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Escorting through the AIDS pandemic … bareback! In the spring of 1988, I had finished my first year of college and was heading home for the summer to work with our small-town fire department. I had been volunteering with them since I was 16. By sixteen I had matured into a 6 foot, handsome, blonde, with a gym bunny body. It was a gift of pure genetics, I didn’t have to work to develop my six pack abs and muscular arms and shoulders. Well, other than the years of helping my dad milk the cows and other farm chores. Every year the fire hall chose a charity to support, and the guys posed for a beefcake calendar. You’ve all seen these, each month a shirtless fireman hunk in a suggestive sexy pose somewhere in the fire hall. They always wanted to include me, but my age was a problem. That was until the spring of 1988, and I couldn’t have been happier. On the day of my photo shoot the photographer had me strip down to my waterproof trousers and rubber boots. I hung off the back of one of the trucks. After a half hour of taking shots he told me it just wasn’t working for him. He suggested we go outside and hook up a fire hose, he wanted to capture me with more action. I was game. In front of the station glass doors he captured stunning shots of my half naked self spraying the hose full blast. My face was plastered with a mischievous smile from ear to ear. The calendars sold like hot cakes and the women who bought them wanted me to sign their copies. I took a razing from the other jealous guys, but it was all good natured. Fast forward to the next fall. I decided to volunteer with the fire department in the city where I was going to college. They jumped at my application when they saw all my experience. They too had a tradition of fundraising for their community. Being in a big city they didn’t feel as restricted in picking their cause as my small-town fire department had been. They had chosen to raise funds for an organization that supported sex workers; providing legal, health and counselling support. Rather than a beefcake calendar they were planning a talent show evening culminating in a ‘Full Monty’ style dance by six of the hunkiest firefighters. The calendar shoot had awakened me to my exhibitionist side and I was delighted to be chosen. The evenings of the next six weeks were devoted to working with a dance coach. It was a stretch to finish my studies, but I was committed to putting my best foot forward. By the last week our team of six were very comfortable mirroring each others moves and stripping down to our flesh-coloured jock straps. We were one hot looking line up by the end of the dance. Too bad the final reveal had floodlights flash on behind us blinding the audience, On the second last night of rehearsal, three days before the show, the dance instructor sat us down at the start of our evening. He informed us it was decision time. The group of us needed to vote on how far we were willing to go. Would we end the show in the jock straps, or in the spirit of supporting sex workers were we willing to go ‘all the way’, Full Monty, full frontal nudity! You can imagine, the debate went on for quite some time. Two of the family men were adamant they would withdraw if the group chose full frontal nudity. A secrete ballot was finally held. Two against going ‘all the way’, one spoiled ballot and three in favour of ‘full frontal nudity.’ In case you’re wondering, I didn’t spoil my ballot. None of my family was coming to this show. The two fathers left and four of us started into the rehearsal with some stretches and rudimentary movement review. The tension in the room was palpable. As it didn’t dissipate with time our dance instructor named the elephant in the room. “You’re all distracted by the thought of getting naked, aren’t you?” A couple of the guys looked at the ceiling, one guy looked at his feet, and I looked to the dance instructor and almost imperceptibly nodded my head. “Fair enough guys. I suggest you just get out of your clothes right now.” To emphasize his point, he pulled his tee-shirt over his head and released the draw string on his sweatpants. When we saw he was commando we all quickly shucked our clothes. If there had been tension before you could now cut it with a knife. We repeated some stretches and some dance moves, but it was clear this wasn’t getting us anywhere. We were handed skipping ropes and told to skip as fast as we could. We skipped naked for five minutes, at ten minutes I was dripping wet and sure he’d stop us, but we powered on to fifteen. When we were instructed to stop we all collapsed to the floor wet hair clinging to our scalp and wherever else our bodies were covered. The instructor must have anticipated this because we were each tossed a big fluffy towel. As we were drying ourselves, he wrapped his towel around his middle and began a sultry dance through our naked bodies. When he had our attention, he moved up on to our rehearsal stage and turned on some sexy saxophone recording. He continued to strut his stuff eventually loosening his towel and using it to perform the most erotic tantalizing performance I had ever witnessed. Eventually he tossed the towel all together and added stroking his member to the hypnotic dance. As the recording built to it’s climax, he had a ragging hard on and was beating off with a mission. On the final super seductive note his cum spewed all over the stage. The four of us stood silent for a bit. Then slowly began to clap and soon we collapsed in uproarious laughter. “Your turn guys. Who’s going first.” We all instantly flushed red with embarrassment. He looked directly at me and nodded. I pulled on my sweat shorts and wife beater t before mounting the stage. The sexy sax music began, and my inner exhibitionist screamed “let’s have at it!” I was so lost in the euphoria of this opportunity I didn’t even notice stripping off my shirt. Feeling the cool air on my hairy chest and nipples, I also notice my sweats were tenting a bit. I was already semi hard. I added playing with my dick through my shorts to my routine. That’s when the dance instructor starting hooting and adding encouragement. The others soon joined in. When I was ready to doff my shorts, I turned my back to the group. They cat called and whistled as I shook my naked ass at them. When I finally turned, I was jacking my 8 inch erection. I was so turned on I couldn’t hold back and roped after rope of my cum spewed over the edge of the stage. When the cheering died down the instructor spoke up. “That’s exactly what we need. Who’s next.” One by one the other three strutted their stuff. The next two didn’t cum on stage. But gave pretty good performances overall. The last guy, Ted, had grabbed the costume for the show and slipped into it. His strip tease was flawless. When he was down to his jock strap, he jumped off the stage and dance seductively among us. On the third pass through the group, he started touching, an arm, a muscular chest, he kissed one guys neck and touched my semi hard cock. He never missed a beat of the music. As the recording was building to it’s climax Ted moved in on our instructor. The instructor reached out and started jerking Ted’s magnificent ten-inch pole. Just before the last note the instructor leaned forward taking Ted’s cock deep into his throat. We watched in awe as pulse after pulse of Ted’s ejaculation pumped down the throat of our instructor. He swallowed every drop. After a long moment of shear silence our clapping and cheering broke out. When this subsided, we were informed that was enough for tonight. Tomorrow we’d practice our performance for the last time before the show. The final practice went extremely well. Everyone was totally focused, and we only needed to polish two our three moves before reaching the big reveal. I knew the moment was coming soon and had growing concern as I realized I was sporting a semi. The moment came to release the final strap of my jock and out popped my semi. I quickly covered my privates with my hands. “Don’t do that,” the familiar voice of our instructor. “Full Monte, remember.” I dropped my hands and looked to see two of the other guys were also semi-hard. Our cocks looked amazing! On the night of the show, I was so funkin pumped! So were the others, especially Ted. The crowd went wild the moment we danced out on stage. Our timing and coordination came off extremely well and the energy from the crowed was electrifying. Our backs were turned to the crowd when the rip-pants flew off. They now had an unobstructed view of our naked asses and went wild with cheers and cat calls. In the moment before I was to turn around, I realized I was fully hard. My eight-inch cock was peaking over the waist band of my jock. There was no time to adjust so I spun around. On the way around I noticed Ted’s ten-inch monster had escaped out the side of his pouch. The one full minute of dancing until the full reveal felt like an eternity to me. Our hats were moved to cover our crotches, the last strap released, the jocks fell to the floor, and quickly our hats were flung into the screaming crowd. The flood lights from behind us that were meant to blind the audience which had always worked perfectly in rehearsal didn’t illuminate. Four totally naked, full-frontal nudity, handsome men, two with raging hard ons stood front and center on the well lit stage. We eventually looked at each other and started our bows. The crowd was on its feet and raising the roof. We kept taking more bows. Eventually Ted took hold of my hard cock and guided me off stage. The other two slipped off the other side. To shouts of “encore, encore” we went out for three more bows. At the after-party Ted and I were approached by a photographer. He brought us a round of tequila shots and complimented us on the show. We chatted for a bit and were given another round of shots before he proposed we pose for him and the ‘naked men’ coffee table book he was currently working on. A week later Ted and I arrived at the warehouse with the photographer’s living space and studio. He was generous with drinks from his well stocked bar. He showed us three or four sets of shots of guys for his project. They were all very handsome and sexy. The photos were of excellent quality and very artistic. The cocks were at varying stages of soft and hard, some full-on raging boners. There was no deception as far as what he was looking for from us. It was finally time to get out of our clothes and in front of the camara. Classical music played loudly and Ted stripped and went first. It was clear he was every bit and more the exhibitionist than me. By the time he got to his hard on shots I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I was already hard when I stripped for my turn. The photographer told me not to worry. He made me so at ease that a half hour later I had relaxed to a semi. As I’m a grower and not a shower so I was not disappointed he didn’t get any pics of my flaccid cock. We were encouraged to stay nude, and three more rounds of shots were served. “I’d love to photograph the two of you together. I loved the way you led him off stage pulling on his beautiful hard dick Ted. Might you be willing to get intimate in front of my camara. I’ll fully understand if I’m asking too much.” Ted didn’t hesitate; “Sounds fucking awesome man, I’m up for it.” I demurred and half chuckled, “Ummm …. I …. Um, I don’t know … you might need to ply me with more booze ….” The glasses were poured almost before I finished stuttering. Three more shots slid down my throat in quick succession. You need to know I had never been intimate with anyone before this moment. Small town firehalls are very homophobic, or at least they were back in the 1980’s. Long hours of work on the farm and with my studies, I’ve never been the sharpest pencil in the drawer, so had to study long and hard to satisfy my hard working conservative parents. And the AIDS epidemic! I had thought I might be gay. I loved being naked and seeing the other guys in the school showers. But even in my first year of college I had not allowed myself to do anything, even though there had been offers. Ted grabbing my dick on stage had been the first anyone else had ever touched my private organ. Ted leaned in and kissed me. My mouth responded eagerly and naturally. As he pulled away, he asked, “Is that OK? Might we continue?” “Can you guys do that again? Can I capture this on film?” I didn’t say a word, I quickly poured myself another shot, tipped it back, leaned in pulling Ted in for a passionate kiss and released any inhibitions that might have been clinging and holding me back. I was so swept up in Ted and my naked bodies exploring each other that I totally forgot about the rapped clicking of the camara. When Ted deep throated my hard cock, I immediately blasted my load deep down his throat. When he pulled off licking his lips I crumbled in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! I couldn’t control myself!” Ted reassured me, “Fuck man, that was fucking amazing! You have nothing to apologize for.” “He’s right, that was amazing. And I’m certain I got great shots. So fucking hot guys, so fucking hot. Don’t stop there, please continue.” It felt a little awkward for a few minutes but soon Ted had captivated me with his passionate love making skills. We moved to a king-size bed and my body was being worshiped with tender passionate kisses. Soon I was on my back with my legs in the air and Ted was giving me my first glorious rimming. I couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. I was so turned on that this handsome butch man was willing to put his mouth on my ass. Soon his tongue was darting in and out of my hole and I blasted another load all over my belly and chest. Ted didn’t miss a beat lapping up the cum as he made his way up to kiss me on the mouth. I had tasted my cum before, just never on the lips of another human being. My head was spinning. “I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you?” Ted whispered in my ear I could already feel his mammoth cock tapping at my hole. When I didn’t respond Ted asked the photographer, “Do you have any condoms? I wasn’t expecting this and didn’t come prepared?” “Sure. But let me get some closeups of your naked cock teasing his hole first. Would that be OK?” They both looked at me and I meekly nodded. The photographer moved close, and the camera clicked away. Ted’s raw cock was being messaged against my wet hole and it felt amazing. I almost missed hearing the photographer suggesting; “Just push in the tip. This is too fucking hot. You’ll take the tip won’t you?” I meekly nodded. The pain of penetration was unbelievable, and I tried to push Ted’s monster out. He was clearly experienced with this response and far stronger than me. The photographer spoke; “I know it hurts now but give me a few moments to record this with pictures, the pain will subside. And it’s just the tip.” As closeup picks were clicked of my impaled hairy ass and grimacing face I noticed the pain was subsiding. I was further surprised to notice a strong thought forming in my mind; “I want more than the tip.” As if reading my mind the photographer spoke again; “Yes, go for it, let him in a bit further. These are amazing shots.” I looked into Ted’s questioning eyes, relaxed my ass and pushed further onto his raw cock. My mind was screaming at me, “He’s not wearing a condom, what the fuck are you doing.” But my body just kept sucking his huge tool in deeper and deeper. “Hold it there. I want to capture your pubes pressed against his ass. …. Great. Now pull out halfway so there is no question you are in him naked.” As Ted followed these instructions he spoke, clearly nervous; “Your ass feels amazing. It’s been so long since I was in an ass raw, I love this. … but I don’t know how long I can last. It feels so wrong, so fucking bad, and I love it.” “So do I … love it that is … just don’t cum in me. I need you to really fuck me before you pull out … I need to remember my first fuck as amazing.” “Give him what he wants!” from the photographer. Ted began to pound, and I pushed onto his raw tool with every bit of exuberance he was offering. Within a few strokes he was warning with ragged breath; “Fuck man, I’m so close!” “Don’t cum in me, … and don’t stop … this is amazing!” “Fuck … oh fuck!” He was flooding my ass. “Shit, did you just cum in my ass?” “I couldn’t help it. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” His deflating cock was still deep in my ass. “Let me get closups as you pull out. …. Great …. Can you push some cum out …. This is too rich not to photograph.” I followed the directions as I thought to myself, “I shouldn’t have allowed that, but fuck it feels great … all of it.” That’s when Ted dove to fletch out my hole. The camera kept clicking up to and including the moment Ted moved up dropping some of his cum from his mouth into mine. We moved into a deep embrace and kiss and got lost once again in each other. Before I could give it any thought his member had hardened and was sliding back into my now well lubricated hole. We fucked in a dozen different positions for the next hour. When I knew he was getting close I begged him to cum in me. Before we were done, he had pumped two more loads into me painting my gut walls. Ted and I chatted in the shower. I admitted how much I enjoyed the experience and how frighted I was until I heard him confess, he hadn’t fucked anyone raw in a long time. All the blood drained from his face. “Shit man, I’m sorry. I got carried away at a sex party last week. This hot guy I was making out with just wanted to put the tip in. My defenses were down. I left the party with four strangers loads dripping from my hole. FUCK, we should have used a condom!”

The First Time (Part 2) The older daddy glanced over at me and gave me a nod as I sat down, showing off his cock while stroking it. I am particularly fond of older men and he hit all the right marks - blue collar type, bald with a trimmed beard. He had a tank top on, with his jeans pulled down to his ankles, covering his work boots. I didn’t want to stare, so I glanced back to the main screen. My shyness slowly drained away as I started watching a kitted out leather top sliding his bare cock in and out of a bottom on his back with his legs up. I took a few quick hits of poppers before I slid my hand inside my pants, slowly stroking my cock inside my shorts. I noticed how relaxed everyone was, no one batting an eye at me, so I dared to get more comfortable and slid my shorts off around my sneakers, and placed them beside me on the couch. I pulled my jockstrap to the side, and started edging between popper hits, enjoying the atmosphere of the theater. The mid 30s guy seemed like he was controlling the movies, and went to change what was playing after the last porno ended with the bottom seeded. The younger guy left as well, and I started to wonder if I should head out soon, thinking no more action was coming. It was getting late, and I did have work on the morning. Before I got up to leave, the daddy to my left leaned over and introduced himself. “Hey, I’m Jim - nice to meet ya. Are you new here?” “Hey, I’m Josh, nice to meet you too. I have been here before, mostly just stick to the booths. But this is my first time in the theater. Kind of hot jerking off together.” “It is! You’re pretty cute too, enjoyed watching you take your hits. Hey, you’re cool, right?” he replied, reaching into his bag and pulling out a pipe and a torch. The second Daddy next to him did the same. “Oh go for it, I don’t care what you do.” I was a little taken back; I’ve never seen anyone smoke before, let alone in such a public place. I was transfixed though on watching him light it, let the white smoke form before he inhaled and let out a white cloud. The theater was small enough that after they both took a few hits, the room got a little hazey. The mid 30s guy came back, and a new film started - a bareback orgy, with 2 bottoms and 6 tops taking turns. He didn’t say anything about the smoke, so I guess they were only worried about offending the other younger guy. I took a big inhale of poppers, and as I went to set my bottle down, Jim asked if he could take a hit as well. Not wanting to be rude, I handed him the bottle instead. He took 2 big inhales before handing the bottle back with him adding, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be rude - do you want some of mine?” He reached out holding the pipe towards me, and for some reason, I made a split second decision to accept. I guess I didn’t want to be rude, either. Holding the pipe, he grabbed the torch and passed it to my other hand, before I nervously chimed in, “So.. I’ve never done it before. How do I do it?” Both Jim and the other Daddy chuckled, before offering to help. “Hold the pipe to your lips, here I’ll light the torch for you. Let the clouds fill up and when I say, go for an inhale.” He rotated the torch around the bulb, and within a few seconds, gave me a command to inhale. I hesitated for a second, then exhaled before inhaling as much as I could. I held it for a few seconds, before releasing my first cloud over my body. Wow. I immediately felt the body high, and felt a rush of horniness hit me. I started stroking again automatically, passing the pipe back to him. “Wow, that is really good stuff. Thanks for sharing.” He replied no problem at all, and gave me a wink before turning his attention back to the screen. I glanced over at his tank top, admiring his chest hair and slight belly, then down to his thick cock and balls. The dual moans of the bottoms on screen caught my fixation, both were side by side on a bed getting fucked, while two other tops laid back, filling their mouths full, up and down with each thrust. I could barely look away from the screen, and felt like I lost track of time before the click of the torch went off again. Fuck. Glancing over to Jim, I suddenly felt more turned on watching him smoke than the action on the screen. He noticed me looking intently at him as he took an inhale, and motioned me to come closer with his finger. I didn’t know what he wanted exactly, but I just reacted to his order. As I leaned in, he softly planted his lips on mine, and exhaled the smoke directly into my lungs. As soon as I realized what was happening, I I inhaled as much as I could before he pulled away. I slowly let the clouds out before he clicked the torch again, holding the pipe up to me, inviting me to take another. My brain just shut off, as I started to think less and just react. Once I placed my lips on the pipe, he again torched it for me, and let me know when to inhale. This time, I was able to double my initial hit as clouds billowed out of my mouth and nostrils. I sat back and let out a soft moan as I took in the body high. “Good boy” is all he said as we leaned back and started jerking off in tandem to the video. He reached his hand over, exploring my leg before sliding his hand under my shirt, finding my nipples and settling on giving them some light twists and pinches, which just made me moan even more. I couldn’t help myself either, and reached out to his hairy muscled thigh, before reaching down to play with his big balls as he stroked. He motioned for me to lose the shirt, and again, without thinking, happily obliged. I was down to just my sneakers and a jockstrap, in the most public showing I’ve ever done, and I just didn’t care. I was horny, and following his orders was too pleasurable to pass up. The door to the theater opened, and Jim and his friend quickly hid his pipe, until he glanced and locked eyes with our new company, and gave him a smile and a nod. He seemed like they knew each other from the short exchange. He seemed a bit older than me, in his 30s, Spanish with a mustache. He found his way to the love seat, and almost immediately dropped his pants to show off his thick, 7” uncut cock. I felt myself staring again, but the Tina was making not care so much. We locked eyes, and he gave me a motion to come over, pointing to the floor as he stretched his foreskin up and down. Finally, I thought, I can get what I came here for.

been jacking off a lot recently thinking about a cum hungry bottom that just loves lying there as i pump hiv inside his guts

Well it was as fun as I’d hoped. Feel so much better than covered. Helped that the top seriously knew what he was doing!

Long Time Cumming Part 2 This is how my first night being with Danny went, bliss and being filled with his hot, special, cum loads. Of course Danny came in me one more time before I left the next day. I was a cummy mess. By the time I got home the next day, I was leaking and had to quickly move into my house and a shower. I fell asleep for the rest of the weekend, thinking about being fucked by Danny and what that meant for me. I know there are great times ahead and I thought about those as I dozed off. Part 2: Surprise Weekend It didn't take long for Danny and I to arrange our next weekend together. To date, I had no affects from Danny cumming in me several times, as we had suspected. So, we set a weekend that I would stay the night again and enjoy the sexual chemistry we had built up. In the weeks prior to us getting together again, Danny and I had talked about several things, now that him fucking me was a reality in our lives. As the weekend was quickly arriving, and our conversations growing even hotter, Danny sprung something on me. Danny emailed me and said: "Tim, I am so excited for you to come back and let me have my way with you. My cock gets immediately hard remembering our last time together. I do want you to know, that I have a surprise for you this weekend and I think you are going to love it". Just reading his email my stomach started to get butterflies and my cock got hard. Danny and I have talked about so many things I wondered what it must be, but I couldn't wait to find out. I wrote him back and said I was looking forward to "any" surprise he wanted to give me. All he emailed back was "good" and hurry up in getting there. Friday afternoon when I started heading out, I text Danny to let him know. The only thing I got back from Danny was the picture of his cock leaking precum. I couldn't get there fast enough. When I got to Danny's house, I quickly headed for the door. Without knocking, Danny was there to greet me, this time there was no jock in the way, he was standing there wearing just a t-shirt, his cock hard and leaking. Danny pulled me in to him and kissed me, his hands when under my shorts and grabbed my ass cheeks, fingers right into my crack. "Take your shorts off Tim", Danny said after breaking off our kiss and shutting the door. I dropped my shorts and revealed I was not wearing anything. Danny used his hands to turn me around and smacked my ass cheek. I immediately felt Danny's fingers going down my ass crack and finding my hole. I then felt Danny spit into my ass crack and use that to insert his finger. There was a slight burning sensation, but also there was so much pleasure. "Tim, get on my bed and show me your hole", Danny said. I didn't waste anytime in complying with Danny's request. Upon entering Danny's bedroom I stripped naked and got up on his bed, on all fours, cock now hard and hanging down. I heard Danny enter the bedroom, "you look incredible Tim, thank you". Danny walked around to the side of the bed so I could see him. Here stood this man, rock hard cock that was leaking. Nice balls framed by a black cock ring. He took that hard cock in his hand, got closer to the bed, and said, "suck my aching cock". I quickly took his cock in my mouth. I was on all fours with my head turned to the side, feasting on his leaky cock. Danny's left hand started to rub my back and eventually make it's way down my back, lower back, and roaming over my ass. his finger found my tight hole and rubbed all over it. Danny said, "mmmm...nice tight hole, I love your ass Tim". His hand left my butt and I heard some wet noises being made with this mouth and then felt his fingers on my hole again, but this time they were incredible wet with his spit. His finger was circling my hole, making it slick. I was moaning on his cock and when he finally inserted a finger in my ass I let out a long deep moan. Finally, I was being penetrated again, as I have needed for so long. I started squirming while being finger fucked. "You like that baby?" he asked. "I think you need my cock and load in you Tim." Danny pulled his finger from my ass, and cock from my mouth. He then fed me his finger that had been in my ass. I was devouring it. My cock was now leaking on his bed. Danny continued, "that's it baby. Put your face down and ass up, I need to breed you again before your surprise". oh fuck! I had forgotten about any 'surprise', I was only focused on getting this man back in my ass. When I had assumed the position for Danny, I felt him get on the bed behind me and lay his cock right against my hole. "so fucking hot Tim. I am going to milk some precum out for your hole". Danny's motion of his cock around my hole became easier and easier with each gob of precum. Danny stopped the motion and put his cock head right at my tight hole, "are you ready Tim?" Without waiting for a response Danny started pushing his cock into me. He moved his hands to my waist and stayed like that, cock head in me, for roughly ten seconds. He let me adjust to his cock and then started pushing, slowly, all the way in to my ass. "Fuck Tim, damn. The heat of you ass is amazing. I want to stay just like this for a minute, letting your tight ass milk my cock." I knew my cock was drooling precum now, this was the perfect position for this, he knew I loved it. "ok baby, it is time to fuck you good". Danny saiid while he slowly pulled his cock out and then slid it back in, balls deep. I knew he was really loving my ass now. His hands were gripping my waist tightly, making sure he got all of his hard cock deep into me with each thrust. With my head on his pillow, eyes closed, I said, "please breed me baby". "Tim, you are going to get all of my cum, deep in your hole. are you ready? fuck yes. I want you to feel my cum spraying your insides". With each dirty comment I knew Danny was getting closer. I started pushing back to meet his thrusts! "give me what I need baby", I said in a deep moan "fuuuuuuck, take my cum baby", Danny said and pushed deep into my ass. I felt it then, my insides accepting his hot load. He pulled out for one last shot on my exposed hole. He started rubbing his oozing cock head around my hole, seemingly gathering up his cum, and then shoved it all back in me. "That's it baby, take my hot cum deep in you". with that last comment, I unloaded on Danny's bed, spraying jet after jet of hot cum from my hanging cock. "yes baby, let go of that neg cum load for me", he whispered to me. Danny then started pushing me down on the bed, on my stomach, letting his softening cock release from my ass. When I was now completely spent, laying in my own pool of cum, Danny got on the bed next to me, playing in my ass with his fingers. "Are you ready for your surprise Tim?". Danny asked in a calming voice. "yes baby, please. I am ready". Danny leaned in close to my ear, "I am going out to greet a friend of mine, he should be here any moment. I want you to prop up your ass, keep your eyes closed, and get ready for his cock". "really Danny? really?" "Yes Tim, you asked for it and I have arranged for a friend to fuck you full of his cock and cum. I told him you would be already fucked and waiting to give your ass to him, no questions asked. Are you still ready?" Danny asked. I just softly mumbled, "is he poz?" Danny waited a minute, then said, "I don't know, I didn't ask. I just offered your ass to him". Then he got off the bed, and I heard him putting some clothes on. Just as he was finished getting dressed, I heard a knock at his door. My heart was pounding as Danny left, "be right back", was all he said. I had all kinds of thought running through my head. My ass started gently grinding my cock into the wet mess under me. I started thinking about an anonymous cock penetrating me, not knowing the man or his status. I started getting aroused. I heard some soft talking in the front room, which kept me on the edge with anticipation. My hips were slightly moving and I could start to feel Danny's cum load leak out of me, a little bit dripping out here and there. I kept my head down and up on my knees so my freshly fucked hole was exposed. Then I heard foot steps down the hallway, and these were shoes or boots, not Danny's bare feet. Whomever this man was, he stopped inside of the room, near the foot of the bed. I was hyper sensitive at this moment, not sure what to expect next, but I didn't have to wait long. I felt him run his fingers down my left ass check, down my leg, and then back up to brush my balls and over my ass cheek again. "damn", is all he said in more of a whisper. Then I felt his fingers again, run up over my balls and into Danny's cum that leaked out of me. His fingers seemed to be collecting Danny's cum and then he insert it back into me. Then he withdrew his hand, as he seemed to move up next to the bed. I felt his cummy fingers touch my lips. "suck my fingers clean, boy". I immediately opened my mouth and started cleaning his fingers, all the while I kept my eyes closed. He whispered to me, "that little man can really cum a lot". He withdrew his fingers and moved back behind me, seemed to be standing quietly, then I heard him unzip his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Then I felt his smooth, but bigger, hands grab both of my hips and pull me towards the edge of the bed. That is when I felt it, his cock head tough my ass cheek, which I am sure I felt precum on me now. H seemed to gab his cock and then I felt his cock head on my hole. "are you ready boy?" "yes sir", is all I said. I then felt him pushing into me, opening up my used hole. he was using Danny's cum as lube, which was incredible hot. My dick started to respond right away, stiffening in the same hanging position. This man kept pushing his cock into me, not fast, but steady pace, singing inch after inch into me. His cock wasn't terribly thick, so he fit very nicely, but he must have been long because his cock continued to be pushed into me. Almost when I felt he was penetrating my gut, I finally felt his pubes on my ass. "do you like my cock boy?", he said. "I hope so because I need to fuck you until I cum". He started pulling all the way out finally exited my exposed hole. I could feel the open air where his cock had just been. Then he lined up and slid home all the way, making me moan louder with every inch. This started happening faster and faster. This man was really fucking me good, steady long strokes in and out. I was moaning louder and louder.Then this man settled his long cock deep in me and just sat there. I used this time to catch my breath and it was then that I felt another presence, another hand on my lower back. then I heard Danny's voice in my ear. Danny asked, "do you like his cock baby?". "oh fuck yes", I replied. "good. I know he needs to fuck you more, but I wanted to get a couple shots of you taking his anonymous cock. is that ok?" Danny asked. "yes sir, please". I then felt Danny move away from me and the mystery man pulled his cock out of me and started the routine again. He would pause with his cock almost all the way out of me and I saw some flashes. Danny would occasionally say something like "fucking hot" or "sexy". After a few of these I felt Danny pat my ass cheek and said to the stranger, "breed him". The man picked up his pace and started really fucking my ass with all he had. His cock seemed to be getting thicker now, as I am sure he was started to near his orgasm. I truly did not know the status of this man. he could have been neg, poz, undetectable, but at this moment I didn't care, I just wanted his cum load inside of me. "don't stop fucking me" I yelled. "you are going to get my hot load boy, get ready", the man said. This stranger had both hands on my hips and his long cock sliding in and out of my used wet hole. we were both loving it. "Get ready boy, I am getting close". "please cum in me, please", I moaned. "fuck yes boy, here it comes....take my load". He shoved deep in me and I felt him get thicker and then my ass was flooded with his hot cum. He was shaking as he pumped his cum deep into me, I could feel his legs shake. He started grinding his cock into me to make sure I got all of his load. After a few minutes I felt him slowly pull his semi hard cock out of me and when he finally fell out, he pushed me forward on to Danny's bed. "Thanks boy, I needed that. You have a sweet, tight, ass. I hope to get in there again soon". This almost made me smile, I hoped so too. I head him pull his pants up and fastened them. "don't move until Danny tells you too. bye son". and he left the room. I heard more talking as my panting was slowing and then the door opened and closed. In a minute I heard someone coming down the hall and entering the room. no shoes, it had to be Danny. Danny ran his hands over my ass and said, "baby you can open your eyes and please get on your back". I opened my eyes and rolled over onto my back. This is when I saw Danny's cock, very hard and wanting back in me. Danny got on the bed and pushed my legs wide and lifted them onto his shoulders. "I need to cum in you so bad, fuck that was hot". I felt him line up his swollen cock and slide into me, all the way. Here I was taking his cock again, right after his friend fucked me. I was so turned on and my cock was now hard once again, not having cum with the previous man. My hand went to my cock to help stroke another load of mine out. Danny was picking up his pace, shoving his cock deep in me and pulling out almost all the way, over and over. I looked up at him, "I need your cum baby, please seed me again". "yes baby boy, I am going to cum deep in you", he said. He was fucking me faster and faster, and I was jacking my cock harder and harder. I know we were leading to a great orgasm for us both. Then one final shove, deep, Danny moaned that he was filling me up again. "Yes baby, fuck me, knock me up" I yelled as I started to cum! Both of our orgasms slowed and Danny slowly crawled in on top of me and kissed me. Our breathing was almost back to normal now and we were just enjoying the closeness. Danny looked at me, "did you enjoy your evening, and our friend?". I looked at Danny, kissed him, and said, "I loved it! Thank you so much". My weekend surprise was incredible, I can't wait for the next visit. to be continued...

I wish I could find a place near me to try being stuck in a wall with my boipussy wide open like the czechfantasy vids like a gloryhole but I’m completely stuck bent over or held open until I’m untied when they’re all satisfied

Ok it’s finally happening. Have decided to finally throw caution to the wind and I’m going to take my first bare cock as a bottom tonight (or really this morning I guess). Met him on Sniffies. Great pics, good chat and no pressure. He’s on his way to my hotel room near Toronto Pearson airport. Honestly I can’t wait. Genuinely tingling with excitement. Will of course update you all!

The music is loud… some techno shit… not good not bad… I try to look like I belong in this place… I do not know the language but who cares… I am not here for the talking. In fact the more anonymous the better… I am a traveler. I am staying in this city for three nights and I intend to make the best of it… The moment I arrived I went to the hotel, jumped in the shower, cleaned inside- out, wore my worn out fuck jeans, no under wear, took my poppers in hand… and here I am in a bar at the center of the gay neighbourhood drinking my beer and gathering my strength to go downstairs where I know is the darkroom… I am not invisible… I am tall 6.3 black hair, moustache, with the confidence of an Alpha Top … Well I used to .. in my old days… Alas… not any more… now I know what I am … I am a cumdump… the men who like to breed a real man cunt, sure they have a good time with me… but again some not… no big deal… that’s is life… and I am OK with it… I usually smile, I say “I do not fuck… I like to get fucked and I only do bareback…” And when I say it I smile so no hurt feelings… And most of the guys are Ok with that. So life goes on… And the path of my life brought me here in this seedy leather bar. I see people look at me try to figure out what is the story behind my Mediterranean poker face… But none approaches and I approach no one either. Second beer… The bartender takes the tip with the smile. Europeans do not tip bartenders. “The fun is downstairs” he said in English. “I know” was my answer. No more talk… I went back to my corner. A man around his 50’s was standing opposite of me. Tall maybe a bit taller than me… Beard… Stocky… Nordic… In leather. Intense eyes. He is drinking his beer slowly. Looking at me… I took the challenge and I returned back the glance with the same intensity. His eyes showed nothing. He was good… A silent hunter. That is OK with me… I can wait… I won’t make the first move. If there is any kind of invitation it has to be from his part. That is the rules of the game. And I was right. He approaches me first. “Boy I need to piss… come downstairs… Now!!!” Yeap, he read me right. I followed him downstairs… he took a turn right to one of the booths… waited in the open door. I came closer. He kissed me… He knew how to kiss… Not soft not hard, but with dominance… I felt the taste of the beer. He took my hand and put it at his open fly… Damn… uncut and thick … the way I like it… Not soft but not hard either… He didn’t touch my cock at all… put his hand under trying to find my hole… He found the target easily…. “I’d love to piss in your hole…” “Go for it…” was my answer…. “Let’s find the sling”… We went thru the dark corridors… Men in the basement were walking back and forth from one wall to the other like ghosts… Hunting… for the next pray… for the next cock… for the next ass… I read their minds… They knew I was his… and with his walk in front of me he left no doubts … I was his… There was the sling… unoccupied… Didn’t take me long to take my trousers off… put it on the sling and lay on it… Took his lube… spread it around my hole then all over his thick tool… I was hard… but he stil hadn’t touch my cock.. I was not given permission to touch it either … Took my poppers out….. Nice buzz… He took his too… and then I felt his cockhead pressing my spinster… “Ready boy?” I loved the way he pushed it in… It hurt a bit but it was a nice kind of pain. My eyes locked in his… “Here it comes…” he said and then I felt it… Warm piss in my hole… And his eyes still there locked in mine. And yes a slight smile. There was another buzz … Damn chem piss…. My favourite kind…. “I love chem piss… “ I heard my self whispering while he still kept steel in my ass… “You like slamming boy?” he asked. “I love slamming Sir, but I cannot handle the needle myself… “ I said… “Good… I love slamming my boys…. Do you want to be my boy for tonight BOY?” How sweet of him… he was still pissing in my ass and slowly started to slide his thick cock inside my sloppy ass… He looked like he cared.. “Yes, Sir.... I can be anything you want me to be…” was all I said. And I meant it. “Do you want to be my slam whore for tonight boy?” So strange hearing a man calling me “Boy”… and somehow I felt a kind of peace in me… “Yes, Sir! I trust you…” He started fucking me faster… “You like my dick?” he asked. “Love your dick Sir” I answered back and I meant it. “Do you like my piss in you?” soft voice… taunting me.. teasing me… “Yes, Sir although I make a mess”… “No worries… we are not done yet… I will deliver the deed first... and then some more… we are not in a hurry… Are you in a hurry?” he was fucking me slowly… but not in the way to breed… just the way to feel my wetness inside me… and take the pleasure I was giving him… “No Sir, I am not in a hurry… I am your boy for tonight…” He smiled… nice teeth…. I liked that he was not afraid to smile… Most Tops don’t smile… I guess part of the mask… I don’t complain. I wear my masks as well… but this time I was Ok… I felt safe being a cumdump in a sleazy bar offering my ass to a complete stranger, talking English in an equal heavy accent as mine… And I meant it... I was his boy for tonight… That was clear in my mind… “You know what I want right now?” he asked again with his smooth whisper… “What?” “ A nice slam!” “Here?” “Yessssss while I am fucking you… Do you trust me?” My logic said no… but fuck logic… I took another big sniff from the poppers and instead of an answered I offered him my arm… “Good boy… “ was all he said… From one of his pockets he took one point… without taking his cock off from my ass he found the vein and I felt a small prick… He was good… I knew I was in good hands… I saw how he registered the point, the slight draw back of the blood entering the needle and then he pushed it all in… “There you go boy… fly away…” I heard my self coughing a bit… and then the buzz came like a wave… an electric wave … like flying… I felt like a leaf… ready to surrender on the wind… yes I was moving but it was the motions of the fucking… “Yes… be my slam whore”…. And the fucking became more intense…. He started to speak in his own language… Norwegian maybe? I didn’t care… I was lost in space… I felt poppers in my nostrils… He ordered me to breathe… And then he took four big snorts… The real fucking started…. He was close… “Look at me whore” he demanded… I looked at him … he was so beautiful… and like an invisible mirror I saw I was beautiful in his eyes, as well… I was where I was born to be… In a sleazy bar getting fucked and slammed by a stranger…. “Ready for my poz load, Boy? Beg for my Poz load…. “ “Give me your Poz load” I said. “Louder!!!!” He screamed… “GIVE ME YOUR POZ LOAD” I heard my voice screaming… That was all he wanted to hear…. And he gave it to me… With a bark … Like a wolf… like a tortured demon, he unleased in full force his seed deep in me… The noise of the sling was our only music... and then there was nothing else but our breaths… the ship finally came to port after a fight with the storm… I felt his hands on my lips… I sucked his fingers… tasted his cum and piss and my ass juice… nice… then I felt his hand on my hair… gentle touch… so unexpected... so out of place... so right... “Thank you” he said… “Thank you “ I answered back… “Let’s get some water… We are not done yet… “ Then I knew he was a man of his words… I was his Boy for the night… And the night was not done yet…

It's bike week here in Myrtle Beach SC and got on sniffies.com and found a guy at a local bar. He asked if i ride and told me to meet him and we will go for a ride to his motel. I got ready and jumped on my bike and when I got there it was packed with motorcycles. I texted him and told him where I was and wearing. I sat on my bike and saw two big guys with long beards wearing leather vests over long sleeve shirts and chaps over jeans come over to me. One said sniffies? I said yup. They walked up to me and introduced themselves and asked want to ride? I said yes let's got. So they walked to their bikes and I started mine and followed them. We rode for about 30 minutes to there motel. I bit of a rundown place. We got off our bikes and walked to their room. The room was a mess with clothes and bottles and one of them handed me beer as they grab some for themselves. We talked a little as we drank. They asked get comfortable as I took off my coat and sat on the edge of the bed drinking my beer. They were talking to each other and started to strip down. I took that signal and started to take my clothes off. I could smell the leather and the beer and was a bit of a turn on. These guys were hairy and big as fuck! Not too big of belly's looking like lumberjacks. One came up to me and grabbed my head and started to kiss me. He grabbed my cock hard as hell as he was kissing then pushed me down on the bed and climbed to my head sat on my chest and shoved his big ass cock in my mouth. I sucked him fast as he moved over my face and tried to facefuck me. I felt the other guy lift my leggs and pushed a finger in my hole. After a while I got pulled over and felt hands grabbing my hips and pulled so my ass was up. I felt a tongue go deep in my hole then a few hard bites to my ass as i jerked from the sting. They were talking and felt something cold smeared on my hole. Then all of a sudden felt one of their cocks at my hole as it was pushed in hard. It stung as I wasn't ready for the size. I almost screamed as it was going in and had a hand over my mouth from the other guy as the cock slowly went in and he paused for a moment as it started to feel good. He slowly pumped and got to a faster pace. I heard the other guy say come on fuck that hole and then the pace got faster. I definitely was moaning loud as I heard someone say gag him before everyone hears. In no time I had a bandana wrapped around my mouth and my arms were held down and tight as then pounding was even harder. This guy was sweating so much I could feel my back getting drip on. He pumped hard and fast till I heard him growl and felt him stop as I got his load. He pulled out and slap my ass. He said to the other All lubed up as he laughed. I felt hands on my waist and this cock was not so wide it slipped in. He was a bit more aggressive as his cock was in deep he grabbed my neck and squeezed hard as he was pumping hard and harder. At a point I couldn't breathe and wiggled to move so I could breathe. He then squeeze so hard as he pumped harder i was about to freak. The weird thing i blew a load from the rush! Then I heard him growl loud and fell on my back as he slowly pumped as his load was filling me. He got off of me and got up. I just laid there getting my breath back. I looked over and they were sitting on the couch talking. I was so exhausted I just laid there. After a few minutes I was going to get up and they said stay there. I saw one stroking and he got up and came over push me up on the bed laid his heavy body on me and I felt his rock hard cock slide in again. He kicked my leggs wide and pushed deep. Lasted a only a few minutes and blew another load. I got flipped over and he grabbed my cock and said I guess you liked it. Your all sticky. He licked my cock and swallowed my cock as a finger or two went in my hole. He hit my spot with his fingers and I got hard and blew a load in his mouth. He walked away and said thanks for coming we definitely want to see you again before we leave. One gave me his number. I got my clothes thrown to me. I got dressed and left. I definitely going back..

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 10 Installment number Ten of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me after his convention for the much more vanilla style sex he prefers. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but Friday morning, emergencies hit him and Lou the local candy-man, leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me – progressing to that night when a storm and blackout led to a bathhouse style house party at the guesthouse, with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran and his surprisingly chem friendly hubby Charlie; the Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar; an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – from Philly; some hot leather dudes; older daddies; a hot Saudi jock type, and of course Lou and Vice. Chapter 8 and 9 recount the str8 boi finally giving up his hole incredibly! This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that soggy Saturday morning with the guesthouse doors soon to be opened and Vice, Lou and I relaxing and cooling down. Once again, apologies for the delay. SATURDAY DAWNS – STILL SOGGY STILL SEXY Vice was popping grapes and having a bit of Yogurt around 5:30AM when he looked at me, and with all sincerity asked, “So, Daddy J, is EVERY weekend like this for you?” Lou couldn’t even control his laughter as I sputtered, “sadly no, Vice, even I cannot claim to have a weekend like THIS very often at all.” We laughed and I added “and hell, it’s still not even dawn on Saturday morning!!” After a few more grapes and some more drinks for each of us we all fell into one of those comfortable “fugue” states that can happen when taking a break in a marathon party weekend. Vaguely still stroking cock, nips or holes and drifting in almost a hypnotic state, next thing we knew it was just after 8AM. A loud noise out in the hallway seemed to rouse us all, and we all began to stir ourselves and stretch out. The view out the window showed lots of puddles everywhere along with downed branches and other wrack from the storm the night before. “Well, that sure was one stormy night,” I quipped. “You boys have as much fun as it seems you did?” “Hell yeah,” replied Lou while Vice jiggled his eyebrows at both of us smirking “No regrets, J-daddy, NO regrets.” Excellent, so THAT was out of the way, and all was not only well, all was awesome seeing the stud still so enthusiastic. “Anyone have any idea what Jimmy’s surprise is for this evening?” Vice did not, but then he’d only met Jimmy on Thursday afternoon, but Lou answered that he had a few clues but was due to hear more details later today himself. “What are your plans until then J-Man?” Lou asked. “Eating sounds good,” I began. “And frankly, I’m going to come back here after breakfast and take half a sleeping pill and get some actual sleep before I start the chemical bacchanalia back up. Later this afternoon if the sun comes out, I’ll probably go out to the dunes and get some sun and fuck around out there a bit, it’s been years… oh, and I need to go to the leather store for a few things as well. How does Café Heaven sound to you boys?” Café Heaven was by far the closest breakfast spot and one of my favorites. “Won’t the line be hellacious?” asked Lou. “Not if we find 2 more guys to eat with us,” I replied. “They have a table that fits five and only five people that they won’t give away to a group of a different size. If we shower and get over there by 9 we will likely be able to get that table. My treat by the way…” We started to move with a bit more alacrity – a few pipe puffs admittedly helped – and checked with one of the houseboys (Noah) who was out in the hall cleaning and tidying after the orgy just hours before to see if we were still clear to use their group shower room. When told “yes of course” we bundled up our kits and headed down the back stairs with just towels around our waists. We were greeted with enthusiasm by Lorenzo and a moment or two later by Miles and Zar the manager who had just entered from the laundry area with a big load of towels and sheets. Some good-natured ass-grabbing and cock-tugging ensued before we were released to shower, shave and all the rest, including each of us using the shower shots and was gratified that Vice was the first to insist we all use them to be “ready for anything”. As we were toweling off and drying our hair, we mentioned going for Breakfast, and we got our additional two guys – Zar and Miles – to join us. The other staff would finish the cleanup and other duties as these two would be taking most of the evening shift that night. Telling the guys it was time for me to call my Hubby, I left them all joking and chatting, and getting back to my room, dialed my husband’s hotel and asked for his room (no, he didn’t have a cell phone – it was 2006, and he hated them, didn’t get one until 2017. Seriously.) We chatted a bit, and I asked how the “Evening of Entertainment” was at his Convention the night before - “tragic” he responded with a chuckle, and he filled me in on a fascinating seminar the day before and which topics he was scheduled for later in the day. I was telling him about how wild the night before got with the blackout, and with Father Frank (swearing him to secrecy) and was just getting to Vice deciding to get fucked, when the boys returned. My description made Vice blush a bit, but I noticed the tent making itself known in Vice’s towel. Though most of the evening wasn’t my husband’s kind of scene, THAT portion was very hot to him he informed me. Again, promising him that I would both eat and sleep we said “I love you” to each other and ended our call. The guys were both shaking their heads. “Vice my man,” Lou began, “just how often would that conversation happen with any CHICK whose guy just had sex with a ton of other people?” Vice laughed, responding “like NEVER… can you imagine the world of abuse you’d take for that?” “Nice to know there’s an alternative, yo, right?” Lou offered while Vice smirked and nodded. Grabbing something from one of my drawers I addressed Vice. “Here” I said as he caught it easily, “put a little of this on your hole now and a couple of times today, it should keep you from getting sore.” He looked at the tube while spreading some on his bud with a finger. “Anal Eeez? That’s wickie wild man, you guys think of everything – well sex-related everything, don’tcha?” We all got dressed, with Vice pocketing the tube, and although we packed up all their stuff, including Lou’s supply box, we locked it in the closet for them to retrieve after breakfast, and headed downstairs where we collected Miles and Zar and headed out to eat. We arrived and saw a line already, but after a minute, the door opened and Deborah the owner (a former Broadway dancer with lots of friends in common) saw me, gave me a hug and kiss and asked me how many. “Five” I smirked. “Come right this way gentlemen,” as she ushered us in ahead of lots of 2-tops and 4-tops who were waiting in line for the next table that size, and were shocked that our group was heading right in. “Brilliant,” Lou whispered to me, “I have to remember to only bring 5.” It turned out to be a very fun breakfast – Lou and Zar catching up and telling stories from when they were in High School together; Vice excitedly – but quietly – telling how amazing everything the night before was especially getting fucked, while even Miles turned out to be a lot of fun. There was a wicked sense of humor on this farm-boy from Kentucky, and he just could not get over the fact that despite my being from a 4th generation New York City family, I actually loved Country Music and even sang some once on the stage of the Grand Ole Opry with Phil Campbell’s band... He was also a baseball fan too – Cincinnati Reds – and boy did he freak when I let him know that I’d been to Opening Day at Riverfront Stadium three times due to my appearing at theatres in Cinci and Dayton in late winter and early spring three years in a row. Lou, Vice and I knew we’d still be pnplaying later and ate accordingly. Lots of Yogurt and Granola and Oatmeal and such, although I couldn’t resist a plate of Heaven’s famous fried potatoes, so peppery and so good. With everything else I’d had in the past 36 hours; I needed breakfast to be both digestive and party friendly - I hoped the one indulgence wouldn’t become an issue (it didn’t). We were back at the guesthouse by 10am. Jimmy had texted that he would meet Lou, Vice and me at “After Tea” Tea Dance at 6:00 and he’d go to the leather store with us after that. After setting up meeting at 6, at the Crown & Anchor, Vice and Lou shlepped all their stuff out in the bags they brought last night and headed back to Lou’s to similarly crash and get some sleep. Zar helped them carry some stuff, leaving Miles in my room looking at me speculatively. “Yes…?” I drawled out in my lowest register. “I ain’t gonna to be able to fall asleep ‘less I jizz one more wadd,” Miles told me, then gave me the big boo-boo eyes and asked “so do you wanna’ fuck around some while we tire out a bit more? I know you need to sleep, so just more of a quickie?” I chuckled, nodded and we started stripping. I pulled out a pipe and torch and he began to talk again. “Ya know, s’ really rad meeting a dude who likes the same music and sports and shit I do. Most gayboys don’t like ‘em… and you don’t even care whether you bottom or top more and are down with both…” I nodded as he continued, “That’s the way I wanna’ be too, I hate being stuffed into a box I don’t fit into…” “In professional theater, we call that ‘Type Casting’ and it happens to me all the time, more when I was your age. And that goes for sex too – all the way up to the present day; looking like I do? Party guys think I’d never be into it…” I paused to pull a big hit from my waterpipe, grabbed him by the neck, blew a shotgun into his mouth, and handed torch and bong over to him, then continued; “I’ll admit it sucks sometimes, but don’t let it get to you – just strike out and be yourself. Damn, kid, you are nice enough and hot enough that you’ll be able to stick to your own course if you want.” He nodded as he inhaled the glass cock then pulled my neck to him and shot-gunned me as aggressively as I had just done to him. I winked at him as I exhaled and said “I’ve got a prediction here – I guarantee you after last night’s performance, NO ONE around here is going to typecast you as a twink bottom…” He grinned hugely at that. “Getting typecast as a redneck TOP, now that might happen from now on…” “Oh yeah? Well, then…” at that the little ginger hottie pushed me onto the bed on my back and pulled up my legs, his hard cock ready for entrance. “Hey country-boy! Some lube? Yeah, I’m pretty open but currently dry down there…” He smirked and dropped to his knees alongside the bed and dove face first into my hairy hole. Unfortunately, it was too good to last. Not two minutes after we started there was a commotion out in the hallway and we heard someone knocking on the door of the room next to mine (Father Frank’s) and then my door, with Zar voice calling “Seth? Miles? I need you both, emergency.” “Damnation, what horseshit do they need from me right this minute?” Miles stood, and with the both of us fully naked, and hard, pulled open my door in annoyance and drawled, “you have the worst goddamn timing Zar…” Without blinking an eye at our condition, Zar bumped into the room and replied, “sorry guys, this really IS an emergency, one of the guests…” he was cut off by Seth busting in behind him whining “Now, what?” The disheveled and confused blond twink was trailed by a rumpled Father Frank looking utterly pleased with himself, Seth wearing a very skimpy purple bikini brief and Frank looking kind of studly in an old Bike jock strap. Zar closed the door behind them, then spying my bong and torch grabbed them, sparked the torch and once the vapor began to churn, took a large hit then sighed as he blew a major cloud into the room. “Sorry for not asking Daddy J, but I really needed that… thanks.” I put my hands up indicating it was no problem then indicated to him to pass it around once he started talking again. Everyone took a hit or two. “So last night, during the blackout one of the guests stumbled on the stairs once the emergency lighting started fading. It hurt, but not really badly, he thought, so he continued playing for a bit, then went to bed after popping a couple of PM painkillers. When he woke up a little bit ago he was in agony, his ankle swollen to the size of a cantaloupe and angry red, black, blue and purple… and he can’t walk, AND he’s a single, no one with him.” “Provincetown Ambulance, or Outer Cape Health?” I queried. “Called ‘em both,” Zar replied. “The Ambulance Corp is swamped because of the storm last night, apparently there were lots of similar and worse injuries around town, and Outer Cape is understaffed today – the doctor can’t get in, and the tech for x-rays and stuff is one of the injuries from last night… so our guest Earl needs to get to Hyannis Hospital because I’ll be damned if that ankle isn’t broken.” “Shit, that sucks,” Miles muttered. Zar continued, “It does. Now Karl and I are going to drive him down to Hyannis, so I need you two on duty right now.” Looking at the condition the four of us were in he said, “I know I’m cutting into off-time for two of you and fun time for Daddy J and Father Frank, and I promise I’ll make it up to all of you somehow, but it’s Saturday morning, our busiest time for check-ins and outs for the entire week and Miles, you’re the only one who can take over the front desk for me, and Sethie, I need your magic down in the laundry to get all the sheets and towels we used up last night ready for the guests, especially the check-ins. I’m sorry, really.” “It’s totally understandable, man” I told him; “and it’s the right thing to do on your part, both as a human being AND as the on-site manager of this business. I’m sure these two young studs will find time for us ol’ geezers later in the weekend.” Father Frank nodded and mumbled his agreement. I started the bong going around again saying “why don’t you guys all take a hit or two to get your energy back up before you all run downstairs and have to get busy…” Zar whispered “Thanks, I owe you one…” in my ear, after he blew his cloud, the boys took their hits, nodded to each other and shot-gunned me and Frank. With a “bye daddies, why don’t you two take care of each other” indicating our hard cocks, the three of them slipped out my door and closed it behind them. Looking at my old buddy, whom I’d known for fifteen years but had only played with sexually for the first time only a few hours ago, I enjoyed the view of the compact little Episcopal Priest who looked like a Kirk Douglas clone and was sporting wood in that classic jock of his. I was still fully naked except for a leather snap cock ring around my dick and was just as hard as he was. “It’s not a bad suggestion, you know” I smirked at him, “we did say we’d continue this later.” “We did, didn’t we…” he mused, then added, “It still feels a little weird with you – old friend and my own age and all – but a few more clouds of this stuff and any hesitation will be gone.” I smiled as I held both torch and waterpipe for him to take a hit and was a bit surprised that he indicated a shotgun so I leaned down to him and touched lips as he shot the cloud into my mouth. Pleased, I set the computer to play porn again, added a few more rocks to the pipe and melted them. We proceeded to take a number of hits and shot-gunned each of them, with our lip contact getting more intense with each hit. Finally, I said it needed to cool down a bit, and taking one last huge lungful from the bong, I set both it and the lighter down and turned to Frank to share it. He pulled my head down to him and pressed his mouth much more intensely on mine this time. The shotgun turned into a pretty serious French Kiss, and that clergyman sure knew how to make out! After about 5 minutes of us sucking face, falling back on the bed, groping each others’ cocks, tweaking each other’s nips, squeezing each other’s butts and fingering each other’s holes, we pulled back for a breath, and all Frank said was “You’re right. Friends SHOULD fuck around. I think it’s your turn, right?” I smirked, and said “hell yes… oops, sorry HEAVENLY yes.” He snickered while I took a second to pull poppers and Max Impact back out, and then lit the torch while Frank laid back on the pillows. I took a rip, handed him the set, and knelt between his legs. Taking his hard cock in my mouth I let the cloud billow all over his cock and balls, while he did a pretty good job getting himself a good hit without burning my stuff! As he blew that cloud down toward my mouth, I took a few minutes to orally appreciate his nice hard cut tool – almost a twin for my own in size, cut and girth, and he was much shorter than me – his nice sack of balls and a quick couple of licks to his taint, before I pulled two pillows, one for behind my head and one for under my ass, and spread my legs for him, showing my hole. “Ready!” I stated. Frank got up on his knees and took one last long draw from the bong, put it down, and then copying me to a degree dove his face into my butt sticking his tongue in my hole and blowing that smoke slowly onto and into me. He then rimmed me spectacularly for a minute or two, and lubing my hole and his dick, slowly but steadily pushed into me. I moaned as he bottomed out and palmed the bottle of poppers to me, indicating both our noses. I really didn’t need them at the moment, but figured I’d go with his flow while he was topping – I took a small hit, then held them for him as he did big hits in both nostrils – this really set him going, and he started a nice hard grinding fuck with lots of hip action, and a good amount of nasty talk on his part. He might have been inexperienced as a bottom, but he was well-versed in topping. I responded to his excellent fuck with my own nasty responses to his sex chatter and worked my ass muscles on him for all I was worth. “Holy Toledo!” he growled, “whatever you are doing with your ass, it feels amazing.” “Just like what you’re doing with your cock man – see, age and experience can be a good thing…” He nodded then indicated the bong, I took a quick hit and then held it for him while he took a long, long drag. He leaned down after I put the pipe down and rammed his mouth onto mine, exhaling the hit and then attacking my tongue with his. While continuing to play tonsil-hockey he really pounded me with a rapid bunny fuck that had both of us moaning into the other, tearing at each other’s nips and sweating like pigs… After a nice long pounding, he ground to a stop, still fully inserted. We both took deep breaths, and he slowly withdrew, both of us falling backwards laughing and gasping for air. “Nice work, Padre, that was one for the ages,” I complimented. “Sure was… yowza, you can do wonders with that hole of yours,” “Not bad for a mostly Top, eh?” I asked. “Now, Let’s see if I learned anything from that – I can’t believe I am saying this, but I need you to fuck ME again,” replied a chagrined Father Frank. “Well, your prayers are about to be answered Frank” I shot back. I quickly got a small booty bump ready for him and shot it into his hole to work on releasing any inhibitions as we drank some Gatorade, changed the porn, wiped up a little bit with paper towels and took a few more hits on the bong. To distract him from the minor burn, I sat him on the edge of the bed as I frequently do with my bottoms, knelt on the floor on a pillow and proceeded to worship his hot hairy ass cheeks and manhole. I feasted on that sweet, clean, inexperienced butt going from kissing and sucking to deep tongue fucking and nipping until my old pal was groaning and grunting and finally begging me to “fuck me already!” Standing up at the side of the bed, he grabbed my hard cock with lube in his hand and slicked me up while I took the lube from him and made sure his almost virginal hole was good and wet and slippery. He took a hit of poppers in each nostril, then nodded, whispering “Slow, please”. Nodding back, I slowly pushed the head of my cock into him, pausing if he flinched until I was finally balls-deep in him. “There it is man, those are my balls bouncing on your cheeks,” I growled. “I can’t believe how good this feels… wish I had done this before.” “Dude, I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you in your cassock at your church. Always thought you were a hottie.” I gradually began thrusting into him and accelerating until I had us moving at a good fuck-speed. “Holy Cow that’s amazing,” he grunted. I must admit, I always found his use of non-obscene cusswords and expressions amusing but found them even more so in a sexual environment. Wanting to give him his money’s worth, I started varying my thrust speed and angle. It was easy enough for me to do, considering the discrepancy between our sizes and weights. I shortly had him taking it on his side, on his knees doggie style, then flat on his belly as I got up on the bed. Maneuvering us a bit, I popped out only for a minute while I got onto my back and had him ride me cowboy style. He seemed to like that a lot (many top guys learning to enjoy bottoming do, it gives you a sense of being more in control even if you are receiving…) and while he rode me he was able to grab the pipe and torch and had us exchange a few clouds more. After letting the hot priest ride me for a few more minutes, it was time. Telling him to hang on, I rolled the two of us, returning me to top position in a Missionary position fuck, and began a steady bunny fuck while twisting and tweaking his nips. His rock-hard cock was pulsing all by itself, and suddenly he started to shake a bit and shoot his load. “Holy Fuck!” he blasphemed, both of us a bit shocked by his outburst and both of us turned on by his hands-free orgasm. I started a breathless joyful laugh at that point and after a moment he joined in with chuckles of his own. “You aren’t going to shoot?” he asked as he finally caught his breath. “No,” I huffed, “seems I need a bit more time to recharge and frankly some sleep – hint, hint.” I made sure that I gave him a big grin, so he wasn’t too put off by my needing a break to sleep, and fortunately he took that in good graces. “Thanks for opening my eyes among other things,” he quipped as he grabbed his stuff and headed for the door. “I may need some further tutoring in the future…” “Any time…” I gasped. “Hey Frank? Need a sleeping pill?” he shook his head in the negative as he closed the door behind him. Setting an alarm for the late afternoon, I took one of my already halved sleep-aids and gulped it back with a full glass of water. Laying back on the bed, I closed my eyes, and with the night’s hot experiences replaying on my eyelids, after a few minutes I dropped off. SATURDAY EVENING: SEXUAL SHINANIGANS AND ANONYMOUS ANTICS I woke briefly around 4 and noticed it was raining outside again, so no dune action for me today! Grabbing my alarm, I reset it for 5:15 and barely got that done before I returned to dreamland for another 45 minutes. Hearing the alarm, I was glad I had done so since that meant I had given my body a good six hours of sleep. Turning the claxon off, I stretched some and tumbled out of bed, heading to my cooler for some yogurt and fruit. As I munched, I checked my flip-phone for messages (remember this was 2006) and seeing none, assembled my kit for a shower and clean-out. Grabbing a towel and pulling on shorts, I made my way down to the desk, still manned by Miles, to see if I could still use the houseboys’ facilities downstairs. Assured that it was still okay, I asked how Earl was and was told that he did have a broken ankle and that Zar and Karl were on their way back with him even as we spoke. Grateful for the continued use of the much larger and easier to use facilities, I headed down the back “Employees Only” stairs to the houseboy’s dorm. Giving a quick “Hello?” and getting no response, I headed to the showers and utilized the shower-shot before shaving and brushing my teeth and then a full shower, getting all the funk of the day off. It wasn’t until I was drying off that anyone came into the bunkroom at all. With a quick “hey daddy” Lorenzo was in and out without questioning anything, so I wrapped the towel, taking shorts and kit in hand and headed back up to my room. I arrived at After-Tea right at 6pm and looked around the dance floor at the Pied Piper. I spied Lou and Vice right off and headed their way. Just as I got to them, I felt a tug on the sleeve and there was Jimmy with a big grin on his face. “Hey guys,” he began, “I want you to meet my niece and her boyfriend, Cassie and Doug.” He indicated two college types trailing him, his niece being a diminutive white goth-type with black fishnets under a black mini, gauzy black blouse, red bandanna and lipstick and black lined eyes and brows. Her boyfriend on the other hand, was pretty preppy, quite the contrast. Taller than me, he must have been 6’2”, a bit hefty but with a nice bubble butt, dressed in a polo, cargo shorts, socks and slides - very white, cute face and big black rimmed glasses, with short dark hair combed to one side. Jimmy introduced us, and the niece looked like she was having a blast while the boyfriend looked a bit stunned at everything. Saying “let’s dance” Cassie pulled us all onto the dance floor, where there was so much of a crowd most of us could only sway (though as a professional dancer at the time, I got in some hot moves). After a bit, I dropped out of the group and leaned against the wall watching. Shortly thereafter, Doug joined me. “Wow, man” he said. “This town is really wild. Have you been here before?” “Many times,” I replied. “I even lived here for five summers a while back.” “And you were cool with all of this?” he asked. “You don’t seem like…” “Hold it,” I broke in, “if you mean all this homosexuality, you’d best know that I’m gay before you go on…” I kept smiling however, since he was still young. “Well, no, I mean, yeah, but…” I stopped him again. “So, all of this is new and a bit unexpected for you, I’m guessing?” I asked. He nodded, “Cassie just said she wanted me to meet her uncle and that this place was wild and a lot of fun.” “And that it is, and don’t worry you don’t have to be gay to have a wild and fun time here… I’m told the straight scene here can be lots of fun too.” “Oh, that’s good, I was getting worried,” he responded. “Cassie said coming here would ‘broaden our horizons’, still not sure what she meant by that.” Seeing the group on the dance floor heading for the back deck of the club, I indicated we should follow. Catching up to them outside, Lou had handed Cassie a vape pen and drawing a hit murmured “oh that’s good! Here, Douglas, give this a try.” She put the pen to his lips and activated it, gesturing to him to inhale and obviously giving him no choice in the matter. She had him take another few hits, then did a few more herself before returning the vape pen to Lou with a “thanks!” as she did so. The group of us chatted somewhat pointlessly for a few more minutes, before Jimmy said “oops, it’s 6:30, we have to be going… have fun kids, we’ll see you later at the party at the Crown!”. They waved goodbye as Cassie pulled Doug back into the crowd and the four of us used the back beach gate to head to the alley and out onto Commercial Street. “Can I ask what that was all about?” I said to Jimmy. “Sorry, didn’t mean to blindside you but you seem to have done exactly what I needed you to.” I indicated for him to go on. “My niece wants to spice up their somewhat boring sex life and get Doug in touch with his wilder side – she thinks he has some bi tendencies, and she’s always wanted to be gang-banged, and wanted me to set up both, while getting them both high to do so. So that was the set-up, while the scene itself starts at the Crown Party tonight. We just gave them a preview of Miss Tina, and whether you knew it or not, you just gave him the first inkling that gay men aren’t just sissies and the like…” “Devious” I responded, not sure whether I meant that as a compliment or not. We headed over to one of the town’s leather stores that had a good variety of fetish wear. The clerk and I recognized each other vaguely from my days living in P’town a decade prior remembering a leather jock I bought from him back then. I picked up some more analeeze for myself (having given the stuff I had to Vice) then got another bottle of poppers, and a new chained set of nipple clamps, plus a pair of nipple suction cups. When I was done with my own purchases, Lou asked me to advise on some leather wear for Vice, which he’d be paying for. Vice looked a bit taken aback and said “Yo, you sure man?” to which Lou replied “You gunna’ be my right-hand man, you gotta look the part…” So the first thing I picked out, Jimmy seconded me on – a leather vest with no buttons or closures, but with leather fringe down the side seams. Sounds a bit like something Ike Turner would have worn, I know, but once we got his shirt off, it looked awesome on Vice. “Oh yes” said the salesman. “you’ll have them drooling wearing this.” The second necessity from my point of view was a harness for Vice. I chose one that had leather shoulder straps, but big link metal chains around the sides and heading down the front to a cockring. Next was a pair of lederhosen style chaps with a snap-on snap-off front and back panel and big chrome rivets running down the side seam. “Would you come with me to the fitting room, young sir?” the salesman asked with a vulpine smile on his face. “Go ahead, enjoy the fitting,” I said as Lou nodded for Vice to go on. While they were gone, Jimmy and Lou and I cruised the store looking at more things for sale. The absent two made a brief return for Vice to show off his new regalia both with the flaps on, and then with a slight blush as the salesman pulled them aside, with the flaps off. There was no denying his cock had a semi, and that it was wet. They returned to the dressing room while we chuckled and shopped some more. By the time they returned, the clerk with a smile and Vice with a smirk, I had gotten some toy cleaner; Jimmy had gotten lube and a new paddle; and Lou had picked up a jock, some Max Impact and four leather armbands, two of which were intended for Vice. Lou picked up all of Vice’s items plus his own and wanted to pay for the stuff Jimmy and I had, but we thanked him and refused, paying our own on these minor purchases. The clerk widened his eyes when Lou paid for all his purchases in cash. He told us he hoped all of us would return soon, with a wink and a smile. As we exited the store, Lou asked Vice, “So did he give you all the service you needed?” Jimmy and I snickered a bit. “Yo, guys, that dude got me back there and once I had my pants down he had my dick in his mouth in about half-a-second,” Vice told us. “I would have bumped him off, but it felt so good, I just let him go to town for a bit. He pulled off and said that he needed me hard to test the fit of the pouch and the cockring. After we came out to show you how I looked, he gave me a bit more head before he stopped and looked at me – I told him yo man, have a party to go to later if you catch it. He did and let me get dressed after that.” We all chuckled some more. “He did give me his card with his number, yo…” he finished, joining us in our laughter. It was only a block or two to Jimmy’s place and once inside he pulled out his big glass bong and loaded it up while putting some porn up on his big screens. We all blew some nice clouds while Lou took the time to give Vice the two leather armbands, which looked awesome on his pumped biceps. Jimmy said that he and Lou had to go and make more preparations for the group scene later this evening and needed us to hang until he called us around 11. It seems he wanted us to meet him and Lou and the niece and her boytoy at the Crown, and then as things progressed, join them in the kids’ room. Once things started going, I was supposed to bring Doug back here to Jimmy’s where a few tops would meet us, and Jimmy and Lou and Vice would stay in the room with some others coming to fulfill Cassie’s end of her fantasy. And no, Jimmy was NOT going to fuck his niece, he was hanging to assure her safety. They would then head down to Jimmy’s later to reunite the two kids. “In the meantime,” Jimmy asked. “Could you two do me a favor? Normally on a Saturday I would have one or both of my gloryholes open from now until I went out at 10:30 or 11. It’s one of the busiest times and I’m afraid some of my regulars would be ticked off if there’s no one manning them tonight. Would you guys consider doing that for me?” Again, Lou nodded in Vice’s direction, and so he nodded yes as I replied, “sounds like fun to me!” Jimmy made sure we had his big bong handy with a bag of shards from Lou. There were lubes, poppers, Max Impact and bottles of water at hand, plus he activated the screen in the gloryhole alcove (see Part 1 and Part 2) and put some gloryhole porn on it. Reminding me of how the exterior lights and camera worked and how to turn them on once we were ready, Lou and Jimmy told us to have fun and left by the ground level entrance to Jimmy’s house. Left to ourselves, I noticed Vice was already stripping, so I joined him in getting naked. From Jimmy’s collection on the wall of the playroom, I pulled two stretchy cock-rings and some paper towel rolls. “Are you okay with this?” I asked Vice. “Hell yeah, this’ll be wickie hot,” he replied, “like a vending machine of dicks!” Then I followed asking the enthusiastic newbie, “These holes are set up so that you can get fucked too. Are you ready for that if you feel like doing so?” “Sure am, used that shooter in Lou’s shower,” he responded, grabbing the bong and melting the congealed puddle on the bottom of the bowl. As I watched him take a huge rip, I thought how this kid was supposedly straight as an arrow just over 48 hours ago, and now he was enthusiastic to work a gloryhole? Astonishing. There had to be something more to this in the background that I was unaware of, but my musing was derailed as he took another big hit and shot-gunned it to me. Fuck the mystery, it was time to play! We each took a few more hits from the bong, and I suggested booty-bumps to get us in the mood for anything. Each getting a similar sized shard from the baggie we got down into a rimming 69, and after good tongue work on each other’s hole we pressed the shard as deep as we could into each other. I winced a bit at the burn, and Vice grunted “glad this part don’t last too long…”. As the burn faded, I walked over to the gloryhole alcove which Jimmy had pulled the curtain on earlier. This was a bump-out on the side of the house near the rear corner that the Realtor in me suspected had been a coal chute in bygone days. As it was, it had two side-by-side “stations” facing the outer wall where the holes were. The holes were at average waist height on the outside of the house, but the alcove’s floor was a bit lower than that (hence my feeling it was a coal receptacle in the past) with what looked for all the world like the kneelers from church on the floor of each station – there was an extra pad to put in the closest station for Jimmy who was shorter than the average guy he’d have join him there. The full to the floor stations were built narrowly so that the walls of each chute left room along the sides for padded shelves for a guy’s shins, allowing him to face the other way and have his ass even with the hole. Between the two was a holder for poppers and such, a swing door with shelf to outside and a really primitive b/w security screen to see the visitors. Guys in the know knew that a single green light out by the fence both front and along the lane meant one cocksucker was available, two lights meant two were. Arriving in the roofed over alcove on the side of the house, there was a bell to ring if the cocksucker was away from the holes for a moment. Quite a system, actually. I hit the switches for both holes, pulled the cork and wood plugs from both and watching the porn on the little screen at the back, while we sat cross legged across from each other stroking, smoking and laughing until the first “customer” arrived not 5 minutes later. The dude stepped up to the hole on the left, the one Vice had chosen, so he got on his knees and took in what looked like a decent sized dick. Only a minute or two later, the security cam showed another guy heading for the right hole and I got on my knees beside Vice and began servicing a fatter but shorter uncut dick. Using hand signals we decided to race to see who could get his guy off first. I won, but only by a couple of seconds. After that there was a fairly regular stream, never more than a five-minute break with neither hole used. Sometimes just one of us was busy, sometimes the other, sometimes both. When it was just one, the other of us would rim, suck, or rub our hard cocks against the sucker’s ass. We had just taken a water break about an hour into the session when the security cam showed 2 guys showing up together. Vice immediately perked up and whispered “oh fuck this is hot! I know them, old friends… left, go left… YES” Though I didn’t know the whole story, what little I got made me very horny and I went to town on the other old friend while Vice slipped the longest cock so far between his lips. Both dicks were beautiful, big and full, but Vice’s pal got a bit thicker than he could handle so we switched places briefly so I could deep-throat his pal. While stroking his other pal, Vice hissed through the swing door. “you guys want some ass? Wanna fuck?”. The guys indicated they did and asked for a bottle of poppers while Vice returned to his station and we both lubed our butts some and got on our shins and presented our holes to the wall. Vice took a huff of poppers, passed them to me, and tapped on the wall to let them know to start. Meanwhile, I torched up the pipe and we each took a hit as our holes got breached. Vice’s guy apparently made his entrance slowly, while mine was a bit more rushed. Once we had blown out our first hit, I whispered “so what’s the deal”. Vice replied likewise with a whisper that his guy was his best friend in elementary school and played on his hockey team in high school, and the other guy was his pal’s older brother. “I can’t believe I sucked on my buddy’s dick and now he’s got it fucking me… can’t wait for the next time I see him on the street or something and he doesn’t know that I know what his hard dick looks like and tastes like and that he fucked his old hockey buddy up the ass. So wickie hot!!” We made out like teenagers before taking more bong hits as the straight boys outside banged our butts. At one point from outside we heard “Change up?” and the cocks pulled out briefly before we each felt a slightly different tool slip up our holes. “Damn, Jimmy,” came the voice from outside, “whoever you got workin’ the holes tonight, let us know the next time they are here… so good…” Vice and I smiled at each other as the guys withdrew again and returned to their original places to finish off. Sure enough, only a minute or two passed before my guy started to squirt with his brother starting right after. Once they both pulled out, we both sat back to breathe. “Fuckin’ A, that was so hot,” Vice began. “Who’d a thought someday I would suck off my man Matteo, and get him to bang my ass. Damn he’s got an amazing dick!” “His brother wasn’t bad either,” I smirked. “You knowing them made that a lot hotter too. And he has no idea who just got him off so well!” “Shit, now that I know what his dick looks like and what a good fuck he is, I wonder if there’s any way I could get him tweaked up on T, and have him get naked and fuck around together… maybe get a piece of his ass too…” he mused. “I like the way you think son,” I responded. After that we only had one or two more who wanted to fuck, and neither were at the same time. In fact, both holes were only active at the same time once more before we closed down, but when one of us was sucking, the other was rimming him, or sucking him, or fucking him from behind. We kept each other quite happy as we finished off the 8 or so more guys who stopped by before 10:30 when we shut down, turning off the lights and closing up the alcove, putting the plugs back, closing all the lubes and poppers and turning the security cam off. Pulling the heavy curtain down over the alcove, we headed to the group shower Jimmy had on that level, did quick touchups and packed ourselves up (including Vice’s new leather attire and the baggie Lou left us). Right on time at 11:00, Jimmy messaged us to “start heading down” and gave directions on how to properly lock his place up with the keys he gave me before he left. He knew I needed to stop at my guest house to change into fetish/club wear for the party and get Vice changed into his. Jimmy naturally worked this time into his schedule for the evening. I messaged back we’d be there before 11:30. Swinging out onto Commercial Street together, I looked at Vice and said “Looks like you’ll be getting some real pussy tonight, that must make you happy…” He shrugged and said, “Not really sure pussy will be as much fun, and besides, Jimmy’s niece looks kinda skanky, don’t she…?” “I thought she was kind of a manipulative little minx,” I replied. “Already got one of those, who needs more?” Vice quipped. I laughed and slapped him on the back as we headed through the fog to my guesthouse.

The First Time (Part 1) (This will be 3 total stories, spanning over months. Some will have multiple parts, and some of the tags will be explored later - it is going to be a slow burn, enjoy!) I still can’t believe I did it the first time, truth be told. I was having a particularly slow work week, and had been pent up, horny and frustrated - an dangerous combination for me. No luck on the apps on a Tuesday, so I decided to head to a local arcade. I had just started visiting glory hole booths fairly recently, and after the first time an anonymous guy shot his load down my throat, I was hooked. The way his cock pulses inside your throat, how you take in the smell of his pubes at the base of it cock, I just couldn’t get enough. My weekend indulgence crossed over and I found myself at a new, fairly seedier arcade on the outskirts of town just before Midnight. I brought my vape pen, and took a big hit before I exited the car. I was a little nervous in this part of town; all the businesses were closed and the street was eerily quiet, illuminated only by a half lit sign reading “LIBERATED WORLD - ADULT STORE AND VAPE SHOP.” Walking in I like to check out the place, browse the toys for a second while I seek out where the Arcade is - but this place was small, only 3 rows of goods, with a basic brown door in the back, labeled simply “Arcade.” I grabbed 2 fresh poppers bottles from the front while paying my 10$ entrance fee - which I would learn later, is for 8 hours. What a steal! The door buzzed open, and I took in my surroundings - on the left was the door for the theater, which I’ve honestly never tried - and to my right was a line of booths. Just standing there, the atmosphere was making me horny - the smell inside reminded me of a musk comparable to a men’s locker room. I walked around the booths to see if any action was happening, when I realized I was alone. How disappointing, but figures for a Tuesday night. I grabbed a booth anyway, one with a glory hole, and decided to hangout to see if anyone was going to come in or not. I took a big hit of poppers, browsed to 1 of 2 bareback channels, and started edging to pass the time. Thankfully, about 10 minutes later, I hear footsteps near my booth. I’m already on my knees with my mouth on the hole before he even has time to shut the door. As he browses the channels, I take another big hit of poppers before presenting my open mouth to him, as if say, “please, Daddy, feed me.” As he finds just the right channel, screams and moans start blaring from his TV; I can just see the edge of the TV through the hole: a bottom getting fucked bareback, while begging the top for his seed. I hear him unbuckle and slide his pants down, right before his head slips into my mouth. He’s fairly big, but not so big I couldn’t bottom out. I could feel his head getting harder and harder as I facefuck myself on his cock. I was insatiable, I pulled out every trick I learned while I worshiped like it was the last dick on earth. The last God on earth. I started focusing on his head, running my tongue in circles while my lips went up and down his shaft. And then I hear it - the all too familiar knock. I started jerking my cock faster at the thought of pleasuring him to completion with just my mouth. It can be discouraging starting out at arcades and having men leave their booth, being unfulfilling to him and myself just unfilled. He moans loudly over the TV, and I feel his cock throb inside my mouth, and then…. Dribble dribble. Don’t get me wrong - he came, and had an orgasm, and that alone is serving my purpose in this world. But the small amount of cum was almost nothing, a sip, a taste - and then it was gone. He thanked me as he got dressed, and apologized for the lack of cum. He had said he came earlier today, and honestly didn’t think he had it in him to even cum again. Even more frustrated, I turned back to the porn that was on, and took another big hit of poppers, anxiously awaiting a 2nd chance at a proper load. Something more satisfying. Filling. As I was about to give up waiting and just head home, I hear the arcade door open. Yes! I hear his footsteps walk around the outside, before heading back towards the entrance. Confused, I heard him walk past the entrance, and a further door opened, then shut. Oh. He went into the theater. I had been a little nervous going in for the first time - I usually enjoy having a 1 on 1 session, and worried the theater allows for more people to be inside. I had never tried exhibitionism before, but I must admit I had fantasized about trying it. Being especially horny and high on thc and poppers, I finally said fuck it, why not - and got up the courage to try something new tonight. I quickly got dressed to leave the booth, and headed towards the theater. It was another 10$ to get inside this door, but at this point, I’d have paid more. I turned the handle and walked in; inside was a small room, with 3 big screen TV’s on the wall; 2 playing hardcore gay porn, and a side wall playing straight. I glanced around the room and took in the surroundings; there was 2 couches and a side loveseat, and spotted 4 men inside - A younger guy was sprawled out on the loveseat, fully dressed with his cock pulled out. On the far left side was a mid 30s guy, with the last two older daddies with grey beards on the center couch - all with their pants at their ankles, stroking and playing with themselves. When I decided to sit down on the last seat open on the center couch, would be a decision that changed the course of my life forever.

So Monday I got a text from a guy off Grindr; which I hate) Said he was 26 hung good looking and wanted to fuck He sent a picture which was sort of blurry but I said what the heck. I invited him over When he showed up my first impression was who are you! He was 26 maybe 50 years ago. Hr looked nothing like the picture When I asked him why he lied ,he said I did not think you would mind Please be honest No one is so desperate as to accept a loyal fake. Was he hung well I did not know or care

I can't believe it's been nearly a year already. Although they do say that time flies when you're having fun, and I've been having A LOT of fun, so perhaps I shouldn't be so surprised. On October 28th last year, my friends threw their annual Hallowe'en party. They usually invite around 20 people, and some go all out with their costumes while others show up in regular attire. Knowing the crowd that would be there, I had swiped a medical gown from my doctor's office while I was there for my physical. I intended to walk around all night with it tied behind my neck but otherwise open all the way down. In a more genteel setting I might have worn a pair of boxers underneath, but I knew this crowd would get a kick out of seeing my bare ass all night. And those who didn't, fuck 'em! I got to their house about an hour after the party's start time, and was the first to arrive. I was wearing regular clothes to avoid scandalizing the neighbors. Dave and Mark moved to a snooty, very 'Christian conservative' neighborhood a few years ago, and as much as I knew they did so in part to make a point, still I didn't want to cause any trouble. I rang the doorbell and Dave answered. He and Mark took a lot of pride in their party, and so it was no surprise that he was decked out in a suit straight out of the 1920s, complete with a toy Tommy gun slung over his shoulder. I could see the disappointment on his face when he saw me in regular street clothes. "Al Capone?" I asked. He nodded in reply. "And you're - Jay?" There was a tiny note of irritation in his voice. "I'm about to be 'Patient Jay'," I said. "Let me run to the bathroom real quick." On my way to the lavatory I passed Dave's husband Mark. "Dave's not going to be happy about that outfit," he remarked. "Nope, he's not," I replied. "I'm heading to change now, don't worry!" A few minutes later I emerged from the bathroom, naked as the day I was born except for the thin cotton of the medical gown. I was still the only guest there, so I headed for the kitchen to see if I could help set up. Dave and Mark were both distracted, placing plate after plate of party food on the kitchen island. "What do you think?" I asked from the doorway. As they turned to look in my direction, I spun in a circle so they could get the full effect. Both burst out laughing. "I love it!" cried Dave. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint!" The doorbell rang, and as Mark walked to the foyer, Dave turned on some music. They have an amazing whole-home setup that lets them stream music from their phone to speakers all over the house. The opening notes of 'Monster Mash' blared from a speaker mounted under a kitchen cabinet. So began a steady stream of guests, and within an hour most of the 20 invitees had arrived. The house buzzed with conversation and laughter as the drinks flowed freely and the plates on the kitchen island were slowly emptied. Many of Dave and Mark's friends were couples, but they had invited three other single guys besides me. One of them was Sankar, a mid-30s tech engineer. He had worn a half-assed costume that consisted of a green skull cap and a bright orange-red shirt with the Sriracha logo on it. I had never met him before, but I had heard through the grapevine - otherwise known as Dave and Mark - that he was nicely hung and loved to fuck bareback. Being a 'raw is law' bottom myself, I knew I had to get to know him. He was standing quietly in a corner of the dining room, holding a beer and looking less than enthused. I meandered through the crowd and positioned myself next to him. Leaning over, I introduced myself. "I'm Jay," I said, trying not to scream in his ear but wanting him to hear me over the noise of the party. "Sankar," he responded. "Nice costume." "Thanks!" I replied, then spun around to give him a glimpse of my tight bubble ass. His eyes lit up. "That's the best thing I've seen all night," he said with a smile. "Let's see it again." I spun around again for his amusement. When I came face to face with him once more, he had unzipped his pants and had pulled out his cock. Still soft, it was at least seven inches long and four inches around. My mouth began to salivate and my hole gave an involuntary twitch. "I'm nine-and-a-half inches hard," he said, looking me straight in the eye with a smirk, "and it's thick. Think you can handle it?" I was no novice at bottoming, and while he was on the larger side his cock was not the biggest I had ever taken in my ass. "Oh yeah," I replied. "Just one thing," he said, the tone in his voice becoming more serious, "I'm poz and detectable, so I only fuck with a condom unless you're on prep." His revelation caught me a little off guard, though not in a bad way. In fact, I felt my own cock stiffen at the news. I was a raw-is-law bottom for a reason, and had never once taken prep. Yet after thousands of random, anonymous encounters with men I met on my travels all over the country, I had yet to receive the 'gift' I so desperately craved. Dave and Mark knew I was chasing the virus, and I found myself wondering now, did they know his status? Perhaps they did, and had invited him in the hopes I might hit it off with him? I glanced around the room hoping to find one or both of them watching as I chatted up Sankar, but neither was in sight. I turned back to my new friend. "I've been on prep for years," I lied through my teeth. If Dave and Mark did know his status, they had obviously not told him that I was a bug chaser. "Cool," was his only reply. Standing before him as I was, I blocked the view of his cock from everyone else, so I was the only one who could see the massive slab of meat hanging from his fly. He looked past me to check the crowd, then spit in his hand and slowly rubbed his cock. Instantly, it began to grow. I suddenly grew light-headed and I had butterflies in my stomach. "Turn around," he said matter-of-factly, placing one hand on my hip and gently goading me to do his bidding. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty, but I readily complied. A little more spit, rubbed first on his cock and then onto my hole. He pushed the gown aside and guided me back toward him until I could feel the tip gently press against my asshole. I looked around at the crowd, and all seemed oblivious to what was going on in our little corner. More than one of the other guests - okay, most of them - had watched me get fucked on one or more occasions, and in a few cases I had opened my holes to them. Coupled with the fact that I had been having sex in adult theaters, video booths and public rooms for a few decades, I had no inhibition when it came to having an audience. I grabbed the back of one of the dining room chairs to steady myself as Sankar began to press his cock harder against my hole. My years of fun with large cocks paid off; the tip popped inside, and he grabbed both my hips and pulled me backward onto him. FUCK! It felt so good! I let out an involuntary moan that was just slightly - okay, a lot - louder than the music, and a few of the nearer guests looked over in our direction. "All right! A show!" one of them called out, drawing attention from even more of the partygoers. Soon the dining room was filled to capacity, with guys in various stages of inebriation goading us on. My ass had opened easily for Sankar's huge cock, and I happily bounced up and down, savoring the sense of being stretched wide with each thrust. He was holding me by my hips and I now had both hands on the back of the chair, using it as leverage to slam my pelvis against his and milk that wonderful toxic load from his balls. My mind began to go blank in what I like to refer to as a 'fuck fog', a state in which I am completely focused on the sensation of getting fucked and my only thought is of the rich, creamy reward I'm working for. As I descended into the haze, I caught a glimpse of Mark and Dave, standing at the front of the group of onlookers. The last thing I saw before I totally gave in was the two of them clinking their drink glasses together in a toast. Sankar's hips slapped against my ass with every thrust. In my mind's eye I could see the tiny drops of viral pre-cum already dribbling into my hole, looking for a way in so they could change my life forever. It was finally happening - a poz top was giving me his gift. The thought made me the happiest I had ever been. At last, it was time for him to knock me up. His hands grabbed my hips tighter and his pace quickened. I felt his huge cock swell even more, pressing more tightly against my sphincter as it prepared to fill me with seed. Then it happened. With a roar that may have awoken some of the neighbors, Sankar rammed his cock deep into my guts and unloaded. Shot after shot of poz cum filled my hole. As the pulses of his cock subsided and his grip on my hips relaxed, the crowd cheered. Coming out of my fog, I watched as Mark and Dave raised their glasses in salute. Sankar pulled his massive cock from me, and as I always do I spun around, squatted, and took it in my mouth to clean it off. It had the flavor of ass and cum that I love so much, perfectly balanced. Another round of applause, and the crowd broke up to get more food and drink and continue their conversations. As I squatted, some of the precious poz cum he had deposited inside me slipped out onto the hardwood floor. Desperate not to waste a single copy of the virus, I knelt on the floor and licked up every drop. I stayed close to Sankar that night, though while I was grabbing a drink in the kitchen I did warn Mark and Dave not to tell him that I wasn't on prep. I took another load from him once most of the guests had gone, and I saw him a few more times after the party. Alas, the company he worked for transferred him across the country a few months later. I had gotten the fuck flu and tested positive (hooray!), so I finally did tell him that I wasn't on prep. As I had feared, he severed communication and I haven't heard from him since. Mark and Dave didn't stay in touch with him, either. So here I am, coming up on the one-year anniversary of my pozzing. I completely understand why he severed ties, but I am sad that Sankar won't be there to help celebrate. This year's party is coming up on the 26th, and Mark, Dave and I will be raising a glass in his honor.

My boyfriend had a work trip, so that means I get to be piggy. I could be piggy anyway (I tell him all about my exploits regardless) but it's easier when I'm on my own since I can host and travel freely. Anyway, got on all the apps and hit up my regs. Yesterday, got two loads down my throat. Both came over. First was from an anon profile on sniffies, guy was much heavier than his profile and a tiny cock - not a problem in itself, but I don't like the bait and switch. Said he had a five day load. Came literally within a minute. Didn't even get fully hard, but ok. Second was way better. Hot asian bro from theblowers.com. No face pic in profile, surprised that he was really hot. Great cock - not big, but pretty and got super hard. Blew him for a bit, took a minute to get our rhythm but ended up giving me a huge load. Nice. Was planning to head to this guy's house in the evening that I'd hooked up with once, but he bailed last minute. Oh well. Ordered a gyro delivery and called it a day. Today the guy that bailed texted and said he wanted to come over. Sure! Super hot latino, tall bearish build. Huge uncut cock, and thick. I blew him in the entryway for a while, and we moved to the couch. He set me up with my ass hanging over the side, and ate it for a while, while playing with my nips, which are very sensitive. He tried to fuck me, but I didn't have lube downstairs, so I suggested we go up to the bedroom. On our way up the stairs, he starts feeling up my ass, so I bend over and he ends up eating my ass with me kneeling on the stairs for a few minutes. Eventually we get up and head up to the bedroom. I go down on all fours, and he gets to work. Like I said, it's a big cock (at least 8", maybe 9") and thick, so it takes some time. He's a bit rough, too, which is hot, but made it hard to relax. Once we got a groove though, it was fucking amazing. He was hitting my prostate so hard I thought I was going to piss the bed. Every few strokes he would slam it to the hilt, which would make me scream in pain but also oh my god fucking hot. After maybe 15 minutes of feeling like my ass was going to split apart (in a good way), he pushes down my head and says he's going to cum...and boy did he! Six hot pumps. He stayed in me as he got soft, and as he slowly slipped out I could feel a significant stream of cum following him. He just got dressed. Before he left, he asked when my bf was coming back and said maybe he'd come by again, so we'll see... I've got one more fuck buddy lined up for around 7 tonight. A strong dom with another big dick, so we'll see how much my hole can take! I've also got two guys lined up for tomorrow (one around 2 and another good friend/fuck buddy in the evening), and one for Thursday before my bf comes home. A few more possible connections as well, but those aren't so firm. I know this is nothing compared to some of you, but I'm feeling happy and piggy.!

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Someone wants referred to Grindr as the world largest collection of 10-year-old pictures. I’d say more like 15 or 20 year-old pictures., My taste are sufficiently egalitarian age is not really on my list of factors consider. Weight, the other hand…. Or mistaking me for a taxi or an ATM. If you really want to hook up, have a car or an Uber account, because I am sure as fuck not gonna come and pick you up and take you home, and I am sure as fuck not going to cash app you money for gas or anything else.

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Just as with other religions, you have people who embrace the serious ideas that make it what it is...and then you have those who are attracted to some aspect of it that really has nothing to so with anything in its core teachings. Satanismm is no different. I should start of by saying that much of what you find on the internet has NOTHING to do with the topic and is largely based on the false version pushed by the likes of Jerry Falwell in the 1980's (the SatanicPanic). In practice, Satanismm puts you in the god-seat and says you are free to take charge of your life BUT you bear the responsibilities for the decisions you make and their consequences' no "it's was God's will" or "the devil made me do it" crap. The hedonistic, self-destructive, violent stuff you see (including the rampant drug use) is NOT Satanismm and the Church of Stan has gone so far as to put a formal statement on their website to that end. Essentially, LeVayan Satanismm is essentially secular Humanism with a nice carnal center to it. The symbolism is spot on. Christianity favors the sheep, a herd animal easily frightened, easily herded and manipulated, very uninquisitive, while Satanismm favors the goat, a sort of herd animal that is independent, curious and inquisitive and will head butt you in defense rather than run in fear. Satanismm embraces the development of the two uniquely human traits organized religions like Christianity, Mormonism and Islam repress: intellectual development and sexual indulgence. In the Satanic construct, whether or not you shose to belice Stan or demons such as Asmodeus (Lust) are real is really unimportant since, either way, if you are acting in the true spirit of the religion, you would be have the same whether they were real or not, and develop yourself into the best goat you can be. For me, that means caring for my male form by working out in the gym and keeping it healthy, learning and developing my mind and approaching things with a scientific, empirical mindset, and of course indulging my male form in the pleasures of sex play with other males. To that end, while I really enjoy poppers (nitrate based, not the dangerous Maximum Impact type ethyl chloride) during sex, I otherwise, don't drink, smoke or use recreational drugs. I serve Asmodeus as an Apostle of Lust to my fellow males living in shame and guilt drilled into them by Western religions towards their bodies and libidos, but I also engage in serious intellectual research and discourse on the subject among others (I have degrees in the arts and medicine). Satanismm is open ended enough for you to make your life into what you want it to be, as long as you understand the responsibilities that come with the power. I would suggest starting with the Church of Satann website as a jumping off point, and feel free to DM here or on Telegram (JaredErikson) if you have more questions or wish to know more. Jared

part 3 When we got into Tom's car I started looking through all the apps and websites in search of any activity for us to start with. I looked on sniffies and saw there were quite a few groups around town advertising for some group fun and a few check-ins at the porn shops in town too. I told Tom about what I found and he said we would check them out but first he wanted to take me to meet a special friend first. My curiosity peaked at this and he wouldn't tell me he just kept saying it was going to be a surprise so I relented and just kept searching for more and more hookup opportunities. We kept driving for a little longer and we pulled up to a very nice modest house making me wonder again what we were doing. Tom parked in the driveway and proceeded to get out and I followed suit. We got to the door and Tom rang the doorbell and we waited. We didn't have to wait long and when the door opened up I was shocked to see a very beefy strong man answer the door completely naked and hard. He was an older man probably in his forties with tattoos covering every inch of his 7ft body, his rippling muscles accented his full tan and piercings in every part that a man would find super sexy. His 12 inch thick cock was pierced with a very large prince albert and there was a jacob's ladder leading down to a nice set of big balls. The curve in his shaft made the jacob's ladder look even more impressive and I had to rip my eyes away when Tom shook me to get my attention. I blushed as I looked up at this man and he smiled and asked me if I liked what I saw and I blushed a bit and told him he looked so sexy. He again smiled at me and winked making me blush more and he grabbed Tom by the waist and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss and ushered us both in. Once inside Tom and this man started to make out again and he proceeded to strip Tom right there in the doorway. Once Tom was naked we walked over to me and started to do the same to me and the feeling of his mouth on mine made me shake some with how soft his lips felt. When I was naked he stepped away again and Tom finally told me who he was and what we were planning on doing here. "Kyle I'm sure you can tell that Rob here and I know each other fairly well and I have kept him up to date on what you and I have been up to as well as your status now and we agreed that you needed more from the source that gave me the gift." I looked at him in shock switching again to look at Rob imagining in my head of Tom being fucked by this titan of a man and I almost lost it right there and we hadn't even done anything yet. I stood speechless for a moment more and then Tom told me more of what would be happening. "Rob here agreed to start our day with a group breeding session here at his house and you and I both are going to be the bottoms for over 50 poz guys so they can add their bugs to us to bring to college and pass along and afterwards we are going to let Rob here tattoo and pierce us both since he is a highly successful tattoo artist and piercer." Hearing this made my dick jump since I had never bottomed for so many guys before and it excited me to no end. I jumped into Rob's arms and started to make out with him like crazy and I felt his cock at its full hardness already start to poke and probe at my hole. Rob kept thrusting up and down, never missing a beat as he continued to shove his pierced tongue down my throat. Rob set me down and said he wanted to make sure the full party was here before he started to fuck. He took both of our hands and led us down into his basement. We started to hear the thumping of music as we descended down the stairs and we were met with applause after Rob opened the door and all in attendance saw us walking through the door. It took us a moment to adjust to the dimness of the room and when our eyes adjusted we looked and saw a full on sex area with so many naked and hard men ready to fuck. Everything you can imagine was in this basement from slings, fuck benches, st andrew's crosses and so many other things for fucking and we were going to be doing everything here. Rob turned the music down so he could address the crowd. "Alright you dirty fuckers here we go we have Tom and Kyle both here now and like I told you before these sexy young men want everything you can think of done to them and make sure that you all give them a load in their holes so they can make sure to spread it around with them when they both make it to college." After you shoot your first load in these boys you are free to use them again or to use anyone at the party but only after you shoot your first load in them so they get the full potency. "So without further interruption let's get this party going." The large crowd cheered as Rob turned the music back up and we were swarmed by the biggest fuck party I could ever imagine. We were both led to the sling area and lifted into them by many hands and strapped in. A screen was wheeled over to me and to Tom and I could see two cameras attached to the screen and the screen was split into two sides. I could see myself and I could see Tom on the other side so I knew they rolled over one where he was to. Rob walked up to me and told me he set this up so it could be streamed live for any dirty horny fucker who wanted to see this party and so I could see everyone fucking Tom as well. I thanked him for all of this and he gave me that amazing smile again and walked to the end of the sling telling me since Tom was his already POZ son from the start it was only fair for him to be the first one to add his strain in from the father source. I was salivating as I saw that Rob had changed the ring in his PA to one that had a rather large ball at the entrance of his piss slit and I looked at him and said for him to bring it on and make me his POZ son too. Rob lubed his cock up and lined the tip of it right at the entrance of my hole and I whimpered with excitement as a bottle of poppers was brought to my nose and I inhaled deeply a few times in each nostril and I was so warm and floating on the high. Rob told me to look up at the screen and I could see that Tom was about to start getting worked over too and he was looking right at the camera so he was eye with me and he told me he loved me and to have fun. I said it right back to him and right after the word fun was uttered Rob took that as his cue and slammed every inch of his thick ramrod into my suspended hole. As stretched as I was from all of the training I was able to skip the sensations of pain all together and I felt nothing but total bliss as this titan fucked me hard. The crowd of men all applauded seeing me take his schlong like a champion and kept cheering more and more to ampt up the both of us. While Rob was plowing my innards I looked and saw that Tom was receiving the same treatment on his end and I loved seeing him be a champ with getting fucked as much as I was too. More poppers were offered me to and I made sure I got a nice big dose making me flying on air again. Feeling Rob's large cock rubbing onto my prostate was getting me ready to blow my own load and I shouted that and he told me he was close too which made the crowd applauded and then someone grabbed a tube which looked like a penis pump and grabbed my cock quickly and inserted it into this tube. Once it was inserted the one who put it on showed me the end of the hose that attached to the tube and I saw a very large electronic butt plug. He rushed over behind Rob and inserted the plug into Rob and Rob saw my confusion and he told me he didn't want any of my load to go to waste so when any of these guys fuck me and make me cum they get my strain while I get theres. This made me smile and I could feel the suction and the pumping start from the tube. Rob fucked me harder and harder and In one final slam I could feel his cock swell and pain my insides with all the hot POZ cum that made my brother and essentially me become POZ. I was in pure ecstasy and my ass clamped down hard on his cock and I started to shoot what had to be the biggest load of my young life. I watched as best as I could so I could see my cum be sucked through the tube and be deposited into Rob's ass and I knew it was a success when Rob told me that the butt plug expanded and shot my load in him. I was breathing heavy and I looked back at the screen and saw my brother doing the same and I knew he got his first load of the day too. He saw me looking into the camera and we smiled at each other and shouted at the same time. WHO'S NEXT?

“Who are you?” He was drinking his coffee… evening… In our timetable almost dawn… I got fucked by almost 40 men on the ping pong table… until dawn the wolves were fed… sister moon should be pleased from the sacrificed lambs …three double slams… he took me to the sauna where we had spent a night few days ago… he fucked me under the shower stall… made me kneel and drank piss from three different men including the janitor of the sauna… then took me to the same 212 private room, where he gave me another slam and fucked me again … three loads, a piss inside and another load from the janitor again… yes… the slut in me is satisfied but still wired… We had light dinner at the sauna bar… pasta with tomato sauce for me… a hot dog for him… then we went back to the room where we had a light siesta… we cuddled… his cock stayed in me all the time while he snored lightly… I couldn’t sleep… maybe nod for few minutes but that was all… the slams were keeping me excited… I had water beside… I was drinking without taking his cock out… Yeap. I have my moves… all cumdumps should have their own “sheet music” moves to keep the Top happy and satisfied, even without him knowing exactly what you do or how you do it… what matters is the result… the cum in your ass, the smile on the Top’s face, his snore on the bed next to your ear… those are all what matter… After the siesta in 212 sauna room, we came back in the café… a towel around our waist. Relaxed… like two friends who just happened to meet in a friendly all male environment… But relaxed we weren’t. Somehow, talk was a bit awkward between us… he would fuck me, make me a cumdump, slam my veins, piss on me, piss in me, share my hole with other fuckers, recharge me with poz loads, but words were not easy… Probably because of my thick accent … maybe it was his Viking accent… To be honest I could find poetry in his voice but I guess he could find only uncomprehensive mumble from my part after all the slams he was giving me. I do not blame him… a cumdump on a sling or on a ping pong table or kneeling on a bed in front of an open sauna door is not truly expected to carry any kind of logic apart from the self destructive mode… the hole offering to any cock doesn’t make any sense… and I am the one who definitely loses any kind of logic when the flash registers and the chems floats in my blood… no I am not going to ask for reason … or for words… so I won’t be bitchy for his awkward silence… It just happened that it was the first time I felt awkward… the other times the silence between us was sexy… now while he was drinking his coffee and me drinking my lemonade I had the feeling that the silence had its own weight… its own significance. “Who are you…” “You know who I am, what I am, and what I do in here… I am a cumdump… a damn tourist … a slam junkie… a servant to your cock or any other cock you tell me to… a poz cum seeker…” “And is there something you want to be or it is just a phase… a fantasy trip… a kind of a two week vacation… “ I had to be careful on my answer… we were ready to cross the borders where fuck talk was becoming real people’s talk, even if we were wearing just towels around our waist. “It has started as a long weekend vacation. I was supposed to get fucked by a cock … any cock on the dark basement we met… The slam was an extra bonus on that night… even with that I am content… but somehow things took another path… and the one night stand has become a kind of journey… And I have to thank you for that… the journey you took me was and is more than what I expected…” Damn his eyes and damn his silence … “This is not true life, you know it?” “I have lived every minute of our meeting in truthiness” was my answer… “Do you think you are capable of leaving everything behind and become a full time cumdump?” It is a question that somehow I knew it was coming… SO it was my time to wear my Poker face mask… “Full time cumdump for you or for someone else?” I asked hoping to avoid the answer. “Any…” “No… not for any… the way I connected with you I do not connect with anyone… My journey has to do with you… If it was not you I would be already back on the plane doing what I know best… be a man with a proper id, proper work, proper life, proper mask. But you see I am in the sauna getting fucked by anyone, getting slammed in double doses, and drinking lemonade. And all that because of you… Simple as that…” “For me you are still a cumdump …” “I know but the question is am I just another cumdump for you?” The silence again… maybe I took it too far… maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. But I didn’t … If I hadn’t taken all these chems probably I would have kept my tongue… but I was wired… maybe even tired from keeping everything in balance… his and mine as well… enough from silence … enough from poker face. “That is a good question which I do need to answer you.. after all I owe you at least this… and here is how I will find the answer… “ He drank one more zip from his coffee… You rememebr the guy who fucked you after the second double slam… I had my eyes shut with a piece of cloth so I couldn’t see him but I remembered that there was this guy with a really thick cock who came in me three times without even getting out from my hole.. yes… thick and hairy… “Yes, I remember the fucker…” “He is Bulgarian. He loves loading cumdumps and chem whores… he seems to be impressed by you . He keeps a motel with whores… male and female. Called Inferno… His customers are truckers, losers, junkies, homeless people… poz sluts… you name it… it is all there… He was impressed by your performance on the ping pong table… So he asked me to ask you if it is ok to hire you for a few days… he will provide all the chems all the cock.. everything a cumdump like you desires… “And what about you?” “No I am not included in the deal. You go there you are all alone… no safety net… from the moment you are there you will take all the loads… you will take all the slams.. isn’t what you any cumdump would have asked for?” “Do you want me to go?” “I would love to see you take everything and everyone but since I am not included I have to admit it is a bit weird… In any other case I would just feel relieved. I am not used to have a second person at my place or share my cumdumps the way I did the last days… So I need to take some distance and think… and see where I stand and see where you satnd and what lies ahead… “ “Fair enough…” I said and I had another zip from my lemonade. “If I go, am I going to see you again after all this Inferno thing?” “That is a question I am not able to give right now… when I share I share in my own terms… I am present to the scene… Now this is completely new thing. Let’s say that in someway I am excited by the idea but in some other way I am furious by the idea… I feel territorial and that makes me angry not towards you but towards me .. I am angry with my self. I overestimated my control abilities…” It was our first talk… our first real talk… our first real true talk. And we were both exhausted. “Ok tell me what’s the deal” “Ok the deal is that you go… It is your duty as a cumdump… a test to your limits… And while you are there I will test my limits. And see if your presence is important to me or you are just another slamming whore like the rest I can fuck in any sling…” “Fair enough” I said. I could see logic… and I could see a sadness behind this bargain. “Till then I need more cum in my ass” I continued… “let’s go and fuck some more… And there is some Tina for three more slams. I want you to slam when you are in me… look the janitor. He wants more of my ass. Let’s write on the blackboard that the 212 whore is looking for loads… and let’s spend the night like that… like the way we know … because after this night all will be changed… nothing will be the same… for better or for worse…. After Inferno nothing will be the same…” And yes the bulge under his towel started to grow again. My Viking was back to his old self. A hunter looking to recharge my hole… a slammer looking to feed my veins… yes my kind of guy… Inferno could wait… at least for one more night…

I love slings… the way I float… the way my body is on the air… Expanding my self … becoming my true self when I am offering my hole… Three loads in my ass already… by three different men. Big thick uncut dicks.. Poz loads… pissfuckers… my kind of fuckers… A fourth man around his 60’s with a big gut is fucking me…Big uncut dick and a leather vest… He gives me his poppers.. I take a hit… nice buzz… he speeds faster and faster… But stops. Looks like he doesn’t want to cum yet… Not so easy… “I want you slammed…” Sir comes… Sir is near… he is always near… he films with the video-camera… He has promised no faces… and I trust him… In fact I asked him to show me some of the tapes he had on the black iron trophy closet and he was true to his word… No faces .. just cocks sperm points veins assholes guts and then more points…. No faces… All those anonymous ghosts... Servants of pleasure… There is the tourniquet around my arm… so easy for him to find the vein … and how smooth the blood registers in the needle before he pushes it all back. And then the tourniquet is released… yes.. all is done how it should be… the cough … the buzz.. the rush… The man with the leather vest seems to like the way my ass is letting go... He picks up the tempo fucking me… It feels so right. It was a good slam and now my whole being is in that hole … and the thick cock that fucks me. “Yes… let it go… that is the way I prefer my bitches… slammed and wasted… Take that dick… you like my dick?” I nodded yes… But no words.. .I was in that space where words had no place… the dose was strong.. and nice… and he knew how to fuck… so yes… I guess I was happy… I was at the right place at the right time.. .with the right kind of people… There, on the sling, getting random loads in my mancunt from unknown people, and offering my arms for more slams, was the reason, if there is a reason of my living… The way the guy was fucking me and most important the way he was staring me feeling the buzz, while he had stuck his thick cock in me I had the sense that his gaze was like a mirror. And thru that mirror I could see my self … a wasted slut on a sling … a starving ass for cum… a junkie for more meth… the right material of a fallen angel.. I felt beautiful… “Thank you” I mumbled… He didn’t hear me… or if he heard me he didn’t give a damn… I was a hole on a sling no more no less… And I loved it… When he came I felt the cum… deep… and he came with a loud howl… the rest of the wolves approached… I don’t think that there is a better compliment for a chem slam bottom than having men fighting with their hard cocks who would be the next to seed the whores hole… It was one of those rear moments that I felt like I control the scene.. But maybe it was the chems that gave me this sense of power… Other times when I am getting fucked on a sling I feel so vulnerable so fragile. And others, like this one, is like a force hidden deep where only a good slam combined with a cock in the ass can release and expose to the world… But my world was Sir’s basement… and the wolves were horny and the bitch on the sling was slammed… In the normal eyes this doesn’t seem a pretty world. But again what is normal. My eyes were so comfortable to the semidarkness of the dungeon. The red soft light in the two corners of the room gives this hellish atmosphere where everyone and everything happens like a slow motion… and the sounds of fucking.. the coughing… the moans the slapping of the naked bodies… the hiss of the tourniquet when it is released from the arm… that is my kind of music… All the senses where on alert. And when I am like this where even the slightest movement and sound gets noticed then I know that I am in the the zone of the true slam cumdump… “Are you Ok?” My Vicking is next to me… stroking my hair … there was sweat. I smile to him reassuring that all is fine.. that I am in peace… and the pounding that I get from this bearded 70year old man with the pierced huge cock is almost perfect… He touches my hole. My fucker doesn’t stop. He seems to like the attention. My hole is wet from cum. Sir gives me his fingers to taste the cum… So delicious. “How many you’ve got...” He asked “Not enough…” “Yeah… that’s the response I wanted to hear… ready for a double slam?” “Yes please…” I answered… And there it was.. once again.. .this smile… this feeling that he cared… that he was proud of my sluttiness… that somehow there was a kind of a match that we suit to each other, that there here was a kind of a mystic communication… It is this delicate balance that we seem to make it work… He can sense that my journey as a sperm collector is more like a journey of the soul. Only my salvation and probably his probably is going to end in a messed up loneliness… But I made the bargain long ago… My path is chosen by me and only me… I welcome the co-pilots on this bumpy flight but there is only one truth. I am doomed… My only and true salvation is just seconds away, when Sir will return with the two points and the guy with the pierced dick will sperm my ass right in the moment when the buzz will start to take over my whole being. Nothing else matters… Even in the semilights of the hellish dungeon you can find beauty. And right now on the sling while Sir ties up both the tourniquets around my arms, I know… He sees this Beauty, on me… Point.Flash.Push.Go…..

Traveling for work allows me to see a lot of the country and it also allows me to hook up with a lot of guys. I love to set up anon scenes when I’m on the road. Being ass up in a dark room and letting strangers use my hole for their pleasure. I knew at some point I would get pozzed. But I also knew that in my head and heart I wanted to know when it happened and with who. I started looking on bbrts for profiles that were poz in areas I would be traveling to and I found exactly what I was looking for in my favorite place. Colorado! I sent a message to him letting him know I was going to be in the area for a week and was looking for some fun. I received a reply back a few minutes later. “Hey man! Sounds like fun! What all you into and looking for?” I replied back “ I’m a total bottom. Love to suck and swallow, and really love to get bred”. “Hot! Would love to breed that hole! I see you’re neg. you know I’m poz right? I’m not on meds either. You chasing?” ”Yeah I know you’re poz! I’m not really chasing, I like to do anon scenes and know it’s just a matter of time until it happens. I would really like to know when and who it happens with. Make sense?” “Hell yeah man! I get it. I would love to poz that hole for you if you really want it! When will you be in town?” ”I fly in this Saturday and will be there until the following Sunday. So will have a whole week to get together if you have time. I’ll be staying at the holiday inn downtown” ”Thats perfect. I’m available all week and live downtown about 5 blocks from the hotel. Let me know when you get to town and we can get together. I’m available all weekend and all week long in the evenings.” “Sounds good! I’ll let you know when I check in Saturday afternoon and we can set something up. Here’s my cell # xxx-xxx-xxxx. Text me anytime.”

Does anyone feel that gays are easier to be attracted to Satanism? Is it because of the kinkiness of how forbidden it is or is it just a rejection of the mainstream taboos regarding homosexuality? Do they take it as just another form of atheism or truly believe that Sa_tan exists and his values of freedom is attractive? Hope to hear from different point of views and have a great conversation.

Me too

As for bottoms being perceived as having less sexual market value than tops, perhaps, sometimes, especially in a setting where they outnumber tops. But send some sexy young twink acting guy into your average gay venue and I guarantee he will be the center of attention. Every top in the place and half the bottoms will be hitting on him. The only looking down on him I want to do is with him writhing and moaning in bliss as we fuck. I personally like most bottoms. They are usually a hotter piece of ass than most women and when you are through breeding them they turn back into a guy and you can discuss things like sports, fishing, cars, motorcycles, and such, and you don't have to pretend to like some sappy saccharine female pop singer. Just share a beer and BS with each other until you once again start to notice that he has a nice bottom that you would like to dump another load into.

It is simply the reality

How can anyone have great sex unless tops breed btms?

For the majority of my adult life I've been verse. And in fact I've a strong preference. Flip fucking was my particular pleasure. ED has of course done a great job of fucking that up. Thankfully sometimes I can. But sometimes it just isn't an option for me.

Based on what little I know of such tests, I think it's negative. That said: the packaging almost certainly contains instructions on how to read the test, right?

oink oink piggy 😉 ..... we should've swapped loads n buggs last time I saw ya. hehe

Much later in life 30's I was straight. I basically was raped. Was passed out drunk at a strangers house to wake to him pumping deep in my ass. After I was watching straight porn and saw some gay stuff go on and watched it to the point I was watching alot of gay porn and thinking of my 1st time.

always, I'm an addict

Today, my latest. I was sitting by a hotel pool getting some sun and kinda snoozing. I got hot and took a dip. I had on a cute tiny thong bottom, my usual swim attire. I had been in the water cooling off when a kinda thug looking guy, tatted and tough looking came through the pool gate and sat right where my towel was. He straight up told me I had a cute ass and asked me if my hair was real, which it is, lol. We chatted a bit and despite his rough demeanor he seemed nice. He was working a job for construction nearby it turns out. I was kinda horny and started to pull and tweak my nipples casually while chatting and I could see him squirm in his chair due to his developing hard on., as he watched me play with my pierced nipples. I could not take it any longer and took a huff of poppers just to get over my shyness. He saw me huff the poppers and asked me what they were and by then I was in the middle of the hit and I think I told him something like they were to relax my backdoor. He stood up and took my towel and said to me, you get out (of the pool) asd come to my room. I stepped up the ladder and he took my ass cheek in hand and shoved his fingers up me and slipped my towel around me and gathered my bag. His room adjoined the pool so it was a short walk. I hit my poppers again, he fingers still up me as we walked, and when we got to his porch he said to have a seat and he would be right back. He came back with a joint and we smoked it, mostly me and he gave me a beer and I drank that, deep throating the bottle. I opened my mouth and let my tongue drop out to let him know I was ready and huffed the poppers again and then sitting there he stood in front of me and pulled his jeans down. His hardon was huge and purple and I opened my mouth wide for him to use. Several pumps and I felt warm cum running down my chin. I licked him clean, kinda disappointed he went so fast when I tried to stand up he told me we are not done. He took me inside and pushed me down on the bed and told me to kneel on the bed and then he pushed my head into the pillow and I felt his hands push my thighs wider to spread me. I felt him spit on my hole and then the constant and increasing pressure of a cock wanting in. I hit my poppers agai and I felt him go in. I heard him groan and not sure what I did other than say something like OMG and f-- me sir. Which he pounded me silly then for multiple times.

Part 7 We made our way through the tent area again until I found the right tent where I got my new look earlier. I got a wide smile from the piercer and tattoo artist when they looked up from their current projects and saw me walk in with my cute little new friend. Well now who do we have here? Asked the piercer as he was dipping his needle in the tab full of poz cum about to pierce a nipple. Well boys this little guy came with his now ex who decided to dump him here after promising him his cherry popped and collecting as many loads as he could but the ass said he wasn't manly enough so he left him. "Well I think we could help him out with starting over" came the response from the tattooer over the buzz of his gun. Well guys sorry to disappoint you on the cherry popping but I already beat you to the punch on that but this little guy is looking for more strains and his first bit of artwork and jewelry as well. They both smiled and looked at eachother then back at my friend here and they both agreed that it would be their honor to help make that a reality. The pierced motioned for us to come over to him as he was about to insert the needle he was prepping into a hot studs nipple and he asked us both to help him while he worked. He asked me to help hold this guy down and for my buddy here to suck on his cock some while he pierced him. My buddy looked up at me and I smiled and nodded and he sank down to his knees and started to lick him up and down before deep throating him down to the root in one shot. This sudden deep throating made the piercer moan deeply and plunge the needle straight through the guy's nipple causing the expected yell of pain. My buddy kept pulling back till he was just at the tip and plunging back down in one motion. He prepped the next needle with more poz cum and timed it just right for when he pulled out his cock and went straight down again he pushed the needle in again causing the guy to yell again. Once both piercings were complete and the jewelry was in place with the special cream and wrappings in place he allowed the guy a few moments to rest to get ready for his next piercing. I started to make out with him as the piercer rolled back in his chair over to the tattoo table to play with the upturned ass of the guy getting a red biohazard on his back and to enjoy my buddies oral skills some more in comfort. He reached over and started to probe his ass with his tongue while my buddy deepthroated him more bringing about moans of pure delight from the guy. After a few more moments of this he told my buddy to stop because he didn't want to waste the load that was going to be going into his hole. When my buddy got up there was so much spit running down his face which only made him that much cuter to see and the piercer brought closer to lick his face up and bury his tongue down his throat. They broke the kiss and he rolled back over to continue his work so he could work on him next and then enjoy his hole. The piercer got a few more needles ready as well as the bars he was going to use to give this guy a jacob's ladder to go with the prince albert he wanted as well. The tattooist called my buddy over and had him do for him what he did to the piercer and he was so happy to have another cock in him. I was so turned on from seeing this cutie who was so sad earlier now so happy knowing that he was well wanted as a cute soon to be poz cum dump. When he got down on all fours he had to push his cute ass up in the air and it was all the invitation I needed to get up behind him and push my leaking cock into his winking hole. He gasped with his mouth full of cock and it seemed to drive him even more to suck as much as he could. I couldn't go as fast as I wanted so I took my time and made sure I did nice long strokes into his ass. The tattooist loved the rhythm mixed with his cock being deepthroated without messing up once on the tattoo he was working on. After about five mins of me fucking this cutie I could feel my balls tighten and I shot another volley of cum up his hole. I pulled out of him as the tattooist told him to stop sucking as well to save his load for later as well. We both got up and the piercer called us both over to say he was done with his guy and now he wanted to work on the cutie. My buddy climbed into the chair and he told him he wanted everything I had gotten done but he wanted a jacob's ladder as well. The piercer smiled at his request and told him he would be delighted to help with that. He got all the equipment he would need ready and I stood at the top of him to hold him down and warned him that the nipples will be the most painful and to just breathe as it happens. With that he nodded to me and to the piercer who dipped the needle he was holding into the cup of poz cum again and lined it up with his nipple. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the pain and the piercer took that as his cue and breached his skin with the first needle causing him to yell out. He didn't wait but for a moment to grab the next needle and dip it quickly and repeated it into his other nipple causing more screams. As soon as he was done my cutie was sobbing for a bit and we both sat there to comfort him for a while. We told him the hard part was over and that the cream he was getting put on them would help with the pain and to quickly heal them up. We were so occupied with his comfort that we didn't know the tattooist was done and that he walked over to where we were and raised his legs up and started to eat his hole. This helped distract him and calm him quicker and in the midst of his moaning from probably one of the best rim jobs he ever had the piercer started his work on giving him his prince albert and his jacobs ladder that he didn't even notice until he asked the tattooist to stop. When he pulled away my buddy was shocked to see the barbells through his shaft and the one through the tip of his cock. He smiled at me and I bent down to give him a deep kiss and told him he took it like a champ. We all decided to take a quick break before he got his tattoos done and he asked if it could be a fuck break instead of a regular one. We all laughed at that and all agreed that it would be the best break ever. They put the sign on their tent that they were taking a break and we all walked over to a tent that was not far from their and saw it was a fucking tent. There wasn't anyone using it at the moment so I picked up my buddy and laid him in the unoccupied sling that was there and asked them who wanted his ass first. The piercer called dibs and went over to the lube table and grabbed a pack and lathered it onto his cock. My cum was still oozing out of his hole so there was no need to lube him up and he went ball deep in one plunge moaning loudly that his ass felt amazing. Once they were settled in I went over and wheeled over a fuck bench next to the sling and knelt down so I was still facing them so I wouldnt miss the show and offered my hole to the tattoosit so he wouldn't feel left out of the fun. He agreed and grabbed some lube and started to fuck me while he watched the show too. This went on for a while and the noises we were all making drew in a huge crowd of guys pumping their cocks at the sight as well as a few occupying a few of the other stations to fuck as well. The piercer was picking up his pace and was slamming into his hole. We all knew he was about to get his toxic load and with one final slam he announced that he was cumming which brought applause from everyone there. The tattooist pulled out of me so quickly there was a loud popping noise from my ass as he rushed over and plunged himself deeply after the piercer pulled out. I watched with lust seeing him squeal with delight at this mans fucking and I was so entranced I didn't know another man took his place at my hole until he slammed his cock right at home in me making me gasp but I never took my eyes off of my buddy getting plowed. After a few more minutes of the tattooist slamming into my buddy he let out a roar that he was loading him up making everyone cheere. He stayed in his ass for a good while and they were making out like sloppy lovers and he asked if anyone had a buttplug handy. The random man who was fucking me pulled out and rushed one over to him and he inserted it with ease. Once he was well plugged the tattooist picked him up from the sling and he signaled for us to follow him back to the tent saying it is time to mark this cutie up even more. We followed them back to the tent grinning from ear to ear knowing what was next.

So I've met up with two...both anonymous. First one contacted me and wanted to meet at a certain bathhouse. He had a pozzing fantasy and ask if I would be his bro to breed. After chatting I agreed...he was older dude and looked, as he said, the part....he wanted me to be in a white jock...back mud steaks under the eyes, like a baseball player, a shaved ass, and my fraternity baseball hat on...I could only call him dad, coach, or sir....this fantasy shit gave me an instant hard on....we met at one of the sleazier bathhouse I've been in..you know that kind of bathhouse that reeks of sex ,old, no posing allowed and some under the influence.....he paid my way in and then proceeded to fuck me in four different spots in the bathhouse....his room with sling, public room in a sling, dark room, and a porn room...the whole time, feeding me poppers and telling me he was going to "poz" me....he said some really kinky shit as the night went on...finally bred me with an audience...whispering in my ear that he was so happy to pozz his boy... Second dude I met at a cumdump hotel...watched him get bred by some BBC and then fucked my load and walked out...

When I get really excited my dick will get hard as a rock. Sometimes I think it's so hard as not to be comfortable for the bottom. I've not had any complaints but was wondering if it would be better if I wasn't quite so hard. Can a dick be too hard?

Sometimes it's every night (7 days), but sometimes it can be just twice. I've found that I can become too engrossed with porn that it becomes a problem. I forget to do something for work or in my personal life, and it sometimes is because I decided to watch porn instead. I'm trying to manage myself better.

Chapter 9 i had waited a week, my mind stewing. Rather than go and see my family doc I made an appointment at the sexual health clinic. I was told to fill in the forms prior to going in. Under the risk category I ticked the box ‘men who have sex with men’ . Was I finally halfway to admitting what my true sexuality was? ‘hi I’m Archie’ the medic introduced himself. ‘So explain the issue Neil, I’m here to help not judge’ ‘I think I may have hiv’ I blurted. ‘I’ve started having sex with guys and I was Ill a week or so ago’ ’ok , so did you wear a condom or was the guy fucking you?’ Archie continued. ’er it was different guys and it was all bare, I kinda preferred that’ I responded feeling a bit more relaxed now it was out in the open. ‘ I know what you mean’ Archie continued’ im gay and I’m bareback only! Oh and I’m poz as well so don’t worry I know what you’re going through’ Archie took my blood for the tests and I sat outside waiting to be called back in. ‘we’ll Neil, I have the results. I won’t beat around the bush, yes you are hiv positive.’ The words hit me like a hammer. What would I tell Jess. I could hide it but my thoughts immediately went to cock. I couldn’t help it. Archie was continuing to tell me things but his voice was a blur. What could I do. I had a feeling my choices were being made for me. ‘So do you want meds immediately, or wait and come back in a couple of months when you have processed things?’ ‘Er wait’ I think I mumbled. ‘it’s a lot to process Neil, but one thing I can advise is to enjoy your new status. Don’t deny who you are, you love cock, and guys , just enjoy going bare now you know who you are’ Archie’s words washed over me. I did know who I was. I also knew deep down that I just wanted men now, I looked around me as I walked from the clinic. I was noticing the guys not the girls. My mind was set. I needed to tell Jess. I got home and the house was dark. I walked in and Jess was sitting alone with my iPad. She was upset. ‘When we’re you going to tell me? ‘ she said ‘tell you what?’ I stammered. ‘That you’re gay? I’ve looked at your history. It’s all guys, it’s all cock, lots of it. Not a girl to be seen. I thought the piercings were odd’ it was now or never’ sorry. Yes I’ve been fighting it for a while. Yes I am gay. Sorry’ I mumbled. ‘I’ll leave’ I turned and left. I rang my sister for somewhere to stay. She took me in. It also involved coming out to her too which she found amusing. ‘So my big bro likes cock then! We will have to compare notes. ‘ it broke the tension, but immediately I felt better. It was a weight off my mind. The following day my sister called Jess to go and collect my things. I wandered round town to kill time. Again I wandered into the gay village and past the tattoo parlour. I peered in . Lana was there again. I entered. I’ve come to finish that tattoo. ‘Ok come through’ she waved me through the back. ‘What are you having?’ ‘ I want that bio hazard finishing’ I said ‘you’re right I’m poz’ I continued’ and I’ve split with my girlfriend and come out, so you can now do that apple in pride colours’ ’im never wrong with things like that, I knew you were a cocksucker the moment I saw you.’ She added’ I think you should also have another piercing, leave it to me, trust me’ i left an hour later with my new tattoos and a PA. I was feeling a new person , the real me. I got back to my sisters and she had returned with my stuff. ‘ Jess was really unwell’ she said. ‘She thinks she’s picked up that bug you had the other week’ my cock became hard just thinking about it. That sex we had after I had seroconverting, I must have pozzed Jess. I couldn’t tell her, if she asked I would blame it on her holiday tattooist. But the thought that I had pozzed her made me horny. Time to go to the sauna again , I thought, and now breed some more neg guys! My new sleazy life was about to start!

I've taken two loads now. I'm keeping up my straight life but I can feel myself getting more and more turned on by men and their cocks, while pussy is becoming a distant thought. So I guess I have a life of taking loads to look forward too. Sounds like a good life.

I can't imagine a point where I'll ever stop wanting to get filled with cum. Whether that's from random hookups or a regular partner. But I also don't want that to be the only thing that defines me. While I'd love to be getting 20 loads a week I simply don't have the time required to get that (might be easier if I lived in a larger city). I can spend hours on a Friday night just trying to hookup a few times. Doing that every night would be exhausting and more often frustrating.

(First attempt at a story. Be gentle. Based partially in fact. Somewhat embellished) Part 1: Reginald I got a text from Reggie today out of the blue. "Can u cum over?" I've taken his load on many occasions. Hot black guy who only really likes to fuck white guys. A lot of the time I can't say yes because I'm married and my husband Timothy doesn't know I fuck around behind his back. Today, though, I was absolutely saying yes. Timothy was at work all day, and i was home bored and horny. What he doesn't know can't hurt him, right? Reggie ordered me to get to his place asap. I knew he expected me to be ready to take his load. He shoots huge loads that fill me up and make me feel complete. Of course I would beg for his load. When I got to Reggies house I stripped to my jock and went to work getting his dick hard. He's taught me how he likes it. I want to do a good job for him. I want to make him feel good. I always try to please him in any way. While I sucked, he started loading the Tina pipe. I hasn't had any of that in a while. I've been teetering on relapse. Now all I wanted was to follow the clouds into a world of sexual experience. He got me really spun. He didn't hit the pipe at all. He just kept encouraging me to do a little more. Finally I put the pipe down and refocused on his cock. I wanted to beg him to fuck me right away. I'm always impatient. Reginald doesn't like it when I beg, so to please him I just worship his cock and try to get him turned on enough that he wants to fuck me. Reginald picked up his phone and started videoing me giving him head. I had told him once that he could record me but onky if he was careful not to snow my face (I'm cheating on my husband for God's sake). He likes getting my face on camera though, and I want him to keep giving me his loads, so I let him do what he wants. Usually he fucks me doggy style, which is my favorite. This time he put.me on my back and had me lift my legs in the air exposing my jock strapped ass to his camera. "Fuck yeah faggot. My group chat loves when I send vids of you. You have fans. You ready to show them how much you love getting fucked by a black man?" The Tina really does mess with my judgment, because in the moment I didn't see anything wrong with anything going on here. Reginald finally fucked me. He didn't disappoint me. He knows how a white faggot needs to be fucked. As he fucked me on my back, with the camera still pointed toward me, he asked me questions? "Why are you here instead of letting your husband fuck you?" "Besides me, who do you cheat on your husband with?" "How often to you smoke Tina?" Each question I answered honestly and ccompletely. Each answer, Reginald recorded on video that alternated between my face and his big black dick going in and out of my hole." Somehow, in my spun state, none of this bothered me. Finally one last question: "Do you want my cum faggot? Tell me how much you want it." I shouted my need for his cum with visceral emotion. I did need it. What I didn't realize is the sequence of events this would put in motion.

I think there’s some truth in this. The more time passes and the more I interact with men in the prospect of looking for actual physical encounters where real sex takes place, the more I become convinced that a sizable percentage of men aren’t actually players in the sexual arena. In spite of what many say, I think many shrink away from taking the final step toward an encounter when it finally comes to it - the common expressions of “wish that was me” are often, I suspect, the words of men who could have, but didn’t. It’s not all that surprising - It usually takes a certain kind of courage to make oneself so vulnerable to another man and allow him to connect so intimately. Not everybody is brave enough to do it, or they’re repressed in some way that “if it weren’t for that” they would be sexually active, but as it is they just fantasize, fap, and brag about entirely fictional adventures they wish they had the balls to actually experience. So yes, the roll call of bottoms is large - but the roll call of practicing bottoms is a significantly smaller subset of that. In any case, we certainly can’t credit the anecdotal claims on this site as representing an accurate picture of what men do. If, for example, one were to ask how many men have taken a ten-inch cock in the last week, one would almost certainly get a collective answer that is mathematically impossible given the actual statistical rarity of such schlongs - there simply aren’t enough supersized cocks on the planet to supply fuck at the rate men claim here. Likewise, I suspect that a proportion of the competition for cock that many bottoms claim to present exists only in their minds.

Dave stood up, slowly pulling his now deflating cock from my hole, he looked at his stomach, noticing my cum stuck to both of us. “Looks like you might have shot one of your last neg loads already.” He said laughing. “Yeah” I replied, I barely touched myself and just started cumming.” ”Well, it looks like we could use another shower. He looked down at my hole. “Damn that looks good! A nice cummy hole.” He reached out and started rubbing it with his thumb. Looking at me he’s asked. “How’re you feeling? Scared? Nervous?” ”Honestly, a little scared, but mostly happy. I’m really glad that we did this, no matter the outcome.” ”We’ll you know we’re not done yet right?” Dave asked. “I was hoping you would say that” I said smiling. “We’re going to keep fucking all week, I want to send you home knocked up with my gift Mike. And I meant what I said, until you do, I will be the only one fucking this hole. It’s mine.” Hearing this, my cock started to grow again. “Well it seems like you really like the sound of that, huh Mike?” ”My hole is yours Dave. I want your cum in me as much as I can get it!” I sat up on the bed, and noticed the thing that Dave had put on the desk when he pulled the lube out of his bag. It was a go pro camera. I asked him ”Is that recording? “Yeah it is. I wanted to document your gifting I’m sorry I should have said something, but I wanted it to be more natural. I hope your not mad, my intention was to give it to you so you would have it” ”I’m not mad at all! I think it’s Hot! I didn’t even think about it! Thank you Dave!” “I promise I will not show anyone this, it’s for us only okay” ”Sounds good to me” Looking down, Dave saw my cock standing at attention again. ”Hmmm someone does like the camera” laughing he pushed me back on the bed. “Move up a little” I pushed myself up to the middle of the bed, Dave climbed over me taking my cock in his mouth. My head rolled back with the sensation. His lips gliding up and down my length. I looked down at his head bobbing up and down. I saw him reach for the lube. He pulled his mouth off of me, opening the lube he squirted some on his hand and started stroking my cock with it. “Oh god! That feels so good Dave! What are you doing though?” ”Just relax Mike. I’ll do all the work” With that he straddled my waist and reached behind himself rubbing some lube in his crack, grabbing hold of my cock he started to lower himself on me. I felt the head of my cock at the entrance of his hole and he started to apply pressure. I felt my head pop inside of him and then he slowly sank onto my cock. The warmth was overwhelming. I looked up at him, his head was back and his mouth was open, a low satisfying moan escaping from him. When I was completely inside of him, he put both of his hands on my chest and looked at me. “I know you’re more of a bottom, but I want your last neg loads inside of me. With that, he started rocking back and forth on my cock. “Oh god Dave! That feels so damn good! This is amazing! I didn’t know you bottomed” ”I like to flip, I love the feeling of cum inside of me too!” He started to ride my cock in a steady rhythm, back and forth. My eyes rolled back and I moaned with the feeling of his hole gripping my cock. “That’s it Mike, just let go and enjoy it. Breed my hole the same way I bred yours. Give me your load baby!” Between the feeling of his hole on my cock and his talking I could feel my cum getting ready to shoot. I yelled out. “I’m gonna cum!” “That’s it baby! Shoot your load in me! Give me that seed baby!” That took me over the edge, my cock exploded inside of him. “UGHHHHHHHH!” I could feel my cum shooting in his hole and it felt so good. I had never felt such an intense orgasm or felt so connected with someone as my body shook with pleasure ”That’s it baby. Breed me deep, Yes! I love it!” As my body started to come down and my breathing slowed. I could finally focus my eyes. I could see Dave smiling down at me. He was still slowly rocking back and forth. I could feel his hole clenching my cock milking it. “That was awesome baby! Mmmmm we will definitely do that again too” he was smiling at me as he said this ”Holy crap” was the only thing I could say at that moment. He laughed at me. “I guess you liked it huh?” ”Yeah I definitely did! How about that shower now huh?” “Let’s do it babe! Then we can go grab some dinner!”

He had covered his cock with a towel when I walked in, but now he slowly removed it and began rubbing his cock which got stiff and wet. I didn't look at him, but just knelt with my head on my arms, ashamed and yet weirdly excited. "Wh...what's his arse feel like..."I heard him say. "Lovely," growled Arthur. "Hang on, I'm going to cum, then you can slide in" He worked at me for a few minutes, then he sagged onto my back, grunted happily and I felt his cock throb as it spurted. A hand touched my face and turned it. "Timmy." Said grandad matter of factly. "Oh, Timmy.!" I smiled at him and he smiled back. Meanwhile, Arthur slid out of me and sank back into the cushions. "There you go, Jim." He said. "All wet for you, mate." I just stayed in position. Time stood still, then my Grandfather whispered" I've always fancied your arse, but I didn't want to get you pregnant. I guess we don't have to worry about that, do we?" He got off the sofa, and I felt his hands on my hips. Then his fat, stubby erection slid into my hole and up into my rectum. "Oh yeah!" I heard him gasp as he began to thrust into me. "So, are you staying long, Jim" Asked Arthur. "Might go down the pub later." "s..sss..sure. "Said grandad. "Sounds a good idea." I just knelt there as he fucked me. It felt so good, so intimate. Then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear "I'm going to cum now, Timmy. Do you want me to?" I could only nod, I was so excited at what was going to happen. "Ahhh!" He gave a loud grunt and I felt his cock throbbing and knew his spunk was shooting in me. When he finished, he pulled out and slapped my arse. "This is my grandson, Arthur!" He said. "And you're right, his arse felt great!"

In the van... not much talk. The Bulgarian speaks shitty english... he has the fly open and his huge dick is hanging hard... I asked him if he wanted me to suck him. But he said. “i want ass not mouth” and I want your ass slammed with cum before I fuck you...” The motel was about 30 minutes drive... and the whole 30 minutes he was hard. About 23cm and fat... I was scared from what was schelduded for me in that motel but on the other hand I was way too excited. I had given my hole for two nights of breeding and slamming to all the truckers that he had arranged... He had promised no harm but I would collect all the cum no matter how old ugly small or big... and the slam doses were going to be big..really big... Since I couldn't really touch the drivers dick I just sat at my seat thinking... I have to confess something. I don't like the silence of my thoughts. That is why I like chems I guess. When I Slam all my focus goes that at my asshole and the sliding cock. All my being my energy my whole ME is focused there... No need to think of any thing else but the internal need of getting bred. I let my body to be conquered by the feeling of the seed when it starts to flood my hole. I so eagerly submit to the need of receiving of a male hard cock... even a soft cock... as long as it is in me … raw... bare... The moment I surrender to this instict I connect with my salvation... my religious beleid my Non God.... my death... my immortality... Yeap this 30 minute drive in a van sitting with a bulgarian driver with a 23cm hard cock who was not letting me touching him gave me time to ask my self the one and only question: Am I going to see my Vicking all that was it... He gave up tired of my sluttiness like all the others before him... Did I scare him ? For how long I can continue the hunt... is this really me? A slammed cumdump getting filled with stangers' cum... Would I ever be loved for what I am ? Do I deserve to be loved? Or I will spend the rest of my days hiding from the world … doing sex trips around Europe and slamming alone before I open the door so that I wont scare the dude who few minutes later will sperm my ass... It is not easy to connect with others when you are a slammer and a cumdump... There is so much paranoia around... I guess I am paranoic too. but this damn silence of my thoughts when it happens like for example on this 30 minute drive to Inferno probably is the reason why I still can function between the two worlds... the real world and the Tina world... It is not easy... but part of the reason why I can still balance on the thin rope is that I understand the moment. And now the moment is to get out of the car. We arrived. The Inferno motel is Next to the highway North. The parking was not empty. More than a dozen huge track were there. No idea if there were for me or not. The Bulgarian put his still hard dick inside the zipper and told me to follow. He collected the key from the receptionist. The room was on the far left on the ground floor. A big double bed. A sling. A small sofa... And a stack of towels. He was well prepared indeed. As was I as well. In my back pack I had my towel and my kit. I had brought a fifty euro that I was going to hide inside my shoe. But even that was taken care off. There was a trunk with a key so I could put my things there … yes everything was set. The Bulgarian dude showed me where the bathroom was and made a funny gesture showing me his butt telling in his own way that I have to clean... I did... I spent 15 minutes cleaning up my ass... and setting my mind ready for the night. No more silence. No more thoughts. No more ifs and whys. I had a mission to accomplish and a slam to take... I had to make my self turn the key to the slut mode... Piece of cake... When I finished with all my showers and flushings of the water and felt my ass clean then I went back to the room. A porn was playing on the big TV. Straight creampie gangbang porn. And the Bulgarian was naked. His dick the hardest I had seen. On the table read there was a small plastic rope some white Cotton and a bottle of white alcohol next to four syrignes. He asked me lay on the sling. And when I did he secured my legs. Then he called on his phone. While I waited he took something from his big bag. Red pillow cases. With them he covered all the lamps. Even the one on the ceiling. There was a a knock on the door. The receptionist. They talked bulgarian while the receptionist got his clothes off... Thin around sixty, bald... but with an uncut soft cock that was hanging to his knee. He took from his pocket a plastic rope as well and came to me. He kissed me while he took my arm. The other did the same too... Two arms two slams... and no idea how strong the doses might be. The cotton on the skin then a small breath while I flet the pin of the syrigne entering... Flash and then push... and then.... yeah... the cough... What a buzz... Never felt anything like that. I lost sight for few seconds and when I opened my eyes feeling lube spreading around my hole. It was the receptionist. And then the put some around his huge hard cock... I had never see a cock that big. EVER. He played a bit with my hole and then slowly he entered all the way. His partner approached with the rope and the syrigne. He tied at the receptionist arm and he slammed him smooth. The light from the room was red from the pillow cases but I was sure I saw the red flash before the injection.. And that sight made me come without even touching my self. The receptionist felt my spinster I guess the moment that the chems entered his blood because I heard a lions roar. He came too. But that didn't stop him. He didn't lose his erection at all... he started banging me sliding in my hole using his cum as lube. And he came again... And again. In ten minutes on my own slam state of time he came four times, releasing the same roar each time. From the corner of my eye I saw his friend slamming him self as well... I heard the cough. The receptionist turned his head and saw the other Bulgarian setting down to the table the empty syrigne... He came out of my ass and went to the other guy and kissed him... How beautiful they both were kissing each other and licking the blood from the arm... Then my Driver came to the sling and spit on me … and bang he entered... Damn that was a thick cock... He fucked with speed.... His eyes were closed and he was muttering to words I had no idea what they were about … but I could recognize the lust... and the slams … and the feeling of his cock on my cummy hole. He came... He filled my ass with piss as well. He left my ass and the receptionist took his place. A bit softer . I love when a soft big cock enters me and finds the target all the way... Specially when my ass is prelubed with cum and piss... And there he was... he pissed in me also... A buzz with chem piss... Yes... that was heaven... For some time the played that way. Entering cumming pissing.. entering cumming pissing... The slams started to ware off... The helped me get out from the sling and took me to the bathroom. The sat me on the seat made sure that I was ok and told me to clean up and have a shower. The Inferno gangbang party officially was going to start in thirty minutes an hour... I was happy... Yes... I was happy....

After we came up from the dark basement I asked from my Norwegian friend his permission to go to the bathroom where I emptied my ass from the chem piss and the cum Then cleaned myself a bit. I was still buzzing from the earlier slam… in a good way… He was waiting for me at the same spot where we first met with two bottles of beer. He had bought the drinks… How nice of him. “Drink… it is not water but it is good enough” he said. “Beer is just fine….Thank you ” “Your name?” he asked. I told him. He didn’t say his… “You will call me Sir”. “Yes sir” it is all that I said. “You live here?” “No Sir, I am here for three days… I am a sex tourist… I travel for only one reason… to get fucked…” “So was it any worth spending your money in hotels and plane tickets so far?” “No major complaints Sir… in fact you were my first for tonight and the best…” “You want more cocks?” “I am a cumdump Sir, I want cum… From you, from others… from anyone… But I really like your company… In fact I like everything on you Sir… And I guess I am too bold to say this but I guess it is the Tina that talks … and the beer”. I felt my face blushing… “You are too smart for a cumdump….” he said and drank some more of his beer… “Is that a problem Sir?” I started feel uneasy… “No, it is good, as long as you know your place, you show me respect… and you talk less… Are you still thirsty?” he saw my empty now bottle… “Yes, Sir… I know my place and yes, Sir I am still thirsty…” “Kneel!” I looked him in the eye… Blue and grey eyes… Devils’ eyes… Mephistopheles’s kind of eyes… That was a test or what… The time has stopped… I knew my place… I kneeled… My mouth on the height of his zipper… He took his heavy thick uncut cock out and put in my mouth… I tasted my ass juices and piss… and some soap somewhere behind the foreskin… My mouth was full… I felt his piss down my throat… Damn I was thirsty indeed…. Didn’t care about the men watching me… My whole “me” was in the right spot… I wouldn’t change it for anything. Kneeling in front this Viking giant, drinking his nectar, submitting my will to his needs. What a view… Him standing above me…. I felt the envy of the other patrons… In fact I felt proud. Proud to be his whore… I felt the last of his drops. I was ready to stand up when I felt his hand on my shoulder… Two more pair of feet in front of me… Another cock… A black one this time… A 60 year old leather man… Big bush of mustache… and a cock in hand… Soft… but at least an 8 incher… “Drink” My Viking ordered… And I did… I drank and drank… until he was done… I felt a tap on my head…. He said something that it had to be close to the “Good boy”… and before having time to re-adjust my knees… another cock was in front of my lips… Another man… another cock… 45 chubby black hair… hairy and with the thickest cock I ever saw…. I took my man’s silent permission… He nodded his head encouraging me drink… this time the taste of the piss was bitter… I was not to complain… I was in piss fag’s heaven… And once again I didn’t let any drop get wasted… Yes… Sir, was proud of me… He helped me get up… And then he kissed…. I felt his tongue entering my mouth… He tasted the other men’s piss … and kissing me he was telling me in his own way that it is Ok to be a piss fag… a whore… and a slam cumdump… because that was exactly what he wanted me to be… “Thank you Sir” I said…. He looked at me … these Blue and Grey eyes again… and somehow the whole energy changed… my eyes became watery… tears watery… Not many times I find someone to allow me to see the real depth of his eyes… He did… and then I knew that I was so transparent… I could see my loneliness, my strength, my Erebus…. the deepest dark in me… so deep that it was almost comfortable… Nothing better to embrace the darkness and find a pair of Blue and Grey eyes to say to you that sometimes there is tenderness in the shadows… “It is time for your second slam… Go down to the sling.. make your self comfortable… I am going to fix the point and I will be down in a few minutes… Spread your legs and take this…” He gave me his blue handkerchief. “This time I want you blindfolded… Now go… “ And I went… Shadows of men wandering back and forth back and forth… My kind of men… My tribe… I took my jeans off… Kept my leather vest… Took my poppers out from my sock and I laid on the sling.. Put the blindfold like I was told to… and I waited…. When you do not see… when you feel exposed and offering your hole to men that you do not see or care how they look like… when you are becoming the whore your are destined to be… a cum hole … a nothing… a true cumdump… then and only then you feel the real strength… the reason behind all this hunger… then and only then you become invincible… I heard footsteps they stopped… someone felt my hole… there was some lube spread… and then a finger… It burnt…. A booty bump… and then a cock head… not my Viking’s cockhead… It was a slow fucking… More steps… Another cock… this time a cut cock… placed in my mouth… two cocks in two holes…. No faces… no talk… Sound of poppers… the man I was sucking gave me some… and then continued fucking my throat…. I was start losing my self… Nice… and then more steps… I recognized his walk… Next to me… he took my arm… a tourniquet around … he found the vein easily.. a wet cotton… and then a prick… How smooth his push of Tina in my bloodstream… took the tourniquet off and then bam…. The cough came… it was stronger this time…. I started to float… “Thank you “ it is all I said…. And I went back to the cock sucking… The man who was fucking me started to speed up…. And he gave it to me… with a howling…. And stayed till he found his breath… and then went… My Viking put his finger in my cummy hole and gave it to me to taste it… the man I was sucking took his place… More poppers… for him and for me… It didn’t last long… He came hard… and then came back to my mouth to clean him… I did… What a tasty cock… and then left… I heard the sound of the tourniquet… My Vikkng was ready to slam himself…. I heard all of his preparations. I felt his concentration in the dark… He put his cock in me… and then he pushed the point… took it off and coughed… How nice to feel your man in your ass the moment he is losing himself… He started to fuck… yes… That was a real fuck… sliding in my already cummy ass… I was his slam whore… That was all what I was… I was a cumdump the last level of a whore… But at that very moment I knew I was the strongest of all…. I was the chosen one… He was fucking me for at least an hour… he came in me twice… and pissed in me once more… I was hearing steps coming and go… some of them put their cocks in my ass… a couple of them pissed on me… But the never claimed my ass from him…. They knew that something specially was happening between me and Him… And the hunters know to respect when something extraordinary happens…. When we went back to the bar we were both with the smile… One more round of beers… I bought them this time… Not much talk… Just happy and comfortable… his finger in my cummy hole while he was drinking his beer… I knew things were coming to an end… The dawn was close… He read my mind…. “You are not going anywhere” he said… “You are coming with me… “ “To Where?” I asked… My place to fix some more points and then to the sauna…. “Yes Sir”… “Mephistopheles is still horny” he said and smiled… Damn … these Blue and Grey eyes… how I could resist…. I went to take my coat and off the Bar we went… Almost morning…