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Stayed with friends while traveling with my fuck buddy. Hosts headed off to work and traveling buddy and I got active with their other guest. Tall, slim, nicely muscled, beautiful tan, animal tattoos and around the house stark naked. He had a beautiful slim curved 7.5 inch very hard cock. Well it was hard after being in my mouth for a minute. This was soon raw up my ass .... heaven! My buddy moved behind my raw fucker and slid his cock up and down between his ass cheeks. After ten minutes of a royal pounding I suggested we move to the table. I wanted him to take me missionary, I wanted to watch his face. My legs were in the air, his cock was in my ass, my buddy was doing his magic behind. It wasn't long until I got my wish. His face started contorting and his body convulsing as his load blasted deep away inside me. Before pulling out he bent down to share a passionate kiss. My buddies thick eight inch cock was soon inside me and I received a short but powerful bb fuck from him. I had been lining up a hookup when these shenanigans started and that guy was ready for me. I left for an hour of hot intense play, but this guy didn't want to fuck me when I was already loaded. It became clear he wasn't going to cum so I left to return to the other two. They were still naked and playing so my clothes quickly landed on the floor and the curved slim cock was pounding my happy ass again. He kept at it for about 15 minutes and begged off for my traveling companion to take over. He went at me fast and furious and was soon breeding me. Two glorious loads I thought. As we were driving out of town I told my buddy how happy this made me. He then corrected me and said; "Three loads, the first time I fucked you I came as I was pushing in. I bred you twice. "

for me its pig fuel. the more i get it soaked in my guts the more i crave and need it

Sorry for the long wait guys I get busy with other things and forget to continue some stories but here you go Chapter 4 One by one each man at the party walked up to me at either hold and shoved their cocks in them. My ass was stretched even more as was my throat with the wide variety of cocks of all sizes and shapes. I made eye contact with the camera that was closest to me to show that I was expecting everything I was being offered and to make sure I helped put on a good show for anyone who would be viewing this in the future. After about a dozen cocks gifting my body with their loads my legs started to shake and they saw I was getting sore in that position. One of my new bosses called for a pause and un cuffed me from the fuck bench and carried me like i weighd nothing to a sitting room close by to have a quick break. He offered me a glass of water and asked me how I was with all of this. I told him I was enjoying every moment of what was happening and that if this is how my welcome party is going to be that I couldn't wait to see what all the other parties are going to be going forward. This brought a smile to his face and gave me another glass of water and asked if I was ready to get back to my party. I smiled at him and said I was more than ready. He picked me up again and fireman carried me back into the room announcing that I was ready for more cocks while he dug three of his fingers into my hole bringing in another round of applause from the guests. He removed his fingers and licked off all the cum on them and then carried me to a sling they rolled into the center where the fuck bench was previously. I was laid into it and once I was secured again the fucking of my ass was once again in full swing. (no pun intended) After what felt like two dozen more cocks filling me to the brim with their cum there was yet another pause from the fucking. My new boss asked the group if anyone had to take a piss and almost half of the party raised their hands. So then lets give Chad here another break from getting fucked and start the next part of his job as a urnial. Cheers broke out all around and there were a few guys who wheeled in a stand with a trough at the top with a set of stairs leading to the top of it. from the trough there were two hoses hanging down from it and a set of straps on both hoses as well. I laid in the sling not knowing what to expect and when I was told that each of the hoses was going to be inserted into my ass and throat while the party pissed down the trough feeding my ass and throat with their piss made me as hard as I could possibly be at this point. I smiled and shouted bring on the piss and was pleased with the applause I was given upon hearing that. My bosses walked up to me and each of them grabbed the two hoses and inserted them as far as they could go in each of my holes and I felt no discomfort in my throat or ass feeling them go down. Once each hose was secured by the straps my bosses each started to ascend the stairs to the top where the trough was. When they were all there they each started to piss at once into the trough. It didn't take long for me to feel the warmth of their piss entering both my ass and throat at the same time and I could feel all their piss heating up my well fucked innards and I couldn't help but moan during the whole time. I felt so full but craving more piss and was happy to see them quickly replaced with the next round of pissers. I laid there for about half and hour taking everyones piss and I felt bloated and I needed to piss myself and since I was still secured to the sling and the pissing trough I just started to piss all over myself. This brought out more cheers and there were quite a few guys pushing their way to lay under the sling with their mouths open to collect my piss as it dripped down. Once I was done pissing It seemed like everyone else was done as well so the tubes were removed and I was uncuffed again from the sling. I didn't know what was next but when a metal bassin was rolled over I figured that I was about to expel the piss from my ass. I was picked up again and was put on a chair that was over the basin and one sexy looking twink was placed inside the basin. I was told to bear down and shower this twink with all the piss I had stored in me and when I did it all started to rush out of me covering every inch of the twink in the basin. The twink kept his mouth open the entire time wanting to get as much of the piss as he could in his mouth and it was hot to see. When I couldn't feel any more piss in me the twink climbed out and walked over to me and started to make out with me by thrusting his piss covered tongue into my mouth. I moaned and I could feel someone's fingers probing my ass and I turned to see my one boss who had Aids with all five fingers in my ass. Alright guys this is going to be Chad's last load of the night and then we are going to wrap up the party with his final ination into our brotherhood after our boy here loads him up with his Aids load. With that I felt his fingers l;eave my ass only to be replaced with his glorious aids cock. He slammed it in with one shot knowing how loose I was after all the fucking I had and the stretching from the tube and it didn't hurt one bit. The twink never stopped making out with me as he pumped his cock in and out slamming in harder and harder making me moan in his mouth. With a final slam and a roar unlike anything I heard anyone make before I could feel every hot jet of aids cum be flooded into my ravaged hole seeking for its forever home in my body. Once his shuddering was done and he made sure all the cum in his balls was planted into my hole a round of applause could be heard from every part of the room as he pulled out and inserted a rather large butt plug to make sure all his cum stayed in me. One of my bosses picked me up and carried me to the pedestal they brought back in and announced that the new house boy now needed his official mark since we all knew he would convert soon. Alright Chad now it is time for you to choose your first mark of being in our family. It could be a tattoo of your choosing or it could be a brand either way it is your choice which you want as your first and where you want it to be. I didn't even give it a second thought that I wanted to have a brand in the small of my back where a tramp stamp would be. Everyone roard with approval at this choice and I was beaming with excitement and shaking with excitement too when I saw the guys bring in the branding iron. Alright boys you all heard him let's get our newest member marked properly so he can be proud of joining our family truly. A table was brought in and I was carried to it and laid face down to it. It was both scary and exciting. I was shaking the whole time I was being strapped down to the table so I wouldn't move and ruin the brand. I was offered a bit to bite because there would be alot of pain and I didn't want to shatter my teeth so I accepted it. A screen was put in front of my face and I could watch as they branded me forever and I was happy to see it happen. Once the branding machine was plugged in I could see it was white hot and part of me wanted to opt out and choose something else but the other part of me was begging it to happen all the while I could feel my cock harden to its fullness and I felt the precum run out of it like a river flowing down. Alright boys, let's give Chad a countdown starting from 10. Everyone started counting down and after they all said one I watched as the branding machine was pushed to the small of my back and It was the most painful experience I have ever been a part of. I screamed into the bit and I felt my cock piss all over myself as I smelled the burning flesh from my back. A moment later I passed out from the pain. I was woken up with some smelling salts and I looked up, still strapped down onto the table, at all the men around me with smiles on their faces congratulating me on my triumph. I also saw there was another basin put under me and I was about to ask why and I was told that each member was going to piss on my brand to help ease the pain. One by one each of my new brothers showered my back with piss and it felt so calming where my new brand was I sighed in relief. Once finished I thanked each of them for everything they did tonight and I hoped I would make them all proud. I was unstrapped from the table and I was picked up gently and was being carried upstairs to my new room by my boss and when I got there he gently set me down on the bed on my stomach to avoid the brand. Chad you did an amazing job tonight and we all couldn't be happier that you answered our ad to be our poz house boy thank you. I looked up at him and saw my other three bosses standing there, each of them walking up to me and kissing me goodnight as I soundly fell asleep.

the best nights are when u lose track of how many 😈

Local park cruising at night got 6 anonymous sexually frustratedly men to cum inside me. All size cocks balls deep nobody pulled out. Nobody asked for condoms. Left gapped and semen leaking down my leg. Def gonna go back for more back to back breeding.

this is imho the political equivalent of "well what were you doing out at night dressed as a slut. you basically wanted to get raped" if trump wins it will be because half the country looked at a modern day Hitler knock-off and said "yes please".

I seem to be stuck at 5 in a session, has happened a few times at a theaters, bathhouse, and outdoors. My favorite was a theater that had a "customer appreciation day". Guys seem to really show up when they have free admission and a snack platter. As one of two bottoms in a crowd of 30ish guys, I wound up on my knees sucking a guy in the center of a ring of 12-15 onlookers. I had high hopes that day but the guys wandered off after I took 5 loads. Maybe the cheese tray was more enticing than a sloppy, gaping hole, lol. Hoping to one day break that 5-cock barrier!

Nice hole that starts off tight but once opened is amazing

Greg flew into BWI and checked into the airport Marriott. We try to play whenever he flies into B'more. I got over there and he opened the door in skivvies and we were Frenching and groping each other as soon as the door closed. We got naked and stroked each other while tongue wrestling some more. He was super hard and horny so he lubed my hole while I oiled his cock. I turned so he could spoon and guided him into my bottom. He really pumped me hard and was jetting his first load after just a few minutes. His cock was super sensitive so I just licked his cum off his cock and cum swapped it with him. Greg stroked me with both hands until I was extra hard. Then he climbed on and sank down to my balls. Felt so good to fuck him again... Two loads each and we were both worn out.

--------------------- Part 18 --------------------- I joined Vince in bed, embraced him from behind as the big spoon, and told him how much I love him. He wasn’t asleep, so he said the same to me and backed up even closer, wrapping my arm around him and pulling me tight. Never ever have I been able to be in this position with Vince without getting an erection, and this was no exception. He felt my hard cock push against him, reached down and positioned the head of my cock against his hole. - “Push in hard. As hard as you can. No lube. Punish me. Hurt me. I deserve it, and you know I love it.” I did. I pushed hard, all the way in. He flinched in pain, and I did the same as could feel my foreskin being pulled back hard, causing a sharp pain to the underside of my cock. Vince just pushed back and pulled me close again. I only fucked him a few strokes until it started feeling nice but felt that the fucking wasn’t what was important. The important thing was that I was inside him. We were one. And slowly we drifted off to sleep, connected by flesh. Sometime during the night, we had disconnected, and I was awakened by a hard cock entering my rectum. No lube and no foreplay, it was the primal Urge again that had taken over and I could tell that Vince wasn’t aware of what he was doing, or that he was causing me pain. I called out his name but no reaction, so I reached behind me and managed to slap him in the face, causing him to wake up. - “Oh fuck! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry baby! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”, he said, but he didn’t stop fucking me, and by now it was starting to feel better. - “Really? Then why do you keep fucking me?” - “I don’t know! I can’t stop!!!” - “It’s ok, don’t stop, just fucking breed me baby! I love you!” - “I could actually be pozzing you right now. Oh fuck! I could be pozzing you! I’m gonna do it now!” - “DO IT! POZ ME BABY! GIVE IT TO ME!” And with that, my husband blew his first (conscious) poz load in a neg ass, and it was a more intense orgasm than he’s ever had in his whole life. It marked the end of one life, and the beginning of a new one. A life where he, previously mostly a bottom, would become a dominant top, breeding every neg hole that he could find. During the week, Eddie got all his poz clients together for a meeting. He didn’t say much about it other than “It’s an ongoing investigation… I’ll let you know.” The weekend after we had a good ol’ orgy with all our friends; it was Vince and I and of course Anthony. Eddie and Matt, Tim and Tom. Vince invited the bear couple that had given him their poz loads while I was at the sauna, and I invited Roo and Javi, the nice guys who were the last to breed me at the sauna. Eddie brought along a couple of clients from the clinic, both very poz, very hung and very horny. I won’t bore you with details about this orgy, but Tim and Tom and I were the neg boys and I don’t think we were without poz cocks in our asses more than a few minutes of this 8-hour fuck fest.

I'm a kinky bastard, what can I say? I enjoy getting off to hot videos of neg holes getting bred by poz tops and stories of stealthers coming in and knocking-up unsuspecting neg bottom boys. I do it a lot myself, and I'm good at what I do, they never know who it was that got em...at least I thought none figured it out. I admit once I had gotten cocky so I wasn't careful, and sure enough I came across a story, and it was so fucking hot...and I realized it was about me! The boy knew he had been pozzed deep and good. Maybe you'll get off to what happened to him like I have. (Story told from Bottom's Point of View.) Looking back now, I can't tell if I was stupid, horny, or naive. One thing I can tell you is, the guy had a huge dick. I was new to the city and it was my freshman year of college. I was still just eighteen and only had a bit of experience being fucked and I always played safe like I learned in Health Class my Sophomore year in High School. I hadn't come out though so I couldn't really make the typical profile. I was sticking to things like Craigslist, maybe that's how I got set up so easily. He had a nice package, said he was on the DL. He was a hung mixed guy, couldn't tell what mixed but he had great slightly tanned looking skin, and a thick beautiful cock that curved upward just a bit. He had a remote control right next to his dick for size reference, oh god....I was already hard. I messaged him and sent a pic of my ass and face. I hoped I'd get one in return, I told him I was looking for some 'safe' and 'sane' fun, just some buzz words that I picked up to convey I was vanilla and maybe a bit inexperienced. To my surprise I didn't have to wait long to get a response and a face pic. He was way better looking than I had imagined, I thought guys who wanted to hide their face would probably require a paper bag if I wanted to get fucked by them, but that was so not the case. He asked if I was neg, and I said yes so condom only. He asked if I got into any kink like being tied up or blindfolded because it turned him on a lot. I had never tried any of that before but if he would fuck me more than once, I would go for it. He agreed and sent me his address and when to be there. It was just over an hour and so I had to move like lightning if I wanted to be ready in time. I was all nerves and butterflies as I pressed the buzzer to the apartment number he gave me, the door opened and I went up to the floor I was told the room was on. I came knocked the door '232' tentatively and it opened as I tapped the wood. I pressed my palm against it and opened the door fully. The room was dimly lit with candles and some sensual R&B jams playing lowly. He sat there shirtless, nice built chest, sweatpants hanging loosely from his hips showing his pubic hair and the very base of his dick was exposed as well. My heart was pumping hard in my chest now, was I supposed to fall to my knees and worship his dick? I wanted to at the very least. I confess I have a thing for thugs, just the idea of one getting rough and merciless with me was hot...but not sure how well I could deal with pain if there was any unexpectedly. "Come here and suck this dick," he commanded firmly. I obliged and covered the distance between me and his crotch, tugging down those sweats and sucking the ever-stiffening uncut monster cock that I was going to let drill into me. He licked a finger and slid it down my track pants and fingered my tight hole, his saliva slicked it up as he opened me. I moaned contently. "I'm gonna widen you up, that hole is too tight, I need it loose and used up," he whispered seductively. I arched my back trying to let myself open to him more, another finger made its way inside. He coaxed me up onto the bed, pulling me forcibly by my hair so I had to crawl on my hands and knees to the middle. He took my hands and pulled them up towards the corners, leather straps found their way around my wrists and were secured snugly with lightning quick precision. I could barely move my hands, there was no way I could slip out. This whole time he kept me gagged with his dick so I couldn't say much at all. He did mention restraints in the e-mail, so I was only surprised because I was so into sucking him. He moved away from me, and I tried to turn to see where he was going but a blindfold was already over my eyes and tied firmly into place. With one more fluid motion my ankles were bound to the bed to. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move either. My track pants had been taken off as he had pulled me onto the bed and I was commando, so no underwear stood between my hole and his cock. "I brought condoms," I said, almost more like a whimper. I can't lie, I was scared, he could do anything to me now. Most of the things I imagined him doing to me, I wanted, but what if he wanted to do something else.... "Good," he said somewhere behind me. I could hear the floor boards creaking oddly, and now that I thought about it, I hadn't got to look around his place. There were rooms down the hall, could there be more than one person here? "You have a roommate?" I asked timidly. "Nope, just you and me," he assured me, I felt him press his dick against my ass lube covering it nicely. I couldn't tell if he had a condom on but it didn't feel like it. He pressed my head into a pillow with one hand before I could question and his dick shoved into me as well. I grimaced as the initial burn of his cock widening me up began. I gasped as he plunged into me. He tried to let me get used to it for a few moments but not nearly long enough, this top was impatient for my hole and he knew he could take it. I had no choice but to try and bite into the pillow and give up my ass to my dominator. The whole bed shook, I could hear the headboard knocking against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts into my captive hole. I moaned with each slap of his balls against my ass cheeks, they were so huge, I could tell he shot huge loads. Oh god, I hoped the condom wouldn't break or I'd be the one overflowing with his seed...if he was wearing a condom at all. I was nearly screaming at the top of my lungs into the pillow before he suddenly slacked off and slid out of me without a word. Had he cum? Was he about to rim me? I couldn't tell what was happening, that familiar feeling of nervousness and excitement struck again, perhaps this is why he liked the bottom to be blindfolded. Not knowing could be an aphrodisiac after all it seemed. Then, his cock slid into me once more. Yet, something was different this time. It seemed fatter somehow, his was a hung dick but it was overly-thick, this one though had way more girth to it. Did he put on a cock ring maybe? I didn't have time to ask or ponder before I was being drilled again. Tears started splashing into my pillow as the assault renewed with incredible power. My hole quivered from the force of his dick cramming into me and forcing me even wider. My top was silent not even a little dirty talk, just me moaning and grunting as his used me as much as he wanted. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, and something was pushed under my nose. I wondered what it was and inhaled curiously, it didn't smell like much of anything but he moved it and held it under my other nostril and made me sniff deeply again. As he moved the bottle away I got the most intense feeling I had ever had. A warmth seemed to spread from the center of my chest and radiate through my whole body. My hole could barely handle his dick before but suddenly it seemed to want nothing more than to open up and get raped by his horse-hung cock. All I wanted was to let him use me as his cumdump, I wished I could have told him to rip the condom off and just blow inside me. My hole felt like a secret part of it was opening up to just him and he could violate me deeper than anyone ever had before and...he sure fucking did. I moaned like a bitch as he drilled my ass in places I couldn't imagine having been fucked in. It was like his dick found a secret compartment to stuff his meat into again and again until suddenly I felt it throbbing repeatedly while he was balls deep inside. I breathed heavily just feeling the pulses taper off after two minutes. His balls emptied every drop before he slid out of my ass. "You wanted multiple loads from me though, yeah?" he questioned. I felt him press his dick back into me, though now it felt longer again, not as thick, and it went even deeper than before. I felt the familiar bottle pressed against my nose. I inhaled, and now I knew he definitely had a friend using my ass there with him, and if I had to guess I was being the cumdump for both of them. I tried pushing out the load, to be sure it was inside me but the rush took over again and his dick was already plowing me deeply. I closed my eyes even though I couldn't see anything anyway and just relaxed and let him use me. Resisting wouldn't help now and he knew I had given in. The bed was rocking like a boat in a storm and the pounding of the headboard was like thunder with how powerful his fucking was. I screamed into the pillow in ecstasy. "Just fucking cum in me, I know you're doing it!" I begged. And that's when he shot. He pulled out so I could feel a spurt of jizz shoot across my back and then plunged balls deep into me and kept it in the entire time until he was done. A finger ran across my back gathering the load he shot and pushed it back into my hole with the rest of the loads. He unbuckled me but pinned my arms behind my back as he undid the restraints on my ankles. He walked me across the room with the blindfold on and pushed me outside the door of his place as he dropped my clothes to the floor with my shoes also outside. The door slammed shut as I was taking off the blindfold, completely naked in the building where anyone could walk by. I hurriedly got dressed, my aching hole wanting to burst with the amount of cum his balls had filled me with. I hoped I could make it home or to a bathroom before I had to let the loads out. "Ugh!" I gasped as it was too late, a huge stream of cum suddenly ran down my left leg coating my socks with jizz there was so much fucking jizz, and I knew that was only the beginning. My track pants were soaked, I could only hope they were dark enough people couldn't tell I had just been fucked in the ass and bred. I felt like such a slut. He had used me and tossed me away like tissue paper... And God was it hot. I found out I was poz two months later, but I never saw him again...that's when I thought to write this. Maybe he'll see it and get in touch someday... ((Note: For anyone who is thinking of asking -- nope, I didn't find this story somewhere else, haha I wrote it all myself, just added more to the story to include that twist. Wouldn't it be hot to read a story written by someone you gifted? ))

A few years ago I was invited to join some friends on a trip to Munich for a long weekend in December. There were six of us - my friend Michael and his partner, another couple in their mid 30s, Ben and Paul, and another friend of Michael's I hadn't met. For reasons which will become obvious I've changed all the names in this story...... I liked Michael very much - he'd been a good friend for many years and I liked his partner too. The other couple I knew but less well, Paul had been friends with Michael for a long time and I had met him and his partner Ben quite a few times and liked them both. We flew out to Munich on the Friday morning and checked out the Christmas markets in the afternoon. We were all staying until Monday except Paul who had to fly home on Sunday due to work commitments. We had a good time and I enjoyed the company very much. I had been busy at work and was working long hours so I had not had much time for anything else and I was looking forward to having a break. I was also feeling very horny. I knew, however, that this particular group of friends didn't really approve of things like cruising and saunas or sex clubs and also had very strong views on monogamy and on safe sex. I had often heard them talking about it and talking very disapprovingly about the amount of barebacking going on. I had every intention, however, of getting some time to myself and going in search of some horny bareback sex. On the Saturday night we all went out for a meal and later on that night I went off to a large park I had heard was a good cruising ground. I found it easily and had a wander round. It was a beautiful night but it was very cold and there were not many people around. I tried cruising a young lad who looked to be in his late 20s and was dressed in jeans and a puffer jacket but he didn't seem to be interested. A few older guys were cruising but nothing much was happening. Even though I wasn't getting any action, I enjoyed walking around very much. I passed the young lad a few more times with the same result and just as I was on the point of giving up and going back to my hotel, he passed me again and started cruising me. I assumed he had been looking for someone nearer his own age but had concluded that I would have to do. I didn't care and soon his jeans and pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. He had a fair sized cock and I enjoyed sucking it very much. He didn't object when I turned him round and soon my tongue was up his arse. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his arsehole. Again he didn't object so I began to push the head of my cock into his hole. He groaned and, reaching into his pocket, handed me a small packet. I thought it was going to be a condom but it was a small sachet of lube. I lubed him up and pushed my cock slowly right up his arse. Soon he was leaning against a tree, his puffer jacket hitched up and his jeans and pants at his knees as I fucked him bareback. His arse was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I hadn't cum for several days and before too long I was shooting what felt like a massive load right up his arse. I was feeling much more relaxed and chilled now and we all went out for lunch on Sunday and then Ben went with Paul to the airport for his flight home. The other three were going out for the evening and would not be back until late- they had obtained tickets for some high brow concert outside Munich and were really excited about it. Ben and I arranged to go out for something to eat and found a really good Italian restaurant. I was getting to know Ben a bit better now and I really liked him. A few things he said suggested he was actually more relaxed about some things than the others and he sank quite a few pints of beer in the course of the evening. After we had finished our meal it was still quite early and Ben suggested going for a drink in a nearby gay bar. The bar was nice and modern with good music and friendly bar staff and it was just starting to get busy when we got there. When I went downstairs to the toilet, I discovered there was a darkroom down there too. I took a quick piss and then had a look in the darkroom. Quite a few guys were in there - a young blond twink was down on his knees sucking two older guys and a fit looking black guy was being fucked hard in a corner, I watched for a while and then went back upstairs. A little later Ben went to the toilet. He came back a little while later and said "There's a darkroom down there too." I nodded and Ben grinned. The blond twink was now at the bar and after a while he disappeared again. A little later Ben finished his drink and asked me if I fancied checking out the darkroom. The darkroom was a bit busier now - and there was quite a lot of sucking and fucking going on. The blond twink was bent over being fucked and a few other guys were watching and wanking. As we watched they guy fucking the twink thrust hard up his arse a few times and then pulled out. He took off a condom and threw it on the floor. The twink stayed bent over and a dark haired guy stepped up. He pulled the twink's cheeks apart, lined up his cock and pushed right up him bareback. Ben's eyes lit up and he said "Fuck!" as we moved in closer to watch the action. The dark haired guy was fucking the twink hard up against the wall now and Ben said "Fuck....I'd love to...." I said "Go on, if you want to." He looked at me. "I won't tell anyone." I said. Ben hesitated for a moment and then he moved over to the twink. I watched as Ben pulled his jeans and pants down to his knees and began to wank as he watched the twink being fucked. The twink turned round a little and bent forward, taking Ben's cock into his mouth. Ben and the dark haired guy spit roasted the twink for a while and then the dark haired guy thrust hard up his arse a few times and pushed his cock right up him and held it there and I knew he was cumming deep in the twink's arse. When he pulled out the twink turned round and pushed his arse towards Ben. Ben didn't hesitate - he pushed his bare cock right up the twink's arse and began to fuck him. I hadn't expected that at all and I soon had my cock out wanking as I watched Ben fucking the twink bareback. Ben fucked him for a while and after a while I could tell he was getting close. I watched as Ben threw his head back and pushed right up the twink, obviously blowing his load right up him. When Ben pulled out, I took his place. I was really horny from watching Ben and it wasn't long before I added my cum to the loads the twink already had up him. Ben was a bit quiet when we went back up to the bar but then we got talking to a group of German guys and he livened up again. We got talking to two guys in their mid 30s who were a couple who lived in Munich. One of them was tall and quite thin and the other small and chunky. I went to the toilet and when I came back Ben was chatting to them. I had noticed that Ben was flirting with them, and was clearly enjoying being off the leash for the evening. A little later I went to the bar for some more drinks. The bar was busy and it took me a while to get served. I looked over and saw that Ben was now standing closer to them and chunky guy had his hand on Ben's arse. When I got back the two German guys were just finishing their drinks and shortly after that they left. I couldn't see if they had left the bar or if they had gone downstairs, but I suspected the latter. After a short time Ben put his drink down and said casually "I think I might go check out the darkroom again..." I guessed that he was going to join the other two guys and sensed that he probably would be less inhibited if I wasn't there so I said "No problem, I'll see you later," I waited a while and then made my way back down to the darkroom. It didn't take me long to find Ben and as I had thought, he was with the two German guys. Ben and the taller guy were standing with their trousers and pants down and the chunky guy was down sucking on first one cock and then the other as Ben and the taller guy kissed each other. I watched for a while and then the German guy stood up and Ben got down and started sucking the other two. It was all very horny but it soon got even hornier. Ben was now bent over sucking the chunky guy, his fit arse in the air as the taller guy went round behind him. I saw him taking out a small packet and he began to rub some lube into Ben's arse. This was getting interesting... I didn't think there was any way Ben would get fucked without a condom, but he didn't even look round as the tall guy began to push his bare cock against his arsehole. I watched as the guy pushed his cock right up Ben's arse. He gave Ben a moment to get used to his cock and then began to fuck him. I had my cock out now, wanking as I watched Ben being fucked bareback. I had never thought that Ben would cheat on his boyfriend - and certainly not that he would do it without a condom. The tall guy was fucking him hard now and I could tell that Ben was loving every minute of it. I watched them fuck for a while and then the guy thrust up Ben's arse a few more times and I knew he was cumming in Ben's arse. The chunky guy pulled out of Ben's mouth and moved round behind him. His cock was much bigger than the tall guy's and I watched and wanked as Ben reached round and pulled his cheeks apart to help the guy get his big bare cock up his arse. The chunky guy fucked Ben hard and fast and I could hear Ben groaning as the chunky guy took hold of his hips and began to fuck him even harder. It wasn't long before he too shot his load up Ben's unprotected, cheating arse and I shot my load on to the floor of the darkroom I was back upstairs by the time Ben returned from the darkroom looking flushed. I asked him if he had fun and he grinned and nodded He had no idea I knew just how much fun he actually had.......

My gym bro and I first bonded when he spotted me and we would work out and shower together. We felt so comfortable and trusted each to the point he was my bro. Later we explored our bodies and then quickly realized we could help each other out in more ways than one. Staring too long at his fluffed dick he nods and I kneel right in front of his dick did him a favor. He couldn’t stop there, and suggested just the tip and I turned around let him spread my cheeks and have a feel. It felt so good, I couldn’t get enough, he couldn’t get enough and pretty soon he was barebacking me raw every place we could. All he had to say was “spot me bro.” And I knew he wanted, I wanted to get creampied. In the gym, in my car at his house, in my room at the mall, on the trail, and after work. my first milk man, even after he got into a relationship our bond was just that strong. He said I just knew how to milk him dry every time but I mean his dick was thick and all I would do was just relax and open up enough to taking him balls deep was toe curling . Maybe it’s because he was my first Dom top or the fact that every time I could feel his thick and veiny cock I could anticipate his throbbing and intense orgasm. Now, even after he says “he don’t play that no more” when I rawdog any thick 6 and a half inch dick, my body expects or maybe craves the way he would blast inside me. For a while he was always the last load shot in me. I want to say at least 300? 400? Times he used me but even that number seems low, countless. He invited me over recently and he anger fucked me for an hour! He just wanted to “clean his pipes” he said rofl. He’s still chill and bro and isn’t weird about any of the things we used to do. He doesn’t really know how all the cum he left inside me affected me. He doesn’t know about all the bathhouses I visited or apps where I hook up and let multiple guys use my hole and nut in me.

My fuck bud and I have been meeting up off and on (once every couple months) for 5ish years now. We're both married (me to a woman and him to a man), me in my 40s, him in his late 70s. He's a bit piggy, loves ripe pits and ass, and though he's a top with his husband, he's a bottom with me. Sadly, this is the story of the last time I fucked him. No he didn't die, but due to some medical issues, he can no longer take a good pounding. It was a hot summer day, my AC is cranked and barely keeping the house at 80 degrees, he text me and says he's going to do "errands", which has always been his way of saying he's free for a bit. I tell him to head my way, and he's lucky, I just got done working out and haven't showered yet. He comes over and into the house, and as usual we go to the bedroom and just strip down, there are no pleasantries anymore we're both comfortable with each other and there is no awkwardness. I lay back on the bed and he crawls up on me (he's 1/2 my size), rubbing his body on mine, licking and sucking my nipples, our cocks sliding against each others, pre-cum already leaking. I life my arms up and he dives in, first sniffing one pit, then the next, his tongue lapping up every taste he can get from my sweaty underarms. While this isn't really my thing, he loves it, so I indulge him. After a few minutes, I tell him its time for him to tongue fuck my ass, I push him to the side and I roll onto my belly. Like a kid in a candy store, he excitedly spreads my cheeks and dives in. First licking from by balls all the way to the top of my crack, then back down, over and over, each time his tongue tickles my hole for a little longer, until finally he is only focused on trying to jam his tongue as deep into my ass as it can go. I'm in ecstasy, I reach back and spread my ass as wide as I can get it, he grabs onto the bed sheets and pulls his face forward as hard as he can, trying to shove his tongue into my ass. Soon I could he was getting tired, and shortly after I roll over onto my back and tell him its time to focus on my cock and balls. He gladly agrees and starts licking my shaft, working his way down, then taking one ball into his mouth, followed by the 2nd one. After a month he goes back to trying to swallow my cock, his drool running down my cock , over my balls, and down my crack. He takes advantage of this and swirls his finger through it all, then slowly starts pushing that finger into my tight hole. While I'm mainly a top, I've thought about trying to go vers (I've used toys), and am always keen on a finger or two massaging my prostate, and he knows this. I try to relax and I feel the pressure from his spit lubed finger pressed against my puckered hole, I let out an audible "uhhhh" as it finish invades my tight ass. After a second I feel it pressed hard against my prostate, its amazing. It feels like he's actively trying to swallow my whole cock, while pushing it up from inside my ass. I love it, and it puts me into a frenzy. I tell him to stop, I'm going to stretch his ass with my thick cock and fill him full of my seed. He's more than willing to oblige. He turns around, gets on all fours, and waits patiently as I grab a little more lube, pour it on his crack and my cock, then press my finger against his hole, with all the lube it gently slides in, I play with his ass for a couple seconds while stroking my now well lubed cock. I position myself behind him, and he feels the tip of my member teasing his hole, then slowly start pushing into it. I see him trying to relax, focusing on his breathing, and pushing back against my now throbbing cock. He knows I want to slam it in him, but we both know that would kill the adventure. A couple seconds feels like a lifetime, but his sphincter muscles final give up and cock shoots in a couple inches. I hold there, he's breathing heavily and I know he is working through the sudden pain of being stretched. We've done this before, and my cock gets thicker the further down the shaft you go, so the stretching isn't over. After a little bit, I drip some more lube over his ass and around my cock, and start sliding in further and further, reading his body's reacting and going faster or slower based on it. Eventually my hips are pressed against his, and my cock is settled firmly in his gut. I put my hands on his shoulders and pull him back, as I press forward, compressing our bodies and making sure that he feels that he gets that last 1/2. During this he lifts his body up, so its arched in front of me, and I start to slide out, then back in, picking up the pace with each stroke, faster and faster, until our hips are slapping against each other so hard it sounds like someone is clapping their hands loudly. He's grunting each time I thrust into him. I can feel my cock pressed against his prostate at the start of my stroke and slide off it up deep into him. It's intense, his "uuuhhh" keeps getting louder and louder. I can tell he's at the edge of it being to much, but I'm not going to stop until he begs me to. This 78 year old man is being skewered repeatedly and I'm in heaven between the feeling of my cock rearranging his guts and him trying to take it, not wanting to give up, but it being way to much for him. After a few minutes, he pushes back on my hip and says "I need a second and we have to change positions". I'm happy about it, my hips were getting tired since I was kneeling on the bed, and I was getting close but didn't want to cum yet. We take out time in repositioning, he gets on his back and slides his ass off the edge of the bed. I'm standing on the floor in front of him, I put his legs on my shoulders and grab him by the waist and pull him towards me. Its the perfect height, his hands are grabbing the sheets on the edge of the bed to hold him in place, his 120lb frame is arched again, so he is only on his shoulders (back partially in the air) and legs on my shoulders. I line up my cock and press forward, this time it slides in, but the angle is dead on, my tip feels the familiar bump of his prostate, the after a little more pressure, slides off it and into him deeper, this time towards his belly. I could see the look in his eyes, he know it was going to be intense again as soon as my cock pressed into his prostate. I start to pickup speed, pulling him against me as I thrust forward, and the inertia of it all bounces him off me, which slides my cock almost all the way out. This time I could see his face, distorted in a look of to much stimulation and pleasure, to the point he didn't know what to do, and I know he wouldn't last like like this. I look him in the eye and say "damn your body feels good wrapped around my dick, your so tight and hot", knowing that this would help keep him going a bit longer. I followed up with "O fuck, I'm getting close", knowing he would want to continue if he thought I was about to cum. The truth is I was closer, but not on the edge. I tried as hard as I could, slamming my dick into him and wanting to cum, then 5 minutes later, I felt the warm feeling rising up, and my cock starting to swell even more, then with one final slam, gripping his waist so tightly and pulling it hard into my crotch I though I might have hurt him, I let loose. It was insane, each pulse, I could feel my cum jet into him, it felt like a bunch of mini orgasms. We both stayed like that for thirty seconds, my cock slowly wilting until it slid out of his well used hole, both of us panting. I laid back on the bed and he went into the bathroom to clean up, that was the hardest I've cum in years, and it was pumping the ass of a guy almost twice my age. My head was swirling a bit, he came out and started getting dressed, I showed him out and went to shower and get back to work. All of this taking 30ish minutes. Later that after noon I get a message, my cum was so deep it was still leaking out 4+ hours later, he said he loved it, but had to be careful to not leave a wet spot anywhere. A week later I get another message, he loved our last session, but realized his body can't take hard fucking anymore, so we can't have sex. I was bummed to hear that, but he still wants to suck me off, eat my ass, and lick my pits; which I'll take. However, I do feel a little proud, that I'll be the dick that broke him, and now he isn't bottoming anymore.... who knows if its true or not, but I'll smile a little bit knowing thats what he told me.

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If I’m sucking, of course I’m going to swallow … and kiss him. 😈 Cum is good. I like the taste. But moreover, I like knowing I’m draining his balls and taking his fluids. That’s the thrill for me.

to me sniffies is a hook up basic staple, like jeans and a white tee are to your wardrobe 😜 it's great for travel, quick hook ups when horny, and perfect if you're into anon w whomever as it attracts str8s, cheaters, guys on DL etc sure there's lots of BS, time wasters etc but that's because it's connected to people and people suck lol

The sentencing guidelines take into account the number of images involved, the offense level increasing according to the number of images. Paragraph 8 of the complaint shows that investigators, looking at cell-site data, determined that Wolf was in the Southern District of NY on March 24. The FBI may well have connected Wolf's various locations with the location of the phone. [Much legal mumble-jumble for anyone who cares: "Images" has a slightly different definition than the one you'd find in a dictionary. A photograph, picture, or computer-generated image is "one image." A video, video-clip, movie, or similar visual depiction is treated as 75 images. (US Sentencing Guideline §2G2.2, Application Note 6) When more than 600 images are involved, the offense level is increased by 5. (US Sentencing Guideline §2G2.2(b)(7)) As part of a plea agreement, the government can agree to a lower number of images which in turn leads to a smaller increase in the offense level. It might sound like small beans, but 2 points off the offense level, say from 40 to 38, can mean a sentence range 5 to 7 years lower. Acceptance of responsibility, which drops 2 points off the offense level, can have a similar effect.]

just depends on the mood in it. usually longer sessions if it not as busy. tops spend extra time on my hole if there isn't a lot to go around

It’s both weird and a crap shoot in both bathhouses and arcades, especially when they are busy. I’ve shown up when it’s packed and got endless ass and dick, while other times everyone is too wrapped up looking for Prince Charming

A month after, I find myself in the warehouse again for the next gathering. It took me a second to spot our latest Brother. Under the dimmed lights the head of my achievement shone. Brandon wore a leather harness which complimented his knee high boots. We locked eyes and I nodded. A platform not too different than the one I was subjected to was constructed in the centre of the atrium where we congregated. A miniature Greek pillar rose at each corner. Black as obsidian, its vertical grooves contained intricate motifs toward its capital that those in the Brotherhood recognize. A skull of a ram rested on the 4 pillars. Each were hollow and contained a candle, brightly blazing through its void eye and turned to face inwards to the centre of the platform. Despite the liberty Samael granted to the Brotherhood to be on meds, barely a quarter of us decided to, me included. By now, Samael has taken the role to supervise the rituals and to ensure that his legacy flourishes, raising Paul as his deputy. He had embraced, in his own words, the desired decay that was destined. A mezzanine of perforated iron encircled us on the intermediate level. Alone, he stood with hands clasped on the railing, head forward with a complete view of all 51 of us. His achievement definitely pales that of mine when I saw Brandon again. He was making his way up to the platform. Indeed, an initiate's first ritual warrants him to be acquainted by his Brothers. He got on his knees in arch with legs spread, supporting himself with his palms on the floor, arms apart. Paul was right behind him to strap his neck with a collar. He was chained onto a hidden eyebolt, causing his legs to spread wider. The sight of his new ink on the right side of his cheeks took us in awe. I could even see it in Paul rarely reveals any expressions. He brushed Brandon's cunt, licking a few fingers before protruding him. Once it was wet enough, the rimming began. Brandon was quieter than before, he became more obedient. The moans were still there, but the voice had changed for the better. It was a remarkable progress for us to witness. It wasn't just rimming that Paul was doing, he was also priming up his cunt by gradually inserting some fine Tina dust that would smoothly absorb itself without a pain. Brandon started to swelter with his back perspiring beads of sweat. A sign that the ritual will commence soon. After Paul was done, he called for a stool to sit right in front of Brandon. Still looking down, Paul held his neck, then gripped his shoulders, reaching closer to whisper to Brandon. In silence, we tried to listen but we heard only intervals of Yes in between his breaths followed by the nods of his head. Paul then gave me a sharp gaze, smirking before announcing the importance of tonight's ritual. "Brothers, every full moon we gather to worship and offer our dedication to the Brotherhood. We are beholden to Samael who had nurtured and guided us to serve the one true deity. Fearless we became in submitting ourselves to the desire that few understand. Each of you chose this path without looking back. Ave Fratres!" In unison, we chanted back. Paul continued. "My brothers, tonight is not like other nights. Our new believer who I hold is different. I wasn't the first to sense it, it was our 29th brother who was behind this contribution. Praise to you, brother, praise to you. It is your right to officiate tonight's communion. Approach!" Surrounding me, my brothers shouted in praise and thanked, fondling and pushing me closer to the platform's steps. I climbed and approached Brandon, caressing his wet back and squatting down to dive into his hole. It was just like I remembered. Tight before being lose once my tongue slips in. Brandon held his posture with the few movements being his arch going higher to give me a better portion of his hole. Not long after I was hard. I got up to adjust myself and looked at Paul. His right arm extended to pass a pipe that was filled with clouds. I looked up to exhale and see Samael nodding, perhaps mouthing "Fantastic". I immediately entered Brandon with the sole purpose of wrecking his guts. In front of my Brothers, I restrained my empathy. Remarkably, his hole was tight as our first encounter but not once did he flinched or moved. The idea of having to frequently cunt his hole out was what made this night different. He really was a rare find. 5 minutes in and neither of us had spoken. I rammed him without mercy. Only as I was about to reach my climax did I ask him if he misses me, if this is what he wanted. I didn't care if Paul was tuning in. "I miss your cock in me, yes." Few thrusts in and out of him "It's not what I want.. it's what I need" The last word, need, caused me to come sooner. Like before, I couldn't contain the moan I released. At least my Brothers cheers drowned it out. Paul held Brandon to keep him still while I kept spurting ropes of my seed into him. Once I pulled out, Paul grabbed my arm before I left. "You know it is you you who's going to seat here when the time comes?" "I am hopeful" "Don't. Own it." As usual, my seed always comes out and Brandon's puckered hole squeezed a trail that made puddle for the next Brother to slurp on. He lapped it from the floor to Paul, who passed it to Brandon. We never waste in the Brotherhood. Brandon's cunt proved to be a crowd favourite. Even when it was loose, the remaining Brothers would come in the same time as the earlier ones did. It made the night shorter than we anticipated. Once the ring of his hole formed into lips, we knew our work was done. The only challenge we faced tonight was making sure our seed stayed in Brandon. We slurped, swapped, spit & fed each other. The smell of rust could not overpower the primal scent of our sweat & semen which permeated the atmosphere. Given that I started, it was expected of me to also close the ceremony. I headed to find a plug for Brandon. I waited for my Brothers to gather themselves before I approached. I look to Paul who had his head close to Brandon's, whispering again. Encouragements mixed with Latin that hypnotized him. He had been put on a trance. I looked up and Samael was no longer there. No one noticed his displacement. All I know was that he grabbed my wrist before I could lift my arm as I held the plug. He came in for a kiss, longer than usual with our tongues dancing. "Not yet" Slowly, he made his way ahead of me to give Brandon the final load. He clasped onto the body with his muscular yet thin veiny arms. His muscles allowed him to retain the remaining vigour he had. He barely carried any fat. Still, he took his time with Brandon longer than most of us did. Paul and I were fixated on our saviour, reminiscing back to when it was us. The rest of our brothers, off from the platform kneeled to prostrate to Samael. It had been more than 3 years since he took part. Finally, when he came, the room moved as if it were hit by tremors. The chants that the Brothers made, coupled with Samael speaking in Latin during the whole time he was ramming caused a wave of energy that showered us with a sort of elation. Samael released the collar off Brandon for him to come up for a kiss. I quickly pop the plug in him. Then, his first words in a while. "Thank you, my lord." Samael spared no reply, he held Brandon's arm and walked with him off the platform. Where they were heading, we did not know.

I’ve always said … two bottoms can keep each other entertained and sated, more than two tops.

--------------------- Part 17 --------------------- As the champagne was emptied and the glasses put in the dishwasher, we all stood in the living room chatting for a bit. - “So… If Tom and I get pozzed before you do, can we have a go at converting you?”, Tim asked. - “Of course! You’re both hot as fuck and I’d love to get fucked by you anytime, no matter what out statuses are.”, I replied and gave him a kiss. - “It’s just that… You’re so hot! And… It’s a bit kinky, but you look exactly like out father.” - “I look like your fathers? Both of them?” - “What? We have the same father of course.”, Tim giggled. - “The same… YOU’RE BROTHERS?!” - “Uhm, yes? I thought you knew?” - “EDDIE!? You said they were boyfriends?”, I said and turned around to face him, demanding an explanation. - “What? I don’t know… I’ve seen them make out in the waiting room, and they refer to each other as “baby” or “my boy”, and they have the same surname. I just figured they were married. Also, I’ve seen them fuck on twitter or x or whatever the fuck that app is called nowadays… But... That’s hot! Really hot!”, Eddie said, looking hungrily at the brothers while grabbing his cock. - “This is fucking unacceptable!”, I said angrily, “This just won’t do! I demand that you fuck me right now! Right here! I’m not letting you leave this apartment until you’ve properly double fucked and bred my ass! Lie down on your back!” I made Tim lie down on his back on the rug in the living room. He was already hard so within seconds I had my clothes off and planted my cum filled ass down on his cock. - “Now Tom, fuck me from behind! Use your cock to massage your brothers’ cock inside me ‘til you both load me up!” I didn’t have to tell him twice. He got on his knees behind me and started pushing his big cock in alongside his brothers’ as I bent forward and started making out with Tim. The stretch was intense, and it hurt like hell from all the fucking I had received earlier today. I was not used to this much meat inside me at once. I’ve been fisted before, but it was years ago, before the focus shifted to bug chasing. Since then, there had only been one cock at a time in me. Eddie, Matt and Anthony were standing around us watching and jerking. Tom was working me from behind and Tim pushed up from beneath me. I pulled Tims’ arms above his head and rubbed my face in his left armpit. Tim moaned a quiet “Fuuuuuuck…” and he seemed to enjoy what I was doing. I started kissing his armpit, and as lust took control over me, I was soon licking it, slobbering all over. Tim was now moaning loudly; “FUUUUUCK! Lick that armpit! FUCK IT FEELS GREAT!”. Tom was picking up speed. Suddenly Eddie kneeled beside us and started shooting his load over Tims’ armpit and my face. I opened my mouth to catch some of it, then licked his cock clean and continued sucking the cum out of Tims’ armpit, eliciting even louder moans from him. I moved over and kissed him deeply, sharing the cum and sweat with him, spitting it into his mouth, then diving in trying to fish it out again with my tongue. I then moved over to his right pit to continue my cleaning of his sweaty body. A minute later Anthony kneeled on the other side of Tim and the process repeated with his load in Tims’ right armpit. I was in pig heaven, my ass stretched in the most amazing way by two boys half my age, and my mouth full of sexual flavours. My precum was pooling on Tims’ flat stomach, making it very slick as my cock was rubbed back and forth in motion with the fucking. I was the first to shoot, not even touching my cock. This of course made my ass clench, and that made Tim and Tom shoot off inside me, both at the same time. - “Why am I always the last to cum?! MOVE!”, Matt shouted and pushed Tom off me, then shoved his huge beer can thick cock into me at once, alongside Tim’s still hard cock, making me scream in pain. Luckily, he started blasting his poz load into me almost immediately. I collapsed on top of Tim as Matt pulled out and laid on his back next to us. - “Ok… This needs to happen EVERY weekend from now on. You hear me? That’s an order! Obey me! Tim and Tom, I am your father!”, I said to the boys, sounding like Darth Vader but quickly realizing that they could be too young to get that reference. It was met with a laugh. - “I’d love to. As long as I get to take poz loads from your husband and all your friends, I’d love to be here every weekend.”, said Tim. - “Me too!”, said Tom. - “I’ll be here”, said Anthony. - “Me too”, said Eddie. - “Me three”, said Matt. And thus, an inseparable group of fuckbuddies had formed. I let the boys take a quick shower while I thanked Eddie and Matt for all their support before they left for home. Anthony hugged me a long time, kissed me and said: - “One down, one to go. We’re gonna get you pozzed up real soon, I promise. We’ll just have to work a bit harder. I love you guys.” - “I love you too. And I know Vince does as well. We’re so happy I met you at the clinic.” - “So am I. I’ll stop by tomorrow to see how Vince is feeling.”, and with that, he left. I went into the bathroom to check on the boys and found them still in the shower. Tom was on his knees and Tim was pissing in his mouth. Apparently, I startled them. When Tim realised I was there, he squeezed off the stream and tried to cover what they were doing. - “Don’t mind me! Keep pissing! I’ve turned into quite the piss pig myself lately, so I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together later. Fuck… Having two beautiful brothers pissing I my mouth at the same time would be a dream come true.” Tim let his stream continue and Tom was gulping it down as much as he could. I walked up to them and bent over to get a mouthful of the last of Tims’ stream. I swallowed some of it, then kissed Tom and spit the rest into his mouth. I kissed Tim and left them to finish up so they could go home. I was eager to go to bed, it had been a long day, and I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. When they were done, they got dressed, still with the plugs in their asses. After kissing and hugging, they left. The apartment was quiet again, and it felt both soothing and a bit sad. I was so happy that we had found all these amazing people that we could now call our friends and lovers.

--------------------- Part 16 --------------------- We continued chatting, I cooked lunch for everybody. Every hour Vince called from the bedroom, and Tim and Tom took turns milking him with their neg boy holes. At some point Eddie called Matt to pick up some stuff from the clinic and swing by, which he did in time for dinner. I ordered pizzas for everyone. When I opened the door I was flanked by two naked boys with hard cocks and in the background someone was screaming “I NEED TO FUCK AAAAAAASSSSSS!”. The look of shock on the pizza boy was absolutely priceless. After another milking of Vince, we ate together and had some wine. Since Vince was so out of it, Eddie administered an IV drip of fluids and electrolytes that Matt had brought and gave him a shot of something that would make him better quicker. This seemed to make him calmer, and the time between Urges got longer. It really turned out to be a very nice day and evening in their company, and there was no sex going on, other than Tim and Tom being naked and repeatedly riding my semi-unconscious husband. It was quite late in the evening, and we were watching some movie on a streaming service. Tim and Tom were in the same armchair, cuddling and kissing, playfully pinching each others nipples and pulling on the butt plugs. Matt was in the other armchair, I was laying in the sofa with my head in Antonys lap, and my legs in Eddies lap, everything felt perfect. - “What’s going on here?” Vince was standing in the bedroom door, naked, looking all groggy and confused. His cock was soft for the first time today, and it was a deep pink hue, a testament to being used over and over again. - “Who are these guys? Fuck… my cock hurts… and my head…”. He rubbed his head and eyes. - “Vince? How are you feeling? You’ve had quite a lot of fever baby.”, I said and walked up to him and took him in my arms. His temperature was a lot closer to normal. - “I had? I don’t remember anything since going to bed.” - “You don’t remember coming in my ass four times? And in Tim five times, and in Tom four times?” - “What? No… You’re lying… No way that happened…”, he said and squeezed his aching dick. “Oww… Is that why my cock hurts?” - “Definitely… Also… We’re pretty sure that you are poz now.” Vince looked at me in shock. His shock turned to a broad smile, then he embraced and kissed me deep and whispered “Finally”. When he let go of me he turned around and looked at the people in the room, realizing it was Anthony, Eddie, Matt and two unknown but beautiful naked twinks. Anthony got the first warm hug and kiss, since he was practically family by now, then he did the same to Eddie and Matt. - “And who are these two beauties?”, he said, pointing to Tim and Tom. - “I’m Tim, I’ve got five of your poz loads in my neg ass. And before you ask, yes; I’m of legal age.”, Tim said and laughed. - “And I’m Tom. I only got four loads and I’m very disappointed.”, he said jokingly trying to frown. - “But how can I possibly have fucked 9 times… no 13 times, including you Jay! Without even knowing it? That’s not possible!” - “It’s got something to do with the strain of the virus you got. I did the same when I converted.”, Eddie said. - “So, I got it from you? No, we haven’t fucked in months… Unfortunately…” - “No, that’s not very likely. And not from Anthony, he never had that kind of symptoms. So, who have you been fucked by around two to three weeks ago?”, Eddie continued. - “It’s mostly been Jay and Anthony… And the neighbours, but I’ve taken tons of loads from them before without converting. I was at the sauna two weeks ago though, must’ve been someone there.” - “Interesting. I’m pretty sure I got it at the sauna as well. And a few of my other clients stated the same. Patient Zero could be someone there.” Eddie seemed to be thinking hard about something and started walking to the kitchen where his phone was being charged. - “By the way… Do you want to do a quick test to see if it shows? I brought some from the clinic.”, Matt said. - “Isn’t it too early?”, Vince replied. - “Usually, yes. But Eddie told me they did a quick test on him at the hospital, and it showed he was clearly poz. For me it just took two days. Normally it takes weeks before showing…” - “Let’s do it. Can’t hurt anyway.” With that, Matt set up the test, gave Vince a prick in the finger, sucked up a drop of blood with a small glass tube, and tapped it out on the test strip. One drop of fluid from a small bottle, and then we waited. Vince and I sat down in the sofa, me holding him tightly in my arms, kissing his neck and smelling the fever sweat on his body. He seemed deep in his thoughts. - “Baby…”, he looked up at me, “Did I hurt you?” - “No… Well… Yes, physically. But you know I like it rough.”, I said and hugged him harder. - “Do you think I’m poz now?” - “Probably…” - “I never thought I would get there before you did. You’re much sluttier than I am…” - “Yeah, me neither. And thank you, you know I find being a slut the greatest compliment.” - “I love you, slut!” - “I love you too, poz slut.” Eddie came back from the kitchen with his phone is his hand. - “I reached out to some of the others who had these symptoms. They had all been to the sauna two weeks prior to converting. I will set up a get together for all of us and we’ll see if we can figure out who might be the common denominator. You should be there too Vince.” - “Ok… I will… But for now, I think I should go back to bed. I’m tired.” - “Let’s just check your test first.”, Matt said, picking up the strip. He paused for effect. - “So? What does it say? Two strips? One? Three? Five?”, Vince was eager. - “If there were more than two strips on the test, they’d probably all be red. But yes, there’s two red strips. You’re definitely poz. Congratulations!” Vince looked at me as a tear rolled down his cheek. We kissed deeply for a long time while the others in the room cheered. A “POP!” was heard as Anthony corked up a bottle of champagne that he found in our fridge. - “Well, that concludes todays’ business, I’m off to bed again. Love you all!” Vince went back to bed and was fast asleep as the rest of us took care of the dishes and leftovers. It was getting late, and we should break up this party soon.

--------------------- Part 15 --------------------- 45 minutes later the doorbell rang. I opened and outside were two cute twinky boys that barely seemed of legal age. I was tired, sweaty, and felt like they were disturbing me, so I got annoyed. - “What? If you’re selling something; I don’t want it and if your Jehovah’s Witnesses then I’m gonna fuck your asses with my big gay cock!”, I said, trying to scare them off and leave me alone. - “Are you Jay? Eddie sent us. He should be here soon too.”, one of the boys said. - “Eddie sent you? What for?” - “To help with your husband. And frankly, we wouldn’t mind if you fucked our asses with your big gay cock.”, the other boy said with a smile, looking at my crotch and licking his lips. They both giggled. Just then, Eddie came up the stairs. - “Let them in Jay! No time to waste!” I moved away from the door and let Eddie and the boys into our apartment. - “So, this is Tim, the client I, uhm, accidentally fell face first into at the clinic last week, and then subsequently bred.”, Eddie said, pointing at the shorter of the two boys. He was tiny in every way. Short, blonde and blue eyed, very slim, clean shaven, wearing a white shirt with the two top buttons unbuttoned, black pants and a black backpack. He looked very much like a little Mormon boy, or like a very innocent altar boy of a church. “Don’t be fooled by his innocent looks, he’s a proper bug chaser, he just hasn’t caught it yet.” - “Hi Tim, I’m Jay.”, I said, shaking his hand. Tim responded by grabbing my neck and pulling me in for a wet kiss. - “And this is Tom, his boyfriend, who I have yet to breed but Tim tells me he’s just as much of a bug chasing slut as he is.”, Eddie said and motioned to Tom. Tom was slightly taller with short light brown hair and a bit more muscle. Probably on the swim team of his school, I thought to myself. He looked almost as boyish as Tim, but with a very light scruff on his chin and I could see a few strands of hair on chest at the top of the grey t-shirt he was wearing. - “Nice to meet you Tom”, I said and extended my hand, only to once again be pulled into a wet kiss. “You boys sure are friendly…” I said with a smile and motioned to them to continue into the living room. I held Eddie back by grabbing him from behind, wrapping my arm around him, and I whispered in his ear: - “Tim and Tom? Are you kidding? What are they, fucking chipmunks? And how old are they? I feel like I could be their father!” - “Shut up Jay and just enjoy. Be grateful that they are here to help! And, by the way; yes, you could most definitely be their father, dirty old man.”, Eddie said and laughed. - “Fuck you Eddie…”, I said and playfully choked him with my arm. Eddie just laughed. - “Don’t worry, they’re older than they look. Tim is 19 and Tom just turned 20.” We all entered the living room where Anthony was sitting on the couch. He got up and introduced himself and was greeted with kisses from the boys just like I was. Eddie and I sat down with Anthony on the couch, and the boys took an armchair each on the opposite side of the coffee table. Without anyone saying anything, they both started undressing and was soon sitting completely naked across from us, playing with their cocks. It was definitely a sight for sore eyes, these boys were stunningly beautiful, and I could feel my cock growing in my pants. Before they arrived, Eddie had told them a bit about their mission there today, that they were both going to take turns riding a cock that was going through a conversion, and that they had to keep that cock satisfied until it could not shoot a single sperm anymore. As they were both bug chasers, they were very excited at the prospect of receiving loads from someone as he was converting. Their cocks quickly got hard, and they were both well above average in size, quite similar to each other, and looked to be about the same size as my cock. - “JAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! AAAAAAAASSSSSS!!!”, came another call from the bedroom. - “It’s time.”, Eddie said, “Who’s going first?” - “I AM!”, both boys said at the same time, eager to begin. - “Tim, you go first. The bedroom is through there. Don’t try to suck him, just ride that cock as fast and hard as you can.”, Eddie said. Tim went into the bedroom and the rest of us stayed behind. Tom looked a bit disappointed, but Eddie assured him that he would get his turn. Several turns, as a matter of fact. That seemed to ease Toms’ mind a bit. I wanted to follow Tim into the bedroom to watch this beautiful boy ride my husband, but I was just too tired. Ten minutes later Tim came back to the living room, out of breath, his skinny body glistening with sweat and his cock standing straight out from his body. He picked up his backpack, opened it and took out a butt plug, then he made a real show for us by putting one foot on the armrest of the armchair and bending forward, exposing his wet hole to us and inserting the plug with a plop. - “Don’t want to lose any of those precious fluids…”, he said as he covered the armchair with a towel and sat down with his hands behind his head. He looked content. He was smiling and looking me straight in the eyes and as he was breathing heavily, I could see his abs flexing and his cock moving. He moved his right hand to his left triceps, stroking himself down over the armpit, his breast, his stomach and down to his cock. He continued in between his legs and gave the plug a little pull and push, moaning as he did. I could feel precum flowing out of my cock in my pants as I longed to go over there and sit on his cock, kiss him, caress him, kiss his neck, nibble his ears and feel his lips against mine. But most of all I was hypnotized by his armpit. I felt an urge to lick it and continue licking his entire sweaty body. This is what young men’s pheromones do to me, I thought to myself. So many occasions before had I become hard in uncomfortable situations, just because some young sweaty man was nearby and his pheromones were attacking my senses. But that’s not why they were here. They were here to take care of my husband. My desires were not prioritized, and I had to wait. I shook the thought out of my head. - “Anyone want something to drink while we wait for the next call from the bedroom?”, I said, adjusted my cock, and went to the kitchen for some sodas. We sat there chatting, talking about everything and nothing, about how we met Anthony, about our first visits to the clinic. The boys where hard almost all the time, and I could tell that Tom was getting impatient. He wanted some of that cum. An hour later it was his turn. - “AAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS!!!” - “We should get him a bell to ring… An ass-bell. Ding-ding-ding, the bull needs to breed!”, Anthony joked. Tom was quickly on his feet, almost running towards the bedroom. Ten minutes later he came out, cock dripping with precum, ass dripping with poz cum, body dripping with sweat. These boys were heaven sent, there was no way I could’ve dealt with all this by myself. Tom also took out a plug from his backpack, but he gave it to me to insert. I couldn’t resist diving into his pretty young ass and have a taste before plugging it up, and the taste was heavenly. I could definitely taste cum, but there was something more to it, something sweet. Not a hint of lube, so I assumed he had just planted himself on my husbands’ cock without any, probably because of a desire to tear a bit to be at greater risk of getting pozzed. I could taste a hint of blood as well, the iron-like taste could not be mistaken. He moaned, but as I tried to get deeper with my tongue, he clenched and said “No, I need to keep it in me. Plug me up!”, and so I did by roughly shoving the big plug into him, causing him to gasp. He turned around, almost slapping me in the face with his cock, and thanked me. I grabbed the cock in front of my face, squeezed it from the base up along the shaft, and licked the large drop of precum off the head. Tom went back to his chair and sat down, rubbing his thighs. - “Good workout this… Won’t have to do leg day tomorrow…”

Here we go, now it’ll get even more intense. Maybe some of you will think it’s too “out there” or “too fantasy” but take it with a pinch of salt and I promise it’ll be a little more “normal” later on. As I said previously, there is a ton of loose material that is just waiting to be tied into the story. If I counted correctly, I’ve posted 13 parts so far. The next day in the life of Jay and Vince will be parts 14-18. I hope you enjoy! --------------------- Part 14 --------------------- After 10 days all our pains and symptoms were gone. We kept seeing Anthony almost every day and we all became very close, it was almost like a throuple. The sex was always amazing, and the previously “total top” Antony was getting fucked by us all the time. Antony wasn’t getting treated for his HIV, and even though he was breeding us several times per week, neither of us got the fuck flue. It wasn’t until four months later that Vince woke up one Saturday morning, drenched in sweat, with a high fever and feeling like death. Delirious, he woke me up and said: - “Baby, I think it’s happening. I think I’m converting. It feels like a really, really bad flue but look at my fucking cock!”. He lifted the covers, and his cock was so hard it was purple. - “Your illness is making you horny?” - “Like never before. You need to help me with this! NOW!”, he said, grabbed my head and forced my mouth down on his throbbing cock. It was strange sucking a fever cock. It felt so warm in my mouth, and it was salty from all the sweating during the night. I felt like I was sucking on a freshly grilled sausage. But it was so incredibly hard, harder than I’d ever felt his cock before. I kept sucking while he just lay there still, with his hand lightly pushing my head down on his cock. - “No, this won’t do. You need to ride me. I’d fuck you, but I have no energy. You need to do the work and I need to cum inside you. It wants to be shot inside an ass, not a mouth. It needs to.” - “I’ll just go and do a quick clean out…” - “NO! NOW! RIDE IT!”, he shouted angrily. He was scaring me a bit, but I did as I was told, quickly lubed up my hole and sat down on him. He lay still, sweating profusely, while I rode him to the best of my ability. I squeezed his cock with my sphincter and milked him every time I lifted myself up, then slammed back down on him hard. He seemed a bit out of it, almost as if he was unconscious, but 10 minutes later his eyes opened again, meeting mine, as he convulsed and shot his load inside me. My thigh muscles were burning from the workout, so it was about time! As he finished shooting, he immediately fell asleep again. I got of his cock and went to the bathroom to get a wet towel, then I cleaned his still hard cock. He was in a deep sleep and didn’t react to the cleaning. I went to the kitchen to get some breakfast, and I put a glass of water by the bed for Vince. He was going to need fluids, the way he was sweating. About an hour later I heard him calling from the bedroom. - “Jaaaaay!” - “Yes baby, how are you feeling? Drink some water!” - “Already did. Now hurry! You must ride me again. NOW!” Yet again he pulled of the sheets and showed his rock-hard cock. It seemed even bigger than before. Again, I rode him until he shot inside me, then he fell back asleep. I refilled his water and cleaned him off again. This time I also cleaned myself out properly, since I was guessing this would be the theme of the day. I called Anthony to get him over here and help me. He was there within 20 minutes. An hour later Vince called for me again. Anthony and I went into the bedroom, and it was the same scene all over, but this time I let Anthony ride him since my legs were so tired. I am a “bear” after all, and riding cock with my heavy upper body is a real work-out. After only a minute of Anthony riding him, Vince pushed him off and said: - “No… He’s poz! Needs to be a neg ass! Poz won’t work!” So, yet again I found myself riding his cock, milking a load out of him. This time however I had Anthony who helped me by holding me up, so I didn’t have to carry my entire weight myself. We were worried about him, and when he passed out after breeding me a third time, I called Doctor Eddie on his private phone. - “Eddie speaking!” - “Hey, it’s Jay. Do you remember me and my husband Vince? We were at your clinic a few months ago.” - “Oh, hey slut! Of course I remember! I’ve been thinking of you, we were supposed to set up that party if you guys didn’t convert, remember? Have you converted yet?” - “Uhm… I don’t think I have, but that’s why I’m calling. I think Vince is converting right now…” - “Aaaaand now my cock is rock hard!”, Eddie laughed, “How’s he feeling?” - “NOT good! He’s passed out, but he awakens once every hour and… how do I describe this… He DEMANDS that I use my neg ass to milk a load out of him. I’ve tried sucking him, but it’s no good to him. I even tried outsourcing to Anthony, but since he’s already poz it’s no good either. The only thing that’s good enough for Vince right now is negative ass. And my legs can’t cope with riding him anymore! What do I do? What’s happening to him?” Eddie was silent. - “Eddie? Are you there?” - “Yes! Uhm… Sorry… I was… This sounds EXACTLY like how it was for me, except I didn’t have any neg bottom to breed in my apartment, so I went completely berserk when I got what I call The Urge.” - “What? In what way? What’s going to happen if I deny him my hole? - “Not sure… In my case I got an adrenaline rush like I’ve never experienced before. It somehow lowered my fever and energized me enough to get me out of bed. I was aware of what I was doing, but not why. I think it’s the conversion itself that subconsciously makes you so extremely fucking horny that you lose control of yourself, that why I call it The Urge, and for me The Urge was directing every move I made. I found myself packing a bag with energy bars and electrolyte drinks and make my way to the sauna where I fucked and bred basically everyone until I passed out in a cabin. I don’t remember anything after that, but apparently the cleaning staff found me, woke me up, then I, or rather The Urge, managed to seduce cleaner into taking my load before passing out again. That made the guy call an ambulance because he thought I had done too much drugs of some kind, and they me to a hospital where I woke up much later. I had no idea how I got there or what time it was, but the male nurse that was tending to me thanked me for breeding him. Twice. I had been in the hospital for 48 hours by then…” Now it was my turn to be silent. - “Jay? Are you still there? I’m not saying this WILL happen to Vince.” - “I’m here, I’m just… In shock.” - “As I said, it may not be as bad for Vince. I converted Matt as you know, and he had The Urge, but a lot less severe. He didn’t do things without being aware, and he never passed out. He was just a lot more horny than usual and whenever he fucked someone who was poz he couldn’t cum. And the ones he’s pozzed after that has had even weaker symptoms. It seems to diminish with each generation. The Urge episodes usually only last for the first day or so, then it’s more of a regular flue for a few days. I don’t think it’s anything supernatural, probably just that the more powerful the conversion is, the more subconsciously horny you get, and all your inhibitions just disappear. I’ve had other clients at the clinic that had it as bad as I did, and they were all sluts like me, and like you guys, taking any load they could get from anyone, anytime. So, it seems it all depends on who he got it from. It was obviously not from me since I haven’t seen you in months. Any idea who it might be?” - “Not really. We’re still hanging out with Anthony a lot, and he’s breeding us both several times a week, but I still haven’t gotten sick, and Anthony didn’t have any of these symptoms when he converted. But, of course, there’s been others, since we’re such sluts.”. I looked over at Anthony who rolled his eyes at me, smiled and nodded an exaggerated “YES YOU ARE!”. - “Right… Maybe he got it from the same generation as me then, or maybe an even earlier one. I’ve read a lot of papers on HIV and sexual behaviour and it’s not uncommon that converting makes you extra horny. It’s just that this strain seems more powerful than any I’ve read about. Taking meds and becoming undetectable seems to remove the drive completely. That’s why I’m not taking any, don’t want to become frigid…” - “But what do I do now? My legs won’t carry me anymore!” - “You could wait and hope that he falls back asleep and wakes up without The Urge. Just make sure he gets plenty of fluids and electrolytes in the brief moments that he wakes up. But honestly, I think you might be in for some trouble… I still find myself with The Urge sometimes even though it’s been years since I converted. Just last week I blacked out when taking rectal swabs of a cute twink at work and woke up just a few seconds later with my tongue buried deep in the twinks hole while he was moaning loudly. Of course, he left with a big load in his hole and a smile on his face… It’s like The Urge can feel the presence of a bug chaser.” Just then, another call from the bedroom. - “JAAAAAAAY! I NEED YOUR HOLE!” - “Oh fuck, now he’s calling for me again! Help me, Eddie! Can you stop by with some drugs I can sedate him with ‘til it’s over?” - “I have a better idea. Try to muster through another session with him and I will have a solution on your doorstep before the next Urge. Ok?” - “Just fucking hurry Eddie!” I hung up and went into the bedroom with Anthony. This time I lay on my side with my husband fucking me from behind, while Anthony helped pushing us together and soon enough a fourth load was deposited in me, and Vince was back asleep.

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.

Looking through my pics realized I don’t have many. Somebody wanna help a brother out?

Just a few taken from a short vid I got of a guy off Grindr fucking me

Cum tastes best after you take the load in your ass and you turn around to clean the dick off. Cleaning cum off a dick is a privilege you are given.

I have been posting accounts of my real life experiences in raw and party sex on a number of different sites... sites that seem to come and go, while this site carries on faithfully. So I finally said to myself, why don't you just post on your favorite site and call it done? So, I will do so. I grew up in New York from a 4th-Generation New York City family and it appears I was just born a kink pig. My first masturbation fantasies at age 10 were of playing sex games with four other of my male friends all at once. It helped having a six-years older brother who let me peruse his porn - at that time in the 70's even straight mags like "Penthouse", "Hustler" and "Oui" had naked men with the women in at least two spreads of every issue. Perfect for this budding homo... and my bro is kind of a straight version of me. Back when I was 16 and 17, he and his girlfriend would get me into Studio 54 with them, then they'd head to "Plato's Retreat" (a STRAIGHT sex bathhouse/club) while I hit the baths or a porn theater before we'd meet back up at a chosen time to go home. It was awesome being gay and a teenager in NYC in the late 70s and early 80s! A funny note, my bro is still in damn good shape at 54, and SO jealous that my partner of 22 years has no problem with me playing with other guys when he is busy or working (and vice versa), but my brother's wife would NEVER consider the same for him playing with some other women... pity... Anyway, for some reason, I've always been adventurous at and about sex and have tried just about everything I could in my 49 years so far, and am trying to get to the things I haven't done YET... I seem to have been blessed with the lucky combination of an almost eidetic memory (runs in the family, not anything I did...), a very active libido even now, and an exceptional writing teacher just around the time when she could interest me in the written word and show me I could actively enjoy writing all sorts of things... so its fun to combine them all and write out some of the wild times I've had over the years, allowing me to relive them, and hopefully having others enjoy them. If you've seen me post them elsewhere, please forgive! I'll start posting each experience in individual posts, starting this evening with a few.

This morning a guy hit me up to fuck me, and said, “Is it okay that I have HSV (Herpes simplex Virus)? It’s dormant and no outbreak.” I replied that it would be necessary for him to use a condom, as HSV can spread virus during asymptomatic sheddiing, even when no lesions are present. I explained that because I am immunocompromised I need to take the precautions where I can. His retort was, “Don’t be a cumdump, then. Do you think everyone is as honest as I am?” First, not only am I not obliged to just accept a disease when it’s staring me in the face, as a responsible service cumdump I have a positive duty of care toward every man who might subsequently use my cunt - it’s not just a question of ensuring that I’m not knowingly exposed to HSV, it’s a question of making sure I don’t knowingly become a carrier infecting others. The reality is that HSV is so prevalent in the population, it is a virtual certainty that I have already been exposed - I’ve been fucked well over 1,000 times - even though I’ve never been diagnosed or shown ay symptoms. But I can’t knowingly simply take on the risk if it can be avoided. I’m sure it sucks for the guy to be honest and then get told he isn’t allowed to fuck the cumdump bare. I get it. I’ve faced my share of consequences for being open about my HIV status. But being a cumdump doesn’t automatically mean I have to volunteer to be a petri dish any more than I can avoid.

I turned up at my local bathhouse an hour after opening at midday and found I was the only one there although others started trickling in. Cursing I wondered why since it is often quite busy then and remembered it was school holidays (I have no idea why that should matter). The strange thing was I ended up with much more action than usual at that time or even on really busy evenings. It started me wondering about whether it was better to have the place crowded or just lightly populated. The question is not seeking to compare a popular bathhouse with an unpopular one but rather the same venue when there are substantially more or fewer guys there.

Palm Springs is nice. But suggest you rent first. It is a strange mix, it can be lonely for a bit as most of the guys have groups. Lot of drama and guys looking to use older men. Costs are a big concern, it gets more expensive everyday. The all democratic state government is stumbling over each to see who can come up with the craziest new stupid bills. Property taxes 1.25% based on sale price, income tax ( top tier 13.5% ), sales tax, license plat fees huge, gas tax just jumped .50 gal for the carbon tax, electric bills going up ( you have to help offset for the less fortunate. CA is just not what it used to be when I moved there 25yrs ago. I moved to FL last fall, south of sarasota. I feel more relaxed. Close to the beach, great neighborhood/neighborhood. No one cares if you’re gay. The news has everything over hyped about the stupid don’t say gay.

Let's not start a pissing match buddy. You're trying to sound all smart and knowledgable and you're coming off like a big dork. Again, no one asked you directly to explain anything to them or answer any question . It's fine that you're trying to be helpful but I'm tired of you acting like Austin is a convicted criminal. And I quote "I'm not suggesting Wolf will get life, or even, say, 40 or more years. But I'd be shocked if he got less than ten to fifteen years, and I would not be shocked if he got at least 20."

I'm sorry but I find your 'lawyer' bit getting old, also kind of annoying and tedious. Austin hasn't been convicted of anything yet so all your babbliing is just speculation at this point. Maybe you're watching too many "Law and Order" episodes.

It was so incredible, I love cum and getting bred but the sheer passion and understanding you get from fellow subs is just so sensual. I need to get ruined like this more often!

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.

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.

Hot! Gonna watch it tonight!

Reading all this nonsense as well as all the horrible legislation on other issues has never made me more grateful than I am now to live in a liberal state (IL). I'm aware of my states many, many issues, but one thing I don't have to worry about is being treated unfairly due to my orientation and I know that my female family, friends, and coworkers aren't going to have their sovereignty over their own bodies be questioned or stripped away. You couldn't pay me enough to entice me to live in a conservative state. I actually grew up very conservative and even voted for Bush Jr. twice, being fully indoctrinated by my strict Catholic upbringing. I'm forever grateful to my college years for opening up my eyes to other cultures and viewpoints and revealing how absolutely deluded and toxic my family's views were. Imagine hearing your kindly grandma say firmly all gays were going to burn in hell for eternity everytime something related to homsexuality showed up on the news, whilst unknowingly sitting 3 feet away from her closeted grandson. Imagine growing up convinced you were damned forever just for an attraction you had absolutely no control over., desperately praying every night to be like other boys. It's no wonder there still so many teenage suicides due to their inability to cope with their homosexuality. I have nothing but contempt for conservative Christians. I only wished I there actually was a Hell so they could burn there. Unfortunately, I dont believe in fairy tales.

I enjoy long fuck sessions. While I am sure I could cum a lot faster, I prefer to have extended and sensual fucks where I can really enjoy all of the sensations that a bottom's hole can provide. I'm essentially edging my cock until there's just no way I can last any longer. Usually a minimum of 15 minutes at a sex party (where other tops might be waiting for their turn, and especially if the bottom already is loaded with cum) to 45-60 minutes for one-on-one sessions where we have a great connection. Thankfully, my refractory period is short and I can fuck again in 5 or so minutes and cum a second or third time. My enjoyment for longer sessions was always at odds in porn shoots. Often I was the last one to cum in a scene - but those cums were intense. That's because I hadn't been allowed to cum days beforehand, was usually fucking a wonderfully sloppy hole and watching all the other hot tops in the intense shoot really loaded up my balls for a powerful release. The closest thing to intense cums in porn have been at Horsemarket parties, where I'd be fucking for hours along all the other stallions.

The address I received was not too far, more within the city though it didn't look so familiar. It was definitely near a bathhouse I went to once during my first year here. I asked Devin if he knew where it was and he only said that it was in a sketchy area. If I had to guess, it was probably the gay village. An area Devin was always adamant to go to since he didn't find it to be his 'crowd'. When he asked if I was going to see someone there he scoffed, asking if last night wasn't enough. I reminded him of the conversation we had before finishing it with "We can end things you know" "Maybe a break, or a pause at least?" It felt like whatever we had has been either of those. It made little difference. Not wanting to go on I said "Break, that's it. Let's do that". An "Okay." was the last thing he said before leaving the room. I crashed unknowingly on the sofa right after and woke up right before day light was about to end. I looked at my phone and it was almost 8. The only notification I got was from Ludvig, 30 minutes ago. "Here are some ideas I have for tonight. If you're comfortable, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Come by anytime around 10." There were 4 videos attached. Each lasting around 8-12 minutes with a title screen at the beginning. 1. Fluid Starting from a birds eye view, the video starts with someone around early 20s I'd say who was locked in a sling. Eyes were blindfolded and limbs chained with a metal cock cage that came with a padlock. His legs were angled higher and pulled closer to his arms to fully showcase his hole. It was clear how strong he was tied for any attempts he made showed no difference in his position. The struggle he made at the start was perhaps from being awake. It could also perhaps be him having second thoughts. But then again, it was short lived. I'd imagine if I was him, it was only to get comfortable. The next camera angle was now above like the first but titled at a 45 degree to face the hole and showed the rest of the room. It was probably mounted on the sling, right in between the legs. The room was dark and lit by about 2 or 3 hanging lightbulbs at its corner. The walls were exposed brick with some sides graffitied, indecipherable in its scribbles. Among the gibberish tags I saw, I only recognized a biohazard symbol in circle. Its proximity to one of the light bulbs gave a better view of the wall than the rest. There was no other furniture, just broken crates and pallets scattered. Some blurry figures were sitting on them. The only opening in the room was an arch with its hinges remained. There were chips of wood hanging on its other side. Not much can be seen further pass it. The hallway following it was pitch black, darker than the room was and fizzy from the video. It was a black hole in the video. Motionless and being able to breathe as his sole action, his body was partially covered in foam below his head and a group of men encircled him, all in different kinds of leather masks that revealed the eyes. Most were nude or topless. Some in chaps, some in jocks, some only in denim jeans and a stained white tank top. There wasn't a fixed attire. Most had a decent body shape. Either they were muscular skinny, defined to the bones, or built massive with a strong and thick belly. I'd place Ludvig's type in between. They were all hairier than most of the men I've been with. They were definitely mature. A strange desire in me reignited again. The reflection from their glistened and sweaty body made up for the lack of brightness in the room. Two of them, who I now identify one as Ludvig came closer to the sling. Ludvig had a leather leotard on with his crotch fully exposed. I knew it was him from the scorpion at his back, claws now covered by the straps. His mask was a regular eye mask, mouth and nose still identifiable. The man opposite of him was in a chained harness and knee high boots. Nothing else besides a closed latex mask with openings at eyes, nose and mouth. His cock was big, fatter than Ludvig's, given that the cockring he wore was more visible than Ludvig's from watching the video. The girth was comparable, and the length I've yet to tell. Both men were still flaccid. Each were holding a safety blade, lifting their respective arms as they came closer to the foamed up body. Each blade focused on one part of the body. Ludvig had the bottom and the other had the top. As the blades touched, a time lapse started, fast forwarding the shaving process. They were delicate in their work. Not one minor cut. The boy in the sling made little movements, though any move was due to adjusting himself to how bare his skin was getting. As the foam was wiped, I saw how originally this person had hair as much as the men in the room. As the video progressed, he now had less and less. Each time the men glided their blade, it became clearer how beautifully shaped this boy's body was. His pecs were firmly round and his abs were protruding. The lower V part of his abdomen was no longer hidden. Stripping the hair from his pits made his biceps more prominent. The shave was like an act of sculpting. Ludvig was precise in stripping any hair from the boy's pubic hair, accomplishing his shave with only a single movement at each part. Even at the hole, he was swift. It was also at this point where both men, with little work left, took the liberty in being rewarded. Ludvig started to relish the hole after wiping the remaining lather while his coworker with the high boots was holding the boy's mouth wide open to take his cock. Finally I can see him hard. Like Ludvig, it grew exponentially. The length was longer and the boy could only take half before coughing, saliva dripping in agony. Light slaps on the face from high boots caused the boy to recollect himself and breathe before attempting again. This time, only a quarter of his cock was left. High boots was pleased, but I can tell not satisfied yet. Ludvig, still rimming relentlessly, enjoyed how smooth the hole was. His favourite kind to rim. As the boy chocked on high boot's cocks, he was also enjoying his freshly shaved hole getting eaten. A pain and pleasure that not many could afford I thought. How I wish I was in that sling. The boy's struggle in taking the massive cock continued with no end in sight for high boots. He pulled out and called onto Ludvig, who looked up. He signalled a look in which he tilted his head sideways to which Ludvig just nodded. They switched places and high boots cradled the boy's ass, now coated with spit higher to his stomach. He faced the crowd around for a moment before reaching out to obtain an oral syringe from one of them. An inaudible exchanged occurred between Ludvig and him. One of them used their hand to signal something small or big with high boots opening his palm completely. Ludvig just shook his head. Immediately after, the syringe was jammed into the hole and its content fully expelled. The men were now clapping and Ludvig walked to high boots to pat him on the shoulder. Both made their way back to the crowd. Soon, the boy was now panting with haste. A smile formed, creasing both sides of his cheek as his mouth moved in flicker. The crowd was now closer to him than before, caressing his new body. Some came close to sniff and smooch parts of him where his muscles stood out. The boy could only smile on. Ludvig returned, pulling the blindfold off, face now shown. He was conventionally handsome. Very good looking but never the kind I'd imagine. His hair was brunette, pretty long but above the shoulder and most likely tied in a bun. A golden retriever kind of guy who was a gymrat I'd wager. Close to my age I imagine. Seemed like the type to play by the rules. He had a sort of innocence in him that was now filled with lust. His dilated eyes were something I'd became familiar with. Initially, in regaining his sight, his facial expression was that of shock, not just in understanding his position and who he was with but at his body. He turned to look at every direction in an instant, before looking up above to the first camera, grinning, full teeth while being engulfed by the men around him. That look of lust that's always captured in these videos. The next shot was now shaky but clearer than before, a bit brighter. Chances are it was a handheld camera that one of the participant had. The sound was now better and the chatter more audible. Most were the usual dirty talk ranging from fuck yeahs and sexy, to slut and bitch boy. The camera moved closer to the boy, being referred to as a bitch, to look up. He looked directly with the same lust, saying yeah as someone was chewing his neck. The person behind the camera then asked: "You like this bitch?" "Fuck yeah." "Letting all these men use you, fuck you?" "Oh yeah." "How does it feel like in your new skin? Looking more like a bitch boy now?" "Feels fuckin good, man." "Shit boy, we're not even halfway yet." With a wink the boy said "Bring it on" It was difficult to see the rest of the body as it was still being appreciated by crowd. As it reach to his legs, high boots was crouched, head into the hole, slowly rimming the boy. When the camera reached to him he dived deeper into the boy's hole, minimally jolting him upwards. He looked directly into the lens, taunting "Who's next? Boy's fresh hole isn't going to be fresh for too long. Ludvig! You ready?" A distant loud aye can be heard through the crowd who echoed the agreement with yeahs all around. A skinhead man who was in his late 30s came forward toward high boots and asked to be next. With no hesitation and full force, high boots pulled him down to the floor and pushed his head into the boy. The skinhead caught himself by holding onto the boy's leg, continuing high boots's work. Unlike high boots, the skinhead ravished the hole. He whispered fuck yeah and god at times. Another man then came forward to try but when skinhead refused, high boots had to pull him off and remind him of where he was. The handheld camera was still facing the hole and the rimmer. High boots pulled the camera up, look behind to see Ludvig and stared back to the lens, announcing that "It's showtime." Camera now panned to Ludvig, who approached with something in his hand. A kind of metal hollow anal ring which diameter was close to a mug. It was shiny and pre-lubed. He crouched, gave the hole another lick and inserted it in the boy who flinched at first. The muscle in his sphincter tried to resist it. Ludvig, careful not to put too much force, reposition its angle, turning it in successfully. As it popped in, the boy screamed fuck yeah in the pleasure. A few seconds ago, it was pain. With the plug in, the boy's hole was wide open. His hole was also blooming, exhibiting motions of the plug trying to expel and receive. Ludvig called high boots, whose name is Klaus. "Would you do the honour? I feel as if you've been on it longer than we have. 3 days now, yes?" "No sleep in the last 60 hours and no plans to for the next 24. I'll be glad to." He then pointed to the camera, signalling whoever behind it to catch what he was bout to do. The boy, still enjoying the plug, continued to moan. Klaus slapped the ass, grabbing the boy's attention. He asked the boy if he knew what chem piss was. The boy shook his head. Klaus asked again if he remembered that said his kink was piss. The boy now nodded. In you? Boy nodded again, faster. Klaus's last question ; Wanna feel my piss in you? Boy replied fuck yeah. With that, he relieved himself without splattering else where. Straight and direct into the boy's hole, it filled up til its edges. Any move the boy made could spill it. "Good boy, let it in now..." Slowly, the piss level lowered, flowing deeper into the boy. The room became quiet, as the crowd was fixated on the boy's hole. When the boy's inside was visible again, Ludvig took Klaus spot. It wasn't as full as Klaus had piss but he still manage to relieve himself. Again, they waited for the boy to absorb it. Moments later, the boy's moans got louder than before, shouting how fucking good he felt. He had reached another state. One that I was determined to reach. Around 5 men had the chance to piss in him. When Ludvig saw that the boy was now feeling the chem piss, he and Klaus agreed that it was enough, and announced everyone to witness the boy's new altered state. The sweat falling off him was more rapid and his pores were moist as ever. In his breaths, he begged for the crowd to fuck him, to do anything they want to him. His chest, moving upward and dow to keep up with each breathe was a sight the crowd was in awe of. The crowd watch him beg and surrender himself. Finally, Klaus placed a dildo gag to silence him, leaving only sounds of muffled moans. A stopper was put in the plug, containing what was left. The video ended with the boy, up close, gagged, drool forming by the mouth, lost in a lust that I hope to see myself in. I didn't notice how hard I got when the clip ended. It had been a while. I could jerk off right now but I didn't wanna kill the excitement for the next one. I still had 2 hours before heading out. I swiped to the next clip.

We lay in bed for a while and fell asleep. We woke up at about 8p and played around in bed for a while. He kept pulling on my nips to make them more sensitive and bigger. They were all puffy now and the size of a ear bud what was huge compare to the less then pea size they were before. We decided to go to dinner at this gay dive bar. Brian said they had good burgers and maybe some action. We cleaned up. I got dressed in tight jeans short shorts, pink lace thong and a tight tank top shirt that had string like shoulder hangs. My swollen fat nipples showed easily thru the thin shirt. The cock cage did make my bulge show more too. We arrived and sat at the bar. The place was half crowded filled with Daddy bear and leather types along with some younger twinks who chased them. "Hi Brian, he your boy", the bartender said as his eyes pierced me looking over me "Yes he is not sure if he will work out", Brian said smiling and grabbing my thigh with his hand. "Would luv to give him a try", the bartender said hungrily "One day. Can we order two burger specials and two beers), Daddy said "Sure thing", as the bartender kept looking at me with his hungry eyes The burgers arrived and we began to eat as we were both starved. "Hi Brian long time no see", said a tall burly bear Daddy who walked up to us at the bar Brian said hello introduced me. His name was Raymond and was a regular at the bar. He was looking me over with his eyes. "Nice to meet you. You are fine. Me and Brian have shared a lot of things together", he said and put his hand on my lower back rubbing it. "Maybe you and i will get to know each other real well", he said as he slid his hand down the back of my shorts under my panties. "Hmmm i like lace", he said as he pushed his hand down further and essentially lifted me up and stuck his middle finger just in my hole. " "Ughhh", i moaned with burger still in my mouth and my eyes open looking at Brian Brian just looked back and ate his burger like nothing was happening Raymond looking at Brian's non reaction as permission to do more he leaned in towards me and drove his finger deeper into me hitting my gspot. My eyes closed a bit and i let out a soft moan. "Ohhh yeah your a little pussy whore aren't you . Look at you panting already and Ive only got one finger in you. You'll be begging for my cock wont you", he whispered in my ear and then grabbed on of my nipples and massaged it. "Ohhhhhh", i arched my back and moaned. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his bulge. It was a nice thick cock. "Why dont we go in the back and i cant give you what you want", he said I was weak right now. He was massaging my gspot for a while along with my nipples and my pussy was so wet i wanted to him to fuck my mancunt right now. "Not right now Raymond, maybe later", Brian said as he looked at me "Ok I cant wait and neither can your boy", he said as he massaged my prostate one more time. He withdrew his finger from my ass and raised it to my mouth and told me to clean it. I looked at Brian and he nodded. I licked it clean and sucked on it like a cock. "Ohhh boy you are a real whore", Raymond said Raymond finally walked away and I looked at Brian. "You did good", Brian said and leaned over and gave me a kiss on my cheek After we finished eating we had a shot of tequila and went to the backroom. It was dark with little lighting. There was some play going with guys making out but no full on sex. Daddy had to use the bathroom and we both went in and took a leak at the urinal. There was some action in the last stall. We opened the door and there was this younger twink maybe 20 bent over the toilet taking some bears cock. The guy just finished and pulled out after cumming in him. The boy turned around cleaned his cock and looked at Brian. "Please fuck me", he said Daddy unzipped his jeans and pulled out his huge cock. The boy gasped at the size and started sucking him off. "Get him prepared", Daddy ordered me I went behind him and started to eat out his ass which was well lubed with cum. I then inserted 1, 2 and 3 fingers in him then 4 to open him up. When I stuck in the fourth he groaned in pain. I though wait till Daddy fucks you. After about 5 minutes of playing Daddy turned him around and started to enter him. The boy let out a groan in pain. Slowly Daddy forced his cock in this boy who wanted to scream but couldnt. The look on his face was pure pain. More guys started to come into the bathroom. One pulled out his cock and grabbed me to suck on it. It was a nice 7 inch cock. I sucked it it good. Another guy came around me lifted me up and pull down my shorts and panties and started to eat my hole. I pushed my ass back and moaned. Another guy tried to suck me off but realized i had a cage on so instead sucked on my balls. They were so sensitive with the stretchers i just moaned loudly as it felt so good. Daddy was now pounding the twink and he was moaning like a slut. "Fuck me Daddy please fuck me good.", he moaned. "You want my charged load bitch", he said "Yes please poz me", the twink said "UGggggghhhhh", Daddy moaned as he shot his hot poz cum into the twink. Daddy kept grinding into him as the boy let out a huge moan and shot his load all over the toilet. The guy eating my ass then got up and pulled out his cock and was bout to fuck me when Daddy yelled", No stop. No fucking him. He is only here to suck cock and eat ass" I looked sad as i was so horny i needed cock in me real bad. Daddy pulled up his pants and told me to finish them off with my mouth. They all obliged and sucked them off with fury and got two thick loads in my mouth and on my face. We went back to the darkroom area and sat down and ordered more tequila shots. "I dont want anyone else to cum in you unitl you covert. I only want my dna to make you poz. Understand?", Daddy said "Yes". i smiled back at him understanding what he wanted and felt in a weird way that it was like our bond that only his poz cum will make me poz He leaned over and kissed me pulled off my shorts and started fingering my hole. I was so wet now and horny. I straddled him on the bench and sat on his fat cock that was now hard. I rode him hard. I wanted him so bad in me. He started to kiss my nips and neck. We started to get a crowd as guys wanking off to watching us. The twink from the bathroom got on his knees and started to suck on Daddys balls.. After about 10 minutes of me riding Daddy my legs started to give way and Daddy took me while his cock still in me put me on the bench and ram fucked me missionary. My knees were at me ears and it was uncomfortable but i didnt care. "Here it come boy", he groaned I felt his cock expand and he shot into me, i also had an orgasm and started to spasm around his cock. We both let out loud groans. A little cum oozed out of the penis plug. I felt spurts of cum shoot on me from people jacking off watching us. Daddy and I licked it all up off of my body. After grinding me for a few more minutes he finally pulled out of me and pulled a butt plug out from his pocket and stuck it in my ass. I want to keep my seed in you and let is soak in. Help you convert. I got on my knees and cleaned his cock clean then got up and we kissed and made out. We left and Daddy took me home and fucked me 2 more times and gave me 2 more charged loads through the night and plugged me up again. I hope every night is like this.

My older cousin started fucking me at 7. I had been sucking him for a year or so before he trained my hole to get fucked. He had a horse cock too. I loved it. He taught me to call my asshole a cunt and my little cock a clit. I used to go to elementary school with a stretched cunt and cum leaking out.