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Quick pump and dump during lunch hour left my hole with 2 extra loads from a hot builder on his break. came by and I was already in my jock and my hole had a load that my partner deposited before leaving the house. he had a nice 8", cut and very thick cock and since we never discussed statuses or condoms I knew it was going to be raw. I dropped to my knees to free his cock and took him in my mouth all the way, smelling his man scent and sweat which drove me wild. he kept moaning and telling me what a good cocksucker I am and if I do a good job he's gonna spread the news to all his coworkers (yay for me!) soon after he pushed me off his cock, I assumed the position and presented my hole and he dove right in with his tongue, as he was tasting my man cum in me he asked how many loads I have in me and I told him just 1 for now, sir. That got him wild and he repositioned himself on top me and just rammed his cock all the way in. i love the feeling of being used and he definitely knew how to use a slut. he went on like that for about 15 minutes till he announced he was going to breed my cunt and soon after I felt that wonderful warmth being spread in my hole. it was a HUGE load and it felt like he was just shooting for a min, he saw my surprise look and just told me that he has hyperspermia and that he can shoot several times in a row. He pulled out and I had trouble to keep in all in me so I asked him to plug my hole as I clean his cock, tasting his sweet cum and my ass juices (YUM!) That got him hard again and soon after I was on my back as he pulled out the plug and shoving back his rock hard cock! This time it was even rougher fuck and it was a race for him to cum since he had to get back to work till he again announced that he was cumming. The second time was even more intense and it felt like he was never going to stop shooting cum in me. Honestly it felt like I was bred by at least 10 men (and I know that feeling lol) when he finally stopped shooting his enormous load he just laid on top me kissing as his cock deflated and plopped out of my hole. he immediately shoved back the plug and told me to keep his babies as I went on back to clean his cock from all the cum. i was feeling exhausted and so full of cum and I just love it!!! as he left he told me he's definitely gonna be stopping by more and that he's definitely gonna share me with the rest!

Biting the Bullet (hopefully not the cock) I stood there shaking a little as Des started stripping, with his jacket and t-shirt off first I noticed just how gaunt he really was. I knew at about 6ft he could still handle my 5ft 7 inches. I also noticed dried crusty white patches on his body, I didn't want to know what they were. He took off his boots and his jeans and immediately realised he wasn't wearing underwear, then everything came at once, the smell really was worse than with clothes, the worse smell of dried puke, smegma and BO you could imagine, I also noticed his cock was drooped down about 7 or 8 inches, the one guy I had sucked was only about 7 hard. The other thing I noticed was the 'things' on his cock, they looked a mixture of white puss filled boils the side of garden peas and some scabbed over craters, I'd been curious and seen photos online of diseased cocks before and I'd quickly click off as they made me feel ill. Now I had the real thing 2 feet in front of me. "You gonna strip?" As I said, when in my youth I didn't consider myself attractive and used to get nervous changing for PE, now as a 40 year old balding chubby guy I'd never felt more scared or embarrassed in my life. Again, trying to act cool I followed suit, first my jacket and t-shirt, then my boots, jeans and boxers. Not being massively well endowed would have been even worse a humiliation for me but fortunately for some sick reason I was rock hard. Not that Des was even bothered by this, he put a hand on my shoulder (which nearly made me jump out my skin) and pushed downward, getting the picture I knelt on the filthy sheet and gingerly brought my hand up to lift his cock, futily trying to avoid touchng a scab or boil, I felt him suddenly start to harden in my hand when I heard the voice from above. "Well suck it then" He sounded impatient and I was now worried about pissing him off. Getting closer the smell got worse, I could see he was uncut and the hardness revealed smegma at the base of the large mushroom head. I tried to block off my sense of taste and popped the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue round it, god it was fucking huge. I felt his cock jerk and realised he was getting even harder. He put his hand at the back of my head and pushed me further and not very gentle, my lips moved down past the head, I felt something brush my top lip and realised it was a boil, at the same time I accidentally breathed in and I retched as the smell hit me. The next thing to hit me was his hand across my head "Remember what I said if you puke bitch" I felt my own cock twitch as he called be a bitch and I forced myself to swallow and go further down his cock. Despite my lack of experience and his size I tried my best not to use teeth, I knew it might piss him off but I also didn't want one of those pustules bursting in my mouth. I think I got 3rd of the way when he hit the back of my throat so I pulled back to the head and slowly went forward again, using my tongue again and trying not to gag on the size or notice the taste. After 3 or 4 of these I tried to pick up the pace a bit but I'm guessing was too slow for Des who held the sides of my head and started fucking my mouth, he got rougher and was hitting the back of my throat too often for me to handle, I then made the mistake again of breathing in and felt the bile rise before I could stop it. Fortunately I'd not eaten since the day before but the alcohol made an appearance and I puked up some coke coloured bile, some on the end of his cock, rest on the sheet beneath me. I then felt a hard smack across my head. "Told you not to fucking puke bitch, where's my fucking 20!" I fumbled over to my jeans and pulled out £20 and gave him it. "I'm sorry! I just don't have much practice!" I didn't want to piss him off by mentioning the smell. "You ain't sucked much cock or just big ones?" To emphasise he grabbed his cock and swung it a little, I could see the full size now and it had to be 10 or 11 inches! "I've only sucked one cock" I admitted to him, things were getting very real now, my throat hurt and I was scared of either him hurting me or being thrown out. He grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at him. "What, ever??" I just nodded in embarrassment. "What about fucked?" This time I shook my head. He stood there for a moment and then knelt down still holding my hair. "What?! You telling me your a fucking virgin paying a diseased homeless guy to fuck you??" I wanted to cry, my cock rapidly shrinking in humiliation, I was shaking badly. "I just really want it..." I said, more pathetically than anything in my life. He let out this nasty laugh, told me to open my mouth, thinking he was going to stand and have me suck him again I was shocked when he hawked a load of phlegm in my mouth then covered my mouth with his hand. "Swallow it!" After 3 attempts to get my throat working again I did. "You're a more fucked up faggot than I was, lucky for you I still want to fuck something, get your head in the tent, on your hands and knees!" All the searching, false starts, Covid delays, cowardice and here I was about to get what I'd been looking for for 20+ years.

7. “Good boy. It felt good to give into being a slut didn’t it,” Sir said after I told him about the second guy fucking me in the bathroom. “Yes Sir! It felt amazing. I feel like such a slut! But I’m still desperate for your cock… have I proven myself yet?” “You’re almost there, boy, but not quite. You’re on the right track. Just keep giving in. Keep doing what feels good.” “But Sir… Dan said that after he got fucked by another man you told him to come right over. I thought that would be the same…” “Your ex was already a horny bottom when he came to me. I had to break him of his connection to you so he could become his true self. You’ve imagined yourself a top for far too long. I have to break you of that. You have to truly give in to being a bottom. Getting fucked in the club bathroom is a good start but you’re not ready for my cock again. Keep going boy. I’m proud of you.” “Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir. I can’t wait till I’ve earned your cock again.” “Good boy. Go be the slut I know you are.” I stood in the bathroom for a moment not sure what to do with myself. I’d been convinced that the key to getting Sir to fuck me again was taking some other guy’s load. It had worked for my ex. He’d given into his desperation for cum and Sir had immediately wanted him, but for me that wasn’t enough. I looked at Sir’s message and read it again, ‘Your ex was already a horny bottom when he came to me… You’ve imagined yourself a top for far too long. I have to break you of that. You have to truly give in to being a bottom.’ What did that mean? I’d just gotten fucked by two different guys, I had their loads inside me. What else did I have to do to show him I had truly given in? I left the bathroom feeling frustrated. I wanted Sir to fuck me! Despite having two big loads deep inside me I was still horny and I was convinced only Sir’s cock would satiate me. When I found our group again Jack grinned at me. He walked over and caught me around me waist. Grinning he kissed me and said, “I can’t believe you let Mike fuck you too! That’s so fucking hot. I bet you feel fucking full now. Mike and I both cum a lot.” “No kidding, my holes so fucking wet.” “Fuck!” Jack said and kissed me again, “how did this happen? How did you suddenly become suck a slut? Was it just the breakup?” I looked at Jack’s handsome face and thought: fuck it, if Sir’s not gonna fuck me tonight… “Why don’t you take me home and I’ll tell you the story while I milk another load out of you.” “Oh shit yeah. I’ve got at least one more load in me if you’re willing to work for it.” I grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him deeply, “I’m going to ride you till your balls are empty.” “Lets get a car.” We careened into Jack’s apartment, barely making it in the door before we were ripping each other’s clothes off. We left a trail of discarded shirts and pants as we tumbled towards Jack’s bedroom. When he slammed the door shut we were both left in only our straining briefs. Jack knocked me back onto the bed, and pulled off my briefs. He lifted my legs onto his shoulder and then got down between them and licked at my cum filled hole. I let out a long deep moan at the first flick of his tongue. “Alright, spill. You’re dating Dan and you’re a condoms only mostly top. The two of you break up and now you’re a cumdump bottom. What happened?” “Well,” I said, between gasps as Jack continued to eat me out, “It started with these texts.” I told Jack the whole story. I told him about my ex texting me that first night, and how horny it had made me. I told him about texting with Sir. Then about going to Sir’s house. I told him how good it had felt giving in and taking Sir’s cock. I told him how hot it was seeing Dan transformed into Sir’s toy. I even told him that I wanted Sir to do that to me, that I now fantasized about belonging to Sir. Lastly, I told him about Sir telling me he wouldn’t fuck me till I was truly lost in the cum lust. That Dan had said once he’d been so horny as to let another man fuck him that Sir had immediately bred him again, but that for some reason for me that wasn’t enough. Even with the waves of pleasure coursing through me as Jack lapped the cum from my hole, I felt frustrated. Why didn’t Sir want me? Why wasn’t getting fucked by both Jack and his friend enough? “Because you didn’t have to work for those loads,” Jack said coming up for air and crawling between my legs. He hovered over me, his face slick with spit and cum. “What?” I hadn’t realized I’d voiced my frustrations about Sir not fucking me out loud to him. “Mike and I… you didn’t have to work to get our loads you just said yes when the opportunity presented itself. Giving your hole up to anyone who wants it is a good instinct for a cumdump.” He lined his throbbing cock up with my hole again. “But I think what this guy…” “Sir.” I corrected him. “Sir,” Jack said smiling and pressed his cock into me, “means when he says ‘give in to being a bottom’ is you need to not just be saying yes when cock is presented to you but hunting for it.” He stabbed his cock forward in one swift motion making us both groan. Jack hammered and pumped working himself up to another load. He finally came while I was riding him, tweaking his nipples, and kissing him deeply. We collapsed together onto the bed in a sweaty heap and feel asleep with Jack’s body pressed tight into my back. It took me a moment to understand what was happening the next morning. When I opened my eyes I had to blink a few times before I remembered I’d gone home with Jack and it was his arm draped across me. It was another second before I realized it was Jack’s movements that had woken me up. His arm was draped over my side, his chin nestled next to my shoulder, and his morning wood sawing slowly in and out of my hole. I moaned. “Fuck, I hope you don’t mind,” Jack said, “My cock was so hard it just slipped right in.” “No… oh fuck, it feels good.” “God your hole feels so good. And so fucking wet. Shit!” “You feel all your cum from last night inside me?” “Oh fuck yes! You’re still so full. I can feel all that cum on my dick.” “Give it to me Jack. Fuck your cock deep inside me. I want your load. Give me another one. Leave me leaking.” “Fucking nasty ass pig. I’m gonna fuck you all the time. Keep this hole nice and full of my seed.” “Yeah! Beed me!” “You want this load?” “Yes! Fuck me Jack! Fucking cum inside me.” “You’re such a hot slut! Begging for cum. You’re gonna earn Sir’s load in no time. I know it. You’re gonna end up an owned sub faggot cunt! A caged up little slut for everyone to use.” “Please! Yes! Help me become Sir’s boy. I need it. I need his cock. I need his load. I need you to breed me!” “Fucking take it faggot!” Jack shouted as he grabbed my hips and dig his fingers into my flesh. We both sighed satisfied as his cock began once more firing hot ropes of spunk into my guts. “Thank you, Jack. Thank you.” I panted as he unloaded inside me.

Went to the bookstore and theater in the next city over. It's located in an industrial area and gets a lot of rough looking men when I go. Load#1 mids 50s gay daddy with average dadbod white hair scruff in the booth with a gloryhole. I offered to suck his 6x5 thick cock thru the hole and was able to woof it down, he kept pulling back to keep from shooting. After about the 5th time almost getting it i was about to give up and stood up to leave. But instead I backed my ass to the hole and about 30 seconds of pounding resulted in a load groan and a salty load up my hole Load #1.5 Not a full load but kind of a load, after about an hour of nothing worth playing with, in walks a str8 beefy daddy with a hat salt and pepper hair and beard late 40s wearing jeans boots and a those fishing shirts redneck bubbas like to wear. He went into the booth with no gloryhole and didn't come out. I went in the booth next door and watched him in the peephole, didn't take him long to watch the movie and and work his average size 5inch cock to explosion. Seeing him shoot his load onto the bench and then leave, I decided to go lick it off the seat before spitting and working it into my hole. Load#2 tall Chubby bear with gotee mid40s with gayish hair style, but 6.5 average cut cock came into my booth, and didn't take me long to suck him hard, before he bent me forward and went to town to breed my hole, took about 3 mins before I got his load. Load #3: Now that my ass was nice and lubed up with some loads, I found myself in another gloryhole booth, when a 40s chubby male was working on his thick 6 incher, I motioned for him to stick it thru and I went to town sucking it thru the hole. Wasn't two minutes before I stand up and back my ass onto it. I fucked myself against the hole for a minute or two until I heard the moan from the adjoining booth as well as the flexing of his cock exploding in my hole. Ended up going to the theatre part of the store had a couple tugs and sucks with some average guys but no loads. Load #4: waiting in the theatre I was approached by a chubby 50's bald clean shaven daddy, he had a nice round belly and a thick uncut 5 incher. I was perfect eye level with it as I sucked him hard sitting in a chair. I took a chance and stood up and bent over hoping he would fuck me, and he sure did. Pounded my hole hard as I bent over the chair for a good five minutes. Drew a bit of a crowd, as he was very vocal when he finally bred my hole. Load#5, went back to the gloryhole boothes where I saw a 60s gruff looking construction daddy with a white bushy mustache and 5 o clock shadow. After he wouldn't go into the other side of a gloryhole booth, I was able to coax him into going into a booth with me in it. He was a great kisser and he had a hairy chest, I got down and engulfed his 5 incher average cut cock for a couple minutes. Went back up for some kissing before I backed my cum filled ass on his cock. He started to get soft after a minute of fucking. I went back down on my knees and was able to suck him to completion while working his nipples. I was also able to taste the other loads from my hole on his cock. Load #6: Back to the theatre, i watched a older daddy 60s with white mustache and average dadbod build and 7.5 inch cut cock getting sucked on a couch. I watched for a bit before the cocksucker got tired and offered the Purdy cock to me. I got down on my knees and started sucking it and was deep throating it for a good 5 minutes. The previous cocksucker was now getting sucked by another bystander and started advocating for my guy to fuck me. My guy stood up, and I bent over the couch and he started fucking me with a nice rhythm for a few minutes. The group next to us started to cum very loudly which sped up my daddy and sent him over the edge which resulted in another load for my hole. Load #7 Beefy 50s salt and peppered goteed bald daddy with nice ball belly and bubble ass followed me into another booth. We starting to run out of time and i hate to waste my load in my hand, so he seemed like a nice daddy for me to breed. I starting making out with him for a good while as I was playing with his nipples and hairy chest. He bent over and started sucking my cock as I started to finger his hole. He stood up after a few minutes and before I could fuck him, he had me on my knees sucking his cock. Wasn't sucking more than 30 seconds and he was shooting his load down my throat. No fuck though. Load#8 was out of time and headed out when I saw a hot redneck beefy late 50s married daddy with white close cropped beard in blue jeans and boots coming out a big pickup and walking in. I suddenly had a few more minutes. He went into the first gloryhole booth and I followed suit in the one adjoining. He didn't do anything when I offered to suck, so I decided to stick my cock thru. He instantly started sucking my 7.5 cut cock down and was doing a good job, but it takes my forever to shoot from oral. I told him to let me see that ass. He dropped his jeans and presented his ass to the gloryhole. I was able to work it in nice and slow and open it up, this daddy has taken cock before cause he started fucking himself hard raw and quick pressing against the hole. About three minutes of backing up on my cock I bred that beefy ass of his with my three day dirty load. I withdrew and waited for his mouth to clean it off. He cleaned my cock up and I left full loaded and relieved.

Chapter 9 They weren´t exactly gentle with me at this point anymore. And they didn´t need to be. I was another boy in their collection, as I realized later, and they knew exactly what they were doing. They had somewhat explored and guessed what I had and hadn´t done and driven me over several edges and limits already. And they knew I could and would take their cocks eventually, fueled by the chems they had given me. So here they were, enjoying the fruits of their recent labor. Taron was giving me a fucking that varied from steady, rhythmic deep thrusting to hard stabs and going in and out of my hole completely, sometimes digging himself through both of my sphincters with one thrust, when I was relaxed enough. Jamal used my mouth by guiding it up and down his cocks, holding it down or outright fucking into my lips. Occasionally he would let me take over to do what he liked, giving me commands like “Only the head now!”, “More vacuum!” or simply “As deep as you can! Impale your face baby!”. Needless to say I did what he said. And especially with the last command got a lot of help from Taron´s sharp thrusts into my rear end, pushing my head down Jamals wonderful shaft almost by itself. I was fucked up and in heaven. A situation I, normal naughty, maybe a little kinky bottom guy, hadn´t ever expected to be in. “Let´s switch! I wanne pound that pussy, too, after all the work we put into opening it up!” Jamal said to Taron, who gave me a few more thrusts and then reluctantly withdrew. “Shame… it´s so soft, hot and opened up by now. Perfect to slide into raw and make your cock feel so fucking good!” Taron said. Right… so much about condoms, I thought. While Jamal got off the bed, Taron came up to me, sighed, then looked at me and grinned. “Actually… we´re gonna make this a lot of fun, too, right? Get on your back boy and let your head hang over the side! I not only want to look into your eyes, while I sink my cock into your pretty face, I also want all the leverage and control I can get. Trust me, you´ll enjoy this, too!” he grinned. I knew the position and gulped. Well, not like I was really gonna object, right? So I got into the position required of me, my head hanging off the bed. Taron paused for a second, got my head up a little and held the poppers under my nose with a nod. I took two hits into each nostril and got down into my position again. He then wasted no time, his cock already poking at my lips, so I naturally opened up to let it slide in, starting to feel the poppers high. Taron pushed a bit forward, but made sure not to go too crazy from the start, which I was thankful for. He made sure, though, to be in total control, by pinning my arms to my sides with my hands. “Fuck, this is gonna be a treat…” he muttered, sliding down into my throat now with every thrust. Meanwhile Jamal had observed the whole act with a wide grin, jerking his cock and now took my legs, placed them above his shoulders and pushed his cock against my hole. I was in a good high now from the poppers, so I gave my best to open up to his even thicker meat. After some slow and steady knocking against my hole, he could finally hit home. And the next part of this crazy night started.

He just left after a quick session, didn't have much time today so it was a very rough and hard fuck, didn't bother with rimming me or lube, lucky I already had a load in me! as he stepped in my house he immediately stripped as I was put in doggy for him, presenting my hole as he pushed in, no mercy, all the way in with one hard shove, and then, the plowing began. he was on a mission to unload, kept telling me what a good slut I am and how he enjoyed breeding my pussy, how well I can take his rough fuck and keep his load, unlike his girlfriend (I grinned when I heard that lol) this fuck lasted less then 10 minutes before he deposited yet another HUUUUGE load in my hole. quickly after he shoved a plug to keep all the cum in me as I was cleaning his cock from all the cum and my ass juices. as he was getting dressed I asked if he told his coworkers and he looked at me puzzled, asking if I was serious cause he thought it was just a joke when he said that yesterday lol i told him my holes are there to service him and all men there if he wants to share 😉 I am hoping this time he's gonna spread the word and maybe I'll get some more builders stopping by on their breaks 💦🐷

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Mrs and I fuck each other and fuck others. Prep and testing regularly is the key. I'm the cum slut in the family LOVE getting loads in my mouth, face and bred. Also love watching Mrs take loads in her pussy or ass, she hates cum in her mouth. We both, generally speaking, look for attached guys, married or partners. Not something everyone is comfortable with but to each their own. We don't fuck for relationships, we fuck for fun. Plenty of guys looking for discreet, non committal action on the side.

I have been before with guys with hyperspermia but I think he felt like the most amount of cum deposited in me with one load, by far! when my partner arrived home I couldn't wait share it with him and as he pulled the plug and position his mouth to taste all the cum, I basically flooded his mouth! it was a wild raunchy session just the 2 of us after that 😉 perhaps I'll have an update later with him if he responds!

Biting the Bullet I had made my way to the cash point and decided to withdraw £100, I then went to a nearby office license quick and bought 2 cans of Jack and Coke, I drunk one straight down to steady myself, the second I drank on my way to the area he mentioned, I went behind some shops, most were derelict, they had flats above, some looked used, some didn't, light was low but manageable thanks to a street light that must have been for when cars parked there. I noticed each old shop had its own gated bin area and I think each was being used by homeless as their own shelter. I got to the one Des had mentioned and knocked, I didn't know if I should just enter but I waited until he unlatched it and gestured for me to go in. It was about 12 feet long by a feet wide, just enough to fit two commercial size bins. He had some blue plastic sheeting over some dirty cloth bedding and 2 poles holding it up like a tent. The smell here was worse but the buzz from the alcohol made it bearable. "Didn't think you'd actually come, you got the money?" I reached into my pocket and gave Des the £50 I had seperated, he held it out as he talked. "OK, now listen fella, firstly, I told my mate next door I got someone coming in to fuck, like I said before you try some shit or call rape and he'll come over and we'll beat the shit outta you" I nodded, swallowing hard, trying my hardest not to say anything to get me in trouble or Des to change his mind. "Second, I don't just have HIV I've got aids which means my hiv isn't treatable, last time I saw a doc he reckoned I'd be dead by now, fuck knows why I'm not but that's that, I've also got some shit on my cock, other diseases and shit, I don't know what but if you don't want it this is your chance to take your money and fuck off" If my mind spun earlier this was my entire head doing 360s. If I say yes I'll have a highly diseased cock inside me, I'll get hiv and it probably won't be treatable, a tiny part of the coward reared it's head but my other head stood to attention and that one decided for me once and for all, i risked opening my mouth. "I don't know if this makes me worse or not but you telling me that just makes me want it more" He looked at me to see if I really was serious then pocketed the money. "I warned you, I don't have anywhere to clean up, I know I stink and inside my jeans it'll be worse, but I really wanna fuck something again and once we start we don't stop, I'm not having you pricktease me. I also want you sucking on my cock, I told you it's diseased and fucking rank but if you want things you gotta do what I say. Also this is my home, it's not much but I don't want you wrecking it so if shit gets too much and you puke then I want another £20 for the mess" I was starting to notice the smell again when he mentioned things and I felt nauseous about what I might have to do but I knew I wanted things badly and I'd brought this on myself, so again I nodded and watched as Des started to strip down.

Finding Des Des was I can only describe a quintessential homeless tramp. His clothes looked like he'd worn same ones for years, the smell from him was evident 6 feet away, not just tobacco but damp, BO, puke and god knows what came off him in the most nauseating aroma. His long greying greasy hair and tangled beard made the look complete. It wasn't until he heard me coming and looked up that I realised he was black. "What you want?" Was the blunt question from him. Suddenly I wanted to be anywhere else, away from this stupid quest, away from his stench, away from a guy that might genuinely hurt me. But for some reason, lust? Stupidity? I stayed on the spot and trying to act cool I asked him. "Are you Des" "Depends who's asking" he replies. My heart was thumping in my chest now, how was I going to ask him? "I heard you might be able to help me with something" He took a drag on his rollie and says "Don't know who told you but I don't sell drugs" Did he think I was police? I swallowed and blurted out "No, I heard you were gay". I saw what I thought might be a flash of anger in his eyes, did I have it wrong? Was he about to kick the shit out of me? I was ready to run and starting to panic. "What if I am, no law about it" I breathed an internal sigh of relief, ok, part of the way there. "No, no law, it's cool, I mean, I hoped you were". He laughed an almost incredulous laugh, then hawked a huge load of gob on the grass, before asking "Why? You want a date?" I then realised the laugh was him mocking me, I felt stupid but also a little turned on, I liked him having the power over me like that. I then went for broke.... "I was wondering if you'd fuck me?" He stopped dead, and stood up, I could see in his eyes, he was wondering if this was a joke, or was i setting him up, I got ready to run again, feeling like my heart was gonna explode in my chest, I couldn't take much more, I had to leave yet my feet stayed still. "This some kind of joke? Who fucking told you to say this??" "No-one!" I replied quickly "I'm serious, sorry if this sounds stupid but I've been looking a long time for you to fuck me". I realised what I meant was I've been looking for someone like him to but it came out and didn't know how to correct myself. "I've not fucked anyone in long time, I don't anymore" I looked at him properly now stood up, he was wearing filthy jeans, equally dirty denim jacket and t-shirt that was once white, now yellow and stained. He was thin, probably mostly from being homeless but the face I could see under beard looked gaunt, wasted, I was sure he had aids. "Is it because you're infectious?" Infectious? I really used that word?? I couldn't have said 'cause you have aids' or possibly 'because you have HIV?' As if reading my mind he said "yeah, cause I'm poz, it means I've got HIV" The search me should have been doing cartwheels inside me but it's like I already knew he was, now the analytical side of me was trying to ascertain how to ask him. Oddly enough the coward me was nowhere to be found. "I know what it means, it's why I've been looking for you" There was a moment of confusion on his face. "You looked for me for sex because I'm poz?" Before I had a chance to answer he asked "You a bugchaser?" I'd heard that term on my search but never really thought about it. Was I? Did I want to get sick and be riddled with HIV? I wasn't sure but I knew I wanted the risk and the darkness those detectable represented. "I guess, it's not that simple, I've been looking for HIV guys to fuck and struggling to find one then heard about you" I quickly stopped before I talked myself out of it and lost my chance. "I ain't fucking to give you my bugs" "I'll pay you!" I said without thinking, I knew at some point I might have to pay a guy to infect me (how pathetic am i?) but I didn't know if I definitely would have to, now here I was offering. "I ain't got a room and shower to clean up" I didn't realise until later he was running out of excuses, I was just so determined and felt it was this close! "I don't care, I want it nasty!" Wether it was my using that word 'nasty' or my desperation or seriousness but it's like some switch in him flipped, he dropped his rollie, stepped closer and the smell made me nauseous again but I pushed it down as he got closer like he was whispering a secret to me. "If you want this it'll be 50 quid, you gotta do what I say and if you try some shit or shout rape I'll kick the shit outta you" My heart was in my throat, holy fuck, he actually agreed?? My head was spinning! "Yeah I want this! When? Now? I don't have that much on me" my words were fast and I'd lost my cool but was trying not to put him off" "There's cash point on the main road, I've got a place round that corner" he pointed to a side road. "Go behind an old fried chicken place, green door to a bin area, I'll be there when you get your money, get more out just in case". In case of what? A part of my mind wondered but I was so spun with excitement and nervousness I didn't pay it attention. "I'll be there" With that he got up and left. By now it was starting to get a little dark, was still early but mid autumn the sun was setting early. Holy shit, was this really gonna happen? What if he just took my money and left? What if he beat me up? What if he couldn't get it in me? I was a virgin after all but he didn't know that, do I tell him? Would that stop him? Would he think I was just fucked in the head? These and a million more questions spun round my mind but I knew one thing, this was my chance and i had to see it through.

Hour ago, Group of Black men Ran a train on me. had me on all fours on the floor of a dirty apartment, took 8 Loads up my Ass , Swallowed 6 more

I’ve been attending these events for almost a decade now. On average, I go 3-5 times a year (except during the pandemic). I’ve been to official Fickstutenmarkt events in Berlin and all over Germany, as well as the American version, meat markets in Amsterdam, the UK, and other places. Basically, anywhere in the world! The first time I went, I was a bit nervous and didn’t know what to expect. But I quickly realized that I was into it. I started going as a white hood and then with PREP and Doxi, I switched to a red hood, always as a mare. I stayed until the very end of every party (even won mare of the month!) and after almost every party, my hole was buzzing for more, no matter how many times I was used or how hard I was pounded. I usually end up going to Boiler, Lab, or other sleazy bars that I can just keep being used and loaded. As a mare, I love the atmosphere. Being almost completely out of control is such a huge turn-on for a control freak like me. I usually take cock after cock, all shapes and sizes. Most of them are bigger than average, including my first time taking a PA, both in my mouth and in my hole. During FSM, I realized just how much of a slut I am. I took all the cock that was offered to me, without even taking a break in my first event. I tasted cock after cock in my mouth with other men’s cum, ass juices, and other stuff. I just savored it. Some events are more packed, and my hole barely had a minute without a cock pounding it and some have been a bit more relaxed, but I love how I make up with other mares as we are both getting fucked. I found the smaller events in Cologne or Leipzig had more stallions than mares, which had a better experience, but regardless of the event, my hole gets a lot of attention lol One event, I was being used very hard and rough by a couple of stallions that we ended up recreating a scene from the video, I was wearing a red hood, head in the urinal and being fucked so hard my head was banging on the tiles. I was rock hard and came without touching myself as this was going on and then after 30-40 min like that they just finished and left me like that as a complete mess until I was led back to the main area by the helpers. And of course, meeting other mares before and after the events is cool, sharing experiences and continuing having more fun together is also very nice with my hole being completely used and dripping cum💦🐷

Excellent points and interesting thoughts you all have on this topic. It’s always fun to get into other people’s heads and understand how they see and feel the world. For me personally… I do absolutely feel masculine when I bottom. In fact, it feels masculine in the sense that we are eating from a forbidden fruit. Man on man sex and orgies with cum filled open holes and the smell of testosterone, sweat and sex reeking in the air… honestly what could be more masculine? Submitting to your sexual drive and fucking for the joy of it and taking endless amounts of cum even if we can’t reproduce… as opposed to women who are more driven to limit sex and use it for other purposes than the pure lust of fucking. For me this is hyper masculine and I totally love it 🐽💦

I'd been on PrEP over a year. At first genuinely looking to prevent, but lately it became out of wanting to control if/when "it" happened. My mind had raced for months, pondering what it would be like taking that first positive load. Not the run of the mill undetectable load, but the real potent deal. Many jerk off fantasies reading stories, watching videos where some boy was verbally filled with a poz load and imagining myself at that moment of no return. Without much thought, I forgot the PrEP for a day. The second day, I thought "Oh shit, I missed a dose, that's not like me." A voice in my head debated what harm was missing a second? Well, the doctor did say two was acceptable, but certainly not three. Day Three comes. Why am I wasting it? I'm not even having sex, beyond sucking someone off occasionally? I can always take it for a week and get back on track. A week with out sex is nothing for me. I don't classify myself as a real catch, early 40's decent looks, a bit boyish for my age in mannerism and depending on my style of dress. Very orally inclined, mentally a bottom though not really been used enough to really get accustomed to it, though that itch does need scratched. Day ten, post PrEP, arrives. Searching websites and apps for anything that catches my eye; however, pretty shy to initiate the contact. Time wasted, staring blankly, getting no responses. Maybe I'm too standoffish? But wait... what was that? A message! I was in shock, having not gotten one previously, I'd never heard the notification. MasterDaddy4u: "Hey boy. Just lurking or willing to go through with it?" Me: "Hello. I do want to go through with it, just hesitant and depends on what I find I guess." MasterDaddy4u: "Very dom 62 yr old Master, if you come over, you belong to me. And when you speak to me, you should say Sir or Daddy, boy!" Me: "Wow, that is pretty blunt." MasterDaddy4u: "What boy? I did not hear you." Me: "Wow,that is pretty blunt, Sir." *what made me obey so quickly?* MasterDaddy4u: "I am sending you my address. When you arrive, enter at door to the garage. Instructions will be there. If you object to anything in that list, go home to your Mama. We wont talk again until you comply." Me: "I need a moment to think on this, Sir." MasterDaddy4u: "That time is past. Bye, Boy. See you in compliance, or this is the last I have to say." >>MasterDaddy4u is offline. My mind raced like crazy. I had a private shared file waiting to be opened. Staring at my screen, my mouse making circles around the icon.... >>click<< "Boy, be at this address in one hour and follow all instructions on site. If you do not, you will be sent away. No second chances." It ended with the exact address. I recall I've stopped PrEP. What if? I don't even know his status. Or what he intends. As my mind raced, I realize I've undressed without realizing it. I get a shower to ensure I was presentable...just in case. IF... *mind still races* When... In a flash, I find myself in my car, heading toward the unknown. Am I foolish for just showing up without much conversation, no exchanged pix, nothing at all? Time seemed to fly and yet creep at the same time. Looking at my watch, after the relatively short drive over, I had 15 minutes left of the hour allotted. Looking at the darkened house from the street, butterflies churned in my stomach. Halfway up the drive...when did I get out of the car? Hand on the knob. Still time to turn back. My cock and hole both twitch as my stomach does back-flips. Inside the dimly lit garage, a solitary lamp shines on a piece of paper. Leaning down, I begin to read what is expected of me. *** Boy, welcome to your possible future. You can still turn back, but once you start on this list, you are bound by your choice. I know you are here. I've seen you on camera. You have 30 minutes to comply or leave. 1. The boy acknowledges that he freely and willingly accepts being the property of his Master, with the understanding he will, upon showing his submission by beginning this list, be taking his Master's HIV poz load and piss to be properly marked, and will accept any and all demands/orders made by his Master without question, subject to punishment for failure to comply. 2. The boy is to strip and place all belongings into the lock-box provided. Once the lock is in place, it will not be opened. 3. Once naked, the boy will find the collar next to the lockbox. Affix the collar, as well as its lock. Again, once locked, only the Master may choose to remove it. 4. The boy shall kneel, eyes down, palms down on knees, and wait quietly for his Master to retrieve him. Final chance to leave, boy. Once any step has started, your consent is no longer required for those after it. Punishment will be delivered once any lock is in place and you try to withdraw. *** Oh my God! He's positive! FUCK! What about my PrEP? My mind flies through the options of fleeing or giving in. My cock soaks my underwear with precum. Subconsciously, my shoes are kicked off as my shirt goes over my head. My undies getting more uncomfortable by the moment, I rip at my shorts praying for some relief. I'm naked! In a strange place, about to surrender myself to someone, sight unseen. I have to think this through a bit more! I look at my watch. SHIT! I've only got 10 minutes to dress and leave, or accept my fate. Accept my fate? What an odd choice of words! My brain seems to be working on two levels. One fighting it, one having already given in. I need more time! What do I really want to do? >>click<< What was that? A sound snaps me out of my mental debate with logic. FUCK! The lock-box! I locked it! Panic sets in. I can still flee, granted I'd naked and with nothing I came with. DAMN IT! On foot too, as my keys are in the box! How much time do I have? SHIT! No watch! I have to decide. It's now or never! ***** ((I am very new to attempting to write stories. I welcome any feedback. I've been pondering this one a long time, but after reading so many great stories on here, I find it hard to put into words what in my mind plays out like a flawless movie. Thanks for reading this first part. I'll try to continue it as time permits, hopefully sooner rather than later.))

Prelude: As a guy I've failed in life, growing up I fancied guys and girls, particularly a boy in my class but to avoid the ridicule I kept it to myself. I did the expected thing, found myself a girlfriend, didn't last, found another, same result. Around 20 I found Gaydar and despite the plethora of opportunities I never saw myself as attractive (skinny and spotty) so my entire gay exploration involved a single meet with a guy, brief suck, hand job and him cumming over my chest. By my late 20's I met a woman, ended up married in my early 30's we played out our lives but it was ultimately boring. I hovered around the gay sites on occasion often drawn to the darker aspects like bareback and HIV+ guys, met 2 older gentlemen who were nudists but my fears led to a half-baked lie and I left their home before anything could happen. I eventually cheated on her with another woman, she found out (or maybe I subconsciously let her?) and I ended up a bachelor alone. Perhaps this was my time to explore guys?

I don't often find time to get out between work and familial commitments so when I cruise I kind of rush myself so I can avoid a Walk of Shame situation. I'm 24 and I do have roommates and I do have family that I live and work with very closely. So one night I was cruising on Grindr while I was driving - and while I know that isn't the safest - it shows you how desperate I was to have sex. I really have a hard time scheduling it into my weeks or sometimes months between carpooling and opening and sometimes closing work with my coworkers and family. So I have some time, and I figure I can actually get away with spending some hours if not a night away. It isn't my first time hooking up with a 45 year old and it isn't my first time sneaking a night away. It was the first time somebody on Grindr hit me up with a message like," have you ever partied with Tina?" And my naive ass didn't know any better when he followed up with, "it's like ecstasy but it's powdered up." I smoke a lot of weed and I don't smoke any cigarettes and I don't drink but I have always been curious about ecstasy. Honestly, it takes probably an hour of me covering my tracks for the night and him to prepare his space but I make it to his house and there's a space prepared in his living room with a futon on the floor. I've never seen ecstasy never heard it called Tina and actually never heard that term before that night but I was used to hotel scenes and bathhouses and bareback sex. I'd probably been considering myself a barebacker for two years so this scene with the futon drove me wild. And he loads his Tina and we smoke it out of his pipe for my first time and I do feel the rush and take a deep breath and start rubbing my chest and we take another one and he shotguns me which I've never done with someone for weed but we do it throughout the night. And he takes my shirt off on the ground in what I find out later is his mother's house and she is on vacation. I love sucking cock so he stands up as I suck him and we talk about my first years barebacking and how I haven't gotten barebacked in a bathhouse but it's a fantasy. He gets my ass up on my knees and plays with my hole from his standing position and has me take another hit from the pipe and shotguns me. He tells me my ass is going to look so good ass up with his raw dick sliding in and my back is basically screaming arched while he says he's bout to get me slutty and fuck me piggy bare. He gives me another hit and shotguns me and tells me to lean over the couch with my knees on this bare mattress and he eats my hole and has me hit poppers and hands me the pipe to hit freely for a second while he talks dirty bareback. I'm taking poppers when he presses in and I'm rolling high and he goes in gently but he makes it in piggy. And once he bottoms out he holds it while he arches my back up and shotguns me again. Then when the pipe was safely set down I hit poppers and he went to town. Berating my ass with insults and his hips. He arches my back near maxed and spreads my hole apart at full pound. We both realized how much I enjoyed a slow spit hitting the spot where he's fucking. We both realize how much I love the term spit fuck me. He goes by SIr. Yes sir. We switch positions throughout the night - on my back and riding. And then my favorite again doggy where he does end up blowing his load full creampie. We settle down and talk and end up repeating the scene, probbly exactly as hot as the first time. I make it to work on time the next day.

The feeling of pain rippled through my body, followed by the heavy weight on top of me. My arse was full and stretched like never before. Like sandpaper to the rough edges of a wood plank, my inner walls gripped Matt’s ridged cock with every thrust. Matt ferociously pumped into me. How did I get here? I suddenly felt guilty for cheating on my partner. But was I? I didn’t intend this. I wasn’t looking for it. But as much as it hurt, I yearned for it. I craved it. Matt’s lips cupped my neck like a baby to a nipple and sucked intimately on my skin. The sting, mixed in with the rippling pain from my stretched-out arse, clouded my mind from any sensibility. Matt had no intent of letting me go yet. I dragged my dry red eyes down Matt’s sunburnt hairy back to his pasty white arse cheeks, seeing them tighten and retract with every thrust he made. It was then that the rough grinding to my inner walls turned to a slick, lathered feeling. Did he cum? No. His pace remained consistent and forceful, with no concern for my comfort. The air had an aroma of my arse; I worried that it was unclean. But it was clear that Matt did not care. He wanted to fuck. Fuck hard. I moaned in pain and pleasure. The thought of my partner returned to me. This stranger was fucking me. ‘Are you wearing a condom?’ I stammered under my groggy breath. Matt’s hold tightened. I felt a sudden shift in his pace. It shortened and quickened. His suction to my neck tightened. He was biting. Then Matt released his lips from my tender neck. ‘Uuh…Aah.’ My hole painfully stretched slightly further with every pump of his cock. He kept moving in and out of me. It felt like eons as he unloaded. I prayed that he was wearing a condom. Then he stopped, and I felt his tense body relax as he settled his total weight on top of my body. The room was slightly spinning. The drugs were still rife in my system. Matt lifted himself off me. I felt his ridged cock pull away from my hole. My inner walls were still gripping for dear life. Then I felt the head of his cock grip my outer ring. The pain made it clear that his knob was more prominent than his shaft as it broke past, releasing that stretched feeling. ‘Argh!’ It hurt like hell as I felt my walls retract to what I could only hope was its normal size, but it was too slow to prevent the feeling of a cum seeping out. The scent of my arse in the air intensified. Matt lifted himself to his knees. His naked, masculine body was beaming down on me. My dry eyes admired his leathery, hairy body as I trailed down his v-cut to his slick cock. It wasn't dirty, just slick from his man juices. He wasn’t wearing a condom. Matt tossed me another bottle of water and my pants as he lifted himself off the bed. ‘Where are my jocks?’ ‘You won’t need them.’ I needed to rehydrate quickly, so I undid the pre-opened bottle and gulped down the foul-tasting liquid. ‘There is G in this.’ ‘Finish it, boy. Your night is not done yet.’ He said as he lifted his pants over his bare arse cheeks while tucking his semi-hard, slick cock inside. I fell in and out of consciousness. Time was passing by. People. Men talking at me, not to me. I was no longer in the small room. I had the feeling I was no longer at the club. Was Shawn there? I couldn’t tell. I worked all my strength to gain vision of my surroundings. My environment was different. There were men everywhere. Their attire was different. Minimal. Shirtless hairy torsos illuminated by neon lights and hazy smoke. I was at a club, but not the same club I was at before. ‘You are at a leather bar. Relax, kid.’ I heard the familiar voice of Shawn. ‘Welcome back. Matt got you fucked up, ey.’ ‘What, why?’ My head was spacy and incoherent. ‘Stop asking questions you know the answers to.’ He patted me on the back. ‘This is where I leave you. Have the night of your life.’ I watched Shawn disappear into the crowd of half-naked men. I dragged my feet to the bar and squeezed between what I could only describe as furry bears. I felt the pointy studs of a leather harness wrapped around one of the furry bears’ bodies scrape against my arm as I slumped over the sticky, alcohol-stained bar. The bear turned to my side. ‘Watch yourself, little boy. These things are sharp.’ I could smell the overwhelming scent of sweat and sex in the air. The music beat so loud it prevented my mind from concentrating. But I could feel the bear eyeing me off intensively. ‘Nice hickey. Looks like you have been having a good night.’ ‘Apparently, it is not over.’ Did I say that? ‘We have a ripe one here, Barry.’ He commented to the bear on my other side. ‘He looks a little out of it. Did you take something, young man?’ Barry wrapped his arm over my shoulder. ‘Yeah. Matt made me smoke and drink… Um… Well, you know.’ ‘Who the fuck is Matt?’ ‘Is he your boyfriend.’ ‘No. He is… Actually, I don’t know who he is. He fucked me.’ Both bears laughed simultaneously. ‘We have a slutty one here.’ The first bear chuckled in his burly voice. ‘You are sticking with us, little one.’ Barry’s arms pulled me under his sweaty armpit. I felt the moisture slather across my face and lips as I got a taste of Barry’s saltiness. The drugs kept pulling me in and out of awareness. I knew the Bears were talking to me and asking me questions. But I could only half tell what was being said. I felt a big hand slip between the crack of my arse and a large finger circle my hole. This pushed my face deeper into the other bear’s armpit. ‘He’s wet down there. No condom. You poz, boy?’ ‘What?... huh? Yeah, no condom.’ ‘Ah! Good. Poz boy.’ ‘This little slut boy will be perfect for tonight.’ ‘Eagle Tamers?’ ‘Eagle Tamers.’ Barry nodded. I was lifted from under my arms and carried out of the club. The words Eagle Tamers kept penetrating my mind. I knew I was in a vehicle. I was slumped sideways in the back seat. My head rested on denim wrapped over a thick thigh. There was this familiar, dirty scent, like caked-in cum wafting off the fabric. ‘Eagle Tamers.’ I muttered under my breath. ‘Look who’s coming back to reality, Barry.’ The first bear called out to Barry. ‘What’s Eagle Tamers?’ ‘It is a special cruise club, my little piggy.’ Barry called out from the driver’s seat. ‘Only the nastiest of nasty blokes go there.’ The first Bear added. ‘Tonight is Eagle Tamer’s Quarterly Event party. It is going to be a full house.’ I tried to lift myself off the thick thigh and gain focus. ‘I got to get home. My partner must be worried. Can you take me home?’ ‘To Matt?’ ‘No. My boyfriend –‘ ‘Fuck!’ Barry cut in, ‘this little cumdump is a cheating piglet.’ ‘What a little slut bag.’ The first Bear chuckled. Then passed me a bottle filled with a blue liquid, ‘Drink this.’ I was profoundly dehydrated and gulped every bit. ‘Holly shit! The piglet drank the whole lot.’ Barry laughed. The rest of the drive was a complete blur.

Mine!

Here’s mine ready for use.

Chapter 2. How much time do I have? SHIT! No watch! I have to decide. It's now or never! *** Heart pounding, a fear of both possible flight and of his would-be Master finding him out of compliance race through his mind. His body again reacting without him in the driver seat. Placing the collar to his neck, and affixing the small lock, he kneels down with hands on his knees, eyes to the floor, waiting nervously. Finding himself in submission, the boy accepts his destiny. A sound comes from across the room, as a door opens. The boy fights the urge to look up and wills his body to be absolutely still. "I see you have accepted your natural place boy." His Master checks the lock on the lock box then turns his attention to the small lock on the collar. "Good boy, now you will follow me, on hands and knees so we may begin marking you as mine." Clipping a lead to the collar, the Master tugs a bit sharply just to get the boys attention, who with just the slightest hesitation begins to crawl after his new owner. The boy is lead into a dimly lit room. He sees what appears to be a sawhorse at first glance but then realizes it's covered in leather, with straps and fasteners. His eyes widen as his Master leads him to it. "Get up on this boy, face down." A sharp yank of the collar compels obedience and he is at once chest down on the chilly leather as his Master kicks his legs apart exposing his hole and dripping cock despite his fears. His wrists are strapped in, then a strap just under his armpits and one across the small of his back. Finally, he feels but cannot see his Master secure his ankles. "You belong to me boy. It is time to claim you inside and out." The boy hears some rummaging around followed by "This should do nicely." The Master appears in front of the boy, his uncut monster standing out straining the cock ring. Precum drizzles down, and the boy cannot help but lick his lips. "You see this boy? This will get you prepared." "A toothbrush? I got cleaned up before I came." *SLAP* Hard across his face. "You will address me properly boy!" Tears in his eyes, the boy sobs and says "I'm sorry, Sir." "The toothbrush is not for your mouth. You committed to taking all I have to give you,boy. I own you. And as I warned you, you WILL be pozzed." The boy's cock gets rock hard tho he fights uselessly in the restraints. Master calmly walks behind the boy and slaps his right ass cheek hard. "Stop fighting. You didn't flee. So, you want this. Submit to me." With that, the toothbrush is pushed into the boy's exposed hole. Unceremoniously twisting and digging as it goes. After a bit, the Master pulls it out, showing it to the boy. "See that boy? It's preparing your insides to take my dirty load into your very being." Laying the toothbrush aside, the Master grins down at the boy as he notices his boy's eyes on his mammoth cock. "You are wanting to taste it?" The boy whimpers but manages a weak "Yes, Sir." "Very well, I'll grant you that much. But wet it good as you can in the time I allow. I wont be using any more lube than your pathetic spit when I rip your ass open to seed it deep." Shoving his cock to the boy's lips, grabbing his hair, he forces the monster down the boy's throat. The boy struggles to breath and still manage to tongue the pungent foreskin. He's tasting poz precum! What has he gotten himself into? Tangy sweat and traces of piss mix with his Master's dirty dribble and his own saliva. Having no choice, he can only swallow the excess as the cock forbids much leakage. After a few moments, his Master withdraws his cock. The boy is both relieved and saddened to have the cock out of his reach. His eyes follow his Master as far as he can as his Master begins to slowly move behind him. "It is time, boy." "Sir, please don't do this. I made a mistake!" His cock still rock hard betraying him. *SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP* His Master spanks his ass cheeks alternating between them. *SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP* "You will only speak when spoken to, boy! You gave up your rights as soon as you locked my collar on you!" His ass reddened and stinging, the boy tried to dance away from the slaps but was powerless. Feeling his Master's hands on his ass cheeks rubbing gently, his mind considers his Master may be taking mercy on him. That is until.. After rubbing a bit, the Master spreads the boys cheeks quickly and rams his uncut cock deep in the boys hole. "FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!" Slapping the boys ass again and yanking his head back by his hair his Master yells "Take it boy! You are mine!" "P..p.please don't do this." Sobs come uncontrollably as the Master's cock tears his tender hole apart. "Too late for that boy." Hard and fast, balls slapping against the boys ass, the cock jabs and thrusts, each time becoming a bit more red. The boy is coated in sweat, his will to fight soon withers and his exhausted body can do nothing but ride the waves of the slamming cock deep inside him. "Here it comes boy. My gift to my property." The thrusts become like a jackhammer, pounding even harder until finally, with a thrust that felt as if the Master's entire body would take residence in his hole, balls deep and stopping, spraying the boys hole with the Master's venom. "Take my poisonous seed, boy!" The boy's own cock begins to spurt what would most certainly be his last negative load over the floor, while the Master's cock filled its new sheath. The uncut poz daddy cock throbbed for what seemed like hours within him before it was quickly withdrawn, but his hole wasn't empty for long. A thick buttplug was rammed in hard and fast. "This will keep my venom brewing in your vulnerable ass, boy. You are mine, now and forever." The boy's tears flooded down his face. He hated his Master for this. But then again, he was feeling he had found his true place. How could this be. He allowed himself to become property and to be pozzed on a whim. It all happened so fast, but now...he loved his Master, "now and forever." *END* ((Sorry it took so long. The drive I was working on this with died on me and after attempts to recover it, I just rewrote it close as I could to the original.))

Hey, I’m new to this forum, but you are my inspiration. For years I’ve wanted to become a cumdump, but have been terrified of taking raw loads. I‘ve always wanted to be the woman in porn who gets pounded in a gangbang and have dreamed of being one of those bottoms from a Treasure Island movie. The strange thing is I’ve always considered myself to be straight and am attracted to women. However, I have to face reality that I’m a submissive beta that women aren’t really interested in and that my role in life is to service alpha men and their cocks. My lust to be used by raw cocks and filled with loads become overwhelming and I finally gave in and got on Prep. I bottomed for 3 guys recently and it was the first time I’ve ever been bred. The feeling of complete submission and being used for the group’s pleasure was so incredible that I crave it everyday. This weekend I finally went to an adult theater and had 7 men use me - they all came in me. There was a woman there watching me moan during it (I was moaning more loudly than the woman getting gangbanged on the movie) and I’ve never felt so slutty in my life, but it was incredible. Sexually it is my role to service dominant men, and it feels like my life is just beginning. Next thing is booking pig week - I’m shooting for 500 loads throughout the week. Clearly once you are bred for the first time, you are forever addicted, but I love it! I’d like to find a master for pig week, if there is anyone who would like to see a new cumdump become a total whore please let me know!

I was on my way home from work yesterday when Jony called. Although I do not get to see him a lot, he is one hot fucking top. I met him before I started chasing, but we did not fuck until he was sure I was chasing. He is drop dead gorgeous, in my book. A native of the Caribbean, he has that mixed race skin tone that was born during sex between the French and African workers. He is also blessed with a great cock...8 inches, big in diameter, but not too big. The real bonus is that it has that perfect curve that will ensure a prostrate will be well massaged by the time he blasts his load. He is also one of those guys who seems to "improve" after using T.....he has fucked me for well over an hour--only stopping for arranging a new position. He knows how to use his long, lean frame to gain great leverage. Bottom line, he is a great fucker. Still, he lives some distance and we have some age difference, so we just don't get together often enough. When I heard that beautiful accent on the phone, my ass started throbbing. He was in my general area, with a cousin. The cousin was stranded due to the Hurricane, so they came to Asheville for a weekend of fun. Henri, the cousin, had been in the US for a couple weeks and had been enjoying the opportunity to fuck some white ass. But, they were out of weed and need some. My heart kind of dropped, they were gonna play, but looked like I was just a connection. Oh well, WTF. I told them to come on over. I had just picked up some really nice local stuff. Certainly not the most potent, but really nice smoke. Good, chilling' relaxin' smoke. An hour later they were at my door. Damn! Jony was looking so fucking fine. I know I often talk of any cock any time....looks and crap do not matter. But shit, he is just SOOOO good looking. Henri was not slouch. Not as tall, not as buff, but a beautiful almost black skin tone, hair in dreds and some great tats. I got the weed and handed them a pretty good baggieful. Henri suggest perhaps we sample it. I was not asking for cash, so that was a sign he wanted to hang a bit...I thought. I got out my biggest bong...freshly cleaned and sparkling. They both lit up with they saw it...it is a great instrument for getting high quickly. I let Jony do the honors of packing a bowl and Henri took that first puff. A strong session of repeated puff puff pass quickly started. With very little talk, we just enjoyed that gentle dragon relax us. A couple bowls later, we slowed a bit and drifted into conversation. No doubt, Irma was the biggest topic. Although it looks like Henri's home was spared, transportation was not available. We talked about being queer in our respective cultures. Bashed Trump with glee. After another bowl or two, Henri asked for a pipe. I got him one but he waved it away. Then I saw why. He had an 8-ball of T in his hand and was ready to make some clouds. Hmmmm....maybe there would be some Island dick in my ass after all. I went to the other room and got my T supplies, proper pipe(s) a good torch and some points and all the other trappings of dancing with Lady T. With experienced hands, Henri fired off the first round of that dreamy white smoke. After we passed the pipe a second time, it was clear we were all "getting there". In fact, almost as if commanded to do so, we all stripped our shirts off, the warmth of that good lady starting to make itself known. Hell, I was ready for anything and offered to set up some points. Hearing no objections, I measured out three .4 and started to dissolve the crystals. This was some decent stuff, nice crystals, smelled right, tasted right.....if it was cut, was not cut much. I filled the point (a fresh one) and put it on the try. I figured one of them would pick it up and find the mark. Never one to turn down a needle, Jony quickly was depressing the plunger. It is so hot watching someone do that--and then watching them move into the T-zone. A couple small coughs told me that Jony was THERE. I repeated the prep and handed the rig to Henri. He was just as accomplished with the syringe as he was with the pipe. He easily raised a vein, got the red signal that all was good and soon had a dose coursing in his veins. The heat was obvious, his black skin was glistening almost as soon as he laid the rig back on the tray. I followed suit as quickly as possible and my own cough announced we were all flying on T. Like so many times, a little T turns lips loose. The conversation was animated and wide ranging. But very soon it turned to fucking. Again, without any real discussion we were all nude and my visitors were both sporting amazing hard-ons. I knew what the expect from Jony. It was a real pleasure to see Henri was swinging some great meat as well. Longer, thinner and no curve to speak of, it still had a massive head, decorated with a single 0 Prince Albert. A PLUS sign tattoo at it's based, confirmed what I expected, Henri was POZ like his cousin. I sucked both of those brown beauties for a while, and both went to hardened steel status with little encouragement. The Tina was making my ass throb. I needed FUCKED and fucked hard. I backed put to Henri and he worked a bit to get his tip in the right spot. But once he got settled, he drove that long pole balls deep in one smooth thrust. It was just painful enough to enjoy, knowing I had a great cock starting to pound my ass. Not to be left out, Jony offered that curved dick to my still hungry lips. With a little work, we were soon in a great rhythm---with me getting spit-roasted between two BBC. I am not sure it can get much better than that: great cock, great guys, great T, good weed. I lost track of time as we fucked, sucked, changed positions and fucked some more. It was almost an hour after that first prick of a needle, that I noticed the time. I had had one of those rods in my ass nearly that whole time. I figured we were getting close to pay off. I wanted their cum and I wanted it in my ass. I told them as much and it was clear they agreed. Within a half hour, both of them had delivered a great load. A three way is always great...especially if I am getting all the dick. This one was quite amazing. I got up from the bed and inserted an ass plug to preserve the POZ pleasure in my ass. We collapsed on the bed and continued talking. Now, a bit more quiet, but just good conversation. Three POZ queers, sharing drugs, cock and cum, we were all content in the moment. Jony and I know the circumstance of each other's POZZING. I was a chaser, he was a sex worker in Miami for a number of year. We compared notes about our "conquests" as tops. I had just confirmed my number 4, Jony knows of several, but quite likely there are more. Jony urged Henri to tell his story. Reluctant at first, another round of needle pricks loosened him up. He did not start queering until he was in the military. He was raped, but realized it was great sex. Soon, he was a confirmed homo. Sill he was a bit restricted due to his duties as a military policeman. In 2012, he was sent to Cuba as an Embassy guard. His deployment was for 12 months and he learned to enjoy what Havana had to offer during that time. Although he was a native French speaker, he had learned Spanish as well. His color, features and Spanish skills allowed him to frequent the largely underground gay world of Cuba. It was only during a physical exam as he was separating from the military, that he learned that one of those Cuban cocks had infected his ass. He had a lifetime souvenir from his golden days on that island. He then got quiet and much more serious. He indicated that he was ok with being POZ and recognized it was a "by-product" of his sexual desires. But just as he was fully accepting his status, he got hit with another bombshell. He had been infected with the CRF19 strain that was something of an issue. Hard to treat, short time (3-5 years) from infection to full blown AIDS, Henri was carrying one of the most lethal bugs. He nearly whispered as he stated that while he was on medication, it was largely ineffective. Not only was he "detectable" but his CD4 number was now in the low 30's---he had progressed to AIDS. SON-OF-A-FUCKING-MOTHER FUCKING-BITCH. I know had that deadly cum in my ass. My rational brain keep trying to tell me that getting a second infection is rare. But, my active brain was starting to go ape-shit. But, the more we talked, the more I started processing it. I was almost shocked when I heard what must have been my voice asking for more. I sucked him back to life, Jony pulled out my plug and Henri went back to work. A half hour or so later, my ass plug was holding in my second exposure to CRF19. By the time they left this morning, I had one more. Jony deposited his brand of toxicity again as well. I do not believe I would have consented, had I known up front. But after the fact, that was one erotic fuck session. When I was begging for that second load, once I knew what it contained, I begged and pleaded like I never have before. Something in my very soul was driving me to accept that fucked up cum and bug into my ass. What the hell would you have done?

Somehow it’s so hot getting fuck raw by a “straight” married cheating top. Is it equally hot to fuck an anon married straight bb bottom?

I denied myself the pleasure I truly desired. And eventually it blew up inside me and finally ended in divorce. I was taking raw cock that same week.

Yours for the seeding guys x

My hole needs a spunk filling x

Fuck, this is my dream man! I would love to find a regular with hyperspermia to flood my guts. Please, keep us posted with more about him -and his coworkers!

I think it’s easier to see on the outside. You can see people here, and the bulk of my family who all hear the bad stuff and figure they don’t want that so surely the Republicans won’t, say cut my brother’s military retirement and disability benefits (they will), won’t really make poor children work in factories (they already do), won’t punish gay and trans people for existing (they are in some places and want that everywhere), won’t destroy the air and water supplies (they’ve been working on it for decades). They identify as Republicans, and they’re good, so surely the Republicans in office won’t make their lives worse. And they’re going to drag the rest of us to Hell with them.

Both are just more forms of body fluids…if you’re taking cum, you might as well enjoy taking spit and piss. I do, I love it all.

It could be The Heritage Foundation. Perhaps it's JD Vance, who wrote the foreword for Project 2025, who is the true "Manchurian Candidate," They've even cast Harris as the "communist tart" though Trump is really Putin's concubine.

I want to hear natural sounds. Heartfelt moaning and comments. And I love the increasing moaning of a top who is about to shoot his load (in me). I hate exaggerated moaning and remarks that miss the point. If I want to hear fake noises, I'll watch porn.

All or Nothing: On my way home from visiting my gf in London I chanced across an advert for something to do with homeless people, it was one of these that had a photo of a guy attached and a brief short story. I don't know if it was staged photo or not but he looked homeless, dirty face, tangled, unkempt hair, beard. Not ugly but wasn't what society considered attractive (a feeling I knew all too well and often as a result the kind of guy I gravitated to for the hope of some fun). His story read that he was homeless, sick, had done nothing wrong, lost his home, couldn't find work.....wait a minute, sick?? Suddenly a light went off in my dark perverse mind. I was always drawn to the darkest, nastiest, even grossest men on sites for raw encounters and more and this was maybe the ultimate dark perversion in raw breeding fun. There's a good chance a homeless guy wouldn't be medicated but I wasn't am idiot, just cause a guy is homeless doesn't make him either gay or willing to fuck a guy. I needed a plan. I decided London was the best choice, biggest city near me and surely a sizable homeless community. I started by visiting a few homeless shelters looking for my 'boyfriend' who might have gone missing, this led me to a couple of small communities of gay guys who looked out for their own on the streets, some promising individuals but all lacked something, an air of sickness, a potential for filth, something. I told them my bf was a PNP boy (a term I'd learnt on the sites I perused) and they directed me to a park in Brixton where a guy named Des frequented but was warned he was very rough. Hopes soared! I made my way to the park in question, hung around for about 3 hours and soon eyed the prize, cautiously I made my way to a guy under a tree smoking a rollie and stopped dead in my tracks. This guy was disgusting!

Exploration, Covid-Stalled & Adventure: Fast forward to late-2019 I had settled in my new flat, was finally ready to take the plunge in the raw and kinky worlds of BBRT, Recon and NKP. Had found several guys who were interested, my desires into the darker aspects diminished as I realised more men were medicated than ever before but I still wanted it raw but I of course hesitated then of course the dreaded C hit, the world locked down, I ended up in my flat for another year just looking and not doing much. Once the dust settled and we all emerged I found myself a little chubbier than I had been and my semi-receding hairline was in full swing, in short, if I didn't consider myself attractive in my youth I certainly didn't now! Nevertheless I was determined to find something. A couple of promising meets fizzled out and more guys wanted either experience or younger, I was neither! Dejected I went back to what society expected of me, found a woman, dated, hadn't moved in yet but was becoming serious. But by now the gnawing at the back of my mind as a teen had become an unexplored, all-consuming just. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend or husband, I was just absolutely desperate for cock and cum, the darker and riskier the better. Then, the bow finally broke.

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.

There was one specific married guy that I clicked with at the NYC bathhouses (both WC—when it existed— and ESC). He was, in his 50’s with a gorgeous slim body. He just loved to fuck and was a great kisser. When we hooked up, we flowed so well together. We’d eventually start spending almost our entire time in the bathhouses just with each other. He told me was some sort of executive. He and his wife had an adult daughter. He and his wife hadn’t had sex in 15 years. He thought of himself as bi—but considering I would see him a lot at the bathhouses, he sure like fucking gay men. The last time I saw him was just before the pandemic. He kissed me and said, “We should go on a date some time.” Sadly, the pandemic hit and I haven’t been back to the bathhouse since. I wonder if he’s still a fixture there.

Took 17 loads this weekend. I’m so proud to be a slut cum dump.

Absolutely I feel masculine! No woman could take the poundings I have and live to tell the tale. It takes a real man to handle all that raw cock, and any bottom can attest to that. I both give and receive and I have never felt more manly than when I am on my back, legs to my shoulders, with a huge cock rearranging my guts.

Oh hell yes! Even though I'm a bitch-in-heat when getting fuck and seeded. I'm still very much a man. It's just that I like to feel a man in me...filling me with his sperm.

Over the next two days, all I could think about was the man I'd hooked up with. Flashes of his face in front of mine, his body over me and the taste of my blood on his cock returned to me whilst I was at work. He was all I could think about. I spent my evenings riding dick and searching for poz cock. I was turning down tops because they were neg. I craved more. As I was leaving work on Monday night, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it as I said goodbye to everyone, left the building and got into my car. I pulled my phone out, before I turned the engine on. I saw a message from the top I'd met, who I'd saved in my phone as "GG," for Gift Giver. The message read 'hard day im horny you free for more poz??' Electricity ran through my body, making my dick hard and my brain useless. I replied to him. 'Yes, sir. I've only just got off work, I need to head home and clean up before I can get to you. It will take me half an hour to get to you, once I'm done. Is that okay?' I set off driving faster than I usually would, feeling desperation to meet the man who had started changing me. I didn't live far from work, my office only being fifteen minutes away. I didn't check the time when I'd got home and almost snapped my key in the lock, trying to speed up every action on my way. I knew I'd got home in record time, almost running a red light. I had to get to him, I needed his dick. I needed another load. I got a message after I'd cleaned out and got in the shower. Before I dried myself I tried to read it, but the water on my hands made my phone unresponsive. I dried off, telling myself to take my time. After what had felt like a lifetime, I got my hands back on my phone to read the message he'd sent back to me: 'take your time boy ill wait. Let me know when your setting off'. My body felt the same electricity as before. I'd worked my hole the last two nights thinking of this god of a man, hoping it wasn't a one off. My dick sprung up as I dressed myself, making me realise I wouldn't need that much. I pulled a jockstrap on, with jeans over the top and a simple t-shirt to cover my top half. Plenty. I picked up my keys before sending a message to my gift giver, 'Setting off in 2 minutes. Any instructions?' I didn't have to wait long before I got a reply, 'bring poppers and lube if you want it.' Before I left, I grabbed an unopened bottle of poppers and some silicon lube. Gun Oil was a great option for fisting, hoping I'd be able to feel his wrists again. I'd also used some scissors to take the plastic seal off of the fresh poppers. I was determined to enjoy myself. I ran down to my car, started the engine and set off to the nameless top's apartment. My dick got hard multiple times during my journey. I kept thinking of our last encounter, trying not to use my off hand to rub my dick. Once I'd arrived, I pulled my phone out and sent a new message, 'Here, sir. Same as last time?' I took my time getting out of my car letting my jeans slip down, exposing the top band of my jock hoping someone might see. I felt like a slut, but enjoying it. ~bzzt~ I grabbed my phone before the vibration had stopped, 'leave the door open'. I read it three times, figuring that I was to strip at the door and head into the bedroom, but leave the door as I found it. My mind raced. Had he invited another top? My dick got hard again, but I ignored it, trapped in my jock's pouch. Now wasn't the time. I moved towards the front door, locked my car and pocketed my keys. The door was still unmanned and the door to my left was ajar, same as last time. I pushed the door open, but only half closed it, as instructed. Taking off my clothes, I left my jockstrap on as I grabbed my poppers and walked down the hallway and into the bedroom illuminated by porn. The same compilation was playing on the TV behind me, I heard familiar videos. My new favourite person was in the same position as I'd met him in; sat on the wide, padded chair next to his bed, legs spread and cock erect, working it slowly. "I told you to strip last time. Jockstrap wasn't part of it," he said sternly. I paused before hooking my thumbs over the waistband and starting to pull it down. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't think," I blabbered at him. "Keep it!" He shouted, before I had pulled it down too far. "Put it back on. I like it. Just let me know, next time. I didn't tell you to wear anything. You're lucky I like it," he warned. I blushed and moved forward again. Lifting my hand, I showed him the fresh poppers I'd brought with me, as he'd asked. I hoped he'd be placated by my following of one of his demands. "Huff them. Suck me." Shaking the bottle, I opened it and sniffed at the bottle's rim as hard as I could. Once I'd taken three hits, I dropped to my knees and started working my mouth down the thickest cock I'd known. I struggled to begin with, forgetting just how wide this man's dick was. I opened my jaw as wide as I could, letting my spit dribble past my lips and onto his shaft. Moving my head down and wrapping my lips around my teeth, I sucked his beer can cock for all I was worth. "That's enough lube," I heard. I pulled my self up and off his member, as I looked up at him through watery eyes. "You look so good like that, boy. Choking on my dick. I'm gonna fuck you," he said to me. I could barely respond. Instead, I nodded at him and grabbed the poppers to make it easier for myself. Two more hits as I stood and pivoted to the bed. "On my back, or on my front, Sir?" I asked, hesitating before I climbed up. "Neither. You're gonna ride me," he said. The top grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back, sliding past my chest. He paused for a second to lift my chin and kiss me, before using his elbows to move backwards onto the bed and using a finger to beckon me to him. I followed his finger over his thighs, his hard, shiny dick and meeting him face to face for another passionate kiss. "Part of me didn't expect you to reply. I didn't know if you'd chicken out for a second round. I was worried you'd gone for PEP." I shook my head, "no, Sir. I've been horny since I left on Saturday." I spat on my hand and rubbed the saliva over my hole, before I lifted his impressive cock upwards to line up with myself. As I felt us both line up, I pushed down onto him. "Ohh," I moaned, as he stretched me open. "You're so thick, Sir. Thank you." Pushing down more, I felt my ass cheeks reach his pelvis. He was balls deep inside me already. I was glad that I'd spent our time apart on toys. "You're a good little cunt," he said to me, looking me in the eye. "Tell me you've come back for another toxic load, boy. Tell me you're a filthy bug chaser. Are you on prep?" "No, Sir. No prep for my hole. I want more toxic cum, I've come to get your dirty load, Sir. I'm a filthy bug chaser," I replied. My dick was straining in my jockstrap, leaking precum into the fabric. "Mmm, fuck yeah. Dirty little bitch. Fuck yeah," he muttered. His arms moved under my legs, half supporting me as I rode him. "Loose cunt's my favourite. Love when a boy can take my dick like you. Fuck yes, boy!" He went on and on, making my dick hard. "Tell me you're infecting me, Sir," I begged. I wanted to hear him say it again. "Toxic precum in my hole?" I asked. "That's right, bug hole. I'm pumping toxic precum inside you. I'm not gonna pull out. And I've got a surprise for you, boy. Tell me you want a surprise tonight." My legs worked up and down, pumping his dick with my hole as I spoke. "I want you inside me, Sir. Don't pull out, give me that surprise, Sir. I'll take it." I lifted my hands off the bed and onto his muscly chest, starting to move my thumbs over his nipples. "Good boy. Just keep riding. Play with my tits. Good boy," he said and we lapsed into nothing but moans and kisses for the next few minutes. The door closed behind me. I was still riding and I leaned up and stopped moving. I looked down at the man beneath me, not knowing what to do. "Keep going," he said to me. I did as I was told, feeling fear. I knew my hole had tightened up in the moment of panic and I tried to relax. Deciding to obey, I reached for the little brown bottle and huffed twice, before capping it and returning to our previous rhythm. Footsteps behind me told me we weren't alone. "Nice." I heard behind me, keeping my eyes on my gifter's fact. He wasn't looking at me, but instead at the man who entered the room. "Welcome back," my top said with a grin. "Thanks. Glad to see you're sharing my strain." "Fuck yeah, I told you I wanted to gift. He's my first. Help me," the man beneath me said, with a sinister grin. He looked back at me and said, "This is your surprise. I invited my gifter to give you a dose, boy. Enjoy us both. Now don't move." I did as I was told, I steadied myself, as far down my top's dick I could get. Starting with a deep breath, I inhaled the poppers again. I continued as I listened to the man behind me undressing and spitting on his dick. On the fifth huff, I felt another dick pressing against my hole. I did my best to relax and let him in, holding myself in position at the same time. "Ahh!" I cried, feeling a second man push inside me. "Fuck!" "Like that boy? Two poz dicks?" The man behind asked. "I pozzed the bloke under you. He's got a fat cock. Knew he'd make a good gifter. Glad I got him. Glad he invited me to fuck the fist cunt he found. Nice cunt," he said into my ear before he started fucking me hard. I was reduced to a moaning lump. I could barely move, collapsed on my dom's chest. My top whispered in my ear, as he slowly and gently moved his hips. "Just relax boy, take another hit of poppers." He fed me poppers whilst I was pinned between his and his gifter's chests. "Enjoy this, boy. What could be better than poz cock?" He asked, with a smug tone. "Two poz cocks," he answered himself with a chuckle. I nodded whilst I moaned in pleasure, unable to do anything else. I huffed poppers and obeyed. I enjoyed the sensation of two bare dicks inside me at the same time, stretching me out. I'd felt similar from a fist, but nothing quite captured the same sensation. Both men moved at different speeds and force, making it completely different from taking a fist or big toy. I never wanted it to end. "I'm getting close," I heard from the man behind me. "I'm gonna cum. Tell me you want it, cunt!" Assuming it was supposed to be me, I mustered up the words. "I want your cum. Breed me!" He forced his dick as deep as he could get it before grunting for a few moments. "Take it. Take it. I'm so fucking poz. Take it." I moaned as he thrust in and spoke as he pulled out, "Thank you. Thank you for that poz load." I kissed the man I was still riding. "You're welcome, slut. I hope you get my strain. From me or him. Good luck, chaser slut," he said before dressing quickly and leaving again. We heard the door open and close again while we were kissing. "Thank you, Sir. That was a great surprise. Was he really your gifter?"I asked. "Yeah. He fucked me poz," he replied with grin. "I fucking loved double fucking you like that. Your cunt felt great. Do you want another load?"

Nice. As a married man and also a bottom I understand exactly how that is. I’ve cheated with women as well but there is nothing like running off as a married man to take cock.

I woke up and discovered I was locked in a dungeon with a dildo, blindfolds were on and my pussy was stretched open. Then a cock appeared at my ass. "More cock please" I said in a very sexy voice. I had a dripping wet pussy and it was soon replaced with a big cock. Whoever owned this cock knew what to do with it. Spon I discovered it was my uncles in my pussy and ass but I didn't know which uncle was where. The anticipation of not knowing the cock owner in my pussy made me cum harder.

Please share when they do cum and use you. Nothing like a good rotation on a well used hole. See if you can plant yourself is there potable bathroom! And just be waiting for them lol

The world is watching. The USA & the world DO NOT need TRUMP. (from Australia)

True, @bonsoir, but nowadays guys fuck raw all time the time, everywhere in Australia. Think about the kinky stuff that went on in the loft or the basement. Where does that happen now?

The vote was close. Like, razor close. 47 in favor, 45 opposed. Rod and a man who looked old enough to be Brock's great grandfather were the deciding votes. After the succession was approved, Uncle Dale called Walt up. Walt brought out his tattoo equipment. Brock chose the inside of his left bicep and Walt set to work. While Walt worked, many of those who had voted against succession left. Those who remained seemed to be eager from the break from official business. Many stripped down to underwear or less and began "socializing." Brock had never seen so many dicks in one room before. It was honestly hot. After Walt wrapped up the orange scorpion tattoo, Uncle Dale called the room back to their seats. It was customary for every Jarl to poz one last time in celebration of their lifetime of work. Dale, however, had a different plan. He wanted instead to celebrate with Brock's first pozzing. Brock was very okay with this plan. Especially when he realized the only negative hole in the room was Dr. Shah. The crowd gathered around as Dr. Shah approached Brock, lust in his eyes. Brock peeled himself out of his too-tight v-neck. He grabbed Dr. Shah behind the neck and pulled the doctor's face to his chest. Dr. Shah's wiry black beard mingled with Brock's reddish chest hair as Dr. Shah's tongue lapped at brock's skin. He made a brief stop at Brock's nipple before continuing on. Brock realized he had never had anyone play with his armpit, but Dr. Shah seemed hell bent on it. Brock raised his arm and without hesitation, Dr. Shah buried his face in the darker hair. He alternated lingual worship with deep inhalation of Brock's natural scent. Brock trembled a little at the new sensations. His prick was straining against the jock he'd selected for tonight. He twisted his fingers in Dr. Shah's shaggy black hair and pressed him deeper into his musky pit. Dr. Shah eagerly took in all that he could before Brock tugged on his hair, breaking their connection. "Labas cpeheit ra dar biavar" Brock commanded. He had been practicing for the next time he saw Dr. Shah. Dr. Shah's shock was evident on his face. Even Uncle Dale looked impressed. Dr. Shah began to peel his clothes off as ordered until he stood in front of Brock in nothing but his white Calvin Klein briefs and his calf-length socks. His coarse black body hair and olive skin contrasted nicely with the white. Brock unbuckled his belt and began unbuttoning the fly of his jeans. Dr. Shah fell to his knees before the second button was undone and took over. Brock's generous member was crammed in the pouch of his jock, limiting how hard he could get, but that didn't stop Dr. Shah. Like a newborn kitten mouthing blindly for its mom's teat, he tried in vain to get at Brock's cock. Brock once again twisted his hand in Dr. Shah's hair, but this time he wrenched the man's head away from him firmly. Dr. Shah gulped. Brock pulled the pouch of his jock to the side and his cock immediately swelled to its full size. Dr. Shah was like a rabid dog trying to get at the haunch of meat between brock's legs. He pulled hard against Brock's grip on his hair, but to no avail. Brock picked up a generous glob of his precum - his confirmed poisonous precum - on his thumb and offered it to Dr. Shah. The nearly naked man devoured it eagerly. Brock eased his grip just enough that Dr. Shah could inch closer to his hooded prick. Dr. Shah's moans gradually became whimpers the longer he was denied his prize. Brock placed just the tip of his dick on the doctor's tongue and Dr. Shah went feral, lapping every inch of his dick he could reach and swallowing every drop of virus-laced precum. While the doctor was blissfully sucking whatever parts of Brock's cock he could reach, Brock was gradually forcing his dick further and further in. It wasn't until Brock's member hit the back of Dr. Shah's throat that the doctor realized how much cock he had in his mouth - or how much more there was to go. Panic set in on Dr. Shah's face as the realization struck him. As soon as Brock saw his demeanor shift, Brock forced the rest of his cock in. Dr. Shah's eyes bulged and watered as he gagged. Still Brock held him there - until all the doctor could do was plead with his eyes for air. Brock withdrew his cock slowly and as soon as Dr. Shah could he began gulping as much air as possible. He suspected Brock wouldn't give him long to breathe. And he was correct. Brock was already steadily forcing his his member in again, his iron grip on the doctor's hair unflinching. They repeated this cycle three more times. The last time Dr. Shah thought he was going to pass out before Brock eased his prick out of his throat. Everything Brock did was very slow and deliberate. As the doctor panted, Brock retrieved a chair and turned the back toward him. "Khodat ra kham kon," Brock commanded and Dr. Shah eagerly bent over the back of the offered chair.

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.

This story is a combination of true events, furnished with extra details and embellished to make it hotter for all of you. So, enjoy, and be sure and let me know what you think; I would be happy to add more adventures! It was a Friday night. Payday, so you know where I was heading After work I made my way down to see my dealer, a big burly black man by the name of Clarence. I loved going to see Clarence, because Clarence had a thing for submissive little sissies like me! I made sure I had all my sissy gear I would need for the long weekend ahead as I knew visits to my dealer's house frequently lasted much longer than a few hours. But I was ready and willing. It had been a few weeks since I'd been able to score any Tina, due to my having spent too much of my previous paycheck on a sexy new outfit and a wonderful new silicon dildo. But now I was all Dressed up in my heels, corset, matching pink bra with my fake titties in, some sexy Pink panties and Pink yoga pants that showed off the nice round bubble butt Clarence loved so much. I had done my makeup to perfection, shaved smooth all over, cleaned out and ready to get wrecked. I pulled into Clarence's Driveway and took a deep breath. Here we go... My knock at his door was greeted by a deep voice from behind it. "Who is it?: the voice Demanded. "Just a little cockslut looking for her friend Tina." I replied in my best girly voice. The door opened, and a wave of thick smoke rolled out; I could smell good weed and Crystal. My clitty started to leak into my panties. "Come on in you little slut, we were just about to get this party started!" Clarence laughed as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I could see several good looking black men who I had never met before lounging on the couch. They took turns taking rips off of Clarence's Tina bong that I loved so much. several blunts were also making their way around the room. A handsome mulatto handed me a blunt and said "Careful, I sprinkled some crystals in these motherfuckers, so take it easy fi you don't want to get too fucked up. By the way, I'm Tyrone." He smiled as I took the Tina-laced blunt from him and his eyes got wide when he saw me take three deep hits and let loose a flurry of little smoke rings. "I'm here to get fucked up and take any and all cocks all night baby, so don't worry about me. There's no such thing as too fucked up." Tyrone laughed and gave me a grin that went ear to ear. "Oooh baby, we gonna have a good time with you tonight!" Clarence had come up behind me while I was talking to Tyrone, and with one swift movement, he picked me up like a rag doll and tossed me onto the bed in the corner. "let me introduce you to my boys. You seem to have met Tyrone already. These other young bucks here are Jamal, Billy, and Jake the Snake. Now I know your bitch ass is clean as a whistle, but tonight if you want these cocks, youre gonna have to join our little club." Clarence smiled at me as I lay spread on the bed, ogling the fine specimens of man meat in front of me, and I could tell by the growing bulges in their pants that they liked what they saw too. "all of my boys here are Poz, you know what that means, don't you slut?" my eyes widened and I nodded. I had told Clarence about my secret fantasy of finally letting him convert me, I just hadn't expected him to work out a party like this though. "I want you to acknowledge that once you get one of our cocks in your hole, there's no going back. By the end of this adventure, you will be our little Poz Slutboi slave. You will be bred by all of us tonight, and you will take the load of anyone I say, whenever I say. Do you accept slut?" "Yes Daddy, I want to be your fuckhole, a slave to Black Cock and Poz cum." Was my reply. Clarence smiled his evil smile and nodded to Jamal. Jamal stood up, he was shorter and stockier than Tyrone and Clarence, but I could tell from the shape in this pants that he was packing some serious Black Cock. "Does this bitch take piss?" he asked Clarence. "She does what I say man, and I say she does." "You heard the man you little whore, get on your knees." Trembling with excitement (Clarence knew I loved to take Tina piss) I dropped to my knees at Jamal's feet and opened my mouth as wide as I could. Jamal unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick uncut cock. I guessed it was about 9" long and thick as a coke can. once his cock was free, I leaned forward and took the tip in my mouth, savoring the taste of his foreskin. My tongue sliding between the sheath and head of his beautiful Black Cock as I took the tip completely into my mouth. Jamal moaned as I felt the first of his precious Tina piss start to flow into my mouth. Not wanting to waste a single drop I began to suck and swallow his golden drug laced piss as fast as I could. He had a lot to give, so it took all my skill not to let it overflow and waste any. By the time Jamal's bladder was empty my head was spinning from the massive rush I was experiencing. The guys must have been parTying for a few days prior to my arrival, because his T piss was STRONG! By this point my panties are soaked with my sissy juice and I'm begging for more. "Let's give this bitch what she wants boys!" Clarence boomed, giving the signal for Tyrone, Billy and Jake to join in the fun. Tyrone's cock was a beautiful veiny 10" fuckstick, not as thick as Jamal's, but with a fat mushroom head with yummy looking foreskin. Billy was sporting a semi-hard 9" uncut tool that dripped thick ropes of precum constantly. Clarence of course had a gorgeous 11" cock with a fat head and pronounced veins. I had taken his beautiful Black fuckstick to the hilt on many occasions, so I knew These other guys would be no problem. "I bet you're wondering how ol' Jake here got his name, huh," Clarence asked "Hes something of a freak of nature, maybe its best if you just see for yourself." Clarence gave Jake a nod, and the statuesque black god dropped his pants. My jaw must have hit the floor, because I was looking at the biggest, thickest, blackest monster cock I had ever seen. Not even my biggest toys would have prepared me for this Anaconda. Jake's massive Black tool hung 10" flaccid with thick foreskin that barely covered the bulbous cockhead I could see peeking out. His heavy low-hanging balls caught my attention, the size of small oranges and undoubtedly filled with delicious black sperm. Jake began to slowly work his shaft to its full glory, as the others gathered around me and started to rub their cocks on my face. My mouth instinctively opened as I bathed in the scent of their cocks. Tyrone took his place in front of me and shoved his now rock-hard cock in my waiting mouth. As I began to work his cockhead with my tongue, My hands found the cocks of Jamal and Billy, while Clarence ripped a hole in my yoga pants so that they could get at my fuckhole. Jake, who's Anaconda had reached full size stood off to the side, a full 14" of meat stood straight out from his muscled body, The girth of that monster I could only guess had to be at least 3 inches wide, with a head that probably exceeded that. I was glad that Clarence would keep me full of Tina and poppers for the next few days, So I relaxed and accepted my fate. I felt at home on my knees serving the cocks of my big Black Masters. Clarence told Jake to mix me up a strong booTy bump, and my clitty leaked when I felt his fingers on my hole. He spit on my boipussy and began to loosen me up with his fingers. Through my nightly solo fuck sessions with my toys at home, my hole reacted with practiced ease, opening to his advances, almost sucking at his fingers, begging for more. Jake approached with the syringe. It looked like Clarence had him mix the Tina with My favorite Cum-Lube, and he had a big load for me it looked like! Jake handed Clarence the drugs and then joined the circle of cocks around me, taking Billy's place as Billy replaced Tyrone in my mouth. Clarence pushed the syringe into my hungry pussy hole and deposited the thick gooey drug-laced lube deep inside me. "You better not lose a drop bitch," he warned "If any leaks out, I'm taking it out on your ass!" Clarence withdrew the cumtube and I clenched my hole to prevent any precious Tina from escaping. "Good girl," he said "keep in in till I say otherwise slut. that's an order." I could already feel the stimulant absorbing into my bloodstream, making me hornier than I ever thought possible. I began to moan around Billy's thick cock as I took him in my throat. It felt so good to have his balls slapping my chin as he face fucked me. the precum that perpetually flowed from his shaft tasted so good, and I tried to swallow as much as i could, but there was so much, and he was fucking my mouth violently, so some dripped from my chin and onto my fake tits, splattering onto my pink bra and making my tits all slippery. I took advantage of the extra fuck lube to work the cocks in my hands, switching from Tyrone to Jamal, and trying to fit my other hand around Jake's Impossibly huge Cock. "let me have a shot at her pussy" Tyrone said "Its about time I showed this little cocktease what this thing can do to a hungry hole like that." "Have at 'er bud" Clarence replied with a smile, " I want to see her try to fit Jake's famous hole-wrecker in her mouth." He laughed as Jake took a position in front of me while Tyrone moved around behind, and pressed his fat cockhead against my hole. My ass was twitching with anticipation, as I stretched my mouth wide to try and accept Jake's massive tool. I was barely able to fit the monstrous head of his cock into my mouth, but Clarence came around with a fresh bottle of poppers and made me take four deep hits to loosen me up. I was then able to work the first few inches in and out of my mouth, my throat beginning to stretch painfully. But I didn't care, I was just a set of holes to be fucked and filled with seed. Both my hand were now needed to work the rest of Jake's massive length, So Billy and Jamal stood back and began to load more crystal into Clarence's big bong. A single drop of the previously inserted booTy bump dribbled down my smooth sissy balls. Tyrone scooped up the leak with his cock and began to rub his head against my hole. "Looks like we got a leak here Clarence, Want me to teach this slut a lesson?" Clarence looked me in the eyes and spoke two words to Tyrone witch made me certain I was in for one wild ride. "Wreck her." Tyrone needed no further instructions, and thrust his thick veined fuckstick into my pre-lubed and hungry boipussy, sliding in balls deep with one stroke. I let out a muffled moan of ecstasy around Jake's monster cock, as Tyrone slowly began to withdraw his cock, till I felt his thick head pop out and my hole gaped. Tyrone's cockhead was a good deal thicker than his shaft, so it made the most delicious feeling as it popped in and out of my dripping sluthole, scooping up cumlube that bubbled up from my hungry ass. As he began to get into his fuck-groove, his cockhead rubbed my P spot in such a way that my little clitty began to spurt little ropes of pre with each stroke, beginning to pool in my tattered yoga pants, making a big wet spot and dripping down my legs. I felt so feminine, being used by five beautiful Big Black Cocks! Clarence could see that I was having trouble handling Jake's tool, so he mercifully told him to swap places with Jamal so he could hit the bong. As he pulled his massive black snake from my throat I gasped and quickly began moaning with pleasure from the hard Fucking I was receiving on the other end. As Jamal began his assault on my helpless throat, I felt Tyrone's pace begin to increase. "Are you ready for your first load of the night bitch?" Tyrone grunted, his strokes getting harder and shorter, betraying how close he was to shooting his hot seed in me. Jamal removed his fuckstick from my mouth just long enough for me to say "Please breed me Daddy! Give me that Black Seed!" That was all Tyrone needed, as he thrust once more balls deep into my hole, Hist fat cockhead pushing past my second ring of muscle to reach a full 10" inside of me. I could feel his cock thicken and twitch as he began to pump his hot Toxic load into my hole. "Take my Toxic sperm you whore!" he shouted as his balls emptied out into me. I could almost feel the Poz sperm working it's way into my guts, converting me, making me a worthless cum dump for these Black Gods of Cock. "Who wants next?" Tyrone panted, his cock, still hard stayed lodged deep in my hole, keeping his load secure. Billy stepped forward, dripping fuckstick throbbing in his hand. "Yo, let me at that hole bro, I wanna know if her ass is as good as her mouth." "Aight, but first things first, I gotta piss now, and since I'm already balls deep in this ho, why not empty out right here!" I felt a burning deep inside me as Tyrone let loose a torrent of Chem Piss into my pussy. I began to feel full and his Toxic T piss tingled In my ass as my head began to spin. I was barely able to concentrate on Jamal's cock in my mouth. Now drained of Poz seed and piss, Tyrone pulled his cock from my sloppy hole, the huge uncut head popping from my hole with a wet sound. Clarence had come up with a cup to catch any cum and piss that were sure to flow from my well-fucked ass, when Tyrone's cock popped free, I squirted a good deal of his piss and cum into the cup. "Let's save that for later" Clarence said, and poured the mixture into a large jar he had on the table. My boipussy ached to be filled again, and I moaned and begged for someone to fuck me. Billy took up his place, and lined up his dripping shaft with the gaping cunt I had developed. "I hope you're ready bitch, Cuz I'm not stoppin' 'till I breed that whore cunt of yours!" I felt Billy's thick shaft penetrate my pussy, and my mind went blank, I was just a pussy to be fucked, and I loved it! The piss and cum Tyrone had left in me squished around Billy's shaft as he pounded me, his own Toxic precum mixing with the other fluids that had been pumped into me, every stroke of his cock made delicious wet slurping noises, and I began to feel that one cock wasn't enough now. "please double fuck me Daddy, I need to feel two of your big Black Cocks inside me at once!" I begged Clarence, "Stretch my pussy to the limit!" Together, the boys moved me to the bed and I straddled Billy, taking his shaft in one smooth stroke, and Clarence positioned himself above me and lined his cock up with my hole. I moaned while Jamal fed me more poppers and shotgunned Tina smoke into my mouth. Clarence began to push his fat uncut tool in alongside Billy's Cock. It was good that Billy pumped out so much precum, As my hole was sloppy with it, and Clarence easily got his mushroom cap in alongside the dripping shaft in my hole. As I felt him begin to piston his 11" monster into me Billy also started to pump in and out. Soon the sound of hard sloppy fucking and lewd moans filled the room. Two cocks in my ass, and I still wanted more. Seeing that I was ready for them, Jamal and Jake took up positions on each side and I took turns taking their cocks in my mouth and stroking their huge black shafts. The tightness of my boipussy was causing Clarence and Billy to sweat, Their fucking increasing to a frenzied pace. I saw the warning signs and felt their cocks twitch and spasm together, both releasing torrents of Toxic Poz Jizz into my fertile cunt. When I felt the explosion of their combined orgasms in my guts, my clitty began to flow. Girlcum squirting from my clitty with each stoke or their cocks as they worked their loads into the walls of my boipussy. Spent for the moment, Clarence and Billy withdrew their cocks and Tyrone was there to catch the Seed that tried to leak out of my now stretched and ruined asscunt. This was added to the jizz jar on the table. Feeling empty again, I knew I had to have Jamal next, I'd been eyeing his fat shaft all night. "Come on big boy, I need your cum in me now" I moaned seductively to Jamal, giving his cockhead a long lick and a kiss as I looked up into his eyes. "Oh, I'm gonna wreck that pussy bitch, You're gonna need a good stretching to get you ready for my boy Jake! Hes been itching to see how much of his Bitch Destroyer you can get up into you." Jamal Gave me a slap on the ass and moved around to get his cock in place. Clarence and Billy were laying back on the couch passing another Tina blunt, and Tyrone was mixing me up another big booTy bump. "You're gonna need it for ol' Jake the Snake here, And just so you know, hes been off his meds for a while now, so my homie is Toxic as fuck by now!" The thought of Jake's monster shaft Wrecking me all night in a drug-fueled fuck haze really got me going, and I backed myself onto Jamal's Big Black Cock. The double fucking had loosened me up enough to take Jamal's Coke can thickness without too much trouble, and I was bouncing up and down on his shaft in no time. I could feel every vein and contour of his cock as I took his full length with each stroke, His hips bucking in time with my pace so that his cum-filled balls slapped my ass with a hypnotic rhythm. Clarence blew smoke in my mouth before Jake stuffed it with his impossibly large cock, and Billy held a bottle of poppers to each nostril so I was forced to take hits till he removed them. After six or seven hits my vision began to get foggy and I had no control of my body. I was a ragdoll in the hands of these Black Beasts, just a toy to be used and filled with Poz Seed. "I'm ready for round two" Tyrone declared, his 10" fuckstick now returned to its full throbbing glory "I wonder if the bitch can take three at a time" Clarence said, more to himself than anyone in particular, but Billy seemed to relish the thought. "My dick's ready to go again, why not see what the can take. Gotta get her ready for Jake too, So It's probably a good idea." I was pretty much unconscious from the pleasure overload I was receiving at this point, so I couldn't have objected, even if I wanted to. Jamal scooted down to the edge of the bed, with me still impaled on his shaft. Tyrone got up on the bed and slid in easily. Now, Billy stood in position and began to push his cock into my already overstuffed pussy. With an audible pop that send shivers down my spine Billy's fuckstick slid in next to those of Tyrone and Jamal. I let out my loudest moan yet and felt my clitty start to flow again. I figured I must have been dry by now, but I guess I was wrong As the three Monster cocks began to pump in and out of my stretched and ruined hole I could feel my P spot Working overtime, sissy juice spurted from my clitty all over Jamal's Stomach and I squealed with pure pleasure. Clarence had moved around to dangle his semi-hard Blacksnake in front of my face, teasing me. "I figured you could use some refreshment slut" he said as he began to piss into my waiting mouth. Not wanting to spill any, I latched onto his cockhead and started sucking and swallowing his Toxic Chem Piss. I managed to swallow every last drop, and now I was truly feeling the rush now. All done pissing, Clarence wiped his cock off all over my face and gave me a few good slaps with it for good measure, then returned with the poppers. The feeling of three Big Black Cocks pounding my boipussy was only enhanced my my Tina rush and the poppers that Clarence fed me, my hole getting sloppier and sloppier by the minute. "Aw shit, I'm gonna but in this bitch's Hole soon!" Gasped Jamal "You ready for this Pox nut bitch?" "Mmmmmfffffff!" was all I could manage with Jake's huge cockhead stuffing my mouth, but Jamal (correctly) Interpreted it to mean "Yes Daddy, Fill me with your Toxic Sperm!" "Here it comes slut!" Jamal grunted with each stroke, and with one final push, lodged his cock balls deep and unloaded his poison all over the cocks of Tyrone and Billy as they continued to piston into my ass. The added lubrication of Jamal's load caused the others to quicken their pace, and soon they both added their second load each into my now abused and broken cunt. Clarence was quick to catch the tidal wave of sperm that burst forth when the boys pulled out, and now, the jar was getting full. I lay exhausted on the bed, my destroyed boipussy twitching, feeling so empty and still hungry for more. "Well boys,it looks like its time for big Jake to have his way with this little skank" Clarence said to the gang, "think she's ready?" Jake stood up, all 14" of glorious uncut cock throbbing and dripping, the syringe with my next booTy bump in his hands. "Ready or not, here I come..." To be continued!!! Hey guys, If you liked my story and want to hear more installments of my Sissy adventures, let me know. Be sure to let me know any if there are any ideas you would like to share, situations or fantasies I can weave into my story. Anyway, enjoy, and let me know if you want more!!!

Great uncle put some gel on my pussy it made my pussy tingle. "What's that for?" I asked. "It's to help you relax and enjoy yourself" he replied. "I'm very relaxed and tingly" I said. He put some on his cock and rubbed it in. His cock was big and long the way I liked it. He started rubbing my pussy with his thumb very slowly. "Oooh this does feel really good" I said. He then put a vibrator on a very slow setting to begin with, slowly ramping up the power. "Ooooohhhhh myyyyy gooooodddd" I said having massive multiples. "That's my super strength intense orgasms lube' he said as he slowly put his cock in my fertile wet pussy. The sex was the most intense I'd had in a long time. My great uncle was the best.