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I've wanted to tell this story for a while now. It happened in the mid 90s, and no one has ever known about it, apart from the other person involved, and I honestly think he would be happy to share it now too. I had known Jamie for a few years, he was a friend of one of my closest friends and I had met him at various social events although I didn't know him particularly well. In the mid 90s, just before he turned 30, Jamie became ill and was diagnosed with an AIDs related condition. Over the next few months, Jamie lost quite a bit of weight - but otherwise his body did not change much. Internally, it was a different matter and he was taken to hospital suffering from severe pneumonia. He was not expected to survive, but he did, although the doctors said he would be unlikely to survive another serious illness. Jamie had no partner and his family didn't want to know him, so my friend Paul decided to take him in and a group of us decided to look after Jamie between us and make sure he had everything he needed. I quite often sat with Jamie when Paul was at work at the weekends and we enjoyed each other's company. Over the next couple of months we got to know each other quite well. Paul was working on Christmas Day that year and I said I would be happy to sit with Jamie. I arrived in the early afternoon and we talked for a while. Then I helped Jamie take a shower and stood with him while he took a nice long piss in the toilet. Soon he was sitting comfortably up in bed in clean T-Shirt and underpants. I made us a drink and we talked for a while longer. After a while, the talk turned to sex, and Jamie told me how much he missed it. We began to talk about sex and Jamie confessed that he had always liked sex without a condom. "Do you want to know a secret?" I said Jamie nodded and I leant forward "So do I!" Jamie looked surprised. "You like sex without a condom?" he said and I nodded. "Fuck!" said Jamie Neither of us said anything for a moment and then I asked him "Are you hard?" Jamie nodded, "Yeah," he said "Are you?" I nodded too and stood up. Jamie looked at my cock sticking up in my trousers and then looked at me. I nodded and he reached up and began to rub my hard cock through my trousers. I pulled back the cover and saw Jamie's cock was hard in his pants. We stroked each other for a while and then I pulled his pants down, freeing his cock, and took it in my hands. I began to wank him gently. "Oh fuck!" he moaned "That's so good!" I wanked him for a while and then I pulled my jeans and pants down to my knees. "Why don't you suck my cock?" I whispered I moved closer to the bed and pushed my cock towards Jamie's mouth. He licked the tip and then took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me really well and this, together with the knowledge of what we were doing brought me very close and I knew that if I let him suck me for much longer I was going to cum in his mouth. I pulled my cock out of Jamie's mouth and took hold of his cock again. He had been wanking as he sucked me and his cock was super hard. I wanked him for while and then rubbed his balls. He lifted his legs and soon my finger found his arsehole. He moaned softly as my finger pushed into his arse and I began to finger his hole. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Oh fuck, I wish you could fuck me right now!" "Maybe I could," I said, but Jamie shook his head. "No," he said, "You can't fuck me." I wasn't sure what he meant. "Could you take it?" I asked, and Jamie nodded "Oh yes," he said with a grin, "I could take it - but it's way too much of a risk for you." "Let me worry about that," I said, and motioned to him to kneel up on the bed. I wasn't sure he was going to do it at first, but after a moment's hesitation, Jamie moved round and knelt up on the bed, presenting his naked arse to me. I pulled his cheeks apart and gently fingered his hole and then I pushed my tongue right up him. Jamie moaned as I licked his hole and after a while he said "You have to fuck me now!" He opened a drawer and passed me a small tube of lube. A few seconds later I was pushing the head of my cock into his arsehole. He groaned and told me not to stop but just to take it slowly. I pushed slowly but surely right up him and then gave him a moment to get used to my cock. Jamie sighed, "Fuck me!" he said Jamie's hole was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I started off slowly, pulling my cock all the way back and then pushing it back up him slowly, and then I began to fuck him a bit harder. I could tell that Jamie was enjoying the fuck every bit as I was. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!". I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard. We were both totally into the fuck now and after a while I told him I was going to cum in him. "Oh fuck, yes, yes!" he moaned as I began to shoot my load right into his arse. It felt like I was never going to stop as I shot more and more cum right up him. When I had finally finished cumming in him, I pulled out and he laid back on the bed. His cock was hard and he took hold of it and began to wank himself. I moved his hand away and, bending forward, I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him. He moaned as I sucked him and I could feel his cock getting harder in my mouth. I stopped sucking for a moment. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked him. "No way," he said "I can't do that!" I put my finger over his lips. "Do you want to fuck me?" I said again. After a moment of silence, Jamie nodded and I grinned at him. I'm not quite sure exactly what was going through my mind as I bent over the bed and pushed my arse out. I felt Jamie move in behind me and then I felt the head of his cock pushing into my now lubed arsehole and then I felt him push his cock right up me and begin to fuck. I knew what I was doing was madness, but I couldn't help myself - in that moment I wanted nothing more than for Jamie to fuck me and then cum right up me. Until a year or so before this, I had always been careful to practise safe sex, using condoms on every occasion and even reaching behind me every now and then to make sure that the guy fucking me still had his condom on - and now I was taking the biggest risk of all. I also wondered what my friends would say if they knew what I was doing. I knew they viewed me as someone who was very measured and made wise decisions both at work and in my personal life and as far as I knew, they all practised safe sex too. And now, here I was, bent over the bed, being fucked without a condom by a guy who had AIDS - I can't tell you how turned on I was! Jamie was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close. I was urging him on now, telling him to fuck me harder and moaning "Cum in me, fucking cum in me!" A few minutes later, Jamie cried out "Oh fuck!" and I felt his whole body shudder as he thrust hard up my arse and I knew he was cumming deep inside me. I was playing with myself as Jamie fucked me and the moment I felt his cum spurting into my unprotected arse, I shot another load of cum out in front of me, When he pulled out of me, I took Jamie's cock into my mouth and sucked him for a few minutes and soon he was back in bed. He was tired now and needing a rest. When Paul came home from work a couple of hours later, Jamie was sleeping, with his arms folded and a contented smile on his face. When Jamie woke up a couple of hours later, we had all had a meal together and then spent a very enjoyable evening. All the time, I could feel Jamie's load up my arse and I could tell he had shot a really big one up me. The next time I sat with Jamie was one of the last. He told me then how much he had enjoyed what we did and said I would never know how much it meant to him to feel so horny again and to feel wanted and loved. As for me, I couldn't stop thinking about what we had done and I knew it would not be long before I was taking more risks. Of course I knew there might well be consequences from what we had done on that Christmas afternoon - but I decided to cross that bridge if and when I came to it.

Two bottoms can keep each other much happier than two tops can

Chapter 16 I was panicking for a second, just like the last time he had walked in on us. But I quickly calmed down, because… well. Last time had tuned out amazing and this guy was just so fucking hot! Not to mention that Jamal´s body and cock had me completely unable to move away with my legs over his shoulders, even if I had tried. So after a few seconds pause, I relaxed and threw him what I hoped was a sexy grin, saying “You like to walk in on us, hm? Bet you had planned this again, right?” Looking to Jamal, who had stopped his fucking for a second. Before they could answer, I told them: ”So then, come here! Don´t just look, I want to feel you…” That’s where my newfound courage wavered, but I was pretty proud of myself nonetheless. Taron whistled. “Wow, you are… a lot more slutty than last time already! I wonder if the smoke and cock in your ass have anything to do with that?” he mocked me, then laughed, as Jamal resumed his fucking with a hard strike, making me gasp. Taron quickly shed the little clothing he still wore and came over in just a pair of white socks, which contrasted beautifully with his dark legs. I didn´t know where to look first: His defined chest, sexy smile or his rising cock! In the end, when he came closer, he made sure his cock won out by bringing it to ma face. I quickly gave it a lick and he laughed. “Such an eager slut! We´re gonna have you turned in no time!” He then bent down, gave me a sloppy kiss and grinned at me again like a child with his favorite toy, before making sure my mouth was as full of his cock as possible. The next few hours were a flurry of being mouth- and assfucked in all positions I had known so far and some more. The guys made sure that my ass was never empty of cock for more than a quick break of smoking up. And even then I was usually on my knees, one of their cocks in my hand, the other in my mouth. I was so glad about all of this! I didn’t bring up the topic of condoms again, since I figured it was too late for that now anyway and I was pretty sure they would´t use condoms today anymore whatever I said. “He has that thinking face again.” Taron said, looking down on me, bringing me out of my thoughts. I realized I had stopped working their cocks. “What did you think about Jakey?” “Well, this is all so crazy, really! Last week I couldn´t have imagined any of this! Not drugs, not bare, not multiple people. And I just thought I don´t know if that´s…” I stopped there, not wanting to kill the mood. Jamal looked at me with his signature sly grin. “And you don´t know if that´s a good tun of events? A good personal growth for you? A good path to continue down, as a locked slut for bare cock?” I meekly nodded. “Well, we can´t know for certain. But there are some pretty good indicators. For example, look up at us. How do you feel, Jakey? Honestly. Feel into yourself… You feel good, don´t you`? You have been thinking about this all week, wanted this to happen. And now you´re here, on your knees, servicing us…” I did as he told and… I couldn´t deny it. I felt alive, exhilarated even. Because of the drugs, for sure. But also because I was living my wildest fantasy right now! “You have fantasized about going bare, right? Taking multiple cocks at once? Being a slut for dominant fuckers?” I definitely couldn’t deny that. Bareback porn was all I had been watching. Always telling me it was great for porn, but being safe was more important. And that I couldn´t do, what was portrayed in some of the scenes. And… “Look at me, Jake!” Jamal ordered. I did. He held the pipe in his hands, heating it. “Tell me you don´t want to take a hit of this right now, if that´s what you feel. Otherwise, go for it…” I looked at the pipe for a second, the white smoke slowly starting to rise from the hole at the top. Jamal held the mouthpiece towards me and I put my lips on it, sucking in the smoke once more. Holding it inside, let it into my body, free my brain. Then letting it out slowly and looking back at Jamal. “Such a good boy Jake!” he said, caressing my head after giving the pipe to Taron. “Now slowly jerk our dicks again. Really feel them in your hands and look at them…” he continued, his words hanging in the air like a spell that I instantly followed, realizing I hadn´t even let go of their dicks while we had been talking. I stroked their hard, yet soft skin slowly up and down. I could feel their heat, their blood pumping. I felt like I could really feel their manliness through their beautiful cocks. Their veins, their glistening tips, their soft, dark skin gliding through my hands… “And now tell me what you want Jake. Follow your instinct, your nature. Speak your mind freely and don´t let us or anybody else hold you back. What do you truly want to do now? Think about things that your parents or your teachers told you? Ask questions like a little boy and be an uncertain and insecure child, debating pros and cons with us right now? Or…” he put a finger below my chin, making me look up at his body and face “…do you want to enjoy the here and now? Be the sexy little slut you showed us glimpses of already? Live like you have never done before, but always wished you could?” He took his hand away, letting ma gaze drop down to their erect towers of manliness again, feeling them in my hands and enjoying the view my position gave me. “Tell us now, baby! And act on it…” he let that linger for a moment, breaking my trance. “I…” I gulped, before continuing with a more steady voice. “I really want to enjoy this with you! And so much more! Please, let me be yours and use me!” I pleaded, looking up at them, before giving way to my most urgent instinct right now, which was devouring Jamals cock, pressing it down my throat, massaging it with my tongue and pressing my nose into his pubic hair while furiously jacking off Taron´s cock, before doing the same to him, before looking up at them again from being impaled onto Taron´s tower of manliness. They grinned approvingly, Taron, chuckling and pressing me down into him even more, while Jamal took my hand away from his cock and stood up. “I´m glad you´re so honest with us, Jakey! Now, let me give you a reward for that…”

Caught an active location tip on Sniffies to Google "Charles River Park 1" in Boston to be routed to a tiny parking lot adjacent to the Charles River near Harvard. It was a chilly night, but not freezing. I parked and noticed a few men in their cars, each one keeping an eye 👀 on the parking lot. There was a guy walking around, scanning the area, and it was clear what everyone was there for. A few cars left, and as the initial excitement died down, I exited my truck, threw on my jacket, and walked along the river path towards the boat house. The full moon, 🌕 shrouded in a hazy cloud cover, illuminated the path just enough. I spotted a man in a secluded part of the path and approached him. He was sitting on a tree stump, his giant, erect nipples exposed, and his mouth open. I teased his nipples, and he stood up, and we began a passionate embrace. Soon, three other men joined us, jerking off and sucking each other just a few feet away. The cold air made it a bit challenging to maintain an erection, but it added an exciting edge to the experience. We played with each other, showing off for the others. I knelt down and deep-throated his thick, white cock, swallowing his entire load. 💦👄💦 He sat back down on the stump and began sucking me off. One of the other three men left, leaving two behind. They approached us and started stroking me while I was being sucked off. I let my older, handsome daddy suck the other guy's cock while I made out with one of them, and we took turns tasting each other's dicks. I let one of the newcomers swallow my pent-up TWO-WEEK load. All in all, I spent about an hour there, with at least 40 uninterrupted minutes of pleasure between 6 and 7 PM. I'll definitely have to check this spot out again soon. 😉

Generally, I have found slings to be incredibly comfortable, and in most instances you can adjust the height so that the top has direct aim at your hole. I had a friend who gave me just the leather portion of the sling, I guess you would call that the seat. It was really comfortable. We didn't have the remaining pieces so we went to Hope Depot, got the remaining parts, and attached it to the ceiling in his hallway, which lead from the living room back to his bedroom. There were four of us, two of those guys who I had never met before. The one total top was very hot, never would have thought he was gay. He asked if I wanted to be the first to try it out and he would fuck me. I happily agreed. Now, he's big, he's really going to town on my ass. Then suddenly, the metal rods we used to attach the sling (or rather the seat) to the sealing suddenly came off. He had to catch me underneath, with his dick STILL in MY HOLE, and lower me gently on the hardwood floor, where he finished fucking me till he shot his load. Now, I am not sure if I was embarrassed, or afraid that I would break some bones in my back or crack my dumb ass head, but he continued on, and did a great job. When he finally shot his load, the other two guys were laughing their heads off, as I laid there on the hardwood floor, with my ankles now wrapped around his shoulders. That 'drop ceiling" did me in", and for the rest of the weekend, we had to maneuver around the sling, now on the floor, to get to the bathroom and bedroom. The guy was not pissed off, he was big enough and strong enough to hold me and still manage to keep his dick inside me. Funny follow up, the guy who "gave me" the sling had gone to Federal prison. That same weekend, his MOTHER called me and said ">>>>>>, do you have >>>>>'s sling? I was polite and respectful and said he owed me money and he would not be getting the sling back once he served his four years. It was very funny, talking to some kindly woman about her son's sling. I did not tell her it came out the drop ceiling with some guys's dick up my ass. I love slings and to this day, I fondly recall the day one became dislodged with a random dudes dick up my ass. Fun times!

Chapter 3: The message was clear: "Ready for round two, slut?" His fingers danced over the screen, typing out a swift response. "Always," he replied, a smug grin tugging at his lips. The memory of their last encounter still fresh in his mind, a thrill shot through him at the thought of pushing even further. The weeks of anticipation had only stoked the flames of his desire. Every time he saw a public restroom, every time he felt his asshole clench involuntarily at the thought of being filled and used, he knew he had to have more. The Snapchats had been a tease, a series of fleeting images that only served to fuel his craving for the painful pleasure that awaited him. He knew that this time would be different, that the anonymity of the public bathroom was a mere precursor to the depravity that awaited him in the privacy of his home. A week off work, the house to himself and fiancé working in the office. The day arrived with a sense of urgency, the minutes ticking by with painful slowness as he counted down to their rendezvous. His stomach fluttered with excitement and nerves as aussieanon pulled into the driveway, parking up. —— I opened the door revealing an apartment filled of photos of the fucktoy’s fiancé with their family. Inside, my new found fuck toy was waiting; blindfolded… took him long enough to get this place free. Blindfolded, like I asked him. Perfect. I announced by present through the door, “you ready”. I could smell the leather and musk the stupid slut had been sniffing beforehand. I walked in, he was taking a hit hit that filled fucktoy’s nostrils as I pushed him onto the bed, I pulled out my phone; the sound of a camera shutter clicking in the background. He didn’t know what was coming next, the sharp slap of my hand across his face without ceremony, the promise of his limits being stretched to their breaking point. The anticipation was a sweet torment, a symphony of lust and fear playing out in his mind. The bed dipped as Aussieanon's straddled fucktoy’s waist, the heat from his body a perfect balance with the head rush from the poppers. He felt the man's coarse fingers prodding at his slicked-up asshole, testing his readiness. "You're going to take it all, aren't you, slut?" the top growled, his voice thick with desire. Fucktoy nodded, his throat dry, unable to form words. The jock was removed with a pop, as he braced himself for the inevitable. The thought of the man's cock pushing inside was overwhelming, the pain quickly giving way to a deep, intense pleasure that made his toes curl. But that wasn’t going to happen just yet. Aussieanon flipped him round, lie on your back with your head at the edge of the bed, I’m going to use your throat and get you open. His cock slapped out, fucktoy couldn’t see a thing other than the shadow and cock suddenly slapped across his face. “Open”.

My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’ ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ To be continued???

My partner was on a business trip for a couple of days and was supposed to return on Monday, he left with the keys to my locked cock so I was left to find the loads I need to keep my holes full of cum over the weekend. I somehow organized the college student, the builder and one of his coworkers that already use me regularly to come over Friday afternoon for a night of fun, just a small gathering of hung men that can come many times in my hole 💦 They all arrived at the same time and I was already waiting for them naked, only wearing the cage on my cock, so they stripped too and we were having some drinks outside on the day bed, I was in the middle of the pile of naked bodies, we were all making out and hands were everywhere, focusing on my hole till the college student started lifting my legs and dove right in with his tongue, eating my hole like a pro, making me moan as his long tongue penetrated my hole, that was the trigger for builder and his friend and they presented me with their own cocks to suck. Bingo! soon after the friend started fucking my mouth and throat hard, as the builder switched with the college dude and started playing with my hole, teasing it with his cock head on my slick hole, till in one swift motion he was balls deep, I was groaning and my eyes were already tearing up from the throat fucking. If I didn't have my throat filled with a thick cock they could definitely see me smile lol after a few minutes of getting fucked hard the growling became louder and we realized that we were in my back yard and the neighbors could soon start hearing the action (definitely not the first time and we don't really give a fuck lol) but we decided to to move the action inside and I guided them down to the play area so we can let loose and not have any restriction. I was soon place on the fuckbench, with my hands and legs locked in the positions and I was spitroasted by the builder and the student in my mouth and his friend in my hole. i could barely fit the student in my mouth as he is so damn thick and soon he switched places and took his place behind me, teasing my hole with his enormous cockhead, and as I was cleaning the friends cock from my ass juices deep in my throat the student started pushing in, slowly and deliberately, making me groan from getting my hole so stretched around his cock till he was balls deep. he gave my a couple of seconds to adjust my insides before the pounding began. I was locked tight in place as he pummeled my hole hard, I'm sure he was putting on a show for the other men as he kept saying "you like mt big cock don't you slut? You love being my pussy boy", music to my ears! 20 minutes on non stop drilling till I was rewarded with the first load in my hole as they were cheering him on! He kept pumping till his cock softened up a bit and as he pulled out, the builder shoved all the way in in one swift move, my hole was so slick and open already he slipped in easily. then the routine began, one was fucking my hole as I was servicing the other two with my mouth, cleaning their cock and tasting they cum and my ass juices and repeat. After they all dumped their 9th load in me and the student began pounding me again for his 4th load I heard a familiar voice from the entrance, I looked up and I saw my partner. returned home earlier wanted to surprise me, watching me take one more cock adding to the 14 loads I already had in (I took a few loads earlier to prepare and stretch my hole haha) All he said was "sweet! I guess you are ready for all the boys I invited later to use you as a treat for not being here these few day" Since my guests already have met my partner and we all played together at some combination they quickly asked if they can hang in for the bigger event! From that moment on I had taken more than 50 loads, my hole was filled non stop by at lease one cock for a couple of hours I was also double penetrated by all men at least once, as my mouth was also used to get the men back hard, clean their cocks after they just dumped a load on me or drink their piss when they needed. I was there to served as they pleased. At some point I was laid back in the sling and someone started fisting me, he just slid right in after my hole was overflowing with cum and ruined by all the cock I took in me (some were pretty huge haha) I was so happy, fulfilling my duty, being used by all the men that my loving partner invited to use me and ruin my hole. Then they started leaving after dumping one final load till it was just my partner and the student and I was just leaving on the mattress, exhausted, covered by sweat and cum and piss, my hole was both buzzing and numb from the non-stop intense fucking I just got for nearly 9 hours. They both picked me up and was taken to the near bathroom, after I emptied my hole from all the loads directly onto my partners face as he was eating my used hole, I was placed in the large bathtub we have in the playroom shower room, that they filled with hot water and we shared a very intimate hot bath to relax my body and hole. After that the 3 of us went upstairs to the bedroom, I was laid on the bed and both men spooned me, keeping me warm and relaxed as I drifted to sleep, feeling my hole getting fucked by both of them during that time as they woke up hard. woke up all fresh and energized with my hole still leaking cum from all the men that used me and the loads my partner and the student dumped in me during my sleep! as I went downstairs I smelled that wonderful smell of pancakes and fresh coffee, watching my partner and the student cooking naked and as they saw me they started clapping their hands in my honor for being such a good cumdump (my partners words haha) I just kissed my partner and told him that I love him so fucking much for making me feeling so special by being used for both our pleasure and the student joined us for a quick 3way kiss before we sat down to have our breakfast and have a lazy start of the day. 🐷

LOVE it! Asses up side by side. Hoping for 2 tops 1 in each and trading off! If only 1 we'd tell him to nut in ass he liked best. The "loser" gets to clean tops cock and if he rises again gets to breed the other!

What a beautiful Christmas story. You gave Jamie a wonderful gift and hopefully he gave you one as well.

Totally agree. Why I bought one.

I have been poz, high toxic and not on meds for many years. I would love to feel Jamie's AIDS ☣ strains in me 😉 I want it deep inside me 🤪

I’m a vers bottom. Yes I love cock in my ass but one of my favorite scenes is to play with other bottoms Kissing, sucking, fingering—sometimes fisting-together can be so amazing. Admittedly, after a few hours of that, we’re both desperate for hard cock so we’ll call someone over. But the time with the other bottom is often the most passionate moments. Do you bottoms like playing with other bottoms?

PART 2 He pulled out of my ass, and I watched him get dressed again. Then my eye fell on his hip, where there was a tattoo of a scorpion. 'What a nice tattoo,' I said, 'I'm a scorpion too! November 17 is my birthday' The man let out a laugh and looked at me 'If you want a present you'll have to wait a little longer.... Maybe you'll get the same tattoo from me then.' I looked at him unsure of what he meant, but he didn't seem to care. The man bent down again and gave a kiss. 'Send a message if you want another load'. And before I knew it, the man was gone again. Naked I lay there, with my ass full of seed and a small cock that was still hard. ----------------------------- 'What have I done?' I think... I just let a random man, that I don't know, cum in my ass... Was this the right thing to do, I wonder...? Like, I didn't even check to ask him if he was tested recently.. It's not like I want to get a STD or something, you know? Ugh - why was I so irresponsible? Why did I act on my desires to please a man and just stop thinking about my own safety and health? It felt really nice though, I must admit. And it was really liberating to know that a man, and a super hot one, wanted to have sex with me - a disabled guy with a body that's non-conforming to Western beauty standards. It has been ages since I felt like someone wanted me, was lusting after me, wasn't taken aback by me, and most of all: could get an incredible hard-on and fuck me until he shot multiple of ropes of cum. Before I know it, I'm caressing my body, touching and twisting my nipple a bit, and putting a finger inside my ass. I feel my hole is gaping a little bit, at least, that's what I think is the case as I can easily fit two fingers inside myself. I feel my entire finger getting wet and slimy because of the cum, take it out again, and put it in my mouth.. Slowly I clean my finger and savour the taste of my hole mixed with the seed of this unknown dude... I felt my little dick twitch and saw a stroke of precum seep out. Quickly I scooped up the precum and put it in my mouth. Fuck, I felt so horny! I knew my horniness hadn't subdued: I was still as insatiable as I was before I got fucked which meant only one thing: I wanted another round of being impaled by a cock. I do have to ask the next one to use a condom, though.. Although it feels better without, I think I have to be responsible and careful, you know? As I open the apps again I'm scrolling through the list of possible candidates, clicking on some of the profiles to gain some attention. In the meantime I also send the anonymous guy who just left me full of his cum a message: 'Hi there - thank you for the good fuck. I really enjoyed it and would love to meet another time. Lmk when you'd like to cum by ;)' I hadn't even sent it, or I saw a writing indication pop up. Wow, he's quick - I thought. 'I let you know when I'm in the neighborhood and in need of a cunt like yours'. Surprised by his language I notice I'm incredibly turned on by it. Fuck, it's so degrading. And still I find it hot? What's wrong with me? Beep! Yay, a message! Quickly I open the app and read the following message: 'You're close and I need to quickly dump a load. Send ur address and I'll come over.' Without really thinking, or looking at the profile of who sent this message, I share my address. What did I just do??? Why am I acting this irrational and led by my horniness? This is such weird behaviour for me - normally I'm very cautionary and acting in a calculated manner. I guess I really have to be more alert from now on, okay? I promise myself to do so. I look at the clock and see 10 minutes have passed. The next guy could be here any second, I think. Is everything ready? I place a stack of condoms next to my bed, and already open one. Hopefully this is a clear sign to use one. I hear the door open and position myself in a comfortable way: on my back, legs in the air - presenting my ass to the door. When the man walks in, the first thing he'll see is my aching boy hole. Lifting my head I can see a silhouette enter the doorway to my bedroom. The figure is promising: broad shoulders, arms with clearly defined muscles, short hair and apparently loosely fitting sweatpants. When he comes closer, I get a full picture of the unknown man. I see a beautiful guy, probably of Mediterranean or Arab descent, with olive skin, hairy arms and piercing brown hazel eyes. Immediately I'm struck by the overpowering power he conducts himself with. This is clearly a guy that gets his way, I think. Fuck! I really need to be aware, and stay alert to be sure he puts on a condom I think. Moving closer, he pulls his tshirt over his head. A furry, unshaven body is unveiled to me - just how I like my men, to be honest. How can I be this lucky? I haven't gotten fucked in ages, especially by men I think are hot.. And to be fucked by two on one day... I feel so lucky, like I've won the lottery. The guy touches his lower abdomen while his hand goes down his treasure trail and pulls his sweatpants a bit lower to let his enormous cock out. With a lot of force it bounces upwards. I think his cock is around 20cm, really thick girth and with clearly visible throbbing veins. Mesmerized by his cock I feel my throat getting dry; a bit frightened by his demeanor and powerful looking third leg. I know I won't stand a chance if anything goes wrong. But obviously I don't think about my worries - I'm fully in trance looking at him. I want him in me, and offer myself to him. I make a moan and bite my tongue while looking at him, my eyes oscillating between his eyes, and gorgeous cock. He moves closer and suddenly drops on his knees. I feel his warm breath touching the part between my balsack and my hole. Then I gasp and let my head fall down while making a loud moan. He starts rimming! I feel his wet tongue going up, down, inwards and outwards. Fuck, this is so hot! I shudder and whimper.. Oohh, yess, aaaah! I move my hand towards my little dick and want to jerk a little bit, but the guy doesn't let me. He pushes my hand away and keeps it away. With all the power I have within me, I try to loosen my hand - but he is too strong. He doesn't even seem to notice I was doing my best to free myself. Suddenly the rimming stops and he stands up, puts his cockhead against my hole and wants to push in. Hold on! The condoms. 'Stop!' I say. 'There's a condom I want you to use'. I quickly turn my head towards the pile of condoms. 'I already opened one for you to use.' I hear him sigh a little, but he still puts one on. Happy and relieved I pull my legs closer to my body. Clearly this was a sign I was ready to be fucked. He puts his cockhead against my ass and then, with one move he fully impales me. 'Fuck!' I scream 'Ouch, be careful!' But it feels like the air in the room has changed, or his demeanor at least. Just before, when he was rimming I felt it was passionate. Now, he was clearly overpowering me, showing me his pleasure was more important than mine. As he was fucking me, I'm a bit uncomfortable by the roughness of it but after a while it feels better. I start to moan more and loader, moving my body in the opposite directions of his motion. Everytime his cock almost fully leaves my hole, before roughly going back into me to the total length. When his cock is in me I can feel his pubic hair tickle me. I look at his eyes and am taken aback by the strong gaze. Enchanted in this stare he moves his head closer and starts kissing me. Of course he continues to fuck me. As he let go of the kiss, he bites my lip. He moves his head next to mine and whispers: 'How does it feel to be fucked, little slut?' 'I thought condoms can feel good but it’s never felt like this before' I say between my moans. It's really difficult to focus on saying full sentences while your body is being split into two. 'Yeah? You like it??' 'Feels fucking amazing!' 'Wanna know why?' I nodded and whimper 'yes' 'I broke the condom, you stupid slut' My eyes widened: 'What? The condom fucking broke? What? Stop....!' I knew I didn't sound convincing - I knew it felt different.. I just expected it to be the fit of the condom and way of fucking... not that it would have been his raw dick.. But fuck!! It felt so fucking amazing! 'That’s your, agh, your..' I moan, while being moved up and down his cock 'your.. raw dick?' I ask 'Yes. You thought I wouldn't notice the cum that was inside of you already?' The guy said with a devious smile, with his face just inches away from my face. Fuck! How stupid of me! Of course he would notice.. 'Say you want me to stop, and I'll pull out,' he said while continuing fucking me. 'But we both know you want my cum in you.' I tried to nod from left to right, trying to motion no with my head. My brain wanted something else though: 'Yes, give me your cum...!' Something inside me broke... Even if I beforehand wanted this fuck to be safe, the guy knew I was a slut. A sucker to be fucked bareback. A cumdump. 'Say what you want, slut!' He continued to bareback me wearing the broken condom. As I made absolutely no effort to stop him, I just gave in. I also knew that I wasn't the one with power: the dominant top was ruling over me, making me his serving cunt. And even if I didn't want to continue, I knew I physically wouldn't be able to stop him. But that didn't matter. I wanted a second load added to my ass. I lifted my hands and put them around this guy's neck, pulled myself upwards so I came into a sitting position, and used gravity to slide onto his cock. While doing so, he lifted me up, fucking me while he was standing. 'I want your cum in me! Give it to me!' I whispered and softly bit his ear.

I'm lucky to have 3 regular fuckbuds. All are mostly bottoms which works because I'm a top. One guy is a married total bottom who cheats on his husband. Our sex is very passionate with great kissing and , mutual oral. I love eating his hairy hole and I love filling him and sending him home to his unsuspecting husband with my load. My other fuckbud is an Asian guy who is a much younger poz slut. He's very verbal and sometimes comes over loaded with some other guys cum. My third one is a young black guy. He's very cute with a boyish face and body but a man's dick and hairy hole. He's mostly bottom but I love taking his BBC. He's neg but is turned on with taking poz nut. I like my regulars as we always have great sex, no commitments and yet no anxiety either.

Ooh, means u were slut from the day one? Multiple loads on first day 😜

Been a little slower lately, but with the end of the year approaching, it's gotta get to work. Skipped out early from some holiday parties this weekend to get to Steamworks. YTD: 608 🍆/532 💦

chemsweat also tastes better when I lick it off you

Speaking here as a party top: if I'm really into the guy and I'm super hard then I grab the chains of the sling, thrust my pelvis out, aim my dick and swing that pig bottom right onto my cock as hard as possible. Then I swing him all the way back off my cock, at least a foot away from the raw tip, using gravity to swing his hole back onto my cock. Then we start to gain momentum and slam fuck harder and harder. All the way in, all the way out. There is no greater feeling than having the full body weight of a 200+ pound pig bottom crashing onto my rock hard party cock over and over again like the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. I admit it's hard to maintain for long because there's the danger of my cock missing the target and snapping in half LOL

its sad that he passed away soon after, but you have the memories (& maybe something else) for the rest of your lives. I was too scared to approach the first guy (whom I knew, was poz). Well, I was only 19, in my second year of university and hadn't come out yet. I'd found a room off campus, in a shared house in Brighton. A housemate mentioned he was gay and I summoned up the courage to admit that so was I. What followed was a two week period, during which I was taken to many of the gay bars and clubs in the town. One sticks in my mind, not only as it was my first time in a gay bar, but also because of one of the men behind the bar. Malcolm was a mature, friendly guy with a moustache (giving him that 'Tom of Finland' look, which appealed to me immensely. He was tall and slim, very friendly, but without that creepy, 'dirty old bloke' mannerism. The bar became my regular for a while and I grew increasingly attracted to Malcolm. I learnt that he was HIV, but that didn't worry me. He was still a nice guy whom I fantasised over. Trouble was, I never got up the courage to say anything to him. I so wanted to be fucked by him. Soon after I'd finished my degree and moved away, I learnt that Malcolm had passed away. Now, the bar is no longer even a gay venue. Life is full of regrets. RIP Malcolm (Aquarium Inn - Steine St - Brighton)

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My favorite part of slingbreeding is that the scene is unmistakable, bluntly sexual, and not one shred of pretending to be anything else. I have a sling set-up in one room of my house, and built a slingstand of 4x4s' in the back yard (and yes, certain neighbors can see it). Obviously, I don't keep a Leather sling outside all the time*, but the stand (w/chains) is always there. There's another in the slingroom, chains attached to eyebolts in the ceiling beams. Slings are infinitely adjustable, they are a blunt statement to any first-timer, and for a more - well - "conservative" household, they can be quickly put away, leaving only the eyebolts in the ceiling visible. The impression a sling makes when some bottom turns up is clear, unmistakable, blunt and to the point. It simply hollers "queer sex is good, it's what we need, and what you're gonna get" *for half the year, the Florida sunshine can ruin almost anything if left out for too long.

would love to meet a Jamie here, and since my birthday is close to Christmas...receive a combination birthday/Christmas gift I would cherish forever.

My preference is to meet up with anyone that would like to ejaculate inside me. A repeat visitor is a big compliment!

Sometimes we all just need to let our guard down and do what feels good at the time. What you did for Jamie was awesome. I'm sure you felt good about it after you done it. It showed how much you cared about him. Good for you.

Ok so the other day I was on sniffies and I had some crazy dude message me out of no where and threaten me and so I politely blocked him and the next day an anonymous profile messages me saying the same thing so I block and I delete my pictures and adjust my profile and I add an old picture of my cock with a quarter on it and I had two guys hit me up that I had chatted with in the past and one is in one town and about 30 miles away is the next guy well I just so happened to have work in both those town so I start chatting them up and I tell the second guy that I have another friend that wants to fuck my ass on the same day and he replies “great, bring your used juicy as over afterwards I love to fuck a used hole” so I’m like jackpot. So I hit up the first guy to see if he will be around during the day and he is so it’s a go. So I do my work and I swing by his place and he answers the door and he is about 5’9” 185 and a beautiful 7.5 cut BBC fully erect and he invites me in. I remember from chatting with him in the past and that he is no bs no chit chat just fuck. So I say where do you want me and he says “I want you to ride me on the couch” so he sits down and I peal off my pants and stand on either side of his legs and I lower my freshly cleaned ass and he grabs some lube and coats his cock and gets another splash and rubs it on my ass and slides a finger in and I lower my eager ass down slowly. Now it’s been a few weeks since I’ve had my hole worked over so it’s taking me a while to open up and I can tell he is getting pissed so he offers me some poppers and I’ve never really messed with that before but I figured what the heck so I grab the bottle and hole one nostril closed and breath in a super deep breath and I hold it and then I feel it rush over me and I feel his hands pull my hips down and his cock slides right in and he starts fucking me like a wild man and he’s saying stuff like “you came here for my nut, and I’m gonna give it to you” and I’m in heaven I’m just trying to hold on to the back of the couch and he is jack hammering from under and then he just stops and wraps his arms around me and picks me up and turns around and sets me down on the couch and pushes my knees up to my ears and says “open up baby” and he slams 5-6 times hard and then he lets his nut loose. He holds it there for a few seconds and I feel his cock throb a couple more times and he pulls out. I grab my pants and underwear and start putting them on and he says “ you can go clean up in the bathroom if you want” and I say naw I’m good I’ve got another buddy that wants to fuck my used hole here in a few minutes and he says “damn I knew you was a freak” and he laughs and I Finnish getting dressed and he says “hit me up any time, you got a nice ass and I’d like to get into that on the regular” and I say hell yeah and I leave and head to the next town. While I’m driving I can feel his load coming out and my ass checks are all sticky and my ass is throbbing. So I shoot the next guy a message and he says just in time he just went to lunch and he shoots me the address and then asks if I have a used hole for him and I reply back “yep fresh load inside” and he reply’s back “just the way I like it slut” so I pull up and knock on his door and he answers and pulls me inside and hastily takes me back to his bedroom and he is pulling at my pants and I ask him how do you want me and he says on your knees on my bed. So I get on my knees and offer up my ass for inspection and I can see him rubbing his nipple with one hand and spreading my cheeks with the other and he says “oh damn he did a number on your ass” and I say oh yeah and he says “yeah but not like what I’m about to do” he then grabs this leather strap thing and puts it over my mouth and buckles it behind my head and then he grabs my hands and ties them with some rope behind my back and I see him jacking his nice 8.5” cock and he says “yeah I’m gonna make you my bitch now and he spits on my hole and starts working his cock in. I have never been bound and gagged before and I must say it was quite an experience having someone completely control the situation he fucked me how he wanted and didn’t give two shits wether I was enjoying it or not, I was just there to take his cock and completely surrender my hole for use. Idk how long he long stroke fucked me like that but my second hole was taking a beating and I was just laying there taking it and he was talking dirty but I don’t even recall what he was saying till he came and he just grunted really hard and said “take my seed you little slut, take all of it” it was kind of a blur but when he untied my hands I got up and he load is running down my legs I looked at the bed and saw I had cum hands free. He was probably hitting my prostate just right and my jut just ooozed out. Anyway I go to the bathroom and I clean up and there was some blood which always freaks me out but my ass has never been so sore even after the dp I had. I’m going on 4 days now and my ass is still sore. Once it heals up I might try to do that double load fuck again.

for various reasons i hadn't been fooling around for a couple of months. perhaps i got rusty? 😜 out of town for thanksgiving i decided to do door unlocked waiting. i'd done similar at home or at a hook up's but never in a hotel before. no sooner had the headless anon torso w the big dick dmed "almost there" i suddenly began to panic. alone in a strange town? what was i thinking? it wasnt even a hotel but a small B&B so the other guests were like roommates, able to hear. if he tried to rob or beat me, would i call for their help? i needed a plan just in case my luck was up. best case scenario, he was legit but would the str8 couple from the midwest still look me in the eye at breakfast tomorrow? face down ass up in the dark, i heard the front door open, the footsteps on the creaky old steps, the ridiculous haunted house like squeal of my room's door and then the presence behind me, the sound of belt being unbuckled, pants being unzipped.. this was it, the moment it went in one direction or the other i felt the hand squeeze an ass cheek, then come down w a hard smack. the plop as a hefty schlong landed atop my crack. the deep "just so you know what you gonna be gettin" followed by a few more dick slaps on ass. i could hear lube being applied and then the fat head pressing against my hole. i'd like to say i winced in pain when he entered, but who am i fooling. the whole thing just slipped right in as i savored the raw dick of a complete stranger, no questions asked, bare up my ass. fucking is one of the few tasks i've been able to get close to mindfulness on. just relishing the in n out sensations not letting my mind rush ahead or away. no sounds but the increasingly ragged breath of us both. just as things got heated, he spoke for the 2nd and last time "you want this load? tell me you want this load! get ready! ah ah ah" then the beginning but in rewind: the plop of a fat cock dropping out of a stretched hole, the zipping up, the belt buckled, the squeaky door, the receding steps, the closing of the front door and then just me.. alone, in the dark, ass up, full of an unseen stranger's cum.

A couple of months back, I had recently turned 26 and I was looking to be a little more socially responsible. I wanted to be able to help those in need by sharing my talents and strengths. Being gay myself, I thought that volunteering at the local AIDS Hospice would be a good way for me to do that. I called and spoke with Brian, the director, and he suggested that I come in and tour the place to see if I thought that I would fit in. On the day of my interview I showed up full of anticipation. Brian had me fill out an application and then gave me a tour of the place. There were a dozen men currently living there, all in different stages of being affected by the virus. Some guys looked completely healthy and others were more visibly ill. When the tour concluded, Brian suggested that I spend some time with one of the residents. He walked me down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door at the end. When it opened, Brian said, “Hiya, Francis! I’ve given Alex here the grand tour. I think he likes the place. Could you, maybe, give him the lowdown on living here? You know…an insider’s viewpoint.” I should tell you about Francis. He was my height and very thin. He obviously had lost a lot of weight. His sweatpants hung from his bony hips. What appeared to be a pretty sizable cock bobbed enticingly against the grey fleece material. His tank top loosely covered his torso. His face was still quite handsome…gaunt but cheerful. Francis always had a smile…at least for me. Francis invited me into his room. There were no chairs so he had me sit on his bed and he sat down next to me. “So,” he said, “do you like the place? You thinking of working here?” I told him that I was impressed with the setup. “Brian said I could start out working the overnight awake shift. I’d be alone but, he told me not to be concerned because nothing much ever happens during those hours. I’m sure I could handle the work. You know…I’ve always wanted to be in a job where I could be of service!” Francis told me about his fellow house mates. He made a point of reminding me that these weren’t just patients. They were flesh and blood men with wants and needs of their own. I responded that, if I worked there, I’d do anything I could to improve their day to day lives. Of course, I ended up taking the job. I started the following week and, on my first night, after everyone else was settled in for the night, I rapped on Francis’ door and poked my head in. “Hey!” he called out. “Come on in!” He was just wearing an old frayed bathrobe that dangled from his skinny frame. He got up and joined me in sitting on the edge of his bed. I told him that I was just checking to make sure he was set for the night. “Thanks!” he said. “That’s real thoughtful of you, Alex! I like you! In fact…I like you A LOT!” With that, he leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. Without much thought, I kissed him back. His hand caressed my knee. “Remember?” he said. “Remember when you told me that you wanted to be of service to the residents here?” “Sure!” I said. He continued. “When we found out you were coming to work here, we all talked it over. Now…I could tell you what we need most…but here, let me show you.” That said, he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me back onto the bed. He followed me down so he that was laying on top of me. His sunken chest pressed against me. His lips locked on to mine. At the same time his hand slid over my crotch and began a gentle squeezing. “We may be sick…but we’re MEN, you know. Men with NEEDS. And right now, Alex, I need YOU!” I wasn’t sure how far Francis was going to go with this but I didn’t mind making out with him. Like I said…he was a good-looking guy and his urgency was contagious. How could I say no? He opened the drawer on his bedside table and took out a small bottle. “Here, Baby…take a hit of my poppers here!” They must have been fresh and, whatever they were, they were awfully strong. My mind spun off into the void. I was utterly relaxed and felt an indescribable bliss. I was remotely aware that my pants and briefs were getting tugged down off me. When I began to re-focus, I realized that his hand was tugging and stroking my dick which, naturally, began to swell and harden. “Take some more!” his voice said and off I went again. When my vision cleared, there stood Francis, between my legs, raising my legs up to his shoulders. His bathrobe had parted, revealing a stiff cock that was already dripping toxic goo. He leaned close. “And AGAIN!” the voice commanded. He held the bottle in place so that I had to take 4 or 5 breaths of the heady vapors. That really sent me to the moon. Fucking heavenly! As I returned to earth, I became aware of a rocking motion. The cause was soon apparent. Francis had entered me and was thrusting forcefully against my upturned ass. I could feel his cock sawing back and forth. His speed increased and his breathing grew ragged “FUCK! HERE I COME!” he shouted as he pushed into me one last time and held himself in place, his cock spasming repeatedly. Although he had emptied his balls deep inside me, he didn’t withdraw, opting to stay on top of me, his dick plugging my hole. “Come on, Baby! Let’s give my seed time to latch on…start to grow in you. I kinda wanna be the one that knocks you up!” As we lay there, he explained that all the men in the hospice had decided that what they needed most was for someone like me to be their willing partner whenever they wanted to breed. Most of them felt shunned by society and hadn’t been able to fuck a bottom like me in a long, long time. They wanted to be able to use me during the night hours as they would a lover. They wanted someone that wouldn’t say no to receiving their dirty seed! Francis asked, “Are you willing to do this for us?” Again, how could I say no? That was several months ago. Since then, some residents have died and new ones have replaced them, but night after night I’m there to service them…my 12 Poz Lovers.

[Note to readers: I wrote this story as audio porn. For fun, copy the text into a program like Word with a “read aloud” feature and listen. That way you can also edit any way you like. Have fun!] *** Hi Andy. Come on in. You must be wondering why I invited you to meet me in a hotel room. No sweetie. It isn’t that. I may be your ex-girlfriend but I’m now a happily married woman, and I don’t cheat on my husband. Besides, after our recent conversation, I couldn’t have any interest in you. After all, you confessed that you’re actually gay and you’ve been hiding it from your wife for years. I could never have sex with a gay man. It would just be too weird. But I decided I had to help you come to grips with your true sexuality. You look puzzled. Let me explain. I’ve arranged for one of my gay friends, Kyle, to meet us here. He’s going to help you explore your desire for other men. I know this is very sudden. But as a friend who loves you, I knew I had to push you to be who you really are. Trust me: this is going to be the best afternoon of your life. Let me tell you a little about Kyle. He’s really handsome, very masculine, a no-doubt-about-it top. You said you like to fantasize about bottoming for an alpha male. He totally fits the bill. Oh, one more thing: Kyle is HIV positive and he isn’t on meds or PrEP. He even has one of those tattoos. You know – the poison symbol. Of course, if you insist, he can always use a rubber. Why don’t we wait to see how it goes. He’s downstairs in the lobby. I’ll text him. While we wait, pour yourself a drink. It will help you relax. I want you to do one more thing for me. You said you have a strong feminine side. I want you to let it out today. Here – I want you to wear my watch and my engagement ring. Go ahead, put them on. Oh, how adorable! They’re so pretty. I wasn’t sure the ring would fit, but you have small hands, rather girlish. *** That must be Kyle at the door. I’ll let him in. Hi, Kyle. This is Andy. Andy, say hi to Kyle. Why don’t you two get acquainted and…oh my! That was some kiss! I guess gay men don’t waste any time when they hook up. Andy, do you want me to leave? No? Are you sure? Good. I was hoping you’d let me stay and watch. Sweetie, when you take off your clothes, please wear my watch and ring. They look so cute on you. Don’t you think so Kyle? Makes him look like a real sissy? Is it OK to call Andy a sissy? I thought that was a slur. Oh, I get it. A top can call his bottom a sissy. It’s really sexy to watch two gay men making out. I’m getting turned on like I do when I watch gay porn. I’ve always wanted to watch a man suck another man’s cock. Andy, would you please go down on Kyle for me? He does have an amazing dick. Yes, Andy, get on your knees. Oh, that’s just so precious! Andy, it seems so natural for you to have a cock in your mouth. Kyle has such a big cock. Doesn’t he, Sweetie? I know, I know – you can’t talk with a cock in your mouth. No need. I can see how much you like it. And how much Kyle likes it too. Kyle, don’t choke him! I love watching you fuck Andy’s throat but remember this is his first time. He probably just practiced on his dildo, not the real thing. I’m going to take some pics with my phone. Hope you don’t mind. Andy, I’ll send these to you later. Hope I don’t mix up your phone number with your wife’s. Just kidding, sweetie. *** Kyle why are you stopping? I was hoping to get a shot of your cum on Andy’s face. Oh. I get it: you’re going to fuck him now! OK. I’ve never seen a guy lick another man’s ass before. Andy, do you like Kyle’s tongue in your tight hole? From the expression on your face and your moaning, I guess so. My watch and engagement ring look so cute on you when you grip the pillow. Do they make you feel like a sissy? Uh-huh? Oh, Kyle stopped to get some lube. I guess he’s about to fuck you, sweetie. What? A condom? Kyle, do you have a rubber? No? Well, Andy what do you want to do? Hold my hand, sweetie, and look at me. I think you should just let it happen. Yes, I mean bareback. Don’t let the moment pass. You’ve wanted this for too long. Great decision. Go ahead, Kyle. *** No worries, sweetie. That was just his first try at penetration. Yes, Andy, Kyle is very big. I know it hurts at first. But you can do this for me. You want to, don’t you? Kyle, what should Andy do? Good. Sweetie, you heard that, right? Relax and breathe. Kyle is going to pump your cock, too as his dick pushes into you. Ooo! There it goes. I can see the head of his dick is in past your sphincter. How does that feel? It burns, huh? Very warm, too. Kinda nice. Or maybe even really nice. You like the fullness, don’t you? I thought so. I’m going to go around to Kyle’s side for some photographs. God, that’s incredible. Andy, it’s like your ass was made for Kyle’s cock. It’s incredible to see him slide so deep inside you Andy. He’s almost to the base of his cock. You’re going to love these photos. Aren’t you glad you decided to let him fuck you bareback, sweetie? I knew it. Kyle, I think he’s ready for you to go faster. Yes, that’s it. Andy, he’s really starting to pound your ass now. Don’t you feel like a little bitch? Isn’t this what you always dreamed of? Do you like it better this way, on your belly? Kyle’s weight on top of you. He’s so strong, so manly. Don't you love being so submissive to your partner? I think he’s getting close now. God, I just love the sound of his balls slapping against your ass! What a hot, sexy, sound! Fuck him, Kyle! Fuck him! Fill his cunt with your toxic seed. Oh, yes! Yes! That’s it! Can you feel that, Andy? Kyle just pozzed you. Can you feel the wetness? Don’t pull out Kyle. Let your seed impregnate him with little toxic babies. Andy wasn’t that perfect? Aren’t you happy that Kyle didn’t cover himself? That seemed like such a big load. I think you’re going to convert from just that one load. You guys probably need a little rest before you go again. I’m going to leave now, but why don't you stay together all night? Sweetie, you can give me back my ring and watch tomorrow. I can’t wait to tell my husband why I’m not wearing them. He always said he thought you were a faggot. Your wife? What about her? I know, Andy. But just text her and make an excuse. And then plan your next date with Kyle. You two make such a cute couple.

Hey dudes, It's Eric, your boy who loves takin' it raw. I just had the craziest week ever, broke my own record for loads in one week! My Dom, Master Dex, took the week off and took me to these dope spots in here in Florida - Slammers and Ramrod. First up was Slammers, where it was all about barebackin'. The place was packed, full of old dudes and tourists 'cause it's winter here, and everyone's down for some raw action and everyone assumes your on PrEP or on treatment. But then we met this dude, Miguel from Portugal, with this sick scorpion tat. Master saw it hip while he was fucking, so he talked to him and found out he's HIV+ and into gifting. Master told him my status and well let's just say poz talk with a Portuguese accent is damn hot. He fucked me three nights in a row at Slammers, and I loved every sec knowing I was full of his hot load and the look in his eyes while he was pumping my asshole. Then we hit up Ramrod, which was like, even more hardcore. It was sleazier, and wetter, but could only take some loads in the toilet. I did a lot of belly lifting and sucking off guys, it was definitely an older crowd. The big night was Saturday. Master Dex had Miguel and his bf over for dinner, and some poz sex 🙂 They're both in their fifties, both poz, but the bf's on meds. They told us about Lisbon and the clubs and backrooms there and a bit of their travels. And about Darklands!! (I so wanna go!) It was kinda hot when they were saying that Miguell was leaving a bit of his seed or strain to replicate here in the states. After, we went back to Ramrod, but this time, I was on a leash, puppy mask with a my knot butt plug keeping their cum inside me. It was like a party mix of cum in me churning while I walked and was so horned up thinking that Miguel's strain was working its way into my core. I was just wearing my cock cage, sneakers, and nipple clamps, and leash on my collar, while they were in full leather gear. Miguel's a big, hot daddy with some musky pits that drove me wild, and his bf had these smoky eyes and a juicy dick, plus a sweet furry ass that I rimmed in front of everyone at Ramrods. I didn't get fucked but I did have to suck off guys in the toilets and got pissed on. Miguel did take me into a stall toward the end of the night to pump in some more of his potent cum. Master and I slept pretty much all day Sunday and we even call that butt plug Miguel now after that super hot Portuegese gifter and Master thought it'd be a nice idea if we use that one for when I get a known toxic load in my bussy. We're definitely keeping in touch! . Stay kinky, stay raw, and remember if you're ever in the South Florida area hit me up!

I'm also vers bottom. When I first moved out in my late 20's as an adult with a full time job, I lived as an apartment-mate with my then coworker and his BF at the time. My coworker was the bottom and very soon I was involved in their sex life. The BF who is top rather enjoy having 2 bottoms servicing him and he absolutely loved watching me and his bf make out and dildo each other. We loved snowballing his load while he showered and fed us with his hot piss in the bathtub .

Bottoms, at times, can get a bad "rap" on certain apps and with gay men in general. Without a bottom, there is no place for the top to put his dick or have his dick serviced. Tow bottoms, I have always thought, gave the top or tops some variety - and some bottoms are better at certain things than others. Two bottoms, who like each other, play well with each, can really entertain another top and have a great time together. Once that tops cums, and then leaves, it's shower time and on to round #2. I have heard this saying "the only guy who dislikes a bottom is another bottom". I don't agree. Another bottom can be just as fun, you can compare info on other guys who you may know or WANT to know, and I have been given some great advice on who I should hook up with and who to avoid. Another bottom can be an endless source of very useful information and can become a close friend.

I suppose it depends on how you define "older." I'm late 50's. I was an eager top in my 20's, had some medical issues in my 40's, and low T in my 50's. If I'm going to fuck, I prefer to drop a little blue pill which means I have to know I'm going to get laid beforehand. So while I can still top, it doesn't lend itself to spur of the moment encounters. Oral is just easier and often more enjoyable.

I was 14. First ever load was in the mouth, and got addicted tbh. Best taste and feeling ever. First load in the ass was around the same time. Scared the fuck out of me at the time... but also, it planted a seed (pun intended) that steadily grew for years until I became a full-on barebacker in my 30s

How come I’m not pumping a load into your Cunt right now?

This is absolute poetry.

First time getting bred and used as a cumdump. I don't usually hookup with men as I'm closeted, but I was insanely horny and got onto Fabguys out of curiousity, seeking older cock. An older daddy in his 60s dm'd, he had a playroom and various kinky rubber/leather outfits and was fairly local, I made the trip over there also wearing tight rubber latex gear, the nerves were growing, before I knew it I was at his door, it was too late to turn back. He greeted me wearing a shiny black rubber catsuit and riding boots, he had a metal cockring on. He directed me to the playroom, where there was a fuck bench and sling in the center of the room with hardstyle techno music on in the background. I got onto the sling and he begun lubing up my hole, my cock has never been so erect. I noticed he rubbed his bare cock head onto my hole, I told him I was hesitant to unprotected, he popped on a condom and begun pumping me, he was 7inches, fuck it felt good with his balls slapping against my hole. I was jerking hard whilst he was inside of me, he picked up the momentum and shot into the condom in what seemed like it had only just started, he took it off and I put it over my erect cock and I continued jerked with it until he was ready to go again. My mind was in a state of trance, I asked him to pound me raw, I felt so gay and dirty that I was brazen enough to be fucked bareback, he slid his cum covered knob back into my hole and begun thrusting, it felt so fucking hot taking bare raw cock, we were talking so filthy, moaning and groaning, I asked him to "pound me", "breed me" and to "shoot that spunk into my hole", he asked if I "wanted breeding", I was gagging for it, he sped up and got deeper, then finally spunked into my hole, it felt so warm with his bare cock erupting in my ass, I couldn't hold back, I pumped my cock fast and shot into the used condom, both our hot loads mixed into the used rubber. He plugged my hole so the sperm stayed in and sent me on my way. I felt so gay after it was over when the clarity hit of what we was doing since I'm closeted, but within hours I was jerking hard to what had happened, but now I'm a total cumdump addicted to older bareback cock!

Chapter 5: The Crowning Moment George stirred slowly awake, conscious only of a distinct feeling of well-being. For the moment, he had forgotten where he had gone to sleep the night before. He had slept very deeply and peacefully, a thing which did not always happen when he was living ashore. Daylight was shining around the edges of the heavy curtains at the windows, but only a little, and he wanted to get up and look out – not just to see what manner of day it might be, but also to try to remember where he was and why. This certainly wasn’t his home in Jamaica, wherever else it might be. He pushed aside the richly-embroidered quilted coverlet, and slid out of bed, padding over to the window in his stockinged feet. Prying the curtains aside, he noted first the sheer size of the glass panes in the window, proof positive that this was a truly wealthy home, and then gazed out at a sunlit vista of symmetrical formal gardens, centred around an elaborate fountain. It was all a far cry from his much more modest home down by the harbour on Port Royal Point in Kingston, and even farther removed from the low deck beams and sloping deck of the captain’s cabin on board Egeria.. This whole expedition to England, right from the outset, had turned into a huge eye-opener, in more ways than one. Speaking of eye-openers, he swung back to the room behind him, to see that the bed covers had already been thrust aside all the way by his bedmate. Ah, yes, that was young Matthew, the aptly-titled Earl of Butcombe. He was lying face down on the bed now, his pert and firm buttocks rising out of the covers with a distinct air of invitation. Memory returned in full force. George had travelled for months, making the long and tedious voyage from Jamaica to Portsmouth aboard the West India packet, to attend at the court of Queen Anne, and to make a personal but highly informal application for a letter of marque. Such a letter of marque, once received, would license him to use his own vessel as a privateer or private ship of war and to prey on the commerce of England’s enemies. In the Caribbean, that could mean any of Spain, France, the Netherlands, or Portugal, according to the rapidly-shifting currents of diplomacy, dynastic marriages, and the terms of peace and war in the eighteenth century. In theory, the practice of issuing letters of marque by colonial governors had ended before George had been born in 1692. In practice, he had heard, the letters could still be had, but only by applying in person in London (and applying very much on the quiet), and only with some kind of sponsorship from the higher echelons of English society. George had already approached the Duke of Bridgwater, an acquaintance of his late father, with a written request. A return letter from the Duke’s private secretary assured him that his request might possibly be granted, but only after he had appeared in London and paid his respects to the Queen and to the various other leading figures at the court. The Duke, the secretary had further informed him, would sponsor Treston to enter the court, and invited Treston to reside at his London town house during the weeks when the court convened at St. James Palace. In closing, the secretary had informed him (a trifle haughtily) that full court dress was essential and that he ought to arrive in London at least a month before the court assembled, to acquire the appropriate clothes before it was time to move into the Duke’s house. The whole tone of the letter reeked of privilege and of the belief among the English aristocracy that men like George were uncouth bumpkins from the outer fringes of the wild lands. So George had sailed from Kingston in the spring of 1722, aboard one of the regular packet ships which carried mail, passengers, and small items of cargo between the islands and London. The entire plan became a trifle skewed during his voyage. Along its way, the West India packet had interrupted its leisurely progress to call in at Bermuda, and there received the sad news. The Queen had fallen ill again and was not expected to recover. When he arrived in England on August 3, he stepped ashore into a country deep in mourning, and learned that Queen Anne had in fact died, two days earlier, and the assembly of the court in September, following the Coronation, was now being planned to welcome the new King – a German prince from Hanover, who was the late Queen’s nearest relative of acceptably Protestant religion. George was advised that he really ought to remain for the ceremonial accession and crowning of the new King. He knew enough to take that as an order, however polite the language. He'd emitted a monumental sigh on hearing this “advice,” but then reflected that it was a good thing that his successful business, and the inheritance from his father, had suitably padded up his strong box. It also occurred to him that this visit to England would be a suitable occasion to enquire into setting up one or more secure bank accounts. However, for the moment, he was forced to write letters, explaining all these details to the company’s acting head, Kiru, and the manager, Silas, back in Kingston. With any luck, the letters might reach Kingston before George himself could expect to return. Maybe. Privately, George was more than a little distressed to be separated for so long from Kiru, but the prospect was looking a little less bleak this morning than it had the day before. In London, George had stayed in a recommended hotel, the Golden Cross, while he acquired the necessary court clothes, as well as more sombre dark suits for the period of public mourning. Then he went on the assigned date to the Duke’s London town residence, Harptree House. There, he showed his letter of invitation, and after his chest and bags were taken in charge by a footman, he was met by an undersecretary who informed him in a snotty tone of voice that he must address the Duke, and the Duke’s private secretary (an Earl no less), as “my lord.” He was then escorted to the private secretary’s office. “Mr. George Treston, my lord,” the undersecretary pompously announced. “Thank you, Pensett,” the young man by the desk said loftily. The undersecretary bowed out, closing the door as he went. Pensett’s departure from the room was definitely an example of “withdrawing” – far too stately to be called simply “leaving.” “Good morning, Mr…. ah… Treston.” “My Lord.” George offered his most stylish bow. “Oh, for God’s sake, let’s drop all that tedious court protocol now.” George’s head jerked up in comical surprise, and the young man facing him laughed heartily. “My name’s Matthew, pleased to meet you.” George studied the handsome face, the trim figure, the snug breeches, and then noticed that Matthew was studying him as well, and in the same way. He didn’t mind a bit. “You probably weren’t expecting a titled Earl to talk to a lowly commoner this way. I was just granted the title last month and I’m still not used to it. You know, having people bowing and scraping to me. Well, let’s get down to business.” Matthew indicated a chair for George, and then perched on the edge of the desk in front of George while describing the schedule for the remainder of the day. Matthew thrust aside the tails of his lavish brocaded coat, allowing the now-noticeable bulge in his breeches to press forward. “You’re to see the Duke at half past four, after he takes tea with the Duchess. Refreshments will be served in the reception room at 6:00, and the procession will enter the dining room at half past seven. You will be partnered with Lady Lydia Galbraith, the lady in waiting to the Duchess.” As Matthew said this, he was discreetly (or not so discreetly) adjusting the lump in his breeches. “You’re expected to make conversation with her, and with the gentlemen on either side of her and the ladies on either side of you.” His droll tone as he rolled his eyes conveyed the tedium of conversing with ladies as opposed to engaging in much more interesting activities with the men. “Once the Duchess and the ladies retire from the dinner table at the end of the meal, and port and cigars are handed around, the formal part of the evening is ended.” George ventured a guess. “And the informal part can begin then, yes?” Matthew grinned and winked in agreement. His interview with the Duke consisted of a mixture of tediously detailed instructions in court protocol along with a whole series of intriguing looks and gestures. George had no trouble deducing that the Duke of Bridgwater found him just as interesting as his secretary had done, and for the same reason. George could then connect the dots and understand just how such a plainly man-loving young man as Matthew had used the Duke as a means of working his way into the heart of the aristocratic inner circle. Several hours later, the port and cigars duly distributed, George had risen from the dinner table and taken his leave, cued by a discreet smile and tilt of the head from Matthew. He had exited the dining room through the same door by which he had seen other men coming and going, guessing it would lead to the privies. As he walked that way, a panel in the wall suddenly opened beside him. A hand reached out, seized his arm, and dragged him quickly in, and the panel silently swung shut before he could even utter. “What the devil…?” A lantern swung up, illuminating the grinning face of Matthew. “I thought,” Matthew drawled out in an amused tone, “that this was what you wanted.” With that, he dropped his hand and caressed the bulge in George’s breeches, feeling it hardening under his hand. “Oh, good, a nice big one.” George moaned quietly as Matthew worked on him. He tried to reach for Matthew to return the favour, but Matthew waved him off. “Not yet. Come this way.” As they walked through the twisting passageway and up two flights of stairs, Matthew was quietly explaining to him. “You can’t run a house like this without these hidden passages inside the walls. They let you get from place to place without everyone seeing you.” “Aren’t you worried about running into some of the servants in here?” “Not now. The private maids and valets are all waiting in the rooms of their respective gentlemen and ladies, while everyone else is downstairs, attending on the party. I’d be more worried about running into the Duke or the Duchess and having to ‘not notice’ whoever they had with them.” With that, he chuckled as he thrust open a door. “Here we are.” They entered a sitting room, where a sleepy-eyed valet snapped to attention. “It’s all right, I shall attend to myself tonight, Davies. You may go to bed.” “Very well, my lord.” The valet bowed out, with a knowing smile on his face. They walked through into a bedroom. Not palatial, but a decent size. Candles were burning on the lampstand on the floor, the curtains were drawn, and the handle of a warming pan could be seen sticking out from under the covers. Matthew put down the lantern he was carrying and at once began to undo his clothes. Hangers awaited in the open clothes press. He began to hang his breeches and coat, then turned to George and said, “Well, what are you waiting for?” “Just enjoying the show.” As George said that, Matthew was pulling up his silken shirt, revealing a nicely-toned body. His drawers dropped next, giving George a prize view of his rigid cock, more than ready for action, and his smooth rounded buttocks. With that, George shifted into high gear, as rapidly dispensing with his clothes and hanging them neatly aside, then stripping off the under layers. While he finished, Matthew was removing the warming pan and turning down the coverlet. “I was right. A good, big one. Bring that thing over here and let’s get in together.” As George scrambled into the bed, Matthew extinguished the candles, one by one, and then dropped into bed next to him, pulling the covers up as he did so. George pushed up against Matthew’s body, feeling their hard cocks dueling in between them like swordsmen. He reached down to grasp Matthew’s shapely erection and found that the head was already wet with juice. “My, my, aren’t you all fired up and ready to explode.” Matthew chuckled. “Not exactly. I just get wet right away and keep on leaking for quite a while.” With that, he pushed his mouth onto George’s lips, prying them open with his tongue. At the same time, his own hand wrapped itself around George’s pole and began to squeeze and stroke it. In no time, two sizable erections were both ready and more than ready. But George wasn’t quite certain of what to do next. It wasn’t that he lacked experience – far from it. But this was another matter altogether. What was the correct protocol when you were bedding down with a member of the titled aristocracy? Normally, it would be a case of bow, scrape, and do whatever was asked. The problem was that the Earl of Butcombe was acting like he felt it was much more blessed to receive than to give, as he turned over and rubbed his firm round ass against George’s rampant (and now leaking) tool. George finally shrugged and let instinct dictate his actions, reflecting that, if he was wrong, he could always go back to Jamaica empty-handed – and wouldn’t mind doing so as long as he succeeded in piercing and filling this beautiful aristocratic ass at least once. With that thought, he dug his fingers into Matthew’s crack and found, to his delight, that the man was not only clean but nicely moistened with some scented lotion. He worked the tip of his rampant cock into place and began to push. It was plain at once that he had made the right choice. The Earl was certainly no shrinking violet. His hole opened right up with no delay, allowing George to slide inside him and keep right on sliding to the bottom of the well. There he lay, stretched out along the back of a titled Earl, no less, with his rampant cock buried deeply inside the Earl’s tight hole. But then he felt that hole chewing in a demanding sort of way on his cock and knew that it was time for him to stand and deliver, so to speak. George began sliding his erect tool out of the warm hole which caressed it, and then back in. Matthew, Earl of Butcombe, moaned in ecstasy as George Treston drove deep into his body, over and over. But then George cried aloud and, with a violent contraction of his loins, spewed a massive load of sperm inside the Earl’s titled butthole. The three months away from Kiru and the three weeks without the ministrations of Jeremiah, the talented cabin boy on the West India packet, had done their dirty work. Matthew cried, “Oh, no!” His tone was disappointed. But George hastened to reassure him by resuming the pace of his fucking and slowly speeding it up. Before long, his hips were slapping loudly against Matthew’s firm round ass on every stroke. Now that he’d spurted once, George was in a fair way to keep going for quite a while before his next explosion. And Matthew was loving every minute of it. His loud moans and the twisting motions of his body made it plain that he was a natural-born bottom, and indeed that he had an uncommonly sensitive ass. After a few minutes of this treatment, his hole seized right up on George’s rampant cock as he convulsed in his first orgasm. George kept right on fucking, and discovered to his delight that Matthew, like his own talented apprentice Blaine, was one of those rare men who could keep right on having orgasms in a chain, one after another, on and on until he was practically screaming for relief. And because his hole kept right on grabbing at George, on and on, it didn’t take too much longer for George to bestow a second load into that talented ass. George’s legs were getting a bit sore. He decided to force a change of position, hoping that the Earl wouldn’t be too upset at him for acting in such an inappropriate and forward manner. He pulled out, climbed up on the bed, and lay down beside Matthew, then pulled Matthew up onto his side so that George’s cock was in position to slide into him from behind. Thus positioned, George resumed his energetic fucking of the Earl, ramming deep and hard inside and pulling all the way out, again and again. Matthew squealed each time he slammed his cock deep down into that hole, and then exhaled loudly as he pulled out. It was more than he could stand, and his chain of orgasms finally died away, but only after he’d made a thoroughgoing mess of the bedcovers. George speeded up, sensing that the evening was about to come to an end, and in less than a minute his, too, managed to reach a third climax. He pulled out at last, rolling onto his back with a gasp of exhaustion. It had been the biggest workout he’d given himself in quite a while. Beside him, Matthew’s slow, gentle, quiet breathing settled down to a steady rhythm as sleep claimed him. George let himself go and fell asleep right after. During the night, he woke up to use the chamber pot, then pulled the eiderdown over both of them and fell asleep again. Now he stood by the window, enjoying the view of the gardens in the morning sunlight alternately with the view of the enticing body lying on the bed. Then the door opened, and Davies, the valet, entered with two cups of tea on a tray. He smiled at the sight of George’s naked body by the window and put the tea down on the table – then proceeded to rouse his master. Once Matthew had recovered consciousness, Davies handed him a note. He read it once, then again, and then dismissed Davies and sprang out of bed. “Good morning, my lord,” George said, chuckling. Matthew laughed for a moment, then turned serious. “I need to move fast. The Duke wants to see me in an hour. I’m sorry, but I will have to ask you to wait until I’ve prepared and gone.” “I have all day, as far as I know.” Matthew picked up and rang the hand bell. Davies entered again. “Davies, bring hot water and lay out my fresh clothes. Then, go to the kitchen and make up a breakfast tray for Mr. Treston. After he’s eaten, you can help him to wash and dress, and then show him the way to his room through the passages.” “Yes, my lord.” After Matthew had washed, dressed, and gone, Davies came back again with a breakfast tray, and another note, this one for George. He opened it and read: Kindly present yourself in the Amber Drawing Room At Four O’Clock this afternoon To take Tea with the Duke and Duchess of Bridgwater. After he’d enjoyed his breakfast, and been shown to his room, he pondered what he would do to occupy himself between ten o’clock and tea time. As he was mulling that question over, there came a knock at the door – the main door, the entrance from the main hall. He got up and opened the door, revealing a strange young man in servant uniform. “Yes?” “My name is Herne, sir. I am assigned to take care of you and attend to your needs during your stay here at Harptree House. To begin with, I have been told to show you the way to your own room.” “Thank you, Herne. Let’s go there first.” It was a brief walk along the hall and around a corner until they came to a pleasant room which faced out on the courtyard in the middle of the house. George’s bag and sea chest were already there, placed next to the clothes press and the chest of drawers. “I can tend to unpacking your clothes at the first opportunity when you are occupied elsewhere,” Herne said in a discreet voice. “If you don’t mind, Herne, I’d like to ask you a few questions.” “Of course, sir.” “First of all, since I’m invited to tea this afternoon, which way do I go to find the Amber Drawing Room?” “It’s downstairs, sir. I will show you.” “Thank you. And second, since it’s going to be a while until tea, where can I go to get a light meal between now and tea time?” Herne smiled. “If you wish to go downstairs, there is a buffet laid out in the private dining room between twelve o’clock and half past one. Or, it you prefer, I will be at your service to bring what you wish to your room.” “I should prefer to go down, I think. And finally: where do I go to head outside for a walk in the gardens?” “I will show you that as well, sir. If you need nothing more here…?” “Not at this time, thank you.” “Then we may as well go down now, and I will show you what you wish to know.” Nothing there but respectful attention, George thought. No such subtle signals as he’d gotten from Matthew. Nor was there any sign of the slightly insolent smirk he’d observed on Davies’ face. While Herne might not be on the “available” list, it was plain to George already that, no matter who did what, the servants would immediately know all about it. He followed Herne along the hall, and around the corner to the sweeping main staircase, fitted like a frame around a cascading crystal chandelier. They descended to the main floor, and Herne began pointing things out to him. “The Card Room, sir. The Garden Room. This is the Amber Drawing Room.” He proceeded a few steps down the hall and then indicated an open double door on the other side. “The Private Dining Room. As you can see, sir, the tables are already laid out for the luncheon buffet.” At this point, he doubled back and walked past the main stairs in the opposite direction, then pointed out a short hallway where several steps led down to a double French door. “The exit to the gardens, sir.” “Thank you, Herne. I think that covers all I need to know for now. No, wait, one last thing. How do I call you when I need you?” “In your own room, sir, simply ring the bell. Here in the public rooms, you can ask the butler or one of the footmen to locate me.” “Thank you, Herne. That is all for now.” George studied Herne as he walked away. The man carried himself very well, and his uniform fitted him very neatly, allowing George a good guess at what lay underneath. It was a pity that he hadn’t given away any clues. Ah, well, time enough for that. At four o’clock he was introduced into the Amber Drawing Room by a footman. A little to his surprise, there were no other guests than himself. Conversation was stilted at first but soon warmed up. The Duke’s normal irascible tone was considerably sweetened by his wife’s presence, while her low but melodious voice was pleasant to the ear. They asked him many questions about life in Jamaica, and he in turn asked about London, and about the ducal manor in Bridgwater, three days’ journey to the west. But George couldn’t rid himself of the impression that, throughout this congenial chat, both the Duke and the Duchess were trying to undress him with their eyes. Later that night, after another and only slightly less formal and boring dinner, George was relaxing in his room. Herne was giving him a foot rub after prying his too-tight formal shoes loose from his feet. Both of them pricked up their ears at the sound of a quiet knock, or was it a scratch? It came from the door to the inner passageways. Herne went over and opened the door, disclosing a young woman. “Excuse me, Mr. Treston, sir,” and here she dropped a most beautiful curtsey, “but her Grace the Duchess would like to have a word with you. In private, if you please, sir.” The last words were unmistakably directed at Herne. House shoes on in place of evening shoes, George followed her through the passages until they came out in the private sitting room of the Duchess’ suite. She curtseyed again, and then withdrew. “Thank you for coming, Mr. Treston.” “My lady.” George bowed to her. “Oh, do let us dispense with that tedious courtly protocol. I asked you to come here because I heard that you spent last night with Matthew.” George’s embarrassed grin gave her the answer she expected. “I heard from Anna that you gave him quite a wild ride.” “Yes, I did.” “And I wanted to take a turn in the saddle myself.” “Well, Ma’am, I don’t normally give lessons to ladies.” “I expected that to be your answer. But are you sure…” and here she reached up and removed the towering, curly wig, “that I am a lady?” George, bereft of words, gaped at the sight. Shorn of the masses of curls, the Duchess was unmistakably a man. Holding the wig in one hand, he walked over to the table and rang for the maid. Anna returned to the room, taking the wig, and escorting him into the next room, signalling to George to come with them. He followed, dazed -- but also intrigued. The evening became even more intriguing as the Duchess (as George supposed he should still be considered) calmly proceeded to undress Anna, the maid, who now also was revealed to be an attractive young man. As they disrobed, they took turns helping each other to wipe off their elaborate feminine make-up. George had also begun to undress now, and Anna now took a moment to show him a special cupboard for the guest clothing. Soon the three of them were standing, naked, checking each other out. They made an interesting mixed trio: one slender young lad, one man in his twenties, and one older man heading towards middle age, but still well worth anyone’s time. Their cocks were arranged in size in the same order as their ages, with the largest cock of the lot belonging to the Duchess. However, if George was expected to be scared or intimidated, his “hostess” was due for a disappointment. The man who could regularly take everything Kiru had to give him would never be intimidated by mere size, no matter how impressive. In no time, George was on his knees, sucking on that generous slab of meat while the young fellow lay on the floor in front of him, giving his own cock a treatment. Act Two saw the three of them up on the sizable bed, with the “Duchess” eating George’s ass while he in turn ate the ass of “Anna”. Once both of them were thoroughly loosened up, the show proceeded to the grand finale, as George entered the boy’s ass while the “Duchess” entered his. He’d never experienced such a sensation before, fucking and getting fucked all at the same time, and it aroused him mightily. In the end, after an hour of exhaustive activity, the guest of honour had cum three times inside the maid, no less, while the hostess had bred him twice. Not to be outdone, “Anna” had spewed two loads all over the bedcovers. Anna was also the first to recover. In commendably quick time, he had slipped back into his maid’s dress and wig, done a rapid make-up job, and was once again the demure servant to the life. Anna curtseyed to them both and withdrew, after asking the Duchess what time she would like coffee and asking George if he had any instructions for Herne. The Duchess remained, cuddling on the bed with a bemused but satisfied George. “Well, Mr. Treston, I imagine you have a few questions you would like answered. And please don’t fuss me with any protocol. It’s so out of place at this hour and in this state of undress.” They both laughed before George came out with the foremost question in his mind. “Are all the ‘women’ in this house men in women’s clothes and wigs?” “Not all, but many. And some of the servants who appear to be men are actually women. We planned it that way when we decided to get married.” George shook his head, dazed, as she went on. “I was an actor when Robert met me. There were a few of us who dressed as women for parody shows which we did in private homes. He was a guest at one of these parties, and he guessed almost at once that I was actually a man. After we’d spent some time together, we made a match of it, and we brought along a number of my theatre friends as servants and members of the household. Matthew was one of them. “It takes a great deal of money to keep everyone happy, of course, but Robert has made some astute and profitable speculations in London real estate, while I had already had a successful career at clipping the bank accounts of wide-eyed, wealthy young men who couldn’t resist a big cannon. So all of the household staff are very well paid, certainly better than if they were employed in the Royal Household.” Their conversation continued along those lines for a while. In time, George got up, dressed, kissed the Duchess good night and wished him/her sweet dreams, which made both of them laugh again. Back in his room, he found Herne waiting, stolid and stone-faced as ever. Herne assisted him to prepare for bed, and then disappeared with a polite but meaningless “Good night.” And George lay awake for some time, pondering everything he had learned. The next evening he had to disappoint Matthew, who had been hoping for another night of fun and games. “I’m sorry, your Lordship, but I’m all worn out after the last two nights.” “Rumour has it that, when you’re at home, you’re good for every night.” George laughed at that, but his laugh soon turned sad and serious. Having hot sex on tap any day and every day was all very well, but there was no substitute for time spent with the man he loved. Matthew quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. We all heard from a business associate of the Duke about your legendary love affair, and I should have known that you’d be missing him. Come on, let’s just cuddle up and you can tell me about him.” They proceeded to do just that, and George was definitely relieved by having a chance to talk about some real part of his life, in this bizarre nest of pretences and disguises and false fronts. Matthew held him close and stroked him gently as he talked, and that simple gesture of caring went a long way too. In the end, they fell asleep together like that, with Matthew holding George close. Life continued on for the next month at Harptree House, even as the preparations for the coronation and the court assembly went forward. George fucked repeatedly, or got fucked by, the Duke, the Duchess, the Earl, Anna (whose real name was Leonard), Pensett (who became far less pompous and officious after George bred him), Davies, and others. When the time came for the Coronation, the Duke had numerous official engagements, most important of them being the Accession Council. He and the Duchess, and the Earl with them, had to attend a number of high-level parties (“mind-numbing boredom,” as the Duchess complained to George later at night after one of them). For the Coronation itself, they even wangled a seat for George at the very back of Westminster Abbey, no mean achievement when eighty percent of the Abbey’s capacity was taken up by people required to attend by reason of protocol. The big moment George was preparing for came a week and a half later, when the Court officially assembled. Herne had dressed him to perfection in his court clothes, ensuring that his curled formal wig was exactly adjusted on his head. Lady Lydia had taken him in hand at the palace, leading him through the echelons of under-under-secretaries and sub-sub-officials. So well had his hosts trained him that he felt not the slightest quiver of nerves as his name was announced by the usher. He advanced, making the three ceremonial bows, and then bent to kiss the ring on the King’s hand. He even managed to withdraw backwards and over to the side without tripping over his own feet. There were still a string of formal balls to be gotten through, but the Harptree dancing master had ensured that he knew all the steps and wouldn’t disgrace himself or his hosts. However, with the Coronation and the Court Assembly out of the way, the most nerve-wracking parts were done. All that remained to be done now was to wait for an appointment with the King’s personal advisor for the colonies, where he might receive the hoped-for letter of marque. Another two weeks elapsed after the Coronation and the Court Assembly had happened, and the first three formal balls had passed, before George got the notice he’d been awaiting. Three mornings afterward, he presented himself and his letter of sponsorship from the Duke at the offices of Sir Vincent Hilperton, the personal advisor. After a brief and apparently pointless conversation, Sir Vincent thanked him for coming in the sort of bored, official tones which too plainly added the unspoken words, “and don’t stumble on the way out.” However, as George retreated into the antechamber, he was intercepted by a secretary who handed him a large envelope which contained the long-awaited letter. The Duke had already admonished him that the less people knew about his mission the better, so he settled for quietly informing the Duke that he had received the thing which he sought. From the lack of response on the Duke’s face, George deduced (correctly as it happened) that his host had known the outcome for some time, if not since before George even arrived in London. But he took it philosophically, understanding better than many older men that the hoops must all be jumped through in the correct order. That being the case, it was time for George to prepare for the long voyage home. He purchased another trunk to hold all his London finery from a leading maker. He found a date and time for a westbound ship which would take him across the ocean to Antigua. From there, he could readily get a berth on a ship heading for Jamaica – perhaps even one of his own ships, such as Euphemia, which called at Antigua from time to time. He worked in reverse order through his multiple partners at Harptree House, spending time or even full nights with each of them in turn. Last on the list was Matthew, the Earl of Butcombe, and here yet again George was invited, or expected, to spend a whole night. He gave himself a night off before his final night with Matthew, knowing that Matthew would expect him to plant at least two good-sized loads inside his firm round ass, and perhaps even more. The truth was that, ever since the night when Matthew had invited George to confide in him, the two had become good friends as much as bed partners. As ever, George had no trouble at all in rising to the occasion, giving Matthew a rousing fuck at bedtime, and cumming inside him twice. Then, in the morning, he continued in a gentler vein, sliding his way into Matthew’s warm, wet, welcoming hole to awaken him, and then pumping him slowly and gently until the floodgates opened and he poured a third load inside the Earl. Afterwards, as they relaxed while still joined together, Matthew sighed. “Dammit, George, I am really going to miss you when you’re gone. Nobody, and I mean nobody in this house fucks nearly as energetically or imaginatively as you do.” “Nobody? Really?” George had certainly enjoyed the variety offered to him as a guest. “There’s only one man here who comes even close to you.” “Who is that?” “Herne.” “Herne???” The shock in George’s voice matched the comically wide eyes and mouth. Matthew couldn’t help laughing at him. “What, you didn’t know? Well, no, that’s obvious that you didn’t know. I’m surprised.” “Herne never gave any indication that he was interested at all.” Matthew chuckled. “Well, he is, but in a different way. If you’d made a move in that direction, you would have found yourself escorted to the cellars and fastened down somewhere while he teased you, tickled you, tormented you, and finally turned you over so he could give you the works. I love getting myself filled up, but even so I can only take the full Herne treatment a few times every year. It takes a while to recover, and for the marks to die away, so I have to do it when I have no business appointments to worry about for the next week or so.” George shook his head, bemused. His main thought was that he was glad he hadn’t made a move in that direction any time during the week of the Coronation. The next day, Herne packed all of George’s belongings neatly away, certainly far more neatly than George could have done. George spent the day making final rounds in public view, tipping the various servants and enjoying a final round of tea, dinner, and conversation with the Duke and the Duchess. They, too, had enjoyed his presence as a guest, and not just in bed. As the Duke put it, in his normally irascible voice, “You’re a breath of fresh air among all the stuffed shirts I have to put up with.” The next morning, a carriage came to the front door to convey George to the docks where he would board the packet for the Atlantic voyage. His trunks and bags had been sent ahead over night and were in place in the hold and in the cabin. The ship’s captain showed great courtesy in taking him around to see where all his possessions were stowed. He knew that George owned a fleet of ships in the Caribbean, and wanted to be memorable, in case he ever wanted a change of career from the tedium of long Atlantic voyages. It was a long voyage, and it was tedious, but George at least managed the lucky break of finding a ship two days after he landed in Antigua which would call at Kingston on the way to the Caymans and Belize. That last leg of the trip passed off quickly enough, and George found himself and his belongings being landed on the new pier. And there was his humble house – humble, yes, but it certainly looked homelike to him after so many months divided between strange ships and stranger palaces. He hired a young man to load his things onto his donkey cart and convey them to this house and gave the lad a generous tip on delivery. Then he could finally relax. He had the house to himself, but he had expected that, since Carmelita wasn’t in the harbour. The odds had been not very good in any case that Kiru would happen to have been at the home base. He settled into a chair in the sitting room, quietly pondering everything he had seen and heard, and all he had learned, during his adventures. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, there came a knock at the door. Not a polite knock, Not the quiet, gentle scratch on the door employed by the servants at Harptree House. This was a peremptory knock, a commanding knock, even an urgent knock. George sighed and pulled himself to his feet. He opened the door to Silas Braydon, accompanied by a younger man. George didn’t know him by name, but his face was vaguely familiar. It was Silas, though, who opened the conversation in hesitant tones as soon as they were inside. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, George. I knew you’d be resting after your long voyage, but I have very serious news to share.” “Well?” “And you must prepare yourself for a terrible shock.” “All right, Silas, come on, out with it.” Silas still hesitated for a moment, but he knew that his time was up. “I’m so sorry, George, but here it is: Kiru is dead.”

I noticed that this thread was posted about 10 years age. Can't believe I missed it since sling sex is right up my alley. I love dressing in my boots, jock strap, and bare ass black leather chaps. I like to go to a sex club where I can see and be seen by all the other men there. I kick back in a sling with my feet in the stirrups and watch the men walking by, and checking me out. I rarely have to wait more than a minute before a guy steps up and shoves his hard cock into my tweaking hole. Without fail, a group of men gathers around to watch me getting fucked. For me, being watched is a big turn on. Being in a sling, there is no cruising or playing games. It's an open invitation for all tops to fuck me. I take every cock that comes along.

Dentists are very poorly trained, both in what the varied clinical uses of Truvada and Descovy are, and in how to communicate and ask questions about them. I went to the UW Dental School clinic and they assumed I was HIV+ after seeing Descovy in my meds (even though it wasn't in my history) and when I explained that it was used for PrEP and how it worked they had no idea about it and didn't believe me. I spoke to one of the supervising instructors and told them that the students need to be better educated for their clinical work? Also, how was it that the UW Student Health people hadn't educated their students about PrEP as an personal option for all sexually active students?

Chapter 2: He heard the sound of the stranger's zipper, the rustle of fabric, and then a sudden warmth and pressure as the anonymous man's dick pushed against his lips. It was thick, just as he had imagined, and it filled his mouth completely. The engaged man's eyes rolled back in his head as he took it all, his tongue dancing around the velvety head, tasting the salt and musk of a stranger's desire. The poppers had done their work, turning his nervousness into pure, unbridled lust. The stranger's hand wrapped around the back of his head, guiding him in a rhythmic bobbing motion, his hips thrusting in time. He could feel the man's excitement growing, the grip on his hair tightening with each stroke. The sounds of wet, hungry sucking filled the small bathroom, a symphony of lust that seemed to echo off the cold, hard surfaces. Suddenly, the stranger pulled out, leaving the engaged man gasping for air. "You want more, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the man's very bones. The engaged man nodded, his eyes still blindfolded, his mouth still open in anticipation. The hand that had been holding his head guided him to a nearby wall, and he felt his pants being pulled down to his ankles. The cool air of the bathroom caressed his ass and thighs, sending goosebumps rushing over his skin. The stranger's hand was on him again, this time tracing a line down his spine before settling on his cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. With a grunt, the stranger pushed him against the wall, and the engaged man felt the tip of that massive cock at his entrance. He took a deep breath, bracing himself, and then it was inside him, stretching him wider than he had ever been. He let out a muffled cry, the pain quickly giving way to an intense, burning pleasure. The stranger didn't stop, didn't hesitate, just started fucking him hard and fast, his hips slamming into him with an almost brutal force. The engaged man's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, his body no longer his own as he was used and filled by this stranger. He could feel the man's hand on his throat, squeezing gently, the other hand digging into his hip as he was pounded into the wall. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was all he could hear, all he could feel was the cock inside him, claiming him in a way that no one else ever had. And then, just when he thought he couldn't take any more, the stranger stopped, pulling out with a wet pop. "On your back," he ordered, his voice gruff with need. The engaged man complied, his legs shaking as he laid down on the cold, hard floor. He heard the sound of the baby change table being pulled down with a clang, and then he was being lifted onto it. The plastic was cold against his back, but the heat of the stranger's body quickly warmed him up as he was entered again, this time with an even deeper, more primal force. The man's cock was a piston, driving into him without mercy, pushing him to the very edge of his limits. The pain was exquisite, a sweet agony that had him moaning and writhing, his own cock trapped and straining against his stomach. He could feel the stranger's hot breath on his neck, his teeth grazing his earlobe. "You're mine now," the stranger murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a shiver of pure, unadulterated lust through the engaged man's body. "Mine to use whenever I want." The words were a catalyst, igniting a fire in the engaged man that had been smoldering for weeks. He arched his back, pushing himself onto that thick, delicious cock, meeting each thrust with his own desperation. The stranger's hand found his own cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, and it was all too much. He came, his orgasm ripping through him like a tornado, leaving him trembling and gasping for air. But the stranger wasn't done. He kept pumping into him, harder and faster, until he too reached his climax, filling the engaged man with a hot flood of cum that spilled out onto the baby change table. The sound of their ragged breaths filled the room, the only testament to the carnality that had just unfolded. When the stranger finally pulled out, the engaged man felt empty, both physically and emotionally. But as the blindfold was removed and he looked into the eyes of the man who had just fucked him so thoroughly, he knew that this was just the beginning. There was something in those eyes, a glint of ownership, of possession, that told him that aussieanon had big plans for his newfound toy. And as they dressed in the dim light of the bathroom, exchanging knowing smiles and a promise to meet again, the engaged man realized that he was more than okay with that. He craved it, in fact. The thrill of the unknown, the danger of discovery, it all just added to the excitement. As he stepped out into the cool night air, the taste of the stranger still on his lips, he knew that he would do whatever it took to feel that way again.

Wet bodies look like they're covered in lubricant ready to be rubbed, stroked and fucked. I especially like sweet clean guys soaked in sex sweat and high as kites.

I had a devil dick put into my hole once. I didn't love the freezing effect of it at all. But once it melted, the cum was unreal.

New number (323) 509-5463

part 3 When we got into Tom's car I started looking through all the apps and websites in search of any activity for us to start with. I looked on sniffies and saw there were quite a few groups around town advertising for some group fun and a few check-ins at the porn shops in town too. I told Tom about what I found and he said we would check them out but first he wanted to take me to meet a special friend first. My curiosity peaked at this and he wouldn't tell me he just kept saying it was going to be a surprise so I relented and just kept searching for more and more hookup opportunities. We kept driving for a little longer and we pulled up to a very nice modest house making me wonder again what we were doing. Tom parked in the driveway and proceeded to get out and I followed suit. We got to the door and Tom rang the doorbell and we waited. We didn't have to wait long and when the door opened up I was shocked to see a very beefy strong man answer the door completely naked and hard. He was an older man probably in his forties with tattoos covering every inch of his 7ft body, his rippling muscles accented his full tan and piercings in every part that a man would find super sexy. His 12 inch thick cock was pierced with a very large prince albert and there was a jacob's ladder leading down to a nice set of big balls. The curve in his shaft made the jacob's ladder look even more impressive and I had to rip my eyes away when Tom shook me to get my attention. I blushed as I looked up at this man and he smiled and asked me if I liked what I saw and I blushed a bit and told him he looked so sexy. He again smiled at me and winked making me blush more and he grabbed Tom by the waist and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss and ushered us both in. Once inside Tom and this man started to make out again and he proceeded to strip Tom right there in the doorway. Once Tom was naked we walked over to me and started to do the same to me and the feeling of his mouth on mine made me shake some with how soft his lips felt. When I was naked he stepped away again and Tom finally told me who he was and what we were planning on doing here. "Kyle I'm sure you can tell that Rob here and I know each other fairly well and I have kept him up to date on what you and I have been up to as well as your status now and we agreed that you needed more from the source that gave me the gift." I looked at him in shock switching again to look at Rob imagining in my head of Tom being fucked by this titan of a man and I almost lost it right there and we hadn't even done anything yet. I stood speechless for a moment more and then Tom told me more of what would be happening. "Rob here agreed to start our day with a group breeding session here at his house and you and I both are going to be the bottoms for over 50 poz guys so they can add their bugs to us to bring to college and pass along and afterwards we are going to let Rob here tattoo and pierce us both since he is a highly successful tattoo artist and piercer." Hearing this made my dick jump since I had never bottomed for so many guys before and it excited me to no end. I jumped into Rob's arms and started to make out with him like crazy and I felt his cock at its full hardness already start to poke and probe at my hole. Rob kept thrusting up and down, never missing a beat as he continued to shove his pierced tongue down my throat. Rob set me down and said he wanted to make sure the full party was here before he started to fuck. He took both of our hands and led us down into his basement. We started to hear the thumping of music as we descended down the stairs and we were met with applause after Rob opened the door and all in attendance saw us walking through the door. It took us a moment to adjust to the dimness of the room and when our eyes adjusted we looked and saw a full on sex area with so many naked and hard men ready to fuck. Everything you can imagine was in this basement from slings, fuck benches, st andrew's crosses and so many other things for fucking and we were going to be doing everything here. Rob turned the music down so he could address the crowd. "Alright you dirty fuckers here we go we have Tom and Kyle both here now and like I told you before these sexy young men want everything you can think of done to them and make sure that you all give them a load in their holes so they can make sure to spread it around with them when they both make it to college." After you shoot your first load in these boys you are free to use them again or to use anyone at the party but only after you shoot your first load in them so they get the full potency. "So without further interruption let's get this party going." The large crowd cheered as Rob turned the music back up and we were swarmed by the biggest fuck party I could ever imagine. We were both led to the sling area and lifted into them by many hands and strapped in. A screen was wheeled over to me and to Tom and I could see two cameras attached to the screen and the screen was split into two sides. I could see myself and I could see Tom on the other side so I knew they rolled over one where he was to. Rob walked up to me and told me he set this up so it could be streamed live for any dirty horny fucker who wanted to see this party and so I could see everyone fucking Tom as well. I thanked him for all of this and he gave me that amazing smile again and walked to the end of the sling telling me since Tom was his already POZ son from the start it was only fair for him to be the first one to add his strain in from the father source. I was salivating as I saw that Rob had changed the ring in his PA to one that had a rather large ball at the entrance of his piss slit and I looked at him and said for him to bring it on and make me his POZ son too. Rob lubed his cock up and lined the tip of it right at the entrance of my hole and I whimpered with excitement as a bottle of poppers was brought to my nose and I inhaled deeply a few times in each nostril and I was so warm and floating on the high. Rob told me to look up at the screen and I could see that Tom was about to start getting worked over too and he was looking right at the camera so he was eye with me and he told me he loved me and to have fun. I said it right back to him and right after the word fun was uttered Rob took that as his cue and slammed every inch of his thick ramrod into my suspended hole. As stretched as I was from all of the training I was able to skip the sensations of pain all together and I felt nothing but total bliss as this titan fucked me hard. The crowd of men all applauded seeing me take his schlong like a champion and kept cheering more and more to ampt up the both of us. While Rob was plowing my innards I looked and saw that Tom was receiving the same treatment on his end and I loved seeing him be a champ with getting fucked as much as I was too. More poppers were offered me to and I made sure I got a nice big dose making me flying on air again. Feeling Rob's large cock rubbing onto my prostate was getting me ready to blow my own load and I shouted that and he told me he was close too which made the crowd applauded and then someone grabbed a tube which looked like a penis pump and grabbed my cock quickly and inserted it into this tube. Once it was inserted the one who put it on showed me the end of the hose that attached to the tube and I saw a very large electronic butt plug. He rushed over behind Rob and inserted the plug into Rob and Rob saw my confusion and he told me he didn't want any of my load to go to waste so when any of these guys fuck me and make me cum they get my strain while I get theres. This made me smile and I could feel the suction and the pumping start from the tube. Rob fucked me harder and harder and In one final slam I could feel his cock swell and pain my insides with all the hot POZ cum that made my brother and essentially me become POZ. I was in pure ecstasy and my ass clamped down hard on his cock and I started to shoot what had to be the biggest load of my young life. I watched as best as I could so I could see my cum be sucked through the tube and be deposited into Rob's ass and I knew it was a success when Rob told me that the butt plug expanded and shot my load in him. I was breathing heavy and I looked back at the screen and saw my brother doing the same and I knew he got his first load of the day too. He saw me looking into the camera and we smiled at each other and shouted at the same time. WHO'S NEXT?

I am not much of a writer but I will do my best to tell this tale. I don't remember exactly how old I was 18, 19 but that doesn't really matter. As a late bloomer I always knew I was different. I dated a girl once but we never had sex. I stumbled across a porn tape in my dad's draw and used to watch it and always got hard at the guys never the girls. At this time AOL was the big thing with chat rooms. I eventually discovered the gay ones and made a few friends and met in person for socializing. There was another side to these chatrooms that I was naive too... One day this older guy in his late fifties started talking to me. He lived kinda close like 15 min. He said we shod meet for a drink one time and chat. I agreed and he said he could pick me up if I like and I said ok. I have. Him my cross streets and met him at 9pm on my corner. He had a big old Cadillac that reaked of cigarettes and cologne. He looked older than he said and was thin probably 120lbs with bushy black hair and about 5' 5" . I was 5'10 175. We got back to his apartment and I sat on the couch and we talked for quite a while. He was nice and we had some things in common. He asked if I wanted something to drink. I agreed and he made us a southern comfort and coke which I never had beforeand I liked it. A little too much. Before I knew it I had finished my third. We were just sitting around smoking Marlboroughs and getting drunk. He asked me if I wanted to put on some tv or a movie. I said sure and he turned on his big screen the and fired up the vhs and it started playing gay porn which I had never seen before. I was enthralled. He smiled and asked if I smoked weed. I had a few times with some friends but not for a while. So he asked if I wanted to and I said sure. I was pretty buzzed at this time and once we started smoking and watching the porn I got super horny. He took off his shoes and socks and asked me to get comfortable so I did the same. More drinks and weed were offered and accepted. I was flying. He put his hand on mine and moved it to his crotch which was hard and big. I was nervous.and shaking but the weed helped. He took off my shirt and pants and did the same. He was very thin but tight and strong. Not usually my type but the weed and drinks made that change. We started kissing slow and sensual and caressing each other's bodies. His wet tongue licking down my throat to my chest and stomach drove me mad he tongues my navel and slowly slipped off my briefs. He then sat back down on the couch and asked me to do the same to him. He was very excited by the buldge in his underwear. Once I slipped them off I saw his big veiny oozing cock for the first time and it looked amazing. The sight and musk off him was driving me mad. He slapped it across my face and the precum went in my mouth and eye and he smiled. He rubbed the slick ozing hard on my lips and pulled my head down and slowly enters my mouth. I slowly.sucked as much as I could and he guided me as to what he liked. He then did something that I had not know about up until this very moment. He pulled out a little brown bottle and unscrewed it as I sucked him. He offer me some while I was still sucking so I stopped and said what is that? He looked supposed and then realized how little experience i had. He said just inhale it thru your nostril while I hole the other one closed. I obeyed and he quickly switched nostrils and told me to breathdeeper and I did. Wow what a sensation my whole body flushed with heat and I got super horny for his cock and sucked like I was possessed. He laughed and moaned at the same time. He got me. From that moment on I would do anything for him. I continued to suck for a bit longer feeding more on poppers. He then had us switch positions and did the same to me. I was in heaven. He was kneeling on the floor in front of my as I was laying back on the couch stroking and sucking my cock. He started poking my balls with his leaking cock and slowly manuvered my legs up onto his shoulders. He was just caressing me and rubbing his cock against my ass crack and feeding me poppers and booze. I was flying. He lowered his head down and for the first time ever had a tongue licking my hole. I gasped as he lapped at it and clenched my ass in response. He told me to relax and hit the poppers. Once I took a big hit his tongue went in deep and I squirmed and felt like I had cum but I didn't. He spent quite a while in there and I loved it. He eventually stopped and then reached up and kissed me deep. I could taste my ass and weed smoke on his tongue and it was primal. At that point he began rubbing his cock against my spit lubed crack. Every few strokes I felt the head cross my hole and it was amazing. It was almost as if it was scratching an itch i had l. He held the poppers my nose and popped the leaking head in and I winced. He kept it there still. Said just relax. I said you need a rubber he said fine and left it there for a few min for.me to relax but then relented. He put the rubber on and we began again. Made me finish off my fresh drink another hit of popper and he entered me slowly. It hurt alot but the poppers made it easier. He did it slow to make me get used to it. He was soon balls deep up to his thick hairy bush and kept it there for a few min. Then he slowly began rocking back and fourth and it felt better. Me on my back 18 to with an old man's cock buried in me it was sureal. He came inside the rubber in me and sucked me to completion. He asked if I wanted to stay the night but I lived at home parents still so he drove me home. As I thanked him head still spinning he said I want to have me over the next night. I agreed....

***In my mind I had the story worked out and it was further along, and this part is a bit lengthy. But don't worry, it's going to get to the bug chasing by the next part.*** Part Three I got my answer about twenty minutes later when the doorbell was ringing again. This time it was the guy I’d first talked to outside yesterday when I was looking for the man in charge. A bit younger than the rest of the crew. Sandy hair, bit of beard scruff. Tall and buff, a definite stud hunk in the making. “Hi, uh, Dan told me to see you about . . .?” he trailed off, clearly shy and perhaps a little worried that now it was his turn to be made a fool of. I looked out over his shoulder to see the guy who’d fucked me, obviously Dan, give me a little grin and a thumbs-up. I gave him a nod, and then stepped aside to let my latest sperm donor in. I was shaking my head as I closed the door, trying not to laugh at myself. This would be the third guy in a couple of days to give me a load, and I hadn’t even bothered to ask any of their names. Somehow I was okay with that, too. I felt like a prostitute that gets paid in semen. This guy was really nervous, so I knew I had my work cut out for me to get him to relax. I offered him a beer but he declined, saying he had to be back on the job in 15 minutes. No time to waste, I asked him if he wanted a blowjob or to fuck my ass. He took about 30 seconds to weight the options then, without looking me in the eyes, he said ‘fuck’, so I led him back to the bedroom. As we got in the bedroom, I could feel he was right behind me. He grabbed my hips, led me over to the bed, and guided me to just bend over. Nice, he wants to pound me from behind, he can go hard and deep that way, so I was happy. I also had a feeling that he was sort of disconnect me from him. He could pound me, but not have to see me or look at my face. Human fleshlight. I slid my shorts down over my ass and offered my hole up. I heard him fiddling with his pants, and then seconds later he was poking his dick head around my opening, but not quite hitting the mark. So I reached back and took hold of what felt like a really thick, but not too long, cock, and guided it to the bullseye. Although I didn’t see it, his dick did not feel as long as the other two guys, but was easily thicker by inches. Honestly, it was like backing up to a big butt plug -which I happen to love, so yeah me! I wiggled my ass and willed my hole to open up around him, and once a couple of inches were in, he hit the slick of cum that his buddy had left in me and the rest of his tool rushed right on it. Fuck it felt good. And full. Definitely like being plugged. I felt some stinging as my hole was stretched to capacity so quickly. “Holy fuck!” he howled. After that he just went to pounding, the only sounds in the room were the wet smacking of his hips meeting my jiggling butt, and our mingling grunts and groans. I have to say that even though he didn’t have the depth penetration of his coworkers, that thick dick was just what my ass needed. I love the stretch and his cock was sending me to heaven. His size seemed to hit me in just the right place inside and I actually found myself having a rare anal orgasm. I’ve done it only once before with a dildo, so this was a pleasant surprise. So there I was gasping and groaning my way through an anal orgasm, when I heard him say, “Jesus fuck, your ass just got all juicy around my dick. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Aw, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He slammed me so hard and fast as his balls exploded their seed into my ass, and we were left panting and gasping for a few minutes before he finally extracted his still semi-hard dick from my used hole. He staggered back, almost shaky on his feet after such a powerful orgasm. He bent over, hands on knees, still sucking in air, and looked up at me. “That was incredible. I never came like that in my entire life. I thought I might pass out.” “Your dick is amazing. You made me have an orgasm in my ass -something hardly no men can say they’ve done to a guy.” “You can do that?” he asked me, frowning. “Oh yeah. You felt it.” “When your ass got all slick,” he noted, now standing to his full height, and pulling his pants back into place. “Fuck, that sent me over the edge. I never felt anything like that before. And no girl has ever let me fuck them hard like that. Usually I’m so thick they suck me or jerk me until I’m close, then maybe they let me in just to finish.” He didn't have to bother telling me they also made him stretch a condom on, too. “I’ve only had one anal orgasm in my life and that was with a toy -and it was years ago,” I told him as we walked back to the front door. “Seriously, if you want to fuck me again, I’d love it.” He looked at me in disbelief. “Really? It’s that easy.” “Hey, it’s not like we’re dating. You need a hole to fuck, my ass is yours. Anytime.” He was shaking his head and smiling as he walked out back to work. “You gay guys sure do have it easy,” he said to me, and then he was gone. I didn't want to tell him that this was a very rare and extreme situation I was in with his crew. Though maybe I should have to ensure that he would come back to me for more. Better if he didn't go out looking for other guys to fuck if he knew I was a sure thing. The rest of the day went by with no one ringing my bell. The construction noise quit, and I sat down and enjoyed the peace and quiet. For about five minutes. And then the doorbell rang. I figured it was a neighbour or something, so I was stunned to find Dan standing before me, smiling but nervous. I didn’t even say anything, just stepping aside and allowing him in. While he dropped onto the sofa, I got him a beer. But I sat down to enjoy the rest of my wine rather than going right to his crotch, which was rapidly on the rise. “You don’t mind that I came back?” he asked. “Nope,” I told him simply. “I told you, you can fuck me any time.” He told me that he didn’t think anyone meant any harm by what they all started with me, first with the foreman, and then with him sending the new guy in. And that I didn’t need to do anything with any of them, that it all just lucked out that I was horny and willing and the heat was keeping them all hot and bothered, too. “It’s not like I do this sort of thing all the time,” I assured him. “But I will admit that if the opportunity presents itself like it did when the boss came in, I will happily take it.” “And it’s okay that the other guys now all want a crack at that ass?” he asked with a big grin. “This all seems really . . . unreal to me.” “I’d love it. Really. I’ll just make sure that I’m ready for them.” In other words, horny, in little clothing, and already cleaned out. “You don’t want to let everyone fuck you, though. I don’t think it is safe with a couple of the guys.” I didn’t question what he meant by that, simply telling him that I could handle whatever they threw my way. He laughed, shaking his head, and called me a whore, but in a very teasing way. I responded by dropping to the floor between his legs and getting my hands into his pants to release his rock hard dick. “I like that. Use me like a whore,” I told him as I engulfed his swollen meat all the way down to his musky pubes. He threw his head back and growled. I only got to spend a few minutes sucking him this time. Evidently he was hornier now than he was earlier. He stood up, pulling me up, too, and then came around behind me, bending me down onto the sofa, where he was presented with my ass. After a couple of quick pokes to feel that I was still quite wet, he immediately jammed about half of his hard length into me. With one more push he was balls deep. From there it was just a frenzy of skin, animal sex noises, and a lot of ‘fuck yeah!’s. He blasted another load up my ass about ten minutes later, and then pulled out and sat down to finish his beer. I noticed that his dick was still standing tall, it didn’t soften even in the slightest. “I take it you’re up for going again?” I laughed. “You need to go somewhere?” he asked, now looking worried that he was overstaying his welcome. What man in his right mind would ever think anything was more important that getting used by a hot looking man like him? “Nope. I’m all yours,” I assured him. He tilted his head and eyed me. “I can go a lot. When I was in my teens I could jack-off ten times a day and still have cum to shoot by the end. And I’ve been on a sort of dry spell for a few months, so I'm crazy horny.” “I’ll take whatever your balls can give me.” “In that case, I might be here all night,” he chuckled. “Fine,” I told him confidently. And just like that, I had myself an all night fuck. And he really did fuck me all night long. Basically in every room in the house. I’ve never met a man who could fuck and cum so much and still need to keep going. I was in pig heaven! Not only did he fuck me in the kitchen, front hallway, shower, laundry room, bedroom, living room again, but after we finally did fall asleep from total exhaustion, he woke me three times through the night and dumped more loads in me every time. We both slept like babies, and in the morning I made him breakfast and told him of a route through my backyard that would take him around the block to his car so the rest of the crew wouldn’t know he spent the night. He was okay with them knowing he’d fucked me yesterday, but it made things look very different that he’d spent the night. I’m actually not even sure if that was a worry of his, but I got it into my mind that it could be a sticky situation, so I made the suggestion first. Bill showed up at my door around mid-morning wearing a shit-eating grin as he strolled into my house again. I don’t know, maybe I’m an idiot, but I just couldn’t see any reason to say no to him. Or any of them, really. I’d gotten a good look at the entire crew through the window yesterday, and they were all attractive in their own way. Even the less attractive ones were hot to me. Maybe more. And there were a couple that looked quite rough that really seemed to get my blood pressure up. “So I heard that a couple of my guys did more than just feed you their loads yesterday. You okay with that?” Bill asked, talking to me like I was one of his employees. “Of course,” I told him. Clearly he was in semi-business mode. He obviously didn’t need any sort of complaint for inappropriate behavior. “Let’s just say that you guys have put me in a mood. So while you’re here, why don’t you just let them have some fun.” He frowned and shook his head. “Really? All of them? I’ve got a fifteen man crew out there. Are you seriously telling me that you would let all of them fuck you?” “Yes,” I told him without hesitation. “You know, word got around them pretty fast. Now they’re all fucking horny and not concentrating on their work,” he said. “So tell them if they don’t get their mind on the job, they don’t get any ‘rewards’,” I suggested. “I’m off work for the next couple of weeks, so I will be available any time.” He pondered this for a bit, and then was nodding. “Okay, if I can work it, they can visit you on their breaks, so we actually get this job done. If they’re doing a really good job, then they can come over at some other point in their shift. That could take up a lot of your day.” “It’s more than fine,”I assured him, noticing how his crotch was filling out before my eyes. “I think you’re going to need a little help with that.” He looked down at his bulge and just sort of grunted. “Later. I got to get them moving,” he said, turning and heading back out, not at all worried that he was sporting major wood. “I’ll be back once I get things on track here.” With that, a plan was set. And after I heard all of the machines doing their noise for a while, Bill was back. He was already opening his pants as I opened the front door. I like a man who doesn’t waste time. “So, you like to get fucked,” he said, walking past me as I closed the door behind him. He didn’t even give me a chance to respond, quickly grabbing hold of me, spinning me around and yanking my shorts down over my ass. Within a matter of seconds he was buried in my hot ass, pounding away. “Yeah, you’re a fucking slut, aren’t you?” he growled. “Taking all of our dicks, huh? You like that? Slut?” His breath was hot on my right ear and I just love feeling a man that close while he’s fucking me. “Fuck yeah! I loved to get used like a whore. Fucking breed my ass!” I yelled back to him. It was a quick fuck, just him nailing me from behind right there in the entryway, both of our pants around our knees, rutting like animals. “Take that fucking cum, faggot!” he roared as he blasted my ass full of a very hot load of seed. We both pulled our bottoms back up, he slapped me on the butt and headed back to the door. “You might as well keep those shorts off -you’re going to be naked most of the time, anyway. Now that I know what a good fuck you are, I’ll make sure you get all the dick you can handle.” Just as he was stepping out the door he looked back at me and added, “And some maybe you can’t.” That was a bit ominous but also exciting. My dick was throbbing in my shorts and my hole was giving involuntary spasms at the thought of getting fucked again. Funny how you can go without and be mostly fine, but as soon as you get one dick in you, you want them ALL. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long -only about 10 minutes- before my next eager construction stud was ringing my doorbell. And so it went. For the entirety of the week, I had a steady stream of horned up, sweaty, dirty, musky men in and out of my house, giving me more loads that I could keep track of. A few were really clinging to their ‘straightness’ and would only let me suck them, but for the most part the rest wanted a bit of sucking to start and then a good fuck to finish. By Thursday night I had taken on all of the crew (at least once, some had repeats) except for the three rather rough looking ones. I figured they just weren’t interested. I didn’t sweat it, either way, because Dan seemed to be more than willing to take up the slack. He showed up after the crew left on Thursday, and I figured we were going to spend the night fucking like we had the other day. Fine by me. We started in the living room with me riding his lap on the couch, taking our time for a change, and talking a little. Just actually enjoying each other's company. “So what’s the deal with those other three guys?” I asked him. “The ones who haven’t come for a turn.” I had a feeling what it was, but I wanted to be sure. Somehow the prospect only made my ass hungrier. He took on a very serious face at this point. “I don’t think you want them. They’re trouble.” “How do you mean?” “I’m not totally certain, but I’m pretty sure they’re kind of fucked up. Like into hardcore stuff. The rest of the guys are just horny. But I’ve heard those three talking sometimes and they get into some twisted shit. I think they might have some STD’s, too.” My dick was shockingly steel hard hearing him talk about those guys. I probably shouldn’t want them, given that I’ve always managed to stay safe, but the thought of them using me was turning me the fuck on. To most people those guys might look a little rough or like trouble, but to me they looked like the porn stars that I always drool over. Rough and tough, hairy, hard all over, tattoos, probably pierced, too. The total porn stud package. Just thinking about them was sending me into overdrive. And Dan noticed, too. “Fuck, you are a pig! You actually like the idea of those three fucking you?” he asked as he drove his dick harder and deeper up into me, our fuck now getting more intense. I rode him harder, too. “I know I shouldn’t,” I panted, “But the idea of it has me so hot.” “Good thing we saved them for last, then. How about I tell them to come over after shift tomorrow. Everyone cuts out early Friday, anyway. I want to come and watch, if that’s okay.” “You know you’re always welcome here,” I told him adamantly. I meant that, too. Something different was happening with Dan. I could feel it, and I’m sure that he did, too. We were not just fucking. He had taken an interest in me. I couldn’t help but wonder what he would think of me after I had a go with those three remaining guys. Would he think I’m too disgusting to fuck anymore? I pushed those thoughts out of my head. None of this had been expected, so any action is good action in my books. He slammed his beautiful cock deep into me and roared as he flooded me with more sperm. The thought of his cum in me, and those three rough looking guys fucking me with some sort of bugs, just sent me over the edge, and my dick exploded hands-free, firing a line of cum up Dan’s stomach and chest, right to his face. When we both settled down from our powerful orgasms, I saw all of the cum on Dan and leaned over and began licking it up. At first he leaned back just a little as I approached him, maybe he thought I was going to kiss him with cum on my lips? But then I started licking more cum up, trying to gather as much as possible in my mouth before I swallowed it. I managed to get his face, neck and chest cleaned while still impaled on Dan’s hard dick. And then he surprised me by grabbing me behind the neck and pulling my face to his, mashing our lips together. His tongue forced it’s way past my lips and he began licking and probing for my load. Fucking hell, I hadn’t expected this from such a butch looking man. We swapped spit and cum for at least five minutes, both of us enjoying this new intimacy, when suddenly I felt Dan’s dick throbbing in my ass again. That finally made me pull away from him. “Are you cumming again?” I asked. “I didn’t expect that, but fuck!” he yelled, riding the wave through his orgasm. “I never did anything like that before but it was so fucking hot my dick just went off.” Evidently he liked it, because he pulled me back to him and we made out for ages before he wanted to fuck again in a different room. We had definitely turned a corner and now Dan and I had gone into some other territory that I was not sure he wanted. Though he wasn’t shying away from it, either. We continued to kiss and fuck our way through the entire night again, and he added another load right before he headed out to work in the morning. That was when I knew that something was different, because he went out the front door, for all the guys to see. He still had on the same grungy clothes as the day before, but the rest of him obviously looked freshly showered. I heard the guys making dirty comments and just whooping it up that he’d spent the night fucking the whore. Hey, we both had big smiles on our faces, so who cares? I smiled to myself all day thinking Dan. Unexpectedly, I might have found something I hadn’t been looking for. Dan came in for his breaks, but we didn’t fuck, and none of the other guys came in, either. On his last break I mentioned it. “I was a little surprised that nobody came in to fuck me today since it’s the last day on site.” “Well, they all had their turns -except for Luke, Andy, and Rob for tonight.” “I guess I shouldn’t complain. I got more cock and cum this week than I have the past couple of years combined,” I laughed. I stared at him for a couple of minutes, but he was staring at the floor, deep in thought. Finally, he came to a decision. “I . . . I told the guys not to come in,” he told me, now looking me in the eyes. My stomach just sank when he said that. “What? Why? Did I do something wrong?” “No, no. Just the opposite. This has been all so weird to me, but ever since that first day I can’t stop thinking about you. I never even considered being bi before we started working here, and now I can’t even get hard thinking about a woman. I only get hard when I think about you,” he confessed. I was shocked speechless. That’s the last thing I expected to hear from him. Yes, I knew I felt a strong connection, but he just jumped in the deep end. Most men in his position would spend their time denying it, pretending nothing ever happened, pretending we’d never met. Instead, he was coming out to me -and he never even knew he was gay before this week. Right away his posture dropped and he looked insecure. “Look, you know I’ve never done this stuff before. But I fuckin’ like you. A lot. And I think you like me.” “A lot,” I pointed out, and his face split with a huge grin of relief. It sounded to me like he was talking about a relationship, so I worried that I might not get a chance to sample the last three guys, the ones I was sure had some bugs to pass my way. Or, if they do, will he be still even like me? “The guys are still going to breed me tonight, right?” My mind was swirling. Things like this just never happened to a guy like me. And this hunk, only now realizing he is gay, could have literally any man he wanted. And he was saying he wanted me. “About that. It’s still on, but I have to tell you something. When I talked to them earlier and told them you wanted their loads, they mentioned that they all have HIV. They look healthy enough, but they said to tell you that they do shoot viral loads -whatever that means. I don’t know about all of this stuff, but I’m pretty sure it means you could get sick.” I had already figured that was the case, and I was still horny as hell to get their cum in me -as evidenced by the growing tent in my shorts. “I see that doesn’t turn you off the way I thought it might,” Dan laughed. “Then it’s on,” he told me, leaning over for a quick but strong kiss before returning to finish out the workday. Shortly after 4 pm all of the equipment had been taken away, the street cleaned, and most of the workers departed. The four remaining men moved their vehicles to my driveway and entered my house for a night I was not soon to forget.

Fake Bareback Porn Cast (Part 3) Both tops stood moved closer. They both clenched their fists. I would receive a good beating any minute now. I gazed to Tim and Sydney, who were talking to each other. Sydney opened a bag and retrieved a bottle of water. He told Stuart and Tony to wait a second. The recording was interrupted due to a short break. “You are doing an extremely good job, you know that? This is so realistic.” Sydney purred. “That’s not an act…. they are really hurting me. Make them stop please” I cried silently. “You’ve signed a contract. This is a hardcore porn production.” Sydney whispered. “Are you prepared to pay the fine?” he asked. “How much would it be?” I panted. “I don’t know – it depends on how much the film would have made in leasing and selling – maybe 100.000 Dollars?” he estimated. “What? But I get only 200 dollars for participating… I don’t have 100.000 dollars to pay you” I sobbed. “I know…. I know baby, but you are making a great impression. They won’t last long now. I know both guys for a long time. They will shoot soon and then the take is over.” Sydney smiled warmly at me. “Listen - I could talk to Tim. Maybe he will give you 150 dollars on top for your good work. Then you would get 350 dollars for just a couple of minutes now. Just offer the lads your hole. Maybe another beating and then you are done. What do you think?” he wanted to know. “Okay” I sniffed “But can I get the other half of the pill. The effect wears off” I pleaded. “Nah – Tim said only half of it. And you should really fight a bit more. Hit them back. Spit them into their faces. They like that kind of stuff. Try to run away maybe…. and tomorrow you will get another job offer probably. You need the money, don’t you?” he looked at me questioningly. I nodded slowly. “Okay. Keep on raping him. Enjoy his body.” Sydney said to the two guys. They showed their big bulges proudly. “And action” Tim shouted. Tony and Stuart sneaked around me. “Come on tramp. Sit on your knees and suck our dicks you slut.” Stuart slapped me into my face. I straightened up immediately and I started opening Tony’s pants. A massive cock hit me in the face instantly. I opened my mouth and started sucking his dickhead. Meanwhile I tried to unbutton Stuarts pants. I didn’t want to feel him neglected, and get punished for that. So I jerked him off while my tongue tried to perform love to Tony’s dick. Both guys were towering above me and were frenchkissing each other. “Open your fucking mouth and stop lapping around my cockhead like a five dollar whore” Tony rumbled. Stuart tried to push his dick into my mouth also. I gave my best to open my jaws wider. I was able to get both dicks between my lips, but they weren’t able to fuck me down my throat. Tim and Sydney surrounded us, while I tried sucking both aggressive tops, with the cameras and recorded the forced entry. They filmed me while I was crying out of fear and pain. Both had their jeans open also, and I could the whole scenery made them horny too, but they were professionals. They didn’t interfere. Stuart withdrew his cock again and looped his belt around my neck. Within a few seconds he tightened his grip and started to strangle me. My eyes widened. I opened my mouth further to gasp for air, but all I got was Tony’s dick. He started pushing his 9 inch cock deep into my throat. I made chocking noises and started beating with my fists against Tony’s hips and lower stomach. I felt like suffocating. He hit me several times with his fist against the side of my head and shouted to open up. “Open up you pig. Swallow my fat cock . Let me into your throat you worthless peace of shit.” he snarled. Stuart knew exactly what he did. He blocked me from my breathing until I almost fainted and then he let go of the belt. I started heaving my chest inhale. But shortly after that he started to strangle me again. Tony held both of my ears meanwhile and while he pushed his cock brutally down my throat, he pulled my ears towards his groin. It felt like he would rip them away from head. Tony face fucked me for at least 15 minutes. I was not sure if I was alive or dead after that. “Come on… I want to tear his ass cunt apart. It is your turn to choke him.” Stuart demanded. The hauled me up and told me to get rid of my hot pants or they would use a knife an cut it away from my body. The punched me in my face brutally I fell backwards and since both tops started walking towards me I hurried removing the pants as fast as possible. I got on my feet again. Stuart’s belt was still dangling from my neck. “On your knees you dirty teen whore” Stuart kicked my ass from behind and I fell directly into Tony’s arms, who took his chance and punched me in my stomach. I collapsed on the cold floor but tried to resume position and got on my knees. Tony stepped over me. His feet were slightly apart and he could I almost felt his cold look. I was not able to see him and that scared me a lot. He picked both ends of the belt up and started pulling my head up with it. I could follow him to a certain degree, before making those choking noises again. Stuart was kneeling behind me. As soon as he heard me retching he pushed his 10 inch long cock into me. He kept his promise. Since he entered me with one swift motion he did rip me apart and made me bleed even more. I made unreal sounds while Stuart pummeled my backside and cursed me. “You dirty brat. I will teach you a lesson. I will poz your little cunt. You will never walk straight, when I am finished with you” he screamed. Tony wasn’t so experienced in blocking my breathing. He kept on holding the belt up and I tried to pull it away with one hand, but it was so tightly wrapped. I gasped desperately. Stuart felt my anal tube flinched massively. He liked it a lot, but he also knew I was in serious trouble now. He slapped Tony on his ass and told him to let go of the belt and allow me to get some air. “Don’t kill the little whore” he shouted out. Tony dropped opened and started coughing loudly. Stuart had fun destroying my ass. He pummeled me with full force. He didn’t care if I would need a doctor later on. He and his partner bought me exactly for this. To rape and to poz me. And they paid a lot of money to have it all on film. I would be the 5th boy they abused this way. For Tim and Sydney it was a good business. The first client paid the most. From then the next clients paid less and less, but all had the chance to be actually the ones to poz breed me. I was not aware, that this was the only intention. This movie wouldn’t make it to any porn festival. I might be on the internet one day, since both guys wore masks it would be easy to them to share my pozzing with other fellows without being recognized. “Talk dirty to them. Ask them to poz you…. our viewers like this kind of dirty talk” Tim instructed me. Tim had my test results and he had told me, the other two guys were clean too. I understood, that there was a fetish for poz fucking and so I joined in and begged Stuart to poz my cunt. “Oooooh yes Sir. Please fuck my negative cunt and poz me good. Give me your gift and breed me.” I moaned, hoping we would be in the fuck mode now and that I wouldn’t get hit again. Tony stepped in front of me and yelled at me to look at him. He started to piss directly on my face, while Stuart kept on pounding my tight asshole. “Open up faggot and drink my piss” Tony murmured. “Yeah… swallow it. Enjoy my toxic piss. You look beautiful with your face drenched in my piss you cheap whore.” he grinned wickedly. “Oh fuck. Yeah – faggot. Milk my balls you fucking teen bitch.” Stuart shouted and shot his load into me. He didn’t slow down, while he was shooting his cum into me. He kept on rabbit fucking me and tried to damage my hole some more. “Got to make sure my bug really gets into you, so you never forget tonight.” Stuart roared. He gave me a another punch with his fist against the back of my head now. This way my hole cramped up and he enjoyed his orgasm even more. I yelped in pain and started crying again. Stuart’s had a satisfied smile on his face. His movements came to a halt, but his dong was still deeply imbedded in my asshole. He looked totally relaxed, while I was still suffering from the brutal assault. Then he started to piss into me and I felt intestine filled with his hot waste. There was nothing I could do about it. When he was done, he unceremoniously pulled out and hot piss mixed with his semen gushed out of my ravaged hole. I collapsed on the floor and sobbed quietly. Tony nudged me with his right boot softly. “Hey…. are you okay? Turn around baby. It wasn’t that bad, hm?” he asked me as if he cared. I turned around slowly, but I was so weak. I sat up and looked him into the eyes and told him I was really hurt. He nodded understandingly. “Why don’t you lay back then and try to relax, hm?” he told me in a low voice. “Spread you legs…… and hold them up to your chest” he grinned. “No…. please. Please stop now. Please, I think I am damaged down there. I can’t take another fuck. Have mercy please….” I cried openly but obeyed also. He moved between my legs and smiled at me cruelly. “There is no mercy for junk like you. You were born to serve as rape meat.” Tony said coldly and his cock sank into me. I howled and looked at him, hoping still he would stop it and just end this whole ordeal. But he started fucking me harder and looked me straight into my eyes. He absorbed the pain and fear in my eyes. “Do you like my cock banging against your cunt walls” he asked me. “Gnnnngnnnn…. yes….*sob* it feeheels goohood. Your cock feels so *sniffs* good” I mumbled. “Yeah, I know…. you cunt feels good too. You want another poz injection?” he wanted to know. Although they told me, it was just text to make the audience horny I answered him “No…. don’t….. Please….” I pleaded. But Tony fucked me even harder and so I received another hot toxic load. “Oh Baby…. I am charging you up…. feel my bug infiltrate your system…. you stupid whore…..” Tony moaned loudly. Tony pulled his cock out of my arse and got up slowly. “Man… that was one hot fuck. Worth the money…..” both guys agreed. Tim and Sydney recorded the aftermath. The made close-ups of my raped asshole and also filmed my crying face a lot. Tony and Stuart closed their pants again slowly and seemed to be very satisfied. After the cams stopped rolling, Stuart received both memory cards immediately from Tim. In exchange Tim obtained the agreed amount of money. I didn’t realize it, but the whole scene didn’t need any editing for Stuart or Tony. The movie showed, what happened today. A brutal rape… For me it was just a job, which went a little bit out of hand. But I got my money. They gave me 300 dollars. They had to deduct a fee for the clothing they gave me during the shoot. I was still sobbing, when Tony and Stuart left the area. I heard them laughing, while the wandered off outside. “What about tomorrow. Do you care for another shooting?” Sydney asked me. “I…. I don’t know. My butt is killing me. I need to wash myself. I feel so dirty….” I sniffed, “Nah – you did an excellent job and you got paid for, what you were supposed to sell. Your body….” Sydney told me while he stood above me and jerked his hard cock. Tim grinned and nodded “Good idea…. man that was hot. I need some relieve too….” He joined in jacking off slowly above my head. “Listen, if you want another job tomorrow, you might open your holes for us too. At least this would give you the pole position before all the other bottom actors.” Tim suggested. I sobbed loudly and then laid on my back once more and opened my legs again. “Good boy….” Tim moved quickly between my legs and bumped his dick into my ass chute. I didn’t even ask about his health status. He was healthy for sure I thought, since I took it for granted he would have to check his status periodically. “Oh come on Jake. I know you had a rough ride, but hey - try to be at least a decent fuck and tighten up. You are a sleazy fuck-hole” Tim moaned disapprovingly. He started slamming his dick into me. Sydney observed my continuous sexual assault and smirked. He saw more potential in me, to be misused.

Tommy The Tease Tommy was as cute as a button, literally the face of an angel with pure blond curls, short at 5’4 and slim but with a rounded sticky out bottom that women would pay a plastic surgeon thousands to have one just like it. Tommy loved his arse, he loves wearing tight briefs and thongs, taking selfies of himself all sissy like and posting them on the net, he loved the attention from men all over the world who would pay him complements and send him sexy arse accentuating underwear to a post office box for him to wear and pose in, of course a lot of the underwear was backless and Tommy revelled in showing off his pretty pink pucker for all to see. Tommy also had an insatiable boy pussy, from his mid-teens he had been sticking candles, vegetables and eventually dildos up his boy hole, he loved the feeling of something in his butt, of course he got fucked by men, in fact being fucked was his ‘most favourite thing ever’, but the one thing he always insisted on when being fucked was a condom. Carlos Morino was a half Jamaican half Spanish man in his 40’s, bulky built like a shit brick house, not very good looking thanks to severe acne scars and the permanent scow on his face, if you had seen him in the street you would have crossed the road to avoid him. Carlos was also a big fan of Tommy’s Tumblr account, he’d sit and slowly stroke his fat nine inch cock looking at the pictures of Tommy in his underwear, of his lovely round arse and of his boi pussy with or without various objects shoved up it. It was in the lead up to Christmas that Carlos was out shopping, his mood as normal pretty bad though mellowed thanks to the weed he had smoked before he came out, he was in the local supermarket and bending down to pick up some vodka when he heard a giggle, turning his head he saw a woman walking down the aisle away from him but what really caught his eye was the boy walking alongside her, his face froze, his mind raced, those blond curls and that massive bottom encased in tight jeans, it was his favourite internet boy, he was sure, gathering himself he immediately followed, at the till it was confirmed when he watched the cute boys animated face excitedly talking to his mother, yes it was indeed Tommy, cute little sissy Tommy. Of course Tommy had noticed the big man following him, and like the little tease he was he made sure he showed off his pert rounded butt, but Tommy being the boy he was actually thought he was doing nothing wrong and as he and his mother left the store he threw a smile over his shoulder at the man thinking that was it, but that was not it, little did he know that the dark BMW behind his mother’s car on the ride home was Carlos intent on tracking his prey, he had plans for Tommy the Tease. A parcel later of stills from Tommy’s Tumblr account to the boys account had the kid worried, the message in the parcel was simple “come here on Friday or your mother gets these”, Tommy was torn, his mother was ultra-religious, she’d go mad, he knew that, so on Friday night he found himself at the address accepting a drink laced with ‘G’ from the big man and then smoked a joint, and then when the big man was sure the kid was stoned enough the fun began, for Carlos at least. “Shut up” Carlos grunted as his big bare cock lined up at the high helpless teens tight pussy, Tommy’s hands tied at the wrist rested begin Carlos’s broad neck, pressed against the wall the poor teen could hardly struggle against the big man’s body, his legs high and spread over Carlos’s strong arms, he pleaded “No No not bare!!!” as he felt the tip of the man’s cock probe at his vulnerable boy pussy, he cried out “NO!!!” as Carlos’s big cock head pushed and entered his slick stretched cunt thanks to the dildoing he’d endured just beforehand. Sliding in Carlos luxuriated in the velvet softness of the kids insides as his cock slid deeper into the boys rectum stretching the sphincter wide “shut up whore, I am going to work this ass, this is what I am meant for, the breed whores like you”, despite the boys dire situation he could not help moan in pleasure as the biggest cock he had ever seen in the flesh delved deeper in his boi cunt, his little boy cock was hard pressed against Carlo’s gut, the big man pushed harder pushing his dick further into the kid, his cock travelling deeper into uncharted territory of teen Tommy’s pussy, despite semi enjoying the man’s cock Tommy still pleaded “please not bare please no!!”, Carlos spat in the boy’s face, slapping the kids arse cheeks with his hands “you do not get it whore your my BITCH now and breed my bitches raw!!!” A big shove and a scream from Tommy as his innards were defied to the limit Carlos’s wiry thick pubes were resting against the boy’s taint, grinning Carlos grunted to a wail from Tommy “now the fucking can begin!!”. Carlos loved to fuck, in fact he called his hips and strong legs ‘the power fucking machine’, his cock travelled in and out, Tommy was whimpering and moaning, never had he been fucked like this, his fear was overtaken as he achieved his first ever anal orgasm which Carlos loved feeling round his dick as he carried on pummelling the kids cunt, despite the pleasure he was feeling Tommy was still begging whimpering “please don’t cum in me, please”, which just resulted in Carlos sneering “do you think you can protect yourself against me, you whore” Carlo’s thrusts became more insistent, his breathing heavier and his grunting louder signalling to Tommy that the man was close, desperate one last time he cried “don’t cum in me pleaaaseee!!!!” at the same moment as Carlos’s cock engorged even more as a week load of man spunk fired deep into the kid’s pussy, Tommy squealed out of anguish but also uncontrolled excitement as he felt the man’s sperm fill his pussy firing his own sperm onto Carlo’s gut. Carlos rested for a moment feeling his cock deflate slightly, his cock fell from the boy’s hole and he laughed as he felt the copious amount of cum and ass juices flood out of the boy’s cunt pouring over his cock onto the floor, he spat onto the boy’s face “yeah caramba!!” before leaning in and kissing a stunned Tommy the tease deep and hard. Carlos sat on his sofa, his legs spread wide as he smoked a big Cuban cigar as he watched newly named ‘Tommy the whore’ in sissy hold up stockings lick the spilt spunk of his hardwood floors before he crawled over the floor and licked Carlo’s increasingly semi to hard spunk and boi pussy coated cock clean, Carlos snapped his fingers “get on it boy and milk my spunk into your cunt, you belong to me now” As Tommy lowered his self onto Carlos’s big cock, he moaned with excitement “yes daddy I am your whore”, the big man chucked “yes you are” Needless to say, ‘Tommy the Tease’s’ Tumblr page changed from that day forth, men across the globe wanked themselves silly watching Tommy get fucked by the big man and his friends, and of course Carlos was happy as bitcoins rolled into his account.

Very hot and well written. Looking forward to more.