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My Buddy Hamish has wanted my hole for ages. We play together but only as tops in 3 (or more) some. I have sucked his cock before but have only managed to get the first third in my mouth - it’s not the length but the girth. His cock is shaped like. Pyramid and gets wider with every inch - the base is thicker than a coke can - I guess about 5 inches. Anyway last night I let him take a shot on my hole. I was well lubed and I’d worn a butt plug all day. He put me on my back and put my legs over his shoulders. He moved forward and opened my legs wide. I felt his helmet press on my hole, he pushed and thrust his helmet through my ring. He pushed the first couple of inches into me. I’ve never felt so full and I thought my assshole was gunna rip open. He took his time and continued forcing his monster cock into me. I can’t say I was enjoying it - but he was. The look on his face told me he was enjoying my tight chute. It took about 20 minutes before he was finally balls deep in my hole. He stayed deep in me, telling me how he was gunna wreck my ass and shoot his load deep in me. He kissed me deep and forced his tongue in my mouth - I was so fukkin horny by now as I was getting used to his horse cock deep in me. He started to fuck me, slowly at first then he went faster and pulled his cock more before ramming it back in. He was grunting and I was moaning. He barked at me “what the fuck do you want” I moaned “Sir, I want you to pump your seed up the whole length of my chute” With that he gritted his teeth, grunted and I felt his hot sperm plastering the walls of my chute and filling my gut. He’s a heavy shooter - I know cuz I’ve sucked him off before and it was at least 4 mouthfuls. He pulled out and his load poured out my hole cuz he’d left me gaping wide open. I’d still wide as fuck today and my ass hurts! It’ll be a while before I give up my ass again to him but I definitely will. It was amazing to be fucked by a real bull. Sent from my iPad

Been a long time since I posted. Sorry guys! Here's a good one after a bad breakup. Some might call me an idiot, but I was in a bad place. The guy I thought of as my soulmate told me he changed the locks and not to come back, just like that for no reason. I was heartbroken and had moved to Texas from Massachusetts all for him. I got myself a hotel and decided sex might make up for the hole in my heart. A no pic top hit me up almost immediately on Grindr. He said he needed a bottom to satisfy him, raw and he was hung. He showed me a gigantic uncut 10-11 inch dick rock hard and said he needed me now if I was down and could host. I agreed immediately and said I had poppers. He said he didn’t need them just my open hole and lube, which I had. When he got to my hotel pretty quick, I hadn’t thought of it but he never showed a face pic. When I opened the door I took a step back in total abject horror. He was not a looker. Maybe a little older than me, but not by much and I was only 29. He was slim, latin, a bit shorter but his face was marked and not at all attractive. I set my feelings aside and let him in with a smile, hoping he didn’t notice the step back I took. I wanted to at least see this dick in person. I took a hit of tina, I admit I was really trying to fill this hole in my heart with drugs and dick...the guy didn’t want any but he was cool with whatever opened my hole to him. I only took one big hit and held it. I blew it out as I sauntered over to the bed, he was already naked and stroking. I took off my pants since I had no shirt and showed off my black man six pack, hairy abs and chest as well as my ass but I was slim trim black dream to most guys and I said to hell with shaving since I love hairy men. And this guy was hairy too. He got on the bed so I could suck him and that monster was already at half-mast. When I put it in my mouth it grew so quick I couldn’t believe it, and it was wider than any cock I’d ever taken. Not to mention longer, I didn’t dare gag though on this sweet dream of a latin penis. I was gonna give my hole up gladly and his looks suddenly mattered not a bit compared to the majesty of his penis. I’m a loyal guy and with a penis like this I was worried I’d misplace my lust for falling in love with him after just one fuck...but I didn’t care I swore I’d try not to. He got up and got behind me pulling my hips closer to his engorged super straight hotrod of a dick. It was cut, majestic and as wide as my wrist. I hit the poppers in anticipation of being taken as he used the Gun Oil to slick his rod and put more on my hole to mark the target. That’s when it hit me, he was gonna do me bareback. “Oh yeah,” I said casually, “I’m neg by the way, never would usually go raw, but your dick is so hot...you neg too?” “Yeah man, glad you’re neg,” He said with a grin, “I really need to hit hole raw when I wanna get off, and if you open I’m gonna rail you all day.” “You probably shoot a huge load,” I gasped as he pushed into me and I sniffed the poppers again greedily to open completely. Heat took me and my back arched and my hole relaxed as his monster cock pressed me open wide eagerly with lust in his eyes that I couldn’t see with my head down, but as he gripped my waist to arch my back, I knew he was wanting to take me completely and utterly, “Don’t cum inside me baby...I know you’d knock me up if you’re not definitely neg.” “I can pullout...but I maybe I’ll change your mind,” He promised and pushed me open mercilessly. I gasped and my hole opened like it had been waiting my entire life for his dick. My hole ached as he stretched it and I continued to hit the poppers to make my pussy willing to compensate for this raw dick that was breaking me open wide. It hit a climax where in my chest, head, and hole all at once knew I was ready to submit fully and then the rest of his cock rushed into me with no reistance. The fucking that began...I have no words to describe it. He gripped my ass cheek with one hand and forced my back to arch with the other and my hole ached willingly for him so I naturally felt I was matching to his dicks perfect placement to take me. I kept giving it up and I felt my hole get so wide, even as the tip of his cock hit some place in my ass that didn’t want to let him through. He forcefully pinned me down in place to stretch my hole. More poppers let that second hole give in and he pressed through slowly but surely until it caved completely and I gasped in ecstasy. “Who owns that black pussy boy?” He demanded as the slap, slap, slap of his monster cock punctuated each word he spat out. “YOU!” I moaned desperate to satisfy this man who must’ve been part sex god for all that was happening to me. As my hole opened more and more, I couldn’t help but think he was gonna cum in me even after promising not to and then I felt it. A geyser of a load, he tried to fuck me in a way his huge orgasm wouldn’t feel like a load shooting into me, but he got the timing off just a bit so I felt that raging load spunk my naive boy hole. “You didn’t cum in me baby, did you?” I begged, hoping he’d pull out or confess. “Nah boo, that’s all precum,” he said without missing a beat and continuing to pound me. “Oh my god, that’s so much, my hole feels full of it,” I panted knowing I couldn’t stop him and he wasn’t stopping either. I still couldn’t let it go though, this bastard nut in me after his empty promise. His dick was softening slightly now and I was going to casually mention it but he beat me to it...was he psychic or just that good? “Squeeze that dick softly when I pull out and then relax completely in time with me baby,” he cooed sexily to me while rubbing his hands over my ass and back. “Yes baby,” I complied and squeezed gently as he pulled out and then when he pushed in immediately opening. I hit the poppers again for maximum loosening effect and it wasn’t even three pumps before his cock felt MASSIVE again. I tried to stop squeezing, it was getting too large and his dick was gliding without effort due to all the cum inside me. I think a half inch of cum was around his dick so it wasn’t even touching my hole it glided so smooth and he was getting even harder than before. “AH! Baby, please!” I babbled incoherently, my cries muffled by the pillow I stuffed my face into. “Take it,” he ordered, “you know you want it.” “Yes, you can cum in me,” I sobbed pathetically giving in, he already nut me. I might as well say it. “I can?” He gave me a particularly deep thrust that made my legs ache to spread wider. “YES! Please, baby it’s yours.” I couldn’t believe I said it. “You made me wait to nut you so I’m gonna teach your hole a lessen before I cum inside you.” He didn’t even take credit for the load he gave me….he was pretending this was gonna be the first time! Why was that so hot? Then he gripped my ass again more firmly than before and pushed my cheeks apart as he revved up to plow me. The pounding was slow, deep, driven with heart thudding aggression. I panted breathlessly into a pillow, even forgetting the poppers and just trying to let myself stretch more, his dick was harder than before and I had no hole left to give. He ground his hips into my ass and forced me wider. My eyes bulged, and I felt a pop and swore there was a snap as my ass gave into his cock and he reached my third hole. I swear on my mother’s soul if I had not felt that myself I would have called any bottom a liar a third hole existed but this monster cock proved beyond all doubt it could be reached. Just like that I was his. He nut me deeply and completely. He rubbed at my top of my ass hole because his dick was pulling out my ass lips as he stroked and tried to keep the cum from pulling out since I was so full it was coating every inch of my hole and his cock. God this was I dream come true. I couldn’t help but feel it’d be worth it if he pozzed me...maybe I could be his personally fuck boy, loyal and submissive. I’d do anything and be sorely used. Maybe I was biting off more than I could chew...but he was just getting started.

For me the chems increase the quantity/quality/availability of assgasm. The only way to slow it down is for your top to ride the wave with you instead of pushing you on to the next. The problem is that a lot of tops enjoy watching us squirm, so they push those buttons frequently once they find them. So your solution is fewer chems, top who will slow down to allow you to enjoy the moment, or enjoy the ride. For me, personally, I like to enjoy the ride to exhaustion.

Ooops I forgot that a couple of years ago my 30 year old nephew visited my husband and me while we were vacationing at a large condo in Hawaii. His girlfriend was pissed-off at him and was blue-balling him. One thing led to another and we blew him and kept his balls drained for him. Neither of us would mind that hottie again!

Very unlikely that it's HIV. Quite possible that it's a bacterial sexually transmitted disease that has made its home in your throat. Oral gonorrhea and oral chlamydia are both known and not at all rare. If the antibiotic doesn't clear it up, you should tell the doctor about the possibility, as then they can test and/or they may want to use different antibiotics.

#7. Last, but definitely not least. He was huge, 6' 4" he must have weighed 300 pounds of solid muscle. His bare chest and arms were fuckin huge The kind of body you expect to see pulling a loaded transport! What he lacked in head and body hair he made up in classy arm, chest, shoulder, torso and back tattoos. His massive dick and balls were bald and at full 10" erection the top of his cock was a full length scorpion in strike pose. If I wasn't 'stung ' already there was little doubt it would happen soon. I begged for it a.s.a.p.! I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I waa so deeply lubed that his raw mammoth slid right in with only the tale sticking out. How Could such a huge cock in my hole feel so fuckin good? The fact it was raw and my hole had been so stretched were probably the factors leading to such awesome deep satisfaction. "I don't fuck easy." He groaned as he started to pound away. "Nothin to save me for as you're the last you sexy beast. " I managed to force out before every pile drive into me was knocking the air out of my lungs. This guy had no mercy ... and to be honest I suppose I had invited the abuse. I was just about ready to tap out, it was that or pass out, when he pushed in deep and howled as he unloaded. Half a dozen powerful spasms he managed the words "Fuckin pozin your neg hole bitch!" I've always loved the feeling of being bred .... I had no idea knowingly taking a highly viral poz load while negative and unprotected could be so much more amazing. And here I was flooded with poz cum. Holy fuckin shit! Everyone accept my generous sponsor and the perfect man who made such sweet love to me had left by this point. When #7 plopped out of my hole my sweet lover dove into my hole with his mouth. He feltched out a mouthful and delivered it to me with a passionate kiss. His rock hard raw cock was soon back into me. "Fuck you, sweet slut, that was so amazing to watch. You are such a fuckin cum pig. You must be radioactive now with all that poz cum up your ass. Amazing!" He then held his phone in front of my face, "The guys have been generous adding to your fundraising page, which only makes sense as you've offered your ass so freely." There was another $6,450's. I couldn't believe my eyes. My generous doner spoke next. "When is it you actually do this ride slut?" "Three weeks tomorrow. " I answered. "Excellent! As long as you get the fuck flu before the ride I'll double mine and the other guys donations. You come down with the fuck flu while doing the ride and I'll triple the total. Convert even the day after? Not another cent. Do you understand?" "Aw ... um ... I can't say I understand ... but I do hear what you're saying. Why would you do this? " I queried. "I just love games of chance , and watching you risk your negative ass is worth every cent. I've got more money than I know what to do with ... money flows like water for me ... why not?" "Damn, I'd love to raise that much money but I know it's hoping for a miracle. I've loved taking all these poz loads, but I'm really not chasing. I don't want to take sick. " Each morning until the ride I was relieved and amazed to wake up feeling great. My generous doner texted me every morning for an update. He'd made me promise 'no sex, you only get the extra funds if my guys knocked you up. ' It was hard especially when I felt like I'd dogged the bullet by not converting before the ride but I held to my word. While on the ride some of my regular fuck buddies were pissed I wouldn't play with them. Fuck, I was disappointed to miss out on the fun . Then the second last morning I awoke knowing my ship had come in and my luck had run out. My bed was a puddle of sweat and I felt like I had been hit by a subway train. I'd brought in a small fortune for the AIDS foundation, but I might just now need to turn to them for help.

Two buddies and I had a great morning riding the rail trail out of Vernon BC. There was a clear blue sky and a light breeze and the temperature was perfect for peddling. We did work up quite a thirst on the long dusty trail so we were very happy to come across a pub right on the lake at lunch time. We ordered a pitcher of beer and the burger special of the day as we sat with a nice view on the deck. The tall glasses of cold beer hit the spot. A handsome big bear of a man sat alone at the table next to ours. After a time it became clear he was not taking in the view. He was turning to get a good look at my friends and I. I do a bike rally each year to raise funds for an agency that provides care for people living with HIV/AIDS. For this days ride I had provided each of my friends with a riding shirt from this particular fund raiser. The bear finally caught my attention and asked about the shirts. I told him about the organization and the 6 day fundraising ride. He became quite intrigued and asked intelligent relevant questions. "So do all three of you do these rides?" I responded; "No, just me. I'm training for my 12th year in a row. " His attention returned to the shirts. "The shirts all have different years on them and they all say, 'Top Fund Raiser ' , dose that mean you raised more than everyone else each of those years. " "No, no, no" I protested, "It just means I raised more than $6000 dollars each of those years. Everyone who raises at least that much gets a 'Top Fundraiser' shirt." "That’s a considerable amount, congratulations. What's the most you have raised?" "10,000 last summer, I'm almost up to $8000 in for this year's ride." I shared. By this point my buddies and I had finished our beer and burgers. They excused themselves to go to the washroom so it was just me and this curious handsome bear. "Impressive" he said, "Why don't I help you out with a donation? I lost a lot of friends back in the day. Can I donate with my phone on line?" "Sure. " I responded with surprise in my voice. We linked contact information and I sent him my donation link. I cinfirmed my suspicion that he was American and warned him he wouldn't be able to get a 'tax receipt. "I don't care about that. " He said. He spent a moment on his phone and announced, "There, it's done." I figured it would be best to send him my thank you email followup right away before I forgot, and since I still had my participant page open I checked the latest donation amount. I anticipated $50 at the most. My eyes bulged out of my head. I was confused by the number of zeros and had to count 2 or three times to be sure. He had donated $10,000. "Holy fuck man ... I .... awe ...um ... I'm speechless. How can I ever thank you?" Only now did I clue into the fact that he had been cruising me all along. I suddenly realized my friends knew and were probably fucking each other's brains out in the restaurant bathroom, they wouldn't be back soon. Having had a chance to catch my breath and compose my thoughts I repeated; "Fuck man, I’m serious What can I do to thank you? Anything you want ." He grind seductively; "Can I fuck you?" "Holy fuckin shit man, for that amount of money you can fuck my mouth and ass. Seriously! And bring along all your buddies for that matter." I offered. "Condoms?" He asked. "Like I said , anything you want. They hurt more, especially if you and your friends are big, but for your donation, whatever the fuck you want. My mouth, my ass their yours for one night. " "So you are saying my buddies and I can gang bang fuck your slutty ass bareback ?" "Christ, I would be honored to let everyone of you breed me no questions asked. For that donation use me, abuse me... hell, for that much knock me up for all I care." Itwashisturntosoundsurprised: "Sorry, I assumed you were already poz. So are you negative?" I answered" According to my last test results two weeks ago. As long as the dozen guys that bred me since then weren't toxic, I 'm still negative. And toxic guys usually crow as they breed me. Non have recently " "But aren't you on PreP?" He inquired. "Nope, I've just been to fuckin lazy to get around to it to tell you the honest truth. " "Night after next, come to my hotel room for 8 p.m. . " He handed me a note with the details, shock my hand, kissed me on the lips and left the restaurant. My buddies returned then looking quite flushed and putting their riding shirts back on. As we retraced our path up the lake I shared what had occurred while they were fucking. They wouldn't believe me. They also thought I was on PreP so I didn't share that detail. Fuck, I couldn't believe me either. But there was no way I wasn't going to be at that hotel door at 8 p.m. sharp.

I want to tell you all about the past week I have had... Monday: I had the day off from work and woke up with a fucking hard on from hell. I was fucking horny... so horny that I couldn't even think, my animal brain kicked in and I just needed to fuck. I got on the usual sites, looking for any slut who would take my load. I got a message on Grindr from a guy I had chatted with before but had never hooked up with. We were both horny and decided to meet up, good thing was he was only about a mile from my place. Before I went over he told me one thing, his fiancée was home and fast asleep. He was fucking hot. Short, cubbish guy with a blonde beard. He snuck me into their guest bedroom, he told me his fiancée worked the night shift and slept in until 2p, so we had to be quiet and quick. We each got our clothes off and he started sucking on my already hard dick, he had a deep throat and was able to swallow me whole no problem. I put him up on the bed and started to eat his pussy, it was pink and had some light blonde fuzz, his hole tasted sweet. I flipped him over on his back and I slid my cock inside, his eyes widened and he stared at me with this look of surprise, I don't think he was expecting my cock to stretch him out that much. We fucked for about 20 mins, I pounded him deep and he was trying hard to not wake up his fiancée with his moans. I was getting close and whispered to him "I'm gonna make you mine, your pussy belongs to me now" that drove him wild and within a few more strokes I emptied my nuts inside him. I wondered what his partner thought when he woke up and found my load in his fiancée's hole. Tuesday: Tuesday was a busy day at work and I was horny still thinking about Mondays fuck. I decided to hit up one of my regulars. After I clocked out, I headed to his place. Lets call him Ben. Ben is a total daddy type, older, fit, with deep hole and sensitive tits. We smoked some pot, had a couple beers, talked about our jobs, then got to business. Ben loves to suck my dick. He has a very sensitive gag reflex but tries very hard to get down to the base of my cock. He always starts by sniffing my ripe foreskin, he's a nasty fucking pig and loves my stink. He takes his time cleaning my cock and begins to go all the way down on my thick 7 incher. He gags hard but I keep his head down, he's not coming up for air until I let him. He gags again, and again and again. He's trying hard to breathe through his nose and mouth. He gags again and this time I can see snot and saliva coming out of his nose so I give him a break. His eyes are bloodshot and teary. He takes some deep breaths and thanks me. After that hot throat milking, my cock was slick with throat spit and throbbing. He hopped on top of me and slid down on my cock with no lube. He rode me while I chewed on his tits, which made him fucking yell with pleasure. "Yea dude! Fuck that feels good! I fucking love your breeder cock!" He has a filthy fucking mouth that always gets me to nut, and soon enough I was flooding his hole. Wednesday: Decided to spend the night with my boyfriend. Wednesdays are usually the nights we spend together. I cooked him dinner while he finished up some work. After dinner he was hungry for my cock. He is a fit scruffy older dude, nice built chest and boneable butt, with a tight hole. He likes to suck my dick under the covers and lick my taint and balls which always gets me in a breeding mood. Soon as eh got me hard he turned about and presented his hole to me. I lubed him up and began to stick some fingers in his hole, fingering his g spot while he huffed on some poppers. It takes him a minute to open up, he knows I like a hole loose and sloppy. My fingers up his ass always gets him to cum, and I always love to rub and press on his prostate, which drives him wild. After a couple minutes he shot all over the bed, he stayed ass up and was now ready for my cock. I mounted him and started edging my cock in his hole, which keeps him hard. I was going deep and soon picked up the pace, I flipped him over and began nibbling on his ear while I started fucking him missionary, by this point his hole was open and he wrapped his legs around me and locked me in. I started to huff and growl while his hole was making noise and talking back to me, I felt a big fucking load building up in me. It was one of those big ones that you can feel starting from your taint. I felt that fucking seed filling up my balls and then with a big fucking growl, it all came pouring out of me. I felt it shoot two, three, four times and he kissed me on the cheek and said "I love it when you cum in me." Thursday: By Thursday I was feeling very satisfied, but my cock still wanted more. I thought it would be a good idea to head to the other side of town for a drink after work, check out the available sluts in a new area. I hopped on sniffies and posted on the community board, "Looking for some hot pussy to breed" I got a couple of messages, the usual blank profiles and a couple of real hot sluts, but one really stood out to me. He was latino, with a big bubble butt, thick thighs and a smooth pussy. That alone got me hot, but he told me he wanted it completely anon, glory hole style and I of course said "Fuck yes." Lucky for me his place was only a couple blocks from the bar I was at. "Suck first or ass up under GH sheet when you walk in?" I replied with "Ass up so I can eat your pussy" I made it to his building, and when I opened the door to his apartment there was that perfect ass of his fucking ready for my dick. I ate him out and he moaned like a bitch in heat. He had a bit of an accent which just turned me on even more. "Oh yea baby, You like my pussy? Eat it! I want to fill your foreskin inside me." He had gotten me so fucking worked up I just lubed my dick, slid inside and started pounding hard. His cunt was silky smooth, felt almost exactly like a real cunt. I felt him grip my dick, his hole was like a fucking milking machine. "Oh yes baby, I love your cock, oh baby breed me please." I started spanking his ass, he liked that, I couldn't hold it in for very long and I was ready to blow. I let out a fucking roar so loud I wondered if any of his neighbors down the hall heard me. I told him thanks, and got up and walked out, didn't even see his face or got his name, but I'll remember to hit him next time I'm on his side of town. Friday: End of the week. I was beginning to notice that all the daily fucking had just made me hornier and hornier. I got a message on IG from a guy who was visiting LA from out of town. We had been following each other for a while and had exchanged a lot of nudes and vids so we were both horny for one another. We decided to meet at a bar just to get to know each other a bit. We had a couple of brews and soon we were both getting very handsy. We decided to head back to his hotel. I was real fucking horny for him I just started to get him undressed, he took off his clothes one by one, slowly and when he slipped off his jeans, what was underneath was a pair of lacey black crotchless panties. I was definitely surprised but that smirk on his face turned me on. "You wanna be a good girl for me?" He nodded and we started making out. By this point I was totally naked and he just hand on those panties. I stuck his face in my pits, ripe from a full and active day at work. He moaned. "Yea sniff those fucking pits, good girls take deep breaths" He sniffed. "One more" I said. He was high off my scent. I shoved him on my dick he was a good cock sucker. "Atta girl, suck my dick baby." Those panties really turned me on and got me to start talking nasty. He fucking loved it. I got him up on the bed, and put him in prime baby making position, on his back, feet up in the air. I slid inside through the hole in his panties and that lace felt so good rubbing against my balls. "I'm gonna fuckling get you pregnant." "Yes Sir." he said. I started pumping, and grabbing on his perky little tits which he really loved, "Yea Sir, grab my tits, suck on them." Sucking on a nice pair of nips gets me fucking hornier than hell. "You're gonna make me a dad aren't you? I'm gonna put a fucking baby in you." I said in between moans. "Oh baby girl, daddy's gonna cum, daddy's gonna get you pregnant!" With that final stroke, I shot my load deep in his pussy. The next day he flew back home and who knows in nine months, I might be dad. I'm thinking of doing this regularly with my other various sexual adventures. Hope you enjoyed that. If you're in LA and want some of my breeder seed hit me up and you can be a part of the next one.

something resembling Dick Wadd's Pigs at the Hoist. total vers - everyone gets everyone else's cock and hole with fisting, piss, leather, piercings, pool balls! All set in what was a real sex club.

My pig side is definitely returning despite the COVID-19 risk. After my escapades at the beach I’ve definitely been hungry for more. Sunday evening I texted one of my fuck buds to see if he was available. He’s what I call my preloader. He’s always desirous and willing to fuck my ass so I used to take advantage of him to preload my ass before going to communion or other sex parties. It was great to arrive already with a load up my ass. Sunday night I just wanted raw, dirty, anonymous sex. After I got my load from him I headed to cruise the park. With the virus I’ve definitely noticed an uptick in the amount of cruising happening in the parks. They were quite a few guys out but I was drawn to this older black guy with grey dreadlocks. Probably because he had this big floppy dick hanging out of his unzipped pants. I felt it’s substantial girth and weight in my palm before getting down on my knees to open my mouth up as wide as I could. As his dick grew harder, he took control of my head to force it deeper in my mouth. After a while, I shifted to a squatting position pulling down my gym shorts to expose my ass. I was hoping he wasn’t just looking for a blow job. Luckily he wasn’t and after stroking my cheeks and fingering my hole, he bent me over a water fountain and started to shove his way into my post COVID-19 tight ass. He blew while telling me that I had a good pussy for black dick. With two loads in me, I decided to check out the bathrooms. They are filthy and disgusting; mainly used by the homeless but guys do fuck in there. I walked in to find a masked Latino guy with his shirt and pants undone hanging out in one of the stalls. He beckoned me to join him and once I did, he didn’t waste any time. I didn’t even need to suck him! He had one of those uncut solid dicks that’s like a log. No taper to it. While fucking me he kept on asking me “do you like it? “ until he spurted his wad into me. I was hoping for one more before I needed to head home to at least get five hours of sleep before work. I ran into a sweet black guy with glasses that enjoyed my hole for a while but didn’t cum. I swear after this whole thing is over I’m going to be an open hole for an entire year to get all the dick I’ve lost during the pandemic!

last week with a new-ish bottom, I had fucked him after meeting on Grindr. Very cute late 30's total bottom , short ,hot , part time hair dresser , part time podium boi , full time cum dump. When we first met he had hoped to be preloaded , but it didn't work out , however this time he messaged me to say that he had 2 raw fuck lined up. He lives in a near by town , with the added bonus he has a carpark opposite. He messaged to say that he had taken the first load and that the 2nd guy was as cuming at 12.30 - I asked if I could watch but he said that the other guy was shy , but on the plus side a massive cummer. I parked up facing the house so I could gat a look at the previous guy - but I must have missed him. The bottom messaged to say he was ready. I was though the front door and kissing him deeply whist reaching round his to feel his gaped warm sloppy ass slit from the guy just before me. He was wet as fuck from the load a couple of minuets before. I pulled him upstairs and pushed him so he was ass up and got my tongue up him , not some prissy porn ass licking but proper deep ass eating - I wanted to taste the other guys load. As he was so loose and wet i mounted him and went balls deep in the first stroke. His all was warm and sloppy in the way that only comes from fresh spunk. I asked he could get fucked once he had cum , he could so I got him to wank off in my mouth. I spat his cum on to his hole and fucked it in , a bottom being fucked with his own cum , heaven - I carried on fucking him , ge started grinding him self on to me to get my cock as deep as possible - when he was as deep as possible I spat my thick Daddy cum up him , several this ropes of cum. I laid on to of him keeping him pinned to the bed till I softened. He licked me clean enjoying the 4 loads of spunk , including his own.

Was staying in a hotel for work last week on the first day walked past the guy who was cleaning the rooms, defo hot n cute mid 30’s. Said hi and nothing more thought until I went to bed that night. He had left a note under my pillow asking me to go to work later the following morning. Happy to oblige I ensured I was naked on the bed when it was time for him to clean my room. He popped in and no play just walked over getting his cock out shoved it in n fucked me hard. After dumping his ropes deep in me he said “same tomorrow” and walked out. Left to work full of his cum. The same happened for the next 3 mornings, it was only on the last one he showed me a little 🦂 on his arm and he winked as he walked out

I go the my main local sauna on one of their naked days, so what to wear is never an issue. You might want to check if you can be naked anytime you go. If so, that will attract more attention. In terms of sending the right message, being on your knees/bending over in the darkroom will do that. Likewise, getting your arse in the air whenever possible (and/or against a glory hole) will also make it clear your arse is there to be used.

For what to wear it helps to be a bit practical. While the idea of being encased in latex might be hot, you'll probably be a sweaty mess after 30mins. Just stick with a jockstrap and maybe a simple harness if that's your thing. If you're at bathhouse then they'll be showers so cleaning up isn't really going to be a challenge. And in regards to not picking up any other bugs.. well that's just goes with the territory of being a cumdump. You could look into DoxyPEP (see the sexual health forum here) which would reduce the risk of getting some STIs.

That isn’t the way it happened for my husband and me but we do know two long-term couples who met via random hook-ups and decided after they fucked that it was worth pursuing; 25 years for one of them and 32 years for the other (and the latter is fully monogamous!). For my husband and me it was a non-random hook-up. He was a waiter at a restaurant where I went regularly. Over six months we chatted briefly but not more; perhaps on two or three occasions a full but brief conversation. Out of the blue one Friday he told me that he was leaving (leaving being a server as he’d finished his PhD and had a full-time job in his field starting the next Monday. He asked if I wanted to meet after his shift to fuck; he told me he’d kick himself if he didn’t “shoot his shot” before he never saw me again. After (or during) the sex we discovered we didn’t want that to be the last time; or for it to be only sex. I fully believe that for me (straight or gay) the best approach is to fuck first; and then if there’s an interest or reason to start something you know the most important thing (to a man) works.

In the summer, my brother and my cousins and I would go down into the basement and I would suck one of their cocks while another fucked my hole and the others watched and waited for their turn. I always got so fucking hot that I would blow my load all over the bed. My one cousin used to moan and yell when he came deep inside my guts!! I always secretly wished my dad would come down stairs and see me and pound the fuck out of my pussy!!!

Back in the late 80s when I lived in Boston, I knew a couple who met in a cruisy t-room in about 1971. When they were finished fucking they discovered they both loved poetry. They were together until one of them died in about 1990.

100% - even more so if the dealer is the guy who introduces you to meTh so that he can put you in a sling for him and his bf to fuck you.

It should be. Drives me crazy those times when there’s a couple of dozen or more people, but no one seems to be there to play. Like WTF?

For me I love the anal orgasms, but yes agree with @wh0rehole often the top who is fisting you gets off on watching you squirm and ride the orgasms one after another, to the point I need to take a breather. The best is the top who is in real connection and can allow you to ride the rush and orgasms with pleasure, one after another without exhaustion and often get even deeper 🐷

I was home alone this weekend and woke up really horny today. Within minutes, I was checking all apps to see If there’s some hot top around. Soon I had two guys on radar...one around 3km away, the other one much closer. I took a shower and was ready to meet the other guy, with whom we agreed on anon hook-up in nearby park. When I arrived there, I waited for a while and saw nobody. I almost started thinking that he will not come, when suddenly, somebody appeared in a nearby bush and motioned for me to come closer. I did not hesitate. He wore a baseball cap and very big dark glasses, head covered with hoodie. I took his already hard dick from pants and bent down to suck him. He only allowed for couple seconds of it, almost immediately turning me around to get access to my pussy. No spit, no lube, suddenly I had his dick inside me. He was not long, but the girth was good. The cock felt very good in my pussy. Unfortunately, as quick as he was with sticking his dick in me, that quick he was with shooting his load. I guess entire encounter lasted less than three minutes, but why not 🙂 We said goodbye to each other and left. Anyway, this short fuck was not enough for me, so immediately I was checking for quickest way to guy number one. Luckily there was a tram coming in that direction just in three minutes, with journey time around 20 minutes to the stop nearest to his place. I believe that in less than 30 minutes after saying goodbye to the anon one, I already had the first guy’s dick in my mouth. This one had much bigger dick and it was pleasure to deepthroat it, but again, the bj part of our session was quite short. He was as eager to have his dick in me as I was eager to feel his dick in me. I should mention that the place of meeting was some dark warehouse which this guy was using, in the basement of some luxury apartment housing, which made it even more exciting. He just bent me over some stacked boxes and stuck his long dick deep inside me and started pumping fast right from the beginning. As he was 2 meters tall, I had little troubles adjusting my position at the beginning, but I soon found the right position for perfect fuck, although I had to stand on a tiptoes entire time 🙂 In a minute or so, he just says: „Just gave you load number one,“ and switched to a slower pace for a moment. I didn’t feel him shooting the load, but I felt some warmth. Also, his dick only felt slightly softer for maybe half a minute, but then he was back to full-hard mode and started fucking me like a beast again. I wanted to taste his dick again, so I slid off it, turned around and deepthroated that nice long dong again. Sure there was cum all over it, and it tasted great. We went on switching between me being fucked and me sucking for some time after that, but then he got back to rough fucking me again. I almost felt like in a Machofucker clip. He took no mercy, allowing me no rest. I was enjoying this fuck so much, but all good things must come to an end, so after maybe 15 more minutes of this wild fuck, he just took his cock out, got me on my knees and sticked his cock deep in my mouth again. In that very moment, he gave me such a load that I could not believe that it was the second one already. I was so happy to swallow all of it, but sad that our meeting is over. I was thinking of going on crusing for dicks all day, but unfortunately my bf came back earlier from his trip. I managed to sneak out to give one guy a blowjob later in the day, but my pussy feels so lonely!

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Hopefully you have a dr you trust that you can talk to about this and for you- there is no wrong answer… what feels right for you As @BootmanLA said the side effects for PrEP are real …. As they are for any medication… but not everyone gets all of them. Most people don’t have any … or if they do just minor ones… and if you have a good dr … part of taking PrEP is follow up visits to monitor for possible side effects I have been on numerous cocktails since I converted in 1998 … and while I have changed meds over the years due to some side effects… my liver and kidneys are still fine there is also now a “morning after pill” that is supposed to be good for other STDs … So if you think you might give in at some point…. Go on PrEP and see how you deal with it … and you can still play “safe” with condoms if you want…. But if you slip and go bare one time …. You won’t have to beat yourself up remember - sex is supposed to be fun!!! go - play —-explore- enjoy

Jungle Fever Take two black dicks on an empty stomach and call me in the morning.

I've probably mentioned this in some thread a year or 3 ago, but I'm sure I've fucked poz guys in the fuckjoints I go to. It would be absurd of me to think that I haven't. I'm sure I've felched poz loads out of guy's Holes/mouths too, for that matter. What's important to me is the fact that I've taken all the precautions to prevent hiv, and there are no precautions to prevent the lesser bugs (other than barriers, which obviate the whole point of fucking in the first place), and prevents the whole reason to fuck in the first place. I get tested more regularly than the medical people suggest, so in my mind, I've taken all the steps I can to prevent serious illness, and still maintain the kind of life I need. It's a matter of making informed, thoughtful, well-reasoned choices, as I see it. Some behaviors are too important to me to discard. Every person needs to figure out for themselves how to keep balance in their lives.

Why is sex with a leather man hot? Or cowboys? Or UPS delivery guys? I guess it depends on our fantasies and the individual filling the role of leather man, cowboy, UPS delivery guy - or dealer. my dealer is incredibly hot. He and I connected sexually and emotionally within five minutes of meeting, and I didn’t realise until the following day that he was a dealer. Looking back over my entire life, definitely one of my top five long-term fuck buddies. I’ve known about 10 years. And every time he contacts me for a A Play session or I contact him for Product, my dick starts getting hard because I know what it’s going to lead to.

#6 was wired like the energizer bunny on steroids. Tall, slim, wiry, moderately hairy, red hair and the redheads pale complexion. Not only did he fuck frantically like a jack rabbit in heat, but he talked fast and non-stop! "I was the first to pull a number and I was so fuckin jealous that I didn't get to be the first to breed your negative ass and knock you up. " By this point his raw pencil dick was already balls deep. "I know if you're not already that I will fuckin knock you up 'cause my viral load is through the roof. I just converted three weeks ago and no meds for this prime poz body." "I'm probably carrying half these guys strain anyway, 'cause most of them were part of the 10 guy gang bang that seeded me poz." "Do you believe that. Before that night I hadn't even been fucked raw before. I don't know what got into me, but when my buddy invited me to be the special guest at their pozing party I just said, 'fuck man, yeah, sign me up.' "The very next night there I was in this warehouse, tied into a sling. Naked as a jay bird. When that first big raw cock tore into me I thought; 'fuck yeah, this is so fuckin cool.' " "Really didn't dawn on me, until that first big pig of a guy was blasting his poison cum in me shouting 'take my dirty load bitch ' , that I was likely gonna get knocked up that night. " "I just thought there's no turnin back now. I may as well just accept all 10 radioactive loads and get comfortable with the idea my life has changed from this moment forward. " "You must be thinkin the same thing with all those toxic loads already in ya, and mine soon to join the soup. Plus, what is it, a couple more. You are so fucked man." "Is it true you really came here not chasing. Negative, not on PreP, taking all loads, no questions asked. If you really aren't chasing the bug then you better have some fuckin good luck man. 'Cause this is fine toxic shit we're pumping into you. And I gotta tell ya buddy, that fine negative ass of yours looks pretty torn up. Lots of tears for the toxic cum to get right into your blood stream. " "They took no chances with me. The first guy was a huge cock and brutal. The second guy used a cruel condom. Holy fuck, did that thing hurt, and it had me bleedin like a stuck pig." "No wonder one week later I was sick as a dog. Three of the guys came by to take care of me. I thought they'd bring chicken noodle soup, but no, they each fucked two more loads each into me. " "I was so fuckin sick and weak I couldn't even participate. They just used my limp body and vulnerable hole " "I'm not even sure if it was those guys that pozzed me in the first place. I loved raw cock in my ass so much I played bareback with strangers every night until I took sick. " "I can't believe I used to let guys use condoms before. Raw is law for me now. Wait 'til you're poz man . You'll love the freedom " "Or do you already only take raw cocks up there. You fuckin look like the slutty type that never refuses a breeding. " I just nodded, I couldn't get a word in edgewise. "Fuckin A man Tell me I know a fuckin cum dump when I see one!" "So why the hell you're not on PreP? You must be lazy, or fuckin dum, or both . No judgement here though ... in fact I'm glad of the chance to knock your negative ass up." "Fuck man, I’m really close. You better be ready. My toxic stingers are shooting into you right now. Joining and mixing with their cousins. Finding each and every tear and rippin into your blood stream as we fucj " "Yeah that's it slut, mik every last drop of nasty filthy cum out of my balls. " And to my surprise, that's exactly what I was doing.

Scene 4 of Sperm Bank. [think before following links] https://classics.treasureislandmedia.com/scenes/scene-04-sling

I arrived at the generous handsome bear's hotel room door at 8 p.m. sharp. Part of me was scared as hell; what the fuck was I thinking? How many guys was I offering my ass to? Would any of them be toxic? Holy fuckin shit, why hadn't I gotten on PreP? I'd had so many opportunities. How Could I have been so fuckin lazy? But the bigger part of me had little room for these worries. It was consumed with anticipatory questions. How big is the bear's cock? How many different raw cocks would get into me? How many delicious loads would paint my gut walls? How many would be dangerously toxic? Would they tell me before knocking me up? Would I go ahead and take their poison anyway? Fuck, how I love the danger! The bear answered the door in a plush white bath robe that showed off the thick grey hair matting his chest and the beautiful tan of his skin. Another question rushed in ... does he have a tan line, or like me take the sun naked. I was willing to wager ... no tan line. He didn't only have a room but a luxurious suite. He pulled me in for a hug and passionate kiss and soon maneuvered me towards the couch. His bathrobe was dropped and most of my questions were answered. Especially the size of his member. Only semi erect and it was already thick and eight inches long. Maybe he is a shower not a grower I thought. Not so, when I got it in my mouth it became beer can thick and eventually 12 inches in length. Holy shit, I thought, what have I got myself into . Despite my reservations I performed oral for the next 5 minutes. Then he reminded me my offer included fucking my face. I grabbed his hips and impaled him balls deep down my throat. It was only a couple minutes but he pounded my face. I was coughing and spitting up a storm. "Get out of your clothes slut, time for me to get acquainted with your ass." He ordered. I quickly stripped and bent over the arm of the couch. Soon he was rimming my hole like an expert, always focused on getting me wetter and wetter. When his tounge started to fuck me I was in heaven, completely forgetting what was about to come. Then his mouth left my hole and I could feel his raw mushroom head teasing my rear entry. Refusing to give into my fears I pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed back to impale myself on the head of his monster. I was in utterly unbearable pain, but there was no way I was going to pull away, or ask him to stop. I owed him a great thank you fuck and come hell or high water he was going to have free access to my tight hole. I just kept breathing deeply and pushing back until he was balls deep. He didn't wait for permission, he just took that as permission to power fuck my ass. For the next half hour it only got more and more intense. And then he went into overdrive and I knew his load was close. Inside my ass started to feel like a cum tsunami. Blast after Blast of his hot cum painted my gut walls. Then he collapsed on my back and lay there regaining his breath. It was only after a moment that I began to think and fear this might be it. Just him, no buddies. I decided to take the high road and not complain. He finally climbed off me and pointed me towards the bathroom door. He encouraged me to make myself comfortable and take the second door that led into the bedroom when I was ready. Damn I thought. Only him and no toxic excitement. But if that's what he wanted for his money, who was I to complain.

Part Two “I don’t feel like doing all the work so I’m gonna let you beg for the mere opportunity to serve me.” I gaped at him briefly, then sheepishly, almost embarrassed, I slid off the couch and crawled across the filthy floor to his feet. I bowed my head low between his spread legs, eyes cast down but spine straight with core engaged, hoping he would interpret this body language as submissive yet proud. “Please sir. Please allow me to worship you however it pleases you. Please. I beg you for the opportunity to be used as your personal slave, servant, holes, whatever, however…just please allow me to…please, sir, please use this pathetic faggot in any way you like, you are the reason I exist, sir.” He sat there for a moment, absorbing my desperate declaration of servitude. I couldn’t see his face but out of my peripheral I could tell his cock definitely twitched a few times. He laughs, a deep belly laugh that slowly makes its way up to a smug chuckle. “Well fuck me running. I just got myself my very own faggot. Kinda feels like winning the lottery except .... He chuckles again to himself as he leans forward so his mass is towering over me, my head still bowed low between his legs at his feet, marveling at the amount of shards in his carpet...because...meth. He sparks his torch and takes a long luxurious rip off his bong, my kunt twitches. He exhales a massive cloud that seems to envelop me completely. I close my eyes. SMACK “Pay attention faggot, always. You live to serve men right? Well you live to serve me now and my servants are always on point, if you’re good enough I may even really get you on point. But first things first. Let’s see how well you do with this.” He leans back in his massive club chair, more masculine than ever before, slouches and spreads his legs so his fucking gym shorts ride up freeing a beautiful 6” half-mast cut cock and two huge, shaved, low hanging balls from the leg of the shorts. The world around me, and my place in it cease to exist; only this man and his manhood remain. I rapidly experience the perfect Pavlovian response: eyes dilate, mouth salivates, adrenaline pumps, attention focuses laser-like on his crotch and before I can even realize it’s going to happen, I whimper.... A pathetic, hungry little bitch kind of whimper that I’m betting he’s never heard any woman make when he whips it out. Quietly, almost under his breath, “Fuck. Yes. Faggot...this is,” he says, pulling the crotch of his shorts more to the side, showcasing his swelling cock and balls with his big knuckled hands, “your destiny. I need you to...no, you WILL worship me because that’s what you do. Prove yourself, cock sucker and take both my cock and balls down your throat without crushing my balls or cheese grating my cock. I don’t care if you can breath or not, prove your skill and worthiness.” I whimper again and move up towards his cock, opening my mouth almost drooling on his chair. “Hold up,” his massive palm squarely grips my entire face, “smoke this first.” He hands the freshly packed bong down me and I sit up on my haunches. Surprisingly, he puts the bong to my mouth and lights it for me. “Suck this bong like your gonna suck the last dick of your life.” I inhale slowly and deeply. He keeps the heat on the bowl and I don’t want to be rude and let his shit burn so I keep sucking, faster now until my lungs are maxed and burning….my head spins, heart pounds, my cock strains out copious precum. He hands me the bong as I finish my rip and as I start to exhale, before I can even flinch, he jams four of his fingers into my mouth, two from the left on bottom and two from the right on top. I look up at him confused until I feel him applying pressure. “I bet I won’t have to stretch your face as much I do with my other bitches but I always warm up the kunt I’m about to fuck, get it nice and wide and wet so it can take all of me without trouble.” Then, not gently, he pulls my jaws in opposite directions, stretching my mouth open past its natural limit. He uses his remaining fingers to massage my tongue and tease my throat making me salivate even more. He spits directly down my throat. My eyes water. After a few delicious minutes of this, he pulls his fingers out of my panting gape, wipes them in my hair, takes the bong back and growls one simple command, “Worship.” #wip I’m as crazed, pathetic, high, lost, found, and dickmatized as I’ve ever been (and I know it) so I relish the moment as long as I am able. Leaning down, putting my face into his beautiful cock and massive balls, I inhale deeply. It’s better than poppers. Another whimper. Then I lick the underside of his balls, first one, than the other, teasing his flesh as I work around to the front. He moans out a guttural “fuuuuck.” Encouraged, I greedily suck his entire sack into my mouth trying to swallow them whole. My tongue works the base of his cock and his taint while I suck all the sweat/man smell I can get, lewdly slobbering everywhere, being who and what I am. In a natural pause, “take another rip faggot,” putting the freshly loaded bong to my mouth. Another brutally long and deep inhale. Finally he pulls the bong away and puts his massive hand over my mouth and nose, sets the bong down with his other hand and then grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to his cock, now fully 8.5” hard. “I don’t want to see any smoke until my pubes are up your nose.” Again, I involuntarily whimper. The huge rush has my esophagus opened wide ready to gulp oxygen and feed my amped up system. He has other plans. Hands on the back of my head he guides my mouth on to his cock. In one fail swoop I slurp his delicious veiny-smooth dick of death right down my throat, blasting what smoke was left in my lungs out of my nose into his pubes as ordered. My reward was him groaning and grabbing the back of my head with both hands, I inhale as much as I can preparing for whats coming. Throat relaxed, his hands grip tighter as he starts to fuck my face kunt like a teenager in heat. “Ho. Ly. Fuck” he said between thrusts. “I guess I’ve never had the pleasure of a real cock sucker before. And you’re not even fighting back! Fuck!” I seize the moment to maneuver one, then both balls into my mouth with my tongue. I was in heaven, face kunt completely full, owned by a fat cock and balls, molding my mouth kunt to his liking. “Fuck you faggot!” He groans and just looses his shit pounding his new kunt. Knowing one wrong move could cause either of us unpleasant injury, I do my best to relax and breath when I can. The pounding continues and I lose track of time, sort of how one does on a long train ride, hypnotized by the rhythm of the tracks. Except this was an extremely cloudy and aggressive ride, precisely the kind of ride I was born for. My neck is aching, I am sweating, and my jaw is getting sore. But these are all normal for a passionate cock sucker and trivial compared to the multiple “fag-gasms” my face kunt experiences thanks to his glorious cock. I can feel him getting harder, straining against the curve of my throat. Still in his two handed strong hold, he yanks my head backwards, mid fuck. I am immediately crestfallen and fearful I’ve hurt him some how. He laughs when he sees this written all over my slimy red face. “Don’t worry faggot, you’ll get a whole lot more of this cock, you didn’t have anywhere to be right?” Not that he was really asking me but I reaffirm my submission by panting a response. “Faggot is exactly where it needs to be, sir.” ## Part 2 He hands me his bong and a sack of rocks, “Pack that bowl and don’t stop sucking clouds till I say so.” As I numbly fumble with the obscenely full baggie, he gets up and dead bolts the front door. He turns around as I spark the bowl and his shorts fall to the ground. My eyes inhale his full glory as my lungs fill with smoke. He‘s one of those who look better naked: bigger, proportionate, powerful, manly. Somewhere in my brain I know this perception is altered because I’m on my knees and high as fuck, the faggot vying for full control, pathetically shivering with a need to serve, to be used unyieldingly. I’ve consciously surrendered my will and body to him, I'm hoping the drugs will hasten my subconscious in the same direction. The faggot cuts off my analytical thinking and I'm praying like a whore in church that he extracts every twisted ounce of pleasure his superior man psyche desires. My cock is twitching with the pangs of my faggoty needs... and I crack. Though I know I shouldn't speak the words come tumbling out. "Please sir, please.... fffucking faggot...chemed up whore kunt....begs you, begging-need to be used-to serve-just please, fuck, fucking, fuck use your faggots holes...anything I’ll do anything-for you-hard....without restraint...(I’m now in a full grovel at his feet, arms stretching forward toward him, knees spread wide with my back arching my kunt up, jerking with hunger).., I'll take-eat-suck anything you allow me to have, please, fuck, fucking break your filthy faggot....*whimper* make me yours I beg..." SMACK "SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DONT NEED TO HEAR YOUR VOICE EVER AGAIN UNLESS I ASK FOR IT! You got that, faggot?" I shoot precum when he says this. I look up into his eyes with a mixture of premature devotion, submission, and pleading then bend all the way down and kiss his feet. "Damn fucking straight. You really are a pathetic excuse for a man, fuck you AREN'T a man. You're just a tool in a man's body for Men to use....oh shit. Now I see...understand what you are and where you fit...” he laughs to himself, shrugs and with a sadistic smile continues, “...and I give zero fucks about you, what you want, or that you're even a human. Fuck, you're less than human. You're just faggot. Holes." A thought flashes across his face and I swear his cock jumps. "Fuck, why not, might as well make it real clear." He gets up and disappears into the kitchen for a minute. I dare not move, still face down ass up on the floor, whimpering. Then his feet suddenly in front of me, "Look at me, faggot." As ordered I look up and he grabs my face with his massive fucking hands pulling it just so. "I always like to label what's mine,” he says, leaning in gesturing with the fat marker he grabbed from the kitchen around my face. I respond by involuntarily oozing more precum onto his carpet. He flips the cap off with his thumb and makes the first strokes. “Especially around tweakers, that way if they fuck with my shit there’s no excuses.” With that he uses the industrial strength marker and writes across my face, from ear to ear, in big, thick, heavy letters, F A G. Smirking, he spits in my faces back hands me, yells for me to turn around and present him my checks which I enthusiastically do and he writes some more across my two cheeks. Whatever marker he is using is serious shit because the smell is worse than any popper I've had and my skin is burning. It hurts so good. He finishes marking his property and then two commands, "Bong. Cock." My eyes snap to his massive glass dick, and then his massive cock as I hand the bong up to him and gulp all of my reason for living down my throat in one go. He moans in to the bong as he melts the freshly added crystals and sucks a long and slow milky rip, expertly nursing the bong. "Look at me fag, suck in through you nose." Even with his cock buried 8" down my throat I can still breath around it when I relax. He exhales a mesmerizing, undulating cloud down his fuzzy chest, ripped abs, treasure trail, right into my face. I see my future in that cloud. As it slowly oozes towards me I feel the last vestiges of resistance start to fade. I no longer see myself as a semi-professional man functioning in society….I see a faggot, born to worship and be of service to men, at the mercy of their whims, only fulfilled when owned and being used for their pleasure. I deeply breath in his cloud, it gives me life and renewed purpose. Submitting, surrendering, relaxing, the remaining inch of so of his cock slides in my throat and I bury my nose in his fragrant pubes. I have one loud resonating thought….”home.” His cock pulses to a new level of hardness, my relaxed face kunt gladly bending to its will. He must see or sense my surrender. He leans down, blowing another massive fucking cloud into my face. “Are you my faggot, faggot?” he asks genuinely. I look up, sheer pathetic pleading and gratitude smeared all over my face and nod and whimper. He sneers, flexes his cock, and sparks the torch for another rip. “That was whole lot easier than I thought it was going to be.” This comment barely registers in my brain as his freshcloud, his will envelopes me more thoroughly than before. Then, surprisingly, he grabs my head pulling his cock a few inches out and pushes a bottle of poppers hard against my nostril while expertly closing the other. The thought registers for a micro second that this is not the first time he’s done this...and the next millisecond I’m instinctively, purposefully huffing the bottle numerous times. “Damn! I guess you like these then, huh faggot? They’re like a faggot superfood....now show me how just how desperate you are to be my property and suck that cock like it owns you...” The poppers are good. “Oh shit, really good!” I think. My world is buzzing and spinning almost too intensely for a moment and I sit back on my haunches and take a few, crazy eyed lungfuls of air. He must understand what is going on because he doesn’t reprimand me for taking his cock out of my mouth. Rolling his eyes, he hands me the bong already filled with smoke. I hungrily suck it down while melting another fat rip, filling my lungs to their max and holding it. I hand him back the bong, grab the poppers and take two quick whiffs, my eyes focused intensely on his fat, veined up, swollen headed, dripping 8.5”. In one fluid motion as the popper rush comes on, I lean in and lewdly slurp his cock down my open and eager throat, briefly glancing up at him for his approval. He flashes that sneer I’ve already started to crave. Dismissively, his eyes close and head falls back, his hands firmly grip his new face kunt as I suck his balls into my mouth, my nose bottoming out in his pubes. He starts to fuck. I cease to exist as I know myself. My awareness of the world around me fades and I am no longer an autonomous individual...the cock filling my throat, stretching, digging out it’s new property is my everything. A deep visceral sigh/moan washes over me as I completely surrender to the drugs, the faggot, his cock, him...him and his needs are my entire universe...his penultimate hole for use, unyielding.

I had a great time at the part just recently.. Look in "your last load" thread..

Oh, there will be more. Lots more. And more twisted than ever! I'm just having a hard time tying together all the parts I've written, I'm up to 17 unpublished pages now. 😂 Also, to everyone; please feel free to inspire me by stopping by and dumping a load in my neg ass! 😘 (Or a message in my inbox, I love the feedback I'm getting from y'all!)

I lke very much your quote and have the same feeling/idea on it: "It was just so erotic to me that all of these strange men over time have not only left there DNA inside me but also physically reshaped my body permanently into a breeding cumslut. I absolutely love that I have been altered by men..." . In the beginning of having gay sex as a bottom now and then I did not was aware of this. I was then theorethically "BI" but not havig sex with woman for some time. So in the period only having sex with men only as a bottom my body, mind and sexuality got reprogrammed... The revalation came after two weeks of daily sex with a gay cpouple on a vacation in Greece. That was the first period I developed a loose ass and liked it very much, being available and having been body-modified by these guys... Also receiving their DNA must have done something... Since then I only got aroused by men and never touched a woman again!

HoT story, @apollobch. VERY HOTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

Absolutely. On the main site in about 2.5 weeks. On the reprint here...more like 6 months from now.

Lucky bottom [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/cumdump-party-13-breeders-1-cumdump-gangbang-interracial-cumshots-blowjob-deepthroat-big-cocks-xheU2UP

Here’s a little story of how I found myself spun and took 7 loads from 6 different guys in the span of 4 hours! It started off with me caving to temptation and downloading Grindr while I had the place to myself. I wasn’t having any luck on A4A or BBRT so I figured fuck it, let’s give it a shot! First guy (not included in the 6 guys) that came over turned out to be not something I was into at all! He was one of those weird awkward guys and he smelled, not in a good way. I pretty much cut him off immediately and asked him to leave. I did say that if he plans to hook up again he should probably shower and wear clean clothes. 🤮 just the thought makes me sick still! Anyways I was about to give up on Grindr when I get a message asking if I’m still free? He says he’s on for and can be to my place in 30 minutes and he’d fuck me raw😈 That peaked by interest but didn’t want to wait up that long and have him flake. I told him that if he’s serious to keep messaging me and if he suddenly ghosts me that It wouldn’t happen. As we’re chatting I’m making sure everything is ready to go when he mentions parTying. While that sounded fun I told him I wouldn’t be able to do that tonight but he could. He was at my place in 20 minutes so I had to rush and meet him at the food gate because I didn’t give out my apartment #. I see this white guy about 5’9” and weighing about 145, not my ideal type but he had a nice dick. Bring him into my place, I’m getting nervous and awkward because I’m already in just a jock and he’s fully clothed. I start to undress him down to his boxer briefs when he pulls out his kit. He pulls out this pill bottle with a baggie inside and his pipe. The shards in that baggie were some of the best I’d ever seen, must have had an 8balls worth of premium T. His pipe was a little less impressive, covered in soot (which for some reason drives me fucking crazy when I’m spun) but the glass was of pretty good quality. He opens the baggie and puts two nice shards in to heat up for himself. Oh the sight of that brought back many fond memories, the sound of the shards in his baggie and the sound of them in the glass drove me wild! Still though, I wasn’t going to partake just watch. We go into the laundry area because I don’t want my whole place smelling like dope when he lights up and starts heating the pipe. Even the sound of the lighter drove me wild with lust for the old days! As the T starts to crackle and melt, he’s rolling it side to side and stops to let it cool down. The soot was covering most of the bowl and irritating me because how could he tell it melted properly if he couldn’t even see it, so I get a kitchen towel, wet it a little and let him use to wipe that nasty soot away and for something to cool the pipe down after he hits it. Once he wiped the soot away a saw this heavenly bowl coated with some premium crystals! He lights up again, my mind is going a million miles a minute with having heard the lighter, the crackaling of the ice, the sound of him hitting the pipe, the sight of it melting, the smoke in the bowl, and the smell of it. After he takes a fat hit and is about to blow the smoke out, I found my lips pressed against his shotgunning that fat hit into my lungs! As I’m taking the smoke in I feel my lungs spasm with excitement, my heart starts pounding, my anxious shaking stops, my dick gets hard as fuck, and I feel my ass looses up! As I exhale what was left of the smoke 💨 I’m suddenly feeling ALIVE and wondering why the fuck I waited this long to parTy (it had been about 3 years)?!?! He took another two hits, shotgunned them to me both, and handed me the the pipe! By this time I’m beginning to fly and wonder how soon his dick could be in my ass which now felt like it was on fire with lust! I cleaned all the soot off the pipe and began my meticulous process of smoking.... To be continued, let me know what you think.

Well said, tallslenderguy. I'm no arbiter of how other guys order their lives, but to me, ^ obviates any real "connection". I don't see how the kind of connection we're discussing can exist, when lies, untruths, deceptions are part of the mix. To me, it's like trying to mix oil & water. Never the less, I wish both guys the best .

I tend to keep things compartmentalize in my life and the baths is where I go for fun and release from the everyday. For the most part, I don’t want to know nor care about your life outside the club. Sure, I’ve exchanged numbers a handful of times, but never got too serious with anyone I met at there. A couple of text flirts that never went anywhere. About the only exception was a brief Dom-Sub fling with someone I still play with often at the baths. But that was just kinky fun since he already had a partner.

The straights fuck bare without much of a care. I'll be damned if they get all the fun. Raw is law. I'm not a gold star gay. STI's happen about as frequently as they did when I fucked women versus men. Free yourself from stigma and judgement. You'll love breeding.

Some bottoms don't appreciate the horniness of two holes being side by side and allowing tops go from one to another and back again. One of my best nights at the Vault in London was being face down, arse up with 2 other bottoms and having a top friend of mine go up and down the line fucking each of us and moving on. He did that about 6 or 7 times. We wore him out!

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.

Filling him with the sperm that made him

When I am restrained spread eagle for the first time , with a Sadistic Top I have met On Line , I like to play Guess The Safe Word.

I'm in my mid-30s and in great shape. My hole can be very loose. I just recently hooked up with a guy whose tagline was XXL on grindr, but his first comment was "ça rentre tout seul" - it goes in easy, as he slid inside me. I think he was excited. I have recently started to take fists and giant dildos though too. I will wear pads some days just in case, or to save my underwear from getting stained. I actually find it satisfying now on the days I need to put a pad, because I know my hole has been well used. (Sideline - I do wonder about a day I'm not feeling well and have the runs, how it will go... I haven't had this problem but I noticed after one play session alone the next day I allowed myself to pass wind and it turned out to not be wind - I was out cycling at the time.) Sometimes I am aware that I must feel loose, especially when very hung men are able to just glide in right away, but only a few guys have commented. Perhaps they are worried about offending me. Usually they can get verbal and excited during the fuck when I'm really loose and my hole gets really noisy. Another guy recently commented that I open up really quickly. The super sloppy sounds of wind passing out with lube with a loud fart during sex was another thing that used to embarrass me, particularly because I couldn't control it or even clench to hold it in. Now it turns me on though, especially if it's a very large cock that is ploughing me and the top is into it - it makes me really want to be as loose and sloppy as possible.

This is a follow-up. I invited him to my house. My mom wasn’t home. She was at the gym. My brother went to school for nursing. My dad left to Minnesota for family gathering trip. So I had the house to myself. I gave the man a head up he can come to my place for the morning. He was down to come. He came to my place. I texted him earlier the front door was unlocked and just come in to find me. I was all prep up and ready. I was on all fours with my lingerie. Like he requested. I heard the front door open. I heard him walking. He saw me in my parent room. He stripped naked. He just watch me from afar. He then proceeded to touch my body. Especially my ass. He loved my ass. I felt a hard spank. I moaned in response. I begged for me. That when he gotten more aggressive. He continued to slap my ass cheeks till they are red. I begged him to bite my ass. He did. He bite my ass all over. I felt his hard cock lining against my ass cheeks. He began to dry hump me. He brung poppers and let me sniff. With just spit he then penetrated me. With just one hard thrust. He was in. Balls deep. I felt him fucking me hard. He placed his hand on my neck and fucked me mercilessly. I moan so much. I didn’t care if my neighbor can hear me. The bed was shaking hard. I begged for more. he put his arm around my neck and flex hard. He showed me I was his side bitch. He called me I was his puta. I felt him shove my face down and he used his feet to keep my head firmly on the bed. He continued to fuck me hard. He ordered me to turn me around facing up. I laid on my back instead of my stomach. He slapped my dick and spit on my face. He ordered me to open my mouth and I did. He spit in my mouth while fucking me. I swelled his spit. I begged more. But I was slapped in the face. He called me again I was his puta. he let me wrapped my legs around him. That when he stared to choke me hard and fucked me harder. I felt his cock expand inside and then he roared loud. He was cumming. He collapsed on me and fucked me until every last drop of his cum was ejaculated. He kissed my neck hard while his cock was still inside. He left a big mark on my neck. Both sides. I felt his cock slipped out of my hole. He got up and got dressed. He said I was a good slut. He wants more next time. 😋

My first was my actual uncle a very long time ago.

Fetishes? WS, FF, cum swapping, felching , selfsucking, selffucking, and others I don't label as fetishes. More lie into.

Part 4 Sitting there with cum from two different men leaking out of my spun cumhole has me feeling awesome! Next guy I find is looking for a quick pump n dump before work. He’s in his late 20s, white/islander mix, nice body, about 7in cut. Pretty much the same scinario as the last guy. I let him in, he’s happy to see me only in a jockstrap, I quickly drop to my knees and undress him while sucking his cock to get it hard. He has me face down in the couch ass up and starts rimming me, tasting the different loads and wastes no time fucking me. He starts pounding away and after only a couple minutes shoots his load and keeps going. He gets his load mixed in with the rest, pulls out and puts his cum covered cock in my mouth to clean. Once I’m done he’s dressed and out the door. Once again back to Grindr/A4A/BBRT in rapid succession looking for the next load. This time A4A works out for me. The guy can’t come to my apartment because he’s in a camper and doesn’t have anywhere to park. He wants me to meet him in the parking lot of the mall but with all the cum leaking from my ass I don’t want to get it all over the seat of my car, and I’m WAY TO FUCKED UP to even think about driving. He agrees to meet me in the parking lot of a park that I can walk to. Problem is he wants to wear a condom, I reluctantly agree because all I want is to feel cock in my ass and get fucked by as many men as possible. I put on a T-shirt and some shorts and head out to meet him. Takes me only 5 minutes to get to the park this camper with all the curtains closed. It was kind of creepy looking and for a second had a thought that I should pass on this one, especially since he wasn’t into BB, but my spun hole overrode that thought and I went right in to meet him. He was about 45, white guy, hairy dad bod type, and had a nice 7.5 cut cock. He’s already naked which saves time. I quickly remove my shirt and shorts wearing only my jockstrap. He takes me back to the bed and lays on his back while I start sucking his cock. He starts playing with my hole and gets excited when he realizes it’s already pre loaded. I tell him there are three load in there from this morning. Now that he’s hard I climb on top of him and without even lubing up, his cock slides into my hole. I start riding him and he grabs me by the waste and starts pumping hard! As he’s thrusting his cock in and out I feel the camper start shaking and wonder if anyone passing by knows that’s going on😈 Suddently I feel his body start to twitch and BOOM, he shoots what felt like a gallon of hot cum in my ass! I collaps onto his chest as he is still thrusting his cock balls deep, and after laying on top of him for a couple minutes his softend cock finally slips out of my still tight yet hungry cumhole. I can feel some cum leaking out running down my leg and he fingers me for a few minutes while I clean the rest of the cum off his cock. As I’m putting my T-shirt and shorts back on I say “so much for the condom” and he gives me this wicked evil smile and says he couldn’t resist. Thank god for that, it would have been a total waste had he worn a condom. I wash my hand and head back up the hill home, still having cum leaking from my ass and running down my leg. Part of me wished that one of the cars driving past had seen that, known what I was up to, and offered to add another load. Someday though that may happen. As I’m walking home, I’m back to my rapid succession of Grindr/A4A/BBRT looking for the next load! It’s now 8:30am! To be continued...

Dad’s Basement - Part Six I watched Dad leave the glory hole area and head out, so I followed. Glancing behind me I saw two other men take our places at the holes, one was already sucking on a cock and the other was pushing his ass on the cock sticking through the second vacant hole. I followed Dad into the next room, his hairy ass looked so good. The fur was matted down sticking to his bouncing cheeks. I lowered my gaze to see the fur on his inner thighs were also matted. It was so fucking hot. “Hungry, Son?” he asked. “Yes. Daddy!” “Good, get on you back and open wide.” Immediately obeying, I dropped to the floor, my back on the cold basement tile. Dad stepped up, positioning his feet on each side of me. I watched as his hairy ass slowly lowered getting closer and closer to my face. As it lowered, his crack opened, exposing the cum covered fur and his hole. My hand instantly went for my cock. “Leave it,” he ordered. I dropped my hard cock, allowing it to rest on my stomach. I reached up and braced my hands, one on each ass cheek, spreading them wider. I stuck my tongue out and made contact with his hole. I could taste the cum on it. I swirled my tongue around the hole, then pushed it inside. As I entered a small amount of cum dropped out, landing on my tongue. I swallowed it instantly and went back for more. I licked up and down his cum filled crack and around his hole. Savoring the poz cum from the men in the basement. “Suck it out, Son!” I didn't hesitate. I placed my lips against his ass and started sucking. He was pushing his hole open, helping me get to the cum easier. I sucked harder and harder, each time being rewarded with cum as my cock leaked cum onto my stomach. I felt a hand pull it up, pointing straight up. I didn’t even look to see who it was. All I knew was someone was sitting on my hard cock. I could feel him riding my dick, working his ass up and down my cock. I squeezed my ass, but still let the bottom control the ride, especially as I was pre-occupied with my Dad's ass. An amazing amount of cum was lodged in Dad's hole - as I sucked and tongued his ass lips, more and more cum flowed out. I eagerly swallowed it down, always going back for more. “Does Daddy’s ass taste good boy?” I could only muffle a response. The man riding my cock was increasing speed. I could feel his cock and balls bouncing off my body each time he hit bottom. My balls were drawing up more and more, I knew that I would not be able to hold out much longer. I was going to shoot a load deep in his ass, whether it was poz or neg was still in question, but I was definitely going to give him a load. I still had my tongue in Dad’s ass as my balls pulled up completely, and began shooting my boy cum deep into the man’s hole. I moaned loudly into my Dad’s ass. The man still was riding my cock as it shot inside him. As my shooting subsided, I reached out and put my hands on his thighs, signaling him to stop. I was getting sensitive. He dropped down on my now softening cock, trying to keep it inside him, as Dad stood up allowing me to see who was riding me. It was the tattooed, uncut cock man. He just smiled at me when I saw him. "Son, this is Garrett. He has taken a liking to your cock!” “Fuck yeah, nothing like boy cock,” Garrett added. He bent down coming face to face with me. I could smell dick and piss on his breath. Grabbing my head with both of his hands, he locked lips with me, then stuck his tongue in me, kissing me as Dad watched from above. “Don’t worry, skin here likes your holes too.” Garrett said pointing to his uncut cock. After a moment of kissing he stood up, my soft cock dropped out of his hole, dripping cum on me from his hole. Garrett moved on to another area of the basement. Having shot my load, I needed to piss, so I asked Dad where to piss, as there didn't seem to be a toilet in the basement. His eyes got wide as an evil grin grew on his face. Grabbing my arm he led me to the shower area tucked under the stairs. We passed Garrett, who was now fucking a hole while another man was eating his ass. We exchanged smiles as I walked by. Once in the shower area, Dad dropped to his knees in front of me. Looking up into my eyes, he took my soft cock in his hand instructing “Piss down my throat, Son.” Taking my cock head into his mouth, he held still, which was absolutely necessary as I really needed to piss, and didn't want an erection to take precedence. Finally my stream started, and once I got it going, there was no stopping it. I filled Dad’s mouth full, then felt him swallow. My piss flowed more, filling his mouth three more times each time he would swallow every drop. I couldn't believe my Dad was able to drink all my piss without spilling a drop. He stood up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me towards him. I could feel his tongue licking me lips, then parted them searching for my own. Our lips touched, his beard stubble scratched at my smooth cheeks. I could taste my piss on his tongue. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, licking the inside tasting more and more of my piss. My hands rubbed his furry muscles. “Thirsty, Son?” Dad asked. I dropped to my knees, coming face to face with Dad’s cock. It was only semi hard, but still was impressive in size. I gently lifted his cock to my mouth, only taking in the head of it in. “Don’t move. I need to stay soft to piss, Son.” I knelt very still, waiting for his hot piss to being to flow. His breathing slowed as I felt a slight jerk in his cock, as the flow began. “Swallow.” I swallowed, trying to keep up with the yellow liquid filling my mouth. Dad sensed he was going too fast and grabbed his cock to slow the flow. Once my mouth was empty he started again, I concentrated on keeping up. The piss flowed and flowed, as I swallowed. I felt my stomach expand as it filled up. The strong stream then became a trickle, until it stopped and I was just kneeling there with his cock head in my mouth. Dad grabbed me under the arm pits and pulled me up to my feet with the complement "I'm proud of my boy. He's on his way to being a man just like his Dad.” I looked around to see a lot of the men were in the locker room. I could hear their voices but could not make out what they were saying. The night was coming to an end. Apparently Dad understood as much as he instructed “Get to your room. I'll join you shortly.” With that I went up the stairs, turning back to see my Dad’s hairy ass heading into the locker room. Naked, I went right to my room, I discovered that it was 3:00 A.M. Damn time flies when you are fucking and sucking. I flopped down on my bed, reached around to my hole. It was sticky with cum and puffy. I could only imagine how red it was. I closed my eyes as I ran my fingers around the edge, feeling my used hole. I was fading fast, sleep was coming.