys stealthing you. Yes, there is a higher chance of catching other STIs but at least having prep forces you into regular STI checks and they can be treated. The only side effect i have had is the loosening of bowel movements, but i have to clean out before meets anyway! And in the UK, Prep is free, thanks to our good old NHS.

I've worked my throat with a few toys from SquarePeg for over a decade to take bigger Cock, and reduce my gag reflex. The Supersoft silicone feels amazing down my throat. Either by training with Cock or toys, experience over time will help. If you go the toy route, be gentle with yourself and give yourself time. As some have pointed out, some tops really enjoy their throats gagging. When spit builds up or I encounter smells/tastes that turn me off, sometimes I still gag, so you probably won't be able to eliminate it completely....which is ok. Maybe you can learn to enjoy those gags. From one oral pig to another, enjoy the growing process. 😉

Out for dinner on Friday’s night with friends and family. On the way to the bathroom, spotted a very cute Latino looking guy, he gave me a big smile and I did the same to him. My head was a bit dizzy from Vino and didn’t quite register until I opened the bathroom’s door to leave, to my very surprise and shocked, he stood right in front of me. What a package for smaller guy. Saying he was completely versatile and on a short vacation. We exchanged the number and less than an hour later I received a message and location…. I couldn’t make it that night and rearranged for the next day late afternoon. I had been with number of guys my age and this one was a completely surprised with his aggressiveness, dominant and full with personality. I got to his hotel’s room and gave a knocking, he opened right away. Again with big smile, pulled my neck down and started face sucking with his hands grabbed and squeezed my butt’s cheeks. For less than a minute, he managed to get me naked and dragged me to bed. It was fast and furious, pushed me on my back, holding on my ankles and again with big smile on his face. Rubbing his fat cock on my asshole, stared at me and suddenly one big pushed, he was ball deep inside me. The pain and fullness piercing into the fresh, he grinded and gave me the devil look. Unprepared for this and didn’t want to chicken out, bitted my teeth went through with the pain. He leaned forward for a lips locked and hammering my hole for 5 minutes and it seemed like hours. The big mushroom head did the damaged and made it thrilled. Never before my assring being stretched to an extreme . Judging on his face, he enjoyed popping in and out my assring…. Soon my hole got loose and he pushed my feet over my head with only his toes on touched the mattress, he did a long and furious strokes. The sweat was dripping from his face and chest onto my body. For 20 minutes, I was being used and it registered in my head I’m being used and happy with it…. Near the end, he slowed down, lips locked and hugged me tightly, and again started to hampering into me with a quick jabbing. With a loud noise and tongue fucking my throat:::: he exploded. He stopped for 20 seconds to catch his breath, “how was it” he asked me. Today, Sunday, I still feeling it, and as they say, good fuck lasted days. A very very good surprise from a smaller compact Latino guy… a cute little one definitely on my short lists. He texted me next day and looking for a repeat on his next visit…. Can’t wait.

My husband and I went for an early run on the beach. (Long story short we wake-up early and because our dog died two weeks ago and we need to change it up and get out of the house.) Hard run, shirtless, sweating like pigs, and we run by three guys going the other way. About thirty minutes later two of the three are coming back and stop us; the shorter one pulls his shorts down and is fully hard. My husband fucks the taller one of them bent over a rail with his hairy bubble butt out for anyone to see. The shorter one who waved his hard-on has me bent over next to his friend and bones me like it’s closing time at the bar; fast and furious. Sweat for lube for all of us. The smaller guy was loud and verbal; when he got close his dick got about twice as thick inside me (still nothing like my husband’s behemoth horse-cock) and his fucking got twice as hard and deep. Felt like he was ripping my chute up and made me yell when he flooded me with his spunk. On the run back couldn’t keep it all in and all I could think was, “Hot damn; something to post!” That and that anyone seeing me would see the growing cum spot in my thin light blue Jeb North shorts. LOL We got back about 45 minutes ago and I couldn’t post until now because my husband told me what a slut I am and gave me a really hard fuck of his own. Hurt so fucking good; took him a while to fuck out his always-huge load so his Red Bull-thick 9” cock really tore-up my guts until he blew his wad and added it to the anon load from the beach. After I couldn’t get his dick in my mouth fast enough to clean it; savored the flavor combination! 🐷 What a great way to start a Saturday!

2. That was all I needed. I was young but not dumb. But I wanted to let this play out a bit longer. At this point, we were simply roleplaying. “Yes, officer. I’m so sorry about speeding, sir. Is there anything I can do to ask you not to ticket me? Anything,” my voice trailed but firm enough to emphasize I wanted to do anything he wanted. “Anything huh, boy?” He looked at me. I looked back. Silence. My eyes scanned his face. Chiseled. Sweaty and tan. Scruffy. Greying hair, but still mostly black. Sharp nose. Strong jawline. Rough skin. Big lips. He smirked, and his eyebrows quickly flexed down in the direction of his crotch. Through the fabric, it looked strained. Perhaps from the layers from the uniform, the position he was in, or that he had a big cock. My hole twitched. My heart started racing. My feet trembling slightly. He grabbed his crotch again and that was all I could handle. I lunged forward, grabbed his cock, and started slobbering over the fabric. I’m licking his pants for dear life, buckling my ass back and forth. He grabbed my hair and stopped me. He motions to the backseat. So we both hop out and move to the backseat. He starts undoing his shirt, unbuttoning one by one. He takes it off to reveal a white sweaty tank top. I dive in and sniff his pits. I go crazy rubbing my face in his sweaty, hairy pits. He raises his arms to give me better access. After a few minutes of that, he pulled my hair and moved my face to his, giving me a wet, passionate kiss. I was so turned on by this situation. Feeling so slutty with a cop on duty. And by the way he was kissing me, I could tell he was turned on too. I took off my shirt and shorts. I was naked (went commando babyyyyyyyy!). He unbuckled his big belt and unzipped his pants. I felt a small bit of heat release. I dove in and sniffed. It was so musky and warm. Smelled of old and new sweat. A bit of precum and urine. Smelled so fucking good. Goddamn. I began licking and sucking to try to absorb some of his juices. He stopped me at some point, kicked me back gently but decisively, and kept his foot outstretched. He hopped up and took off his pants in one slow, but very smooth motion, and put the foot that had been resting against my chest down. He had to have been in great shape. What he just did took a lot of core and leg strength. Fuck my hole twitched. He was wearing a jock. Damn. He motioned me forward. He grabbed a small brown bottle from one of the compartments on his belt, shook it, and uncapped the top. He put his thumb over the top. With his other hand, he motioned me forward. I moved my face slightly lower than his to show that I belonged to him in this moment. He put the bottle under my nostril and plugged my other nostril with his other hand. “Sniff real good, boy.” I sniffed and I sniffed until my lungs couldn’t hold anymore air. I shook my head and he released me. I was turned on by everything. I was feeling the poppers, and it made me so horny. I dove into him. Lifted up his shirt and started licking and kissing. He pulled me up and we made out hard. It was so fucking hot. He fed me again but told me to hold it in for as long as I can this time. He then took off his jock and out jumped his thick ass cock.

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.

chatting with this hot, huge, great bodied man, almost seemed to good to be true, he got right to the point and said he needed a hole to use and Breed on his lunch break. and of course I said, use my bubble butt please. sent address, he actually shows up! and holy wow. drops his pants and a 12 in, thick cock flops out. he says, suck it, then I hope you are able to take this raw. I drop to my knees. we goes balla deep down my throat the flips me over. Spits on my hole. then just goes balls deep. it hurt so good. he breeds me for an hour. my hole went numb within 10 min lol he shot such a huge load in me, after he got up, spank my ass and got dressed and left. I layed there, dripping his cum from my wrecked stretched hole. in complete bliss. I get a message 10 min later saying he's coming back after work to pound me again.

From: tinarosebud66@gma..dotcom Date: 06-06-24 15:26 Subject: hey Message: Love to work you open. and feed you fresh poppers during session as well as a top-up slam with my fist inside you as you slam. We played years ago...in 2019...you came all the way out to Wattle Camp past Nanango. And I was freaking out as defs was not the best 'venue'. I am keen as fuck to slam and then lay on y back and you straddle me for a 69, you slam as my tongue explores your hole, then as your rush hits drop down into a with intense frantic hole eating slurping sucking 69er! I'd Love to have another play...a LOT more tactile and experienced now...LOVE mutual hole fun...and these days am even starting to actually get hard during a long session! I do often cum now as I'm rushing, out of my semi hard cock, then I get really slutty /piggy. I can even fuck with my cock sometimes now when partying, as well as with toys and fist. Do you host at all? I even have a fuck machine now...the pic of the toys I attached to this message, all those toys except the bottom big thick black one fit on the fuck machine. Hot to set it up so that triple ribbed toy in front of my big toe in the pic is punch fucking your warmed up slutty hungry hole while you on all fours, and me on my back on bed with you eating me out as I control the fuck machine with the wireless remote...own you slutty man cunt...then swap places, I eat the fuck out of you while machine wrecks me! Does that interest you? Is my memory correct in thinking your name is Steven? And you used to play with Shane out at Thornlands before I met you? Brian here ----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: name withheld Date: 06-07-24 21:00 Subject: hey Message: Hi Brian, you'd be correct, in that my name is Steven, and I from time to time went over to Shane’s, When he live in Thornlands, for play session's in his room downstairs,(small room, was meant to be a office).For a room that small It on occasions have 5/6 guys playing. I have a few good memories from times i was PnP ing. One can't forget, being totally naked, and Shane and myself in full swing, getting into it, off chops, and his Mother is calling out, about how he's meant to give her tablets, that she was on. Shane yelling back yes Mum give me a few minutes. Then don't come in here Mum, go back upstairs, before you'd know it, the door would be sliding open, and The Mum would be inside the room, and Shane within 2 seconds ushering her back out and sliding the door closed, as he walked her back up the stairs. I remember travelling for hours to Wattle Camp, ( its was from arranging between each other, I’d come. It was yourself that, wanted me to come, I believe that I meet you at Aus Dan’s, during a Play session a few weeks before you asking me to come. It was fucking hot that you got me to Blast myself, as you eat my arse out. The feeling of the rush, taking me onto higher levels, and my arse lips just surrendering your tongue, my hole just opening without me even having to think of what I needed to do to get my hole to open... It just did it and did what it was meant to, when it was meant to. Its been a long time since that night we played, and I'd like for us to get together for a long session, doing kinky things opening each other’s holes up. Your Ideas of some play, I’m keen for those, I use to on the odd occasion go to a guys place in Birkdale, he had the use of a fucking machine, there great fun, The triple headed dildo you was speaking of Punch fucking my warmed up slutty arse, I actually have that in my toy/Dildo collection. I’ve got a Few of the Doc Johnson Bombshell dildo's, they are on the largeish size (of my liking),whereas many that have seen them ,’Nah, they’re too big. Without even giving them a go....Pussies. I don’t really host at mine, just found that when I used to, I trusted one that I hosted, and a few time things went missing... so I’ve lost faith is the trust and good nature of people, hence not hosting. That way I’m not putting myself open to be in those moments. Where abouts are you located in Brisbane these days? I work every second weekend/and the other two are three day weekends off, would be better for us to arrange any wild nights to do it on the weekend I'm not having to work. I also don’t have a motor vehicle, thanks to those A/Holes who broke into my house (while i was sleeping) Stole $15 000:00 worth from inside, and also took both sets of Keys for the car +the Car. The offender where caught seven hours after I'd reported it to Police, Vehicle insurance Paid the loan out for the car, however left me without any funds to replace my car.so depending if you are in a position to host and where your located....We should look into booking Motel/Hotel room for 1/2 nights, and having our play then latter in the session, getting others to join us and, you owning my arse, sharing with other my hole for use...Im rather into having my arse owned and for the owner to use me as he chooses, or he gets other to use me Being a sub, bottom. Date: 16 hours ago at 10:00 Subject: Re: hey Attached: attachment(s) will be available until 06-18-24 20231022_1145541.jpg (6.21 MB) view open/save 20231022_1145541.jpg (6.21 MB) view open/save Hey Steven, you fucking PIGGY SLUT WHORE cunt!!! (I say that in admiration as those are medals of honour and took a lot to earn those names!) I never met you before you came out to Wattle Camp. I have chatted with Ausdan several times but never actually hooked up with him. Well...you and I mate...We are peas in a pod, birds of a feather, hungry as fuck to have our holes turned inside out whilst flying, and poppers being shoved under our noses and told to take 3...no 4 hits...up EACH nostril and to hold the last one...then release...and our slutty man cunts just yield and relax...pussies for sure I have the Doc Johnson American Bombshell Warhead...which I just re-read your profile and see you also own it (see what I mean about 'peas in a pod'????) I love to put it on my fuck machine, and once my manhole is warmed up, punch fuck myself with it at the fastest speed...not for the 'pussies' you mention. Have attached pic of my toys, all except the big black one at the bottom go on the fuck machine. I was at 'Wet Sauna'' a few months ago, and there was this kind of ‘oh aw ah' high pitched kind of noise coming from the cubicle next door and seriously before I realised, I’d said it, I said in a deep voice ‘For fucks sake, take it like a MAN!' My bad Steven? And holy fuck I never had Shane’s mum actually come into that little downstairs room! I did like his home-made fuck machine...went on it on all fours one hookup with him. He lined it all up and got it going with a big toy... I was in pig heaven...almost. I was moaning away, and he says how’s that ...I said 'great...but it could be better'. He says 'How so'...and I immediately say, 'Well you could go behind me, straddle the fuck machine and slide your cock in with it, double fuck me...' without hesitation he was hard and did exactly that...I felt him slide his hard cock into me above the huge toy attached to the machine...but within seconds he pulled out moaning, and said 'Holy fuck, that was so fucking good but I don’t want to cum just yet, that felt amazing!.... it was a great night... Another time as you walked into the room, on the right was an old armchair next to a lamp. He got me to sit in the chair and offer my arm, then slammed me...it hit, and I remember nim turning off the light , and the next thing I remember (3 hours had passed!!!) was the light was on, I was on the other side of the room on all fours and he was fisting me...rapidly... and I heard a voice chanting, and realised it was me...saying 'Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop'... and I was moaning like fuck. As for you not hosting...well... mate I trusted you at my place, and I will bring fuck machine and toys...if you are prepared to return the trust, I gave you, the money we would spend on a motel we could put into more gear. But if you are not comfortable with that, Motel is fine… Am only interested in Long REALLY fried no dramas mutual hole wrecking sessions. I am NOT a thief and expect the same in guys I hook up with.... ALTHOUGH quite happy to STEAL your ability to hold your hole in, and make it hang out of you all loose and sloppy and wrecked... and appreciate the same in return! I too am sick of dirty low life junkies stealing shit from me...it actually gives us dirty piggy slutty junkies a BAD name. For fucks sake, all I’m interested in is wild as fuck piggy intense connected mind-blowing man on man SEX! I also LOVE filming...I enjoy being filmed where the entire time my face AND my hole are 'in shot'... slam, rush hits, and my hole gets worked over, then post it online on my-slam.....Another thing I am keen on, is GIVING a slam while I've got either my fist or a big toy in you, then as you rush really work your hole open...and yes, would love same in return! Also making you snort BIG snorts, 4...no 5...of poppers, holding the last one in until I say 'release’... and you become a wired as fuck slut in heat.... Message me back mate with your thoughts...oh, and check out my story ‘Top Seeks Gay PnP Slave’ online, author name is ‘Ben Dover’…LOL

For my 26th birthday, I reached out to someone in my area who does edging sessions. His one condition is I have to refrain from cumming for at least a week. I agreed (spoiler: never made it to a full week). By the fourth or fifth day, I was going crazy and was hooking up with guys left and right on Grindr. The dude said no cumming, nothing about having sex. One night, I message this profile I’ve seen in my area but glossed over because he was second of third tier hot, but having fucked most of the first-tier guys that were interested, I was desperate. I went over to his place at 1am and he fucked me in a bed room without furniture. He was a flight attendant and didn’t bother investing in furniture. While the fuck was whatever, I was in major heat and told him all my dark desires of being gang fucked, no loads refused. He asked if I was on Prep and I said no, since I turned 26 and no longer qualified for parent’s insurance. He said that was risky, but if I wanted, he can set up a gang bang for me. My eyes lit up and asked him if he was serious. He said he’s always wanted to set one up and would take care of me. A few days later, he tells me to come over because he wants to dump a load. I rush over and after he fucks me, he tells me he’s found a few guys who are down. I’m so giddy and ask to see the guys he’s messaged. He opens Grindr and shows me, but I noticed that most if not all the dudes either don’t have their status, says poz, or poz undetectable. I ask him why, and he says he’s vetting them to make sure they’re undetectable because it’s safer than guys who have been untested. He is right, so I thank him for being so thoughtful. A couple more days passed, and I’m still in heat. Decided to forgo my edging session and just go full slut bottom mode. Making my rounds with guys from my neighborhood, with multiple repeat sessions. I get a message to meet him at this hotel near the airport. Go to the room and he’s inside. Tells me he has a few guys lined up for me throughout the night. I’m excited since it’s Friday, so there’s the extra fun that comes with the start of the weekend. He tells me to get naked and sniff some poppers. He offers me an edible to get me relaxed. I ask for his cock and thank him for setting this up. He fucks me really hard, harder than normal and tells me to enjoy his cum. He pulls out and feeds me some poppers, and tells me to be a good slut and show him I am slutty enough to live out my fantasies. I take this as a challenge and become determined to impress him. His name is David btw. First guy comes, and he looks very average. Unshaven pubes. A bit of a gut. Lots of untrained body hair. Average cock. Fucks me and calls me putah and maricon, and dumps his load and leaves. David tells me how hot that was, and I need to keep taking it like that. Then two guys come at same time. Seems like they knew each other. They both get undressed and say things like damn this is hot. Both look youngish, maybe mid to late 20s. They take turn fucking my hole and face. David tells them to cum in my hole and the second guy says to take his dirty load. Alarms go off in my head. I knew what that meant. Don’t know why I didn’t confront the guys before they left, but I waited until after and asked David if he was sure they were undetectable. He said yes, but they prolly like verbal poz play. I didn’t think much of it because I also like verbal poz play, which I also told him. He tells me he can instruct the guys who are also into verbal play to lean into it, and I said yes! Two more guys came at different times. They were less hot and really playing the poz verbal. Saying things like how they’ll get me pregnant. How sluts like me love and crave the gift. How I won’t have my boyish looks for long. Second guy made me beg for his poz load. Of course I did. It was so hot. Every time a guy nutted into me, David would feed me poppers, almost like a reward. Then this older daddy came. He had the body of a trucker, and kinda smelled like he had been on the road for a few days unshowered. I was so turned on. This guy was dominant and verbal. Really took his time. He told me that he bet I would still let him but inside me even if he wasn’t undetectable because sluts like me don’t care deep down. I was going along with everything he said until this point. David noticed and came closer to me and fed me some poppers. He told me to answer the hot man fucking me. Tell him what I really wanted. That I didn’t care if they were detectable, in fact I craved it. The poppers were hitting. The trucker dad was fucking me so good. I was feeling so good, when I just said fuck it and said that I would let him still breed me if he was detectable. He laughed and said he knew it. He started fucking harder and as he came, he told me to beg for his poz load. I screamed that I needed it and wanted him to get me pregnant with his poz babies. After he left, David started playing with my nips and told me that was so hot. That I love getting poz cum. He told me to tell him how much I wanted more poz cum. I confessed it was really hot and how I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I could always go on Pep after. He kissed me and said good boy. He would start looking for poz guys instead. He went back on his phone and within a few minutes, another guy came. Damn that was fast. I took three more loads that night from three more guys. I begged for their poz loads. David cuddled me and told me I was such a good boy, and asked how my hole was feeling. I told him it was super sore, but I’m glad we did it. He said he was falling for me, and I said I felt similarly. We spent the entire weekend together being really intimate. Then he said he had to go and won’t be back until the following Wednesday. After dropping him off at the airport, I realized the window for Pep had passed. I was a little nervous but didn’t dwell on it. I’m sure David only contacted undetectable guys. I heard from David increasingly less after. He said his work schedule was packed and he won’t get more long breaks for a while. A couple months after that fun hotel night, I got really sick. I told David and he said I’m a dumb bitch. Don’t contact him and go get tested. He told me that my young, innocent face deserved to get wrecked. Enjoy the bug. I was so shocked, but so turned on. I reached out to another fwb in my area and told him to come fuck me right away. FWB is a pig but was hesitant. He’s always had this fantasy of fucking someone while they’re passed out, and I’ve been reluctant. I thought hey, let’s barter. I agreed to let him give me some NyQuil and in exchange, he can do whatever he wants me with any of his friends, no questions asked. But he can’t film it, and loads have to go inside me. He came over. Anyway, David fucked me over, but set me free. He was a psychopath, but I wouldn’t be ok with taking loads with the door open at Steamworks on the regular without care if it wasn’t for him. Fuck you, but also thank you.

I had a decent night, by local standards, at Steam last night. There was at least enough fucking happening not to be a total boner killer, so I sampled quite a few holes, but only bred one. I would have bred 2, but the guy in the sling shortly before I went home pushed me away when I let him know I was close and unfortunately I had reached the point of no return and blasted all over the outside of his hole. After that disappointment I decided to see if I could get fucked one more time, and the booth bench where almost all of the fucking has been taking place recently was open. This bench is a against a wall and completely covered on the side opposite the wall, but bottoms can present their fuckholes at both ends. One end has a curtain the top can close for privacy and one end doesn't. I chose the end with no curtain, still covered in my own cum and 2 loads dripping out of my well used ass, and quickly had a cock depositing a 3rd load up my ass. Not my favorite feature to fuck or get fucked in since it limits the interaction with your partner and most tops leave before I can turn around and see who fucked me or the bottom doesn't even try to turn around and see who fucked them. Een if another guy is getting fucked on it at the same time I am, he completely ignore me. It also isn't conducive for groups, but guys won't participate in a true group dogpile here, so it doesn't make much difference. There has also been a lot of condom usage here lately, 2 of the guys I topped insisted I rubber up, and 3 of the guys who fucked me were covered. Since they are actually fucking I'm not really complaining. I have a trip booked to Palm Springs for the 4th of July and will have a night I can play in Las Vegas between now and the 4th, so I should get some satisfying sex soon.

3. We took the shots Alvin bought us. I thanked him by walking behind him and hugging him. I ran my hands up his torso, pretending like his hot bitch bf wasn’t there. From the outside, we prolly looked really hot together. Two 6’3” guys getting frisky. “Damn you boys are so hot. My cock is fucking hard as hell!” Some more flirting and chatting. Then I told Alvin to get us another round. He was a bit hesitant, probably clocking that I wasn’t asking his bf to get this round. I noticed and quickly thanked him for the drinks he got last time, telling him how horny I get when I’m drunk. “You make me feel good, and I’ll make you feel good later, baby.” And just like that, he walked to the bar. Dumb bitch. You see? The trick to fucking someone up psychologically is you have to be inconsistent. Praise them. But also confuse them. Be sweet. Then be cold. Make them feel like they did something wrong, so they work extra hard to earn their next morsel of attention and approval. “When he gets back, ask me to go to the toilet with you. Be loud and clear so that your cuck bf hears,” I said to the hot cunt. Alvin walks back with our drinks, and I take a sip and pretend to dry heave. “Ugh this is fucking gross! Damn wtf did you order?” “Um I got some jack and coke,” Alvin said. “I can’t drink this. It’s way too sweet. Thanks for getting this though. Since you got this, finish it so it doesn’t go to waste.” “Hey David, can you go with me to the loo?” “Oh yeah, sure thing. Alvin, hold down the fort and finish my drink for me.” I pushed the cunt boy into the largest stall at the end of the, pulled his pants down and started kneading his ass. It was so fucking plump and round. Freshly shaven too. He had this brown birthmark on his left cheek. Damn this boy was hot. I spat on my cock and shoved it in one motion. I had to be fast. He didn’t scream. He Just moaned and begged for it. I bred and him and screamed “Take my load you faggot!” loud enough for everyone in the restroom to hear it. I wiped my dick on the faggot’s face, pulled my pants up and left. I walked up to Alvin and gave him a concerned look. “How open are you guys?” I said. “Huh?” Alvin responded. “Vik (short for Victor) pulled me in the bathroom and tried to fuck me. He said you two were completely open and you play separately.” “Wait what? We’re not…” “Oh damn. I fucking knew it. Don’t worry baby. I turned him down, even though he showed me his ass and that birthmark of his. I don’t want him though. Like I said, I’m into verse guys.” Not my most elegant work, but still good enough for this dumb bitch. I saw his experience all the emotional states. Anger. Lust. Hurt. Confusion. Flattery. Lust again. Mentioning the birthmark was a good touch. “Hey I have an idea. Let’s show him how fucked up what he tried doing was,” I said. “How…” Alvin said, still in his feelings. “Well, I want to fuck you in front of him. Teach him that cheaters never win. I will give you all the attention to make him jealous.” He hesitated. I moved behind him and started grinding my body against his. Breathing hot air into his ear as I whispered how good I wanted to make him feel. How I wanted to teach Vik a lesson to never mistreat him like that. When Vik finally came back out, I took both their hands and said, let’s go to my hotel. It’s right around the corner. I got Alvin to pay for my tab before we left. What a dumb faggot.

I know it's bad form to cruise online when you are waiting for test results, but I guess that's the kind of whore I am. Besides, I was bored and nervous and needed to kill some time, so naturally I found myself on Scruff. Interestingly, there was this hot Latino guy who showed-up as nearby. Quite nearby, in fact. Less than 250 feet away. So I started a chat with him. Me: Wow! woof, you're cute Him: Thanks! you too. Me: Can I see your locked pics? Him: *unlocks* I look at his pics. His cock was uncut, about eight inches, and had a wicked down-curve. Me: Holy. Fuck. Nice cock! I know JUST where to put that! Him: It looks like you are close by. You at the clinic? Me: Yeah, I'm waiting for HIV test results. It's that time Him: Cool. glad you are getting tested. I'm a counselor here. Me: It must be hard to deliver the news and stuff Him: It's ok. It's important to be informed Me: Yeah, I guess it is. Actually, I can't believe I'm actually cruising while waiting for my results Him: It's understandable. We can't stop being sexual just because of HIV Me: Is it sick that I'm totally horny and want your cock right now? Him: Is it sick that I'm an HIV counselor and I want to fuck your ass right now? Just then the nurse came in and I had to put my phone away. She very perfunctorily informed me that I was negative, but would need to be tested again in six months due to recent sexual activity, adding that she would take me to the counselor to chat briefly about safe sex. With that she led me down the hallway to a private office where she introduced me to Michael. Michael, of course, was the counselor with whom I had just been chatting on Scruff! Oh, and Michael was HOT. He was probably about six inches shorter than me, had a slight, muscular build, but damn did he get the Enrique Eglesias looks! Plus he had a beautiful smile complete with dimples! I walked in and sat down as Michael closed the door. He shook my hand warmly and told me it was nice to meet me. We talked about my recent negative result and the fact that I could still be positive if the antibodies hadn't yet developed. We also talked about having safer sex and other diseases. Blah blah blah. Honestly, the standard preventive fare. When I got up to go we shook hands again and he said, "I get off in an hour... and would like to get off after that." What a line! He then rubbed his crotch suggestively while giving me an inviting smile. I grabbed one of his post-it notes and scribbled down my address and phone number, handing the slip of paper to him saying "I'm heading home right now and will be ready. And waiting." Sure enough he showed-up about an hour later, and I buzzed him up. Once in the apartment he wasted no time taking control by pushing me against the wall and making out. Then he broke off the kiss saying "Let's get naked. I don't have tons of time. I've gotta get home to my partner." "You have a partner?" "Yeah, does it matter?" "Well, no, not to me, but does he know?" "No, he thinks I'm a good boy, but I need sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, I believe you," I replied. Although his frankness was slightly unnerving, I was nevertheless turned on by the thought of his big cock fucking me, so I led him to my bedroom where we stripped. He pushed me down to my knees and I worked his cock. It wasn't super thick, but it was quite long. And the downward curve added a whole new dimension. Ordinarily I'm not much good at deepthroating, but fuck, Michael's cock was angling in exactly the right way as to slide down my throat, right past my esophagus. It felt incredible, especially as his foreskin provided dome extra smooth motion. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and gestured me up onto the bed, asking "You ready to get fucked? Where's your lube?" "In there," I replied, pointing to the night table, but adding "Umm, what about a condom?" "Do you really want to use one?" "Well, we just spent 15 minutes talking about safe sex, didn't we?" "Yeah, but bareback feels so much better, doesn't it?" "But you're an HIV counselor!" "So?" "And I just got tested AT YOUR CLINIC!" "And you were there getting tested because you are no angel, right? I bet you have been taking bare cock and enjoyed it but had a little scare which made you go get tested. Right?" "Umm...." "Okay, so some guys really get off on taking raw cock. I get that. I can't stop that. I can educate, but it really isn't going to change behavior. I mean, look at me? I know the risks and everything, and yet I love bareback sex." As he made these remarks he rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, teasing my ass lips. "You want me to bareback you, don't you?" he then asked, adding "It's okay to say 'yes'." "Yeah, kinda...." "So pass me the lube." "Are you neg?" "Nope, I'm poz." "Whoa, time out. You're poz and you want to bareback me?" Michael leans back from me and looks at me for a minute. He strokes his cock slowly, seductively, and doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. "Hell, yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to fuck that bubble butt of yours and leave my seed deep inside it. I want you to feel the throb of my cock as I cum inside you. I want to leave my DNA in your hole." "Maybe we shouldn't....." "Look. We both know you're taking raw cock. You've probably taken poz loads before, without even knowing. And I can see that you aren't turned off by the idea, because your cock is rock hard and drooling precum. You might as well just give in to your desires and let me give you a good fuck." "I'm just nervous...." "How about I warn you before I cum, and I can pull out if you want me to." "Um...." Then my body made its decision. I rolled over and got on all fours again, took a hit of poppers as he lubed his cock. And before I knew it, Michael was sheathing his eight-incher inside my ass. It was obvious that Michael had had a LOT of practice at fucking. He slowly, methodically fucked his whole dick into me from tip to hilt. Agonizingly slowly and pushing up inside my second ring. And the down curve was creating new sensations inside me. It was heaven! He picked up tempo and really started throwing all the meat to me. Hard. His curve kept popping up inside my colon, making me wince in pain every single thrust. He didn't care though. He told me to take it - to take his raw cock in my neg ass. "You know, I knew you were a cock pig if only 'cause you were on Scruff at the fucking clinic. I had a strong suspicion my cock would end-up being buried in your ass," Michael remarked. I chuckled in reply. Eventually his breath quickened and he told me he was getting close. I was actually getting close myself, because his cock was stroking the hell out of my prostate. I just moaned as he thrust away. "I'm gonna cum, man! Where you want it?" Michael asked. "Just keep fucking me!" "You fucking PIG! Here it cums! Gonna knock up this neg hole!!" "DO IT! Don't stop fucking me!" And then he flooded me. And when I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. I could actually feel the warmth and wetness fill my ass. He kept thrusting wildly and my ass just felt wet beyond anything I'd ever experienced. He was still fucking me hard and it started to run out of my hole and down my balls. I actually came about 15 seconds later, just from his fuck motion. My hole started puckering and grabbing his dick, making him go wild as I shot my load all over my bedspread. He parked his cock in me and waiting politely for my orgasm to subside, before eventually pulling out. As he did so, his curved cock dragged some of his spunk out and a big blob landed on my bed. Which he scooped up and fingered back into my hole. Moments later I came back to my senses and started mildly panicking, blabbering "Oh my god! What did we just do?" "We fucked. I bred you. You came no-handed." "We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...." "Relax. Breathe. You just took a big step." "A big step to what?" "A big step toward coming to grips with your piggy side. You are a cum pig bottom. And that's ok. Better than ok, actually. It's hot." "I don't know if I want to be a cum pig!" "Dude, I've worked at the clinic for several years. I can spot a bottom pig a mile away. And you, my friend, are a bottom pig. Embrace it.' "No I'm not... I'm ...." "You picked up a partnered poz HIV Counselor at the free clinic, invited him over, and let him breed you," Michael replied with a laugh. "Oh god. I am a pig." "And it turned you on so much you came from it. And thinking about it right now is making you hard again." And it was. Michael had to get home to his husband, but he promised me that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. And it wasn't. As he left, he said, "Now remember to get tested again in 6 months. We may have more to talk about after that one...."

Bit of an oldie but a favourite (been using it as my avatar this whole time), taken for a friend who wanted to see me at (at the time) maximum sloppy.

Just wow. following the previous 2 encounters with Rob & Dean, they planned a third. We made the plans to meet and they made the details very vague, replying to my questions only with "don't worry how many arrives, prepare for a night of fun" so I did just that, around lunch I started prepping myself with saltwater cleanse and got my hole squeaky clean for anything it might be getting, and since my partner said he couldn't join us due to work, I got a load from him to pre-lube my hole, got an Uber and arrived to their place around 5pm. My only instructions were to arrive, let myself in, strip, get on my knees and were a blindfold that they prepared for me, then someone will come and take me to the play area. So I did just that, I entered and was alone, stripped, on my knees, put on the blindfold and waited till I heard footsteps coming towards me, no words were spoken and I was just lifted by 2 men and was carried downstairs, i started hearing voices, men talking and cheering as I was brought to the room till I was placed on a sling, had my hand and legs tied and then I heard Rob announce: "this slut is here for us to use, he can take it all so have fun". my cock shot up and I was almost shivering from the excitement, not knowing how many men are going to use me or how lol. they suddenly all went silence and I heard them getting closer till I felt the warmth of bodies standing next to me. then I felt hand all over me, face, body, cock, ass, I was touched everywhere, like I was being explored till someone strayed probing my hole with fingers, feeling the wetness inside me and asked "how many loads you got slut?" I answered that just the 1 and in desperate need for more! "don't worry, you'll have a cunt full of loads you'll be leaking for a week after we're done with you!" then it began, poppers were placed in my nose and I inhaled about 10 huffs they gave me before it was taken and a cock was shoved in my mouth while another was pushing in my hole, first it was just a tease to with the cockhead but then it went all the way till I felt the pubes on my skin. Game on! This started the rough fucking my hole while I was sucking all the cock I was given, till the guy fucking me announced he was going to load me and I felt him buried deep in me and shooting a super hot load in me. then, it was blur, one by one I was fucked by all the men there, I loss count but each and every one of them fucked hard, had nice cocks ranging from normal to enormous till I felt a familiar cock and heard my partner saying "you didn't think I'd miss an opportunity to see you getting used by over 20 men?" Wow! Knowing how many men are there and having my partner there with me got me into overdrive and I just begged them to use me hard! My partner kept plowing me and showing the rest how hard I can take his 11" thick monster before he shot his load and then he was replaced by Rob's 11" equal that was fucking my hole just as hard. 20 something loads later they were done with round 1 and was taken off the sling to a mattress, where I was instructed to sit on an cock that was laying there and I began riding him with my sloppy cummy hole, it felt amazing and soon after I felt a second cock pushing into my hole and so a double penetration session began, fucked by 2 at a time by all of them, changing all sort of combinations while sucking the cocks to clean, tasting the cum and my ass juices till Dean was giving me his cock, asked if I was thirsty and I knew exactly what he mean, I nodded yes and immediately started feeling a warm stream of piss in my mouth, while I was still being fuck hard! It was a bit hard not to spill a drop but I managed and then quickly replaced by another giving me another piss load! I was in piggy heaven!!! When they all finished fucking my hole like that and coming a second load in my gaping hole I was laid on my back on the mattress with my legs up and then I felt someone starting to piss on my hole before shoving it in me continuing to fill me with piss before he started fucking me hard while I felt piss started to drench me from the men standing next to us, pissing all over me. when the guys pulled out from my hole it was replaced by a hand that slid right in, my hole was already so opened and slick with more than 40 loads + piss load that I just felt it all sloshing in me while the fist was playing with it. poppers were placed in my nose again and a fist session began, I was drenched in piss, smelling like cum and sweat and I was loving it, the energy in the room was mesmerizing and I couldn't stop. it went on for a while and I was fisted, fucked and loaded more and more by all the men there, from time to time I heard my partner commenting on what a good slut I am, Rob and Dean the hosts that kept edging me on to take all the men that they invited, calling me a cumdump whore that will take any cock all I could do is moan like a bitch around the cock that was filling my mouth to clean. this entire session went on for hours and hours, I was fucked in any position, back on the sling, spit roasted on all 4, on a fuck bench, even in the air as I was held by a bull of a man with a beautiful cock, must've been 10" and then another was pushing in, they were double fucking me like I was just a piece of meat and I was loving it! then they began to leave, after dumping their load in me I could hear them saying goodbye to the hosts, thanking my partner all while disregarding me which only turned me on even more. Suddenly the blindfold was taken off and I saw my partner, rob and dean standing next to me smiling and still hard and telling me I took total of 31 men tonight, 102 loads that was marked on a board after every load that was dumped in my cunt, no to mention the 3 loads that I shot handsfree while I was pounded by all the men. heaven! they wanted one last load so I was placed in the sling, my hole was just leaking cum and basically a completed mess as they fucked me hard and fast, dumping their loads in me, then giving it to me to clean and when they were done, I was plugged by a huge plug to keep it all in, I could feel the cum sloshing in me as I stood up and we went to take a quick shower all of us together. I just put on my jock and kissed them all goodbye, thanking them for a wonderful time as my partner walked me to our car and we drove home, that was when I looked at the clock and it was 6am! I was being used for 12 hours straight and it was just fucking amazing. when we got home we went straight up to our bedroom, I stripped and crashed on the bed with my partner telling me how proud he is of me taking it all, seeing how happy I was during the session. We kissed and I just fell asleep in his arms, I was exhausted. a happy piggy, cum filled, ruined hole. To sum it all up: 31 men 105 loads Till next time 😉

My BFs is sub bottom cum whore and I keep him locked in chastity. Loves for me to whore him and drips in his cage the more he gets. Currently both on prep but discussing getting off. I am Vers Top. At bathhouses I get him a sling for any and all or in a private open door room ass up. Also him walking around in chastity and me writing "cum dump" or " no loads refused" in marker on his ass helps. In between me having fun I tell every one I see about my locked cum dump that takes any load. We go to a gay resort and I keep him in the room face down ass up with the door and window open. Recruiting tops. Found a biohazard tatted poz top and told him where that charged loaded needed to go. took him to the room and watched. Any place with glory hole I keep his ass pressed there certain periods. Generally no questions asks and literally go for volume. But encourage every poz cock I find to breed him and whisper in his ear after. Bring him to truckers for breeding and have picked up homeless to breed him. Thug BBC is both our favs. Love having his used, sloppy and cummy.

When I moved from Australia to the United States, I had some trouble figuring out who I was attracted to here. The switch from Australian men and archetypes to American ones took some time. To be honest, American men seemed less masculine to me for a while. More traveled men will be better at seeing past the kind of cultural block that tripped you up. Another way to get around it is to get some more euro clothing with a euro fit and adapt to the local customs as well as you can. There used to be this great quiz website called "Gay or Eurotrash?" with pictures of straight and gay men who were European and American. It was after seeing this that I realized how very obvious and easy it was to pick out where people came from by their haircut and clothes. I think it's less a rejection of you, but rather an indictment of the provincial attitudes of the people you were meeting.

When I was first taught to suck cock he told me that it was natural to choke or gag when he shoved his cock deep down my throat. He trained me to get used to choking and that it was ok and that he enjoyed watching me choke on his thick cock but I must NEVER pull off his cock or refuse his thrusts. So he’d fuck my mouth balls deep and shoot his load in my throat. Over time I got used to his cock in my throat and gagged less until I could get throat fucked easy - just takes time.

I’m European by heritage. (Look at my fat German uncut dick 😈). Come climb into my bed!

We’ve all had bad nights. Been rejection. Numerous times. By the men we lust over and by the men who are average like us.

here you go Ellentonboy 😈

I turned 60 last month. Thursday night I gave a 30-somthing Latino (friend of someone I've played with in the past who was there in a 3-way but I never fucked him, only the friend) 3 loads in ~2.5 hours. (Normally 3 loads take 3+ hours...) Today, I gave a 40-something Latino 2 loads in ~3 hours. ( There was ~ 1.5 hours of intense making out first...) As the Blues singer Lattimore said (emphasis mine), "I may be old. But I'm NOT cold! I STILL know how to bury the bone!" 😜

Went to the bathhouse on Thursday evening when a special event draws in well over 120 guys each month from 6pm onwards. It’s set up for group sex and fucking in front of people as all the rooms have their doors fastened open. It’s reasonably dim in the cruising areas but not dark although the lights in some rooms are disconnected. Everyone was naked as only tiny hand towels were provided. I positioned myself self in one of rooms at the end of a corridor. Lying across the single bed, head in direction of the wall of the room, ass pointing towards the area guys can walk along past the 3 or 4 guys positioned to be picked at any one time. I guess it was variously the missionary and deep stick position often with legs up or sloping backwards. There is a lube dispenser in the room for the tops to grab a squirt to moisten their cock although none was needed after a few slippery cocks had greased my hole. The first few guys had plenty of room to fuck me but after 20 minutes it was very crowded and guys had to push past and in the semi-darkness had to use their hands to find ass and asshole although my legs in the air was a good guide. In all, 15 guys fucked me. As far as I could tell there were at least 5 very large cocks and several very short but thick ones. One guy was rock hard, long cock and went on for at least 25 minutes. As I’d been in my back with legs in the air for ages I had to change position and put my legs on the floor and be taken from behind. By the time I finished I took two loads. Reflecting on it that evening I reckoned I had really enjoyed 5 of the fucks and the other 10 were a bit nondescript although I was glad to have brought pleasure to the young tops.

I’m vers; my husband is usually top only sometimes bottom. When I’m getting fucked by my husband it’s about him wanting me, him needing my hole, me making him fuck me like a crazy man, me making him unable to hold back … and ultimately his load is like the culmination and validation of all that. And his load inside me is always an honor to have his DNA inside me. When I’m getting fucked by a play-mate it’s all about my control of the top by using my hole; working him up, taunting him and working him up more, milking his load out of him and taunting him about him losing control. If I can make him suck his seed out of my hole even better.

Generally speaking, a mans penis size averages about 5.5 inches, with a diameter, of slightly less than 1.5 inches.bIn my case, I bought 2 dildos. Each was 7 inches insertable, and the diameters are 1. 5, and 1.625 inches. I practiced sucking the smaller one into my month, as far as I could, without gagging. By the second day, I had the dildo buried to the hilt in my mouth and throat. Yes there was some gagging, but I practiced holding it for 1 second, then 2, then 3,etc...I also learned to use saliva on the head to make it slide easily, and what angles worked best for me. After 3 days, I could deep throat for 3 seconds, without gagging when I, retracted the dildo back into my mouth only. Repeated the process with the larger dildo! In reality the cocks I have sucked were about 6 inches, with under 2 inches in diameter. That size snuggles into the start of your throat, and feels wonderful. No gagging! Yesterday, I had my first 7 inch cock. It went down my throat easily, and felt great. No gagging!. So far, I find a real cock easier to deep throat, than a dildo! You will also. Hope this helps you!

I like to change it up when I'm with a regular but I absolutely love telling my bottom to wrap his legs around my waist and then spray my seed with my balls tight up against his hole while kissing his neck or something like that.

When they got back from their honeymoon Nick got sick and Tex had taken care of him like any good Daddy would. He had run a fever, been stuffed up and had no appetite but Tex had made him eat, mostly soup to be sure but it was more than he would have eaten if Daddy had not threatened to take his temperature anally if he didn't eat something Tex actually made great chicken soup and he spoon fed Nick in bed "Here comes the airplane! Open up the hanger!" Tex said as Nick shot daggers at him with his eyes but he did open his mouth and eat the sup He also put the vapor rub on his chest and when chills set in he held him, and kept him as warm as he could It lasted three days and Tex worried over him the entire time “I’m going to start calling you mommy if you don’t chill out Tex” Nick said the second day when Tex approached with the chest rub jar for the third time “Not even a koala bear could take this much eucalyptus! Get that stuff away from me” he grumped Nick was always surly when he was sick but Tex took it all in stride Nick got the rub apple anyway even though he glared at Tex the entire time, Iy didn't help that Tex had twisted his nipples with vapor rub covered finger just to make his point Nick woke up on the 4th day and felt much better, Tex was sound asleep “Poor guy ran himself ragged taking care of me” Nick thought His own “dad” had been one of those “you should suffer in silence" types who thought admitting weakness or needing help was for wimps when someone else was sick but let him feel bad and he turned into the biggest baby in the world Not for the first time Nick wondered what it might have been like to grow up with Tex raising him He let the exhauster Tex sleep and went to survey the rest of the apartment.. Except for the dishwasher needing to be unloaded the place was spotless “Tex is incredible” Nick thought He quietly went through the bedroom into the bath and soaked out the last of his aches in a long hot bath. Tex was still out cold when he came out Nick quietly straightened up the bedroom. He was tempted to throw away that damn vapor rub jar but just put it back in the medicine cabinet instead He realized he was actually hungry and called down to the restaurant on the corner. He ordered himself a relatively bland ham and swiss on white. He ordered Tex his favorite, “Volcano hear” buffalo wings and onion rings. The order was delivered in less than half an hour, Nick opened the buffalo wing container, moved it close to Tex’s face and let the steam and aroma drift to his nose Tex woke up immediately. He sat up, grabbed a wing and took a bite happily “I’m not sure about any food that works like smelling salts” Nick laughed “You got to eat them while they are hot1” Tex said biting into an onion ring hungrily Nick ate his sandwich slowly, giving his stomach time to readjust to solid foods Tex finished his food quickly and looked slightly disappointed Nick laughed and pointed to a bag on the floor next to the bed containing a second order of wings and rings Tex snatched up up and held it to him saying “My precious” in a fairly good imitation though Nick knew he had not voiced that character “I take it you are feeling better” Tex said as he finished his last wing “Much, thank you for putting up with me, I make a lousy patient” Nick said Yex shrugged “All part of being your Daddy and you were so cute trying to kill me with your eyes as I fed you. You were actually pouting between bites” he said heading into the bathroom. Nick heard him relieve himself and then the shower started. Nick clean up the mess from lunch as he waited Ten minute later a squeaky clean Tex emerged ,wrapped in a towel. Nick could admit his father was a good looking man. At 51 he looked 35 tops, Nick sat on the edge of the bed and said “Come her Daddy” When Tex approached Nick unwrapped the towel and nuzzled the nuts that had produced him rolling the large low hangers with his tongue before taking the head of Daddy’s cock in his mouth. He used every trick Tex had taught him so far and manages to keep him on the edge for quite a while before Tex filled his mouth with cum Tex was surprised when Nick pulled him onto the bed and started kissing him, sharing his own cum with him. The made out for a while and then cuddled together “Where did you learn about snowballing?” Tex asked “I saw it online and thought you might like it” Nick said as he lay in Tex’s arms Tex was again impressed and grateful, This straight boy he loved was experimenting to make their sex life better. Talk about getting lemons and making lemonade. Nick surprised him over and over To show how much he appreciated his Son, Tex gave him his best blowjob yet That afternoon they hung out by the pool and talked about unimportant things. They had a light dinner and went to bed early, Both slept soundly and woke refreshed The next day Tex had two appointments one with a movie producer who wanted to cast him to voicei a “villain” role. They were meeting at the restaurant on the corner The other was with his doctor whose office was just 4 blocks away. Everyone Tex knew went to Dr. Lars or his new husband/partner Dr. Cole. Tex dressed in one of the new suits Nick had bought him, the black one and headed out When Tex left Nick finally got to the packages that had been stacked in the foyer since their return from Mouse Town. The clothes fit perfectly and the other items were just right The meeting with the producer went well and Tex noted that his suit was of a higher quality than the one the man man interviewing him wore despite the man Beijing a world class producer. That was a first for Tex At the doctor’s office he was told he was in good over all health. His cholesterol was a little high, He could actually put on five pounds or so to reach his optimum weight but it wasn’t really a concern. His HIV test had come back “inconclusive” and needed to be redone. “There must have been a problem at the lab” Dr. Cole told him As the elevator doors opened he heard Nick call “I’m in here Daddy” from the living room Tex walked in and paused taking everything in at once Nick stood with his head hung low. He was wearing a white button up shirt and knee length grey wool shorts. Over the shirt he wore a blue blazer with a DBL School logo embordered on the pocket and on top of his head was a matching blue cap. In his hand he held a large stiff folded paper that read “Report card” on the side Tex could see There was also a leather armchair with an end table set next to it. Om the table was a leather paddle “Oh my god! This is a full role play scene!” he though It was one he had marked as “Favorite” on the kink website “How was your day Son?” Tex said deepening his voice and falling into his role, His cock was already getting hard “I got my report card Daddy” Nick said sounding a bit apprehensive as he held it out Tex took it “Lets take a look” he said as he opened it He almost laughed. Inside every subject had a large red F next to it “This won’t do Son. I am very disappointed in you, I pay a lot to send you to this school and you are not even trying” he said sternly, crossing to the chair, folding his suit jacked neatly over the back of it and sitting “I will do better Daddy! I promise!” Nick said sounding desperate now “Not good enough Son, You have said that before. Come here.” he said pointing to a spot next to the chair Nick walked over slowly… Like a reluctant school boy… and it was absolutely perfect… the scared look… the pouting lip… the way he dragged his feet… all just right Tex’s cock was at full attention now Tex picked up the wicked looking paddle and commanded “Drop your shorts and get over my knee Son. It’s time for some discipline in this house” in his deep “Dom” voice “I think ten swats will do to remind you to try harder next time! Count them off out loud for Daddy and be sure to thank me at the end. I’m doing this for your own good after all” “Yes Daddy” Nick sniffled as he undid his belt, dropped the shorts to the floor and bent over Tex’s knees. He was wearing a jockstrap underneath and it made his ass look even rounder and more ready for a spanking Tex ran his hand over that beautiful ass admiring it’s curve and firm feel He tapped it with the paddle a couple times then giving a hard firm swat “Holly shit!” Nick explained but he didn’t pull away “Language Son!” Tex snapped “That will be five more swats because of that dirty mouth of yours!” “Sorry Daddy!” Nick said contritely the he tentatively said “One?” “That’s better Son, Keep counting” Tex said rubbing that ass with the paddle “Two, three, four and five” were said in only a slightly elevated voice “Six, seven, eight, nine and ten” each got louder “Eleven, twelve and thirteen” were almost yelled and “Fourteen, and fifteen” hissed between clenched teeth. Nick was shaking and sobbing a little by the end nut he managed a “Thank you Daddy” after a moment Tex could not take it any more. He stood and roughly pushed Nck over the seat of the chair, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulled out his rock hard cock, knelt behind his Son and rammed in balls deep in one brutal thrust Nick’s ass was pre-lubed and ready “Smart boy” Tex thought as he pounded mercilessly Nick had thought the paddling was bad but he saw stars when his father rammed 11 inches of rock hard cock into him. Oddly, the pain made his own cock rock hard though “Fuuuukkk Daddy! Fuck me! Breed your Son! I will do better! I promise! Cun in me Daddy!” Nick gasped pushing back his ass like a slut That did it for Tex, hearing his straight Son begging Daddy to breed him sent him over the edge. He blasted Nick full of cum that may be infecting him with HIV right now, He groaned at the thought as his nuts emptied into the boy’s guts Mick was lost in a world of pain and pleasure crashing and merging. This was not a man breeding him this was his own father, unknowingly but incestuously breeding his own flesh and blood. That sent him over the edge and he shot all over the chair Tex pulled him off the chair and they lay on the soft rug kissing. Someone ha left a stack of pillows nearby and they used them to make things more comfortable They kissed until their heartbeats calmed down, then Nick snuggled into Tex’s chest Tex reached down and lightly slapped Nicks still rosy ass “That will teach you: he said and they both cracked up “You are incredible Son” Tex said holding him tight “I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I am the luckiest Daddy in the world. I love you Nick, so much” “I love you tight back Daddy” Nick said Nick could still light feel that paddling three days later but that just made him smile. Was his life exactly what he wanted it to be? He honestly could not answer that question anymore with a no but he couldn’t say yes either. It was not what he would have chosen but would that have been better? Who knows? He did know it could have turned into something a hell of a lot worse. Half of all marriages ended in divorce after all. “Given the choice would I trade the certainly I have with Tex for a maybe with a woman?” he though “I might have at first but no, I would not give up Tex for anything now, I love him to much” It was not transitional love but traditional love had a fairly bad track record. Nick would keep his Tex, His Daddy. His Father, in his bed He never verbally expressed these thoughts to Tex but he showed him in every way he could and Tex figured it all out A month later back at the doctor's office his HIV test came back Poz. Two months after that Nick got the same results, They had a little celebration because it was else something they shared, Zeke had told them about the Angel Strain of HIV and Dr. Cole backed him up. They both had that strain as it had come directly from Zeke himself As time went by they got closer and closer. They explored many different kinks and roleplays, finding many the could enjoy together On their one year anniversary Nick brought up something new that once again blew Tex's mind They had gone out for an expensive dinner and Tex had paid. The first 1/15th he had gotten a year ago was his to keep and it put him on equal financial footing with Nick. It had never been an issue but deep inside Tex felt more secure “I want to talk to you about something Daddy” Nick said as they lay in bed that night. They were sitting up, propped against the headboard with Nick between Tex’s legs leaning back into him “You know I have no desire to let any man other than you fuck me or to suck any other man but you” he went on “I know, That’s a hard limit for you I would never think about pushing” Tex said. Truth be told Tex did not want his Son used by any other man, Nick’s ass and mouth were his and his alone. His mother had always told him his kindergarten teacher had rated him a failure when it came to “shares his toys well with others” “Daddy, how would you feel about us fucking neg boys together?” Nick asked “I love the idea of spreading the virus you gave me” You could have heard a pin drop for a moment as Tex’s mind grappled with that Nick leaned to the side and looked back at his silent Daddy, then he put a hand under Tex’s chin and pushed his mouth closed When Tex could speak again he asked “You want to share bottoms with me?” breathlessly. This was too much to believe. Too good to be true “With certain rules” Nick said firmly, He had thought this out: One - Only together Two - Both have to agree on the bottom Three - Never more than once with the same bottom Four - Never in their home Five - No friend or acquaintances . No one they would see regularly afterwards “The rest is negotiable” Nick finished “Basically I want to knock up strangers with you but I’m not willing to share my Daddy with any man more than once. I don’t share my toys with others well either but I have a strong desire to spread our gift. Preferably without them knowing we are infecting them” “Oh my god Nick I love you! when did you get so evilly twisted? Stealthing strangers? I love it! Your rules are perfect and I agree with them 100% Daddy’s boy is growing up and I am so proud!: That night for the first time ever Tex told his Son to breed him it was maybe the 3rd time Tex had bottomed in his life and Nick knew it He lubed up and very gently eased in. His cock was literally 4 inches shorter than Tex’s but seven inches still could hurt. He did his best to make love to this man who meant everything to him. He touched and caressed him in all the same spots he loved Tex to touch him and found that Tex responded in the same ways he did Tex was on his back and stroking, his head thrown back and his eyes closed Nick made it last as long as he could, He slid in and out pounding just the right spot “I’m about to incestuously breed my own father for the first time" Nick thought and he groaned low in his throat. He picked up the picked dripping sweat and finally hilted deep in Tex's hole and shot ropes of sticky cum to paint those silky inner walls Nick’s low growling “Take my cum Daddy!" sent Tex over the edge and he came all over both of them. His beloved straight Son leaned down to lick as much cum off his Daddy as he could then they kissed, sharing it The next day as they sat 9n bed again, Nick explained some things he had already done and what he wanted to do now What was already done came from an idea he had gotten from Zeke. An apartment in his building had come available, Rather than leasing it out again Nick had furnished it to look lived in, even putting photos of Tex and himself around the place, It was close enough to easily use it as a hookup spot while hiding their true residence What he wanted to do was create profiles on various gay hookup sites, They snapped some photos from the neck down and a face shot as well as their cocks from different angles, hard and soft. They made profiles as a couple on several sites stressing that it was both or neither On every site they listed their HIV stays as “Neg” They didn’t have to wait long for the messages to start rolling in One message came in in a slightly different way though They faintly heard someone yell “Hey! Hey you two evil, stealthy fuckers!” They looked out the open balcony doors Red had opened the window and was holding up his phone. He pointed to it then he gave them a thumbs up and yelled “Go get them! Breed them all!” **************************************************************************************** Abd a straight boy stealther is born! Let me know what you think! Scanbu

I have always loved sloppy seconds (or much more) but my Fetish over time is to almost NEVER fuck an ass that does not have a load in it. I like to take any new to me guys to a park or the baths or invite a Grindr Top over to pre-fuck the bottom. My first question to all bottoms I meet on sites is "when did you last get fucked?" I am turned off when they say weeks or months or a long time. I am not jealous when guys I date play around - its a huge turn-on they go take random loads and Always come back for mine. Recent a bottom wanted me to fuck him in the park - he was very aggressive to get my load in him, but he kept saying he had not been fucked in months. (why do so many role play the virgin or near virgin ?) anyway we made out but I waited until a few more guys joined us and arranged for the bottom to take a few random loads first - then I was hard like I had taken a pill to breed him. Is that a Fetish? I think so

PrEP has been a godsend for me. From ‘85 until I started PrEP (about 2016?), I was a condom nazi. But I remember many times catching guys pulling off the condom or saying “the condom broke.” I’ve had no side effects from either Truvada or Descovey. I did get one dose of chlamydia. However, my doc has added DoxyPEP to my regimen (doxycycline to take after sex) which greatly reduces risk of getting an STI. I HIGHLY recommend getting on both PrEP and PEP.

Hosting in Tucson for extended hard-core FUCK'N freaks while RIDING the RUSH into the abyss of ANIMAL LUST

Last Thursday was the second time I've been with my "daddy" & "uncle" together. I've fallen under my Daddy's spell since we had Facetime sex before we met in person & my "uncle" was a mutual. We met at our usual, my "uncle's" place and all three of us made out like we hadn't seen each other in ages even though it was the week before. Daddy told me he needed a piss & suggested we go to the tub. We'd talked about piss play before but I'd never done it without poppers. I positioned myself in the bathtub and Daddy started pissing over me & in my mouth. Daddy & Uncle both looked shocked & turned on as I took it on my chest & swallowed like a good fag slut while Daddy told me he was baptizing me. Daddy & me made out as I cleaned up a little while Uncle got the door for the fourth guy that was joining us. Daddy & Uncle are both in their 60s (& hot) but this guy would have to be close to 80. He had a really nice long cock and was wearing a cockring as I got on my knees pleasing the 3 of them before Uncle suggested we go the bedroom. I got on all fours sucking Uncle while I felt Daddy spitting on my hole & eating me out. I couldn't wait for him to get inside me & I wiggled my arse at him as he was getting me ready. "I think he's ready now" Daddy said and I smiled up at Uncle. I felt a cock slowly pushing into me & I moaned in delight as I looked back to see Daddy. It was in fact the skinny body of the 80yo that was behind me, his cock deep in my arse. "Daddy's friend's needed this for a while" Daddy said and I moaned in delight as the 80yo pushed as deep as he could. I went back to sucking Uncle off as I started getting fucked hard by the old guy & it wasn't long before he came hard & loudly deep inside me. His hot breath on my back turned me on so much as he kept moaning through his orgasm & was so sensitive. That was enough for Uncle to finish in my mouth & I collapsed on the bed a very happy boy.