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I woke early on Wednesday, as I usually do, to hit the gym. While making coffee and poking around on the apps, I was hit up on Grindr. The guy and I have been flirting online for a while, but we always connected while I was already working out and too close to when I needed to hit the shower and get my ass to work. I never thought we would have enough time for a good fuck. He was a man of few words on the app, responding to my descriptions of how I like to get fucked and used with only short answers. Through all of our chats, I had learned that he had a big beautiful black dick, and liked the idea of fucking me bare. Made my hole ache every time we chatted. At 5 a.m., he hit me up with, “Could today be the day?” “Yes, please,” was all I responded. I told him I would skip the gym and stop by around 6, and he was down for that. I finished making coffee, cleaned up and out, threw on my gym clothes, grabbed poppers, and was on my way. He sent his address and told me to go around to the side door of the apartment building. I texted “I’m here”. Moments later, a hot, tall, black guy opened the door. “hey,” was all he said as he turned around and walked away, and I followed. In the apartment, I stripped, he stripped – fuck, his cock was nice. 8”, hard, barely able to get my hand around it, sticking straight out. He grabbed my dick briefly, I sucked him briefly, then he asked “how you want to do this?” I laid on my back on his bed, spread my legs wide, and he got between them. We made out briefly as his dick poked at my hole. He horked a ball of spit, I did too, lubed up my hole and his dick, then he pressed against my hole. I grabbed poppers and snorted. The poppers took hold just as his dick entered me. He slid in balls deep as I writhed in the mix of pain, pleasure, and submission as a complete stranger entered me. He started pumping, full strokes, staring down at me. I opened up and he quickened his pace. Fuck he used me hard. Moments later “I’m going to cum” to got me begging to be bred. He bucked and moaned as he unloaded deep inside. After a bit, he pulled out, got up off the bed, and I took the cue that it was time to leave. He said “thanks and lets do that again” as I dressed and headed out. I texted “Thank you” as I walked to the car. Went to the gym, realizing I still had time to work out. Checked my phone and the time between texting “I’m here” and “Thank you” was 12 min. Felt so much longer…I learned a valuable lesson – there is always time for a fuck before the gym. Had some difficulty holding the load in while I worked out. Later in the shower I couldn’t hold it any longer and a huge load flowed from my ass and down my leg…

Masc Bottom (John) – Interlude “Oh fuck dude, cum in my ass. I want to feel it.” Moans John. An hour ago John was a masc for masc gay sports bro. He acted the top, called bottoms sluts, and was a ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ kind of guy. He had fucked the sexy twink in front of his friends just like a good top should do. He performed his duty as a man. Then, out of lust and an almost envious desire to be like the same twink he fucked, he let his friend fuck him bareback. Not that bareback was a big deal for John as a bottom. John let almost every guy that he took home from the bar hit it bareback. He always said things like, “Dude I don’t do this often. I don’t have condoms here,” or “sorry man, I’m out of rubbers,” or his favorite, “not like I can get pregnant.” Then he’d bend over or lean back or turn over – however the top wanted to fuck him – and he’d take their cocks bareback. He always begged those guys to cum inside him or just never asked them to pull out. John was 33. He’d lived in 4 different cities since college ended and a couple hundred guys had fucked him. He loved feeling the guys cum inside him. However, the pressure of pretending he was a top caused John to hate himself after almost every encounter. He’d love the sex until the next morning when he’d freak out about whether or not his friends would find out or, sometimes, whether a dude had HIV or not – a question John seldom asked his tops before spreading his legs. Now, here he was in a shower room of the campground, begging a guy to cum inside him. No secrets. No lies. It was daylight outside. John wasn’t drunk or high. He was a little buzzed and bent over getting railed by a dude he met 5 minutes ago. Fuck it feels so good. The first guy cums in John’s ass and pulls out. The second guy steps up and pushes his cock into John. John moans. John can see a campground worker staring at them from the toilet area. He’s watching John get railed bareback by two guys he just met. Normally John would be totally freaked out that his secret would become known. This time, John pushes his ass back and starts fucking himself on the cock inside him. His thrusts back meet the top’s thrusts forward and soon this top is blowing his load in John without asking. He pulls out and he and his friend leave. John stands there for a minute and lets the cum run down his legs. He reaches back and fingers the cum back into his ass as he jerks his cock. John realizes he has three loads in his ass now – one from his friend, two from strangers, and he has told two of his friends that he has let men breed him. Realizing he outed himself as a bottom, John strokes his cock, fingers the cum into his ass, and blows his load on the wall.

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!

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.

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

Best evenings are going out with a friend to a club, beat, park and watching each other getting filled with cum and piss by different guys. Sealing the asses with plugs after each fuck. Then going home together and using the jizz from each others ass to fuck the other , snowball the cum and to lube toys with your ass juices pushing them deep into the other guys guts making sure the seed is worked in completely. Adding the cum of your fuckers to the ones in the other guy and his loads coating your innards together with the ones that where deposited earlier in 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.

Linda ran out of the room Sean following behind her. I tried to chase after but Sean stopped me in front hall. "Did you really think I wouldn't tell her about finding you naked on the street?" His question surprised me. "I don't care man fuck off and let me through" I push past him and try to get Linda's attention without going outside. The chains on my ankles prevented me from putting clothes on and I don't want to go outside in chains and a jockstrap around my ankles. I turn back to Sean screaming "she got away because you stopped me" he slowly walks towards me pushes me against the wall whispers in my ear while grabs my cock. "I saw how hard you were while a man unleashed his cum down your throat" a smile forming on his lips "she got a way because you wanted her to. You here talking to me naked because you want to, and when you accept that you'll take my load up your ass because you are going to beg for it." Was he right? I was naked outside earlier would it have been that big of deal to do it again. Sean grabbed my chin, pulled me in for a long kiss and then walked away leaving the house to find his mom. I run back to the bedroom (as best as I can) and get on my knees. "Please Master remove my chains and let me go after my wife." "Rule number 2 boi" Jackson responds coldly. I can't seem to remember these dumb rules but I know of he's not happy I'm not going to get anywhere. "I'm sorry master I can't remember the rules, but if you let me go after her I will not fight your rules anymore." I begged. "I don't think I will. I like you in your jockstrap and with out the chains you may take them off again. Besides with your wife's history I think you can expect divorce papers soon. Luckily Master Nate is a divorce lawyer and will take care of it. Why don't you clean him up to say thank you." The words ring in my head. Her ex coming out as gay really broke her. Maybe it's best for her to just leave me behind. I am not gay but I just swallowed a man's load and liked it. Sean has been trying to convince me to end it as to not hurt her so maybe me fighting for her will just make it worse for her. I look at Sir Nate and see his cum covered cock tinted pink with Master Jackson's blood. I turn to go get a towel and Jackson says "use your mouth you need more practice any way." A look of horror crosses my face as I stared at the rehardening cock. The blood and the cum repulsing me. But what about Jackson's cum, that tasted great and there is a part of me that wants more, maybe Sir Nates will taste good too? I move forward and put Nates legs on my shoulders. I inhale deep through my nose and Sir Nate's musk hits me, the fuzzy feeling taking over and I realize that I would like this feeling all of the time. I jerk forward an increase of lust pushing me to swallow the man in front of me. I get practically none of his cock in my mouth before I can't take any more but the taste sends shivers through my body. This is what I need, I hungrily lick the cock clean and a slight whimper comes from my mouth when there is no more cum for me. "Don't worry you'll get more later for now I will make your life better by dealing with your ex-wife." Nate pats my cheek as he stands up. "Take care of Master Jackson, while we figure out your life" Linda ran out of the room Sean following behind her. I tried to chase after but Sean stopped me in front hall. "Did you really think I wouldn't tell her about finding you naked on the street?" His question surprised me. "I don't care man fuck off and let me through" I push past him and try to get Linda's attention without going outside. The chains on my ankles prevented me from putting clothes on and I don't want to go outside in chains and a jockstrap around my ankles. I turn back to Sean screaming "she got away because you stopped me" he slowly walks towards me pushes me against the wall whispers in my ear while grabs my cock. "I saw how hard you were while a man unleashed his cum down your throat" a smile forming on his lips "she got a way because you wanted her to. You here talking to me naked because you want to, and when you accept that you'll take my load up your ass because you are going to beg for it." Was he right? I was naked outside earlier would it have been that big of deal to do it again. Sean grabbed my chin, pulled me in for a long kiss and then walked away leaving the house to find his mom. I run back to the bedroom (as best as I can) and get on my knees. "Please Master remove my chains and let me go after my wife." "Rule number 2 boi" Jackson responds coldly. I can't seem to remember these dumb rules but I know of he's not happy I'm not going to get anywhere. "I'm sorry master I can't remember the rules, but if you let me go after her I will not fight your rules anymore." I begged. "I don't think I will. I like you in your jockstrap and with out the chains you may take them off again. Besides with your wife's history I think you can expect divorce papers soon. Luckily Master Nate is a divorce lawyer and will take care of it. Why don't you clean him up to say thank you." The words ring in my head. Her ex coming out as gay really broke her. Maybe it's best for her to just leave me behind. I am not gay but I just swallowed a man's load and liked it. Sean has been trying to convince me to end it as to not hurt her so maybe me fighting for her will just make it worse for her. I look at Sir Nate and see his cum covered cock tinted pink with Master Jackson's blood. I turn to go get a towel and Jackson says "use your mouth you need more practice any way." A look of horror crosses my face as I stared at the rehardening cock. The blood and the cum repulsing me. But what about Jackson's cum, that tasted great and there is a part of me that wants more, maybe Sir Nates will taste good too? I move forward and put Nates legs on my shoulders. I inhale deep through my nose and Sir Nate's musk hits me, the fuzzy feeling taking over and I realize that I would like this feeling all of the time. I jerk forward an increase of lust pushing me to swallow the man in front of me. I get practically none of his cock in my mouth before I can't take any more but the taste sends shivers through my body. This is what I need, I hungrily lick the cock clean and a slight whimper comes from my mouth when there is no more cum for me. "Don't worry you'll get more later for now I will make your life better by dealing with your ex-wife." Nate pats my cheek as he stands up. "Take care of Master Jackson, while we figure out your 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.”

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.

Yeah it was a strange feeling, just feeling them piss in my ass. Especially with the chems in their piss, i was flying like crazy

Never waste a drop! 🥵🤤

Been edging again if anyone wants to sext

He y'all. I am traveling to a state that bans this site for a few weeks. I am posting two updates. I am starting to enlarge the cast of characters. The first chapter is about Matt. The second introduces a related character's story. Getting Away, Part 6 Rugby comes back with one of the clones – this one blond with an accent – and says, “Ready to eat?” Matt says, “Starving.” The guys get out of the pool. Matt grabs his shirt, towel and flip flops and says bye to Paul. Matt and the three guys guide Matt to their camp site which is at the farther end of the campgrounds. The sexual banter continues all the way to the guys’ campsite. When they get there, Matt laughs out loud. There is a large, long tent with three flap windows on each side and a large opening on one end. It looks like a Quonset hut. Matt says, “That has to be the biggest tent I’ve ever seen. I gotta admit I was kind of wondering how all four of us were going to fuck in a tent, but now I get it.” Rugby kisses Matt and the other two guys kiss. Matt pulls his half shirt over his head. Rugby is making out with Matt aggressively. In addition to Rugby’s insistent exploration of Matt’s torso, Matt feels hands on his back, lips on his neck, and someone untying the string of his swimsuit. For the third time today he feels a man slide his swimsuit off. Naked and not yet even inside the tent, Matt rubs Rugby’s cock through his swimsuit. Matt feels a cock rubbing on his ass crack. The guy with the accent says, “Lets get in the tent before we fuck in the dirt.” The guys get in the tent, Matt falls back on an air mattress. Matt is now making out the blond, accented guy. Then makes out with the first guy he was with. Then Matt is straddling one guy and making out with the other. All three are naked. Rugby is rummaging through a couple bags. Rugby comes back to the group and puts some condoms and lube on the air mattress. Matt rubs Rugby’s cock through his swimsuit and says, “Take it out. I want to see your cock.” Rugby drops his trunks and Matt sees a gorgeous 8.5/9” cock in front of him and starts sucking on it. The guys collapse in a pile of cocksucking and ass eating. Matt has a mouth on his ass, a mouth on his cock, guys rubbing his nipples; all while Matt is attached like a starving baby to Rugby’s cock. Matt is positioned on all 4s with Rugby in front of him and the other two behind him. The other two guys are taking turns eating Matt’s ass. Matt can’t help himself. He laughs around Rugby’s cock and pulls his mouth off the cock. While stroking Rugby’s impressive meat Matt says, “You guys are paying a lot of attention to my ass. What makes you think I’m the one getting fucked? I’m a top.” The guys all take a beat from what they are doing. Rugby says, “No way. Really?” Matt looks at their faces and laughs again. “Fuck no. I’m a total bottom.” The guy with the accent makes an audible sigh of relief and says, “Thank God.” They all laugh. Rugby leans down and kisses Matt. He says, “You are fucking hot and adorable.” Matt says, “And you don’t have a magnum among these condoms.” Rugby raises an eyebrow and Matt kisses him again. Matt can hear the lube bottle open and feels lube being applied to his ass. He feels a cock rubbing in his ass crack. Rugby says, “Fuck that cock looks so cook between your ass checks.” The condoms are right next to Matt’s hand. Matt picks up a condom. At that moment, Rugby’s cock pushes on Matt’s lips and Matt opens his mouth to suck his cock. Matt readjusts to take the man’s large cock in his mouth. As he does, the cock rubbing on Matt’s wet hole pops inside. The top moans. Matt groans around Rugby’s cock. Matt doesn’t realize that he is still holding the unopened condom in his hand. All three other men watched as the bare cock breached the twink’s hole. The guy whose dick slipped in Matt’s ass is usually a bottom, although his friends don’t know that. His friends also don’t know that know that most of the guys he meets fuck him raw. He’s a nurse and knows the risks of unprotected sex. But when he meets men at the bars he’s usually drunk and with his inhibitions lowered he gives it up bareback almost every time he takes someone home. The guy slips his dick back out and waits for the twink to give him the condom. The top doesn’t move to take the condom from Matt, but instead puts his bare cock back on Matt’s hole. The other two tops are watching, knowing this is a pivotal moment. They all know if the twink takes it bareback from one of them, they are all likely to get him bareback. This fuck has just taken an exciting turn. The top pushes his cock on Matt’s hole. Matt pushes back to meet the motion. The tops cock slides in bareback all the way to the balls. Matt groans around Rugby’s cock as the top’s balls touch his ass. Rugby says, “Fuck watching that cock slide in your ass was so hot.” The first top fucking Matt is awkwardly trying to find his rhythm. He hasn’t topped in over a year. The other top behind Matt makes out with the first top. Making out helps the top find his “top energy” and the guy starts long stroking in and out of Matt, almost removing his cock and sliding all the way back in. He likes this because the twink’s hole feels tight around his cock head and almost makes him shoot a few times. The top decides to see if pulling out and pushing back in the twink’s hole will increase the sensations. And it does the trick. In less than 10 strokes fully removing his cock from Matt’s ass and plunging back in, the first top shoots his load on and in Matt’s hole. Rugby pulls Matt up and kisses him and says, “That was so hot. Did you like it?” Matt says, “Yeah. That was a nice fuck.” Rugby pushes the twink’s head back down to his cock and Matt takes it in his mouth. The second guy pushes his larger cock on Matt’s hole. Once again the twink doesn’t hand the top a condom. The second top had an HIV scare a few months ago. He woke up at a man’s house he had met at the bar and had been fucked bareback by the man and two of his friends – just like Matt is doing right now. He tested negative and vowed to only practice safe sex. But with his bare cock pushing on this twink hole, he says fuck it and pushes his bare cock inside. Matt moans this time. This cock is thicker and longer. It feels good when it’s all the way inside. This top is an aggressive fuck. Matt must put both hands on the mattress to steady himself. As he does, Matt feels the unopened condom beneath his palm. He realizes that for the fourth time today Matt is taking a bare fuck from a man he doesn’t know. Matt moans both knowingly and from pleasure as the cock hits his prostate. The second top is turned on by the sensation of a raw ass on his cock. He used to wonder why the three men he took home in April had fucked him bareback. Now he knows. This is the first time he’s fucked a guy bareback and it is a beautiful twink with a ripped body. Just the thought of it is going to make him……and he shouts ”ohhhh…fuckkkkkkkk……CCCUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!” He buries his cock in Matt’s hole and blows a very large load inside the twink’s ass. As the second top pulls out, Matt decides he’s already broken his “safe sex” rules again so it’s time to go for broke. He pulls off Rugby’s cock and pretending he isn’t aware that he’s just taken two loads, lies on his back and puts his feet on the bed on either side of Rugby’s large frame. He feels Rugby come in for a kiss. Rugby’s body almost engulfs Matt’s small, twink frame. He’s got to weigh at least twice what Matt does. He feels the mans cock between his legs. They make out fiercely for a minute. Then Rugby leans back on his knees, grabs the lube and starts lubing his cock. Matt can no longer pretend he doesn’t know that he’s taking it bareback. Matt says, “I don’t see a condom big enough for your cock.” As he says this, Matt strokes his cock and some precum leaks on his abs. Rugby lifts Matt’s legs and says, “Nope. You’re right.” Matt says, “Do you want me to suck you off or would you like to cum by teasing my wet hole?” Rugby lifts Matt’s legs and positions his cock to rub on Matt’s freshly fucked and loaded hole. At this point, Rugby can’t tell if Matt knows or doesn’t know that he’s taken two bare cocks in his ass. He doesn’t want to “blow it” and not get his cock inside the twink so he rubs his cock on Matt’s hole. The other two are also thinking the same thing….does this guy not know we’ve cum up his ass? Rugby kisses Matt again as his cock rubs on Matt’s beautiful twink hole. Matt feels for the large cock rubbing his hole and strokes it. Matt aims the large cock at his hole and rubs the tip directly on his hole. He feels it breach his hole a bit but keeps the cock aimed at his hole and doesn’t move it out. Rugby says, “If I cum by teasing your hole, some cum might get inside your ass. Want me to cum somewhere else?” Matt reaches back to his ass and spreads it and says, “Cum wherever you want.” Rugby pushes his cock head inside Matt’s hole. Matt moans and doesn’t stop him. Rugby says, “Fuck your ass feels good.” Matt responds, “So does your cock.” Rugby, still unsure if the twink wants to get fucked raw, slides half his cock inside Matt. Matt moans and bites his lip. Matt looks directly into Rugby’s eyes and locks eye contact. Rugby slides the rest of his cock up this amazing twink hole. Matt is stroking his cock. Rugby says, “Your ass feels so good without a rubber.” Matt says, “We don’t have one that fits you right?” Rugby nods. Matt says, “Fuck me.” The two previous tops get hard hearing Matt ask to get fucked bareback by their friend. Rugby begins to slowly move his big bare cock out of Matt’s ass and then slides back in. He is starting a slow fuck. Matt and Rugby hear the lube bottle open and looks over to see the first two tops lubing their cocks. Rugby’s slow fuck continues for a few minutes. He wants to enjoy this twink’s raw hole. Guys he fucks usually want to feel him bare so he doesn’t usually have condoms with him anymore. Ever since he and his friends started a “cherry popping” contest in college and gave extra points for cumming in a dude’s ass; Rugby has perfected his ability to get his cock in a bottom bareback. Rugby has a clean cut image so most people think he plays by the rules and would only practice “safe sex”, but he loves breeding bottoms. This twink is no different. Rugby picks up the pace of his fuck. Matt is moaning and feeing every inch of this really nice cock open his ass. Matt sees movement to his left. Top 2 is mounting top 1 from behind. Top 2 asks, “Do I need a rubber?” Top 1 thinks for a second…..first, he’s about to be out himself as a bottom, and second, his friends will know he lets guys fuck him raw. Top 1 hesitates. He looks at the sexy twink getting pummeled by his friend. He wants to be fucked like that. So, top 1 releases the burden he’s carried by pretending he’s a top and says, “I trust you.” Top 2 helps relieve top 1 of his burden of being a closet bottom by sliding inside his friend and hearing him moan like a slut. Top 2 starts fucking his second bareback bottom of the day. Rugby says, “That’s so hot.” Rugby slides out of Matt, flips him on to all fours, and reenters the twink’s ass. He says, “Work my cock with your ass while I watch my friend become a bottom.” Matt starts working his ass back and forth on Rugby. Matt is a little annoyed that Rugby is making him and Top 1 feel less than a man because they like getting fucked. Matt pushes the thought from his mind so he can enjoy this great fuck. Matt pushes Rugby onto his back. He takes Rugby’s cock, sits down on it, and takes in a breath because he did it too fast. Rugby says, “Fuck yeah boy. Ride my cock.” As Rugby says it, he squeezes his ass muscles on the tops dick and Rugby moans loudly. Rugby looks up at this twink who is 10 years younger than him, who is making his cock feel fantastic, and he rubs his hands over Matt’s tight muscles. He says, “You’re such a sexy fucker.” Matt continues to ride the bigger man’s cock. The moans from the other bottom in the tent are really turning Matt on. It’s the first time he has heard a man enjoy getting fucked as much as he does. He looks over at the other couple and sees the bottom loving the cock in him. Matt strokes his cock and looks down at the big man. He starts working his ass muscles riding the cock and the man is moaning. Hearing all the moaning, feeling the cock work his ass, and stroking his cock. Matt says, “I’m going to cum.” He shoots all over his tops chest and belly. Matt slows his hips to recover from the orgasm. He leans down, without letting the cock out of his ass, kisses Rugby hard and says, “Fuck into my ass.” Rugby grabs Matt and flips him onto his back. He lifts Matt’s legs over his shoulders and starts fucking Matt’s ass at a good pace. Rugby picks up speed and Matt sensing he is close squeezes lightly on Rugby’s cock. Rugby says, “Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?” Matt’s response is the same as before, “Wherever you want.” Rugby says, “Fuck yes. I cumming in your ass.” Matt says, “Do it. Cum in me.” Rugby cums with a loud guttural groan and blows his load into Matt’s ass. The other bottom is watching as Matt so freely accepts his partner’s load. He is so turned on watching the sexy twink take his third load that he has to stop stroking his cock for fear he will cum before Top 2. Top 2 grabs his bottom’s cock and starts stroking it. Top 2 is close. He says, “I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?” His bottom, totally relinquishing any reputation as a top and a practitioner of “safe sex,” moans and almost screams, “Cum where everyone else does. Cum in my ass.” As he says in my ass, the sensation of letting go causes him to cum all over himself. Top 2 cums in his bottom’s ass, now knowing he is certainly not the first man to do so. Matt and Rugby collapse together. Matt has three loads leaking from his ass. Top 2 pulls out of his bottom and lays back. Top 2 and Rugby kiss Matt. Rugby says, “Fuck that was SO HOT!” After a minute, the other bottom turns to Matt and asks, “Did you know we fucked you bareback and came in you?” Matt says, “I figured it out after you came in me and I was taking the second fuck. My hand pushed down on the unopened condom I was still holding. I realized I hadn’t given it to you.” Rugby groans and says, “Wait! You knew and still made me work to get it in you bareback? Fuck that makes it ever FUCKING HOTTER!” Rugby says, “I think I might love you.” Matt slaps Rugby’s ass and says, “Come on. I heard there is a DJ tonight. Let’s clean ourselves up and go.” Matt asks the guys where the nearest bathroom is. He and the other bottom head out together to clean themselves up. As they are walking over Matt says, “Do you know you said other men have cum in your ass? I mean…..um…..I say a lot of stuff when I am about to cum. So, no judgment….y’know. I thought it was so hot.” The other bottom says, “Oh yeah. I totally said that huh?” Matt looks at him with raised eyebrows, pushes the guy’s shoulder with his own, and chuckles. The other bottom asks, “Was that your first time bareback? With us.” Matt says, “Fuck no.” The other bottom asks, “Do you mind me asking how many others have cum in you?” Matt looks at the other bottom, a guy who just 30 minutes ago dumped a load in his ass. Matt realizes this guy just wants to be told its ok. Matt answers honestly, “Dozens of guys. What about you?” The guy looks at Matt and says, “Same.” They smile at each other. In the bathroom, the boys clean up in the showers. A couple other guys come in to use the showers. Matt and the other bottom say hi. One of the guys grabs the other bottom’s ass. Matt goes over to the mirror to see if he looks alright. As Matt is leaving the bathroom, he sees the other bottom leaning against the wall and one of the men they just met sliding (what Matt assumes is a bare cock) up his ass. As Matt walks back to the campsite to get the rest of his things, he can hear the other bottom’s moans echo off the bathroom walls. Matt thinks he hears the man beg for his top’s load just before he steps out of earshot. Matt smiles.

All tops and btms want raw sex and to breed or be bred.

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.

Day off slutting around. Found a bbc on sniffles from the cruise ship that just docked for the weekend, 7X6 raw dick. Looked at my pics and he wanted in, on one condition. He needed to know if I suck dick good. He just doesn’t want an assup deal but get his dick suck good. I told him I don’t use lube and I’ll Ass to Mouth for him. He seems flakey especially when he ends the conversation after I give him my address, “maybe later”. Promising “if you suck food, I’ll destroy your boy pussy.” Im getting ready to hit my favorite glory hole in Waikiki. He says he’s ready and will Uber to me. He finally makes it. A heavy set black dude. We get down to business. He pulls his shorts down. It’s thick as a soda can. I get to sucking, I can’t even get it all in my throat. I’m slurping and throating gooing. Spiting on my fingers and shoving pre-cum and spit from my mouth to my hole. Stretching my cunt knowing, I will be taking this monster up my ass. he’s lying on bed while I suck him and I spin around I slowly lower my hole on his dick reverse cow girl style. I impaled my hole onto his rock solid black meat all the way down and start fucking myself. He’s groaning as my wet raw hole is banging his drawback dick. His legs are shacking as I pull off and on. Then… ass to mouth several times. I’m destroying his dick…. He’s moaning “ nasty bitch, take that dick.” He then had me on doggy and start fucking me and stretching my daddy hole with his black meat. It’s an endless rhythm for the next hour of non stop, “thump thump thump” from behind as he grabs and stretch open my hips, pull all the way and slams back in. Trying to smash my daddy Asian hole. It’s now 90 minutes of non stop fucking. Still hard as a rock. He is sweating and it’s a hot Hawaiian day. My hole is gapping open. He has me on my stomach giving it to me bad. Fucking my bladder and making me “gush”. Then he pulls out shoves his dick in my mouth and says he is about to cum. Spins me around cums on my hole but then shoves his raw black dick in covered with his baby batter back in and continued to fuck. I always ask my tops before the cum,”where are you coming.” “I’m coming in your boy pussy! Good boy!” And he coats my fuck hole with his hot cum, I can feel it, felt burning hot as he was cumming in me.” He pull out and I suck clean his dick up. He says he never had ass to mouth, nor anyone take his dick without lube. He said,”you take black dick good, most guys stop after 10 mins.” I told him, “my ass is made for black dick and cum.”

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

If you ever had fucked with someone you found "repugnant" ( for some reasons, maybe repulsive face, homeless, bastard, rude men, offensers, disrespectful...), did you accept them to enter inside you, if so, what about to getting creampie from them? Is it OK taking a ugly top's load inside your sex and let him reproduced inside your most intimate place? Asking for this cause since Last year I'm "choosing" tops that I normally would never let fuck me, uncovered sexual contact teases, got those cocks pressed against my hole, help them to slide "half way" in and make some moves or eventually going balls deep for some seconds ( "fake fucking" my hole before asking to pull out. I don't want this to happen to me and had them to fuck my hole, just want them to know how ring and pussy felt. So, Last week, did it with that man that I've refused before, surprised him giving him the access. Let him pounded it longer than expected. Even if I do no love him and extremely dislike him, I've never need someone's semence so hard, I really appreciated it. So, we fucked for real, kissed passionately, already making love like he was the Best man in the world. I promised to let him to have my pussy totally Next week and make him reproduced into it, most of all, I will let him sleep in me (cock in my cunt, tongue and saliva in my mouth) and I'm terrified I will damaged my self esteem and no more love myself after this. How to deal with it if I have regrets after it? Problems when you are a too much emotional bottom...

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.

I kept me smoking, and I was spun. His grin told me he was satisfied and took the pipe away from me. The cocktail of drugs fucked with my consciousness. I felt the need to fuck. I wanted to fuck. But I kept zoning out and coming back to it. Matt slipped his pants off. He wasn’t wearing jocks, and he was ready to fuck by the looks of his thick cock standing to attention. I was on the bed as he leant over and grabbed my pants, yanking them off and rolling me to my front, revealing my peach arse. I heard Matt growl under his breath. He pushed my legs apart using his legs. He was above me, and I was inebriated. I didn’t think I was going to be in this situation. A fleeting moment crossed my mind realising I didn’t prepare to be fucked and hoped I was ok down there. He grabbed my arse cheeks with his rough hands and spread them wide. He wasn’t playing around. My hole was exposed, and he dove in deep. His tongue was long, thick, and strong. I felt it piercing me. For all the drugs I had in my system, my hole still resisted. Possibly because it was close to a year since I had anyone entertain it. God, I hoped it was clean down there. He didn’t complain. I kept hearing him moan within his muffled mouth and my arse. His hands held my arse cheeks tight. It hurt. He didn’t care. He knew what he wanted and wasn’t worried if I was comfortable. ‘Mm. A little dirty… And tight.’ Matt moaned while slightly lifting his face from my arse as he adjusted himself to get a better grip to dive deeper. My back arched in the air with my face buried in the sheets. Matt wrapped his big arms around my legs and pulled my arse cheeks even more expansive, holding them tight with his strong arms; his mouth was like a suction cap to my hole as he forcefully drove deeper inside. I must have passed out at times, losing track of how long we were in this position when I was startled to a semi-conscious level by Matt tossing me onto my back and spreading my legs wide. He held me tight. I could feel his body heat radiating on my skin and the head of his cock pressed against my moist hole. He looked down upon my no doubt bloodshot eyes. I could smell my arse on his breath as he pressed his lips onto mine, pushing my mouth wide open. His tongue dove deep. I could hardly breathe except for the recycled air between his breath and mine. I struggled to pull away, but Matt was too strong and held me tight. I was desperate for air and began to lose consciousness when he pushed his thick cock into my hole, driving it to the base of his cock. I passed out.

Absolutely, I don't care what they look like, I just want to get fucked and bred. Some of the best fucks I've had have been from guys I wouldn't call attractive.

This was pointed out in some other, similar thread ... Don't forget that when hiv appeared, almost everybody simply stopped fucking. I don't mean slacked off - I mean stopped. Period. While guys that had paired off at least had their other halves to have sex with (after testing, of course), single guys either bagged it (not all that many resorted to condoms - the normal, backroom-kind of sex just dried up seemingly overnight) it or didn't have sex at all. Lots of guys didn't dare trust condoms (they can break, obviously). It was the worst for guys that were single, and had no one to get through the hellscape with. "Having sex" went from Nirvana to Hell-vana, and very, very quickly, unless a guy was in a closd, trusting relationship. One guy from our neighborhood simply laid down and died right in our driveway. One of the gay newspapers went out of business (they carried all the announcements of "Celebration of Life" services) because no one wanted to pick it up, go through all the pages of horror anymore. That kind of mortality really kills the fun of wanton breeding. For most of us that experienced it, those scars have crusted over by now, but we'll never forget, either.

mine

My journey to not giving any fucks for how a guy looked who wanted to fuck me started later in life. I was very picky when I was younger, and I regret not getting more dick in my 20s and early 30s. But something snapped in my late 30s and I became an insatiable cock hungry pig, so it didn't matter to me who the guy was, how he looked, or anything else, so long as he had a hard dick and wanted to fuck. And I work on making myself as attractive as possible so I can turn any of these men on. It started for me in the ABS. I'd been many, many times before, but was a little too shy. I generally would just go, beat off while watching some porn, panic every time someone pulled on the door, nervous I'd forgotten to lock it, and then leave. The thrill for me was being in a place with so much sexual energy and access to so much porn at my fingertips. I don't know what came over me, but one night I went into the booth, stripped down to a jock, put some magno clips on both nips, and got on my knees in front of the GH. I was determined to suck anon cock. And then this real pushy, really old, probably married, tall and skinny guy just stuck his huge dick through the hole and demanded I suck it. "Here goes nothing," I thought, and did my best, but this thing was huge. He kept saying he had to get back to work and couldn't come through the hole. That he needed to come into my booth with me. OMG! I'm not into really skinny, really pushy, really old guys (at the time) but eventually I agreed to let him in my booth. He came in and took total control. He had me sit my bare ass down on the dirty and cum-soaked floor while I sucked him off, and honestly I struggled a little because he was rock hard and long. I would guess an easy 11". Oh, he also changed the porn to straight porn for his entertainment. It was clear we weren't there for me. Then he said the only way he could nut was in a tight pussy. So he had me stand up and bend over the bench at the back of the booth. He went in hard, fucked furiously, and came quickly, I guess he really did have to get back to work. He told me to come back the next day at 6pm for a repeat, which I did, and this carried on for about a week until he said he was going home. Guess he was traveling for work. Nevermind, during that encounter a rather fat and large man had slid into his old booth and was watching the action through the glory hole completely naked except for a harness and combat boots, stroking a short but girthy dick. He told me to put my hole up, and then fingered it before telling me to turn around. I guess satisfied that I was both clean and well lubed by another man's cum he asked if I wanted to go to a private booth. At this point I figured I was in for a penny, and in for a pound so I just offered to come over to his booth and didn't care if someone else watched. So there I was in his booth while he sat on the bench watching hot gay porn. I figured the reason I was there was to provide service, so I straddled him on the bench, holding onto his harness for support, and slid down on his fat dick. I rode him until he said he was ready to cum, and was so loud I know everyone in that arcade knew what was going on. After he left, a rather goofy looking guy with thin, scraggly hair and super skinny slid in the booth, offering his flaccid penis. I took it in my mouth and began sucking, not caring that a new man was in the next booth watching through the GH. Eventually he said the only way he could get hard was to tongue my hole. So he sat on the bench and I bent over in front of him. While we both watch the gay porn on the screen, he licked and invaded my flooded hole, but unfortunately was unable to get hard. Oh, well, it happens. Feeling like a filthy whore I figured I should go home and think about what I had done. But for the first time in a long time I didn't feel shame or guilt, just euphoria for being "of use." And that's when I knew that being with men I previously found repugnant just increased the number of dicks I could service. I never looked back.

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I agree

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.

Chapter 8 – And Then There Were More Chapters 1 through 7 describe meeting a new guy at a party recently. We hit it off, so I invited him over for dinner. Dinner turned out to be a feast of T, cum, fists, toys, and more. He went to his house the next morning and invited me there. We’ve done all sorts of wonderful things with each other, and now he’s looking for someone else to join us. We each pulled out our phones to get on the apps and see who was out there that we might know. I was wary of inviting someone Jeff didn’t know to his house, but he told me he trusted my judgement. We agreed that we’d keep it a surprise if we asked someone to come over so the other didn’t know who it was until they got here. I found a few guys I had played with and trusted that I messaged. Jeff did the same. We each had a few nibbles but acknowledged that getting someone to actually come over right now might be tough. I messaged three different guys and got positive responses from two of them. I gave them Jeff’s address, and they knew my car, so they would recognize it in the driveway. Jeff had a few bites, too, that he invited over. While we were looking, we were fondling each other too. I put down my phone and knelt in front of Jeff, sucking his cock into my mouth. It wasn’t getting hard, but I still like sucking on it, savoring the smell of his bush and the feel of his cock in my mouth. After a bit, he decided he wanted me in the sling again. “First, we do a booty bump.” I was putty in his hands, and he knew I would agree to almost anything. We pulled the plugs out of our asses and bumped each other. Then he walked me over to the sling. I laid back in it, feeling the burn as the T melted into my body. Jeff sat on the stool and fingered my hole, giving the T time to work its magic. Jeff stood up and looked through the drawers at his selection of toys. I was playing in my hole, using fingers from both hands to open and explore it. When he saw what I was doing, he smiled and said, “That’s what a good ass pig does. Keep it busy.” I pointed out that his hole was empty, and he said that he would fix that once he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a toy and then walked over to the couch. He picked up the plug he had in him earlier and inserted it into his ass. He looked at me to make sure that I knew he was plugged, and I smiled at him. My fingers were still working my hole. “Think you can take it?” He held up a dildo I recognized as Pegasus. I guess he thought if I liked the dog dildo with the knot, then a horse cock would be OK with me too. “Only one way to find out!” I replied. He nodded his head and began to lube the dildo. Then, he packed some Crisco into my ass to make it more slippery. He placed the lubed dildo at my entrance. “Ready?” I nodded. The booty bump had taken full effect, and I was completely ass focused. I think at that point, he could have inserted almost anything in my ass, and I would have taken it. Jeff had to swivel the dildo around to get the flared head to enter me. This toy has an almost flat tip with a ridge around it. That ridge now slid past my sphincter and entered my ass. Then, it was a mostly smooth ride until about 2/3 of the way down, where there was another set of ridges. My ass was so greedy by this time that those ridges slid in easily. Jeff kept pushing and soon had the entire toy in my ass, with the base resting at my hole. “Fuck, I’ve never seen anyone take it that easily!” Jeff marveled. Well, I was spun out and turned on, so it felt right for me to submit my ass to his hands. He just left the toy in me, occasionally giving it a little shake. Then, he decided to fuck me with it. Jeff slowly pulled the toy back out of my ass. He didn’t take it all the way out the first time but stopped when the flared tip was just inside my hole. He drove it back down again. This time, he pulled it all the way out and then sunk the entire toy into me. Feeling that flared head enter was stimulating, and my cock responded by pumping out some fluid. Jeff fucked me at a leisurely pace, letting my ass and hole get used to the toy. I figured that he was getting me ready for more. “Hold it in you.”, he demanded. I reached down to feel the toy stretching my hole and held it in place, making small in-and-out motions. Jeff stood up, came to the head of the sling, and opened the poppers. He held them under my nose and had me do three hits. Fuck, I could only imagine what he was planning to do to me when those hit. He put the bottle down and returned to the stool. His hairy ass was so fine looking as he walked away that I pumped out some more precum. Then, he took back control of the dildo. Jeff kept steady pressure on the toy as the poppers invaded my brain. I was flexing my ass on the dildo and started to swing the sling to get some fucking action going. Jeff told me to hold still, and he would drive. Twisting and turning, he began to pull to slowly pull back on the toy. My ass was in overdrive, feeling every ridge and vein on the horse cock. Once he had it about halfway out, he slammed it back into me. The next pull-out was fast. He still twisted it as he pulled back but went much faster this time. Again, he drilled it into my depths. He’d vary the pace of the extraction, but the insertion was always fast. My popper-addled brain was loving every stroke of the dildo, and I had my head thrown back in ecstasy. Putting my hands behind my head, I discovered the alluring aroma of my own pits and began to sniff those. Jeff was really working the dildo in my ass when the doorbell rang. “Fucking bad timing! Oh well, hold it in and fuck yourself while I let this guy in.” Jeff stood and went to answer the door. I couldn’t easily fuck myself in the position I was in, so I slid further down in the sling, allowing my legs to be raised higher. I used the straps rather than the stirrups to stabilize my feet. I got into a pretty good rhythm when I heard them approaching. When I turned my head to see who was joining us, I noticed it was one of my guys. “Hey, Dan, how’s it going?” I said. “You guys know each other?” asked Jeff. “Yeah, I invited him over.” “Holy shit, so did I!” Jeff exclaimed. Dan said he was chatting with both of us and was amused when I sent the address, which he recognized as Jeff’s. We had played several times, so he was a good addition to the team. Like us, Dan was hairy. He was wearing a leather harness across his chest, and his pierced nipples protruded around the straps. Other than that, he was naked. Great ass, nice cock, and a good guy. Oh yeah, he also had a PA. This would work. “You need to catch up,” said Jeff, indicating the bubbler and torch. Dan went over and expertly melted the crystals, generating a nice cloud. He sucked it in and repeated this a few more times. Meanwhile, Jeff sat on the stool, and I slid back to a more normal position in the sling. Jeff grabbed the dildo from me and leisurely fucked me with it. Jeff and I put on a show for Dan. He kept drilling my ass with the dildo, and I was squirming around as the horse cock filled my ass. Dan walked over with the bubbler and held the stem to my mouth. I took in a huge cloud, which I blew out over Dan’s cock. Then, he did the same with Jeff. We each got another hit, and Dan took one more and put down the pipe. He walked over and nudged Jeff to let him take his place on the stool. Jeff stood, and Dan took control of the dildo. He started to pull it out and was surprised by how long it was. He looked up at me as it fell out of my ass and smiled in knowing acknowledgment. Dan inserted the toy again, letting my hole feel the flared head enter again. He pushed steadily, getting it to bottom out. With his free hand, he was rubbing Jeff’s ass. Jeff bent forward to give Dan better access, and Dan found the plug in Jeff’s hole. “You guys have been busy!” He really had no idea. We had been playing in each other’s asses for hours now, and I hoped we’d continue for a long time. Then, the doorbell rang again. Jeff went to let the new guy in, and Dan kept using the dildo on my ass. I offered him some poppers, but he declined. I didn’t want any more right now either since I was fully enjoying the experience. Jeff came back with two more guys. One of them was carrying a large bag that held another sling. Nice! We’d be able to fuck or fist two guys at the same time with this. I’ve only had two slings at the same time a few times, but it was hot. Dan and I decided to take a break and join the others as they assembled the sling. Then, we all took a smoke break, letting the two new guys have the lion’s share of the clouds. They were Neal and Pete, a couple that Jeff played with before. They were younger, probably in their 40s. Both handsome and well-built. Neal was hairier than Pete, who only had a dusting between his well-formed pecs and a sweet treasure trail. Neal also had a trimmed beard. As we were putting the sling together, I noticed that Pete had a nice dense line of fur in his ass crack. While I love an ass that is covered in fur, this is also enticing. I looked forward to getting more familiar with both of their asses over the course of the evening. The room was more crowded with the slings next to each other and more guys in it, but we were fine with that. Once we were ready, Neal asked if anyone wanted to do some G. “Of fucking course,” was Jeff’s answer. Turns out that Neal is a doctor. He carefully measured out doses of G into the cups that Jeff brought in. We topped that off with some sports drinks and then raised our glasses in a toast. “To ass!” We all drank down the G and decided to put the two new guys in the slings. They both got situated, and then I sat down at Pete’s ass, and Dan sat down at Neal’s. Neal was hairy all over, and his ass was no exception. The whole thing was covered in light brown fur, with the hair getting denser and darker as it neared his pink hole. His cock was a little above average in length but very thick. It looked like a great ride. Seeing this hairy stud splayed out with his ass open in the sling was enticing. Pete also had a nice cock. His was a long one, and he had low-hanging balls. In fact, I wondered if they’d get in the way when I was working over his hole. As I noticed before, his ass was mostly smooth, but there was a sweet line of fur in his crack and around his hole. That looked very alluring, and I dove in tongue first. Pete was responding well to the rimming. His ass was opening nicely as I licked and probed it with my tongue. His hair held some great scents, and I detected a bit of lube in his hole. At one point, he reached for the poppers and took a few snorts. The fumes made him grind his ass into my face, and I responded by digging my tongue as deep as I could into his tasty ass. “I want your fist in me,” he stated. Oh yeah, we had another guy who was serious about ass work! I first shoved a good bit of Crisco up his ass, taking time to spread it around his insides with my fingers. His hole was already loosened up, and I was able to get four fingers in easily while I was prepping his hole for my hand. Then I added some lube to my hands, slathering it all over. Pete looked down at me and told me to lube my arm up to my elbow. Nice! Once I was all lubed up, I looked over at the other sling. Dan was getting ready to fist Neal, and Neal and Pete were holding hands. It’s sweet when a couple enjoys playing together like this and I hoped that Jeff and I might get to that point. But now, it was all about Pete’s ass. His sweet center looked so sexy, pulsing with desire in its nest of hair. I circled around it with my lubed fingers, delving into it as I passed over. I quickly had all four fingers from both hands inside him, stretching his hole open. Then, I placed my folded hand at his hole and applied forward pressure. Pete’s ass opened to swallow my hand. I slid in beyond my wrist with ease. Once there, Pete and I worked together to get my hand deeper in his cavern. I was pushing forward, and he was working his ass to pull me in. This guy was a master at taking a fist, and I looked forward to seeing what else his ass could do. I felt the curve of his second hole and rested my hand there. Pete again picked up the poppers and took a few huge hits. I waited a moment for the rush to hit and then started to probe further into his ass. He accommodated my hand nicely, and I was soon through his inner sphincter and was nestled in his colon. Pete was moaning as he enjoyed my fingers massaging his innermost areas. I pulled back a bit, and Pete told me to pull slowly all the way out. This is always fun for me as a top since I get to learn more about the guy’s ass as I work through it, and I know how much I enjoy it as a bottom. I took it painstakingly slow. Pete was writhing on the sling as my hand retreated, creeping slowly through his ass, feeling my way along his canal. Once my hand was at the point where it was really stretching his hole, I paused again. He could feel the stretch and I was flexing my hand and doing some small rotations to give him a great feeling. Then, I pulled all the way out. When I went in this time, I went in with a fist. I knew his ass could take it, and he again swallowed it with ease. I ground my fist deep into him, twisting as I went. I paid special attention to his prostate as I worked down, first using my knuckles, then bones from my wrist to rub against that sensitive gland. Pete’s cock responded as expected and pumped out some sweet precum, which lay in a pool on his tight belly. Again, a slow extraction, then a re-entry. I was working over Pete’s ass with both my fists when I felt a hand reaching for my hole. Jeff was behind me, playing with my hole. I slid back on the stool to give him better access and felt a toy at my hole. Jeff was inserting the Chute plug from earlier into my ass. I rose off the stool a bit to let him get it started, then sat back down, forcing the plug into my ass. I realized then that Jeff was also plugging Dan’s hole. Now, the two of us who were fisting the guys had our asses filled with a plug. I hoped Jeff’s hole was also filled with something. We were all pigs in heat with the T and the G we had ingested. Neal wanted to fist me, and Dan asked Jeff or Pete to fist him. We got the guys out of the slings, and Dan and I crawled in. Pete was looking for a plug or toy to use on his ass while we all got ready for another round of fist play. Neal saw the plug in my ass and twisted it around a bit. He then stood and placed his cock in the groove of the toy. One of the great things about this toy is that a top can fuck you with it and his cock at the same time, and Neal was about to do that. He shoved his cock and the dildo into my ass. It was nicely opened, so it was an easy entry for him. He spent some time fucking me like this but told me he really wanted to fist me. I noticed his hands and arms were very hairy, so he spent some extra time lubing them. Pete came over to play with the toy while his partner got ready to fist me. Then, Pete stepped aside, Neal pulled out the plug and sunk his hand into my ass. He went in quickly and somewhat aggressively. He was watching me for any signs of discomfort, but, seeing none, he kept going. He was in almost to his elbow before starting to pull out. He popped his hand out and dove right back in, going as deep as possible. He did this several times, then told me to sniff some poppers. I did as instructed, and Neal began to seriously pound my ass. His hand went in deep each time and then was quickly withdrawn. He switched hands, too, sometimes having both in me at the same time as he pulled one out and started to shove the other in. The T, the G, the poppers, and the overall sex-driven vibe in the room had me riding his hands along with him. My ass had rarely been this used or this happy. Pete had lubed up his hands, and now he and Neal started trading off. First, one of Pete’s, then one of Neal’s, and back to Pete. These two worked together well, and I could tell this was not the first time they had done this. Then, they each slipped a hand inside me at the same time. My ass was prepared for this, but it’s always an intense feeling when I take a double. They played around together in my ass for a bit, then Pete took the seat and took over. Where Neal was fast, Pete was slow. He was a very sensual fister, taking the time to feel his way through my ass and pausing as he explored every part of me. He had beautiful green eyes that I enjoyed watching as he probed my ass. He looked up at me and smiled, then told me to take some poppers, and he would work my ass. Again, I did as I was told, and Pete began to crawl further into my ass. I could feel his fingers extend out, feel around for the best passage, and then pull his hand through it. It was intense and highly arousing for me. Shuddering wildly, I had another assgasm, spewing my cum out of my cock. Pete grinned at me as the sensations of the orgasm and the poppers subsided, and he began his withdrawal. Once he was out, he shoved the Chute plug back in me. Then, he helped me out of the sling, and we walked over to the couch. I took a moment to recover as Pete licked the cum off my body and cock. He played with the plug in my ass as he did this, and I reached back to find his hairy hole filled with a plug as well. I twisted it around and pulled it back and forth, but it was well embedded in his ass. Meanwhile, Neal had taken over the stool and was now fisting Dan. Jeff came over to us and sucked Pete’s cock into his mouth. I moved around so that I could get Jeff’s cock in my mouth. We had to move to the floor, but now Jeff was sucking Pete, Pete was sucking me, and I was sucking Jeff. This was a night to remember!

I'm on the outside looking in, so keep that in mind. But I think Black male culture, BROADLY speaking - not in all cases, certainly - is more misogynistic than white male culture. There are evangelicals on the black side just as there are on the white side, for instance, and black preachers tend to be as conservative, publicly speaking, on sex as white ones. Separately, I've noticed that there's also a sort of resentment of Black women for the fact that they've had to step up, across the board, to head a lot of Black families given that so many Black men aren't part of the family unit - whether because they're incarcerated, lack the resources to support the family, find that public assistance programs discourage nuclear families, or what have you. (I'll note that a lot of these problems are ones caused by White people, who wrote the laws that locked up so many Black men, who write the public assistance rules that favor single mothers over intact families, that make it difficult for Black men to find good jobs in many areas, and so forth.) That's not to say white men are much more likely to support Harris - far from it. But I think Obama's point is that where some might think Black men and women, both, would want to come together to support electing a Black woman as president, it's not as simple for a lot of the men. Again, outside looking in, so I may be completely off-base in this.

Always cheat

Part 6 The pozzing of Tj Tj woke up alone in his bed like every day, although he had already gotten used to the drug use he still felt crappier, that was because in the last session he had received heavier doses than usual after all, also his pussy felt different than he was used to. He noticed that the last session had forced his cunt to its limit and he realized that he was not yet a total slut, otherwise his cunt would not feel the way it felt now. Tj looked at his nipples and saw the gauzes on his nipples and although he had experienced the whole session as a huge horny rush he remembered that Marcus had pierced his nipples at the end. He was curious about the result, somehow it did make him extremely horny. Now his body was no longer at all unspoiled as he had arrived here, but was transforming bit by bit into his new personality. Suddenly his last words that he said to sir popped into his mind. He had asked him to pozzen him. Tj felt himself getting nervous again for the first time in a long time. He was made nervous by the thought that he had asked sir to make him pozz and by that he didn't know what to expect next. How would he become pozz, when would he become pozz, what next, did he really want to become pozz, was he really ready to give his life completely or was this now just a fit of horny desire. He laid back down and let all thoughts wash over him and quickly came to the realization that he really did love sir and that this was not a whim. He also knew that this was his new life, he could not go back to his old good life. For should he do so he would become deeply unhappy. As a result, he also knew that becoming pozz could only free him and completely liberate his inner slut and that this would also allow him to give himself completely to sir. When he thought of Peter he got completely hot inside again and noticed that he had spontaneously started finger-fucking himself. That was proof that he had to give himself completely to sir, that he was completely his and that it would be an honor to offer his negative pussy to him. This was going to change his life tremendously though but he felt that his nervousness was beginning to ebb away and was giving way to desire. Desire for sir, desire for his new life and for what sir would still teach him and make him experience. He straightened up and crawled out of bed because he still felt lousy. He went to the kitchen, took his vitamins and drank something. When he felt a little better he went to the playroom and only then saw what a pig he must have been yesterday. Tj had quite a bit of work to get the room back in order in his lousy condition but when he was finally done he got to look at all that had happened last night as a reward. He plopped down in the couch, turned on the TV and watched the session. Had he been able he would have squirted at least three or four times, but luckily for him he had his penis cage on and couldn't play with his cock. Fortunately for Tj, his cunt was playable, although his cunt still felt rough and sore. Still, he could not restrain himself and played with a dildo in his opened cunt. It felt so blissful to ram that dildo into his hole while watching it being used like that the night before. When he got to the moment he asked sir to pozzen him he got hot inside again and felt a huge amount of pre-cum running out of his cock. This time there was no more nervousness but only desire. As the session neared its end his watch vibrated. He turned off the TV and knew he had to get ready because sir would be there in half an hour. He quickly rinsed his pussy and took his dose of G went back to the playroom took his blindfold, pig plug and got ready. When sir came into the playroom Tj was already flying all over the place and the pig plug that was still snug in his cunt at first spontaneously fell out of his cunt because he had gotten so horny and that his sphincter had completely relaxed and was coming into its new relaxed shape. Tj had not had a tight pussy for a long time but the fist training had ensured that when he got horny now his pussy opened up completely. Peter gave Tj a firm pat on the ass. P: hmmm look at that pussy. Your pussy looks beautiful boy. I'm proud of you. You did that very well yesterday. That opens up a lot of possibilities for later. P: are you still sure about you what you asked me yesterday. Because you get one last chance to go back on your decision. Tj was horny as hell but if there was one thing he was sure of it was this. T: I am absolutely sure sir. I thought about it very carefully today and am 100% sure that I want to give myself to you completely. I want to stay with you, to feel your DNA and your virus flowing through me. I want you to infect me with your toxic load and make me as I am supposed to be your pozz pig. P: I can tell you're totally confident. You make me feel fucking hot about it. It makes me tremendously horny boy that you want to give yourself completely to me. I'll make sure you won't regret it. Tj felt the pipe being placed against his lips and he needed no more instructions and sucked in the fumes. He felt himself getting warmer and warmer and sinking deeper and deeper into his dark thoughts. Sir let Tj enjoy cock, fist and at the end let him swallow his cum. After Peter squirted his cum into Tj's mouth he fell down on the bed and took Tj in his arms. Tj didn't know where he deserved this because this was the first time he had spent a moment in the arms of the man who had taught him to discover his true self and whom he had begun to love so much. For the first time he didn't just feel like a slut or a pig but felt love and warmth. P: boy, in a few days I will give you my gift and once you are transformed we will be connected forever. I am really looking forward to this because then we can stop your training and we can let ourselves go completely. Then I will take you with me so you can enjoy what your new life has to offer you. T: I'm looking forward to it sir. Peter let go of Tj and took him to his room. Tj would not see the sir for the next few days. Because his daily letter stated that he would only return when his cum was back toxic enough to transform Tj. For the first few days Tj was still able to keep himself busy, taking care of his nipples and they were already healing nicely. He also thought they looked beautiful and he couldn't wait to be able to show them to sir. The days went by and Tj was still able to restrain himself fairly well but after the 5th day Tj almost started to run up the walls and his desire had become so great that he couldn't get away with his feelings. But on the 6th day his long wait was rewarded because his watch began to vibrate and light up. Tj spontaneously got hot inside and felt his nerves come to the surface. The time had come, sir would soon come and give him a load of his toxic cum and then the wait would be on to see he had become pregnant with sir's babies. This was a tremendously exciting moment for Tj and with knees buckling he went to the shower, rinsed his ass and cleaned himself for this important moment. He took his dose of G and knew it wouldn't be long before the G would make his nerves disappear and give way to tremendous horniness. Tj went to the playroom, put on his blindfold as usual and stuck his plug in his ass and got ready. Tj felt the G taking away his nerves and getting hot. His thoughts grew darker and hornier and now he thought only of sir and his toxic charge. The charge that would transform his cells, make him pozz and connect him to sir forever. Tj felt sir's hand caress his body. The tiny hairs that had grown back by now spontaneously straightened and he got goosebumps. The gentle caress was only short-lived because without cause he suddenly felt several hard slaps on his ass. Peter took Tj's ass firmly in his hands and then gave a few more slaps which caused the jaws of Tj's ass to start looking nice and red. Tj felt that sir was standing fiercer than usual and that made Tj even hornier than he already was. This was going to be the session of his life, he felt it. P: hmmmm, fuck boy. What a nice horny pig you have become. That ass of yours is just perfect and your new nipples are beautiful. I can't wait to start playing with them soon. Peter was hornier than usual because being off medication had increased his libido and having saved up his cum for this moment he was actually unstoppable. He gave a few more pats against Tj's ass and then stood in front of Tj and took hold of his head and took off his blindfold and looked into Tj's flying saucers P: my viral count is through the roof boy. I'm going to make your cunt radiate with my toxic load. Peter looked at Tj with a devilishly horny and dominant gaze. P: do you want my Toxic load boy. T: hmmm yes sir I have been longing for it all week. I want to feel your DNA flowing through me. P: I have been saving my cum all week so I can properly fill that cunt of yours with my dirty cum. Tj felt that sir was tremendously horny and more dominant than usual, but for some reason it only made him even hornier and brought him even more under sir's spell. Sir's horny words caused the plug to spontaneously fall out of Tj's pussy. Sir saw it and gave him another pat on the ass and then inserted 3 fingers into Tj's gaping cunt. Tj started moaning. T: oh fuck sir, I want you so bad. Use me, infect me and make me completely yours. Tj felt his cunt begin to glow. Peter had just inserted a shard of Tina into his cunt and Tj felt the Tina working its way into his body. P: I will definitely infect you, you dirty pig. Because that is what we are here for and I will make sure you do not dodge your true fate. But first I want to play with that negative body of yours one last time before it transforms into a real pozz pig. T: oh yes sir, use me I am fully yours. P: give me your arm pig I can shoot you into the stars. Tj gave his arm and felt the tourniquet being tightened around his biceps. Sir knew well where to poke the needle and it wasn't long before Tj started coughing and was shot in the stars. Tj felt sir begin to piss on his face and he opened his mouth and took sir's pissing cock in his mouth and let the golden nectar run down his throat. Peter took Tj's head firmly and pushed his cock even deeper into Tj's throat. In the past he would have gagged but now Tj was much more used to it and was able to slide sir's cock deep down his throat. Peter growled loudly P: fuck yeah boy, let it run deep down your throat like a real pig. Fuck yeah. My dirty pig, I'm so proud of what you've become. You have completely blossomed into the pig you had always been. When sir finished pissing he took hold of Tj's head and began to kiss him firmly. Peter tasted the taste of his own piss in Tj's mouth but that only made Peter hornier. Peter broke the kiss and looked at Tj's new nipples and gently licked at the jewels. Tj's nipples were still enormously sensitive, the caress of sir's tongue, his sensitive nipples and through the Tina, Tj began to moan and pant enormously. Tj immediately realized that his new nipples would also give him new sensations later and he liked that new sensation. Peter freed Tj's cock from his cage and also pushed a viagra into Tj's mouth. P: Just swallow this one boy. I want you to have a stiff cock later when I transform you. Tj was put on all fours and sir came and sat on Tj's ass and lubed his pussy well with lube and immediately pushed all five of his fingers inside. Tj's cunt opened like a flower and allowed Sir's hand to enter smoothly. P: hmmmmm, your cunt is ready pig. You have the cunt of a real slut, it is asking to be filled because it gives absolutely no resistance anymore. I feel you have taken your training seriously and that this is what you really want because otherwise you could never get such a cunt in such a short time. Tj: Thank you sir. It's all because of you, you showed me my true nature and I can't deny that I don't like having a stuffed cunt. Tj: hmmmm push your fist all the way in sir. I want to feel you all the way into my bowels. Sir pushed his fist over the thickest point through Tj's sphincter and Tj gave a moan of pleasure as he felt the fist slide over his thickest point into his cunt. Sir began to spin his fist inside Tj's cunt. Tj fell down on the bed due to the tremendous feeling of pleasure and began moaning heavily. Peter took advantage of the moment to begin scratching deep into Tj's hole with his nails so that his virus could soon penetrate Tj's body and begin its transformation there. Tj did not feel this, all he felt was supreme ecstasy and enjoyed every inch that sir's fist went deeper into his pussy. After sir had done enough damage in Tj's hole and pulled his fist out of his cunt he saw that his hand was covered with a nice layer of blood. Peter wiped his hand clean and offered Tj his cock again. Tj was still flying but felt the Tina was already loosening his grip on his mind somewhat sucked sir's cock eagerly into his mouth and tasted sir's pre-cum. That made the slut inside him take over and he wanted to taste even more of that heavenly fluid in his mouth. He began to firmly suck sir's cock and he got an extra portion of pre-cum in his mouth as a reward. Sir took Tj's head firmly and pushed his fat cock deep into Tj's throat. Tj could not breathe for a moment the tears sprang into his eyes and drool began to run from the corners of his mouth.... P: hmmm fuck yeah pig. Also that throat of yours is so heavenly. Peter started fucking Tj's throat firmly and saw that Tj's cock was starting to get stiff. P: Good pig. I see that cock of yours really likes having sir's cock in your throat too. Tj could do no more than moan once in confirmation. Peter withdrew his cock from Tj's throat, spit in his face and licked up his spit, pushed Tj onto his back lay down on him started kissing him fiercely. Tj was already getting more and more back out of the stars and put his legs around Peter's body and pulled him even closer to him. He felt Sir's cock tense against his and Tj took hold of Sir's cock with his hand and pushed it toward his pussy. Peter let Tj do it. P: yeah boy, push the cock that will transform you into a pozz pig into your cunt yourself. Show me you really want this and once it is in your cunt there is no turning back pig, then I will fuck you until you are pozz. The words made Tj even hornier and he placed the tip of Sir's cock against his gaping sphincter. Peter looked deep into Tj's eyes with a devilishly horny and longing look. Tj pushed his ass forward and felt Peter's fat cock slide past his gaping sphincter into his cunt. Peter growled P: fuck yeah boy. Show me you want my toxic cum. Tj tried to control his sphincter and tighten his sphincter around sir's fat cock but his sphincter had been so open that sir felt what Tj was trying to do but didn't really feel Tj tighten his sphincter around his cock. P: hmmmm you horny pig. Your cunt has already become so wide that your my fat cock has already become too small for you. P: that's how I like my pussies boy. Nice and wide and asking for a fat cock. Peter took over from Tj and pushed his cock deep and hard inside. Tj closed his eyes and placed his hands on Peter's chest and began to play with his nipples. Peter quietly began thrusting into Tj's pussy and dropped onto Tj and began kissing him back firmly. The idea that he would soon pump Tj full of his toxic cum and make him pozz made him extremely horny. He already longed for the moment when he would get the fuck flu, then he would ask him if he would stay with him forever because he had begun to love Tj immensely in that short time. The boy exceeded all expectations and he was the pig he had always been looking for. Tj took Peter's head firmly and kissed him fiercely. Then he placed his hands on Peter's back and looked into Peter's eyes longingly. T: hmmmm harder sir. Fuck me harder. Show me you want to take my negative cunt and transform it into a pozz cum hole that refuses no load. P: fuck boy. What a horny dirty slut you have become. The words only made Peter even hornier and confirmed to him once again that Tj was a born pig. Peter began to fuck Tj more forcefully but now Tj took over and he pushed Peter onto his back. T: This is my party P: Fuck yeah boy, suck that toxic load with your cunt out of my dirty cock Tj winked at Peter. A grin appeared on Peter's face and he put his arms under his head and let Tj have his way for a while. Tj sat down on Sir and like a real slut pushed the fat cock into his pussy and started riding it. Tj's hands went wild over his body, he played gently with his new nipples, he closed his eyes and had his mouth hanging wide open and was moaning loudly. From his own stiff cock there was pre-cum running which he took up with his finger and wanted to put it in his own mouth with a slutty look. But was stopped by sir. P: your last neg cum is for me pig. i want to be able to taste your transformation. Tj put his finger in Sir's mouth and felt his tongue lick his finger clean. It only made Tj even hornier and with the jaws of his ass he began to knead Sir's cock in his ass. Sir took hold of Tj's ass and gave a few pats on it. He straightened up , Tj shifted his legs and continued riding sir's fat cock. Sir took Tj's head back and kissed him firmly. Peter felt it would not be long before he would infect Tj's pussy with his toxic cum and he pushed Tj back onto his back. It only made Tj even hornier and with the jaws of his ass he began to knead sir's cock in his ass. Sir took hold of Tj's ass and gave a few pats on it. He straightened up , Tj shifted his legs and continued riding sir's fat cock. Sir took Tj's head back and kissed him firmly. Peter felt it would not be long before he would contaminate Tj's pussy with his toxic cum and he pushed Tj back onto his back. He took hold of Tj's cock and began to gently jerk him as he continued to fuck Tj's pussy. Tj couldn't hold back anymore and cried out. Peter sensed what was about to happen and momentarily withdrew his cock from Tj's pussy and placed his mouth on Tj's stiff cock. Tj was now all smiles as he felt sir's warm moist mouth around his stiff cock. T: I'm going to squirt my load, I'm going to squirt . P: then squirt pig, squirt sir's mouth full of that last neg load. Tj moaned very loudly and he squirted his load into sir's warm moist mouth. Peter neatly swallowed the large load of cum and then kissed Tj. P: hmmm just taste one last time of your neg load pig. Next time you will taste your cum it will be a load of pozz pig because now it is my turn. Tj felt sir's cock slide back into his cunt but this time it felt different. His cunt felt over stimulated by the fact that he had just cum himself and with every thrust he could not control his body because with every thrust he got a dose of tremendous horniness and felt like he was going to cum again. Sir looked deep into the eyes of Tj with a horny, longing and devilish look at every thrust. P: Do you like it boy. Do you like it sir will pump your pussy full of his toxic load. Tj moaned uncontrollably and loudly T: fuck yeah sir. Give me your toxic load. I want it so bad. Load my cunt with your dirty toxic load, make my cunt shine. Free me from my negative life and make me a fricking dirty pozz pig. Peter stepped up the pace one last time and Tj was now completely in a trance and could only moan with every thrust he felt from sir's cock in his cunt. T: Pozz me sir I want it so bad. I want to be yours so bad. P: here it comes boy, here comes the toxic load you have so been craving. Peter growled very loudly and thrust hard and deep into Tj's hole one last time. Tj felt sir's cock spurting jet after jet of toxic cum into his cunt, he closed his eyes and tears sprang to his eyes. T: oh fuck yeah, thank you sir. Thank you P: you're welcome my boy. Peter lay down exhausted at Tj's side his limp cock fell out of Tj's gaping hole and he noticed cum running out of Tj's hole. With his fingers he pushed it back deep into Tj's cunt and with his fingernails he scraped well into Tj's cunt wall a few times in the meantime so that he would certainly not escape his fate. His cum coated fingers he put into Tj's mouth and let them lick him clean. He took a fat plug and pushed it into Tj's gaping and pozz cum-filled cunt P: just taste the cum that will make you a nice pozz pig boy. Tj eagerly licked sir's fingers clean and then lay down in his arms. Peter took Tj tightly and hugged him tightly and then began kissing him again. After the two enjoyed each other some more Peter took Tj back to his room, this time he did not put his cock cage on him or close the door, but this Tj did not know. The next morning when Tj woke up he had a morning erection for the first time in a long time and although he wanted to jerk himself off, still he didn't do it because he didn't want to lose his horniness in case sir did plan to pay him another visit. Tj was right because like every day sir paid a visit to Tj to further fill his cunt with his toxic cum. But Tj felt the sessions were different than before. The sessions before his first pozzing were mainly to train him and let him know his place and his true self. But now when sir came to play and fuck him, Tj felt that sir was showing more and more his true feelings for him and Tj could not deny that he enjoyed this immensely. He enjoyed how sir more and more and more lovingly treated him like a pig. Not like a pig from some stable but his own pig. After the first week, Tj began to lose his patience. Had he succeeded in making him pozz or had sir's dna not been able to damage his immune system. But after every session he had had with Peter, Peter had told him to be patient and that he would soon transform into a pozz dirty pig. But the moment Tj had almost lost hope, he got up that morning and felt himself getting tremendously sick. At first he thought it was because of the chems but it wasn't long before he realized that his transformation had finally begun. Although he really didn't feel well, he was still glad that he was in his transition and that when he felt better, his bond with sir would be complete. Peter followed Tj's doings every day and he had immediately seen that Tj's transformation had begun. He sent a message to Tj that he should just stay in bed and that he would come and take care of him as long as he was sick. Tj stayed in bed and before long sir was in his room to take care of him. Peter took his fever and saw that Tj had a seriously high fever and that confirmed that he was transforming. Peter took good care of Tj and after a few days when he started feeling better again Peter took a blood sample and took it to a center to have it checked. The next day Tj received a notification on his watch that the results had come in. Peter entered Tj's bedroom and handed him the letter with the results. Tj's heart beat in his throat as he opened the letter because what it would say would turn his whole life upside down. Together they looked at the results and there they could read that sir's dna had done its job well and that Tj could now really call himself a dirty pozz pig. Tj and Peter looked at each other and felt how they both got extremely horny from the positive result and they started kissing fiercely. T: do you want to be the first sir to use this pozz dirty pig. P: oh fuck yeah boy. The first, the second and the last. P: we are going to have a good time. I want you to move in with me and stay with me forever. But the decision is yours boy. T: I want nothing more than to stay with you, surrender myself to you completely and learn everything from you that I can. P: I like to hear that pig. I will teach you everything I can. P: I'll take you to our pozz party tomorrow because the others are asking for you. P: follow me boy, you don't have to stay here anymore Peter took Tj's hand and together they went outside. It was the first time in months that Tj went outside and to his great surprise it was night, in his perception it was now noon somewhere but because he had been inside all this time and had no contact or sight of the outside world his sense of time was completely gone. Peter took Tj back inside his house and escorted him to his bedroom where Tj made love to Peter for the first time as a Pozz pig. That night he did not sleep alone either and when he woke up he was in the arms of the man who had made him Pozz. Tj felt satisfied and complete. But this was only the beginning because now his life would really just take off. He still had so much to learn and so many things he was going to experience. Peter also woke up and kissed Tj. P: hmmm how I have longed for this boy. To wake up here with you as pozz pig in my arms. I would like to take you straight to one of our pozz parties. But first let's enjoy each other some more before I have to share you. T: hmm fuck yes sir. P: hmmmmm fuck boy I get such beastly sensations looking at you. I would like to have you riding my cock all the time. T: mmm, what are you waiting for then. This pozz cunt is there to serve you cock. Tj pulled his legs open and offered his pussy to Peter, who didn't have to be told twice. After the morning fuck, they got up and had breakfast together for the first time. P: Boy, I want you to address me as sir or master only when we are in a playroom or group session. otherwise I want you to address me by my name, or a pet name. Because although I want you as a slut and pig in my life I also want you as a partner if that is what you want. Tj felt his heart beat faster at the last words. He had not experienced this much his life. These were not feelings of a whim but were deep loving feelings. He stepped towards Peter, took hold of him and kissed him tenderly. T: what will it be then, daddy , darling , baby, pig daddy Peter laughed P: we'll see. P: would you like to stay here dear. T: very much, but do think I will have to go and put things in order first. P: I will help you with that. Also if you need help telling about your new self to your friends and family. Tj took a while to let that last one come in because he also realized that he would have to start telling his family about this. But that's for the next part

Getting Away, Part 5 As Matt walks back to the cabin, he feels more activity around him. He realizes that the camp is filling up with more people for the weekend. Matt is conflicted about the sex he’s been having. It felt good to get fucked by Snake and by “July bottom.” However, there are now two groups of guys, about 20 in total, that know Matt took it bareback twice today. Matt came here to get away from a group of guys that would judge him for being slutty and he had vowed to use condoms multiple times and then hadn’t. Matt can’t tell if he’s angry at himself for not using condoms with these guys or angry at himself that he let himself be fucked with an audience both times. Paul catches up with Matt and says, “Matt you look like one of those kids in movies kicking rocks because he’s upset. You just got fucked twice and it’s not even dinner time. When we met, this would’ve made you happy. Did something go wrong with the last guy?” Matt doesn’t really know how to respond and says, “Nothing happened....that was.......wrong. I mean maybe. I mean, I don’t know. I let that dude bareback me and asked him to cum in me. I feel like I am getting really reckless.” Paul puts his arm around Matt’s shoulders as they walk and says, “Matt, I understand what you’re saying. It feels scary at times. So many guys have died. It’s 2000 and it still doesn’t feel like we have a handle on HIV yet. Trust me when I say this though. I see your face when you take bare cock. You love it. You want guys to cum inside you. You love that too.” The boys arrive at the cabin and Matt goes to shower, cleans himself inside and out. When he comes out of the bathroom, Paul says, “Matt if you really feel like you are being reckless, there are ways to take calculated risks. You know how to do it. It’s not fool proof, but you can still get fucked bareback all you want. We just need to set things up at home like before….proof of HIV results, only guys we know, etc. Or you can ride my dick as often as you want. I’d happily breed your ass daily.” Matt takes off his towel, lies next to Paul on the bed and cuddles up for a bit. Paul runs his left hand over Matt’s sexy body. Paul softly says, “Fuck! You are so hot.” Matt turns and kisses Paul. Matt says, “Thanks for the confidence boost. And thanks for being my friend. You’re a great guy.” Matt smiles and says, “A great guy especially given that you are the biggest ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ top anyone knows.” Matt chuckles and pokes Paul in the abs. Paul chuckles too. Matt and Paul get dressed for the pool again. Matt holds up the football lace up box style and the white speedo and asks Paul his opinion. Paul asks, “Matt you’re gorgeous. Guys want to fuck you no matter what you wear. However, those football lace ups make me want to destroy your ass.” They both laugh. Matt puts the football lace up trunks back on and a half shirt. Paul says, “You look like a total slut. I love it.” The boys fill their cooler and go back to the pool – vodka sodas. The pool has more people this afternoon. Matt and Paul set up near the same bears they met earlier. The bears welcome the guys back. There are lots of guys mingling and it seems like most guys know each other. Matt and Paul are introduced to friends of the bears. Guys compliment Matt on his outfit and how it shows off his body. It’s not long before Matt can see guys pairing off to go into the woods, the field or their campsites. He sees the neighbor from the cabin next door feeling another guy’s ass as he walks back toward the cabins. Matt can see a couple guys in the field clearly getting together even though they are mostly indistinguishable at this distance. Matt really likes how the guys here carry so little judgment about sex. He never thought a campground would be such a hot place to be open sexually. Matt is horny again. He gets in the pool. He continues socializing. Someone starts tossing a beach ball around and guys are trying to keep it in the air. Matt meets a lot of new guys this way. He feels many hands on his ass, abs, shoulders, back. He is getting very turned on. Then he sees the group of guys he met yesterday and, again, this morning on his run. Matt goes over to them. They make small talk. Matt does a shot with them. Paul brings Matt another drink. Matt is feeling his alcohol now and getting flirty. The guy who loosened Matt’s swimsuit laces in the pool yesterday leans in and asks Matt, “Did you wear these same trunks for me?” Matt smiles and says, “You already know what to do to get them off me.” The guy turns the flirtatious twink around, slides his hands down Matt’s body to the top of his swimsuit and tries to push it down. He says, “Looks like the suit is tied pretty tightly.” Matt feels the man’s cock getting hard on his ass. Matt reaches down undoes the laces a bit and leans back and says, “Try now.” The man pushes Matt’s trunks down in the back and feels his ass. Another guy, watching his friend and the twink flirting hard, slides up to them in front of Matt. He is big. Like football/rugby player big. The guy behind Matt feeling his ass says, “This is my friend. He has a nice cock.” Matt says, “Really?” and reaches down to feel the front of the rugby players’ swimsuit. He says, “Nice cock.” Rugby says, “Thanks. You’re sexy.” He feels Matt’s body and kisses him. The three guys swap kisses for a few minutes. Rugby and his friend exchange a look. Rugby asks, “Would you want to come back to our tent for dinner?” Matt looks at their group of 5-6 other friends and asks, “How many for dinner?” Rugby laughs deeply. Then he says, “How much can you eat?” It’s Matt’s turn to laugh. Matt looks at the group and can barely differentiate the guys – they are all the same version (tight gym bodies with a hint of edge to them) just in different packages (tall, short, with beard, cleanshaven, red hair, etc.) says, “How about a double date?” Rugby raises and eyebrow and says, “One more guy?” Matt says, “Sure. It’s dinner time. I’m hungry.” Rugby disentangles himself from the threesome, smiles and says, “Got a preference?” Matt, looking back at the crew of clones, says, “You pick.” As Rugby turns away, Matt grabs his forearm and says, “But pick a guy with a decent dick. If someone goes after you, I want to feel it.” Rugby turns back to Matt and says, “You mean I am getting your ass?” Matt smiles and shrugs. Rugby kisses Matt hard and says, “Got a condom big enough for me?” Matt says, “Nope. Do you?” Rugby smiles at Matt and shrugs. All three guys laugh. The banter between Rugby and Matt has them all turned on. Matt turns around and starts making out with the guy who lowered his swimsuit. His bare ass is now facing the rest of the pool, below the water. A staff member comes over to the side of the pool and asks Matt to pull up his swimsuit. Matt apologizes and pulls up and ties his swimsuit again.

Chubby grandpa with toxic pierced horsecock sounds like an absolute dream especially if he’s uncut id be bent over spreading my cheeks in a heartbeat

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

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

Getting Away, Part 1 Matt and Paul seemed to have packed everything from their apartments and half of Target into Paul’s SUV. Matt always laughed at Paul’s SUV. It was a Jeep and reminded Matt of the Brian character from Queer as Folk who also owned a Jeep. Matt rolled his eyes sometimes at what a stereotypical top Paul could be. During the three hour drive, the boys listened to music, talked, laughed, ate lunch, etc. At McDonald’s Matt ordered a salad. At McDonald’s….a salad. Paul laughed and said what a stereotypical bottom Matt could be. The boys both laughed. They arrived at the campsite. There was a check in area and the boys were informed of the weekend’s events. It was Mardi Gras weekend! Matt and Paul asked what that meant. They were given a calendar of events and a bit of guidance on where different events were held in the park. Then a dirty hot, skinny, mid 20s guy showed up and offered to take them over to their cabin. The guy flirted pretty hard with Matt and Paul on the way to the cabin. He introduced himself as Adrian, but said some of the guys call him Snake. Paul laughed and started taking in their supplies. Matt stayed to talk with Snake for a minute. Snake said Matt had a nice ass in his shorts. Matt smiled and said thanks. Snake got closer and said, “I love meeting you new guys when you come here. All shy but by the end of the weekend, you’re all fucked out.” He took Matt’s hand and rubbed it along the bulge in his shorts. Matt looked up at Snake and said, “Nice cock.” Paul came out of the cabin and laughed. He said, “Matt already. Seriously? If you think I’m going to unload this car and set up the cabin while you suck this dude off, you’re crazy.” Matt, Snake, and Paul laughed. Matt shrugged his shoulders and started unloading the car. Snake sauntered off to his golf cart. After the boys set up the cabin – one bedroom, but that’s not a big deal given how often they’ve fucked. They had brought two sets of sheets because they assumed there would be two beds. Paul said, “Good now we can change the sheets after you leak cum on the first set.” Matt slapped Paul’s upper arm playfully. Matt still hadn’t told Paul about his new “good boy” lifestyle. The guys decided to look around the campsite. They walked through the RV area and the pool area, then kept going to more RV areas. The place was much bigger than either boy expected. The boys were popular. Guys waved and said hi, welcomed them for the weekend, asked if they were going to the pool, or the midnight swim later, etc. By now, it is midafternoon, blazing hot, and Paul wants to go to the pool. Matt says he is going to explore the camping areas and meet Paul in a bit. No sooner is Matt under the trees and walking along the camping areas than he sees Snake. Snake is helping a couple guys with their tent. Matt walks over to say hi. The guys are in their 30s and very attractive. Matt holds a tent pole in place for them as they get it set up. The thing is huge. Matt says, “Wow, this thing is huge. It’s like magic.” Everyone laughs. Snake asks if this is Matt’s first time camping. He admits that it is. The guys introduce themselves – Eric and Dave. They are a couple and have been coming up here for years. Matt asks what’s fun and they guys say – “we are.” Everyone laughs. Matt realizes his “good boy” lifestyle might be tested some this weekend. Matt says goodbye to the guys. He gets into a more wooded area when Snake catches up to him. Snake asks Matt if he wants to finish what they started earlier. Snake is rubbing his dick through his shorts. It has gotten hard and Matt bites his lower lip. Matt is about ready to protest when Snake unzips his shorts. Matt sees the very impressive cock before him, takes a quick look around and reaches for it. Matt wraps his hand around Snake’s cock and Snake steps closer to him. Matt thinks they are about to kiss, but Snake guides Matt to his knees. He says, “You know what to do.” Matt takes the cock into his mouth. It's the first cock in his mouth since he decided to be a “good boy.” Matt tells himself, “good boys give good head.” Matt sucks the large cock head, then pushes his mouth down to take in about half this impressive cock. Matt is getting his mouth used to the cock when he feels Snake’s hands on his head and hears him say, “Fuck man. Suck that cock.” Matt starts going to town on Snake’s cock. Soon Snake is guiding Matt’s mouth and the cock is in his throat. Matt is loving this cock. Snake then says, “Oh fuck.” Matt feels Snake cum in his mouth and the cum hits the back of his throat. He shoots 6-7 times in Matt’s mouth. Matt swallows all of Snake’s cum. Snake pulls his cock out of Matt’s mouth and says, “Fuck you give great head for a preppy boy.” Matt gets off his knees. Matt is hard as a rock in his shorts. Snake reaches to stroke Matt’s cock in his shorts and says, “If you can meet up later tonight, I’ll take care of this for you.” Matt smiles and says, “When?” Snake looks at the preppy, attractive twink who now looks a bit disheveled and flustered and realizes he needs to play this kid softly. He strokes Matt’s cock through his shorts and says, “I have a long day today. I can get away during the Moonlight swim though once we start the camp fire.” Matt smiles. Snake leans in and Matt thinks they are going to kiss, but Snake pulls Matt close, turns him around, rubs his cock on Matt’s ass and licks his neck. Matt is a ball of sexual energy as Snake says, “I hope you give me this ass later.”

It's been awhile writing the next few chapters. I know Matt's path, but the story wasn't making sense without this interlude chapter. Not a lot of new sex here, but Matt is at a crossroads thanks to Travis's behavior. Frustration “FFUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!” Matt screams as he runs past the 10 mile marker. The frustration is boiling over. It’s mid-summer and the sweat is pouring down his body from a hard run. His last few dates have been insane. The college guys went home in May and June leaving Matt to his old haunts – online and the bars. It’s like bllllaaaaahhhh! That guy John has fucked him a few times this summer. Jeffrey can’t get enough of blowing his loads in another bottom. But Matt feels like neither of them treat him like a person. Even though John is a total top and Jeffrey is a total bottom (except with Matt), they both treat Matt the same way – a receptacle for their loads. Matt doesn’t mind that role. In fact he enjoys it. But he doesn’t enjoy how they treat him after they cum. That attitude reminds Matt of so many other men he's met. All during the run, Matt’s been pushing through these feelings. But the memory of yesterday’s coffee date is pushing back. Matt ran into the police officers who searched his place. He agreed to meet the senior police officer for a coffee. Yesterday Matt was bent over his bed giving his ass to the senior officer while their coffee cooled on his desk. Once again, Matt didn’t ask for a condom. He let this man blow his load in his ass again. FUCK! Well, Matt reminds himself he begged this man to cum up his ass. Begged him for his cum! FUCK! Also Travis has been a fucking asshole. He’s been spreading rumors that Matt has crabs. Matt found out one night at the bar when a guy he was talking to told him that was why he wouldn’t go home with him. Matt was stunned. One minute he was making out with the guy; then Matt went to the bathroom and returned and Travis was talking to the same guy. Matt interrupted but the guy was clearly no longer interested. Travis walked away. Matt tried to take the guy home and he was immovable. Matt was stunned and asked why. The guy told him that Travis said he had crabs. Matt denied it but not only was this guy no longer interested, but it seemed like the entire bar was staring at Matt. Matt was so embarrassed. Matt left the bar. Matt was so mad. He called Paul the next day. Paul told Matt that Travis was telling everyone that Matt was a diseased slut. Paul said they’d had a few arguments about it and Paul was firmly on Matt’s side. However, that didn’t make Matt feel better since Paul fucked every bottom that moved and fucked them bareback. As Matt turned back for home he passes the tree where he let that older guy breed his ass while he watched the college guy suck down the jock's load. Matt was turned on my it, but his thoughts returned to his reputation. It was one thing to fuck a guy bareback but it was another thing when everyone else knew that you fucked him bareback. Matt’s reputation as a bareback bottom was getting solidified among the guys he knew. Matt realized that his reputation as a cumdump was going to make it almost impossible for any guy to want to date him. It had been like 6-7 months since Travis had broken up with him outside the HIV testing clinic. Matt has been fucked by dozens of guys since, but not been on a single viable date (yesterday's coffee date was not a date). By the time Matt finished his run, he was devastated. He wanted to be so mad at Travis, the cop, Jeffrey for being so careless, John for treating him like a piece of meat, but instead Matt realized that he had been a participant in each of these situations and made the decision to have unprotected sex. He called Paul to bitch about life, but as he started speaking his voice cracked and he started to cry. Matt heard a dial tone and realized Paul had hung up. Matt just kept crying. Why was this all so hard? Why did having men cum in his ass turn him on so much? Why did guys judge him for doing something they all did or wanted to do themselves? The buzzer went off like a bomb in Matt’s apartment. FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Matt thought about not answering, but it went off again. It was so loud. Matt answered. It was Paul. Matt buzzed him in. Paul came in and pulled Matt's sweaty and exhausted body into a hug. Matt started crying again. Paul held him as he cried. As he cried himself out, Paul got Matt to tell him his biggest fear – that no one would want to date him if he had a reputation as a cumdump. Paul looked at the sexy twink crying in his arms and almost laughed. Matt was so charming, smart, witty, sexy, athletic, had a good job, and friends who cared for him that Paul didn’t know how Matt's fear could ever be true. Then Paul thought about it more – how judgmental gay guys are, how scared people are of AIDS, how guys try not to identify as bottoms because even gay men think bottoms aren’t as studly as tops. Paul sighed. He understood Matt’s concerns. He rubbed Matt’s back as he thought of what to do or say to his friend. Paul eventually turned to Matt and said, “You are a young, sexy little fucker. Guys are going to want to fuck your ass whenever you want. Don’t worry about that part of it okay. The dating thing….dude I got no answers for that. I’m single too, remember? I think there are some things to think about. Do you enjoy sex with different men or do you want sex with just one man? Do you want to go back to having sex with condoms or do you think you’ve been careful enough having bareback sex? Do you want to change your behavior in any ways to get past the judgment and hypocrisy among the gay men we know?” Paul then waited for Matt to respond. When Matt didn’t say anything, Paul said, “Listen I’m sure these questions are only part of it. But basically, I don’t know Matt…..are you generally happy being who you are and doing what you’ve been doing the last year or so? If the answer to that is yes, then fuck the rest.” Matt laughed softly. A couple weeks later, Paul called Matt and said he had an idea. There is a gay campground about 3 hours away and one of the older guys from the bar can’t use his cabin reservation, does Matt want to split the cost with Paul and go? Matt said, “Camping? Me? Are you nuts? I don’t know how to light a fire and I don’t want to shit in the woods.” Paul laughed. He said, there are guys who do camp at the campground and there are guys who have RVs and things, but there are a few actual cabins with bathrooms and kitchens, etc. They would have one of those cabins. Paul also said, “Matt its 3 hours away. Be slutty. Don’t be slutty. Most of these guys are from other cities, other states, and they don’t know us. Let’s just go have fun.” Matt agreed. What Paul didn’t know is that Matt had gone to the HIV testing clinic since their heartfelt conversation. Matt received his negative result again. He vowed to use condoms from now on. He was going to be a “good boy.” Matt even took two handfuls of free clinic condoms with him when he left the clinic. Matt had called Jeffrey and told them that they had to take a break from sex. Matt didn’t know exactly how he would deal with the college boys when they got back from summer break, but he was definitely going to be a “good boy.” This camping trip was going to be a good time to test Matt's new "good boy" lifestyle!

I have an annual goal. I want to get 1000 loads of cum this year. There are three ways I can receive a load. Facials, breedings and, by far the most common for me, swallowing a load. I have been very active this year and on pace to more than meet this goal. I am currently at 901 loads.

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.

Part 4 I put on the singlet I was handed. I was lucky if this thing went 3 inches down my thigh and it's tight enough you can see the contours of my cage in it.... the cage in it, it's not mine I'm going to do what it takes to get it back to the one that owns it. I look at the rest of myself now and again it's really tight so it shows off my body you can see the muscles I already have. Nothing too special but with the neck line going down pass my pecs and arm holes are big enough that if I had decent lats they would would shoot out perfectly. But for now it's just slightly toned and pretty boxy looking. I start putting my shoes and socks on when Sir Nate walks up and stops me. "I think you look better bare for don't you agree?" I nod "I'm sorry I didn't quite hear that" I look up at him. He is wearing a dark green singlet with a similar cut to mine the big difference is his size. You can see cleavage his pecs are so big and the neck line is so low you can see part of his bio hazard tattoo. His bulge definitely goes lower than the legs and his lats are so massive if he didn't have such big arm holes he'd probably tear the shirt. "Sorry Sir. Yes Sir" "Yes what?" "Yes my feet look better bare Sir" "So bare is better?" "Yes Sir. Bare is better Sir" he got a wicked grin at that response. "Are you sure we won't get in trouble Sir" "No no no. I know the owner I helped him out in the past and he let's me wear what I want at the gym. As long as it's early enough in the morning." We walk out of the change room I assumed no one would be there because of the time of day, but boy was I wrong. I walk out and there is about 20 bodybuilders working out doing various work outs around the gym. "This is body builder hour it started half an hour ago. I like to show up late so all the guys check me out." We walked over to some machines not in use and everyone stops and checks us out. Sir Nate gets some head nods of approval while I get glares at best. I don't think they are hostile towards me I'm just intruding on their time. We work out pretty hard for an hour and a half. Which is longer than I'm used to so my singlet is drenched and I'm sore all over. Sir Nate leads me to the change room and as I'm about to take the singlet off he recommends I wear it to fag school. I wanted to protest but the smell he gives off is to much for me and just throw my jeans and t-shirt on over top. "You did a really good job today boy. I think even after your done fag school you'll be joining me for work outs." He said to me as I left the change room. His compliment made my face grow flush. Why did this guys opinion matter to me so much. I get to Jackson's house and he let's me in right away. "Before we begin fag school. I figured you would be hungry let's cook breakfast." I follow him into the kitchen and he gives me a more hands on lesson on how he does breakfast. I remember some of what he told me from the first time and I even pick up on some basic food stuff. We eat rather quickly (he was right i was starving) and we go to his bed room for our 'lesson'. "So I want to explain the set up for what's going on here. I'm pretty sure you've had at least one rule so far that refered to a master. If you want the rest of the rules until that cage is off I will be acting as your master." I nodded not wanting to speak with out permission. " you follow the rules and when you learn them all I take the cage off. Does that make sense?" "Yes" I said quickly. "Good so what was rule 2 again" fuck I was actually going to have to learn these wasn't I. "I don't remember." He looked at me disappointed. "I will give you a pass this one time but moving forward rule 2 is in effect at all times do I make myself clear?" "Yes" "Good. Rule 2: if you ever dare ask for something you must offer something grater in return." OH great if I want a rule I have to offer something greater in return. "Do you have anything to offer?" "My cock Sir?" "I'm glad you offered me you cock. The conditions for it this time is I get to tie you down" oh great I guess he thinks I'm gonna run for it. He was right of course but still. I think for a moment. "Fine" I said it's been too long since I've cum. I'm a twice a day kind of a guy at lease. Now having 0 a day is brutal. I lay on his bed and he ties my wrists to his head board and my feet to the bottom of his bed. I'm spread eagle in the singlet. He pulls my dick through the leg hoel so he can get access to it. He doesnt unlock my... his cage right away because he doesnt care about it yet, he had one goal. He goes to work right away kissing smelling licking just enjoying my state after the workout. "I love a good himbo. When you get the size you'll be a perfect little tool. It feels really good and it relaxes me to the point I almost fall asleep but that's when he unlocks me and I get hard instantly. It strains so much it almost hurts that how desperate I am to cum. And then he starts sucking. My God it felt like he went for 5 hours on me but after seeing the clock it was only 3 min. When I erupted it was like a volcano. His mouth clamped down on me but I could feel that I shot the biggest load of my life. The climax makes me a but dizzy and I start to drift off. I feel him putting the cage back on and I'm out like a light. I wake up half an hour later. When I wake up I was untied and it a thong similar time what body builders wear during competitions. It does wonders for my ass, even I would want to fuck the furry thing. But it does nothing for Mt cock. I pull down the underwear and see he had changed caged again. I realize I woke up not from being rested but from discomfort. He has locked me in a nub an inch at most maybe even half an inch. Fuck. I go down stairs and he's gone already there a note on the table. *I hope you didn't sleep too long you have to go home to your wife to make sure she doesn't get suspicious it is Sunday after all. Here are some ground rules as well if you fail any of them I won't tell you any new rules for a full week. 1 you will only wear jockstrap and thongs until the cage is off and I will require photo proof of this. 2 you will only wear what ever Sir Nate tells you to at the gym and when at the gym you must treat him as your master in my place. 3 you will keep coming to my place and the gym every day until the cage is off. I'm sure Nate has already informed you of some of them but I wanted you to know nothing he says is optional. I also give you a key to my house so that you can lock up or come in when I need you to and I'm not there. Talk soon, Master Jackson* He was right Sundays are usually my day with my wife, we watch TV shows together. She might get concerned if I'm not home soon but she also can't see me in a bright yellow thong. I take it off and throw on some boxer briefs and head home. We were a few hours into our shows when I got a text message. *10 min face and thong together* It was from Jackson. He wasn't serious was he? I left the thong at his place so the earliest I could do a photo would have been 30 min so I chose to ignore it. 11 min later I got another message *have it your way*

In about 20 days I'll be hitting my 1 year anniversary of locking up. So I'm getting really horny and writing these seem to help curve my desires when I can't get bred ______________________________________ Part 3 I'm standing in the stall and I hear the team all pile in. I can't leave because in maked but if intake too long they are going to start asking questions "You doing ok in there man" one of them asks. "Yeah something I ate" I replied. I decide to just wait until they leave. When I hear silence I rush out and throw my gear on and head out to the field. I take a beating on the field. I'm really off my game because of this cage, but I make it through. No one questions anything just chalking it up to the food poisoning i eluded to, but I have to figure this out or people will realise something is up. The next I start going to the gym in the morning so I have an excuse to not change in front of Linda while she's. I get there and the man that Jackson was talking to at the gay bar, with the fancy hat, also seems to go here. We are in the change room and I catch a glimpse of him checking me out. Great this is what I need. Another gay man in my life. He is older maybe mid 50s very well built, similar to Jackson. He is pretty hairy and all he seems to wear while working out is a singlet. He walks over to me and I can smell him right away, sweat, a bit of leather and something that smells vaguely familiar and conforting that i can't quite figure out. "Your that good friend Jackson was telling me about." It was a statement not a question. The smell is strange and I can't think straight. "Yes Sir." I said Sir just to be polite, I think at least. "He's a good man, and surrounds himself with good people it seems" he steps closer almost touching me "I'm Nathan but most people call me Sir Nate or just Sir" "I'm Jason, Sir" just being around him makes me want to do what he says. He starts taking off his singlet so it's just around his waist and legs now, seeing his fully exposed torso I can see all his chest hair and he has a pretty cool tattoo on his left pec. He sees me staring at it. "He told me he's teaching you some rules, when your done with those you'll known what this means" I look away. "I've seen enough medical shows to know the biohazard symbol" looking back at him is see thensinglet is off completely now. Looking him up and down I notice for the first time what he's packing and I hope he's hard right now because if he gets any bigger he's going to hurt someone. "But do you know what it means?" I say nothing, partly because i dont know what he means partly because i just want to see his cock. "Didn't think so. It's always gutsy choosing a straight guy to be your 'rock' after a break up, but I think you'll be good for him." He definitely meant something else but with how my head is I really can't concentrate. He strips naked and his monster just flops forward and sags down. He is not hard. I look up and see him watching me. I change into my work out clothes and run to work out. The work out clears my head, and I go home. Linda is already at work and I'm surprised to find Sean watching TV in the living room. "Hey man, how's it going?" I answered casually. "Better than you I suspect" I freeze. I haven't seen him since that first day so I forgot he was looking at me weird. "What do you mean?" "I just came out to my mom but I have hooking up with men for a while. I've seen a lock fag before" "I'm not a fag, he put it on me in my sleep and I can't get it off" he stands up from the couch, and he walks over to me. This is the first time I really got a scope for his size, I'm intimidated for some reason, hes never made me feel like this before. This cage is really fucking with me. I'm not a small man and yet all these men seem to put me in my place. "The only reason I'll let this fly is after talking to my dad yesterday for the first I think I understand how hard it is to be gay and be married to a woman." "I'm not gay, I promise you, if i could i would take it off." "I don't care just tell her soon, the longer you wait the more it hurts. My Dad is a lawyer if your a good boy I'll get him to help you with the divorce" "You really think your Dad would do... wait no I'm not gay I love your Mom" Why would his dad help me out he doesntn know me. He doesn't say anything. He puts his shoes on and leaves. I guess he was only here to call me out, great another person hounding me. I go another 2 days with out any major incidents I still see Sir Nate at the gym every day as he leaves. As the weekend approaches I get a text from an unknown number. *Hello Jason. This is Sir Nate. I got your number from Jackson.* Why did he want to text me. Another text comes in. *I know your wondering why I'm messaging you. I think I can help you with your cage issue.* Oh great Jackson told him. Another text. *start coming to the gym an hour and a half earlier I'll give you physical training and with a few other steps I think you'll have it off in no time* Finally a break. The next day. I'm at the gym at fuck in the morning. I go into the change room and he's waiting for me. "Good morning Sir." I say with a spring in my step. "Good morning" he throws a piece of fabric at me. "Rule 4 a fag doesn't get to choose what he wears, If anything" "What? I thought you were helping me get the cage off not encouraging him" I look at what he threw me. It's a singlet. The legs don't go down very far but the neck and arm holes do great. I look at him with confusion. "I am helping you. He says that he will take it off when you know alll his rules and he's asked me to start telling you some of the rules." He walks over to me and the smell is back, just with out the sweat. "So you will wear singlets at the gym from here on out no exceptions to satisfy rule 4 and if you're with me every morning I can help you with rule 5." "And what is rules 5." "Rule 6 a fag will not talk until indicated that he can talk. Which I encourage you Stat acting on or I won't help you get the rules faster." "Sorry Sir." "No worriws you're learning. Back to Rule 5. A fag will do what it takes to keep their body the way their master likes it." I look at him, my confusion compunding. "I will help you get your body to be that of a himbo, pushing you to your full potential every morning moving forward. And after your work outs you'll go to fag school at Jackson's for an hour." Fag school? If this is what it takes to get the cage off I guess I'm going to fag school, fuck me I'm screwed

It was my first time with a man after a long hiatus during my marriage and was with a married guy hosting during the day while his wife was at work. He, fully clothed, made me strip just inside the door when I arrived and follow him naked to his bedroom. He stood by the side of the bed, pushed me to my knees in front of him, pushed his shorts down and shoved his half hard cock in my mouth. Took him about 30 seconds to get fully hard and just as I caught sight of a picture of him and his wife on the nightstand behind him, he said, "That's it you faggot cocksucker. Get that big cock nice and hard so I can breed your faggot cunt." To this day, I love "straight" tops talking nasty to me and calling me a faggot while they use my holes

Roger that BBDreamer :)

Born in November '62, I was a teenager in NYC back then. At 16 my older brother would take me with him and his girlfriend to Studio 54 then they'd go off to Plato's Retreat (a straight sex club) and I'd go hit a bathhouse or bookstore or backroom of a leather bar. Our NY drinking age was 18 at that time and no gay leather bar, bathhouse or porn theater ever kept me from coming in... Sex was everywhere in the late 70s and early 80s, when I started Fordham University at 17 there were T-rooms with gloryholes at both our Lincoln Center and Bronx campuses (several at each, and generally busy). There were so many sexual venues for a horny teen like me - Port Authority Bus Terminal and George Washington Bridge Bus Terminal mens rooms might well have been sex clubs, especially upstairs at the GWB. Macy's, Bloomingdales, Saks, all the department stores had active glory holes, along with the Lincoln Center Library, and any Subway Station with a mens room. The YMCA on 63rd was friggin' amazing, and there were outdoor venues - the Rambles in Central Park were active day and night, and such a convenient walk from my Lincoln Center campus - I used to climb one of the boulders to do my homework, and if I spied some hot action, I would slide down and join in... The abandoned piers in Greenwich Village, "The Trucks" parked in the Meat Packing district, the High Line before it became a tourist attraction, all of these had active sex traffic. Of course there were the bathhouses - the Ansonia being a favorite, and the Porn theaters in Times Square - the Adonis, the David and the like all had balconies that were nothing but gangs of guys sucking and fucking and rimming and there were tons of ABS all over Manhattan some special favorites were on Christopher Street in the Village that had basements and sub-basements, red-lit with alcoves, stalls and the occasional fuck bench. My favorites though were the Leather Bars with their backrooms. First let me begin by telling you the first gay mags I got to see at 15 were not "Playguy" or some other vanilla rag, they were "Honcho" and "Drummer" (I later got to pose in leather for "Wilde" put out by the same publisher). Imagine being a 17 year old white blond jock kid who loved the leather scene and could actually convince guys I was more top than bottom despite the dancer/gymnast butt... the Anvil, the Spike, the Eagle there was serious ffun to be had at each... was taught to top as a fistfucker at 19 at the Anvil. And if the guys didn't believe I was a top, hell, I liked getting fucked too, but never was submissive - if they could deal with that, I'd give it up to a hot leather dude. As to the Tom of Finland leather types... well, yes and no. Yes, they were around at the leather venues I frequented. But no, they were not hypermuscular like Tom's drawings. The body type of the time was "The Clone" an in-shape, trim, baseball or soccer type body, with nice arms, thick legs, flat stomach, hairy body, and what we now call a "porn-stache" with short hair. On guys of all colors and nationalities and sizes. I sported the look as much as I could being on the younger end of the trend, and did not sport the mustache (was a drama student, needed to be able to change my face readily). These guys were very hot - for a perfect example, look up the Porn Star "Al Parker" whose old films are still smoking hot. But pumped bodybuilder types like Tom drew, they were not. It wasn't until the mid-nineties when we began to pump ourselves to those larger proportions. But the hot sex was there in the leather bars particularly - backrooms with slings, bathtubs for water sports, st. andrews crosses, fuck benches, gyno tables, any type of furniture to enhance uninhibited bacchanalian gay male sexuality. It was amazing. But obviously, it couldn't last. Through my sophomore through senior years at college, the gay plague as they called it was raising it's ugly head. Rumors were wild, ideas about it were bizarre and the outside world turned away in fear and loathing and believed we "deserved it". The bacchanalia continued on, but diminished every year. By 1985 I was using condoms constantly, but it didn't matter in my case. Sometime before the ERISA test became available in 1985 I had contracted HIV. It was a sore blow to a 22 year old, but something in me believed that sex would never kill me.... and here I am THIRTY-NINE YEARS LATER - still here, still enjoying wonderful piggy leather sex but also aware of how damn lucky I am, and how many of my friends and lovers weren't, and also well aware of how beholden I am to the pharmaceutical companies who will keep me their slave for the rest of my life rather than find a cure. Bitter, yeah, but still grateful they developed what they have, and despite almost 40 years I haven't developed any serious side-effects or infections. And once I started on HAART therapy in 1998 I felt free enough to go back to bareback with other poz guys only, and keep the condoms for any neg guys I played with. With the new drugs and PreP and a wealth of knowledge, I will even BB with someone who is negative once they know that I am undetectable, and they make the decision yay or nay. That at least is a blessing. But it can never bring back those carefree days you ask about @IrishBoi, and long long answer shortened, for some of us, and in places like NYC, yes, for the most part the movies have it correct. Hardly a day went by during that time that I didn't suck or get sucked, fuck or get fucked by some rando or other(s). It was an incredible blast, but we also payed a staggering price!

I was 12, with my dad. When it was over, he told me I wasn't a virgin, I wasn't a little boy anymore. I sure didn't feel like one. I felt different, and the feeling was so strong I was worried that other people could tell just by looking at me. It was difficult to start, but I still ached to feel like that again.

There's a lot less of that for many reasons, the most obvious of which is most gay porn aficionados want to see big dicks, even on bottoms. That's actually the case in the offline/off-video world as well; you might (or might not) be surprised at how many men will turn down a bottom whose dick isn't big enough, even if it's not going anywhere in the top.

I love bottoms that love only using our spit and my pre-cum as lube

Yesterday the sauna was incredible. It was really busy for a lot of the time I was there and the guys were on form. The darkroom was the place to be. There was one particular point in the afternoon though that was the best. The darkroom was pretty full, with a lot of the main action towards the back. I moved into the middle of the action and quickly had a guy feel my hole, before just sliding his raw cock right inside me. I'm pretty sure that was one of the 8 loads I took yesterday. Within a matter of seconds after he pulled out, I felt someone swing me around slightly, at which point he started fucking me. I was bent over at this point, which of course meant others took turns to use my hole. It was obvious a few of us were being fucked and passed around. I've been pretty slutty at times, but never to that extent, where I was one of a number of bottoms having their hole used by guys going from one to the other. It was fucking amazing.

Part 3 I was scared. I'd wanted one thing out of tonight, just one fantasy and everything was turning out wrong. Sure up until now it was super hot, but fuck, Nick had just told me he'd given me drugs, he was keeping me for who knows how long, and he wasn't going to respect my safeword. I was fucked, even more so than his huge cock had already done. I lay there shaking with fear, as much as I could with Nick's ropes wrapped all around me. I could feel my body changing and I knew it had to be the drugs, though I couldn't say it was one or the other. I felt like I was heating up from the inside, and I could absolutely still feel the warmth in my gut from all of Nick's piss. It felt like it was surging through my body in waves. I started crying underneath the pillowcase on my head. After awhile, and I have no idea how long, I heard Nick come back into the room. I was definitely feeling the drug - I didn't feel comfortable in my own skin...I was too warm and sensitive. It was kind of pleasant - kind of itchy, and I just wanted to rub against the ottoman. But then Nick touched me and I'd never felt anything better in my life. His hand on my skin was absolutely heaven. I was whining and moaning as his hand slid across my body. "I'd say he's pretty well and fucked up by now, Nick." A new voice was chuckling....a very very deep voice, and then a second pair of hands starting touching me. "Yeah, D, gotta make him feel good so he wants it." I felt their hands undo the ropes around me, and stay rubbing over my skin as they did so. It was so amazing...I was twisting my body to try go chase their hands. I just wanted to be touched and rub. "Nick, man, I think your little pussy is in heat, here. This is crazy". "Doesn't surprise me. This is the first time he's gotten high, at all. He doesn't know what to do with himself. Take off the blind and let's move this along." D pulled the pillowcase off my head and kneeling in front of me was this giant of a black man. He could make Nick looks small, even with all his muscles. But this man...."Wow! You said he was pretty, but this boy is one gorgeous little girl." I grinned, I know it. I was always a sucker for a compliment and as D held my face up to him, I looked up with all the adoration my glassy eyed gazed could do. He chuckled, "His eyes are so blown, right now...just the best damned sight in the world on a pretty thing like this." They helped me up, and while I couldn't exactly stand on my own after the prolonged bondage and the drugs, but Nick and D helped me to the shower. They stripped down and all got into the shower with me and the blast of warm water of my skin was a feeling I'd never forget. While their hands washed me, someone removed the plug from my hole and I emptied there in the shower, and they used a hose to rinse my insides out. After the shower, they dried me off and led me to another room. It was darker than the rest of the house, especially after the lights of the bathroom, but they led me to a sling in the middle of the room and got me situated. My legs were put up in the stirrups, and I could feel them being secured in. "D, leave one arm free for now....we're going to need that", and while my body was being rubbed all over, I felt one wrist be cuffed to the chains holding the sling. Nick brushed my hair away from my face and looked in my eyes. I tried to focus as much as I could. "Now, faggot, we're going to play gently with you a bit....until you surrender. And by that, you're gonna have to say the words, "I surrender to you, Master". Do you understand me?" I tried to let it sink in what he was saying, I was nodding. I felt a pair of hands turn my head to the other side, and I was looking at D again. "Listen to Nick, boy. We're gonna to make you feel so fucking good you're gonna beg us to do anything you want. That what he wants. He wants permission from you to do absolutely anything to you he wants. And you're gonna give it him. And to me. And if you don't....." D had me entirely captivated....his hand was so large it felt like it covered my entire face...."and if you don't.....then Nick's gonna give you to me, and I fucking don't care if I have permission." That last part sounded like growl, and I heard myself moan as his words penetrated my hazy mind. I heard him chuckle, "Nick, I think this pussy boy is darker than you let on.....maybe you should just give him to me and skip all this surrender bullshit." "No, D, you know I what I like....he's going to beg for it first." "Alright, but fuck man, I'm ready to go." Nick laughed, "I know, but we got all weekend." I felt them moving around me and I keened and whined anytime they dragged their rough hands across me. I could feel someone at my head and someone move between my legs. A blindfold went over my eyes, and I felt a rag cover my mouth. When I inhaled, I knew it was soaked in some poppers. "That's right, faggot. Deep breaths....in and out." I felt lube on my hole and a thick finger slid inside me...in and out.....then a second. The rag was removed and someone put a heavy ballsack in my face. I immediately started licking and sucking on it. Hands traced over my body, making me feel in heaven. The musky scent of a man was in my nose and mouth, and my hole was being rubbed from the inside. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Too many sensations, and yet not enough. The hands on my body went from rubs, to slaps, to pinches. All of it driving me crazy and not knowing which was coming next. I felt little pinpricks rolls across my chest and abs. My ass was on fire, not from anything big....no more than two fingers ever was inside me, but feeling them drag across the inside of my ass....slowly in and our....sometimes around from the bottom to the top...sometimes, on either side of one another pulling my hole open. I could feel the cool air of the room hit my insides and it was driving me crazy. I tried to fuck myself on those fingers. Anything to get more. "That's right faggot, I see you wanting more inside you. D was right you're just a pussy in heat. And this pussy belongs to me, now". That meant it was Nick between my legs, and as he said this, D pulled back and covered my face with the popper rag again. A few hits later, and I was floating even higher, but this time it was removed and D slid his fat cock into my mouth. "MMMMM...that's it pretty girl....just my head though. You only get more when you surrender to Nick. But just keep licking up all my precum and suck on me like a lollipop." I was floating with all these slight sensations all over my body, and moaning like the complete whore I was being reduced to. "D, I want you to clamp his nips and bring me the cold chain." D was pinching on my nips and I felt him pinch hard and then a clamp went on them. I moaned and tried to get away, but the pain faded quickly. He added the second one, and then as it was fading into pleasure on my body, he did something to the first one and it tightened, with each movement a sharper pain sliced up my body and I whined. He repeated this with the other and stepped away. In a moment, I felt Nick's fingers leave my hole, and I lay there untouched feeling a very soft breeze across my sensitive skin. I felt them come back to me and knew both of them was between my legs, as one played with my hole and another rubbed up and down my legs. "Look at this little faggot cock, Nick. Fucker ain't even hard." He was laughing at me. "Nah, D, pussy faggots don't get hard. They know their cocks aint worth nothin and it's this sweet little cunt that drives them crazy." Since it was D, I assumed playing with my cock now, I felt him start to wrap something around the base of my balls and around my soft shaft. "Mmmm. Getting this tied up out of our way. He won't bet getting hard for a long time anyways." I jolted in the sling as I felt something ice cold against my hole. They both laughed, "got that his attention, didn't it!" I had no idea what it was, but it was cold and hard. Nick, I'm assuming, rubbed it all around my hole and then gently pushed it in. The cold was a sensation that was maddening against my burning up insides, but Nick slipped it past my ring. And there was more. As one bit went inside, I could feel another at my hole. My mind thought anal beads, but then I clicked that someone said chain. It all made sense...Nick was shoving a length of chain up my ass! "hahaha. I think he's figured it out, Nick!" "I figured it would click in a moment.....you're doing so good pretty boy. How does it feel? How does this cold heavy chain feel in your cunt?" My head feel back and D moved back around towards it. "Remember, pretty boy. Just beg and surrender, and all this teasing will stop. Then we'll fill you up with more cock and cum than you've ever imagined." Nick was slowly dragging the heavy chain out of my ass now. The weight was something very real and the bumps and ridges as it pulled out was driving me crazy. D started pulling on my clamped nipples, making me remember they were even there. Then they both were talking over each other, "Surrender to us, boy" and "Give it up, let us own you and have you", and "You belong as a faggot, owned by two real black men", and "We can tease you like this and never give you what you want, or you can surrender and give us everything." I couldn't take it any more. I was over stimulated, but not getting enough to satisfy what I felt like I was needing. "Oh yeah....cry those pretty tears for me, faggot. You know they make me so hard....D loves them even more." "You want to cry for us more, pretty boy?" D's voice was soft in my ear. "You want to feel so consumed and wrecked that I'm the only one who can put you together again?" I whined to him. "Just say it....give Nick permission....beg him for it." I cried out, "Please, Nick...please!" My voice was broken, "I s-s-s-surrender!" D growled and bit my neck where he was still leaning down to me "MMMM. you just fucked yourself, faggot. And I'm going to love every fucking minute of it" Nick pulled the chain from my hole and they both stepped away. I was crying laying there. And then I felt them both step back over to my side. "Nick, hold his arm tight and secure." I didn't know what was happening. D, I'm assuming, wrapped something around my upper arm, and I felt him wipe in my elbow. My mind caught up, oh fuck, they were going to inject me with something! I struggled a bit. "Don't fight this faggot, or you'll end up dead!" I froze and when I did I felt a prick in the soft of my elbow. A second later it was gone, and my arm was raised above my head. I felt a heat and metal taste in my throat and coughed, and then.....FUCK FUCK FUCK! I couldn't breath....I couldn't catch my breath.... Searing pain went through my chest as someone ripped away the clamps on my nipples and I screamed. "HAHAHAHAHA that got him breathing, all right. Fuck that was hot to watch!" If I thought I was overstimulated before, I was like a live electrical wire right now, but it felt like my hole was literally trying to eat something, it was spasming so much. "Take off the blindfold, Nick...I want to see this faggot's eyes." I tried to blink my eyes, and when I opened them, I couldn't focus. I saw both of them looming over me, someone held my head up by my hair. "fuck yeah, that's pretty. Nothing sweeter than giving a boy his first slam and watching all the color disappear from his eyes, getting swallowed up by those dinner plates of pupils. He's barely even with us anymore. Just fucking perfect." My head fell back. D moved back between my legs and played with my hole some "Oh yeah, this cunt is opened up and hungry, Nick." "Well man, you know I love watching you do this part....what do you want?" "Bring me those two over there....go back to his head and dose the rag again....we're gonna need those." Nick stepped away and in a moment he was back. I looked up at him, trying to focus on him. He slapped me hard across the face, "don't even fucking look in my eyes, again, faggot. Time to learn your place!" My face stung, and felt the sling start to move. D was stepping forward and his body was pushing the sling up. He and Nick started swinging me...back towards Nick and then letting me go and feeling D stop me as he stood between my legs. "Give him the rag, Nick". The rag covered my face and Nick just draped it over me. Like before, I couldn't breath without a hit of it, and they started to hit quickly. I felt the head of D's cock against my hold. He was nudging against it, using my weight and gravity of the sling to force my hole open around it. Between the drugs and the poppers it didn't take much, and when he slipped in, I moan....he moaned, and I think even Nick moaned. They kept the swinging up - D's head popping in with each swing back and out with each swing up. He wasn't even touching me or pushing in. He and Nick just kept swinging me on and off his cock, and with each drop back he went deeper and deeper. And then it hurt. I winced and cried out. "Well, D, I think you found the second ring"....Nick sounded amused as D's cock battered that part of me once....twice....three times with the swing. "He ain't opening up for me, man....I think I need to remind this faggot where he is." On the next down swing, D grabbed my thighs and when he hit that tender spot inside and I cried, he yanked on my legs ramming his way past it and bring me flush against his body. I screamed again, "Peach! Peach! Peach!". I could feel the tears running down the side of my face. And they both laughed. D did it again....and again, and I was yelling and crying and D held me for a moment, while Nick leaned over again, pinching off my nose and covering my mouth, "Faggot, I told you that you don't get safewords anymore. So that little 'peach...peach...peach' don't mean fucking nothing to us. And those pretty cries and tears just make us want to hurt you even more." I couldn't breath...between the pain in my gut and the burn in my lungs, I struggled in the sling. And they just laughed around me. Nick removed his hand before I blacked out and moved the popper rag over my face again. They went back to the swinging - this time I was all the way up and when I swing back towards D, I took every inch of his cock, only stopping when I settled against him. This went on a few minutes and then Nick held me at the top of the swing again. He put the popper mask over my face again, which meant it wasn't coming off for a little bit. Then I felt D back at my hole again, but it didn't feel like the head of his cock. For a minute, it was there...then it felt like just his cock and I felt him slip inside....but Nick didn't let me go....instead of D's cock filling me up again, I felt something else pushing the rim of my ass. "Open up faggot....let it in!.....come on!". I could feel my hole start to stretch around it....a dildo I was guessing, and I whimpered. I felt Nick step back and pull my head up by my hair and he slapped me hard again "LET HIM IN!". With the pain of the slap, I felt my hole clamp up, but immediately it relaxed and a pain ripped through my body as D got the head of that dildo inside me with his cock. "Oh yeah...that's what I'm talking about it....Let him slip down, Nick". And then Nick let me go. My weight was wanting to swing back towards D, but I had his giant cock and a dildo in my hole and gravity hadn't won yet. D started making shallow little thrust, pushing himself and the dildo deeper, with the weight of the sling helping force my body to accommodate them both. I was crying, and panting. I'm sure my eyes were wild. Nick grabbed my throat and squeezed...."Oh yeah, pretty thing....you're getting stretched out and taking them both as deep as D wants you, too, and you can't stop him. You can't stop anything we do to you." He let up and I sucked in air....of course through the popper mask making me even higher. I could feel D and the dildo going deeper and deeper. They were getting into the rhythm of the sling again, slowly splitting me open. I felt them hit my second hole again and I winced. I had gotten used to D's cock that deep, but now it was going to stretch wider. "Lights out, Nick....." I didn't know what that meant, until Nick squeezed my neck again....he held me there as D tapped against that second hole....and then I blacked out. When I came to, Nick wasn't at my head, and I felt like I had a baseball back up my ass to my throat. I could see them both between my legs. "Welcome back, faggot...that was awfully nice of you to not fight me that time." I was confused, but then I realized Nick had choked me out and D had used that to force the double fucking past my 2nd hole. I could feel myself still spasming around them, even that deep. "Fuck that pink hole looks so pretty stretched around all that black cock. D, it's almost pure white where it pulls up around the dildo." "You should feel this pussy gripping me, Nick....like a fuckin' vise. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you gave me a virgin." They laughed.... "I wonder....", Nick said....and I started to feel his thick fingers tracing around my hole.....I was almost limp in the sling, and then Nick pushed a finger inside my hole, too....right where D's cock rested against the dildo....and slipped in it to his knuckles and tugged....tugged outward. I yelped. "Shut the fuck up, faggot!.....actually, now to think about it...." I felt his finger slip out and he stepped away. A moment later, he came back up to my head and pulled the popper mask away. "I need to redose that anyway" and he tossed it down towards D. I heard D fumble with the bottle and heard him open it up. Nick grabbed my hair and shoved a small penis gag in my mouth. "That oughta keep things down some...hand me the mask again, D"....Nick slipped the mask over my face after he secured the gag. There was nothing more I could do....I was silenced and as a breathed through my nose, the poppers worked their way into my system and I floated away again. The swinging pattern started up again and I felt myself slide off and then back on, slowly the double fucking I was getting. I don't know when, but at some point, my body just accepted it all, and I was sliding easily on and off D's cock and the dildo. "Fuck yeah, Nick....this faggot is riding both of these now.....he's gonna be such a good fuckin whore for us." "Let's fill him up, D, and then we'll take a rest while he gets really opened up." I felt the dildo slip out of my hole and then D started fucking me. No more swinging up and down on his cock. He held my thighs and fucked me with brutal strokes. The chains rattled with each thrust, and I was biting down on the gag and moaning. After a few he roared, "FUCK YEAH, FAGGOT! TAKE MY LOAD!"....I could feel him spasming inside me as he buried himself deep and rode out his orgasm. No sooner than he pulled out did I feel Nick take his place and pound my hole again to give me another of his loads. When he pulled out, he said "I think we need roll that over here and see how he handles it, before making a few phone calls."....I couldn't see what was going on, but I could hear them moving stuff over...something heavy. "Redose the poppers in the mask, D"....and I saw D walk over and take the mask off me, and do as Nick asked. When the mask went back on, the fresh poppers hit me. "Hold him up, D....let me get this positioned right". I swung back up and I felt like I was going to swung back and forth again. "Ok....ease him forward"....and D let me slip down some. I felt a dildo slip inside my ass, and heard a machine turn on. They were going to use a fuck machine on me! I couldn't focus to much as the poppers were strong and hitting me good. "Bring him on down"....and I went down and a 2nd dildo joined the first..... D stepped away and went back towards Nick. "Fuck this is pretty, Nick....you gonna switch it up to go deeper?" "Yeah, man....all of it will be going here in a few.....start a video so we can put up an ad." Nick must have adjusted something because the machine started pushing deeper on each stroke.....and then I felt another dildo at my entrance. As the realization struck me, I grunted and squirmed. "Settle the fuck down, faggot....you ain't gotta do nothing but shut the fuck up and take it." The third dildo head was pushing the sling away, since my hole wasn't opening up to take it, and I felt a bit of relief. I could deal with feeling it punch at my hole, knowing it couldn't actually get in....but that wasn't what Nick wanted. He moved around to the head and held me still, this time when the 3rd dildo hit my hole, Nick prevented me from swinging away, and it popped in. And then immediately out. The pain shot through me and Nick reached down and pinched my nipples to add to it. Then the dildo came back up and popped in again...then out....then in....I wasn't positioned enough for the 3rd dildo to push deep. It just kept toying with my hold...popping in and out as the other two dildos pumped deeper inside me. "Yeah....he's taking that third one in his hole nice and smooth now, man." "Excellent....one more adjustment and then we'll go make some calls and place an ad" Nick stepped back down and I heard him do something....this time when the fuck machine pushed in, it went deeper with all 3 dildos. I could feel each of them stretching a different part of my hole apart. I was struggling and making noises. I don't know how my body was handling this. And then the machine picked up speed and was going faster here....and deeper there....and the 3rd one was popping out entirely here and there before being forced back inside. "Everything I wanted to see....god damned nothing is hotter than this, man....let me set it on random and then we'll leave this cunt to adjust to his new life." A second or two later, the machine picked up speed again, and then it was going deep sometimes, shallow others....sometimes the 3rd dildo head would pop out and sometimes not. 1 of the dildos was always past my 2nd hole and another was just sometimes past it, depending on if it was a deep stroke or not. My body couldn't do anything except give up and just accept it. I drifted off, I think...between the drugs and the poppers and my body just giving up with the fuck machine abusing my hole with 3 dildos....I just let go. I came to hearing voices again....the machine was still fucking my hole and it had become my entire world....having it feel so wonderful reaching all those sensitive spots deep inside me. "Jesus, Nick....you weren't lying! Fucking hell that's filthy.....and I love it!". It was a voice I didn't recognize. I heard shuffling in the room, but I had no idea who was there, or even how many. Nick came back over to my head and pulled the mask off my face and took the gag out of my mouth. He held my head so I couldn't lift it up beyond where he had me; I couldn't see who else was in the room. "Say it faggot....say the words so all these men can hear you say it!".....I mumbled "I surrender."...it was a whisper and Nick didn't seem to like it. He slapped me again, "I said say it, you worthless cunt!"....I yelled, or at least I think I did, "I surrender!". "Sounds fucking good to me!" another voice. And with that, Nick put a blindfold on me, and put the popper mask on my face again, with fresh poppers, and I heard someone say "let's turn this up a little more." ........