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He rolled over to the side, and I couldn’t help but look directly at his slick hard-on. My gaze travelled up his rather nice, lightly hairy physique. He was coated in sweat and my mind once again went to licking it up. Then I met him with his returning stare. ‘Like what you see?’ ‘Oh shit. Sorry… Fuck.’ I quickly looked away. ‘Relax, man. I like it when people watch.’ Cindy hopped off the bed. I caught a glimpse of her moist pussy dripping with cum. ‘You didn’t wear a condom.’ ‘I’m a Christian. It’s against my religion.’ He smirked as he, too, hopped off the bed, went to his suit pants, pulled out a small plastic zip-lock bag with powder, and tossed it to me. ‘Pure this on the glass coffee table next to you.’ Then he flung a $100 bill at me. ‘Our night has only just started.’ Then followed Cindy into the bathroom, Hard cock swinging back and forth. It was like I was pumped for life. I knew I chatted Shawn’s ear off to the club. I was energised and eager, licking my lips for something grand. Something spectacular. The music was pumping, laser lights shooting in all directions, and the decor was a far cry better than the brothel. It was crowded, but Shawn seemed to know people, and we got a nice VIP lounge not too far from the bar. I recognised a few celebrities and immediately knew we were in a prestige place. I learnt something new about Shawn. He was a networker. ‘Steve. This is Matt.’ A large veining hand reached out to me. I looked up to see this incredibly handsome-looking man looking down at me as I slipped my hand into his. He was older. Older than Shawn, from what I can tell. ‘I said I would give you a good time, and Matt will help.’ He winked at me. I looked back at Matt, who seemed to be evaluating me. ‘Oh, I see. Shawn, you know I have a partner. I’m ok.’ ‘Shut up.’ Matt growled and lifted me off the couch. ‘You better do as he says, Steve. Matt does and takes what he wants.’ I had no time to contest and was dragged out of the VIP area through the dance flow and out the back through a side entrance to what I could only presume was a private area for VIP members. ‘Shawn told me about your situation.’ ‘Situation?’ He threw me into a dimly lit small room. It was cozy, and it must have been soundproof because the music from the club was muffled to a simple thump in the background. Matt went to a cabinet near the bed and opened what seemed like a mini fridge. He tossed me a bottle with a blue liquid in it. ‘Drink it.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘Shut up and drink.’ It had a horrible taste, but it was soon forgotten as I watched him unbutton his white shirt to reveal his solid, hairy body. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the grey mixed through his dark fur. At this moment, I realised I had not reached out to my partner. ‘Fuck! I need to make a call.’ Now wearing only his suit pants, Matt picked me up by my arm and threw me on the bed. ‘You ain’t calling no one.’ And pulled my black tee off over my head. He leant me down my back as he rubbed his large fingers over my smooth skin. He seemed mesmerised, and touching became firmer. I could feel the calluses on his hands. He must do some physical labour. He did this for a while. I guessed he liked what he was seeing. Touching. Then, he moved away and went back to the cabinet. I started to feel a little spacy, light, and kinder horny. ‘You drank a lot of G, boy.’ ‘What the fuck!’ ‘Relax.’ He turned back around, this time with a glass pipe in his. ‘No. No way. Nose candy. Sure. G well, I’ll go with it. But I won’t be having that.’ ‘SHUT UP!’ He pulled me off the bed and made me hole the pipe. It already had sharps in it. He tossed me the lighter. ‘Smoke until I tell you to stop.’ ‘No.’ He grabbed me around the throat and pulled me close. I could smell cigar breath on him. ‘Shawn said you will be resistant. That’s fine. Because I like to fight. I’m in control, and I like my young boys fucked up.’ He pushed the pipe into my mouth and moved my hand with the light to the bulb. I lit up.

So here's a story I need to share. I always board the plane in the first zone. So yesterday I boarded a flight from Vienna to Amsterdam. Took my normal aisle seat at the front. I like to watch the "talent" as it boards and see if there are any nice big cocks hanging loose in sweatpants. It's a regional jet 2 seats on each side. About halfway through I spot cream colored sweatpants and it looks like a large swinging dick pushing through. My lucky day, it's attached to a very fresh looking, young kid...and his seat is right next to mine. I get up and let him into the window seat. He is one of those 22ish year olds that just looks like sex on legs. I sit back down again and he immediately starts adjusting his cock with his hand inside his sweats. I have a nice watch and he comments on it. He seems eager to chat. I normally hate talking to the passenger next to me but this guy is beyond sexy and has a great voice and overall attitude. So we chat for the full flight and about 10-15 minutes before landing his hand (which has been adjusting his cock the entire flight) slides over to my leg and he looks at me and says "I really like Dads. It's my weakness." So I put my and on top of his and he pulls it over and into his sweats...and guides my hand to his cock. It's just as thick and semi-hard as I had expected. He says "this is your boy's cock, do you like it"....well, I am a top...so I said "yeah but I'd really like to see what your ass looks like" he smiles and says, "oh yeah, definitely I need Dad to breed me" I get instantly rock hard....so here we are sitting next to each other on the plane both with rock hard cocks I ask him where he is going after the flight and the kid actually says "to your place" Long story short, I took this boy to my apartment and we fucked all night. He was a kinky fucker wanting lots of choking and bondage and deep assplay...I almost got my fist into him but definitely used his hole with my toys and shot three loads into him. This morning he slept in late. Woke up, asked to take a shower...I fucked his ass again in the shower. Then he dressed and thanked me for a great night and left. We never exchanged names or contact info. Fucking best flight of my life!

2. I stared up at my roommate bleary eyed without stopping what I was doing. I gave him a sloppy grin, my mind too hazy to register how weird the moment was. Alec stood there and looked at me for a long moment. I must have been a sight, slumped down on the couch, naked and glassy eyed, drooling, my cock smearing precum all over my stomach, and my fingers desperately trying to penetrate my hole for the first time. He looked past me to the coffee table and noticed the open little brown bottle. Comprehension spread across his face, “Matt… Matt did you… did you open that little bottle?” He said, sounding concerned. “I didn’t know what it was,” I said, my words coming out slightly slurred. “I just felt so hot. It all felt so good. Alec it all feels so good.” “I’m gonna kill Jack. I told him not to leave those poppers laying around they’re too strong… Holy shit Matt!” While Alec was talking I had kept rubbing my hole and just at that moment I finally managed to get one of my fingers past my ring. It sank deep into my hole. I let out a long satisfied groan. “It all just feels so good,” I moaned, and with my finger still inside my hole I reached for the bottle on the table. For a moment it looked like Alec was going to try and stop me, but then another look came across his face. He came around the couch so he was standing in front of me now. His expression had shifted. He no longer looked confused and worried, now he looked hungry. “Is this the first time you’ve every played with your ass Matt,” he asked in a soft low voice. “Yes. I just felt… the heat… it led me there.” “It feels good doesn’t it Matt? You like having a something inside your hole.” “It all feels so good! I can’t stop.” “That’s because you’re high on Jack’s special poppers. They make everything feel amazing, but they don’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do… at least a little.” He paused looking me up and down. “Fuck, you look hot all gooned out on poppers playing with your hole.” “Thanks man. I feel fucking sexy.” “You are Matt, you are.” Alec grinned. Then he said, “Do you want me to help you feel even better?” “How?” I said desperately. The one finger in my hole felt so good I almost couldn’t imagine how someone could help me feel even better. “Do you want me to show you?” He stepped a little closer. I felt a shift in the dynamic in the room but didn’t understand it in my blissed-out state. “Yes!” I practically screamed. “Good… just remember. You asked me to do this.” With that he pulled off his shirt tossing it aside. I’d seen all my roommates shirtless at one point or another in out six years living together but I’d never really thought much of it. Now in my compromised state I found myself looking at Alec in a new way. He had wide shoulders and narrow hips. His pecs were round and plump with a little patch of hair growing right in the center and trailing down his trim but not overly defined stomach till it vanished in his waistband. For the first time in my life I thought… he looks hot. Alec unzipped his pants and kicked them off before he got between my legs and knelt down in just his briefs. “Alright,” he said, taking hold of my wrist and pulling my hand away from my hole. “One hand playing with your nips and one hand holding those poppers to your nose boy. Take a big long inhale for me and count to ten before you breathe out.” I did as he said. With the hand that had just been in my hole I started to play with my nipples switching between sides, and with the other I pressed the bottle to my nose and took a long deep sniff. My head swam. My vision closed in for a second. Heat rushed down through my body. Alec took hold my both of my thighs, and positioned me a little closed to the edge of the couch. Then while I was lost in the rush of a fresh his, started flicking his tongue around my hole. My mind exploded with pleasure as Alec went to work on my hole. I moaned and whimpered, unable to do anything but lay there. My jaw hung loose, my mouth just open, as he ate me out. It was like nothing I had ever experience. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My hole quivered under his assault. Steadily his tongue’s flicking motions became more and more pointed, pressing directly into the center of my hole. “That’s it,” he mumbled, “Open that straight boy hole up for me.” “Fuck! Alec. Fuck! That feels so good,” I said blearily. “Good boy. Give in to that feeling. I’m going to make you feel so good. Take another big his for me.” I did as he instructed and took another long hit. Closing my eyes as I held my breath letting the mysterious scent take me away. “Fucking beautiful,” Alec said, and pushed his tongue harder against my hole. He pushed and pushed and I felt myself opening up for him. My hole bloomed around his invading tongue, slowly relaxing till it was putty in his hands. “Fucking beautiful,” he muttered again, and started rubbing his fingers around the edge of my hole. My cock throbbed at his touch, and big globs of precum pumped from the tip adding to the trickle that was constantly leaking out. My stomach was sticky mess, all my hair matted down to my skin with smears of precum. “You’re almost there,” Alec cooed, “Just a little more Mattie. Relax. You want me to make you feel good don’t you.” “Yes! Please! Make me feel good.” “Good boy. Just relax then. I’m going to make you feel good in ways you could never imagine. Another big hit for me.” I pressed the bottle to my nose as he spit onto my hole, and smeared it around with his fingers. When I finally breathed out Alec pressed at my hole with two of his fingers. There was a brief second of resistance and then my hole just opened for them. As if by magic my virgin hole winked open and Alec’s fingers disappeared completely inside me. “Oh fuck!” I shouted. “Good boy. Good boy.” Alec said as he started to work his fingers in and out of me. My head was spinning. My body was on fire. I was sweating so much that the scent just hung in the air. I couldn’t focus on anything. The crashing waves of pleasure Alec was sending through my body were completely overwhelming. I felt like I should have cum right then but I didn’t. Instead my cock just continued to throb and leak. Alec worked my hole expertly, twisting his fingers in and out. He held two fingers from his other hand in front of my face and said, “Suck.” Obediently I opened my mouth and sucked down his fingers. Inexpertly I slobbered all over them till they were dripping with spit. Alec withdrew his fingers from my desperate mouth and started to alternate between which hand was invading my hole. He had me take another hit and when I did he pressed another finger into me, widening my hole even more. I just moaned. It was bliss. Everything that was happening felt so blissfully wonderful why would I ever give it a second thought, let alone resist. We repeated the process of me huffing deeply as he finally added his fourth finger to my hole. Some little part of my brain couldn’t believe what was happening. I’d never imagined playing with my hole even a little and now my gay roommate had four of his fingers crammed in ass and I was loving it. “Fuck yes,” Alec said, “You like that don’t you straight boy? You like me opening up your ass.” “It feels so good man! Don’t fucking stop!” “No that’s not enough Mattie,” he said, and pulled his fingers out of my now open hole. “You have to say it. Tell me what’s making you feel so good.” “You Alec. You’re making me feel so good… your… your fingers in my ass! Fuck! Finger my hole Alec!” I practically shouted. “Good boy.” He said, and rammed his fingers back inside me. “Your holes so open Matt. You look so fucking hot high off your mind on poppers stretched around my fingers. Fuck!” “Your fingers feel so good inside me. I never… I never thought having something in my ass would feel this good!” “Well,” Alec said with a wicked grin on his face. “Wanna try something even better?” “What?” “Flip over with your chest on the back of the couch.” He instructed taking his fingers from my hole again. “Perfect, now stay right there while I go and get something I think you’ll like even more than fingers. Take a couple big hits of those poppers while you wait.” I never thought of doing any other than what Alec instructed. If there was something that would feel even better than his fingers in my ass then I wanted to find out what it was. So I stayed bent over the back of the couch, my ass on full display and took two deep drags off of the bottle clutched in my fist. After a moment I head Alec coming back, “Eyes forward,” he said in a commanding voice I’d never heard him use before, “You don’t need to see what’s coming, just give in to the pleasure.” I obeyed. I could hear him setting several things down on the coffee table. Then there was a new sensation. Something blunt and thick was pressing against my hole. It felt cool and slick against my nearly virginal pucker. “Deep hit off the poppers boy.” I followed his instructions, flying so high I was likely never to come down. As soon as the scent hit my body my hole relaxed and whatever Alec was pushing against my hole slid easily inside me. We both let out load deep moans. “Holy shit, you just took that whole thing,” Alec said as he started to work the invading object in and out of my hole. “What a waste… a straight guy having such a perfect fag hole. Although,” he jammed the object roughly into my hole again causing me to whimper, “Get you high enough on poppers and apparently it doesn’t matter if your straight or not does it.” “Fuck Alec! What did you put inside me! It feels so good. Don’t stop! Keep fu…” I stopped… a little part of my mind that was still in control knew what I had been about to say and had pumped the breaks despite how good it felt. “Keep doing what? What did you say boy? Come on… let it out, or I’ll stop.” He slammed the object in and out of me a couple of times as if to drive his point home. “Don’t stop…” I couldn’t say it… but I wanted to… he started to pull the object out of me, slowly and deliberately. I panicked, what if he really did stop and then the pleasure would stop! “Don’t stop fucking me!” I practically shouted. “God damn that’s hot. High on poppers and literally begging to be fucked. Do you want to see what I’ve been fucking you with Mattie?” “Yes!” He pulled the object out and held it off to the side. I looked over my shoulder startled to see a thick black dildo. I stared aghast at it. It seemed impossibly thick and several inches longer than even any dick I’d ever seen in a porno. That thing had been inside me?! “I told you, you had an impressive hole. You took this one so easily, let’s try something a little more intense.” “Yes please Alec! Fuck me! Please Alec! Fuck me!” He leaned over, his hand between my shoulder bladed and his mouth right next to my ear. “Don’t worry straight boy… that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

A red light illuminated the dirty grey walls. Dark, shadowy figures moved in around me. The room felt small. Or was it that the dark figures filled the space? It was hard to tell from how I was positioned. The tingly feeling in my feet was so strong that they were numb and overpowered my train of thought. My arms stretched far above my head, held tight by what I could only imagine were restraints, equally adding to the interrupting pain, preventing me from focusing on what is, and I would presume, a shitting situation. How did I get here? ‘Not tonight, Steve. Let me sleep.’ Muffing into his pillow. ‘Common, we haven’t fucked in months… I think we are pushing on a year.’ I move my hand over the side of his waist, only to be swatted away. ‘Uugh.’ I tossed and turned, trying to settle my restlessness. ‘Fuck. Steve. Just go and watch TV or something.’ I logged onto my computer. Like routine, I searched for some of the most fucked up porn I could find while I jerked off. Real piggy shit. Nasty men gangbanging guys close to my age. Messy throat fucking porn and hardcore bondage and BDSM play. But it is getting to a point where the porn is just not satisfying. I reflected on how long I had been doing this monotonous routine porn searching and jerking off. I got with my partner soon after I turned 18. I’m 26, and our sex life dried out not long into our third year together. I’m a traditionalist, and I believe in monogamy, and I believe in commitment. Thick or thin, as they say. But here I am. Needs not being met and alone jerking off to what people see as fucked up and completely wrong. I start flicking through hook-up sites, feeling completely guilty for it. I struck up a few chats with a couple of blocks here and there; occasionally, I would get a dick pic and the odd arse hole here and there. I don’t understand why guys sent pictures of their arse holes. They’re not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. Something about chatting with blokes online just felt… Soulless. The routine kept on and on. As I was about to call it, I stumbled across one profile of an older guy I found hot. He was in decent shape and a bit rough-looking. I’m not much for clean-cut guys. But what his profile said struck my interest. He was openly poz, and he seemed a little proud of it. I realised I was jerking harder than usual. I couldn’t control myself and emptied my balls over my smooth, defined chest. ‘What are you all dressed up for?’ ‘Far well drink with work mate. You know Lisa. She’s finished up with the firm… You were invited, remember.’ I straighten up my belt, checking my appearance in the mirror. Looking sharp, I thought. I could feel a shift in my partner’s energy, ‘Well. Long are you gonna be?’ ‘I don’t know.’ The guilt crept up inside. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door, checking myself in the reflection of the splash back in the kitchen as I strutted past. ‘What about me.’ ‘I won’t be long.’ I gave him a peck on the lips and left. The bar was hustling, and my work colleagues were in a party mood. I was torn between wanting to be part of their level of party and the guilt of not returning to my partner. My boss pressed another beer into my chest. I have a good friendship with my boss. I had worked with him for about three years. We spoke about personal shit, and I have opened up about my sex life and he… Well, he isn’t shy about his. Shawn was a married man. Two kids under 14. But he isn’t innocent. For an older bloke, he can get any pussy he likes, and he does. Our after-work chats always end up with him telling me how he banged some bird the other night. And I’m telling you, I thought I had a fucked up perverted sense of taste. He would have to be just as fucked up, if not worse. He’s told me stories of sharing his wife with other men. He gets a real kick seeing strangers shooting their load into his wife and then going in after. I’m always rock hard when he tells me, and he knows it too. Tonight is no different. We sat out on the deck with Shawn telling me yet another one of his conquests. ‘Fuck. I must have drunk too much.’ My eyesight was blurry, and I felt a little drowsy. ‘Shut up. I’m taking you out on a good night, Steve. No calling it early like you always do.’ And he didn’t let me leave. The crowd thinned out, and I was beginning to feel shitfaced. Soon, there were only the two of us. ‘Common mate. It's time to really party. I’m going to introduce you to a few fellas that I know. But first. We need to make a pit stop.’ And sure enough, we stopped by a brothel. ‘Jacob. What are we doing here… Mate? I can barely keep my eyes open.’ ‘Shh.’ We were on the couch as the ladies came out of the back room one by one, as though they were Jacob's personal catalogue. ‘Hi, I’m Cindy.’ The brunette bombshell said, flirting with Shawn. ‘Shawn. You remember I am gay, right.’ ‘Shh… Hi Cindy. Wanna play.’ ‘I sure do. Come with me. Shawn got up to follow, nudging me to come with them. The room was what you would expect when going to a brothel: distasteful and over the top with velvet and oddly chosen furniture. I slumped into the chair in the corner. Shawn wasted no time getting busy with Cindy. I must have passed out. The sounds of thumping and muffling moans and groans first caught my consciousness. My lids scrapped against my dry eyes. And like I said earlier. An arse hole is not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. And Shawn’s arse is one of those grand visions. It was like it sobered me up as I watched his cheek flex every time he pumped his cock in Cindy. I was instantly throbbing and felt the strain of my cock pressed hard against my stomach from my tight jocks. He picked up pace. I couldn’t help but imagine licking the sweat built up in the matted bit of hair just above his arse crack. Trails of sweat wept across his burning skin as he held Cindy tight to his body while pumped away like it was the last fuck of his life. ‘Haah… Uugh.. Aaah...’ He moaned, and I knew. His arse cheeks held firm. Cindy’s legs wrapped around him tighter. I had to do everything in my power not to… Release.

Chapter 6 Feeling the pulsing cock in my one hand while impaling my face and throat again and again on the second one, I was in love with these two beautiful dicks and couldn´t get enough. Then Jamal tapped me on the head and withdrew his cock while standing up and so did Taron. I looked up at these beautiful black gods above me, their seeing their cocks from underneath, seeing them from this angle hang just over my head. Then suddenly Jamal slapped his cock down at my lips and Taron grinned and joined him. I was confused for a second, but then laughed and put out my tongue to lap at their cocks when they came swinging down at my face. Then they stopped with their cockheads both right at the corners of my mouth and I started alternating between slurping at their cockheads. I felt really slutty, but these men seemed to like it and I did, too! I put a hand down to jerk my cock and was surprised to find it soft, despite my intense horniness. The guys noticed my confusion (well, it probably wasn´t that hard to nice, because my mouth went down, away from their cocks. “No worries sweety, it happens to some cocks when smoking.” “But not to the ones, that are supposed to be used…” Taron chimed in and nodded towards their still rock hard dicks. I kind of blushed a little, but understood the underlying request and continued, this time going down further on his dick and trying to get it in as deep as possible. Jamal used this moment to walk behind me and kneel down. He casually slapped my but cheeks and said “Up!” I got into a kneeling position to push my ass towards him. Apprehensive, but excited that he would finally take care of my ass, while at the same time a bit sad that Taron´s cock went out of the reach of my mouth with that, me just being able to wrap a hand around it and jerk it from below. Jamal´s big hands pressed onto my but cheeks and spread them and he dove with his tongue at my hole. “Ughhh!” I could just moan, surprised from the sudden assault. Usually guys took their time with fingers first, right? I had closed my eyes for a second, when I felt something at my lips. While opening my eyes I also opened my mouth, feeling the stem of the glas pipe being slightly pressed against my lower lip, while Taron handled the lighter. “Suck it, baby…” he murmured. Surprised again I registered, that the smoke was already coming out of the pipe. In my joy I must have missed the click of the lighter. So obediently I sucked in the smoke that would surely make me tinge again and… free me? “Very good. A little more… that´s it. Hold it in. You know what to do, right boy?” He stated this more than really asked, while swinging his hips slightly, his knees a bit bent, so his cock was swinging right before my eyes. Of course I knew! So I sucked his cock into me with force, choking myself a little and freely blocking my path for air, giving him and his cock control over my breath. My head. And somehow, of my life. I tried to give Taron the kind of feeling Jamal was giving me through my hole. Fuck, I think never had a rimjob felt this good! So I tried to go back and forth on the beauty in my mouth, getting more and more of it down my throat, massaging the head with my throat muscles and the underside with my tongue to the best of my ability. And that´s when it happened: Jamals suddenly pierced my hole with his tongue and my yelp (that of course was barely any noise at all to anyone but me) seemed to give Taron the opportunity to do his stab and really burying his cock in my throat, bringing my head into his pubes. My eyes bulged and I struggled for a second, feeling overwhelmed by so much cock in me. But Taron quickly held my head firmly in his hands, while caressing my face and telling me how good it felt, to relax my throat, stay there for just another moment and what not. And I actually managed just that for a couple of seconds, feeling a sense of pride starting to rise in me. Accomplishment, mixed with this feeling of utter sexual euphoria from feeling the pubes of this hot fucking black god scratching ma face and… well, maybe it was also the smoke that made my lungs scream for release and my head tingle. Probably all of it? Finally Taron released his grip and I quickly breathed out and taking a raspy breath in quickly afterwards, to get some oxygen into my system, before breathing out again, some smoke still coming out. Fuck, that was hot, but I can´t do this more often or I would pass out, I thought. That´s when I registered, that both Jamal and Taron had stopped their action and stood on their feet, sternly looking down at me, not moving a muscle, suddenly looking intimidating. My eyes widened. Fuck! Taron finally spoke up: “You know what you were supposed to do, right?” I meekly nodded. “Say it, boy. What were you supposed to do?” asked Jamal in a hard voice. “I, hmm…” My voice cracked, but then I quickly added “I was supposed to hold in the air for long, which I did! But I think I should have blown it down the cock slowly…” “You think?” “I WAS supposed to blow it out slowly, around the cock.” I said, more strongly. While looking down. What situation had I brought myself into here?! “Right boy.” Taron said, nodding. “You didn´t do what you knew you were supposed to. So there will be a punishment.” My head jerked up. What the fuck?! “Don´t worry, Jakey. Since it’s the first time, we will find something suitable to help you not disobey us again, but not too harsh. In fact, you might come to like it.” Jamal´s lips went into a curl, before he turned around and got something out of a drawer. Then he came back and knelt down before me, hiding whatever he held in his hand. “Eyes up! And keep them there!” I felt anxiety kick in, but obeyed. They wouldn´t harm me, would they? I felt Jamal´s big hands working my ballsack and something cold slide along my cock, but kept my eyes up. After like ten or fifteen seconds I heard something turn and click and Jamal stood up again, a small key in his hand, grinning widely down at me now. “It suits you perfectly! Now have a look!” I did and when my eyes saw the small (very small!) band of circular metal rings that encased my cock, I´m sure they also widened in shock. My hand flew to my cock and just felt cool metal. There was also a ring going around my balls, preventing the other rings from just being taken off. “What the…?” “Fuck baby, this is a little punishment, but it also looks so fitting to see you cock caged and kept in that small stage! I wouldn´t be used anytime soon anyway, right?” Taron said, while jerking his big dick, as if for comparison. “I´m, uh, I… what is that?” I was completely dumbfolded. “It´s a cock cage baby, to make sure you´re not trying to use that little dick while there are so much better dicks around. And so much better ways to use your body…” Jamal trailed off. I looked down again and couldn´t believe how tiny this thing seemed. My cock was a grower, but If you had asked me before if it would fit into that cage, I would have laughed at you. But there it was, securely held around my cock. An unfamiliar weight between my legs, like my cock was as big as theirs and filled with blood, ready to go. Was that how having a huge dick like theirs felt, when you had it swinging between your legs? And why the fuck was I thinking about their cocks instead of mine, when they had just literally locked it up? I wanted to rise to my feet, demanding the key, but Taron´s hand on my shoulder stopped me firmly, while immediately starting to knead my flesh with a strong, but wonderful grip. I sighed and looked up. “Don´t you worry baby. This is just the start, no need to stand up. Let´s get back to where we were before and try that again, huh?”

Fucked my first virgin today. Started chatting with this guy on Grindr yesterday and kept the conversation going into the night and all day today. Found out he was a virgin and convinced him to meet me at a little known bathroom at a nearby mall. Fucked him in the men's bathroom and put my load deep inside his ass. He's already hit me up for round 2.

Been out tonight with mates, got a bit wired. A fit lad was giving me the eye. He followed me into the bathroom, we were the only ones in there and we started to kiss wildly. He pushed me into a cubicle, got his cock out and throat fucked me then turned me around, pulled my jeans and trunks down, rimmed me open then just shoved his massive hard cock right up inside me. He fucked me hard for about 5 mins, like a machine, then I felt him groan and his cock pulse inside me as he shot squirt after squirt in me. He pulled out, kissed me and walked off. My hole is still dripping cum.

“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

Poppers (amyl nitrite) original use was to treat cyanide poisoning and for angina (chest pain from lack of blood flow to the heart)... so there is pharmacological info available. Here's some excerpts and a link from a site i use frequently (i'm a critical care nurse). We use nitrite/nitrate based vasodilators all the time in the hospital. They work fast, but the effects only last a few minutes. If we are using a nitro patch, we take it off after 12 hours to avoid tolerance. Another thought is your arteries may have changed over time (possible stenosis-i.e. narrowing, could make the effects less dramatic- speculating). i also think there is a possible psychological effect. Same roller coaster we ride as a kid may not be as thrilling after the 1000th time as an adult? "Pharmacokinetics Onset: 10-30 sec Duration: 3-15 min (angina) Peak: 3 min Acute Relief of Angina 0.3 mL by inhalation of crushed ampule, may repeat q3-5min Wave crushed ampule under nose multiple times for 2-6 nasal inhalations Cyanide Poisoning 0.3 mL ampule crushed and contents poured onto a gauze and placed in front of patient's mouth or endotracheal tube, if patient intubated, to inhale over 15-30 sec; repeat qMin until IV sodium nitrite available Each ampul lasts ~3 min; separate administration by at least 30 sec to allow patient to adequate oxygenate Contraindications Hypersensitivity to organic nitrates Recent use (last 24 hr) sildenafil (Viagra), tadalafil (Cialis), or vardenafil (Levitra) or other phopsphodiesterase-5 inhibitor use Caution in narrow angle glaucoma (controversial: may not be clinically significant) Severe anemia Recent head trauma Cautions AMI, alcohol use, hyperthyroidism, cardiomyopathy, incr ICP (eg, head, trauma, cerebral hemorrhage-potential contraindication), incr IOP, postural hypotension, volume depletion, low systolic BP Inability to relieve chest pain after 3 doses may mean AMI-rush to ER if possible Avoid excessive, prolonged hypotension Withdraw gradually to avoid acute angina Patient should be sitting down during & immediately after inhaling Do not change brands unintentionally as not all are bioequivalent Treat drug-induced headache with aspirin or acetaminophen Provide nitrate-free interval (10-12 hr or overnight) to avoid development of tolerance Protect from light" [think before following links] https://reference.medscape.com/drug/amyl-nitrite-342274?icd=login_success_email_match_norm#10

Absolutely - fat, thin, old, young, ugly, gnarly cocks… the only thing that mattered was being bred. Now I don’t bottom so much, I take the same view with holes - I don’t care what you look like, you’ll take my load!

I will say that I was a late bloomer and didn’t really understand my attraction to men and mainly to dick until my late teens or early twenties and by then I had an established life and friends and was almost to ashamed to come out and say that I was curious about having sex with guys. I kind of grew into my own way of living, I loved the gym, absolutely loved being lean and having a 6-pack. But I hardly took advantage of it, for almost a year I hardly went out and did anything other than school, the gym, homework and video games, but while everyone else went out and partied, I would indulge in my secret desires online. Chatting with guys online, reading stories, including fictional stories about guys like me being tricked or trapped into having sex with older men. I would usually fantasize about it and masturbate, but every time after I would cum, I would almost feel ashamed or not interested in men, but about 10-15 minutes later, the fantasy would come back and I would get back online and this would repeat and I would jerk-off two-three times a night on the weekends. This went on for a few years as I dug deeper and deeper into my online life. I had come very close to acting out the fantasy, but living in a small town, there were not many options to act out my fantasy. I had a friend who lived in a town about 30 minutes from my hometown, it was a little bit bigger than the town I lived in, but still less than 10,000 people. We went to a small Mexican restaurant and our waiter was very feminine and my friend told me “Yeah he is gay and has aids”. Did the guy really have aids? Probably not. Was he even gay? I have no idea. But that is the stigma that I grew up with, growing my desire to keep my identity secret. But that sentence that was probably false set me on a path that would change me forever. I got home that night and fell into my usual weekend night habit on the internet, but I found myself curiously searching about Aids and HIV and found it absolutely exhilarating! My heart was pounding, and dick was hard as I found HIV dating sites and started searching areas with high HIV populations. This went on for a few weeks before I stumbled across a website called “The Breeding Zone” and discovered that I wasn’t alone in my fantasy. For months and months and months I went there at night, reading stories about guys taking hiv positive loads and becoming poz themselves and just feel in love with the idea. I couldn’t explain the sexual draw to it, but it was like nothing I had ever felt before. After a few months I began writing my own fantasy stories on there and had a few guys comment on them, which made me want to write even more. I would rush home from work and began to write, it was almost all I could think about. I would spend weeks writing detailed stories and post them longing for people to tell me how much it turned them on. I would get some comments that highlight my lack of any actual physical experience, but I would take that and learn from it. After a few stories, I started getting men messaging me, telling me how much they liked the stories, but they all fizzled out. They would be halfway across the US or even in another country. And they didn’t seem turned on by the idea of having a sexual pen pal. But nevertheless, I kept writing, it was the closest I had ever been to actually having sex with a man. Getting to detail a sexual experience that I fantasized about and having other guys talk to me about it. I would say a little over a year into discovering this website, I posted part 4 of a 4 part story about a nice young man from a small town (sound familiar) who moved to the city and ends up letting a homeless man who he gives money too frequently outside his downtown apartment, come up to his apartment during a frigid cold winter storm and ends up getting raped and robed by the homeless man, but this tragic event leads to a destructive cycle of letting them man back into his apartment which repeats the same events, forced sex (which is not seeming to be too forced now) and being robbed and ultimately leads to the young man becoming HIV positive. A couple of nights after posting the story, I received a message from a guy halfway across the country. He told me how much he enjoyed my stories, and he offered up his poz cock to me anytime I wanted. It was such an exciting feeling, but again, he lived in Wisconsin, and I was in southern Kansas. But this guy was different, he wanted to chat and talk about it. I explained my situation and he felt bad and encouraged me to take a trip and act out one of my fantasies. We talked for months and exchanged different fantasies. One night he sent me this fantasy that sent me wild. From him: “We finally meet up, I am so excited to finally get to see you and meet you, but ultimately, I decide that I am too much of a risk. You’re too good of a person and I can’t do this to you. I try to leave, but you ignore me and pull me into you and start kissing me. We fall on the bed and again I try to stop you, but you continue, pulling my clothes off, I try to resist, but you’re so sexy and the emotional connection to you is so strong, I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone. We are both naked on the bed, but again I realize how young you are, you have the rest of your life to live and you’re such a good innocent person, I can’t let me load consume you. I stop and say “my viral load shot up right before I got here, I’m not safe for you, it’s too dangerous”, but you’re too turned on by my rock hard cock rubbing against you. Your ass is dripping from the lube and wanting it so bad, you push me back and say “I don’t care, I am gonna ride your fukken dick whether you like it or not”. I try to resist but the feel of your silky ass sliding down on my cock is too hot for me to push you off. You keep sliding down on my rock-hard cock until I am fully inside of you. You start riding my bare dick and I start coming to my sense and tell you “Babe, seriously stop! My cum will result in you becoming positive, you need to stop and pull of now!”. But you don’t, you ride harder until I suddenly unload a torrent of my hot highly toxic jizz in your tight little hole. As you slide off my dick, red jizz drops out of you and the only thing I can then is welcome to the family son, you just got pozzed. You think for several seconds, then drop back down on top of me, kissing me deeply ands say “Thanks dad! Glad to be your son””. After reading that, if he was close to me, I would have totally let him shoot his load inside of me. This was the closest I had ever been to it, I believe that up until this point, this was just all a secret fantasy that I would never act out. I mean, if I am too afraid to come out of the closet, how would it be to come out of the closet and infected with HIV. But this story, a story from a positive guy directed towards me, I had never experienced anything close to that in my life and it was intoxicating. We talked for months and months and grew very close. I stopped writing and just looked forward to talking with him. He told me that he was a retired wood worker (lol) and became infected in the 80’s so he was pretty viral and had suffered some health complications from it. He said that he had taken meds, but being retired and on a fixed income it was difficult for him to afford. He was in his mid 70’s, I was only 25, so there was definitely an age gap but I was always attracted to older men, not sure why, but older men turned me on. He had to use a cane to get around and suffered from ED and said he hadn’t had an erection in a few years but loved giving blow jobs. Since we would probably never meet, this wasn’t too much of an issue, after all I could fantasize about his dick being hard as stone and unloading a river of poz cum. He also told me he was married, but his husband was ok with him messing around, if he used a condom, so he didn’t infect other people, but with ED he hadn’t done that in a long time. He was a wealth of information for a guy like me, being so inexperienced. He helped me understand some basic questions about anal sex between men and a lot of information about HIV and one thing that I didn’t know is that the likely hood of becoming infected was quite low. He did say that one of the biggest factors in becoming poz was the viral load of the top. He also said that any tears in the rectum could greatly increase the likely hood of infection and that blood in blood was really the only sure way to get infected. He said that with me being a virgin, I would need to be careful that there were no tears in my rectum wall that could expose blood vessels, cum can carry a large viral load, but nothing close to blood, so a top with an open sore on their cock would be extremely dangerous for a bottom. In October 2024 I got a message from Tim (the guy I had been talking to) and he informed me that him and his husband were taking a road trip for fall and he had casually mentioned Kansas and his husband wasn’t thrilled about the idea, after all Kansas isn’t known for its fall foliage, but he thought he had him talked into it. Tim: my husband used to be cool with me sleeping with other guys, but that has been a couple of years, and I don’t think he would be cool with me and him driving halfway across the country so I could meet another guy that I have been talking to for half a year. After all it doesn’t feel like its just sex with you and me. Me: OMG! That has my heart pounding! So nervous and excited Tim: I know! I wish I didn’t have ED issues! But would still be great to see you and I can still shoot a big load if you want to jerk me off or suck me off Me: oh and glad to hear that you see this as more than sex too Tim: Wow! I was so nervous to say that, didn’t want to scare you off, thinking I was falling in love lol Me: you better tell me you love me before you cum in me lol Tim: Oh, don’t you go falling in love, I’m a married man Me: Sorry, I didn’t mean that Tim: Lol I was joking! I think we both are starting to have feelings for each other, but you’re so young, why would you want an older guy like me Me: Lol, you can’t poz me and leave me. Your husband good with another roommate lol Tim: after he saw you he might be lol! All of my sexual frustration and fantasies were being directed at this one person. This guy had no idea of how much he was biting off. I was feeling as though I wanted him more than anything, I wanted him to leave his husband and move in with me and just fuck me raw every night. How long this would last I had no idea. In 5 years he would be in his 80’s and I would be in my thirties. Are there legit emotions involved or just sexual tension? I was blinded and all I knew was that I wanted to be with him. A couple of weeks later I get the message that they will be staying in a town 30 miles from my home town for 2 nights and couldn’t wait to see me. The time flew by, and the day was here and I was a nervous wreck, but felt somewhat comforted by the fact that he had ED and we wouldn’t be able to have sex. I really wanted to, but the reality of becoming poz was terrifying. His husband still didn’t know he was coming to see me, so we planned for me to rent a room at the same hotel, and he would tell his husband that he was going to go for a quick walk or get some ice and would stop by for an hour each day. The day was here, and I was in my hotel room waiting to hear from him and I was ready to leave and chicken out, but I was comforted by the fact that Tim had ED, was a good guy and was happily married and wasn’t trying to poz me, he just liked having sex. He encouraged me to get on prep before we met but told me that it was very unlikely that I would become poz, like less than 1% chance since his viral load was very low, and the chances of becoming poz from oral sex was next to nothing. And he was a good guy, happily married and I could trust him. I brought a 6 pack of beer with me and opened one up to try and relax when I got the message that they just got to their room, and he told his husband to unpack while he runs to get some snacks and asked what room I was in to come say hi really quick. My heart was pounding out of my chest, I was so tempted to chicken out, but I just quickly put down my room number and pressed send before I could talk myself out of it. Within the next 10 minutes there was a knock at the door. I slowly approached to the door and opened it to see a taller bigger man standing there with a cane, he was older than I imagined him being, but still a lot of man. He immediately walked in and gave me a hug. He could tell that I was nervous and tried to console me telling me that it was ok and I could relax. He then pulled me in for another hug, pulling me in tight to his body and kissed me deeply. I began to relax and feel somewhat excited as he pulled me into his body tightly with his arms around me kissing me deeply. Tim: Fuck! We better stop or I’m going to fuck you right here and right now! Me: (nervously) Ok Tim: Damn you look better than the pictures Me: thank you Tim: I am not going to lie I felt my dick move for the first time in years kissing you Me: (just smiles) Tim: come here Tim pulled me in again and started to kiss me deeply Tim: we don’t have much time, but I fucking want you now Tim: My dick is getting so hard for you, I haven’t had an erection in years, but it fucking wants you so fukken bad Tim grabbed my hand and put in down his pants feeling his cock which was getting incredibly hard. He then began to pull down his sweatpants to the ground and reaching over and unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down as I held his cock in my hand. He pushed me back onto the bed and directed me to slide back as he reached down and grabbed a tube of lube out of his pocket and squirt it into his hand. I was scared to death. I wasn’t prepared for this to happen, I didn’t think he could get hard, I wanted to chicken out but watching him rub the lube on his cock was so exciting I was getting so turned on and then he told me how much he wanted me. All these years of wanting to experience this from afar, wanting, but never being wanted and now to finally have someone tell you how much they want you. Tim: I can’t believe this is happening. It shows how much I want you. Do you want me as bad as I want you. Me: (with a Shakey nervous voice I try to squeak out) yes Tim: I am so glad to hear that baby, I want you so bad, I want us to be together. You’re the only one who can get my dick hard. Do you want to be mine? A part of me was saying, you’re not ready to make this commitment, the rest of your life is about to change. How will you tell everyone “Hey I’m dating a 75 year old man and he gave me hiv”? How are you going to tell everyone that? And another part of me that didn’t care about anything outside of this room, my body craved his body and whatever the consequences of this were, it would be worth and and besides, he has a very low viral count, and the chances of becoming poz are less than 1% Me: yes Tim slowly crawled on the bed and on top of me. Feeling his naked body up against mine, the first time I have ever been naked with another man. He started kissing me deeply as I wrapped my arms around his big shoulders. He reached down and grabbed my leg behind the knee bending my knees up one after the other and I felt his rock-hard rubbing against my ass and he slowly moved his hips back and forth until the tip of his cock pressed against my hole, he pushed just enough to not penetrate me. Tim: are you sure you want me Me: yes Tim: I really care about you, do you care about me Me: yes I do Tim: I want to be with you so bad but I have to tell you my viral count is really high and this is dangerous. I laid there nervously looking at him, fuck I wanted it so bad but even he was scared for me, maybe we should stop, but then he started grinding his hips in a sexual motion and it felt so fucking good Tim: FUCK! I want you so fucking bad! Tell me to fuck you raw Me: Fuck I want it too, but is it safe Tim: Don’t you want me baby Me: yes Tim: then tell me to fuck you raw! Let me slide my bare cock inside of you. We can be together. I love you baby Me: Ok! Fuck me baby! Tim: Yes, tell me to fuck you raw! Tell me you want this viral load! You want me inside you and nobody else, tell me that you’re mine! Me: Fuck yes! I want you! I want you to fuck me and shoot your poz load inside me! And immediately I felt the head of his rock hard cock push in and stop and then gradually push deeper and deeper until it was all the way in. Nobody can describe how good it feels to have a bare cock slide into you, you have to experience it for yourself and here I was with the first bare cock inside me ever and I never wanted anything as bad as I wanted this. Tim: this is dangerous, my viral load count is so high, are you sure you want this Me: yes baby! I want it! I am yours, take me! Tim started taking slow strokes and with each stroke I felt my breath get knocked out of my chest until we got into a good motion. As he pushed in harder and faster my arms and legs wrapped around him tighter and tighter. There was so much man on top of me pushing into me with all his force, he cock getting deeper and deeper. Tim: (repeating) fuck yeah, oh fuck, this feels so fucking good! Then out of nowhere Tim: oh fuck I’m cumming And I felt his cock explode a river of hot cum inside of me, just pumping poz cum out of his cock deep inside of me. Then he collapsed on top of me breathing heavily. Tim: oh shit, I have to get back to my room Tim got up and got dressed quickly and using his cane limped out of the room and as he left, he said, ill message you later. I was just lying there naked in the bed with his cum still dripping out of me and just like every time after you cum, reality comes flooding back and I realized what I had done, and I began to cry uncontrollably. I’m going to have HIV everyone is going to make fun of me and treat me like a diseased leper. What have I done! I laid there like that for about 10 minutes and decided I was going to get up and get packed and leave. I wasn’t going to stay and do this again. I got up and got packed but before I left to my car, I started to relax and talked myself into staying. Later that night I got a message from Tim. Tim: hey Me: hey Tim: we are out of ice, want me to stop by? Me: Yes! Tim came back by and said his knee was hurting from earlier so he laid on his back and told me to strip. I started taking off my clothes and Tim pulled his cock out of his sweat pants and grabbed some lube and began to jerk off his cock. He threw the lube to me and told me to lube up, which I did. He then told me to “Come here” so I climbed on the bed and straddled him. We began to kiss and he stopped me Tim: My cock is so poisonous right now, so fucking dangerous. You sure you want it? Me: Yes! Tim: then grab it and take it. Ride my fukken dick until you take all that poz load I reached back and grabbed his dick and aimed it towards my hole and slide back on it slowly. It hurt pretty bad after earlier today my ass was really sore, but I kept going, sliding down on it until it was all the way in and then I stopped for a second trying to relax and get used to it and then I started ridding his dick. I wanted him, I wanted his dick and I wanted his poz cum. It lasted longer than this morning, and it started hurting but soon I felt him unloading a torrent of hot toxic jizz inside of me. I got off him him and bloody cum just poured out of me. Tim: oh man! You’re going to end up poz this weekend after all Then he got up and left me lying there and again I began to cry thinking about what he had just said. So I made up my mind that I would leave first thing tomorrow and again by the time morning came I had changed my mind. I didn’t hear from Tim again until that night. Tim: We have been out sight-seeing all day, if you can call it that in Kansas lol Me: lol, yeah pretty flat Tim: we leave first thing in the morning tomorrow. Me: ok Tim: I don’t want to leave you, I thought about you all day today. Me: I thought about you too! Tim: We should have one more time together Me: Ok! Tim: and make it special Me: how so? Tim: do you trust me? Me: yes Tim: do you want me? Me YES! Tim: ill be there shortly Tim knocked on the door about 15 minutes later and said his husband was in the shower and he coudlnt wait any longer. He pulled me in tight and kissed me Tim: I want you so bad! Me: I want you Tim: I wish we could be together Me: I do too! Tim: we can make it so we will always be together Me: how? Tim just pulled me and kissed me and we made our way to the bed with clothes coming off along the way. I was laying on my back and he started rubbing my cock and then down to my hole and started to finger me without lube. It hurt but I didn’t stop him. It was incredibly uncomfortable and then his finger nails started to scratch me inside. I was trying to keep it in, but it hurt really bad so I eventually let out an “ow!” and he pulled out his finger and told me to look at it as it had blood all over it. I had my legs spread wide and he was laying between my legs and then he got up on his knees and squirted to lube down my ass crack and pushed into my hole and then he pulled out a knife Me: what the fuck is that for! Tim: watch He grabbed the knife and made a cut down the shaft of his hard cock and watched as it started bleeding. He smeared the blood all over his dick and then grabbed some lube and lubed up his cock. Then he laid down on top of me and started kissing me again and making thrusting motions with his hip. It wasn’t long before I was getting back into it and ready and soon I felt his cock pushing against my hole. Tim: do you really want me? Me: yes I do Tim: I want you too! Do you want us to be together Me: yes baby! Tim: no, I mean do you really want us to be together Me: I do! I fucking want you so bad Tim: your ass is bleeding badly; my cock is bleeding badly. If you grab my cock and slide it inside of you, it will be like injecting my blood into your blood and you will become poz and we can be together. If this is what you want, grab my cock and slide it in you now. Without hesitation I reached down and grabbed his cock and aimed it towards my hole and kissed him as he pushed his cock inside of me. He pushed it all the way in and sat there kissing me, injecting me with his positive blood. After a few minutes he began fucking me harder than ever before. Each stroke knocked my breath out and I could feel my insides ripping and the soreness of my ass intensifying. What he said was true, I was being pozzed this very moment and I wanted it, I wanted him He shot his load inside of me and collapsed on top of me catching his breath and then got up, got dressed and started to walk out and as he walked out, he said one more thing to me: Tim: now we will be together forever I thought he wanted us to be together, but it turned out he just wanted to poz me. I had no idea that was his plan the entire time. I had no idea he was pumping himself with dangerous amounts of Viagra and Cialis to get hard, it wasn’t because “I made him hard” it was the drugs. I had no idea he wasn’t married, and this was all some story that he uses to make people trust him. It was all part of a plan and it worked perfectly.

In a jail cell with a guard. I was working as a clerk and had been flirting with a guard for a while. We went down to an unused cell block so I could get a "tour" and had some fun.

I am probably one of the few men, gay or straight, who is ambivalent about being sucked... 🤷‍♂️ If I'm turned on by a man, I'm hard almost immediately! Conversely, if a man has to suck me to get me hard, I'm not all that into him... AND kissing will get me harder faster than sucking will... 🤷‍♂️ I don't mind being sucked, but I will pass on a guy who is into oral only as that's not my preferred place to shoot my loads...

I went out to the park the other night. There was a dude there, when I got to the good place by the stream, in the woods. He just said to me, “come with me, to the bridge”. So I did. We walked a few minutes further into the park, where no one goes at night. There is a bridge over the stream with high rails. I unzipped his jacket, and pushed my pants down so I could play with my cock in my briefs. He pulled his pants and undies down. I felt his dick, it was so thick, I could hardly get my hand around it. I thought this is not going anywhere. Too huge for a first fuck of the night. He took out a rubber and put it on, and lubed up my ass. I normally would have walked away at this point, but I was excited by the size. I leaned over the sturdy rail and he aimed up and gently, gently pushed in, he knows not to hurt dudes with his monster. Then he fucked me fast and hard, and slow and gentle, for about 10 or 15 minuets. But this could not make me cum, and he could not cum either. The most fun thing about this meet up was, just the size. But I was high on hormones and needed some dirty sex. I walked around the park a bit, and there were loads of dudes there, but not doing it for me. It was really dark, but the moon light was breaking through the treetops and lighting up a couple spots, here and there. After a while I found this guy, with a build I was into. We were alone down a trail. He came up to me and I had my pants around my knees stroking my cock through my briefs. He put his hand out and felt me up, he must have liked what he found. I unzipped his jacket, I don’t know why everyone was over dressed. I need some access. I pushed his pants down, his cock was a bit soft but hardened up. He wanted to suck my cock but I was not into it. I pulled my undies down and rubbed his cock on my thigh, as kind of an invite to do more. He did not move away so after a few minutes, I moved around so his cock was in my ass crack. He asked me if I had a condom, I said no, because I never do. He did not move away. I took some lubed and wiped it on my crack and on his cock tip. He kept rubbing his cock on my crack, and he got really hard. He asked me if I had a condom again, I ignored him and he kept stroking his cock on my crack. I leaned over forward a bit, so he could aim his cock head right into my hole. He pushed his tip on my hole. It was so fuckin hot. He was trying to be good. He kept edging his cock tip in and out of my hole for a few minutes, you could say, he did not get the tip in, but he was in just the right place. I relaxed my hole and he popped, just the tip, in. He held it for a moment, I am not sure if this was for me or for him. But I was not going to pull away. Then his tip popped back out and then pushed back in. I could tell, he liked it. I think he knew, just the tip, does not count. He repeated, continued to play, just the tip. But then an inch. He started stroking in and out an inch for a while keeping the tip in, and then two inches. I felt satisfied, I got some hard cock, proper in my ass now. Which made my cock super hard, I was jacking it like crazy. He kept just an inch or two of his cock in me and stroked in and out, his cock was hard and I guess it did not count as bare fucking for him, because half a cock is only the tip, I guess. He was slowly building up speed, and I could hear the pace of his breathing change. Which is always hot. He pulled out and jacked his cock real fast and blew his load on the ground. It would have been better in my ass, I enjoy cum in my ass for the drive home, but I count it as a good time. And he did not technically raw fuck if the cum went on the ground, that’s just jerking off. So we both were happy with the result.

Part 2 “I think they just touched,” Damon said. “My dick just hit the tip of the dildo. I’m sure.” “If that were true the boy would be dead,” said the director. Damon took the dildo out anyway and tossed it. “Ug-g-g-n-n-ffffuuuh-“ said Nick. “Pozzzzzzz. G-g-g-goddd.” ”You just called me your poz god,” said Damon. His cock was starting to be visible through the boy’s stomach. Damon was fucking him faster and harder. The boy had been virgin-tight: Damon had to fuck him hard to get the fourth inch in, let alone the eleventh. But he was really fucking him. The camera zoomed in on the 66-year old’s plum-sized balls as the full length of his cock forced its way into the young man’s hole. ”Help…” said the boy, reaching a slender arm toward Damon’s face. “Help my pussy… It’s breaking…” ”Pray to your poz god, boy,” Damon sneered. Precum leaked out of the boy’s hole. Damon reached his fingers in and scooped it up. “Have a taste of my cum. That’s poz cum, boy. My poz cum, and I’ve had the bug since it existed. That’s history you’re tasting,” he said, sliding his fingers into the boy’s gaping throat. Damon leaned down and let spit roll off his tongue into the boy’s mouth. ”Gross…” said the boy. His legs had gone numb. He could feel Damon’s cock in his heart. In his brain. Everywhere. And when he remembered that he was getting fucked on camera, he thought he was dreaming. He was losing his mind. Like Damon, he understood that if he’d taken his meds, he never could’ve felt this good. “You’re gross,” said the boy. “Grandpa, I don’t want this,” he moaned into the boom microphone. He understood his role and played it to perfection. His tiny fingers clasped around his pretend-grandfather’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. The old man smelled like cigarettes and weed. “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum,” Damon said. The director barked for the camera to move for a side view. The old man’s stretching, wrinkled gut hung across Nick’s taut back as his stretching, wrinkled sack started to pulse. ”It’s gonna be fucking huge, zoom in on this shit,” Damon ordered the director. Nick had lost his capacity to think with his brain. His undeveloped frontal cortex had short-circuited, and the evolutionary part of his brain—the one that sought both protection from an elder, and to reproduce—took over. ”Breed,” the boy said, repeatedly. “Breed breed breed breed breed.” He looked into the camera. His pupils were the size of dinner plates. ”Do it,” said the director, who’d already stained his sweats with precum. “Get him pregnant, Damon.” ”Shit,” he said. He’d passed the point of no return. His monster cock buried itself in the boy’s large intestine as his balls started seizing. “Nice knowing you, boy,” said the director. “Hope it was worth the $50.” ”Take it! Fuck! Fuuuuuck!” yelled Damon. The boy felt it in his stomach. His eyes rolled back into his skull as the old man poured an enema’s worth of cum into his guts. “Did you just piss in me?” said Nick. ”No,” said Damon. “But I’m about to.” The old man twisted his nipples as he worked his cock back to its full length inside the boy. He inhaled, put pressure on his over-full bladder, and released. ”Did you know,” asked Damon, sighing in relief, “that in this state they allow adults to adopt 18-year olds legally?” The boy’s cock spurted. This could be his life. He thought he’d made a deal with the devil and that he was in heaven all at once. He was right about one of those.

I don’t like dildos. I find them to be a poor substitute for a man’s full body on me while filling my hole. you?

Glad to see this thread revived after being dormant for a couple of years. I’ve had some experiences with a top that falls squarely in the “repugnant” category. For several years, I’ve been a readily available hole often found in a sling in a large army tent provided for 24/7 man-to-man sex at the annual Burning Man event. Some nights I give it up to 3 or 4 tops needing to unload. Other nights, it’s 7 or 8. Once in a while it’s even more than that. In no way am I super picky on which tops I give it up to. In fact, given that I’m attracted to a very wide variety of men, it’s pretty easy to get into me. Especially in the random, anonymous environment of that mansex tent where I really don’t know anybody. Over all tthe years attending Burning Man, I’ve developed more than a few favorite tops that I crave giving it up to. Because of the extreme remote location and environment where Burning Man is held, guys are dusty, often unshowered and let’s just say heady with manscent. My kind of guys. Conversely, there a few that I’ve consistently declined to put out for. One in particular. He’s one that I can undiplomatically refer to as “skanky”. Thin, gaunt, long greasy hair and—frankly—not at all attractive. He’s come at me time and again over the years, only to have me rebuff his moves with growing directness. He seemed to have gotten the message and stopped hitting me up. That said, he seemed to always be lurking and watching other guys fucking me. One night in the mansex tent at Burning Man 2019 all the stars aligned for me. I’d been in a sling giving up my hole to some regular tops and a few new anonymous ones. At one point, it was one top after another. The 5th or 6th top is really pouring it to me so magnificently that I’m just moments away from cumming when he unloads in me. In no time, he pulls out and walks away, leaving me with a cumflooded hole. Hugely gaping and horned as fuck for more, I look around the space from the sling for another top to fuck me. Right away, I see the skanky guy—who’d peeked in briefly while the last couple guys were fucking me—about 10’ away. Pretty common occurrence. What was different this time was he was completely naked with his hard cock in his hand….which I’d never seen. OMG. Big fucking cock. Like HUGE fucking cock. I couldn’t keep my eyes of it as he jacked and showed it to me. When I didn’t look away, he tentatively moved slowly in my direction, aiming his cock at my hole. Ignoring him in general and focusing only on his cock, my hole betrayed my previous declines to him and, instead, said that I wanted it. And did I ever. Never looking up at him, I reached down with both hands and pulled my hole open even more. At that point, he moved quickly to close the gap between us. Skinning back the ample foreskin of his cock, he revealed its large knob. Soaked in precum, that knob pushed my puffy, gaping asslips aside and his cock slid inside of me. I pushed lightly on his belly to slow down his penetration as I huffed some poppers. My hole relaxed even more. Focusing only on the cock inside of me, I closed my eyes, pushed out and took it balls deep. As our fuck started, he took my T-shirt hanging on the sling and used it as a blindfold by draping it over my eyes. As evidenced by how he started working my nips, he’d obviously observed while lurking just how they’re directly hardwired to my hole. Over the next 45 mins or so, I totally surrendered myself to the sensations of that and his cock. His cock! It never stopped moving! Alternating from working my outer sphincter to digging me out wider to plunging into the second hole deep inside of me. Slow then fast and from all angles. The extreme pleasure of the constant in and out over my butt nut and into “that spot” in my second hole gave me an assgasm in short order. The sensations of that was intense. Craving more, I gripped onto the sling and held myself so the swollen knob of that huge cock could impale me even deeper. Within a couple minutes I had another assgasm. The speed and sound of the fuck grew measurably. As another assgasm overtook me, involuntary groans and other sounds emanating from deep within my gut grew louder. At one point the pleasurable sensations in my butt nut suddenly became super intense. I could feel it growing bigger and harder. I pushed out more, fully exposing it to full length and girth of the cock rapidly fucking all the way in and out of me. Feeling it building and coming, I gave myself into an inevitable orgasm. Being locked and loaded for it from a few hours of being fucked several times that night, it was inevitable. I rode the wave for a couple minutes before I came hands free. Cum was spewing everywhere as I got my release. At some point in the throes of it all, I could feel—and hear—the top shooting his load in me. So, yah. I let a “repugnant” guy fuck me. One that I’d batted away several times. Only to have him—a master cocksman—rock my world with what I now know is a true 10x7 cock. Not just that one night in August of 2019, however, yet 1 or 2 times each and every year since at Burning Man.

I've never been diagnosed, but shoot huge and frequent loads, especially if I haven't cum in a couple of days. I still cum 3 times a day most days at 55, but it was typically 5 to 7 when I was in my 20's and 30's. I've had men accuse me of pissing in them. I have filled condoms to the point cum was being forced out at the base of my dick.

I too adore a relatively loose Hole, but how it gets that way is important too. It's reasonable to assume that a Hole that's loose has taken a lot of Cocks in the immediate past, and some of them have pumped their load up there. When I kneel down to eat a Hole, I can tell right away whether I'm the first of the night or the 21st of the night. I know perfectly well that not every Cock pumps Sperm in every Hole it ruts in, but there's no mistaking when a guy sticks his tongue up there and tastes loads off previous Cocks mixed with the taste of the Hole itself. If any guy thinks poppers offer a "rush", try shoving your tongue up a richly-bred Hole. You'll never bother with the little brown bottle again.

Yes. I used to be picky. But now I only want the most repugnant men to breed me. Turns me on so much to give myself to them. It's the hottest thing I've ever done. I want to be in my best shape and looking my best for them.

You seem to be forgetting that there are hundreds of bottoms for every top. So any top, no matter how repugnant, is a gift for us bottoms who crave cock and cum. Those ugly and fat guys are so horned up that they usually get rock hard and shoot huge loads. Isn’t that all us cum dumps really want? Wear a blindfold if you must. This has nothing to do with self esteem. You can feel very good about yourself that you’re helping a man in need. And you get his loads which smell and feel like the loads from handsome sexy men. Bring it on!!

I hate getting fingered. Everyone has hangnails, and it feels like an exam, not a sex act. One errant hangnail and boom, you have a fissure and cant bottom for weeks. Riding/getting ridden. Not pleasurable as a top, and I can't relax as a bottom to get it in me. People who don't communicate well. If you don't like something tell me. Equally, if you are hurting me, I am going to ask you to stop. It's not personal. I can't feel what you're feeling and you can't feel what I'm feeling. Sex, even in anon encounters requires ongoing consent. I get really turned on by people who communicate well in the bedroom.

Absolutely agree!!!

Pig has 999 loads on the year. Hoping to feed today at the bookstore. Who knows, it may try to take #1000 in it's cumpig cunt.

i'm pretty adamant about vetting a Guy before getting together, i guess i've developed a feel for whether or not we're a match? idk, but i rarely ever encounter it not working once we get together... but it does happen when a guy is simply dishonest, which i think is so strange? i don't like any sex act that is not mutually desired. Not into just doing a thing because the other guy wants it, or just because i want it. Mutual want/lust/need is always an important part of the act for me. While i will suck and enjoy it if the Guy i'm sucking is really enjoying it and giving me feedback, guys who want an all day sucker while they read a book or play on their phone are a complete turn off. And ideally, sucking is foreplay for fucking and breeding. Swallowing can be great, but it's never as great as fucking and breeding. And side? Never been with anyone identifying as "side." i hesitate and do extra vetting with versatile guys to make sure they are okay with me being total bottom. Pretty blunt that i am not versatile and only wanna hook if they are in a Top mood, or whatever head space versatile guys go when they wanna fuck. i come right out and have the discussion ahead of time that i don't wanna top, or really, get sucked.... to me, getting sucked is a form of topping. i do have a work around psychologically though. If a Top likes to suck me only to get me horny, but never to make me cum, that can really work for me because He is not seeing me as having a "cock" like a Top has. Sure, i have a penis, but it's wired more like a clit, not a cock. It can feel good, but it's not wired to penetrate or fuck with. Not into strong odors, any kind of pain,, force or bullying, and tit play is meh if it's more than a passing suck or lick.

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I can't speak to Canadian law, but I would think that the specifics of the tattoo and the circumstances of the sex would matter. A "Proudly HIV+" tattoo on the chest or abdomen, clearly visible in good light where the sexual encounter was also in good light, might well count as disclosure. On the flip side, a small "+" sign, which is certainly ambiguous, or even a biohazard tattoo of some sort, might not be considered clear enough. And of course, if the sexual encounter occurred in a dark room, or even a dimly lit one, where the other person could arguably miss the tattoo, I don't think it would count for much at all.

Just a casual thought- unless you are a very social butterfly, or already have a solid circle of friends where you might retire to- you might want to reconsider picking up and relocating. A vacation here or there for a week may be better suited once you have stopped working, versus a move. You already ought to have your favorite places to eat, shop, play , doctors and friends where you are currently. You know your way around, and know the culture. When you just abandon your established ties at any age is a challenge, but the younger you are the easier it is to hangout and make a whole new circle of contacts. Hanging out at a club and/or party till 4 AM is a LOT easier when you are 40, versus 65. And as much as gay men like to believe they are sensitive and open-minded, lets be honest- the pulse and focus is directed at the younger market in general. Are you in perfect health? Can you find reliable doctors who can get up to speed on you and your body, and any issues you have dealt with for 40 years? What perils and risks exist where you think you want to move {hint- real estate agents will not be bragging about mud slides, wildfire dangers, tornado risk, hurricanes or flooding as they show you around. And they might not be too upfront about infrastructure issues you never thought to ask about- like are the water pipes in the city lead based, or is there a huge issue with cast iron pipes decaying in the area, is the city you are looking to live in in fiscal distress and behind on essential services upkeep?) And remember something else- just because a place is a gay mecca today, and you would be walking distance to the popular bar{s} and coffee shops, in 5 years that might not be the case anymore- either the economy killed them; or the boys all moved to the next town away; cashing in for a huge profit on their property where you just settled in, scooping up depressed houses for next to nothing in the new hot spot and doing what we do best- breathing new life into a dead area. And as has been pointed out- what you think the cost of living will be may not even be close to reality. If you moved to Ft Lauderdale for example, in 2000, you could buy a decent house for a little over $100,000 and taxes would have been $700 or so. Now, quadruple that. And that doesn't touch on what others have pointed out- insurance rates have broken a lot of peoples bank accounts- to the point many are having to dump and run. This is not just a FL issue either- but every part of the globe has it's inherent surprise costs. And ,on a sad but realistic point- if you and a partner move here , and in a year the partner dies- do you think there is going to be the support in the new location that you may have had established in the old place?

Always cheat

So fucking hot! Please more!

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.

As a top, I prefer loose sloppy pussy. No need to take breaks and the wetter the better. Agreed that most bi guys, myself included prefer holes that feel more like real pussy and most gay dudes prefer a tight hole.

Anyone else love sharing tops with other bottoms? At this point nothing turns me on more than laying ass up next to another bottom side by side as a hung top takes turns going inside us, transferring our ass juices to one another. I love having a cock inside me that has been inside someone else’s ass. The bond I feel with the other bottom is amazing, especially as we make out with our tongues as either one of us is pounded.

1. Beer in hand I flopped down on the couch and reached for the television remote. It had been a long day and I was exhausted. With the apartment empty of my three roommates for once I excited to relax and just enjoy the silence for one. I’d lived with the same guys since freshmen year of college when we’d all been assigned to the same suit. Then after college we’d all wanted to move to Chicago and so decided to get a place together. It was a good arrangement, at least we all knew we got a long and didn’t annoy the crap out of each other. People in college used to joke that we made an odd group. All three of my roommates had come out at some point freshmen year and I was like the token straight boy. We all found it funny. That day however, my whole universe had changed. Going to set my beer on the table I noticed a small unmarked brown bottle sitting on the coffee table. I picked it up, turning it over in my hand. It was about half full some kind of liquid. And then I did something that would have had a chemistry teacher screaming at me. I opened the bottle, held it directly under my nose and sniffed. It smelled almost like fuel, or cleaner, maybe like rubbing alcohol. It was a scent that told you this wasn’t something you were supposed to be inhaling, and yet… as soon as that first deep pull hit me I felt a lightness come over my body. It drew me back in for another sniff. This time I held it close to one nostril and plugged the other. I inhaled deeply pulling the mysterious scent deep into my lungs. Heat started to spread through my body. It started in my chest and radiated outward like a fire spreading across a log. I gasped. My head spun. I felt like my limbs were made of Jello but at the same time I felt full of electricity. I couldn’t help it. I took another sniff. This time I held my breath for a moment, holding the scent in my lungs before letting it out again in a gasping breath. The heat was now like a fire. I felt sweat trickling down my back. I felt lost in the heat. I pulled my shirt off, the fabric felt too constricting. I had to let some of the heat out. I breathed deeply a few times trying to calm myself, but I was still spinning. My heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. I pressed my hand to my chest, as if to calm my heartrate, but felt something else entirely. Rubbing my hand across my chest felt good… better than contact with my own body had ever felt. It was almost sensual. I hesitated for a moment, and then took another long sniff from the bottle. My hand drifted, almost of its own accord to my nipple and started to rub at the pert pink flesh. A groan escaped my mouth, and I flopped my head back against the cushions of the couch. “Holy shit,” I said outloud to the empty room as I started to toy with my nipple. I’d never really been much into my own nipples. A few girls had tried playing with them while we fucked but it had never really done much for me, and I’d always just left them alone while I masturbated. Now, however, they felt alive and electric. I twisted my own flesh feeling the heat in my chest well up as I did so. What the hell was happening, I thought, but at the same time decided I didn’t care. I kept rubbing my nipples enjoying the sensation through the haze that now filled my mine. Slowly the warmth started to fade and desperate to feel it again I pressed the still open bottle to my nose again and inhaled twice more. I wondered somewhere in the back of my mind if this was dangerous but I didn’t care. It felt good. I ran my hands all over my body feeling little sparks of pleasure whenever my fingers touched my skin. I kneaded my hairy pecs and felt the firm muscles beneath the flesh. Sweat was starting to spring up all over my body, and I suddenly realized I was hard as a rock I took another long drag from the bottle, and basking in the heat that it brought, unbuttoned my pants. I shimmied them off and sat on the couch in just my tented boxers. I rubbed at my cock through the fabric, a massive wet spot quickly forming as my cock started to leak precum. I lay my head back again. With one hand I played with my nipple and with the other stroked my throbbing cock through my underwear. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. Without even considering that one of my roommates might come home and fine me naked and hard on the couch, I stripped off my boxers and sat down fully naked on the couch. I grabbed the bottle off the coffee table and took several long huffs from it. My head was spinning. Stars were popping in front of my eyes. My chest felt tight, and my body felt like it was on fire. I stroked my cock. Shivers ran up my spine it all felt so good. I leaned further back into the couch and rubbed myself. My whole body was on fire. The scent of sweat joined the mysterious smell in my nostrils, which only seemed to turn me on more. I didn’t understand what had happened. When I sat down I hadn’t been horny in the least bit and now I was alight with lust. I pulled on my balls, moaning almost uncontrollably. Precum was now flowing freely from the head of my throbbing cock. It glistened on my shaft and matted down my dense pubes. It felt like I was in heat. I couldn’t control myself. I was being led by horny compulsions. After another big sniff of the brown bottle my hand started to drift down from my balls. At first playing across my taint causing little gasps to escape my mouth. Then, as if lead by someone else, for the first time in my life, I flicked my fingers across my hole. I’d never felt anything like it. Erotic pleasure erupted through me. I moaned and slid down the couch so my hips were tilted up and I had better access to my hole. I pressed against the tender flesh, feeling the resistance my hole gave and willing my body to give in. I pulled my hand away from my hole only long enough to spit into my palm and take another big huff from the bottle. I rubbed my spit slicked fingers on my hole and my head spun. I had never imagined anything could feel like this. It was overwhelming. My head lolled backwards and my mouth hung open stupidly. I felt a little trickle of drool escape the side of my mouth but I didn’t care. All that I was focused on was pleasuring my hole. My dick was completely forgotten, leaking as much as ever, pressed against my treasure trail. I never heard the door. I was too lost in my horny haze to pay attention to anything other than how good it felt to press my slick fingers against my virgin hole. I didn’t notice my roommate Alec walking up to the couch, or the shocked and terrified look on his face. I had no idea he was there until his shout of, “Jesus Christ! Matt what the hell are you doing?” broke through my mind.

My first attempt at writing. I hope people enjoy ______________________________________ PART 1: I'm Jason average white 33 yo man who takes our for fun football league too seriously. I've been playing on this one team for about 5 years now and we are decent enough. Our team has one gay guy on our team, His name is Jackson. Tall, hairy and firmly in the muscle bear category. All out girlfriends and wives say if he was straight he would have had every one of them, so we were kind of glad he stuck to the men. He's pretty aggressive in the field but it's well known that he is the receiver in his relationship. One day after a particularly hard loss we are trying to figure out what happened. "Jackson what the fuck happened out there, you werent stopping shit from getting past you" I yelled "I know my head wasn't in it today, I won't let it happen again" he replied looking like a wounded puppy. I calmed down at my teammates clear state of hurt. "What's up man this isn't like you?" "Brandon left me for some college twink" "OH shit. Well fuck him then. You just need to have a good night out and by this time next week you'll completely forget who Brennan was" "Brandon" "He doesn't matter, the team will take you to your favorite bar and we'll get you laid. The hottest guys won't be able to keep their hands off you" He perks up a bit at that idea "thanks guys" he finishes packing his gear and heads out. "What the fuck man" the team captain said "we aren't going to a fucking gay bar. Having him on the team is one thing but going out with him is too much" the entire team nodded in agreement. "Well if you want him playing better we have to do something" I answered, silent stares from my team, "fine, I'll do it myself" That Friday night I kissed my wife goodnight as i was going to crash a Jackson's house since it was closser to the bar. I dressed up in a black button down and jeans so I was a bit surprised when he answered his door in skin tight jeans, a wife beater with some black leather underneath. He looked me up and down for a min then said "Yeah you're going to stick out dressed like that come in I'll get you some gear" Gear? What does he mean by gear? I followed him inside to his bed room and he throws a bunch of leather on the bed and "try this on and we'll go from there" I hesitated for a min "I've seen you ass naked ever week for the last 5 years hurry up already" I turn my back to him and slowly put on his leather which fits pretty well and the smell and feel gets me hard right a way. Confused at the pleasure I'm getting I check myself out in the mirror. I'm dressed in leather pants tall leather boots and a leather vest. All black with bits of red pipping all over it. "Perfect" he exclaimed at my clearly uncomfortable face. "Let's go now" He lived about 10min walk from the bar so we walk over. We get to the bar and walk in the dark entrance. "Can I have a bag for our clothes" he asks coat check. As he straps of the wife beater and jeans. We throw that and a shirt I wore to cover up a bit while we walked over in the bag and pay to store it. I now got to see his actual outfit. It was simple. Just a harness, a jock strap and boots, all with yellow pipping similar to my red. "I usually wear rubber for what I want to do tonight but I got a last minute desire for leather" He enter the bar and I follow behind him. The bar was dimly lit and smelled of sweat. The bar proper was at the front with some seating around it and near by, at the far end of the room was a more open area with a smaller bar and some small standing tables. I think the back area might double as a dance floor on different night but tonight it just had people standing and talking or so I thought. Jackson was right, if I had worn my clothes I would have stuck out like a sore thumb everyone was wearing leather rubber or neoprene I stare at the decent size crowd and I have no idea what I've gotten myself into. We go to the bar and order drinks we spend most of the night chatting and I try to be his wing man but I think I was causing more harm than good. I thought the entire night was a bust until we came back from the bathroom with the biggest grin on his face and the closer I get I notice he's wet too now. "What happened to you?" "Quik bj then the guy rewarded me with a quick golden shower" stunned I changed the subject. I didn't know how to handle all this new information about him being kinky. "I was expecting you to have invited some gay friends too to help with things I didn't know too much about" "Yeah all my gay friends were more Brandon's than mine so when he dumped me, they did too. I take it no one else from the team wanted to go to a fag bar." "Hey!!!! just because they weren't comfortable coming to a gay bar doesn't mean we use those kind of words when you aren't there" "I know. It's my word I chose because I like being a fag not because I thought you used it" "OH why would you use fag then?" "Because I am one" "Why because you're gay?" "No it's because I'm a fag" "What does that mean?" "I'll teach you over time" For the next few hours Jackson chats with some guys as I stay awkwardly by the bar. Jackson comes back to me after chatting with some buff hairy guy in a fancy hat. "I think that's it for the night, thanks for coming with me" he said. we got our clothes and started walking home "I'm just glad you had a good time, was it just the one guy in the bathroom?" "Yeah" too bad the buff guy at the end seemed interested in you" "he is, but that's a more long term thing. I told him I wanted to wait a bit longer before pursuing what he wanted" Getting to his house I go to his room to leave his leather in there. I struggle getting the tight pants off because of the alcohol but he helps me balance myself and I get them off without killing me. "Am I just on the couch?" "Nah you can have the bed ill have the couch" I lay down naked on his bed and start to doze off a bit when I feel a light touch on my thigh "Hey what are you doing" I asked "Thanking you properly for being there for me" he start to massage my thighs a bit and it feels really good so I don't protest any more. And then I feel something wet and warm on my abdomen I look down and seem him kissing and licking me. "Wow dude I'm not gay" I try to push him off me but he is bigger than me and seems less drunk than I am. "Don't worry dude, just enjoy yourself" he keeps going and brings his kisses lower and lower until he's licking my shaft it's all feeling good and I'm thinking the is the best feeling I have had in a while then he put my cock in his mouth. I have to agree with the say gay men give better head. This was possibly the best blow job I have ever had in my life I was on cloud nine but my drunk head kept going back to our conversation about him being a gmfag earlier "What did you mean earlier by teach me about being a fag" he doubled his efforts and embarrassingly quickly I finish in his mouth. In the haze of my climax and the alcohol I don't hear what he says but I feel a ring go around my softening cock and a cold piece of plastic cover it and I fall asleep as he clicks the lock closed "good night my new favorite cock" and he takes a picture.

Agreed! I was being purely rhetorical.

Why not, seems like only good ideas to me 😉

Nico heard the door knob jiggle and the front door swing open. He's home, he thought. Jumping onto the bed, Nico was almost entirely naked except for the bright orange, knee-high socks he was wearing. He positioned himself on all fours with his hole facing the bedroom door. "Babe?," Omar called from the living room. "I'm in the bedroom," Nico replied. Nico heard Omar set his keys down and walk toward the bedroom. "You slut," Omar laughed. "Care for a ride, stranger?", Nico retorted as he wagged his ass back and forth a few times. And what a perfect ass it was. On their first date, Omar had joked about Nico's ass "defying gravity." Nico then heard Omar walk into the room and unzip his pants. "How was work?" Nico asked as he arched his back, revealing the muscular dimples where his spine met his pelvis and all but advertising that he wasn't actually listening for an answer. Omar, ignoring Nico's question, placed one hand on Nico's ass. "Such a fucking hot dancer's butt you got, boy," Omar admired as he ran his left hand around the gorgeous muscular spheres, making swooping figure-eights on Nico's plump fuck cushions. "It's going to be nice watching this hot ass catch the attention of all your friend's dads at graduation." Omar loved parading his young, hot boyfriend in front of other thirsty men. Nico could hear Omar reaching into his underwear to fondle his meaty dick. "Mmmmm, is daddy getting his thick cock ready to plow open some twink hole?," Nico purred. The age gap between Nico and Omar was always a huge turn-on for them both, with Nico's 18-year-old boyishness making Omar's 36-year-old manliness stand out all the more whenever the two were out in public together. Omar, again ignoring Nico's question, landed a swift strike to Nico's butt cheek with an open palm, letting out a crisp snap. "Fuck!" Nico responded, almost whispering -- quieter than seemed proportionate with the striking his jock ass had just received. "No more questions, slut," Omar muttered as he began pressing his raw mushroom head into Nico's supple, pink hole. Omar had been calling Nico a slut since the first time Omar stuck his bare cock in his sexy little twink boy on their first date. Omar knew he'd found his new boyfriend the second Nico led him into that bathroom stall at the restaurant where they first met and let Omar stuff him full of man-seed before dessert had even been served. Not only that, Nico had never even so much as broached the subject of condoms with Omar before guiding Omar's girthy, engorged cock into his young rectum and absorbing Omar's throbbing fuckstick into him with ease. "What a fucking slut," Omar remembers muttering after unloading that first thick ropey load of DNA is this sexually precocious high school senior. It was a huge turn on for Omar that Nico hadn't even so much as asked about STDs. The little slut had no idea what kind of load he was taking and didn't seem to care. "Jesus Christ, daddy, pork me all ready," Nico entreatied as his craving for Omar's raw cock hijacked Nico's patience. Still dutifully on all fours, Nico arched his back again revealing the sculpted, lean musculature of his lower back. Omar spat on his cockhead and swirled his dick around Nico's fresh, pink hole before thrusting his pelvis forward and plunging his cock into Nico's not-quite-ready-for-it rectum. "Ow, fuck! Daddy, that hurt!" Nico let out. Omar felt his loins burn with desire at hearing his boy toy cry out in pain from an unnecessarily forceful penetration. Omar had his raw, barely lubed cock already pressing at the entrance to Nico's second hole. Nico winced with pain. "You want me to stop, baby boy?," Omar asked tenderly. "Maybe just for a second, daddy," Nico replied. "Of course, slut," Omar replied while starting to slowly pull his raw dick out. Just as his cock head was beginning to crest at the lip of Nico's hole, Omar reversed course and slammed his raw dick right back into the twink's hole without warning. "God, fuck!" Nico let out, wincing. "Tell me you want me to stop, slut," Omar barked dryly as he relished Nico's warm, tight hole. "Omar, please stop," Nico said, dropping the nicknames and taking on a more serious tone. Omar knew Nico wasn't just playing, but Omar's cock was not leaving that boy's hole. Omar slowed his thrusts but never stopped his slow-fucking. "Omar, come on," Nico insisted. Omar's thrusts picked up pace as he began plunging his shaft faster and faster into Nico. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered. His tender hole was starting to burn from the lack of lubrication. Nico tried pulling his hips forward to get Omar's cock out of him, but as soon as Omar felt Nico trying to wiggle free, he grabbed Nico's hips and pulled the twink forcefully back onto his rock-hard cock. Nico cried out again. "Fucking take that dick, boy," Omar grunted, adding, "It's not my fault you made me do this to you." Nico gave up resisting and resigned himself to being fucked against his will knowing that Omar could not resist fucking Nico's brains out once he had his raw cock inside the twink. Nico relaxed his hole, hoping that would provide some relief from the pain of his boyfriend's raw cock tearing him open. "Apologize to me for making me do this to you, fucking slut," Omar said with a hint of disdain. "I'm sorry," Nico obliged. "You're what, you little whore?" "I'm sorry for making you do this to me, daddy." "That's right slut." Omar's cock thrusts were picking up pace, as he took advantage of his warm flesh-sleeve of a boyfriend. Omar reached around and clasped his enormous hands around Nico's throat and slowly began to apply pressure. Nico felt his airway closing under the force of Omar's grip. Omar was not piston fucking Nico at full speed. Omar's grip got tighter. It was getting to be almost impossible for Nico to breath. Nico started seeing stars. "Oh fuck yeah, slut," Omar uttered hungrily. "I'm going to fuckin choke you out while I rape you, you dumb fucking slut." Omar started grunting as he felt his balls swelling in anticipation. Omar's cock shot out a thick wad of sperm into Nico's now-compliant hole. Nico felt Omar's cock twitch inside him as he unloaded inside Nico. "Fucking whore," Omar said as he dismounted, finally releasing Nico's neck. Nico fell to the bed gulping air back into his lungs as Omar's cum sloshed around inside him. Nico gathered himself back up. "Daddy?" He said raspily, sounding upset. "Yeah?" "I'm so sorry, daddy."

I retired to the Gulf Coast of Florida. Great beaches and culture but horrible politics. My current job is in Palm Springs so I get out there often. I love it there. No hurricanes!! Plus the City is 60% gay. Might move there eventually.

i met up with this couple...both Tops... that i found online. After a bit of naked small talk about things that we liked and disliked, one got behind me, pulled the belt from my shorts, put it around my throat, shoved his cock deep into my asscunt and proceeded to fuck me...HARD! The other came over and put his cock down my throat and started to piss! i tried to swallow as much as i could, but some did leak out. Being used as a fuck-doll went on for about an hour, when the other guy grabbed me by my balls and pulled me into the shower. While standing, he bent me over and pushed his cock into my asscunt...but didn't start to fuck me. After about a minute, i started to feel the warmth and fullness of his piss. i asked if he was pissing in me and he said that he was! i normally don't get or keep my erection while being fuck, but i got so damned hard from this feeling. He then started to piss fuck me and every time he would shove his cock in deep, i could feel his piss run down my legs...what an incredible excitement!! Little did i know that they had been smoking pot all day. After about 30 minutes, i found myself feeling so fucking horny and insatiable...that had been my first booty-bump!! After that, i just went horny crazy and for the rest of the night, i was piss fucked three more times and treated like a human pin cushion for their cocks. i left early the next morning feeling completely satisfied, but knowing what i was...a piss pig...and what i have craved for ever since that night...

Personally, I would love to have a man actually inseminate me numerous times compared to “watching” someone inseminate me. 😳 🤣

It seems that lately there have been plumbing problems in the Oval Office. Leaks are seeping out here and there, and one of those leaks offers reports that the President is mightily pissed off at what's going on with Yahoo. If that's true, I can only guess what will happen if Nettie invades Lebanon in a more substantial way. He's already sent troops beyond the border, but not enough to actually take the country (yet). If that happens, it would put Harris in a tight spot - but she'd have to have some kind of reply ready. Clearly though, the President is not at all pleased with the PM of Israel. I haven't heard a peep in the major media about the many military "bases" the US maintains throughout the Levant. Any attack on any one of them, in any of the nations in the area would put the President (and by extension, Harris) in a rather tight spot - and I can't imagine Iran would willfully attack an American outpost. But, it's the Middle East - surprise nightmares break out in that corner of the world regularly. Now. So there's this hurricane bearing down on the West Coast, and it will be simply terrible over there. So first and foremost, allow me to express my concern for the safety of all our brothers over on the West Coast. Returning to the theme, the prognosticators seem to think it might take a slightly southerly route once onshore, and aim directly at ..... one guess ..... Maga Blargo !!! So, maybe the Turd grabs his sharpie, a map, climbs up in that silly tower to watch all the action, and Mr. Milton blows that tower into the ocean with Once & never again President right into the drink. It would poison the fish in the area of course, but they'd recover quickly. The water might turn black for a while, but no one swims in the ocean around there anyway. Eventually there would be nothing left but the hellish memories.

I liked the idea of it but the first time a dom top just made the decision to fill my arse with piss, I felt my belly swelling and he just kept deep inside me till his bladder was empty, god it felt full. He then proceeded to fuck every last drop out of my arse before breeding me. He said he preferred a washed out hole before breeding that way he could plug me knowing his seed would stay in me till the next day. I don't see him now but I need to find a guy to do the same again. On a housekeeping note, you need a mop or rubber sheets down as very messy lol

I get it. We all may be tight when we start playing. But when I’m really getting into it, I want the whole loose. I see it is my job as a top, to use my fingers, tongue, dick, toys to open up and loosen that hole. Few things are bigger turn off than a bottom who squeezes down on his ass, gives me a stupid grin, and says “oh daddy don’t you love how tight I am? “I want to smack these guys across the face Because it feels like they’re trying to pinch off my dick. I want loose and wet and juicy and hot. I take it as a compliment that I’m able to open him up. And I give him props if he’s already taken Dick and he’s presenting a loose hole to me.

My preference for pissing in ass needs to be discussed in the back room “with enhancements”

To the OP though, one of the brightest signs of a real, genuine, down-n-dirty pig is guys putting their mouths on a well-bred Hole, tonguing out the loads/hole sweat, and sharing it with other pigs. What could possibly be more endorsing to our sexual lives than sharing the fruits of our labors with our brothers?

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 2 “Fuck, boy,” Doc grunted, placing his hands behind his head and adjusting his body to give me better access. That goddamn mouth’ll be servicing this cock... taking everything that comes from it,” he said as his gaze met mine. “You want that don’t you, boy?” “Yeh, Doc... I do... so much.” I said barely above a whisper, holding his cock securely in my mouth. Suddenly, I heard the quiet squeak of leather booted footsteps and turned to see Mike standing there wearing the same gear I now had on, except for one minor difference... the pouch on his jockstrap contained a removable codpiece just like Doc’s. Fuck! Standing there in his gear, he was even more beautiful than I imagined. His hard muscles rippled over his smooth body as he drew closer. His eyes traveled slowly up and down my own sweat covered body to finally rest on the puddle of cum under me. Then, without a word, he dropped to his knees. Lifting my hips, he spread my legs with his knees to completely expose me and started lapping Doc’s load out of my well-fucked cunt. “Fuck!” I moaned, feeling the warm wet tongue probing and digging for every drop of cum still inside me. “Goddamn boy...” Doc grinned, looking down watching me squirm in pleasure... “You fucking amaze me but I don’t think I have anything left.” Mike then ground his strong jaw deeper and went animal. I continued to writhe as his rough stubble scratched and scraped against my shaved ass cheeks causing me to tense up, but Mike held my hips and continued his feeding. “Push it out, Sam...” Doc ordered, grabbing my head. “Let Mike taste you...” he barked and tensed up. “Oh fuck... I do. Drink up boy.” he laughed. Still latched on Doc’s cock, another load of chemmed piss erupted and hit the back of my throat. There was a part of me that couldn’t believe that I was here... between a man’s thighs drinking piss... that Doc hadn’t put this in my head, but I was definitely loving it. Feeling the flow finally come to an end, I moved my tongue around his wet shaft to collect the last drops of piss. “Open up, Sam.” Doc commanded, stroking my head. Releasing his cock, I raised my chin and opened my mouth only to have Doc loudly hoc a load of spit and phlegm and drop it into my mouth. Without a thought, I swallowed just as Mike finished on my cunt and sat back... “Go on,” Doc said to me, moving to his chair. I quickly turned to face Mike deeply inhaling from the glass pipe. My eyes locked with his... I crawled slowly to him and sat up. My hands reached out... fingers gliding over his smooth muscled pecs and thick tits before holding onto the tight straps of his harness and pulling him to me... working my way up to feel the snug leather collar secured around his neck. Staring into those dilated green eyes, I leaned in further and felt the softness of his lips as he released the cloud. I inhaled and with my hand on the back of his neck, I pressed my lips to his, pushing my tongue into his hot mouth... enjoying the now familiar taste of the chems, Doc’s cum and my cunt juices. Mike finally reacted... His tongue met mine and the sparring began as I felt his strong hands grip my shoulders and hold me tight. I was not going anywhere... not that I wanted to. We kept on until Mike released his grip and pushed me down... I moved to his sweaty neck, tasting the sharp flavor of his collar that could only come from years of wear. My tongue descended, now licking his pecs and flicking the thick tits. I made my way down to explore the ridges of his rock-hard abs. I knew I was close... I could smell the musky scented leather pouch below and inhaled... knowing that his cock was inches from my face. I moaned, begging him... “Please...” Removing the codpiece, he revealed a thick pierced cock. I inhaled and the musk of his crotch and leather filled my nostrils. My first instinct was to take the shaft into my mouth but catching sight of a droplet of pre-cum oozing from the piss slit, I moved closer. My tongue darted out with anticipation and ran it under the ring, waiting for my first taste of him. Taking its time, I watched the drop slowly run down the back of the ring until it landed on my waiting tongue. “Mmmmm...” I moaned, savoring the drop containing a hint of chlorine hitting my taste buds. Moving down, I ran my tongue along the length of his expanding shaft and over the large set of balls. I looked up into his face, his hands behind his back to steady himself with outstretched legs... his face carefully watching me. The feeling of my hands on his muscled thighs caught my attention... I moved to lick his inner thighs and experience my favorite scent of a man... the musk that emanates in the crease between his crotch and thigh. Almost involuntarily, my tongue began to lap and taste the dripping sweat, sending shivers through my body only to concentrate on my cunt. I licked and nibbled at his smooth legs as I made my way down his calves until I finally reached the polished black leather of his boots. “Fuck, yeh... 10-hole Rangers...” I growled, licking my way down until I was completely on the floor in front of Mike, ass up, and started worshipping his left boot... Moving past the upper, I quickly licked across the vamp, feeling my tongue glide across the leather. I worked my tongue to cover his boot in my spit, producing an increased shine. Next, I shifted and began on his right boot until it also glistened before moving back up his leg, leaving a slimy trail along the way. My eyes shifted up to see Mike’s cock steadily engorging and I continued to my prize. Reaching his low hanging sac, I tried to take it completely in my mouth, but his enormous balls were too much. So, I took each, one at a time, and rolled it over my tongue... feeling their full weight. Gently, I flicked his sac... around and under, giving it a good tongue bath. I couldn’t resist it anymore and I moved to the base of the shaft... Mike was now panting and thrusting into the air... his sac pulling up as a trickle of pre-cum ran down into my mouth. I grabbed the base, looked Mike in the eyes and lowered my open mouth. Mike let out a faint moan... Tasting the sharp tang, I slid my tongue across the underside of the dark purple cock head and took him entirely to the root. Mike’s hands grasped my head and violently started to face-fuck me. I could feel the ring hitting the back of my throat before sliding down into me with every thrust... On he went... taking control and I just let him. I was there to be used and I enjoyed it! Before long, I could feel his body trembling and I knew it wouldn’t be long. At the same time, I slid my hand under him and pressed firmly into his cunt. Feeling my finger reach his prostate, he began to whimper as I stroked it, hoping to get him off quickly... I needed his cum. And it worked! Mike exploded and clamped his hands on my head, letting out a wordless cry as a volley of cum ran down my throat. He fell back, covered in sweat and breathless. I swallowed that delicious load that had coated the back of my tongue and throat. Regaining his breath, Mike looked to Doc, and, without a word between them, Doc motioned to the door. I just sat there, watching Mike’s sculpted glutes cross the room to pick up the tossed codpiece from the floor... Securing it, he walked out the door. At the sound of the door closing, I looked back at Doc with a questioning look. He smiled and took a drink. Sitting back, he began to explain... “I was wondering when you’d notice, boy. Mike was one of my first patients. Like you, he showed promise but there was always a part of him that had been totally fucked up by his upbringing. Even with all the hours of therapy, there was still a wall I couldn’t break through. So, boy...” he said, taking another sip, “he requires a prompt to become what you saw. After every session, he leaves, removes his gear and stows it away... out of his sight and out of mind, so to speak.” he chuckled. “Then, he heads to his room and forgets everything that happened.” “Fuck! Even the part of being gay?” I asked, wiping the sweat off my forehead. He laughed, taking another sip... “No, boy... In all other respects, he’s gay... He was always gay.” He continued on, taking hit from the pipe and exhaling... “It seems that he wasn’t meant to be completely submissive... unlike you.” he said, calling me over and offering the pipe. “Yeh, Doc... it sounds like it.” I said, looking at the mirror and seeing the state I was in. I took the pipe and lit it like I had been doing it forever... I held the cloud in my lungs as Doc reached down and picked up a chain link leash. He secured it to my collar, and I let out the cloud with a loud moan. “I took Mike under my wing after that.” he continued, leading me out of the room into a long dark hallway. “We continued our therapy sessions as he studied psychology at the university. He’s a grad student now and soon, he’ll be moving on...” he said with a hint of regret, opening a nondescript door and pulling me in. My eyes grew wide at the sight... the room was a fetish fantasy... a heavy steel rack stood next to the door holding multiple styles of harnesses, chaps and other leather clothing while gear was displayed on shelves... whips, paddles and cunt toys of all shapes and sizes! One entire wall was covered with mirrors. The other walls, floor and ceiling were painted matte black. In one corner of the room, there stood a large metal framed bed covered with black rubber sheets. But the most prominent piece was in the middle of the room... a well-used black leather sling suspended by heavy chains from the wooden rafters. “Go on boy, take a look around...” He told me, pulling me up by the collar and unhooking my leash. Moving to the sling, I noticed the wooden floor had been replaced with heavy duty black rubber. Running my hand over the buttery soft leather, I moaned... “Fuck Doc!” Doc turned down the lights to reveal a soft red glow from the crown molding shining up on the ceiling from the walls and turned to me... “Like it, boy?” He asked, grabbing me and placing me on the sling. “Yeh, Doc... I fucking like it!” I growled, my cunt now exposed again. “I thought you would,” he chuckled, wrapping my wrists and ankles in leather restraints to securely bind me before raising the bottom edge of the sling. “Better,” he said, leaning in with a wicked smile and whispered something in my ear. I began to feel drowsy, but I was still aware of what was going on... Doc continued, his voice rising a bit and stroking my inner arm... “Still trust me, boy?” Nodding, I answered over and over again... “Yeh, Doc... I do.” “That’s my boy...” he growled as I felt a tightness on my bicep. “Look at me. I want you to see this.” Turning slowly towards his voice, I saw him holding a syringe... the shiny needle tip at my now prominent vein. “What?” I mumbled... starting to struggle slightly. “Think back, boy... you trust me...” Doc said with a menacing scowl and plunged the needle into my vein. I could feel the needle entering but it was Doc, so I stopped struggling. “Yeh, Doc... go on...” I said, watching the contents of the syringe mix with my blood. “Register...” I moaned, not really knowing how I knew that. “Come back,” I heard him say... With that, he released the tourniquet and the slam rushed through my body and I was flying... I could feel the texture of the leather sling hitting every nerve on my back... It was nothing like the clouds... it was a new sensation... “Goddamn fuck!” I coughed out... Trying to take a breath through the coughing fit, my hips began to uncontrollably buck... my cunt spasmed. As the coughing slowed, my mind filled with visions of hard cocked leather clad men in an orgy of sucking and fucking.... piss was flying everywhere. I looked at Doc, standing there watching me... “Fuck my cunt, please...” I begged, lifting my hips further and offering myself. “That’s my boy... welcome back.” Doc grinned, sliding his fingers over my pulsing cunt. “Is it all you wanted?” “God! Yes!” I cried out in bliss as he smiled and walked to one of the lower shelves. Doc stood there for a minute looking at the items... Finally, he reached down and took hold of a pair of long black rubber gloves... “Aww fuck!” I growled, hearing the rubber snap against his sweaty biceps as he looked over his shoulder at me. Still looking over at me, he instinctively grabbed a tub of Elbow Grease and a chain of black silicone anal balls without taking his eyes off me. “Oh Fuck!” I moaned, watching the hard pulsing cock leading him back to me. Sinking his hand into the tub, Doc smiled, his now slick hand spreading the lube all over my cunt. Kneeling, he pressed a slippery finger into me without resistance... I lifted my hips to meet the intruder, shoving even more of the lube into me. Satisfied, Doc pulled out and pressed the first ball against my cunt... I tried to relax. “Push out, boy...” he instructed, grabbing my tit and digging in. “FUCK!” I screamed, feeling my cunt open up and take it in... I could feel my cunt relax as it clamped onto the chain, and I felt a reassuring fullness inside me. “Good boy!” he told me, patting my now filled cunt. “One...” “One...” I automatically repeated in a long moan as the first one slid deeper into me. Another one was now at the entrance... Doc slowly pushed on it, and I was open again... Sending waves of pleasure into my cunt. “Two...” Doc growled. “Two...” I moaned, feeling the weight of them as another met the opening. This time, I pushed back to meet it and felt Doc nudging it against my extending cuntlips until it was accepted. “Threee,“ I growled, before Doc could give the count. “Goddammit,” he chuckled, dropping the remaining two to hang from my filled cunt... the sensation causing me to tighten up on the chain and flex on the three heavy balls inside me. “That’s my boy!” he said, slapping my ass cheeks then stepping back to admire. My chemmed up cunt was on fire now... and I didn’t hold back... “Please, Doc!” I begged, “More...” “Of course, fucker,” he chuckled, picking up the final one and pushing against me. The feeling was intense... I didn’t know if I could take it with the three already inside me. “Easy boy... relax...” he encouraged, sliding a well lubed finger around the entrance to relax me. Feeling his finger slipping in against the ball, I began to writhe in pleasure. With a final push, the last one was in, leaving only the handle remaining outside my body. “YEEEH! FOUR!!!” I cried out as a wave of pulsating pleasure rocked my cunt and rolled through my hungry body. “Damn boy... you’re perfect!” Doc growled, standing there and stroking his now leaking cock before grabbing the chain and gently pulling on it to stimulate my cunt. “OH FUCK... OH FUCK...OH FUCK!” I whimpered, feeling every nerve in my chemmed up cunt fire at once. “How’s it feel, boy?” he asked, rubbing my abs and feeling the now protruding balls underneath. “Doc.....” I moaned, not being able to say another word as my cunt convulsed and surrounded the four heavy balls deep in my gut. “Enough said,” he growled, pulling on the handle. “GOD!! FUCK!” I yelled, feeling the balls sliding against my intestines as the chain grew taut. When the fourth ball hit my sphincter, I moaned, as my cuntlips expanded over the slippery surface and expelled it with a loud pop. “One...” Doc laughed. Nodding, I took a deep breath, “One...” Doc moved on to empty me of the remaining balls, with me dutifully counting down until the last one left my cunt... “Four...” I exhaled, dropping back on the sling as he flung it to one side with a thud... his cock now at my cunt. “Nine,” he grunted, grabbing my hips and easily slipping into my gaping hole... I moaned, feeling myself filled again... this time with no pain. “Do it...” I begged. And with that, the rutting began... his thrusts shoved the sling back, only to yank me back with all his strength onto his shaft on the rebound... pounding me harder and deeper with each thrust... my cunt throbbed again at the invasion. Sensing a change in Doc’s rhythm, I gripped his shaft tightly, causing him to growl... “Goddamn cunt!” His breath became labored as he continued burying himself in my cunt and taking possession. Now leaning in, he grabbed my harness and increased the speed of his fucking and brought me to the edge... “SHIT YEH!” I cried out as my body began to shudder... I could feel my nuts releasing a huge river of cum from my still limp cock and fill my leather jock. My cunt clamped down Doc’s cock and his breathing grew labored... “Yeah fucker,” he hissed with one final thrust, trembling... I heard him deeply inhale and hold his breath as his cock swelled within me... Releasing a white-hot gush of cum inside me, his powerful body shook and fell on top of me. We remained there... suspended in the air on the sling... his cock safely inside me for a few minutes. Feeling Doc rising and slipping out of me, I began to whimper... “Don’t worry boy...” he said, now on his feet and teasing my cunt. Releasing me from the restraints, he lifted me in his arms and helped me to my feet. “Well, Sam... our time is up for today.” he laughed, clipping the leash to my collar. “You need to get some rest...” Relaxing, I fell to my hands and knees and followed behind him into the main house. Reaching the main staircase, he took a long look before continuing up the stairs. Feeling the leash tighten again, I obediently followed like the submissive cunt I now was. Passing a large set of double doors on the second floor, he spoke, “That’s my room. This room...” he said, moving to the next door, opening it and leading me in, “will be yours for tonight.” Removing my collar, he motioned me to stand. Still unsteady, I wandered around the luxurious room. I stood before the immense burning fireplace casting a warm red glow over me. Turning, I saw the sturdy wooden frame of a four-poster bed against the opposite wall. I moved to the bed and felt the luxurious fabric of the sheets covering a pillowy-soft mattress. Looking down, I noticed a black leather bag sitting on the floor and I knew what to do... Turning to face Doc, I began to strip off my gear. Piece by piece, I carefully placed each item in the bag... wrist and ankle restraints... harness before grabbing hold of the waist of my jockstrap... “Commando or jock.” I smiled up at Doc and slipped it down over my hips onto floor, revealing a crusting load of cum in the pouch and on my junk. I knew what was next, but I hesitated and gave Doc a pleading look. Seeing him giving me a terse look, I took a deep breath and knelt to unlace my 10-Hole Rangers... I worked my way down... releasing the tension of the laces as I carefully slid them out of the eyelets with my fingers. Finally done, I inspected them for any damage. Satisfied, I put each one in an individual pouch and stored them in the inner pocket of the bag. Sitting on the bed, I took them off and held them... Again, I looked to Doc but this time with resignation and placed them in the bag. Lastly, I pulled the sweaty, ripe yellow socks off my feet, rolled them up and shoved them into the boots. “Good boy... Time for bed.” Doc growled, slipping my collar into the bag and heading to the door. I don’t know why, but I began to feel drowsy, so I crawled under the sheets and fell back on the mound of down pillows and looked at Doc standing at the doorway. “Rest up, boy... Your therapy’s just begun...” he smiled, turning off the lights and closing the door.

My favorite thing

I'm staring at his ass. I need a release but fucking him is going too far. "Come on man I can't do this" my cock is still rock hard as the latex covers it. I'm not gay but God I'm horny. "Are you sure?" He responds over his shoulder. "I a ...." I inhale deeply things start to go a little fuzzy. There's a noise at the door but I don't really hear it. "He isn't even going to make up for his failure. He has a long way to go if you want him to replace you as a fag" Sir Nate says as he walks into the room. Completely naked, his massive cock fully erect. Maybe it's for the best. He walks in front of me and lines his cock up with Master Jacksons ass. I instinctually move to the side so I can see better. He smiles at me widely as he thrusts in harshly. Master Jackson winced but accepts the way too large cock. He slowly starts to thrust and I can see red streaks on his cock, Master Jackson is bleeding. His thrusting increases as Jackson pushes back taking the entire cock every push. With out even realizing I started Jerking off. "Tell me if you're about to cum boi." I nod in compliance. Nate picks up his pace putting his arm around Jackson's neck, and Jackson moans so load as he rolls his hips accepting the cock. I feel my balls start to tighten. "I'm about to cum" I say without even realizing it. "Stop jerking off" Sir Nate says. I freeze. "No please let me cum" I say my need to cum over powering the submission that seems to happen whenever he is around. He stops thrusting, straightens up and turns his head towards me. "I'm sorry Sir" I bow my head avoiding eye contact. I put my hands behind my back. He starts thrusting again. "Come here boi." Nate says sternly. I slowly inch my way towards him as he picks up his pace. Nate lifts his arm exposing his hairy pit, the closeness makes my head go fuzzy. "Inhale deep and then luck it clean" the thought of licking his pit makes me gag a bit but I move my head in as he fucks Jackson all of his muscles tensing with every movement. I stick my face in his pits and inhale. My mind goes blank almost immediately. I get this hunger running down my back. It moves throughout my body. I need as much contact as I can. I start licking him without thought I want any part of him inside me. I'm consuming as much of his sweat as I can and Nates pace is at full force again. My hands start stroking his chest as his thrusts become erratic. He grabs the back of my head with his other arm as he groans cumming inside Jackson. "Good boi, now suck Master Jackson off." He pushes my head down and I crawl under both of the men. Nate keeps thrusting a but slower now that he has cum. I roll onto my back and can see his cock sliding in and out, his cock is still hard as the slimy pick fluid lubricates everything. Jackson reaches an arm down and he guides my head towards his cock. My head starts to clear a little now that my face isn't in Nate's pit. "Come on fag, I know you want to" I hear Master Jackson encouraging me. I stick my tongue out and taste the precum dripping out of his cock. To my surprise I love it. I pop about half of his large cock in my mouth before I can take any more. I start stroking the rest with one hand and massaging his abs with the other hand. I can feel Nates thrusts getting erratic again and Jackson's balls seem to tighten up. "OH GOD" I hear a woman screech. Nate practically screams as he cums and Jackson is almost silent as cum starts shooting down my throat. Jackson and Nate collapse on the bed as I stand up. I look at the door and standing there was Sean with a smirk on his face and Linda staring in terror.

21. Steven moved Blake out of the way and started to run his fingers around the base of the plug. He was trying to work them inside me too. Slowly he pressed his lube slick fingers in, pulling my hole open around the plug. I groaned as one slipped in. It felt impossible that I was this open but all the abuse had made it possible. My hole just gave way to the new assault and soon Steven had two fingers slipping in and out of me next to the plug. They had been serious about destroying me. Then he was pulling the plug out of me. I felt empty as the snake like toy fell from my hole. I could tell that I was open and gaped. Mercifully though I was not empty long. Steve’s fingers quickly returned to my hole. He easily slid four fingers inside me, twisting them around. He splayed them, pushing the edges of my hole further apart still. Two fingers from his other hand slipped in next to his twisting fingers. I moaned as he pulled me open. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Blake still naked and hard with a phone in his hand recording Steve working my ass open. He grinned when he realized I had seen him. “Focus on me,” Steve said, and started to push a single spear shaped hand into my hole. I took a deep breath. Steve pulled his hand from my hole and then pushed back in, matching my breath. Each time it felt like a little more of his hand slipped in. “We’re at the widest point now, a few more breaths and you’ll have my whole hand in your cunt. You want that don’t you?” “Yes! Please. Fist me.” “Deep breath, and then let it out real slowly.” He relaxed the pressure on my hole, backing his hand off. As I breathed in again he started once more to push, the pressure mounting. I held my breath for a moment, and then very slowly let it out. Then it happened. My hole gave way. The knuckle of his thumb burst inside me, and suddenly he was wrist deep inside me. I was being fisted. Something half way between a scream and a moan burst from my lips as my hole expanded further than ever before. My soft tender guts were not split apart with the rough skin of Steve’s hand. Tight in its cage my cock throbbed and a big thick spurt of cum pumped from out onto my balls. It was the most extraordinary feeling. “Good job, your cunt looks so good wrapped around my wrist.” “Fuck,” was all I could moan back. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Steve said in a calm voice. He pulled his hand back slowly, pulling against the taught muscles of my hole. My body opened around his hand again, and tried unsuccessfully to snap back around his fingers as they slipped out. I could feel myself gape, I knew that my guys were exposed by my slack hole. Then the fingers were back. They once more forced me open. This time it was easier, my body knew what to do. My hole opened around Steve’s invading fingers, spread wide for the knuckle and let his fist inside me once more. Again a guttural sound was forced out of my as my hole was invaded. I shook a little. Steve didn’t pause this time. Slowly and deliberately he pulled his hand from my hole, then at the same pace he forced it back inside me. With each new level of sluttiness or width of stretched there came a moment of being lost, where my whole body, my whole life, seemed to slip away and all that I was was a hole. As Steve’s hand truly began to fuck me, all be it slowly at first, I found myself drifting away. My hole, and his hand were the only important things in the world. I forgot about Blake and the camera, I forgot about the cage on my cock, I forgot about Mike leading me down this path, all I could think about was the hand pushing inside my guts again and again. I was once more a blathering idiot, spewing an incoherent slur of fucks, yes’s, and use mes. Steve was picking up the pace, and Blake was filming the whole thing. He was not shooting over Steve’s shoulder looking down at my trashed hole. As Steve’s pace increased and my hole became more and more slack I felt a pressure building inside me. It wasn’t quite like an orgasm building, but similar. In the put of my stomach a hard mass was forming, pushing down against my guts as they were penetrated and stretched. Yet it wasn’t painful, it was that coming up to the edge of a cliff feeling, that moment where the pleasure tips just to this side of pain, and then, my cock erupted. This time, however, it wasn’t cum. Piss sprayed out of my cock in one long spurt. I tried to stop, tried to cover myself, but Steve stopped me with his free hand. “No, that’s how a bottom like you cums when he’s being fisted,” Steve said, “your body needs it, let it out.” He let go of my hand, and punched his fist into me a few more times. I basically screamed, my body going limp, and spurt after spirt of piss spewed from my cock. Steve and I were both covered when my bladder was finally fucked empty. I was panting, as piss dripped off my body onto Steve’s desk. He didn’t care so neither did I. Slowly, he pulled his hand from my hole with a wet flop. “Fuck, you did so well,” Steve said, leaning forward to kiss me. “That was amazing,” Blake added. “How does your hole feel?” “Fucking destroyed,” I responded. “Your cunt looks so good, gaped and red, with a little drop of cum leaking out of it.” “Thank you Sir.” “Do you think you can take some more?” “What do you have in mind Sir?” “Before your hole starts to tighten up,” he moved to the chair and sat down, “come sit on my cock and we’ll get one more load in you before sending you home.” “Fuck yes,” I said, and got off the desk as quick as my sore legs would let me. I straddled my boss and sat down. It took nothing to slide him inside me, my loose hole opened wide and his thick cock slid in. We both let out an appreciative groan as my warm guts enveloped his hard cock again. Blake was soon behind me, I had guessed this was where it was going, and pressed his cock into me too. The three of us breathed as one, as they fucked me again. I was a rag doll at this point, worn down and tired, my hole stretched wide once more. I was begging them to use me, to pump me full of their cum. They soon both obliged me, and I was once more treated to the sensation of hot sperm being pumped inside my hole. This time, however, I was so slack that it was hard to keep it in. It was worth it though to have experience then destruction they wrought on my hole. That was the end of our day, they helped me up. We got dressed, all kissed at the door, and headed out of the office at just after five. I felt like I couldn’t walk right. I gave up on the train and called a car home. I don’t think I said much of anything to the driver, I was in such a daze the whole way. When I got home Mike was sitting on the couch naked apart from his cage. I stripped at the door, and walked over to where he sat. I straddled his lap, and kissed him deep as a greeting. “What was that for?” He said grinning, his hands holding my bare ass cheeks. “Showing me the way.” “What happened to you today?” “Feel my hole and see if you can guess.” Mike’s hand traveled from my cheeks to my wet abused cunt, and his fingers slipped in. “Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, probing the edges of my gaping hole, “you’re fucking destroyed. Did you get fisted or something.” I kissed him again, “By my boss.” “Jesus, I love the new you.” “Me too,” I paused, “I don’t want my key back. I don’t need to wait till the end of the week. I want to be like this forever.” “I guessed that would be your decision.” Now it was his turn to kiss me. “Come on pig, I’m going to open you back up and fist you myself.” This is where our story ends - at least for now. I hope you all enjoyed and I'm happy to have inspired a few of you to dust off your cages and lock up. Remember, there is freedom in giving up your cock and becoming a hole - give in.