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Hell yeah, I feel masculine when I bottom, no reason not to feel that way. Yeah, so, I'm getting fucked by a man - most likely I have just fucked him or will be fucking him when my turn on the bottom is over and it's time to flip. If not, and I'm only bottoming in a session (very unusual - I normally am top-vers, and like both topping and bottoming in any given encounter, but will occasionally only top or only bottom. Doesn't matter, at least to me and in my experience, I'm fully comfortable in my masculinity and to be fair tend to be kind of dom even when I'm getting fucked. And hell, LOOK at the size of some of those cocks out there - it takes a MAN to take some of those without whimpering or whining or crying - and to take it and enjoy it thoroughly, encouraging the other dude to go for it, to pound and pound hard as I know not only can I take it, but can enjoy and have fun doing so. I guess the answer is different for every guy, but I honestly don't see why one would feel any less of a man just because he's getting fucked - unless he wants to feel that way. And although that's very much not for me, that's just fine if someone else wants to explore their more feminine side or whatever when being topped. If someone has the need to feel submissive and dominated and controlled - then fine (I've certainly topped enough guys like that in my life) but it doesn't HAVE to be that way - like me, I consider getting fucked to be physically pleasurable and just another part of how enjoyable I find in all facets of male-on-male sex to be, and I really enjoy bumping into other guys who can span the full spectrum of top/bottom/vers and explore as much variety in their sex life as possible. So, no, I personally don't feel less masculine when being fucked, and don't see any need to feel my masculinity threatened by it - but if others DO feel that way and WANT to feel that way, then cool! Revel in it! But if you feel your masculinity threatened by it and don't want to - then let it go, there's no need to feel that way. You can have both if you want, just realize that the only one who can really threaten your masculinity is YOU - and you get to decide whether that's for you or not!

Genuinely funny how mad this post got people! And you’re absolutely right…here on a forum where bug chasing, raw sex without knowing your status (or sharing that fact) and stealthing is celebrated. 😊

I’ve been a side by side cumdump with other bottoms and it’s definitely a great experience to maximize fluid exchanges. I also love when Tops tell me they were just in another bottom before getting to me, even if I don’t know who the bottom is. Maybe I just love the extra risk and DNA involved. Haha

I've always liked older hairy guys, just just how it is, love to puff up with em and breed them. So here I am a daddy to a hot boy and loving it... How did this happen? Well a couple months ago I was driving home from work, it was winter, pissing down with rain and dark early because of it. The rain was so heavy that I was driving slowly in the medium traffic so when I got to the main intersection that leads out of the city and to my small town, to find it jammed up I wasnt surprised and just settled back for the long wait. Then inching forward I noticed standing in the pooring rain a guy absolutely drenched and shivering, I watched him for a bit and he didn't seem homeless, if anything he seemed lost. I watched an asshole pull a move that sprayed water from the road across the kid and that's when I was sure he was crying. A softie at heart I pulled up close wound down my window and said "hey kid... You OK?" He didn't know what to do so I reassured him im a nice guy who just wants to help, and after some coaxing he finally came to my window. I asked again if he was alright and he burst out crying, "my parents just found out I'm Gay and kicked me out, I dobby have any money or anywhere to go, I dont know what to do". So I opened the door and told him to get out of the rain, he did it instinctively, not thinking about how dangerous it could be, but luckily I had no plans on hurting just helping. Once inside I threw him my gym towel which couldn't have smelt that great after a week, but he gladly used it to dry off and I'm pretty sure he took awiff of two. Gary boy for sure I thought. Right then the light changed and my time to get on the freeway came, so I took it, "sorry kid I had to go out I would have caused more of a jam ". I told him he could come to my place and get warm tonight and it is help him to work out what to do in the morning. I could tell he was well brought up when he said thank you sir, and was very humble. On the way home I told him i too was Gay and had been kicked out when I was a kid and that it gets better. I hoped he would see I wasn't going to harm him and genuinely just wanted to help. He slowly opened up about how he had been seen kissing a boy age his Mormon parents had freaked out. How he had nothing but the clothes on his back and a credit card his mom had slipped him as he was leaving. So I said in the mourning keys to get ya some necessities then and we'll look for somewhere for you to stay. The boy got a little more comfortable and I told him my name was Adam Jones when he said his was Billy Turner. Then he started to ask about me, my job, did I have a boyfriend, where I lived, was it alone, and I happily answered including I was single since my husband had died 4 years ago and that I lived alone. He asked what my husband was like and I happily described my hot otter hubby and how we were the same age of 41 when he had died from cancer. The boy looked sad, but I wasn't sure it was for me or for himself, so I moved the conversation on, asking if the boy he kissed was his boyfriend. He giggled and said no, he didn't really like him but wanted to kiss a guy so bad since he was 18 and still hadn't done it. "so you're a virgin?" I asked a bit too directly and he turned red ages said yes. I reassured him some more and he was just admitting that because of his sheltered upbringing he didn't know very much about Gay sex at all, when I turned into my drive and we ran inside. Once in my my nice modern bungalow I showed him around and where the spare room and first bathroom were. Told him to give me his clothes so I could put them in the dryer while he showered and I made some dinner. To my surprise without hesitation he stripped buck naked and did just as he was told. That was the first moment I had a real good look at him, athletic little lean muscular twink otter with a hairy chest and fuzzy ass. My cock twitched, this is not my type at all I thought as he turned and headed to the bathroom. I dismissed the thought with it must have been too long since I got laid as I put his stuff in the dryer. 20 minutes later id decided not to cook and to get pizza delivered when the kid came back out wearing what was clearly a pair of my far too big shorts and a tshirt. I laughed at the cute look and said what are you doing. "I didn't think mine would be dry yet and yours seemed so comfy" "fair enough" I agreed and told him about the pizza then I grabbed two beers and we headed to the living room. I offered him one and he was surprised, he'd never had alcohol before, but after telling him to take it slow he was quick to sit on the couch seat closest to my recliner. What followed was a little awkward silence until the alcohol started to hit the kid abs he started telling me all about his fucked up family and religion, and how all he knew was when he looked at guys he got hard and and not once with girls even with his girlfriend that he convinced he wanted to wait for marriage... Until they broke up. The pizza soon arrived and once we were back in his seats the kids questions started to come out. Starting from simple things like where to meet guys and losing, it slowly got more graphic as I answered honestly. Soon I was explaining about blow jobs and anal sex, top and bottom, and then he asked what I liked. I explained I'm a top and that I like bareback sex, about how condoms made me go limp, about how i was poz undetectable and what that meant for bottom guys, and how I loved to breed guys. I told him I was usually into men my age and that it had been a while since I'd been with someone. Billy was curious to know how to tell if he was a top or a bottom and I happily explained sometimes you don't know until you do it, sometimes you sorta have to be bottom because your dick is small, and sometimes guys work it out buy playing with their own asses when they wank. The alcohol had the kid being far too honest when he admitted that his dick was only four inches and he loved to play with his ass... And that didn't just make my cock twitch... It grew a little. When he asked I proudly answered 10"uncut and thick, and that bottoms loved it. He was quick to say he'd love to see it and I laughed, saying maybe someday. Soon the conversation was back on him and what it was like to bottom for the first time. I explained how it usually hurt a lot the first time, but that if you had the guts to keep it inside until the pain passed it would start to feel good soon after. I explained how big cocks hurt more but felt better because they get your prostate. And how bareback with silicone lube felt the best because rubbers and water based lube would easily dry out and start hurting. I offered how lots of guys would drink or use other things to help them take it, like pot or meth or poppers. And although his first response was "I don't want to do drugs" he kept asking n more now details including if I ever did them and what I liked. I explained how I enjoyed a little puff with someone nice as long as I had a viagra because it would often screw up a tops hard on. And how I was careful not to do it too often but that it was a huge amount of fun when I did. And then came the big question... "do you think I'm good looking... Sir?" My cock stirred some more and I thought, fuck it, let's see if I can get this virgin ass. "yeah, you're cute as hell, not my normal type, but very hot. You wouldn't want this old guy though especially not to puff up and loose your virginity". Billy turned red. I smiled and was about to change the subject when he blurted out "yes I would, you're like my dream man". I smiled a big smile, and said "why don't you come sit on my lap here boy... And we'll talk about it some more". To be continued

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.

Another chapter, long overdue... Enjoy, my dear breeders and cumpdumps! 😘 --------------------------- I opened the door to our apartment and stepped inside. Anthony followed me in, looking a bit curious and somewhat nervous at the same time, and shut the door behind him. I kicked off my shoes and put my jacket on the coatrack and walked towards the bedroom. On the bed was my husband, Vince; naked, on all fours sideways over the bed, his smooth bubble butt directed towards the door and propped up with pillows exposing his hole that was glistening with Vaseline based numbing cream. He had a blindfold on, and his wrists were handcuffed together behind his back. His cock was folded backwards so that it was proudly on display on the pillow between his legs, rock hard and leaking precum which is something he very rarely does, so it was obvious that he was very horny and eager to receive his surprise, and that he had been in this position for quite a while. My cock grew hard as I approached him and roughly stuck two fingers up his ass, causing him to let out a puppy-like yelp. I turned my head towards Anthony and almost started laughing as he already had his shirt off, his pants around his ankles and was jerking his hard cock while looking hungrily at my man. The head of his cock was wet with pre-cum and a large drop was starting to form on the underside. Before the drop would detach and stain our carpet, I stepped aside and quietly gestured to Anthony that my husbands’ hole was all his to use as he wished. He quickly stepped out of his pants, climbed onto the bed and wiped the cock head over the opening, lubing up the hole with pre-cum. Then he started to insert himself slowly. I knew Vince liked it rough, so I just pushed Anthony down and into my husband until he was balls deep. Again, Vince let out a cute little yelp that soon turned into a growl as Anthony started fucking him. - “Wow baby, your cock feels different… I guess it’s just the numbing cream that makes it feel a bit thinner than usual. But it’s weird that it feels as if it’s going much deeper…” He had no idea it wasn’t me that was fucking him, so I decided to play along and walked around the bed and slapped him in the face with my hard cock, making him flinch with surprise, then shoved it into his mouth. - “Maybe this taste more familiar?” I said and started face fucking him. “The one in your ass is a freshly pozzed cock I found at the clinic. Most likely very contagious. How do you like that baby?” Vince tried to say something, but my cock was in the way, so instead he just pushed his ass back on Anthony and started fucking himself onto that long cock as hard as he could. His position was a bit awkward since his hands were cuffed, but it was obvious that he approved and just a few minutes later Anthony was blasting off his poz load into my husband’s ass, as I blasted off into his mouth. We both pulled out of Vince who gasped for air as my cock left his mouth. Anthony then did something surprising by flipping my husband over onto his back, then squeezed out the last few drops of poz cum over my husband’s cock before climbing on top and swiftly planting his ass down hard on Vinces’s cock. Anthony rode him with a frenzy. Vince, having just taken a poz load in his ass and my load down his throat, did not last long until he blew his load inside Anthony. - “What got into you?” I asked Anthony, “I thought you were a total top?” - “Yeah, but since that deal with my boyfriend fell through, I never got to bottom for that poz guy, and I couldn’t resist your fucking adorable husband…” - “Yeah, I know, he does that to you…” I said and laughed. - “Uhm, hello? I’m still blindfolded down here, and I have no idea what’s going on…”, Vince said. I laughed and removed his blindfold. He squinted as he got accustomed to the light but soon he could see Anthony who was still sitting on top of him milking his softening cock with his hole, smiling down at him. - “Wow, you’re really cute.”, Vince said. - “Thanks, so are you.”, Anthony replied. - “You both are...”, I said and kissed first my husband, then Anthony. - “I’m really uncomfortable though… The cuffs…”, Vince said and wiggled his body. Anthony let my husbands’ cock out, along with a trickle of cum, then climbed off him. I found the keys to the cuffs on the nightstand and uncuffed him. Vince rolled back onto his back, wiped the remains of cum from his cock and shoved his fingers up his ass. He always did that with any left over cum he could find, even when he was just jerking off by himself the load always ended up inside him, so it was more of a reflex move to him. Antony seemingly couldn’t get enough and promptly grabbed Vince’s wrists, then shoved his face between the ass cheeks of my husband, eating his hole like he hadn’t been fed for weeks. Vince was in heaven, with a huge smile on his face as he looked at me. We’ve been together so long that we don’t even need words anymore; his eyes were saying “Wow, where did you find this guy? Can we keep him?”. I just smiled back at him and nodded. Before long Anthony was balls deep in Vince again, but as he was fucking him, he looked at me and said: - “Jay, I haven’t bred you yet. Take my place in your husband and I will breed you while you fuck him.” I needed no further instructions, and within seconds I was balls deep inside my husband, holding my cheeks apart awaiting the intrusion of Anthony. Two seconds later he was balls deep inside me, and I almost blacked out from the pain having been so thoroughly used at the clinic earlier. Luckily there was a lot of cum in me so as soon as Anthony started thrusting, I self-lubricated. - “Poz me Anthony! Give it to me!” I begged as I was looking into the eyes of the man I loved and was inside of. I kissed him. - “You won’t have to wait long! … I’m … CUMMING!!!”, Anthony roared. We all collapsed on the bed, and after we caught our breaths, I gave my husband a short summary of how I met Anthony. I left out all the saucy details about the doctor and the nurse since I wanted that to be yet another happy surprise for him. We cuddled, talked, kissed, cuddled some more, but we didn’t fuck any more. I was worn out and Vince said he wanted more, but I knew what was coming to him later, so I made sure that didn’t happen. Anthony told the story about his ex, which made my husband shed a tear for him, and looking at me he said: - “Good thing we have a completely open relationship, so we don’t have to be bothered with that kind of betrayal and shit… I love you soooo much, Jay!” - “I love you too, more than you know”, I replied. Before we knew it, it was late in the afternoon and almost time for Vince’s appointment at the clinic.

Totally agree 💯 I feel it’s actually a demonstration of true masculinity being totally comfortable and enjoying taking the biggest raw cocks as well as enjoying giving as good as you get. 😈

It happens. Some tops freak out, others don't care, still others are pleased. About all you can do is prepare a little more as well as upping your fiber, etc. so that cleaning out is easier.

Off the top of my head: Ukraine (obvious) Poland (also seen by Putin as "Russian", plus they tried to exterminate as many Polish Jews, Military Officers, Government Officials, and Intellectuals as they could in both World Wars - that's what happens when you have an official State anti-Semitic platform going back to 1881) Lithuania (refer Poland) Latvia (refer Poland) Estonia (refer Poland) Palestine (after they serve their purpose as the Second Front in Ukraine - Putin: "we will win the War by any means necessary") South Korea (Trump tried 4 times to unilaterally dissolve KORUS. Seoul would be eliminated in 30 minutes.) UK (no NATO plus un under resourced military means that Putin adds this to his list) Australia (the Steele Report had part of its origins in the then-Australian Ambassador's remarks over a boozy dinner, plus Trump is on record as saying the present Ambassador is ‘nasty’ and says he ‘won’t be there long’ as Australia’s ambassador to US ) Taiwan (got to keep the Chinese happy, plus it's money that Trump would rather have spent on another golden toilet) There again, what would I know? I've only been following Russian US and Middle Eastern Politics since the late 70s - and I'm the only one I know with a Minor in Soviet and Middle Eastern Political Science.

Whatever the OP does is his business. And maybe he should have phrased his request better. He's asking what are the best rules of thumb to follow in order to keep this from interfering with and/or affecting his relationship, not rules between he and his partner for doing this. Like none of you have guidelines you follow for 'harm reduction?" But that said, why are people so damn rude on here? For a site full of the biggest pigs in the world, who will do just about anything and have (yeah, I've read all you all's posts) you sure get awful preachy when suddenly there is something you disagree with. Give it a rest. You are getting tiresome.

Part 5 I sat in the chair as this hunk of a man went to work marking my nipples with ink and the feel of the needle piercing my skin made me horny again. The burn of him marking me forever to what I would become made my aching cock leak with so much pre cum it covered the front of the chair just like the small bits of his load were seeping from my ass onto the chair as well. The piercer didn't have anyone new yet to take their place in his chair so he took the opportunity to walk over and show me the same oral skills he was using on his previous customer. The combination of my tattoos and the sensations on my cock made me shoot hard into his mouth. I can't seem to remember the last time I came so hard and was in total euphoria as the piercer swallowed every drop. He stood up and the tattoo artist stopped for a moment and they both kissed each other deeply sharing what little of my cum was left in his mouth. When they stopped he kissed me as well shoving his tongue deep into my throat making me moan again with excitement. When he was done with my mouth he walked away and came back with his tray of piercing tools and asked me if I wanted to get my cock pierced while I was getting my tattoo. I told him that it would be hot to have it done while he was working. He smiled while he gloved up and asked for a brief pause and for me to raise my ass a bit and push out some cum. The tattoo artist smiled a big grin apparently knowing what he was going to be doing with the load. He sterilized the needle he was going to use and showed me the ring he was going to put in my piercing. It was a thick 4 gauge rod with two metal balls at the ends and I was both scared and excited to have it done to me. He smiled at me and jacked me off a bit to make me a little harder. Once I was hard to his liking he swabbed the area under my cock head and then I saw what he had in store for the load he scooped from my ass. He dipped the needle in the load multiple times and made sure it was well coated in poz cum before smiling at me and aimed the needle to my cock. The tattoo artist had to stop for a brief moment as he speared my cock with the needle. It hurt a bit as I would have imagined but the tattoo artist was ready and pushed a bottle of poppers to my nose and I inhaled deeply. The pain didn't last but the artist didn't move the poppers as the piercer inserted the piercing causing me to moan in pain again stretching my cock skin as the ring went in. Once he was finished I was sweating a bit and breathing heavily but I didn't want to stop getting my tattoos done. He had already finished my one nipple and went on to the other and the piercer decided that it was as good of a time as any to start on my first nipple piercing. He got a new set of tools and licked at my nipple causing me to moan but he went easier than usual with the freshness of the tattoo. Once he was set up again he did the same as he did with my cock piercing and dipped the needle in the poz cum again. The artist held the poppers under my nose again as the piercer stabbed through my nipple causing me to yell out in pain and pleasure at the sensations he was causing. He quickly inserted the bar for the piercing and screwed it shut. The artist chuckled at this and went right back to work on my tattoo. By the time he was done with my second tattoo the piercer wasted no time and went to work piercing my other nipple with speed. I yelled out in pain again and was so thankful that it was finally done. Panting and sweating sitting in the chair I hadn't noticed that I drew in a crowd of guy standing in the tent stroking their cocks enjoying the show I had put on.The tattoo artist told me to find him again before the end of the carnival so he could do the other tatoo and the piercer wiped my piercings and wrapped them up just as he did with the other guys and told me that the ointment used on them with heal them in about an hour thanks again to the benefactors research team coming up with the design. I thanked them both again and kissed them both before I walked out of their tent to let the next round of guys get their forever marks and new jewelry. I was so wiped out after all of that I decided to look for some food to help replenish my energy and followed the signs for the food court area. Once there I saw they had all your basic carnival foods from funnel cakes, hot dogs, cotton candy and others. I walked to get a hotdog and a soda and the man at the counter commented on how sexy I looked and he loved seeing the bandages around my nipples and cock knowing I just had some work done. He was a cute asian twink and he was pierced as well his lips, ears , nipples cock and balls. When I saw his balls were pierced it made me hard and I could feel the ring push on the bandages and made a mental note to go back to the piercer and get that done too. He winked at me when he saw me staring and he handed me my order and told me he would see me around again. I sat down at a table and the bench there just like the others had buttplugs installed on them so again I took the biggest one and sat and enjoyed my light lunch. I sat there for a while enjoying the scenery once again and I was lost in thought so much I hadn't realised it had been an hour of me sitting there until someone asked me if I was alright. I looked up at him and asked what he meant and he told me I had been sitting there for an hour and that everyone around was concerned for me. I must have dozed off, I explained to the security guard and said I guess the tattoos and piercings took more out of me than I realized. He was happy to hear that it wasn't something worse and told me if I needed any more rest there was a tent at the end of the food court for anyone who needed to take a break from everything andI thanked him and said I felt better and was ready for more. I stood up and felt a bit sore remembering that I had a large buttplug in me that the lube on it wore off and it hurt a bit pulling it dry. The guard saw my discomfort and pulled out a pack of ointment and started to lather his index finger in it. He looked at me and asked if I minded the help and I bent over the table and welcomed the thought of his help. He slid his finger into my hole and I felt an instant relief. The guard took it easy, sliding in easy and making sure to coat the walls of my anus fully. He took his finger out to where just the tips of them were at the entrance of my hole and added two more and my ass easily accepted both of them. I looked back at him and he was smiling at me seeing that I was feeling better and that he had three of his fingers in me, He continued to push in his fingers now having them all in me and went further and added more ointment and was now fisting my hole making me moan. He continued for a good while before his radio went off and it called him away to an urgent matter so he slipped his hand out and winked at me and walked away. I stayed bent over the table for a moment giving every guy who was watching a show of my gaping hole. A few who were close to cumming walked up behind me and dumped their loads in my hole before it closed up and walked away. Now that I felt rejuvenated I removed the wrappings from my cock and nipples and marveled that they looked 100% healed and they all felt amazing. I smiled and decided it was time to find the next part of the carnival to enjoy.

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.

This was cool to watch, see and hear the responses, as soon as i saw it i wanted to share it with you guys and read your responses.

I had a really embarrassing experience today, I arranged a meet with a local top and thought I had thoroughly douched myself, when he was fucking me and getting deeper and deeper I started to shit, he didn’t seem put off, but I was embarrassed never had it happen before

today's session with various bottles of poppers and some ff porn

Chapter 7 – Fuck Me with a Dildo Chapters 1 through 6 recount an experience role-playing in a master/slave relationship with my friend, Doug. We’ve been through a lot already today, including adding another guy, who I never saw, fucking and fisting me. Doug just pulled a very long dildo out of my ass, and then he fisted me deeply. I just lay there in the sling. The feelings running through my mind were intense. As Doug’s slave for the day, I was expected to submit to whatever desires he had. However, his desires seemed to match up quite nicely with mine. I was spun out of my mind, and my ass was happily being used. Things were going well. After some rest and rehydration, Doug came back to the head of the sling. “The blindfold is going back on,” he snarled. I lifted my head so that he could put the blindfold on me. Once I laid back, Doug grabbed my right hand, which was nearest to him. He put a shackle around it and attached it to the chains of the sling. Then, he did the same with my left arm. I was now spread out in the sling, unable to move much. My arms were locked in above my head, my feet were in the stirrups to spread my legs, and my ass was wide open to anything or anyone. Doug walked away for a moment. When he came back, he chuckled softly as I felt a flogger lightly slap my chest. I flinched, more out of surprise than pain, and Doug laughed again. He dragged the flogger down my chest, over my cock and balls, and down my right leg. Then he used it to slap the sole of my right foot. Again, I was surprised more than experiencing any pain, but I did react. Doug was easy on me with the flogger (we’d never done anything like this before), and I found myself eagerly anticipating the next slap or drag of the flogger on my body. He used it more strongly on my legs, but he was still very gentle. He had been down at my feet, applying the flogger to the soles and tickling them with the tails on it. He stopped using it, and I felt a toy at my hole. He quickly and easily slid something into my ass. It must have been a butt plug because I could feel my hole clamp down around it when it went in. The burning sensation that accompanied it told me that he had added some T to the toy or the lube before inserting it in me. “Up,” he commanded, grabbing me by the harness. Since I was blindfolded, Doug needed to lead me to the next destination. I had to take a moment to adjust to standing, but then he walked me across the room. Next, he grabbed one of my hands and attached it to a shackle. When he attached the next arm, I spread my legs so that he could attach them to the cross. I knew where we were but didn’t know what he planned to do to me here. When I was secured on the cross, Doug dragged the flogger down my back and across my ass. I shivered in delight and anticipation of what he would do to me. He grabbed the butt plug and twisted it around inside me, redistributing the T in my ass. As it was being absorbed, the burn was lessening, and my high was intensifying. Then, Doug hit me harder than before on my lower back. This time, the flinch was both surprise and a little bit of a sting. He slapped my ass a few times too. He was using more power on my back than he did on my front, but I would not complain. I knew my place. There were slaps on my upper back and some on my legs, too. None of them really hurt, but there was a bit of force used on me. The fresh dose of T that was flowing through me had me groaning and grinding my cock against the cross. Of course, that also made my ass grind too, which I figured would be a turn-on to Doug. He stopped flogging me and pulled out the butt plug. I sensed that he was behind me before I felt anything in my ass. He was sliding a new toy into me. When I felt his chest against my back, I knew that he was wearing a harness and was going to fuck me with the dildo on it. I had no idea what dildo this was, but Doug was really working my ass with it. It was quite long and very thick. He had lubed it up well, so it went in easily, but as he continued to pound me with it, it became apparent that this was a toy that would expand my ass in a lot of ways. It was sexy to feel Doug’s body so close behind me as he pegged me with the strap-on. His hairy chest would connect with my back, sending shivers of excitement through me. He was grunting with the effort of fucking me, and hearing those sounds so close was alluring. As he fucked me, we both got sweatier, which made the contact that we had even better. I could smell the aroma from my pits since my arms were locked in above my head, and I added that to the scent of the hot, sweaty man who was filling my ass. Doug slowed down, and I got a whiff of poppers. He was snorting them right behind my ear. When he had taken what he wanted, he held the bottle under my nose, reaching around with his other hand to plug my nostril. Once I had imbibed, he capped the bottle and put it aside. But with both of us poppered up, he began to pummel my ass hard. He was going at it fast and deep, hitting lots of sensitive areas on each in or out stroke. He pulled the dildo all the way out before driving it right back in again. His exertions had certainly sped up his breathing as he panted in my ear. Luckily, a dildo never gets soft, so he was able to fuck me like this for as long as he wanted. I would take it like a willing slave. And, man, did he fuck me for a long time. Since the dildo was always hard, he could focus on the motions without worrying about either losing his erection or shooting his load too soon. He just fucked. My ass was on fire with all this action. The T, the poppers, the hot guy, the overall scene – it was an amazing experience. Doug did eventually slow down his thrusting and eventually came to a complete stop. Of course, when he stopped, he had driven the dildo deep into me. He collapsed against my back, and I think the fact that my arms and legs were shackled to the cross was the only thing keeping us both upright. Doug wrapped his arms around me as we stood there. He was panting, and his hairy chest was heaving against my back. I could feel his pubes tickling my hole and, of course, felt the toy that was still embedded in my ass. I turned my head slightly to take a whiff of his pits. They were wonderfully aromatic, with the combination of T and sweat that comes from a good session. He kept whispering in my ear, telling me what a good slave I was and how much he was enjoying using me however he wanted. Since Doug had me pinned against the crossbars, I couldn’t do much to acknowledge his words, but he knew that I was appreciative of his comments and was a happy slave. It was inevitable. After some rest time, Doug started to move the dildo around some more. At first, it was just some light thrusts with his hips, but he soon reared back and pounded my ass again. Luckily, the toy and my ass were well lubricated so that the movements were pleasurable for both of us. Then, he pulled all the way out. Bound and blindfolded, I was completely at the mercy of my master. He could do whatever pleased him, and I would submit to it. He came back with the flogger. This time, he just ran the tails of it down my back, over my ass, and down my legs. At one point, he spread my ass to look at my hole, and I eagerly pushed it out for him. "Fuck, slave, that looks good enough to eat!" he exclaimed. I only hoped that he would take himself up on that suggestion. After a bit more stroking with the tails of the flogger, he freed me from the shackles. First, my arms tingled as the blood flow was restored to them. After a short break, he released my legs. They too were tight from being spread out on the cross, so we needed to give some time for sensations to return. Once Doug knew I could walk, he led me back to the sling. “Lay back”, he commanded. I got into the sling, and he gently put my feet back into the stirrups. Now, my legs were in the air, and my ass was spread wider than it was on the cross. He sat on the stool and began to play with my hole. I don’t think my hole had ever taken such a prolonged pounding. Doug, then Steve, then more Doug, then the pegging, it was amazing! I could tell that the lips were all puffy, and I’m sure that my hole was a sight to see. Luckily, I heard the click from Doug’s phone as he took some pictures of my wrecked ass. I also heard some notification sounds going off when he woke his phone, and that intrigued me. Who might he be speaking with on the apps, and what was planned for the rest of this role-play?

Well !!! My first thought was, how interesting that these kids even accepted the notion of fluidity enough to even try it. My second thought was, there are one or three of them that aren't all that concrete in their heterosexuality in the first place. They look like mostly high-school age, and if this is a fairly broad sampling of how guys interact with each other at that age, there's actually hope for the world on the horizon. That said, sometimes it's a bitch being an optimist.

Frankly, I have nothing against the Secret Service or some other US Government Agency picking up a number of Soviet spies, and holding them indefinitely until our people are released. I know there must be double-agents whereby the US feeds phony intel to the Russians, so they could be exempted, but tit-for-tat worked in years past, and might again. Ukraine may very well have already been part of NATO, if it weren't for the first (and only) TinHat Trump administration. In that case. little baldie wouldn't have invaded in the first place. The only reason he did is, the Magaroid-in-Chief gave him permission. Fuck (not actually ... shudder) Orange Jesus and little baldie.

Men fuck men because it feels good to be inside another man’s body. It feels good when a man wants his bodily fluids inside you and he may also want to enhance the experience to increase the desire you share. It is voluntary, it is beautiful, it makes you feel strong and connect when you commit to the passion and chose to enjoy it again.

In summers I usually stay in my holiday house. Because of some (mostly working) reasons I spend particular nights in Budapest. This happened yesterday. I didn’t plan to play because I worked a lot and was tired. But as it is usually happens I become horny. I decided to visit the big park which is known as the major cruising area. There are two parts of it. One for walkers. This is usually full of homeless and hookers. The other one is a bit more sophisticated, this is for cars. I love the scheme of driving back and forth and parking immediately and go behind the threes and bushes. I was doing this for almost an hour but nothing happened. Then I saw that close to a certain pathway some people were walking back and forth. I stopped the car and went there. There were three guys. One of them immediately left. I don’t know why. Another walked behind the threes and just was standing there. The third one was a young Asian guy. He caught my sight and started to follow inside. When he arrived at me, my cock was out. He was satisfied when realised that it was rock hard. We started to play, stroking each other’s cocks. I grabbed his bubble butt and my finger tip pushed his extremely tight hole. I supposed that he was open for sucking. But when I let his ass he grabbed my hand and pushed back onto his ass. Then I started finger him. Spit on my palm and finger was pushed even deeper. He grabbed my neck and started to kiss me as someone who was fighting for his life. I turned him back but he nodded and we went to an old three. He grabbed its trunk and pushed his ass up. I stretched his hole. He gave a lube, which was necessary because my spit wasn’t enough for that extremely tight hole. He asked if I needed a condom. I become anxious for a moment but everything was okay because he pushed back his ass when I say no. I started to penetrate him slowly but surely. The figure in the background was visible stroking his cock. When he was opened enough I started to fuck him hard. Then he poked something and I could smell the familiar scent. Please give the poppers, I asked him. I sniffed two deep and became faster till I unloaded my jizz into him. I felt he came onto the ground. for farewell he grabbed me, we were kissing and hugging. I thanked him nicely but he was visible grateful.

my neg pup cunt needs to be ruined

I remember those venues... used to visit them, quite frequently....

oink oink.... Just took a dirty toxic load from a BBC poz guy here.. Gave me all 3 bugs.. my hole is drippen wet right now 🦂💧☣️

I'm still not over how the GOP leader supports a Soviet Communist trying to rebuild the Soviet Union, Vladimir Putin. I was born after the Cold War ended and I still think this is surreal.

Soo.. it’s been a while since I had a real CNC play. And just been released from one since yesterday afternoon trying to recover now. One of my Regular top friend told me he’s doing a house party with a few guys ( i genuinely didn’t know the number before and after party) he said he’ll need a genuine hole only to use for the the whole night and early morning. The deal is I will be the only hole, and it’s a real CNC. For at at least 12 hours I will be hooded with rubber mask, ear plugs, blindfold and mouth gagged with a funnel tube(for piss spits cums etc) and making sure apart from me drinking piss or whatever liquid coming down that I can’t say a word. I was then tied on the bed my ass is raised for easy access and when i am not use my ass is plug using an 8inch butt plug. At that stage I’m in bed, tied can’t really hear to see. And my ass was plug. Didn’t know how long I waited, felt like forever until a few guys came and start using me, the first guy definitely want to make sure I didn’t enjoy at all, he started twisting both my nipples soo hard, I tried screaming in pain, he did that for long time. Then I got some piss down the tube I had to drink all to avoid chocking. While That’s happening the plug was take out and first cock in, I’d say smaller than the plug but he’s fucking hard and fast, from then on, it was nonstop. To be honest, this wasn’t enjoyable after a while, I was in soo much pain, my nipple was abuse, it’s soo painful now they even a touch of my shirt still cause discomfort! I did tried to talk to ask them to stop, but my hand was tied, tube was locked in my mouth, the more i struggled and tried to scream the more abuse I got. Harder fucks I felt definitely full of cums. Look I did have period where it was soo hot and soo turn one, and I did came handsfree definitely a few time. But it was the long period being in that position and have my hole constantly fucked and fill for hours. That was a lot. And I was also full of piss! I pissed then bed myself. So was on the bed on my own piss all night. Overall it was a great night, but next time maybe before it start need to agree on time limit ! Now everything is in pain! But still soo horny at the same time!

It does often seem that way. And oddly those doing about half of the social castigation/block of speech are from the tips of BOTH parties. Women might have it worse as they aren't allowed to make decisions about what happens inside their own bodies. That's fucked up... I submit that the Christians are anything but Christian. They've absconded with the name; but have become polar opposites of the namesake of that belief. Fellow white people.... Hold up a sheet of bright white copy paper next to your face in the mirror. Who the fuck can claim white anymore? Enough already. And guns... Ugh... A perverted second amendment. By intent it is for mutual protection; not aggression. Where to from here my brothers? Can we really just sit back and watch this continue????

Wow, a cheat with morals! 😈🐷😉

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.

To the OP though, one of the brightest signs of a real, genuine, down-n-dirty pig is guys putting their mouths on a well-bred Hole, tonguing out the loads/hole sweat, and sharing it with other pigs. What could possibly be more endorsing to our sexual lives than sharing the fruits of our labors with our brothers?

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

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.

Ok, if you insist....

I've got a small army of silicone friends.

Jake grows up to be a teacher back at his own school. Mr. Kelly is still there. They become a double act for every 18-year-old high school senior.

I wish I could have a huge fist dildo. But my wife doesn't know I like getting fucked and fisted. So I used objects.

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 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.

So this past weekend, I stopped at Adult Bookstore on the way home from a party...it was about 1am and the parking lot was full of pervert's cars..YES! I barely got my fucking truck parked and already had to adjust my hog in my jeans cause I was hard as a rock! Went into the booths and, right away, noticed a line for a booth in the back. So I ask this bro leaving what gives? He responded saying that a MF couple was playing in the adjoining booth and she's giving pussy through the gloryhole! Well as I got closer the last guy in line was a young good looking cowboy...tall, 6'2, white bro, with the brown curly mullet hair sticking out from back of his baseball cap....and if his Levi's, with a rodeo belt buckle,got any tighter his bubble butt would pop! So I struck up a conversation with him as I got in line...not so much for the pussy but, since I'm behind this cowboy, I just might get to see him fuck pussy through the gloryhole. The booth was the type with no doors as you walked in and made a turn into the booth. So once we got up to the booth, the dude in front of the cowboy, didn't take two seconds to bust and so the cowboy slid fast into the booth and I was right behind him to " guard the door!" This stud was in heaven as he licked her tit through the hole and then proceeded to drop his jeans with "clink" heard from beltbuckle hitting the floor that echoed through the entire store. He took that anaconda of a dick and stuck it right into the hole! He turned his head as he rested against the wall and said that she was giving him head...well that was my indication that we had bro bonded and I slapped that bubblebutt and said alright Hoss! He started to slowly grind his hips, closed his eyes, and moaned. I moved closer and asked if that bj was good then rested my hand on his lower back...the guy was in Nirvana ...said it was the best...I slowly started rubbing his slowly moving bubblebutt and he said fuck yes...I wasn't sure if he was talking about me or the chick...but it was apparent he was having a good time...after a few minutes, I whispered in his ear that he had a hot ass..I loved rubbing it....the bro gave the typical straight bro response, that he never had a guy play with his butt and as long as the chick was playing with him on the other side..he didn't mind my attention. He made clear he wasn't gay and didn't want his ass fucked...I told him I totally understood! When he finally moaned that he was fucking her, I squatted behind that huge mound of ass and pulled those beautiful buns apart! It was like a river of beautiful butt hair and I immediately zoned onto that asshole and begun to eat it out! Smelled like soap and tasted great! He was so into getting the nut...he moaned louder when I reached between his legs and held his tight ballsack...this stud was gonna blow for sure! A minute later, as I worked in tandem with the anonymous chick in getting this guy off, he blew his bare load into her cunt and his hole tightened around my mouth and tongue. I didn't stop holding his balls until he pulled out of the gloryhole! He turned to pull his pants up and I quickly asked if I could clean his dick off..he laughed, put his hands on his hips and said have at it! I went down on that dick and cleaned and sucked like my life depended on it! After he got to sensitive for it, he started laughing! I was smiling in bliss and said I didn't see this happening tonight. He responded that he didn't either...he had read on some swinger app or site that this MF couple was gonna be here and thought if he was lucky he'd get pussy but, he never thought he'd get ass eaten out! He loved it and he didn't even care if was a guy! I laughed and said that what goes on in the ABS, stays at the ABS! After we walked outta the booth..we bumbed knuckles and told each other to take care...so what about my nut? Well, I ran right into the MF couple coming out of the booth....I said fuck yeah! Yall rocking it tonight! This beautiful chick asked if I played with her in the booth...I said no but, I helped her get a cowboy off! Her eyes lit up and she said you where the one in the booth with guy that had the huge BWC! I said that was me! She responded that she knew he wasn't alone and saw my hand holding his nutsack as he pulled back from the gloryhole after he had cummed in her. But only could see his ass after he turned. I proceeded to tell her what happened and she loved it. She winked at her male companion and introduced him as her husband. 6'5, football quarterback build, with pecs from hell! As I said hello, she left and he immediately said that he needed to get off and did I mind helping him out and that she didn't mind at all. He loved watching get fucked in the booths and it was traditional for him to get head from guy! We found a booth! I blew that guy , once again like my life depended on it, and swallowed that load. He immediately dropped and swallowed my dick! I can tell you it was some of the best head! As I started to cum, I opened my eyes and his wife was standing there just watching and smiling. After we were done she slid me a card with their names and phone numbers. They said they owned a gym and when they told me that, I grabbed his right pec and squeezed! Saying that explains the these pecs! She said well we can tell you work out too...then offered me a job as a personal trainer and invited me to play with them or him again!

-Chris I came to lying on a couch. I heard a moaning noise coming from my side and looked over. On a bed was a man with a massive hairy back pounding into someone who has their thin legs wrapped around him. “I love you so much master please breed me give me more of your poison” I heard from a voice that sounded just like Martin. Shocked I stood up and walked towards the bed where I saw Martin taking the cock of the man Greg had been referring to as boss. “What the fuck” I asked in shock “Oh good you’re up” the man said as he wrapped his arms around my boyfriend and pulled him to his chest all the while pounding into him. “My balls could use some attention so slid down and start sucking” “No fucking way asshole I’m not sucking your balls while you fuck my boyfriend” “Shut the fuck up and do as your told Chris if you’re gonna be rude to master you might as well leave” Martin said between his moans “What the fuck are you doing Martin how could you do this to me and then take his side” I asked confused “I’m - uh- always on- oh fuck-masters side Chris” Martin moaned out “I’m -oh yes right there master- I’m just trying to help you Chris” “The fuck do you mean help me” I asked when suddenly the man lifted Martin off him and stood up off the bed “Alright listen here faggot you’re going to do as me and my boy say or you’re gonna leave and never see him again” the man said towering over me with a massive wet cock glistening between his legs. Martin stood up of the bed, what looked like cum flowing out of his legs as he did before coming right up to me and kneeing me hard in the balls. “You’re such a pathetic piece of shit Chris. I try to share my life with you and all you do is bitch and fucking moan” he said continuously kneeing my nuts for emphasis “I could’ve broken up with you years ago and given myself fully to master but no I told him that even if I didn’t love you like I did him I still wanted you to experience the exctasy that master has to offer” he yelled at me as I collapse to the floor in pain “ and now that I’m giving you the chance to recieve the greatest gift and your saying I’m cheating on you. I mean fucking seriously you’re barely a man with that pathetic fucking cock and if anything I’ve been cheating on master with you cause I love him in ways I never loved you. And are you really so stupid you never realized that I would come hope gaped and full of cum and you would just happily pump away for a few seconds into your condom like the sissy bitch you are” “Now master is gonna keep breeding my ass and you will sit there licking his balls or his ass or even eating his fucking shit if he asks you to because your opinion doesn’t fucking matter now start sucking cuck” martin screamed as master began pounding into him again Martin had been cheating on me for years I thought in shock and worse he said he loved master more than me. I still didn’t want to leave Martin though I loved him and maybe I just had to show him I could sacrifice to win him back I thought as I got to my knees between Martin and master and began sucking his massive hairy balls. The smelled of sweat and tasted of lube and cum but as I sucked and felt the love of my life cum onto my back from another man’s cock I found that my own cock was rock hard.

Part 5: The Difference Three Months Makes -Three Months Earlier- Wiping the sheet of sweat off his forehead, Dillan panted heavily as he took in his surroundings in the quickly dimming and heavily forested part of the park he was running in. What had started as a short run to burn off the nervous energy he was feeling had easily turned into an hour-long run. The stress of the midterms was brutal. Psychology had been surprisingly easy, as was Biology and surprisingly enough Calculus. However, it was the dreaded Organic Chemistry course everyone in his major feared that had his stomach in knots. Studying for hours upon hours somehow still hadn’t seemed to help. It also didn’t help the professor was known to be especially evil and put the most enigmatic and esoteric things in the test, to further break the souls of anyone who would dare try to take his precious course, or at least… that’s how Dillan felt. “At least the professor grades on a curve…” Dillan muttered to himself, huffing as he tried to catch his breath. Looking around, he noticed how surprisingly empty the park was and noted how late it was already getting. Normally, this time of year the nights would still be rather cold and not great for cooling down after running, but as luck would have it, the weather had become an uncharacteristic heat wave. Slowly, Dillan began to slow his breathing, feeling the sweat drenching his body absorb into his shirt, causing the thin material to cling to his body as what felt like a river of sweat poured down his face and into his eyes. “God, it’s so damn muggy…” he sighed, looking around for a possible water fountain to grab a handful of water to splash on his face and cool down. Sadly, he saw nothing of the sort nearby, and only a small bathroom through the woods around the corner of the path. Groaning, he slowly stretched out his legs, feeling the slight ache of what would likely be massive cramps later in the night. “I knew I should have stretched more,” he sighed, before slowly walking down the path towards the brick building. Bending the curve, he took in the drab-looking structure as a nagging feeling settled into his mind. Something about the building had him trying to remember something he had heard once… be it in class or at lunch or the like. However, nothing could come to mind, just that he heard something about it. Walking in, he looked around the dimly lit tiled room. Several stalls with a few aging urinals were off to one side. Fresh paint covering over graffiti was sprayed on some of the doors, and two of the stall doors were closed. His footsteps echoed loudly in the sparse room, the sounds bouncing easily off the worn tiles. Walking over to one of the sinks, he turned on the cold faucet, and a slow steady stream of water poured out. Refreshingly cold water filled his now cupped hands and he splashed several handfuls on his face, and he let out a relieved sigh. That’s when the back of his right thigh cramped up. Fighting back a whine, he looked over to one of the free stalls, and limped his way in, taking a seat and closing the door. He began to massage the tense muscles, grinding his teeth as the pain spread and the muscles slowly began to relax under his manipulations. At first, he didn’t hear anything other than the occasional dripping from the faucet he had just used. That was until he heard shuffling in the stall next door, with the occasional thumping noise and what almost sounded like a muffled moan. Looking around, it was at that moment when he laid eyes on the crudely cut-out hole on either side of the walls of the cubicle that he realized what he was trying to remember about this particular bathroom. ——— It had been at lunch in the food hall, after a particularly stressful lecture when he was re-reading his notes while trying to eat a sandwich when he’d heard several of the popular guys joking around at the table across from him. “Fuck dude,” one of them, Eric if he remembered correctly, said, taking a huge puff on the very obviously banned vape he was holding, “That lecture was brutal as shit. Got me stressed the fuck out!” “Ha!” replied Chris. Of course, it’s Mr. Perfect the Football Captain and the Dipshit Brigade, Dillan thought to himself, barely looking as the head ringleader of the group exclaimed, ripping the vape out of his friend’s hand and taking a long hit on the device, exhaling out a huge cloud out. “Shit man,” Eric whined, grabbing the device back and slumping in his seat, “Not all of us can fly through that stuff like you and boy genius over there. Some of us are actually stressed!” “And some of us are trying to study and eat,” Dillan muttered, looking back down at his notes before taking a bite out of the dry and bland sandwich in his hand. Suddenly, Chris threw his arm around his friend and smiled mischievously at Dillan. “Hey, you just need quick stress relief,” Chris said grinning, “Just head down to the old bathroom in the forest part of the park. I hear there are some horny fags looking to suck a guy off if you get there at the right time.” Dillan sighed as he forced himself as he once again re-read the same section of his notes, trying to drown out the banter of the two, until Chris spoke again. “Fuck, you might even get lucky and get the ‘boy genius’ himself at one of those dirty gloryholes looking to help a guy out,” Chris laughed, shaking his friend’s shoulders. Sighing, Dillan got up, stuffing his books and notes into his bag and grabbing the half-eaten sandwich. Getting up, he shot the muscled jock a baleful look before tossing the sandwich in the trash and walking out. ——— Blushing hotly at the memory in a mixture of anger and embarrassment, Dillan continued to rub the muscles of his leg in silence, noting as the person next door began to let out an occasional moan in time with the now louder thumping of the bathroom stall wall. Slowly, he began to feel his cock harden slightly, imagining what was going on. Getting turned on by the sounds coming from the other stall, Dillan’s hand slowly drifted to his groin as he slowly rubbed himself through the thin material of the jogging shorts. “Fuck yeah man,” one of the men moaned softly, “Your dick feels so fucking good in my hole.” “Yeah, bro, even better than your mouth,” the other man said, as he seemed to pick up pace, “Love sticking my meat into a sloppy dump like yours. Gonna add my Grade-A cock snot to the mix.” “Yeah bud, breed me,” the first man groaned. Dillan, unable to hold back any longer, checked to make sure the door was locked to the stall, and pulled out his hard cock, slowly tugging on it as he listened to the sounds of the two men fucking and dirty talking. Suddenly, a finger shot out the glory hole, startling Dillan. At first, he didn’t know what to do, or say. Until the finger began to curl upwards in a come-to-me motion. Hesitating for a moment, Dillan thought about pulling up his pants. The finger pulled out and suddenly, a mouth was at the hole. The guy behind the wall ran his tongue along the edge and Dillan felt himself slowly making his way to the hole, lining his hard, throbbing prick to the hole. Hot wetness surrounded his swollen member as he let out a nearly inaudible groan. A mysterious hand grabbed his balls, pulling him tight against the wall as the unknown man worked his tongue around his cock expertly. Dillan had to grip the back stall behind him with one of his hands to brace himself as he felt the guy go to town on him, relishing the feeling of sheer pleasure on his cock. Two doors down, the man fucking the guy sucking him began pounding the wall hard in his fuck lust. “Shit, yeah, tighten up that fucking cumhole,” he groaned, the slams echoing loudly into the dimly lit bathroom, “Gonna shoot my load in you!” The mouth-sucking Dillan pulled away for a moment. “Give it to me man, fill my ass up,” the man sucking said, before diving back on Dillan’s cock with renewed fervor. The other man let out a loud groan as the slamming slowed to just the periodic thump as he shot over and over into the other man’s ass, as Dillan continued to get the best blowjob, if only one of the few, he had ever received. “Fuck… yeah,” the other man sighed, accompanied by the sound of some pulling up their pants and zipping up. Suddenly, the mouth left his cock again as the center man replied. “Same time tomorrow, stud?” he asked while shuffling sounds emitted from the other side of the wall. “Definitely,” the first guy said. Frustrated, Dillan began to pull his cock back as he assumed they were done, leaving him with a case of blue balls. He went to start pulling his pants up when the man next door put his cock through the wall. “Jaw’s a bit sore and needs a quick break,” he softly said out loud, wagging his cock in the air, “You want a go?” Dillan sat down on the stall, and grabbed the cock, looking at it for a moment. Longer than his for sure, but thinner and more veiny. Uncut where his was cut, the head glistened, with a bit of precum leaking out of the tip. Below it, two large, hen egg-sized balls hung loosely. Dillan barely thought about it before slowly sucking it into his mouth, relishing the taste. Slowly he began to let his face get fucked, using one of his hands to tug and squeeze on the massive set of balls in his hands, eliciting a groan and a hard thud against the wall. Occasionally he would work his tongue around, licking the other man’s piss-slit as the guy nearly pulled out of his mouth, hearing a sharp intake through teeth in satisfaction as he did so. Dillan lost track of time as he focused solely on the wet, hard prick in his mouth. Slowly his jaw began to start aching, unused to the actions it was doing. Softly, he tapped on the wall, pulling slightly away. Suddenly, the man pulled back and was gone, exiting through the stall door. Confused and dejected, Dillan frowned for a second as he sat there in silence. That is until he heard a knock on the stall door. Automatically, he reached forward and unlocked the door. Before him stood the man. Dillan guessed him to be in his mid-forties, with dark brown hair that had just begun greying on the sides, and a scruffy face with a well-formed mustache. Not overly muscular, but still an average build. Dillan internally likened him to the dad character from some animated movie he saw years ago, personified. Wearing a tank top and loosely holding a pair of khaki cargo shorts around his hips, his cock was standing at full attention, bouncing slightly in the warm, humid air. Dillan noticed a sleeve of tattoos going down one arm, “You’re a cute little fucker, ain't ya,” he said, making his way in and pushing the door softly closed behind him. Dillan gave a slightly confused half-smile in return, pleasantly surprised at the sudden intrusion. “Hard to get the right position with a wall in the way,” the man explained, before letting his pants drop and pulling Dillan’s head towards the glistening cock. As he wrapped his mouth around the man’s dick, he took note of the man’s tattoo just below his navel. It was a large black scorpion in a vaguely tribal design, with the stinger dripping bright red. Something about the tattoo struck Dillan as being odd, but unable to place it, he let the thought go and buried his nose in the man’s pubes. The man proceeded to fuck Dillan’s mouth again, taking deeper and deeper strokes down his throat, occasionally gagging him and only stopping to let him catch his breath before slamming back in. The man’s balls swung with each stroke, slapping his chin repeatedly with each slam down his throat. Drool began dripping off his chin, causing the man the smirk before pulling his throbbing dick out. Slapping it on the side of his face, he let out a slight laugh. “Fucking enjoying my dick, pig,” the man asked, almost making it sound more like a statement. Dillan, wordless and still trying to catch his breath and let his jaw relax from the brutal assault, could only nod in agreement. “Good. Time for you to bend over,” he replied, tugging on his spit-covered prick and gesturing for Dillan to turn around. Dillan complied and bent over the back of the toilet before thoughts of backing out began to fill his mind. But, it had been so long since he had been fucked. Months? Over a year? He was stressed and always felt so refreshed after, even though he’d had sex only a handful of times. The man was hot. Getting filled and shooting his load would be a great way to relax. But… was he really about to let this random stranger have his way? Neither of them had a condom as far as he could knew, and he was in a dingy bathroom where anyone could walk in. He was about to stand up and tell the guy he changed his mind when he felt the man begin to rim his exposed hole. Lust from the sensations he was getting from the man’s hot tongue wiped any further detracting thoughts away as he let out an involuntary moan. He stood there, bent over, relished the hot, wet firmness of the licking, and shivered occasionally as he felt the man’s scruffy facial hair brushed against the sensitive skin around his anus. “Oh, fuuuuuck, yeah, keep doing that,” he unintentionally moaned, words becoming harder to form as he felt the man began to replace his tongue with a rough finger, then two, stretching and spreading the tight circle of muscle. Dillan let out a sharp hiss and flinched as the man roughly shoved in a third finger, the nail catching on a part of the sensitive and thin skin. “Ow, your nails are kinda sharp,” he said, pulling away slightly. Stopping for a moment, the man pulled out a small brown bottle and a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. Setting the pack on the back of the toilet, he opened the bottle and held it under Dillan’s nose. Dillan’s instantly recognized the bottle as being poppers. He had never tried them before but had secretly always wanted to try them. He silently nodded and began to sniff several times at the bottle. At first, he just smelled the odd scent of the poppers when suddenly, he felt the effects spread throughout his body. Flushed and relaxed, he instinctively pushed back on the man’s fingers. “Good boy,” the man growled, roughly shoving his fingers hard into the now loosening hole, “Gonna fuck you nice and hard. Wreck that tight hole and make you beg for it.” With the effects of the poppers flowing through his brain, Dillan barely found himself being able to form a thought. After a few moments, however, he finally could find the words to speak. “Do…. Do you have a condom?” “Nah, bud,” the man said, continuing to roughly shove his fingers in, still scraping the walls with his nails as he continued, “But I can pull out if you want. I’ll let you know when I’m close.” Dillan nodded, his mind still swimming in the popper-induced fog. Suddenly, the man pulled his fingers out, leaving him feeling slightly empty at the loss. Just as suddenly, the man was pulling his ass upwards and the head of his cock was pressed against the opening. Groaning once again, he felt as the man slowly worked himself inside his ass, internally grateful for the slickness of the rimming and the now apparently copious amount of precum the man was leaking. After a few moments, he was fully inside, the man’s massive hairy balls resting against Dillan’s thighs. Reaching around Dillan, the man grabbed the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it before finally exhaling a huge cloud of smoke after holding in the smoke for a moment. “Want one?” The man asked, offering the pack to him. “I, uh…” Dillan replied, his mind scattered between the rush of poppers and the cock seated deep in his guts, “I’ve never smoked before.” “No worries,” he replied, “I can swap smoke with you if you want. Get you used to it. Feels amazing while fucking. Even more so with poppers.” Once more, Dillan only nodded his mind in a flurry of activity, overwhelmed with all the sensations and actions taking place. Satisfied with the answer, the man wrapped one of his arms around Dillan’s neck, and after taking another deep inhale, began pulling him back against him as his other hand pulled the burning cigarette out of his mouth. Turning Dillan’s face towards him, he locked lips with him, making out as he began to breathe out the smoke into Dillan. Breaking away, he smiled as Dillan blew out a huge cloud of his smoke. Slowly he began to rock in and out of the hole, picking up speed. Occasionally he would stop, feeding Dillan more smoke. “Fuck, you got an amazing ass,” the man growled, flicking away the now-spent cigarette butt before pulling another two out and lighting them. Taking one out, he placed it on Dillan’s lips. Dillan coughed hard, not used to the stronger smoke, nearly dropping it out of his mouth. Suddenly, he felt the man holding the poppers under his nose again. “Take a few hits and then try again,” he said, slowly pistoning his cock in and out as he coached Dillan. Doing as he said, he took several deep sniffs off the brown bottle, waiting a few moments for the wave of heat and relaxation to hit him. Nodding at the man, the bottle was removed and Dillan again took a draw on the cigarette, surprised that he no longer felt a strong urge to cough. Fighting back only a slight cough, he exhaled, amazed at the large cloud coming out of him. “Fuck yeah, man,” the man growled, picking back up his pace, “Looks like we broke your smoke cherry. Suck down that smoke while I breed your college boy pussy. Gonna flood you with my potent baby batter. Paint the walls of your insides with my seed, fucker, and then work it in with my prick.” Dillan could only focus on the sensations of smoking, getting high on poppers, and feeling the man fuck him hard and deep. Only the thoughts of those things were running through his head. After just a short while, the man’s rhythm began to falter. “Love fucking tight holes like yours. Breaking them in and nutting deep inside. Damn… Gonna fucking shoot,” he said, slamming even harder in an uneven tempo, “Where do you want it?” “In… in…” Dillan breathlessly groaned as his ass received the brutal assault, “In me.” “Fuck yeah,” the man groaned and he began to jolt, the first volley of cum shooting out of his dick, “Take my dirty fucking nut. Gonna ruin your sexy little ass. Fuck! Take all my toxic load. I’m knocking your slutty ass up.” Dillan’s mind slowly worked over what the man said as he continued to jerk around with each shot of cum. It was at that moment he realized what the tattoo was, having read about it in some random forum on the internet. As the realization of what had just happened set in, the man slowly finished shooting inside him. “You… you’re poz,” Dillan huffed out, half in a question and half in a statement, “I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me?” “Hey, bud,” the man said, holding Dillan in place as he slowly pulled out his spent cock, coated in a light sheen of cum, “I asked and you said to cum inside you. Not my fault you took a raw cock. Also, you never asked about my status. That’s on you.” Standing up for a moment, Dillan’s mind processed what had happened. The guy has a point, he thought to himself. I didn’t ask. I wanted him to fuck me. And… I enjoyed this. God… why did I enjoy this? “Dude,” the man said, taking a drag on his cigarette, “I seriously would have pulled out if you asked, but like I said, you wanted it. You saw my tatt and you're at a fucking gloryhole in the park.” Looking down, Dillan realized he was standing at full mast. “I’m… um…” Dillan said silently, grabbing the man’s arm, “Just surprised I guess. I’ve never done something like this before is all…” The man let out a small smile as he took another drag on the cigarette before letting out a slight laugh. “Looks like you’re a little bugchaser and you didn’t even know it,” the man said smiling, gesturing to Dillan’s still painfully hard dick. “A…. What?” Dillan asked, confused and unfamiliar with the term. “Look it up when you get home, bud,” he said, blowing the smoke in Dillan’s face. Grabbing his head, the man pulled him down to his now softening cock. “Clean me with that hot little mouth of yours. And if you give me a bit, we can go for round two.” Pulling the half-smoked cigarette out of the the other man’s hands, he then put both back in his mouth, as he watched Dillan put his cock into his mouth. Both stilled as the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed in the tiled room. The new stranger walked over to the stalls and opened the door to their stall. After a few moments, another man walked up to the open stall door, taking in the scene. Slightly overweight, he was wearing a wife beater and jeans, dark black hair threatening to escape from under his shirt. He began rubbing a noticeable-sized lump under the fabric. “He looking for another load?” The man outside the stall nodded slightly towards Dillan. “You want to get a few more loads in you before I add my second load to that sexy little cumdump of yours,” the man asked, looking down at Dillan as he pulled his cock out of his mouth. Slightly embarrassed, Dillan nodded. The first man sat on the toilet and drew hard on the two cigarettes in his mouth before pulling Dillan slightly up and swapping the smoke with him. “Hot little pig boy here is looking for some fun it seems,” the man said, grabbing the bottle of poppers and bending Dillan over, “Enjoy, fucker.” ——— -Present Day- It was three hours later, and with 5 loads in his ass from several other men who came in during his time in the restroom, Dillan slowly walked back to the dorms. The first guy, true to his word, had fucked him and left him with a second, equally large load in his ass. Between each guy, he’d fuck him lazily until another person came in, working each load deep in his intestines. His mind had been racing. After the high of sex and poppers wore off, he began to regret his actions. He pulled out his phone, setting up an appointment the next day at the campus health center to get on PEP, vowing to never be so stupid again. But, unknown to him at the time, the seed had been planted so to speak. It was a month after looking up the term the man had called him, ‘bugchaser’, that horniess got the better of him. His research led him to parts of the internet and porn he’d never imagined. Every night he found it harder to not come to bareback porn, shooting his largest loads to the ones with a poz guy or smoker in it. He had taken his PEP pills, and testing showed he was surprisingly clean of all infections. Lucky, it would seem. Two months after, he was back in the dingy bathroom, taking loads in his ass and mouth. He never saw the guy from the first time there again, secretly wishing he could have another round and finally scratch the itch their encounter had created in him. Yet still, nothing on his testing. Even though this time, he didn't take PrEP. Nor PEP. Something had changed in him. At first, he didn’t care if he caught something. Then, it became a fascination and longing. Reading about the fuck flu… knowing another man’s virus was changing him permanently. The dirtiness and [banned word] nature of everything intrigued him. Making him shoot his cum everywhere when he thought back to all the things the man in the bathroom had said to him while the fucked. And then, three months later, he couldn’t stand it anymore. The strange desire he had developed now had him currently bent over, with a stranger shoving what he guessed to be frozen cum from strangers into his ass. Sharing a cigar with his former tormentor, and secret object of his desire and jealousy. Drinking the same man’s piss, in some strange turn of fate. In a sex club, on POZ night. It would be a horrific miracle if he didn't catch something tonight. Laughing to himself, he silently wondered what else this night would bring. Because, based on the past, it was amazing what a difference three months could make.

Ugh, it’s been a while. Work and life and all that stuff caught up with me. But here’s a new chapter! Short summary of people being mentioned: Eddie: Doctor at the clinic Matt: His nurse Anthony: Cute guy in waiting room that was called just before me. ------------------------------- I pulled my pants up and covered up the cum stained black t-shirt with my zipper-hoodie, then put on my jacket. I spoke for a while with the guys while they were cleaning up the exam room. Eddie even opened a window to air out the stench of sex in there. They were both new at the clinic having started just after new year’s. Eddie was 31 and had just got his degree while Matt, 23, was still studying to become a nurse. Matt had walked in on Eddie as Eddie was furiously masturbating while reading journals containing the raunchy detailed accounts of how HIV patients had contracted the virus, and of course they hit it off immediately since Matt was a chaser and Eddie unmedicated poz. They were fucking several times per day and having access to high viral load blood samples at the clinic meant that of course it didn’t take long until Matt was converting. Right now, his viral load was peaking, before his body would be accustomed and able to fight off some of it. They had been talking about how hot it would be to gift patients at the clinic, and I was apparently their first recipient. I informed them that they had to recuperate until I came back in the evening with my husband. I thanked them for their generosity and stepped out of the exam room into the hallway. As I closed the door behind me, the door on the opposite side of the corridor opened and out stepped Anthony, looking very upset. His eyes were red, and it was clear that he had been crying. He looked at me, then quickly looked away and started rushing towards the exit. I guess he wasn’t as happy with his doctor as I was with mine. Outside the hospital was a small park, and as I crossed it, I saw Anthony sitting on a bench, hunched over with his face resting in his palms. I walked over to him and sat down next to him. - “Are you OK sweetie?”, I said in a soft voice. - “NO!”, he said and turned to me and threw his arms around me, sobbing. I hugged him back and just held him for a while. - “Guess you didn’t get the results you were hoping for in there?” - “No… Well… Yes… But no…”, he paused for a minute and then looked at me. - “It turns out I’m poz.”, he said. - “Oh, congr*COUGH COUGH*”, I stopped myself, hoping he didn’t catch what I was about to say. “Sorry to hear that.”, I corrected myself. - “No, you were right the first time, congratulations are in order, it’s just… this wasn’t the way I wanted it to happen.” - “Wow, ok! Now, just to make things clear; I’m a fellow chaser, so feel free to say anything, no judgement from me babe! I’m sitting here with two unmedicated poz loads in my neg ass, so really; NO judgement!”, I said, surprising myself with how open and blunt I was. I’m usually shy and mostly keep my twisted mind to myself, or the occasional online contact. Anthony looked up at me with a grin and started laughing. - “I fucking knew it! I saw it on you in the waiting room, that’s why I started the app, because I wanted to check out your profile, but you weren’t nearby. Then when you tapped me I saw it, and how you’re a bareback bottom, and I knew.”. Anthony wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and continued. - “Wait… What? You got two loads in your ass, and you just came from the clinic? That’s fucking nasty, going to the clinic right after you’ve been bred.”. He laughed. - “Uhm… Not exactly. I didn’t have them in me when I came to the clinic…”. I flashed him a devilish smile. - “NO! You got fucked by the doctor?! FUCK!” - “And the nurse…”, I said, as I opened up my hoodie and showed him the cum that was all over my t-shirt. - “FUCK!”, he looked at me in awe. I just smiled back at him. - “So, congratulations on your poz result, now what’s with the tears?”, I asked. - “I had this whole thing planned in my head. I’m a total top, and I have a bottom boyfriend who is a chaser and we’ve been talking about opening our relation and both of us becoming poz and live out our sluttiness as we desire. The plan was that I was going to get one extramarital freebie and meet up with a poz top for whom I would bottom for once just to get infected, then have a ritualized breeding of my boyfriend as I asked him to marry me, and then we’d open up the relationship and fuck around as much as possible. But apparently the little fucker has been cheating on me and beat me to it by infecting me without me knowing it. I had my suspicions, and now they’re confirmed. I wouldn’t have cared as much if we had an open relation already, but he wouldn’t have it, not until we were poz…” - “Oh… I had something similar with my ex, not that any of us were chasing, quite the opposite, but he was apparently cheating on me a lot. I offered to open our relationship so he could fuck around without being unfaithful, but he couldn’t stand the thought of me fucking someone else. I broke up with him after he cheated on me while I was on a funeral for a family member, that was just going way too far. And two months later he was poz… The fucker…” - “What the hell is wrong with people?” - “Exactly… Better to be sluts and fuck around from the beginning, like me and my husband!” - “Oh yeah? You’re married? Is he poz?” - “Nope… Not yet anyway. Not sure if he’ll stay neg after his visit to the clinic later this afternoon, he’ll be meeting the same doctor that I met.”, I said and laughed. - “So… Can I fuck you? And him? I’ve got a potent poz cock here, apparently.”, Antony said and grabbed his cock through his pants and shook it. - “Fuck yes you can! You’re cute as hell! I’ve already tapped you on the gay app! But… we’ve both got some kind of STI, that’s why we’re visiting the clinic…” - “So do I, HIV wasn’t the only thing he gave me, so I’m already being treated for those and can’t really get anything else. And I’m sure your doctor wouldn’t mind if your husband comes pre-lubed with cum to his appointment.” - “Oh, he’d like that, for sure. Nasty guy that one, so fucking hot.” I picked up my phone and sent a text to my husband: “Clean out and apply numbing cream to your sore hole, I’m bringing a surprise home for you. I’ll be home in 30 minutes! Love you!” Anthony and I got on the subway back to my place. It was the middle of the day so it was really crowded, and we ended up standing very close to each other, talking about this and that, nothing dirty since people would be listening. Or maybe they wouldn’t since the whole world is occupied by mobile zombies these days. Noones paying attention to anything anymore. I “accidentally” rubbed the back of my hand against his crotch and felt something stir inside the fabric of his jeans, so I kept rubbing while looking into his eyes and seeing him smile more and more, even closing his eyes and moaning softly once in a while, especially when the driver hit the brakes at the next stop, and my hand was pushed harder onto his growing cock. I grabbed it more intentionally and squeezed what I could feel was a very long cock, and soon I feet a wet spot starting to form on the front of his pants. I whispered into his ear: “Lots of pre-cum, huh?”. “It’s like Manneken Pis down there. Except the dick is bigger.”, he replied with a smile. My mind wandered off to the world-famous bronze fountain sculpture in Brussels, Belgium, that I had seen so many times on my travels there, imagining what it would be like to meet a guy who leaked as much pre-cum as that little boy was pissing water. It would be heaven. Especially if it was poz pre-cum. The subway arrived at my stop in the rural parts of the town, and we got off. The train left the platform, and we were all alone, so I got down on my knees and shoved my face into his crotch and sucked the wet spot. I could taste the salty pre-cum, combined with the taste of cotton and a hint of detergent. I playfully bit his cock and growled like a horny, somewhat camp, lion, then stood up, took his hand and pulled him towards the escalators. As we exited the station, I caught the eye of the guy in the ticket booth who smiled at us, and just then I realized that the platforms are, of course, monitored with cameras. He’d seen me suck his bulge. I smiled back and winked and continued towards the exit. Just past the doors I stopped in my step and told Anthony to wait there as I ran back towards the ticket booth. I leaned into the hatch and said: - “How much did you see, and did you like it?” The guy in the booth just looked at me, then stood up and showed me that under the desk he had his cock out and was jerking off. He stepped to the door and unlatched it and let me in. I immediately got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth, and I only got to suck it for three seconds until he blasted a huge load in my mouth. I saved the entire load and was careful not to swallow it, which made it hard to talk, but I saw a piece of paper and a pen on his desk, so I just wrote “THANKS!” and my phone number, then smiled at him and went back to Anthony who was waiting outside. He looked at me with a surprised look on his face, I must’ve looked quite stupid as I stood there with a smile on my face, my mouth clamped shut around a mouthful of something. I grabbed Anthony’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. As his tongue entered and dipped into the pool of cum in my mouth he moaned and stuck his tongue deeper into me, scooping out the load. He sucked it out of my mouth, then spit half of it back and pulled away from me, swallowing every drop he had. I did the same. - “How the hell did you get that? You’re just a fucking magnet for loads, aren’t you?” - “Trade secret. Professional slut here.”, I said, flashing him cheeky smile and wiping a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth. Anthony laughed as I wandered off towards my apartment.

Part 3 As the gates opened up we were all in awe at what we saw. Everything looked like a normal carnival with a sea of naked hot horny men walking around. My head was on a swivel looking at the hunk parade around me and all of them we hard as rocks with muscles and hardons for days as well. I didn't want to look like a deer in headlights so I started walking in one direction seeing where this path would take me. I walked for about five minuets and saw my first ride. It was one of the spinning rides I saw online so I decided to give it a shot. I got in line and it wasn't to long of a wait and I was next to get on. I chose a spot and saw just like the site showed me that there was a large dildo poking out. I grabbed it for a moment and could feel the veins along the shaft and it felt like a real cock the only thing I was curious about was the hole in the head of the dildo. The ride attendant walked up to each of the riders as they all found spots and started to lube up each dildo and I saw allot of the guys riding take them with ease and some of the others needing a bit of poppers to help them ease onto the large dildos. When the attendant got to me I asked about the hole in the dildos and they smiled at me and explained that for over a year cum is collected from many poz men that our host gathers and has each of them cum into a vat where it is all preserved to save for this event. Our host has hired the best and piggeset scientist to make sure the cum never spoils and the viral count of each load is enhanced as well since it doesn't live long outside of the body. So the dildos will be vibrating and thrusting constantly as the ride progresses and they will be letting out small amounts of the cum stored in each dildo capsual and at the end of the ride before the rider gets off the capsual of poz cum will be shot with great force to make it as deep as it can in the riders system. Hearing that made me rock hard and the ride attendant smiled and saw that there was some precum leaking from my cock head and he rubbed it with his thumb and inserted into his mouth winked at me and said enjoy the ride. I spread my ass apart and slid down on the dildo quite comfortably and strapped myself in. The same attendant walked around to do a check that everyone was strapped in safely and when he got to me he winked at me again and walked back to the control stand and picked up his mike. He said he hoped we would all enjoy the ride and if at any time while the dildos push enough for us to cum and or piss to give into and have a great ride. With that he pushed the start button and I could feel the dildo start to move with the ride. It started to go slow opening me up more and as the ride started to spin faster and faster the dildo sped up too just as fast. You could hear a mixture of happy screaming and loud moaning from each man on the ride. Just a moment later you could see smell and feel that someone or multiple someones started to piss them selves covering each man in warm piss. I had my mouth open and was able to catch a good amount of piss in there which in turn pushed me over the edge. My ass clamped down hard on the rides dildo as I could feel my balls rise up and my orgasm shot hard from the tip of my cock. I could see my cum as well as other globs of cum swirling around the ride before hitting the nearest guy. As I clamped down on the dildo I could feel the large thrust of the dildo and a gush of wetness and I knew the capsule of cum that the dildo had inside was broken and being shot inside of my body. The heat from the cum made me moan loudly as I could hear simular sounds from the other riders as well. The ride started to slow down and when it came to a complete stop we were all panting from the intense orgasms and the adult on our holes. The attendant walked to each of us un buckling our straps and helping some lift off the dildos. He smiled at me as he walked up to me and asked me if I enjoyed my first ride. I told him I loved every moment of it and I was excited to see what other rides and activities awaited me. He helped me off my dildo and it came out with a small pop. He smiled again and inserted two fingers into my hole. He fingered me for a few seconds and as he did I could feel his nails scratching my innards causing me to moan in both pain and pleasure. He removed his fingers and I could see some streaks of red mixed in wth the cum and he offered one of them to me and I latched onto his finger like a nursing cat as he sucked on the other. The taste was amazing the cum tasted so sweet as did my own blood mixed with it and in no time at all we had cleaned his digits. Once fully cleaned he smiled and swatted me on my ass and told me to go enjoy everything the carnival has in store for me. I smiled thanked him and went on my way to the exit of the ride so they could get it ready for the next group of riders.

I'm really feeling inspired again! Here's a very long, very nasty chapter for all you dirty pigs! I will backtrace to characters from earlier chapters, so make sure you remember them. And as usual, feel free to hit me up, no loads refused! 😉 ----------------------------------- I woke up the next morning with a dull ache in my body and hole from the evening before. I looked over at my husband, still asleep on his stomach next to me, and crawled closer, wrapping my arm over his back. As always it didn’t take more than a minute of skin contact until I was hard and pressing my cock against his side. He sleepily adjusted himself onto his side so my cock became lodged in between his smooth butt cheeks, then pulled my arm so I would come even closer. Still sleepy, I drifted off again, only to be awakened by him pushing himself onto my cock. No lube, not even spit. Maybe I had some pre cum leaking out, but mostly it was the cum that was still inside of him from the night before. When my cock was about halfway in, he rolled over flat on his stomach again and pulled my arm so I would lay on top of him. I knew what this meant, he had done it before. He wanted it rough, as rough as I could possibly give it to him. Without entering him any further, I positioned myself so that I could attack him without mercy. I pushed my right arm under his head until his throat was right in the crease of my arm, then I flexed my arm causing my bicep to push his head down and his throat to close off slightly. With my left hand I covered his mouth. Then, with all the force I had, I quickly pushed my cock in as deep as it could possibly go and threw my weight on top of his body, pushing the air out of his lungs. The muffled noise coming from him let me know I had given him exactly what he wanted. We’ve been together for so long that I know what that sounds like. It was not a sound of pleasure, but a noise of pain and fulfilment. Usually, I just rest in this position and let him catch his breath and his hole adjust to the intrusion, but not this morning. Instead, I kept my arm flexed and my hand covering his mouth and I just started pounding away. The friction was substantial, and it even hurt my cock so it must have hurt him a lot more. He started writhing under me, his body tensing up, trying to get away. Muffled screams escaped trough my fingers as he grabbed my arm with both hands, digging his nails into my skin trying to get me to release him so he could breathe again. But I was already close to coming, and that was my only priority, so I kept pounding until I exploded inside him. I let go of his mouth and he gasped for air and started coughing violently, causing my cock to be forced out of him along with a huge dollop of dark pink cum that landed on the white sheets. He rolled away from me, breathing rapidly as if he had been running a marathon, then looked at me with red eyes and tears running down his cheeks and said: “THAT’S how you fuck! Thank you! Those poz loads from last night must surely have been forced into my bloodstream with that fuck!”, then he kissed me while fingering his wide-open hole, moaning in pain. The rest of that Monday we spent mostly wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling closer than ever before. But then came Tuesday and it was back to work as usual. Days went by and by the end of the week both our asses started hurting in a familiar way, and by Saturday our cocks were dripping with pus, so Monday morning we called the gay clinic to get treated for whatever we caught this time. We have the best clinic ever, so I got a time the same day in the afternoon, and my husband got one in the evening. When I got to the clinic I checked in with the nurse at the desk, and she was as always very welcoming, making jokes and calling me darling, love and sweetie, making me feel safe and relaxed. The staff there really is the best I’ve ever met. – “You’ll be meeting with Eddie today! He’s new but amazing! Sweetest Eddie… Alright then, all set, have a seat and he will call you shortly!”. I sat down in the waiting room and looked around. There were six other guys there waiting, all staring down in their phones. The well-known sound of one of the dating apps receiving a message echoed through the room and one of the guys started frantically lowering the volume on his phone, looking up with a bright red face. Someone giggled. He looked over at me and I met his glance with a smile. He smiled back at me shyly. - “Anthony?”, a doctor called out. The guy who just got the message arose and followed the doctor out of the waiting room. I started the app myself to check out Anthony’s profile. Just 24 years old, top, into bears. He had a really cute picture of himself by the beach, showing of a slim hairy body in a pair of tiny speedos. I immediately sent him a tap. - “Jay?” - “That’s me!” I said and looked over at Doctor Eddie. - “Come with me…” he said and started walking down the hallway to the last room. Fuck was he cute! Short guy, short dark hair, nicely kept dark beard and dark brown piercing eyes that you could drown in. He also had a rather large horseshoe shaped nose piercing through the septum, taking his cute boyish looks and turning him into more of a fetish porn star. Walking behind him I wished he didn’t have that white coat on, I wanted to see his ass so badly. Had it been anywhere else than an STI clinic, I would’ve jumped him like a fox hunting a rabbit. We entered the room, and he told me to hang my jacket on the hook on the wall and have a seat next to his desk. He sat down, turned to me and said: - “Nice to meet you, how are you doing? The note here says you’ve got symptoms.” - “Yes… my ass hurts and my cock is dripping…” - “Been a bit of a slut, have you?” he said, looking at me with a huge smile and letting out a little giggle, completely catching me off guard. - “Uhm… I guess so…”, I said, blushing. - “Nice...”. He winked at me, typing something on the computer. “So, you’ve been fucking bareback? Top or bottom?” He was still smiling at me. - “Uuuhm… Yes… Both…”. - “Several partners? At home or somewhere else?” - “Yes, several partners. Quite a few. I was at the sauna. And my husband was also fucking around and then we’ve been fucking too… So not sure where I got it, whatever it is.”. I was expecting him to start giving me a lecture, but there was none. Instead, he leaned back on his chair, and looked at me. He crossed his arms over his chest, and I could see that he was squeezing his nipple through his t-shirt. I’m not sure he was even aware that he was doing it, it seemed to be just one of those things one does automatically and absent mindedly when one is getting horny. I felt my own cock stirring. This lasted just a few seconds to long to be “normal doctor behaviour”. - “Ok”, he snapped out of his thoughts, “We’ll do the regular tests since you’ve been a sauna cum dump. Do you want HIV?”. - “Do I what?!” - “Uhm…”, he looked flustered as he realised what he had said, “I mean, do you want me to test for HIV?” - “I don’t really care…”. I said that thinking that it was both true, and that if he was to question it, I could always just say that what I meant was that there is no point since I’m on prep, which he would know since it’s in my journal. He didn’t have to know that I’m not actually taking them… - “Right…” he paused a few seconds. “It wouldn’t show anything anyway since your sauna visit was too recent. IF you were infected there, I mean.”. He smirked. Smirked? Again? What the actual fuck was going on here? Did he somehow know what I had been up to at the sauna? Was he there? Did someone tell him about me? How would he know, I’ve never met the guy before! - “Pull your pants down and sit down here on the bed, I’ll start with the penis swabs.” I did as I was told. He put on gloves and prepared the sample kits. Then he grabbed my cock and gave it a tug, then started really milking it dragging his thumb along the urethra forcing the pus out of my piss slit. I was starting to get hard. - “Nice cock…” he said quietly, again I’m not sure if he was aware that he said it out loud. - “No need to do any deep swabbing here” he said in a normal voice, “There’s enough pus for everyone… I mean; for all the tests!”. He dipped four swabs in the yellow pus that he had squeezed out of my cock, and then he put them in the test tubes on his table. He wiped the rest of the pus from my cock with his thumb and I could see his thoughts wandering off as he squished it between his thumb and his index finger. I looked at him the whole time and I saw him lick his lips. There was no doubt about it, this was one dirty hungry nasty little fucker! He wanted to lick that pus, I’m sure of it! This was going to be fun! - “Do you want me to turn on my side now, so you can check out my ass?” I said, snapping him out of his thoughts. - “Yes, lie down on your left side.” - “My ass really hurts so I’d really like it if you could apply some numbing cream first.” - “Ok, no problem, I will.” He replied and got up from his chair to go to the cupboard to get the cream. I looked at him as he got up and his scrubs were clearly tenting in the front. I had him. Now I just had to get him to fuck me. - “Ok, here comes the numbing cream, it might sting a little at first, tell me when if you want me to go slower or deeper, and when it starts working.” He expertly applied some cream to the outside of my hole and started inserting his index finger, moving it around the inside of my sphincter. He pulled it out, took some more cream and pushed it in again. I started moaning quietly and pushed back on his finger. “Go deeper…”, I said. I wanted him to hit my prostate. My cock was rock hard by now, dripping a mix of pre cum and pus on the protective paper that covered the bed. He pushed in deeper and started rubbing my prostate, then he inserted another finger in me. I knew he knew that this was already way past the normal exam, but still he asked me - “Is the cream starting to work?” - “Not yet, you need to massage it in more…” I looked over my shoulder to see his face, and there it was again, that smirk. Doctor Eddie started to really enthusiastically massage my prostate, and I was moaning loudly by now, no longer hiding my hard cock but instead jerking it. - “I still have to take the tests you know…” - “Do it now, then continue doing what you’re doing now!”. I was not leaving this exam room without coming, that was for sure! Doctor Eddie inserted first one swab, flicked it around inside me on the mucous membranes, put it in a test tube, then did the same with a second one. He then applied some lube to his hand and inserted three fingers and really started to massage my prostate. I turned over on my back and pulled my legs up to my chest to really show off my cock. He kept finger fucking me with his right hand, as he put his left hand down his pants to jerk his own cock. I begged him to fuck me, and he couldn’t contain himself, he just stood up, pulled down his pants and shoved his rock-hard cock into my ass, raw, and started fucking me while he grabbed my cock and started jerking me. He paused for a while, picked up his phone, took a photo of his cock up my ass and typed something. – “For the journal…” he said and smiled, then continued to fuck me. About 20 seconds later the door to the exam room opened and a young male nurse stepped in and closed the door behind him. The doctor didn’t even react. The nurse said “I got your text…” and just walked up to us, bent over and took my cock in his mouth and started sucking. A minute later the doctor started to visibly, but quietly, unload in my guts and shortly after I started shooting my own load in the hungry mouth of the nurse. He was sucking down and swallowing every drop he could catch. The doctor collapsed back onto his chair, his cock still standing straight out of his pants, wet with cum and lube. The nurse had sucked my cock dry by now and moved down and stuck his tongue up my cummy hole instead, slurping up every drop of his colleagues cum that leaked out of me. Doctor Eddie stood up from his chair and was obviously still hard. His cock wasn’t the biggest I’ve seen, but with the nastiness of what he had done and how fucking cute he was, he was definitely in the top five hottest fucks I’ve ever had. He quickly entered the nurse, causing him to let out a loud moan right into my guts. A huge drop of pre cum fell from the top of my again rock-hard cock. The nurse stood up, licked my cock clean, looked me in the eyes, smiled and said “Wow! Just WOW!”, then he was pushed forward by the doctor fucking him, causing his huge hard cock to enter my ass. The numbing cream had started to wear off and there wasn’t a lot of cum left after his eager cleaning, so the penetration hurt like hell! I let out a little scream, but the nurse quickly covered my mouth with his hand and held back. - “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. - “Fuck no but please use some lube!” I answered. “And please cum quickly, I’m not sure how much more my ass can take!” - “Don’t worry, I won’t last long, this is way too hot!” He pulled out of me, just as Doctor Eddies hand reached around and lubed up the nurse’s cock and my hole. – “There you go Matt, now fucking breed our patient!”. With that Matt started fucking me, as Eddie was fucking Matt. Matt’s cock was so fucking thick, I could feel it ripping my already very sore ass apart, but I just couldn’t pass this up. I needed it! - “What does he have?” the nurse asked Doctor Eddie - “Not sure… Could be anything, or everything. Doesn’t really matter since we’re both already on all kinds of antibiotics because of our party last week, we’ll be fine.” - “Yes of course, but… Is he poz?” - “Ask him yourself…”, Doctor Eddie replied while keeping the fuck-train in motion. - “Are you poz?”, Matt asked me, pushing his raw cock deeper inside me. - “Not yet…” I replied. - “Are you on PreP? If not, you’re at great risk here…” - “I’m not. Are you saying that you’re about to infect me?” - “Do you want me to? You’ve already got Eddies load in there; I don’t think mine will make that much difference…” he said with a devilish look on his face. - “Yes please, give it to me! Give me everything you’ve got!” The nurse tensed up and started blasting inside me, and with that his cock expanded even more, causing extreme pressure on my sphincter which felt so incredible that I yet again started shooting my load all over my clothes. This time no one was there to catch it in his mouth, so I covered myself with six thick ropes of cum. The doctor was still fucking the nurse but came in him just seconds later. We were all out of breath. The room reeked of sex combined with the normal hospital sanitizer, creating a new sensation in my nostrils. I felt the urge to become a nurse here. - “Matt, this is Jay, he seems to be open to taking our toxic loads.”, Eddie said and laughed. - “Nice to meet you Jay”, Matt said and shook my hand, flashing the biggest smile at me. “Hope you get what you’re looking for!” - “And I hope to see you soon again if you get the fuck flu in a couple of weeks.”, the doctor said. “Or who knows, maybe it’ll happen sooner than that considering what a dirty sauna slut you are.” He added with a huge grin. - “I think I’ll be back sooner than that…”, I replied, “My husband is coming here this evening, I might just come and keep him company, and make sure he’s as well received at this clinic as I have been.”. I smiled at them. - “What time has he booked?” - “18.45” - “That’s the last appointment of the day. Good, then we can work overtime and we’ll be all alone in the clinic…”

I used to leave campus between classes to get sucked off through a gloryhole every day when I was 19. A few years later and I would go into a booth and strip and leave the door unlocked so the mostly older guys cruising would all make there way into my booth. a few more years and I loved to lower my pants and bend over so I could get fucked by as many guys as I could. I would be vocal enough to let anyone in the room know I wanted those loads blown up my ass. I loved being younger and usually the most attractive so I could have my choice of guys there but instead I let guys breed me from behind that I didn’t even look at. The best part was how easy it was because everyone was there for the same reason. Have the most guys breed me in the shortest time while anyone could watch. I fucking miss bookstores but I was too naive to think about being arrested back then.

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?

Not that bis as the ones here but it works well

i'm not a total top, not even close. but when i do top, the more masc the bottom is the more turned on i get, and vice versa. femme twink bottoms are are huge turn off even tho they're always tryin to get this hairy daddy to fuck them. this can be frustrating as it seems as of late that if i liked to fuck femme bottoms i'd be fucking 24/7. but the dick wants what the dick wants.

I had a very intense sexual relationship with my dad for 19 years. He raised me and made me the pig I am today. Best time of my life