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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?”

I was browsing Grindr, not having much luck. I talked to multiple men, some I had met before, others I had not. None were accepting my offer of a hole to breed. Frustrated, I put my phone down and moved to my PC, planning on finding porn and using a toy for the evening. I started with bbrt, hoping for someone to take an interest. Signing in, my inbox was as good as useless; CumUnion and a non-starter "Oink!" message. Shifting my attention to the quick connect ads, I felt my eyes light up. "NEED LOOSE HOLE - HMU." I knew I had to message him, no matter the profile attached. I looked anyway. Clicking his profile name, I saw a man I couldn't resist. A muscle bear who enjoyed fisting and poz verbal. Same age as me, versatile and claimed a big dick, though had no dick pic. I didn't care about the lack of picture, as his being into fisting was enough, no matter his size. His face and body pictures showed an attractive man with great definition and plenty of body hair. I sent a message before I checked his entire profile, hoping I'd catch his attention and he'd want me. I was slim, stubbled and handsome. Not a twink, but not too far from the label. Tall, hairy and slightly muscled. Cub or otter, I couldn't say myself, but confident. While I waited for a reply, I continued looking at the man's profile. Very little detail apart from the fact that he was HIV positive. The line about poz verbal made more sense to me, then. I checked and rechecked his pictures, hoping he'd reply to the message I'd sent him. I checked the quick connect ad he'd posted a couple more times, along with my own profile and the message I'd sent him: "Loose hole looking." Had I been too direct? Should I have said "Hi" first? His reply came back within 15 minutes with an address and a phone number. I sent him a message, letting him know I was able to travel to him and I was still eager, that I'd set off to the address given within a few minutes. The man replied quickly, letting me know I'd be able to let myself in and that I should reply once I was outside his home and await instruction. I was already hard, but his message made my dick pulse. I got ready, ran down to my car and set off. The journey took me just over 30 minutes, when I check the time. I sent a fresh message to let my hook up know I was outside and awaiting his orders. I looked out my car window at the building. I was impressed, but surprised at the lack of security measures. No gates, open doors and apparently no one to challenge me just walking through the front door. My phone buzzed and I checked it immediately, excited for the meet I was about to have. "In the front door apt#2 on left door open strip inside come to bedroom listen for porn". My dick sprung up, I was ready for this. I got out of my car, walked to the front door, which was neither locked, nor manned and looked to the left. Apartment 2 was next to the main door and ajar. I walked towards it and pushed it open. Stepping inside, I closed it behind and began to strip. I slipped off my shoes, my jumper and t-shirt, followed by my jeans, socks and boxers. Stood naked in a stranger's hallway, I listened for the sound of porn. I could hear the sound of sex. Moans of a man in pleasure and a male voice talking to him, though I couldn't make out what was being said. I passed two doors and around a corner before I could see an open doorway and light projected on the wall in view. I could make out the voice, now. "You want my poz load? Fuck yeah. Take my dirty dick." Walking into the room, I saw the muscle bear in all his glory, sat on a wide, padded chair next to his bed. He was as handsome, muscular and hairy as his pictures showed. His legs were spread wide and his hand was working his hard dick, while he watched the pozzing porn on the screen behind me. I could barely believe my eyes, looking at his dick. He didn't lie, he was hung. Maybe not in length, but definitely in girth. I'd seen as long, but never as thick. "Get it wet, boy." He spoke to me, in a deep, sultry voice. I didn't wait to follow his instruction. I moved forward into the room, eyes glued to his member, and dropped to my knees in front of him. I leant forward and put my mouth over his head. My jaw was stretched and before I knew it, I had to wrap my lips around my teeth or I'd risk scratching him. "Good boy. You know how to treat a big dick, don't you?" He asked. I murmured assent, knowing he meant about my lips to avoid my teeth on his dick. I hadn't spoke a word to him, yet. That didn't matter, I knew I had to work his dick, or I'd regret it, despite his lack of threats. I felt his hands on the back of my head, gently pushing me down his shaft. I worked hard, bobbing back against the pressure he applied, getting my spit further and further down him, towards his balls. I cupped them, pulled at them softly and switched hands over again, hoping it'd be something he enjoyed. When I was allowed up for air, I gasped with strings of saliva connecting me back to his head. I used my hands to roll back his foreskin and spread my spit down to his balls. His dick glistened in the low light of the TV behind me. I spat on his dick and moved my mouth back onto him. "Fuck yes, boy. Dirty cunt," he said to me. I replied with a happy noise and continued my work. I was told I had to get him wet and so I would. "That's enough lube, get on the bed," I was told. Eyes watering, I did as I was told. I got off my knees, turned and climbed on his bed, taking my chance to look at the screen. It was a compilation video of pozzing scenes. I recognised most of them, they'd been around for years. "On your back, boy," I heard from behind me. I flipped myself over and raised my legs above my head, pulling my knees to my chest. I looked the man in charge in the eye and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Good boy," he said as he dropped to his knees. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, as he started to eat my hole. I moaned as he squeezed my cheeks and forced his tongue into my hole. "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on and he worked my hole so well. He pulled away to say "you like that, boy? You want that cunt worked open?" "Yes, please," I moaned back to him as he dove back between my cheeks. He stood back up and turned to his night stand. Picking up a brown bottle, he uncapped it, sniffed it, then offered it to me, before spitting directly down onto his dick and moving his hips forward. I took the bottle and sniffed like he did. I sniffed again, knowing the stretch I was about to feel with only spit. I felt his head at my hole, pushing forward. "Oh, god," I managed, as his thick member forced its way into me. I huffed the poppers again, trying to adjust before he fucked in earnest. "Oh fuck yes, good boy." "Thank you, Sir. You're so fucking thick, start slow please." I begged him. He was kind, he started slow. I huffed poppers as he slowly got me used to his girth and spat on his dick every few thrusts. Hearing the poz porn from the TV, and watching his body over me turned me on. I loved watching and feeling him spit on his dick while he was still inside me, getting me ready for what was to come. "You feel nice and loose now. You ready for my dick, boy?" He whispered into my ear. "Yes, please, sir. My hole's all yours, I'm ready for you," I replied to him, clinging to his body. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his torso. I could feel him starting to sweat, I was too. Our hair was starting to matt. He leaned back up, breaking my arms' grip. He spat in my face, to my delight. My dick pulsed and he chuckled, "Filthy cunt. Look at your dick. You've covered us both in pre-cum." I moaned back at him, as he thrust inside me, to the hilt. "Do you pre-cum?" I asked him. "Yeah I do. You like that? You like my poz pre-cum?" "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted back at him. "Give me more!" He laughed at me. "I knew you were a sleazy bottom. Are you on PreP, boy?" "No, Sir." I stated, still moaning around the words. "Good boy. You gonna take my loads tonight? I'm not on meds." "Yes, Sir. I want your toxic dick! I want your loads. Give it to me!" The verbal I'd been watching for years burst out of me. I'd always enjoyed it, but never knew I'd commit to it so wholeheartedly. "Fuck yes, boy. I was hoping you'd want my gift." He started to pound me and I started to moan like a bitch in heat. His dick stretched me out, giving me the sensation I'd enjoyed on toys and fists. I moved my hands over his body, enjoying the sweat dripping off him and encouraging him to fuck me harder, while I egged him on. "Breed me, infect me. Give me your poz load. Don't pull out, keep going. I want it, Sir, give it to me," I told him. "You're gonna get it. I'm gonna mark you, boy. Make you mine. Your cunt is mine now, you're mine. I'm gonna give you my poz strain." He whispered back. He fucked me hard, flipped me over and fucked harder. "You want it, boy? You sure you want my toxic load? Fucking say it!" "I want it, Sir. Give me your toxic load! I want you to infect me. I want your dirty dick inside me, Sir. I need it." I shouted back at him. His movements were getting more frantic. He was going to cum soon and I could feel my dick bouncing against me. I had to concentrate not to cum before he did, I didn't want to disappoint him. His rhythm was getting quicker and he started moaning. I encouraged him "that's it, keep going, cum inside me, don't pull out. Please breed me. I want it, poz me, Sir. Give me that toxic load." He moaned louder than he had and stopped moving for a second, before carrying on pumping. I could feel his thick dick pulsing inside my hole and I pushed back into him. I wanted every drop. I wanted his load inside me completely. Once he'd stopped thrusting, he chuckled one last time and pulled out. I clenched my hole down once I realised what he was doing and spun round to clean his dick. "Oh fuck, boy. Ah. Ah. Stop!" Pulling me off his dick he said, "I'm too sensitive after I cum. But that was hot, ass to mouth is hot. Now get back up on the bed. On your back. I'm gonna work that load in."

Chapter 10 – My Master’s Pleasure Chapters 1 through 9 describe a day I agreed to be a slave for my buddy, Doug. He’s made sure that I’m partied up and has fucked, fisted, and used toys on my ass. There have been some other guys over, too. Andy and Tim just left after some serious ass work. I have two loads in my ass and am digesting a load of chempiss from Tim. “Ah, slave, your ass is all mine for the rest of the day.” That sounded great to me. Even though playing with new guys is fun and exciting, there’s something special about being used by a guy I’ve known and trusted for a long time. I knew Doug would take good care of me, as he has done through this whole role-play. “First, we gotta smoke some more.” I ensured the pipe was ready and then fired up the torch, melting the product into a nice cloud for my master. I handed him the pipe, and he inhaled. He handed it back to me and nodded for me to take in my own cloud We did this for a while, getting higher and hornier as we went. I was playing with my hole by now and ready for more action. “OK, let’s get that ass back in the sling,” he growled. I was happy to comply and eagerly got into the sling and spread my legs wide with my feet in the stirrups. A sling is great for fisting since it presents my ass in an easily accessible manner. Doug sat on the stool and nodded approvingly at my gaping hole. I could tell that my ass was puffy and open, but I reached down to stroke it, then slid in fingers from both hands to stretch it open. Doug groaned in pleasure seeing me do this. I know he likes it when a guy shows off his hole to him, and my goal was to please my master. While I played around with my hole, Doug was lubing up his hands. My ass was already well lubricated and still had two loads of cum in it. Those were pretty deep inside me, but Doug would be getting there soon. Once he was ready, he placed his fist at my hole and said, “Take it in, slave.” I pushed my ass out to open it more and hooked my feet around the sling stand so that I could pull myself closer to him and take him into me. His fist went in easily, and I kept pulling my body further down on his fist. Fuck, he felt great inside me! I released my feet, and my body weight caused me to swing back on the sling. Doug kept his hand in a fist inside me and let me ride his hand for a while. I would hook my feet around the stand, pull him in, then release my feet and swing back. It was pretty awesome, and it was nice to have some control over the fisting. “Poppers,” growled Doug. On the next swing back, I huffed from the brown bottle again, taking two hits in each nostril. I held the last one while I capped the bottle and put it back on the table. When I exhaled, I pulled my body onto his fist and quickly released my feet. I swung back and then hooked onto the stand again. The poppers filled my brain. All I could see was the glowing, purple eye, and all I could do was ride his fist. I was a spun out, fucked up, ass pig, with pleasing my ass as my main goal. But I was there for Doug’s pleasure. While I had little doubt that he enjoyed seeing me go so wild pleasing my own ass, it was more important that I please my master. Once the poppers were wearing off, I realized he should be in control. “Sorry, master,” I said when I stopped fucking myself on his arm. “Slave, that was so fucking hot. I enjoyed seeing you pleasure yourself. Now, it’s my turn,” he replied. With that, Doug pulled his hand out of my ass. He stroked my hole, murmuring appreciative words about how sexy it looked. I pushed my ass in and out so that he would know that I was pleased with his praise. Doug picked up the Slink again and lubed it up. He easily shoved over half of it into my ass before he encountered some resistance. He pulled it back slightly and then pushed again. Still, he hit some resistance. Once again, he pulled back, and I shifted slightly as he pushed in. He nodded in pleasure as the toy slid all the rest of the way into my ass. Just a little shift in position made all the difference. Now, the Slink was as deep as it could go inside me. Doug took his other hand and used his fingertips to probe around the toy. His fingertips wrapped around the toy, and he used it as a guide to probe my ass. When he got near my second hole, he indicated the poppers. I took a few small hits and then awaited his next action. Once he knew that they had hit my brain, he slid the Slink back while sliding his hand further inside me. Doug had never been this deep in my ass before. Between the Slink and all the chemicals floating around inside me, my ass was open to him in a whole new way. He pulled back a little bit and squirted some lube around his arm, where it entered my hole. The cool liquid was a bit of a shock to me, but he would soon warm it up. He used that lube to make the last bit of his arm disappear into me. He flexed his bicep against my hole to let me know that he was in me up to his elbow. Doug spent some time playing around in my ass while he was at this depth. I was panting heavily and loved seeing how my cock reacted to each twist and turn of his arm inside me. Then, he began to pull out. Fuck, he was taking it really slow, and I had an assgasm. My cock spewed out a load of cum as he was working his way out of my ass. Doug saw this and saw my entire body shudder from the orgasm and chuckled. He knew he had caused this and was pleased to see the effect it had on me. Now, Doug told me that I was taking the Goose dildo again. This one is seriously long and has a huge head. When he fucked me with it the last time, it was really intense. I was probably more open than I was then, but it would still be a challenge. I laid back in the sling, ready for him to shove it up my ass. “Oh no, pig. You’re going to fuck yourself with it while I watch.” This could be interesting. He had me get out of the sling, and we walked over to the bed. He told me that he was going to stand the dildo up on the floor, and I was going to lower myself onto it like I did when I sat on his and Andy’s double dicks earlier. That sounded good to me since I could control the speed and the depth. Doug made me lube up the dildo. While I was greasing it up, he picked up the pipe and torch and blew a few clouds. He shotgunned one to me and told me that I would get more if I was able to take the dildo. That was great motivation for me. Once it was lubed up, we used the suction cup on the bottom to stick it to the concrete floor. It was floppy, so Doug held it up while I positioned my ass over it. “Look at me while you sit on it,” Doug commanded. With him holding the dildo upright, I began maneuvering it into my ass. It took a while with something this big. I needed to move my ass around on it to get it started, but then, with Doug alternately watching my face and shoving his head under my ass, I got the head into my ass. Damn, this fucker is huge! It felt massive in my ass, and I hoped that getting it in a little deeper would let it settle more comfortably. So, I took in a deep breath and worked it in a little more. That helped since the head was no longer stretching my hole but was in the deeper area of my ass. “You get a reward for that,” Doug said. He torched some T in the pipe and, once a nice fog was formed, put the glass cock to my lips. I inhaled and held it as long as I could. When I blew out the cloud, I sank down a bit more on the toy. I groaned in pleasure at the feeling of it going further into my ass. “More clouds if you fuck yourself with it,” Doug told me. With more T as my goal, I lifted my ass up, but kept the toy in my ass. Then, I lowered down onto it again. “All the way off and all the way back in,” Doug commanded. Fuck, he was really making me earn this! It took a few tries, but I did finally get the toy to come all the way out, and then I reversed and sat back down on it. This thing was a massive stretch both on the way in and the way out. He made me do this a few more times before he told me I could get up from my crouched position on the floor and join him on the bed. While he fondled my hole, we smoked some more. I was seriously spun at this point and wasn’t even sure if this extra T would have any effect, but it was still fun to smoke with my master. Now, he wanted me to ride his arm, so he lubed it up and got on the floor, holding his arm upright. I was going to lower myself onto it, like I did with the dildo. Doug would have an up-close view of my ass swallowing his arm this time since he was there on the floor staring up at my ass as I lowered it onto him. He had his hand in a fist, but that was an easy take for me at this point. I sighed as his fist penetrated my hole. I stopped while his hand was at a maximum stretch for me. Then, I watched him watch my ass consume his hand, getting in about half of his forearm. His fist seemed like an easier ride than the Goose, so I was soon sliding up and down on his arm. Damn, he felt great inside me. “Can you do some poppers like this?” Doug asked. I was sure as hell going to try! I leaned against the bed with his hand in my ass and opened the poppers. I knew he wanted a show, so I was determined to give him one. I took one short hit, then a deep one that I held. Once it hit, I slid down on his arm and then rose back up again. My ass was in heaven! The purple poppers eye was back as I ground my ass on his fist. He was already deep inside me, but I felt more of his arm slip in. I kept rising up a little bit, then sliding down while gyrating my ass around his arm. Each time I went down on his arm, more of it slid inside me. Finally, I felt my balls make contact with his arm. He was again in me up to his elbow. I flexed my ass muscles while grinding my ass on his hand. It felt so amazing that I never wanted it to end. Even though the poppers rush was over, I still wanted him deep inside me. I asked if he could keep his hand inside me while I lay back on the bed. He agreed to this, so I slid my back up along the mattress and then leaned back, taking his arm with me. The look of pleasure on Doug’s face told me how excited he was about what we were doing. Once I was on the bed, I held my legs up and back for him. Now, he pounded me with his fist, pulling it out and shoving it in again repeatedly. “Fuck, this is hot. I want you back in the sling,” he snarled. With that, he stopped pummeling my hole and helped me up and over to the sling. He was inside me again as soon as I was in position on the sling. He drove his fist in deep and growled “Poppers” at me. He held still while I snorted. Time for me to show my master how much I enjoyed his efforts. The bottle didn’t even make it back to the table this time; I just tucked it under me on the sling. Doug started to fist me, this time switching hands with each new insertion. I was moaning and groaning with the sensations and spread my ass as wide as possible for him. I looked down at him, and he was in a frenzy, too, so I just laid back and enjoyed the ride. This was the most ass work we’d ever done, both in terms of overall duration and intensity. I was one lucky slave. He ruined my ass. The repeated fists and all the earlier work had my hole wide open. I could feel lube leaking out of it as I lay there in the sling. Doug was sitting on the stool, panting with the effort and stroking my hole. We both took a while to recover until he stood up and walked to the head of the sling. I expected to suck his dick, but he came in for a long and deep kiss. “Great fuckin’ slave,” he said admiringly. I basked in his compliment and simply said, “Thank you. You’re a great fuckin’ master.” We both knew we’d do this role-play again someday, maybe switching up the roles next time.

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 a daily user and that bug was fixed. Update to the latest version.

At the very least, 2 hard tops for every bottom so every asshole and every mouth has a cock in it and is being fucked hard. I enjoy swapping and breeding bottoms with other horny tops. I love watching another top fucking the bottom I'm about to fuck and seeing him pump his seed in the bottom's ass then pass the freshly loaded cumslut to me to breed. Nothing better than a freshly seeded hole.

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.

Awesome bro that’s hot yeah feels so fukn good right

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

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!

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

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.

Time to finish the visit to the clinic with a little twist. All these parts have been two pages long, the next part isn't finished yet and it's already six pages long, and more twisted than ever! Haven't really tied the bits together yet, so it may take a few days to get everything right. Be patient, my dear breeders and cumdumps! ❤️ ---------------------------- The exam room door suddenly swung open. - “Wat dis noise?” - “Oh, hey Dimitry!”, said Matt and squeezed the last drops of poz cum out of his cock and into Vince, “You want to have a go at this hole?” - “Yeees…” Dimitry was the janitor of the clinic, and he came to clean the room. He was probably in his late fifties, with thinning hair and a porn stache. His blue coveralls did a poor job of hiding his round belly. He stepped up to my husband as Matt was pulling out and moving away. He opened button after button until he got down to his cock, then he pulled his arms out and let the coveralls fall onto the floor. He wore nothing under it, and his hairy shoulders along with his big round hairy stomach was exposed for all of us to see. There was something incredibly sexy about this man, not in an attractive way, but in a pure animalistic sex way. Under his belly his cock stood out, already rock hard. It was maybe 20 cm, thin at the head and base, but very thick in the middle, even thicker than Eddies. It reminded a lot of a large butt plug we had at home. It was also bent upward in such a way that the tip hit the underside of his belly. Had he been slim, it would’ve stood straight up. He approached my husband who was looking at him with anticipation, still hazy from the gas, holding his legs and exposing his sloppy hole. Dimitry used his right hand to aim his cock at Vince’s hole and used his left hand to lift his belly up so that it wouldn’t be in the way of the penetration. He didn’t lube up, or even spit on his dick, he just shoved it in all the way in one go, causing my husband to gasp for air and turn his head to me with a look of despair and screamed “MORE GAS! NOW!”. Dimitry let go of his stomach, leaving it to rest on top of my husband’s hard cock, grabbed his ankles and started pounding away at a quick pace. He was not there to make love; he was there to get a load out of his balls. I gave the gas mask to Vince who quickly put it over his face and took a deep breath. With every movement Dimitry’s belly squashed and rubbed my husband’s cock, effectively jerking him off, and it only took about 20 seconds until he started blasting his neg load all over himself and on the underside of the big belly of the janitor. I scooped some up with my hand and tasted what could possibly be the last negative load to come out of the man I loved so dearly. - “Nesty feggot…”, Dimitry said and looked at me with disgust, then started pumping harder and a few seconds later he let out a deep growl as he shot his load deep inside my husband. Eddie and Matt cheered and complemented the janitor on a job well done. Anthony just sat at his stool looking shocked but seemingly enjoying the show as his long cock stood straight up. Dimitry just grunted and pulled his coveralls back on, not even wiping off his cock or the cum that was dripping from his belly. - “I clean room later yees, okeey, bye…”, he said as he exited the room and closed the door behind him. Vince felt his wet hole and noticed cum and blood leaking out. He tried to push as much of it as possible back inside and close his hole, but it didn’t seem to work. He was just so full of cum. He stood up on wobbly legs and supported himself on the bed while trying to regain composure. Matt came up and hugged him from behind, pushing his hard cock against Vince’s hole. - “No, no more! I just can’t take any more cock, not today! But DAMN we must set up a party like this when the STI is gone! For now, I think I’m going to need a fucking diaper…” Matt looked a bit disappointed, so I just turned my ass towards him and wiggled, something that did not go unnoticed as I had him balls deep inside me not even two seconds later. I bent over the bed and motioned to Anthony who was sitting on the other side to come closer. He presented his cock to me, and I started sucking. - “Okay guys, last loads of the day, we need to close up here before the guards start patrolling the clinic.”, Eddie said as he stood next to Matt and started frantically jerking his cock. Matt fucked me harder and faster, and Anthony fucked my throat as if his life depended on it. My eyes were watering from the abuse of my sensitive throat. Eddie was the first to cum, and he shot his load over Matt’s cock, lubing it up and making it slightly easier to take that huge member up my ass. Anthony then shot his load down my throat, making me cough, which in turn made my sphincter clench around Matt’s cock, massaging it even harder and causing him to blast the last load of the evening into my now extremely sore ass. Well, almost the last, I was still hard, so I just pulled myself off Matt and walked over to my husband who had sat down on a chair after laying down a protective layer of paper on it, then I shot my load in his mouth. I know he loves it and he always swallow every drop. We all pulled out of each other and got our clothes back on while catching our breaths. - “I have one last gift for you guys”, Eddie said as he opened a cupboard and took out a cardboard tray with two syringes filled with a yellow liquid, and a small paper bag. - “Antibiotics! I had a look in the microscope after you left Jay, and it was clearly Gono, so I’ll just treat you right away. Now pull those pants back down and show me your asses, one more load to be injected!”, he joked, referring to the medicine. - “Anthony, did you get treatment earlier today or should I go and make a batch for you too?”, Matt said. - “No, I’m done already, thanks though…” - “Great! Guess I should whip some up for Dimitry thou… Oh well, I’ll deal with that when I see him.” Vince and I lined up next to each other, bent over the bed and presented our leaking cum-filled holes to the doctor. The penetration of the needle was not as pleasant as his cock, but mere seconds later both our right butt cheeks where injected and we were on our way back to health. - “The bag contains Doxycycline to use as PeP, just follow the 1-2-3 rule; on one occasion, take two of those within three days of being sluts, and it’ll lower the risks of having to come back here because of simple STI’s. The next time you come back here I hope it’s because of something a lot more permanent.”, Eddie said with a devilish smile. “That said, we need to set up a proper party in a few weeks’ time, if we didn’t succeed today.”

Fuck who don’t I have a crush on? Id be absolutely feral bumping into any of u. I’m gonna leave so many out with this post. plz forgive me. I absolutely cannot get enough of @bottomboib and @120DaysofSodom . Def two dudes I wouldn’t mind wakin up next to when i can’t remember my name. You both are sick and beautiful.

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

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.

When you go to that spot on campus because you know you’ll eventually take cock and the cum stained boxer briefs that you’ll be sniffing that night and constantly fingerling yourself to re-smell that dude’s nut leaking and the musty Oder that keeps you hard. I don’t wash it and can’t wait to keep digging and smelling your fingers.

I can't remain silent any more. I respect everyone's opinion but a few points: 1. Asian men are fetishized. I am an Asian man, and I have been fetishized by white guys, black guys, latino guys, and even other Asian guys. So, now you know. Asian men may be subject to fetishes just like any other racial/ethnic group. Plus, it's not a competition to see which gender is "fetishized" more. If it's a minimal percentage, does it make it okay or right? I only speak for myself, a person who is gay and of East Asian descent but I have run into plenty of guys who fetishized me. Sometimes its harmless, sometimes its admittedly harmful and has made me feel like shit. I've found it to be inappropriate, almost certainly racist, and typically founded from some level of societal privilege. 2. I love reading profiles that include some form of "No Asians." That's partial truth in that to me its a revelation of the kind of person they are. But, it's also intriguing because I wonder what in their life had led them to the conclusion that writing such a statement is at all appropriate. And, it's also sarcasm for obvious reasons. And, in a way, "no asians" guys are fetishisizing Asian guys, if you think about it. 3. On one hand, I find it quite funny that someone makes statements on behalf of another racial or ethnic group to which they are seemingly not a member. On the other hand, I find it to be a sad statement on where things stand on race issues in the United States. I've been Asian my entire life. I haven't lived a day of my life as a white man, a black man, a Native American man, etc. I might imagine what a "day in the life" of a man of another racial or ethnic group may be like, but I would never try to state, whether as a belief or a fact, what an actual lived experience has been like for those guys. 4. To the original poster of this story, I hope that you continue to contribute to BZ, and that this dialogue does not deter you. I've read what you wrote, and I was taken aback reading the sentence where you used the term "Mandingo." Given the context and your phrasing, I thought to myself, "this guy thinks that black people are less." I am uncertain if your goal was to evoke such a viewpoint from a reader, but I thought I'd share what ran through my head. 5. Racism exists everywhere on our planet, and although the conversation in this forum (including my comment here) may seem to place people into two camps "white guys" vs. "everyone else," please know that I understand that racism is not unique to any one race or ethnic group. And I'm not condemning the OP or any commenter on this thread. The TL;DR version? To quote Avenue Q, "We're all a little bit racist." Cheers!

Ha that is a great analysis. I love it when guys can break down details in my stories and pick up on clues here and there. I love throwing in as much evidence to go either way. But push more towards an unfortunate outcome for the bottom. Please keep up with comments like these. I love them! Can’t confirm or deny anything yet. Don’t wanna spoil how it ends.

You think so? His hole might have wiped it as it slid up.

Love being rimmed. Not much a fan of doing it myself though. Unless it's a smooth boyhole.

I've gotten some great dick and premium seed in my cunt from Sniffies. It takes effort and you need to acknowledge that people's worst behavior will be on display, but I've found some great regular breeders who really use my cunt hard. The racism and agism and internalized homophobia people express is just more visible than in other apps. Expect it to be more so when they introduce filter by profile criteria. Recognize it's a tool and use it for what it's good for.

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