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When I was a young bottom, I was not very careful. I mean I loved to take the random dick and never used condoms. I took plenty of loads in those days, but I felt like I really got lucky and never picked up any bugs. You could say I was in the early days of being a naive cum dump and it lasted for a good few years. As I got older, I started becoming more careful. I played safe, stuck with regular buds, and settled down a bit. I started dating a girl, and despite getting a side of cock here and there, was very safe and loyal. Fast forward 5 years. I'm now married to her. She has no idea that in those years I've converted to a vers top and have been breeding closeted bottoms left and right. So many good little sluts had taken my newly married cock. It was a new era and I was loving it. A few years later I got sick and ended up in the hospital. While I was admitted the docs ran tests and tests and quickly discovered a surprise. I was POZ. I was shocked when they explained to me that not only was I poz, but I'd likely been poz for years. Immediately my mind flashed back to those early cum dump days. And as I processed this news I realized that all my careful steps in my young adult life had been pointless - the fight was already over. I had been converted long before I started asking my tops for their status and to slip on a rubber. I can only imagine the poz top who had stealthed me must have had the night of his life pumping my guts full of his toxic loads, and knowing full well I would never think to ask. I felt myself starting to get hard. Then my mind flipped to all of those bottom twinks who I'd be unknowingly pumping full of poz cum these past years. How many had i converted? My cock grew harder. And at last my wife, who begged for my loads on a weekly basis. Surely she too is poz now. She's taken more of my toxic loads than anyone. My cock was ready to explode. I realized now the nurse, who set my gaydar off immediately, had stopped speaking and was staring down at my rock hard cock. He silently moved to the door, locked it, and began to undress. "Please" he whispered. Well, what's one more, I thought, as I stripped and prepared to pump him full with my toxic cock. Another era begins. I think I'm going to like it.

If there's one thing that I've learned about myself, it is that I will make time to get fucked, suck dick, eat ass, or a combination of either, no matter how busy I might be. You might be thinking what the fuck I'm talking about or why it's even relevant, but my love for being a filthy whore and simply saying, "I don't have time to meet today," has played a key role in many choices both good and bad. It was Sunday, September 27, 2020, a day that completely changed something in me and opened me up (no pun intended) to the dark and [banned word] wonders of sex. It was also the day I knew what PNP meant and who Tina was. I was supposed to be staying indoors, but like always, I let my craving for dick take over me, and I was on a mission to get as many loads as possible. I decided I didn't want to cruise Vista Point, a rest stop on the side of Highway 101 heading towards Santa Cruz, which is still an active cruising spot for older raunchy men and cum loving twinks like me. For reference, Vista Point is where I was first spit-roasted and where I first tried poppers. If you'd like to hear more about this, read "After 4 years I finally decided to be a TINA PIG AGAIN," a true story about my re-introduction with PNP! Back to the story – As I packed my backpack and headed out the door, my parents asked where I was going, and I told them I would be going to Sacramento for a week since I still had my apartment there. With a confused look, they said, "ok, be careful, call when you get there." Little did they know that I would be heading to SF with hopes of being the best whore possible. I got to SF around 4 pm and was unsure where to go, so I drove to Union Square and cruised for a bit. As usual, I checked my Grindr application and weeded through messages to find a top who could host. There were several contenders, but none caught my attention until a message with an anonymous profile pic came in. His message was short, but he simply told me he was a Pig Top who could host on California St and was looking for a slut bottom. There was something about the message that turned me on so fucking much; I don't know if it was the anon factor of it or if I was just horny. I remember him asking me if I blew clouds, and I said yes, even though I didn't. I drove to his apartment complex and reluctantly parked right in front, and there he was. A tall white dude in his mid-40s wearing shorts waited for me next to a little door on the side of his building. I knew from the moment I saw him that he was a pig top, and just by the grin he had on his face, I knew that I was gonna have a good time. This little door on the side of the complex was where the residents dumped their trash, and I knew that because there were various trash bins; for a minute, I imagined myself on all fours, getting fucked. We went through a door and up some stairs and then walked down a long hallway to the last door. His place was messy and small, and a red LED light lit his apartment. A queen-sized bed sat in the middle, and on a small table next to it were pipes, poppers, and other things. Bareback porn played in the background, and a Zoom group of guys getting high played on a laptop. He had also forgotten to mention that a buddy would be there too, a tall Hispanic tattooed everywhere, hitting a big pipe with a devious look at him. Between the red light, the porn, and the smell of Tina filling up the room, I got rock hard, and all I could think of was being on all fours and worshipping cock. "I don't think I'll blow clouds right now," I said as I took off my clothes and got on all fours, and started sucking cock. I remember putting on a blindfold and getting extremely stimulated by the aroma of Tina and the clicking sound of the torch heating up the pipe. I hit the poppers and sucked dick like I was starving. In my head, I repeated, "fuck yea slut, keep sucking dick," and I did just that. "Do you wanna get high?" the host asked me, and I remember his friend saying, "Get that slut high right now" I didn't respond and arched my back even more as a way of showing submission. Before I knew it, I was being shot-gunned and was being instructed on what to do. "When I put my mouth to yours, inhale and pass it back," said the host, and I just did that; I sniffed the poppers and waited for him to deliver the Tina to my mouth. He shot-gunned me again, and I remember being disgusted at the metallic taste of it. "One more, but inhale it well and pass it back and forth," instructed his friend... "Fuck yea, just like that, can you feel something," asked his friend. I remember nodding my head and feeling tingly, unsure if that was Tina or my ass being eaten. I opened my mouth and asked for one more shot-gun, which turned into one more and then another and another. By this time, I felt like I was fucking flying, and the guys knew it. I felt completely enveloped in lust, and all I could think about was getting my hole pounded. "More, I want more, shotgun me again, please…I want to be a Tina Poz whore” I begged, and his buddy (I know it was his buddy because he had a deeper voice) told me, "I'm gonna teach you how to hit the pipe so you can get spun asf…yea is that what you want you slut? You wanna be a spun whore for us" – "Fuck yea, that's what I want; turn me into a fucking whore, please," I begged. The pipe met my lips, and I was instructed on how and when to hit it; mind you, I was still blindfolded, which altered all of my senses. After several failed attempts, I was able to hit the pipe the correct way, and holy fuck I was fucking flying. I felt so fucking hot and horny, a type of horniness I had never felt before. At this point, it was clear to both guys that I was their fucking bitch, and I gave them the green light to do anything to me; all I could think about was getting fucked and having a dick in my mouth. I have no idea what time it is or how long this will go on. One thing is for sure I want as much dick as possible. I take off the blindfold at some point, and everything looks so distorted to me, probably because my eyes have been covered for a while. I reach for the pipe very slowly because I can’t even feel my legs, LOL and his friend passes me the pipe and makes me hit it again. I slowly start to feel a big dick tease my hole… slowly pushing against it. His friend stands up and starts to face fuck me, and then my hole begins to swallow the other guy's dick. These guys have done this before, and I'm not the only slut they have whored out. Simultaneously, my throat is being gagged, and my hole is being pounded; I can feel myself getting wet, and my hole is being churned over and over. “Fuck yea, fuck yea, take that big dick; this is what you wanted, huh! This is what the fuck you wanted,” says his friend as he continues to fuck my throat. I get fucked for about 3 hours nonstop, both by him and his friend, and in between that time, I’m also smoking, sniffing poppers DEEP, and begging to be whored out. His friend pulls a pair of red pantyhose, which I still own to this day, and tells me to put them on as they will make me feel like a good bitch boy. Without hesitation, I do just that: I put them on, look at myself in the mirror, and feel good. “You look good slut” says the host, who is now lying back and watching his friend take charge. It’s about 1 am, and we take a break; I mean the host and his friend because I don’t want to stop; I want my hole to keep getting pounded. “Please fuck me,” I say. “Breed my hole, don’t stop. Open me up and do whatever you want, please.” They both let out a grin, and the friend told me to roll over, get on my back, and spread my legs wide. He feeds me poppers and grabs a big dildo, and without any lube needed, he starts thrusting deep, fast, and hard. This shit feels so fucking good, and my hole is loving every minute of it. I can feel my hole getting loose and wet, and in between each thrust, he eats me out and leans over to kiss and spit inside my mouth. “You’re gonna get charged up tonight slut” he whispers in my ear, and I spread my legs apart as much as possible “fuck yea, charge that fucking pussy; knock his fucking ass up,” says the host, who is stroking his big dick. His friend starts to moan, and so do I because by this point, he’s reached my second hole, and the feeling is so intense. “Take it, take this big dick. This is what you wanted, huh” My eyes roll back “fuck yes, please don’t stop, fuck, I’m gonna pee myself, oh fuck.” That’s the first time someone has made me piss while getting fucked; he keeps pounding my hole and begins to moan as he unloads in my loose hole. “Welcome to the family,” he says as my hole is loose and leaking with his cum. He plops over on the bed and lets out a giggle; I think I wore him out 😈 they probably didn’t expect me to be this much of a slut. It's now around 4 am, and I'm still not tired; I feel so fucking high, and my hole is still throbbing for cock. For a brief moment, we all take a big sigh and go with the flow of things, but that moment is short since I’m instructed to hop on the host’s dick and start riding it. I do just that; I grab onto the headboard and bounce on that big cock up and down; the friend also gets up and grabs the pipe and makes me hit it; he watches with pleasure. Up and down I go, moaning and begging for more cock, feeling higher than a fucking kite! His friend leans into me and puts his dick in my hole, too, and I begin to get double penetrated; my hole is wet asf, probably because both of them have just unloaded into what was once a very tight hole. I don’t remember much after that, but I do have some recollection of getting fucked by some of their buddies. What was supposed to be an “ordinary” hook-up with a pig top turned out to be one of the most intense, dirtiest, and kinkiest moments that I’ve ever experienced. I can’t even describe how much of a pig I felt like and how Tina showed me how good of a whore I am 🥳😈. I should also mention that the guys were great to me, and the host even allowed me to stay at his place for about 2 weeks to get back to normal. I hope you enjoyed reading this story 🥳😶‍🌫️😈.

Part 5 I was floating in the clouds, but I knew that Papi was fucking me. So whose cock is this? "Nice bottom you got here Joe," the stranger said. "Damn, his eyes are huge. How fucked up is he?" "Hey Mark, this bottom slut is Kevin. We have been smoking for a few hours now and he drank a healthy load of chempiss." "Fuck! You found yourself a pig in the making. Hey boy, open up and suck my cock." Mark was tapping his cock against my lips before I opened up. He had a huge mushroom head that barely fit in my mouth. As he slid in, his shaft stretched open my mouth like I was trying to shove a beer can in. I barely kept my teeth off his cock as he hit my throat and stopped. He had to be over 8 inches as I could still see a good amount of dick not in my mouth. He slid back out and rubbed his cock all over my lips and face, spreading his precum around. I eagerly stuck out my tongue trying to taste his precum. It was salty and a similar bitter taste as Papi's piss. "Fuck I might have to give him a load of chempiss as well when I get done fucking his holes." "Use him, he's just a hole," Papi said. They got in a rhythm fucking my ass and mouth. Mark steadily worked on my deep throating, sliding his cock in as far as he could before I gagged. I understood that if I didn't want to choke, I needed to breathe through my nose and hold it as he slide in. I felt my throat fully accept his cock as his hairy balls bounced off my chin. Burning my nose in his pubes, all I could smell was his sweat and musk. It was intoxicating and drove me to suck harder. This went on until I could hear Papi grunting behind me, "fucking take that cum boy." His hips slammed into mine on his final thrusts before he buried his cock in my ass, depositing his seed inside of me. I could feel the warmth of his cum pooling inside of me as his cock pulse out the last drops. It didn't feel as big as the last time, but it was cum in my ass and I loved it. "Lube up that hole for my fat cock," Mark said. "I'm dying to get in there and stretch him out." Pulling his cock out of my throat, a thick strand of spit still connected us. Papi grunted, still catching his breath as he pulled his half hard cock from my hole. He slapped his cock on my ass a few times, making the emptiness I felt inside even more noticeable. Climbing off of me, he grabbed my feet and gave me a spin so my ass was facing Mark. "All yours buddy." Mark grabbed my hips, pulling my ass up to his cock. He thrusted up my crack a couple times to rub the excess spit onto my hole. I felt him line up his head to my hole and pop inside. I gasped at the intrusion while he slide inside with one fluid motion. I could feel my hole stretch the farther is got inside of me. His fat mushroom pushed most of Papi's cum deep. My ass was tolerating his girth thanks to the excessive finger fucking Papi gave me earlier. At this point, I was taking deep gulps trying to catch my breath from his initial entry. My prostate was tingling as his beer can pressed on it with more force than Papi. I felt him pull out, teasing my hole with his head before slamming back in. He did this for a couple minutes, pulling out completely and going balls deep. I started moaning and gasping for air as I adjusted to his cock fucking me. "While you got your mouth open boy, why don't you clean off my cock while I get us a fresh bowl." Papi's cock was half hard but so much easier to suck than Marks. As I started sucking his cock, I could taste what cum stayed on his shaft. My tongue swirled around his head trying to collect all the precum under his foreskin. My lust to have his cum took over and I started sucking his cock with vigor to get it hard again. Papi scooted forward so my nose was nestled in his pubes and his cock started filling my throat. After some twists and jerks, he settled down having grabbed his supplies and started loading the pipe. Not long after I heard the click of the torch again. Unconsciouslly I started pulling my head back as I looked up at Papi desperation in my eyes. I knew I shouldn't but I wanted that hit more than anything. Papi chuckled as he blew his hit into my face before bringing the pipe down to my lips. Mark ground his hips into me before I locked my lips onto the pipe. I tried to focus on the white clouds swirling around as he ground his hips into me. I took a deep breath in feeling my lungs expand easier as the meth rushed through me. "Hold that in and then you are going to take another hit," Papi said. The torch clicked behind me as I heard Mark take a hit. My lungs straining to hold in all the smoke but I held until Papi gave me the okay. As I exhaled, there was a warmth hitting the back of my head as Mark pulled his cock out with a pop. "Damn I gapped that hole Joe." Mark took another hit before passing the pipe and torch back to Papi. I felt him back off my ass and was confused as I thought he was going to keep fucking me. Suddenly he latched onto my ass, chewing on my hole before exhaling his hit. It felt even better than when Papi did it but I had no time to moan as the smoking pipe was thrust into my lips. He kept it up for another minute before pulling away to watch the smoke trickle out of my ass. My ass lips were swollen and purple. They throbbed as he teased his mushroom head in and out before thrusting in. After a third hit, I latched onto Papi's dick sliding straight to his pubes. Gagging slightly, I held onto the smoke as long as I could. I heard the torch click again, unsure which man had the pipe as I exhaled through my nose. The rush drove me higher and I deepthroated that cock as much as I could. Mark was ruthlessly fucking my ass as they passed the pipe back and forth. I felt small stabs of pain each time he angled his cock differently but by the third stroke I was moaning in pleasure. I lost track of time how long they where fucking me. Papi took over as I felt his hand on my head, sliding me up and down his cock. His balls tightened up, slapping my chin harder as he grunted. My head was pulled into his groin like he was trying to thrust threw my face. I tried not to gag as I felt his cock pulsing in my throat. "Fuck that feels amazing boy. Fucking breed that ass Mark, fill him up!" Mark was breathing heavily as his hips were slamming into me. His cock expanded, hardening into a steel rod. I felt my insides get pulverized with each thrust. With a final grunt, his cum shot deep into my hole and mixed with Papi's. I started feeling bloated from the volume of cum. Mark collapsed onto my back as his shots lessened in force. Papi worked his cock out of my mouth, back and forth so I could suck all his cum out. He laid back onto the pillows with a content sigh as he watched Mark keep humping my ass. I was happy feeling his hairy chest rub into my back and his hot breath on my neck. I twisted my head to look around the room for any more surprises when I caught sight of the clock. 'Oh shit,' I thought. 'Its almost 4am, where did all that time go.' A small part of my brain hoped that this was it, but the meth took over washing away any thoughts other than cock and cum. I subconsciously flexed my hole around Mark's cock and rotated my hips in small circles. His cock lost that steel edge but my movements brought him back to full hardness. "I got at least two more loads for you boy," Mark whispered in my ear as he started long dicking my hole again.

People usually forget that the twelve days of Christmas actually start on December 25th. Growing up in a Catholic household, that was drilled into my brain. I had grown up in a white collar family just outside of St. Louis and knew the importance of family, friends, and obedience (at least how my parents thought I should be.) I had no idea that this one Christmas would change the trajectory of my life forever. Growing up I wasn’t anyone special. My love of books and music didn’t do much to help me develop muscle, but an insane mother made sure I didn’t put on weight. A 6’2” skinny twink with brown hair and grey eyes wasn’t anything devastatingly beautiful, but I wasn’t horrible either. My glasses made me look smart, and I had a bad habit that most tall and gangly people have of hunching over to make myself seem smaller. My friends all called me Jordy, and I was lucky this year because my eighteenth birthday fell on the same day as Thanksgiving. I did alright in school and had plans to major in psychology once I graduated high school. My other siblings were all younger, two brothers and a sister. My parents had been together for twenty years at this point and were making ends meet, though they were becoming increasingly religious and conservative. I had realized my sexuality when I was in the fourth grade and the boys were talking about the girls in ways that I knew I thought about the boys. Being artistic didn’t do anything to temper the teasing, and my friends had always been girls until I was a sophomore in high school. Chett was a hunk of a man and a year ahead of me in school. As cliché as it is to say, he was the star soccer player who somehow managed to be at home with the jocks, get good grades, and have everyone fall in love with him. I certainly wasn’t immune to his spell, and after being assigned a locker next to his at the beginning of the year, we started talking regularly. He seemed effortlessly beautiful — the definition of tall, dark, and handsome; his hair was always perfect, his posture was immaculate, and he managed to utterly charm me from the moment he spoke. He seemed to have always had a girl on his arms while prowling the halls in school, but when we met up it was just the two of us. I didn’t question his motives — he couldn’t be gay, anyway. We stayed friends during the rest of his time in high school and even kept in touch when he went off to play soccer in college at Columbia. Before Chett left for college, we made a pact to stay in each other’s lives. I kind of let my side of that bargain down a bit when the pressure of applying for colleges, competing for scholarships, and the academic load in school got to be a lot. I managed to follow along with his soccer season, thought, and was pleased that he got some significant playing time as a freshman. We promised each other that we would meet up while he was home for the holidays. We finally caught up with each other by texting all through Thanksgiving. He and some of his friends were staying in New York for the parade while I was stuck in Missouri. I spent the entire day glued to my phone bantering with him about everything. It was after I had been stuffed with turkey and off to bed when I got a message from him. HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT 18TH BIRTHDAY. LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING YOU WHEN I AM HOME FOR CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR. I HAVE SO MUCH TO GET YOU CAUGHT UP WITH AND HAVE A GIFT I WANT TO GIVE YOU, TOO! His message did something to me inside — the fact that he still cared about me and made me feel special was something that I couldn’t really believe. I sent back a text in reply: THAT MEANS SO MUCH COMING FROM YOU. I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND HEAR ALL ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN UP TO. I WILL NEED TO THINK OF SOMETHING GOOD TO GIVE YOU, TOO. His response was the last message I got before falling asleep that night: DON’T WORRY, I KNOW THAT SEEING YOU WILL BE ALL THE GIFT I NEED. * * * * * * Leading up to the holidays, it was even more hectic than usual. My parents were going all out to make this the “last Christmas all the kids are together” a special treat. I thought I had been busy with school before, but now I was trying to cram in scholarship applications with baking cookies with my mother, decorating the house, hanging lights with my dad and just generally running around in last minute preparation. Chett stayed in touch trying to set up a time to get together, and eventually we landed on after Midnight Mass Christmas Day. Christmas Eve was crazy as usual with lots of extended family over, big meal, and general frivolity. At ten-thirty I got up to head to church to sing with the choir while the rest of my family piled into their pew at eleven to listen to the prelude music. We sang for Midnight Mass, wished everyone a Merry Christmas, and the rest of the family got ready to go. I caught my mom as she was about to get in the car, “Hey, my friend Chett is back from college and is wondering if we can hang out for a bit tonight. I’m amped up from performing and am not really tired.” She seemed exhausted and distracted and just said, “Fine, just remember that you have to be awake tomorrow morning to do presents at 9:00.” I gave her a swift kiss on the cheek before she shut the door and drove away. My phone was in my hand before I could blink and I typed out: WHERE DO YOU WANT TO MEET? I got an immediate reply: COME TO FIELD FOUR AT THE OLD RIVERFRONT PARK. It was a short three minute drive to the deserted park grounds at the riverfront. Field four was the largest of the soccer pitches where Chett had played his games in high school. I could barely make out a tall figure at center field when I parked my car and pulled on a jacket to fend off the cool breeze on this unseasonably warm Christmas. Chett must have heard the car door slam because he whipped around and started sprinting toward me. We caught each other in a massive embrace and all the butterflies I kept in my chest took flight. After holding each other for what felt like minutes we pulled away and looked at each other in the faded light of the lamps on the perimeter fence. “Fuck, you look amazing!” Flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself. And he did. College had agreed with Chett and he seemed to be more of a man than he was before he left. His body a little harder, more angular. His hair was still perfectly coiffed, but a little longer. Some rebellious studs glinting in the dim lights in his ears. I really couldn’t believe how gorgeous he was. “Haha! You look just the same — how you don’t put on weight, I will never know.” I saw his eyes rake my body hidden under my jacket and dress slacks. “Up you get!” I was taken by surprise when Chett lunged for my legs and effortlessly picked me up and carried me back onto the field into the center circle. I kept giggling and couldn’t help feel a bit overwhelmed by this incredible specimen who wanted to spend time with me. What I could give him in friendship, I really didn’t know. Instead of putting me back down feet-first onto the grass, he spun me around and cradled me in a position almost like I was being dipped at a dance. My eyes widened in surprise as I caught a hungry, yet tender gleam in his eyes, framed by his glorious hair before he leaned down and planted his lips firmly on mine. If he hadn’t been holding me, I would have completely collapsed in a puddle on that field. Instead, he held me tight as the most beautiful boy I had ever known gave me my first kiss. My body short-circuited and I was feeling completely overwhelmed. Our lips working together, parting to allow our tongues to dance — it all seemed so natural and so all-consuming. After what felt like days of being in each other’s embrace, we came up for air and I searched his eyes for an explanation. “Don’t worry about it Jordy,” he said. “I have been wanting to do that with you since I first saw you trying to stuff your backpack into that locker your first day of sophomore year. I hadn’t ever thought about anyone like that before, and I was just worried that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me if I came out and asked.” My brain was still trying to catch up with what had just happened, and the thought that he wanted me just couldn’t compute. “You’ve wanted me for years?” “Yeah, I didn’t really know how to say it when we were in high school and I was so worried about being judged by the other guys on the team. So I didn’t say anything until I got to college. When I was there, the first few days of practice I saw that the guys just didn’t give a shit and they wanted us all to be happy. When you were so busy, I knew I couldn’t add any pressure on your life, so I met up with a few guys off the apps and started exploring.” I was looking at Chett with a whole new light. This man had gone from being cool and attractive to being so sexy I couldn’t stand it. “Wow! Sounds like college has been a great experience for you so far!” “I can’t really complain. I have learned a lot about myself and feel like I’m ready to be out there in public as the full me.” I craned my neck up to kiss him. “You have no idea how long this has been a dream of mine that I thought would never come true.” Chett’s eyes glinted at my admission. “Well, I have to give you your Christmas gift, then!” In another amazing display of athletic prowess, he flipped my body over and slowly lowered me down onto all fours. Without any ceremony (or care for the poor button on my trousers) he pulled my pants and underwear over my ass and down to my knees, exposing the skin on my back and my raging hard cock to the cool night air. I inhaled instinctively with the temperature change and unsure how to react. That quickly melted away, however, when I felt something warm and wet begin to probe the crack hiding my hole. I was gurgling nonsense sounds as Chett slowly plied my cheeks apart and began licking and slobbering all over my puckering hole. If I hadn’t known before, it was this moment that I realized that this man could do whatever he wanted with me and I would be more than happy to oblige. As his mouth and tongue made slurping noises and I felt the area between my cheeks becoming slick with spit, another jingling sound of a belt being loosened joined the chorus. I am about to get fucked, I realized. A switch flipped in my brain and I leaned the front of my chest down to the grass and felt a state of total euphoria and relaxation take over my body. As that sensation swept down my spine, I could feel my ass unclench and allow Chett’s tongue deeper access to the inside of my hole. With a little whimper, I felt him tear his face away and heard more jingling as he took his pants off over his shoes and tossed them outside the circle. One more trickle of spit I felt as I heard him slowly jerk himself off. When the head of his penis finally hit the crack of my ass, it didn’t feel right. It felt heavy and cold. I heard a little amused huff from behind me, “looks like you found out where my other piercing is.” Fuck, he had a piercing in his dick?!?! What the hell did that look like? I tried to turn my head to look back at him, and all I saw was the root of his dick disappearing into trimmed pubes and a maniacal expression on his face as he gently rocked his dick up and down my ass crack. “Do you want me to give you my gift?” I kept whimpering because I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him in this moment. “Yes, if you take my virginity in exchange.” That did something to him and he switched from teasing me to starting to push himself inside. I wish that I could claim to be an incredible bottom and say how easy it was that he was able to slide right in, but my hole was not that experienced. I felt his Prince Albert piercing stretch my hole to the breaking point before the head of his dick was in me, and several seconds of panicked panting took over until he rubbed my back and commanded me to take deep breaths. He continued to invade my hole and the stretching and small pops of pain continued until he was completely buried and I could feel his pubes itching my taint. I had never felt so accomplished as having taken this boys’s entire cock. I was flushed with the thought that we were physically linked in this moment, and the emptiness when he started to pull out made me meow in disappointment. He huffed another amused breath, “don’t worry, I am just about to show you what being fucked feels like.” He suddenly threw his weight on top of me, causing his dick to be firmly planted past my second hole as I screamed — my body was completely overwhelmed with sensation as I was slammed flat onto the grass. From that moment on, it was a sprint of breathless fucking for what seemed hours. The prone position meant his dick was jackhammering my prostate while he was practically performing pushups over my back. Beads of sweat slid across my body under my clothes and I felt my head being peppered with sweat from his body towering above me. I have never felt more alive than in that moment. After what could only have been a few minutes Chett’s huffing became faster and his thrusts less regular and feeling almost desperate. His growls in my ear were replaced with higher pitched, breathy tones of, “oh fuck, oh fuck, you want this?” All I could respond was earnestly nodding, not trusting my breath to make any sound. My poor dick was overstimulated between the grass tickling it and my prostate being pounded, and I felt the orgasm wash over me without even a helping hand. He kept pounding away for a couple of more seconds while his cock seemed to expand inside of me before he thrust deeper into me than he had before and collapsed on top of me. I could feel the pulsing in my hole of what had to be a record number of cumshots while he felt limp and spent above me. After recovering enough control so that I could speak again, I turned my head to look at the side of Chett’s face as he lay across my back and just whispered, “I think I love everything about you.” I could feel the corners of his mouth tick up as he grinned and began to raise himself off of me, slowly extricating his cock from my hole. I started to sit up, but before I could he thrust two fingers in my hole and turned me around to sit on them, before laying me on my back and teasing the tip of his cock against my lips. As if it were trained into me, I opened my mouth and began to suckle the head of his dick. The PA made things a bit tricky, especially since it seemed to have some pointy balls on the end, but I did my best to clean him up, tasting cum for the first time. His fingers hurt so good while I licked his shaft and his balls, and when I had finally finished, he pulled his fingers out of my ass and thrust them into his mouth. “Mmm! Your hole is so tasty!” He reached out and helped me to my feet. It was the first time that I had seen the lower half of his body naked, and I looked on in shock. I knew I couldn’t deep throat him because he was girthy, but I had no idea how long his dick was. . . It had to have been at least nine inches semi-hard and the PA glinted off the tip of his cock looking as thick as my pinky. I was in utter shock as he turned and showed off his impressive ass while he retrieved his pants. After tucking everything back into its place, he came over and took my hand, lifting me off the grass and spinning me around for a kiss. The faintest hint of metallic taste lingered in his mouth as we made out. He kept his right hand firmly planted in my left while he helped me pull up my pants over my spent dick and helped me straighten my hair. “I hope that we can see a lot more of each other before I have to leave town to get back to school. I just want you to know that I feel deeply about you and hope that you feel the same about me.” Considering the state I was in, I didn’t feel that I could trust myself to speak, so I tried to put all my words into a kiss. Breaking apart, I found my voice and said, “I don’t think you know how much you mean to me, and what we did tonight will always be sacred.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Chett’s response was to pull me in tightly for a hug, “You’re going to be changed by this forever. I know that we have a great future together.” We walked back to our cars feeling content and fucked-out. Before we pulled away, we shared one last kiss with the promise to be in touch later in the day. As I got into the car and started it, I saw that it was just before three in the morning. Sneaking back into the house was easy, and a gentle shower got rid of the sweat and most of the body fluids that clung to my mouth and legs. I thought about trying to empty my guts, but decided against it. I thought it would be kinky going to sleep with a little part of Chett still inside. I crashed onto my bed and fell immediately asleep so I missed the text from Chett before waking up for presents. It simply read: MORE TO CUM 😜

The first time I took raw dick was at a Bath House downtown LA. I met this sexy Latin married man about 30 some. He had hard body and nipple that were hard. I had come from the bars and really horny. We were in the glory holes and he gave me some poppers to sniff. I reached back to discover that he was huge not big. He didn't want to get sucked. He had some precum on the tip. I asked him to put a condom on but he said he didn’t have one that fit. I said I could go to the desk and buy one that could fit you. He said hold on just let me put it in a little. so he gave me some poppers again and he put it in a little and it just felt so good. Next thing you know I’m totally wet down there and he’s just pumping me really deep and hard. It was like I lost my mind. Because he fucked me so deep and wet for over an hour. I even came while he was busting his nectar in me as I said for the 3 time don't cum in me. He was dripping at first but when he finally came. It was so much he told me he hadn't cum for 5 days. I always get hard when I remember that cause at that moment, I realize God I love guys fucking me raw, cause it felt so wet and so hard and so deep , and the smell of sex and the sweat and the way he just shot deep in my ass. So much pleasure and pain.

I had a hookup with a guy on a hot day after work, I met him at his place from the apps. When I got there, he was wearing just a singlet (tank-top) stroking his cock, legs spread, sitting on the couch. I could see his hole. I unzipped my cargo shorts and flopped my cock out while walking, and kneeled down, between his legs, touching my cock head to his hole. I wanted to get in him right away. We both stripped, because it was so hot, I left my work boots on and lay on the floor. We lubed up and flipped around fucking each other doggy style for 15 minutes on the living room floor. After a lot of fun, taking turns. He asked, what do you want to do? I said, I want you to cum in my ass, then I will cum in yours. He straight up agreed, and he kneeled behind me, he pushed my face to the floor. I told him, I wanted a load of cum in my ass for the drive home. He fucked a sweaty load into me in about three minutes. I then got him to lie down on his front. His back was fully sweaty, I got on top of him for full sweaty body contact, this really turns me on and gets me over the edge. I fucked a load into his ass with plenty of full body contact in about five minute. I was going to drive home sweaty, I was sweaty from work anyway, but he offered me a shower, which was great to cool off. I drove home with my ass full of cum, feeling dirty and well used.

Met a top on grindr and he invited me over. He wanted to play safe so he wrapped up before sliding into me. Ugh, fine i thought. But as he's pounding me he starts asking where I want the load. My options: in the condom, in my mouth, or on my ass. I went with the third choice. So he pulls out and rips the condom off, but then I guess went too soon and so he had to get some momentum back. He starts rubbing his now bare cock on my ass. Instinct overtook me and I pushed back on it. He slipped right in and shot his load inside me after all. Oops 😇

I did something similar. I had a guy who had fucked me a few times but always with a condom. He would said he wanted to fuck me bare but had to play safe which was odd since he would always rub his cock on my hole and slip the tip in to help him get hard before pulling out and putting on the condom. One day when he came over he was rubbing his cock on me and slipped the tip in like always and I took the opportunity to push back and bury his cock in me bare. He moaned in pleasure and decided it was worth not wrapping up and fucked a load into me. Never used a condom again

Accidents will happen 🐷😈💦💦

Just confirmation you never know what life is going to throw at you. And make the best of it whenever you can. I say he should start going to a Bathhouse often and fuck a lot of guys there. I'm thinking he is not going on meds anytime soon.

I was a decent deepthroater even back then. Met a German guy at the bathhouse who was quite impressed with my skills (he was 8" or 9" and thick). Somehow I told him that I had never taken raw dick (or any dick, actually). He told me that he was taking me back to his hotel. Got back there and stripped (received the appropriate compliments about my ass!), and was told to lie on the bed on my back with my head over the edge. Got him to the edge, at which point he pulled out. Just before I opened my mouth to ask why, he produced the brown bottle. I started to snort it, but he told me to huff it through my mouth. Three big hits (the last of which he made me hold for 10 or 15 seconds), and I started to see colours. He pushed me back on my back, put my legs over his shoulders, and pushed in with one long slow motion. I got three loads from him. Him: "why haven't you asked me my status?" Me: "you would have said something if you were poz" Him: "Good boy. Wish I could take you back to Germany. My friends would love you."

Didn't really passed out, but a faggot fuckbuddy of mine setup a CNC meetup for me awhile ago. 3 guys at first and some of their friends were invited to come over. Spent the day being the fucktoy of 7 men. My faggot hole was completly used and also spent the night moaning and screaming from the abuse. Kinda crazy and was it pretty intense. Was dressed up like an alt sissy boy and a bunch of masculine men just raping my ass and having fun at my cost. Considering I spent most of the year without getting used this was pretty good. Can't wait for a similar event, but it's kinda hard to set up something like this around here.

Part III Daniel could not wait to get home and relax and see Mitch. He had been out of town for the past week on business and although Mitch had only been living with him for a few months now their bond was stronger than ever and their relationship was progressing smoothly. Daniel opened the door to his apartment and immediately sensed something off - the apartment, usually a bastion of order and routine, now held an unexpected allure—a tantalizing mystery that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his racing heart. He threw his luggage aside, tossed his keys onto the hallway table, and walked into the living room, the shadows playing tricks with his weary eyes. Mitch's mischievous grin was the first thing Daniel saw as he emerged from the hallway, a glint of something sinister yet irresistibly tempting in his gaze. "Welcome home," he growled in that deep southern twang that sent chills down Daniel’s spine. "I've got a surprise for you." The room itself had been transformed into a den of depravity, the furniture pushed aside to make way for a gleaming contraption that hung from the ceiling—a sex sling, a tangible manifestation of Daniel's darkest fantasies. His cock twitched in his tailored chinos at the sight of it and for a second, he couldn’t breathe – lost in images of what fun the sling was sure to bring. Mitch led him to the makeshift altar of pleasure, a smorgasbord of drugs laid out before the sling like an offering to a carnivorous god—mounds of meth, crystal shards, gleaming glass pipes, and neat lines of Tina waiting to be inhaled, a promise of euphoria that would push them into uncharted territories of passion. As Daniel's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with excitement, he took in the sight of the gleaming steel hooks attached to thick leather straps, the sling's embrace beckoning him to surrender to the delicious vulnerability it offered. His breath grew ragged, his heart hammering in his chest as the reality of his wildest dreams became palpable. With a gentle but firm hand, Mitch began to strip Daniel, his aggressive pulling ripping Daniel’s underwear as he tore them off his body. Each button and zipper were a step closer to the pleasure that awaited him, the anticipation building like a crescendo of lust. The two men stood staring at each other, naked, soaking in each other’s bodies once again. Mitch grabbed Daniel’s waist and pulled him close, whispering in his ear the things he planned to do to him that night. Mitch grabbed a bag of Tina and poured a line across his hand and held it under Daniel’s nose. “Snort this, now”, he demanded. Daniel happily inhaled the powder; the sting of the drug was a familiar and welcome friend. Mitch picked up a pipe and handed it to Daniel. “Hit this, now”, he demanded again. The smoke filled Daniel’s lungs and he his heart begin to race, his senses peak, his cock throb. Mitch smiled at Daniel and growled “that’s my fucking boy, get nice and spun for me - real fucking fucked up. I love how this shit makes you ache for my cock”. Mitch wrapped Daniel in his arms and laughed “hope you’re ready bubba” as he picked Daniel up and began to place him in the sling. The cold metal of the sling's hooks brushed against Daniel's warm flesh as he was secured in place, his legs spread wide, his arms above his head, exposing him completely. The leather was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the steel beneath it, a sensual embrace that hinted at the depravity to come. Once secured in the sling Mitch pulled out a needle and with a wicked look in his eye he told Daniel to stretch out his arm. As soon as the drug hit his vein he was flying, a charge led by the searing fire that ignited his veins and sent a rush of euphoria straight to his cock. The world grew sharper, more vivid, as his senses were amplified to a near-painful degree. He watched in a haze as Mitch prepared another slam, the crystals dancing in the candlelight like a thousand diamonds, promising a high that would take them both to the brink of oblivion. Daniel felt the world drop away as the drug surged through him. His body was alive with sensation, his nerves alight with a hunger that demanded to be fed. Mitch's touch was electric as he began to prepare Daniel's ass, the lube cold against his skin, a stark reminder of the heat that would soon follow. His fingers danced and probed, opening him up with a tenderness that belied the raw need that was building between them. The sound of a zipper echoed through the room, and Daniel felt the warmth of Mitch's cock press against his entrance, a silent demand that he could not resist. He moaned softly, the sound lost in the haze of his drug-induced euphoria as the head of Mitch's cock breached his tight ring. The pressure grew, a delicious ache that seemed to consume him as inch by inch, Mitch filled him up. Daniel's body stretched and yielded to the intrusion, the leather of the sling biting into his skin as he was impaled on his Mitch’s cock. The room spun, a kaleidoscope of color and sensation, as the meth wove its magic through his bloodstream, heightening every touch, every sensation. He could feel the veins in Mitch's cock, the throbbing thump of his cock, the velvety heat of his shaft as it claimed him completely. Mitch began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shockwaves through Daniel's body, each stroke a declaration of ownership. The leather straps creaked softly with each thrust and reminded Daniel that he had never been this fully open before, no man had ever been so deep inside him. He felt his ass muscles clench around the thick intrusion, trying to pull more of Mitch into him, to hold him there forever in that perfect moment of union. The cold steel of the hooks dug into his skin, a sharp reminder of his vulnerability, of his utter surrender to Mitch. And as the pleasure grew, so did the pain, a delicious crescendo that made him beg for more, even as his mind screamed for it to stop. The meth sang in his veins, a siren's song of pure, unbridled lust, urging him to abandon all thought, all reason, to let the wave of sensation crash over him and consume him whole. Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and the air was pierced by a scream that shattered the erotic trance that had gripped them both. Through the fog of his high, Daniel saw Tyler, his 18 year old son, the product of a one night stand with an old friend. Daniel looked at his son, his eyes wide with shock and horror, stumbling backward as he took in the scene before him. Time seemed to stand still, the world around them frozen in a tableau of depravity and desire. Mitch's thrusts faltered, his eyes snapping to the boy's face, a mix of fear and excitement in his gaze. "Tyler," he gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're not supposed to be here until the weekend.” “Mom wanted me and my dad to go over my college admission essays, they are almost due. Dad, she said she told Catherine”. Daniel closed his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck!” he screamed silently in his head. He had missed a call from his assistant Catherine earlier in the day and put off listening to the voicemail she left – what an incredible fuck up. But noticeably, Tyler didn't run. He didn't look away. Instead, his eyes grew dark, his cheeks flushed with a hunger that mirrored the one that consumed the two men before him. "Dad," he whispered, his voice cracking with need. "I want to stay”. The room grew tense, the air thick with the unspoken words that hung between them. Daniel felt a thrill of terror mingled with arousal, his cock pulsing with the forbidden desire that now had a name and a face—his own son. He watched as Tyler took a shaky step forward, his eyes never leaving the cock that was still buried deep inside him. "I want to fuck," Tyler murmured, his eyes glazed with need. "I want to feel what you're feeling." Mitch's grip tightened on the sling's straps, his cock still buried to the hilt in Daniel's ass. The mixture of the drugs and hearing Daniel’s high school aged son ask to stay and fuck had turned him on more than he thought possible. He looked down at Daniel, drenched in sweat and grabbed his still rock-hard cock and began to slowly stroke it. “What do you think, Dan?” he asked him while continuing to slowly work Dan’s cock. "Are you sure?" Daniel asked his son. "Once you start, you can't go back." Tyler nodded, his eyes never leaving the drugs laid out before him. "I'm sure," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I want to be a part of this." The two men exchanged a look, a silent agreement that sent a shiver down Daniel's spine. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back. They would share their darkest desires with the one person they never thought would join them. The one person they never wanted to see them this way. Mitch cleared his throat and growled at the boy “okay big man, if you’re going to hang with the boys tonight you are going to need to pick up that pipe and that torch and take a big fucking hit. I want to see some fucking major clouds when you’re done, you understand Tyler?” With trembling hands, Tyler took a pipe, the crystals glinting in the candlelight like the eyes of a predator. He brought it to his lips, and with a deep inhale, the meth filled his lungs, the fire burning through him as he took his first taste of the forbidden fruit. His eyes rolled back, his body tensing as the drug claimed him, as he became one with the very essence of his father's desires. And as Tyler's body grew lax, a soft whimper escaping his lips, Daniel felt a surge of something primal, something terrifying, something that made him want to claim his son in the same way that he had been claimed. The meth sang in his veins, the music of madness, urging him to act on his darkest impulses. Mitch, ever the master of ceremonies, took Tyler's hand and led him closer, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, words that painted a picture of pleasure so intense, so all-consuming, that the boy could not resist. He guided Tyler to the sling, his cock still buried in Daniel's ass, and began to unbuckle the straps that held him. As Daniel slid out of the sling, his legs wobbly from the assault on his senses, he watched as his son took his place, his eyes wide and glassy, his cock already half-hard with anticipation. The leather cradled Tyler's slender body, the steel hooks biting into his skin just as they had Daniel's moments before, and a thrill of excitement shot through him at the thought of what was to come. Mitch was a maestro, orchestrating their depraved symphony with a finesse that left Daniel's head spinning. “Undress” he demanded of Daniel’s young boy. Mitch soaked in the hot scene, watching and father and son locked eyes and both took in each other’s full manhood. Mitch took Tyler's cock in his hand, stroking it gently until it stood tall and proud, the same way he had done to him countless times before. The boy's eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping his lips, and Daniel felt his own cock pulse with renewed vigor. “Your boy has a great cock Dan, thick and hard just like his dad. Here, come feel.” With a wicked smirk, Mitch leaned in and kissed Tyler deeply, the taste of meth mingling with their saliva, a silent promise of what was to come. Daniel watched, transfixed, as the two men shared a moment of pure, unadulterated lust, and he could control himself no longer. Daniel reached out and wrapped his hand tightly around his son’s thick, throbbing cock. “Ohhh fuck, daddddd” he heard his son moan. Mitch stepped up behind Tyler, his hand sliding down the boy’s chest, tweaking a nipple before continuing its descent. “You want to know what it’s like in the sling?” he murmured into Tyler’s ear. “You want to feel me inside you? You want to feel my cock throb inside you and breed you, breed you like I’ve bred your dad a hundred times?” Tyler nodded frantically, his eyes glazed over with lust. Daniel watched, his own arousal building, as Mitch secured Tyler into the sling and Daniel continued to play with his high school son’s cock. The boy’s legs were spread wide, his cock already hard and leaking precum, his ass wiggling in anticipation. Mitch gave the boy’s ass a playful slap and turned to Daniel to offer a sly wink as he dropped to his knees and spread Tyler’s cheeks. Tyler moaned as Mitch let his hot breath creep up his virgin hole. Mitch wasted no time, diving his tongue deep, bringing Tyler pleasure he did not think existed. Mitch was darting his tongue in and out the virgin hole, pressing his thumb against Tyler’s virgin ring and making Tyler writhe in the sling with ecstasy. As the drug took hold, Tyler’s pupils dilated, his cheeks flushed, and he let out a sigh of pure bliss. “Oh god, it’s amazing. It’s like nothing else matters, just this... this feeling.” Mitch picked up Daniel’s ripped underwear and stood back up, leaned in and kissed Tyler, a deep, possessive kiss that claimed him as theirs. Then, with a wicked smile, shoved his father’s sweaty torn underwear in Tyler’s mouth. Tyler look up wide eyed and confused. “You’re going to need to bite down on something. Figured you might want to smell your dad while we are popping this cherry.” Mitch then grabbed a few shards and some lube. “Tyler, this is going to sting” he casually told the boy and he shoved his thick lubed up fingers and a few shards of meth inside the boy. As soon as Tyler felt the intrusion the men watched as the boy’s eyes grew wide, his knuckles turned white as they gripped the sling and he let out a soul crushed howl of agony that made both men’s cocks twitch. Mitch turned to Daniel. “Why don’t you show him how it’s done, bubba?” With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Daniel took the pipe and inhaled deeply, letting the meth flood his system and sharpen his senses. He stepped closer to Tyler, his own cock now painfully hard. Daniel took in the sight of his boy, strapped into the sling, helpless and with a look of terror and lust glued to his face. He watched as his son’s stomach and chest rose with each breath. He felt his son’s cock throb in anticipation. His beautiful boy, spun and ready to be used. He looked into his son’s eyes, seeing the trust and yearning there, and knew that this was a line they could never uncross. “Ty, dad is going to fuck you now. I know this probably sounds impossible but try to relax, okay buddy? You can clench your hole shut as tight as you want but we are both getting in there tonight and it will feel better if you try and relax it. You can scream into my underwear as loud as you need to, okay Ty? I love you son”. He positioned himself at Tyler’s entrance, the head of his cock nudging against the tight, unblemished skin. The boy was almost a man, still delicate in many ways but with enough rough edges and meat on his bones that Daniel felt confident his boy could take what was about to happen to him. Daniel took one last moment to savor the sight of his virgin son, bound and willing, the leather straps cutting into his pale flesh as he squirmed in anticipation. He felt a strange sense of pride, a primal urge to claim Tyler in the most intimate way possible. Daniel shoved a bottle of poppers under his son’s nose and told him to breath it in. As the poppers hit the boy Daniel pushed in, feeling the resistance of his son’s tight hole but demanding entry anyway. Daniel’s cock breached Tyler’s virgin hole, the tightness gripping him like a vise. Tyler’s eyes rolled back in his head, a silent scream of pleasure muffled by underwear Mitch had stuffed in his mouth. “Ty, buddy, open your eyes son and look at me. There you go. I’m inside you buddy. Your dad is inside you, and son, you feel amazing – fucking amazing”. Tyler’s eyes shut tight once again and Daniel noticed tears had started to roll down his cheeks. Daniel took his time opening the boy up, slowly creeping and sliding inside his son until he was balls deep, all 8.5 inches. “Fuckkkkkkkk son” Daniel moaned. “That’s it Ty, you took all of me. You have all your dad’s cock inside you now. I’m going to stand here inside you for a minute and let you adjust, and Mitch is going to give you something that is going to open you up even more, it’s going to make you want my cock more than you’ve ever wanted anything before. That sound good buddy?” Tyler opened his bloodshot eyes and looked up at his dad and noticed how his father was beaming with pride in his boy. Tyler nodded his head “yes dad, that sounds good – whatever it is, Mitch, I’m ready” Tyler groaned. Mitch approached Tyler with a needle and Daniel noticed his son looked very uncomfortable with this development. To distract him Daniel began to slowly slide out of his son’s tight 18-year-old hole and slide back in. As Daniel began to slowly and gently fuck his boy Mitch administered the slam so swiftly and deftly the boy didn’t even notice what was happening until the drugs hit him like a freight train. “Ohhhh fuckkkk” the boy moaned as he felt a rush of pure ecstasy course through his entire body. Daniel gripped his son’s cock and started to stroke him in rhythm with his pumps inside him, slowly opening the boy up, getting him ready. “Ty, open your eyes baby and look at dad. There you go, that’s my boy. I wanted to see the look in your eye when I started to give you the fuck you deserve” and with that Tyler felt his father’s cock fully withdraw from his hole and immediately slam back in. His father began to ruthlessly fuck the boy, eliciting screams from Tyler that were unworldly. The boy’s body arched, his toes curling, as the pain gave way to a blinding ecstasy. Daniel watched in fascination as Tyler’s ass stretched around his shaft, the muscles clenching and releasing in a silent dance of surrender. The sling squealed in protest with every thrust, the sound a symphony of depravity in the otherwise silent apartment. Tyler’s moans grew louder, his body writhing in the leather embrace. Daniel could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke. His eyes never left Tyler’s, the connection between them growing stronger, more intimate with each passing second. “Hey Ty? How’s my cock feel now buddy? Your cock is leaking a lot of precum, looks like it might be feeling pretty good huh?” Unable to form full sentences Tyler responded to his dad with a deep guttural moan. “Ughhhhh daddd daddy dadddddyyyy ughhh ughhh fuck dadddyyy” Mitch stepped back, watching the scene unfold with a predatory gaze. He stroked his own cock, the meth-induced desire making it throb with an intensity that was almost painful. He leaned in, whispering in Tyler’s ear. “You’re so beautiful, so tight. Your daddy’s going to fill you up so good, and then I’m going to take my turn. You’re going to be our little slut, aren’t you?” The words sent a jolt through Tyler, his body responding with a fresh wave of pleasure. He nodded vigorously, his eyes begging for more. Daniel felt his own climax approaching, the room spinning around him in a kaleidoscope of lust and love. “Hey Ty? Where do you want my load son? I’m getting close. Where do you want dad to blow his load?” Tyler looked up pleading at his father and begged him “please daddy, please cum inside me!! Please dad! Please give your son your load” Pumping in and out of his son with increased ferocious vigor Daniel responded “You got it big guy!” With a roar, Daniel emptied himself into Tyler, the force of his orgasm making the sling swing slightly. “Fuckkkk I’m cumming son! I’m filling you up with my load. Fucking take it Tyler, take all your dad’s cum!!!” The boy’s body trembled with the intensity, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. Daniel leaned down, kissing Tyler’s flushed cheek, tasting the salt of his skin. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and he slid his cock out of his son. Mitch stepped in, his own cock bobbing with eagerness. He gently coaxed Tyler’s mouth open, sliding his cock between the boy’s lips. Tyler took to it like a natural, his tongue swirling around the head as he sucked eagerly. Daniel watched, his spent cock still twitching with aftershocks, as Mitch claimed Tyler’s mouth. The sound of a lube bottle being opened was like the crack of a whip in the quiet, the snap of reality breaking the spell. Mitch's fingers were gentle as they explored Tyler's tight little hole, preparing him for the monstrous cock that would soon fill him, stretch him, breed him. Tyler's body tensed, his muscles tightening around the intrusion, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, his body begging for more even as his mind rebelled. Mitch's cock was slick with lubricant as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging against Tyler's entrance. Daniel watched, his own cock in hand, stroking himself to the rhythm of their shared desire. The sight of his son's virgin ass about to be violated by the man he loved was almost too much to bear, a mix of love, lust, and fear that coiled in his gut like a serpent as he knew Mitch’s power and understood what his son was about to endure. As the head of Mitch's cock breached Tyler's tight ring, the boy let out a keening wail that seemed to resonate in the very walls of the apartment. Daniel's hand moved faster, his own arousal building as he watched the look of pain and pleasure dance across Tyler's face. The leather straps creaked and groaned with each powerful thrust, a metronome keeping time with their shared descent into madness. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of agony that made Tyler's toes curl and his eyes water. He could feel himself opening up again, his body being rewritten by the relentless pressure of the cock that claimed him, that filled him, that owned him. And with each thrust, the pain grew, a crescendo that built and built until it was all that he was, all that he knew. He wailed and cried and begged Mitch to take it out, to slow down, to spare him. The meth made everything so much more intense, the pain a sharp, beautiful thing that danced along the edges of his consciousness, a reminder that he was alive, that he was here, that he was theirs. After the initial shock of the assault he felt his body begin to betray him, his ass muscles clenching around the thick shaft, his prostate singing with each hit, his cock throbbing with the need to cum, just like it had been with this dad moments earlier. “Yeah boy, learn to love this cock because I’m gonna fuck my load in you whenever and wherever I want from this moment on. Tyler the second you walked through that door your life changed and now you exist to take this cock. Do you understand??” Tyler nodded his head yes in response, a deep moan all he was able to offer. “Good boy, now I’m about to fill you up just like your dad did. Our little fucking cumslut” Mitch's rhythm grew more frenzied, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he approached climax. Daniel could see the sweat glistening on Mitch’s skin, the veins standing out in stark relief as he gave himself over to the primal need that had taken hold of them all. And as he watched, he knew that this was only the beginning of a new chapter in their twisted love story. The leather straps of the sling grew slick with Tyler's sweat and the pre-cum that leaked from his desperate cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin a steady beat that matched the thud of Daniel's own heart. He reached out, his hand trembling as he touched Tyler's cheek, the softness of his skin a stark contrast to the harshness of the scene playing out before him. "Please," Tyler begged, his voice high and tight with pain and pleasure. “Please breed me Mitch, please give me your load!” Mitch leaned in, his teeth sinking into Tyler's neck as he claimed his prize, his hips slamming into the boy's ass with a force that made the sling swing wildly. Daniel watched, his own orgasm building, as his lover's cock pumped in and out of his son's tight, virgin hole, a dance of possession that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of the universe, Mitch came, his hot seed filling Tyler's ass as he claimed him, marked him, made him theirs. Tyler screamed, his body convulsing with the force of the orgasm that tore through him, a silent plea for mercy that went unheard in the face of their insatiable hunger. The meth made the sensation of being filled, being claimed, so much more intense. Tyler could feel every throb, every pulse, as if each drop of cum was a brand seared into his very soul. His body was alive with sensation, a canvas painted with the colors of pain and pleasure, a masterpiece of depravity. As the haze of the high began to recede, leaving only the aftermath of their sordid union, Daniel felt a twinge of something akin to regret. But it was quickly drowned out by the insatiable hunger that still gnawed at him, the need to claim his son again soon in the same way that he had been claimed. The three of them lay there, panting and exhausted, their bodies entangled in a mess of leather and lust. The room was silent but for the sound of their heavy breaths, the candles flickering shadows playing across their sweat-drenched skin. Daniel looked down at his son, whose eyes were glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure, a look he never thought he'd see directed at him. He held his son’s head in his hands, kissed him deeply and told him how proud of him he was. The loving embrace of father and son was interrupted by Mitch, the man announcing to the room “I have a fun idea”.

Part 2 I was spun out of my mind but when those words came out of his mouth, I gotexcited. I was finally going to get fucked. Papi tossed me a pillow, "lay face down and stick this under your hips." While I got in position, I heard him a large hit off the pipe. He got behind my ass and flicked the plug in my hole. I moaned and raised my hips up a bit hoping he would notice my willingness. I wanted his cock inside of me badly. He grabbed a hold of the plug and pulled it out in one motion. Before my hole could tighten up, he blew his hit right in me. I gasped, having never felt something like that before and felt a faint tickle inside my ass from the clouds. He grabbed the lube and starting with two fingers, he twisted them inside of me pressing on my prostate. I started moaning when he added a third finger but when he tried putting four in, I took a sharp breathe. It was too much at the time, my hole was just not ready for that thickness so he just stuck with three. Those three fingers twisted, scissored, popped in and out of my ass as he added more lube to my now open hole. I started begging for him to fuck me, pushing back on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and I could hear him jacking his cock, getting some lube to go with my spit. Little did I know when he had reached for the lube, he had also grabbed his bag of crystals. He picked out a few small shards and tucked them under his foreskin. He knelt behind me, pushing my legs farther apart while pulling my hips up slightly. I felt his cock sitting at my entrance, sliding it up and down my crack. He stopped at my hole and slowly started nudging his cock into my hole. Between the fingering and stretching from the butt plug, the first two inches of his cock slid into my hole. I gasped, I couldn't believe he was inside of me. My splincher was stretched and even though he still had a lot to go, I felt like a stuffed turkey. I could feel him holding his cock for a couple more seconds before putting his hand on my hips. In that moment of entry, he had held his cock so his foreskin would be pulled back as he entered. The shards he had tucked under were now exposed to my wet ass and started melting in my hole. "Please Papi, please fuck me. I need your cock inside of me" I begged while he slowly rocked his cock in my ass. I felt him pull out a little before sliding back in. My ass felt like it was on fire as he started hitting my prostate. He was halfway in and with each thrust his cock it felt like it was getting fatter and fatter with each inch. I lost track of time, minutes or an hour went by but I finally felt his pubes and hips on my ass. The fire in my ass died down to a smolder, but the pressure on my prostate was soaking my jock in precum. I might have even cum there was so much but I was so focused on his cock in my ass that nothing else mattered. He layed down on my back, pushing deeper into my ass. "How's my cock feel in your ass? I love taking white boys cherries, they are so sweet." "Papi.. papi... Papi..." I moaned as he sucked on the back of my neck. "I want more, please fuck my ass." He ground his hips into my ass, I could feel his cock pressing into my ass in new places. I could feel him start to pull out slowly before thrusting back in. He went from an inch to over half his cock, hitting my prostate every time. He pulled up off my back to get better lervage thrusting into my ass. The feeling of his cock pulling out to his head before thrusting back in is a feeling I will never forget. For the next ten minutes, he pounded my hole. I was moaning uncontrollably that I couldn't even hear the porn playing in the TV. Suddenly he popped out of my ass and told me to come here. It took me a minute to get back up on my knees when I heard the torch click on. I realized he had the pipe back in his mouth and was sucking in a huge hit. I saw his clock out of the corner of my eye and was a little shocked to realize it was midnight and I had been there for hours. Papi leaned into me, kissing my lips and forcing me to shotgun the hit he took. While I was exhaling, he already had the torch going again and brought the pipe up to my lips. I started slowly sucking, taking in my biggest hit so far before he let the torch go out. He pulled my head to his, mashing our lips together as we shotgunned until nothing was left. We did that three more times, all the while the white haze around us got a little thicker from all the clouds escaping our lungs. He pushed me back down so I was on my back looking up at him. I grabbed my original pillow to stick behind my head so I could see him easier while he grabbed extra pillows to prop my ass up. Once I was situated, he didn't give me a second before he grabbed my ankles, threw them on his shoulders and slide balls deep in my ass. I cried out at first, but then settled into the long dicking he was giving me. "Fuck me Papi, pound my ass!" He started to bend me in half which I never thought I was that flexible. Must have been the tina loosened up more than just my hole. He was really pounding my ass at that point, his cock almost coming out of my ass and his balls slapping my cheeks on his return. He was staring into my eyes the whole time, watching my reaction as my former virgin hole got destroyed. "Where do you want me to come baby boy?" "I want you to cum inside me Papi." "Right answer" he smirked before he crushed his lips into mine. He let my legs down so his arms could wrap around me providing better leverage to fuck me. I instinctively locked my legs around his waist as I moaned into his mouth. I would loosen them as he pulled out and squeeze them as he thrust in. His pace and breathe quickened as I could tell he was getting close to finishing. The next couple minutes felt like the most brutal fucking in the world, I wasn't sure if my ass was going to close after this. His body shook as he slammed into me deeper than before and just held it there. He was cumming inside of me, I could feel the pool getting bigger and bigger the more ropes of cum he shot. At this point the wetness in my groin felt even more as I realized I had just cum as well. I felt him rest his full body weight on me. He stopped kissing me and was sucking on my neck, adding to the hickeys already there. I turned my head to give him better access, seeing the clock again realizing that it was past 3 am. Holy shit, time flys when your losing your virginity I thought. Eventually his cock deflated enough that it popped out of my hole and I could feel a cool breeze. I moaned as he did, suddenly missing that feeling of being full. "You are such a sexy boy and I'm thankful you let me pop your cherry. I can't wait for next time," he said while resting back on his pillows. I laughed nervously, "yeah next time." I rolled over to the side of the bed and tried to stand up. It took me a few tries but I was finally able to stand and get my clothes back on. "Give me your phone, I will let you know about next weekend and maybe you can stay the whole time. Your ass was so tight and I want us to play more." I got my phone back noticing he texted himself. He got off the bed to walk me out. At the door, he grabbed my ass to pull me back in for a deep kiss. "I'm already getting horny thinking about next time," he said. He slapped my ass and shut the door behind me. I was so high it took me a bit walking down the steps to my car. I started telling myself "I am blocking his number, there isn't going to be a next time. This was all to much and the smoking was just crazy." My ass had other thoughts as it still felt hot from the unknown booty bumps and his load of cum. When I stepped off the last step, my ass twitched and a glob of his cum leaked out. In that moment I knew I would be back.

A lot has been going through my mind lately, so I decided to write it down. It goes something like this: Something that some people don't know about me, particularly if we've just met, is that I'm gay. I grew up in the 1990s, a time when homophobia was still quite the norm, and I remember going through most of my childhood in denial of this, which, as you might guess, isn't the healthiest thing to do. There was a time in primary school when the teacher talked about sexual identity and handed out a piece of paper with several questions on it. One of them asked how we felt about masturbation, and I didn't know what the word meant. I asked around the class, and everyone laughed, telling me I should google it. When we handed in the worksheet, I glanced over at someone else's paper and saw that he had written "it feels good," which only confused me more. In the same class, the teacher drew a table on the board to compare what supposedly differentiated a homosexual from a heterosexual. The class brainstormed answers like liking the color pink or keeping a room clean. Then one boy said he usually kept his room clean and asked if that made him gay. The class erupted in laughter. Deep down, I wished he was because I had a crush on him. For the years that followed, I kept my room slightly messy, just so I wouldn't be labeled. Things got better for the gay community as time went on, and I remember being around 24 when I finally accepted who I was. That's when I started dating men and exploring intimacy. The relationship I have with sex is a deeply personal one. I remember going to Club 80 back when it was still around and cruising for the first time. I was so nervous I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. PrEP wasn't available then, so l either focused on oral or constantly checked to make sure the condom stayed on, terrified of stealthing. When PrEP became an option at 27, things got wilder. I stopped using condoms entirely, and whenever a date went wrong or someone ghosted me, l'd spend the night at Wet on Wellington, trying to get as much action as possible. I went there a few times, sometimes leaving satisfied, sometimes disappointed. There were so many bottoms around that everyone had to share the "cake," so to speak. Outdoor cruising was another thing I got into. The anonymous nature of it was exhilarating, and I was hooked, especially when I was the only bottom in the toilet, and everyone lined up for their turn. But I also remember nights sitting in my car, parked outside, waiting endlessly for someone to walk in so l could follow. I'd bring my Switch, a book, or a podcast to pass the time, though my mind often wandered to my life choices. Was this really a good use of my time? Most nights, I'd drive home disappointed and vow never to do it again. But of course, I'd do it again. I always did. At 33, I met a wonderful man, and we started a relatively stable relationship. I think of us as a ship at sea-mostly calm waters, with the occasional storm that always passes. These days, it feels like we've anchored on a peaceful island, and it's nice. He's given me the flexibility to be with other men, and I take full advantage of that, though I've noticed something odd within myself lately. I feel bored with sex. "Samey" is the word l've coined because it all feels so similar. I'm not sure if it's a phase or a shift in mindset, but sometimes, even when I go to cruising spots, I don't feel like being there. I'd rather be doing something else, but I go out of a sense of duty-to be on my knees, giving pleasure, or taking someone inside me. It's like every guy has a penis, and after you've seen a dozen, you've seen them all. Sure, they come in different shapes and sizes, but once they're inside, it doesn't matter much. Sometimes, a man is on his knees giving me pleasure, and I feel... nothing. It's just a body with moving parts. It feels good in the moment, but it fades quickly, and I'm soft again. I see men on the street and no longer wonder what they look like naked or what their bodies are like. I suppose I've seen enough to know. Maybe I'm at a stage where I want more from sex than just the physical aspect. Perhaps I'm craving emotional bonding, something l've learned to dissociate from these encounters. Or maybe I've just had too much sex and need to step back for a while, to search for answers that elude me at the moment. *** Have you ever found yourself pursuing something out of habit or a sense of duty, even when it no longer brought you joy? What made you continue, and how did it feel to stop—or not stop? Do you think intimacy is more about physical connection, emotional bonding, or something else entirely? How has your view of it changed over time?

Just f**king "push it in". And, I yell, "fuck me"....OINK

Simply love it. Well written, and meets my tastes! Let's wait for him to unpack his gift 🦠☣️

"homophobia was the norm in the 90s" yes - and it's becoming the norm again lately. Politicians, social networks, etc. We can never stay off guard. Then the mess in your room, well, unfortunately there are tons of stereotypes about homosexual men which have nothing to do with reality, but when you are a teen they stab you to death. I had the one "you like writing, playing piano, reading and watching arts, you are gay". Yes. I am. Any trouble? I started rising against my far-right biological father not far from 15 years old. When Freddie Mercury died. Fast forwarding to sex? I have never been the anonymous encounters type, in 49 years I had 4 serious relationships one of which involved other men too. But when I was together with my ex's buddies I basically felt uncomfortable. And when I asked one of my closest friends (my very first boyfriend) if he came to visit me and have a 3some with my ex, he always reminded me "I dislike the guy you live with. You'd better avoid to involve me or I'd treat him bad" then those encounters always were "don't ask, don't tell" while I was walking the path of being upfront about my HIV positive status. Now? I im in "a phase" where I'm bonded emotionally, physically, and sexually with one guy. A man I've secretly loved for years. Not tired about sex because our life is quite balanced for work, hobbies, and sex. We don't feel like opening the couple to others because we both don't like mechanical sex "seen one you've seen them all". Intimacy is connection, sharing fantasies, having conversations, not necessarily traditional love but it's something in need to be built from scratch. I had a phase where I hated sex and it was after my HIV diagnosis. And my bf, the 6 months before we got sexually close. Used to jump from a girl to another -he defined himself hetero-, he was bored about sex and I playfully said "what about turning to the other side of the fence and explore?" He never walked the old path again.

I have a day off work today, so I decide to spend some time at Pipemakers. Someone has recently taken the time and effort to clean up the sheds, placing carpet and chairs, and it's starting to look very comfortable. The car park is full of families nearby, but I ignore them and make my way through the back entrance, a part of the fence that someone has cut out, very discreet, and easy access to the glory hole shed. There's someone in there. l present my dick through the hole, lots of tugging but no sucking, so I leave. I make multiple laps around the sheds, but there's no action. I return to the glory hole shed and see a man riding another man: a power bottom. I stand and watch for a bit, but I get bored and leave. A little later, I'm standing in one of the sheds when a man with glasses appears. He quickly approaches me, rubbing his crotch, and I'm on my knees sucking him. He starts out quite small, but he quickly grows to a modest size. A crowd forms around us. I get him nice and hard, then turn around, happy that he enters me easily, no doubt thanks to my prep at home. While he's fucking me, I have another cock in my mouth. I'm alternating between two cocks now, but I want to focus on the man in the brown shirt I'm sucking. He's quite handsome, and I want him to fuck me next. The man fucking me doesn't come, so I turn around and start sucking him again, positioning my ass for the man in the brown shirt. I'm happy to say he enters me. He fucks me hard for a bit, comes, and leaves. I turn around, and the first man starts fucking me again, now more slick thanks to the cum inside me, but he still doesn't come. We stand and kiss, and he apologizes for taking so long. I tell him it's alright, the fucking was good. He smiles. Outside, we stand and make small talk. He asks if I come here often and if I'm online. Yes, and on Squirt, was my reply. We part ways. I make a few more laps around the shed and have some small encounters with other guys, but nothing much happens, just a lot of jerking off, coming and leaving. Later, I see a handsome guy sucking someone off. The guy asks him how many loads he's got. Two, he says, and I know it's probably time for me to leave: competition is rising. But the two of them just start jerking off together, and I think that's a wasted opportunity. I run into the man from earlier, the one with the glasses, and I finally get his name and tell him mine. I mention that it's probably time for me to leave since I'm getting pretty hungry. I suppose a diet of cocks and cum isn't going to cut it. He smiles, and we leave the place together. * * * P.S: I'm in the car now, trying to jerk off a load. Lately, I've been noticing that I'm a lot less enthusiastic about having sex with men. For some reason, it all feels very samey, a word I made up, meaning that everything feels so similar. Just cocks in my mouth and dicks in my ass. I think I've got an existential crisis on my hands.

"I've paid cash money for Hollywood Movie Star Pussy that won't even half as good as yours."

My husband breeding me.

I was married to a woman for 10 years, and the marriage ended partly because I needed to experience sex with another man. I didn’t know I was bi before we got together, and I told her shortly after I discovered/accepted that about myself. Told her that I wouldn’t need to act on it, but that changed. Didn’t know how much I would need it, just knew I was bi and I would need to satisfy that urge eventually. Moving forward from my divorce, I put my cards on the table with all future potential partners. I told them that I’m bi within the first few dates. When it started to get more serious with one girl (my current girlfriend) I told her I wasn’t sure whether I would need to fuck guys again in the future. She accepted that. A few strong bi-cycles later, I realized I would need to have sex with men at least occasionally moving forward. Took a lot of courage to bring it up—we were almost a year into our relationship and had fallen in love. But I knew I needed to tell her or I would eventually act on those urges again in the future and it would crash and burn like my marriage. Plus I’m tired of hiding and feeling guilty. I told her that I would need cock and cum occasionally in the future, and was pleasantly surprised that she agreed to a limited open relationship. Now I get a hall pass to fuck guys once every few months, and we’ve been together for almost 6 years.

I was in a 15 year relationship. My circumstances were different as I was a married man so everything was undercover. But I was bored. The sex we had was ‘his sex’. The urged to get out were strong so I just cut the relationship off dead. Really harsh but it was the obvious route for me

My SO and I don't have sex anymore. When I masturbate, it's almost always a fantasy of a guy fucking me. It's pretty clear what I am. I just need to find the right guy to hook up with.

fill me up

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My boyfriend is versa for fisting. We love getting fisted together 🐷

Part 4 I slept most of the day Saturday, waking up to piss sometime in the afternoon. It came out quite dark and with a different smell than usual. I figured I was dehydrated and downed another glass of water before crashing back in bed. I woke up to eat dinner as my stomach was hurting from only eating a banana for breakfast. I threw a frozen dinner in the microwave and sat down at the table to wait. Curious, I started googling tina wanting to know more about what I smoked last night. I slobbered up real quick once I realized it was short for crystal meth. I panicked, it was a dangerous drug that could affect my health. I scrolled through articles before I hit a blog by some dude talking about the affects of meth and sex. He claimed that although it was a dangerous drug, it actually enhanced experience and feelings that men received during sex. I thought to myself, if done in moderation with lots of preparation it's actually not a bad thing. I was trying to convince myself that what I had done the night before wasn't horrific and I was not an addict. I shook it off and reheated my dinner as it got cold after sitting there for a while. As I laid in bed later, I thought about last night. I had tried a few things that I no longer had to do again if I didn't want to. I didn't have to smoke meth again, I tried it and now I am done with it. Sunday passed by uneventful, did some cleaning around the apartment, got groceries and played some video games. Work was a great distraction on Monday, a good start to getting back to normal. It was Thursday night before I thought about the apps again. I probably had so many messages waiting to be read. As luck would have it, as soon as I picked up my phone a text message came through from Joe (Papi). I had forgotten he had put his number in my phone last weekend. Papi: Hey sexy, what are you up to this weekend? Me: I don't know, I haven't made any plans yet. I was debating going to a movie or something. Papi: You should come over again, someone misses you. What followed was a couple pictures of his rock hard cock from different angles. My mouth started watering a bit as I stared at each one before I finally responded back. Me: I'm not sure I should, last weekend was fun and I'm grateful for the experience. However, the smoking was to much for me so I can't come over. Papi: We don't have to smoke at all boy. You can just suck my cock and if you feel like fucking we can. We can go at whatever pace you want. Me: (completely naive) Promise? Papi: You enjoyed it last weekend, just saying. Come over and we will have some fun, no pressure to do anything. Me: ...... Me: Okay I guess. What time should I come over? Papi: 8 is fine. Park around back, there is a lot you can use so your car's not out on the street. Me: okay. I went to bed that night excited and nervous for Friday night having completely forgotten to check what other messages I may have gotten. I rushed through work on Friday and ended up getting ready to early. I cleaned out extra good just in case I decided to let him fuck me. Once it got closer to 8, I hopped in my car and started driving to his apartment. Parking was easy and I was knocking at his door before I knew it. The door cracked open for a second before opening fully to reveal Papi standing in just a jock. "Come on in, I have been so horny thinking about you." I laughed nervously "thank you." "Head on back, you remember where my bed is," he said with a slap on my ass. I noticed as soon as I got next to his bed, he already had his supplies lined up on the stand ready to go. I decided in that moment I wasn't going to smoke again, he could if he wanted to but I wasn't. "Here have a drink before we get started" he said handing me a water bottle. It was the same nasty drink as last time but stronger. I gaged after talking a large gulp. "What is that!" I exclaimed. "That's just some ghb mixed in, it helps loosen you up." Oh great, another drug that I don't know what it does. I should have known better from last time but just no smoking. The fuzzy feeling was coming back, stronger than last time. "Why don't you get undressed, I feel lonely being the only naked one here." I hadn't noticed that he had slid down his jock and was sporting a hard cock. Getting undressed was difficult as I became clumsy from the ghb I drank. While I was struggling, I heard the torch click and the sound of him taking a hit. I could feel the warm cloud being blown my way as the torch clicked again. Finally after getting my jockstrap off I turned to find him standing right behind me. He leaned in to kiss me, slipping his tongue in after a few seconds. His hand holding the torch gripped the back on my head as he blew a massive cloud into my lungs. "Mhmm good boy, let's get you into the clouds." I coughed a couple times exhaling his hit. "I don't want to smoke Papi," I sputtered out but that feeling of energy and horniness started coming back to me. He had already lit the pipe again, drawing in another hit and shotgunned me before I could protest furrher. After the fourth shotgun, I realized I had caved but was quickly sucked back into the the horniness that only meth could provide. He gave me the pipe and torch to start taking my own hit while he readied the bong. I only got to take two hits before he took the pipe away from me. "I knew you wanted it boy. Don't look so sad, I'm going to teach you how to take big hits off the bong. Hop up on the bed," he said. As I crawled up on the bed, he grabbed my ankles and flipped me over. He got up on top of me and ground his cock into my dicklet as he started kissing me. I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed, trying to pull him closer so I could have all of him. He worked his way down my neck, leaving me a new hickey on each side. My nipples were next as he sucked, bit and chewed on them till I was almost screaming in pain and pleasure. He slammed his mouth back against mine to shut me up while my nipples throbbed against his chest. "Come sit up here with me, I want you to blow some more clouds." As I leaned up against his headboard with all the pillows, he grabbed the bong he already had loaded with Tina from earlier. As he spoke to me, I nodded along eager to smoke more. "I'm going to show you how to breath in with this first hit and then it's all on you. Same as the pipe, start breathing once you see the smoke. The water filters some of the smoke so it's less harsh and you can take a larger hit." I don't know how much larger of a hit I can take as I already felt maxed out when I hit off the pipe. I watched as he took his hit and blew out this massive cloud at me. He then brought the bong to my mouth and coached me through. I sucked and sucked, feeling my lungs stretch to new heights. He finally took the torch away but told me to hold it. After an agonizing minute, he told me to breath and I let out a cloud where I couldn't even see him. I heard him laugh before the click of the torch and the bong was brought back to my lips. As I took this hit, he said now your going to hold this one and shotgun it to me. I was ready to burst before he pull my head to his and started a makeout that lasted a few minutes. How did I get here, I thought. This feels fucking amazing and the last fleeting thought before I gave in to the smoke was I didn't want to smoke again. He pulled me out of my thoughts when he broke the kiss and brought the bong back to my lips. I was sucking in my third massive hit when he told me this time your going to blow it out on my cock. He held the bong there for a bit longer until he saw a little smoke coming out of my nose. "Hold that smoke in boy, don't you fucking let it out." My lungs were hurting from holding in so much smoke. I quickly got on his cock and started sucking my way down. Halfway my lungs gave out and smoke started coming out my nose. His hand pushed on my head, forcing me to deepthroat his cock in one swoop. I moaned around his cock as I floated in a cloud. The pressure holding me down let up and I began to bob my head on his cock while taking in my first breathe of fresh air. While I was blowing him, Papi reached down to pull my ass closer to him so I was kneeling next to his side. I was so focused on his cock that I almost missed his finger sliding in my hole. He quickly moved to two and then three fingers, really trying to stretch my hole. I started pulling off his cock when I felt a fourth finger trying to enter my ass. His hand pressed down on my head "just relax boy, if you keep tensing up I won't be able to fuck you." It didn't make sense but the fear of not getting fucked made me try harder. I started sucking him harder while also really pushing out my ass. All four fingers slid right into my hole and Papi went to work. Twisting his hand around, wiggling his fingers, and finally shoving in until his thumb stopped him. I was shaking at this point, the unbelievable pressure I was feeling in my ass mixed with the ecstasy of sucking his cock. I would have sworn I had cum during all that action but he never acknowledged if I did. He just kept working my holes until he was ready. I first felt his cock get stiffer, then his balls tightened up before I swallowed his first shot. He was moaning telling me to take it and swallow his load. I worked hard to swallow it all and not choke on the volume of cum he was shooting. He let up on my head so I was able to pull off to nurse his head and taste his cum. It was so much better right from his cock versus fingering my ass to taste. I rested my head on his stomach, taking a few deep breaths now that I could breathe not just through my nose. I had to have been sucking his cock for an hour or so I thought. His hand stayed in my ass while his thumb was rubbing on the outside of my hole. A few minutes went by and he asked me "what kinks do you like?" "Well since this is only my second time doing anything sex wise, I guess I'm not sure. I love feeling your fingers in my ass and I guess I would like to be fisted. Not right now though! Maybe next time. I'm willing to try anything, first time for everything and how will I know unless I try it" I stammered out. "Let's try something, I've always wanted a little piggy and I have to piss real bad. Put my cock in your mouth and don't spill a fucking drop." I was nervous about what he meant but why the hell not, got to try it. I locked my lips around his cock and waited. He started slow, the piss dribbling out into my mouth before he let loose. It was strong and slightly acidic but I didn't think it was that bad. Probably all the meth I had smoked fucked up my taste buds but I started swallowing as quickly as I could. What I didn't know was that he had been smoking for a hour before I got there so I was swallowing a very potent load of chempiss. I worked to get the last few drops out of his cock before taking his cock to the root and blowing him again. I was so high that the only thing that existed to me was his cock. I did not pay attention to see him on his phone messaging someone. Afterwards, he pulled his fingers and told me to lay down. He climbed ontop of my ass and slid his semi hard cock easily into my hole. I could feel him rocking his cock in and out of my ass, being stretched out he easily gaped my hole. The torch clicked as I heard him taking a hit before feeling it being blown down towards my ass. The next hit he held onto for a second before popping his cock out and blowing it into my gaped hole. He did this a couple more times, thrusting his cock in me to open my hole up before blowing a huge cloud of tina inside. He laid down on my back thrusting his cock deep in my ass. I heard the torch again as his hips ground into me and I felt a big cloud around my head. He reached his arms around my head as he placed the pipe in my mouth and lit it. Over the next several minutes, I took 5 more hits off the pipe. I was moaning and trying to buck my hips up to get more of his cock into my hole. He whispered in my ear, "I have a surprise for you boy." I was confused because what could he be talking about. I laid there getting pounded for a few more minutes. The chempiss I swallowed and those hits made my high shoot right through the roof. I was a moaning, blubbering mess. The bed suddenly sank down in front of me and startled me. I clenched down on Papi's dick before I looked up to see a cock in my face.

Part 3 Driving home proved to be a struggle. Any bump or pot hole in the road caused a throb in my ass. I could feel a bit more of Papi's cum leak out. Thankfully being the early morning meant no traffic so I sped a little. I started undressing as soon as I got in the door with the intentions of hoping right in the shower. Bending over caused another throb in my hole that stirred my cock. I was still very high but my dick started to look normal instead of a shriveled tina dicklet. I reclined on my couch, propping my legs up and started jerking off. I looked up some porn, but a tinge of frustration crept in the back of my head as to why my dick wasn't as hard as normal. My frustration grew more when I didn't feel anything watching my normal videos. I skipped through a handful of them trying to find something to stir my cock. I had a mini flashback to a few hours earlier. I was shotgunning hits to Papi and he was coaching me to "smoke that tina." On a whim, I put in the search bar "smoking tina" and was rewarded with a page full of videos. The first thumbnails were of a guy sitting alone with a pipe and their fat cock. I clicked the first one and it was a short video of a black guy holding the pipe and torch taking a hit. He held it for a few seconds before blowing a thick white cloud down his chest onto his massive cock. The clip ended with him strocking his cock and a bead of precum forming on his head. I was stunned, it took me a second before I hit the replay button and re watched the video at least 15 more times. Something about that pipe, the massive cloud rolling down his body and his huge fucking dick got to me. Unknown to me, my right hand had wandered down my balls, past my taint to my hole. I had started rubbing it using the leftover lube and cum leaking out. I was shocked because it felt amazing. I pressed my hole harder, slipping a finger in to the first knuckle. I gasped feeling my hole get pentrated again and when I pulled out I could see my tip was wet. I brought it up to my face and I could smell his cum. My tongue reached out to lick my finger, it tasted salty but like Papi. I stuck my finger completely in my mouth to suck the rest off. "Next time I want him to cum in my mouth," I thought. "I want to taste it all." The next few minutes turned into me watching more videos of guys smoking and playing with their cocks. My hand returned to my ass to stick my spit slick finger in my cummy hole. I was digging my finger into my ass trying to get more cum out. I wanted to taste more of Papi's cum. Eventually I got so horny that my finger just stayed in my ass, playing with my prostate. I paused as I clicked on the next video which was a pov shot. I could see down this white guys chest to the second younger guy on his knees holding his cock. From the side, guy1 brought a bong and torch into view where the guy2 started sucking in the smoke. The bong and torch went away while I watched guy2 take all 7 inches down his throat. He deepthroated the thick cock with ease, pressing his nose in the pubes before exhaling a massive cloud out his nose. He started giving a deep blowjob, stopping every few strokes to nuzzle his pubes before coming back off. This went on for a few minutes. During that time, I added a second finger to my hole and was scissoring them in and out. I was amazed yet again how good fingering my ass felt. Subconsciously I wished that Papi was on the couch with me, his fingers in my ass while he encouraged me to get ready for his cock. By the time guy2 took a third hit, I had three fingers in my ass and was moaning so loud I couldn't hear the video. The video ended after that third hit and I was immediately onto the next, fingers thrusting in and out of my hole. By the third video, I stopped to connect my phone to the TV. I needed my left hand to finger my hole so my cum and lube covered fingers could jack my cock. I thrusted three dry fingers into my ass. Didn't think them being dry going in, the twinge of pain I felt made me hornier. It felt like the first time Papi shoved three fingers into my ass. I couldn't keep track of time. Over the next hour or so I watched several more videos. Each time I pictured myself as the guy taking those massive hits and blowing them out on each cock. I caught myself several times moaning out "Papi... Papi... Papi..." It was during one of those drawn out moans where I really started to finger bang my hole. I had closed my eyes and imagined myself a few hours earlier. I was on my back, Papi leaning over me and cock thrusting in my ass. I could feel my balls start to tighten up and the next slam of my fingers in shot ropes of cum out of my cock. I layed gasping as I pulled my fingers out of my ass. My dick stopped shooting cum and was dribbling out that last of my load. After a couple minutes, I realized how parched my mouth felt and the exhaustion in my limbs. Slowly picked myself up off the couch, turned off the TV and headed for the shower. I stopped in the kitchen for a tall glass of water and a banana to eat. The hot water felt amazing on my sore muscles. I soaped up and started cleaning my body off. When the washcloth reached my ass, the feeling it rubbing on my hole made me moan out. "Dammit! I'm too tired to do this again," I said outloud. I hurried to finish, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep By the time I crawled into bed, it was almost 8 am. The tina still in my system kept me up a bit more, replaying the events of last night. I was no longer a virgin but was amazed I lost it to such a massive cock. I drifted to sleep thinking I was back between Papi's legs, cock in my face and a huge cloud was being blown in my face.

Part 2 I got up the next morning and got ready for my trip to Toronto. I went out and grabbed breakfast at Tim Hortons. I hung around the hotel for a few hours to allow for traffic to subside. I left the hotel about 10a and started the drive to Toronto. The drive was slow. Even though I left after rush hour, traffic was less than ideal. I pulled into the hotel parking lot at almost 12p and checked in. Even though I was earlier than normal check-in, they had a room ready for me. I got to my room and was impressed. It was a nice-sized room with a bunch of windows. I headed out and walked to a local store to stock up on some necessary supplies. I grabbed a pack of water bottles, soft drinks, and snacks. I dropped off my supplies at the hotel and went back out to grab some lunch. I brought it back to the room and ate while I checked out BBRT. I sent messages to a few interesting people. I was trying to determine what I would do for the evening. I decided that if I couldn't find anyone to hookup, I would head to Steamworks. I sent messages to the guys on Telegram to tell them that I had gotten to Toronto. After lunch, I douched in case I had any luck in the afternoon. The afternoon was slow. I talked to a bunch of fakes. I decided to create a quick connect ad on BBRT: "neg bb btm hosting in hotel room. All tops welcome to breed me. Lube and poppers available. All loads accepted. Poz encouraged" I decided to stop looking for a bit and went to Breeding Zone. I read a bunch of stories in the Backroom. I eventually went to the ChemSex stories. I was enjoying reading about guys that got corrupted by chems. The entire time I was reading the stories, I was hitting the poppers and wondered how other chems might be. I thought back to the guy I spoke to on Telegram. I decided to check out NKP and expand my search on BBRT for guys that might be interested in showing me the ropes. My phone beeped. It was a message on Telegram from Jeff. "Sorry. I just saw your message." "No problem. How are you?" "Good. Getting ready to leave work. You make it to Toronto?" "Yep. I am naked and high on poppers in my hotel room. I've been looking for tops but not having much luck yet." "Yeah. Toronto is hit or miss sometimes." "Any chance we might meet this weekend?" "Yes. You mentioned that you might be interested in trying PnP?" "Yes. I am nervous about it but am interested." "Good. I stocked up on some supplies so we can party." I was nervous. "I haven't ever done more than poppers. Just nervous if I will be able to handle them." "It's fine. We can take it slow. Won't slam the first time. Smoking can be good." "What about a booty bump?" "Sure. I can make that happen too." "I've heard it can make a btm like me really need to get bred." "Yep. I can make that happen too as long as you are good to take poz cock." "My neg hole prefers poz cock and loads." "Great. Probably best that you come here in case we smoke." "I can do that. When?" "Let's shoot for 8p tonight. I'll send you the address a little later." "OK. Can't wait. Talk soon." I went back to BBRT and found I had a message to my quick connect ad. It simply gave his phone number. I checked his profile. For his status, it said "Ask me." I texted him. "Hi. You responded to my BBRT ad. You looking?" "Yes. Location?" I gave him the hotel information. "Thanks. I prefer totally anon. Got a blindfold?" "Yes." I grabbed the blindfold from my suitcase. I had bought one but hadn't been using it when I have been hooking up. "OK. Will be there soon. Will let you know when I get there." "Great. Your profile said to ask you about your status." "I'm poz. See you soon." I got the room ready for his arrival. After about thirty minutes, he texted me again. "Room number?" I texted him the number and asked "You on meds or not." "Not." I was excited. I propped the door open and got on the bed in doggie with my ass facing the door. I pulled the blindfold on and hit the poppers. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and close. I heard the familiar sound of clothes hitting the floor. I heard him walk over to the bed, pick up the poppers, and take a hit. I heard the sound of him opening the lube and squirting on his cock. He got up on the bed behind me and took another hit. I took another hit in each nostril. "Spread that ass." I reached back and spread my ass cheeks. I heard him take another hit and pushed his cock in. His cock felt great. It was an ideal thickness - not too thin and not so thick that it hurt. I also enjoyed the length as he thrust into me. I let go of my ass cheeks and hit the poppers again. I heard him hit the poppers and felt his cock swell. slightly. He slapped my ass and started to fuck me. "I love anon scenes, slut." "Me too, Sir." "You have no idea who I am. You have let an unknown stranger put his cock in your slut hole." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." I hit the poppers again and heard him do the same. "All that you know is that I am poz and not on meds." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." "I am enjoying using your sluthole. I haven't cum in several days. You are going to get a big toxic load." He slapped my ass and started picking up the pace. I hit the poppers again. "Fuck me, Sir. Breed me. Dump your toxic load deep in me." "Take this toxic load, slut!" He slammed into me hard. I pushed back on his thrust to keep my balance. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I was in ecstasy as each shot of cum hit my prostate. After a few minutes, he pulled out and slapped my ass. "Thanks, slut. Enjoy your time in town." I laid down on my stomach to ensure that the cum stayed in me. I heard him get dressed and left. I pulled the blindfold off and sent him a text. "Thanks, Sir. I am in town until Monday morning. Let me know if you want another crack at my sluthole." "Will do." I checked the clock. It was about 4p. I still had several hours to go. Nothing was looking too promising. I decided to grab some food early so I could be ready for the evening. I continued to watch porn. My phone beeped. It was Jeff. "Sorry. We can't get together tonight. Family emergency." Fuck. I got my hopes up again for another fake. I responded. "OK. Hope everything turns out ok." Guess my evening is free now. I jumped back on BBRT. My quick connect ad had expired. There were other ads but they were all bottoms. I went on grindr and Sniffies. More fakes. I was frustrated. Was my trip a waste of time and money? I got on NKP and had a reply. He gave me his number. I texted him. "Hi. This is Greg from NKP. How are you?" "Hey. OK. You looking to PNP?" "I haven't ever done more than poppers but have always been curious about getting a booty bump." "I can do that. I need supplies. Can you venmo?" "How much you need?" "100" I understood needing to contribute to his purchasing supplies but this didn't seem right. Sounded like a scam. I blocked the number. I started to wonder if I should go to Steamworks or not. I was frustrated. I checked Sniffies to see how busy it looked and it didn't look promising. I continued to search grindr and BBRT. Eventually, I got a message from a top on BBRT. His profile said he was undetectable. For drug use, it said ask me. "You looking for some raunchy fun tonight?" I responded and gave him my number. A few minutes later, I got a text. "Hi slut. We are talking on BBRT." "Hello Sir. I am a sub bb btm. I am always looking for tops to use me." "Cool. I am high at home and need some raunchy fun. What do you get into?" "I am pretty open. I only take it bareback though." "That's good with me. Only play bare here too. You open to ParTy?" "Hot. I have only done poppers so far but am open for more." "Never done it?" "Not yet. I have always been curious about booty bumps but haven't found top to show me the ropes." "Want to come over now?" "Sure. You hosting?" "Yes." "Cool. What's the address?" He sent the address. "Says about 30 minutes. Want me to call an Uber now?" "Yes. Text me when you get here." "OK." I requested an Uber and got dressed. I grabbed my lube, poppers, room key, and phone and headed down to meet the Uber. It arrived a few minutes later. I hopped in and was on my way. I was nervous about the kinds of play that may happen but was excited as well. What did he mean by raunchy play? Was it play that I hadn't tried yet? Maybe I should just cancel and go to Steamworks? I kept going back and forth until the driver told me that I had arrived. I looked out. It was a pretty run-down apartment complex. I tipped him and got out. I was nervous but texted him. "I'm here." "OK. Buzz apartment 303. I will let you in." I walked over to the door and pressed 303. Seconds later, the door buzzed. I walked into the building. It was run-down inside too. I walked down the hall to the elevators and took it to the third floor. I got out and headed to the apartment. The door was ajar. I pushed the door open and stepped in. It was mostly dark in the apartment. I heard him close the door behind me. "Take off your clothes and follow me to the playroom." I immediately took off my clothes but left my jock on. I grabbed my lube and poppers and followed him. In the darkness, it was hard to make him out but he was tall and thin. I could make out that he was hairy. We walked through the main area into a small hallway. I could see red light coming from one of the rooms. He walked into that room and I followed. My heart was beating hard. There was slightly more light in this room but it was all red. There was a mattress on the floor. There was various drug paraphernalia scattered on the bed and nearby. Next to the bed, a portable sling had been setup. There was a table next to the sling. On that table, there was more drug paraphernalia. My eyes came back to my host. I could make him out a little better. He was hairy. His face was gaunt and looked weathered. I looked down and saw his uncut cock was long but still semi-soft. "Thanks for coming slut. Been a long time since I had a newbie here." "Thank you, Sir. I am nervous but open as long as you take it slow with me." "Don't worry. We will have fun. I am going to get you into the sling to start." I followed him over to the sling. "Hop in." I turned around and got my butt up into the sling. I slid down until my butt was hanging off the end. He grabbed each leg and secured to the cuffs. "I am leaving your arms free. Before we begin, drink this down. You will need to stay hydrated." He handed me a cup. I drank what he gave me. It tasted like Gatorade but had a slightly different taste. He started rubbing his hands over my legs and chest. I moaned when he started sucking on one of my nipples. He moved around to the other side of the sling and started sucking on my other nipple. I realized that I was enjoying it but was also starting to feel very relaxed. I was no longer nervous. "Feeling relaxed now?" "Yes Sir. Very relaxed." "Good. Glad I could take the edge off. It will make everything go easier now." I didn't quite understand what he meant but I was good with it. He disappeared but I could hear him moving around. Next thing that I knew, he was between my legs. He pulled my jock up and rubbed my cock until it started to get hard. "Let's see how long this lasts." I felt his finger at my hole. He pushed in and held it there for a moment. Then, he began to lightly finger fuck me. He withdrew his finger and pushed it back in. This time, it hurt. I felt some scratching as his finger worked its way deep in me. "Let's see how long this takes." He pulled his finger out and disappeared. Shortly after, my head started to spin. My craving to get fucked escalated. He returned. "Starting to get the craving?" I struggled to get out the words "Yes Sir." He grabbed my cock. It had shriveled up. "Yep. Just like I expected. Useless. That's called Tina dick." My brain was scrambled but I remembered something from the things I read. This can happen from Tina. How did this happen? When did I get Tina? Did he push a shard in me? "Wha wha how?" He laughed. "Yes. I gave you a booty bump just like you wanted. Time to help it melt and to satisfy your need." I felt his cock push into my hole. It was well-lubricated. "mmmm. I'm gonna love filling your cunt with my poz cum." With that, he started to fuck me. I was in ecstasy. I have no idea how long he fucked me. Then he stopped and pulled out. "Be right back, slut." He left the room. I felt empty. My fuckhole needed to be filled immediately. I was starting to squirm with horniness. Then, he came back in the room and had someone with him. "See? I told ya. I introduced him to your Tina. I think he likes it." The other guy responded. "Yep. It has that effect. Mind if I use him?" "Sure. Go ahead. He already has two of my loads in him. I am sure he needs more." "Thanks." The other guy came over between my legs. I was having trouble focusing. He was white with a shaved head. Definitely looked rough. He pushed his cock hard into my used fuckhole. "Damn. So sloppy in there." "Yeah sorry. I hadn't cum in a while. Dumped a huge load in there." He grabbed my legs and started fucking me. My host came over to my head. He had a glass pipe in his hands. He lit it and took a big hit. He bent over and kissed me. He pushed the smoke into my mouth and held his mouth over mine. Then he pulled back. I coughed. "First shotgun. Before you leave, you will be smoking on your own." He lit up again and took a hit and shotgunned me again. He pulled back but I held the smoke in my lungs. "Yeah. Hold it as long as you can." Finally, I released. "Good slut. You are on your way." My head was spinning. I had no idea where I was or how long I was there. I started to feel more normal. I looked down and the shaved guy wasn't there. There was a black guy fucking me now. I have no idea when he arrived. My host reappeared by my head. He had the pipe again. "Time for you to do your own first hit." He held the pipe to me and I took it in my hand. I held it to my lips. He lit the pipe. I sucked in. "Deeper. Deeper." I kept inhaling until I couldn't inhale any longer and pulled the pipe from my lips. I held it as long as I could and then exhaled. I coughed a little. "Good. Another." I repeated the process. I started to get fuzzy again. I lost track of time again. I started to come to my senses. I looked down and saw someone pull out of me and walk away. I didn't recognize him. My host returned and unlocked my legs. I got out of the sling. I struggled to stand but was able to maintain my balance. My host led me to the door. "Time for you to head out. Come back tomorrow afternoon and I can sell you a glass pipe and some shards. I can show you the ropes for you to smoke." I called an Uber and started to get dressed. "OK. How many people?" "Fucked you? I lost track. After my dealer fucked you, several of my customers came by and I offered them your ass. Some paid some good dollars for their stash plus a chance to unload in you." "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome. Contact me tomorrow if you want to buy from me." The Uber arrived and I headed back to the hotel.

I am a bare bottom, 18 year old, twink, smooth, tight and fit. I am looking for great parties where can I be filled up by tops. I do not really care how you look, as long you have a dick to feed my ass. Neither do I care about you being neg or Poz. Anyone? Who knows where these parties happen? Or if you are one who organizes it? Location is not much of a problem if it’s in Europe or US. My telegram: @enhypenmic

Great story, what a Christmas gift to get, hope there is a follow up chapter

Hell...it's not what they say for me it's the look of letting and zoning out on the fucking that is the compliment! I had a top from my baseball team that put my legs on his shoulders (so high that I could play footsie with an airline pilot flying overhead )then he slid that dick in and immediately he started to rut like he was a jackhammer! I could tell the moment it was good for him when his body relax, his humping went into a smooth rhythm and his eyes rolled back..he lost track of time, his surroundings, and all that mattered was the moment of my hairy ass wrapped around his babymaker...when he came it was just a quiet sound of the bed squeaking and his quiet moans of "oh god" over and over...afterwards he got up and walked into the kitchen naked and grabbed us two frozen popsicles..he didn't say anything...we sucked them down in bed as we laid there. I nursed mind as I watched him lying there with one arm behind his head and his semihard dick laid on his thigh dripping the last of his ejaculated cum. He just stared a the ceiling sucking on his...afterwards he threw the popsicle stick on the floor turned towards me and then proceeded to fuck me again...Now this guy was quite an asshole and never fucking kept his mouth shut...but that night he was so into it...well I never had seen him that quiet before so I considered him enjoying getting that nut was his compliment!

From 9-11, my cousin (3 years older) From 11-14, my old cousin and 6 of his classmates. From 16 -18, the son of a family friend.

Same with me. This was pre-HIV, late '70s. First fuck I took was bare. First time I topped was also gloriously bare. I used condoms during the AIDS epidemic but by the early 2000s I was fucking bare again.

Number one choice is cum - of course. LOL But - when I top, I love to eat a bottom's ass until it is juicy, wet, slightly gaped and covered in my spit and his ass juices. I tease first and push the spit inside with my cock head, then drop to my knees and eat his hole a little more and create more juice. So, by the time I slide my entire cock in there, he is well juiced up and I love the slightly more friction. When I bottom, I love to deep throat my top's cock for a while. Every now and then, I pull off and scoop the mixture of his precum and my spit and throat juices and rub it all over my hole. I got back and forth from his cock to opening my hole with our juices. When he's rock hard, juicy and ready to fuck, I am already pre-lubed with a combo of our juice. Feels awesome when his head starts to open my gape. And of course, the job isn't done until he blows his load, pulls out and I clean his cock and balls off from the combined ass juices and cum. I love tasting the combo of our juice. Most tops love this cleaning up. A few are sensitive, but I know this and just gently suckle their cock - no extra stimulation - until they are into it....

Or squirt it out into another pig's mouth! I volunteer!

If you feel just as good and tight 5 cocks in as one cock in - that's amazing. Both have their bliss, but I have a odd delight in tight hole - so I always appreciate opening - I guess kinda 'cause I'm wicked crazy hard. But that said, there is an absolute delight in fucking deep and finding a load hiding in there, and suddenly your bone is all wet. Totally makes me wanna fuck :SO: much! ...and a sexy bottom with a tender well fucked and bred hole is also :so: lovely. Grrrrrr...

Sounds like a great time! I’m planning on doing the same thing tomorrow evening

Guys, I’m extremely happy. I was single for 6 and a half years. I enjoyed it especially because of the freedom. However, I missed somebody who can enjoy this freedom with me. A nice, kind, open-minded, kinky guy. Without age difference, with the same status in independence, financial background, culture interest etc. And it was important to be engaged with open relationship. According to 6 years experience this guy didn’t exist in my environment. Fuck, I was wrong. He exists an love me, and I deeply love him. He lives in another country but in the next country and by plane it’s ridiculously cheap and fast. I’m happy and I wanted to share this with one of my most important community.

Hot get-together!!

Any "sex" act that does not involve penetrating an orifice in the human body with a human penis. I also think oral is just foreplay, and do not enjoy hours of foreplay moving on to the main event. Any functionally lesbian "sex" act that includes a male of the species but completely avoids their penises. I despise cuddling, massage and tit play and often feel like I'm the only bi/gay man in the PNW that doesn't list cuddling as the top 3 "sexual" activities they are looking for in their hookup profile or when you ask them in person at a cruising venue.

I always ask. Well not how you got pozzed but when I see guys that fuck raw I always ask if they are poz or on prep. I love when guys ask me. How did I get pozzed? Easy. Taking anonymous raw cock since I was 16. Who pozzed me? No fucking clue. Have I pozzed anyone? I’m sure I must’ve over the years. But my wife is the only one I know for sure.

"You are amazing slut who just loves to parade around this park with your manpussy full of strangers cum!"

I must say that to me it was completely different. Late 70s, early 80s no blinked seeing an adult with a child. At 16, 17 I was being used in public theaters in NYC by guys in their 40s to 60s. The fact that I was routinely allowed entry in these places at 16 says it all. I remember one day having a line of about 20 men one after the other just plowing me and it was perfectly normal. No one questioned my age but they all could see.

I'm 68,been sucking cock since I'm 18. I just started fucking bare. Took a load about 6 months ago . All I think about is having my ass fucked bare. I met a guy on bbrt , he is on prep. Hi cock is huge. Beer can huge. He fucked me 3 times in 2 weeks..he never asked about cumming on my ass just did. I love sucking cock, but now I need to fuck . He is going to line up a few guys. He said he wants to make me into the cum dump that I am . The feeling of his cum, leaking out of me is so hot. I am married, retired and we play during the day. I go home with cum dripping out my ass. 2 more days until we meet up again.

Yeah, I wish there was more sex in public spaces here in NYC. Not sure if it's just all the competition from the new PrEPsters for loads, or if it's me getting older (and tops want younger bottoms), but it seems I don't do as well on either hookup websites or apps as I once did (not that I ever did that much on apps). I'll send messages to guy who show as "online" and they don't read them for hours. Or I'll unlock for a bunch of guys and fewer of them get back to me. Maybe that's the sites exaggerating who's actually online, but the end result is not much dick. So yeah, I also just go straight to sex parties, bathhouses, etc. But that isn't an ideal solution much of the time. Wish there were reliable places near me where I could go out and get fucked 24/7.