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Okay so it's not your typical "Last Load" story here but it may well have been one of my favourite and most satisfying hookups to date. I'd been locked in chastity for a few days and horny as hell needing to get fucked and used, I was travelling between cities and decided to message this hot as hell guy on Grindr because his profile had chastity and toys listed on them. We got talking and while we're both bottoms and both cock caged currently he was really up for pegging me and opening me up with some of my big toys. Honestly it was fucking amazing, he was even more beautiful in person and seeing his little locked nub between his legs turned me on even more so I was straining in my cage. We started with eating each other out, getting our tongues as deep as we could, making sure my ass was ready for what was coming. Then we got him into a strap-on harness, making sure his little caged nub was poking out from underneath before he got to work on my hole. We started with a smallish toy in the harness, having him lube up his hands, the toy, and my ass with xlube before thrusting it in. He did me doggy style and then missionary, letting me look up at that handsome face and spitting in my mouth as he pounded that toy into me again and again, my hole not having time to close before being filled again. After that we switched it up to a much bigger horse cock toy. It's like 11" big and he started fucking me with that, I just lay back and took it all and he loved hearing me whimper as he fucked me as hard as he could. In fact when he eventually pulled it out for a breather, his nub started twitching as he came from being turned on so much, I jumped down to catch it in my mouth and swallow his little sissy load, licking around the cage to make sure I had all of it. Honestly it was incredible and one of my favourite last loads I've had. After that we switched from toys to fisting and we were both shocked at just how easily he could slide his hands up inside my hole, nearly getting to double by getting a fist and the knuckle from the other hands in there. The pleasure was insane. Having him feel around inside me and getting a mischievous little grin whenever he found a spot that would make me moan, I didn't manage to cum in my cage sadly but I did feel some of the best sensations of my life. There was something so hot about us meeting up, having an insanely hot session, and both of us staying caged throughout and after the other had left, me just going to sleep locked in my cage without getting to cum. Like a good chastity sub should. I'm hoping we can meet up again sometime and repeat the experience, see if I can open him up a bit next time 😈

Just left Steamworks Berkeley. The crowd was good for a Tuesday afternoon. Went right to the slurp ramp and orally serviced a grandpa with a nice cock. My towel was off and ass out to draw attention. I was prelubed so while I sucked him another older guy 2 fingered my hole. The feeder was appreciative of my sucking and after 5 minutes, I swallowed the first load of the day. Next stop was the steam room. Heading in, I cruised a tall, handsome daddy. It worked because he followed me in and soon we were kissing and working each others nips. His cock grew and was better than average. I dropped to my knees to get him rock hard. A few minutes later I backed up on his thick 7”. He fucked me for a few minutes and invited me back to his room. Somehow we missed each other after I grabbed another towel. No worries. A guy across the hall ushered me into his room. We were playing with the door open and a middle aged mixed race guy came in. I sucked both of them for a bit. The room occupant wanted me to suck him while he lay down. Perfect. I offered up my ass to the other guy and he plunged right in. He fucked me hard and fast. I milked his cock and in a few minutes he said he was going to cum. Told him to breed me deep and that he did. First load in! Excused myself to find the original daddy. Once we connected in his room, he went to work fucking me. He had his way with me for about 10 minutes. Unfortunately none of the lookers wanted to join in. He wanted a break and I went looking for more cock. Found the sling room and went for a ride. A decently hung younger black guy fucked me for a bit. Then a Middle Eastern guy swapped in and hard fucked me until he blew his load. Second load and I was pretty sloppy. Had a few more guys fuck me before circling back to stream room daddy. He was ready to head out but needed to cum first. Back into the sling and he was balls deep in seconds. He pounded me while I said breed me, fill me with your seed. A few minutes later he was grunting and bred me deep! Like a good bottom, I cleaned all the cum and ass juices of his daddy meat. 3rd load in my hole! By this point the crowd had thinned out and I felt pretty lucky. Fucked at least half dozen times, sucked quite a few nice cocks, swallowed one and three deep inside. Oh. I owe you guys an account of men’s club from Sunday. That was an epic day for taking loads.

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.

This erotic fiction is a continuation of my story, The Broken Jock, that started in the "General Bareback Sex Stories" section that now, at Part 3, seems to belong in this section instead—for reasons you will soon discover. Check out Parts 1 and 2 to see how far this young, gay, safe-sex only, softball player has fallen. Enjoy. The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 3 The next Friday afternoon, Hank texted me. Hank: Hey boy, I have plans for that hot little hole of yours tonight. Be at room 228 at the Folsom Motel at 11. It had been almost a week since Hank fucked me last and I was feeling really horny. I had made plans to meet friends at a Castro bar at 8, but I figured I could excuse myself around 10:30 and head to the motel to get another one of Hank's anonymous fucks. I still don't know what he looks like. Me: OK, sir. -- When I got to the motel room door, the hall lights were dimmed by so many fluorescent tubes being out with one or two flickering. I’m in a horror film, I thought to myself with a grin. But since the typical motel had its hallways outside under the lights of the surrounding city, it actually wasn’t as dark or menacing as all that. I knocked on door number 228. “Who’s there?” I heard Hank say. “It’s me. Adam.” I heard lamps being turned off and then the door opened. “Get on the bed face down, boy. Push down your pants, too.” I felt my way to the bed and laid down on my chest while opening the fly to my jeans. Hank closed the door, came up behind me and helped push my pants down. “Nice white jock, boy. You know what gets my dick hard.” He then pushed his soft leather cod piece against my bare ass. “Let’s get this blind fold on you.” My cock was rock hard in anticipation for Hank to plow my hole again. Did he bring more anonymous used condoms like last time? Hank got on top of me and licked the left side of my face in one long upward lick. “Your going to get some more of ol’ Hank’s cock tonight. Plus, I’ve invited a few friends over from that hook up site, BareBackFuckers.” “Yes!” I didn’t use my inside voice. Hank explained more, whispering in my ear. “I found your profile on that safe-sex only site you are still on, and I took a screen shot of it. Then I went to BareBackFuckers and shared that screen shot with some select tops that I want to see get inside you.” Hank shoved his hand under me to feel my dick. He easily felt the precum I was leaking into my jock pouch. “Fuck, boy! Already leaking. I knew you needed some more raw cock in you.” He continued rubbing my cock head through the cloth as he went on. “I told these select men that safe-only ShortStop91 is now taking all loads. There are two men coming here tonight to fuck and load up your hole while you suck my cock. These guys will only have one mission: to breed that nice newbie hole of yours. Then you’ll get fucked by me. Understand?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” Hank seemed especially intense tonight, but I wanted it, and Hank knew just how to use me. Hank got up and unsnapped the leather cod piece. He walked around to the other side of the bed and I felt the mattress take on his weight in front of my blindfolded face. His cock was rock hard as he rubbed it on my face and in my hair. His P.A. was cool on my lips when he told me to open up. He pushed his cock in forcibly to the back of my throat and he held the back of my head as I squirmed and gagged on the P.A. “Fuck yeah, jock boy. Take my cock in your throat. I know you can take Phil’s cock in there.” I relaxed my throat to help Hank invade, and I breathed through my nose the way Phil always commanded. Hank said he wanted to skull fuck me before the other men got there. I did pretty well, I think. I tried to forget about the scary P.A. in my throat and just focus on Hank’s cock head. About every minute or so, Hank would push all the way in and keep it there while I gagged. As he pulled out I got some air again, recovered, and opened my mouth to let Hank to do it again. “Good boy, Adam. Let me have that mouth and throat!” A knock on the door. “Who’s there?” Hank yelled. “Ahhhh… I think we’re both from the site,” came from a man’s voice from outside the door. “I’m Coach4Jox and this other fella is…” “Pops9in!” the other man’s voice finished. They must have arrived at the same time. "Come on in, guys." The door opened and I heard the men enter. "Turn on that one lamp, too. I’ve got him blindfolded.” I heard the click of the lamp and shortly thereafter felt a hand feel up my naked ass and another hand in my hair. “Shit! It really is you!” said the man near my face. “I’ve been checking you out on the safe-sex hook up site for two years. Your ass looks so good in that softball uniform pic! I’ve messaged you, too. But I figured you didn't answer because I’m a lot older. I see you at the bars sometimes, too. I have fantasized many times about fucking your gorgeous butt, and I have schemed in my head about how I’d pull the damned condom off without you knowing. I can’t believe I get to finally put my cock in that butt of yours—although I have to admit, a good stealth breeding of your jock ass would have been truly amazing.” As the guy near my head was talking, the other guy was already trying to push his cock into my hole. He was about a quarter way in dry. As Pops9In was taking my hole I realized that I recognize the other guy’s handle from the safe-sex site. Coach4Jox was a white-haired man, mid-60s, who was constantly trying to set-up a fuck date with me with messages like: “I have condoms. I would love to shove my daddy cock into that very nice jock butt of yours.” But, I have had lots of men trying to get in my pants who were hotter than Coach4Jox, so I just never really gave him much thought. Hank pushed his cock back into my mouth and announced to the other men that ShortStop91 is going bareback today and that they should "fuck me up.” “As my handle indicates, I’ve got 9 inches of raw cock I’m going to shove up his 'safe-only' butt.” He kept pushing into me. "Fuck, this hole is tight!” "There’s lube next to you on the bed,” Hank offered. “I brought the oil-based stuff this safe-boy has always avoided.” Hank was playing like I was being offered up for barebacking for the first time to these men. Close enough for me. In my head, I was still in the process of being fully used and violated by my Hank. A man who started fucking me into bareback whoredom only two fuck sessions ago. I thought to myself, Pops9in and Coach4Jox will be men #11 and #12 to shoot their loads inside my hole. “Ahhhhh!” I gasped. With a lubed cock, Pops9in entered my hole. “Nice! We have penetration!” Hank said. The man’s large cock filled my rectum as I gripped Hank’s leather-clad thighs. Hank pulled his cock out of my mouth and put an opened poppers bottle under my nose. “Take a good hit, boy.” I took about six hits as the cock inside me pushed in some more. I felt the inner tingle and static from the poppers. “Mmmmm,” I moaned as Hank pushed his P.A. and cock head back into my throat. “He’s lit,” Hank said. “Go ahead and try to fuck him now.” “He’s really tight,” the man said. “Take my cock, son. And no fucking rubbers, safe boy. This is raw cock inside you. This is what taking a man’s cock is supposed to feel like. Damn, I’m all the way in.” The man, Pops9in, bucked so that his cock head nudged the deepest part of my hole. “Oh, yeah. Fuckin’ sweet hole here. Can’t fuckin’ believe my luck today when you messaged me.” He then started fucking in long strokes. Grunting and telling me to take it. Telling me that I loved raw dick now. “And my cock is not pulling out until every one of my fucking sperm is inside your young" —thrust— “jock” —thrust— "butt.” “Do it!” Hank’s cock got extremely hard in my mouth as he watched the man fucking my ass. “Let me see you shove that poz cock up that jock ass. Fuck that neg jock ass.” Was that just hot talk? Did I hear Hank say “poz”, “neg”? It began to sink in how Hank might be violating me tonight. All the years of getting fucked with condoms to avoid HIV infection, and was it true? Was I getting fucked bareback by an HIV positive top? Was it just fantasy talk? Hank held the poppers under my nose again, and I surrendered. “Yeah boy, take another hit. Poz9Inch wants to load up your hole tonight. Take his poz cock and let him load you up.” I realized then I had originally misheard the handle on the man whose huge cock was now pistoning in and out of my hole, a poz cock without a condom. The poppers had taken over my head, so I gave in. Hank put his hard cock back in my mouth and told me to suck on the head. A wave of poppers-induced electricity went right to my groin and asshole. I found myself using my mouth and my ass muscles to milk the two cocks that were inside me. I was going to knowingly have a raw anonymous poz cock unload inside my ass for the first time. Once Poz9In heard his HIV status revealed to me, he started fucking rougher, grunting as he landed his cock head deep in my hole. “Fuckin charge that hole, man,” I heard the Coack4Jox say. “Breed that safe-only ass!” “My pre-cum has been lubing him up for the last 15 minutes, so this neg jock is getting it already. Might as well load ‘em up.” I heard the men wickedly cheer as Poz9in was building up to unload inside me. “Do it, man,” said Hank. “Unload in his hole, he’ll take it. Won’t you, boy.” I nodded. “Fuck yeah, kid. Here is comes.” Poz9in made guttural grunts as his cock shot his warm toxic cum into my rectum. “Yes! There is it boy. All my sperm having a party inside your hole right now. Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Let me fuck that in.” Poz9In fucked me hard for about a minute. His cum was so battered in my hole that I could feel some of it leaking down my nut sack and into my jock. “Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck!!!” “That’s it, boy,” Hank coached into my left ear. “Take the man's poz load, Adam. I knew you’d be a good submissive boy for me tonight.” Poz9in pulled out of my ass and I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed jock-strapped ass. My legs had been kicked wide apart by him as he bred me, maniacally trying to shove his cock as far in as he could. I felt completely open as the white-haired old man got in place between my legs. Coach4Jox entered me quickly and began hammering his good sized meat into my cum-slicked hole. He fucked in and out of me as he talked. “Fuck yeah! For so long, I’ve fantasized about doing this to you, Adam. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’ve stalked you at your softball games and watched you get drunk at the bars, hoping you’d get wasted enough to need someone to walk you home. I’d imagine promising you that I’d wear a condom if you’d let me fuck you. Thinking about how I could use a condom and wait until you’re passed out drunk on your bed to rip the condom off and slide back in, stealth pozzing you when I unload shot after shot of my toxic cum inside that young jock butt of yours.” Coach4Jox kept fucking my hole and promising me another poz load as Hank, listening to the man’s perverted confession, climaxed. “Damn! I’m cumming in your mouth, boy! Open up that throat.” I let Hank’s cock head into my throat again and immediately felt the warmth of his sperm in my throat as I swallowed. I took Hank’s load like he was a familiar lover. He kept his dick in my mouth as he watched and listened to the old man fuck me. Hank pushed my head to the bed hard. “Now’s your chance, Coach. You’ve got him passed out on the bed now. Fucking stealth that young jock ass. Fucking breed that neg hole with your poz cock." “Fuck! Here it comes, you fucking neg shortstop tease," Coach4Jox said. “Take my load up your sweet butt for good.” Coach4Jox unloaded a hot torrent of poz cum into my hole. The men celebrated my violation with profanity and slaps on my ass. The old man pulled out of my ass and told the other men to look at my hole. “Fuck! This is what two poz loads up a hot young bubble butt looks like. Poz9in added, "Fucking hot jock boy, getting knocked up by anonymous men like that.” He slapped my ass. After the rustling sounds of men getting dressed, Hank said, “Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me out tonight. This was a safe-only boy who submitted fully to me only recently. As far as I know you two are his first poz loads. I am hoping to get him introduced and used at the bathhouse soon, and I think tonight should ease that transition.” I could hear, “sure thing, man” and “anytime” from the outside corridor. With the door open, I could feel the cold San Francisco air on my wet asshole. I heard Hank put keys on the night table by the bed. “Check out’s at noon. You can stay until then, if you want. You were great tonight, boy. Let’s consider meeting up again mid-week. I’ll text you.” My violation would continue. “Yes, sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. Keep that blindfold on for five minutes!” I heard the door close and listened as Hank’s footsteps faded. I fell asleep in that position: facedown, bare assed, legs spread. My asshole felt wet, open, used and empty. I slept soundly, dreaming only of sex. I wanted more. Edited July 31 by drscorpio Put a link to the first 2 parts in 37

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."

I got 5 loads from 4 guys in succession yesterday. The first guy was around 5" so he went in with just spit. He busted a huge nut, and his nut was big enough to lube my hole up for the 8" dick that came after. By that time I was lubed a stretched good, and the other two guys had no trouble fucking me. The third guy came immediately, stayed inside for a minute while he got hard again. He fucked for 15 more minutes before busting his second nut. The last guy said it was his birthday lol

Part 5 The cigar smoker had just lodged his cock all the way into my butt when he put the brown bottle of poppers under my nose. “Take a hit, boy. I’m not gentle.” I took in the fumes, putting my nostril against the top ridge of the bottle, then I did the same with the other nostril. I felt the heat go to my head and to my groin simultaneously and I gasped. Cigar man took that to mean I was lit. “Fuck yeah, boy, surrender that bubble butt to my big raw dick.” The man plowed into me roughly, in and out. I could feel sperm from my rectum sliding onto my balls as this man’s cock jackhammered my hole. “Mmmmmm, that feels nice. Are you going to take my load, boy?” The man pulled the hair on the back of my head. “Yes, sir,” I answered. “That’s right, boy. You are getting my load.” With that, the man shoved his cock all the way in, and I felt his warm fluid shoot hard up my hole. “Fuck! Take it, boy.” After unloading, the man started jackhammering my hole again. He cussed and fucked as if he was working to accomplish something more with my hole than just breeding it. “Damn, just fuck! Shit!” About five other men stood around the room watching and egging the top on. “Yeah, breed it! Breed that newbie hole good!” “We’re next,” said a gruff voice from behind us. Cigar man pulled out and slapped my ass. One man got underneath me. He was white haired and muscular with a beard and blue eyes. Probably in his early 60s. “Hey there, ShortStop, you’re just as cute as your pics on that safe-sex site,” he grinned. Then another man mounted me from behind and started shoving his cock into my butt. “You’re going to need to popper up, kid.” He held the bottle under my nose as his buddy slid into my ass. Once he hit bottom, I heard the top say from behind my head, “Okay, now you.” The white haired man held the poppers under my nose for about a half minute more, before he capped the bottle and started pushing his boner against my hole and the other man’s shaft. The poppers loosened up my resolve and I relaxed, letting a second raw cock push up inside me. “Damn hot!” the white haired man grinned as his dick sank into me snug against the hard cock of his buddy. The others in the room cheered as my hole finally opened up for the second cock. When both cocks were inside me, they each started thrusting in opposite directions. The thought of how the sperm inside my hole was lubing up both shafts thoroughly had me rock hard in my now jizz-soaked jock strap. “Yes!” I moaned. “Fuck me. Take that hole.” The two old men continued to fuck in and out of my hole, sometimes in different directions, sometimes they plunged their rigid cocks into me together causing me to yell out. The other men in the room loved it. Poz9in was still there, too, occasionally grabbing my hard dick and jacking it as he watched my hole now taking in two semen covered cocks. He was jacking me when he asked the men for their HIV status. The guy under me answered, “We’re here to poz ShortStop91.” “Fuck!” I said aloud. Both cocks were hitting my prostate. “We like to cruise that safe-only site that this boy is on," he explained. "Once in a while, we score a young neg sub. We start with condoms, but somehow he will end up getting our raw cocks and loads inside him by morning. But the BarebackFuckers ad said this hot jock’s finally taking loads.” “Fuck yes, he is,” Poz9in replied. “Fuckin’ hot,” said the man on top of me and I felt the two cocks grow bigger and harder. “I’m getting close to cumming.” “Me too,” said the white haired man. “Let’s try to come together and fucking fill up this safe jock’s hole.” They both started pounding my ass as Poz9in held the poppers bottle under my nose again. “Open up that pink hole for me, baby. I want to see these men fuckin breed you with their toxic seed.” I took about eight hits. I was once again letting old men have and use my hole bareback, and I was fucking turned on—And these old men were actually trying to poz me! I felt Poz9in put his hand back into my jock and feel my dick. “He wants it.” Both men inside me were fucking me in sync now which made me yell out when they hit bottom, plunging both their cocks in. They, too, were vocal in building up to cumming. “Ah, I’m going to fucking cum,” said the man on top of me. “Fucking take it, now, jock boy,” said the white haired man. “We want you knocked up good.” “Fuck yeah. FUCK!” the top's mouth was pressed against the back of my ear. He was unloading. “Jesus fucking… fuck!” “Yeah, shit! Me, too.” The white haired man went rigid and held my ass down so he could push his cock in as far as possible. I could feel both cocks pulse as they pumped their warm poz jizz into me. As they spasmed, both men seemed to fight to get deeper into my hole. “Damn! We got him. We got him. That’s about 7 days build-up of poz sperm we just pumped into you, boy. Hope it takes.” As the men slowly pulled both of their dicks out of my hole and leave the bed, Poz9in still knew I was buzzed on poppers and kept his hand in my jock, pumping my dick. On my knees with my legs spread, my wet fuck hole was open and exposed to the rest of the men in the room. I felt Poz9in tug on my jock pouch and there was a loud ripping sound as the threads gave way. I felt the cool air of the room on my hard dick when it fell out of the broken jock strap. Poz9in said, “I haven’t tasted young neg cum in a long time.” I watched as his head went between my legs and, still buzzing on poppers, I felt the wet warmth of his mouth on my dick. He sucked on it and I was ecstatic. As his tongue worked the sensitive head of my cock, my ass begged for another cock from the room of old men. Anyone, I thought, someone please put a cock in me. I heard the rustling of movement in the room as Poz9in started going up and down on my dick with his mouth and throat. To make more room for his head and shoulder, I had to raise my right knee off the bed. That’s when I felt the next man’s large hands grab hold of my thighs and his cock enter my fully spermed up hole. Poz sperm, no less! The man’s girthy hard cock slipped easily inside, and started fucking me. “Ahhhh, yeah. Let's all get this cute jock boy fucked up,” the man said as he began to pound me hard.

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

Chapter 7: Crossroads Steve came home to New York from the Puerta Escapada trip feeling more and more discontented, even to the point of frustration with himself and his life. His scenes had gone well, he’d gotten a generous pay packet from Daniel’s new company, Hawaiian Nine Films, and he’d enjoyed a week of tropical sunshine. Perhaps most important, he felt that he’d made some progress in cracking Daniel’s prickly shell and building at least the beginnings of a friendship. From everything he’d heard about the Hawaiian Nine, that was the one thing that Daniel’s life was sorely lacking – apart from a family, and there had been many melodramatic rumours about what had happened to him in that department. It was just one of the paradoxes of Steve’s life that, while his Rod Rammer screen persona was demanding, forceful, and largely self-centred and self-interested, the real man under the character was none of those things. By nature quiet, kind, caring, and even gentle, Steve was now (at the age of 34) beginning to understand just how much stress the constant projection of “Rod Rammer” was causing him – and it was due to the disconnect between the character and his own personal truth. Part of the problem was that, unlike the screen or stage actor, he had to keep living his character 24/7, since any failure to do so could harm his career. His frustration stemmed from the fact that, like Daniel, he wanted to work with people who shared his commitment to doing this work as thoroughly as possible, bringing a full sense of immersion and involvement to every scene, every encounter – and once again, there had been Erik’s posturing and self-adoration (although he had worked much better after Steve had used the Rammer and the Ten-Squirt-Money-Shot to choke him), and James’s unwillingness to even try to perform. There had been too many Eriks and too many Jameses over the last few years, and as Steve moved into his thirties he had even less patience with that kind of dilettante nonsense. Then there was his frustration with himself. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that the career path he had followed had been, in many ways, the path of least resistance. He’d let himself be seduced by the easy money he could make by just waving his huge cock around in public – a line of work which (as he told himself in a fit of self-loathing) required no particular skill or effort to improve. Not least, he was now reaching an age where he was more conscious of the ticking clock. It wasn’t just the fact that at 34 he was finding it more and more of an effort to try to keep himself in top condition so he could maintain good performance at all times. There was also the sure knowledge that, sooner or later, another cute young guy with an awesome cock was going to come along and knock him off the pedestal he’d occupied securely for over a decade. Finally, and not least, there was the nagging hole in his own personal life. Steve had always known that he needed a man by his side, a partner who could share life with him in all its possible variety, and he didn’t have a man. It just wasn’t possible to pursue a good relationship as long as he was working in this field – not the kind of relationship he wanted. He knew that he didn’t want to try to form that kind of bond with another porn performer, and definitely not while they were both still working. The truth was that the homebody in Steve’s personality was making its slow way towards the surface, and his desire to change career paths, to settle down, to have a home of his own with another man, was pushing harder and harder at him with each passing year. All these negative vibes combined to give Steve the feeling that his work, at times, was just like a prison cell, locking him within its confines. None of this deterred him from continuing to work, but it did slow the pace somewhat. His fees were high enough now that he didn’t have to dance constantly, or rush from one film gig to the next, just to pay the bills. He had reached a point in his career where he could (and did) accept an exclusive contract with the most top-notch of his regular studios, a contract which gave him the option of selecting film gigs on the basis of confirming in advance who his scene partners would be, always with an escape clause which stated that he wasn’t bound to proceed with some other model if the specified partner(s) failed to appear. His financial future was completely secure, not least because his older patron had retired and gone to live full-time in Costa Rica – but had let him keep the condo in New York at the same bargain-basement rent. This allowed him to squirrel away plenty of money, and to build up a healthy nest egg for his own future. Although they didn’t work together again for quite a while, Steve watched from a distance with pleasure as Daniel’s fortunes shot up like a rocket. The quality of his productions for Hawaiian Nine Films was the talk of the industry, and his films and performers regularly scooped significant numbers of trophies at every major gay porn awards presentation. Steve watched a number of them, and he was both flattered and amused that Daniel had mandated his signature style of money shots as the type of cum scene that he wanted from all of his models, even adopting it for himself in the appearance he made in every film. Apart from the money shots, every one of these films was made on a location shoot in a different resort area, and the incredible scenic views captured in the films made them into travelogues of the gay world, by day and by night. The scenic surroundings enhanced the sizzling sexuality of many of the scenes. It was a pleasure to watch Daniel’s work, undoubtedly, and since his films always managed to be incredibly hot, it was also a pleasure to work out a load or two while watching one of them – usually right after one of his own shoots, when his cumshots had dwindled down through overuse from “awe-inspiring” to just about what a normal guy would consider “a good one”. As his porn career slowed down, Steve used his spare time to begin taking online courses in business management and marketing, reasoning that such training would help kick the door open in any number of future career options. He also began focusing on conversations with clients in the business world, seeing if any pearls of wisdom would drop in his path as a result. One of these men told him, “Whatever you do, with your attitude, don’t ever think about going into human relations.” The irony. He had a good hearty laugh over that one later on at home. He kept working for a few more years, mostly out of indecision. He knew that the time was coming, and that he had to be ready to get out when the opportunity presented itself, but so far that had not happened. Steve knew that his heart wasn’t really in the work any more, but he was looking for a sign – maybe not a brilliant new star blazing in the heavens, but he’d settle for a road sign with an arrow pointing to the off ramp. That was his own term for what he needed, and the sign appeared in front of him during the week after his thirty-seventh birthday, when he was out in Los Angeles for a film gig. He'd completed his scene that afternoon, a rousing fuck and the usual massive cum shot into and over the swelling ass cheeks of a cute Scandinavian blond named Sven. But then, he had broken one of his own unwritten rules, setting up a date for that night with one of the cameramen, a muscular, sexy black guy. Steve felt sure he could get that man’s meat inside him and arranged to hook up at a well-known bar. Then, just as he was about to leave, the company owner came to him and asked him to take on one more scene in two days, as the planned top had just tested positive for some nasties. Helpful Steve agreed to the additional scene at once, and then Second Thought Steve realized that he had no way to contact Aaron, the cameraman. He knew that he’d have to go through with both commitments, even if his final cumshot for the scene in two days’ time was less than his usual epic load. He did take good care, though, not to get recognized by anyone. If he were to be recognized, he’d get swarmed instantly. He slipped quietly into the bar, dressed in baggy jeans and a hoodie, with the hood pulled low over his face. Then he leaned back against a wall and scanned the room looking for the tall, black stud he was to meet. After about thirty minutes, he realized that he’d been ghosted by Aaron. “Fuck it,” he thought to himself, “I’ll just get a drink and then leave.” And then he tried to muscle his way into the tight-packed mob in front of the bar. At an impasse, he glanced around, and saw that the guy right next to him was looking down, searching for a gap he could push his foot into to get closer to the bartenders. Before Steve could adjust his position, the guy’s eyes caught the bulge in his jeans, and his head swivelled up to catch Steve’s eye, at which point his own eyes widened comically. Steve leaned close to him and said, in an urgent undertone, “Don’t say anything – please.” “How about, ‘Let me buy you a drink.’ Is that okay?” Steve nodded and mouthed “Margarita” at him. Then he stepped back and let the other guy do all the pushing and shoving. He felt safer once he was a few steps out of the crowd anyway. In about five minutes, the guy pushed back out of the crowd with two margaritas in hand, and then steered Steve over to a quieter corner where there were a couple of free seats. Steve flopped into a chair with his back to the crowd of men in the club, and the other guy sat down across from him, planting the drinks on the table. “Before you ask, I’m not working tonight,” Steve said, by way of an opener. “I guessed that. I’m Jim, by the way. Why are you here, then?” “Just needed to get out for a breather. Day after tomorrow, I have to work with a real creep on my current, uh, ‘job’ (he emphasized the word with air quotes) – and I needed to get away from him for a bit. I was supposed to meet one of the crew here, but he ghosted me.” “His loss -- he got scared, huh?” “Story of my life, it happens all the time. If they only knew….” His voice trailed off. What had prompted Steve to let that bit of thinking loose, he couldn’t imagine, but the look on Jim’s face told him that this had been the right guy to tell. His secret was safe here. “What do you mean?” It was a sincere question. Jim sensed that he really needed to talk and was prepared to listen. Steve still hesitated for a few moments, so Jim prodded him a little more. “You can tell me; I won’t rat you out.” Steve sat and thought for a minute longer, and then reached a decision. Leaning closer, he said, “I don’t want to talk about it here. Do you know someplace quieter where we could chat?” “I just live a block away.” Steve tossed back the rest of his margarita. “Sounds good. Let’s go.” Jim swallowed his too, and then walked out of the club with Rod Rammer beside him – and nobody else in the place apparently aware of who’d just been that close to them or what a golden opportunity they’d all missed. Or had they? It seemed plain to Jim that the world-famous porn stud was hiding out tonight, but he wondered if the reason might have to do with something other than his career. They walked in silence down the street, around the corner, and Jim led the way into a building and up to his third-floor walk-up. He led Steve into his apartment and offered him a seat and a drink. “Thanks – but just a Perrier with ice if you have it. I can’t afford to drink too much the last couple of nights before a shoot.” “Take it with lemon?” “Yes, thanks.” Jim set up the glasses with ice and lemon, opened two bottles of Perrier, and set them down on the table, then sat next to his guest. Steve poured some for himself, and then sat there, staring at the bottle as he turned it slowly around and around in his hands. Jim was already expecting his next question, and Steve went right where Jim guessed he would. “So, how did you spot me?” Jim pointed at the clearly visible lump in his loose jeans. “Do you really have to ask?” Steve groaned. “There’s just no way to hide the damn thing. Let me tell you, it’s not a blessing, it’s a curse.” “That doesn’t stop half the tops on the planet from wishing they had one like yours.” “I know. Idiots have no idea what they’re wishing for. In films they have to pair me with bottoms whose holes are pretty much wrecked. I have no idea what a nice, tight newbie feels like because they all run screaming when they see it.” “I’d have run away when I was just getting started.” “You don’t know the half of it. Several studios have wasted time and money on at least a dozen scenes that never got finished because the bottom either couldn’t take it or else he lost his nerve and took off without even trying. But that’s not why it’s a curse.” “What then?” In his films, Rod Rammer was always an aggressive, take-charge, go for it now, and no hesitation kind of man’s man. Right now, though, the guy sitting beside Jim was so hesitant that it made him seem like a completely different person. Jim realized that he was seeing the real man, not the screen persona. Steve took a deep swig of his Perrier. At last, he spoke. “It’s a job. The money’s good, and I earn it. I put in a good day’s work and the guys financing the films are as happy as pigs in shit. But, see, they don’t give a royal flying fuck if the people working in front of the camera are happy. It’s just “this is who you are, this is what you do” and no arguments. “And you’re not happy?” “No, I’m not. I go through the motions because it’s my job and I pride myself on doing that job thoroughly. I’ve been doing it for years, as I’m sure you know. I’ve had some fun moments with some great guys, and some awful moments with some rotten ones. Everybody thinks I must be happier than a pig in shit myself because I get to fuck and breed so often with so many world class studs and cute twinks under me. But I’m not happy. Truth is, I’m really getting fed up with the whole fucking deal.” “Because…?” One last long moment of hesitation, and then he let it out. “Because I really prefer to bottom.” Jim’s jaw dropped halfway down to his own lap. Steve went quickly on, the words spilling out in a rapid gush of feelings as if he’d been trapping them inside himself for far too long – which, of course, he had. “Yeah, I know, what kind of a weirdo nutcase am I, sitting here with the dick of death that so many guys dream of having, and I’d rather have someone else shove his dick inside my ass. But that’s it. I want to get fucked. Not just once, or twice – a lot. It’s so damn frustrating! Not one guy I hook up with will ever do it, because all they can think about is trying to get my cock inside their holes. And the studios? No way are they going to finance a movie with that in it. If it ever gets out that the Numero Uno Top Stud in gay porn is really a bottom at heart, my career is toast.” Tears glistened in his eyes, as he let all of his deep-held frustrations boil over. He sucked in a deep, shaky breath. “Come here, buddy. Closer.” Jim got his arms around Steve and hugged him, stroking his back to soothe him and help him calm down. Steve put his head down into Jim’s shoulder and Jim held him close. His shoulders quivered a few times, and Jim reassured him calmly, quietly, “Breathe. Breathe deep. It’ll help.” They sat like that for a few minutes while Steve slowly got himself under control. Then he lifted his head up and said, “Sorry for letting go like that.” “It’s all good.” In after years, Steve would say that this was the exact moment when he retired from porn. He could feel the caring and consideration flowing from Jim, in strong waves, and sensed that he had found a kindred spirit at last. And then, Jim sealed the deal. He raised one hand, grasped Steve by the chin, and pulled him closer still until they were looking into each other‘s eyes. Even the colour of the eyes was a perfect match – near-identical slate grey on both men. With a smile, Steve moved to kiss Jim. That set the game afoot. They kissed tentatively at first, then more deeply. As they kissed, Jim slid his hand down Steve’s back until it reached his ass. One squeeze with his hand, and the kiss caught fire. Jim was kneading those tight buns firmly, and Steve had his hand clasped around Jim rapidly growing cock. But then Steve stopped and pushed Jim abruptly away. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can do this. Don’t get me wrong, I want you to do me -- but I can’t cum. I have to save that load for the creep.” Jim nodded his understanding. It made sense. Sure, you could cum a few times the night before and still summon up some sort of dribble of a money shot for the cameras – but a “Rod-Rammer-Ten-Spurts Money Shot”, the kind that was featured in the breathless blurbs on every gay media source you could imagine, needed to be prepared carefully and saved for the real moment of truth. Jim didn’t let that worry him. He just went right back to kissing Steve, telling him between kisses to just let him know if he felt dangerously close and they could stop. Then Jim stood up, drawing Steve up with me. They walked down the hall to the bedroom and began undressing each other. And that’s when Jim got the feeling that he was stuck in some weird kind of dream. Here he was, with the most famous (or infamous) giant piece of man meat in the gay porn industry staring him right in the face -- but the owner of that meat, the notorious Rod Rammer, didn’t want Jim to be giving his gigantic dick any of his attention. As much as Jim had fantasized about getting that enormous thing inside him (there weren’t many gay men who hadn’t), he knew that he wanted to -- no, needed to -- give Rod Rammer, just for once, the kind of sex which the man behind the screen name craved so badly. So, he spun Steve around, dropped to his knees, and buried his face in the tight crack between those small, curving ass cheeks. That was weird too. Somehow, his massive dick and equally huge reputation made Steve seem much bigger than he actually was. He had broad shoulders, yes, but they were almost disproportionately large compared to the rest of him. His waist was tight, and his butt cheeks looked almost twink-tiny. Once Jim got going, though, he stopped worrying about it. He was versatile, loved bottoming and topping equally, and was more than happy to have such a sweet ass begging for his attention. As Jim lapped and tongued away, Steve was moaning loudly above him, and muttering things like, “Jim, that’s incredible – don’t stop!” After a few minutes, he began prying into the hole with his tongue, twitching the tip to get that ass to loosen up and open. It didn’t take long. Steve might not get fucked that often, but he knew the drill perfectly well, and knew how to relax and let his muscles loosen. Before long, Jim had his tongue digging right into that hole, alternately with his finger, which he twisted and corkscrewed around to loosen that neglected ass even more. At last, he felt Steve was ready. Jim stood up, grabbed the lube, and greased up his cock – then shoved a couple of lubed-up fingers inside that channel. Steve moaned again. “You ready?” “Damn right. Give it to me.” “Get on your back.” That was Jim’s favourite position. He loved watching a guy’s facial expressions, and looking into his eyes, connecting with him while screwing him. On this night, making the connection personal and intimate was probably more important for this bottom than it had ever been with anyone Jim had ever fucked before. Obediently, Steve laid down and hoisted his legs, pulling them back to his shoulders. It was a sight for sore eyes, with his hard dick stretching itself halfway towards his face. Jim didn’t think that the old expression, “the third leg,” had ever looked so appropriate. He knelt there, looking Steve over, and then moved the head of his respectable seven-incher to rest against the hole. Jim pushed – gently, but firmly. The head popped inside quickly, to his surprise. But of course Steve was a pro, and he knew how the game worked. Jim held it there until he sensed that Steve was ready for more, and then began to lean and push. Slowly, his entire length disappeared inside Rod Rammer’s tight ass. He was tight. Jim could easily believe that the Rammer had only ever been fucked a handful of times and hadn’t had a cock in him for years. He took it easy, pumping gently in and out while kissing Steve with full tongue, until he felt the tight hole beginning to work with him. Then he began to pick up the pace. Jim used all the best techniques he’d mastered over the years, varying the speed, the angle, and the rhythm of his thrusts. Steve’s almost-virgin-tight hole was stroking his tool too effectively. He tried to think about anything else to avoid peaking prematurely -- the quarterly results from his company, the long-range weather forecast, the probability of a drought in coffee-growing areas -- but he just couldn’t stall the inevitable. This was going to happen. Jim was cumming -- and cumming very soon. “I’m gonna cum – where do you want it?” “Inside me, of course. Fill me up, give me your fucking load!” That’s all it took. Jim’s cock exploded inside Rod Rammer’s now-loosened fuck tunnel, pumping shot after shot of cum into him. Jim collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, his still-hard cock firmly lodged inside that satisfied ass. And Steve was definitely satisfied; he was purring like a contented cat. “I’m sorry I came so fast. I don’t know what got into me.” “Do you hear me complaining?” Jim laughed and admitted that, no, he hadn’t been hearing any complaints. Then Steve added, “Besides, who said I’m letting you off with seeding me just once?” It took a while (Jim certainly wasn’t eighteen any more), but eventually his cock rose to the occasion and delivered a second load inside that sweet hole, after a much longer and more vigorous fuck that included a much greater variety of positions. After that second climax, as Jim cooled down and then slid out, he realized that Steve was dozing off, and looked at the clock – 1:15 am. Jim leaned over and murmured in Steve’s ear, “Stay with me tonight, okay?” Steve nodded, mumbled a sleepy “Thanks, Jim,” and checked out. Jim kissed the back of his neck, pulled the covers over both of them, and went to sleep, embracing him as his happy ass cushioned Jim’s satiated dick. Around 7:30, in the morning, Jim awoke to the unmistakable sensation of a hot mouth working on his dick. He stroked the head as it bobbed up and down and said, “Good morning.” “Goo morrn” was the response, a little mumbled, which wasn’t surprising as his mouth was rather full and busy. It only took a few minutes before Jim felt his sperm rising again. He warned Steve that he was about to cum, and Steve redoubled his efforts until Jim’s morning load pulsed out into his mouth, to be quickly swallowed. He came up, kissed Jim, and said with immense satisfaction, “That’s something else that the damn studios will never let me do!” He seemed to Jim to be a completely different man this morning, bright and cheerful, with a real (not faked) sparkle in his eyes. That made Jim feel good. And it nerved him to make a little request. “Can I get you to do a little something for me?” Immediately, Steve looked guarded and suspicious. “What?” “Nothing heavy or awful,” Jim said. And then he outlined his request. Steve demurred at first, but Jim assured him that it would only be for a minute, just long enough to take a no-faces picture. He had his camera in place on the tripod, as always, and ready to go. At last, Steve agreed. Jim dived onto his cock, sucking and slurping at it until it came up to full mast. He had to keep rising higher and higher off the bed to keep up with it. Then, he grabbed the lube, greased that pole and his ass, tossed the lube aside, grabbed the camera remote control, and proceeded to sit down on the most famous cock in gay porndom, facing Rod Rammer’s feet. Jim was only able to get about half of it into him, but that was enough. Two pictures later, he got a wet cloth and washed off Steve’s dick and his own ass. Then he showed Steve the pics – and Steve agreed that they were discreet enough to keep him from getting in trouble with his current exclusive studio contract. The most important detail was that Jim had gotten the distinctive mole on the underside of the shaft safely concealed inside himself before hitting the shutter button. They enjoyed a languid shower together – no more fucking or sucking, just a lot of pleasant sensual caressing with and without the soap. Each of them quickly found out another similarity between them: both were touch-sensitive in a lot of areas of the body, not only the usual main target zones. After a late, leisurely breakfast, Steve had to go. They exchanged phone numbers, and then Jim asked him if he could share his real name. “My name is Steve – Steve Rotherham.” “Jim Radstock.” “I’d like to see you again, Jim.” “That would be great,” Jim replied, and really meant it. Somehow, though, it seemed unlikely that the two of them, living on opposite sides of the country, would ever meet again. Six months later, his studio announced that the legendary porn star, Rod Rammer, was retiring “to pursue other interests.” That announcement triggered an avalanche of anguished protests on the studio’s social media channels. Steve got hit by a much more pleasant avalanche, of congratulations and best wishes from dozens upon dozens of people whom he had met and worked with, from New York to Los Angeles, not to mention Canada and Europe. The respect and affection all of those people felt for him was unmistakable. Steve was totally overwhelmed by the love shown to him from across the industry. Jim smiled broadly when he read that Rod Rammer was retiring “to pursue other interests,” certain that virtually no one among his legions of distraught fans, and very few people even in the porn trade, would have the slightest idea what those “other interests” might be. He sent Steve a congrats and best wishes text message. Steve smiled even more broadly when he read that one. He certainly hadn’t forgotten Jim. He sent off a quick “Thank you, Jim” in reply. As it happened, Jim was wrong. There were a few people who easily read between the lines of the announcement – among them Calum and Matteo, both of whom had maintained contact as friends with Steve throughout his meteoric career. The Hawaiian Nine, too, certainly got the unspoken message, loud and clear – as well as drawing inspiration from the spoken one. In his characteristic thoughtful manner, Steve sent thank you messages to everyone who had written to him. Then he registered for a college business administration and marketing program in Denver, a city he had rarely visited. He sent a detailed letter of thanks to his patron in Costa Rica, informing him that he would be vacating the New York condo on August 31 and would arrange for it to be given an end-to-end deep cleaning, and thanking him sincerely for all his help and support through the years. After that, Rod Rammer disappeared, as thoroughly as if he truly had dropped off the face of the earth.

I am now an official cum dump For the last three weeks I have been getting fucked by a local guy He is married with3 kids He is about 45 and has a wonderful 8 “ big divk He works very close and gets off at 5. Today he asked if I could be his regular cum dump. The plan is if he gets horny after work after work he will text me Give me time to clean out. He came over today.I wait for him bare ass on bed He comes is strips and I suck him a little He then pounds my hole till he cums. He wants to use my ass at least once or maybe twice a week All he wants is a hole to fuck we will see how this works but it is a good start

Username is @gaywolf

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.

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.

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.

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

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

The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 4 It didn’t take long before I had more cock being shoved into my hole. Around 2 hours later, the door to my motel room opened and a man walked in. “Hey, boy. It’s me Poz9in again. Thought I’d come back and see if you were still here.” I turned over to look at him as he did something on his phone in the dark room. From the light of his phone, I could see that he was a tall, older man with dark stubble and scars on his face. “There. That’s done.” He turned off his phone and put it in his back pocket and pulled his pants off and walked over to me. “You are so fucking hot in that jock strap,” he said as he pinned be to the bed. “Look at that mop of blonde hair! I remember being young and reckless.” He used his hand to grab a fist of my hair and then mussed it up. “Feel my cock.” Poz9in pushed my hand below his tight white t-shirt and my hand came into contact with his rigid meat. I felt the top first. He had a large circumcised head. It was wet at the slit with precum. I remembered what it felt like a few hours ago to have it so deep inside my ass. His shaft was hard and slightly curved to the left. “It wants to be inside your butt, baby. Roll over.” A good submissive, I did as the man commanded and he kicked my legs apart roughly and then mounted me, his raw cock immediately pressed against my hole. I felt as he rubbed his precum on the ring of my hole. “Fuck, yeah!” he exclaimed as he pushed. “AAAhhh,” I moaned into the pillow as his cock broke through the ring and up. He went deep immediately. “Fuuuck! Yeah, you take it, son. Take my raw poz cock up your neg ass again. Can’t believe you’re taking men bareback now.” He fucked in and out of my hole. “I used to check out the safe-only site, too. Lots of hot young ass on that site. Damn, boy. You are going to get a second load outta me soon. But first, I should tell you that I took a page outta Hank’s book and reposted that safe-only profile screenshot of you on BarebackFuckers again. I figured Hank wouldn’t mind if he’s prepping you for the bathhouse with the likes of me and that other poz guy. I confirmed tonight's late fuck party when I walked in the door and saw you were still here. I know you like older men like me, so I required that the tops be at least twice your age.” “Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed. I’m going to be gangbanged bareback by old men in a motel room all night. "YES!" My hole tightened around Poz9in’s cock as it pistoned my hole. I wanted his load. “That’s right, son. That hole of yours is going to take more raw daddy cock tonight,” he taunted. “Fuck I’m close! I want these men to use my sperm as lube like Coach did earlier. I fuckin’ loved watching that old man’s poz cock get covered in my sperm as your sweet pink hole stretched to take it back in. I was hard and precuming again when I watched him shoot his load in you. I knew I had to get my cock back in your hole again. Fuckin take it, boy! Take my load.” He huffed as he bucked against my ass in and out, building up the load to shoot. He yelled and pushed in as far as he could. The large head of his cock pressed against my guts. I heard the door to the room open as I felt his sperm coat the walls of my rectum again. “Damn!" Poz9in pushed his cock in and out slowly as he came down from the climax. "That’s how to take a poz load, jock boy.” “That’s fuckin hot!” the new arrival said in a gruff voice. “So ShortStop91 is taking all loads now?” “That’s right. His master got him to take raw cock tonight. I think the poppers helped a lot.” Poz9in grabbed the brown bottle from the night stand and tossed it back to the man. He pulled is cock out of my hole so that the new man could take my ass. “Good to know,” the man said as he started to push his cock into my ass. He smelled like cigars. “I've had my eye on this one. This is one beautiful ass!” “It sure is.” Poz9in opened the door. “Step right in, sirs. No rubbers. For a small fee, this safe-only boy is taking cock bareback for the first time tonight. Thank you. Thank you. Yes, sir, all loads go up the ass. Thank you.”

For about 20 years now, if not longer, I have been saying "I will vote for the Democrat even if the candidate is the reanimated zombie corpse of Adlai Stevenson" - not because I think Democrats are perfect, but because the Republican Party is that bad.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again. I don’t think that I’m skilled enough to fulfil the role of a slave. But present me with a man like Doug. And I can be a slave for a long weekend if it plays out like in this story. Oh my fucking God, one of the best I’ve ever read anywhere on the Internet.

Nice, love to kiss that hole💋

I was the same. I couldn't bend forward to suck, but head over heels, I could. I sucked myself from around 14 until I finally lost my virginity at age 20. I'm cut--and so was every man I met for the longest time. afterwards.

Et tu? I’m feeling pretty retarded by having had another guy say, “Bet you can suck yourself,” before I knew I could.

Does anyone else say or shout out the name of S.atan at the moment of orgasm? It might be my imagination but i find it really ramps up the feeling of lust and evil.

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

First dicked sucked my USAF room mate in about 1970, cut, long and with a distinctive bend.

I was diagnosed poz in 1998 at the age of 23. My partner and I were in our honeymoon and went to the test after 3 months being together. His test result was negative, mine not. Although I am now proudly poz, that time the AIDS epidemic was still a short time ago and the HAART was quite new, with many side effects and complicated medication regimen, a ton of pills, cooling necessary for some and so on. Fortunately nature gifted me with a quite special immune system: for twenty years, I lived without pills. Viral load oscillated between 60 and 120 copies per ml, CD4 stable at 750. My doctors were all fascinated, my HIV specialist was totally supportive and an amazing doctor in general, one of the best I ever worked with. He respected my decision to not take pills until necessary. At my 20th poz birthday in summer 2018 I started treatment after my blood results slightly deteriorated and I felt that my body has to work harder to get rid of everyday infections like a cold or so. I take one pill every day with no side effects whatsoever. Now I am close to 50 and I am happy to have spared my body from 20 years of accumulated long term damage without facing damaging effects of the virus. But the immune system is aging faster without treatment, and I am convinced, that I started the treatment at the absolute perfect time. I have moved away from the city with the said gorgeous doctor, but now I have found a likewise great specialist and I am in most trustworthy hands again. Regular blood control is essential, there's no sense in busting one's head in the sand. But if you're in a stable condition, use your freedom to choose your own way.

Here is another quicky on Independance Day... Snif Visit by austinsubmale A few weeks ago I was on that location based app, you know the one I am talking about. It is a map based app where it shows icons of where people are at. I was looking at pics, you click on their icon and their profile pops up. I messaged several guys to say I liked their pics. Most don't respond at all, and some will even block or just delete messages. Most guys on the app are bottoms, but I have my filters set to only show the ones that are very, vers top or top. One guy responded. He asked me if I wanted to come over. He was a black guy and the pic showed a nice big dick. His status was UD+. I said yes and he gave me the address, a seedy apartment complex in a bad neighborhood. I've been there once before. That time I got stood up. I went over and knocked on his door. Hoping this time it would work out and I would get fucked. He answered the door and it was dark inside. He was completely naked and his big, long, thick black dick was already partially hard. I took off my clothes right there near the door and he sat down on his bed. I got on my knees and started sucking him. He turned on a porno of a gangbang scene with several big dicked black guys like him working over a chubby white guy like me. While I was sucking he picked up a glass pipe and fired up a lighter on it. I was worried because I've had bad experiences with tweakers getting "Tina dick" before but as he smoked it he actually got even harder. He didn't offer me any and I wouldn't have taken any but what he does is his business as long as he can fuck. After he was done smoking he told me to get up on the bed, laughing at my tiny white cock. I got up and he positioned me face down, ass up. He lubed up his dick and poured some on my ass then slid a finger and then two inside to get my hole ready. He then slid his dick into me in one slide stretching my hole wide open and probing deep. He really pounded me super hard and fast and it was almost painful at first. The meth he had smoked clearly had him going at hyper speed. He was watching the video and really talking to me as he used my ass and then unloaded in it a couple of times. Telling me to take his hot load. Calling me a worthless faggot. After I left I checked the app and he had blocked me. I logged out and went into anonymous mode so I could see his profile. He had changed his status from UD+ to just Positive. This morning I woke up with fever and chills, and I know exactly why.

That has happened to all of us. Usually guys that are hung have had a greater chance of doing it to me. Sometimes you can clean out for hours and it’s still not enough.

my neg pup cunt needs to be ruined

Uncut. Love the smell and taste of uncut dick

The saddest part is not Justin Heath Smith or the probable loss of Austin Wolfe as a source of entertainment. The saddest part is that many misinformed and homophobic straight people have reinforcement to their anti-gay beliefs that gay men pose a threat to boys and children in general as pedophiles. When you think about it why the fuck couldn’t he just be a felon by virtue of fraud, extortion or other non-pedophilia crimes? Ryan Rose, Sargent Miles and others showed us how that should be done! I stand with @PrisonbaiT and confess that while I enjoyed him aesthetically and enjoyed his Alpha male energy his bottoms in this latter stage of his performing career seemed to be surrogates for boys instead of men. While I’m not so deluded as to think that a person’s performance is always or usually their preference his acting never seemed good enough to be that convincing; it seemed like his more recent work was playing to type. Being a man who has had a son die in prison I hope Heath/Wolfe has a better fate than that. But (again in my opinion) sex with children should be a capital offense.

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

Say you want my poz cock.” “I want it. I want your poz cock inside me.” He held the poppers under my nose longer. “Do you want me to put on a rubber? That could be fun.” I thought: But, the Crisco would break the condom. Ohhhh! Leon wants to “stealth” me. Flying on poppers, I managed to say, “Fuck my hole, Leon! Make sure to put on a condom. I’m neg!” “That’s what I like to hear. Hot neg jock boys who want poz daddies to lube them up and put on condoms.” I could hear a condom being taken out of its package. A few seconds later, I could feel Leon’s latex sheathed cock rubbing my hole. He took my hand and forced me to fell the rubber on his cock. “See! All safe.” He slammed it against my hole a few times then entered it, roughly. He pushed all the way into me to bottom out in my guts. “Ahhhhh!” I yelled. Leon once again pushed my head down onto the hood of the car as he mounted my hole. “FUUUUCK that’s big!” “Just wait a bit, Adam, you’ll loosen up for me.” Leon then started long-dicking me with his massive meat. “Stay still and let daddy fuck up that cute boy hole. Hit the poppers again if you need to. I’m taking this hole.” “Fuck!” I grabbed the brown bottle again and hit off it until my whole body tingled with warmth. I could feel Leon ram fucking my ass with his giant cock, but it didn’t hurt so much now. He fucked me like that for 10 minutes, deep drilling me, pushing my legs farther apart to the point that I heard my uniform pants zipper stretch and rip between my knees. Fuck this is hot! Leon pulled out a few times to punch my hole with his cockhead as he reentered me, grunting. He kept his hand on the back of my neck as he fucked me. “Stay still, boy, while I fuck you. I want to bruise up that pink hole of yours so that you’ll feel me all week.” He continued using his cockhead to bust my hole open roughly. I could sense Leon getting close as his grip on the nape of my neck tightened. I used my ass muscles to try to get more of his cock inside me. I heard a snap. “Adam. You’re neg, right?” “Yes, sir” I LIKE THAT PART VERY MUCH .... TURN ME SO ON !!! 🤪

Yeah, those Dawson '50 Load Weekend' films were kind of responsible for me going raw again. There wasn't a lot of raw gay porn in those days. Dawson taking all that raw dick and raw loads was hot as hell. If I was hosting a top or having a breed and seed, I'd usually have a Dawson dvd playing on my TV. The sight of that cum dripping out of his hole would encourage a few of the guys that had insisted on condoms to try going bare. He and the rest of the Treasure Island/Paul Morris films did at least start me back on taking bb loads.

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?”

This is a very strong virus I suppose... And you gave me an inspiration for the story I'm stuck in. But we'll talk about it in another place...

Oh my goodness! I’m captured! Please tell us more of this brilliant tale!

If I do become poz, I would get a biohazard tattoo. I’d want it on my right hip or butt. It wouldn’t be publicly visible, just to those with whom I might fuck.

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

Phenomenal advice in this thread. I would just add, because it's not made explicitly clear, though certainly implied. Bottoms - bring your own lube. This is the safest way to make sure it isn't altered or "enhanced". My personal favorite is X-Lube, but adding a little grease such as Slam Dunk can definitely make things easier. Again, because it's important, don't trust your top to have the best lube. BRING YOUR OWN LUBE.

I love it when guys eat out my sloppy gape!

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

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

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

Sometimes the desires become too strong to fight. I ended up in a closet riding a guys cock while his girlfriend slept on the couch last week. He shot his load deep, didn't even bother to ask. Two days later I was blowing two guys and they both shot their loads down my willing throat, they never even asked. Another two days later, completely cum addicted, I let a bbc bend me over and break me. He shot two loads deep, never asked. Maybe tonight I'll take another load without my permission. I can tell my body hasn't had enough.

What planet are y'all on. Twitter and only fans and countless sights with millions of slutty females on it. Y'all just gonna act like they not saying hey I want the dirty cummy stick filling up my already uses holes, doesn't negate have the fact that the video is showing multiple guys using her holes raw. If the vast majority of guys are into one night stands. Then she is forced to endure one night stands from multiple men until it becomes the norm. Just cuz u said all the right things to insinuate a possible relationship to get in her cat, don't mean she ain't heard it from every other man. Woman know you want to Believe that they conquered the weak . Makes the sex better letting a man predator feel like they are devouring its lady prey. So we act like we ain't know you were lying to get in our pussy when we already knew what you came to do.

This writing is entirely a product of imagination. Nothing is true and this does not encourage risky sexual behavior. Chapter 5 - Muscledude's Unprotected Hole Robert and David have been together for 6 years and of that time 4 years poz. Both Robert and David are both really muscular and spend a lot of time in the gym. Robert is 45 years old and David is 24 years old. David and Robert started dating when David was only 18 years old. Two years later, they got married and had a memorable and hot honeymoon in Brazil. Robert and David love sex and love showing off their muscular bodies. During their two-week honeymoon in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, they had sex with countless new men every day. Robert and David toured Rio's gay saunas and cruising areas for two weeks. Although both men are more tops, especially David's hole was tender and swollen after a two-week honeymoon. Brazilian men were hot for a muscular 20 year old all white guy. Both grooms had given and received countless loads during the two weeks. All bare. Two weeks after the trip, first Robert developed a fever and then David. They both received HIV as a gift from their honeymoon. Every year on their wedding day, Robert and David take a trip and reminisce about their honeymoon. They have already visited Berlin, Tokyo, Cairo and most recently Mexico City. At each location, local men happily accept Robert and David's sperm and seed their holes. For two months now, Robert and David have been fucking Roy, a 30-year-old muscular dude they met at the gym. Roy often works out at the gym with his husband. But Robert and David noticed some time ago how Roy always winked in their direction. One time Roy's husband was nowhere to be seen, so David went to talk to Roy. David made sure Roy could see the cock bulging under his shorts. After a while, Robert and David went to the locker room and the gym's sauna to relax after training. It didn't take more than a moment when they heard the sound of the shower and right after that Roy was standing at the door of the sauna with a towel on his hip. Robert and David had sat so that the only place for Roy was between the men. Roy climbed onto the top bench and sat between the men. Robert rubbed his muscles and hummed with pleasure. Robert opened his towel on his hip so that Robert's thick cock was exposed. Robert also rubbed his cock and moaned some more. David also opened his towel and revealed his luscious cock to Roy. Robert grabbed Roy's hand and led it to his own cock. Roy didn't resist and grabbed Robert's hard cock. David put his hand behind Roy's neck and guided Roy's face towards his crotch. Willingly, Roy opened his mouth and let David's cock slide deep into his throat. Robert had already put his hand on Roy's ass and slid his finger towards Roy's hole. "Please stop, I can't", said Roy startled. It turns out that Roy and the husband had a monogamous relationship, so Roy shouldn't be in this situation. Between two juicy cocks. "Okay, we're going home to fuck. It's nice if you come along. But that's entirely up to you. You're welcome!” said Robert and went to take a shower. David followed Robert. David and Robert were already dressed when Roy came out of the shower. "Wait, I'll go with you". On the way, Roy said that he had never cheated on his husband, even though he has a constant desire to have a stranger's cock in his ass. Once there, David and Robert undressed Roy right away. Robert offered his own cock for Roy to suck. David bent down to eat Roy's married hole. When Roy's hole was wet enough, David began to rub his cock on the hole. Roy demanded a condom for David. The men explained to Roy that they were just fucking bare, but it's completely safe because both men's viruses are undetectable. Roy was shocked to hear that both men are poz. David resolutely stated that it's bare or not at all. And pulling out is not an option, because if you fuck, the juices are always injected deep into the hole. Cheating muscle dude Roy was too horny. He couldn't refuse anymore. He could only say to David "Breed me". Both men fucked the cheater Roy in every possible position. Both cummed in Roy's hole twice. Every week, Roy would cheat on his husband once or twice at David and Robert's. Sometimes the men also quickly fucked Roy in the gym's sauna. Only in the weeks when David and Robert had a Thursday club meeting did they not fucked Roy. Because they were of meds. They did tell Roy what it was about. Roy listened in amazement that some willingly take poisonous sperm in their holes. Roy's own cock stood stone-faced when David told how they had gangbanged and inseminated 25-year-old Eric at John and Michael's and most recently a 35-year-old blindfolded parish priest at William and James's. Roy stared horny at the video of Max's gangbang, where Max begged for poz loads while blindfolded. The video caused Roy to shoot sperm with no hands.

Part 17 　 The things one hears just standing around. I find I have no idea of gay things and have not had any dealings with it before. Now after a weekend of seeing and feeling some of the things that go on between two guys it has left me wondering about them. Oh, well, has nothing to do with me I guess. By now I have to go to the bathroom and head there. As I am taking a leak I can hear the unmistakable, by now, sounds coming through the wall. Looks like the new owner and his friends are back at it again. Sounds like they are in his bathroom. Then I can hear one of them saying to go ahead and spray him down good and make sure I get to swallow some of that sweet pee while you are at it. They are apparently into the peeing mood now it seems. From the sounds, it is one guy getting all of them at once, too. I had tried my own and now I had that to think about, too. I think I will have to ask Hank about that next time we talk. About an hour later there was a knock on my back door. I answered it to find Hank. He asked how I was doing? I decided I needed to ask him about the peeing thing they were doing. I asked him too, "Hi, Hank, I wanted to ask you about something for sure, peeing things?" He grinned and said, "we call it watersports actually. What do you want to know?" I told him I had heard them through the wall, again. He laughed and said, "Looks like we are going to have to be quieter over there." I told him I had heard them the other day, too, and had actually tried my own. He said, "It was much better from someone else and he would be glad to show me sometime, if I wanted. He had actually come over to see if I wanted another good sucking as he thought my cum was really sweet tasting." I was flattered at that somewhat and definitely as soon as he had entered it was on my mind and my dick was already tingling from the memory. In just the couple of minutes we had been talking I could already see his cock starting to push against the material of his shorts and mine was definitely remembering his lips on it. I found I actually wanted one right now and told him I was ready for another one for sure. As we were talking, we had been heading into the livingroom, but now I headed for the stairs and he followed me up and to my bedroom. It took us almost no time to get naked and then his mouth was planted on mine as we kissed passionately. Without breaking the kiss, we climbed on the bed. His hand found my cock and started to stroke it and for the first time, I reached out and took ahold of his. I had wanted to see how that huge meat had felt and it throbbed in my hand as I stroked him, too. Then he surprised me by breaking off the kiss and looking me in the eyes, he said, "wow, that feels so good, but I have been drinking water and at least three beers all afternoon and now I have to piss, again. Would you like to try that now?" I nodded and we jumped out of bed and headed in to the bathroom and into the shower. I found I really wanted to try this. He pushed me down to my knees and said, "open your mouth and get ready." I opened wide and he leaned close with his cock almost in my mouth and said, "here it comes." As he said that, he suddenly started to piss in my mouth and I found myself trying to gulp it down. What a flood and my mouth kept opening and shutting, getting it all over me, as well. Then he grabbed my head as my mouth opened once more and all at once shoved his cock in as he unloaded the last of his piss, holding me tight so that all that was left was going in me and I had to swallow fast. His cock was so big, it filled my mouth and as he was finishing peeing, he kind of moved it in and out of my mouth a little while telling me to watch my teeth. Damn, I had a cock in my mouth! I hadn't been ready for that. I could taste his piss but then I found a different taste taking its place, something salty as the pee but also very sweet tasting. I looked up at him and he released my head then. As his cock came out of my mouth, I could see a long slick string still attached to the head and realized it must have been his precum I was tasting. I decided it tasted as good or maybe even better than the piss. He pulled me up then into a kiss. Then as he pulled back he asked, "how was that? I had to feel those lips of yours on my cock too." I said, "it tasted pretty good and I think your precum was even better." He smiled at that and said, "well, maybe you might like my cum too, we might have to 69 if you want." I frowned and he quickly said, "you don't have to right now, but soon I hope, but now I want your cum for sure." We wiped off the piss that I had on me and headed back into the bedroom. We got on the bed and laid down and were soon making out like crazy. Kissing and both of us stroking the other's cocks to full hardness. Then his kisses went down across me again and as he reached my cock he engulfed it all in one gulp and I almost came unglued again from the heat of his mouth. This time however he turned around on the bed so his cock was towards my head and he took ahold of my legs and raised them up and spread them wide. He sucked me for a while and then went down my balls and to my ass, licking and up and down my crack and running his tongue in my hole each time as far as he could. The tickle and tingle was driving me wild. Hank then went back up to my cock and as his mouth closed on it and started to swallow it, I felt his finger at my hole again, pressing into me and making my cock throb hard. As he did it all this time he suddenly straddled my face with leg on each side of my head and his cock dangling right in my face. It was dripping precum like crazy and I stuck my tongue out and started to lick it up. His mouth was doing fantastic things to my cock and I knew I was going to explode my cum into him almost too quickly. As his head bobbed up and down on my cock, he was lowering his cock closer to my face and as I gasped from the sensations, his cock entered my mouth. I was startled at first but then found I just had to suck it to try and make him fell like he was making me feel. He started to move his cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my mouth and throat. I didn't care with what his mouth was doing to me at this point. I could already feel my orgasm building and wanted it badly. Then I was there and my cum was filling his mouth full and again I felt his finger(s) filling my ass making my orgasm really intense. Just as I was finishing, Hank, pulled his cock from my mouth leaving me gasping and turned around on the bed. He clamped his mouth to mine and I could actually taste my cum on his lips and tongue as he kissed me deeply. I was almost out of it and in bliss. I then realized he had turned and was between my legs and his fingers were still in me and then he pulled them out and I felt the head of his cock at my hole and I could tell from the wetness that was forming there that Hank was cumming on me again and then it even felt like he pushed the head of his cock inside a little. The huge feeling coming with my orgasm was great too I found. Then we were both done and gasping for air.

What I did with my dad was just snuck in his room while he was alseep, carefully exposed him. He woke up with his cock down my throat and started jerking me.

I love it when I know a bottom gets into pain. It's all about me - I can fuck as hard as I want, put them in uncomfortable positions, whip them, whatever... They really become pieces of meat / holes...