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Yesterday at the sauna. 11 fucks and 7 loads. Towards the end of my time there, things quietened down and I was about to have a wank, to get rid of a week's load (so no more being fucked) before going home, but I thought I'd go into the darkroom one last time. Two guys in there, one of whom I already knew was also a bottom. Another who was near both of us, just standing there. I went up and started playing with his cock, at which point he started kissing me. I'm not a big kisser, but it gave me the chance to tell him I'd love him to fuck me. He let out a moan, which I took as a signal to turn around and bend over. Sure enough, in he went. Having already had a guy comment on my sloppy hole (before I had another big load up me from a guy who slid in immediately after he'd finished with me), I knew what this guy would feel once he was in me. He seemed to be very happy, because it wasn't too long before he was adding yet another lovely big load to the mix. I think yesterday was the best I'd ever had, in terms of actual quality of loads. They were all big and, on a few occasions, I could feel some of the cum dripping out of me as I walked around the sauna. A very good day!

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.

My 1st BearUnion I recently attended the relatively new BearUnion Party at CCBC in Palm Springs during DadFest 4th of July weekend, hoping it would be a hot time and it was. My only slight disappointment was that CCBC had removed the U-shaped fuck bench in the porn viewing space, that in the past has been conducive for dog pile orgies, so I did not get to enjoy a true dog pile orgy during the event. What they had provided was about 30 portable slings most of them outside, which were great for a night event, but were not seeing any use during the afternoon when I 1st saw them. I arrived around 9 pm and started out making the rounds of the slings and sampled 6-8 holes that were being presented but not currently stuffed with cock. I really needed to get some pole in my hole and found myself sucking a well hung black bear in the porn viewing space, and before long was easily riding (I had been hooking up all day and had had multiple cocks up my hole and 2 breedings before I even got to BearUnion) that thick cock. Unfortunately he was just sitting in a chair and didn't want to move to a sturdier location where I could ride him as hard as I wanted or he could really pound me if he preferred, so I move on. I walked across the way into the quonset hut play area and started fucking a really cum sloppy cub in one of the slings, I soon found out he had a real talent for milking cock with his pulsing hole despite already being well loosened up and obviously full of cum and added my load to his well fucked hole. After kissing him, he vacated the sling so I decided to try my luck in the sling. I was soon approached by a dark haired bear and had thick stubby cock in my hole, and after about 15 minutes of railing took my 1st load of the party. As soon as he vacated my hole a skinny older blonde bear with the most perfectly conical cock I've ever seen or had in me, and that I had been sucking for the last 5 or 10 minutes, replaced him in my hole. Since it was such a unique shaped cock, I think my hole went into overtime trying to figure out how to best grip him and I had him close to cumming within 5 minutes, he tried to cool down and I tried to stop milking him so much, but we were both enjoying it and after 2 or 3 more minutes of him being in my hole he gave up and bred me as well. I switched mostly back to top mode and made the rounds of the slings for the next hour and sampled quite a few holes as well as flipping for probably half a dozen of them. Around 11 I was fucking a really tight and dry older bear in the sling they had added to the containers with the cock slurping ramp and bred my 2nd bear of the night. Since I was tapped out for at least a few minutes as a top I found one of the outdoor slings empty and hopped in it. I was soon approached by slim but really hairy young otter, who asked "are you lubed" in the same breath he sank his cock into me. He sighed a big "yes" when he felt how loose and cum lubed my hole was, and proceeded to give me a 20 minute hard pounding before breeding me. We were pretty verbal and had drawn a fairly large audience, but it had dissipated while made out with me while his cock continued twitching in my hole for at least 5 minutes after he flooded me. I wasn't disappointed by the audience leaving for more than 30 second when luckily 2 tall cubs walked up, one of them squatted down and started felching me. He didn't felch me more than 30 more seconds before he stood up and immediately started pounding me hard commenting on how "juicy" I was and bred me within 5 minutes, as soon as he pulled out his buddy shoved in and gave me about 3 strokes before he added his load to my juicy hole, and then another shorter cub that walked up just as the 2nd cub was breeding me did exactly the same thing leaving me dripping with 4 loads in about 15 minutes. After another brief make out session with my last breeder, and catching my breath I was rock hard again so I jumped up and started making the rounds again fucking and getting fucked for the next hour or so, Two more youngish cubs definitely planted their seed in my well plowed bear hole, the last one was on the fuckhorse in front of the TV in the porn viewing space while I was visiting with the 1st bear slut I bred. He was complaining that there was too much kissing and not enough fucking despite the volume of cum leaking from out well fucked holes, so he is definitely a kindred spirit of mine! By this point it was 1:30 am or so, since I was tired and hot and the crowd was thinning, I decided it was time to start thinking about wrapping it up for the evening. I made my way back across to the quonset hut where I hoped I could find a bear in a sling, that I could fuck with the relative cool of the swamp cooler blowing on me, and found a young cub with a PA that I had been flipping with all night but had not bred with yet (unless he bred me without my realizing it), occupying one of the 2 slings and gave him my last load of the evening. I made one last circuit of slings with cum leaking out and running down my legs, just to make sure there wasn't any new meat to persuade to try my hole. When I determined that there wasn't I decided to head back to my hotel and get some much needed rest in an air conditioned room. I did wake up from a massive cum fart that soaked my boxers and tasted delicious about 6 am. I changed in to clean dry boxers and slept another couple hours. So to answer the rhetorical question, yes bears do fuck in the desert.

So the other day I hooked up with a guy from Grindr. Typical conversation ’Sup’, ‘You Lookin?’, ‘Ass Pics?’, then a location sent. I was on my way after seeing his pics. About 6’2 muscular but not super bulky and a nice thick 8.5-9” cock. I get to his place and once inside we start making out groping each other. Usually I get a little small talk before getting down to business but this guy clearly needed to fuck. No names no conversation just animalistic lust, which I fully enjoyed. He pushed me down to my knees and I pull down his pants revealing the beautiful cock getting hard right in my face. I start sucking him all the way down giving him the full deep throat experience. I suck him for awhile before he pulls me up and onto his bed. He strips me naked and flips me on my stomach with my ass in the air and he begins eating my hole. And this guys tongue was thick and long like his cock, it felt like I had 5” of tongue wiggling around in my hole, it was amazing! He pulls his mouth away spits on my hole and starts sliding his 8.5” cock inside me. We hadn’t talked about raw but I had a feeling he would want to and since he didn’t say anything I certainly wasn’t gonna lol. He gave a few slow strokes before he really starts pounding away. It wasn’t until he fully mounted me that I put my hands back on his ankles to hold onto him that I felt a little box, I looked down and realized it was an ankle monitor. Which was a first for me and somehow made the whole thing a little hotter lol. After about 20 min of fucking I’m pressed into the mattress with him on top of me when he says he’s gonna cum I tell him to “Breed me” and he says “Yeah here cums another load” I asked if already bred me and he said “About 10 mins ago”. Then he rammed his cock balls deep and bred me. As he was balls deep inside me someone started knocking on his front door. He pulled out and told me to wait in the bathroom. I’m waiting naked in the bathroom for like 5min before he finally comes back and gets me. I go back into the bedroom and there’s another guy standing in the room. I don’t know what to think at first then the new guy starts to unbuckle his pants and I know where this is going and I return to my slut mode and get on my knees and start removing his pants. I’ve never met this guy before and we haven’t spoke but I was about to blow him. He was around 6’ and skinny with some muscle. I start sucking him feeling his cock grow in my mouth. When the host moves us all to the bed with the new guy laying on his back I’m positioned between his legs and the host climbs back on top of me and shoves his cock inside me and resumes his fucking like nothing happened. I’m moaning around the new guys cock as it grows to about 9”. I take a breath and admire this new cock when the host starts blowing the new guy as he continues to fuck me. We switch off blowing the new guy for a bit till the host pulls out and tells me to ride the new guy. I don’t hesitate I get up and sit on the new guys raw cock all the way down reverse cowgirl. Facing away from him just seemed right keeping with the anonymity. After riding him for about 15 mins he grabs my hips and pulls me tight against him and says “Take that load slut”. He pumps in me a few times before he pushes me off and the host pulls me onto his cock and starts rabbit fucking me hard making me moan until the new guy puts his cock in my mouth. I hear the host say “ I love a sloppy slut hole” “ You ready for another load” I say “Fuck yeah!, Breed me, fill me up” he slams deep and unloads in me as he’s making out with the new guy. He pulls out and I turn around and clean his cock then he and the new guy start getting dressed so I got dressed and thanked them both and left. On the drive home I kept thinking about the 3 loads from my ankle monitor host and the 4th load I got from someone my host probably knew, but maybe he didn’t and just didn’t mind sharing me. I wouldn’t have changed anything though getting those loads was so hot. I rode my dildo when I got home working their loads deeper in me as I jerked myself till I came. I hope to meet up with him again and see what other surprise guests show up.

As someone said, “I will vote for Biden’s brain in a jar before I vote for Trump.”

The All-Natural Massage I answered his ad offering 1-hour massages. The address provided was for a small house in a quiet neighborhood on the west side. I guess he worked out of his home. When I rang the bell there was a pause and then the door opened. “Hi! I’m Ken. You must be Cliff! Come on in!” The well-proportioned man, standing in front of me on bare feet, was quite good-looking! He had a deep tan, curly blond hair and a ready smile. He was wearing only a gauzy tank top and a pair of white terrycloth shorts. As my gaze surreptitiously travelled down his body, I could tell that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock and balls kept shifting beneath the soft fabric, their outline clearly visible. He led me down a short hallway and through a doorway at the end. “I use this room for my massage studio,” he said. The room was simply furnished with a couple of chairs, a floor lamp and, on a table in the corner, soothing music emanated from a CD player. The pleasing smell of sweet incense hung in the air. In the center of the room stood a large sturdy massage table covered with a clean white sheet. Ken asked me to get undressed and said I could put my clothes on one of the chairs. “You can keep your briefs on, if you like.” I felt a little shy, but did as he instructed. “Hop up onto the table,” he said! “Just lie on your stomach and relax! You told me on the phone that you’ve never had a massage before. You’re gonna be in for a real treat!” As I got comfortable, he told me that he’d been a licensed masseur for over 10 years. His style, he explained, could be summed up in one word: “natural.” “Yep! Natural oils, natural scents, natural touch. Nothing could be finer!” To my surprise, he then removed his shorts and shirt. He stood naked before me. His cock, framed by a large bush of dense, curly black hair, bobbed mere inches from my face. It seemed to be swelling slightly, as if happy to be set free. I guessed that, when fully erect, it would probably be pretty big. What seemed to be a clear drop of pre-cum glistened on the very tip. Sagging heavily behind his penis, two large egg-shaped balls swayed back and forth, suspended in a soft hairy sac. “I like to be nude when I’m working…naked as the day I was born. It feels more natural, more right. Nothing like the feel of bare skin! I hope you don’t mind!” I didn’t know what to say…so I didn’t say anything! He started the session, massaging my feet and legs, working his way up along my body. His touch felt wonderful. His experienced hands kneaded and stroked my cares away. “That’s it,” he said. “Just let yourself go! Let your aches and cares and inhibitions slip away.” I gave myself over to the pleasure of his touch. He had me turn over onto my back and resumed his efforts on my body, once again working his way up from my feet. Magic fingers! Did that sound too corny? He then disclosed, “By the way… I’m HIV-positive. I hope that’s not a problem for you.” “I guess that’s OK,” I stammered. “You know, of course,” he added, “that my virus can only be transmitted by an exchange of bodily fluids such as blood or semen, not by the touch of bare flesh on flesh. Besides, even if I was to fuck someone right here on the table, there’s no guarantee they’d catch my bug in just one try.” “Do you take that daily PrEP?” I enquired. “Doesn’t that keep your viral load in check?” He laughed! “I wouldn’t use that stuff if you PAID ME! I hardly ever get tested, but my count is usually pretty high! For better or worse, I’d rather keep healthy the natural way. I follow a strict dietary & exercise regimen every day.” “Yeah!” he continued. “Natural’s the only way to go. Hell, I even have sex naturally. You won’t find any condoms around here!” This sure sounded risky to me, but I didn’t think it was my place to say anything. He interrupted my thoughts. “Here! Lift up your hips for a minute!” Without much hesitation, I did as I was told. Ken grasped my briefs by the waistband and with one sharp tug, they were down to my knees. “I bet that’s a bit more comfortable!” One of his hands cupped my nuts. “Mmmm! Nice balls you got there,” he said as he gently rolled them around in the palm of his hand. He grinned and asked, “What kind of seed you got in here anyway? Negative?” I BLUSHED! “I KNEW it! So…These balls are full of neg seed? That’s kinda hot! You know…my poz hands…all over your neg body.” His talk was getting me both flustered and, at the same time, turned on. My dick inched across my belly as it began to grow. Ken smiled! “Maybe we should get you out of these briefs. I’m thinking, they’ll just get in the way.” He pulled them off, tossing them on the chair with the rest of my clothes. I wanted to question his actions, but Ken just shook his head. “Don’t worry,” he said! “I do this all the time.” He went back to fondling my testicles, gently rolling and tugging on them. By now, my cock was fully erect. I was embarrassed that my excitement was so obvious. One of Ken’s fingers found my sphincter. At first it made little circles, but soon the tip started nudging and poking, seeking admission. “You’re awfully tight down here, Cliff. I’m going see if can get you to loosen up a little!” I guess I started to get nervous. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. I tried to sit up, but he placed his hands on my shoulders and eased me back down again. “Don’t worry, Baby! I know just the thing to totally relax you.” He leaned forward and engulfed my straining cock in his mouth. His wet lips fastened on the shaft and his tongue started swirling around the sensitive head. “How’s that feel, now? Better? I thought so. You know…your body is VERY responsive. Your penis is so fucking stiff.” With that, he resumed his oral attentions. Suddenly, I became aware that his probing finger had found its way up inside me. He pulled away and looked at me. “You know…my finger…my POZ finger…has penetrated your butt. Technically, my virus is now…INSIDE YOU! What do you think…does that turn you ON?” To my utter shame, my body stiffened, my hips bucked and, without even being touched, my dick began to gush sperm. Ken leered and said, “Yeah! That’s what I thought! Deep down, your body knows what it wants!” He bent forward and took my spurting penis back into his mouth. “Mmmm!” After he had drained me and lapped up the spilled seed, he gazed at me and said, “You know…lots of my clients have gotten turned on by thoughts like that…just like you did. Hell…I’ve had clients get SO HOT they actually BEGGED me to fuck them…fuck them right here on the table…despite knowing I would probably knock them up. I mean, I hardly ever go ahead and actually do it, but once in a while…you know…a guy like me has needs too! I wanna get laid…just like the next guy!” I wanted to protest but his lips sealed over mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth, dueling with mine…distracting me…confusing me. Ken returned to my cock, kissing and licking at it. Amazingly, I got hard again almost instantly! “Ready for more, I see,” he said, smirking. “Mmmm! Just the way I like it.” His head descended on my rigid shaft. For the next 20 minutes or so, he kept me right on the edge, several times backing off when he felt my body tighten in anticipation of cumming again. I felt lost in a haze of sexual stimulation! At some point, something shifted in the mood. Somehow, I could tell that the focus was shifting away from my needs over to Ken’s. I looked at him as his mouth came off my cock, ropes of his saliva dripping down onto me. His face took on an odd expression. “I think you’re ready, Baby! It’s time to have some fun!” He went to the foot of the table and, grasping my ankles, he started to raise my legs. “I’m gonna get up on the table with you! That’ll make things a lot easier.” As he climbed up, his shoulders naturally began pushing my legs back, forcing my knees down against my chest. He kept looking into my eyes, telling me it was going to be OK. “This is what you want, Baby…and I’m going to give it to you!” I wanted to resist but he kept kissing away my protests. I could feel his cock bobbing against my hole, his dickhead leaving a slippery trail of goo. I knew that he was trying push into me, but, stiff as he was, his cock kept slipping, owing to the copious amounts of pre-cum that was leaking all over. Here I was, on the verge of letting a total stranger fuck me, knowing that he would end up filling me with his toxic ejaculate. Panicking, I started to struggle. “Hey!” he barked! “You want me to have to get a little rough? Is that it? You want it rough?” “No!” I whimpered! And with that, my resistance vanished. I was ready to submit. “Please!” I implored. Again and again I said the word, not sure exactly what I was begging for. “PLEASE!” My body surrendered as well as my spirit. My hole, which had been clamped tight as a last defense, now opened, giving him full permission to enter me. I could feel his girth as he slid in, stopping only when he could penetrate no further. He sighed in satisfaction. “I can’t last as long as I used to, but I can still get the job done. You might not convert, but if you do, you’re gonna love having a part of me growing inside you.” “Please!” There was that word again! Ken started up a nice and easy pistoning motion. “Fuck, yeah! Skin on skin! All-natural…just the way it’s supposed to be…just the way I like it! Fuck! You being NEGATIVE…me being POSITIVE…that makes it SO HOT, don’t you think?” He lowered his mouth and pressed his lips tightly to mine, cutting off any possibility of my answering that question. He settled into the slow steady rocking motion with his hips. He breathed into my ear, “I’m in no hurry, Baby!” Occasionally, he’d rotate or grind his hips so I was always aware of his large cock as it moved within me. The constant repetition mesmerized me to the point where my thoughts and worries ebbed away. As the repetitive power of the fuck took hold of my senses, I lost track of time. Ken’s voice drifted in from somewhere. “Is this what you want, Baby? I need you to tell me!” I moaned in response. He said, “Say ‘Yes!’ I want to hear you say ‘yes!’” I moaned again! Louder this time! “SAY IT!” I opened my eyes and looked up at him, felt him deep inside me. “Yes!” I said. “Please…YES!”

I hadn't been fucking him for long before he started moaning, instead of whining. I spat on my dick again without pulling out and upped my pace. I was working up a sweat and so was he. He looked so good, lying on the bed with his legs in the air, a crease in his belly and his pecs bouncing as I fucked. "You look so good like that, Sir. Lift your arms up, get those pits out for me." I told him. He obeyed my order and moved his arms over his head, allowing me to lean in and sniff at his hairy armpits. His scent filled my nose and made me moan. Only poppers made me react like this. I licked at him, tasting his salty sweat and then moved to kiss him. He answered by wrapping his legs around my hips and moaning into my mouth. I was getting too close, too quickly. I had to slow down or blow already. I pulled back and stood up straight again, pulling out at the same time. He moaned at my quick move out of his hole and panted for a few seconds. I took my chance to just look at him, sweating on the bed. Legs in the air, hands on his ankles. I moved back half a step and slid a finger into his hole, he gasped sharply and brought a hand to my arm. "A bit of lube, boy," he said. "Was that a question, Sir?" I asked, eyebrow arched. He had said I was in charge. "It's only one finger." He didn't reply to me, only withdrew his hand and found the poppers again. Without realising, I felt an evil grin spread across my face. I didn't know I'd enjoy being in charge of him so much. It's not that I'd never played this role before, but our previous sessions felt so cemented. Even calling him 'Sir,' he was being so submissive and he played the role well. I worked my finger another inch inside him and started rubbing his prostate. I wanted his belly hairs matted with precum and I wanted to lick it off his biohazard. I didn't work for long, he was squirming the moment I touched it. I pulled out fast, hoping for a reaction and I got what I wanted, he almost howled. There was no blood, but I figured I'd best be kinder to someone who doesn't bottom that often. Dropping to my knees, I kissed his hole before I started to eat it again. Trying to work as much spit inside and across his hole as I could, I worked for a little while, before coming up over his ballsack and up his dick. He still held his ankles up, so I reach up and grabbed his hands, working his legs free. Letting them drop to my shoulders, he looked down at me a little confused. I grinned up at him and moved a little more forward, moving his dick a little. In front of me was a slick matt of belly hair, covering a small biohazard tattoo. I licked and I heard him chuckle, as I cleaned the area entirely. When there was no more precum left, I kissed it and gave it a slight suck, followed by another kiss. His legs still resting on my shoulders, I stood up and lined my dick up to his hole again, grabbed the bottle of poppers and took at hit myself. Passing him the bottle, I spat on my hand and rubbed it across my cock, waiting for his exhale. When I pushed back in, he had reverted to pained moans. "It's okay, Sir. I'm gonna breed you soon. Do you want my load inside you?" I pumped slowly, warming him up. "Yes please, boy. Breed my hole fast, I don't think I can take much more," he begged. "I'll take as long as I want. What if I want to fuck you again? You need to get used to my dick, Sir." He looked at me with a defiant look, but didn't say anything. If he was in charge and he had looked at me like that, I'd have been scared for my hole. I had a feeling I was going to pay for that line later, which only made my dick harder. I knew I was filling him with precum, as he only got slicker and slicker. He wasn't struggling after a couple more minutes and was pulling my ass into him. Leaning in, I kissed him again and decided to go for it. I sped up, pumping as hard and fast as I could. His moans became more frantic and he broke our mouths apart. "Fuck, boy, you're hitting it. Fuck. Uh. Uh. Uh.," with every thrust. I realised I must be on his prostate with my dick. "I'm getting close, Sir. I'm gonna breed you. It's gonna be a big load." "Do it," he told me, still making noises when I pushed into his hole. I fucked him as hard as I could, feeling my balls tingle and tighten. "I'm cumming, Sir. I'm gonna cum," and I blew my load. I could only manage some slow thrusts whilst my balls emptied themselves, before my body stilled and I stood above him, panting. I leaned in and kissed him once more, before I pulled out and crouched to lick his hole. His legs came down, moving me away from his bred hole and he told me to stand up. His tone was already one of dominance and I realised he meant what he said to the letter. I had bred him and that was where my control ended. He immediately took my cock in his mouth and cleaned me. He played with my balls, whilst sucking my still hard member clean. When he stood up, we kissed and shared my load and his hole between us. It was a passionate kiss, our arms wrapped around each other, tongues playing together. "I think it's time for you to get on the bed. How I was." His tone was firm. I realised I was about to reap what I had sown. I moved round him, hopped up onto the bed and grabbed the poppers. I started huffing at the little brown bottle as hard as I could, as I lifted my knees to my chest. "Yeah, you fucking know you're in trouble, don't you boy?" He chuckled and returned the evil grin I'd given him whilst I was inside him. "Go on, one more hit. Now, don't fucking move." He moved his dick to my dry hole and started pushing in. His dick was still a little lubed from precum, but not much. I cried out, my arms went up to slow him, but he caught my hands and pinned them to the bed. "It's only one dick, boy," he snarled at me. He spat in my face and said "that's the lube your hole was gonna get." As much as my hole was screaming, my dick was leaking again already. I was so turned on, by his new roughness. I was still in pain and my moans made it obvious. He was fucking hard and deep, but thankfully not down to the balls. I don't know if he was being merciful or if he couldn't fuck that deep so dry. "You need to get used to my dick, boy," he quoted back to me again. He was loving being able to use my own cocky lines against me. After a few minutes, my cries of pain has quietened and eventually started to sound like I was enjoying the fuck. Once I had had another few hits of poppers, I was no longer in pain at all. That's when he pulled out and quickly moved to my hole. I heard his first delighted crow of pleasure and wondered what had him so happy. Was he just happy to see my gape again? "Fuck yeah boy, now you can lube my dick up again," he said as his face popped up between my legs. I saw what had made him so pleased. His wide smile was smeared with blood, from the tip of his nose down to the bottom of his chin. My stomach dropped, but my dick pulsed. I knew I was here to get pozzed, but something inside me switched and I felt fear for a second, before he stood and tapped my leg. I followed his instructions, rolling off the bed and to his dick. His dick was red three quarters down. I hesitated whilst I inspected him. "Wait, before you suck it clean, wipe it across your face, boy. Match me." I looked up at him, unsure what to do. He arched an eyebrow at me, before grabbing my hair and his dick, moving his member sideways and my face forward. He slapped himself against my lips and my chin a few times, before sliding up and down. "Now you can lube up," he said, letting go of his dick and my hair, I grabbed his leg to steady myself and his balls to aim his dick forward. I opened wide and took him in my mouth, tasting my blood and nothing much else. I moved up and down his shaft, pushing the blood closer to his crotch and getting more over my lips. My dick was telling me how much I was enjoying it. I knew in that moment I was a pure pig, too far gone to go back. I sucked, spat and licked his dick like usual, getting it ready to fuck me as deep and hard as he usually did. A hand in my hair and a light tug upwards told me that it was time to get back on the bed. Before I could, he grabbed my face and kissed me, with his reddened muzzle. We shared a deep kiss, our dicks rubbing against each other, mirroring our tongues. He pulled back and licked my chin and lips, squeezed my cheeks to open my mouth and spat pink at my tongue. I couldn't help but moan. "Good pig. Middle of the bed, hands and knees. I'm gonna poz you for sure right fucking now, boy," he told me. I scrambled up the bed and grabbed the poppers. If my dick wasn't hard as it could be, it reached a new level as he spoke to me. My hole had been ripped up by a dry fuck and I was about to take another toxic load from an unmedicated poz dom. As I huffed poppers with my ass in the air, I felt him move slowly up the bed towards me. The anticipation was making my cock drip a continuous slivery line to the bed. Two fingers easily slid in my hole and earned a happy moan from me. He twisted them around a few times, before pulling out and pushing his dick in. He moved slowly all the way balls deep in one motion. I was glad for the chance to lube him up properly, I wasn't in any pain at all as I growled in pleasure. I felt his fingertips touch my back and move down. I was confused as to what he was doing, we hadn't used nails or scratched each others backs that I could recall. He did it again, but moved side to side. "Sir?" I asked with no answer. "What are you doing?" Silence again, until I got two fingers up my cunt again. I moaned happily whilst he moved his hips a couple of times, before stilling and removing his fingers to resume his weird actions. It dawned on me after another round of silent action. He was writing something on my back, in blood. "Fuck, Sir! Are you finger painting on me?" I couldn't help but laugh. "What are you writing?" "I'm labelling you as you are, boy. 'Bug chaser,'" He said. "Hand me my phone." I grabbed it, and passed it back to him. He took another minute in silence, pulled out a little and a bright flash went off behind me. Tapping my arm and sinking back in balls deep, he passed his phone back to me. 'BUG - CHASER' was written in red, across my back. "Oh fuck, Sir," I whined. My dick pulsed again. "I felt your hole clench. You want my toxic load, boy? You want my no meds HIV, you little cunt pig?" "Yes please, Sir. Fuck your load into me. Infect me. Give me everything you got, Sir," I begged.

Very little is hotter than being in a social or business situation with an ass full of cum.

just took a bike ride and noticed a guy and had time to get off my bike and asked him to show me his cock that was already hard and he walked over and took my hand and had his dick fill my hand and had me show my hole but became very agressive and had me strip off my shorts and bent over hi precum was lube to slide in and his load was squirting withing a few min

Chapter 9 – I Thought This Was Paradise Before Chapters 1 through 8 describe a day I agreed to a role-play with my friend, Doug. I was to be his slave, and he could have me do, or do to me, whatever he wanted. Currently, two other guys have joined us, and Adam has just shoved his arm in my ass. Adam’s arm slid into my ass with ease. With all the ass work that had been done on me, plus the T and G, my ass was well opened. He twisted around inside me and then pulled back, going slower on his exit. When his arm was only buried up to his wrist, he pushed back in again. He did this to me a few times before saying, “We need to get him back in the sling.” Then, he pulled all the way out of my ass. Doug suggested we ingest some more T before getting over to the sling. “He likes a good bump,” he told the others. Tim was the one who pulled out a shard and then shoved it up my ass, getting it well buried in me. Then, they started smoking. Of course, clouds were also shotgunned with me as the shard was melting. The burning sensation wasn’t as noticeable this time around, probably because my ass had been so thoroughly used and abused, but the effects were noticed. At one point, Tim went off to the side and returned with four glasses with some drinks in them. No doubt, these were spiked with G. We each gulped them down, enduring the bitter taste for the lack of restraint that would be incurred. When they had smoked enough (and had made me smoke more, along with the bump), we all got up, and they walked me over to the sling. This time, they blindfolded me again. With three guys who could potentially be working my hole, it would be a fun ride. They talked things over a bit before someone sat on the stool. They discussed who would go first and what they might want to do to me. It was hot to know that they were discussing how they were going to go about working over my ass, and I was getting hornier by the minute. Of course, the T and G were contributing to that too. Whoever was at my hole was lubing it up. I felt chunks of Slam Dunk being put in to melt and deeply lubricate me. I could also feel some JLube being injected into my hole. The coolness of this lube was a stark contrast to the heat of my ass. The next thing that entered me was some kind of toy. When the guy had gotten it in, and it expanded to fill my hole completely, I knew it was one of Doug’s Pig Hole plugs. These plugs are hollow, so a cock or fist can go in while my ass is kept at a permanent gape. This one was on the larger side, so it would be interesting to see where this led. Now, a dildo was being inserted. I like toy play, but there’s nothing that compares to a man’s hand, arm, or cock inside me. The dildo was long (not as long as the Slink) and was being used to open me up deep inside. Realistically, it was probably not needed since I was already more open than I had ever been. Next, I felt a cock at my mouth. I opened up and swallowed it down. I think it was Andy that I was sucking this time since I knew it wasn’t Doug, and it didn’t feel the same as when I sucked Tim earlier. Regardless, it was a nice cock and was plumping up in my mouth. Let’s hope he could maintain an erection for a while. I drove my nose all the way down on the cock and nestled it in the pubes. Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is Andy since his pubes smelled and felt different than Tim’s. While I was swallowing his cock like this, he fed me a nice dump of precum. The accompanying groan let me know how good the delivery felt, too. Sucking cock on one end and getting my ass worked on the other was fun. With the Pig Hole in me, the sensations right at my entrance were dulled, but I could still feel the toy plumbing my depths. Whoever was working the toy kept pushing it deeper and deeper into me. We were well past my second hole, and my ass was enjoying the workout. I reached back to pull the guy I was sucking closer to me. When I felt that hairy ass, I knew it was Andy whose dick I was mouthing. My hand lingered on his ass, feeling the sexiness of the fur and knowing that I had recently been rimming his ass. I prodded around for his hole and found that it was still wet from my saliva. I began circling it with my finger, prompting another groan from his and another burst of precum. Damn, he tasted good. There was some bitterness from the T that he had ingested, but his precum was sweet, and I let it linger in my mouth before swallowing it. The guy at my ass was still working the dildo through the Pig Hole. That toy was appropriately named since it made me feel like a pig who was made to give up his hole to anyone for anything. He was now stroking the toy in and out of my ass. I could feel it work through my ass until we reached the Pig Hole; then, the sensations would go away as the toy glided over the silicone toy keeping my hole open and available. I felt another hand on my ass, grabbing the Pig Hole in my ass and twisting it around inside me. Luckily, it was well lubed, as was my ass, so it slid around easily. Next, it was pulled out of my ass, and a hand went in. He was in a little past his wrist and using a twisting motion to drive his hand further into my ass. Pig Hole or not, my ass was a pig hole! I spread my legs a bit more to give him better access, prompting a “Fuck, yeah,” from one of the guys down there. Of course, I kept Andy’s cock in my mouth the whole time, but there were times when my focus drifted away from that in order to focus on what was happening with my ass. While the guy fisting me was working to get deeper into me, another hand was working around the perimeter of my hole. He circled it slowly, sometimes dipping a finger or two into it alongside the arm inside me. This felt amazing, and Andy removed his cock from my mouth, allowing me to really pay attention to what was happening down below. I reached down and spread my ass wider. Of course, reaching down like this also made my ass more open since I spread my legs wider to reach down to my hole. The fingers circling my hole were interacting with mine, rubbing over them and pulling them closer to my hole. This also helped to lube them up. I reached between my legs and shoved two fingers in at the top entrance to my ass. Doug loves it when I do this, and I wanted to give the guys the best access possible. Another drawn-out “Fuuuuck!” told me how much this was appreciated. I pulled my hands back, crossing them behind my head. I couldn’t see anything with the blindfold on, but by raising my head a little bit, I gave them a different pathway into my ass. The guy fisting me was past my second sphincter, and I loved the sensations he was providing. Knowing that three guys were all working over my ass and watching each other was stimulating to me. I turned my head into my armpit and took a few deep inhales of my manstink. The length of time that we had been playing, plus all the drugs, gave my pits a wonderful aroma, which I was enjoying. “Look at that pig sniffing his pits! I’ll give you something to sniff,” said one of the guys (Tim, I think). A hairy and aromatic pit was at my mouth and nose. I nuzzled, licked, sniffed, and enjoyed the heady aroma of a hot, spun guy. When the pit was removed, a hand came down to plug one nostril. “Take a few good snorts,” I was commanded as the poppers bottle was thrust under my nose. I did as requested, holding the last one until I could hold it no longer. Once the poppers hit, the guys at my ass went crazy on it. In addition to the fist firmly embedded in my colon, fingers from two hands were being used on my hole. That guy was really stretching me open, sliding fingers from both hands in alongside the arm that was deep inside me. Between the fist in my colon and the fingers at my ass, I was in pig heaven. “I wanna fuck that ass,” Andy snarled. So, the hand inside me was slowly extracted, flexing and twisting as it was pulled from my ass. Once it was out, Andy entered me with his cock. He was rock hard now, and he happily filled my ass. He fucked me for a while in the sling and then said that he wanted me to sit on his cock. So, they got me out of the sling and walked me over to the bed. I ran into what must have been Andy’s legs, and the other guys guided me up to a point where I could ride him. I grabbed his cock and slid all the way down on it. Andy moaned in pleasure, and I just stayed in place. With his cock embedded in my ass, I used my muscles to massage his dick, enabling him to slide even deeper into my ass. He grabbed the harness and pulled me down to kiss him. I love being fucked and kissed at the same time, and knowing that it was such a sexy and hairy stud made it even better. My head was lifted from Andy’s mouth, and a cock was presented to me. I eagerly took it into my mouth, using my lips and tongue to work it up to a good firmness. While I was doing that, Andy and I had kind of slowed the fucking so that I was kneeling forward with about half of his cock inside me. I felt something else at my hole and assumed that I was about to be double fucked. This has only happened a few times, but it is amazing when it can be pulled off. I pushed back against the new cock, keeping Andy’s inside me. After a few tries, it slid neatly into me alongside the one already in me. The cock in my mouth was abandoned as I rode the waves of pleasure from having two guys inside my ass at the same time. We couldn’t go for big strokes since it was likely that at least one of them would slip out, but we were still able to do some nice fucking. One did slide out a few times, but we always managed to get it back in. Eventually, the second guy pulled out, and Andy maneuvered me so that I was sitting, impaled on his cock. He reached up and removed the blindfold. I could only smile in wonder at the great sensations these handsome men provided me. Slave indeed! I would happily be their sex slave any day. Tim helped me to climb off Andy. I laid back on the bed to catch my breath, and Tim was stroking my body and telling me how much they were enjoying my ass. He soon moved down to finger my hole, remarking on how puffy and sexy it was. With everything that it had been through, I’m sure it was engorged. Andy and Doug were maneuvering around on the bed, and I realized what they were doing. They were each lying back with their cocks next to each other. When they got into position, Doug told me that they wanted me to lower my ass onto both of their cocks, taking them into my ass simultaneously. This would be a new way for me to be double fucked, but I was sure up for the task. Again, Tim helped guide me into position. The other two were lying back, propped up on pillows, but making sure to keep their hard cocks next to each other. Andy was stroking both, and they were glistening with lube. Tim positioned me so that I was facing Andy but would be sitting down on both cocks this time. He told me that he would help support me as I lowered my ass onto the waiting dicks. First, I rubbed my ass against their cocks, teasing them and myself. This would be intense, so I wanted to prolong the scene as much as possible. I let each of their cocks slide into me as I did this but didn’t go for the double right away. When I was ready, I nodded to Andy, and he made sure that their cock heads were lined up right next to each other. Then, I slowly lowered myself onto their hard cocks. Just getting them in was a challenge. It was both a stretch for me and a logistics challenge for them. They needed to keep their cocks together as I slid down on them. Andy was holding them together for me, but he needed to keep moving his hands out of the way as I moved down this pillar of cock. Once the heads were in, I could slide down more easily. As soon as I bottomed out on their dicks, I heard Doug say, “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” as his cock spasmed in my ass. He shot a nice load alongside Andy’s dick. It wasn’t long after that that his softening cock slid out of my ass. Now, I was riding Andy again, but this time, there was a load of cum to make my ass even more slippery than it was earlier. I reached back and spread my ass a little bit more, which enabled his cock to slide further into me. Then, I started to ride him, moving up and down on his sweet cock, letting it plumb my depths. It wasn’t long until Andy was also filling my ass with his load. He held me down as I felt his orgasm in my ass. He held me there for a while, just enjoying the sensation of being buried in my ass. I flexed my muscles a little bit to coax the last of his load out but was cautious not to expel him until he was ready. When he started to pull out, I slid up to let him out of my ass. Doug helped me lay back on the bed, panting in ecstasy. “Good slave,” Doug said. “Oh yeah, he’s a great slave bottom,” Andy agreed. Tim was just watching me and smiling from ear to ear. “I can’t cum, but I can feed you my piss,” Tim suggested. I nodded, and he moved up so that I could suck his soft cock into my mouth. I didn’t want to really suck him since I wanted his piss, so I just lightly mouthed his dick. Soon, he started to dribble out some piss. It was tart, with the T and G we had ingested earlier mixed in with his other fluids. There wasn’t a ton, but I swallowed every drop and kept nursing his cock to get all of it into me. I knew that this would help keep me spun and flying. When Tim pulled his dick out of my mouth, he spun around and fed me his sweet ass again. His hairy hole was great to rim, and I gave it my best, but I was pretty wiped out. They all realized we needed to take a break, so he moved off my face, and we all relaxed on the bed. Tim and Andy decided to head out, so they eventually got up and went upstairs with Doug. When Doug returned, I was dozing. He said, “Wake up, slave. Your ass is all mine for the rest of the day.”

That's what the President has been saying for a number of days now, and I believe him. He has no intention whatsoever of abandoning the race, and the more noise he hears about it, the more he digs in. So, what to do? Obviously, he can't be forced out. There will be Congresspersons whispering in his ear about it's time for this or that, but it sounds to me like he's determined to stay the course. And, I support him 100%. Here's why: The other guy is at least as foggy mentally as the President. The other guy has zero ideas (fresh or old) about policy, how to achieve them, just vague, word-salad mumblings about nonsensical issues. The other guy is at least as foggy every single day as the President was at that so-called debate. The other guy is within shouting distance of the President in age, clearly so out-of-shape that his physical health must certainly be compromised. Any guy at his age, that corpulent, painting his face so people don't notice the sagging, clearly has physical issues. Some are calling for the President to undergo cognitive testing. I say, either both undergo those cognitive tests, or neither. All the talk means nothing, but if push comes to shove, both the President and the other guy should be maneuvered into being tested. Either both or none. Some are calling for a "fresh face" to be nominated at the shortly-upcoming Convention in Chicago*. I say we already have a duly-elected official, eminently capable of stepping into the Oval and assuming the Presidency, were something worse to happen to the President. I might point out that some voices are even calling to step over the Veep, which would be political suicide. Imagine the rage - the unmitigated rage our Black friends and neighbors would feel about that slight; that would be political suicide, as well as a blunt insult to a most capable woman. The talking heads on the news channels are scraping every barrel-bottom they can find to dig up political no-bodies in their incessant stirring of the pot. For instance, Mike Quigley (90th) of the HoR. I remember him well, all the characteristics of a "downtown hack" - without a scintilla of his own thoughts. These constantly "talking heads" on the news channels are only feeding the frenzy, in the name of "almighty ratings", quoting inane polls, talking to nobodies (those that do count, know better than to sink into that quagmire). We've heard nothing from the actual leaders in Congress so far. In the event that the President suffers more episodes, he will do what's best for 1) the Nation, and 2) his health. He's already accomplished so much more than the other guy did, and the US is the better for it. I stand with the President, unless he comes to another course of action. *I well-remember the last one .... heady days, those !!!

This is erotic fiction written by me. I have more chapters to come. ________________________________________________________________________________ The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo Part 1 As a horny young man in his mid-20s, I had been raging for sex. But I was a good young gay and had mostly just adhered to the idea that "safer sex" with condoms with a few top men I knew and liked, was the only kind of sex a 21st century submissive boy could ever hope to experience. That all changed for me about four weeks ago. My name is Adam and I play shortstop for a gay softball team in San Francisco. While I'm a stocky kind of guy, I actually preferred sports that didn't utilize large builds as much. I mainly played baseball in high school and water polo in the fall instead of football, even though every year, the football coach would try to recruit me for my blocking potential. My senior year, my water polo coach yelled at him for that. Coach Pfeiffer needed my arm in the pool to make goals. Coach had a crush on me, too. I could tell. We never did anything—we couldn't—but he enjoyed being around me. He was good looking, gruff and sweet; he had a wife and family, too. But he lingered when looking at me. Once in the locker room, he stretched out a five-minute conversation with me to 15 just so that he could spend some time with me in my drying Speedos. And, while I was a virgin just trying to figure out how to exist in the closet, I loved having his advice, his attention, his adoration. While stocky, I have a naturally fit body. I am young, and have a good Germanic face with brown eyes and blonde hair. At 25, I have been feeling like I was at my prime and needed to start using my looks and my good body to get laid a lot more than I was. And, being a submissive bottom, I was yearning to take a few more risks than I have allowed for before. So, one Saturday evening, after a softball tournament, instead of going out to the Castro to celebrate with the team, I went directly to the darkest leather bar I knew of without changing out of my uniform. I hung out by the pinball machine with an ice cold beer. I played a couple games of pinball as men began crowding the bar for the evening. As I played, I occasionally felt hands on my ass, which got me hard immediately. I decided earlier that day to let assertive men take advantage of my submissiveness in the bar. These men seemed to already know that they could take liberties with me as a couple of them put a hand down the back of my uniform pants to give my hole a good goose, something my jock strap provided easy access for. After an anonymous man thrust his groin against my butt causing the pinball machine to tilt, I wasn't mad. I turned around to find a couple of grinning, cigar smoking older men in their 60s standing right behind me. Each had bulging erections in their jeans. The older one, Phil, bought me beer. For a couple hours, they both chatted me up and groped me through my softball uniform to see how I'd react. I just answered their questions, like how our team did in the tournament, as they took turns feeling me up. I loved the attention these much older me were showering on me. It reminded me of Coach Pfeiffer. How Coach probably wanted to interact with me in this way while talking to me and asking me questions while my ass and junk filled out those McKinley High red Speedos. After about thirty minutes of playing with me, the two men simultaneously put my hands over their crotches so that I could feel their hard cocks through the soft denim of their pants. The silver-haired daddy, Phil, who I learned was 72, then said something to his friend, Ron, that I couldn't hear. Ron smiled under his dark mustache, nodded and turned to invite me to Phil's apartment for drinks. I nodded and gulped down the rest of my beer. In the taxi, I sat between the two men in the back seat. Both had their hands on my thighs. The silver daddy leaned over to my ear and asked me if I liked getting fucked. Thinking of the condom-sheathed fuck I last had with a 30-year-old fuck buddy about three months ago, I told him yes. Then he told me that he was going to call his friend Hank to come over, too. I made no remark to that, and prepared myself to let go; submit myself to these men over twice my age, and whatever they had in mind. So far, I've only had two boyfriends and about five fuck buddies with the oldest being 32. It was an intense feeling, letting go—an electric energy that urged for more. The men worked fast. When we got to Phil's apartment and stepped just inside the door from the outer hallway, the two men grabbed me and pulled down my softball uniform pants and told me to bend over the railing just inside the entry way. I bent over and saw that the four condoms that I had put in my back pocket had fallen out and onto the floor when the men yanked my pants down. Without warning, Ron pushed his raw cock up my asshole while the older man, Phil, stepped around to my head and pushed his giant cock into my mouth as I struggled to keep my balance. He told me to breathe through my nose, and then pushed farther in, his large mushroom-shaped cock head knocking against the entrance to my throat. Both were loudly saying "Fuck yeah!" "Take it, boy!" and "Damn!" as they spit-roasted me, not even knowing that I have never before been fucked this way, and by strangers, and without using condoms. Previously, I had even made my two former boyfriends wear condoms when they fucked me. Neither mentioned the condoms on the floor, even though they saw them spill out from my pocket. Instead they began their bareback assault on me. After all the groping and prodding, the men just assumed they could take that liberty, too. Best as I could, I accommodated the two raw cocks that were now invading my body, submitting to unprotected sex for the first time. I heard moans and grunts coming from the two men. Ron kept pushing his cock into my tight hole and was roughly trying to fuck my ass as much as he could without lube. "You like raw cock, boy?" he grunted. I gagged on Phil's cock in my feeble attempt to answer, but I instinctively opened up my throat enough to take the large head into my throat. Phil moaned, "Ah, I just entered his throat, Ron." "It sure didn't take long for you to get in balls deep. I'm not having the same success on this end. This boy is super tight!" Frustrated that the dry fuck wasn't happening as easily as he had hoped, Ron pulled out and went to the kitchen for something. My hole was a little soar from Ron's dry assault, but Phil grabbed my hair and began deep fucking my throat. "Choke on it, boy. Come on. Breathe through your nose!" Ron came back a few minutes later and used his finger to lube my hole up better with Vaseline. "We're only using the best vintage lube on this boy hole." "Are you using my stuff, too?" Phil asked him as he bucked into my throat repeatedly. His cock got very rigid after asking that question, and I could feel the pulsing in my mouth that was making his dick bigger. "Yep," said Ron. "I just had a feeling this big jock boy was going to let one of us bareback him at some point tonight. I'm going to put it in now. Spread your legs boy! More!! Good thing we left it out to thaw." Soon I felt a small hard nub enter my sphincter, and then cool liquid being shot inside my hole, and I heard Phil say, "Is it all in?" "Almost..." said Ron. "Fuck yeah, boy!" Phil growled as Ron finished loading my hole with the fluid and then spanked me hard. I flinched and almost fell over. Phil went on to say, "That's a collection of three weeks of my sperm lining your hole right now. I keep my very own sperm bank just to lube up tight boy holes like yours. Damn, Ron! Hold him down. I need to be the one to fuck that shit in good." With Phil's collected loads now inside me, I was delirious with the thought of having my first breeding, and from an older man I just met at a bar. He's not even a boyfriend! I wasn't the "good gay boy" anymore. I was being irresponsible with my body, dangerous. But the feeling of having sperm in my ass for the first time made me feel owned… and free, and I surrendered fully. Phil, even without knowing that he was initiating me into whoredom, was doing everything he could to intensify this new experience for me. He pulled his cock out of my throat and got behind me. I was looking at the spilled unopened condoms on the floor when I felt his large cock head pop into my hole, and Phil pushed. With my hole lubed up with his thawed cum and the oil-based lube, it slid slowly in to my still tight hole, and he went all the way, balls deep. I was trying to take it all but it was a lot of dick. I flinched again and Ron got in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders to keep me in place. "Damn! You're all in! Fuckin' hot!" said Ron, who then grabbed a brown bottle and a rag from somewhere and told me to suck his dick. He pushed his cock into my mouth. Being the submissive boy, I sucked Ron's dick like a real cocksucker. The intensity of this sexual experience required my full submission: I needed to do whatever I could to please these men! Phil was still balls deep and coaching me to relax, "You've got a vice grip on my cock, boy! But I gotta to fuck my seed in." "This'll help." Ron all of a sudden pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed my head down into a handkerchief doused with a strong scented fume. "Breathe this in, you'll be alright," he coached. "Start fuckin' that boy hole, Phil. Open it up" Phil started fucking me hard as I inhaled my first ever hit of poppers. As the buzz of sex got stronger, I was able to allow my hole to be invaded more fully by Phil's cock. It hurt at first, but the buzz and Ron's coaching helped me relax my hole for Phil to take his boy's ass for good. "Take another, boy. We need that hole open," Ron urged. After my second hit, I was lit, and Ron shoved his cock back into my mouth. While Ron fucked my throat and made me suck his cock head off and on, Phil kept long dicking me for about 20 minutes, repeatedly telling me how he was nailing his seed into me, and how I needed his hot live load up in there, too. "Gonna fucking breed you full of swimmers, boy," I heard him grunt with each thrust as he worked to unload in me. "Here it is, boy. Fuuuuuuuck!" In the cold cum, I easily felt new warmth inside my once sperm-virgin hole as I took my first live cum load. After he finished breeding me, Phil tried fucking his load in more, but his cock was too sensitive after cumming. That's when I heard a voice behind us say, "Let me drill that hole for awhile." That must be Hank. "Do it, man," said Ron with his cock still lodged in my throat. "No condoms tonight. We somehow found this hot jock boy at the club, got our raw dicks inside him, poppered him up, and now he's taking multiple loads up his ass." Hank gave a hearty chuckle and reached between my open legs and put his hand inside the crotch of my jock strap and felt my hard dick and all the precum I had leaked in there. I heard Hank say, "I brought my old pal Charlie with me. He's into milking cum outta the boys I fuck. Come on over here, Charlie, and have seat under the boy. He's already got a jock full of precum for you." Charlie got under my legs. He was bald, and looked to be about 90, but he moved my jock pouch over and started sucking my cockhead, and milking my shaft with his hand. My precum pumped out onto his lapping tongue. And Charlie exclaimed, "Ah, boy, you've got a sweet tap on you! Give Ol' Chuck all that you've got." Charlie began to suck my dick in ways that encouraged my precum to ooze out for him. I was getting used fully by these old men. Fuck yes! As Hank teased my now open wet hole with what felt like a small hard metal object, Ron pushed the poppers under my nose again. "I'm gonna take this hole, boy," Hank taunted. Again, I inhaled Ron's poppers and my head spun as Hank pushed against my wet hole. "That's it, open up for my raw dick." I felt the hard thing enter my hole and then Hank's hard cock followed. "That's a big P.A. you got on you, Hank. Damn hot!" Ron's cock was in my throat again and he put down the poppers. Hank fucked slow at first. "Damn that's a good hole! How many loads are in 'em?" I felt Phil's cool cum running down my left leg as Hank pumped more cock inside. "Twelve. All mine!" Phil chuckled. "You used your stash. Damn, that's hot! So my load is going to make this an official gangbang breeding of a this hot jock cum whore by us granddads." Little do they know that Hank will only be the second man to ever shoot his sperm load into my hole at all. In my head, I acknowledge that I'm begging for it from a man I haven't even seen before. At that thought, I pumped a good amount of precum into Charlie's mouth and he mmmm'ed. This "faceless" man continued to fuck my hole with the encouragement of Phil and Ron for about 15 minutes. His P.A. was hitting my prostate perfectly and it made me moan and squirm. "I'm close," said Hank. "I'm glad this one's taking loads because there's no way I'm pulling out of this tight hole." Hank came with a yell and I felt the blast hit my gut and warm it. That's when Ron pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Ahhh, I'm going to come soon, but I want that hole." Hank finished unloading in my hole as Ron came around to my ass. Hank pulled his hard cock and P.A. out of my hole and Ron immediately replaced it with his. "Damn, I almost came in his mouth!" Ron lamented. "I need to breed willing young jock ass when I can get it." Ron fucked in and out hard, but then he slowed and I soon felt his cock throb and felt the warmth again. He didn't make any vocal noises. He's a stealther, I've heard. A younger guy pulled me aside at the bar warned me that he got stealthed by the man I was hanging with. He told me that a week prior, Ron had fucked him using one of the five condoms the guy had brought over to Ron’s place. But then Ron asked the guy to stay the night. Early in the morning while the guy was sleeping, Ron had rolled him over and entered him again. The young guy said that he knew that they had talked about using condoms and had done so earlier, so he just assumed Ron would have been a gentleman and put one on before waking him with a cock pushing into his gut. But, Ron had not put on a rubber before the early morning fuck. He just barebacked the guy without telling him and quietly unloaded inside him. I thanked the guy for warning me. But that story had me rock hard. And that is just like how Ron, the third man to ever bareback and breed me, came inside of me… stealthily without a sound. When Ron pulled out of me, Phil pushed his re-erected cock back inside me and asked Charlie if he was getting any cum out of me. He mumbled yes as he sucked and pumped my rock hard dick. As he worked his mouth and tongue on my young, sensitive circumcised cock head, it throbbed and pushed out more precum for him to swallow. While Charlie suckled me, Phil pulled me up to speak in my ear: "Feel my dick and all the sperm inside you, boy? You have four old men using up that sweet jock ass and cock. You like being used, don't you, boy." When he said those words, I felt Charlie suck harder to take more of my precum, I couldn't hold back any longer, I was close. "You let us all take what we want, boy. Let Charlie have your sweet young load." When he said that, I blew my load violently into Charlie's mouth, trembling with my chest once again against railing. My still shoed feet were lifted off the floor as Charlie's upper arms and face pushed my ass up to try get more of my cock in his mouth as he drained me of cum. Charlie kept sucking my sensitive cock head making me squirm while I was bent over, my ass still skewered on Phil's 72-year-old cock. As Charlie saw how I squirmed he only sucked more. As my sensitivity wained, I opened my eyes to see that a hand, probably Hank's, was jacking Charlie off. Phil fucked into my hole and said, "I'm not done with your hole yet, boy, stay put." Phil started to drill my hole again to breed another load into me. But Charlie was cumming now and Hank said, "Shoot your load in my hand, Chuck, and we'll see to it that your load gets inside the boy. That's it, Charlie, give this big beautiful jock boy a big load." Charlie did cum in a huge load that streamed easily into Hank's palm. A minute later, Charlie said he was done cumming and slipped out from under me. Phil pulled his cock out of my ass, and said "Massive load! We gotta get all that inside him." I closed my eyes and felt Charlie's seed being dumped on my hole while some fingers quickly pushed it all just inside my open sphincter. "Fuck yeah! Lube my cock up with it, too. That's it. Here you go, boy." Phil pushed his cock into my hole balls deep and the men cheered. "Fuck yeah! You ever get bred by a 89-year-old cocksucker before, boy? Damn that's good stuff." That made Charlie the fourth man to ever have his sperm up my ass. Phil proceeded to punch fuck my hole with his rigid mushroom-shaped cock head about 100 times and then slammed his full rod all the way into me to unload his second load of his "swimmers" into my hole. The other men left as Phil huffed and puffed over my spent body. After about 15 minutes, he pulled out, and I stood up. "Damn, boy, we fucked you up tonight! Such a sweet hairy, jock ass you're letting us all use here. Here's my number. Text me the next time you want men inside you. I nodded, "Yes, sir," as took the card and pulled up my pants. As I tucked in my jersey, I saw Phil pick up the unopened condoms off the floor. He stuffed them to my back pocket grinning, "Don't forget these, boy," and slapped my ass. My hole felt bruised, wet, and empty in my cab ride back to my place. I got hard thinking about what had just happened to me. Then I immediately got my phone out and texted Phil: Me: "Thanks for the fuck, Daddy. U guys got my bareback cherry back there. Only used condoms before tonight. It was hot! Thx. —Adam" Phil: "Nice! Hank, especially, will like hearing that. Was just on the phone with him. He went on and on about your hole! LOL. Maybe next time, you'll meet him. Anytime, boy. I'm happy to have you …and your bareback cherry."

Good advice so far. I will reiterate - LUBE. Use more than you have ever used for fucking. Reapply as it dries out/gets sticky - you want a slippery, silky feel. Take your time. If you need to stop or change angles or reapply, communicate what you're doing/feeling. When I'm fisting a man, I like to tell him abut his hole opening up and how it feels wrapped around my wrist/forearm. I reassure him when he's anxious, but I stop when he needs me to. It's an incredibly intimate act to fist someone. It requires trust. I make sure to build and strengthen that trust at all times.It's a trade off - I protect him and keep him safe and he lets me gape and stretch his hole and marvel at my handy work! <oink>

the onus is on HIV positive guys to 1. keep regularly taking their tritherapy, 2. Use a condom all the time or divulge their status. This does not encourage people from getting tested, because one you know your status, it's all on you, rejection and all. Additionally, I get the feeling that Michael Johnson was made an example of partially because of the stereotypical fear of the sexually active black gay man. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.nbcnews.com/feature/nbc-out/former-college-wrestler-sentenced-10-years-spreading-hiv-n803956. He was released from prison early, but the fact is that adult M2M people need someone to blame when the act of sex is freeing, but there's a whole lot of responsibility as well.

Visited Club Ottawa last evening. It was very quiet so I didn't expect much. Eventually a short very rotund 50ish guy came in. He seemed very shy and evasive. I couldn't catch his eye. I've had a series of long days lately so went to the play area, spread my towel and lay on my stomach. Feet on the floor, ass offered for whoever. I almost fell asleep but within a minute a tongue was exploring my ass. I moaned my pleasure and the guy really went to town eating my ass and tongue fucking. I assumed it was my traveling companion as he's done this before finding me prone. This went on for quite a pleasurable long time. I finally decided to encourage by reaching back and pulling his face into my ass deeper. It was not my buddies hair but the stubble of a shaved head. I decided to look and it was the short rotund guy and when his face emerged from my ass it had a big grin. Back to eating my ass and tongue fucking and then he stood and moved his stubby hard cock in for my hole. I tried to adjust to help him but it was hard to fit our bodies. I rolled onto my back lifting my legs. He ate my ass some more and then stood and slid on in. I let him know how happy I was. He started looking over his shoulder and told me how nervous he was to have an audience. We moved to my room. Again, I took missionary pose, my ass was generously eaten and then his raw cock moved into my hole. He gave me a great fuck and began to tell me in heavily Quebeqoi accented English that this was his first sex in 10 months. I grabbed his ample butt to encourage his pounding me and encouraged him to 'give me his all'. He ramped it up beautifully and I could tell he was getting close. "Give it to me!", me. Him, "You want me to cum?" "Breed me man, please!" He was soon convulsing and swearing, "Oh my God, 10 months, I forgot this part, so intense, fucking Jesus!" He was sweating like a pig. I held him inside and milked every drop out of his small yet thick cock. He leaned in and gave me a powerful passionate kiss. When he finally pulled out he struggled to regain his balance and wiped the sweat from his brow with his towel. As he was leaving he promised that was only the start, he'd be back. I thanked him and encouraged him to find me later. Last I saw he was getting dressed at his locker and heading out for some food. We left before he returned. By the time I was getting ready for bed I had forgotten about this adventure. When I squatted on the toilet out came his beautiful load and I fell asleep with his grateful French accent ringing in my ears. 10 months!

First time getting spit roasted was in a rest stop. Caught to dads blowing each other in the stalls I showed them my butthole and then all I remember was two uncut cocks taking turns fucking me balls deep without putting on condoms. Part of me knew what I would find going on in there at night which is why I stopped to check the toilets. First guy jizzed in my ass rather quickly and quietly with a soft whimper. But the other guy fucked me like I was his bitch, pushing the first dudes nut deeper inside me, and kept saying he was gonna cum in my pussy, all I could do was moan and whimper because the first guy’s cock was still hard and stuffed so far down my throat that my eyes started tearing up. The guy fucking me starts to buck and as his cock gets very hard as he he moans quite loudly as he’s cumming uncontrollably. I could feel his throbbing cock engorging as he fills me and floods me guys with warm cum. The other guy was so turned on and rock hard as he came down my throat. All this happened in less than 10 mins and before I knew it they pulled their cocks out of me and left me on the floor flooded with their semen from both ends. Their cum tasted and smelled so good. Best rest stop. I only wanted more guys but the place felt pretty empty. Just like my holes.

I am one of those guilty married guys. I can't seem to stop thinking about cock.

I would add (I think it has been referenced elsewhere on here) read up on Project 2025 that should scare anyone into voting for Biden - no mater what I will admit that I was really worried after tge debate… but unless Biden goes willingly- AND with a carefully thought out succession plan in place … it would be a blood bath and while I am old enough to have stayed up late watching the old contested conventions and they were great television but we are not looking for great television…. We need to make sure that Trump is defeated so the Democrats need to get out of their circular firing squad and get behind the president and I get the press … this is really easy fun mastabatoty copy to write as they fantasize about who should or shouldn’t take over …. But if they care they should shut up too

Love sharing assjuices with another bottom. Used to play with someone and I would use a dildo on him and then on myself and keep going back and forth until our DNAs bond

I have five regular fuck buddies. Two single and three married. I've noticed that the three married guys take way bigger risks than myself or my single friends. My main fear with the three married men is that they will eventually catch an STD - then try to blame me. I'm pretty sure none are tested regularly since they claim they only play with 'clean' guys.

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.

I love seeing more married guys getting into gay sex. Especially those that want it RAW! I always went raw when I was married...give or take. Nothing better then guys unloading in each other's ass.

Last night I was part of a group of two bottoms, and two tops. It turned into a session all about our body's juices. Tons of back and forth on the two bottoms--everyone taking a turn cleaning dicks of ass jizz and precum. All four of our holes were licked in the sling or on my rimseat. (I find little hotter than the taste of my ass on another pig's tongue.) I felched the loads...and snowballed them to eager mouths. A really great evening...

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

Chapter 6: Holiday? What Holiday? Three months later, Steve was sitting on a plane bound for Puerta Escapada, a beach and port town on the Caribbean coast of Central America. Daniel had secured a private villa overlooking the beach for a week, courtesy of his anonymous backer, and the entire company could look forward to a comfortable holiday in the sun – between the segments of the shooting schedule. And there was the sticker. Daniel laid down the law the first night at dinner, as soon as everyone arrived. “Welcome to Puerta Escapada. You’ll have seen the sheet of house rules in your rooms, and the big number one there is that the beach is not clothing optional. It’s a shared public beach so bear that in mind. The pool? It’s fine if you want to go natural there. “If you have any questions or issues about the house, the facilities, the meals, speak to Lianne here. She’s our business manager for this company. “We all want to enjoy ourselves, but we are here to work, and we have a lot of work to do in six days. So: two rules. One, if you’re on the schedule, be on time. Don’t hold everyone else up. And two: if you still have one or more scenes to do, no sex. No jacking. No “we can stop in time.” Just don’t. For those who’ve seen Rod Rammer’s films (and here he gestured to his famous leading man), that’s the secret of his huge money shots. Everyone is to produce money shots like his – if they want to get paid, that is. Any questions?” No, there were no questions. Dinner was a silent meal. There were a couple of guys in the cast who were famous (read “notorious”) for leaping into bed with every man who crossed their path, and they looked downright sullen. As they were leaving after dinner, Steve heard one of them muttering to the other. It sounded remarkably like “fucking dictator.” He guessed that, in a different environment, closer to home, those two would have just said, “Fuck this,” and walked away. Here, it wasn’t so simple. Besides, it was hard for young gay guys to resist a cheap holiday in the sun in deluxe conditions, with a pay packet thrown in. Daniel’s cast might grumble, but they would deliver the goods all right. For the first full day, there was no filming scheduled. Everyone had fun relaxing in the ocean, and sunning around the pool. On Day Two, it was time to get to work – and Steve’s scene with a snooty blond Scandinavian twink named Erik was the first to roll. Erik had no worries about taking Steve’s famous spear. He’d sat on several of the most famous big dicks in porndom and was looking forward to the chance to add Rod Rammer to his list. Not only was he sure of his ability, he’d made sure that everyone else knew about it. Erik turned out to be one of those good-looking porn performers who was certain that everyone shared his own magnificent opinion of his abilities in bed. He just knew that this would be the film to make him famous, and he made sure everyone else knew it too. By this time, Steve had been around long enough that he was no longer impressed merely by the fact that an ass that could swallow up anything shy of a city bus. Something else that didn’t impress him was Erik’s “I’m going to be the star” attitude. He’d met a few too many guys with that attitude during his years of porn work. He decided to teach the young upstart a lesson. But he checked with Daniel first to make sure the boss was okay with his little plan. This was an outdoor scene, filmed in and around the pool. Steve had brought his own swimsuit, since he’d had to shop widely to find a design which could comfortably accommodate his dick – even soft, it took up an impressive amount of room. Erik was wearing a slender, little G-string with the connecting strings tied in cute little bows. The scene started with the two men making out in the water, and a lot of underwater camera work courtesy of one of the cameramen, Eddie, who was an expert free diver in his “real” (non-porn) life. Eddie captured the action under the water in a series of impressively long takes, including the one where Erik fished Steve’s rammer out of his suit and began sucking it under water, and then the next one where Steve untied Erik’s suit, pulled it right off him, and got two fingers inside his ass, all in the space of two minutes. When they climbed out of the pool, they took a breather while Eddie dried off and ditched his underwater camera and battery housings, then they got down to work again. Erik was down on the broad lounger bed on all fours, facing the edge. Steve stood at the edge and commanded Erik to “suck my cock, slut.” Erik took the rammer into his mouth and began sucking on it. Privately, Steve rated his cock-sucking skills at no more than a six out of ten, but he shut his mind to that and concentrated on the sensations. Erik was only managing to get half of Steve’s cock into his throat but that was enough. Before long, Steve could feel the cum starting to rise. He formed a mental picture of his old buddy Matteo who’d eventually managed to deep-throat him all the way, as well as being the first guy who’d ever taken his entire dick deep inside his ass. Matteo had been an incredible cocksucker, and just picturing him at work did the trick. Erik was sure Steve would stop, since he was subject to Daniel’s strictures about money shots too. But Steve didn’t stop. He clamped his hands on either side of Erik’s head, pulled him right down on that huge cock to the choking point, and let his four-day load fly. Locked in place, Erik could only do his best to gulp and swallow. But his best wasn’t good enough to cope with a Rod Rammer Ten-Squirts Money Shot. He was struggling, choking, and finally had to use his hands to push Steve away. Steve casually wiped the last couple of squirts all over his face and then stood there, watching impassively, as Erik coughed and sputtered and finally swallowed the rest of that massive load. Daniel had a huge smile on his face at the sight. He called a break so that Erik could get over the choking, coughing fit before they resumed. Erik disappeared inside to the bathroom for a while and was still notably red-faced when he returned. Will and Eddie, the cameramen, had caught on to the vibe and razzed him about being sunburned. Just before they restarted, Erik quietly asked Steve, “Why the fuck didn’t you warn me you were going to shoot?” Steve’s reply was equally quiet, but with a distinct cutting edge. “I figured that you, being such a big star, could handle it with no trouble.” And Erik got the message, loud and clear, especially when he saw Daniel grinning at him and tossing Steve a thumbs-up gesture. At that his face got even redder, and Daniel said, “Bit too much sun on your face, Erik?” After that, the young blond’s behaviour and attitude noticeably improved, and Steve found that the fucking scene, when they got to it, went far better than he’d expected. He enjoyed the fact that Erik was skilled at working his ass on his top’s cock and could even do it when he had almost all of Steve’s huge ramrod inside him. He reacted to Steve’s every thrust and twist and gave the most convincing performance when Steve was lying on top of his back and thrusting again and again deep into his ass. Eventually, Steve was ready to cum and signalled that to the crew and Erik. Then he began pounding faster and faster, with Erik now taking the whole length inside his hole, and at last growled and let it fly. He pumped a couple of shots in, pulled out to blow a couple more across Erik’s cheeks, and then shoved back in to let the last pulses flow into the younger guy’s ass. It wasn’t his usual monumental cum shot, but for a second time in a session it was certainly much more than just respectable. The same could not be said of James and his performance with Daniel that afternoon. James was one of the slutty soreheads who had called Daniel a “fucking dictator” two days earlier, and he proved to be a real loser at his job too. He fussed and fumed about “getting the angle right”, then let out a loud cry when Daniel gave him the first really deep thrust with his nine Hawaiian inches. He pulled away and jumped off the bed. “I can’t do this if you’re going to fuck me hard enough to hurt like that.” Daniel’s response was simple and straightforward. “Point taken. Goodbye. Lianne will rebook you on the first flight out tomorrow morning.” After James had left in a pouting huff, Daniel had observed to Steve, “Good thing I didn’t pair him up with you.” “I’ve had a couple of experiences with whining little boys like that myself.” That left a gaping hole in the plans for the film, a hole which would have to be patched with an extra session back in Los Angeles. In the meantime, the crew got an unexpected extra afternoon of goof-off time, an afternoon which Steve spent serenely relaxing by the pool while Daniel fussed and fumed and sputtered. Steve, watching him, thought, This man is driven by his need. He needs to make someone eat dirt and I think I know who it is. Steve spent the rest of the week resting up, relaxing, swimming, working out, and generally getting into the right mind frame for his final scene, the big duo with Daniel. He knew that this one was a secret from the rest of the crew and with any luck it would remain so until the finished product was ready for release. Although he missed most of the filming sessions, he did want to sit in and watch the one where Erik would switch to the top role, with the baby of the company, twenty-one-year-old Pablo, as his bottom. As he watched Erik switching smoothly into a more dominant mode, Steve thought to himself inside that this guy actually had a lot of potential. He could act well even while he was fucking, and that couldn’t be said about everyone by a long shot. He made a mental note to keep Erik’s name in mind. Pablo was doing a great job, too, squirming around as Erik drove his seven inches into his tight ass again and again. Unlike many porn performers, Pablo really was a relative newcomer to getting fucked, and the tightness of his gleaming rounded ass was real, not a put-on. Steve envied the young Mexican who was getting such a thorough reaming of his asscunt, and then to his surprise he found that watching this fuck scene was giving him a hard-on. At that, he quietly got up and left the viewing room, going down for a long walk on the beach to unwind and calm down. On the final day, the last main scene was an orgy of the five younger guys on the shoot, and it took a good part of the day to cover it all because so many camera angles were needed. Daniel directed the entire scene with a firm but light hand, while Steve stayed clear to keep his mind clear. On the last night at dinner, as the guys exchanged their travel notes, one of them asked Steve, “You flying out tomorrow too?” “No. My flight’s early the next day, so I’m moving down to a small hotel near the airport for tomorrow night.” The last of the guys cleared out in the morning, taking their bags down to the shuttle van that was delivering them all to the airport. Daniel, in his usual methodical way, wanted to check out the entire villa in person, making sure there was no damage done anywhere. Then he and Steve grabbed their bags, and Lianne drove them to the hotel by the airport. She was the only one who knew what was going on. They spent an hour or so in the afternoon, setting up cameras and lights – without the help of Will and Eddie. Even those two weren’t in on the secret. Due to the lack of crew, Daniel wanted this to be as much as possible a single long take covering the entire scene, and the cameras were placed to make that possible. At last they were ready. They showered off together, helping each other get hard and ready. Then they slipped on their shorts, started the cameras, and the scene was a go. As soon as they started, Steve forgot all about the cameras in his concentration. Daniel was deeply involved in the scene, too, and that made it easy for the two of them to look as if there was something more going on than just sex for money. Both of them were being forceful, going for what they wanted, and that made it hard to guess just who was going to end up on top. Steve, in fact, was the first to go for sucking cock, and thoroughly enjoyed himself going down repeatedly on Daniel’s thick meat. But then, Daniel pulled away, pushed Steve down onto the bed, and climbed on top of him in the sixty-nine position. The two of them worked on each other’s cocks for a while, with Steve getting all of the Hawaiian Nine into his mouth, while Daniel pulled a more than respectable ten of Rod Rammer’s thirteen into his own throat. After a while, though, it was Daniel who upped the stakes as he dropped his head lower to start eating Steve’s ass. In no time, the two of them were going full throttle at rimming each other, moving around a bit to make sure that both ends of the pair got seen by the cameras. Daniel was just as conscious of that need as Steve was – not conscious enough to interfere with the scene vibe, but still a thread in each of their minds. Before long, Steve was quivering. He loved to eat ass, but he loved even more to have his ass eaten, and a part of him was wishing Daniel would fuck him instead. But that wasn’t in the script, either for the scene they’d planned or for the character of Rod Rammer. At least the Hawaiian Nine had bottomed on film before. Time for Steve to take charge. He heaved Daniel up and off him, throwing the Hawaiian stud over onto his back. Steve reared up onto his knees, looming over Daniel with his glistening cock flashing in the light as it jutted into the air. Daniel pulled his legs up, exposing his ass, while Steve was opening the bottle of lube and applying it to his cockhead, then the shaft, and then into Daniel’s hole, first with one finger and then with two. It was time. Steve withdrew his hand and planted the tip of the famous Rammer on the Hawaiian Nine’s quivering hole. The hole relaxed, drawing him in, and he entered the tunnel. His cock sank slowly but easily in for the first eight inches or so, but then he encountered resistance. It was plain that Daniel had never been fucked by anything this long before, and he was moving around under Steve, shifting his ass from side to side or up and down – until something inside him moved out of the way and Steve was able to slowly push all the rest of his cock inside Daniel’s ass. Daniel was gasping for air, and it wasn’t an act. He’d never been stretched this much or filled this far, and his butt muscles were fighting it. Steve could feel the strength of those muscles clamping down on him, and he held still, planting his hands firmly on either side of Daniel’s chest and waiting for the strain to relax. At last, the muscles began to ease their death grip, and Steve was able to begin pumping, slowly but steadily increasing his speed. The cameras caught all the details as Steve’s cock plundered Daniel’s ass, faster and faster, going right inside to the full length, pulling right out until even the rim of the head was showing, and then plunging all the way back down and in again. Then, Steve pulled out, rolled Daniel over, and pulled him up onto his hands and knees. Pushing back in, Steve continued his battering ram assault on Daniel’s fuckhole, moving faster and faster with every minute that passed. He grabbed Daniel by the shoulders and pulled him up into an upright position. Daniel arched his back, leaving a clear air space between their bodies between the hips and the shoulders, and Steve pounded into him harder and harder, until they could both feel that the moment was coming. And it happened. Daniel arched even more, roared out the words, “Aw, fuck!” and quivered as his cock lifted up and squirted a huge burst of sperm into the air in front of him, falling in a graceful arc back down onto the floor beside the bed. His cock kept leaping up and down, spurting more and more as Steve hammered out the last few strokes and erupted deep inside his ass, pulling out to shoot a few bolts of cum onto his deep-tanned cheeks, and then pushed back in to finish off deep inside his partner’s body. The two of them collapsed onto the bed together, with Steve lying on top of Daniel and nuzzling his shoulder and neck. Eventually, they detached, got up, and switched off the cameras and the lights. Daniel made a spectacular sight, with his muscled body, his erect cock, and the final bits of sperm trailing down his legs as he checked the cameras one by one, just to make sure that they had actually run and captured the entire scene. The two of them showered off, pulled on swimsuits, and went downstairs for a relaxing swim in the outdoor pool (which felt more like a hot tub in the tropical heat). Then Daniel set up his laptop to copy the video files for backup. That night, the two porn stars slept peacefully together. Steve in particular was feeling very satisfied. He’d managed to persuade Daniel that he wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to return the favour, and Daniel had then joined the very short and exclusive list of men who had fucked Rod Rammer. It had taken a bit of work to get the Hawaiian Nine inside Steve’s willing but rarely fucked ass, but it was worth the effort. Daniel had given Steve a great powerhouse reaming that Steve would remember for a long time, and Steve had slept in deep contentment with a big load of the Hawaiian Nine’s seed nestled deep inside his body.

Haven't been to many orgies as standalone parties/events, but when things get crowded and busy in the sauna I guess that's basically the same thing - so dogpile for me, every time. A cherished early memory of mine is a club there used to be here, Ken's at Kensington - sadly gone now, building was sold or something - where there was a darkroom that was a kind of narrow L-shape, pretty deep from the entry/exit to the back, but not much more than a metre wide as best I recall it, it was properly dark every time I was there so I never got a good look at it. Friday nights sometimes it'd get super busy in there, almost wall to wall men, most leaving their towels outside - good behaviour from everyone any time I was there, I have to say, no shoving, it could be a tight squeeze but if you went to wiggle your way deeper, or towards the exit, people would shuffle around to make room for you, there always seemed to be people slowly moving in or out so you'd never get stuck where you were, unless you wanted to stay put. Probably hell if you're claustrophobic, but I loved it. The first time I summoned up the nerve to go in towelless and not move away from any cock I felt pressing up from behind, it was a revelation, being half bent over in that press of men, basically immobilised by sweaty bodies so long as I wasn't trying to move, no idea who I was touching or who was touching me or fucking me - I've never really spent much time looking at those comics with the tentacle monsters, but that must be what it'd feel like, just suspended in the middle of a mass of men with cocks sliding in and out as they please. Good times.

I use an app for my iPhone called Bigger Blacker Book. It’s very configurable for a lot of detail, and summarizes the data by category. It also allows you to keep a note about individual encounters and partners. In other words, a handy little fucking database.

PART 2 My sexual reverie was interrupted when I heard footsteps in the hallway coming towards us. I looked at Ken, but he didn’t seem to care at all! Three men entered the room and stood watching as Ken continued sliding his thick cock in and out of my hungry hole. I guessed from his total lack of concern that these guys were expected! Without missing a stroke, he told me, “It’s OK, Baby! These are good friends of mine. I’ve known them for YEARS. The guy with the beard is Bill. Adam’s the red-head and the guy with the tats all over…we call him Bikerman. They’re all in my AIDS Support Group. We get together once a week and exchange massages, part of our healthy living program. If we’re lucky, like tonight, I’ll have a hot bottom like you, naked on the table, ready to fuck!” The one named Adam called out, “Yo, Kenny! Looks like you found another poz slut to re-charge.” Ken laughed! “Even better than that, boys! This one’s NEGATIVE…at least until we’re done with him! Go ahead and get undressed, guys! I’m getting ready to shoot!” His friends didn’t need to be told twice. They quickly disrobed. The first thing I noticed was that they were all uncut. Their ample cocks were swelling rapidly, all pointing towards ME, each one bobbing and wagging! The second thing I saw was that Bikerman wasn’t the only one sporting tattoos. Adam had an angry-looking scorpion tat on his left shoulder. Bill had a modest Biohazard tat below his belly button and Bikerman…he had tats all over, but I couldn’t miss that big red plus sign with the words “HIV POZ” right there on his cock. Ken could sense that I was getting nervous. He said, “Hush now, Baby! We do this all the time. Just take my fuck! Pretty soon I’m gonna put my AIDS Babies in you! Are you ready for my GIFT? Knocking you up with these guys watching…that’s such a turn-on!” “But…!” I blurted. My words were muffled as he slid his hand over my mouth. “Quiet now! You just go back to enjoying what I’m doing to you! Just imagine how much of my toxic pre-cum is already coating your fuck hole!” I thought about what Ken had said and he was right! His virus was probably already working its way into my system. At this point, more loads weren’t gonna hurt, would they? And he was right about another thing. His dick action, that insistent in and out motion, was making my body deliriously happy. If the other three could fuck even half as well as Ken did, then I was about to enter paradise! “Adam! Come over her and stick your dick in his mouth. That should help him to relax and quiet him down a bit.” Adam’s organ was half hard when it slid past my lips but it expanded rapidly. I wanted to protest, but his penis, filling my mouth and thrusting down my throat, effectively silenced me. Bill wanted to know, “What’s he trying to say?” Bikerman sneered and said, “Maybe he’s begging for more. Is that it? You want all of us fucking our toxic poz cum into you?” When I heard those words, I lost control. My cock erupted for the second time, helplessly spurting out sticky fluid between Ken’s belly and mine. Bikerman sneered! “Yeah…he wants it all right! He wants it BAD!” The other two just snickered. Ken suddenly picked up his pace. “Here it comes,” he groaned.” Fuck! HERE IT COMES!” Soon, he was blasting his dirty seed deep within my interior. As we lay there catching our breath, Ken continued to churn away inside me, working his cum ever deeper. “Can you feel it inside of you?” he asked. “Can you feel my virus flooding your insides? Right now, my babies are swimming around in there, overwhelming your defenses…starting to multiply.” He kissed me passionately one more time and finally pulled out of me and got down from the table. Right on cue, Bill clambered up, got between my legs and mounted me. “Fuck, that feels so hot… I LOVE sloppy seconds!” With that, he pushed in and started fucking me with the same slow and steady rhythm that Ken had used. He was in no hurry. In fact, none of them were. It was all about using my body for their pleasure, finding fertile ground in order to plant their dirty seed. They made sure not to waste any cum in my mouth. They saved every lethal load for my well-plowed ass. As soon as one would spend his seed in me, the next was ready to enter me. We must have been there for 2 or 3 hours. They kept on using me, cumming inside of me repeatedly, telling me how their dirty seed was infecting me as they fucked it into me. I was just a hole…a hole for cock and viral sperm! When they finally finished, I just lay there exhausted. Toxic cum slowly oozed out of my ass. My own ass juice coated my lips and was dripping from my chin. Ken’s friends cleaned themselves up and as they were leaving, Adam called out, “Yo, B! Think we knocked this one up tonight?” Bikerman swaggered over, looked down at me and squeezed my balls. “If I were you, buddy, I wouldn’t mention this to anyone. If you do, we’ll just say it was all your idea!” The three of them laughed at that, trooped out the door, down the hall and out into the night. Ken handed me a towel. “So…Cliff…you came in for a massage…ended up being the bottom for a poz gangbang? Pretty hot, huh? I thought you did GREAT tonight! Took it all like a CHAMPION! How many loads did you end up with anyway? 11? 12? More?” He continued, “I bet you’ll sero-convert. You know…turn HIV-positive like the rest of us. No telling though. To be completely sure, you’d have to come back for more of the same until you test positive?” In a shaky voice, I heard myself say, “Same time, next week?”

Love the cross-thread to your other story containing Hawaiian Nine. Well done. And of course, this story is just as damn hot!! Cheers and thanks for the writing(s).

I'm with you on this. I know I've been fucking raw Holes for decades, which has been / is my goal. I don't get why the minute* details of each fuck is important enough to be recorded. It's the next fuck that's more important - not the already-accomplished ones. But, to each his own, right? *(my-nute)

Great advice. I would add that a fisting session is all about communication. Bottoms are in charge. " Stop, " "slow down," "give me a minute," "ready for more," "harder...." are all things tops need to hear and follow. It is his hole--he is in charge!

Yeah, I usually only top and maybe I’ll take a cock a couple of times a year and only by hyper masculine men. I’ve known Hamish for about 18 months and I’ve always admired his penis. His balls are heavy and the base is so fucking thick. When he’s hard his cock rears up and points to the roof. I’ve sucked him off a few times and he pumps out an amazing load - thick, tasty and tons of it. He’s been after fucking my hole for ages. I’ve been reluctant but he kept on about stretching my ass over his entire cock and blasting his seed deep in my guts. I had to try it. His only condition was that he needed to force every inch of his shaft inside me and wouldn’t pull out until he shot his sperm deep in my hole. As you read above, it was a struggle but he made me take every inch and he loaded me. I’ll have to back to sucking him dry until my ass recovers.

I just started using this and I love it so far. Is there a way to customize it so it doesn’t even ask me if I used a condom? I know you can add things but I don’t know if you can remove them. I haven’t figured that out yet. Also what is the “Challenge Rating?” Do you use it? How do you use it?

Oh and I forgot to mention that I met my first boyfriend after I moved to San Francisco in 1995 in the back room of the old My Place bar (aka THE My Place, to distinguish it from your apartment). B and I dated for about 9 months and are still friends. He was the first person introduce me to fisting, though I never took his huge paw in my hole. He did take me to a fisting party where I first took a hand. Hilariously even after we broke up, B maintained a relationship with, of all people, my mother. They continued to exchange christmas cards until Mom died in 2017. Sometimes you meet the good people in the lowest places. 😉

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!

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!

Private message is often a good way to do it. But I've never done it with a group, always with one guy at the time. I enjoy verbal a lot, and would love to try with several other guys too. And why not voice messages or calls soon

Can't do it in Portland, so have to do it every time I get the chance. Just finished a session with 5 other versatile guys where we swapped ass juices with each other (I don't think anyone came). On the rare occasions you can get group play like that started in Portland, at least one guy will insist that dicks be washed between holes. Even when we had a bath with a darkroom, someone would always kill the mood by loudly demanding the tops shower before switching to his hole. That is possibly as big of a mood killing infraction as entering the darkroom loudly announcing that they don't fuck.

Well, can't stop what I've never done in the first place. But if I'm still amongst the living, I'll damn well VOTE against them. Even if it's only out of a desire for self-preservation, we need to vote Straight Ticket Democratic in November. The down-ballot positions are just as important as the big, national positions.

Surprise! You get another one right away! 😘 ------------------------------------------ We regained our balance, and I hugged Eddie hard from behind, my cock still lodged inside him. We all looked at each other, smiled and started laughing from the intensity of it all, and the somewhat absurd situation we were in. - “Wow, this is one hell of a clinic!”, Vince said, smiling from ear to ear. - “It sure is baby. I got the same very warm welcome earlier today.” - “That explains the wet stains I saw in your underwear earlier…”, he said and winked at me. - “Yeah, they gave me a few loads. I’m surprised I’ve been able to hold them in all day.” - “Don’t forget the load you swallowed at your subway station.”, Anthony said and smiled as he pulled his cock out of Vince while milking out the last drops of cum. - “The what now?”, Vince said looking surprised. - “I’ll tell you later…”, I said, pulled out of Eddie and sat down in a chair catching my breath. - “Uhm, I haven’t cum yet!”, Matt said and flipped Vince over on his back, pulled him to the edge of the bed and adjusted the height so that he could fuck him in the perfect angle. - “Also… I have a really dirty, nasty, kinky, surprise for you if you want it, Vince.”, he continued and walked over to a cupboard. He opened it and took out a vial of blood. - “This is some really potent poz blood that a colleague of mine took from one of his clients earlier today. I want to fuck it into your ass. Deep into your ass. Do you want it?”. Anthony looked at the vial with hunger in his eyes while giving it a little shake, jerking his huge cock with his other hand. Vince looked at me, looking a bit scared but also excited, as if to get my approval. I quietly nodded to him and licked my lips. My cock was getting hard again, and I was again feeling a bit jealous, wanting Matt to fuck that poz blood into me as well. Vince turned to Matt again: - “Yes. Do it. Fuck me with that poz blood! Fuck it in me deep! Split me open with that huge cock and rub my insides with that poz blood, massaging it into me, making it enter my bloodstream and be a part of me forever!” Vince seemed manic. His eyes wide open and his gaze intense. I had never seen him like this before and it was a bit scary. He was usually very quiet and timid, but the lust had made him change into a predator, hungry for cock, hungry for poz loads, hungry for the virus. Matt lifted Vinces’ ass up as high as possible, pulled the cork out of the vial with his teeth and inserted the open end in Vinces’ ass. The red liquid flowed into him and soon the vial was empty, save for some residue on the inside of the glass. He pulled it out and Vince clenched his ass as hard as he could to make sure nothing leaked out as he was lowered back onto the table. Matt threw the empty vial on the bed and positioned his huge cock at Vinces’ opening, ready to enter. I picked up the vial and poured one last drop of blood onto my finger, then promptly stuck that finger inside me to at least get a small sample of what my husband was getting. Before returning the vial to the table next to the bed, I looked a bit closer at the label. It had a biohazard symbol, the letters HIV+, and a name. It said “Anthony”. Shocked, I looked at Anthony and said: - “Did you know?”, then I handed the vial over to Anthony who looked at the label. - “No! What the fuck! I was wondering why they took so much blood from me! Do you do this to all your patients?” - “Just the cute ones.”, Matt said, smiled and rubbed his pre-cum over Vinces’ hole. - “I guess you’re Anthony then?”, Eddie said and stuck his hand out to greet him. - “I am. Nice to meet you. We didn’t really have time to get introduced as I was in a hurry to unload…”, Anthony said with a laugh. Anthony, Eddie and I sat down on the chairs, jerking our cocks to enjoy the show. Matt asked Vince if he was ready, and as Vince nodded, he started to push himself into my husbands’ blood and cum filled hole. Vinces’ eyes rolled back into his head with pain, as Matts’ beer can thick cock started to rip into him. Matt didn’t stop. He wanted to tear up Vinces’ insides so that the blood and the poz loads would be able to enter him without any resistance. Vince, however stoic, was showing signs of intense pain, and tears were starting to roll from his eyes. I pulled my chair up closer, took his hand, kissed his tears away and said: - “You can do it baby! It’ll soon be over! I love you so much!” - “I can’t! The pain is just too much!”, he cried. “But I want it so fucking bad. I need it! You must finish inside me, but the pain! You’re a doctor, can’t you just sedate me or something?”, he continued. - “Eddie? What to you think?”, Matt said, looking at the doctor, still fucking Vince without missing a beat, not giving a fuck about the pain he was inflicting. Eddie got up from the chair, still naked and with his hard cock dripping pre-cum. He walked over to a cabinet and took out a gas mask attached to a tube, then connected the tube to a thing in the wall and turned a knob. Gas started hissing out. He put the mask to his own face first, took a deep breath and wheezed “Fuck, I love this…”, then put his cock in the mask to smear his pre-cum on the inside before putting it over Vinces’ mouth and nose. - “This will make the pain go away and will make you want even more than you’re already getting. Take deep breaths!” Vince took deep breaths and soon he was starting to relax and really enjoying the ride, moaning and begging for more. Doctor Eddie, riding on his nitrous high, opened a bag he had under his desk and pulled out a big butt plug that he placed on the chair and then sat down on with a moan. He watched Matt fucking Vince while jerking off. Vince reached up to Matts’ nipples and started pinching them and told Matt to squeeze his balls. Matt was taking his time, and Vince was getting impatient. His begging turned to shouting demands at Matt; “HARDER! DEEPER! FASTER! SQUEEZE MY BALLS HARDER! BREED ME! POZ ME!”. The nipple pinching turned to violent squeezing and twisting, and Matt was squeezing Vinces’ balls hard, trying to return the pain that he was getting. We onlookers could tell that Matt was hurting quite a bit. Matt put himself into an even higher gear and pounded away with all he had until he exploded inside Vince with a roar that could surely be heard through the entire building. He was shaking, as load after load was pumping out him and into Vince. For a moment I thought he was going to pass out as he looked pale and almost blue in the face, but after a few deep breaths he returned to pink and steadied himself. Vince pulled the gas mask off and let it fall to the floor, then took some deep breaths of fresh air to return to normal. - “That was fucking incredible. But don’t pull out yet, I don’t think I can close myself up just yet! I don’t have control over my hole.”, he said. - “If I could I’d stay in you forever. Your ass is incredible!”, Matt said lovingly.

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

Here's a fun one of who I call the bathhouse douche attendant.

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

Got a load from a package delivery guy this morning. I was hosting on Sniffles when I got a message from a Top saying he was in my neighborhood needing some help with a stiffy. A twentysomething arrived and gave me a hot "prime" load. Gave him my # if he ever needed relief in the future.

I have downloaded the Bigger Blacker Book app and it is what I have been looking for. I was using an excel spreadsheet. It will make it easier to notify regulars should I pick any up.......

It was this knowledge that kept me coming back to fucking men. I only met one woman who wanted ass-fucking all the time but even that was never as good as pumping my cum into another man's ass. Men suck dick much better too.

As if there had been a signal that I could not hear, the room was suddenly empty, and I found myself alone on the bench. I stood up, exited, and went around the corner to where the booths were, stepped inside my favorite one that has glory holes on three sides, closed the door behind me and hung my towel on the hook by the door. The glory hole to the left was towards another booth that was empty. The hole in the middle was towards the dark room, and I knew that was empty as well. The hole to the right was to another booth, and I could see someone moving in there. He had seen me too and presented an open mouth in the hole. Oh well, the others were empty so I guess getting my cock sucked would be better than nothing, so I stuck my soft cock in the mouth in the hole, flipped my ball sack over the partition as well and just pushed my entire body against the wall as the guy started sucking. Another deep hit of my poppers while just relaxing and letting him do all the work, slowly making me hard again. He grabbed my nuts and started gently squeezing them as he worked on my shaft. I love a bit of CBT, so I told him -"Harder on the nuts...". He heard me and gave them a good squeeze and my response was a loud moan and a flex of my cock, pushing out a gob of pre cum to the cocksucker’s delight. More poppers, more ball squeezing, and a warm wet mouth around my cock, I was really starting to enjoy this, but I really didn't want to cum yet, so I wasn't too displeased when the guy stopped sucking and let go of my cock. However, two seconds later his hole was engulfing my cock instead. He fucked himself onto me as I remained in position. My balls were still on the other side of the wall, and every time he pushed back his ass also pushed against my nuts, putting them in a sort of vice between the wall and his body. As good as all this was, his ass was a bit too loose and didn't provide enough pleasure for me, so I started softening and slipped out of him. He resumed sucking and cleaning my cock properly. I could hear noises from the booth on the other side, so I took a chance, turned around, pushed my ass against the hole where the cocksucker was, bent over and investigated the hole on the other side. The cocksucker started fucking me with his tongue, which was very nice, and I could see a huge cock appearing in the hole in front of my face. This was a small booth, so I had no trouble staying with my ass pushed against one hole, while sucking the cock in the other. The cock sucker replaced his tongue with a rather short but very fat cock, stretching my hole out nicely, as I sucked the ever-growing huge cock in front of me. Pig heaven is how I would describe being taken from both ends like this. All that was missing was a fire underneath, and I would've been a real roasted pig. A few minutes of this and the cock I was sucking were at full attention, as big as some of my favorite dildos. The cock sucker, now ass fucker, blasted off what seemed to be a huge load in my ass. When he pulled out, I could feel it running down the back of my thighs. While I was turning around, I scooped up what I could, lubed the huge cock and started impaling myself on it. Holy fuck it was big. It must've been at least 25 cm long and as thick as one of those huge cans of hairspray I used back in the 90's. I would know, since I actually built myself a homemade dildo from one of those cans when I lived at home and was too young to procure real sex toys. The poppers bottle would come in handy now. I pushed back against the cock and felt him back away along with it, pulled my ass cheeks apart and planted my ass firmly against the partition. A deep hit of the poppers bottle and I could feel the familiar warmth and rush as my body relaxed and the cock slowly slipping into me, deeper and deeper. In front of me the cock that just fucked me appeared and I didn't hesitate one second opening my mouth, taking it in and savor the taste of cock, cum and ass on it.

Of course. The cum getting pushed inside of him with every thrust plunging down. But wait Tommy was clenching to keep the cum out, so of course he was totally fine, absolutely no risk at all, right? 😈

Taking a load through a glory hole is the ultimate act of submission. You are reducing yourself to a hole for a man to cum inside. And it doesn't matter what he looks like, his status, his age, he has a cock that needs a place to cum, and you're it. I can remember the times I would be blowing a guy and he'd let me get him hard, then he'd pull out of the glory hole because he wasn't ready to cum yet. I'd whirl around and offer my hole. Sometimes they would leave, but when they changed their mind and pushed their cock into me, I was filled with joy. And their load shortly after that. So satisfying. The only thing that comes close is being in a booth with a man, sucking his cock, and he pulls you up, turns you around, forces you to bend over and just shoves his cock into you. No questions, no consent, he knows what you are, and he uses you. Sometimes they'd let me clean off their cock before they put it away, sometimes not. I always stayed on the floor at their feet so they would know I knew my place in the hierarchy. I never came while I was still at the ABS. I didn't want to lose my edge and step out of the booth to encounter a good sperm donor, or one of my regulars. Saturday afternoons were great for relieving married men of the tension of not getting sex at home, and a lot of them came to the ABS week after week. Often they'd want a repeat with me because they knew I'd do a good job, wouldn't give up if they were having difficulty, and surrendered all power to them.

Part 2 About two weeks later, I couldn't get that silver daddy, Phil, out of my mind. His cock was perfect, and his words made me feel like he was in control. So I texted him: Me: "Hey, sir. This is Adam. My hole is feeling pretty empty today. Think you could fill it up?" Phil: "You bet, boy. Get your butt over here around 4. I'm going to invite Hank over, too. I promised him. When I told him you had never barebacked before that night, his one-word response was: 'Jackpot!'" Me: Sounds cool. See you at 4. As I took the bus over to Phil’s place, the idea that I had given my hole up to these older men had my head a in spin. My dick got hard as I was distracted in my thoughts. Today was a warm day, so I wore a tank top and my shiny blue work out shorts, material so thin that a hard on cannot hide. When I came out of trance, a younger gay kid across the aisle had a big grin on his face. He nodded a hello, and I turned red and half smiled back. Underneath, I wore a clean white jock. I was hoping that I'd spend the night with Phil, and get more of his cock and sperm up my ass. As I stood in the apartment building hall, Phil answered the door in a robe. "Get that ass in here, boy." I walked in and he closed the door behind us. He then pulled me against his body from behind and I felt his hard cock push against the crack of my ass. His hands groped my crotch and dick through the thin satiny fabric of my shorts. "Strip down to your jock and get on all fours on my bed." I did as Phil demanded and felt a bit cold and exposed this way on Phil's bed. Phil soon entered the room with a jar of Vaseline and a lube shooter that I guessed was full of his sperm again. Phil told me to spread my legs more, and then proceeded to finger my hole with the petroleum jelly. "I can't believe you let us just bareback you like that last time. Were you sore?" "Just for a few days," I answered. "I am not using my sperm to lube you up just yet. It needs to thaw for a bit, and Hank wants to try fucking without all the cum this time. He's on his way over now, and I promised him your hole this afternoon. I'll just be out doing some errands while he's using you." "Yes, sir," I complied as Phil's finger finished lubing my hole. "He's completely turned on by your lack of experience being barebacked, and wants his load in your tight hole as often as possible. Oh, he wants you blindfolded, too." Phil then covered my eyes with a dark cloth and tied a knot at the back of my head. "I'll be taking that asshole of yours all night, don't worry." I heard the door to the apartment open. "He's here. Do what he wants, okay, boy?" "Yes, sir." I heard Phil leave the room and tell Hank to have a good time. The bedroom door opened and I heard Hank close it and lock it. "Hey, boy. Am I glad to see you again!" As he moved to the bed, I could hear the unmistakable swoosh and squeak sound of leather. And I could smell the smoky musk of it, too. Hank got on the bed and mounted himself over me. He bit my ear as a soft leather mound brushed against my jock-strapped ass. "Have Charlie and I got a surprise for you!" I closed my eyes under the blindfold as Hank, whose face is still a mystery to me, taunted me with a new proposition. "When Phil texted me that you were coming over, I sent Charlie to the bathhouse to collect some random loads this afternoon. Charlie scored six used condoms, tied them off, and gave them to me. Those six condoms are right here in my pocket, boy!" Hank roughly bucked his leather covered mound against my hole. "And I've got a pair of scissors in my other pocket, boy. Let's get started." Hank then put some sort of leather gag on my mouth and whispered, "By the way, Phil claims you as his, but he doesn't need to know about these random loads. Now put that big chest of yours down against the bed; but keep that newbie cum hole up in the air." I did, my hole completely vulnerable to Hank. I heard more leather rustling and then a metallic snip of the scissors. I then felt the anonymous sperm of someone's bathhouse condom pour onto my hole. "So fucking hot, boy. Phil told me you're new to barebacking?" I nodded. "Good answer. I love nothing more than loading up a new young hole." Oh, god! I thought to myself: I'm gonna get some anonymous guys' cum loads pushed into my hole! A second snip of the scissors, and I felt a second load as it coated my hole. These would be the fifth and sixth men, total strangers from a bathhouse, breeding my hole. "Okay, let's start with these." Hank then unsnapped what I think was his soft leather cod piece, because the next thing I felt was his P.A. teasing my hole. "Did you bring any condoms this time, boy?" I swallowed hard and shook my head. "Well, lucky me. I brought my own." He laughed, "Always wear protection, boy," he mocked. I then heard him open a wrapper. A condom—now?, I thought to myself. "You never know about these random loads.” He is teasing me. "A rough top like me can't risk catching something." I then heard him roll on the condom over his hard cock and the P.A. that so expertly worked my prostate last time. He teased my hole with the latex-covered metal and then pushed in. "Here goes, boy." The two bathhouse loads and the petroleum jelly lube made entry easy for Hank's condom-sheathed cock. "Fuck, fuck!" he kept exclaiming, as he pushed deeper into my hole. "Your hole is absolute perfection, boy. I can't believe I get to violate you like this. Just take it, boy. Take these anonymous loads for me up that nice bubble butt of yours." Hank got balls deep in my hole and began a hard bucking just short in-and-out fucks. "Damn! Take it, boy. Take these loads Daddy Hank is giving you." I felt Hank pull out just enough to leave his cock head inside me, and I heard more snipping of the scissors, and felt warm sperm dripping onto my penetrated hole. "Fresh anonymous load number three, boy." Hank then put a bottle of poppers under my nose, and holding one of my nostrils closed. "Take a hit!" I did. "Now the other side." On the second intake of poppers, I was fully up. And Hank knew he could begin longdicking me in earnest, making sure all three loads got fucked in good. As Hank fucked me, I savored the sensation of being poppered up and surrendering to whatever Hank wanted. I was here to be used by Phil, but it seems like he wants to share me, too. I wondered if he was pimping me out to Hank for money. I didn't care. All I wanted in that moment was Hank's cock and the all the sperm surrounding it. I thought about Coach Pfeiffer again, too: How he should have been the first man to load me up; How he probably wanted to fuck me every time he spoke to me; How naïve I was; How I would have fallen for him fully and how that would have ruined his life when someone found out about us; how things were different then; how things are different now. Hank rode my hole for a good half hour before I heard him say that the condom broke. “Ha! Phil must have lubed you with Vaseline before I got here. Shit! The rubber's already halfway down my cock! Well, the damage is done. Let’s get you knock you up, boy. You want my load don't you?" I nodded and yelled yes as best I could through the gag. "Yeah, boy, you want ol' Hank’s load." He continued fucking me. With the condom broken, the metal of Hank's P.A. was now free to knock on my prostate like it did two weeks ago. It was like scratching an itch, and I relished it. As the P.A. and Hank's cock head hit my spot, I writhed in ecstatic submission to it. Hank got me in a bear hug and whispered, "Fuck Phil! I want this hole for myself, boy. Let me have your hole, boy. Nod if you understand that I'm stealing your hole away from Phil." I nodded furiously, just wanting Hank to keep slamming against my prostate and for him to shoot his soothing seed all over it. Hank, a man whose face I've never seen is now staking a claim on my hole for himself. "Phil just wants a young boyfriend he can bareback and breed whenever he wants." Hank taunted me in a hushed tone at my ear. "I just want to violate and use your beautiful solid young body and nice tight hole—fuckin’ turn you into my personal slut boy." I gave my ass fully to Hank. In my head I was begging to feel his hot load shoot off inside me, taking me. "I'm close, boy." He was pounding my ass, still locking me in a tight bear hug as I squirmed. Anonymous cum was leaking down the inside of leg. "Uh, uh, uhhhhhnnn… fuck yeah… loading up my boy's hole for good. Damn, feel that load, boy? This load is making you mine." I felt about four shots of warmth enter deep in my gut. I was euphoric. I was Hank's. Hank continued to fuck in and out slowly and reached down to feel my hard cock head loading precum into my white jock strap pouch. He used his thumb to tease my cock head through the material, and I pumped out a good amount of precum. "I like how my boy leaks." Hank pulled out of my ass and I felt him put his head between my legs. I soon felt the wet warmth of his mouth as he put my dick and balls-packed jock pouch into his mouth and try to suck on it. As he did this, I felt two of his fingers enter my hole. "Sweet pre-jizz, boy. I wanna taste all that you gave Charlie." With that he used the scissors to cut open my jock pouch, right under the waist band until the pouch material fell between my legs. Hank used his hand and mouth then to milk my hard young cock. Over the next five minutes, I let go of a lot of precum into Hank's mouth. He started jacking my cock vigorously with my cock head against his lips and his tongue tip. And that set me off. I yelled behind the gag as I unloaded into Hank's mouth. Hank sucked me dry and then pushed me over onto my back on the bed. "That was a sweet load, boy. How young are you?" He took the gag out and I cleared my throat before answering, "25, sir." “Mm.” Still blindfolded, I listened as Hank walked across the room and snapped up his leather cod piece. Then he laid back on the bed and bear hugged me from behind. In a hushed voice, he said "Tell me your number, boy." I recited it. "And your name is Adam?" I nodded. "Good. When I text you, you answer me. Okay?" I nodded again. "Phil intends to have you spend the night here with him, and I know he'll be fucking you off and on all night. I'm okay with that. Let him think he owns you; that you are his—I don't care. You know that you belong to me now, right boy?" I nodded and said, "Yes, sir." "Good boy." Hank tussled my hair and let go of me. I heard him cross the room and pick up something from a table or dresser. "I'm going to spike Phil's lube shooter here with these here other three bathhouse loads," he said. I listened as the scissors went to work on the three remaining condoms. "You cannot tell him, boy. He'll fuck you thinking only my load and his will be lining your hole. Not these six anonymous ones from the bathhouse. He's got a huge cock. Let him pound all those loads in good for me." My eyes closed in the powerful realization that Phil's gigantic cock will be aiding in Hank's violation of my hole using the loads of six unknown men. "I'll be in touch sometime this week. Good night, boy." "Good night, sir." Hank left the bedroom and shut the door. Exhausted, I stripped out of the blindfold and my broken jock strap (I'll have to wear my old jock for next Saturday's game). I got under the bed covers and fell fast asleep with a small ache deep in my ass. -- Phil woke me by telling me to roll over and spread my legs. He put the lube shooter on my hole and pushed the nub just inside. I felt the liquid sperm enter me and my eyes closed as I thought about the three new anonymous loads adding to Hank's violation of my newly bred hole. These are the sperm loads of man #8, #9 and #10—and all of these men unknown to me. When I think about how hard my second boyfriend tried to convince me to let him bareback me, and how I refused to allow it, I smiled at the thought that I was saving myself for this moment. These men are getting off on my inexperience—the taking of a hole that, until a few weeks ago, had never had a raw dick or even single live sperm inside it. "Okay, boy. You're fully loaded now with my stash load. I made that batch while thinking of how I took your bareback cherry two weeks ago. I'm going to be nailing that and Hank's load in all night. You ready?" "Yes, sir." "Turn over, on your back." I flipped over. I tried to keep the loads inside as best I could. Phil climbed up on my chest. He was wearing black silk boxers. I could see the mushroom head of his cock as it strained against the thin material. He grabbed his dick through the boxers and rubbed it across my lips. "Let's get this in your throat first." Phil unbuttoned the fly on the boxers and pulled out his very large cock. His aimed his cock at my mouth and I opened up. He went directly to the back of my throat and I gagged. "It's alright, boy, breathe through your nose. It's okay to choke on it a little, too. I like that." I looked at the brown bottle Phil had placed on the night stand as I choked and gagged on the invading old man's cock head. "No, not right now. I'll get you poppered up good just before I go to town on that tight young hole of yours." Phil grabbed my hair and fucked my throat in earnest. "Yeah! Let me have that throat, boy!" I opened up my throat and let Phil abuse it. He went for ten minutes and had to pull out to keep from coming. "Almost loaded up your throat, boy. One day I'll give you a load there, but right now I want that great hole of yours wrapped around my dick when I cum." Phil moved back and pushed my muscular thighs up and grabbed hold of my ankles to position his dick at my hole. He grabbed the poppers and told me to open them and take about four good hits, two up each nostril. On the third hit I was already feeling the buzz, but I followed Phil's orders and even took an extra long drag on the fourth hit. I wanted Phil's massive cock inside me fast. My body tingled with warmth as I watched Phil's face, his mouth open as his big cock filled up my chute. I watched his white-bearded face and blue eyes as he told me that he needed to fuck in all that seed into my boy hole. "Fucking prime cherry jock ass, just letting us old men nail our loads in. Jesus Christ, boy!" He pumped harder and harder for about five minutes. The whole time I was thinking about the six anonymous loads that Hank had made sure got inside me. And I thought about how Phil did not know about these anonymous bathhouse loads that he was now pounding into me. "I got a nice fuckin' hole right here, huh boy. So fucking hot! Only condom fucking until you met us. I've got a big load brewing up for you, boy. No more condoms for this hole.” It seems Phil liked to talk during sex. "I'm gonna fill this hole up whenever you need my cock, Adam. You just let me know. I'll keep that hole of yours loaded up. Damn, I'm close!" Phil fucked me harder with the full girth of his massive cock. I wanted it. I started grunting with every thrust he made up my ass. "Do it, Phil, sir. Fucking give me your fresh swimmer load!" I urged him on. "I need it inside me, sir. Breed that newbie hole, Phil." "Fuck, here it is… take it up the ass, Adam!" He came loudly and I felt the flood of warm sperm rushing in. I watched his face contort as he came inside me. "Yes, sir, I feel your load. I feel it. Fuck!" He opened his eyes and looked into mine. "I'm gonna work that in for a few minutes. Make sure you get every drop." Phil continued fucking me with short rough bucks. "Damn that's a nice hole." I fell back to sleep after Phil pulled out. It was nighttime when he mounted my ass again—from behind this time, as I slept on my stomach. He didn't say anything. I think he wanted me to stay asleep. He just used his legs to kick mine apart, then he easily speared my open hole with his massive raw cock. For the rest of the night, we remained connected like that: Phil slowly pumping his cock in and out of me while we drifted in and out of sleep.