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It has been a while since I posted a story so here is a quicky... Another Bookstore Visit by austinsubmale I went to the adult bookstore again the other day. When I got there I chatted up the lady at the counter a bit like usual then I went into the video booth arcade. There weren't many people there, but there was a guy in one of the back booths. He was sitting on the bench stroking his dick and when I stuck my head in he told me to come in and suck his dick so I got on my knees and took his dick in my mouth and I sucked him until he shot his cum down my throat. His cum was tangy as his dick pulled back across my tongue. Then he got up and left. I went to another booth and got on my phone and opened a location based app, you probably know which one I am talking about. Pretty soon a guy messaged me and said he was on his way to the bookstore. I was excited when I saw on his profile that his status was "Positive". When he pulled into the parking log he messaged me again and asked me what booth I was in. I messaged back #7, my lucky booth. Pretty soon he came into the booth with me and we both got undressed. I was sitting on the bench and I sucked him until his dick was hard. It was much larger than the previous guy's dick. I was definitely looking forward to this. He told me to bend over against the bench and then he slid his big dick into my hole until he was balls deep. Then he pulled almost all the way back out and then back in. It felt so good. He really pumped me hard and then he got faster then stopped and I could feel his dick pulse. He held there for a while then started moving again. I could feel it rubbing my prostate. He pounded me good and then came again. He pulled out, wiped his dick on a towelette I gave him and then he left. I could still feel it in my ass as I put my clothes on and then I went to another booth, a dark one with a glory hole. I got down on my hands and knees and waited at the glory hole until a dick was pushed through. I licked the head and then sucked on it. While I was doing that a guy came into the dark booth with me. He felt my butt and I kept sucking the dick through the glory hole. Then he fingered me but I kept sucking as I felt his cock head slide up and down until it found my hole and pushed in. He fingered my ass then put his dick in, he had lubed up his fingers and my hole. It was a pretty good sized dick but it didn't hurt. He fucked me for a while then he came too, whispering in my ear to take his hot load. The guy with his dick in the glory hole also came and I swallowed it down. After that I got dressed then went to the theater room. A very thin guy was fucking a black guy with dreads on one of the back futons when I got there. He was really fucking hard and fast. I got undressed again and got down on the futon with my ass up. When the top guy pulled out he had a very long dick, probably 10"+ and it was still hard. He saw me with my ass ready and he got behind me and mounted my ass and he pawed at my man tits as he pounded me super hard and fast like the other guy. It hurt a little. He didn't last long, maybe 5 minutes before he came again, filling my hole with another load. He slapped my ass and called me a slut as he pulled out. The black guy with the dreads then got behind me and took his turn on my ass. His dick wasn't as long but it was super thick and really stretched my hole wide open. I didn't really mind but I was getting a little sore by the time he came and pulled out. My hole didn't close up right away and I could feel it leaking down my leg a little. He told me that both he and the guy who had been fucking him were poz and not on meds and I probably would be poz now too. I could still feel the charged loads in my ass all the way home. I can't wait to go again.

my ass taking a plug covered with poz cum from several guys

Anyone else love sharing tops with other bottoms? At this point nothing turns me on more than laying ass up next to another bottom side by side as a hung top takes turns going inside us, transferring our ass juices to one another. I love having a cock inside me that has been inside someone else’s ass. The bond I feel with the other bottom is amazing, especially as we make out with our tongues as either one of us is pounded.

Chapter 5: Shooting Stars Steve was walking somewhat apprehensively down the corridor. Paul had made it all sound simple and straightforward. But he’d never done anything like this before, and he was plainly (and understandably) a bit nervous about what was going to happen and how he was going to handle it. As directed by the confidential message, he knocked on the door of Room 1608. The door opened and a young guy in briefs beckoned him silently in. Across the room, he saw Paul standing and talking to another guy in briefs who was holding a camera. Lights were placed on stands around the living area with its sofa and armchair, and around the bed nearer the window. The curtains were all drawn. Paul finished his conversation and turned around. His face lit up when he saw Steve standing there, looking a bit lost. He walked quickly over with a big smile. “Ah, Steve, glad to see you again. Your co-star is just in the bathroom, showering up. Why don’t you go in there to meet him? We can start as soon as you two are ready, everything’s set in here.” Steve nodded his thanks, and turned, following the sound of running water, to head to the bathroom. In the dressing area, two chairs had been placed ready. One was labelled “Jamie” and already had some clothes piled on it. The other one of course was labelled “Steve.” He quickly shed his clothes and shoes, and then pushed the door open. “Close the damn door!” The guy in the shower had a pleasant light-toned voice, although it carried an edge of asperity at the moment. He hadn’t turned or looked, and Steve couldn’t see clearly through the steamed up glass doors, but he’d liked that voice. He closed the bathroom door quickly. Giving his cock a few quick jerks to start things going, he slid the glass door open and climbed in. The first thing he realized right away was that he towered over the guy who was going to be his scene partner. The second was that the guy had a brilliant smile lighting up his face. “Hi, there. You must be Steve. I’m Jamie, although my screen name is Jamie Twink.” Appropriately, they exchanged greetings by shaking each other’s cocks. Jamie’s hand barely went around Steve’s massive shaft. Steve had to chuckle. He wasn’t a tall man himself, about five foot eleven, but this little guy barely came up to his shoulder. It was all in proportion, too. He plainly had the build of a man, but on a small scale, somewhat like a miniature poodle next to a full-size version. Steve stared at him, feeling his cock getting hard at the idea of fucking such a tiny little ass. “You really expect to take this big cock into your butt?” “Oh, yeah. I’ve taken big ones before. I make a lot of noise like it’s hurting me, but the truth is I love getting myself stretched that way. You can work me hard, I won’t crack or break. Here, let me start soaping you up and I’ll show you what I mean.” They spent the next couple of minutes soaping and rinsing each other, and then Jamie grabbed a small bottle of lube which he’d brought into the shower with him. He squirted some on his hand, rubbed it over Steve’s cock, then used it to grease up his hole. Steve would have sworn that there was no way his huge dick was ever going to fit into that tiny ass, but Jamie turned around, grabbed Steve’s tool, planted it right against his hole, and backed up – and with almost no delay the head popped in and immediately started going deeper. “See what I mean? The rest of it, all the reluctance and I-can’t-take-that-thing, it’s all for show. It’ll be fine. You’ll probably have to rough me up a bit. Paul will explain it to you. Come on, let’s get out there and get to work.” Paul explained to Steve how he wanted him to play the scene, making it plain that he was not actually meant to rape Jamie, but only to overcome his reluctance. Steve nodded in agreement, and Paul went on to explain how they would take frequent stops to change positions, to take a breather and get a drink of water, to refresh his erection, to exchange the cameras’ battery packs, and so on. And finally, he stressed the importance of letting them know when he was about to cum so they could get the cameras into the right positions to catch that all-important scene. It was the first time – but by no means the last – that Steve heard the term “money shot.” And he knew that Paul was counting on him delivering an epic money shot, a money shot for the ages, just as he had on their night together. It was his monster orgasms that had persuaded Paul to offer him a film gig. Steve was ready. He’d even avoided cumming for four days before hand to save it up for the Big Moment. Steve quietly whispered to Jamie, “Okay with you if I cum inside you?” “Are you kidding? Paul will have a fit!” “Don’t worry. I can usually pump ten, even twelve separate squirts. I’ll give you a few, pull out and spray some over you, and then shove back in and finish off.” “Sounds amazing. Go for it!” The lights came on, the room went quiet, the people not directly involved retreated into the other room of the suite, and the filming began. Steve was pleasantly surprised to realize, after it was all over, that he had forgotten all about the cameras as soon as he’d gotten down to work. Jamie was such an unusual partner, so unlike anyone he’d ever done before, and he always loved novelty. The novelty kicked in right away when Steve found, for the first time ever, that he was having to bend way down to make out with his partner. Jamie was a very responsive partner, too, reacting to everything Steve did, and especially to his every move once his big cock got in on the action. Jamie had done a great job of sucking him, even managing to get within a couple of inches of taking the whole thing. Steve felt sure that this little guy’s jaw must come completely unhinged when he was sucking. There was a short break, then, before they proceeded to move to the bedroom. Steve had a little inspiration which they hadn’t discussed ahead of time. He swept Jamie up in his arms, just like an old-school bride, and carried him over to the bed in four long strides before dropping him onto the sheets and climbing up to loom over him. Jamie played his reluctance to take Steve’s cock really well, and Steve responded as requested by rolling him over and plunging his face into that tiny ass. He ate and slurped and poked and prodded for all he was worth, making his rimming become fierce and forceful. Jamie responded with a whole range of moans and whimpers and little cries of “I don’t know if I can take it.” He said that one last time as Steve moved up above him and planted the tip into that tight crack. “Yes, you can,” Steve said, bluntly, and pressed forward. The hole was no longer easy to enter. Jamie was a true expert at this, forcing him to push harder, to work at it, to earn his way into the ass he’d entered so easily in the shower. All the time, he kept up his moaning, “It’s too big, you’ll never get it into me.” “Yes, I will – now!” With a single hefty shove, Steve overcame the reluctance and entered Jamie’s talented hole. Jamie let out a loud cry of pain and then whimpered on and on. Steve took him at his word and kept pushing forward and downward. But there was some resistance. He pulled out, flipped over onto his back and said, “Climb on and ride me, boy!” Jamie did as he was told, sitting down on Steve’s huge cock with his face turned towards Steve’s feet – and the cameras. He still had to work at it a bit longer, but finally he hit bottom. Steve could see one of the crew shaking his head in disbelief even as he kept filming the scene. When he finally got to see the footage, much later, he had to agree that the sight was pretty unbelievable. Jamie’s hole was spread so widely that it looked almost as if he had a third leg, except that the third leg was moving with a mind of its own. For a minute or two, Jamie held still and let Steve do the work, forcing his cock up and in, and then drawing it down and out. That freed Jamie to concentrate on his detailed acting out of how painful it all was. There was another break then, for the cameras to switch battery packs, and to give Jamie’s widely-stretched hole a bit of a breather. Steve pulled him down and cuddled with him, asking quietly, “Are you sure you’re okay?” Jamie was actually touched. Steve was only the second top in his long experience who had bothered to check in with him in this way. He whispered back, “Yeah, I’m surviving. It’s harder than I thought it would be but I’m sure it’s not damaging anything.” Steve hugged and kissed him, and they laid back and relaxed until the crew were ready to go on. Jamie took a quick minute to suck Steve’s cock back up to the mark, and then he mounted up facing the other way, so he was looking down at Steve while the cameras zeroed in on his tormented ass. After a few minutes of that, and another minute of Steve ramming him at high speed from below, Jamie climbed off, and Steve pushed him down onto his back. Jamie obediently lifted his legs, allowing Steve to sink back into him in missionary, face to face. Steve began pumping, then paused and said quietly, “I’m going to cum soon.” The cameramen prepared for it. Then he hit the gas pedal, fucking Jamie hard and fast and deep, while Jamie continued gasping and moaning. After a minute of this high-speed treatment, he knew it was time. “Gonna cum…,” he grunted out. His hips were flying almost faster than the cameras could register. Then he slammed down hard, pinning Jamie under him, and gave a guttural yell. After a couple more quick jabs, he pulled out and the cameras zeroed in and caught the fountain of cum jetting out of his cock head. After four shots, he shoved it back in, but this time left enough of the shaft outside that the camera could capture the repeated contractions of the tube up the underside of the shaft. Finally, his strength gave out and he fell down across Jamie’s small body, gasping for air. It had definitely been a money shot for the ages. He started kissing Jamie again, bringing a note of quiet affection into the scene. The senior cameraman yelled, “Cut,” the cameras and lights went off, and the guys finally were able to roll apart. Paul came back into the room, having watched the scene from a non-filming camera feed. “Guys, that was awesome. I think this one scene will double the audience for this film when it’s ready.” Steve was feeling a touch smug about the success of his planned money shot, but he took care not to show it, only saying, “Thank you, Paul” in a very sincere tone. But Paul went there. “Okay, trade secret, Steve. How the hell do you do it with those cum shots? Most of our models strain and struggle to produce just a few drops. What is your secret?” Steve thought for a moment. “Well, plenty of sleep, good diet, lots of exercise….” “Cut the bullshit!” “… and most of all because I swore off for the last four nights. Didn’t touch it myself, didn’t let anyone else touch it. I do that every week for the bar anyway, and rarely let anyone take me home except on Saturday nights.” “Well, that worked, in spades!” He thumped Steve’s shoulder in congratulations, and then – and only then – Steve permitted the touch of smugness to show in his face. A couple of hours later, he was heading for the airport to fly back home on the red-eye, with his pay packet in his pocket and a substantial extra tip which Paul had slipped him on the side. It had been a profitable two-day trip. He’d also exchanged numbers with Jamie. He liked the little guy, and he liked the idea of having someone experienced in the industry to whom he could turn with questions and get reliable answers. Even on the strength of this one experience, he knew that he would want to do more film work. Within six months, he had done two more videos for Paul. But then, he wanted to branch out. Paul kept wanting him to do twinks, and he would welcome a chance to do scenes with older guys, his own personal preference. He asked Jamie, and Jamie confirmed that he was free to come and go as he pleased, providing he hadn’t signed an exclusive with Paul’s company. He hadn’t, and he didn’t intend to. Steve’s fourth film really broke the mold in one sense, and that was that he was now appearing with a man who was about ten years older than he was, but still stunning to the eye. But there was another dramatic step forward which stood outside of the actual filmed scene. It was the manager of this company that brought up one issue which Paul hadn’t bothered to approach. “Steve, you need to get yourself a screen name. ‘Big Steve’ just isn’t that overwhelming. You need a name, and you need to develop a screen persona to go with it. That scene you did with Jamie Twink, it was really good, but the ending veered too close to sweet. On a guy with your killer dick, that just doesn’t go. So you need a name, and it should say something stronger about that ramrod in your crotch than just ‘big’.” Steve thought for a moment. “Ramrod? Hmm. What about… Rod Rammer?” And thus a real legend of the gay porn industry was born. Within a year, Steve was making seven or eight films a year, and the process had worked the other way around to what Paul had tried to do. Now, the bar in New York and the other venues where he danced from time to time were billing him as “Rod Rammer.” Big Steve had been left by the wayside. With the new name came a new screen personality – more forceful, more demanding, more of the man-in-charge, and with a speaking style to match. His stage performances had shifted in tone, too – no more inviting people to touch him, but instead he shoved it in their faces with a look that dared them to do it. The audience reactions shifted noticeably right along with that change. About a year after he became Rod Rammer, he was lined up for a shoot with two other guys – two tops on one bottom. Steve was actually the “senior” top in this one – his top partner was barely twenty years old, although he displayed a formidable maturity of manner which made him seem much older. Jamie would later explain to him that this guy, name of Daniel, had come from Hawaii to the mainland two years earlier, had been introduced into the porn world by a manipulative jerk of a producer who’d also taken him in as a boy toy, and he had just broken free from that entanglement. The film he made with Steve was actually his first outing since that abrupt change of direction, and the muscular young man with the deep Hawaiian skin tone had opted to call himself “the Hawaiian Nine” – that being his cock size. Right from the start, when he’d watched Daniel at work in a duo scene, Steve enjoyed filming with him because they shared a completely professional dedication to the work at hand. The real shock of the shoot came when they assembled for the filming, and Steve walked into the huge walk-in shower in the backer’s house to be greeted by his fellow Nova Scotian escapee, Ryan. “So this is what your little escape plan was that you hinted at.” “Yeah, you found me out. I was actually working in Europe for a while, that’s probably why you didn’t know. I knew about you. I’d seen so many breathless accounts of this guy with the monster dick that looked almost too big for him, and I knew exactly who they meant, even before I saw any of your films. But I didn’t know I’d be working with you today.” “Wait till you see who else you’re going to be working with.” Just then Daniel came in, naked, and with his erect cock leading the way, and Ryan’s jaw dropped. Steve was a sexy guy in his own way, but this Hawaiian hunk was a fucking eyeful, a walking wet dream. Ryan fell headlong into lust, and his heart came right along for the ride. Steve was laughing inwardly at how quickly the articulate, in-your-face Ryan reverted to the awkward, shy, tongue-tied teenager he had once been. He was too kind-hearted to laugh outwardly, but it was hard not to start giggling as the Nova Scotia redhead made goo-goo eyes at the handsome Hawaiian hunk – who remained completely oblivious to him until it was time to begin the shoot. Steve demonstrated how readily Ryan’s ass could accommodate his thirteen enormous inches and Daniel nodded silently. Then they switched off the water and dried off to get to work. Thanks to his rigid face, Daniel managed to come across as taciturn to the point of rudeness, but Steve saw through it enough to sense that this guy was protecting himself. From what? He wasn’t precisely sure, but the Hawaiian Nine definitely had his defences up. The door was shut, the curtains drawn, the drawbridge of the castle was raised – and nobody, but nobody, was getting in. Poor Ryan hadn’t sensed any of that at all, and his hopeful puppy expression just got sadder and more woebegone – until Steve took him aside for a quiet little one-on-one chat. “Ryan, you’ve got to snap out of it.” “What are you talking about?” “I’m talking about the Hawaiian Nine, and the way you’re following him around like a dog in the pound hoping he’s going to adopt you.” “That’s harsh.” “Yes, it is. But you’re going to trash the entire scene if you go into it looking like that. It’s plain as day that he’s not letting anyone get close to him at all, anyway.” “I guess you’re right.” “Well, naturally. I have been around a year longer than you. And anyway, he’s the youngest of the three of us, and by a fair margin. So just cool it and let’s do what the producer’s paying us to do – and do it the way we discussed.” Ryan nodded, Steve gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder, and they stepped up, ready to work. Steve started off by kissing Ryan for a few moments, in a forceful and demanding way. When Ryan reached for his erect cock, he batted the hand away and got up on the bed, kneeling in an upright position. “You want it? Come and get it.” Ryan climbed onto the bed, too, and proceeded to work on Steve’s cock with his mouth, slowly going deeper and deeper. Steve clamped his hands onto Ryan’s head to keep him focused. Then Daniel got on the bed as well and began making out with Steve so that his hard nine inches was bumping against the side of Ryan’s face. Ryan took the hint and began sucking on Daniel. As the two men continued making out, Ryan was going back and forth from one cock to the other until both were glistening wet. Daniel upped the stakes by pulling his cock away and getting down behind Ryan to spread his round ass cheeks apart. Steve pulled Ryan into an upright position so he could make out with Ryan, while Daniel went right to town eating Ryan’s ass. By now, Ryan was moaning and making little “oh, ooh, oh” cries while Daniel worked on him. Steve shut him up by clamping his mouth even more firmly onto Ryan’s face, working hard with tongue and lips to keep him quiet. But he had to let go and allow Ryan some room to breathe when Daniel knelt up behind him and began to force the nine-inch poker between his legs into Ryan’s hole. As usual, Ryan made him work for it, and Daniel nodded in satisfaction at how thorough his bottom was being. As Daniel worked his way in, Steve pulled Ryan down by the shoulders and shoved his cock down the willing bottom’s throat. All three of them had done spit-roasts before, but there was an extra something in the air with this one that made it incredibly hot and gripping. Perhaps it was the size of the two cocks entering Ryan from either end – a size which made it entirely believable that there could be a single continuous spit running right through his body and holding him in place as these two top studs roasted him over their hot fires. When it was time for Ryan to take DP, Daniel silently let him sit on Steve, before coming in from behind to slide into Ryan’s hole. The two of them took turns to pump his straining ass, sliding in and out several times, turn and turn about. Steve was moving a little more cautiously, knowing that at his size there was little margin for error. Daniel was the more forceful, slamming hard into Ryan’s ass with a loud smack on every thrust. The cameras recorded plenty of footage of the two huge tools lodged inside Ryan at the same time, as the two top studs fucked him. They also got some good shots of Ryan’s face, features contorted in a blend of ecstasy and anguish. It was too good to last forever, and it was Daniel who first signalled that he was about to cum. He pulled out to shoot, spraying a more-than-respectable load over Ryan’s back, and then leaned back to sit on his muscular thighs while Steve finished off with his signature three-stage cum shot – a few quick spurts inside, pull out and shoot a few on the bottom’s ass, and then shove it back in to finish the job – and that final shove triggered Ryan’s sizable climax as well. Daniel’s eyebrows went up a bit at this virtuoso demonstration, but that was almost the only sign of emotion he displayed. Afterwards, as they showered off, Daniel asked Steve, “Any special trick to make yourself cum that hard and long?” Steve explained his four-days-off method, and Daniel nodded his understanding. End of conversation. As the filming proceeded, Steve had noticed something else. Daniel had definitely seen what Ryan was feeling and was managing to work his way around every time into a position where he didn’t have to meet Ryan’s eyes. He said as much to Ryan as Daniel was leaving them. Ryan watched for Daniel’s line of sight as the three of them came together again in the walk-in shower. “See what I mean?” Steve asked Ryan, as they towelled off after Daniel had left the bathroom. Ryan nodded. When they came out, Daniel hadn’t gone. He was engaged in an earnest conversation with the producer, Giovanni, a smiley rotund guy who looked like Chef Boyardee on a day off from the kitchens. Giovanni waved them over, thanked Ryan for his work, handed him the envelope, and asked him kindly to go as they had another matter to discuss. “Okay, then, I’m off.” Ryan’s resemblance to a hopeful puppy was back full strength. Steve embraced him warmly. “Great to work with you again, buddy! And remember what I said.” Ryan nodded. Daniel gave him a formal handshake. “Good to meet you.” This in a completely neutral tone of voice. “Likewise.” Ryan had finally switched off his please-love-me eyes. Steve breathed an inward sigh of relief. Once Ryan had gone, Giovanni said, “Daniel has an intriguing suggestion. I think it could be a big hit for the two of you and for the company. Tell him.” Daniel’s voice and face became a bit more animated. “Giovanni’s never done a location shoot, but I think we could do some good stuff if we go to a beach place in Mexico or Central America. I figured we could each do a scene with a bottom, and then finish off by doing a twosome together, where you get to fuck me.” Steve reluctantly put aside the momentary pipe dream of a flip-fuck – it wouldn’t fit into Rod Rammer’s personality at all. “Sounds like a great idea. Do it during the winter when a getaway to the tropics will do us all the most good. Give the whole film a party weekend theme, throw in one or two more matchups, and have our duo as the last scene.” “Definitely – good plan. Giovanni?” “The ace in the hole is to see Rod Rammer fuck the Hawaiian Nine. Daniel, you’ve never bottomed on screen before.” “Not to worry. For a couple of years there, I had to do more than my fair share of bottoming for Stewart. It’s well broken in.” Giovanni reached out and grabbed Steve’s basket. “Well enough broken in for this whopper?” For the first time, Daniel smiled, a small, tight smile but a smile nonetheless. “We might need a practice session.” That made all three of them laugh out loud. Before the grand plan had a chance to get off the ground, Steve got a phone call one day from Giovanni’s “personal assistant” (read: “personal assistant/houseboy/boytoy”): “Steve, I’ve got some serious news for you. Giovanni died last night of a massive heart attack. Of course, all plans are on hold. There’s a lot of documents to check through, but it looks as if the company is going to have to be closed down so the assets can be sold.” “Pietro, I’m sorry to hear that. It must be a tough time for you. Big hugs, buddy.” Pietro sighed. “I’ll be all right. My mom used to call me “the human cat” because no matter what happened to me, I always managed to land on my feet. I’ll do it again.” “Well, best of luck to you.” It was obvious that Pietro’s relationship with Giovanni had been more one of practical convenience and financial support than of any actual affection. But Steve had already suspected that. Less than a week later, he got a call from a number that showed up on call display as “D.N.H.9” That label intrigued him enough to pick up. “Hello, Rod Rammer speaking.” The voice on the other end gave a dry chuckle. “How thorough of you. Steve, this is Daniel. You know, the Hawaiian Nine. I’ve got a business idea I’d like to talk over with you. Can you meet me?” “You’re in L.A., aren’t you? I’m in New York. Best I can do is that I’m coming west for a shoot in two weeks. I could meet you then.” “That’ll be fine.” And when the details were all settled, the call ended. Steve belatedly realized that he could puzzle out ¾ of that call display label but had no idea what the “N” stood for. When he did get to see Daniel, he was quickly introduced to the Hawaiian Nine’s idea of forming his own porn production studio under his own name. Steve quickly interjected at this point, saying, “It’s been done before and flopped every time. How are you going to avoid the trap?” Daniel answered with cool assurance. “I’m going to do everything the right way – top-notch camera and production work, and models at the top of their game who act and perform like professionals. And definitely no “gay for pay” straight guys. You can spot them a mile away. The slackers will say it’s like a dictatorship, but I want to work only with people who are proud of what they do and know how to give 110% at all times. People like you, in fact.” “It sounds promising. Money?” “I have a backer. He’s seeing a potential profit, but he’s also – well, let’s just say he’s ‘hopeful’.” Steve laughed at that. Daniel directed a look at him which he interpreted to mean that laughter was not welcome, as it detracted from serious business. “And where exactly do I come in?” Steve had, in fact, already guessed what Daniel wanted from him. As events proved, his guess was one hundred percent on the bulls-eye.

The sound of the steel door being open prompted the Swede and I to stub out our cigarettes and head back to the main factory floor. By that point my fellow bottom and I had introduced ourselves a bit better, so I knew he was called Erik. I also knew he was already starting to wonder about tying himself down to one man when putting himself out there for wider use could be this much fun. I actually envied him a little, as he was young, gorgeous, ripped, and about to be free to enjoy a lifestyle I had robbed myself of the chance to experience until I was already past any traces of my youth. Erik and I watched as three of the men wheeled out a rig, with the other two following with a different one. The first had a leather sling already installed on it, whilst the second had a padded bench with a fuck machine pointed at it. Both the sling and bench were equipped with leather cuffs for strapping in, and there was a huge ribbed dildo on the fuck machine. “You!” barked one of the men, pointing at Erik. “Get in sling.” Erik rushed over to the sling, turned to sit in it and then lay back, lifting his arms and legs so the men could cuff his ankles and attach hooks to the cuffs he was already wearing on his wrists. He then shuffled down into a better position, and waited. I, meanwhile, knew that this probably meant he was going to get their full attention for a while, and I was to be kept entertained on the other rig. I walked over to it, getting a nod from one of the men for my unspoken understanding, and climbed onto the bench. They strapped me down, and then I heard the sounds of some cranks and levers as they manoeuvred the dildo into place. I was given a few huffs of poppers, and then they pressed the giant phallus against my hole and got the machine to push it in. I was loosened from all the fucking earlier, but it still hurt like hell as I was stretched really wide by the giant rubber dong. Once it was in place and I had stopped panting, they turned it on and walk away. The machine was on a variable setting, meaning it alternated between a long slow strokes, jackrabbit pounding, and all sorts of other combinations. I had my face pressed to the padded bench for quite some time as I endured its assault on my hole, but as I loosened further I felt myself relax into the incredible reaming it was giving me. At this point I looked up, pleased they had oriented the bench so I could see the other rig. By this point Erik was being fucked hard by one of the men, and while the others were obscuring his head, I assumed he also had one of their cocks buried in his throat too. I was looking forward to taking his place, even if the men may have already blown a load each by then. Three of the guys fucked Erik, all taking their time and driving him wild. Then, after the third guy withdrew, a fourth stepped up and slid in, but two of them walked over towards me. I looked up at them as they gazed down at me, my body rocking forward in time with the thrusts from the machine that must by now have left me gaping. The men then went behind me and the machine stopped, with the dildo being drawn out slowly. One of them reappeared and bent down to undo my wrists, before he walked off across the factory floor leaving me still secured on the bench by my ankles. He returned with my cigarettes and a lighter, placing them on the floor next to me along with a bottle of poppers. Just as he did so, I felt pressure on my hole but this time it was from something huge. My hole was not giving in to what I assumed must be an even larger dildo, so I grabbed the poppers and started huffing while trying to push out. Then my hole gave in, and what felt like a tube train started pushing into me. I huffed like crazy as it slowly made its way in, until the movement stopped and I was completely filled. The machine then turned back on, but this time it was solely doing short, slow thrusts, the length and girth of whatever was in side of me causing me to moan with each movement. The men watched me for a few moments, then went back to where Erik was taking his fourth fucking of this session. I watched them as I tried to adjust to the monster ravaging my hole, noticing that the machine seemed to be pushing a little deeper and faster as time went on. Guessing I was probably in for being split in two by this thing once it was at full speed, I reached for my cigarettes and lit one up while I still had a chance. I puffed the whole thing out and then lit up another as the machine gained intensity, my whole body being thrust back and forth on the bench as my hole took more abuse than it ever had. All the while I tried to focus on watching Erik taking his fourth and fifth toxic loads in the sling, feeling a little jealous that it wasn’t me up there. When they were done with him, I saw them thrust a giant plug into him and then walk away, leaving the loads to soak into him and speed along his conversion. I, however, got no break, and watched with rising horror as the men once again walked across to the steel door and disappeared out of sight, leaving me to the mercy of the machine. At this point I just started loudly groaning, both from the utter fullness I felt, the pain whenever the machine pushed in really deep, and the pleasure I was still getting from my prostate being stimulated by the beast of a dildo I was taking. The men weren’t gone too long, and this time when they emerged from the steel door they came straight over to me and finally turned off the machine. They withdrew the dildo, and then unstrapped my ankles. I shakily stood up and gratefully accepted a bottle of water one of them handed to me. They gave me a couple of minutes to get my composure, and then walked me over to the steel door. Inside was a dark corridor, leading to a room lit with a couple of lamps in which there were several ragged armchairs and one dirty mattress. One of the men lay down on his back on the mattress, and then signalled me over to mount his erect cock. I did as instructed, sliding down so I was facing him, and then guessing what was to come, I leaned forward. Sure enough, another of the men got on the mattress behind and pushed his cock into me beside the one I had just mounted, my gaping hole offering little resistance to the double-penetration. The man behind then began to thrust in and out, his movements making me also slide up and down a bit on the other cock, and generally bringing me nothing but intense pleasure. I did not hold back in letting them know how much I was enjoying it, and how much I wanted them to dump their poz loads in me again. The guy kneeling behind me lasted quite some time before erupting in me, and then was replaced by another. So it went on, with all four of them fucking and breeding me while I continued to ride the cock of the man lying on the mattress, who only let loose in me once he was in there alone. As I began to lean forward to let his cock slide out of me, a large plug was pressed in to the vacated hole, keeping the remains of the loads they’d dropped in there. I was then encouraged to my feet and directed to the corridor, heading back out to the factory floor while the men remained in the room. There I found Erik still lying in the sling all plugged up, so I grabbed a couple of bottles of water from a pack sitting by the door and then walked over to him. “You thirsty?” I asked. “Yes” he croaked. I decided I probably shouldn’t get him down from the sling completely, but I undid the attachments to his wrist cuffs and then handed him one of the bottles. He thirstily gulped down some water while I fetched my cigarettes, lighting two and then handing him one. “Thank you” he said. “No problem” I replied. “But I don’t think I should get you down.” “No” he said, “that is OK. I am comfortable now that I have drunk.” “I don’t think they’re done with us yet” I said. “I hope not” said Erik, smiling at me. “I could do this all night.” I glanced over at the bench I had been strapped to before, and saw for the first time the sheer size of the dildo that had been ramming into me. “Hold that thought” I said, before looking back at Erik. “If we swap places next, you are in for one hell of a ride.” He gave me a funny look, but then I winked at him and made him smile again. I walked back over to the pack of water and grabbed two more bottles, then came back and handed one to Erik as he finished the first one. I then reached over and firmly patted the plug in his hole, getting a moan out of him, before I headed over to the bench and lay down on my back. My legs needed a break, but sitting wasn’t really an option with the plug in me. I stared up at the cracked ceiling of the factory, noticing how much the light was fading now, and took a deep inhale of my cigarette. I was full of poz cum, my hole was wrecked, and yet I had the feeling we were just getting started…

I'm in London, miles away from home. I'm going to give in this week. I try to stop myself but the more I deprive myself the harder I need it when I do finally give in. I will invite strangers to my hotel room. I will let them use my hole. I will let them cum in me. I will drive home to my wife with a used up hole looser than her pussy. I will continue to lie to her. Cock is the most brutal drug. I can't stop!

It was getting dark when I pulled into the car park by the playing field. There were very few people about and one or two other cars. I got out and went through the trees to the old, brick public toilet on the far side. It was run down and dirty and the only visitors were guys like me, looking for sex. I had been introduced to the place by a friend a couple of weeks previously. It was really sleazy, and the guys who went there were mainly older and not particular about hygiene. I stepped in through the dark doorway, my nostrils immediately filled with the rank smell of piss, poppers and sweat and I felt the hairs stand up on my neck. It was much darker inside and I felt rather than saw a number of men around me. I stepped up to the pale urinal, pulled out my stiffening cck and waited, my heart thumping in my chest. They moved in on me, a dry, horny hand feeling my hard-on and another feeling my arse through my jeans. A bottle was pressed to my nose at the same time as a warm, wet mouth engulfed my cock. I groaned as the poppers kicked in, my legs turning to jelly and my will-power evaporating. Someone started to try and kiss me, rough bearded face and fat lips slobbering over mine. His tongue slid into my mouth as another mouth sucked my cock. I gasped with excitement and lust, even as my mind was repelled by the thought of what I was doing and the terrible, terrible risks I was running. I felt hands on my belt. The guy sucking me pulled my trousers open and dragged them down, followed by my underwear. I felt the cool air on my naked backside as I stood there with my clothes around my ankles beng kissed, sucked and fondled by god knows what kind of ugly trolls. The bottle was held to my nose again. This time they held my head, forcing me to breathe deep until my head was spinning and I had to hold onto someone o stand up. "Yeah", said a dry, throaty voice " he's gettin' into it now. Oh yeah, we got a live one here." My head was pulled forward and down and a thick, sweaty cock slid into my mouth. It tasted so good and the poppers were so srong I just started sucking greedily on it, the hairy, fat beely pressed against my nose. "Fuck 'um," commanded the voice, adding "Here's some lube." I felt fingers between my chceeks and something cold and slippery being smeared on my arsehole. I started to panic, this was getting too heavy, but it also felt soo good, soo dirty. I felt hands on my hips and a man's cock probed my arse. I reached back and grabbed it. No condom. He was going in bareback! He slapped my hands away and carried on pushing forward. I felt the meaty head slide into me. There was still time to stop this. I could just push them away and go, but still it felt soo good, sooo dirty. Again poppers were offered to me, and this time I took the brown bottle and inhaled greedily, thinking to myself 'Oh my god - I'm going to let him'. Then his cock burst into me and the shaft slid up me in a delicious rush. I bent over, holding on to the thighs of the man in front of me as I was fucked, my mind screaming at me to stop even as I pushed back to meet his urgent thrusts. "Come on, fuck him!" called-out a voice. " Shoot up him," said another, adding "he wants it bad." Oh my god, I'm going to let him. I knew I should stop now, but I was going to let him. "Here it comes, bitch!" The guy pushed his flabby belly hard against mt arse and I felt his cock thrb in me. I was horrified, afraid, excited and disgsted as he slowed, stopped, then pulled out his greasy cock and I felt his cum trickle over my balls. I stood up, panting for breath, aware of myself as never before and suddenly I knew what I wanted. I saw several pairs of eyes glittering in the dark around me and with a shudder of surrender I turned, bent over and spread my cheeks the tears of joy in my eayes as the next cock slid up me.

Pozzed back in April. Have not taken meds and I have no plans to do so in the near term.

I fuck my boy, Drew every day. His asshole is always ready for my cock and I slide easily balls-deep inside him and give him a good fucking. I always plaster his chute and leave him wet. This daily fucking keeps his hole open and ready.

Poz, have been since probably 2003, but diagnosed in 2006. On meds and healthy. I fucked around playing Russian Roulette, thought I would beat the odds. But once poz, I could relax. Now that I am older and have to play the health insurance game, I wish I never got poz. Fuck! I am the only one responsible for everything harmful that has happened to me in my life.

So Friday early evening I went back to the park. I got cleaned out and horny as shit. I wanted to try the park again. So i drove to the park wearing shorts and a t-shirt . I got there and parked my car facing the other cars and sat there looking around. I saw a lot more cars there some empty some guys sitting there. There was two guys in a car across from me looking at towards my car and they got out and started to walk over to me. I opened my window and one said I haven't seen you here before. I said I have been here a couple of times. He leaned into my door window and said want to have some fun? I said that's why I'm here. He said let's see what you have and I pulled my shorts down to expose my cock. He reached in and rubbed my cock a little. He's friend said I want to see his ass. So they opened my door and I got pulled out. I pulled my shorts up. They said follow us. We walked to their car and one of them pulled out a backpack. The we continued to walked down a path he asked top or bottom I said bottom and they both said that's good. We passed some areas and saw a guy getting plowed. This park is amazing I said to them as they said yup. We got to a picnic area and went over to a table overlooked a lake. They stood there looking at me with there hands in there pants. One came up to me and rubbed my chest and worked to my balls and grab them tight. He pulled my shorts down turned me around and pushed me to the table pushed my back so my ass was out and chest flush with the table. Then I heard one of them say great ass as they spread my checks and felt my hole getting licked. Then his face went deep and a tongue going deep in my hole. Felt a finger go in then two he pulled out as I looked he was wanking his cock the other guy went into the backpack and pulled out a tube and handed it to him. He was lubing up and the other guy got to the other side of the table and grabbed my arms and pulled me tight on the table and felt a cold wipe of jell on my hole and his cock enter me. He thrusted for some time and his friend said fuck that hole. He pumped away till I heard a moan and pulled out. The guy holding me let go and came around and he slid his cock in. He lasted about 5 minutes and pulled out. I heard a voice behind us all say that was hit can I jump in they said go for it. He was pulling his pants down and one climbed on the table sat on my back as this guy started to fuck me. My leggs were giving out and I got pulled on the table as this guy laid on me continuing the fucking. He blew a load and got off. They talked a little to each and I put my short on and was told by the last guy stay as the others left I was alone with this guy and he had me sit on the table lay back and he pulled my short back down and sucked me as his fingers were in my sloppy hole till I exploded. He got up and said thanks for desert and walked away as I tried to get up and get my shorts back on. I looked around and headed back to my car. I had drippings running down my legs. I passed some guys were walking into the path and one said someone had fun. Grabbed my hand and said come with us. I asked where you going? They said a clearing we have a setup. We arrived and there was a few blankets as some guys sat down and the guy that had my hand said get on your knees I want to see your ass. I got down my shorts pulled down and he said wow a few loads and pushed my back down as he pulled my hips and in no time his cock went in. The other guys were kissing and stroking each other then saw one get on his back to get fucked they started fucking as I was getting pounded. Just then I got another load I laid there watching and eventually got up and left. I'm like this place...

Eventually they let me go. I stumbled to a seat, pulled-up my underwear and jeans and sat there, feeling like a pig, as cum soaked through my clothing, only to be absorbed into the seat cover. Men came and went, watching the movies and drinking cans of beer. I guess I must have drifted off 'cause when I awoke it was late in the evening. The cinema was still full, but the clientele had changed. There were more older men, rough looking, some looking like they hadn't washed recently. I asked a guy next to me the time, and what was going on. He replied the cinema had a special reduced price once a week for retired guys, or guys on benefits, real trolls, and that meant most other guys stayed away. As I looked around I realised I was the youngest guy in the cinema, and the I was surrounded by guys who were watching me as much as watching the film. I also noticed several of the men were jerking themselves, cocks protruding from stained trousers beneath their fat bellies. My throat went dry and I felt my own cock stiffening in my pants. A man in an old jumper offered me his fat cock and I leaned over to suck him. His cock tasted salty and his groin smelled of piss. That was apparently a signal to the rest of the men, because within seconds there was a free-for-all, and I was theirs for the taking: I was surrounded, hands investigated my body, slid under my shirt, felt-up my chest, and even went so far as to jerk the cock in my mouth. I grunted with approval, only to find a bottle of poppers had been thrust under my nose. Next my shirt was gone and rough fingers pinched my nipples. I staggered to my feet, sensing this was too much, and aghast I had allowed old, bloated wretches to take command of my body, but at the same time the poppers were swirling in my brain and I nearly fainted. Hands grabbed my arms to steady me and someone whispered. "Steady kid, we 'aint gonna hurt you." They dragged my trousers and pants down, and I heard them hiss with anticipation as my cock sprang up stiff as a poker. Immediately, a balding old man bent and took it in his mouth, his lips encrusted with cold-sores. "Nooo!" I instinctively murmured, even as I thought his services felt excellent. Then a man in the row behind leaned forward and kissed me, his unshaven face rubbing against mine, and his tobacco breath in my nostrils. His shirt was open, and he guided my hands to his fat, sweaty tits which sported rings in the nipples. Slowly, ever so gently, he pulled me forward until I was bent over the seat back where somehow I found his heavy, veiny cock in my mouth. He stroked my hair in a strangely gentle way as he simultaneously reached back, pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my arsehole. I felt other hands on my hips and looked back to see a man old enough to be my grandfather leering at me with a gap-toothed smile. Before I could react, his cock was sliding into me as the fat man held my shoulders down onto the seat back. "P..please.. stop," I gasped, "let me go!" I felt the cock in me swell and throb as it came and the fat man bent and whispered into my ear "You're a good boy 'ain't you? You want to look after us don't you?" Another cock slid into me carrying god knows what diseases, but his hands were so gentle as they smoothed my hair and his voice was so soothing I could only submit and offer my hole for his use....

The pig will out -part 3 Shortly after this, I got a job in London, which meant I didn't have much time for play, but I was hooked: I needed to be bred, almost as if my body was in heat and was desperate to be impregnated. I met a guy in a bar and he told me about a gay cinema not far from where I was working. He said it in a disparaging way - "full of old trolls, got to be desperate to go there as I bet you'd catch something" - without realising that was like a honeypot to a fly, and I found myself obsessing on the prospects of checking the place out, so I bunked off work, telling them I had the 'flu (!) and headed over there. It was a small, nondescript door in a row of shops and at first I thought he had been kidding me, but the door opened when I buzzed, and I found myself in a small reception area with a bored looking guy at a desk with hard core gay porn playing on some monitors behind him. I gave him the entrance money and he indicated a bank of lockers on one wall. "you're welcome to leave your stuff." He leered at me and looked me up and down. "I think you're gonna have a good time. The dirty fuckers down there like fresh meat." I felt my cock swell when he said that and my chest tightened with excitement. He indicated some stairs leading down to a basement. Taking a deep breath, I descended into depravity. At the bottom, it was gloomy and smelled of piss, sweat and spunk like it hadn't been cleaned in years. There was a short corridor with a cinema on the left with about 20 seats, filled with rough looking guys, mostly middle aged, watching a trannie on the screen getting fucked bareback. On the other side was a similar sized room with a screen showing twinks sucking each other in a field, but at the back of the room, behind the last row of seats was a low wall above which I could see the heads of three guys obviously standing to watch the movie. Intrigued, I went up the shallow steps to the back and round the wall, where my heart skipped a beat. The three of them were standing against the wall, trousers and underwear around their ankles, presenting their pale, bare backsides to the narrow space behind them in which was a door way to the corridor. They were all middle aged or older, silver hair glinting in the light from the screen. They looked eagerly at me and I could see lube glistening between the flaccid buttocks of the guy nearest me. At that moment, the door opened and a small, middle-eastern guy with a pock-marked face squeezed into the space behind the row of waiting holes. He opened his jeans and levered out a long, thick cock which hardened in his boney fingers. He grinned at me and chose his victim, a short, tubby guy who looked like a nice old grandad, and began to fuck him. The old guy barely moved or reacted, other than to grunt a little as the cock in his arse began to thrust harder, his eyes still fixed on the screen. The middle-eastern guy suddenly gave a snort of pleasure and thrust tightly into the old man as he emptied his spunk into him. After a few moments, he withdrew his glistening cock, slipped it back into his jeans and was gone. My eyes had adjusted to the gloom, and I gasped as I saw little puddles of spunk on the floor beneath each man's naked buttocks. My body shook with the realisation that they were there to be impregnated by any cock that needed them, like bitches in heat. By now, the little cinema room had filled with guys who had obviously noticed the newbie in their midst and and I knew what I was going to do.....

I’d seen the boy’s ad on line, in various places, BBRT, A4A. He was a horny little pig. It was a photo of his ass. Big, wide and furry. The text of the ad said: “My ass is in the air, I need loads. Come over and breed me. I’m desperate for cum. I’m short, furry and piggy.” Exactly my type. I’d never responded before because I was usually feeling like more of a whore bottom myself. I knew the feeling he was experiencing, desperate for cock and cum in your hole. But I’m a switch and sometimes you just gotta fuck a hole. I’m partial to beefy boys with big butts so I responded. “Hey pig. That’s a great cumdump you have. I love big butts. Love to come over and breed it, especially if you’re already partied up and dripping loads.” And I included some pics of my beefy, hairy body and fat cock. I’m 32, 5’5”, 175 lbs, covered in thick dark hair and have a big juicy uncut 8.5” dick. My dick has been known to make a few “top” daddies lift their legs and beg me to fuck them. But today I knew this wouldn’t be a hard sell. The boy was on line, so he was taking loads. I quickly got an email back from him. “Thank you for responding, sir. I’ve been partying for a few hours. This faggot has three loads in his hole already. Should be enough to lube up your cock so you can breed me full of the cum that I need desperately.” Then he gave me his address. It was just a mile or two away from my house, so I sent him a message back and told him I’d be there in 15 minutes and to be ready. I drove over and parked on a side street in front of an unassuming little white house. He told me to use a particular door code and when I reached for the door, it opened and a tall, slim guy with a sexy beard and hairy chest answered the door, wearing only a jockstrap. “You here to breed the fag? His cunt is nice and partied up. I’m Jesse. Just here helping my buddy get his pussy bred hard.” Jesse reached out and shook my hand. “Greg. Glad to meet ya. Where’s the whore?” Jesse pointed into another room, which had the blinds drawn and a large screen TV playing a Treasure Island video of a whore getting gang banged. I walked into the room and shucked my clothes, so I was only wearing a leather jock and cockring. The large hairy ass I had seen in the ad was on the bed, in the air, face in the pillow. “Hey whore,” I said. “Is your cunt hungry for loads today?” “Yes, sir. Today and every day.”His head stayed buried in the pillow, so I hadn’t yet gotten a good look at his face, but he had large, muscular legs to go with his big, hungry ass, and I could see that the rest of his body was covered in thick blonde hair. He looked like he played rugby or soccer regularly. “Good,” I said. “You’re going to get at least a few from me.” Jesse had followed me into the cumdump’s bedroom, he sat in the corner in a large overstuffed chair, and picked up a bubbler from a table. There was a large plastic bag of Tina on the table and a couple of loaded points. “Damn, man. You guys plan to get fucked UP,” I said, marveling at the amount. “Yeah, we plan to keep this up for a day or two, and don’t wanna run out. Nothing worse than trying to find product when you’re horny as fuck.” Jesse motioned me over and gave me a huge shotgun off the pipe. I held it for a long time in my lungs and then gave it back to him while we kissed each other deeply passing the smoke back and forth. He offered me a point and I took it, gratefully. “What’s the cumdump’s name? Besides faggot,” I said, laughing. Jesse laughed as well and said “Adam. Right faggot?” “Yes, sir,” came from the bed. I walked over, grabbed a large buttplug that was sitting next to him on the bed and slid it up his ass. I could hear him breathe in, sharply. Then he began to moan. “Sit up, I said,” and Adam sat up and scooted over to the edge of the bed so that he could share the pipe with Jesse. He was a sexy little fucker. No more than 5’3” tall, maybe 160 lbs., blonde and super hairy with a blonde buzzcut and trim beard. “Want a slam, faggot?” “Fuck yes. Slam me up and rape my cunt, you dirty fucker.” He had an evil grin on his face and his pupils were huge and black. “Of course I will. Let me do myself first, pig.” Jesse and Adam were sharing more clouds, and both of them leaned over to share with me as well. I was getting deliciously spun, and horny as fuck. Jesse reached over to the table and handed me a tourniquet which I put on my arm. A quick wipe with an alcohol pad and BOOM. Into the stratosphere. It was good shit and I began to cough. When I caught my breath I turned to Jesse and said “Motherfucker! How strong was that!?” He got an evil grin on his face, and said “I”ll never tell.” Then he leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth while Adam got on his knees and pulled Jesse’s cock out of the pouch of his jockstrap. It was nice and fat and uncut. He started to slurp on the hard cock that would shortly be pounding his pussy. But first I had to slam the little pig. I pulled him off Jesse’s cock which caused him to whimper a little and told him to lay back on the bed. He complied quickly and I was able to quickly put the tourniquet on and find a nice fat vein and register. I looked Adam in the eye and said “you ready boy? We’re gonna set your cunt on FIRE.” “FUCK YEAH! I was born ready for this!.” Then I pulled back the plunger and pushed it hard into the fag. He was already tweaking pretty hard, although Jesse told me later they’d only been smoking up to that point, and his eyes rolled up into his head. He muttered “Oh, FUCK,” under his breath and then started to cough. I reached over, pulled the plug out of his ass, lifted his legs over his head and shoved my fat uncut dick into his gaping hole. Adam moaned hard and began to whimper. “Please fuck me, Sir. I’m a worthless faggot who needs to be raped and bred.” I looked down at his handsome face, spit right between his eyes, and said “You have no idea, faggot.” And I started to pound his cunt. Jesse laughed and moved over to the bed where he stuck his own fat uncut dick into Adam’s mouth. The boy was being spit roasted by two pig cocks and was clearly in heaven. I started to plow him in earnest and knew this was going to be a fun time. I didn’t have anything to do for several days so I figured we’d all have a good time. Just as I was getting a rhythm built up, I heard the front door open. Jesse laughed and pulled his cock out of Adam’s mouth. “Better go greet our next guest.” He disappeared out of the room and I couldn’t help but notice that he had a nice hairy ass, too. But. Turned my attention back to Adam and spit in his face again. “You’re a filthy fucking cumdump, aren’t you son?” He just glared back at me and spit back in my face and smiled. “Dirty fucker. Rape me hard.” END PART 1.

Many, many married men will get up to no good while on business trips. Free of the rules and responsibilities of their home lives, they can enjoy whatever is on offer in the town or city they are visiting, without having to spend time being a good father to their children, nor tending to the whims of their not-so-adoring wives. Perhaps some will just enjoy a bit of time alone in their room with pay-per-view porn, while others hit the bars and get stinking drunk. Time will be spent at strip clubs and other seedy establishments, or maybe they will be wined and dined by their corporate hosts at the most elite of restaurants. Many travelling men are sure to commit acts of adultery, whether that involves paying for it or not. I am certain that there will be far fewer married men who do the things I get up to on my business trips, though I expect there are some. Men with these types of urges probably resort to picking a guy up in a bar, arranging a hook-up on an app, or paying for a hustler to visit their hotel room. There are probably a few who spend the night getting down and dirty in a cruising bar or club. But willingly, night after night, bending over with their arse pressed to a hole in the cubicle wall in some public toilets? No, on that front I think I’m probably in a very small minority. But that’s what I do, and I now know all the best spots to visit in the cities I travel to the most. You might even say I have developed something of a routine, from what I pack, where I stay, and managing my time well so that I can get enough sleep around my nighttime activities to not have my work suffer. But this particular trip was not to be routine, and I had planned it that way deliberately. My wife took so little interest in me these days that I knew I could get away with using a bit of annual leave between my Frankfurt and Berlin trips while spinning her a yarn about it being back-to-back deals. This would give me some time to enjoy the nocturnal opportunities in the German capital, without having to worry about being on form for work the next day. I even used some of the loyalty scheme points I’d built up to book different accommodation for that part of the trip, so that it could be truly separate from where I’d be on the working days and yet with no risk it would show up on my credit card bill. The other major difference this time was internal. Aside from the odd blip early on in these adventures, I had been secretly taking the necessary pills to allow me to receive loads without too much concern. Condoms had been a feature once, but those days were long over. However, a few weeks before this trip I had also ditched the pills. You see, I was knocking on the door of 50, and my youngest son had just started university. The need to hold the loose threads of my marriage together was gone, and I was sure my wife and I would be parting soon whatever happened. I mean, I was already pretty sure she was sleeping with her personal trainer, so she might be keen to wrap things up too now that we had done much of our duty as parents. I didn’t want to wait to get on with a new life for myself though, particularly as it was becoming an ever more challenging battle to keep my body as lean and toned as I wanted it, so I had decided to take some action to get to where I wanted to be. That involved one main goal: to be pozzed. It was something I had lusted after for years. Initially it was probably the allure of the risk, but as time passed I began to realise that I saw it as a form of freedom that I craved. Eventually I mentally connected it with being released from my marriage, and this led me to where I found myself in Berlin. Pressed up against a cubicle wall, a cigarette in my mouth, and my freshly brushed hole open and ready for whatever was coming my way. With a couple of event ads placed on the apps to encourage men to visit, alongside the normal pretty busy passing traffic, I was hopeful of several loads as well as maybe the first steps on my journey to conversion. By the time the fourth cock of the night was jackhammering in and out of me, I was completely high on the nicotine, poppers, and utter depravity of it all. I just loved being used and bred, and I was really getting off on the knowledge that there was nothing protecting me from anything the men breeding me were carrying. As yet no-one had let me know they were poz, but my imagination was filling in the blanks as I pictured the virus being pumped into me repeatedly. “You want poz?” I heard a man ask from outside the cubicle door, just as the fourth man slammed in a final time and blew his load. “Yes” I panted. “I not poz you here” the man outside the door said, with a thick German accent. “But you come to this place tomorrow at 5 o’clock and we will give you poz.” A note was shoved under the door, and then I heard his footsteps as he walked away. I was about to reach for the note when a fifth cock started pushing into me, and in the end it was three more loads before there seemed to be no more takers for a bit. I pulled myself up straight and stretched, then bent down to lift the note off the tiled floor. When I opened it up I saw an address written down, along with several bullet points all in German. Although I recognised some of the words, I could not decipher the rest so decided I would sort it out on Google Translate when I got back to my hotel. I folded the note back up and shoved it into the pocket of the jeans I had left on the toilet seat, before bending myself back over and pressing against the glory hole. I lit up another cigarette, and happily waited for the next cock. It was the early hours of the morning when I emerged from the shower at the hotel and slumped onto the bed. I reached for the note and phone sitting on the bedside table, and began to type out the text. I almost immediately sprung a hard-on when I read the translation: - Be at the address at 17:00. Do not be late. - You must be wearing a wide leather collar and wide leather cuffs. - You must be wearing rubber underpants with a hole in the back. - You must be wearing black leather boots. - We will not bring any lubrication or chemicals, so you must have your own if you want them. - You will not go home until the morning, and you will be infected. This was beyond my wildest dreams, and despite how tired I was from a long night of being anonymously gang bred, I immediately set about trying to find somewhere I could buy all the gear they wanted me to be wearing, seeing as I had nothing like any of it with me. Fortunately there seemed to be a few suitable shops close to each other, so I saved a few locations on the map app and then set an alarm so that I would have enough time to visit them, hopefully get what I needed, and then prepare for getting to the location. I also quickly booked a hire car to have for a couple of days, as I wasn’t sure about getting there by public transport or taxi given its remote location in an industrial estate on the edge of the city. Once everything was done that could be done at that time of the night, I plugged my phone into the power, turned off the light, and lay down for a happy night’s sleep in the afterglow of my most depraved night of sex yet. After a groggy start the next day, I successfully bought everything required from two of the shops, and then picked up the hire car and parked it at the hotel. I spent a bit of time showering and douching, before using a toothbrush on myself just to get prepared. I then donned the rubber boxers, admiring myself and my exposed crack in the mirror for a bit, and then pulled on the tracksuit trousers I had brought with me for exercising. The leather boots went on next, which looked a bit odd but I didn’t care. I then pulled on a tank top and a hoodie, deciding it was best to save the rest until I arrived. I put everything else I would need in my gym bag, along with some power bars, a couple of bottles of water, and some fresh clothes and a towel for the eventual journey back. Happy that I had all I would need, I headed down to the car park, had a quick cigarette, then got in and drove off to the address the map app was directing me to. When I arrived, I found I was in a deserted and largely derelict industrial area on the edges of East Berlin. There were notional fences around the various plots, but these had long since been partially torn down or holes ripped into them for access. It was the kind of place that you knew you probably shouldn’t be, which of course made it all the more appealing for me given the depths of depravity I was seeking to plumb on this trip. Many of my favourite piggy bareback pornos had been filmed in settings like this, and now I was possibly going to be getting a chance to act out the fantasy of those orgies and gangbangs for myself. I hopped out of the car, looked around a bit to make sure I was as alone as it seemed, and then finished off getting changed. I have to say, it was pretty thrilling to be stripping down to a near-naked state in late afternoon sunshine on a public street, even if it was apparently devoid of other people. Once done, I checked myself out in the reflection of the car window, loving how I looked with the massive padded leather collar I had bought and deciding there and then that this would be a regular part of my playtime outfit in future. The address I had been given noted a company name, and I could see an old sign on the plot next to where I had parked which matched that. I therefore walked to a gap in the fence of that plot, carefully climbed through, and then made my way across a large broken concrete lot until I reached the single building. There were a couple of service entrances which both had the shutters down, but I also saw a door that was open so headed for that. It led to a dark and smelly corridor, which I followed round a couple of corners until it opened onto what I guessed was once a factory floor. The roof on one side was gone so there was daylight flooding in, but it was in the shade over to the side that some movement caught my attention. A young Adonis was standing there, dressed just like I was. He had blond hair and tanned skin, and even at a distance and with him in the shade, I could tell he was absolutely ripped. I headed over to investigate, and he looked up as he saw me approaching. “Hi” he said, with a slight accent that suggested he might be Swedish. “Hi” I said. “Are you also here for…” He grinned at me, as I sort of swirled my hand in a nondescript way. “Yes, I am here for that” he replied, still smiling. “Cool” I said. “Are you married too?” he asked, surprising me a little. “Er, yeah” I replied, “though probably not for much longer.” He grinned again. “Me as well” he said. “I will get pozzed and then I can be with her brother.” I think my mouth dropped open when he said this, causing him to chuckle. “Her brother fucked me at the wedding, and all the time after” he said, smiling. “But he is poz and always has a condom.” “I see” I said. “And he won’t poz you?” “No” he replied, shaking his head. “So I have come here so I can be his.” I obviously did not know anything about the brother-in-law, but I was a little astounded that any man would deny a stunning young stud like this what he was looking for, especially if it meant you got to then be with him. Maybe it was some sort of family loyalty, though fucking your wife’s new husband on the day of their wedding did not seem to show much in the way of said loyalty. “Well” I said, starting to open one of the two packets of cigarettes I was carrying so I could have a smoke, “I hope you get what you came for today.” “You as well” he said, nodding when I offered him a cigarette from the packet. We both lit up our cigarettes and smoked in silence for a while. “Have you taken poz before?” he asked, just after we had both stubbed out our cigarettes on the floor. “Probably” I replied. “I got fucked a lot last night.” “That is hot” he said. “I hope my boyfriend will give me to other men to use once I am divorced.” “It’s a lot of fun” I said, smiling at him. Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of a steel door being opened on the other side of the factory floor, and we both turned and watched as five men emerged from some other part of the factory. All five were wearing leather boots, chaps and harnesses, and all had shaved heads with various forms of facial hair. Each of them was wearing a different combination of huge silver accessories, from neck chains to bracelets, or thick rings in their ears or noses. However, what stood out the most was the slightly wasted look each of them had, and all of them were adorned with biohazard tattoos on their chests or arms. I sprung an erection almost immediately. This is what I wanted, and some day I would seek to replicate their style, the absolutely immense neck chain and bracelet of one of the guys being a particular draw for me. The men approached us, and then stopped to look us up and down. They gestured for both of us to turn around so they could see our backs and arses, before we were each gently pushed forward to a raised concrete area in front of us where we were then encouraged to bend over. Almost immediately I felt the familiar scratch of a brush being pushed into my hole, but this may have been a new experience for the young Swedish hunk as he yelped and jolted forward. This did not dissuade the men though, and we were both soon being quite vigorously shafted by the brushes to get our holes nice and receptive. After a few minutes the brushes were removed, and immediately replaced by cocks. The fucking was hard and rough from the outset, but I was sufficiently experienced and stretched that it just felt incredible from the get-go. Again, however, my Swedish friend seemed to be struggling with it a bit, probably because his brother-in-law normally went easier on him. However, after a lot of pained panting and groaning, he eventually relaxed and took the fucking. They did a round robin on us for a while, none of them actually reaching the point of breeding, before the fucking stopped and they went back to brushing our holes again for a few moments. I could tell this was to make sure we were really raw now that they were getting close, and sure enough the brush in my hole was quickly replaced by a cock that was slammed in right as the guy roared out. I revelled in feeling him shoot his toxic load into me, and my Swedish partner in crime was even more vocal in his enjoyment of receiving the same treatment. No sooner had the two tops come down off their ejaculations and withdrawn, before the next pair of tops slammed into us and delivered their venom. “Ene mene mu und raus bist du” the last of the men said slowly while standing behind us, clearly making a decision on which of us was going to receive a third load. I was a little disappointed when he rammed into the Swede. Once he was done, the pair of us were pulled up from our bent over positions and walked over to a part of the factory floor where there was a large drain. “On knees!” one of the tops barked, and we both hurriedly got down onto the floor. I knew what was coming, and while I had never actually engaged in watersports, I had seen enough porn to know I should assume a certain position and open my mouth. “You!” barked one of the other men at the Swede, “do same!” All five of them then began to piss on us, whether that was in our mouths, on top of our heads, or elsewhere on our bodies. I heard the Swede gag choke a couple of times, but I was fine and actually realised why men got into this so much. When they were done, they walked away from us towards the door they had first emerged from. “You shower!” barked one of them before he went through the door, pointing at another door over to the side. “Then we come back.” We both hauled ourselves off the floor once they’d left the room, and made our way over to the doorway. Inside was a dark tiled bathroom, and even though the only light was what was coming through the open door from the factory floor, I could see that it was filthy. However, when the Swede went over to a visible shower head and turned the tap underneath, water did indeed start to flow out of it. “It’s cold” he said. “Then we better be quick” I replied. Each of us took a turn washing all the piss off our skin under the freezing cold stream, not removing any of our gear given that had also been soaked by the men. Once done, we headed to the part of the factory where the roof was gone so we could try to dry off and warm up in the small amount of sunshine that was still making it into that space, though I made a quick dash over to get my cigarettes first. “That was fun” said the Swede, exhaling a plume of smoke. “Sure was” I said. “How long do you think they’ll keep fucking us?” he asked. “The whole night hopefully” I said, giving him a wink. “Better chance of it taking with multiple loads.” The Swede nodded and smiled at that, but said nothing more. We therefore just smoked in silence, pondering what lay in store for us once the men were ready again. I couldn’t wait…

I'm a little confused. The only "rule" I see here that even vaguely hints as to "morals" is the idea of not kissing, because that's the thing that would upset his (cheated on) partner the most, and even that, he says he'll do if the guy is his type. That doesn't sound much like morals in the slightest to me. The rest seems to be "here's how I cover my tracks".

Sounds to me like your "rules" are really more like "things I do so my partner doesn't find out I'm sleazing around behind his back"? Are you looking for additional ways to make sure your betrayal isn't discovered?

No speeding when you should be at work or somewhere else. Good luck explaining a traffic ticket.

Merica, land of the free and with the promise of freedom of speech and the American dream for all, unless you're: - LGBTQ+ - A women - Not white - Not Christian - Anti-gun

I have a buddy. He and I love to bottom side by side. Watching each other. Making out. Encouraging each other.

I put month and year in the title as this topic should I hope become moot as new actions and decisions unfold. Remember when Republicans complained about "activist courts"? They're back!!!! So ever since SCOTUS ruling yesterday the significance of it is settling into my thoughts. Where to from here obviously is whatever actually happens. But now that we have this new permission given the President, perhaps our current president needs to proceed with the obvious and intended use of that controversial decision. A SCOTUS decision this weighty should have been unanimous. That it wasn't, and is squarely at the D/R line (is this our modern mason/dixon line?). Are we at the threshold of civil war? We appear to be at a social impasse (although why we have to be here seems to me stupid and optional if we choose). It feels like we are AT the point of having to make some very difficult social choices.

SCOTUS has just agreed to hear Free Speech Coalition’s challenge of the Texas AV law. So by this time next year we should have some sort of resolution to the legal questions. But given the make-up of the court, it may just lead to more AV laws. But at least things will be less up in the air. This is why who you vote for matters - they determine the make-up of the court…

This is about as close that I get to a chatroom, but not surprised. It is hard enough to find a hookup in person who does not have to keep messed up. Even out here in suburbia, all these “upstanding married family men” can’t seem able to fuck without it. And there’s nothing more boring than hooking up with PNP guys. If you are so bad at sex it takes chemicals to play with you, I’d rather not.

There is also a big difference between a hole that's loose and a hole that's worn out.

I'm versatile, and love finding guys willing to let me use the cum from my ass as lube to fuck them after I've been bred. I also go to orgies where guys kneel or lay on a bench while other men circle them going from hole to hole.

Aint sex if it aint raw and and the top breeds his btm

More likely at the (federal) Metropolitan Detention Center - Brooklyn.

Use a VPN… (I really should be promoting one…)

The hallway was darker than usual. All the lights above each of the booths was red. No one was in them. I walked down the hall looking into every booth. Every door was open. I completely lost my shorts at this point I was walking in my jockstrap and compression top down the length of the hall. I got to the end of the first row of booths and saw that no one was in there. No one was in any of the booths. The place seemed empty and strangely quiet. The usual techno dance music was not playing. There just seem to be a hum. Pulsing hum. The sound, it’s vibration, pervaded every corner of the space. I walked to the end of the row of booths and turned the corner into a short row that had only six booths along the left-hand side. the Very last booth was occupied. I knew whoever was in that booth would be my destiny. I knew whatever cock came through the Gloryhole, whatever cock slid up into my body, whatever cock spewed its seed into my guts would be toxic. I would get what I was craving. The darkness in the hallways seemed to deepen and the hum all around me grew more intense and I heard that voice again saying, “Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. I stripped off my shirt and tossed it in the corner. As I stepped into the booth I rubbed my hands all over my torso. Stopped at my nipples to tweak and twist them until I groaned. I couldn’t see anyone. But I knew he was there. I knew all I had to do was put my ass up against the hole and I would get fucked. I would get fucked by a demon cock. Filled with demon seed. I couldn’t stop rubbing my own body. My hands felt so warm so electric. It did not feel like my hands. Someone or some thing else stroked my body. My hands contained 1000 tiny shocks. My cock was straining at the pouch of my jockstrap. Pre-cum leaked like a faucet out of the end Soaking the pouch in negative pre-come. My whole twitched and quivered. I pulled the bottle of poppers from the waist of my jockstrap. I put the bottle up to my nose and breathe in the fumes as deeply as I could. At the same time I shifted my weight and turned. It felt as though the open Gloryhole was pulling me toward it. There was a magnetism to it. A darkness to it. In fact the light had gone off in the other booth. And it was dark. So dark it was like looking into a void and I heard breathing deep raspy breathing coming from the other side. Coming from the booth. I looked away and put the poppers bottle to my other nostril and breathed deeply again. As my ass pressed up against The dark void I heard those words again “Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. The words were chanted in rhythm to the hum pulsing all around me in the air. The hum grew louder and louder, my hunger grew deeper and deeper. The chant grew louder and louder. Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”.Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. I dropped the poppers bottle onto the floor and it’s contents spilled out and smell of them filled the booth intensifying my head rush. It hit me like a freight train I pressed my ass against the void. I reached back and grabbed my cheeks and pull them apart. I pressed myself harder against the hole and then I felt it. It was cold and smooth. It didn’t move like a hard cock entering my body through a Gloryhole. It moved like a snake cold, slithering up against my skin. Slithering over my hole. it’s circled my pucker three times. My hole seem to open on its own. And relaxed. The slithery head pressed against my opening. Pressed harder and slid through with ease. The cold slithery thing moved deeper into my body. It writhed around in my rectum. Pressed down on my prostate. It banged on my prostate. It felt as though at one point fangs entered my prostate. My head swam. And then probing pushing probing pushing until it pressed up against my second opening. It pushed and pushed until my whole opened fully to it and it slid quickly coldly into my abdomen. Deeper and deeper I felt it moving, Felt wriggling deeper and deeper. Bumping against the walls of my guts. Letting off pulses of electricity. My head spun faster and faster. The hum pulsed more quickly. Faster and faster. The chant increased faster and faster. I moaned and pressed even harder against the void. ” yes. Yes.“ I whimpered and whispered. “ I receive it. I receive it. I received it.“ I whispered over and over again and each time I whispered, it was louder in my head. And then I started repeating the chant “Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. Ayer avage aloren Asmodeus aken.”. The feelings were overwhelming. My cock was dripping spewing constantly. I was in a state of orgasm that just wouldn’t stop. My cock throbbed, my ass clenched and unclenched. I moaned and thrashed and pressed even harder against the void. I felt as of half my body was swallowed up in the darkness. I felt as if my belly were expanding, swelling , filling with whatever it was that slithered into my body. Then the feelings became so intense so overwhelming, I literally screamed and my ass spasmed around the slithering thing and my cock seem to break open and flood semen into the pouch my jock and onto the floor. And then the darkness swallowed me.

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A 28 year old Colombian guy who was in my city on vacation hit me up on Jack'd. I didn't think he was serious at first but he came through. I offered him a drink and we chatted a bit. It wasn't long before he had my legs pinned over his shoulders as he pumped two loads into me back to back. After he cleaned up, I told him that I wanted to cuddle (I usually don't want to but he was super sexy). He obliged and fell asleep in my arms. An hour later, I noticed he was playing with his cock so I offered him oral. That got him going and he proceeded to plow my hole mercilessly. I thought about telling him I needed a break but then I thought, I work out regularly. Let's see if I can keep up. And I got my reward. Two more loads. He's a heavy cummer too. Cum was splashing out my hole like milk. He left at 3 am. Kudos to him for talking me out of my panties after dinner because I usually close up shop by 10 pm lol 😅.

I have been acquaintances of his for many years. We never fucked. But he never was a nice person. He was arrogant and he was rude to others. He knows that his personality and body were captivating. And he thought that he deserved all of the accolades. Basically, he was a douche bag.

Brandon being almost as tall as I was didn't make it difficult to attach his limbs at the edges. I knew the length I was used to would be the same. His ass now spread wider, I can see the tight puckered hole contracting and expanding with my precum dripping out more than before. I had underestimated myself. Seeing his buns jiggle from the slap I gave inspired a series of several more that left Brandon to moan differently. Of course, I had to finger him to know how much of my precum was in him. His insides were warm with its texture like velvet. I was impressed at how tight he still was when I felt his grip as I pulled out to offer a taste. Like a thirsty bitch he slurped, expecting more. A testament to how cum craved he was. I continued to collect my precum out of him. Impatient, I dived to eating his hole out, sucking it in hopes of easing it for what's coming. Though I rarely kiss the initiates, it would be a transgression to waste cum in the brotherhod. My lips met Brandon's with my tongue pushing my runny fluid into him without a protest. He lapped the outline of my mouth to savour the most of it. In vain, he tried to reach up to my mouth again as our lips parted when I stood, salivating for more. I stared down to the desperate look he gave, panting with the last drops of precum I fed dripping down both sides of his chin from the edge of his mouth. I held his head with my thumbs brushing it back in. "Don't you worry, I got you." He nodded silently, signalling gratitude. It wasn't enough for me. Still cradling his head with the palm of my right hand, I pulled it off to give him a light slap. "What do you say?" "Thank you" "You're very welcome" Brandon's hole now 'clean', it was time. 6 different toys were taken out from the bag. 3 butt plugs, 2 beads and 1 dildo that was as long as a wine bottle with the girth of a can. All in full steel. I decided on the first plug and placed the rest in each cells of the pentagram that was carved under the mattress. One of the 5 candles at each point were lit & I dipped the first plug in a jar of cum that the Brotherhood contributed. Before inserting, I sprinkled a pinch of T to freshen him up. He was starting to get quiet. Slowly his hole was intruded by the cold, steel glazed bulb that brought his loud screech back. The moment his rectum took it in, I heard a long sigh. I stood up to view the base of the plug in between his peachy buns slowly bouncing itself up and down to match his inner contractions. It wouldn't be long til his deep breaths returned back to the hungry huffs and pants I had earlier heard. When half the candle turned to wax, it was time to move on. Brandon screamed his loudest when the plug was pulled out. A scream of relief with a lasting yearn. The plug wasn't glossy as before, indicating how absorbent his hole was. I could see how spun Brandon was again with the sweat he produced. I pulled his long fringe back to the back of his head in a clip and wiped his face. I still had compassion. His hole was wide open, far from closing up in its contraction. It was now blooming. The beads were next. 7 balls with size starting as small as a golf ball to a softball. Brandon diligently took each ball without a flinch until the last. It posed a challenge. He moaned louder as I introduced the final sphere into him. His hole enveloped a quarter of it before we came to a halt. "Breathe slowly. Believe in your calling. Know what you were made for. Go on.." Dead silence with only the sound his sweat drops, Brandon quietly inhaled as much as he could to allow the ball in, swallowing itself from my push. The sight of the loop curving itself was perfect. The beads were in him til the rest of the candle finished burning. The pure bliss he felt from the beads ceased when I pulled out the largest ball. Gradually the 3 balls were pulled out of him with moans that made my cock twitch. I enjoyed the spun sounds that Brandon made. It kept me hard. The change of his pitch in his moans and the rapid pantings he produced were music to me. I pulled the last 4 instantly to hear the loud tune of his cries. "How are you feeling?" "FF--f-fucking great please fill my hole, please.." The trembled stuttering voice caused my rock hard cock leak. I had to properly breed him. My plunge into him was smooth like butter thanks to his loose hole. I rammed rougher with a kind of vigour I didn't know I had. It was crucial to hear his yelps in rhythm with my charged load building itself up. The louder it was, the closer I got. "Are you ready? Tell me you want it, prove it!" "I fucking want it please, I surrender myself to you, make me your sacrifice, give me your seed I fucking beg you" It was the longest string of sentence I've heard from him since the 2nd booty bump. He shouted it clear with conviction, full consciousness. Unable to hold it any longer, I clasped onto his back as I release the potent life changing load into Brandon, losing track of the number of ropes I had came in him. Was it 6? 8? The orgasm was long and intense. I held onto him for a while, sensing my seed leaking. I popped in the other butt plug. "T-t-thank you..." "We're only halfway done bitch." I stood back to the sight of his back glistening from the light of all the newly lit candles surrounding us. Perhaps it was time to brand him. It would be less painful either way in this state. That was what I had experienced. I headed to the stove with the iron rod displaying the insignia. Waiting it to heat up, I placed my hand to feel the back my neck, tracing the shape of the pentagram scar I received more than a decade ago. As I checked for the iron glowing, I fully see that it was actually a sigil of baphomet. I rushed to turn my back into a mirror to inspect myself. It was there. I could feel the outlines of the figure protruding out my skin. It didn't take long for the rod to be red-hot. I had to mentally prepare myself from not coming again from Brandon's screams.

I don't think that multiple guys, having sex 1 to 1 - qualifies as an "orgy". That word implies a bunch of men, each with some other guy's Cock in his mouth or Hole, his own Cock in a mouth or Hole, with a constant motion of swapping Cocks/Holes/Mouths. Tops serially fucking different Holes, bottoms taking different Cocks, Sperm being passed from Hole to mouths and back again, all in a constantly moving, writhing mass of men. No Cock ignored, no Hole ignored, ideally every Cock at least rutting in every Hole, every mouth at least tasting every Cock & every Hole, all in a lovely, magnificent maelstrom of pure, uninhibited joyful mating. Kinda like the darkrooms (or orgy room occasionally) over at Slammer - late on a Saturday night. It doesn't happen every Sat night, but when it does, it's magical.

I laughed at the boy begging me to rape him. Then I spit in his face. “Dirty little faggot. Careful what you wish for. We’re gonna ruin this sloppy cumdump.” I started to plow him steady and hard, feeling the hot walls of his ass sucking my dick inside. I could feel he was already lubed up. The boy started to moan as my cock sank all the way up his hole. I looked over at Jesse, who had come back in the room, followed by a short, well built mid 20s guy. The newbie’s mouth was agape like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I just smiled and waved him over. “Hey dude. Take your clothes off and come fuck this faggot. How many loads does the kid have in him, Jesse?” Jesse laughed and said “two from me, and two from some random Daddy types who left just before you got here. Nice big cock on those two. Adam was begging for their loads. He’s such a fucking whore.” Adam moaned on the bed as I kept up a steady pace fucking him. The new guy quickly shucked his clothes, showing off a nice tight body with a big fat dick. He was short and smooth with a sexy brush cut, and his cock was uncut. He also had a nice treasure trail from his furry stomach down to thick pubes. An impressive dick hung there, rock hard. I reached out grabbed his cock, and played with his foreskin which barely uncovered the head. He moaned loudly. “What’s your name kid?” “Brian,” he said. “This is so fucking hot. I had a hell of a week and really need to bust a nut.” “Stick around, Brian. We’ll get you fucked up and fuck all night,” Jesse said. He smiled big and pointed to the bong on the table and the big bag of T. “Oh I don’t do drugs,” Brian said. Jesse smiled even bigger and said “It’s cool, you can do them or not do them. Your choice.” Clearly Jesse was gonna give the kid a booty bump whether he wanted it or not. He had a nice firm ass that I knew we were both going to be inside by the end of the night. Brian moved around to the front of the faggot and shoved his ample cock in Adam’s mouth and both of them loudly moaned. Brian fucked Adam’s mouth for a bit then leaned down and spat on his face, licked it off and grinned. Then he leaned over and started to make out with Adam who moaned louder and started riding my dick even harder, trying to get my cock as far up his cunt as it would go. The boy was on fire. Jesse leaned down and started to make out with Adam and Brian, playing with Brian’s rock hard cock. Jesse leaned down and took Brian’s cock into his mouth while I began to fuck Adam harder, so both of the boys started to moan for different reasons. One because his cunt (and reason for living) was getting split open by my fat dick, and the other because his equally fat dick was being swallowed by a handsome bearded cock sucking pig. I wanted to last longer, so I leaned over and whispered in Brian’s ear “Why don’t you fuck the faggot now? He’s all lubed up and squishy with strangers’ cum.” Brian got a wicked grin on his face, then stuck his tongue in my mouth and then we rearranged positions so that he could slide his rock hard dick into Adam and I laid down to take a break, alternating between making out with Adam and Jesse and whispering dirty things in their ears. “You gonna booty bump this kid,” I asked Jesse? He just smiled and looked at me with his huge black pupils. “What do you think?” I just smiled and made out with him harder. I had a feeling our young friend was going to end up with a butt full of cum, just like Adam. Brian pounded Adam’s cunt hard for about 15 minutes while Jesse and I made out with him and egged him on to breed the fag harder. Finally, the shortness of his breath told us he was about to blast the faggot full of another load of sperm. I leaned over to Brian and said “come on, dude, give that faggot your load. Knock him up. The little whore needs more cum to lube up his pussy.” “Fuck, I”m gonna cum!,” Brian moaned and I could see his nuts pull up as he dumped another load our little rugby dump. Adam moaned and begged, “please shoot your fucking load in me. I need your cum inside my cunt. FUUUUUCK.” Breathing heavily, Brian collapsed on Adam’s back and his cock popped out of the boy. I reached down and could feel the cum start to leak from his jizz hole. When his cunt was empty he started to moan and beg “Please. Fuck me. I need more cock. Please.” “What do you say boys? Should we find some strangers to gang rape this cumdump?” They both laughed and said “fuck yeah!” Jesse grabbed the bong and leaned over to give Adam another huge shotgun of T. I leaned down and took it from him and tried to give it to Brian, who turned his head away. He laughed nervously. I blew the smoke away from him and thought “we’ll get you yet, boy. You’re gonna be begging me for my dick before the end of this night.”

After the old man came in me, I felt something give way in my mind. I don't know if it was the smell of poppers permeating the dark, sweaty atmosphere or whether it was the filthy loads I had already taken inside me, but I felt my body shiver with lust and a need to breed like I was in heat. The man stroking my head felt the change as I squirmed and slobbered over his cock. He raised my head and saw my swollen face and bright eyes and grinned at me, revealing sores clustering over his lips. "That's a good boy!" He breathed. "You're nearly there. Accept it." He raised me up and grabbed my arm. "C'mon." He said. As he pulled me towards the aisle, I tripped over my trousers and pants, leaving them on the filthy floor so I was naked from the waist down. He dragged me down the aisle to the toilets which were off to one side. I was aware of men following us, mere shadows in the darkness like demons from hell. There was no light inside, and the small area reeked of piss. He groped to one side, and dragged me into a cubicle and sat down on the pan. Then he pulled my head down onto his cock . "Suck it, bitch!" He whispered. I began to slobber over his erection, literally shaking now with lust and depravity. I felt bodies cramming in into the space behind me, fingers dipping into my cum soaked hole and excited whispers and the sound of zips being drawn down. Then the first cock began to slide into me and a fat belly was lifted onto my bare bottom. The man began to thrust like a rabbit, working himself quickly to a climax as the others urged him on. "Hurry up! Don't take all night. We all want a turn!" He grunted, his cock throbbed in me as he spurted, and then it was literally ripped out of me as eager hands pulled him to one side and another cock was thrust into me. I was lost. I felt my legs open wide, stretching my hole as wide as I could and pushing back in heat to milk their diseased cocks. I was in heaven or in hell. I didn't care. All I felt was the hands stroking my face, his voice saying "Good. Well done. Take them all." and troll after troll emptying his balls into me.

One of the guys standing against the wall pulled up his trousers and dug a tissue from his pocket, wiping the crack of his arse before fastening up his belt and leaving through the door into the corridor. I looked around at the group of men who had followed me into the cinema and felt my heart start to pound . I descended the two steps into the standing space and moved against the wall. With trembling fingers, I undid my trousers, and pushed them and my underpants down to my ankles. The man next to me grinned, and offered me a battered tube of KY. I unscrewed the cap, squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and rubbed it into my hole, feeling the cool lube on me. I was only just in time. Several guys squeezed into the space behind me as I gave the lube back and rested my arms on the top of the wall and watched the screen where the twinks were playing. Bodies crowded behind me, and I felt rough fingers pulling my buttocks apart. Suddenly, a long, thin cock probed my cunt and began to slide up me. I gasped with shock and excitement as the smooth length slid right up me and then began to thrust in and out. There were gasps and soft grunts behind me and a voice whispered "Fuck it. Fuck that hole." The man in me lowered his trousers and raised his shirt so I could feel his fat, hairy belly pushing against my arse. It was really hot in that small space, and I began to sweat profusely. Poppers were shoved under my nose, and I gratefully took a deep sniff, feeling my body melt in surrender to the urgent thrusts in and out of my rectum. "Look at that" someone else said, "he fuckin' loves it." The man in me gave a grunt of pleasure as his cock swelled and spurted into me. He sighed happily and pulled out and a gush of his spunk dripped onto the floor. "Christ!" someone laughed. "Dirty little sod's doing it bareback!" There was some jostling behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see a fat black guy, face running with sweat and shirt unbuttoned to reveal a pair of tits and a huge belly. He dropped his pants, and I just had a glimpse of a dark, fat, veiny cock before he pushed it into me, crushing me against the wall with his bulk. He began to fuck me with slow, delicious strokes until I was gasping for breath and my hole had flowered open around his shaft. "Like that, bitch?" he whispered into my ear. "Like that big cock up your cunt?" I moaned and nodded, thrusting back to meet him and feeling his sweaty belly against my back. "Want my cum, boy?" he breathed, the thrusts in my arse getting faster. I gasped in pleasure and he said "Dirty bitch, came here to get knocked up, didn't you?" I knew what he meant and felt my body shiver with fear, but it was too late now. I was crushed helplessly against the wall. "Gonna give you my poison," he breathed "and you be knocked up good." His hand snaked around and clamped over my mouth and then he gave a loud snort of pleasure and his cock throbbed and swelled, throbbed and swelled and I knew he was pozzing me. When he'd finished, he pulled his cock out of me, scooped up the cum running between my cheeks, and pushed into me with his finger. I heard him laugh and say." Well now, boys, bitch wants knocking up. Who else's got a good strong, dirty load for him?" Next to me was the thin, middle-aged guy who had given me the lube and had been standing naked against the wall, hoping to entice a cock into his flaccid, wrinkly buttocks. The veins stood out on his legs and arms and he had a firm, round pot belly. His cock was rigid as he had watched events, and I saw him give an evil grin, as he said "Me next" The black guy put his face close to mine and whispered. "This guy has full-blown AIDS. You sure you want him?" I said nothing, although my heart pounded in my chest and my mouth was dry with fear. He patted me gently on the shoulder as he said to the other guy "Guess he's all yours, John." The wasted creature got behind me and I felt the first stab of his diseased cock and then it slid up me in a rush. " Oh God" I gasped, taking another his of poppers and giving myself up to depravity. The black guy gently stroked my hair and whispered soothingly "It's ok, kid. Just relax. Take his babies." The man was fucking me like a rabbit and gasping with excitement. "Here it comes!" he gasped and the black guy held my face, turning it to kiss him as the poz spunk began to flow into me. Tears rolled down my cheeks, whether with happiness or fear I couldn't say, but when it was done and the thin man had backed off into the crowd, I could only surrender as the black guy pulled me sideways and bent me over, reaching over to spread my cheeks so the cum could be clearly seen leaking from my hole. "Who's next?" he asked.

That kind of test wouldn't necessarily work, because you'd know he was wearing a condom, and that knowledge might alter your mood (you said yourself you didn't want to do that, and he wouldn't either, and that might change the way he fucks, too). The way to test would be a 3-part test, each conducted multiple times. First would be getting bred as usual, taking loads. Second would be him pretending to cum inside you, but not cumming at all. Third would be him using a condom. All three of which you'd be blindfolded for, and forbidden to reach back and touch his cock so you have no idea which kind of fuck you were getting. If he has big loads and/or you tend to feel them leak out later, you'd need to be plugged afterward (though it needed be a huge plug, just one large enough to stop leaks). You'd also have to have random numbers of each kind of fuck, with him recording your moods after each, but not telling you what kind of fuck each was. Then, and ONLY THEN, would you have any real notion of whether the semen inside you was an actual contributing factor. Probably more trouble than it's worth, but you might enjoy it nonetheless.

This was my thought exactly: the only “rule” was kissing and that was excepted for “older white guys;” the rest are methods. Since I would never cheat on anyone much less my husband I am unqualified to contribute further on the topic. Tangentially I will add that on the rare occasions I or my husband play separately the “guest star’s” cum and sweat on or in whichever of us played is a HUGE attraction for the one left out.

If you're still making films, I'd love to participate. Love mild-to-wild play, have gear, and happy to be a slinged cum dump. Also experienced behind the camera. Or, can offer my townhouse here in Orlando as an alternate filming location. Have a private, walled courtyard for outdoor play, or, indoors have a sling, fuck bench, bed restraints, sex swing, massage & inversion tables, fetish/leather gear, and more. I'm retired so available for day or night activities, at your site or mine.

It's even better when it's my husband! When we both are in a bottom mood, we get one of our top buddies to come over. It's so hot and just so beautiful to be on our knees, side by side, making out, and a fuck buddy slide into one and than the other of us. The passion and lust is just fucking beautiful!

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I had a great time there this weekend. I sucked so much dick, got fucked by a lot of cock, and took a fair amount of piss. I can't wait to go back next month.

I hit up an old leather bar on my way home from an event Saturday just after midnight. The boys were buzzed and frisky. I sucked someone off and fucked another dude within 10 minutes. I didn't even bother to buy a drink and bailed. While I was headed home (30min drive) the summer hornies struck and I cruised by a local parking lot to see what might of washed ashore. I found a handsome bearish man in his 40s with his cock out waiting to be sucked. I slobbered on his cock for a good fun while until he couldn't take it anymore and punched a fat load deep down my esophagus. I wiped my beard of drool and drove the last mile home, crawling into bed with my unsuspecting husband.

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Definitely into it. Love open holes, love being stretched, pulling my hole wide open

So on Thanksgiving I had said goodbye to my son Kyle and his boyfriend Mario. Mario had whispered into my ear that’s a load he dropped in my ass first thing this morning could be toxic. The plan was for them to come back at Christmas break and that time hopefully Kyle woul be knocked up and then the two of them could make sure that I got the Christmas gift I wanted. I went back inside and stretched out on my bed again. Just remembering Mario fucking ass and driving a huge load up into me was enough to make me get hard again. I could see Mario in my mind. His smooth perfect skin, his beautiful nickel sized nips, and the biohazard tat on his pec. That gorgeous cock with its dark brown hood made my mouth water all over again. Shorts off I reached down and fingered my wet hole. Was slick with Mario’s seed. I put two fingers up in myself and started rubbing his cum into my ass walls. I moaned as my hole stretched out to accommodate another finger. I just kept working that, sloppy whore with three fingers. Then I slipped in another. I was jamming in my four fingers hard and deep. My cock was getting harder by the second I’m dripping pre-come. I could just imagineMario’s cock still in me. Slipping out almost all the way and slamming back up into me. I could feel his hands on my hips and his lips sucking the sides of my neck. Without even thinking about it I shove my hand even deeper into my hole. No matter how deep my hand went I still felt Mario’s, inside of me. I moaned out loud and brought my legs up. As soon as my legs were up my whole hand slipped up into my ass. In my mind Mario was coming into meAgain and again and again. Pulse after pulse of toxic seed firing into my unprotected hole. I twisted my hand inside my ass and said out loud,” fuck you give me aids. Fucking give me aids. Fill me with that toxic dna. I fucking want aids babies turning my body into its host.” my cock started spasming and come shot out of it hitting me in the face and covering my chest with his sweet stickiness. And moaned and arched my back and as I did so my hand slipped out of my ass. I instinctively dragged that hand through all the cum on my chest and began to lick it off. The taste of my own semen was perfect. I slowly came down off the orgasm. I was getting drowsy and continued to suck and lick on my cummy fingers. I fell asleep again with my fingers in my mouth and then dreamed of fucking my son Kyle again. And in my dreams my younger son watched us stroking his own cock. In my dream my younger son said, “I want to be next dad. Please let me be next. I’ll do anything if you and Kyle will fuck me and make me part of your is aids family.” My younger son started coming just as I was coming into Kyle again. Kyle was cumming in the dream. All three of us, me and my two sons, we’re filling my dream time with a river of semen. I was startled out of the dream by my phone ringing.