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Been a long time cuming, but here's part 2. As the big guys orgasm subsided he lay his full weight on me. He began kissing me and I felt his cock slip for my hole and being replaced by a couple of fingers. My hole had been stretched to its limit by his thick cock my sphincter had given up trying to close up again. His fingers probed my hole roughly for a few moments, then he removed them and brought them to my mouth. I greedily took them in and tasted his seed and my arse juice. They tasted of pure man sex. I lapped at his fingers until I had cleaned them thoroughly. He then rolled onto his side. "Clean my cock" was all he said. I eagerly moved down and took him in my mouth. I took the cock that I hoped had pozzed me into my mouth and cleaned every mm of it. It was flaccid now, but still large. The taste was even better than his fingers. His sperm, my arse and testosterone. I cradled his large balls that had made the seed now inside me. After a few minutes he stood. "I hope it takes, your the first guy I've tried to impregnate after coming off my meds" He said. I watched as he walked away towards the door to the apartment. I remember thinking 'That is one hunk of man and he chose me receive his seed. I looked around the bedroom and saw a another couple fucking. One guy on his knees and the other banging him from behind, but I noticed they were both wearing red wristbands, so both poz. I watched them fucking while I took a few minutes rest and slid my finger into my hole which remained dilated. Deep in my hole there was a huge pool of fluid. I withdrew my fingers and saw that they were covered in thick lumpy sperm tinged with pink. I eagerly sucked at fingers and noticed the top who was fucking look over and smile. I was just about to get off the bed when the tall skinny guy I'd seen earlier come into the room. He looked even thinner than when I'd originally seen him. He looked at two guys fucking and they obviously knew him as they nodded to him and he in turn pointed at them with two fingers and and closed his thumb, like a kid does when using his hand as a gun. He saw me moved toward the bed. "Saw you being fucked by that big dude, guess your already pregnant by now. Want an HVL load in you? "Fuck, yes please" I said. He got on the bed and and I felt his body for the first time. I could feel that his ribs were covered with a thin layer of flesh. I ran hands down his torso to his pelvis and his hips. He no meat on his bones what so ever. His eyes were slightly yellow and clouded, as if they had a mist over them and appeared sunken into his skull. His face was very gaunt and his cheek bones prominent and sharp. All this made his large cock and balls appear even larger than they were. His was very thick and at least 9 or 10" fully erect. Together with his large balls they looked out of proportion with the rest of his body. "I need to plant my seed in you. You want it? I reached down and took his cock in my hand and pulled him towards me. His girth so large my hand wouldn't fit fully around it. "Yes please, I would be honoured to be bred by you" I said. "Well just in case the big guys seed didn't fertilise you, I'll make sure your pregnant " I was really turned on by this guy. His body and his words. I greedily took his huge cock in my mouth.and began sucking him. "I fucked another guy, but didn't cum so I have a big load of poz cum to get rid of" He said. I could tast the other guys arse on his cock. It made me feel even dirtier and hornier, which I didn't think was possible. I wanted this wasted, sick guy to fuck me senseless. He produced a bottle of poppers and removed the cap. He took a couple of snorts then handed them to me. I did the same and kept the bottle. He flipped me onto my front and mounted me. The poppers made me desperate to have him inside me. He entered me in one swift movement. Straight in and up to the hilt. I felt completely submissive as began to fuck me in earnest, pounding away at my already abused hole. After a few minutes he turned me over and fucked me from the front, my legs on his shoulders. He thrust hard. Harder than I thought someone with his physical condition would be capable of. My hands were around his wasted body. I could feel his ribs and his pelvis as he bucked. His cock deeper in me than anyone had been before. Sweat leaked from every pore in him and dripped onto me. He pounded me for a full 15 to 20 minutes before I saw in his face that he was about to shoot his toxic load into my receptive body. One more thrust deep inside me and I felt him cum. I swear his sperm was hot. I could feel it burning deep within my guts as it coated the insides of my body. He thrust again and even more of his seed was forced into me. I could feel my body trying to absorb it all but there was so much it was already saturated. His last thrust emptied him and his body shook in a kind of spasm before he collapsed, completely spent of energy and seed. I had never been fucked like this before or filled with burning hot man juice or in such a large quantity. I felt him almost collapse on me from his exertion and as his, non existent, stomach made only the slightest contact with my cock, which had been fully erect throughout the fucking, I shot a huge load between our bodies. He kissed me and our tongues entwined. My own cum felt great between our bodies moved together in the slow sexual gratification at the end of our coupling.

I found the address easily enough then sat in my car feeling horrendously nervous, so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home a few times but, I knew deep down this was what I wanted, needed and that it was my destiny. The instructions were simple. 'The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread 'The gift' I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no-one is taking prep or any other oral precaution. Furthermore, it goes without saying that condoms are strictly prohibited. Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the apartment door it will be unlocked. Enter and make sure it's closed behind you. Remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If your a poz top breeder take a red wrist band. If your neg for breeding take a green wrist band. Then enter through the inner door. Lastly, I hope you all have a very productive and enjoyable experience. I will be attending but incognito' So, I stood naked inside the front door wearing my green wrist band. I was still nervous but more excited than apprehensive now. My cock was dripping precum but still flaccid due to my nervousness and my hole felt sensitive and ready for what I expected to be subjected to. I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. There was very little light inside the apartment but, I noticed my green wrist band was still just about visible. The windows must have been covered with something to block, as far as possible, the lights of the city. I could see people, or at least the shapes of people. I would say there were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of guys on their knees sucking cock and a two guys on the floor. One kneeling and another behind with a red wrist band rimming his hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood and the other guy turned him around and began fingering his arse. It was then a tall man, well over 6ft approached me. He was wearing a green band and, now that my eyes were adjusting to the light, I could see disappointment in his eyes as he swa the band I was wearing. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. As we kissed the door from which I'd just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh. His cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing red. The guy I was with immediately lost interest in me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps between us. He looked at us and smilled "Ah, fresh meat" My companion reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomers hard pulsating member. At that exact moment I felt a hand cup my left arse cheek. I turned and saw an older black man. Probably in his late 50s with a grey goatee and shaven head. He was fairly well built too, a type I'd always found attractive. I turned and he took my left hand, showing green, in his right hand which had a red plastic band around its wrist. He pulled me close to him and I could feel his cock, hard, between us. "You come for some seed boy. Want to fornicate with a big fertile black man who will fertilise you, impregnate you. Is that what you want" My knees went week and blood rushed from my head to my hole and my cock. I actually felt faint and thought for a second I was unable.to stand. Luckily he was holding me tight. All I could do was nod and mumble "Yes" He kept hold of my hand and lead me to a small bedroom off to the side of the main room. There was a guy fucking another over the end of the bed. The guy being fucked was snivelling asking the top to stop as it was too painful. My guy pushed me down on my knees and offered his cock to my mouth which I greedily took inside. He was big, maybe 9 or 10 inches and thick. He tasted great. "I fucked another guy just now but didn't cum. You can taste his arse on my cock" It was a statement rather than a question. Whatever, I lived the taste and the smell. I looked up at his body and into his eyes. I thought, I want this guy to be the one who breeds me positive and to carry his seed. I cradled his his heavy balls as I sucked his member. By the weight they must be full of his poz sperm. As if he could read my thoughts he said "I haven't cum for five days so I have a big load and I'm going to fill your guts with it. Going to make you pregnant" With that he lifted me under my arms and pushed me back on the bed just as the guy on the end of the bed orgasmed into the other guys arse who was saying "oh god oh god you've really done it, oh god" My partner lifted my legs onto his shoulders and I could immediately feel the tip of his poz cock at the entrance to my neg hole. My hole seemed to realise what was about to happen and opened slightly to let him enter. Without any lubricant he pushed himself into me, past my sphincter and into my guts. It was painful. My body wasn't used to anyone with his girth. I feel his stretching my hole deep inside. I could envisage his cock tearing at the soft flesh, creating small fissures that would increase the liklihood of a successful insemination. He began to fuck faster now. He smelt wonderful. Testosterone sweat dripped off his head and body onto mine. Occasionally he would find my mouth with his and explore mine with his tongue. Suddenly he stopped and breathlessly to me to turn over. I did as I was told. Then as he pushed his cock hard inside me he grabbed both my wrists a pushed my arms up behind my back. "No escape now, daddies going to knock you up" His thrusts became even more intense. This was what I'd wanted, dreamed of fantasised about for years and it was finally happening. I was completely surrendering my body, my life to this man and his seed. He fucked me for at least another ten minutes, hard and fast. His cock like a giant piston at full RPM. Suddenly he said "I'm going to cum in you now, you ready for my load" "Yes please poz me, fuck me up, infect me" At that moment with one final thrust he ejaculated deep inside me. Rope after rope of his thick fertile poz seed was pumped into me. I can still remember exactly how it felt, that moment that changed my life.

I was out on my morning jog and got the attention of this cute young skinny shirtless blonde guy. We got to chatting and wound up jerking each other’s dick. He loved that I was uncut and as we got close to cumming admitted he wanted me to fuck him. He took me raw with just spit and was moaning and begging for me to cum inside him. I told him he could fuck me too but he wound up blowing his load before I could cum. That’s his load in the picture…blew mine inside him. We swapped numbers and I’m hoping we hook up soon as I loved breeding him.

Yeah, wearing a jock is definitely an open invitation to get fucked and it always works. Last week I was at the Vault. I went into one of the playrooms wearing my regulation white jockstrap - I hate those “fashion” wannabe jockstraps. I proudly bared my arse and was being groped and fingered and it only took minutes before I felt a hand on my back bending me over a barrel and a hard cock on my hole. Seconds later the first man was balls deep inside me. I got what I wanted

They say God makes no mistakes, and that everything is part of His plan. If anyone doubted that statement, they would have to look no further than Lucas Maxwell as proof. Lucas, or Buck to his friends, had a body that was obviously made by God. If not God himself then someone God-adjacent for rarely does one find such perfection in the male form as they did with Buck. At 18 he stood 6’3” in bare feet, 189 with 5.3% body fat, lean, smooth, cut muscle that was covered with unblemished skin tanned by hours and hours of swimming under a Kansas sun. Though born to a farmer, Buck had taken to water as if he were part fish at a young age. His strong form and endless energy had slowly transformed the boy from a large, midwestern bull to a lean, dangerous creature in the water. He had joined the high school water polo team as a freshman and was made varsity that same year. Since then, he has broken record after record with points scored, passes made and sprints won across the state. His blond hair, blue-eyed face adorned banners in the crowd as people cheered the Bishop Carroll Catholic Eagles on to win after win his senior year, his name being yelled loudest by the female fans. He was a looker alright and everyone, but Buck seemed to know it. Buck’s parents were devoutly religious folks and had raised the boy to not care about things carnal and to devote his life to being the best person he could be. Sure, he liked girls, even had a steady one. He wore her promise ring and had made out with her night after night in the back of his pickup truck looking up at the moon. They had talked about getting married and finally being able to have sex, he was hoping for a scholarship to Pepperdine or Gannon, both great faith-based colleges and she could move closer and be his wife. God willing of course. As God would have it though, Buck was destined for much more than he expected when UCLA came calling and offered him a free ride to one the best water polo programs in the world. The offer was far beyond what he and his parents had expected, and they had little choice but to accept. They thanked God and the church had a huge sending-off party for him. His girl would have to wait for him, there was simply no way for her to afford California and he was going to be pretty busy with the team. He felt dizzy when he walked off the plane at LAX, the sheer amount of people rushing by the concourse was more than he had seen in one place ever! He found a guy with a cardboard sign that said his name standing there looking around. “Hey!” he said walking over, “I reckon that’s me.” The guy looked Buck’s age, maybe a little younger, he was skinny but in a toned way, like you could tell there were some muscles under the baggy clothes. His hair was wild, darkish blond with streaks of gold in it…he looked like a surfer guy dressing up in normal clothes. He looked up and down at Lucas, taking the whole sight in, “You’re Lucas Maxwell?” he asked awe in his voice. “One and only, my friends call me Buck.” He held out a paw of a hand the surfer took it, “Matty, I’m one of the equipment managers for the team. They had me come and make sure you didn’t get lost…you play Wopo?” Buck nodded and smiled, “I hope so or they’re gonna ship me back.” Matty chuckled, “Ok then,” he looked him up and down again, “Wow…alright, let’s go find your stuff.” Buck followed behind him, eager to start his new life. BUCK Los Angels is a big ass place! I mean I know that makes me sound like some kind of yokel but shucks, there are too many darned people here. If this Matty guy wasn’t here I would have most likely wandered off and fell into a well or something. I mean everyone walked so fast, they talked like they were in an auction, and once we got into his car things went nuts! The freeway was just a bunch of loops and he drove like he was on fire! Everyone was just zooming by, and I held on to my John Deere cap for all I had, pretty sure I was about to meet my maker sooner than later. Matty thought it was funny the way I held on to the handle as we screamed through yellow lights, I really thought I was gonna piss my undies there for a moment. We screeched to a halt in front of the swim center, my stomach doing backflips as we came to a stop. “And here,” he said with a huge smile. I glanced over at him, eyes wide, “Were we being chased?” He laughed and got out, “Come on, let’s meet the team.” The place was huge, the pool itself was amazing, there were a dozen guys, all in perfect shape walking around the place, diving, swimming, just being. They were all in Speedos, something we didn’t wear back home. “Um, are those mandatory?” I asked Matty as we walked by. “What?” he looked, trying to see what I was talking about. I glanced at one of the Speedos and he laughed, “You mean the banana hammock? Yeah, don’t stress the team provides them.” That’s not what I was worried about. I was introduced to the coach; he wasn’t as old as my dad and looked like he was a world-class swimmer as well. He explained the program to me, but I wasn’t paying all that much attention, all I could see was the fact that he was wearing a Speedo as he talked, I felt myself get more and more concerned. “Anyways, I’m sure you’re beat. Matty, we put him in the freshman dorm, you wanna get him settled?” Matty nodded, “We have a whole dorm to ourselves, we have a room for freshmen, you’re the only one so you got it solo for the semester!” “On nice,” I said, dreading the eventual conversation that was coming. It was a nice room, for one person it was roomy, with plenty of space. I put my stuff down and looked around, this would do just fine I reckoned. “So, what do you do for fun?” Matty asked as I started to put my clothes away, “Tip cows? Chew tobacco? Chase sheep?” “You forgot marrying my sister and moonshine,” I joked. He nodded, “My bad, I was going for the classics.” “Me and my friends we hung out at the DQ, go shooting, the county fair was always fun…you know normal stuff.” He laughed, “Nothing you just said sounds normal…but it’s all good. We’ll teach you how to party West Coast style.” I raised an eyebrow, “And what does that include?” He started counting off on his fingers, “Drinking, sex, surfing, you know the holy trinity.” I must have made a face cause he backtracked, “Oh sorry, you’re a religious guy?” I nodded and showed him my crucifix, “Born again.” He nodded, “Cool, cool. I worship at the feet of Huey, God of surfing and no other. So, respect.” I wanted to point out there was only one God, but I think he was joking, and I just met the guy, so I shut up and kept unpacking. This was gonna take some getting used to. The next two days were nuts, getting my classes then learning my schedule, it was three days before I showed up for my first practice. And was instantly overwhelmed. One, there were triple the guys that were on my old team, so the locker room was packed. Second, they were all in such good shape! I mean I was fit but man, these guys looked like supermodels. And third, there was a pecking order, and I was on the bottom. A guy with reddish brown hair and a body that looked like it was designed by engineers to live underwater, came walking at me wearing only a Bruins blue Speedo on. He had a cocky grin that would have looked like a douchebag on anyone else, but I had to admit, he was a handsome guy, he must have a pretty steady girlfriend. “Heyseed,” he said raising a hand, “Get over here.” I was still in jeans and a T-shirt; I hadn’t been given a locker yet. “My name is Lucas,” I said putting my hand out. He just smiled, “Nope, Hayseed. I’m Dane and this is my team. You any good?” “Um…yeah?” He laughed, “Um yeah…ok. Not the confidence I was looking for, but we’ll see. Matty, what’s his locker?” Matty came jogging over, “72, that one boss.” “Go change out and let’s see what we’re working with,” he said looking me up and down, “Hopefully more than those jeans are showing.” He walked out before I could respond. “Don’t mind him, he’s paid to be a professional asshole. He’ll come around.” He showed me to my locker and there was everything laid out…and my Speedo. “So,” I said picking them up, “I have to wear these?” Matty nodded, “It’s uniform, why?” he looked down at my crotch, “You ashamed of something?” I felt my face redden as my hands covered my front automatically, “No, it’s just…we didn’t use these back home.” “Well, you’re not in Kansas anymore Toto, let me know if you need anything,” he said walking away, leaving me with a strip of cloth that was just going to be my own personal hell. I walked out into the pool area and was met with stunned looks and then an explosion of howls. “HOLY SHIT!” one of the guys screamed, “That kid is smuggling a snake!” “Whoa watch out!” one of them called out as they ducked, “You’re gonna take an eye out!” I really had thought I was over this stuff. You see, my folks liked to say I was born half fish by the way I swim, but my pals back home insisted I was half horse because of…my…well you know, my thing. It was big, I can’t deny it. It’s always been a thing but over the last year, it got bigger, a lot bigger, so much so that I took to wearing trunks when I swam to not…well to not be obscene. But here I was in a Speedo that was barely holding together and a dozen guys staring and pointing. “Well now,” Dane said walking over to me, his eyes locked on my junk, “That’s something huh?” I nodded, not sure what to say. “Ok then,” he said reaching out and grabbing it, “Pleasure to meet you, Hayseed.” I gasped as I jumped back, no one had ever touched me there before…I felt it twitch slightly as I covered myself. He laughed, “So you look fit, how do you swim?” “I can swim,” I said, sounding like a little kid. “Ok then, prove it.” And I did. I spent the next two hours showing them what I had, we did laps, scrimmaged, and finally ended up in a sprint between Dane and me. He won but not by much, I could tell by the end he was impressed enough. “Not bad Hayseed, I didn’t know they had real pools in Hicksville. You’re gonna need some work on your left side and your passing needs help but you got it. Get with Matty to take care of that ok?” He looked down and I wondered what he was talking about. “Just go show Matty, he’ll know what to do.” He walked away, ending the conversation, leaving me to wonder what the hell I had to do now, I walked in and found Matty by the coach’s office talking to one of the guys, he saw me and his eyes got wide. “Holy shit!” he said looking at my bulge, “What the fuck do they feed you in Kansas?” As always, I felt my face grow red as my hands moved in front of it, “Dane said you’d know what I need.” He was still just staring and nodding, “Yeah, I know what you need.” He didn’t elaborate so I asked, “What’s that?” His eyes met mine, “Yeah you need to shave, all of that has to go.” He was talking about the hair that used to be covered by my trunks that were exposed by the Speedo now. I shaved my legs to help with flow, but I had never gone to my pubes before. “Ok, I got 'em.” He shook his head, “Nope, we have a way here,” he said, moving towards me, “And first shave is a tradition.” “I can shave my…” I stopped as he grabbed my bugle and declared, “New meat coming though! New meat coming through!” He began to pull me through the locker room by my bulge, I was so shocked I walked a few steps before pulling back. “Don’t!” I snapped. He looked back confused but it was Dane who was in my face. “Problem rook?” “I don’t like guys touching my junk,” I said, not sure why he was involved. “Oh?” He asked, grabbing it himself, “Is that so?” “Stop,” I said and began to pull back, but he squeezed. “This is a team thing,” he said softly, “You too good for the team? Everyone else had it done…why not you?” My thing was getting hard…I never touched it unless I had to pee. Ma had said masturbating was self-harm so I left it alone…his hand was making it wake up something fast. I shook my head. “So then let Matty do what he is going to do and stop being such a bitch, got it?” I nodded. “Great,” he gave it one last squeeze and stepped back, “All yours Matty.” Matty walked up and grabbed my now hard penis through my speedos, “New meat coming through! New meat coming through!” I followed him miserably, my face feeling like it was going to burst into flames I was so embarrassed. We got to the shower area and there was a bench and some shaving equipment set up. “I’ll make this as painless as possible ok?” he said kindly and I nodded. “Ok. So, drop em and stand under a shower for a minute or so and then come back and sit down.” Taking a deep breath, I slid them off, the sound of my thing slapping against my abs sounded way too loud in my ears. I heard him gasp as I walked over to a shower, my pride and joy bobbing the whole way. “You remind me of my friend Archie,” he said as I rinsed off, “He had the same problem as you. Just too big.” “Really?’ I asked, rinsing my hair, “What did he do about it?” “Had a lot of sex.” That made me smile, “I wish,” I held up my promise ring, “I already got a gal.” “Engaged?” he asked. “Promise ring, it’s more important.” “Promise? Promise to what?” I turned the water off, “Promise to wait for each other, not to…you know…until we’re married.” His mouth dropped, “Hold up, you look like that, and have that…and you’re a virgin?” I nodded as I sat down on the bench, “Yeah, nothing wrong with that.” He looked me up and down, “Dude there is so much wrong with that. Ok, lay back on the bench, keep your legs spread, and don’t fight me.” I laid back, my heart pounding like a bass drum. I felt his hands touch between my thighs and I jumped. “Whoa there boy…” he said softly, “Relax…it’s ok…” I took a deep breath as he spread lather on my upper thighs, the feel of someone touching me there was all new and I felt my thing throb in response. “Oh…” I moaned, “This is wrong…” “Shh…” he said as he kept rubbing the lather on, “Just close your eyes…it’s ok…” I did as he said and the world went black as he stopped and I felt something hard touch my skin, “Don’t move,” he warned, and I felt him begin to shave me. The razor was cold as it slid up the inside of my thigh, but it felt good…not ticklish but…exciting. I felt gooseflesh form on my legs as he moved up beneath my balls and then stopped and went back down. “Ah…” I whimpered, feeling him nudge my nutsack. “See? Simple enough…” he said sliding up again, making my whole body shake. Oh my god…this had to be a sin! It felt so good… “Yeah, see? Doesn’t feel bad, does it?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Yeah, just lay there…it’ll be ok.” He moved to the other leg and I felt myself spread it out wider, getting into the feeling. “There you go, good boy…you got this.” The razor moved up and down and my abs were covered with…with stuff as my penis leaked like it never had before. He touched my ballsac and I gasped as he moved it aside, “Stay still…” he warned. He had a ball in his hand, oh my god…he was moving it aside so he could shave next to it but jeez… “Ok other side,” he said, grabbing the other one and a small moan slipped out of my mouth all by itself. “Yeah it’s ok bud…you got it…” He moved my balls around, making sure he got every inch of skin he could, and then patted my thighs, “Ok, turn over all fours.” I looked up at him, my thing just sticking straight up, “What?” “Need to get your ass, trust me, you’ll love it when I’m done.” I slowly got up, “I don’t need my ass done…” He nodded, “Come on man, it’s tradition.” Sighing I turned over, and got on all fours, straddling the bench. “Yeah, you’re a swimmer alright,” he said, his hands moving over my cheeks, “You got those perfect mounds of muscle that only swimming can make.” I shivered as he moved over my ass, “T-thanks…” I felt the razor move over my buns and I tried to will my thing to go down, but it was no use. In this position the head was rubbing against my eight-pack and…oh gosh it felt good…so good… I jumped when he spread my cheeks and began to shave down the middle, he was quick, and his movements were sure, but no one had ever touched me like this…my whole body was reacting, and oh…oh…it felt too good! This was a sin, I just knew it! He rinsed my crack and moved a hand between it, “Ok…hmmm…” “W-what?” I asked, afraid to look back. “Shit…hold on…I think some fell in.” “What?” “Shhh…” he snapped, and I closed my mouth, “Some of the hair fell in, if we don’t get it out now it will drive you nuts.” “Get it out?” “Face forward, mouth shut.” I did as he said, trying not to panic. “Ok…relax…don’t freak…” His finger poked at my hole, and I freaked. “NOOO!” I cried, trying to stand up but his hand pushed in my lower back and stopped me. “Chill, BUCK! Chill. Now.” I stopped struggling but my breathing was coming like I had been running a marathon. “Look bud, trust me, if it dries in there you are going to be miserable. Just chill the fuck out and let me get it now…or you will be crying all night. You trust me?” I nodded. “Then get back down and relax.” I slowly laid back down on all fours, closing my eyes. “Ok, deep breath,” he said, his finger touching my hole. I forced myself not to jump as I felt his fingertip push into me. He began to wiggle it around and my thing began to harden again, the tip smearing more stuff against my abs. “Fuck you’re tight…” he said as he forced more into me, “Little more…just a little…” Oh god! Oh god, he was in me…I could feel him start to fill me up…why was my thing so hard…oh no…. “Yeah almost,” he said, standing up behind me, “You need to relax man or I’m never gonna get it…” “I’m trying,” I whimpered, feeling my body tingle from the new sensations. “Ok, let’s try this…” His hand moved around my dick and my eyes flew open, “What?” “Shh…it’s ok…it’s ok…” he said as he slowly stroked me, “You need to relax…” Shit! His hand…I tried to pull away but all I did was force more of his finger into me, I pushed off and now I was just moving my dick in his hand! “Yeah see…you got it…” he said as I tried to find a way out of this but just continued to use his hand to jerk me off, this was wrong! “We-we can’t do this…” I panted. “Shhh, it's ok big guy, we’re just looking for a hair…nothing wrong…” “Ohhh…” I groaned as his first knuckle entered me, “Matty…” “I gotcha…I gotcha…” he said, sliding his finger slightly then pushing it back in. “OH!” I gasped as he began to slowly side it in and out of me…my leaking dick in his hand loving every second, “No…no…no…” I chanted as I felt him start to slowly side his hand over my length. “Yeah, come on big guy…we’re almost there…” he said, sliding his finger out and then replacing it with two! “OH GOD!” I cried out as my head went down to the bench, his hand speeding up on my cock. I was pushing back onto him now as I felt my weeping dick leak everywhere. I was rutting back like a pig in heat and there was nothing I could do to stop it! “Yeah, come on Buck…come on…you can do it…” I don’t know what he was talking about, but I was sliding back and forth now, shoving his two fingers into my virgin ass as his hand stroked my massive cock the whole time. Squeaks and whimpers were all I could make as I felt my swollen balls begin to tingle. “Oh lord…close…oh fuck…” I intoned. “Yeah, we almost there? We almost got it?” “So close…so close…” I panted… “Come on Buck…one…last…” He shoved his fingers all the way in, and my cock exploded. My mouth was open in a silent scream as I unloaded all over my abs. Cum dripped down on the bench as my ass spasmed around his fingers, fireworks went off in my head as I rammed his fingers deeper and deeper into me as I came. My whole brain was on fire as my cock wouldn’t stop cumming. After a minute of this, I felt my dick start to slow and he slipped his fingers out, making me gasp as they left. “And got it…” he said, slapping my ass, “See? Not so bad.” I still had my eyes closed, hunched over the bench as cum dripped from my eight-pack onto the wood below. All I could do was nod. “Ok, rinse up and you’re good,” he said collecting all the stuff, “Oh and don’t worry,” he said getting close to my ear, “Next time we can do it back in your room, so it isn’t out in the open.” I nodded and he walked away, whistling a happy tune. I slowly got up and looked at the mess on my abs and chest and walked over to the shower…feeling as guilty as all heck. As I turned on the water I began to rinse off and began to pray for forgiveness… Wait? Did he say next time? Fuck.

Today is Breeding Zone’s 15th birthday! I just want to thank all of you for keeping it going with your posts 👍

You may or may not agree with me that a gangbang consists of a minimum of 5 tops. I was hot fuckable cock hungry 16 year old twink and my hot and hairy dom top 24 year old bf arranged a gangbang with 5 men that i didn't know as he watched. I was blindfolded face down ass up with my hands tied behind my back as 2 men arrived. I could hear their deep voices talking dirty about my hole. They spread apart my asscheeks taking turns eating my hole. A few minutes later my hands were untied and I was on all fours getting fucked ass to mouth by 5 men until they bred a load each in my hole. They wanted me on the couch holding my legs back and wide apart when my bf removed the blindfold face to face with the hot men that fucked me. A distinguished man with grey in his 50s, two guys with shaved heads , beards and hairy all over in their 40s, a ginger haired man in his late 30s and a black guy in his early 30s. I stayed in that position as we chatted about what just happened and hot it was while they all took turns licking my cummy hole and cum kissing me . I circled my swollen puffy asslips as they were stroking their semi erect cocks till they were hard again. My bf stood behind me and held me legs further back when the black guy said ready for round 2. Fuck Yeah. He shoved his 9" cock in balls deep with one quick thrust and pounded my hole a few times before he pulled out for the next cock till they all took turns for several rounds. My bf asked the ginger man to sit on the couch. My bf picked me up and sat me down onto his 10" ginger cock. My hole felt full again when the only 3 of them took turns double fucking me . Unlike the previous loads that were fucked in deep their loads were spluttering out of my noisy hole onto their cum covered cocks that made my hole feel sloppier. The 2 hairy men with beards both have cocks girthier than my wrists. I sat on one and relaxed my hole while the other one slowly guided his in from behind picking up pace, fucking me hard and both shot there loads inside me at the same time . The ginger and black guy were stroking their hard cocks and without prompting I was face down ass up with pulling my sphincter apart as they wanked a load each into my gaping hole.

Our neighborhood dealer has a place and on Friday nights he hosts a gangbang. He runs to door letting guys in. He’ll tell you how many guys are in the house and ages. You leave your clothes in the front room by the door and there’s a few mattresses here and there and you just go to town. First time there I was 16 and there eight guys already there, most in their teens and 20s. I was nervous at first but let a guy fuck me and bust inside me and pretty soon there were guys watching and then having their turn. Got bred by six guys in pretty quick succession then had to take a breather and fuck one of them. More guys came in and four more fucked me before my hole got too sore to take more.

I had been keeping track of how many guys I’d been with and their names (if I knew them) but when I was 16 I started doing a lot more anonymous hookups and just lost count. At that point I’d been with 120 or so guys, maybe 20 or so we’re pretty regular and I’d been with them multiple times. I stopped keeping track one night when I was hanging out at a place where guys hang out looking and realized I couldn’t remember how many guys fucked me and how many loads I’d taken. Didn’t help I was drunk and high.

I was one of multiple (3-4) tops with one twink bottom, whom I was really attracted to. I was in my 20's and the other tops were probably 50+ So I came several times in both holes over (for me) the course of an hour or so. They kept going after I left. I've always had to stop immediately after I cum but my refractory period was short back then so when I got hard again, the older guys gave way to let me have another go. They were trying to last, probably knowing they wouldn't be going multiple rounds. As someone in that age range now, I can now understand that perspective!

Exactly this - I edited it a bit 🤣 One of the things I cannot stand in a public fuck setting - especially if I am wearing a jock - when I'm being fucked by some guy, and a third guy brings his hand around to grab my cock. I will literally grab his hand and throw it away. Like FFS don't disturb my flow - I am putting all my focus on serving the top here! If the top who's fucking me grabs my cock that's fine: my whole body belongs to him to play with, but other guys? Don't fuck up my fuck focus! 🤣

We have all like done this in some form or other. I was at a bathhouse and had a great time, especially, with a really handsome beary guy. He was such a powerful top and a phenomenal kisser. The next day, I had brunch with my friends, a straight couple, and they brought along the wife’s brother who was visiting from across the country. Lo and behold, my sexy bear! We, of course, pretended not to know one another. I offered to show him around the city for the weekend—but he spent most of it in my bed.

I looked through a lot of posts of horny looking guys who are looking for a regular fuck toy and each ad had been hotter then the next and each one kept me hard while reading them. I stopped on one of them because it shocked me with the difference to all of the others. The title of the ad said, Looking for someone to turn from neg to poz to help me spread my virus to as many as possible. I kept on reading and the more I read the more I decided that I wanted to be this guys sex toy and virus spreader. I messaged this guy and told him I am ready for whatever he wanted to do with me and I was ready to pass along his virus to as many people as I could. I sent the sexiest pics I had to him of me in many positions exposing my hole and whatever I thought this man would like to see of me. I waited and waited for his response and I was so horny from all of the reading I went and grabbed the biggest dildo I could and played with my hole imagining it was the man's poz cock priming my whole for his poz load. I moaned each time the dildo bottomed out in me and I could feel it rub up against my prostate making me squeal with pleasure. I started to jack myself off in unison with my dildo fucking and as I was about to cum I heard my computer alert for my email go off and I came just as it did. I shot so hard and such a large load I was drenched in hopefully soon my last neg load that I would have left. I scoped it all up and swallowed it and then went to my computer in hopes that it was this guy ready to make me his poz boy. I was excited to see that it was from him and was practically jumping for joy when he said that he liked what he saw and was happy enough to have me as his poz boy. We chatted for a bit and he sent me a few pics of his cock dripping with his precum and then more of his body covered in huge amounts of his own poz cum. I was so turned on with all his pics I was hard again already. He said that he wanted to video chat with me so he could see what his new poz boy looks like in live time. I added him to my friends' list on Skype and started a video chant and laid down in a position that he could see all of my body when he came online. All I heard was a sexy whistle and I knew he was online and liked what he saw. He said he liked how my creamy white skin looked and how my quarter sized nipples looked good enough to bite and pierce. He had me play with my ass so he could see what he would be working with. He said he liked how tight and pink my hole looked and then he asked me if I was a virgin or not and he was pleased when I told him that I was. He gave me a rule that I was not allowed to have sex with anyone no matter how horny I was or what anyone would offer me that he was to be my first one in that hole. I was turned on that he was being very stern and I wanted to have him as my first so I promised that I wouldn't do anything or anyone from now on until I had him in my ass first. we talked more about what we were to do when it was time to poz me and I was told not to even cum again until it was time. I told him that I had cummed before we video chatted and he said that it was ok but it would be the last time until he said so. We set up a time and date that he wanted me to lose my neg cherry. He gave me his address and surprisingly he only lived 5 blocks away from me so I knew being his poz boy was going to be easy and fun. I was told what to wear and that he was going to turn that night not only as my pozzing night but into a huge sex part with other daddies and their newly converted boys. We said our goodbyes and he again reminded me not to touch myself or be touched by anyone or anything else and I knew it was going to be a challenge not to jack off but I wanted him so bad I would deny myself it.

As I'm writing this I still get hard from the memory of the surprising experience , This all started when I Went on vacation to Germany with my Boyfriend and my Brother and his Wife around the beginning of August, the first day in Berlin we must have walked a least 20 miles trying to see a lot of the tourist sites, by the time we got back to the hotel we all were tired and sore, we were told they had a hot tub and a steam room (they called it a "Wellness Center") down in the lower basement, my brother and i decide to get massages while his wife and my boyfriend went upstairs to go to bed, it was about 10 P.m. when we got to the wellness center the Attendant informed us that the massages were over at 9 but we could schedule an appointment for tomorrow. we were very sad that we had to wait till tomorrow to get our massages he then told us that the hot tub would still be open till 11 we said "Cool", he showed us to the locker room where we ask if they had trunks for us, he told us the hot tub was "Nude Only" something about dyes & fabrics not good for their natural springs (Germans seem to get naked every chance they get) i look at my brother and said "I don't care i'm going in!" he said "me Too!" my brother and i are about 10 years apart with different mothers but the same father, so the last time i saw him naked he was 5 years old running around the house, he's about 5 ft 11, with dirty blond hair and green/blue eyes, he showed no shame taking off his shirt , pulling off his levis , standing in front of me in a pair of light-blue striped Tommy Hilfiger boxer shorts, looking at me he said "Here I Go"! dropping is underwear to show an almost totally shaved cut cock, it looked pretty big too, almost seven inches soft (really big low hanging Balls) i just thought to myself "wow, he's handsome all the way around" i quickly dropped my underwear too, trying not to stare to long at my naked younger brother, i put the rest of my clothes in the locker, grabbed a towel and headed to the Hot tub with my brother behind me making comments about ass, "what workout do you do to get that so round?", and as a joke or maybe serious question "Does your boyfriend pound that or eat that!"and slapping my ass with his hands just joking like guys do. We got to the Tub and got in it was heaven! we just let the bubbles do their magic, after about 30 or 40 min. the attendant came in and asked if we needed anything we said "no" he said "very good, you should know we usually close up about 11 but since you're the only ones here, you can stay as long as you like, just make sure you turn the lights off" we said "Thank you, that's really cool of you" he said "good night" and left, we sat in the hot tub about another 15 min, then it shut off, we couldn't figure out how to work the timer to turn it back on (all in German) so we went into the Sauna which had three seating levels , i sat on the first level my brother sat on the top with his head up in the steam I couldn't see his head it was so thick , he said it was just the right amount of steam and heat, we sat there in the calm and quiet for a while after about 15 min. the door opened and another hotel guest came in, he said "hello" to me in broken english , he was german , he sat on the 2nd level, but kind of close to me, just over my right shoulder, the steam was thick enough to cover his face but i could see his hairy and very long Uncut cock and balls, he kept rubbing his balls that were hanging long and low, he scooted to the edge of bench touching me with his leg, (i knew what this was) i looked over my shoulder again and he was just plan jacking his 8 inch uncut hairy cock, so close to my face i could smell his crotch, i glanced over at brother in the corner to see if he could see us, i was pretty sure he couldn't, but this guys cock was leaking pre-cum on my shoulder, i decided to go for it i put his fat dick in my mouth and began to try and suck it, the angle made it difficult but it felt so good in my mouth, we thought we were quiet but between the guy making quiet moaning noises and me making quiet sucking noises i know my brother figured out what was going on, but by now i didn't care, i got the guy to sit down on the level i was on and i just went face first all the way down his shaft into his dark bush! i started moving my head up and down like a piston, i was so into trying to get his load when i came up for air , i noticed a foot next to me, and the guy i was sucking was sucking too! he was blowing my brother! he was having a really hard time because my brother's hard cock must have been at least 9 inches long with a really fat head, i was laying stomach down on the bench with my face still sucking this nice german cock, but the the guy got up went around to my ass and started eating it like there was no tomorrow! this drives me wild, he flips me over on my back and keeps eating my ass my eyes are closed and I'm lost in the moment, i'm really moaning at this point, then whack something slaps me hard in the face wanting me to open my mouth I do and mow i'm being choked by one of the biggest cocks i've ever had! My brother started fucking my throat! i can't breathe because the head of his cock is quite massive, he trys working his cockhead by pumping my mouth like it was a tight pussy, his balls hitting my forehead! i can taste his pre-cum leaking in my mouth, then i feel a sharp pain the german stopped eating my ass now he was fucking my ass! holy fuck! he's really opening me up! He's using his spit for lube! it hurts but it feels good too , my dick gets hard, and my ass starts to losen up he's fucking my hole pretty easy now, i can feel that he's going all the way in now he's banging into me really hard, my brother stopped fucking my mouth just long enough for the german to start shooting his load in my ass! he pulls out and comes over to my mouth and puts the rest of his load down my throat, as I'm sucking on his cock i can feel his dick start to go soft, then holy fuck! Pain! My brother plunged his 9 inch cock balls deep into my ass, using the germans cum for lube he rapes my hole! he fucks me so deep and fast, my ass hole stays open in between his thrust ! my cock gets evan harder, all i can hear is the sound of his huge balls slapping into me! all of a sudden i can feel his cock get bigger and start to pulse and twitch, which make me shoot my load all over my face without hands! his cock goes soft and slides out of the gaping sore hole which is my ass, i'm covered in my own cum, and about a cup of cum pours out of my ass when i stand up, the german guy says thanks (He had no idea me and the "other guy" were related) and takes off , My brother just says "fuck, Mary could never take dick like that!" turns out my brother is a little bit Bi-Sexual and he says he evan got a Blow job from our cousin, he said he loves his wife but got caught up in the moment, all i can say is i hope he wants to get caught up in the moment around thanksgiving! My ass was sore for four days, oh it turns out the other guy in the sauna was married too! man i love Germany!

Done it more than a few times, and have also hooked up with their boyfriends. My closest girlfriend who I’ve known since grade school is totally oblivious, but I’ve hooked up with several of her boyfriends multiple times and she’s never figured it out. Another close male friend has also had several boyfriends and I’ve hooked up with three of them regularly…he still has no clue. I kinda feel guilty about it but never guilty enough to say no. 😈

Never ever doubt yourself. It can be just "not your day" sometimes. I am more of a top and sometimes I am just not motivated while walking around in the darkroom and sometimes I am horny as fuck. High expectations will cause disappointment. Don't change yourself, it will undermine your self esteem ever more.

My hole after getting fucked and fisted

Got a wax. Feeling like a new hole.

Hell yeah, at the first mention of a rubber i move on to the next man/boy. There are plenty of BB bottoms to keep my up to my balls in raw ass.

love those fit and hung much older men in my porno and real life

I'm a biker living in London UK, and I've discovered three major ways of pozzing up unsuspecting negs. Thought I'd share my techniques with you blokes. The first I discovered by accident when I was fucking a guy and the condom broke. I said I was sorry, and I was, but later the memory made me smile. Sometime later when I was doing another guy, and the condom broke when I was putting it on, but I decided to fuck him without his knowledge the condom would not provide any protection. I felt guilty and horny as hell at the same time. Then I started pricking the rubbers in their packets, so that when I started fucking, they'd split, but through experience I learned this technique didn't reliably work, so using embroidering scissors, I would carefully cut open the packets, remove the condoms and snip a bit off the tip. Then I would roll it back up and slide it back into the packet. Then I would look for guys who are into safer sex only. I've done hundreds of guys using this method over the years. The second method is more work, but more fun. I chat up negs on-line who want to bareback with other negs, saying I had tested neg the month before, claiming I only top, and I'm neg. Occasionally when I've met-up with such guys, they ask for documentation showing my status, so I made-up a fake report on my computer, and printed it on letterhead that looks like that of the local STD clinic. In addition, I tell them I will pull-out before shooting. Of course I never do. It's much easier to apologize than to get permission. For that matter, there are ample guys into being fucked by a guy in bike leathers and crash helmet, so I dress the part, at least the first time around. On second and subsequent 'dates' I may get more intimate, smiling, and kissing passionately. I do my best to blow at least five loads in such guys, and even stay in touch with them long enough to see if they convert. I think I've used this technique on about 20 guys over the years. To the best of my knowledge, about 19 of the guys converted. When they tell me they've tested poz I act shocked and say I will get tested immediately. I love chat rooms: the other guy can't see the smile on my face. The third method is the most dangerous and the hottest. A biker mate and I were cruising Hamstead Heath, London's cruising area. We were desperate to breed a neg bottom. We wandered about 'till we saw a cute young Asian guy. He was a bit drunk. I think it was his first time on the heath. We smiled, said hello, and led him to a quiet part of the heath. I started kissing him while my mate pulled down his pants, and pinned him to the ground, and using just spit for lube, raped his ass. I held him down and pushed his face into the mud to stop him screaming. When my mate finished, it was my turn. After we both finished we both pissed on him and told him we were HIV positive. We left him there, sobbing, soaked in piss, with our poz loads in his cunt. I still get a hard on thinking about it.

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Unfortunate, but apropos. We've raised an entire generation of people who cannot accept criticism and are precious little snowflakes who've never heard honesty, brutal as it may seem, in their lives. I'll qualify my perspective: I'm Gen X. We came of age in a recession, were criticized for being slackers when we weren't, and we didn't have helicopter parents (ours made us play outside with other kids, meaning that you generally had to be physical). We'd argue with our mates, say unkind words and insults, then run along and do something else as if nothing happened, so we had a thicker skin. I recall being a manager and hiring my first millennial. He could not accept critiques of his work from a boss, no matter how truthful or constructively phrased, and only wanted to cherry-pick the work he liked. In short, he sucked. And I had to put him on a performance plan before eventually sacking him. I tried the nice approach, and also asked him whether the blunt and meaner approach did more to drive the message. He preferred neither and honestly just wanted to be told how great he was, so for him I could have called him lazy, unprofessional, and lacking any drive -- and I did -- and it didn't matter. I didn't have to work with Gen Z'ers, so cannot comment on that. See my above: For many, you can try either and it'll make no difference because it isn't something they want to hear. In managing people, I've often had to be direct and constructive, and they still didn't want to hear it. Logical arguments? Ha! You can forget those, they're no different in their view, and I've had people resort to just lobbing insults your way (for instance, "You're racist" when race was never at issue) versus being able to politely disagree or concede an argument. So for them, you could put lipstick on it and drown it in perfume, but they'll still interpret your intentions as 'mean'. I can't control how someone else accepts feedback. In my view, one is 'constructive' and one is just 'harsh with little redeeming value besides being candid'. It's not about being 'nice'. I'll relate a quick story: I once interviewed with a Hedge Fund (won't say which) where people were very direct and blunt with criticisms. If someone criticized your work, they had to be specific in examples although it could be painful. If they just said "you suck", you could easily respond with "Well that doesn't give me anything actionable, so until you can make your argument, fuck off." One was constructive, one was insulting without actionable guidance. I'll debate the constructive one if you can cite proper arguments to substantiate your point all day, everyday.

"Looking to get fucked." If they can't figure out from seeing me wearing a jock strap and bare ass leather chaps, totally exposing my ass, then I take it that they're looking for something else.

Ten Well, I had to work sadly, so the answer to the man was that I had to come down a bit and get moving. Sadly, chems don’t pay for themselves, even for a dealer. Before I could depart however, Master Dan came to me with a proposition. He offered to take my slut off my hands for a few months, to train him up a little better and to get him looking a bit more manly. To whit, I think he meant more muscle on him, rather than making him grow in a beard. The two officers thought this was a good idea, and very kindly offered to look in to breed the boy on a regular basis to make sure nothing untoward was happening (which, given they’d both just taken a 200 buck bribe, a fuck ton of tina, cum from a bunch of strangers and supported a dealer to do his work was a bit of a stretch, but I appreciated the gesture). They also had to work however, so agreed to keep it a roving brief, and walked away. I asked the slut. “You heard the offer slut. You’d be free to leave at any point and you are always, always welcome to come and share my bed. You know I love you. But you have the chance here to be more than you currently are. Sober up and let me know in the morning. For now, go with Master Daniel and let him use you until you’re sober” I took my duffel bag and I walked away. I looked back – my slut was on his knees in the street, with two other muscle sluts, wearing nothing but a jock and boots, a collar and his pup hood on, lead in his mouth. I wondered if I’d ever see him again. Nearly a year later. So, my slut stayed away. I haven’t seen him now for a whole year and in that time, I’ve been very tempted to either taken another boy or to train my body like a beast, or just jack it all in. The business side of my life has gone from strength to strength, and I’ve climbed another couple of notches in the dealing underworld. I see Roddie and Shawn from time to time, coming for a brief bribe, a lot of drugs and in the case of Roddie, two arms up his cunt. He really does have the best grunts of any pig I’ve fisted made all the sweeter by the sheer wrongness of fisting a drug fucked cop who’s just taken a bribe whilst he’s flying off his tits on the drugs you just sold him. I think Roddie liked that too. Especially when he ended up pissing in his own face from the fisting that one time, or on those hot nights where we ‘accidentally’ ended up getting Shawn sold into another gangbang for cash and adding our loads when he crawled back in dripping cum out of every hole. But no slut. I see Daniel out and about on the scene (and on porn, of course) but he is non-committal on the topic and just says “he can leave whenever he wants”. Which is annoying of course because it’s true. When all is said and done, I just miss my slut lover. I miss a guy who’s eyes melt my heart, and who’s butt gets me hard as a rock without thinking twice. I was in bed one fateful night about a year after I’d last laid eyes on the boy. It was fairly late, but there was no way on God’s earth that I was going to be sleeping that night. I was frankly very wired as I’d been snorting meth and coke off one of the hookers I was pimping out and I’d taken a V and some other hard cock magic pills earlier in the evening. The hooker was out on the street working, but I was horny, tired and frustrated. I was thinking of cruising the apps, or trying for a park, but then my intercom buzzer sounded. Probably another tweaker wanting to get higher. “What the fuck is it, it’s late, can I help?” “Yes Sir. Please may I come up?” I nearly dropped with shock there and then. The voice. My slut’s voice! It was a little deeper somehow, but it was definitely him. I checked the video – but as ever these crappy intercom videos are impossible to see anything other than ‘yes, a human has pushed the intercom’. I buzzed him in. I have a few minutes to get it together! I hid the drugs – not sure why, really but it’s a force of habit and probably a good one to keep in my line of work – made the bed and made sure I had some more clothes on than the none I was currently wearing. I didn’t have the luxury of co-ordination of an outfit, so I pulled on a t-shirt and slouchies, leaving my feet bare. Also happened that the t-shirt was an older one, so it showed off the gym work I’d been doing to get out my frustration at the boy as it was tighter than tight. Chest has finally hit the magic 50 and my arms I think were 20 at the last count. I heard a knock, and I opened the door. There he stood, fully clothed and looking – fine. No tears, he wasn’t running from anything clearly. I let him in. Under the dim light of my entrance hallway, he looked truly beautiful, even more so than a year ago but that might just be a trick of the light. He stood almost to attention, whilst I took him in with my eyes. Something had changed about him. Gone was the puppyish bounciness, and it seems to have been replaced with a more serious and more solid foundation. “Hello slut” “Hello Daddy” “Nice to see you” “Yes Daddy, it’s nice to see you too” “It’s been a while” “Yes Daddy, it’s been a long while” This was getting me nowhere. I wanted to scream at him, ask him why he’d stayed away, ask him, frankly, what the fuck he wanted tonight. I was too wired, tired and frustrated; and his presence wasn’t making me any less horny. I took the bull by the horns. “Why are you here?” “I wanted to… I miss my Boss” I almost cried. For fuck’s sake man, get it together – you’re the big scary dealer boss man remember? And you’re crying over a piece of slut trash? “Oh my sweet slut, I miss you too. But you didn’t need to stay away!” “I did Daddy, I wanted to surprise you and it’s taken a while to get to the place where I’m ready” OK, that sounded intriguing. Surprise me with what? “OK boy, you know I like surprises. Is this something I need chemical help for, or is this like a box of chocolates?” His voice dropped, becoming deep and sultry. “You’ll need to decide that yourself Daddy. Sit down, and I’ll show you what I’ve brought you” “OK boy, but this better be good” I went to sit on the sofa next to my baggy of coke (forgot that one – good job he’s not one of the cops that I’m not fisting…) and I decided to take a thumb bump to keep me going. I felt the aggression building up in me. “Well, get on with it slut” “Yes Daddy” With that, the slut moved to come to stand in front of me, moving his body underneath the spotlights in my ceiling for the first time. I had noticed he seemed slightly more confident, but there was something else. With this, he thumbed the bottom of his jumper and t-shirt and pulled both over his head, leaving his naked torso for me to see. Fuck me. I was breathless – the slut was always beautiful, but that beauty had been harnessed and manipulated by Master Daniel, clearly an expert in doing this, into a more hardened and wiry physique. He wasn’t as big as one or two (or me!) but he had a decent set of pecs on him now, and arms which were bulging at rest. His baby fat had gone from his stomach and he had a set of washboard abs instead. I stood up and began to try to touch this beautiful adonis in front of me. He gently pushed me back down. “No Daddy, I’m not finished” He kicked off his trainers which he hadn’t bothered with socks for, leaving just a glorious man in jeans. He turned around, and slowly – to tease and excite no doubt – pulled his trousers off his spectacular butt which was framed by a neat red jockstrap. He stepped out of them and I actually heard myself beginning to growl with lust. So did my slut. He chuckles, a deep throaty sound. “Bad Daddy – wait” I almost leapt up and knocked him to the floor for that, but he took a step away from me and bent down to be on all fours on the floor in front of me. He pulled his ass cheeks apart, and I saw the tip of a buttplug in his newly muscular ass. OK, nice of course – but I’ve seen butt plugs before. “Pull, Daddy” Under his spell almost now, I gripped the edges of the buttplug and began to pull gently, to get the things out of his ass. I was expecting something which would be a nice tapered shape maybe, something much like a biggish sized dick. Something my slut would easily take and think would turn me on. I was not prepared for what actually began to come out of my slut’s asshole. His lips were parting fairly easily, but instead of anything coming out, they appeared just to be moving sideways. How big was the neck on this thing? I kept on pulling, exerting a little more force now, but seeing his lips flick over the neck of the plug at about seven inches wide. The plug came out then with a sudden jolt, as they do, leaving with it a trail of lube, and as if to prove this man in front of me was still my slut, a trail of cum as well. He pushed out for me – dripping cum all over my floor – and I was astounded to see his little tight butt had been replaced with a sweet little rosebud. My slut had bust his cunt lips to take a fist. For me. “For me? You did that for me?” “Yes Daddy. You like it?” That was it. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I launched at the boy who was on all fours on the floor and stuffed my tongue into that sweet rosebud, noticing the taste of slut but also the other tastes which always go with my slut – other men’s cum, and now lube as well. My dick was stiff as a brick in my pants, and I pulled it out and without even spitting on it I mounted him. I thrust with an urgency which startled us both and the slut responded in kind, pushing his cunt back to take more and more of me until we were essentially just one. It took no time at all before I shot my frustrated load into him. I’d marked him again in the most primal of ways as mine and we both knew it. He cried out “Daddy, I’m home!” “I know, slut” We made love again on the bed after this, hard and passionate, slightly sober (at least, I was only on a bit of coke and so was the cunt after he’d snorted a line off my dick). Master Daniel had done some wonders with the boy and whilst we were cuddling on our sides, post-coitus and my dick still in him, I had to know the story of what had happened at Dan’s place for the past year. So I asked.

Picture it. 2005. My spouse and I, 20 years of togetherness. Both of us are HIV neg. We bareback each other, and are generally monogamous except for when we play together (or on my occasional side trysts to the ABS or sex grounds at the local park). Anyhow, we were on vacation In Hawaii, specifically in Oahu. Vacation means, well, vacation. On the occasions I can get my usually-very-vanilla-husband to do anything different, vacation can be a good time, especially as we are both more relaxed when away from home. I’m definitely the kinkier, and likely the hornier of the two of us, so I had done my research. In the past when traveling we've visited sex clubs in New York, Prague, Hong Kong, and Dallas, but on this occasion, when driving across Oahu, I suggested we stop at an adult bookstore in Wahiawa about which I had read interesting reviews. As it was mid-day, I thought it might be a long shot, but as the place was quite literally on our route around the island, there wasn't any downside to stopping in. Upon entering the place we found the typical ABS set up: a register with some retail shelves up front, and in back there was a small hallway off of which was a line of doors for each of the numerous individual viewing booths. The place was small and clean, but it was empty. So we waited. After some time we heard some movement and the soundtrack from a video emanating from the only occupied booth. So we waited so more. After some more time, I was getting bored, especially knowing we had a relatively busy day planned, so I suggested to my spouse "Hey, why don’t we go into adjoining booths, and I’ll blow you through the glory hole in between the two booths?" He liked that idea, probably because I don't usually particularly enjoy sucking his dick as he almost never comes that way, so it turns-out feeling too much like work, or sort of like what I imagined foreplay with a woman would be like. In any event I don't often blow him, but under the circumstances it seemed like the best way to salvage the visit, and, after all, fair is fair. He goes in the booth at the end of the hall, and I slip into the next one, still no one in sight. I scrape the chair out of my way and I’m down on my knees. He unzips, pulls his flaccid dick out, puts his crotch to the hole. Mine for the taking. I hear him pressing buttons trying to find a video he likes. I don’t care what’s on my screen. There’s a gay movie on and the moaning and sex sounds are perfect. God I love these places. My bf likes to be blown slow, especially at first. So I fondle his dick. I smell it. I take his balls in my palm and pull forward on his dick, nuzzling it with my nose and making it grow. As his shaft lengthens, I can get the head in my mouth, ever so gently. I go to work on that spot on the underside, right where the head, the shaft, and the hole all come together. No man can resist that. I swirl my tongue around it and feel his erection fill out fully hard. Now I can really get that dick wet. I wrap my teeth with my lips and slide all the way down, getting it slippery with spit. He’s not a big pre-cummer my bf. So I bang the back of my throat a little as I’m gently going up and down on it. I want some of my throat snot to get things really viscous. His dick is getting harder, wetter, and more into a rhythm going in and out of my mouth. Oh yeah we are getting somewhere. . . Not too long and I get a little light flash in the corner of my eye. I hear a door behind me close and the partition superstructure shake. I pull off my bf’s dick to look. There behind me in the glory hole to the booth on the other side of mine is this face. HOLY FUCK. It’s this jarhead face. Gone in a second. FUCK MAN! HOT SOLDIER BOY. There are some sort of barracks near here aren’t there? My heart skipped a beat. That haircut never lies. I imagine one of dozens of tumblr pictures - a soldier boy, in the desert, waving a gun, dick out, friend taking a pic of it. FUCK man THINK FAST. Hot solider in the booth next to me. C’MON FAST!! Boyfriend’s spit shiny junk is in my hand, with my spit dripping down the hair on his balls. I let go with a squeeze. Stand up. Drop my shorts. Turn around. Put my ass at the hole and I trace down it with his dick. He loves my ass. This’ll distract him. And I just want to SEE the soldier. Just a peek. I’m feeling his hand on my ass. Boyfriend took that hint. He’s caressing it. Spreading my cheeks. I’m bending over to look in the glory hole beyond. UNF. I feel a hot breath on my hole. BF loves sticking tongue in me. Makes me a little squirrelly, so we don’t do it that often. My focus is across the way anyhow. I see movement. He’s too close to see his face again. And it’s dark. Bless whoever designed this place. Perfect size. I have my ass at one hole and my face at the other. I hook a finger through, and try to look up. FUCK I feel my spouse’s tongue in my ass. But the soldier . . . unzipping his pants . . . hand goes in . . .wrestles out his already hard dick. It is maybe seven inches, curves up, reminds me of my cousin's (that's a different story). My mouth waters. HOT DAMN He puts it through the hole, downy covered nuts and all. I stroke down it with my hand. Powder soft and dry. Once. Twice. Watch it bob. I find that spot between his balls where his juices originate and work a finger up up the underside of his shaft. Fuck yes! A huge drop of precum appears. So tempting to eat. But I rub it around the mushroom head. It makes his dick dance and quiver. Slippery. Musky. Ready to suck. I start going down on the shaft and HUH there's my partner's dick pressing at my backdoor. My mind swoons with dick sensation overload. I rarely get fucked, and never starting bent over like this. NEVER have though a glory hole. Have I ever been spit roasted? Brace yourself! Think about the dick in your mouth! Dont lose rhythm! Fuck! He pushes into my ass. The pain! Ah, but the smell of the dick in front of me. I'm trying to flex and relax both, letting the dick work into my ass. My own dick is rock hard bobbing around, drooling webs of precum all over the place. "Some pig", it might spell out on the floor. Here I am on vacation, mid day, in a booth in the dark, with my bf's cock in my ass, and a soldier's in my mouth. And I want cum from both. I am getting into a rhythm with the dick stroking in and out of my ass. My mouth stroking up and down on the dick in front of me. You know how there’s blowing a dick, and then there’s blowing a dick to cumpletion? I mean in my experience there is a point where you know the dick in your mouth can cum that way. When it starts juicing? When the hips start bucking? I knew that soldier was going to feed me his load. When - damn - suddenly no dick in my ass and <poke poke> my bf is poking me on the ass cheek with his finger. I do NOT want to lose momentum on the dick in front of me. But reluctantly, I pull off and turn around to ask my spouse “What?!” My ass is there at the solider’s side. “There’ rub it against that” is what I was thinking. Up to this point I’d swapped plenty of glory hole head, but never fucked through one. UNF the soldier slides his dick right in me. HOLY FUCK A STRANGE DICK UP MY ASS BAREBACK. I push back on it. Rock hard 20 something soldier dick. Inside me. Not what I’d planned. I wince and hide what’s going on from my bf’s view. He would FREAK at a stranger’s raw dick inside me. “I can’t cum this way,” my boyfriend says. “I am going to rinse off.” “Is it dirty?” I ask. “No,” he replies. “But you know me. This is too much.” Vanilla is as vanilla does. “Okay, I’ll go next,” I say. And he’s out his booth door. I hadn’t even focused on the soldier cock stroking in and out of me. I squeeze my ass and look over my shoulder. His fingers are grasping the top of the partition between us for leverage. He’s speeding up, hitting it harder. My thoughts are filled with his flared mushroom head wondering if it’d swell up get hard and red before he shoots? I was thinking of his precum in the back of my throat climbing up out my nose, now in my ass making it slick making it ready. Use that hole man. He gets louder louder UHNN UHHN I press back hard willing it wanting it. UHHNN UHHN He STOPS. I feel the twitch. My ass goes from lubed to wet. I feel the fluid filling me. FUCK! First time . . . a stranger unloading in my ass. Should I be scared? Guilty? UHHN he rocks it back and forth making me feel it squish - his dick in its own ejaculate. Rapidly softening he slips it out of me. Fuck! What have I done? My spouse is coming back in like a minute and I . . . Standing there with my legs shaking, my dick is a sticky mess I haven’t touched it, but there’s plenty of lube. In ten strokes I push a finger from my other hand in my hole and feel the soldier’s load there. I BLAST one of the largest loads of my life onto the laminate partition wall. It trails down and pools on the floor. I said this place was clean. Too bad. I hope it’s still there for the next guy. Maybe the clerk will come lick it up? There’s my bf’s face at the hole. “C’mon, let’s go.” “I’m coming! Just a sec. Let me clean up a little here . . .” On the way out, he says to me, “ Hey did you hear that one guy cumming? Someone was having fun.” He has no idea.

it loves cum

In college I roomed with two straight guys, both super sexy and well-hung. When we were stuck in our dorm that one winter for three days because of the ice storm, I sucked their cocks and they bred me multiple times. The cum ran down my legs on my way to the shared bathroom. One of the guys on my floor saw my predicament and inquired what was wrong. After I explained the situation, he fucked me in the shower stall and exploded in my bowels. After that, he and I would meet regularly for some hot one-on-one breeding sessions. I miss those days. Ah, to be young again and the slut I once was. Oh, who am I kidding! I’m still a huge slut!

Chatted with a guy on Grindr - profile says he has a wife and 5 kids! I just love me some breeder cum! We hooked up in my garage - i sucked his dick to get him hard, then he proceeded to fuck me and shott my full of his cum! So fucking hot!

I’m a big mouth to ass fanatic. Over the years of rimming and felching pigkunt, I’ve noticed that some mankunts produce a lot of mucus discharge when being pleasured. It’s especially common in fisted holes. I fukkin’ crave slopping around with my tongue and mouth in this kuntsnot. The taste and smell drives me fukkin’ wild with lust. It’s what you smell when you first arrive at a venue with a large collection of men having unrestrained pigsex together. Who has this type of hole discharge? Who else likes to slurp around in this kuntslop?

sex is 50% selfish and 50% empathy. i havnt worn a rubber since the last century but thats not a flex. for the first 20 of the 21st i only fucked my husband and the last 4-5 i can keep track of the times i've topped. no one asks for a condom. but most of these guys were cumdumps. one str8 guy had me impressed. trying anal to see what it's like, gettin raw dogged by an anon daddy in a seedy motel room while the wife waits at home? that recklessness turned me on 😈 but i mostly bottom these days and the only guys who use condoms are str8 guys on the dl. selfish: i'd rather get fucked w a rubber than not fucked at all empathy: when i tried to talk the last one out of it he said "i know. this isn't about you though" and i get that. if youre cheating on the reg anon youre gonna catch something at some point and who wants that drama. women take this stuff so seriously 🤬

Now I need my second taste of molestation, and my ass fucked

Same here. I’m always caged now. As for this topic, I’ve changed more to thongs than jockstraps. But I’m a hopeless submissive bottom so either works for me. I am at a place to get loads.

I am one-finger tight, but can take a pounding. I also have excellent muscle control. The beauty of being able to drain loads fast is that you can take more loads in a night.

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Yeah or stay in the toilet all day and get used by every old guy that comes in. Leave late at night with cum all over my face and hair and body and dripping down my chin and leaking out of my gaping ass and running down my legs. A dirty , messy cumdump whore.....

I have purchased, worn and lost so many jockstraps over the years I have lost count. I never thought much about it, I have worn them under my clothes if I were going to an organized sex party at a hotel or private residence. It usually was just something to have on under my pants, that would come off easily. I started out wearing the basic white jock strap you wore in high school. It wasn't until I found out about a company called "Freshpair" that had all types of jocks that I really became addicted to wearing them. I bought so many, that I would leave them in their individual packets and give some away to tricks that came to my house. If they liked jocks, normally I had one in the drawer that I hadn't worn and was glad to give it to them (another result of doing too much t, but that's another story). As far as bathhouses, no I never wore one. I like to walk up and down the hall way and make sure my ass is showing, but I still have the towel on in case management has an issue. I didn't vote because I wore them seriously as a form of underwear, not just "looking to get fucked". If I showed up at a hotel party or house, people pretty much knew that getting fucked was something I had in mind. It was the reason I was invited and the reason I showed up so.....

As a top, I find the use of masks on a sub very hot. Something about sensory deprivation very controlling. Deciding just how much information my sub is allowed to know/understand heightens my desire. The ultimate would be to blindfold and put ear buds with sex sounds and strong verbal degradation playing. Maybe call him using Bluetooth to give him commands and give him positive feedback on just how slutty he is with him unaware of just who is breeding him. Of course, catch everything on video .

Fuck! A smooth lads arse is the horniest sight for this breeder Daddy. Even hotter if the lads neg 👹 grrrr i want to breed this lad 😈

Crabs many times in my 20's. I rather enjoyed feeling cheap

Chapter 2 - Daddy T Thomas turned over, half asleep and felt the warm sun on his face. He knew he needed to get up, even though they had only gone to bed a few hours ago. They had to be at the airport to pick up his daughter, Mandy, this morning. She was visiting home with her boyfriend. He also knew getting his boy, Zach or Z as he liked to be called. up and going was a laborious task when he had his full 8 hours. It’s near impossible when he had less. The late night was in part due to the impending visit. They knew they won’t have time to play for the next 9 days and they needed to make sure they had some hot fun before they went into the week and a half hibernation. They had found 3 hot twink/twunk boys on sniffies last night and meet up with them at a sleezy motel they often used for stealthing. When the twinks arrived they spent a little time smoking some 420 and had a drink. The next few hours was full of raw fucking and breeding! Thomas is 95% top, so he got 4 holes to deposit his charged seed in. The 3 boys and his husband. His husband was truly vers, so Z got to take all their cocks and deposit his toxic boy seed in the visiting twunks. The visitors were all neg, only one was on prep. None of them knew they were taking toxic cock and cum. When they asked about being “clean” Thomas told them they both were. He smiled as he remembered how easily the stupid twinks accepted that. Each twink got at least one toxic load in them, the two not on prep got 3 each. When they stealth pozzed they always made sure to dump multiple loads so there was the best chance possible to spread the strain. Thomas felt his 9.5 in dick swell at the thought of the twinks leaving full of their toxic cum early this morning. Knowing they were now blocked on the app and ghosted and wouldn’t be able to find them when they tested poz in a few weeks. It made him remember when he first meet Z. They met in a gay bar. Thomas saw Z dancing in only his jock on the dance floor and came up behind him to start dancing with him. This led to them making out and Thomas fingering his boy hole on the dance floor. Which he found was full of cum already. He pulled his finger out and sucked it and tasted the cum from who knows who. “Let go back to your place daddy. You can add your cum to me!” Z wispered into Thomas’s ear. That was all he needed and steered the half naked boy to his car then to his home. Lucky his kid was at her grandparents so he had the house to himself. He hadn’t hookup with guys much since his wife died and not for years before that while he was married. As they made out Thomas examined the boy. The bar was for 21+ only but he suspected the boy was more like 19 or 20 (he later confirmed he was 20). He was as tall as Thomas. Had light brown skin from his mixed Latino and black heritage. He was twinkish but leaning more muscly. And had a juicy fat ass! When thinas pulled the boys jock down he found a huge dick. At least 5 in soft. Thomas had never been with a man with a dick as big or bigger than his own. As they made out and Z’s dick had grown to its full 10in. His dick was just a tad thinner than Thomas’s own, but still thicker than average for sure. The foreplay led to Thomas going balls deep in Z as the boy begged for his big raw daddy dick. The sex was intense. After he dumped a huge load in the boy, Z flipped him over and started eating his ass. He was going to protest but it felt so good and he hadn’t been fucked since college and found he was in the mood to bottom. He was surprised he was able to take the pounding Z gave him. “Fuck daddy take my poz cum!” Z yelled as he came balls deep in Thomas. Thomas wasn’t sure how to feel about taking poz cum. As they laid and cuddled Thomas asked Z if he was really poz and if he was on meds. Z confirmed he was poz and not on meds and a gifter. Z told him he had been pozzed shortly about a year ago. He was chasing it and now he liked gifting. He normally didn’t tell his hookups but figured a guy who let him breed them without even giving him his name was cool with it. Thomas admitted he never even thought about STIs before and never heard of the pozzing kink scene. But it made him hot and hard. Which lead to Z swallow Thomas’s second load that night and what was probably one of his last neg loads. That began a now 7 year relationship (6 of them married) where they loved each other and loved to gift and stealth poz. Thomas was fully hard now thinking of last night and all the years of pozzing and other raunchy nasty piggy kinky sex they had had. He turned to his other side and found Z naked, as always, and slipped his finger in his hole. It was tight again but the cum from last night was in there, so he lined his fat poz cock head up with that boy hole and pushed into him slowly. Trying to see how long he could fuck him without waking him. He got balls deep when a moan came from Z. “Fuck daddy, that feels so good! Work that cum back into me daddy!! Recharge my boy hole with you toxic daddy cum! Please!!!!” That got Thomas going hard and plowing deep. After about 10 minutes of fucking he dumped a huge charged load in his boys tight ass. “Such a good little fag boy to take daddy’s toxic cum! Now get down there and suck me clean as I feed you my piss!” Z jumped down to his softening dick and sucked all the cum and ass juices from it. It took a minute or two for Thomas to start to piss down his boys throat. Feeding him his toxic morning piss. Z being the good boy he was didn’t drop any of it. Just after Thomas finished his piss, Z moved to the top of the bed and shot his huge load all over Thomas’s face. Then licked it off and made out with Thomas sharing the cum with his daddy. “Ok boy, let’s get showered and dressed. We can stop for a coffee and bagel before we go to the airport if we hurry.” “Yes sir! I can’t wait to see Mandy again. Though the hit to our sex life will suck” Z replied as he got up and walked toward the master bathroom and into the huge shower. “I know. We will still be able to fuck just have to be quiet and make sure we don’t get carried away. We can handle 9 days without a negative boy butt to seed.” Thomas replied as he followed him into the marble shower. He laughed when he saw the doubting look on his boys face. They hadn’t gone for than a week without find a third to fuck since Mandy had moved to college. And those week breaks were all occurred when Mandy was visiting home. They were able to get showered and dressed quickly, made it through the drive up at their favorite local coffee shop, and were at the airport pick up area with time to spare. As they waited they checked out all the hot men traveling through the airport. They whispered back and forth pointing out who they’d do and how. They were on the middle of ogling a hot pilot when Thomas spotted Mandy and her beau walking toward them. Neither had seen them yet. Thomas nudged Z “Looks like Mandy likes her men like me. Tall, handsome, and well muscled but not a muscle head. I bet he has a nice tight ass too. And with his build and the way he is carrying himself, I bet he is packing.” ”Oh yea, I’d guess at least 8 in. He looks 6-6’1 but with that build and walk he got that big dick energy. And he is cute as fuck and sexy. He’d look good on my big poz dick as I jerked his big boy meat!” Z replied. ”Stop that. He is dating Mandy, is straight, and you are making me hard thinking about knocking him up. Not that I wouldn’t, but let’s not get raging hard ons in front him when we first meet him ok.” He laughed. Thomas then called to the his daughter and greeted her with a bear hug. As he passed her over to Z he caught this boy, Matt, checking him out. As they made the introduction he pulled him in for a hug and even with Matt trying not to keep his hips back he could tell the boy was chubbed up. As they pulled away he gave a wink to Z over Mandy’s head. Z introduced himself to Matt. Pulling him of a full hug, pushing his bulge against the poor boy I am sure. I gave Z a look conveying I knew what he was doing over Matt’s head. He smiled dangerously and I knew what he had in mind. Luckily I wore tight underwear today so mY monster didn’t have the room to respond. Mandy made a comment about wanting to get home due to airport yuck and then about me sending her away to college in an area with poor pool weather out east. I teased her back about naked pool orgies, which she had no clue were a big part of our lives. This led us into our familiar teasing banter as we headed toward the parking garage. When we got home and the kids took their luggage to Mandy’s room, Z whispered in my ear as he hugged me from behind “We might just have found the neg hole we are going to poz this week after all. I bet anything that boy is at least bi and is a big pig bottom, even if he doesn’t know it yet himself.” Thomas just hummed in possible agreement as he walked to the kitchen to start lunching thinking Z may just be right. They’d have test just how straight this boy was. Hope you all like this chapter. More to come, stayed tuned.

Pain and pleasure combined is a satisfying whereas pain with no pleasure is just plainfull and cuts the the play shorts. I've never felt pain from a monster cock myself even when I've been double fucked by 2 monster cocks. I have felt pain when I man shoved his fist inside my ass. He was apologetic and thought he should pull out but I told him not to and keep it in there which is the best thing to do. Pulling out would have added to the pain but within a couple minutes I recovered and we had a great fisting session. The same would apply to anything entering your hole with sudden impact

General wisdom around bottoming is "if it hurts, the top is doing it wrong." If you're inexperienced in taking a huge cock and the pain isn't part of the pleasure for you, he should be fucking you accordingly. Start slow, loosen you up with a tongue, some fingers, a toy, etc., lots of lube, find a position that helps you get and stay relaxed (for me, on my back and legs up with feet in stirrups does it as it takes the strain off those lower body muscles but everyone is different). If you've got a regular who's well endowed you can help keep yourself ready to take him by using toys on your own to train yourself to relax faster and easier. You need to learn how to read your body. Once you do that, "hole control" becomes second nature. That being said, back to your original question: yes it is, but also for some (myself included), the pain is part of the pleasure. I have two regulars who are what I'd consider well endowed, one about 6" but literally beer can fat, one about 9" and just a little under the first one's girth. Both of them are willing to indulge my pain / rape fetish: force themselves in me with minimal lube, jackhammer my hole right from the start, jerk their cocks out of me and slam them back in, etc., all while I grit my teeth and at times am in visible pain. Basically all the things a "good top" won't do. Not sure I've ever had a guy who would qualify as having a "monster cock" but I've never told a guy no because he was too big.

Dave's awareness of his situation suddenly became clear; he'd just been fucked by his boss, here he was on a couch, naked and cum filled as his boss' buddy was stood above him, slowly stroking his own engorged member waiting to have sex. Dave began muttering, "I...I think I'd better go." Tommy could see what was happening, he'd once been there and seen this situation before. Young guy gets spun, has fun but instantly regrets it, knows he's straight. In one way Tommy felt sorry for his friend's young apprentice, "Shhhh, I get it", he said softly, "This is all confusing and you're head's fogged up, let's chill a bit and get you fixed up." With that Tommo pushed Dave, now trying to get up from the couch, back down. "Sit down and breathe, I'll help you out", Dave began to do as Tommo suggested while the older man went and got them some drinks. Eyes closed, Dave breathed deeply, slowing his mind, still processing what had happened with Niall. "You asleep?" Dave opened his eyes, jerking his head up to see Tommo holding out a glass of coke. "Coke?" Dave queried, "Would water not be better?", " Nah lad, you need the sugar" Tommo casually responded. Dave took the glass as Tommo sat next to him. "Drink up, trust me, dehydration is a bitch" Dave knew what Tommo said was true, His mouth was dry and the combo of sugar and caffeine in the drink was bound to help, he had half tuned out when he realized Tommo was still talking. "I remember what it's like, first time I did this craic was with one of my older cousins friends after a night out. Was a right head fuck. How are you feeling about it?" Dave was unsure how to respond. Here was this man, who only a few minutes ago be planning to have sex with Dave, now showing concern for his well being. "I'm...I'm not too sure. I mean, I'm straight. Or I thought I was..."Dave paused, he was becoming slightly choked up; between his thoughts, feelings and the drugs he was all over the place. Suddenly, Tommo threw an arm around Dave, pulling him closely, "Hey buddy, don't get upset, this is all natural. Just drink up, you'll be fine mate." "Here", Tommo reached for the pipe, maybe we should each take another couple of puffs, you know, just to mellow us out a bit". "I dunno" Dave replied meekly, "I don't think I want to do all that again." Tommo chuckled, "Nah lad, don't worry about that, it'll just help us chill". With that Dave downed the remainder of his drink, took the pipe from Tommo who then proceeded to hand him the lighter with his free arm as the other remained around Dave's shoulder, alternating between slow, reassuring strokes and gentle grabs. Dave began to clam a bit as he inhaled the white clouds of the pipe, each time feeling a bit more relaxed. He giggled, "Christ" he said to Tommo, "I'm starting to feel warm all over again". Dave was about to hand the pipe to Tommo but the older man refused, "Nah lad, you need it more than me. You've had a big night, let's get you sorted." "Cheers" Dave replied, he took a few more puffs, definitely feeling more relaxed, lighter even. While doing this, Dave hadn't fully realized that Tommo had moved his face slightly closer to his own, quietly egging him on, "Go on, that's it, nice deep breaths." Tommo moved quickly taking the pipe and lighter from Dave, "Here, down this, get more sugar into you" said Tommo, handing Dave another coke that appeared out of nowhere. Dave did as he was told and, once again, Tommo took the glass, his grasp on Dave's shoulder becoming more subtly firm than before. "How you feeling now?" Tommo whispered into Dave's ear. "Better", Dave said, "kinda warm though". "Oh yeah? where abouts? All over or is it rising through you?" Tommo's response seemed suggestive as he reached his free hand on to Dave's stomach, "You feeling hot right now?"

The lads continued to chat as the match continued with Dave feeling more buzzed with every hit he took. Niall told him that tingling sensation was totally normal but so was sweating. Despite having a couple of cold cans the guys were starting to overheat, leading to Niall losing his t-shirt. Dave hadn't seen him topless before. He couldn't help but stare at his older mates fur covered chest and fit body. As the match was ending Niall decided he'd shower and change leaving Dave in the sitting room. Dave was feeling good and noticed there was still something left in the pipe so took another couple of hits. This really hit him and got his mind racing. He decided to take Niall up on his offer and headed to the bedroom to see if he'd find a pair of boxers to impress the ladies. Niall was just coming out of the shower as Dave was opening the drawer. "Well, well, well, find a pair you like?" In response Dave held up a yellow pair of CK trunks. "Good choice, they'll really show your bulge, throw em on". In no time Dave had stripped below the waste and put on Niall's underwear in front of him. Niall walked toward Dave, cupping his balls, "yep, snug out". The younger man blushed as the older just smirked and gave him a cheeky wink, "They'll all be after a bit of this lad tonight". At that, Niall started to stroke Dave. Dave was suddenly starting to sober a bit as his body couldn't help but react to the helping hand. He started to back away but Niall stayed with him, laughing, "Ha man, you must be horny out". Dave knew Niall was just trying to take the piss but everything he had taken was kicking in and he couldn't help himself. Niall was relentless as Dave kept stepping back, eventually falling back on Niall's bed. Niall released his towel, his own cock now semi hard. He looked at Dave, "Looks like we could both do with this". He pushed Dave down, the teen tried to get up but he was out weighed. The older man slowly started to pull down the underwear. "Just stay calm lad, you'll enjoy it". Dave tried to struggle as Niall lay on top, their cocks pressed together. Niall started to grind against Dave, grunting, telling his apprentice how good it felt. Dave was torn, he felt like crying but was starting to like the feeling of body contact. Both men's pre-cum started to mix on their bellies, staining the shirt Dave never had a chance to remove. Niall moved his face closer to Dave, "See Davey boy, nothing wrong with a couple of mates helping each other out". Dave could only moan in response. Both could feel the tension building in their cocks, Niall coming first. Dave almost came round in the time it took Niall to come down. However the older man used his cum as lube and started to wank the younger to completion before collapsing beside him. The men dozed for a minute or two with Niall getting up and declaring they'd both need another shower before going out and that Dave would probably need to borrow something else to wear.

Tremendous story. I'd attend a party like this in an instant.

I was taught that a good faggot always sucks a cock that just bred them. No matter how dirty.

Virgin POZ Night (Part 1) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** I was strolling around my favorite bath house, when a booth awakened my attention. A note was pinned at the door: ‘Virgin POZ night’ was written in bright red letters. ‘Don’t wake the sleeping beauty’ was added. I heard there was some heavy breathing going on in the booth, but I had the feeling, that only one guy was in it, jacking off. There was no moaning from another party or so. So after a couple of minutes the door was unlocked and a guy I knew so well left the both, with his pants still open and a hard cock sticking out of it. Next to the door was a little blackboard and he drew a line and then left without even noticing me. I could see five marks already. ‘Nice’ I thought and entered the little booth. A blonde twink was laying with the front of his body downwards a short bench. I guess he must have been 18 or 19 the most. He was body was fixed with a strap tightly around his chest and around his lower back. He wouldn’t able to make a move – not an inch, but he was obviously asleep or knocked out more likely. His head was hanging down on one side of the bench. On the other side his cunt was leaking some cum. He had been used for quite a while it seemed. I was drawing a line on his sweat covered back. He shivered….. His hands had been tied to his back. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself, if he would be awake. His body was flawless. Not a single hair could be seen between his ass cheeks. “Beautiful…” I mumbled. I closed the door and locked it behind me. *Click* “Hmmmm… hm…..” he moaned and shook his head a little bit. “What…. where…. am I” he whispered. I was standing right behind him looking down at this young guy who seemed to regain consciousness. “Hello…. is there…. *sigh* is there someone….?” his voice was so soft. “Hey there” I said with my low voice, not getting myself into his view yet. “Sir… my head is spinning. I can’t move…. where am I” he asked slowly. It seemed like the thoughts he had formed slowly the sentences I heard. I didn’t know what to reply. I was sure he wasn’t suppose to know in which town he was or even that this was a biohazard bath house. “Could you…. please…. help me to get up? he stammered. While hearing the twinks soft voice I started massaging the lump in my jeans. “Uuuuugh…. I don’t feel good….. *sighs again softly* … my head is spinning” he sniffed. “Well how did you get here?” I asked with a worried tone. “Uuuuhm….I…. hmmmm….. I don’t know” he mumbled. “I just came around by accident and heard you moan – I came to see if everything was alright” I lied to him. “Are my hands tied Sir? I can’t move them…. could you please untie me?” “Someone handcuffed you behind your back….” I described to him. “Hmmmm…. ooooh…. hrmpf….. my ass is hurting so much. What is happening here? Please… can you open the handcuffs, please Sir” he begged. His head was still hanging down. He didn’t have the strength to raise it by himself. I walked around him and stroked him softly his hair. “Well… I can’t see the keys….” I made some noises like I was looking for a key. Then I grabbed his head and yanked it up violently. I pressed my groin area against his face. *Oooomph* His head had no chance to escape. I pressed my bulge against his him and he wailed a bit. “Can’t…. breathe….” he moaned in panic. “Open your mouth wide then – I am trying to help you here young man!” I exclaimed. The silly twink did just that and opened his mouth widely only to get more of my bulge into his stupid mouth. He tried to yank himself away, but that way he would just sprain his neck and I knew his pain, especially in the back of his neck would be extreme by now. He expelled his hot breath against my crotch. I could feel him fighting for breath, while I almost dry humped his face through my jeans. Then I moved away from the helpless boy. “No keys here…. no nothing….” I hissed. “Then….*gasps for air* please… do you got a mobile phone?” he asked me. “Please… call my parents. Tell them to pick me up.” he almost cried by now. “Calm down lad. Everything will be fine.” I tried to reassure him, that everything was alight. I crouched in front of him and he whispered his mom’s mobile phone number. I couldn’t almost understand every digit, but after I repeated I made sure I would safe this number. In expectation that I would call his mother immediately he gathered all his strength and lifted his head up again. He could only see my body up to my waist and didn’t understand what I was doing. I unbuttoned my jeans slowly and enjoyed to see the terror in his eyes rising. “You really don’t know why you are here, eh” I cackled gleefully. “You are the hole…. A hole for toxic dicks” I explained his fate to him. “Five guys have already fucked you up and now you will get the sixth viral load up your tight asshole” I smiled. “Wait – let me make a picture for your mom… one before…. and one after I POZ fucked you” I said coldly. “Smile for your parents…. smile for your mom” I grinned…

Part 3, One quarter of the way around the Circle That amazing all night fuck fest at the Four Seasons had been just over two months ago. But between school work, and then that nasty bout with the flu he had come down with a few weeks later, (and then all the work to try and catch up on everything he had missed while out sick for a week), this was the first time Yasser had had a chance hook up since that night (although he spent every free moment jerking off to memories of that night.) After a lot of internal debate, Yasser had just posted his ad on Craig's List that morning before he took the train over to Philly and then only chceked his email for replies infrequently while on the train. He had not been sure about posting the ad. On one hand he was here for the Model U.N. program which was important - it would look good on his resume and he was hoping to network and make some good professional contacts. So, he should be going to bed early. On the other hand... he would be in a new hotel room.... how could he not have sex in it? And he was so fucking horny. And once the program started he was not sure he would have any free time to hook up. But on the other hand he should be good and go to bed (alone) early and get some rest..... and so he spent the train trip from NYC to Philly in a continuing internal battle. But as soon as he walked into the hotel lobby he knew he had been right to post the ad. Hotels were like Viagra for him now. He had gotten rock hard the moment he had stepped through the hotel door. He should have known that he would have this almost Pavlovian response. For him now "hotels = sex." So now all thoughts of being good and going up to his room and going over the material for tomorrow were banished. He was happy that he had placed the ad - and even happier that he had replied to the email from the "horny redhead." As soon as he got up to the hotel room he would send the guy his room number and hopefully confirm hooking up. His cock was leaking in anticipation as he took the elevator up to the 8th floor. At this point he would have been happy with sex with anyone tonight. But the "redhead" claimed to be his age, which would make him about 15 to 20 years younger than anyone he had ever had sex with before. That added a new layer of excitement to what lay ahead. He wondered if the redhead would be as adventuresome as the man from the 4 Seasons. After two months with no sex, any sex would be OK.... but that night 2 months ago had opened his eyes to how mind blowing "real" sex could be. It could be so much more than just fucking/getting sucked -- or occasionally getting fucked/sucked off by some middle aged married man who got nervous as soon as he came and then wanted Yasser to leave. That night at the 4 Seasons he had learned what it was like to be covered in sweat and cum, laying in bed next to a hot man who was also covered on sweat and cum. A man who was not freaking out and making up reasons for Yas to leave, but was resting up for the second - (and then even a third round) -where the sex and climax would be even more intense - more mind blowing than even that first explosive orgasm had been. He was looking forward to sharing all that the man at the Four Seasons had passed on to him, and maybe if he was lucky - learning and expanding his sexual knowledge with this new adventure. So, here he was, freshly showered. This time being the one waiting for the knock on the door, rather than to being the one in the hall knocking. It felt odd, being on this side of the door, as if he had graduated or something. He had never "hosted" before, and he felt that being the host that it was his responsibility to make it a memorable evening, to set the tone, to offer something special. To make sure that his guest had a sexual experience he would never forget. It made him a little nervous, what if the "cute redhead" wasn't really cute? Well it was too late now, nothing he could do about that except hope. He was also excited - standing there with just the damp hotel towel wrapped low enough around his thin waist so that the top of his massive tangle of pubes was showing over the top of the towel. On the other side of the door, Jonathan was also a little nervous. This was the first time he had ever hooked up without knowing what the guy looked like. Yes they had both exchanged descriptions but.... The guys on Grinder all had photos, and one of the advantages of going to NYU was being on walking distance of gay bars, which meant you actually met the guy in person before deciding if you wanted to accept his invite back to his place. Jonathan was cute. And he was a redhead - (which was a turn on for some guys). Most people assumed that with his kinky/curly red hair and his pale milky white skin that he was Irish, but he was in fact a Russian Jew. He kept his hair trimmed short so that it would not look too much like a 1960's "Jewish Fro" that it did when it grew longer. He was 5'8" with a nice lean naturally smooth "twinkie" build making him look younger than his 21 years, so he was always getting carded at the bars. The only hair he had on his body was a small thin patch in his armpits and a small but very thick tangle of bright red pubes right on top of his really nice fat 7" cut cock. His cock had a nice fat mushroom head that guys loved to suck and loved to take up their butt. He had a nice milky white smooth bubble butt, that was tight and firm and totally hairless, even in his crack. It was, as he was frequently told by the guys who wanted to fuck him, a "sweet fuckable ass." But that line didn't work too well on him, he didn't mind sucking cock, but he had never liked getting fucked. While he looked like an innocent twink bottom, he was naturally assertive and preferred to top. Fortunately there seemed to always be a shortage of tops, so he had never had any trouble finding a bottom to fuck. But tonight's hookup was a total mystery. The guy had said he didn't have any photos on his phone so couldn't send any. But his description he had given sounded hot, and what the fuck he was out of town and wanted something new. And, if he was really an old troll, he could just say "sorry, I was looking for room 920, I must have gotten off on the 8th floor by mistake" But he was horny and so this was worth the gamble. So there it was, room 820. He took a deep breath and knocked. As the door opened, Jonathan let out a sigh of relief and felt his cock start to harden, the gamble had paid off. The guy WAS hot. Being naturally smooth, almost hairless Jonathan had always been turned on my hairier guys. It was hard not to reach out and run his fingers through the thick coarse black hair that covered his firm pecs, and then his eyes followed that dark furry treasure trail down to that bit of pubes that was showing.... DAMN!!! He was glad that he had stuffed a few extra condoms in his pocket as he was leaving his hotel room. He hoped this might be one of the rare times when the guy was interested in more than just a quick fuck and then a good bye. Yasser also felt that old tingle in his groin. Damn this little redhead was really cute, and supposedly they were the same age, though he looked a lot younger..... this could be fun. Jonathan smiled and held out his hand, "Hi, I'm Jonathan." "Yas" came the startled reply as they shook hands. Never once in the almost two years he had been hooking up with men in hotel rooms had anyone ever asked his name, much less offered their name. This greeting caught Yasser so off guard, that he had not only given his real name, but the shortened nickname only used by family and close friends. They stood momentarily smiling at each other, still shaking hands until, remembering that he was standing at the open door wearing only a towel that was not exactly hiding the growing hardness of his cock, he invited the redhead, no, invited "Jonathan" into the room and offered his guest something to drink, "We could see what is in the Mini Bar" "No, I am fine" came the reply as Jonathan shut the door behind him. Yasser hesitated for a moment, still not comfortable in the role of host. He didn't want this to be just cold mechanical sex like he had had with all the other men, he wanted it to be passionate and primal like that night at the 4 Seasons, so without saying anything else, he leaned in for a kiss, and was eagerly kissed back. Their tongues made initial tentative explorations. Probing. Tasting. Feeling. Until they finally broke off and their faces pulled away slightly from each other, their noses just not quite touching - they both opened their eyes - trying to read the other person. "So..." Yasser started to say with a shy smile. The redhead didn't give him time to finish the sentence, he merely smiled back and leaned in himself for another kiss, one hand gripping Yas by the back of the neck while with his other hand he undid Yasser's towel which fell to the floor. Yas melted into Jonathan's mouth, wrapping both his arms around him pulling him into a tight embrace. Somewhere in the back of his brain he felt the buttons of Jonathan's shirt pressing into his naked torso, his naked legs against the redheads jeans. Jonathan's cock, trapped inside those jeans was desperate to get out - he could feel Yas's equally hard naked cock as if it were a red hot poker tying to burn its way through the fabric. He also felt, and tasted, Yas's tongue pushing again into his mouth probing, no longer tentative, but insistently - as if to claim dominance - Jonathan's tongue pushed back. They dueled. Explored. Each fighting for control. They griped each other tighter -as if maybe, if they pulled each other closer their bodies would merge. The kiss went on. Slowly Jonathan's tongue retreated and Yas's pursued seemingly to claim ownership. Dominance. Jonathan did not consciously submit. But deep down some switch clicked. Eventually they both had to come up for air. Their eyes locked - studying each other. Normally at this point Jonathan would have subtly pushed his hook-up to his knees to service his cock. Instead, not knowing why, he slowly sank down to his own knees, placed his hands on Yas's slim hips and stared at the beautiful cock sticking out from the thick black bush. He opened his mouth and swallowed the dark cock. Pulling in into his mouth - tasting it. When he had swallowed all of it he felt Yas's low hanging hairy balls swing into his chin and his nose was buried in the bush, he inhaled. There was no sweat, Just the faint aroma of hotel soap. Yasser griped Jonathan by the head, feeling his short kinky hair against the soft palms of his hand. Jonathan didn't resist, he just let out a soft whimper and seemingly tried to swallow more of Yas's thick cock. "Damn" thought Yas, after all those weeks it felt good to have something other than his own hand pleasuring his cock - and this guy was good - his mouth felt amazing - that talented tongue was doing wonderful things to Yas's cock. He was getting lost in the sensation just as Jonathan, the guy who considered himself almost a total top, somewhere in the back of his brain was also lost in the sensation of having this cock in his mouth. He was losing control, or maybe giving up control. Somewhere deep down another switch clicked. He didn't know why he had sunk to his knees instead of pushing Yas to his, so that he could be shoving his cock down Yas's throat. All he did know was that he wanted to worship this beautiful cock that was in his mouth. He was beginning - not that he realized it yet - to need that cock. He ran his hands up Yas's torso following the thick treasure trial that served as a road map, til his finger tips found the thick pelt of fur covering the hard pecs. He ran his fingers through the hair, just enjoying the sensation of that thick course hair, until his finger tips found Yas's rock hard nips. He played with them for a little while and then twisted, causing Yas to let out a moan. Jonathon continued playing with Yas's nips while deep throating Yas's long fat cock. Finally, Yasser let out a gasp and pulled his cock out of Jonathan's mouth but still kept his hands gripping the sides of the guys head. Yas tilted Jonathan's head back so he could look him in the eyes. "Damn you are really good but was getting close and I want this to last." And then changing mood he grinned down playfully at the redhead he asked "And how come I am the only one naked in this room?" Jonathan grinned back at the hot dark guy looming above him "You have a point, why are you?" he said standing up and peeling off his clothes as fast as possible. The room was not big, so by the time, with Yas's help, Jonathan was also naked they were standing next to the bed. The stood there, both momentarily hesitating, naked in front of each other - the tips of both of their rock hard cocks, not quite touching, but connected by a thin strand of precum that had leaked out of their piss slits. Yasser's, 7" cock stuck straight out from his mass of thick black pubes that surrounded his cock and his low hanging hairy balls. Jonathan's, fat 7" curved up slightly, like a banana, out of an equally dense, if much smaller patch of tangled kinky bright red hair just at the top of his cock - his balls also low hanging, were pink and hairless. They stood like that for a few moments- their eyes moving quickly studying each other's bodies - both being equally aroused by the contrasts. Yas wanting to explore the tight lean almost hairless body and Jonathan being equally turned on by the taller boys darker skin and all of that dark dense hair, wondering if his chest hair and pits would also gave that faint smell of hotel soap. Yas moved first. pushing Jonathan down onto the bed and pouncing on top of him, Yas stared down briefly at this fucking adorable redhead. He hadn't realized how hot it would be to play with someone who was his own age. And, Damn! he was cute, he loved how smooth he was with only the hint of dark red fuzz in his pits. He took all this in quickly before lowering his face down to kiss. This time Jonathan opened his mouth eagerly- accepting the penetrating tongue into his mouth. Welcoming the probing. But soon Jonathan's natural instinct to be the leader in sex resurfaced and he pushed Yas on to his back rolling on top of him. Pushing his tongue into Yas's mouth. Then after a while, Yas's re-asserted himself and Jonathan found himself on his back again. They alternated back and forth until when Yas was on top he broke off kissing and slid his tongue down Jonathan's neck. Licking, sucking, nibbling his way down to where the neck meets the shoulder and gave a playful bite. Jonathan gave an involuntary moan. As Yas bit down again, harder this time, Jonathan, not knowing why, wrapped his legs around Yas's legs. He enjoyed the the feel of his almost smooth legs against Yas's hairy ones. Yas bit down again - this time even harder and longer. Sucking. He knew somehow that it would be OK if he accidentally left a hickey. That in fact he could leave a mark there. Would leave a mark there. That excited him. All those married men he had always to been so paranoid about marks that he had always had to hold back. Those meetings had just been about sucking and fucking. The man at the 4 Seasons had not cared. Not having to be careful was part of what had added to the excitement of that night. It is when Yas had learned the difference between fucking and sex. He understood somehow that Jonathan was not worried either, as long as it felt good Jonathan would go along for the ride. Yas didn't have to be careful. He could be reckless. This realization was like letting the flood gates that had started to open that night at the 4 Seasons, now opened fully, and the last of Yas's sexual inhibitions were washed away. Yas continued to bite down hard and Jonathan gave another involuntary moan and wrapped his legs tighter around Yas. A jolt of electricity seemed to run from the bite mark to his ass.... making his ass tingle, and start to get hungry. Yas sensed this and it made him more aggressive with the licking, biting, and sucking. Both of them were carried along with the flow of sexual energy that passed between them. Yas attacked Jonathan with wild abandon letting his instincts take over. His mouth worked on Jonathan's neck, and down to his nipples and back again. At the same time his hands were exploring Jonathan's lean silky smooth nearly hairless body. Jonathan felt the energy flow back and forth between whatever part of his body Yas was attacking and his ass. As Yas explored his body, Jonathan felt a growing hunger in his ass. As amazing as the sensation was - it scared him. Eventually Jonathan again tried to reassert himself, rolling Yas onto his back, again starting with a long kiss then breaking off and, his tongue sliding down is neck through the furry chest exploring for the right nipple, finding it and licking it... teasing it... and then sucking it softly at first, and then harder, hungrier. Then switching to the left one. For Yas it was as if his nips were connected directly to his cock, the more Jonathan licked and sucked the more precum flowed out of his piss slit. And so it went each taking turns exploring each others bodies with their hands and tongues. Until Yas grabbed Jonathan by the wrists and pinned his arms up over his head. Yas was drawn to Jonathan's arm pit with that dark red fuzz, he slid his tongue down into Jonathan's arm pit and started to lick and nibble. Jonathan let out a whimper which continued as Yas talented exploring tongue slide slowly down the side of Jonathan's torso licking, then also sucking and nibbling as he went. "Oh fuck ya" Jonathan moaned as Yas's tongue finally made its way to Jonathan's hip and slid over and then down to that sweet spot right between the thigh and the pubes. Yas washed Jonathan's smooth hairless ball sack before sliding up the underside of the fat hard cock. It was fairly smooth, the fat cum tube clearly visible and just one small crooked vein which helped emphasize that Jonathan's cock was otherwise this silky smooth rock hard pink curved shaft. Yas finally reached the flared mushroom head and circled it flicking his tongue over the piss slit to lick up the glob of the pre cum that was pouring out. The both moaned. Yas at enjoying the taste of the precum and Jonathan at the sensation of his cock first being washed and then slowly swallowed by Yas's very talented mouth. Yas lifted Jonathan's ass and spread the ass checks, fuck it was beautiful - smooth, totally hairless, with this tight dark pink bulls eye. He wanted to taste it. Would it be different from the blonde mans ass? Yas buried his face in Jonathan's hairless crack. His tongue flicked over that sweet dark pink hole. Damn he had wanted to taste this since he had first opened the door and seen this adorable red head. He cupped Jonathan's ass in his hands and lifted the ass higher using his thumbs to spread the cheeks further apart so that he could both admire that beautiful hole and get his tongue deeper into it. Although it took some work, Jonathan had not been fucked in months so the hole was shut tight and was not at all puffy - just a small smooth very tightly closed target. Yas placed the tip of his tongue almost at the bottom of Jonathan's spine and then slowly licked up the crack over the tight pink pucker to right underneath Jonathan's ball sack. Then slooowly back to the base and the spine- and then reversed direction again this time pausing to swirl this tongue around that dark pink circle. Jonathan let out a surprised gasp. He had never been rimmed before. The sensation of Yas's tongue and his stubble was amazing. When they had been kissing Jonathan had not noticed any stubble against the cheeks of his face. But now, clearly his ass cheeks were much more sensitive. It was if he could feel each and every short black stubble. It didn't hurt- it was just one more hither to unknown stimulation that was beginning to overload his brain. Yas continued to slowly work his tongue back and forth from the base of the spine to the base of the hairless ball sack. Then in addition to tracing the outline of Jonathan's sweet hole, Yas started to drill into the hole. To very slowly try and open it. Jonathan now had reached up to grab his own ankles- pulling his legs back and wider apart. The repeated waves of pleasure that washed over his entire body every time Yas's tongue entered into his ass had seemingly stunned him into being unable to articulate in words what he needed. Making his hole more accessible was the only way, aside from his constant incoherent whimpering, that Jonathan could ask Yas to continue what he was doing. And so Yas continued. Until he could get his tongue deep into Jonathan's now welcoming ass. Finally Yas lifted his head up and stared deeply into Jonathan's eyes. They were both panting hard. Eating out Jonathan's ass had been a huge turn on for Yas as well, so that for a moment he too was incapable of speech. Then Yas grabbed Jonathan's ankles and placed them on his shoulders and straighten his back. They were slowly catching their breath but still only able to communicate their mutual hunger for each other silently with their eyes. Without breaking his gaze with Jonathan, Yas took his fist and used it to spread all of the precum that had been leaking out of his piss slit down the shaft of his cock, then spit into his palm and added that to shaft of his cock for lube. He had that bottle of lube in the bedside table drawer - but deep down, instinctively he knew this moment was too special for synthetic lube. Until that night at the 4 Seasons he had also always played safe. All the previous men had been borderline paranoid about insisting on it. But after that night he didn't think about the condoms that were in the drawer next to the lube. Again instinctively he just knew this needed to be natural- so there would be no barriers between himself and Jonathan. He knew they needed to be able to feel everything, share everything. He lined up the head of his cock with Jonathan's hungry hole that was still open and wet with his spit. He pushed. As large and fat as it was, his head popped in fairly easy. Feeling Jonathan's warm wet hole welcoming in his cock sent an electronic current through his whole body. The penetration let Jonathan surface, slightly, "No wait" Jonathan's started to say "I have condoms...." But his voice trailed off. He had never enjoyed getting fucked. He had only done it when he knew that getting fucked himself was the price he needed to pay to fuck a particularly sweet ass. But he had never enjoyed it, in fact normally it hurt. But this- damn, it felt amazing. Being on his back seeing the primal determined hunger in Yas's eyes turned him on. He wanted to get fucked by Yas. But still his mind was getting foggy with lust again, but somehow random thoughts ... "play safe" ... "condoms" ... "important" kept trying come to the surface... He tried to focus, this was important, but he had stared slipping into a deep primal place he had never been to before but he tried to fight back to the surface, to vocalize it "Wait... In my poc..,, ooooohhh that.... Yeeeesss.... no wait, ...cond....ooohh ...wait!.....oh.. Yesss... Feels so goo..... No!... ahh...stop .... no" "Yes" replied Yas "yes, YOU feel so good... THIS feels soooo good...." Yas said as he slowly pushed another few inches of his raw cock into Jonathan's ass, then slowly pulled out. Then pushed in just a bit further- back and fourth, slowly. The fat head of his cock popping in and out of Jonathan's newly opened ass. Yas was right, Jonathon thought, it felt so good. Just the head of Yas', cock popping in and out. Teasing his hole with just a few inches of cock with each thrust before pulling out again. "Oh fuck ya it does ...It, ... You, ....This,... fuck... SOooooo gooood!.....But no... wait... " Jonathan waved his arm off in the direction of the room where somewhere, in his jeans, condoms, in the pocket...he couldn't concentrate. No... must concentrate, wait. Concentrate on what? Oh yes, Yas's cock in his ass. Fuck, this was amazing, why did this fuck seem so wonderful when all the others had hurt,... Yas's cock teasing his ass, he wanted all of it - not just a few inches, But wait. Yas's cock, raw, condom.... They should use them. Yes?? ... No? He tried to come back to the surface where he could think logically, but he kept falling back into that primal dark pool where maybe that didn't matter, all that really mattered was how amazing this all felt. Yas's cock in his ass. Yas reached up and grabbed the waving wrist and brought it back - pinning it to the mattress- over Jonathan's head. Then with his other hand he grabbed Jonathan's other wrist pinning it down too. Jonathan looked up, helpless. Not only physically, but also emotionally pinned down. Yas leaned down, their noses barely touching. "I need you" he whispered "I need THIS!" and with that his hips thrust forward and sank the last 4" of his fat straight naked cock into Jonathan. Jonathan pushed back with his wrists, arched his back and started to let out a scream as he felt the inner depths of his ass ripped open. But before he could let out more that a short "Aaaghh...,," Yas lowered his mouth stifling the agonizing moan by shoving his tongue into Jonathan's open mouth. His cock was all the way in now. Jonathan felt a mass of coarse pubes smashed into his hairless- ass. As Yas pulled out and the slammed home again, and again, and again, Jonathan's moans of pain and discomfort and half mumbled disjointed phrases about "condoms" slowly turned into pleading whimpers as he willingly submitted to Yas's penetration. Yas could feel himself getting close, but wanting this fuck to last longer he broke off the kiss and yanked his cock out of Jonathan's ass and sat back on his haunches. Jonathan let out a whimper when suddenly his ass which had grown to need to be filled with a fat cock was now suddenly empty. They were both panting, silently staring into each others eyes. Yas could see the hunger in Jonathan's eyes. The need to be filled again. That sense of power was intoxicating. Yes the man at the 4 seasons had wanted to get fucked by Yas's. But he hadn't "needed" to be fucked. But he could tell that Jonathan "needed " to be fucked. That made his dick harder and his own need to dominate, to control, to mark, to claim ownership, which until this evening he hadn't even known he had, grow even stronger. "All fours!" was all Yas said. All he could say at the moment. It came out almost as a horse hungry bark, not a question or request, but an order. Not knowing why he did it, just knowing that he needed to, Jonathan complied, quickly, eagerly. He flipped over, his knees spread wide, he rested on his elbows rather than his hands so he could lowered his chest and curve his back, instinctively knowing that this would lift his ass up higher in the air, make it easier for Yas to fuck. Yas could see Jonathan was submitting to him, to his cock, completely, so he lost no time. Before Jonathan had fully "presented himself" as the bitch in heat he was was becoming, Yas lined up his cock and slamming it back into Jonathan's welcoming hole. No slow easy reentry, Yas was too hungry for that kindness. Even though he had already been fucked by that cock for a good while on his back, Jonathan was not used to getting fucked and Yas's sudden brutal stab hurt. Yas pulled out just as abruptly and then re-entered with the same force. The same hard, sharp, stab. Each entry hurt physically ...and mentally. Although Yas did not say anything verbally. With each hard thrust forward. it was as if he was telling Jonathan. "You are a bottom, ....you are JUST a bottom, ....you are here to serve me, ......to take my cock, .....you ...are ...just ...a ....hole, ....a hole to take my cock, .....to pleasure ME,.... this fuck is not about you... IT ...IS...ABOUT....MY....PLEASURE...!!!." But in that he was wrong, Each hard thrust was not only battering Jonathan's ass, each thrust was also like a battering ram pounding away at Jonathan's psyche. Yes, Jonathan had come out to himself at an early age, and was totally comfortable being gay. As a top. A top who kind of liked the taste of cum and so would sometimes suck off the guy he had just fucked. This was different. Yas, Yas? was that his name? Jonathan's thinking part of the brain was still submerged. And why was the guys name important right now- all that mattered was that it had been Yas who had taken charge fairly quickly, confidently. Jonathan had always been the one to lead the way before. But from the moment he had stepped inside the hotel room, something was different. Now he was the submissive partner, following instead of leading, trying to catch up - but always seemingly one step behind. And now here he was ass in the air legs spread, presenting himself like a bitch in heat, wanting, NEEDING to feel a cock inside of him. No, not "a" cock, he needed to feel Yas's cock inside of him. The few times he had been fucked before it had always hurt, but this was different. Yas's cock hurt, but somehow, for some reason, he liked that it hurt. Each brutal thrust of Yas's hips, stabbing his cock inside of him made his own cock harder. He was powerless to resist the onslaught, he just let out a pained whimper with each stab, "Hmmmeph.....hmmmph.....hmmmph. Auungghh." He let out a guttural moan when one unusually hard fuck knocked the wind out of his lungs. All he could do was try and spread his legs a bit wider and curve his spine more to try and raise his ass higher in the air to give Yas better access. Access so Yas's raw dick could penetrate deeper into both Jonathan's ass and now totally defenseless psyche. "Yes" he hissed in reply to Yas's brutal thrusts, alternating with an occasional a whimpery "please." "Yes.....yes.....oh....yes....please.....oh yes.....yes....yes....oh....please....yes.....oh yes....pleeeeesssse...." Yas responded to Jonathan's last desperate "pleeeeessssee" with a hard smack on his ass which made Jonathan reply with another hissed "yesss." They fell into a rhythm, Yas's hard raw dick stabbing into Jonathan's ass, Jonathan's hissed "yes" followed by a hard SMACK on Jonathan's hairless pale white ass as Yas withdrew his cock, ready for another brutal re-entry into Jonathan's desperately eager ass. Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes"... Thrust, "yes," pull out, SMACK, "yes". .....Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yees". ... Thrust ..."oh, YEESS," pull out SMACK, "please".... It became a mantra, seemingly sending them both deeper into that dark pool, deeper in an altered primal state. Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes". ........Thrust, "yes," pull out, SMACK, "yes". .....Jonathan lost all sense of himself as a separate being - he was part of Yas now. No not really - not yet. He was still just a bottom, he was just there to be used....But he wanted, he needed to be part of Yas - to join with him. But something in the back of his brain would not be quiet, every so often he remembered - not consciously - but then finally a thought that started deep down slowly floated nearer to the surface - he sensed it, and then subconsciously realized that Yas was fucking him raw. He had not even had a chance to pull one of the condoms he had brought with him out of his pocket. They were sill there in the pocket of his pants that had been left somewhere on the floor - abandoned in his eagerness to be naked and have sex with Yas. Jonathan distantly remembered trying to ask about them and Yas saying no, they didn't need one. Was that why this fuck was different? - That they were fucking raw? Wait...they should stop. Yas's should put a condom on. He had brought several, just there in his pants pocket. He had tried to point to them hadn't he? Thrust, "hmph, yeeess," pull out, SMACK!, "yesss!". .... He felt his cock jerk up and his ass spasmed at the dim realization that he was having unprotected sex with a stranger. Maybe this was what this was different, there were no barriers between them. Deep in his fuzzy brain the thought tried one last time to fight its way to the surface, they should stop this now. Shouldn't he? Yas pulled his cock all the way out and Thrust forward again, brutally reentering Jonathan's sore and battered hole. "HMMPH", yeeess," pull out, SMACK!, "yesss!". .....with this last brutal recitation of their manta, the last wall broke down in Jonathan. .... He realized that this - Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes". .....This is what sex was about. Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes". .....this was not some generic hook up. This thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes", this was SEX. ....deep and primal - it was REAL. Jonathan realized he didn't want any barriers - he needed this intimacy. He craved the connection, to become one with Yas. As they continued to recite their manta Jonathan's "yes's" became more urgent, more desperate, more pleading. His brain finally turned off. He willingly dove back down into the dark warm pool. Dove deep. Surrendering once and for all to his primal nature. Thrust. "OH YES!!!" ... pull out, SMACK. "YES!" ... THRUST. "oh YES, PLEASE... PLEEEASE...YES." Pull out. SMACK. ... YESSSS!" ... THRUST ... "YES...OH FUCK MEEE!...I NEED YOU INSIDE OF ME...FUCK ME YAS! Please FUCK ME!!!" And so Yas did. THUUUST, "YEEESS!!l but Yas didn't pull out right away this time, instead he bent over Jonathan who felt Yas's breath on the back of his neck. Yas's arm circled Jonathan's neck, and squeezed, pulling Jonathan's head back painfully. Jonathan was sure that his spine - already painfully curved to make his ass easier to penetrate would break - but he didn't care, all he cared about was feeling Yas's hard throbbing cock inside his ass, and wanting desperately to feel him cum. To Cum INSIDE of him, that is what was needed so that Jonathan could be part of Yas... and right now - that was all that mattered. He felt Yas's arm tighten around his neck, beginning to choke off his air. The pressure of Yas's hairy forearm against Jonathan's windpipe replaced the hard smack on the ass in their mantra followed by a now strangled but still hungry pleading yes from Jonathan. THRUST, "Yes," pull out, squeeze..."yees" Thrust, "yes" pull out, squeeze, "yes." ...Thrust, "take me," pull out, squeeze, "yes" .... Thrust, "fuck me," pull out, squeeze, "yes." ...Thrust, "breed me," pull out, squeeze, "ohh." Thrust, "make me yours," pull out, squeeze, "Please, please, take me." Yas again stabbed his cock into Jonathan's abused ass, he could feel how puffy the ass lips were now compared to the tight smooth hole he had first entered. "Yeeeessss please" Jonathan responded in a horse plaintive whisper. This time, Yas again kept his cock buried in the battered hole and kept his arm squeezing Johnathan's neck, but also pulled him up so that they were now both kneeling. Yas's pulled Jonathan close so that he could whisper into his ear "Do you want it?"Thrust. "Yes" Jonathan whispered back. Pull out "Do you?" "Yes, please." Yas kept up a steady tempo, thrusting his raw uncovered cock into Jonathan's warm wet willing hole. Pull out. "Please what?" Thrust "I want" pull out "I need." "What?" "You" "Where?" "In me" "What?", fuck me, cum in me" "Are you sure?" "Yes" "Tell me" "Please" "What?" "Please" "Please what?"...Please...Fuck Me...Fuck Me!" "Ok, get ready" "Take it...take it..aahh... take. ah..it .." Yas's rhythmic thrusts were now just random hard brutal stabs. Ta..ke...aahh..taaah...iit..ah....taakk...take..ta...ta...taa...aarrrghhh!... Take IT!". TAAAKE .. IIIITT!!! Suddenly it was as if every nerve ending of Jonathan's body went into overdrive. He could feel each hair on Yas's powerful to arm that was still wrapped tightly around his neck. He sensed each particle of Yas's breath on his ear as Yas barked that last guttural primal "IIITT!!!" He felt each individual whisker hair on Yas's chin against his neck, Each one of Yas's chest hair as it slid across his sweat soaked back. He could feel each individual pubic hair of Yas's against his smooth ass crack and his battered puffy swollen ass lips. The ridge of Yas's cock head seem to grow larger as to scraped the inner walls of his ass. He could feel each engorged vein of Yas's pulsing cock as it erupted in his ass. Each spurt of Yas's cum as it splattered against the battered walls deep inside of his still hungry ass. Those sensations triggered something. Jonathan let out a strangled "AAAUUUGGZHHHHH" as his entire body convulsed as he felt his own cock erupt - his cum shooting out splattering a massive load over the pillow and the headboard. Yas couldn't believe it - he thought the orgasms he had had at the 4 Seasons had been intense. But shooting his cum into Jonathan's ass had been even better. The climax had shot through his entire body, like a massive earthquake followed by several major aftershocks as he felt his cum shoot deep inside of Jonathan's hungry hole. They both knelt there seemingly glued together panting. Time seemed to stop. The universe seemed to have collapsed into this small spot where they were seemingly glued together panting in unison. Holding each other up. Finally their breathing slowed and then Yas's cock softened enough to slip out of Jonathan's ass and they both collapsed in a tangled heap. As Jonathan lay their panting - It slowly dawned on him what he had been missing with all his suck, fuck, blow and go's. This is what sex was really all about. Before tonight he had considered himself very experienced. But he realized that actually he had been a virgin. Sure he had fucked a lot - a LOT. But he had really never had "SEX" before. Never had he felt this intense connection. The sharing. The give and get. The surrendering to the moment. He looked over at Yas's naked body. Damn he looked hot. Laying on his back, his cock was on his thigh, softened but was still fat and shiny with ass juice and cum. His chest was still rising and falling slightly. There were a few marks forming around Yas's nips and the base of his neck. Good he thought - that is the way it should be after sex. To leave your mark, he was just sorry in away that those marks would be fleeting. While they might be pronounced and even dramatic for a day or two. They would then fade away. He wished there was someway sex could leave a lasting mark, some lasting connection. He wondered what marks, what mementos of this night he would find on his body when he looked in the mirror. After all the fuck-n-go's he had had, he hoped this would not turn into a amazing-sex-n-go. He wanted to stay. he wanted to taste what Yas tasted like after sex. What would a round two be like with a guy? Yas looked over at Jonathan. Fuck that was amazing. He had thought that the 4 Seasons had been the best that sex could be but this had been even better and somehow he knew that the next time would be even better. He was afraid to look at the clock afraid at how late it probably was. He should send Jonathan home so he could try and get some sleep before tomorrow's opening session, But he didn't want the evening to end. He wanted more. He took one more lingering gaze at Jonathan's lean body. Jonathan was going to have a huge hickey on his neck down where it met the shoulder. And his nips were pretty chewed up. Then down to the beautiful cock. It had softened but was still engorged with a little cum still leaking out of the pink piss slit and pooling on Jonathan's flat hairless stomach. He wanted to taste it. But no. He should send Jonathan home as he needed his sleep and he knew he would never get any with this sexy guy in his bed. Damn that was a beautiful cock, he wanted to get fucked by it, to feel it inside of him. But NO - he needed to try and get some sleep. He should tell Jonathan that this had been really really hot but he should go. Now. He rolled over on his side so he could look Jonathan in the eyes when he told him he needed to leave. As he opened his mouth to speak, Jonathan's reached over and gently wrapped around his fingers around Yas's plump cock. As he felt his cock begin to stiffen his will weakened, Instead he asked, "You don't have to leave right away do you?"