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I was numb for the next three days. I scratched together enough funds from my dwindling student loan to rent a cabin on the edge of a secluded lake. I limited my alcohol consumption to a bottle of red wine per day. I cooked good meals for myself. I hiked, did stretches and skinny dipped. I totally surprised myself and spent a significant amount of this alone time reading. I ripped through ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance’. I jerked off to the amazing erotica gay novel Totem, about a young guy that services the men that don’t want to use the women in a turn of the century brothel. I deeply related to the promiscuity of this lead character and was jealous of his opportunities to be fucked and bred freely long before the AIDS pandemic. I would have done far better in school if I’d been free to write a book report on a novel like that. And I skimmed through ‘The Joy of Gay Sex’. Of course, I spent a lot of time lusting over the erotic sketches. After the third day the numbness started to melt from my body and mind. A Zen attitude of calm acceptance and ‘observing the observer’ as they say settled more deeply into my bones. When I got home, I went into my volunteer shift at the fire hall. Things were very quiet that evening, no calls. Most of the guys were either doing maintenance chores on the trucks and hoses or working out in the well stocked gym. I folded some hoses, stored them away safely and then found myself lifting weights in the gym. The fire fighter I lusted after most came along and offered to spot me. I could feel every cell of my body warm as I gazed up at this handsome silver fox daddy. He was in workout shorts that emphasized his well muscled thighs, and a low-cut muscle t that showed off his densely haired muscular chest, bared his rugged shoulders and his well-developed arms. He was my dream fuck and I was afraid of sprouting a boner every time I saw him. With him standing over my head I was losing the battle with my chub. As we worked out, he warmly started our chat. He cut right to the point letting me know he was impressed with the change in me. I thought I knew what he was talking about but asked him to ‘say more please.’ He wondered what I had done to be so much calmer and appear more self confident. I told him about the ‘time out’ I had just given myself. He was full of questions about where I’d gone and what I had done to make the time useful. I told him about reading ‘Zen and the Art …’ and he shared how much he had enjoyed that book. How it had helped him clarify own and accept his own unique value system. Then he asked if I’d read anything else. I was relieved when he didn’t know the novel, Totem. I didn’t mention ‘The Joy of Gay Sex.’ That’s when he dropped what felt like a bomb to me. He freely shared that he had just read the underground diary of a ‘Gay Escort’. He had loved it and felt deeply affirmed! “So, you are gay?” I bluntly asked. “You hadn’t guessed?” He seemed genuinely baffled. “Well, I might have hoped.” I confessed. “So, are you expecting me to believe you didn’t take any gay porn magazines to this secluded cottage, or have an adventure or three on you hikes?” “How I wish.” I began confessing morefully. I opened up about the erotic nature of the novel I had read and I told him about ‘The Joy of Gay Sex.’ He let me know this was one of his favorite coffee table books along with an Andy Warhall collection of erotic gay photos. I blurted all about the breakup with Fred which spurred my time out. He listened so well I told him everything. The fire hall calendar shoot. I reminded him I was part of 'The Full Monty'. I even confessed about the extra curricular photo shoot that led to me loosing my virginity. I wasn't going to let on about getting bred that first time. But he asked if it had been safe sex. I couldn't lie to him and he showed no judgement or surprise. He did pry and ask how many guys had fucked me. I confessed I'd lost track, but admitted to quite a few. Had they all bred me? My 'yes' was a combination of hesitation and boast. “Do you want to come by after our shift and have a look at my coffee table books ?” He asked “Honestly? I could do that?” my boner was very obvious. “By the look of that tent we may do more than look at coffee table books.” He grinned. Our shift flew by, and I was soon following him to his place. “Do you drink?” He asked as I settled in at the coffeetable. “How about a cranberry, vodka martini?” “Sounds great!” I responded enthusiastically. After the second martini he put his powerful hand on my thigh and asked if I wanted to see his ‘playroom.’ I gulped and he took my hand saying; “I’ll take that as a yes.” I was led into the basement. The first room was a well-equipped home gym. We passed through this and a heavy door into an amazing sex dungeon. I’d read about these and seen pictures, but had never been inon.e. My skin crawled with lust and my ass felt a magnetic attraction to the St. Andrew’s cross and fuck bench. That was until I saw the sling in the farthest corner. ‘Holy fuck’ I though, ‘This is amazing!’ I blurted. “So, what captures your attention? We’ve got all night, I’m off for the next four days. Let’s start by getting naked.” He watched as I started to unbutton my shirt, so I made it a slow reveal. Same with my jeans and briefs. He was mesmerized and never took his eyes off me.. When I stood before him stark naked I said; “Your turn.” He performed a delightful strip tease. The crescendo finish was his sizable cock springing from his briefs, and the sight of my first Prince Albert other than in pictures. It was my turn to be mesmerized. “Do you like the PA?” he asked. “That and the member it presents with.” I responded. “Right answer. Now come over here and let’s establish any rules or boundaries we might need.” He led me to a long slim table along the wall. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. “Yes, or no?” he queried. I pulled a bottle of Vaseline out of the same drawer and placed it beside the condoms; “You only get to use those if you use this for lube.” I responded and smiled. “I like the way your mind works.” He picked up the box and tossed it in a waste basket. “I was pretty sure we wouldn’t need those nasty things from your earlier confessions.” He opened the next drawer and there was an assortment of dildos. “I’m pretty big soft, but I am a grower. I’m going to need you to choose which of these I’ll use to open you up.” I didn’t choose the smallest, about 4 inches and quite thin, nor the largest, 16 inches and forearm thick. My selection started at 7 inches with an average cock girth, 9 inches, definitely thicker and a 12 incher, as thick as a beer can. “Excellent choices. Those should work quite well.” He proclaimed this before pointing at the things hanging on the wall over the table. “So which of these would you choose, or would you prefer my bare hand, or are you not into getting spanked? I do like to play a bit rough but you need to decide and let me know your limits.” “Spanking? I’ve never given it much thought. That said, any bare part of you is always welcome, … and lets experiment with this paddle and this flogging leather.” “What are your limits. Lite enough for no reddening, red welts ok, or are you into getting marked maybe even leaving with a whip cut that could scar?” “Fuck man, do some guys like that?” I was more than a bit flummoxed by the enquiry. “Some do. But we’ll start gentle and work up to your limit. Now where? St. Andrews cross? fuck bench? I think you are probably a sling kind of guy.” “You read my mind. Although I’d like to try all three at some point. Especially the cross when it comes to bondage.” “Oh, we have time for all three and more. Let’s get you into this sling.” He helped me in and lowered the top of my body, so my mouth was in the perfect location to service his cock. When I complained about the PA hitting my teeth, he took it off. I insisted he would need to put it back on when he went to fuck me. “Oh, I have a bigger gaged one for that, I assure you.” I went to work with my mouth and was glad I had chosen such a large dildo. His member was mammoth, bigger than anything I had ever managed in my ass before. Satisfied he was hard he moved and dove in to rim my hole. Fingers and tongue were soon penetrating my happy ring. The first dido slid in quite easily with only spit for lube. I’d never had a dildo in my ass before this. I thought ‘if this is what a condomed cock feels like I want no part of them.' The second required lube. I was amused he used Vaseline. There was no way the third was going in even my stretched hole. After three aborted tries he introduced me to poppers. Heat flooded my body, my head spun, and my heart started pounding like a deasil engine. I was terrified, that was until my ass relaxed and sucked the big dildo in to the hilt. I had never felt so full in my life, but the fear had vanished and the rush from the poppers had me panting; “Fuck yeah, more, more.” He was spurred on to pull the big dildo out and drive it back in a dozen times. He then coached me to take three big huffs of the poppers. I was glad I was held safe by the sling, I never could have kept standing. He inserted his biggest gage PA through his cock, lubed it and worked it into my vulnerable hole. The cold on my hot ass was such a unique experience. My ass couldn’t wait for me to savour this experience and sucked his monster in balls deep. During the best fuck of my life so far, he would popper me up every few minutes. I didn’t want this to end, but I also grew impatient to experience his climax. I began to beg; “Breed me, cum in my ass.” I was devastated with his response. He pulled completely out. My ass gaped and cool air flooded in. What was he doing? Then I realized he was jerking his big tool with the slit at my hole. Soon he bellowed “I’m cuming!” And at the same moment he plunged back into me deep flooding my insides with rope after rope of his hot load. Even before his member deflatied he pulled out and my mouth was presented with his slime covered tool. I sucked and licked it clean with fervour. I was no sooner done than he feltched out my creamy hole and snowballed what seemed like a gallon of his cum tainted with my ass juices and a hint of Vaseline. “How be we move you to my St. Andrew’s Cross for an introduction to bondage, spanking and if you’re up to it whipping? That will give me time to recharge” I wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity for another fuck. I was soon strapped onto the cross. My inner exhibitionist was disappointed there wasn’t an audience it felt so good to be strapped up naked for show. He started by gently tapping my ass cheeks with his hand. I laughed and told him I could take harder. He slapped my ass, and it felt great. “Sure more!” I encouraged. My cheeks were turning red and to my amazement I loved the sting. He came very close fed poppers to my nostrils and whispered seductively in my ear, “I think you are enjoying this. I think you’d enjoy it even more with witnesses. What do you say?” “Fuck, you’ve read my mind. Is there anyone you can invite over quickly.” “I knew that would be your answer, there are five of my fuck buddy friends waiting in my home gym.” “You’re mocking me.” I don’t know how he signaled them, but they came through the door. Five muscular hunky men all attired in only jock straps. I couldn’t believe my eyes. They all came close and petted my naked prone body. Two kissed my red hand welted ass. My senses climbed very closely to overwhelm. “OK guys, you’ll all get your chance later. First, the show.” He proclaimed. Two of the guys brought him the biggest dildo I had already experienced and a ping pong paddle. He ceremonially worked the dido into my well lubricated ass. Then he started to hit my already red ass checks with the paddle. The first smacks were substantial but I asked for more. The smacking and pain kept growing and the audience was groaning in sympathy for my red ass. I knew I had my audience hooked and I had no intention of passing up the opportunity to perform. “Harder!” I yelled. The next smacks reverberated throughout the room. When I didn’t faint from the pain, I made a request; “Fuck man, I need your biggest dildo. And, I want you to whip me while one of these guys fucks it into me.” The guys cheered and a volunteer grabbed the toy from the drawer. Actually, he first pulled the second biggest and I shook my head. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Bring me more poppers.” I demanded with determination. As the head of the 16 inch very thick dildo penetrated my ring my fireman friend lightly kissed my back with his leather whip. “I said whip me, not stroke me.” His intensity increased as the massive artificial cock inched its way into my super stretched ass. I was now being fed poppers non-stop and sucking them in like life-giving oxygen. I managed to growl, “Harder, for fuck sake, harder!” My torturer asked with deep concern; “I’m starting to leave welts, I don’t want to scar you.” All I could think was, ‘I’ll never do this again and I’m not giving up in front of this audience.’ So I cried out; “Slay me until that thing is into me too the hilt.” The beating began and the moment I heard the guy fucking the dildo into my ass say it was to the hilt I fainted. I couldn’t have been out for more than a few seconds. I awoke with my torturers in my face asking if I was ok. I took a brief moment to assess. The stinging on my back was at an 11 out of 10. My ass and guts felt like they were being torn apart. I moaned; “Is it still in me?” When the answer was yes I asked cockillie; “How many of you want to fist me when it comes out? No need to waste this ass stretching.” One of the voices spoke up; “You should be careful what you ask for.” ‘You’re up first!” I crowed As I feasted on a steady diet of poppers gallons of Crisco lubed my ass as three muscular arms were worked into me up to the elbow. The fourth was a little guy who almost got in to his armpit. He assured me he’d done this a few times before. He pulled back leaving his fist inside. He inserted his cock and began to masterbate himself. He announced his release for all to hear. Nothing had ever felt so fucking intimate before nor since. I began to wonder if my insides would ever shift back to there normal locations. I was ceremonially released from the cross and the group of men tenderly bathed me in a huge soaker tub. I was given a sedative and pain killers and slept soundly for the next 10 hours. I never left his house for the next three days as a none stop string of his friends stopped by to raw fuck and breed my ass. He’d kept a tally. 64 loads had been pumped into me by him and 24 of his friends. As I finally left, he tenderly asked me how I was doing. “I’m a little worse for the ware and tare. I went to far pushing you to flog me. I learned a lesson there. And I won't be requesting fisting again. Although if they all ended with a cock jerked in me ... that was fuckin mind blowing. But the rest of it ... honestly I feel like a million dollars.” “Sounds like you’ve found your calling.” He assured me

Part 4 The next day, Alex couldn’t shake the thought of hunters cock fucking him. It was all he could think about, an insatiable craving tugging at him. Desperate to satisfy it, he went online, scrolling through endless videos of porn. That’s when he stumbled upon something strange—a video guys fucking with intricate tattoos. The designs were captivating, he quickly looked up why they meant and was shocked. Alex realized that not every cock was for him he had to be safe. Still, Alex’s desire only grew stronger while jerking off during a video of someone saying “take this poz load” Alex rock hard that he snapped. He needed a real one—something he could taste, feel, devour. He quickly downloaded a gay app, finding someone nearby who could give him what he craved. Minutes later, Alex got a ping from a faceless torso hot six pack gym photo, I can be there in 10 the message read Alex then found himself outside, waiting. A black pickup truck with tinted windows pulled up, he pulled the the windows and said “ hey we good?” Alex nodded yes, The guy was wearing a black hat and had a bit of stubble on his jaw. He was undeniably attractive, and the tension between them was instant. Without a word, Alex climbed into the truck and they drove off to a nearby park. The late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the empty grounds. It was quiet, secluded—perfect. Alex’s heart raced as they parked, a thrill running through him. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. “Wow, man, you’re hot,” the stranger murmured, eyes lingering on Alex. Blushing, Alex replied shyly, “Thanks. You too.” Without hesitation, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a deep, heated kiss, the world around them fading into the background. Breaking the kiss, the stranger reached for Alex’s ass, “wow that’s a nice ass” while Alex reached over to feel the man’s cock “your cocks so big” Alex said quietly thinking in his head wow and it’s not even out of his pants yet. The stranger took off his shorts and pulled out his uncut cock he must of been about 9 inches. Alex looked down It looked irresistible and inviting, Alex’s hands trembled with excitement as he went down on him. The hot man musk intoxicated him, tasting the sweetness to much pre cum he devoured it. The stranger fingers moved across to Alex’s hole slowly teasing him, Alex was savoring every moment. “Didn’t bring a condom?” Alex asked breathlessly. The stranger chuckled, reaching into the glove compartment and pulled one out. “Yes.” The stranger put on the condom and began kissing Alex eyes never leaving each others. Alex was laying on his back in the back seat his legs over the strangers shoulders and he slowly began to enter Alex. Each inch sent a shiver through him, the pleasure building with every second. His eyes stayed locked on the stranger’s, a silent conversation passing between them, they wanted to fuck. “Oh man,” the stranger gasped between trusts, “your ass feels amazing. This is… so good.” “Yeah? Fuck me!” Alex said. “Fuck yeah fucking your boy hole so hard, take it “ the stranger said his eyes on Alex’s “I want it.”Alex screamed. The stranger was nearing his limit “I’m getting close boy where do you want it?” Alex’s head spun with the overwhelming indulgence. “Inside me… fuck me .” The stranger smirked, watching him “oh I’ll cum inside you fuck yeah take it slut ahhhhh” and the stranger shot his loud deep inside. Alex then shot also with him touching his cock, “Thank you, sir,” he said softly, glancing at the cock as it left his hole. He was stunned to see no condom had he really just taken it bare? How did that happen?. Quickly, Alex slipped out of the truck, his legs unsteady as he stood. “I can walk from here,” he said, closing the door behind him. As the truck drove off, Alex took a deep breath and wandered into the quiet park, he needed to find a washroom the fading daylight casting long shadows around him. His mind spun with everything that had just happened, unsure if it was a dream or something far more real.

As tempted as I was to be livid with myself for making the effort to go to a safe sex party and then with my first encounter totally destroy any credibility of my pledge, I remained calm and accepting. I had tried depression and despair, I hide tried judgement and shame. They had only fit like heavy energy wasting cloaks. Accepting the needs of my exhibitionist seemed to be far more life giving. Then I met Fred. I met him at a Saturday morning farmer’s market. There was something about him that emboldened me to invite him for a coffee after he was sold out and his truck was packed away. He was like the dark-haired opposite to my blondness. From the tuft of hair at the throat of his shirt I was pretty sure he shared my bodies hairiness. Our chat was relaxed and enjoyable, with just a hint of mutual flirt. We exchanged numbers and committed to a follow up date. On that date we both expressed our amazement that we had not ended up in bed having animalistic sex. Then we committed to taking this slow, whatever it was meant to be. No sex until at least the fifth date. I was astounded I had not only agreed to but even proposed such a preposterous thing. On my way home from that very date my car pulled into the cruising woods parking lot all on its own. I lied to myself that I had only meant no sex with him until at least the fifth date. I left the parking lot with three loads in my ass. The next night, in a cozy booth, in an Italian restaurant Fred laughed about how hard he had fought to keep himself from putting on some porn and masturbating after he got home. He’d had a long hot bath instead, slept like a baby, and woke incredibly proud of himself in the morning. He thanked me for my preposterous proposal. I smiled and cautiously asked, “So you think no sex means no porn?” “Yeah, of course.” He laughed, “Don’t worry, if you didn’t think that’s what you meant and beat off last night I can forgive you. You get a do over. No sex starts now. No porn until after our fifth date. Two to go after tonight.” “Rriiiiggghht!” I stretched the word hoping for comedic. He seemed to buy it We both desperately wanted to fuck so rushed the next two dates into breakfast the next morning, and drinks and a game the next day. We bee-lined to my student digs as soon as we could. The moment the door closed we ripped each other’s clothes off. My back was on the bed and heals in the air before he could say ‘Bob’s my uncle.’ He smiled at me, kinked his head, and it was his turn to stretch out “Rriiiggghht!” This didn’t stop him from diving for my hole with his mouth. Fred knew how to rim and tongue fuck. My ass almost went into orgasms this oral treatment felt so good. When he stood and teased my hole with the tip of his seven-inch erection he was smiling again; “You love my naked cock head teasing your hole don’t you?” “Mmmmm, yeah.” Was all I could manage. “Next thing you’ll ask me to just put the tip in before I suite up. Right?” “I can’t lie. I love skin on skin. I’m so fuckin turned on by you right now. Just the tip?” “First the naked tip, then balls deep, then just a little fucking and you’ll ask me not to cum in you. I know how this goes.” He was not annoyed but he stepped back and asked where I kept the condoms. Only then I remembered they had never been brought in from my car. “Ummm … they’re umm … out in my car. I’m sorry, but I’m okay with doing it without. We both want this.” He leaned in to kiss me and I thought the fuck was back on. After a sweet peck he pulled back and said “We do. Just safely.” Like a petulant child I wined; “But I hate condoms. I want to feel you skin to skin. I want you to shoot your baby makers inside me.” “You sweet talker. Sounds like a great plan.” He responded. “Great, fuck me now!” I blurted “I’d love to, but my cocks not going into you without a condom. Well at least not until we’ve both had time to be tested. So, either one of us go to your car right now or we’ll have to go to plan B.” “What’s plan B?” I wondered out loud. He engulfed my hard cock in his mouth and three fingers began to vigorously fuck my ass. When he pulled off to catch his breath he asked if I liked plan B. “I love plan B if it includes a chance to suck you off. Could that be arranged?” He was already climbing on the bed moving us into 69 position. With his cock deep down my throat I felt him reposition my tool in his mouth and a finger slid into my ass. His finger soon found my prostate and messaged away. It was not long before I was blasting deep down his throat. He moved up and laid beside me kissing me with his cummy lips. I went back to work on his beautiful erection for the next ten minutes. It was all I could do to keep myself from climbing up and mounting his cock with my ass. I swear he could read my mind, “You’re thinking about sitting on my raw cock and riding me like a bareback horse aren’t you.” I pulled off his cock long enough to say, “You can’t blame me, can you?” and I went right back to work with my mouth. “And you want to ride me until I unload painting your guts, right?” I didn’t have time to answer. His geyser was flooding my throat. “Let’s get tested tomorrow.” He said enthusiastically I was so proud of myself as I closed my door when he was leaving. I’d finally had sex and not ended up with the guys load in my ass. I’d had safe sex. Furthermore, he was willing to get tested so we could have condomless sex. This was a brilliant solution. As long as I only had sex with him, I wouldn’t need to worry anymore about safe sex. The two weeks wait for the results of the tests were excruciating. As well as my terror, I was certain my test would come back positive, there was holding off on our sex lives. Plan B was fine, and we used it often, but it just wasn’t real fucking. And we both ached to do it. We counted the days like waiting for Christmas. I had a further burden. My car kept wanting to go to the cruising forest. I lost the battle on the last night of the wait. At least I managed to restrict the sex to sucking down one guys load before I fled to safety. We got together for lunch so we could go to the clinic to get our results. As he predicted his tests were all clear. To my amazement so were mine. We made plans to meet at my digs that night and fuck like rabbits. His instructions were clear; “Don’t bring those fucking condoms up from your car.” I didn’t. I would never tell Fred, but the next day I went to another clinic and used a false name to have a second check. I was certain the first had been a false negative. This however didn’t stop or inhibit me for our celebratory fuck. Before the door was even closed we were tearing each other’s clothes off. I was no sooner naked than I was on my back with my feet in the air. He moved to dive down and eat my ass but I stopped him. “I prelubed with Vaseline just in case you tried to fool me with your own condoms. Get that naked cock in my starving ass right now.” He spread out the cock tip tease at my hole as long as he could. He was driving me crazy, and he loved it. “You ready for the tip?” he asked. “I was ready two weeks ago.” I complained. He breached my ring. The pain was exquisite. “Ok, ready for half my raw cock before I pull out and suite up.” He teased. “Vaseline! The condom won’t last two minutes.” I teased back. “Then I’ll just have to …” as he pushed in balls deep. After so many weeks it felt amazing to have the heat of a man’s cock resting inside my ass. We kissed passionately and then he asked; “Are you ready for more?” He didn’t wait for my answer and started pounding away. His hands had a vice grip on my shoulders and held me solid against his piston blasts. Only a dozen pumps in and he was grunting as his hot cum filled my insides. We cuddled for a half hour and we were ready for round two. I got him hard with my mouth and then sat on him guiding his naked cock into my dripping hole. I road him for a full hour before he blasted the second load into me. As we cuddled, I asked if he was good for three. He wasn’t very confident but said he would try. I worked his cock forever with my mouth until he admitted he was close. I jumped up and mounted his cock and he was soon spewing his babies all over my gut walls. He collapsed into a deep sleep beside me. I fingered my dripping ass and sucked off all the cum and asa juices.This satisfied me for a few minutes, but I was soon craving more cock and cum. As great as sharing my bed with him was, I couldn’t get the cruising woods out of my mind. I finally fell into a fitful sleep. The next two weeks were terrifying as I secretly waited for the results of the second test. This didn’t stop me from our daily unsafe sexual exploits. The sex with Fred was great, but I knew it also bored me. Every time I passed the cruising woods I had to fight the car from pulling in. I was so relieved when I left the second clinic with a negative result that I leaned against my car to regain the breath I had been holding. When I opened my eyes I saw the clinic shared their parking lot with an adult bookstore. Even though I had never been to one before I decided what better place to celebrate. I could suck a cock or three through a glory hole, have a great time, and Fred would never be the wiser. Within moments of entering, I was in a booth with a big fat cock in my mouth. I hadn’t bothered to peek at the body attached to the cock. I just sucked on it with relish and abandon. I got some sense that he might be getting close and without thinking stood, spun around, and backed my ass onto his naked cock. He unloaded in me immediately. When I came to my senses I thought; ‘Fuck, what a waist of that second test.’ “Fuck it!” I said out loud to no one. I heard him leave his booth and someone take his place. A small flaccid cock came through the glory hole and my mouth instinctively glommed onto it. When it was hard I quickly pushed into my ass. Through the gloryhole on the other side of the booth I could now see a guy’s face. He called quietly, “So is he doing you raw?” I responded, “Stick your boner through that hole and you can find out firsthand.” Within moments his long slender hard on was poking through the hole and just as quickly I spun and pushed my ass onto his naked cock. He unleashed deep inside me as we coupled. The guy through the other hole was now watching and suggested I open my door. I followed instructions and he entered my booth leaving the door wide open. He was a middle-aged fat man. I didn’t care. I bent against the back wall and he fucked me with great relish. After he deposited his load three more guys were watching through the open door. I motioned for them to come in and one after the other they quickly fucked and added their loads. No one said anything about condoms. I crawled into bed with Fred that night with six strangers’ questionable sperm in my ass. I was relieved when he didn’t start with his mouth at my ass. When he reached for the Vaseline I cracked and told him we wouldn’t need that. With no further questions he plunged into my sloppy hole balls deep. “So, how many guys fucked and bred you today?” He was calm as a cucumber. “Six.” “No wonder it’s making such a sloshing sound. Well, mine will make seven, and it’ll be the last load you ever get out of me. I’m not mad. I’ve known your true nature all along. You’re not the monogamous type. And I’d be willing to open our relationship, but I also know you couldn’t commit to using condoms. I should have just listened to you the first night and gone ahead and fucked you while the condoms were in your car. But then we wouldn’t have had these awesome few weeks.” He proceeded to make such gentle caring love to me. He was jerking me off as we came together. Him as promised in my ass, me all over my hairy tummy. He collapsed into a full body hug on top of me and I collapsed into tears. He just kept holding me and the tears progressed to wailing. He just rocked me like a baby. He kept this up until I was gasping to get my breath. He wiped tears from my eyes and cooed; “There, there my pet. You’ll be alright.” When I was completely over my cry he said to me, “Come along, get dressed, I know just what you need.” I had no idea what he was suggesting but was too drained to put up a fight or resist. He drove me to the cruising woods, had me strip and lean against a tree. As guys fucked and bred my ass he went and scouted out more coaching them to take me raw and egging them on until they made their deposits. We left as the sun was rising and I had seventeen guys cum marinating in my ass. Fred dropped me back home and I never saw him again. So much for a relationship and monogamy to keep my sex life safe.

I awoke the next morning feeling strangely calm. No panic or depression blanketed me. Yes, the exhibitionist had gone too far, of that there was no question. But I also knew I needed to acknowledge and find safe places to let the exhibitionist out. I had overheard some of the guys at the firehall sing the praises of Craig’s list to arrange ‘hookups’ so for the first time I checked it out. I typed ‘safe sex, gay’ in the search bar and a couple dozen adds popped up. All but one were from individuals looking for a safe hookup. The one remaining ad took and held my attention if was for a ‘safe sex party’ on the upcoming Friday night. It promised 2 dozen guys who would sign a pledge on entering the venue, ‘they promised to only engage in safe sex, only fucking with condoms.’ ‘Perfect’ I thought, and made arrangements to be at the venue when the doors opened. There were plenty of hunky guys in the entry line, and the energy crackled with flirtation. I signed my pledge form stripped down to my jock strap and made my way to the bar. I was relieved to hear they would keep a running tab for me to settle up when I left. I bought shots for the three of us waiting at the bar, and out of gratitude the other two did the same. I walked away happily a little tipsy with a Gin and Tonic to nurse. Guys were still arriving, but the action had already started. As I sipped away at my drink I watched a couple of blow jobs, a few guys rimming and saw one top suite up and enter his eager bottom’s ass. I was feeling great and confident, in the safety of a committed crowd I wouldn’t fall into my stupid risky behaviour. I had staked out a good location to watch when a very tall slim bear cub slipped in beside me and moved his big hand to rest on my exposed ass cheek. I quickly looked him over from head to toe. His nicely formed head was shaved and a trim beard framed his handsome face with bedroom blue eyes. His smile was intoxicating. As I mentioned he was slim but his body was beautifully hairy. His thong underwear crotch was clearly almost bursting with an already semi hard on. I followed his bold move with my ass and grabbed his cloth covered cock. His first words to me were; “You want to sample this cock don’t you? And I don’t mean with your sweet mouth.” “Fuck me, what gave me away?” I responded “Your sexy jock is a dead give away.” By this point one of his fingers had found and penetrated my hole. He bent over and kissed me on the lips. “Come with me, I know the best place to fuck you.” As I followed him, I enquired; “So have you been to one of these party’s before? You seem to know your way around.” “Oh fuck man, many times. These parties are a blast.” “Yeah, I was drawn to a place with safe sex.” I blurted. I was led to a private dark nook away from most of the action and swept up in passionate making out. More than one moistened fingers were pushed up my ass. He stopped kissing me long enough to ask, “Do you mind if I get out of this thong?” “I’d mind if you didn’t!” I responded with laughter. I was moving to take his massive member in my mouth when he turned me and bent me against the black wall. His tongue was soon joining his fingers tickling and delighting my ass. I wasn’t hiding my moans of pleasure. At just the right moment he rose up behind me and hugged me from behind. The hair of his body felt amazing on my back. He began to nibble on my ear as his foreskin moved around my hole. He soon must have retracted it because the sensation on my sensitive ass changed. His raw mushroom head felt amazing teasing my hairy hole. The pleasure of my moans increased unmistakably. “You like my raw cock head teasing your hole, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear. I just moaned all the more. “How much of a rule breaker are you anyway? Tell me you want me to put the tip in, just the tip.” He teased. “Oh yeah, just the tip, you know me.” He was already increasing the pressure with his mushroom head at my hole as I continued. “But I can’t. I promised, I signed the pledge.” “Just the tip won’t break the pledge. Besides you know as well as I do breaking the rules makes it all the more exciting.” The tip had already penetrated my ring before he finished. I gasped in pain, but the gasp couldn’t hide the equal measure of delight. “How’s it feel to have broken your safe sex pledge?” he taunted. ”Magnificent, too bad there’s not an audience.” I confessed. He turned my head to notice the three guys standing in the light at the entrance to our nook. Each had an erection in their hands. “If we’re gonna break the rules you may as well bottom out in me with your naked cock.” I said loud enough for the audience to hear. He pushed balls deep in one swift move. This gasp was unmistakably pleasure with only a slight ting of pain. Asking for our observers; “How many times have you had a naked cock up this ass?” Quickly tabulating, I blurted a number. I had no idea if it was right, I don’t even remember if I said 6 or 7. “Great slut, and how many sheathed cocks have graced this hungry ass?” again he asked to the other guys watching. “None.” I said dejectedly. “None? You’ve always given up this ass without the use of a condom. You have heard of AIDS haven’t you?” “Doesn’t scare me one bit!” I lied with anger fueled false confidence. “And how many of those guys shot their load up your ass?” he challenged. I stepped up to the challenge, I had an audience; “Every one of them, every one of their anonymous breeding’s, 100 %” “And here you are with a raw cock up your ass at a ‘safe sex party’. You are a rule breaker, aren’t you? Are you man enough to tell these guys what you really want from me.” “Finish destroying my pledge, fuck and breed me with these guys as your witness. Make sure I leave hear with cum dripping out of my risk taking, rule breaking, slutty ass.” Yup, fuck me he did. And as his long slender erection shot all over my guts he bellowed; “Breeding your rule breaking ass!” He then encouraged our observers to follow his lead. Two of them slipped into my cum dripping ass, quickly raw fucked me and shot off their seed. When I returned to the bigger room a guy stepped away from watching a hot scene and blocked my path. “How many loads?” he queried. “What the fuck do you mean?” I asked in anger. ‘Why had I only worn an open ass jock strap?’ “I just watched you come out of Blake’s BB Nookie. He seduces newbies in there every party. They all leave with at least one load in their unsuspecting asses. When we realized what he was doing in there some of us decided to bend the rules as well. So, how many guys loads?” he again questioned. “Three … but I really came here to practice safe sex” I whined. “I know” his voice was warm and understanding, “Next time you can meet that ideal. In the meantime, come home with me and let’s see how many loads I can add to that soup in your ass.” “I shouldn’t.” I protested. I did. I ended the night with six stranger’s loads marinating in my guts.

My emotions for the next three days were an equal concoction of terror and lust. I was terrified that my very first sexual experience might well have exposed me to the deadly virus of HIV. Visions from the news of guys with faces scared by Karposys Sarcoma haunted me constantly. At the same time my ass ached for another raw cock. It craved the pain of the initial penetration. It knew this pain would transform to the most exquisite pleasure imaginable. It longed to push back onto a pounding naked pole until the guy’s breath became rapped. My gut walls anticipated the spray of a guys cum. Any guys cum. I knew that once again I would hold it in like a precious treasure as long as I could. I was too frightened to go to a sexual health clinic. I didn’t sleep, nor could I study or focus in class. I totally bombed two tests at school. I knew I needed to sleep so took a long hot shower and ate three hash brownies before crawling naked into bed. The fresh clean sheets felt amazing, and I soon dropped into a deep sleep of the dead. Then the dreaming began. It all seemed so real I had no idea I was dreaming. I was back in the senior year of high school. My hunky phys-ed teacher was giving us a health lesson on sex education. He was stressing the importance of using condoms. He asked for a volunteer and the biggest nerd was first to raise his hand. The nerd was instructed to drop his pants and underwear before he bent over the teacher’s desk. Our teacher was now naked with a raging hard on and meticulously demonstrated applying a condom to his member. Copious amounts of Vaseline were applied to the condom covered cock and fingered into the nerd’s prone ass. The nerd’s mouth was covered to stifle his scream as the teachers cock breached the nerd’s hole. A vigorous pounding ensued until the teacher was clearly blasting inside the condom in the nerd’s ass. The ravaged condom and dripping nerd ass hole were displayed to the class. “What’s the lesson here class?” our teacher asked. It seemed I was the only one that knew the answer. I was next naked on the wings of our school stage. Our silver fox, ruggedly handsome, principle was finishing a similar lesson to the entire school assembly when he invited me to come on stage. I was instructed to bend over a fuck bench. The principle removed his tie and opened his shirt. He squatted behind me and began rimming my ass. Then he was standing stark naked behind me and teasing my hole with his naked cock. He spoke to the assembled student body; “You need to beware of this trick, there are consequences, and I will demonstrate them here and now.” Then he bent to my ear and in a stage whisper for all to hear he asked; “Can I just put the tip in?” I asked cautiously; “Just the tip?” “Unless you want more.” He winked at the audience. “Promise you won’t cum in me?” “Anything you want.” He assured After the tip of his beer can thick cock was in my ass, and I’d had time to adjust and relax he asked; “So how’s that feel? Do you want me to go in a bit deeper?” “Promise you won’t cum in me?” “Anything you want.” He once again assured. “OK. But just three more inches. Then pull out and condom up.” He pushed in as I pushed back. “Awe yeah, nice. Feel’s great for me and my raw cock. How about you?” he asked. “Fuck, I love it! Give me the rest. Bottom out …” He did and I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my but cheeks. “Can you just fuck me for a bit before the condom goes on? Remember, don’t cum in me.” The principle addressed the auditorium; “You’ll notice they will always make this request. Once your raw cock is inside, they all want to feel it fucking them. Stay tuned, the next step is also predictable.” The fuck he laid on was amazing. I didn’t want it to stop. Yet all too soon his breathing became erratic. He managed to wheaz out, “I’m close, where do you want my cum?” As my brain screamed ‘pull out, don’t cum in me, PULL OUT!’ my mouth said the opposite; “Inside me, cum in my ass.” “Anything you want. FFUUCCCKKKKK … breeding you now!” I awoke in a cold sweat with my nocturnal discharge soiling my no longer fresh sheets. It was 3:30 a.m. and clear I wasn’t going back to sleep. I slipped on jogging shorts and a clean wife beater t. I found the closest 24-hour drug store and bought three sizes of condoms. As well as my fire hall training, I had been a boy scout. I was now ready to ‘BE PREPARED”. I’d heard about the cruising woods in a park I passed on my way back home. I slowed and noticed one car in the parking lot. The driver was leaning against the hood, his presence highlighted by the occasional glow of his cigarette. I pulled a U-turn and entered the parking lot. As I approached the guy, I noticed he was wearing torn blue jeans and his shirt was open. There was a bit of hair in the middle of his chest, and he had quite an obvious beer belly. When he blurted as he rubbed his crotch, “Looks like you’re looking for some action”, any thoughts about his appearance went out of my mind. I just followed him into the woods. He backed me up against a tree and planted a cigarette infused kiss on my lips. My brain registered, ‘this is disgusting’ as my shorts tented. I couldn’t believe it as the words “Fuck me!” spilled from my lips. As he turned me around and pulled down my shorts, I could hear him say; “I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to.” I quickly pulled my t off and leaned on the tree trunk. I felt the heat of his bare chest hug my back and his hard cock poking at my hole. “Do you have a condom kid, or do you even care?” It was in that moment I realized I had left my purchase in my car. “Just fuck me already!” I blurted. He instantly plowed into me balls deep, no lube, no further warning. I screamed, the pain was so intense, but it didn’t deter him. He immediately pounded away at my burning hole. It took a while but eventually the transition from pain to intense pleasure occurred and when he would ease up, I found myself fucking my ass back onto his turgid organ. When I heard his breathing change and intensify over the slapping of our bodies I made my feeble request; “Don’t cum in me.” “Fuck, you want me to pull out?” he complained. “No! Not yet, keep fucking me ‘til the last second.” As he pushed in deeper than ever and held, he moaned; “Aww, ffuucckkk! Reached the last second. Loading your hole. Aww, yeah!!!” He went back to pumping his cum deeper into my vulnerable hole; “Fuck, damn you! But thanks, ‘cause secretly I wanted you to breed me. Your load feels amazing!” “Oh kid, it was no secret from the moment you made that U-turn.” I knew it was too late to ask but as we returned to our cars I asked, “Are you clean?” His reply left my blood running cold; “Kid I have no idea. I’ve got five strangers’ cum dripping from my ass. I was just waiting to unload before heading home to let them marinate in me the rest of the night. Good luck kid!”

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.

Just love the idea of guys staggering around from cock to cock becoming incubators and transitioning into pozpigs

I dropped into a deep depression. I struggled to get out of bed each morning. I stopped going to school entirely, I lost all faith in myself. I had only had sex twice in my life. Both times with strangers. And both times I had risked my life with unsafe sex. I had allowed both men to cum in my ass and strangely relished holding their questionable seed in me as long as I could. I must have a death wish. I couldn’t trust myself to have sex ever again. And life without sex seemed useless. I felt utterly hopeless. Each day dragged out in aimless torture for the next three weeks. Any time I thought about sex or saw something on the tube related to it I would deeply chastise my growing horniness. The only activity I could manage was to fulfill my voluntary shifts at the fire hall. Some of the guys began to notice and asked if I was OK. I lied and said I was fine. There was no way I could talk to any of them about my problem. I was so deeply ashamed. Time spent at the fire hall was the only time I felt any semblance of normalcy. What grew deep inside me was the sense of how much joy I felt being around handsome fit men. The shame would relax and I would remember the excitement I felt making the calendar and participating in ‘The Full Monte’. I got more clarity about how much exhibitionism is a deep part of my being and strangely makes me feel so fulfilled. I worked late that night and found myself pulling into the parking lot at the cruising woods on my way home. When the sick feeling emerged in my stomach, I reminded myself I didn’t need to do anything. I formulated a plan. A plan to celebrate my exhibitionist nature among men who would appreciate the view. After all, there were lots of cars, so there must be lots of men on the trails. Between two vehicles I stripped relishing the cool air gently flowing over my naked nether regions. I pulled my jeans back on commando and decided not to fasten the waist band button. I put my runners back on sockless and tossed my unused clothes back in my car. As I walked into the woods, I felt a lightness of being I hadn’t felt in weeks. I soon came upon two guys getting ready to fuck and my heart began to race as my cock began to respond. The top was rolling a condom onto his substantial cock. That’s when I remembered I hadn’t brought any condoms and a moment of panic set in. I quickly caught and calmed myself remembering my promise to only enjoy my exhibitionism. It occurred to me part of that was enjoying other’s exhibitionism. And these guys were certainly happy to have an audience. Their fuck didn’t last long until the top was blasting inside the bottom. I was excited to see the condom covered cock withdrawn, the bottom remove the condom and clean the cock with his mouth. I was sure I was inspired to insist on a condom if someone offered to fuck me. The next coupling I saw was an old, guy on his knees sucking offer a monster of a man with a proportionately mammoth dick. The old guy could barely fit the girth down his throat, yet he still managed to bring the giant to orgasm. The river of cum gushed out of his mouth and all over his face and hair. Again, I felt inspired thinking ‘I may not be able to get fucked but I can suck off a cock or two and be egged on by guys that stop to watch. I soon found a very nervous young guy who allowed me to suck him off. I was delighted with the taste of his load and swallowed it all. Observers had gathered round and in quick succession I sucked down two more loads. By the fourth blowjob my inner exhibitionist was in full throttle. I stood and bent to suck this stranger’s cock so that I could drop my jeans and fondle my own hard on. Suddenly I felt warm breath on my exposed hole. This was followed quickly by a mouth riming my pucker hole and whiskers scratching my ass cheeks. I thought to myself; ‘I should have expected this, but it’s safe enough, relax and enjoy!” Between the luscious cock in my mouth and the pleasurable ministrations to my hole I soon got lost in the moment. Somehow, I didn’t even notice the cock in my ass until the guy blew his load down my throat. As soon as my mouth was empty I turned my head and asked the bear in my ass if he was wearing a condom. “Do you have one?” he asked me. “No, don’t you? I replied. “I’m already balls deep, do you want me to stop?” he wondered. “Of course not.” I blurted. “Just don’t cum in me.” That’s when the gathered crowd started chanting; “Breed him, breed the slut!” His pace picked up and felt amazing, especially with an audience. “I’m very close. Where do you want my load?” “Come in him, breed his slutty ass!” the crowd answered. I saw and felt the excitement of the crowd, I instantly knew I couldn’t disappoint them. “Do as they ask, cum in my slutty ass.” He was pulsing away deep in me before I even finished saying this. The bear pulled out and another raw cock was deep inside me before I could think. The crowd was back to chanting “Breed him, breed the slut!” My exhibitionist was in full control and had no intention of disappointing my fans. When it was time, I begged for the next four loads to paint my gut walls. I returned to my car with five loads dripping from my ass. I felt higher than a kite. It was only when I climbed into bed that confusion crept in. ‘Why had I done and allowed such dangerous sex? Why had I once again put my health at such risk?’

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!”

My girl gives me a hall pass to fuck guys once every 3-6 months. I’ve got a bunch of guys lined up already, but this guy takes the cake. He says he’s going to pound my hole. I can’t wait. My cunt is quivering.

There's plenty to be said on the "more bottoms than tops" thread here (enter the fucking rabbit hole), and the many EXCUSES we find NOT to fuck each other, but I encountered two different situations recently that both had me in my thoughts. ALL THINGS EQUAL in terms of our sexual wants and preferences, what we were looking for, etc. two things were called out by the other person "in case it makes a difference" (which it does not): One dude is missing limbs (legs). Had I just gotten there I don't think I would have even remarked on it (maybe after cumming would have asked what happened if he was willing to share). He has two prosthetic legs. He is sexy as fuck, nice, dominant, etc. One person lives in subsidized housing. Again, I don't know that I would have thought about it or known it was subsidized housing had I just got there and hooked up. I imagine the revelation of these things prior to hooking up had to do with past rejection or some asshole arriving in the situation and the running screaming like a bitch. When I asked both said something along the lines of "...I tell people because I am insecure." WOOF! None of those things are in a profile field on a site. And to me, though very different things, neither matters at all. So I guess my question is - all things equal, what could disqualify a person from being fuckable/worth a hookup? GODDAMN if FICO scores and physical differences start showing up on profiles, I'm jumping ship. If they have those felt paintings all over their walls? If they are a furry? If they have a Care Bear comforter on their bed? What's next. AGH!

Still chasing that ☣️ daddy I can submit to, serve completely and make proud. Sub boy in need.

BREED IT, SEED IT One of my regular cum dumpers messaged asking if I was free. This 27 yr old fit lad has a boyfriend and a thick 8 inch dick. Because he has a partner he’s the only guy I let fuck my cunt with a rubber, on the understanding he always leaves the rubber full of his cum for use later. I always end up fingering my cummy hole with his load, getting off on the knowledge he’s cheated in my cunt instead of his fella. He totally gets off knowing he’s using the local whore, well used and bred most day by local lads and dads. Well, late this evening he messaged saying he was horny as fuck and really fancied breeding my cunt properly. I was immediately down for it. He loves sliding into my cunt in a totally dark room and demands no chat and total silence while he plows my receptive slutty cunt. I quickly changed into my jock and harness and lubed and plugged my hungry hole. I heard him let himself in and make his way upstairs where he started to strip to his socks. I was hooded and the room was dark. He rubbed his hands over my ass and pulled the plug from my filled hole. He pushed it back in and repeated half a dozen times, he was making sure my cunt was open and ready. He threw the plug to the floor then simply pushed his rock solid raw dick inside me. It always feels good taking his cock but knowing it was unwrapped and cheating in my cunt felt amazing. He pushed down on my ass as he started pounding away in total silence. I presume he was leaking plenty of precum as he kept my cunt nicely lubed as he slid his boner balls deep into my hungry cunt. It wasn’t long before I sensed he was ready to unleash his load inside me. I had to almost bite my lip to remain silent as I want to beg to be bred by him. A few hard n deep thrusts and my cunt was rewarded with his cum load. In total Silence he stood there balls deep breeding me and flexing his dick inside me. When he was done he eased out real slow to prevent unnecessary spunk wastage. I flexed my ass muscles in appreciation and I was rewarded by some additional breeding thrusts as he seeded my cunt deep with his cheating cream. He pulled out and got dressed. He grabbed the pen and tagged my ass with the pen and left. When I heard the door finally close I turned the lights on was amazed to find his worn boxers left on the floor where he took em off, the tight black Nike briefs were still warm and wet. The inside front was wet with precum stains, so I got to work worshipping them with my tongue like a proper depraved cumdump should!

About 2months ago I put ads on here and various other platforms asking for guys to save their cums for me to drink in return for sexual favour:) so I had a response from locanto ads and he was offering if 50 of his loads in return for me to be film being use and serving him. I agree as along as I wear a hood. And he was fine with that. So yesterday was the day. i came to his place, and he showed me about half a bottle of frozen cums, he said it’s got 50 of his loads and a countless other guys loads. It was still frozen. And as agreed I will swallow all of it infront of him while being film. So he’s gonna thawed the cums in warm water and in the mean time, he’ll fuck me on film. He gave me the rubber hood, with only my mouth and nose were open, my eye were covered so it’s like a blindfold, he told me that cameras is on and ordered me to kneel down and suck his cock, good size:) maybe 8inc but not thick. Start sucking him as he instructed, did that for a good while. He then proceeded to take me to the bed asked to me in all 4 and off he goes. Immediately fucking my ass. Was ok, he didn’t last long. Came inside. Then I told me to lie on my back and he started using one of his toys. Now that was a big toy, I didn’t know how big , but base on how it felt! At least 12 inch long and maybe 6-7 inches girth. I was moaning and growing , asking him to slow down. He wanted me to beg him to stop as it’s basically for the video wanted to hear me beg. So I did. This was all for about 1 hour. I came hands free while being fuck with the toys. As soon as I came. We stop. Then the good part, my cums is ready. So this time again he get the camera ready and he recorded me swallowing All the delicious cums! I make sure I drink slowly and savour the taste:) anyway if you are in Melbourne and want to feed me half a litre of your cums 🙂 let me know 🙂 happy to return the favour with something else you have in mind:)

I had just been fed in the open theater by a BBC. This was a surprise load as I had already sucked on his cock in a booth for awhile and he was thinking he wouldn't be able to get off (it happens). Turns out he liked the fact we were in the open. Anyway, I thought I was finished for the day as the place was empty and I had an errand to run. So I went to the bathroom to clean up my face from the messy facial I had received earlier. When I came out, two men had come in and one was jerking while standing next to the other. I thought I would stick around for a minute to watch the show. I guess the one jerking wasn't interested in the guy sitting because he stepped over to me. I took off my shirt and opened my mouth under his cock. He immediately shoved it into my mouth, grabbed my head and began aggressively fucking my mouth and throat. I was loving it. After about 5 minutes, he pulled his cock out of my throat and told me to talk dirty as he jerked his dark, 7 inch Hispanic cock inches from my face. I obeyed and began loudly begging him for his load, calling myself nasty names. Didn't take him long. He pumped a big load all over my face and shoulder. His hot cum felt so good as he spurted all over me. After shaking his cock off on my face, he walked away without another word. 😍 I had to go clean up my face again. Not that I'm complaining.

Drew understands that his role as my boy is to take my loads up his arse or down his throat whenever I order him to. But it is horny when I let him take control and fuck me or arrange to get me fucked.

This is the metal version of the rubber ones I linked to above. I have toys/plugs bigger than this. I've managed getting it in about 5 times over the years. Bought it off Fort Troff.

Yesterday I was on sniffles and I got contacted by a young Hispanic guy. He said he was just starting with men and could I help him Asked if was discreet because he was married sure and in about 15 min he was there. Very cute guy. Asked what he wanted and he said he wanted to ass fuck. He asked if he could fuck me. we got naked and he had a wonderful dick. There was a little sucking and then he got me on my back. He pushed his head in and then went all the way He fucked me till I saw he was close I just held him deep so he could not pull out. There was never a mention of condoms He came in me like he had never cum before must have pumped 5 times he pulled out and said he always wanted to ass fuck but his wife would not let him. We exchanged numbers and plan to fuck again

To continue: Saturday afternoon i texted the number that was given me and said asked you busy? About 30 minutes later he asked you the guy on sniffies we rode with to our room? I answered yea. So he said I will be there in an hour come over im with some friends. About an hour later I sat at the motel in my car wearing shorts and a tee-shirt waiting and 3 motorcycles pulled in. Got off there bikes 1 I recognized the others I didn't. Big heavy looking guys. I said hello to the one I knew. He said you look good come in my friends wanted to see you. I followed him in the the others were behind me. As soon as the door shut the two guys grabbed my ass and shorts. One said fuck im nailing this ass as he pushed me hard as I fell to the floor. I tried to get up and on grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bed and pulled my shorts off and heard him say this slut has no undies. He looks like he wants it. He push hard on my back as I layed there and had my ass pulled up and cheeks spread as he shoved his tongue in my hole and rimmed the fuck out of me. I looked over and saw the others strip. They came over and got on the bed to watch him eat my ass. My hair got pulled as the others sat with there back against the head board my head was pulled to a lap to suck and I grabbed his cock to suck. As I was sucking I got turned on by the musky smell of this hairy crouch. The one rimming me stop to drop his pants and spit on my hole. The guy I knew said I have lube on the table. He grabbed a jar opened it i felt it smeared it on my hole and shoved a few fingers in my hole and twisted them around. I kept sucking and the guy next to him was stroking while I was sucking. Then I felt a cock pushing in and heard a groan as it slid it. I moaned as it felt so good. My head got push to swallow the cock and gagged as I tried to pull back. My ass was getting pounded hard I couldn't suck he was pounding so hard I laid my head on the lap. He moaned loud and I felt his cock throbbing as he pulled out. The other guy stroking got up and said my turn and in no time his cock slid in and he pumped frantically fast. I couldn't see much my face was buried in a smelly crouch. He pumped for a long time and he almost screamed something as he blew a load. The guy my head was resting on got up flipped me over grabbed my leggs and pushed them almost to my head as he shoved his cock in me. He laid on me as I got pounded for some time. His breathing got heavy as he fucked then he growled as he loaded me. He pulled out and they were looking at me. Talked about something and the guy I knew grabbed my cock and balls stroking me then sucking me till I got hard he straddle me and sat on my cock. He bobbed hard on it and the other guys were saying fuck him. I tried to fuck but he was heavy when he sat on me. He just bobbed till I blew a load. He got off and saw them kissing a little. They grab some beer as I was laying there. One poured some beer on my cock and balls and licked it up then flipped me over pulled my ass up and pouring beer down my crack to lick it up. Then put the bottle to my hole and twisted it to push the head of the bottle in shook it played with it a bit then pulled it out to suck it all. He stopped got up and felt a cock at my hole then pushed in as I felt my hole dripping as hell and he thrusted for some time and got another load. The bed and I were a mess. I got pulled up my leggs were weak. I had my arm around one of the guys so I could stand. I felt all kinds of things dripping down my leggs. I asked if I could shower and was walked to the bathroom. I got in and showered up and tried to clean up. By the time I was done and walked out there was only one guy there. He was one of the other guy I didn't know. I asked where is everyone? He said went for a ride and won't be back. It just us. He said sit a stay for a bit. So I sat on the couch with him both of us still naked. He asked if I had a good time I said yes very much. He said I did too as he rubbed my leg. He said I have a nice smooth ass and would love to fuck it again as he grabbed my balls. I said sure if you're in the mood. He said show me you ass so I got on my knees put my face in the couch pillow and he got behind me as he stroked he spit on my hole a few times and on his hand and felt him enter slowly. Once in he started to pump then harder and harder. I heard a motorcycle pulling up outside as I was getting fucked and the door opened and heard what the fuck? The guy fucking laughed and said want some? He dropped his pants and stroked as he watched. I felt the cock throbbing as it was pulled out and the other got down to business and fuck me so hard and pushed my face in the cushion I couldn't see or breathe and pumped hard. He lasted maybe 10 minutes and pulled out. I got up and sat on the couch trying to breathe. We sat talking and drinking beer for some time. Fun week for me!

„Fuck…. Agh… Please… I…“ I didn´t even know what I was begging for. It was all so much. Too much? Another question I couldn´t answer, but that was battered out of me seconds after it came to my mind. I honestly couldn´t think anymore. „Come on sweety, let go…“ „I… Ugh… I´m…“ I exhaled slowly. „Yesss…“ „Good boy!“ I could feel him moving above me, those mountains of muscles, as well as in me. Even more in me, I guess. „Look into my eyes!“ I opened my eyes and looked into his dark globes. Already normally dark, they were even darker now. He grinned. „I love it when your face twists. Now get ready for even more of that…“ I wasn´t sure if this was heaven or hell. Some hours earlier: It was New York Pride and the whole city was an entanglement in every way. I´d been out here for a couple of hours, watching the parade, dancing with my friends as well as with some strangers, lost my friends, found them again and lost them all over while a hot dude was flirting heavily with me. We got very close, he groped my ass and we shared a kiss as somebody yelled at him, his eyes shot open and he left with an „Oh fuck, coming!“ and just a quick „Sorry!“ to me. I stood there in my jock and way too tight sports pants with a massive hardon and watched him disappear into the crowd. „Fuck…“ I had totally imagined myself going home with him already. I was a bit desperate for some fun, not having had sex in two months due to work issues. But I wasn´t bold enough to do more than kissing and dancing out here in the streets, not in public. Not even during pride. Call me prude, but this just gets to my nerves. After admiring my imagination of what could have been, I was soon shoving myself after where I thought my friends must have left. But it was no use, so I just went with the crowd and tried to enjoy the music, all the guys and the happiness around me. Well, who am I trying to fool: and I was looking for a hot guy to have some fun with. After a while, I was trying to get something to drink from a popup-store on the side of the street, somebody bumped into me. I turned around, while the guy was already saying „Oh, sorry man!“ with an unapologetic smiled that told me everything. He was extremely muscular and went topless to show it off, like I did. Just that I was more oft he slim-muscular type and – well, he definitely wasn`t. His grin made his face shine brightly and friendly and contrasted perfectly with his dark skin and angular features. A trimmed beard and a buzzcut completed his handsome face that was still beaming at me. How long had I already stared? I hoped it had just been a few seconds. „No worries man, it happens when it´s crowded like that.“ I figured to just go along with his excuse. „Still, your drink´s on me!“ He stepped back a little and slightly cocked his head, as if curious to my response. Well, wouldn´t say not hat. „Sure, thanks! What´s your name? I´m Jake.“ While I said that, I tried to get a better look at him. He was wearing white sneakers (again, that contrast!) and shorts that wear not quite as skimpy as mine, but still tight. When my eyes started travelling up his body again, they were suddenly drawn back to his shorts, as if my brain had just realized something: That stretched out part of his pants to the left was not wrinkles! I must have started again for a couple of seconds (Please! Just a couple oft them!), because when I snapped back and looked into his eyes again, his grin was even wider and he looked as if he was waiting for something. „Uhm… sorry, what did you just say?“ „Were you drinking before or did you get distracted?“ he asked me with a wink. „I´m Jamal, nice to meet you!“ „Haha, sorry, just a bit distracted by… And yeah had a drink before.“ I cleared my throat. „Nice to meet you man! So let´s drink something!” We got ourselves some sodas and went along with the crowd for a bit more. Jamal made some smalltalk, but was flirty from the start. We both knew where this was going. When we stood for a while to watch a crowd of dancers perform, he stood slightly behind me, pressed his crotch into my backside, caressed my arm with the opposite hand and gave a slow kiss to my neck. It must have looked already like he was owning me, but nobody seemed to be watching us. „Fuck sweety, your so sexy! I love to watch your ass in those shorts…“ he whispered suggestively. Then I felt his other hand knead my ass and I had to constrain myself not to let out a moan. I wanted this guy!

“Next.” A young man with shoulder-length hair was thrown through an open door with tears in his eyes. He was wearing a towel and rubbed his hole through it as he walked through the waiting room and out the door. That’s where Nick was sitting. He’d responded to an ad in the paper: YOUNG (18-21) MODEL WANTED NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY PAYS $50 Nick was taking a gap year before he went off to college and felt confident enough in his pretty-boy looks to be a model. When he saw this ad on Craigslist, he jumped at the opportunity. Seeing the violated man flee the room naked made him nervous. ”Get in there, Nick.” said a voice from the Intercom. He obeyed. When the young man walked through the door he saw a nude man in the center of a studio bedroom. He was wearing spandex that hid his bulge poorly. There were some men in a booth a few meters behind him. They were whispering to each other, but loud, so he could hear them: ”Look at this pretty boy.” ”Jesus. Damon’s gonna eat him alive.” ”Gonna need a bodybag for this one.” He got closer to the man sitting on the prop bed. “You’re here for the audition?” the old man asked. ”Y-y-y-yeah,” said the boy. “My name’s Nick.” ”My name’s Damon. Look at the camera,” Damon said. The boy turned and saw a flash-bulb light up. A green light appeared by a camera lens. He was being filmed. ”Take your shirt off,” said Damon. His cock throbbed through the thin fabric of his pants. “Come on, boy,” he said. “This is a competitive industry.” Nick understood. He was a very fit young man, having played Varsity tennis for all of high school. When Damon saw Nick’s small, cut frame his cock throbbed and left a wet spot in the middle of his singlet. ”Baby boy,” the older man said. ”How old are you?” said Nick. ”Sixty-six. How old’s your Dad, son?” ”He’s 41,” said the boy. ”Oh, babyboy,” he said. “Your Dad was born in ‘83, then, huh? I spent most of that year in bathhouses. I bet I’m as old as your grandpa.” His cock throbbed when he said “grandpa”. ”You spent the 80s in bathhouses?” ”Came with a cost.” “What cost?” Nick knew what the answer would be. He’d studied the HIV crisis as a sophomore in high school. He couldn’t believe he was talking to someone who’d lived through it. ”Kiddo, I’m HIV positive. Have been for a while. I’ve been on meds since there were meds. But it’s kind of a chore taking them every day. You understand.” He did. Nick had bipolar disorder, and his pills tasted fucking disgusting. He hadn’t taken them in a week. ”I understand,” he said. His asshole started throbbing. He knew that he was manic. He knew that he wanted this guy to fuck him, that he would beg for him to take the condom off. He was 66, 5’5”, and overweight: but his cock was 11” (he had a ruler tattooed on the shaft) and he had a Prince Albert. A cock you don’t say no to. A cock that owns your hole, not the other way around. “Nick, nice to meet you,” someone said. It was the director. “Damon here is an old friend of mine. I met him under a bridge. Hopefully you can tell what his special talent is,” he said. “Is it hyperspermia?” said Nick. “Please say yes.” Damon and the director looked at the boy sullenly. ”You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” ”Maybe Damon can show me,” said Nick. The boy had had experience with older men before, and it’d made him smug. He assumed a 33 year old would be as easy to control as a 66 year old. The boy rested his hand on the tip of Damon’s cock and watched as it throbbed to a size he didn’t think was even possible. Damon and the director made eye contact at the same moment the boy saw the biohazard tattoo on the older man’s chest. “Hot,” said Nick, tracing his fingers across the curves of the older man’s tattoo. Damon’s cock was throbbing. “I’m a good flirt, huh?” The director stared at the boy in open-mouthed silence. ”I think you just passed the audition,” said the director. Damon’s cock throbbed so intensely that the fabric tore. “Let’s see if you survive the callback,” he said. At that exact moment, Nick felt the head of an 11” cock push against his hole for the first time. It terrified him. He’d taken older men’s cocks before, but they were micropenises compared to Damon. This was different. This was electrifying. This was terrifying. ”Rolling,” said the director. Damon spat on his palm and rubbed it on the fat head of his fat cock, ”Wait, what?” said Nick. “I thought this was just a theme. You’re not actually gonna—“ He was silenced by Damon’s fingers forcing their way into his mouth and down his throat. The fleshy head of his cock nestled into the entrance of his tight, teen hole. ”You’re gonna be a star,” said the director, while a boy felt his hole being stretched by a man his grandfather’s age. ”HOLY FUCK WAIT WAIT—“ It was too late. Once he’d poked his head into the young man’s hole, the rest of his cock followed. ”By the way,” the director said, leaning into the boy’s ear, “you ought to know what this video is gonna be called.” ”Ow fuck holy shit ow fuck fuck what the fuck holy shit holy fucking shit—“ “It’s going to be titled “Nick gets pozzed.’ You should’ve done more research, kiddo. I work for Bareback Grandson.” ”OH NO—“ said the kid as the elderly man’s balls touched his asscheeks. ”Yeah, you watch local news, huh? You know who we are. You know what we do. You know you signed your rights away when you initialed the waiver at the door. You either wanted this or you’re too dumb to deserve better. Damon, shut him up.” The tattooed man found a comfortable spot in the boy’s ass to lie still in. He reached under the table and pulled out a massive, inhuman dildo. The boy shook his head desperately, but to no avail: Damon shoved the silicon cock down his throat so far the director thought the fake dick would touch the real one. The boy looked terrified: the camera focused on his petrified expression. ”Action,” said the director. “Send this teasing cunt to the emergency room,” he said to Damon. ”Him too?” said Damon, pulling his cock out until the tip was touching the rim of Nick’s hole. The young man screamed against the silicon dick filling his throat. “You got it,” said Damon. “Just you and me, ‘grandson’,” said the older man. “Time for you to get the family disease.” The younger man went limp. TBC

We love our regulars. They all started off as randoms who turn into regulars or repeats. But for some reason mystery meat seem to turn me on more…. How about you ?

It all started so innocently - well, as innocently as an exchange on BBRT can. I was perusing all the guys in my small state when I came across someone I hadn't noticed before. He was a vers top, and one of his pics showed an impressive Prince Albert - a heavy gauge loop that looked like it could do some damage while feeling amazing at the same time. It hung from a pretty impressive cock, too. Hard it looked to be about 7 inches and fairly thick. Scanning through his profile I could see he was a chubby guy with a big scruffy beard. And his status read Undetectable. Naturally, being the slut I am, I reached out. It didn't take long for him to respond, and we struck up a conversation. He loves chubs like me so was immediately interested. We chatted back and forth a bit, and then he asked, "You know I'm poz, right?" "I noticed," was my reply. For a moment I wondered why he would point it out when it was clear on his profile, but then the 'what if' occurred to me. "Detectable?" I asked. "Yup," he replied. "VL is 850,000" I had no way to tell if he was being truthful or not. Maybe he was just seeing if he could scare me off. If that was in fact the case, it had quite the opposite effect. My cock got rock hard as I read his note, and I told him so. "Good pig 😈," was his response. That was all I needed. I was hooked. I gave him my number so we could continue texting. As soon as he had it, my phone dinged - it was a chest photo more recent than the one on his profile, showing a huge red-and-black biohazard tattoo above his right nipple. Now I was double hooked! As anyone who has read my other writings will tell you, I've been chasing, but not really chasing, the bug for years. I am an avowed bareback-only bottom and a passionate cum dump. Since I took my first raw cock more than 15 years ago, I have known that one day it would result in a positive test result. I made my peace with that long ago, which has allowed me to maintain the slut lifestyle I so enjoy. The only surprise to me, honestly, is the fact that in 15 years and hundreds and hundreds of loads, the only thing I ever picked up was a case of syph, years ago - which cleared with a single penicillin treatment. Now, here was a guy offering to knowingly give me his strain, to give me his gift and start me on the next stage of my journey. The only thing that might make things difficult for us was distance. We lived at opposite ends of a state with lots of traffic and no direct east-west route from him to me. Still, he was willing to travel. He told me weekdays were best - they are for me too - and that he would drive to a motel I designated. And what's more, he would bring a mask so he could record my pozzing and post it on his Twitter - something I've always fantasized about. And it kept getting better. We started talking less than a week before a cum dump session I had scheduled for myself at a local motel, so I already had plans to be ass-up and taking loads. "Why don't you come at the end of my event?" I said to him. "You can eat the other loads out of my hole and replace them with your toxic load." "😈" was all he replied. And so it was that at a cum dump session last week, I received his poz load for the first time. I kept myself in a popper haze the entire time as cock after cock slid inside my hole and filled me with cum. I lost count of how many guys had used me over the course of the 4 hours I hosted, and for once I didn't care. My mind was fixated the entire time on what was to come after everyone else left. The flow of anonymous tops slowly ebbed as the end time approached. With about 15 minutes left to go, I heard the door open. "Don't turn around, pig," came a voice, and I knew it was him. I was ass-up on the bed, so I kept my eyes focused on the headboard. He placed a blindfold over my eyes, then slid a ski mask over my head. I heard the door lock. "Event's over. Time for me to ruin your life." My cock, which normally remains soft throughout a cum dump session even when guys pay attention to it, grew instantly hard. He wouldn't be ruining my life, he would be enhancing it while at the same time bringing it to its inevitable, eventual conclusion. I longed for the freedom both would provide. He grew quiet, then I heard the telltale signs of clothes being shed. There were a couple of faint clunks from the dresser behind me and the table to my left, and I guessed that he was setting up camera equipment to capture the last moments of my life as an HIV-negative bottom, and my rebirth into the poz brotherhood. At last I felt his hands on my ass. He caressed it, and in my mind's eye I pictured him admiring this big, round ass that he was about to defile. Or maybe he was appreciating the amount of cum running down my balls and soaking the sheet. I gave a little push, and felt more cum slip out and run down my balls to join the rest. "Mmmmmm," I heard him mutter. Then his tongue was on my hole. He spread my cheeks as widely apart as he could as he licked and slurped and sucked at my pucker. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than five minutes, he stood up behind me. "There," he announced. "All clean. You ready for my poz load, pig?" I didn't think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, yet somehow it did. It felt as though I could penetrate a steel plate. I had never in my life been that hard. "Yesssss," I hissed plaintively. "Poz me, pleeeeease!" Without another word, he slid his cock balls-deep into my hole in one fluid motion. He was on the thicker side, and I felt him stretch my hole as he entered. But I didn't feel his PA. Seemingly sensing my thoughts, he said, "I left out the piercing for the first round. Don't worry, once my poz babies are inside you I'll put it in so I can tear you up as I give you a second load." I melted blissfully into the bed as he grabbed my hips and began to rhythmically slide back and forth, in and out, savoring my hole as he prepared to change my life forever. It sounds a little strange, but in that moment I felt at home, like I was doing what I had always been meant to do, like I was fulfilling my destiny. His cock was just long enough to massage my prostate in the best possible way, and the precum streamed from my cock and collected on the bed with the leftover cum from the past four hours. Between the popper fog and the sensations emanating from my insides and the sheer realization of what I was doing, I was truly in hog heaven. Before long his pace began to quicken, and as he fucked me harder and faster my prostate responded. For the first time in my life, I felt an orgasm already building as he grabbed my hips extra-hard and began pounding me relentlessly. "You want this poz load, pig?" he asked loudly. "Yes, please!" I cried in response. "Please poz me!" "Here it comes, pig," he growled. "You're never gonna be the same again." That was all I needed. The pressure that had been building inside me exploded, and my cock shot a huge load onto the bed as I felt him pumping his poz load deep inside me. He held still for a moment as the pulses subsided, then released my hips. Spent, I collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, panting, and very content mess. "You're not done," he said matter-of-factly. He turned my head and I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips. I eagerly sucked his cock clean. He left me laying on the bed as he turned off the cameras. "That's gonna make for a great post," he said. "All my followers are going to love watching you become a little poz piggy." I was still trying to compose myself, so I said nothing in response. He let me lie there a while as he puttered around the room. At one point I heard the rustle of fabric, then a short time later a metallic 'click'. He climbed on the bed, straddling my legs, and began kissing my ass cheeks. Slowly he worked his way up my back, sending little electric shocks down my spine. He continued to move up my body toward my head, until I felt a cold sensation against my well-used hole. As promised, he had put in his PA. By now I was so gaped that he slipped in easily. I was amazed at how hard his cock was so quickly after he had cum. "Now, to make sure it takes," he grunted. He grabbed my shoulders and locked his ankles with mine, pressing me into the bed as he began his assault. My hole exploded in a burning pain as he began to work his shaft in and out. I struggled, trying to shift my body toward the headboard to lessen the pressure, but he held me firmly. He never missed a beat as he pumped his cock in and out, tearing up my hole to let his poz babies do their work. "Mmmmm, fuck," he moaned in my ear. "This hole feels soooo good, pig." I grunted in pain but did not reply, which seemed to spur him on. He began pumping more quickly, slamming his hips into my ass and pressing me into the bed. "Here it comes, pig," he hissed. "If the first one didn't take, this one sure will." With that, I felt the telltale pulses of his cock against my sphincter as he dumped a second toxic load deep into my guts. He collapsed on my back, spent from the effort. He lay there for a few minutes as his cock deflated inside me, then got up. "Don't move," he instructed me. "I didn't video that one, but I gotta get some pics of that hole." I remained still as I heard a number of clicks from his phone, each of my destroyed and now pozzed ass. Then he dressed, and as he took the mask and blindfold off my head he instructed me to continue staring at the headboard. The room door opened and the sounds of the street outside flooded in for a moment until the latch clicked shut once more. I looked around and confirmed that he had indeed left. I made the decision to stay a while longer and rest. My ass still felt like it was on fire, but I reveled in the knowledge that it meant I had fulfilled my destiny. After all, "No pain, no gain!" Finally the time came for me to head home. Tomorrow was a work day, after all. But much more than that, it was also the first day of the rest of my life, and I couldn't wait to get it started. I was at work the next day when I received a text from my gifter with a series of web links all pointing to Twitter. I bolted for the bathroom and locked myself in a stall so I could see what he sent me. I clicked each link in succession and watched in rapt fascination as my pozzing unfolded for all the world to see, just as I had always fantasized. My cock grew instantly hard and I was so turned on that I had to jack off then and there. I put my earbuds in so I could listen to the audio, then watched the last video in the series again as I stroked my cock. As I got to the moment when I begged for his poz cum I shot a huge load and a couple of drops hit the back of the stall door. A couple of drops of my poz cum. The thought sent shivers down my spine. By now the drops of cum had formed streaks down the back of the door, and one had even dripped onto the floor. I cleaned up and pushed the door open, leaving my seed behind for the next guy. Who knows? Maybe there was a toilet pig in the office who would enjoy a treat. As I went back to my desk, my phone buzzed again. It was my gifter. "We're doing that again tomorrow," he said, "and as often as we can until you test positive." He didn't have to tell me twice! I was still so turned on that I went back to the bathroom to rub out another one. I chose a different stall this time. Hey, maybe there are two toilet pigs in the office.

Has anyone ever been caught by someone’s wife or girlfriend? What happened in the aftermath? A couple of close calls, but never caught myself. The closest was a few years ago somebody computer repair shop. I was new at random hookups, pretty sure we met on CL. I was naked and down on my, just to starting to go down on him when he heard someone trying to unlock the front door. I grabbed my clothes and he pointed at a supply closet as he shoved his dick back in his pants. I was probably in that closet 20 minutes or so before his wife left. We had a lot of fun afterwards.

Thank you for your comments and apologies for taking longer to write this second part. It took place at The Vault in London. I can highly recommend this place based on my experience. So I had two loads in my ass and was thinking of leaving the place and just jerking off in my hotel. On my way to the bathroom I made eye contact with a very handsome twunk in a dark corner. He had a very smooth, toned body and an incredibly handsome face. He didn't look super young, but innocent and polite. As I walked past him, he touched my hand. I stopped, looked into his eyes and we began to kiss. I don't usually like kissing guys in places like this. It feels almost too intimate, if that makes sense? After a lot of tongue I went to kiss his neck and got down on my knees. He had a very hot and long dick, slightly on the thinner side. But I struggled to get it all the way into my mouth. Lots of guys were watching me suck him off and even more turned their heads when they heard me gagging. He took my hand and we went into a cabin. I don't think he felt very comfortable in front of the other people. In the cabin I was on my back and he came and kissed me on the top. He reached for the condom dispenser and I checked my hole with my finger. My hole felt fine and he absolutely did not need any lube thanks to the two previous loads. He started to roll the condom over his dick and then looked deep into my eyes. He asked me if it was OK to fuck me bare? Of course I said yes and at the same time I felt bad not letting him know that I already had two loads in my ass. He pushed his long dick into my wet hole and started to fuck me very slowly. It felt so good to have someone pushing the loads in deeper and deeper. He fucked me for a few minutes and from the look on his face I knew he wasn't going to last long. He came in for another kiss and asked me seriously if it would be okay if he came in my ass? This polite British guy was really something. When I think back I can still remember his dick pulsing and shooting a big hole very deep into my hole. As soon as he finished I saw his face change and could tell he felt bad about fucking a stranger bareback. He turned and left the cabin. I wished I could have kissed him goodbye. I was about to leave the small room when a thin older man came in. I think he was watching us fucking and waiting patiently. He sort of blocked my way out and pushed me back onto the bed. Some guys are really persistent. He opened his bottle of poppers and stuck it in front of me. I took a quick hit, but he wouldn't let go. He made me take a few more hits and I was flying. He started putting one, then two, then three fingers in my hole. He knew I had just been fucked by the hot boy. My hole was really loose and relaxed from his strong fresh bottle of poppers. He pushed me down and got on his knees. I was hoping for his dick but instead he started to lick my hole. He went deep inside with his tongue and it felt really good. I was so high that I let go completely. I am sure he could taste the sperm that came out of my hole from the two men who fucked me just a few minutes ago. I have never received such a great rim. He really ate up my ass while he jerked his cock. Then he finally got up and pushed his dick inside me. I was still on my back and he was looking down at me. I was a bit shocked at how old and fucked up he looked. He started spitting in my face and calling me a dirty cum slut. I wanted to push him away because it was a bit too extreme for my taste. But he fucked well and I could feel he was close to blowing his load in my ass. And he did. Load number 4 for the night. He left the room and I quickly got up and went to the bathroom. I felt a bit dizzy from the poppers. I also felt really dirty and ashamed to be walking through the crowd with semen running down my leg. I washed my face and decided to leave soon. I was thirsty and ordered a drink from the bar. The room was starting to empty and there was a long queue at the cloakroom. I decided to take a last walk around the room. At certain times in the club you can feel people getting more touchy and pushy, so I watched the guys from a quieter corner. I watched the guys on the bench, desperate for dick. Then one black guy came up to me. To be honest, I have a hard time remembering his face or even his body. He was definitely much taller than me. I touched his soft dick, which looked quite big already. I wasn't as horny as I used to be, but I figured one more guy wouldn't hurt. Luckily the room behind us was empty. He followed me in and I bent over. He started to jerk his cock and I waited for him to push his dick into my hole. He didn't get hard and asked me to suck him. I thought about walking away because I was not in the mood to suck anymore, but at the same time I was curious to see what his hard dick would look like. So I started sucking and gave it my best shot. It took a while for him to get completely hard and the harder he got the more scared I got. I know this story sounds unreal. A bit like the made-up stories in other sections here that I really enjoy reading. But when I tell you that the guy had a dick as big as a coke can, I am not making it up. And I was scared to death because I knew he wanted to fuck me. He got all hard and I couldn't take his dick in my mouth anymore. Leaving or bending over? 4 loads already in my ass and a monster cock opportunity in one night. I decided to bend over. I am not a writer and it is difficult to describe. It was certainly not a comfortable feeling. I completely lost my erection. This has never happened before. I could really feel my hole stretching to the maximum. Tearing apart. And then he pushed everything in. I made no noise but screamed inside. Thinking back, I feel a bit sorry for the guy. I am sure it is not easy to fuck guys with such a massive thing. I was proud that I could take it, but I wanted him to stop. Luckily for me he didn't last long and came in my ass after a few minutes. I got up and he looked at me. On my way out I met the guy again from the beginning. I told him I was leaving and he asked me if I had cum yet. While I was putting my dick in his hole he told me that he had collected nine loads. And he got number 10 from me. Maybe next time I can reach his level of slutyness. After I came I left the place as quickly as I could. Shocked and proud of what I had experienced. 5 loads. My hole was torn apart. I went back to my hotel and had a long shower. I realised that I still had the five loads in my hole and decided to use my mobile phone to document me pushing the loads out. I set up the camera, turned around and ejaculated. I wanted to lick the sperm off the floor but saw that it was a bit bloody.

It is why I am searching for my tattoo. A more natural conversation starter than saying, "hey stud I wanna fuck you. BTW I am poz and not on meds". I have a bunch of the HIV INSIDE temp tats I am using and honest, I really like them. First group event this weekend and I'll have a fresh one on for that. It may morph before I get a permanent tat into POZ INSIDE or B+ INSIDE. But I am pretty close on what the tat will look like, it's down to three specific options. My temp tats are similar blue to the old Intel Inside logo; and that is a nice look for a tat. But I might consider black or even red as a tat color.

Is it complicated? Maybe for some yes. We all tend to get in our own way at some point about something... I also love and appreciate all the previous comments and posts, very thoughtful stuff men, and I love this community for illustrating that IF we fall into the trap of subscribing to labels it becomes super easy to have or find reasons to dismiss our fellow man. My personal struggle is that my "filter" tends to be pretty basic like my brothers who previously commented; If you want to breed me, I want you to!! If you don't want to empty your seed inside me, then I pass. The way I reconcile this, is by choosing to remain focused on compassion. I have read about other members own personal experiences and have had my own experiences where I was genuinely surprised by many of the truly great fucks I have had with men who were "not my type" etc. The disadvantage to these apps is being taken advantage of by people who will exploit your compassion. Sadly, this is part of the world we live in and I try to have empathy for those who have to be assholes or shit bags to their fellow man to get what they need or want.

On Friday I was so horny that I decided to take the afternoon off and head over to the local porn cinema. When I got there it was quiet and I went into the booth with the big gloryhole. Took my trousers off and just put my ass on the hole. It did take a while and the door in the booth next to it closed. He started caressing my ass, fingering my hole and then pushing his raw cock inside. I hit my poppers and was in heaven. He fucked me hard, the booth was shaking, until I could her him dumping his load inside. He zipped up and left. No idea who he was. Not long after the door closed again and I could feel another cock pushing into my hole. He fucked me for a bit, pulled out and left. Another one came in and also pushed his raw cock inside. Fucked a bit and left. Then the second one came back and fucked me some more until he shot his load. After that it was dead. Shame, would have loved some more.

I voted for random. Regulars are fine - I have nothing against regular fb's, but once I've fucked a guy, I already know what I need to know. There's a "regular" at Slammer, but it's not a guy I know at all. He's always in the same position in the darkroom, and I always rut in his Hole first. I've gone back to Breed his Hole many times after spending an hour or three on other Holes. He started recognizing my Cock shortly after I first fucked him - 2, maybe 3 years ago? - and since then usually says something like "there you are - gimme that Cock", but he's never turned around to look at me. Guys I don't know - only "know" via my Cock - are the most fun, as I see it. Every guy's Hole is different, and at least rutting in different Holes seems more exciting, more committed to wanton sexual lusts - one after another after another. I just love it.

My other half and I had to travel quite a bit for our business, and we always planned time to check out the local fuckjoints. I remember each of us had to promise to go to one fuckjoint the other guy really wanted to hit, even if both didn't. Later, I made it a point to get to Berlin for Folsom, attended IML for many years, but that wasn't really a "trip" - it was just downtown.

I try to attend conferences where I can get a lot of sex -- LA, Chicago, DC, Lauderdale, London, Sydney, etc -- I try go have a sex vacation weekend in Lauderdale annually that corresponds to a Fornication Party at 321 Slammer, too. Leaving my hubby and boyfriend at home.

A guy wearing a jockstrap gets me so fukkin hard. But not one of those fashion jocks. it’s gotta be a regulation jock in white or military green. Even better if it’s well worn and sweaty. It frames a bottom’s ass beautifully when I’m fucking him.

I don't use them, but would never judge others for using them. It's a personal choice for me - drug addiction runs rampant on both sides of my family. My boyfriend and most of his boys smoke pot and drink heavily when they party, and I have no issue with that. To each his own. But for my own peace of mind, I never partake.

My first time bare was with the help of chems. Never done chems or bare before. In the later night when they had me high as a kite, one of the 3 tops started pissing in me after he dumped his load into me. It scared me first, but then the feeling was heaven. Naive as i am, i was not aware that his piss contained chems, so after i while i was rushing like crazy, and even did go out for a moment. From then on, all the masks where off and the 3 tops used me as urinal the whole night.

I was surprised by my top when he made me take his piss but it was so hot I love it now and want it all the time unfortunately it’s not always on the menu but especially getting plowed after getting flooded omg the feeling of warmth and fullness is unparalleled

Sounds like a good day! LOVE LOVE LOVE gloryholes. With a steady stream of cock, I can spend hours and hours at one!

Sort of yes I was getting fucked by this young guy at his house All of a sudden the bedroom door opened and his girlfriend was there She said that was hot and after he finished fucking me would I consider fucking her, she was on pill so I fucked her a came inside her Her bf then wanted to drop another load in me She lay naked next to me while bf fucked me overall very hot

6. Taking Sir’s load had made my ex so horny for raw cock that when Sir wouldn’t fuck him he’d given in and found someone else. Was that what Sir wanted me to do? Is that what I had to do if I wanted him inside me again? Was that something I was interested in? It was one thing to give in to Sir’s irresistible animal magnetism, but to be fucked by some random guy… As I thought about it thought my cock started to stiffen, and my hole gave a twitch. I thought about my ex taking guy after guy that first night after he told me about Sir. I thought about the freedom he described after giving in. Was this what Sir had been describing when he said that for boys like me getting bred was addictive? I’d thought he’d just meant I’d be addicted to his loads, but now… the more I thought about it… I wanted his, I wanted to be his boy… but I also wanted that freedom. I wanted to feel another man cum inside me… but was I ready? My phone buzzed and I snatched it up thinking it was probably from Sir or another tidbit from my ex. I was almost disappointed to see it was from my friend Jack. “What are you doing tonight? Let’s go out!” It said. I didn’t really want to go out… I wanted to spend my night talking Sir’s cock over and over but that wasn’t going to happen unless… Maybe a distraction would be good, get me out of this cycle of horniness and desperation. Maybe that would make what I wanted easier. “Sure!” I responded, “Where?” “I was thinking Tank.” Tank was one of three gay bars in town and usually skewed older, but they did usually have a good DJ on the weekends and the drinks weren’t terribly expensive so it could be a good time. “Ok! Meet you at the bus stop at 9?” “Perfect see you then!” I took a quick shower; rummaged through my clothes and found something good for going out in (fun but nothing slutty); had a quick bite to eat; and headed down to the bus stop. Jack was already waiting for me when I got there. Jack and I had met the year before in my lit class and had hit it off right away. I’d often suspected that he had a little bit of a crush on me, but as I’d been in a committed relationship I’d never really thought about him in that way. Now, seeing him under the light of the bus shelter, I took him in a new. He was tall, blonde, and tousle haired. He had clear green eyes and a little light-colored stubble on his cheeks. Tonight he was dressed in a black sheer tank that showed off his square shoulders and strong but thin arms, and tight black jeans. He definitely looked like he was dressed to get laid. “Hi!” He shouted as I got closer, “Oh my god, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” “I know. This semester’s been killer. I feel like I haven’t seen anyone.” “Seriously. How’s things, how’s Dan?” I paused hearing my ex’s name. How did I explain what happened? I opted for half of the truth, “He and I… well… we broke up. But its ok! Its mutual and we’re both happy with where we’re at. We still talk and its totally cool.” “Oh shit! I’m sorry!” “No really, its ok. It was a little bit ago,” a small white lie to get out of explain that he’d cucked me as he became a cumdump for an older man that I was now lusting after, “and we’re both very happy with it.” “Well, then you need this night out as much as I do!” He grinned, his eyes flicking up and down my body quickly. What did he have in mind, I wondered. The bus trip was quiet and uneventful. We chatted easily about school, the couple of dates Jack had been on. We’d never really talked about sex much but the news about my breakup seemed to have emboldened Jack. While in the past stories about him going on dates always trailed off with a “and then we…you know” he now finished with, “and I fucked him for the rest of the night.” Hearing Jack talk about topping made me see in him a bit of a new light. My eyes drifted to the crotch of his tight jeans, hunting for a hint of what was packed inside. Once I thought Jack caught me looking. He just grinned. Tank was packed. You wouldn’t have thought there were enough gay men in a town this size to fill up a gay bar let alone three but on the weekends there they were. We fought our way to the bar, ordered two cocktails and started checking out the place. It took us a couple of drinks to get up our courage but we were both soon out on the dance floor wiggling about with abandon. Eventually we ran into a few other guys we knew from school and formed a circle all dancing together, chatting a little over the music. Jack and I kept catching each other’s eye across the circle. Then suddenly this narrow waisted twink appeared grinding against Jack. I found myself a little jealous and Jack took the boy by the waist and started to grind against his ass. I watched the dance, getting more and more bold till the boy spun around and started making out with Jack. Then they vanished. Caught up in the twisting mass of bodies on the dance floor they receded into the distance and I lost them. I pushed it out of my mind and started dancing with another one of our friends. It was fun dancing with abandon again, not feeling like I was doing something wrong grinding against someone. I spun around the group, dancing with everyone in turn, all laughing and drunken grins but nothing forward or intentionally sexual. I’d lost track of time when Jack finally reappeared. “Where have you been,” I said, as Jack came up dancing next to me. “Oh, here and there,” he grinned cheekily. “And what happened to your new friend?” I asked cheekily, to disguise the flash of jealousy I felt. “Well if you must know,” Jack said leaning in close to my ear, “I bred him in the bathroom and he’s now dancing with his friends with my load deep in his guts.” I was shocked to hear Jack talk like that. He was so clean cut and mild mannered looking I had been surprised to learn he was a top, and I was downright shocked to find out he was a fucking raw. “Did I shock you,” he chuckled, “Let me guess, even with your monogamous BF you always used condoms?” “Well… yes… yes we did…” “Prude,” he said smiling, and very my ass a playful smack. “I said we did… I didn’t say I still do.” My four tequila sodas had made me feel bold. “Great, now I’ll have competition as a college top who fucks raw.” He rolled his eyes but was still smiling. I leaned in close to his ear and said, “What makes you think I’m still a top?” “Shit! You broke up with your boyfriend, became a bottom and ditched the condoms. That’s quite the reversal.” “Too bad you already fucked that twink…” “Why is that?” We were nose to nose now. If one of us moved our head an inch we’d be kissing. “Cause I then I could have been the one dancing with your load inside me.” His hand shot up and grabbed the back of my head pulling me into a desperate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth and I pressed myself into him. I grabbed at his waist, holding myself tight against his body and our mouths crushed together. His fingers intertwined with my hair and he pulled my face back. “You really want me to breed you in the bathroom of this bar?” I looked Jack in the eyes, seeing the hunger that now burned there, swallowed, and said, “Fuck yes. I want your load deep inside me.” “Follow me then slut.” He grabbed my hand and lead me off through the crowd. We slipped past the line for the main bathroom and a around a corner of the bar to a small single occupancy handicapped stall. Jack confidently pulled the door open and ushered me inside. As soon as the door locked his hands were all over me. He pulled me into another frantic kiss as his hands made their way down my body. He found my belt and undid it, quickly dropping my pants to the ground. In one swift motion he spun me around and bent me over so I was holding on to the railing sticking out of the wall. He tugged off my briefs and let out a low whistle. “Fuck you’ve got a nice ass. Perfectly furry. Its going to look so good wrapped around my cock.” He spat on my hole and dove forward jamming his tongue into my ass. I moaned loudly as he began to tongue fuck me. I reached back with one hand and pulled his head into my hole, trying to drive his tongue deeper. Jack worked fast, soon my hole was slick with spit and starting to bloom open. He stood up and dropped another big wad of spit onto his hand before smearing the head and shaft of his thick cock with it. He bent over me, lined up his cock, and sunk it inside my quivering guts. It was different than taking Sir’s cock. Jack’s didn’t come with the mysterious hypnotic qualities, but it felt good. It felt better than good, it felt amazing. I whimpered as he bottomed out in me, chewing on the back of my neck. He quickly picked up the pace. This was a bathroom pump and dump not a romantic night of passion. He held onto my hips firmly and drove his cock deep inside me over and over again. I was sweating and babbling like a dumb slut. I guess I am a dumb slut, I thought, I’m bent over in a bathroom stall taking a guy’s raw cock with hundreds of people on the other side of a thin door. The sound of the dance floor pounded in my ears as Jack hammered away at my hole. “Fuck yes, your hole feels so fucking good,” he growled into my ear. “If breaking up with Dan is what it took to get you to be a slutty cumdump… fuck… I’m glad you broke up.” “Yeah… fuck! Use my hole Jack! Breed me. Give me your load.” “I never imagined I’d hear you begging for cock. Its so hot.” “I need it! I need your cum inside me. It feels so fucking good! Breed my hole!” “Take it you fucking slut! Take my fucking load.” He rammed his cock as deep in my hole as it he could and held it there as he unloaded in me. Heat spread through my guts as his load flooded my hole. I moaned and whimpered, savoring every throb of his cock. “Fuck that felt so good.” I said as he pulled out. “Seriously,” Jack said pulling me around to kiss me again. “It was so fucking hot hearing you beg for my cock. “I’m glad,” I broke our kiss and got on my knees. I quickly cleaned his cock before tucking it back in his jeans and getting up to kiss him again, “and hopefully that won’t be the last time you fuck me.” “Any time you need it slut.” He kissed me again, and said, “I’m going to go back to dancing. Enjoy the load.” He opened the door and left me there with my pants and underwear still around my ankles, my cock hard as a rock and completely ignored. I quickly locked the door to the bathroom, bent over and took as good a picture of my freshly fucked hole as I could and sent it to Sir saying. “I’m sorry Sir, I couldn’t take it anymore. I found out a friend is a top and only fucks raw… I couldn’t help myself.” Sir’s text came right away. “Good boy. How did it feel taking someone else’s raw cock?” “It felt amazing! Not as good as yours Sir, but it was so fucking hot. He bred me in the bathroom of a bar.” “Fucking pig! I’m proud of you.” Just then there came a knock on the door. Panicked I finally pulled up my pants, and made to leave the bathroom. I was surprised when I opened the door and another one of the guys we’d been hanging out with was standing there. “Oh good, you’re still here,” he said looking a little sheepish. “What?” I asked, still standing in the door of the bathroom. “Well… um… Jack said…” he paused and got up his courage, “Jack said he just dumped a big load in you and… and if I hurried I might be able to get some sloppy seconds.” I looked at him, suddenly feeling very bold and powerful. “Are you saying you want to fuck me too?” “I’ve got a three day load I need to blow and I love fucking a cummy hole.” “Get inside,” I said and pulled him in the bathroom. Ten minutes later, with another load planted deep in my hole, I texted Sir. “You’ll never believe what just happened Sir.”

Getting Away, Part 4 Matt and Paul leave lunch with the bears. Their campsite is in a wooded area and Matt and Paul don’t exactly remember which path they took from the pool. It doesn’t really matter since they know they are on the campground. In a few minutes, they step into a clearing near some RVs and get turned in the right direction. As the boys pass the RVs, they hear a cat call. They turn to see “July bottom” and his friends. Matt says, “Hey I saw these guys earlier and said hi. They started drinking hours ago. We are way under their level of drunkenness right now.” Paul’s smile slowly turns to a sly grin as he remembers the two twunks in this group who he met last night. Paul says, “Let’s go say hi.” Matt knowingly rolls his eyes but grabs Paul’s hand and pretends to pull a reluctant Paul over to the group. As they near the group, Paul squeezes Matt’s waist with one arm, pulls him close and says, “You’re the best. Let’s have some fun. See you back at the cabin.” It’s a good-looking group of about a dozen or so guys. Paul heads over to the twunks and Matt stops to speak with “July bottom” and his friends. Matt feels a bit underdressed. The guys take time to admire his chosen white speedo and loose tank top. “July bottom” runs his hand on Matt’s back just above his ass. Matt is a little surprised the guy is making a move so quickly. Paul comes over and hands Matt a drink. Matt asks what it is. Paul says, “Drink up. It’s just vodka on ice. The boys think we need to catch up.” Matt shrugs and takes a slug of vodka. Almost as if the gods heard Matt deflecting the comments about his outfit, the guys dance mix CD begins to play ‘Mr. Vain’ by Culture Beat. Matt laughs at the irony of the timing. He begins to dance and pulls Paul close. As they dance closely and feel each other’s bodies, Matt starts singing the lyrics….”Calling Mr. Vain…..I know what I want and I want it now. I want you cuz I’m Mr. Vain.” “July bottom” slides behind Matt and rubs up on the twink’s barely dressed figure. He, Matt and Paul grind on each other for a couple of minutes. When the song ends, they laugh and disentangle themselves. Matt returns to talking and drinking with the group. His solo cup of vodka is refilled once or twice. Matt notices one of the guys has a new Nokia phone. Matt says, “Wow that is really small. How do you like it? I haven’t decided whether to get a cellphone or not.” The guy says, “Reception sucks out here. But, a cellphone changes your life man.” “July bottom” says to Matt, “It’s 2000 Matt, you should really get a cellphone.” One of the other guys says, “You can get one in a color to match those hot speedos.” Matt realizes that he has caught up on the booze. He lets one of the guys examine his speedo closer. “July bottom” puts his hand on Matt’s lower back again. Matt feels the hand slip inside the speedo to feel Matt’s ass. Matt wants to see how far “July bottom” will go so he doesn’t move away or object. He feels the man’s fingers slide into his ass crack and touch his hole. Matt looks at “July bottom” and smiles. Even though Matt just got fucked about an hour ago, he asks “July bottom” which RV is his. “July bottom” replies, “That retro silver one. I try to rent that one to be near these guys when I come up. Want to see it?” Matt replies, “Definitely.” As Matt and “July bottom” climbs the steps into his trailer, he sees Paul and the twunks walking into the wooded area. When they enter the trailer, Matt can clearly see the bed at the end. “July bottom” casually shows Matt a few cool retro features. Matt feels “July bottom’s” hands on his hips slipping inside his speedo. Matt takes off his tank top as “July bottom” pushes off his speedo. Matt turns around, unzips “July bottom’s” shorts, they fall to the floor and takes out a nice 6” fat cock. He takes it in his mouth and starts sucking. Matt is sucking for a little bit, when “July bottom” pulls Matt up and says, “I want to eat your ass.” Matt bends over the counter and spreads his legs. “July bottom” sees a wet, well fucked hole. He asks, “Been fucked today?” Matt blushes but says yes. “Did Snake fuck you?” and Matt says yes. “July bottom” leans in and licks Matt’s ass. Then he sticks his tongue in Matt’s ass. Matt moans as the tongue enters his ass. “July bottom” stops eating Matt’s ass and smiles. Already knowing the answer but wanting to hear the twink say it out loud, “July bottom” asks, “I can taste him. Did he breed you?” Matt moans yes and the man goes back to eating Matt’s ass. The man moves Matt to his bed. Matt notices there isn’t a lot of room in the bedroom. But he does notice the box of condoms and the lube on a windowsill. Matt lies on his back as the man he only knows as “July bottom” kisses him. Matt can feel the man on top of him and spreads and lifts his legs, so his feet are on the bed on each side of the man. They are making out and Matt can taste himself and Snake’s cum in his mouth. “July bottom” lifts Matt’s legs and starts eating his ass again. As he does, Matt is stroking his own cock. After a few minutes, Matt starts to babble a bit. Matt knows he can take this guy’s cock and when he feels it on his hole as “July bottom” comes up for another kiss; Matt says “Please fuck me.” “July bottom” says, “In a minute.” He puts his cock directly on Matt’s hole and he feels the bottom pushing to take his cock. "July bottom" thinks this twink is easy. “July bottom” asks, “Do you have a condom?” Matt says, “No. Do you?” “July bottom” kisses Matt, pushes his bare cock head on Matt’s hole a bit harder and says, “Above your head. Condoms and lube.” Matt, as “July bottom” expected, doesn’t reach for either the condoms or the lube. “July bottom” asks, “Snake didn’t use a condom when he fucked you did he?” Matt says, “No.” “July bottom” pushes a bit harder against Matt’s hole and the whole head pops inside. Matt moans loudly mostly from built up anticipation. “July bottom” says, “Yeah. He didn’t use one when he fucked me either. That cock felt so good sliding in me bareback. I came as I rode his cock. Did you like it?” Matt says, “Yeah. It felt so good.” Like a reward for his honest and slutty answers, “July bottom” says, “Good Boy!” and slides more of his cock in Matt’s ass. Matt opens his legs wider hoping the other man would start fucking him, but “July bottom” asks another question instead, “Can I fuck you bareback?” Matt, lost in desire and realizing he is about to let another bareback bottom fuck him, moans loudly and says, “Yes you can fuck me bareback.” With that answer “July bottom” slides the rest of his cock into Matt’s ass. Matt feels the man’s balls against his ass and says, “Fuck me.” But “July bottom” has one more question, “Can I cum in your ass like Snake did?” Matt, desperate to get fucked now, looks up at “July bottom” and says, “Cum wherever you want.” And with that answer “July bottom” kisses Matt passionately and begins a slow fuck. The slow fuck speeds up as the two men find their rhythm. Matt is moaning loudly and saying, “fuck me” and “fuck my ass.” The guys outside can hear Matt and start to cheer a bit. A couple of guys sneak over to watch through the window as the twink gets fucked by their friend. One says to the other, “$10 bucks he got the twink to go bareback.” The other guy says, “No bet. The condoms are still on the windowsill right in front of us. That slut is taking it raw.” “July bottom” is speeding up now, grunting and sweating. Matt knows the man fucking him is close. He reaches down and grabs “July bottom’s” ass. Concentrating on the feelings in his cock, “July bottom” is lost in the fuck making his cock tingle until he feels Matt grab his ass. “July bottom” says “You want my load, don't you?” Matt says, “Fuck yeah. Give me your load." "July bottom" is so turned on that this twink wants his load. He speeds up and he cums hard in the twink with a roar. More cheering outside from his friends. The two guys at the window watching Matt take their friend’s load are no longer quiet and bang on the trailer near the window. “July bottom” says, “Fuck off” at his friends, pulls out of Matt’s ass and goes down on Matt's cock. Matt was already so close from his cock rubbing on “July bottom’s” hairy belly that he cums almost immediately at the new, wet sensation on his cock. "July bottom" swallows Matt's load.

Pretty sure this is the one you mean

Giving and receiving, love both. Makes for some real piggy sex with someone who’s also into both.

So I have two time periods of being a pig. My first was from 2003 to 2013 (age 24 to 35). I then stopped using, started dating my husband, got married and now in the process of being separated and filing for divorce. This is what I call my domesticated period from 2013 to 2024 (age 35 to 46). Once my husband and I decided to end the marriage and go out separate ways, I made the choice to experience using and the pig world from my past. With ALL of that being said, I rarely fucked on trips in my earlier pig period. Which is a shame b/c I went to Paris, London, Rome, Berlin, Sydney, SF, LA, NYC during that time. I did fuck in Las Vegas, but who hasn't?!?! Now, I reentered the pig world in July, and I have actually fucked on a trip. Went to Barcelona over Labor Day weekend. Went with my "normie" best friend. While at a Bear Bar, he left with a guy he was chatting with on Scruff earlier in the night, and I went to the Sex Bars - Rectum. For 15 Euros I got a free alcoholic beverage of my choice (Red Bull & Vodka please), and three or four hours of non-stop Bareback fucking. I was bred by at least 20 different dudes in the dark room, thru the GHs, and in one of the slings. It was soook hot and fun! I'm now planning a trip to Denver the weekend right after Thanksgiving to spend the weekend being a hotel cumdump and then to Palm Springs Over New Years in which I hope to do the same with moderation as my "normie" best friend is coming as well. I'm trying to figure out fucking in Vienna and London in January. Oink Oink Motherfuckers!!!!

Kevin lay panting on the sofa, his arse still throbbing and wet from Sid's cock. He was alone with only the porn film breaking the silence. After a few moments, he got heavily to his feet. He could feel sperm between his buttocks and his hole was puffy and swollen when he touched it with his forefinger. What had he done? Was he carrying their babies? He thought back to his partner being off sick and realized that he probably had the fuck flu. He sighed deeply. And then there was the question of what would he tell his wife if his fears came true? Yet his cock had never felt so stiff below his ample belly and he felt sooo excited. He went back across the corridor and collected his clothes. He debated putting them on, leaving the sauna and hoping nothing would happen. Perhaps he would be lucky. He could go back to his old life..... He smiled at himself in the mirror. "Oh my..." He said out loud. "But what if I am pregnant now?" He giggled and reached back to feel the sperm between his cheeks. "I think it would be nice to do it some more." Carrying his clothes in a bundle, he made his way down the narrow staircase to the reception area.

When I know I'm about to cum, I pull almost ALL the way out and then push in as far as I can to deposit my load as deep as I can! THEN I will see-saw in and out as I "after-spasm" more cum into the hole. On occasion (I, myself, don't understand the rhyme or reason), I can keep doing that until I deposit a second load... And, when I can, I pull almost all the way out and then push in as far as I can to deposit my load as DEEP as I can! (I'm an Earth sign. We love consistency! 😜)

Chapter 2 We got to his place within thirty minutes. Thirty minutes that I had great difficulty to hide my excitement (mentally and physically) in public transport. Jamal didn´t make an effort to do so, but looked so nonchalant about it, that probably less people would give him a second look, while I was red from frantically trying to stuff my erection to the side. Well, if they didn´t take a look at his bulging pants that is. Then they would look more than two times, I swear. When we got to his flat, we practically ran through the doors and up some stairs. When the doors closed, he pinned me against the wall and gave me a long, slow, sensual kiss. I was a bit surprised by how gentle he was. But then he smiled at me and said: „You really need to calm down sexy. You look so nervous! And… well, nervousness is not a good match for trying to fit something into you…“ I looked down for a second, a bit ashamed, but also realizing that he was right. He was obviously big and I needed to relax. „So, lets get cozy first, shall we?“ Jamal asked. Want something to drink? Alcohol? Or I´d suggest a little G.“ I was taken aback by his directness. Had he really just suggested to put a drug into my drink? „Uhm, I think…“ I trailed off, confused. „It´s fine sweety, you´ve probably never tried it, right? Let´s just have a little and then you can decide if you want more or not. I`ll also have some and you can watch me measure.“ It was hard to argue with that. „No worries, I won´t try to knock you out, that´s no fun at all.“ „…okay. Yeah but just a little.“ We went into the kitchen, he prepared some coke and drew G from a little glas vial. I watched curiously. „1.6 for me and 1.3 for you sweety. I´m bigger so I can take a bit more.“ He flexed his arm grinned and then handed me the drink. I had to laugh a little at his display and took my drink. „To a great night!“ Jamal said cheerfully. „To a great night!“ We downed our drinks, it tasted nasty, but we had a sip of coke afterwards, so it was okay, „Lets get over to the sofa.“ Jamal suggested. When I turned around, he placed his hand on my ass and guided me like that to the living room, which made me hard again. The room was nice, clean, with a big U-shaped couch around a table, looking at a big ass TV with speakers all over the room. „Looks like somebody likes to watch movies.“ „Indeed“, he said. „All sorts of movies. How about some porn for now?“ he said with a wink. „Haha sure. What do you like to watch?“ „I´ll show you some, lets start with this.“ The TV showed a big, muscular guy and a twink getting slowly physical. They kissed and the twink started groping the other guys bulge. „Reminds you of something?“ asked Jamal. „Well… I guess you could say that.“ I quipped and sat down on the sofa next to him, letting my hand roam over his arms and pecs for a while, then settling on his bulge and giving it a squeeze. It was massive. He kissed me, more forcefully this time. We went on like this for a while, my hand still on his straining bulge, feeling it flex from time to time. When he let go of me, he put my other hand on his bulge, too, and looked into my eyes. I tried to pump his cock through his shorts, but then reached for his buttons and fly. „Becoming more comfortable, hmmm?“ he asked with his sexy, low voice. „Feeling the G sweety?“ I was a bit startled, but then realized he was right. „Yeah, I guess… feels like… waves? And I´m way calmer.“ „Good! Do you like it?“ „Yeah… yeah I do.“ I said. „Then go on…“ I reached to unbutton his pants and see the monster hiding in there with my own eyes for the first time. When I managed to pull his pants and underpants down far enough, it flopped out against his belly. “Wow!” I just said. I marvelled at it! It was not only big, but such a nice color, with a thick, lighter head and slightly curved upwards with some veins running along it. My mouth watered by the sight. “Haha, don’t just say that. Show me you like it!” With that he took my hand off of him and pressed me by my shoulders down to the floor. Fuck, I love a guy who takes control! I looked up at him and saw him grinning widely. He obviously loved seeing me between his legs, marvelling at his cock. I felt a bit embarrassed, but then he smacked his cock into my face and the thought disappeared into thin air. I saw his dick, his grin, and between those two were his massive pecs, his big body and… My thoughts trailed off. I just wanted to worship this beautiful, hot fucker. “Move your head closer and stick your tongue out!” he ordered. I did what he told me and his scent enveloped me, even before he planted his cockhead against my tongue. I loved it. He smelled a bit like fresh sweat and just… manly. Just then I realized, that he had smeared a drop of precum against my tongue. Fuck! “Swallow that sweety. Get a first taste of my babies in you…” I savored the slight taste and then swallowed my first bit of his cum. Fuck! I realized that I definitely wanted more! He took something from the table and then a heard a click and a hiss. I was startled and looked up confused. He sucked on a glas pipe while watching me. When he saw my confusion he smiled and exhaled a cloud of white smoke just above me. It smelled weird, but not as bad as cigarettes. “Sorry, this just gets me in the mood even more.” He winked. “I guess you´ve never smoked from a pipe like that?” I shook my head. I had smoked from a bong, but that? “No worries, it just makes horny as fuck and doesn’t taste so bad like some other things you can smoke. Wanne try?” Before I could respond, he already held the pipe in front of me and used this hissing lighter. “I, ehm…” “Just slightly suck it when you see the smoke coming out of the hole on top, like now. Go on!” I don´t know what drove me in that moment to suck my first cloud of t into my lungs. Well, I mean… I don´t know EXCACTLY that is. He was still a stranger after all, this was a hookup and I didn’t know what that was in the pipe. In that moment I couldn’t even think about consequences, it all went too fast and I was too horny. But after all, I was between the legs of one of the hottest studs I´d ever seen, sucking his dick and he wanted me to… he was so nice and dominant at the same time, he just pushed all of my buttons. So I just did it. And things started to change.

If ya dont take the load, it aint sex

On Sunday I took two loads one after the other (the second of the guys was waiting for the other guy to load me so he could slide right in). I was gaping so had some run down my leg right away, but I kept clenching as much as possible, so I could keep those and an earlier load in me until the following day.

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