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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.

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..

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.

A bareback btm should always assume their top is poz.

I’ve never understood the bias towards bottoms. Tops need bottoms, and bottoms need tops. Just be yourself and enjoy. Don’t be what you think the gay community wants or thinks you should be.

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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…..

I'm attempting to give you a "reaction" but apparently I've already reacted too much today!: 🙂 HELL YEAH pig! I don't know how possible that is in WV, the 25+ is hard here in Denver, but the rest is 100% possible! 🙂

Um… I beg to differ. Adam Lambert, lil nas x, chance the rapper, frank ocean and many others have already broken that barrier- and before them there was bowie, elton John, liberace and little richard to name a few. I saw justin sucking a big black dick on video and while I’m not a fan I think it’s a great thing when stars get successful enough to stop caring what people think. Problem is that leads to diddy type situations so not necessarily the desired outcome

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.

How can anyone have great sex unless tops breed btms?

There was a couple of guys that lived in Denver and did videos for HDK. I remember one guy, Howard (screen name was Brandon Ironne) he worked at the video stores next to Dietrich's in Cap Hill between Queen Super's and Cheeseman. I always wanted to hook up with him, but never did. My Ex did.

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?

Yeah, I kind of agree with that- it’s all part of the “bottoms are worthless trash, whereas tops are special” kind of narrative that I’ve never bought into. In my experience there’s a pretty even balance- sure, clubs can get bottom-heavy towards the end of the night when all the tops have shot their wads and gone home, but to counter that, there are often more tops than bottoms in more natural settings such as cruising grounds.

Exactly the way I would want to be used... Wasted old daddies with fat cocks and balls loaded with toxic cum ready to spurt into my my hole. Next one please...

Nothing turns me on more than a hard, raw cock pumping some sperm deep inside me. I love seeing those dicks thumping and the men gronning.

Chapter 3 So here I was, getting my lungs full of the white smoke, encouraged by Jamal, who was holding the pipe for me. I later found out that he enjoyed this moment so much, getting me full of t for my first time and spinning me out… “Just like that baby, perfect!” Now hold it in for a moment before you let it out…” He moved the lighter away from me and looked at me with those sparkling eyes and a wide grin, while I exhaled. “How was that?” “Ehm, okay I guess?” “Good, just take another one. It takes a bit to get going…” With that he made me take three more hits back to back. And that’s when it hit me! “Whoa…” I looked at him. “Feel it, sexy?” He growled, while putting the lighter away, grabbing my hair and looking deep into my eyes. “Yeah…” I just said. I felt a tingling rising in me, an energy that I couldn’t describe. “Very good sweety. This will get you even more relaxed for my cock.” With that, he slapped his big and steelhard cock against the side of my face and awakened me from my shortlived stupor. “Get to work, come on!” And I did. I got his head into my mouth and then as much of his cock as I could. I wanted it all, even more than before, and I was now sure that I would be able to take it, eventually. “That’s what I love my sluts like!” he sighed, barely audible. I went to work on his delicious cock, I just wanted it more and more down my throat and I made slow progress with each up and down. I Heard the lighter again and after a while, Jamal pulled me up from his cock, told me to exhale. I didn’t know what was happening, but did as I was told, when he put his mouth on top of mine and exhaled his thick cloud into me. He then put his hand over my mouth. “Hold it in for ten seconds and then go down to my cock, get as much of it in you as you can while still being able to breathe and exhale.” I did as I was told, too intrigued to think about it. I took his cock back where it belonged and then figured out where it would still leave me some room to breathe while exhaling. I enveloped his cock into a cloud and looked up at him “Fuck baby, that´s the best sight a cocksucker can make for me down there, just like that. You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my shaft and exhaling this cloud around it!” he praised. I felt a tingling. I didn’t know if it was from his praise, the smoke or the combination, but I smiled, as far as his cock allowed me to do and wriggled my tongue alongside its underside as a thank you. “Haha good boy! Now take it all down, come on…” I really tried, but I still couldn’t. I heard moans from behind me and needed a moment to realize that it was the porn, where the boy was likely already getting fucked. I still needed to get there, but first things first… I tried to impale my head again on his shaft and get it further into my throat. I wanted him moaning, I wanted his approval. And I also just really wanted his delicious dick! I was lost for a moment in the amazement of what was happening to me and sucking this hot guy off. That’s when I heard a shuffling behind me. I was shocked for a second, before I tried to withdraw my mouth from Jamals cock and turn around, but Jamal was faster and kept my head in his grip, his cock still firmly inside my mouth. “Don’t you worry Jakey, it’s just my friend Taron. It´s nothing to be ashamed of to suck my wonderful cock, right? He knows it happening all the time, don’t you man?” He turned his head and looked behind me. “Haha sure man. Got yourself a pretty one there it seems!” His voice was friendly, but a bit of a growl while not being as low as Jamals. He stepped few steps to the side so I could finally see him with my half turned head, despite being still impaled on Jamal´s cock. And what a sight he was! Similarly built as Jamal, not quite as tall, though also really muscular, with a slightly darker complexion. He just had a towel draped around his waist, where his cock poked obscenely out in the front. When my gaze went to his face, he looked at me with these beautiful dark eyes among his chiseled face and a mob of curly black hair with a side cut on the left, where he also had a glimmering earring He grinned a bright and sexy smile, that made his face seem younger. He was probably somewhere in his late twenties I guessed, a bit younger than Jamal. But oh fuck was he hot! For the third time this day I realized that I had stared, but this time with my mouth full of cock while a stranger was looking down at me and could barely contain his laughter. “Your face looks just as cute as I thought, but I have to say: Having that thick black dick in your mouth makes you look kind of slutty!” They both had a laugh at my expense, but I also chuckled from his comment, as I imagined myself in that moment. He had a point I guess. Jamal finally let go of my head and I withdrew my mouth, wiped my spit off my face with the back of my hand and wanted to get up. That’s when Jamal intervened: “No need for such formalities baby! You stay right where you are…” and put his hands on top of my shoulders. I was taken aback, unsure what to do. “He has already seen you sucking my cock so you don’t need to get up and shake his hand, right? Just tell him who you are and what you´re doing here.” “Ah yeah I´m jake and I´m here because Jamal… we met at pride and…” Jamal erupted into laughter when I turned my gaze to him. Taron just grinned and stepped closer. “Don´t let him play you for a fool so much Jake. He loves that!” and then fist bumped Jamal over my head. I didn’t know if I should laugh or be angry. But in the next second Taron let his hand fall to my head and started massaging my head with the tips of his fingers. I was taken aback, but it felt great! “I… I´ll try!” I just said and Taron grinned at me again. “Good. You can´t let him have his way with you completely, can you?” I didn’t know what to say. This was just so surreal. I was on my knees between these two black gods I just got to know, being discovered by the one sucking the other one´s cock. High on something, horny as fuck and completely overwhelmed by it all.

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...

Those of you joining (or re-joining) the mosh pit with the dead horse, please scroll back...

PART 2 thump-thump Thump-Thump Thump-Thump THUMP-THUMP THUMP-THUMP THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP! My heart was pounding out of my chest as I stood there just watching him. My hands were shaking, my breathing was getting more and more erratic, I felt frozen, like I couldn't move, couldn't speak.... just standing there frozen with fear and excitement. Like reading a label on a pack of cigarettes, "Warning this Cock may Cause DEATH or Serious Injury", an obvious warning that would make most other guys run without a second thought. And Colby!! We just told each other last night that we loved each other, he opened up about all the trauma this man has caused him, this would kill him! Someone I genuinely care about and this monster who has caused him so much harm and here I am right in the middle and make no mistake, this guy's intentions are not good, you're about to walk into a haunted house and monster is very real and very dangerous. My mind, my conscious, every ounce of my survival instinct is screaming "you knew exactly what you were doing when you made the conscious decision to put your pants back down on the ground and come out here like this, but now your little dark fantasy is becoming all too real, you are face to face with death RUN for life!!". But still, I stand here frozen, unable to pull myself away, unable to look away, and still holding this damn orange juice? But then, like out of a dark deep cave within, came another voice. A voice so powerful that the other voices silenced in its presence. A voice that could not be pacified or intimidated by warnings, an entity that needed to feed was consuming my being. Adrenaline began to course through my veins like a drug, my heart hit so hard I could swear you could hear it, and like a sailor being lured to his death by the temptation of the Siren, I took a step towards the monster's lair. I don't even know if I was in control anymore. It was as if everything survival instinct I had left my body and the only thing left was pure carnal, animalistic lust. An all-consuming desire that knew what it wanted, and didn't care about the cost. I couldn't take my eyes off of him and seeing how is demeanor changed when I took that first step, he KNEW he had won. It did not matter how evil his intentions where, I was powerless, under his control he had his victim in his web. I entered his room and he told me to shut the door behind him, I couldn't speak, but I did as he said and shut the door. He sat there 3 feet from me with his cock in hand as I stood there completely naked like a scared little kid. He could definitely sense my fear and it seemed to empower him, make him harder and bolder, his voice came more commanding, knowing I was his now. Him: come here I slowly approached him, looking each other in the eyes as he licked his lips like a lion before consuming a young gazelle. Him: Get on your knees I started to get on my knees and soon felt his hand on my shoulder pulling me into him as his hand slid to the top of my head, feeling his firm hand grasp the hair on the back of my head pulling my head down and with his other hand aiming his large cock to my mouth. I opened my mouth as it was shoved inside, I tried to take it all, but having never done this before, I was struggling, but he kept pushing my head down and shoving his cock deeper as I kept gagging over and over, soon he had both hands on the back of my head pulling my head down on his cock as he forcibly fucked my face. He was pulling down with such force, I had to use one hand to brace myself and keep myself upright and the other I reached up to hold the base of his cock, thinking maybe that would stop so much of his cock from going down my throat helping me to breathe. Him: You're such a fucking whore, I knew you wanted this. Oh, you're going to be my little bitch from now on aren't you. Him: FUCKING ANSWER ME!! he let up on the back of my head allowing me to raise my head up just enough to get his cock out of my mouth. With slobber dripping from my mouth to his cock i tried to answer him Me: (almost crying, I was able to mumble out) Yes Him: Fucking right, now get back to work as he pulled my head back down on his cock, I wasn't fully prepared so when he pulled my head down his cock went deeper down my throat than before and gagged and almost threw up, but that didn't seem to stop him. Him: oh fuck yeah... It has been too long, you're going to get your load real quick this time Him: jerk that mother fucker! He let up a little, allowing me to pull my head up and jerk him off more and it wasn't long before he started moaning and repeating "Oh fuck" and suddenly like a volcano erupting he started shooting his load in the back of my throat, at first his cum was coming out of my mouth Him: you better fucking swallow that shit mother fucker (as he forcibly shoved his cock deeper down my throat) I started to gag again, but quickly closed my lips tightly around his cock and tried swallowing as much as possible. He kept moaning "Fuck yeah! Oh Fuck...Oh Fuck, you fucking slut bitch" as the cum kept spewing out of his cock down my throat and down his cock. After he finished he fell back on the bed breathing heavily. Him: Man, that is the first action i have had in years! Damn I needed that I just kind of sat there on my knees, completely lost. This is the first time I had ever been in a situation like that, I have always been the top, or the one getting blown or with a woman, it was completely new to me and i felt so, so naked kneeling there, cum dripping down my mouth and running down my neck and chest. Him: Fuck man, how are we going to tell Colby about this? I panicked when i heard that, immediately reality came flooding back. Me: (Stuttering out) I... I.... I Him: what you didn't want to tell him about this? You're going to lie to my son? and worse, you want to make me lie to my son Me: I don't know, i hadn't thought about it Him: well look man, i can maybe keep this a secret, but i am not comfortable with it. Me: Thank you so much! Him: yeah, i don't like lying to my boy so i am going to need something from you Me: of course, what do you want? Him: Man you know i cant get out of here and my son wont allow me to have guests, thinks i am going to be doing drugs or something, so you're going to have to keep this up. I haven't had action from another person in years! Me: i'm not sure i understand Him: You can fuck my son, but you only suck my dick! Is that clear enough Me: Yeah! I mean, i dont know if we should do this again. Him: Look mother fucker! You want me to keep this a secret, then you're going to have to work for it. I know a slut when i see one, i saw you eye'n my dick. Now get the fuck out of here and go jerk off and if you ain't getting on your knees again soon, i may just have to let Colby know about how you came into my room naked and just took my dick like a ho! I started to fumble my way out of the room, rushing back to my room as i heard him say: Him: oh yeah! Colby told me you were rich, so maybe you should be dropping off some cash for me too, after all, we don't want colby to find out about this. Right then, I immediately knew i had been played. He knew I had money, and was working to get it. That is what it was all about. Then panicked, i started to google, "Can you get HIV from oral Sex" and found out that it was very rare and it was most common for bottoms to get HIV from a HIV positive top. What the fuck did I just get myself into, what was he going to do. His entire plan was to get me in this situation so he could manipulate me however he wanted, he basically had me backed against a corner. What could i do, tell Colby, not only would he break up with me, but that would kill him. Did i have any other options. I just laid there on the bed naked freaking out, what the hell was i going to do! He owned me now, he was going to make me pay him to suck his dick! His huge black dirty fucking dick and i had to pay him money for it. I had to pay this dirty mother fucker money so he could shoot his dirty disease filled load down my throat, and shove his giant cock inside me. That giant dirty cock just oozing out dirty cum, pumping his load down my throat, again and again. I went from panicking to getting hard, thinking part of me didn't want colby to know, because i wanted to be in this situation. What was this situation going to bring on me.....

I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection. Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest. My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan. I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection. Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window. Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time. He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part? In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room. I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into? Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up. I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me. While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home. When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.

Wishing I was Tom and Kyle...toxic HVL Poz loads from 50 studs...Heaven!!!!!!🧑‍🦰🍊🍆💦☣️☣️🦂😈🔥🐽🐷🏳️‍🌈😛😋

I don't mean to be the uber slut on this thread. My buddy and I were discussing this today when I jokingly said, "I honestly don't even think I know how to use a condom." Sometimes around 7th grade I remember learning how to put one on a banana but I don't even think I got it right back then. I kept unfolding it the wrong way. All of that to say that of the 10K+ times I've fucked (no clue what the number is), I think someone has used a condom one maybe twice. I recall one of the time and it was because I was at a Mormon wedding and the guy was super conservative and freaked out. So these days - if the topic of a condom comes up, I'm a hard pass....from an online hookup, at a bathhouse, whatever. I have not had "safe sex" in almost three decades and I'm not starting now. If that's a deal broker for the top, so be it - they are probably neg and I prefer poz.

My friend called me Sunday afternoon.He was arranging a breeding party There would be me and a couple of other bottoms He had about 20 tops ( which really means 10 will show) ?The part starts at 8 and no one can enter after 9:30 All fucking is totally bare and loads will be in the ass Am I game? Sure Well actually only one other bottom showed up But actually 25 tops showed up. we laid bare ass on edge of bed So the tops came in and took turn fucking us . I should mention that he severed drinks also poppers for us. Highlights were this college kid who had a big dick He decided to finish in my ass with a huge load All in all I got 15 loads in my ass. I was so full of cum when I stood up it just flowed down my leg maybe another party?

II was married 3 times. 19 yrs. 6 yrs., and 15 yrs. The last one put a tracking device on my truck and followed me to a rest area one night because she thought something was wrong because i wasn't fucking her as often as i had before. She walked up to me sucking some anon guy off. After that we never had sex again and didn't live together but we remained close and were in touch with each other all day every day for 10 years and she would still come home a couple of times a month to spend time together, but it became less and less. She never wanted a divorce until this past year with a strange excuse. I figure it was for a real man. I always was out taking cock from as many men as i could while i was married. The night before i got married the last time i sucked off 3 guys. I miss the romantic aspect, loving her wasn't about sex. I shouldn't have been married but in all 3 cases i loved these women. I've cum to realize that no women is ever going to satisfy the need i have to get cum in my ass. The more i get even at my age the more i need and I've turned into more of a submissive pig than i would have ever thought possible. As i look back i have some regrets that i never had that normal life and had kids but it's probably better i didn't. I think it's in our genes as to how we evolve. For me it's not a choice. But I'll never get over losing my last wife, she is the love of my life and there isn't a day that goes by that i think to myself "WHAT IF"? i had a very mild stroke last December and she came running to help

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.

There is a huge distinction. I'm poz but never chased. I just loved the feeling of raw cock and the intimacy of having a mans semen inside me. I was pozzed before PrEP and I knew the risks but sex with condoms was unrewarding. I was fortunate enough to know who the man was. There was no talk of condoms or status and I honestly don't think he knew he was poz but our sex was incredible. Passionate, physical and intimate. I became ill 3 weeks later but forgot about it for a few months until I tested positive. It was then I was able to ascertain the man. I was shocked but also relieved.

#5 was a young cub. Very cute, very inocent. After all the fucking was done he chatted with me, telling me he was 21. He was pozzed the first time he was fucked which was the day of his 18th birthday. It had not been his plan, it just happened. He was so in lust with the 35 year old he met at his local cruising park that when asked to drop his pants and lean against a tree he did. The guy proceeded to eat the kids ass and this felt so good he just wanted whatever the guy had to offer. Next came a tounge fuck and then 1,2,3 fingers. When those disappeared for a moment the kid thought he'd done something wrong. He was greatly relieved when a bigger finger, he thought it was the thumb, pushed into his virgin hole. When the penetrating object was clearly too big for a thumb he was just enjoying the sensation to much to ask questions. Then the fuck started and there was no desire to turn back. The guy had not pistoned for very long before the kid began to feel warm and wet inside. The guy kissed him on the neck, pulled out and walked away. Only then did the cub put a finger to his hole and realize the guy had cum in him. He Immediately knew he shouldn't have allowed this, but every part felt so good. Before he got his pants pulled up a fifty year old pot bellied daddy with sunken cheeks stepped in behind him asking; "That was so fuckin hot kid. Can I have a turn?" Without thinking beyond 'one was fun, why not another ' the kid said, "Awe ... I guess so ... sure. " and leaned back into the tree. This guys average size cock slid in raw and soon was pumping a load deep into the delighted cub. That fuck had attracted a crowd and before he left the woods he had six more loads from six strangers marinating in his guts. He went back every day for a week and a half. Often being bred by new strangers, often by repeats and the pot bellied man with the sunken cheeks never missed a day of breeding the kid. The only reason he took a break was he woke up soaked with a high fever feeling like he'd been hit by a Mac truck. He knew Immediately what he was suffering from but didn't tell his folks. When he was well enough he ran away from home and had no trouble making his way by selling his ass. That's how he'd first met my generous benefactor. He'd rarely topped, but for a newbie he gave me a good, if not short, ride before blasting me full of his never medicated poz cum. Fuck me, what was I thinking. I should have had far more sense than that naive cub kid. But in this moment I completely understood how the thirst for a load, any load just takes over. And let's face it ,,, I wasn't fooling anyone including myself. I was especially enjoying knowing the fucking huge risk I was talking.

Love the new addition, so fucking hot.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 13. What Tom didn't know was that the moment he was blindfolded, two videographers had appeared around the sling, accurately recording every load of sperm injected into Tom. The cameras accurately record every man who ejaculates and what Tom's face looks like when the sperm is emptied into Tom's hole. Everyone can see that Tom was born to be a cumdump. You can see from Tom's face that he highly values every sperm load. Mark thought this would be an important piece of evidence for Tom in case he began to doubt the wisdom of letting the anon men empty their sperm into Tom's bare ass. You can also see from the video that sperm is always sperm. Tom's reaction is always exactly as horny whether it's the sperm of a fat man, a homeless man or a young muscular stud. The men who had a biohazard tattoo on their chest were no exception either. Equally grateful, Tom accepted the hot load of sperm. Another new man was about to fuck Tom's ass, when Mark came to Tom's side. Mark whispered if Tom wanted blindfold taken out. Tom nodded in agreement. It took Tom a while to get used to the light again, but soon he saw that this time he was being fucked by the reception clerk. After a while, Tom noticed that there was a small scorpion tattooed next to the clerk's cock. A bit later Tom realized what that meant. He had seen a similar tattoo in a video and remembered that the name of the video had been something like "Scorpio pozzes willing negative hole". Tom desperately looked into Mark's eyes, but couldn't get a word out of his mouth. Mark smiled, nodded and stroked Tom's head. “You just have to say if you want Peter to stop fucking. Peter will do it right away if you want”, said Mark. The problem was, Tom didn't want to. It was just as Mark had said earlier. Tom's ass was Tom's only sexual organ. Tom felt alive as the raw cock moved back and forth in Tom's ass, finally injecting his nectar of life deep into Tom's guts. "Yes breed me, please" was all that came out of Tom's mouth. At the same time, Tom noticed how one video camera was filming Tom's face, the other was filming the back and forth movement of Scorpio's cock in Tom's ass. The movements became more jerky and finally Peter released his sperm inside Tom. "Yeah, you little neg slut. Take my toxic sperm," shouted Peter. When Tom's heat leveled off a little, he asked Mark what those cameramen think they are doing. It is absolutely impossible that they can film Tom taking bare cocks and loads one after one in a sling. Mark comforted that the video will only be for Tom's own use, if he so wishes. Doesn't he remember how Blake had also been in the video and how hot the movie had looked. But it's entirely up to Tom who shows the movie. If Tom wants, he can also destroy the videos right at the end of the evening. But he still recommends that Tom at least watch the videos before they are destroyed. Again the new cock pushed into Tom's now wide open hole. Tom was no longer able to discuss the video with Mark because the new cock and man took all of Tom's attention. Tom thought he'd discuss this video thing with Mark later and once again surrendered to the wonderful filling sensation of a brand new raw cock.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 12. Mark asked how Tom felt about being fucked. Tom told Mark that he was almost in heaven and he had never felt anything so exciting. Mark said he knows the feeling, but he's sure there's another way to take the feeling even higher. Mark held up the leather blindfolds for Tom to see. Mark said that he was sure that blindfolded, Tom would be freed from all distractions and would be able to focus completely on what gives him the greatest satisfaction. Just to feel the throbbing cocks in Tom's ass. Tom was so horny again that he didn't remember to use his little brain. Mark handed the blindfolds to a man standing nearby, who secured the blindfolds to Tom's eyes. Again, Mark had been right. Tom was able to focus much more intensely on the rubbing sensation that Mark's cock was creating in Tom's ass. Tom could also hear the sounds around him better than before. The jingle of sling chains and the chattering comments of the men around. Suddenly Mark pulled out of Tom's ass and said that Tom's ass feels so good that he has to take a little break. Mark said he doesn't want to spray his sperm too fast. Tom's disappointment didn't last long as he felt the new cock on his ass and soon inside him. Tom guessed that this cock was shorter, but slightly thicker than Mark's. Very quickly the man grunted loudly and Tom felt the sperm squirt inside him. Again, the public made noise. "Yeah give him the seed", "Fill him up", "What a happy slut", "He needs more"... Tom flew in his own spheres. He could no longer keep count of how many different cocks had been thrust into him and how many loads of cum had been injected into his bare ass. Tom was also surprised that more men knew about Tom's birthday. Several men growled at the moment of releasing "take my gift". Mark had to tell the men that Tom had just turned 18 when they wanted to celebrate Tom with their gift.

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!"

Laying low for two days… My stay in the city has prolonged. He told me “stay” and I just stayed. Usually when someone tells me “stay”, I run… But I am the last who should complain. I know that I am not the right boyfriend material type. I never was and I never will. “Your quality is your total command of the moment… Even when you spin you are tottaly aware of the situation and the environment… and so easy to adapt. You could be a top…” “No thanks” was my answer and he laughed. That was the new spice… He was laughing more… more relaxed… nn a way that a top feels like he doesn’t need to give exams every time to any loser or self- centered bottom… Sometimes I feel that the loneliness of a Top is more heavier than of a tweaker bottom’s, like me, who doesn’t give a shit if he has an erection or not. The bottom’s role is to provide the hole for a cock to unload. The top’s to provide the cock… Life should be simple. But what is simple? Sex is not simple. And sex on chems and slamming make it even more complicated. Too much paranoia… too much of a scene that can go wrong… too much drama… And the drama usually unfolds after the second session… when reality and the real character comes to the surface. When the beast is fed and the beast needs to rest and the beast needs to have a name and a house and a life, other than the dungeon and a bed other than the sling and the most important a washer and a drier to clean up the mess from the whatever session has just ended… I am a cumdump. I am not a slave. I do not find pleasure from pleasing a Top by doing the domestic chores. But I am not ungrateful. I do stay back to help cleaning up the mess from the lube, the cum, the piss. or the bed sheets… People like that. And I have passed the test. I do not steal drugs or money or silverware… I never chit chat asking about other tricks and I provide the less information about tricks and joints… Sir seems to like the way I command my silence. And I like the way he commands his… And it is easy for him to read me … I do not want to read him. He respects that I am not trying to out- smart him. But again he has seen the film again. As I said bottoms can be so mean and so self- centered and so territorial… I played the game once.. and I became no better… So now on this journey I want to become better. Less wounds and less words. So silence is part of my shield. My way of not hurt and not getting hurt. Some times it works and some times it doesn’t. With Sir I found myself that I want to make it work. So I prolonged my stay. Packed my stuff from the hotel called home and work that I was not returning soon and went to his house. He gave me time to heal the veins… heal the scars of the needles… slept next to him… and no fuck … no piss… he was leaving in the morning around 9 am and was back at 1 pm… morning. I checked his library… Literature was there… Travel guides… and the whole collection of Phil Andros’ novels … long ago before the whole internet shit Phil Andros was the James Bond of our tribe… And he cooked… I ate what was on the plate… simple food but tasty enough… I needed energy… for what was coming next… The fourth night without sex he said… clean your self … tonight we have a full moon gathering… I cleaned as he ordered… a good cumdump has to know how to rinse his insides and keep the ass hairless… I like things clean… even my breath… mints are always in my pocket… next to the fresh bottle of poppers… He warned me… “You will be double slammed… you will be on your limits… you will be a peace of rug… There will be around 50 people… you will be bent over a picnic table… I will give you the slams… only me I will do the needles … but you will get the loads from anyone.. there will be three bottoms… all slam sluts like your kind… do not exchange pleasantries with anyone... your hole is what matters… if I hear a word other than “fuck me” the deal is off… and if someone tries to bite you or give you more pain you shout for me.. I will be around.. maybe fuck a cunt or two but I will be not far… “Will you fuck me too?”… “Do you want me to fuck you?” “No fuck or no slam is the same if you do not cum in me…” “I will fuck you no worries but bitch… don’t dare to fall in love with me…” I wanted to say don’t fall in love with me either but as I said I know when I have to stay mute… The drive was about 45 minutes… We came to a trailer park… some tracks… some bikes… barrels with fire… Chilly but I knew I was shivering because of the anticiapation… I was like a lamp destined for sacrifice… We arrived in the center of a playground... A ping pong table… No one was there, only the two of us… But I could feel others presence… eyes were watching us… hungry eyes… I checked the moon … full moon alright… he took my clothes… and ordered me to bend over.. ropes… and a cloth over my eyes… I was bend over the pick nick table on the edge… my arms spread … my hole like an offering… I could feel the cold surface of the wooden ping pong table… couldn’t move… the arms secured… hole and mouth still available… I could hear the footsteps approaching… I felt the pricks of two needles entering the same time in both arms.. and then the push of the chem in my veins… I coughed… Head spinning.. buzz… and a cock in my ass …. Spinning… and a cock in my mouth… and I became light so light I could fly… and there was some kind of chants… or maybe it was just moanings… no reason to make sense in what was happening… One more body next to me… the other bottoms arrived… yes the lambs were secured… the moon was satisfied… and the wolves ready to seed… One cock came in my ass… It took only four seconds before another one push its way in … “Are you Ok bitch” I heard the Viking whispering in my ear… “Say you love me and I will” I wanted to say but instead the only word I said was “More”… And at that very moment I understood… if there was God if there any kind of ancient worship of Moon and Earth… then I was there for a reason… to feel connected with forces that are beyond of any understanding… My holes, my slams, my soul, where nothing more than offerings to something beyond of logic or understanding. My path is not a self-destructive one as I thought until now… No there is a reason behind everything … and the only way to full fill my destination is to take all the cum all the cock all the slams… “Are you with me slut?” I heard my Viking ask as he bind both tourniquets… yes time for round two… A cock inside stopped without getting out… just time for the slam to register… I heard my voice say : “More”… And more I got…

I woke up... Not in my room… I am at the Viking’s house… King-size bed… Linen…. Nice warm comforter… Puffy pillows… He is sleeping next to me… A light snoring… close to a whisper. I like it… His body is spooning next to mine. He kept me warm, he kept me safe, he kept me his… That’s OK. The beast in me is fed. After whoring my ass in the 212 bath house deluxe room and collecting 23 loads and 5 slams he had said: “I can leave you here. On your knees like the whore you are… Getting even more loads… adding lines of marker of your back… or you can come with me, obeying my orders and be my boy until I release you from my keep…. You have 30 seconds to decide”. It only took me three seconds to decide. “I will come with you Sir”. “Good. We go to my house. It is a test. If you steal from me I will know. If you do not behave with respect to my property you will be punished. If you try to harm me in any way I will kill you. And… I don’t fuck slam whores in my bed… You will sleep… I will sleep… maybe I’ll touch you… I may caress you… but I won’t fuck you. Not in my bed.” We went to the showers together… Same stall under the running water… he helped me clean by rubbing my back from the marker’s prints… 23 lines… “Clean your ass… I do not want your ass leaking diseased cum. I will wait for you at the counter. I will call for a cab. Don’t make me wait.” I cleaned my ass… It was sore. The ass lips swollen… soft, but nice. Cum, lube, piss and water coming out from my hole… until I was clean… I must confess I was tired from the fucking and the slams… I checked my veins on my arms. The marks were there… My war medals from the last 36 hours… My heroic statement… I did good… He should have been proud.. I was a very well behaved chem slut. Didn’t lose my manners even after 5 slams… I didn’t mumble nonsense… On the contrary his orders were usually “Don’t hide in silence… Talk to me…” And I talked… And I said everything… hmmmm… almost everything… and he seemed to understand… Probably because he could sense that I understood him as well… But when he told me he wanted to take me back to his house I have to say that he took me by surprise… I am used to be left alone in the a bathhouse room to wipe with the towel, or leaning on a tree at the park with my ass leaking from some stranger’s cum to put my trousers back on, alone again, or on a chair in a porn theater taking a handkerchief and wipe the cum from my moustache, alone but not lonely… Because these are the rules of engagement.. You do what you have to do… you get fucked, you fuck, you take cum, you seed the whore, but… when the deed is done you leave… Alone. No prisoners taken. It is not a date. It is a fuck encounter. In a sauna you do not ask for a boyfriend material. You do not go hunting the slings to find your husband… You hardly want to see the face again of the man who saw the beast in you… Well sometimes you do… Sometimes you hope he will tell you “Can I get your number?” or “Can I see you again?” but I am not that kind of guy... I usually run… hide myself in my silence…. My boxes are so well organized… No room for leaks. Sex is sex. Work is work. Boyfriend material is found in a Concert House. Fuck buddies are found when I am hanging on a sling. Slam buddies are the secret garden of my existence. I know how to control my boxes, how to make clear borders and territories… where they start and where they end… Linen sheets in a double bed demand respect. So I know the importance of respecting Sir’s limits and expectations when he asked me to come and crush at his place. In his blue grey eyes when he was pushing the needle with the chems in my arms, or when he was seeding my ass, or when he let others to breed me with sperm, or when he was marking my back with lines I felt he cared, some other times I saw contempt… some other times I even saw respect… but what I saw was not enough to expect his proposal to share the sleep… In my poor slutty mind, sharing the sleep is the ultimate test… I can let others fuck me, breed me, slam me, piss in me, but I am in that Box…. The Box of the Cum Slut… The territory is known … I know what to expect and what is expected by a slam whore like me… But sleep in a stranger’s bed whom I met few hours ago? In his own bed? That is an unknown territory… The intimacy is a land where I do not visit often. It is tricky… Because when you wake up you become a man with identity. You have to say where you are from … what kind of job you do… the hobbies and the whole nine yard agenda that make us human. And to be human after 23 marks in your back, 7 slams and a face of a still hungry beast is another Box… Yes… there is always a price we pay for the borders and the territories… Do I want to know who he is? Am I going to be disappointed by who he really is… Is he going to be disappointed by the real ME? He opened his eyes… He caught me staring at him… The blue grey Viking eyes penetrating my soul. “Do not look at me when I am not looking at you… Do not try to predict… and do not try to read me… Do you understand?” “Yes sir” I said… “I need to piss. Follow me…” He got up from the bed. Loved the way he walked over the wooden floor… Big bathroom…. White marble and big mirrors… led me to the shower… “Put some soap in your ass…” I did… and then leaned over the marble… The position of a whore… I am well trained… My ass lips were swollen from the fucking of the previous hours so I must confess it was not easy to receive his cockhead at the very first seconds… And he was big… he was thick .. he was uncut… and fully erect… But I am a piss whore… A cumslut… I was not going to complain. All over the mirrors our reflection… two beasts connecting. Me, offering my hole … Him, with closed eyes concentrating and then losing his blender in my ass… Hot piss… I started feeling a slight buzz… chem piss… my kind of breakfast. He started piss fucking me… Noises of piss escaping my ass… He seemed to enjoy it … Didn’t need poppers… didn’t need anything… Just his chem piss and the sight of our mating from the bathroom mirrors… “Now, look at me fucking you under the light…. I give you the permission… And look at yourself… No dark rooms… no sauna slings… Look yourself in the mirror… A chem slut… A piss whore… That’s who you are… And now concentrate just in you.. not me… Do not look at me… I am just a cock in your ass… No more, no less… Look at you and only you… Damn, you are still tight… I am close to give you another poz load… Look at yourself… you hold too much… you ask for release and then you built walls and fucking defenses… I should have left you in that fucking basement…” And he kept on fucking… telling me about what he has planned for me. About the room where he plays with the sling and the fuck bench, the new Tina he ordered… about the double slams he was going to prep for my veins… and the guests he has already invited to arrive in a few hours And he kept on fucking… And I saw myself in the bathroom mirror… piss squishing, escorted by his cum… deep in my inner walls… music in my ears indeed… And I thought… “Yes, I am safe… I am still in the same Box… The same border… the same territory…”