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I had a long layover in Phoenix Friday night. On Thursday I was cruising profiles on BBRT and hit up a hot daddy profile. Turns out he's married to another daddy top. One of them was out of town but returning Friday, so we made tentative plans to get together. I messaged them on Friday and agreed to meet, I'd take an Uber to their place at 8pm. I arrived and was greeted by both of them and led to the kitchen and they told me to undress. Then they led me to the bedroom and told me to kneel. I did and the first fat dick was put in my mouth. I didn't suck him long before the second fat dick was in my mouth. A couple of minutes later we were all on the bed, me in between the two of them. I'd roll to my right and make out with one, then roll to my left and make out with the other. Eventually I was pulled up on all fours and given a bottle of poppers. I took a big hit and one of them spit on my hole and slowly slid in balls deep. They took turns with me in that position, pounding me hard. The first one dumped a load and the second quickly slid in fucking me and enjoying my wet hole until he finally dumped his load. I started sucking the first one again getting him hard, and he fucked me some more but didn't cum again. The second one fucked me again and gave me another load. I'd taken 3 loads in about an hour. One of them offered to drive me back to my hotel, and agreed to get together again.

Apologies for the long gaps in new chapters. I work full time and have a partner that needs taking care of. I get into funks where it is hard for me to find the energy to write but I do intend to finish this story before I die. Fortunately I have quite a few years. This chapter doesn't have a lot of penetrative sex, but it sets up tings to come/cum. I find I enjoy writing the story more than the blow by blow of sex. Hope you still find it erotic. **** Freshman Project: Jason (Part 6) The routine for the next two weeks was basically a repeat of that first Monday session. Jason came over every other day for training. Blake always found some reason to discipline Jason and the boy was learning to enjoy the mix of pleasure and pain that resulted from the spankings or from the flogger that Blake used on his back. One of the reasons to punish the twink is when he had his first hands free cum while getting fucked with a dildo. He had tried to ask permission, but Blake had denied it while still continuing to work the boy’s prostate. After that session, Blake had locked up Jason’s small cock in a chastity cage, telling him that it was to constantly remind him that his purpose was to provide pleasure to real men like Blake and not to be focused on his own pleasure. Blake also introduced Jason to bondage during the second week by tying the boy to the bed and blindfolding him. First Jason was tied face down while his ass was worked over by a larger dildo than he had previously taken. This one, which Jason was not allowed to see, was actually one that was a custom made model from a cast of Blake’s cock. Seeing the boy be able to take ‘his cock’ with just a little bit of discomfort convinced Blake the freshman was ready for the real thing. Also during the sessions, Blake was working on by the boy’s mind. Telling him what a good slut he was, and how it was his purpose in life to be fucked by real men. Blake told him that he would never be satisfied with just one cock, he would need a constant stream of cock to satisfy his ass. At the end of their session on Thursday night of the second week, Blake had Jason sit down next to him on the couch. “So Jason, our session is over for tonight. I don’t have any travel or swim meets this weekend and I wanted to know if you wanted to go to a rave up in the city with me on Saturday night, you know, like a date,” said Blake as he reached over gently ran his hand over the boy’s blushing cheek and through his brown hair which was starting to get wavy as it continued to grow out. “A date?” croaked Jason. He had been starting to fear that Blake was only interested in him as a sexual plaything, a toy to be used. While Jason was enjoying that, he also wanted something more than that. Despite what Blake had been saying about needing lots of cock, at this point Jason still just wanted one, he wanted Blake’s even if it meant taking it bare. “Yeah, you know, we can take the train up to the city, grab a light dinner, then there is a gay bar I know where I can get you in, then we can go the rave which starts around midnight, dance through the night, and take the train back down in the morning. I really like you and want to hang out, even if we aren’t having sex, although you might want to rinse out before we head up there, just in case,” said Blake, winking at the last part. Jason tried to hide his excitement, “Uh, okay yeah I guess.” Blake laughed and pulled the boy in for a deep passionate kiss. “You guess?” he said when he broke the kiss. “Yes, I meant yes,” said Jason laughing as well, “What should I wear?” Blake got up and went into his bedroom and pulled a small rainbow jockstrap out of his drawer of clothes he had bought for the use of his various boys. He returned to the living room and tossed it to Jason. “Wear this, a pair of nice jeans, a clean t-shirt, and your school hoodie, you’ll look like just what you are, a super cute college boy twink.” Saturday evening Jason stood waiting for Blake at the train station. He was dressed as requested and had also made sure he was all clean, inside and out. He had put the larger plug back into place after cleaning out to make sure his virgin ass was lubed up and loose. He didn’t know if Blake was going to want to fuck him tonight, but he was ready for it. He had made up his mind, he would let Blake fuck him and do it raw. He wanted, no needed, to feel the hunk’s thick cock sliding into his ass. He wanted his Master to truly own him and be a part of him. Jason arrived at the train station before Blake. There were about a dozen students hanging around waiting for the train up to the city. Jason avoided eye contact, he was sure that if anyone looked at him they would know he was hoping to head up to the city for sex. He was relieved when Blake arrived. Blake was wearing jeans and a swim team sweatshirt over what Jason expected was one of the tight fitting underarmor shirts he favored. He also had a backpack on that looked full. Jason tried to play he cool, he gave a wave and said, “What’s up Blake.” Blake smiled and walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. He grabbed the freshman by the back of the head and gave him a hard kiss. Jason’s body reacted as it had been trained, melting into the big jock’s body and kissing him back while his brain was screaming at acting like a fag in in front of all these other students. “Hey babe, you ready for our date?” asked Blake loudly. Jason blushed as he noticed several of the women that had been checking Blake out give looks of disappointment. “Yes, Sir, uh Blake,” sputtered Jason, not sure what to call this senior jock that had taken control of him. “Blake while we are around normies in public,” said Blake as he winked. Just then the trained pulled into the station on its way north. Blake took Jason’s hand and led him onto the train. The took seats and made some ideal conversation for the near hour long trip north. Blake asked Jason about his classes and other mundane topics. Once they arrived in the city Blake took Jason to a place that made really good salads. He explained that they would be doing Ecstasy at the rave, so they needed to eat light. After dinner Blake took Jason to a bar on Folsom Street. There was a large black man checking ID’s at the door. Blake saw that Jason was nervous as they approached the door. He bought his arm around Jason and nearly dragged him to the door. “Hey Deshawn, is Jerry here yet?” asked Blake, clearly knowing the bouncer. “Yeah Blake, he’s expecting you,” answered the bouncer. He looked over at Jason smiled. Jason shivered, he had the sense that this is what an antelope felt when getting stalked by a lion. “This one legal?” Deshawn asked. “Not to drink, but he ain’t going to get anyone on a registry. Besides, he isn’t drinking tonight and I’m only sharing his mouth tonight,” said Blake giving a little laugh. “Pity, I would love to have enjoyed his ass on my break, but I wouldn’t mind raping that throat of his,” said Deshawn as pulled back the leather curtain that covered the doorway and waived them inside. The inside of the bar was dark and the place was about half full as it was still early. House music pumped out of the speakers at a level where it could be heard but still allowed conversation. There were two levels with the main bar on the first level then stairs halfway back that led up to another area of the bar. There were several TV’s playing porn. The porn was a mix of twinks, leather daddies, and muscle bears depending on which screen you were looking at, none of the performers were wearing condoms. Blake led Jason past the bar and the coat check that was next to the stairs. They headed to the up the stairs to the upper area. There was a lot of benches along the wall where people were sitting, drinking and talking. Jason realized that the upper area was a lot larger as it extended out sideways where as the front part of the bar had been narrow. Jason noticed there was another doorway with a leather curtain on it at the back end of the upper area. Blake went over to one of the benches and set his backpack down. He dug through the backpack and pulled some things out. Jason wasn’t paying attention though as his focus was still on checking the place out. Most of the guys here were wearing some type of leather, fetish gear, or uniform. They ranged from a few twinks to mostly older men. They were all shapes and sizes. Jason heard someone saying “strip” but continued checking out the crowd. A gentle slap across the face brought his focus back to Blake. “I said STRIP,” said Blake, clearly annoyed that Jason had missed the command the first time. Jason’s training instantly kicked in and he quickly stripped off his hoodie and shirt. He folded them neatly at set them down next to Blake’s backpack. He was about to start on his jeans, when Blake gave him more instructions, “Take your shoes off but put them back on after you take your jeans off. Leave the jockstrap on.” Jason did as he was ordered. He was glad the bar was fairly dark, he could just imagine how bright red he was from the embarrassment of standing in a public bar in just a jockstrap. He could tell that he had drawn the attention of quite a few of the patrons. “Sorry gentlemen, this one’s taken tonight,” said Blake as he pulled a leather collar out of his backpack. “Present,” he barked at Jason. The freshman was grateful for all the training Blake had done with him. He found it easy to fall back into the subby headspace and just follow his Master’s orders. He assumed the position, should width stance, chest out, head up, eyes down, his arms behind his back at the waist. “Good Boy,” said Blake, smiling. He fastened the collar around the boy’s neck. He then took a small padlock out of the backpack and locked the collar. “A locked collar lets everyone know that a Boy is taken. Most respectful men will not touch you without getting your Master’s permission first. Still some less respectful men will still want to cope a feel. If they do you will let them. If anyone asks for a blow job, you will give them one. If anyone tries to take out your plug or put anything in your ass, you yell ‘FIRE’ repeatedly as loud as you can. Any questions?” “Yes, Sir. Why fire?” asked Jason confused. “Because if you yell for help or scream rape, it will just draw a bigger crowd, while yelling fire will get staff’s attention that something is wrong. No one here wants this place going up in flames. Now let me grab one more thing from the backpack and then I want you to put your clothes in the backpack and take it to the coat check,” said Blake. “Um, Sir, how much should I tip the coat check, er, slave?” asked Jason. “When you give him the bag, tell him your Master didn’t give you any tip money but instructed you to offer him a blowjob instead. If he takes you up on the offer, you do what he asks, but remember, nobody removes your plug or puts anything in your ass. You are to do anything else he or any other employee requests, you got that? I know everyone that works in this bar. If you don’t do what they say, I’ll know.” “Yes Sir,” said Jason meekly. This was not how he was expecting his ‘date’ with Blake to go when he had been fantasizing about it the last few days. He watched as Blake reached into the bag and pulled out a metal tin, it looked like one of those butter cookie tins that everyone’s grandmother used for sowing supplies. “Now put your clothes in the bag and take it to the coat check Boy. I have some business to attend to with the manager of the bar. I’ll be back in a few minutes, after you are done at the coat check go the bar and tell the bartender you are Blake’s Boy, then do whatever he says.” “Yes Sir,” said Jason. The lack of enthusiasm in his voice was clearly obvious because Blake frowned. The jock grabbed the twink’s collar and pulled the boy in close, “Listen Jason, I know you want me, I know you think you want to spend the rest of your life devoted to me. I’d like that, but you have to know, this is who I am. This is my world. I am not monogamous. I don’t want to be with anyone who wants only to be with me. I’m a kinky ass fucker. If you are going to be with me, you will need to share me and share yourself to whoever I want. I know you grew up thinking being gay was bad, that all gays were going to get HIV and die. Well, everyone is going to die someday, and HIV is treatable, so why not enjoy the fuck out of life while we have it. Do you want to spend your life worrying about what other people think about you or do you want live it to its fullest and have more fucking fun that you have ever known?” Jason’s mind worked furiously to process everything that Blake was saying. What stuck out to him was Blake saying that he would like have Jason spending the rest of his life devoted to him, but that he had to share, both Blake and himself with others. He recognized the tone and way Blake had addressed him, not as Master but as an equal. “Yes Blake, I understand. I want to have fun. I’ll do what you say Sir.” “Good now go have fun, but remember no one fucks you. You are my Boy and I’m going to be the one that takes your virginity, you got that?” asked Blake. “Yes SIR!” exclaimed Jason enthusiastically. “Good Boy,” said Blake. Then then grabbed Jason by the back of his head, getting a fist full of the boy’s hair and pulling him in for a hard kiss. The kiss lasted for almost a minute as Blake devoured the boy’s mouth. When Blake finally released Jason. There were several men standing close by groping their crotches as they watched the older college boy dominating and making out with the nearly naked young twink was clearly not old enough to be in the bar. Jason’s small cock was straining inside it cage. He could understand how he could be so turned and so humiliated at the same time. He was standing in jockstrap, wearing a cage, and a butt plug in the middle of a bar with a bunch of older men [banned word] on him while being ordered around like a slave. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused on his orders. The rest of the bar faded except for Blake faded away as he did as he was told. He packed his clothes up in the backpack and then turned to head down to the coat check. He noticed that Blake was already headed back behind the bar and through a door that read “Staff Only”. Several of the men stayed and watched Jason as he was packing the backpack. They all seemed to recognize and respect the locked collar. One did say, “If you ever want a new Daddy, give me a call,” as he slipped a business card into the strap of his jockstrap. The coat check was staffed by another twink that was a few years older than Jason, although he looked like he had lived a rougher life than Jason. He was wearing a dirty stained jockstrap and had a collar on as well, but his wasn’t locked. Jason noticed he had a few scabs on his body and seemed to have a bunch of marks on the inside of his arms. He handed the backpack to the young man. The coat check boy seemed to recognize either the bag or him cause as he grabbed the backpack he said, “You must be Blake’s new Boy. My name’s Greg, what’s yours?” “Um, Jason,” replied the freshman. “Cool, nice to meet you Jason. No charge for you since your with Blake. But tips are appreciated,” said Greg. “Well, he didn’t give me tip money but told me to offer you a blowjob instead. He said to do whatever you wanted as long as you didn’t take out my plug or put anything up my ass,” said Jason. He was still shy and nervous even though he was standing in just a jockstrap and collar in the bar. It helped that the guy was talking with was dressed similarly. “Sweet, I don’t get many breaks back here, come on in,” said Greg as he opened the bottom half of the coat check door. He put the backpack on a counter in the back of the room, leaving room for Jason to enter the small room. He pushed pass Jason and closed the half door with them both inside. Greg leaned against the wall sideways with his left shoulder towards the open half door. “Get on your knees bitch,” he said to Jason. Jason’s let his mind go and went back to his training. He got down on his knees, “Yes Sir.” Greg laughed, “I ain’t no Sir, call me Greg, but just cause I’m not a Sir doesn’t mean you ain’t my bitch right now.” The well used twink reached down and pulled the pouch of his jockstrap to the side revealing a large cock that was stuffed into a small black metal chastity cage that held the shaft in a small tube. Jason looked up in confusion. Greg smiled down at the young naive college boy. This boy was going to a school that cost more money that Greg had ever seen in his lifetime. “Like I said, I don’t get many breaks and I have piss badly. Get your mouth on the end of the cage and be my urinal. I know Blake, you’ve tasted his piss, time for you to drink mine.” Jason hesitated, sure he had perved on Blake’s piss stained jock before but he had never drank his piss. Yet Greg seemed confident that if he was Blake’s Boy, that he would have drunk Blake’s piss before. He wondered if drinking his piss is something that Blake would want or expect from him. He would gladly drink Blake’s piss if he asked him to, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to would he drink this stranger’s piss. Yet he remembered, Blake had ordered him to do whatever he was asked as long as he kept his virginity intact for Blake to take. Apparently he waited too long as Greg grabbed his hair and pulled his head over to his caged cock, “Fucking drink it pig or you’re going to wear it and then have to lick it up off the floor.” Jason grabbed the man’s thighs then quickly wrapped his lips around the end of the cage. A second later his mouth was filled with piss as the older twink let go. Jason had, like most boys, tasted his own pee before, and knew there was something different about this piss, but he didn’t want to be covered in piss the rest of the night, so he drank it all down. “Ah thanks dude, I needed that,” said Greg after he was finished relieving himself into the what he figured was a spoiled rich college boy’s mouth. “It’s been a day or so, but there might still be a bit of a fun time in there for you,” he said with a laugh. “What do you mean?” asked Jason not understanding. “I did meth a few days ago, so there might still be some in my piss is what I mean you stupid kid. Now get out of here,” said Greg as he shoved Jason to the side, knocking him over. Greg opened the bottom door and held it up as Jason picked himself off the floor and scrambled out of the coat check room. Greg’s laughter followed behind Jason as he made his way over to the bar as Blake had instructed. He wondered what effect if any the meth tainted piss would have on him. He got to the bar and waved his hand to get the attention of the bartender. The bartender finished pouring the drinks he was working on then came over to Jason. “What? I ain’t serving you regardless of how good a fake ID you may flashed Deshawn,” said the bartender. “No sir, I don’t want to order anything, I’m Blake’s Boy,” said Jason. “Oh, okay, well get back here and sit over there,” said the bartender pointing to a stool on the inside of the bar at the far end. Jason obeyed and went behind the bar and sat of the stool. It drove the plug into his ass, which made his cock twitch inside his cage. So far he wasn’t feeling any effects from the piss. The bartender served a couple more men that were waiting them came over and handed him a couple gummies. “Blake said to give these to you when you came over. I think they are pot gummies.” Jason took the gummies and ate them. He was already very much into his subby head space and went along with what was asked. About ten minutes later, it was getting hard for Blake to tell time, he was definitely feeling something but he wasn’t sure if it was from the piss or the gummies, he felt a large hand grab his shoulder. He snapped his head up to see who it was. Deshawn was standing over him. “I’m on break boy, let’s head to the backroom,” said Deshawn as he put his hand on the back of Jason’s neck. Jason got to his feet and almost feel. “Mmmm, that’s what I like to see, I nice fucked up boy. I can’t wait to have some fun with you,” said the large black man as he helped stabilize the boy. He lead Jason up the stair and through the leather curtain into the backroom. While the bar had been dark, the backroom was almost pitch black. From what Jason could make out, it was a maze of wooden panels painted black in the middle with booths around the out walls. Deshawn led him into one booths. “Get down on your knees bitch,” ordered Deshawn. Jason obeyed. “Open my pants and get my dick out slut.” Jason dropped to his knees and reached up, undoing his the man’s belt and opening his pants. Deshawn adjusted his pants down a bit so they revealed his large package help in place by his jockstrap. Without even thinking Jason buried his nose into the man’s pouch, smelling his musk. He ran his tongue over the fabric tasting the man’s essence. He reached up and pulled the jockstrap down, freeing the monster cock. It was much bigger than Blake’s. “Yeah you southern cracker bitch, suck that big black cock,” said Deshawn. Jason took the head of the cock into his mouth as he grabbed it with a hand. He could feel it stiffen in his hand as he licked and suck the head. It soon grew enough that he could wrap both hands around it as he fit as much as he could in his mouth. Once it was fully hard, probably around eleven inches, Deshawn grabbed the boy’s armpits and pulled him up to his feet. “I’m going to fuck that tight virgin ass of your boy and ruin for Blake’s small white boy cock,” growled Deshawn as he spun the boy around and pressed his face against the side wall of the booth. He reached his hand down and started to pull the plug out of the boy’s ass. Jason was feeling the effects of the weak chem piss and the pot gummies that were starting to kick. He was so fucking horny and wanted desperately to lose his virginity, but something cut through those horny thoughts, Blake’s order to not let anyone remove his plug or put anything in ass. “No, don’t. My Master said no,” begged Blake. “Your what?” asked Deshawn. “My Master, Blake, he owns me and I’ll do whatever he says. He said I can’t let anyone play with my ass. He wants to take my virginity, please don’t,” said Jason. “But you want it don’t you boy, you want this big black cock up your ass. If you it were up to you, you would let me fuck ruin your tight little hole and cum inside you. Then you’d let all the dirty old perverts in this bar take their turns shooting their cum inside you. You wouldn’t say no and you wouldn’t insist on a condom, would you, you fucking slut,” said Deshawn into Jason’s ear as he pinned the boy’s body up against the wall, his huge hard cock pressed against the smaller boy’s back. “Yes, yes I do, but please no,” admitted Jason. “Fine,” sighed Deshawn as he stepped back and freed the boy. Jason fell to his knees and his head was quickly grabbed by the bouncer who forced his dick back into the boy’s mouth. He faced fucked the boy hard. It was way more cock than Jason had ever sucked before, which was just Blake’s. He did his best, but there was a lot of choking and gagging. Deshawn didn’t care, he had many a drugged up white boy choking on his cock before. He just focused on getting as much down the boy’s throat as he could until he was ready to cum. When he felt his load ready to be released he pulled out and stroked himself until he shot a huge load all over the college twink. After he finished shooting his load all over Jason, he pulled the boy up to his feet by his hair. He then led the boy out the backroom and over to wear Blake had left him to pack up the backpack in the upper room. Blake was sitting on the bench drinking a cocktail. “So did he let you fuck him?” asked Blake. Deshawn sneered at Blake, “No, he wanted it bad. He probably would have kept saying no as I raped him, but I don’t rape boys, they got to beg for it. Here you go, you won.” The large bouncer, who was probably twice the size of the jock, pushed Jason over to Blake. He reached into his pants and pulled out some cash and tossed it to Blake then turned and headed towards the front door, his break over. Jason was confused, but happy to be back with Blake. The jock pulled him in between his legs and hugged him. “I’m so proud of your Boy. You did a great job of following your orders. I have just one question for you, if Deshawn and not stopped, would you have yelled ‘FIRE’ or would you have let him rape you? Be honest,” asked Blake as he hugged the boy and rubbed his back, running his hands down to his ass and playing with the plug. Jason moaned as his Blake played with his plug. He was torn, he didn’t know how to respond as he didn’t know what answer Blake wanted. The words “be honest” resonated with him. “I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have stopped him, I want it so bad, I need it. He talked about letting the whole bar fuck me and cum inside me. I wanted it so badly. I’m sorry,” said Jason, sobbing. “I’m so proud of you Jason. I would have loved to see you taking load after load from random strangers, that would have been so hot. I’m glad you think it is hot as well. Someday we will do it together but for now its time to head over to the dance. Go fetch my backpack Boy,” said Blake. Blake recognized the order. He was definitely feeling the effects of the drugs, but at this point it mainly was the pot and Jason was used to serving Blake while stoned. “Yes, Sir,” he said then headed down the coat check. Greg was all business and immediately retrieved Blake’s backpack when he saw Jason approaching. He handed Jason the bag, “I can’t wait to party with you more.” Jason grabbed the backpack and returned to Blake, handing it to him. Blake pulled out Jason’s clothes and set them down on the bench. “Go ahead and put your clothes back on. I’d love to show my sexy boy off and have your parade down the street naked, something we will have to do next year at Dore and Folsom, but its a little chilly tonight.” As Jason was putting his clothes back on, he noticed that Blake put a large manila envelope that seemed to be stuffed full into the backpack. Once Jason was dressed, Blake put the backpack on then lead the boy over to the bar. Blake motioned for the bartender who immediately came over. “What you need Blake?” He asked. “Two bottles of water, please Adam,” said Blake. The bartender pulled out two bottles and handed them to the jock. Blake handed one bottle to Jason as he reached into his pocket a pulled out a baggie that some large pills, about the size of SweetTarts. He took two out. “Open your mouth Boy,” he instructed Jason. Jason did as order. Blake put on the of the tablets in his Jason’s mouth then put the other in his own. He drank it down with a mouthful of water as he motioned for Jason to do the same. Without any hesitation, Jason took a swig off his water bottle and washed the bill down. “Sir, can I ask what that was?” “That was some fucking prime MDMA, X, ecstasy. In about an hour from now you are going to be feeling better than you ever have and we are going to be shaking our asses off at the rave. Let’s get going,” replied Blake as he led his slave from the bar and onward to his next adventure.

I haven't written anything in a while and I really liked a story ijoey posted so this is my take on it from one of the other character's point of view. Pozzed, Two For One By austin_submale, inspired by a story posted by ijoey So my boyfriend went out last night bar hopping. I was in my room on the computer watching pr0n when he came in and I heard his moans and the grunts of a top guy and the slaps which meant they were fucking hard. I went out to check out the action and I noticed my bf was bent over the ottoman taking an obviously large and raw dick. I said "Get it!" and plopped down on the sofa to enjoy the live action pr0n. Much better than video on the computer. The top guy rode him hard for another 20 minutes obviously dumping two loads deep into my bf's eager ass before he pulled out and laid down with his 9 inch cock still half hard laying between his legs. After he caught his breath he got up and hit the bathroom and I could hear the shower as he took a quick rinse while my bf went to his room to get cleaned up. When the top guy came out I was still on the couch and said "Sounded and looked like you guys had fun.” He just smirked and said "We did.". A minute later my bf came out of his room in just a towel and kissed him right in front of me. My bf said “I’m gonna shower—feel free to head out.” like he was dismissing him. Before the guy had a chance to leave I got up and grabbed him through his towel and gave him a deep kiss. His dick got hard again instantly so I pulled him into my room. I bent over the bed right away and just shot him a cocky little grin without saying a word. He immediately let his towel drop and walked up behind me sliding his rigid dick right into my hole. He was obviously still worked up from round one with my bf. I let out a low moan and pushed back against him greedy for that big dick. It was raw, fast, and filthy — exactly the kind of unexpected moment that makes your whole night. If I only knew how filthy it was really. He kept one hand on my lower back, the other gripping my hips as he drove into me, both of us trying to stay quiet but totally failing. We could still hear the shower running down the hall, which only made it hotter — knowing we were racing the clock. He finished deep inside me, breathing heavy against my back. I looked over my shoulder and said, “This’ll be our little secret,” I've done this many times before after my bf went out and picked someone up. “Oh, you have no idea” he flashed back with a wink. We heard the shower turn off, and he scrambled to grab his clothes, and slipped out just as my bf came out of the bathroom. He didn’t say a word—just smiled and left. Honestly? Best night I’ve had in a long time. I've been hoping my bf will go out bar hopping and bring that guy back home again, but we've both just come down with a little case of the flu so it will have to wait until next weekend I guess.

I’m very upfront with a bottom when I’m topping. I do NOT use condoms so if you want me to fuck you, I will be breeding your hole. I shoot huge loads and I don’t pull out!

I was horned the other night and some dude gave me his building address on Grindr after the bars closed. Called a ride share and went to the address assuming he'd give me the apartment number by the time I got there. No answer, ghosting, dude hasn't been on the app in 20min. Fell asleep? Ugh. I was waiting outside for 5 min or so trying to contact the guy, when a car left the building. I slipped into the parking garage and make my way into the courtyard. I wander the building while waiting for a response and see if anyone seems up or any door are unlocked or open (ya'll know how late night random hookups go). I make it to the 3rd and final floor and notice a door slightly ajar and peek in. The faint sound of porn playing and the glow of the TV in the dark had me assuming it's the dude I was messaging. I slip in quietly and see someone sitting on the couch jerking off to porn. I slowly approach and he freaks out when he notices me. "Sorry, I thought this was my friends place." I say and back up toward the door. Before I walk out he gestured me over and said "close the fucking door." !!! I get close to him and he sits back on the couch stroking his dick. The moans of porn played in the background and I watch for a few seconds as he tosses his head back and closes his eyes. "Suck it faggot!" he said. I go to down on his throbbing uncut 6" to 7" latin cock. He was already leaking pre-cum as I slobbered on it. He bust a thick juicy load down my throat then immediately tells me "get the fuck out." I walk out and check my phone. The original Grindr dude apologizes and tells me that fell asleep and [ maybe we can hookup another time ] ... I told him I'm near, but he said he's too tired. I honestly wasn't entirely sure I didn't just swallow his load since we didn't share face photos. I leave the building and while waiting on my ride-share home I ask the guy his APT # outta curiosity. It was on the 1st floor. Ha. Felt satisfied with cum still on my lips.

Yesterday at the Capitol Bate Club in DC. First time there. I had no idea that fucking took place there, but I wound up breeding a guy and getting two loads up my ass.

A horse market type event in DC .. fucked 6 bred two ...

Foremost, nothing has actually been cut, so that's an inaccurate claim. Secondarily, you mention the deportation of "slave labourers". It interesting that the Democrats of the 1860's who were largely pro-slavery plantation owners in the Southern US and Democrats of 2025 are making very similar arguments of "who's going to pick our (insert cotton or produce here)?" So I don't mean to be crass but are you suggesting that we should be keeping people here in poor working conditions being paid low wages because we need them to do work? Then let's look at the "already biting costs of food & other items necessary for a reasonable quality of daily life". When did those costs really begin to inflate? I seem to recall that wasn't until Mr. Biden had been in office for more than a year. As for tariffs...I seem to be reading these to already be in negotiation. Our treasury secretary is meeting with China's representatives, and that's actually resulted in a major reduction of the tariffs before those can have major impact. But hey, which is better? Being able to buy cheap shit made in China by abusing intellectual property or having fair reciprocal trade rules? I'll take the latter every day, twice on Sunday. And where is the proof of that claim? If I were to sit here and make such a claim in a post, I can guarantee that I'd both be downvoted AND get penalty points on the post, but it's interesting that the counter-argumenters can make those claims scot free. So there's no proof of your claim of insider trading, though Nancy Pelosi and her cohorts in Congress seem to always have the inside track on good stock deals. Things that make you go Hmmmm... And I should point out that the same offer of the 747 was made to Biden, who turned it down. Trump accepted it. Up to our DOJ to make a determination of any gift given to the American government, but let' go back about 8 years to a discussion of replacing Air Force One. This was supposed to have cost billions of dollars and taken considerable time to do until Trump made a recommendation that would have reallocated another 747 that could be used more quickly. Eight years on, where's the new Air Force One? Didn't happen either. As for an arms deal, who benefits from that? Oh right! All those defense contractors who actually build that stuff, so it's revenue to them, not to Trump. He's just the guy that helped seal the deal for the Middle East nations to cozy up as our ally and buy from us. But would buying from Russia be better in your view? China? I think companies like Northrop Grumman and Lockheed Martin would beg to differ. So If I were to make an outrageous claim, I need to substantiate it with all sorts of facts and references to make my point, but the counter-argument gets to go absolutely nuts because...well, it's Trump and people should hate him. But already you've gotten timing wrong on inflation and the like, neglecting to mention key facts, and you really want to suggest that you should get a free pass? And while you cite media, let's clarify that you're speaking of the same media that tried to gaslight the American people on Joe Biden's cognitive issues for months (MSNBC's Joe Scarborough's 'this is the best Joe Biden ever', etc.) only to come back when challenged on why they didn't do their job as journalists only to say that "(they're) looking forward" (Senator Schumer) or "these are backward looking statements" (Gov JB Pritzker). Then we have people like CNN's Jake Tapper who completely neglected coming clean about Biden's condition in order to write his tell-all admitting that he wasn't all there. You're talking about that media, right? Can you see why people in the US have an overwhelming distrust of the information they're getting from the media because of how that same media wants to craft its own narrative? Not all of them. You have a majority of Republicans in both houses, so you'd think all those folks would easily rubber stamp anything this President has done. Why then do we not have this "Big Beautiful Bill" or actual legislation crafted around all of these Executive Orders that the President has signed? Would it not stand to reason that if they were all standing behind him they'd be crafting laws to codify those orders? And why hasn't that even happened? I'll be clear. I'm not a Democrat. I can't tell you a single thing that they stand for other than screaming about Trump. But I think the Republicans have already had time to act on all of this stuff and haven't, so they're feckless too. So we may not be in total agreement, but we aren't in polar disagreement either and I think we can have spirited discussion based on the facts. And I'll be the first to say "you're right" when you have me on it. Just don't think that's slam dunk simple. 😀

Chapter 8 – Back to the Blindfold Chapters 1 through 7 recount an evening with Alex, a long-time friend of mine. He wanted me to be just a hole for as many men as possible to come over. We’re in his playroom and I’ve been fisted and fucked by six guys so far. The last one jacked off in my ass and blew his load before going to work. Alex and I are on the bed. He’s trying to get someone over and I’m relaxing (or as much as someone can relax with a massive dildo in their ass). Alex was really working the apps. He told me he was talking to a few guys, but we knew many of them would turn out to be flakes. He had pics of me getting deep-fisted and double-fisted that he would send out to weed out the timid. That, plus the suggestion that we might be using some stimulants, should keep away the meek. I was zoning out, relaxing with my feet on the bed so that my ass was exposed. It also helped to accommodate the size of the dildo inside me. Alex would occasionally turn it around and pull it back and forth while cruising the apps. My arms were behind my head, and I was enjoying the quiet and the scent of raw sex in the room. My pits smelled amazing, and Alex was also giving off a heady aroma. We took advantage of the downtime to rehydrate, too. “I got someone. He says he’s about 30 minutes away. He wants you really spun and blindfolded when he gets here.” That’ll get me going again! We decided a bump would be good for me, and then we’d smoke some more. I’d be spun out of my mind by the time he got here. I raised my ass so Alex could pull the Mare Maker out of me. A huge gush of lube and ass slime came out with it, but we had laid down some absorbent pads earlier so all was good. Alex picked out a shard and stuck it up my ass, followed by my trusty butt plug. I also chose one for him and shoved it into his sweet hole. His hole had just been used a bit, so it was still pretty tight. He didn’t need a plug, but I shoved one in his ass anyway. Then we blew clouds for a while. At this point, I was spun out of my mind. I don’t think I’d ever consumed that much T in a session, and it had to be oozing out of my pores. I could only imagine how concentrated my piss would be when I finally let it fly. Since he wanted me blindfolded, Alex led me back to the sling. I climbed in, and he securely fastened my feet in the stirrups. My hands were left free. As of now, I wasn’t blindfolded. I’d put that on when the guy rang the doorbell. “He told me to make sure you’re well lubed, so I’m gonna pack in some Slam Dunk.” He pulled out the plug, then I felt more of the thick creamy goop being added to my ass. There was already a good bit of that and X-Lube in there, but topping it up made sense. You can never have too much lube when you’re fisting! Once he put a good amount of Slam Dunk in my ass, Alex lubed up his arm. This would help to distribute the cream and be fun while we waited. He slid into my ass with no hesitation. Spun as I was, my ass was an open playground. He spent most of his time about wrist deep. A few times, he delved past my second hole, and it was terrific. I was so spun out, and he’d have me do poppers before he went that deep. My body was electrified by his actions. Then, the doorbell rang. Alex pulled out quickly (luckily, he wasn’t too deep) and told me to put the blindfold on. He grabbed some towels to wipe off his hands and went to answer the door. I put on the blindfold and waited. They seemed to be gone for a long time but my sense of time was totally fucked. Then, I heard them coming down the hall. The guy said how eager he was to play with a bottom who could take a lot of ass work. Then, another guy responded that guys like that were hard to find. I guess this was another duo coming to work my ass. When they walked in, I was laying in the sling with my ass spread wide open. My arms were behind my head, and the blindfold was over my eyes. I may not be the fittest or best-looking guy, but this felt damn sexy! Clearly, the new guys agreed. One of them let out a whistle, followed by a “Damn!” when he saw me. “Fuck, yeah, we got a puffed-out hole to work on!” Alex suggested they smoke some before starting. They said they had already smoked some but would be okay with some more. I heard the click of the torch, the crackles as the T melted, and then the long, slow inhalation. It was later followed by the blowout. Of course, the smell of the T permeated the room, too, getting me even more excited. Someone placed the pipe at my lips, and I took in a huge hit, held it, then blew it out. Two more hits were provided to me, and I was in the stratosphere. Somone poked a finger in my ass and moved it around. “Yeah, he’s well lubed.” I heard the lube bottle being opened, then the squishy sounds as lube was distributed over hands. Next, I felt some fingers probing my hole. “You ready, hole? I have big hands.” I nodded my head and pulsed my hole in acknowledgement. It was so exciting not to know what was coming at me or who was doing it. In my drugged state, I would have taken most anything someone wanted to shove in my ass. The fingers came together, and he pushed his hand into my ass. It took it with ease. He got about half of his forearm in before he decided to pull out and add more lube. I heard more lube being smeared on body parts and then he entered my ass again. This time, he slowly moved deeply into my ass. “This fucking hole is hungry!” If he only knew! I was beyond words at this point, just uttering grunts and other unintelligible sounds. The guy had reached the bend in my ass and knew to move to his right to slide deeper. I lifted my left leg a bit to let him through more easily. He was in my colon now and still creeping forward. I felt an elbow at my hole, telling me that I had taken his whole forearm. I could tell from the coarseness of his skin that he was very hairy. Alex really does know my type, and he managed to find lots of great guys today. The guy was making small back-and-forth motions deep inside me. It felt amazing, and all I was capable of doing was grunting in enjoyment. Then, he started to pull back. He paused briefly as he left my inner hole and teased around that with his fingers, then he resumed his withdrawal. When he was almost all the way out again, he paused, letting me feel the full stretch of his hand. “Fuck, Marc, you gotta get in here.” “I’m ready and waiting”, came the reply. This guy pulled out, and Marc (since I knew that was his name) was ready to enter me immediately. He slid all the way down to my second sphincter and then probed around there. He pulled back out, made a fist, and then entered again. His fist was a considerable stretch for my hole, but I took him in. The other guy slapped my face with his cock. “Suck it”, he commanded. I leaned over and took him into my mouth. His cock was uncut and plump. I took him down to the root, inhaling the scents of his pubes. He smelled musky and masculine, with a nutty edge. It was a great scent and turned me on greatly. Marc was fucking me with his fist. He wouldn’t pull out all the way, but he’d bring it to that point where my hole was stretched out over his hand, then plunge back in again. He was twisting his fist as he drove through my ass, letting me feel every knuckle and bump on his hand. I raised my ass slightly in the sling to give him a different angle and he grunted in approval. His fist was making my ass feel amazing. I heard Alex say, “Let’s give him some poppers.” I moved my head back to the center of the sling. Someone held one nostril and then the other as I took deep hits of the fumes. I held the last one until I had the cock back in my mouth. That was when I blew it out. I was in a state of pure, fucking ecstasy. One guy’s cock has thickened up in my mouth and is still growing and pushing put precum, while another guy is fist fucking me. This was so outrageous that my mind couldn’t comprehend all the sensations flowing through me. The guy working my ass pulled his fist out, then entered my ass again. He began to alternate fists on my ass. In and out. In and out. Left fist, right fist. Left fist, right fist. I gave up on sucking dick. I needed to throw my head back and enjoy the workout my ass was getting. Marc was providing my ass a treat that I rarely got. He was expertly working his fists in and out of my ass, making it submit to his wishes. Then, he pulled out, and the other guy went in. He had already been deep inside me and was headed there again. He took it sort of slowly so that he didn’t cause any pain, and once he was in deep, I was in heaven. Someone held my nostril and pushed the poppers bottle under my nose. Only one sniff was needed to send me soaring. All I could see was the glowing purple eye that poppers cause for me. My body became completely focused on my ass and what was happening there. My head rolled back, and my arms fell to my side in complete submission to the beast in my ass. “Hot fuckin’ hole!”, I heard. I was spun, poppered up, blindfolded, completely at the mercy of some guys I've never met, and it was awe-inspiring. Hot fuckin’ hole indeed! This guy pulled back and started a similar fist fucking like before. Then he asked Alex if he could breed my ass. Of course, Alex told him to go right ahead. Marc had come up to the head of the sling and turned my head so that I could suck his cock. It was already hard, thick and cut. I eagerly lapped it up into my mouth as the other guy worked his cock in next to his hand. “I’m gonna fist you and breed you at the same time”, he snarled. Fuck, yeah. And, if I was lucky, I’d get a load from Marc down my throat. I felt Marc’s cock start to thicken and he started grunting as his cum coated my throat. That set the other guy off and, soon after, he shot a massive load into my well used ass. I kept Marc’s cock in my mouth for a while to suck the last of the juices out and got a little bit of piss from him. The other guy had pulled his cock out but was churning up his load with his fist. It’d be awesome to see that fist when it came out of my ass! Marc tapped me on the cheek, so I let his cock go. The other guy was still working my ass, but he was slowing down. Soon, he pulled out and patted my swollen ass lips. “That wasn’t just a hole. That was a fuckin’ amazing hole!”, he said. I was happy to have been of service. They decided to shower up and leave. They all left me in the sling with my ass gaped open and dripping lube, cum, and ass slime. I was still flying from the T, so I just relaxed and hung out. I even forgot to take off the blindfold. When Alex returned, he chuckled when he saw me. “You have got to be one exhausted hole”, he said. After I took off the blindfold, I replied that I was exhausted, but I was also beyond happy. He had given me an experience that I could never forget. Alex was sitting on the stool, rubbing and massaging my gape. “One more time?” I asked him. He smiled wickedly and grabbed the lube. “I’ll go easy”, he said. I told him to use me however he wanted since he was the one who made this happen. He slid in easily and looked at me when he got to my bend. I nodded, and he went through. He got in up to his elbow again. He told me that he was pulling out, and this would be the end. “One last poppers hit”, I stated as I pulled out the bottle. I took one sniff and enjoyed the ride as he slowly extracted his arm from my ass. He shook his head in disbelief at how intense things had gotten. I told him I was only sorry we didn’t take more pictures and that I never got to see the last guys. Luckily, he told me that he had filmed it all.

ooops , sorry I tried 😉

That's when you know you have the good stuff.

I've only recently been fucked for the first time. And after actually experiencing a raw fuck and breeding, I have no idea why anyone would want it any other way. The feeling before, during and after are intense and amazing.

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I was moving house interstate so had a long drive over 2 days ahead of me. I had planned to spread the drive over two days, so I didn’t have to stress too much. I like being able to stop along the way for coffees etc. I am an average looking 45 years old. I naturally have smooth skin and body and often get mistaken for a lot younger because of this. I set off on my drive and 3hrs in I drove through a small town and thought I would stop at a park with toilets to let the previous coffees go. I noticed a large truck parked and as I walked to toilets, I saw what must have been the truck driver sitting at a picnic table having a smoke near the toilets. He immediately caught my eyes as he was watching me walk to the toilets. He looked around my age or a little bit younger and was wearing old tight jeans and a blue singlet. Your typical truck driver outfit, I guess. As I got closer, I noticed his rough looks, hairy chest poking out of his singlet and one thing that I thought was unusual for a truck driver was he was well built. He had a 5-day light beard and what looked like medium long hair tied back. As I got closer to the toilets his intentions became clear. He took a nice long drag on his smoke and slowly spread his legs and rested his hand on his crotch. I knew immediately that I wanted this man inside me so as I entered the toilets, I slowed and slowly dropped the back of my shorts down to show some of my arse before walking in. As I shook the last drops of my piss at the urinal, I heard the footsteps coming to the toilets, so I stayed standing at the urinal my cock starting to harden from the anticipation. The guy walked in and stood beside me and pulled out a rock hard 8” cock and slowly stroke it and looked at me. “You want it?” I did not answer, I just pulled down my shorts and leaned over the urinal assuming the position indicating my answer with actions. He simply said, “I thought so”. He spat on his cock to lube it, stood behind me and slid it balls deep in one go. It hurt a bit at first, but I wanted this man inside me so bad I didn’t care. He never even pulled his pants down. Just a rock-hard cock poking out of his jeans zipper. He started fucking me slow at first, and then started speeding up and said, “where do you want it”. Again, I didn’t answer and reached around and pulled his arse so his cock bottomed out in me and even if he wanted, we couldn’t pull out. He chuckled and said, “thought so, you dirty little pig”. He leaned in and kissed my neck as he started to fuck harder and deeper. As he sped up, he said, “this is a fuck you won’t forget” and suddenly bottomed out and started flooding my insides with his seed. It was such a big load I could feel it coating my inside. He kept shuddering as he kept pumping load after load in me. This went on for a few minutes. As he kept cumming he reached around and turned my head around and started kissing me. His kiss was rough and intoxicating. The taste of his smoker’s breath took me over the edge and while he was still inside me, I came hands free. He reached around catching some of my seed in his hand and wiped it over my face and then licked it off and kissed me with it. He didn’t go soft and stayed inside me. When I came and we kissed with my load, it seemed to turn him on more. He started to slowly fuck me again. “I got one more for you”. And he certainly did. After another 5 minutes of fucking, he was flooding my insides with another load. It was the best rest stop I had ever made. He finally went soft, turned me around and kept kissing me for another minute. Breaking the kiss, he said, “I need another smoke, join me”. He zipped up his jeans and walked out. I was in a post fuck haze and just pulled my shorts up and followed him out. We both sat at the picnic table, and he offered me a smoke. We sat and smoked, and he told me his name was Dave. We chatted for about 10mins and it turned out he was planning to stop overnight at the same town I was. I told him the motel I was staying at and suggested he spend the night there with me. He said he would like that very much. I also told him where I was moving too, and he said he was based there. As I stood up to leave, I felt a few dribbles of cum leak out and dribble down my leg. When I got to the motel I was wondering if this was going to happen or not or he was just being nice. There had not been much happening where I lived previously so I had not been on prep for the past 6 months. There just wasn’t any need. I never really gave it any thought. I chucked on my jocks and shorts and a singlet in hopes he wasn’t just saying nice things until I left. Every time a truck went by my heart skipped a beat lol. Around 9pm, I was relaxing watching an old movie thinking it was probably not going to happen when I hear a knock at the door. It was Dave. I let him in and immediately he had me against the wall kissing me. This time was a bit different to the toilets. It was a lot more passionate. We slowly undressed each other, and as I pulled his jeans off, I saw the tattoo just to the right of his thigh. It was a biohazard tattoo. I suddenly realized that when he fucked me in the toilets, I had not once turned around or seen any of him. I hesitated suddenly as I saw the tattoo and it hit me that earlier today, I took two loads of this guy, and I was not on prep. He saw this but said nothing and waited. I started to slowly run my fingers over the tattoo as it all sunk in, and he was starting to get aroused and hard again. I looked up at him and as he looked down at me with a smile that signalled something akin to cheeky and wanting. I finished pulling his jeans off and stood back slightly to take him all in. He was just on six foot tall, toned, gorgeous hairy chest that ran down to his hairy crotch. Scruffy and unshaved and rocking a rock hard 8” cock. After a minute I leaned in and kissed him. Looking up at him I said, “Well it is what it is. Who better to be the father of my poz babies and the one to knock me up than you”. He smiled and said, “I’m not on meds, so it probably will happen”. I then said, “Then make it count”. We barely spoke the rest of the night. Dave spent the night and fucked me repeatedly in positions I had never considered. He pumped another 4 loads into me that night. I fell asleep late into the night with his rock-hard cock still inside me holding all his loads in me. I woke up the next morning and Dave was gone. The sheets were stained with cum, and my arse was coated with dried cum. Proud of my exploits I decided not to shower. I didn’t want any of his cum wasted. I found a note on the desk in the room from Dave which read. “Thanks for taking my babies. I hope you enjoyed it, I did. Love to be the one that knocked you up. Love to keep trying.” And his phone number was listed.

It finally happened. This ass is no longer a virgin. Some of you may remember this was supposed to happen a couple weeks ago, but the guy thought my mouth felt too good and came quickly during what I thought was foreplay. I've been bugging him since then to come and finish the job, but he was reluctant. I suspect he's partnered. Regardless, he hooked me up with a friend of his. He is 54, 6-something tall and said he weighed about 260 llbs. He is more than twice my weight! Just a beautiful, hairy man, with a nice belly. Ok, I'll stop. It was clear he had one thing on my mind. Just moments after he got fully hard in my mouth, he pulled me up by my hair and pushed me on the bed. I was shaking, pretty nervous. Anyway, this isn't a blog, he ate my ass for quite a while, fucked me doggy, then pushed me flat on my stomach and fucked me prone. A couple minutes later he warned me that he was going to cum. He gave me about three seconds to tell him to pull out. I didn't, and he bred me screaming to a god he doesn't believe in. Fuck it was amazing. I woke him up with a blowjob swallow this morning in appreciation.

Before going to bed tonight I realized another benefit of having a regular and dedicated cock sucker/fag in my life. Earlier today I texted him and scheduled a blowjob for tomorrow. After texting him I realized that most guys don't have the ability to "schedule" blowjobs or a breeding session. I can because of the dedication of my faggot, my cock sucker, to my cock. It is a great feeling 😃 and I am grateful that I am lucky enough to have a dedicated cock sucker/faggot that I am able to use on a regular basis. I guess this is more of a comment but if feeder or eater out there wants to comment please feel free to do so.

Yep! I have a cloth lanyard that carries my piss scent from all the times I was wearing it when I self baptized in my piss while in the shower for daily hose out and big toy/plug play. It has a little rubber ring to hold my poppers so I can huff up easily while i'm getting my hole used to the max. I frequently use a SuperSniffer cap to make huffing easier so I don't have to fumble with unscrewing the top and getting it back on.

I typically negotiate the turns before it gets that far. They know I always do it raw and finish inside. I remember only one time when the guy I was fucking asked me to stop, but it wasn’t because he changed his mind or freaked out about the realization of what was going to happen. It was because he could relax enough and my girth was too much for him; possible scenario when you fuck virgins. I reluctantly pulled out and settled for a BJ, and yes I came in his mouth. I eventually got to fuck and breed him, so that made me happy.

I've never been to a cumunion event before, but I've been to plenty of pride events in Blackpool which have involved spending essentially a Saturday and Sunday in a gay sauna playing with lots of different men for hours at a time. My little routine when I'm going to something that will be a long period of sex with different people is as follows, hopefully you find it helpful 😁 - 1. Book a hotel close to the venue, in my case, the gay sauna. The less travel before getting fucked for hours on end, the better. 2. I douche and cleanse properly about 1-1.5 hours before I have sex, you want to enjoy it and if everything is as clean as can be, it'll be way more fun! That said, I will usually have a light breakfast so that I have some energy as well lol! 3. Take short breaks, as much as I'd love to lay there for 6 hours and take thousands of dicks, my arse sometimes needs a break lol! In Blackpool, the sauna is by the seafront, so I'll purchase a weekend pass for unlimited returns to the sauna and go for a little walk down the beach to rest for a bit. 4. Stay hydrated and drink plenty of water before, during and after the sex! I drink about 2 litres on an average day, but before any prolonged sexual activity, I'll drink about 1 litre beforehand and take bottles of water with me and keep them in my locker to take little water breaks. I love drinking piss and do it regularly, but at these types of events, you'll need water and not just piss lol! 5. Just enjoy yourself! You never know what type of guys will be at these events, some guys may not show interest, some may do, don't take it too personal! Respect yours and others boundaries and just enjoy some excellent anonymous sex! 🤗

Being poz is ok, but has its downsides definitely. The few times I tried using a condom, I had difficulty maintaining an erection, so saved money in one aspect. I love fucking guys and I found guys who were poz were much more adventurous and fun. since I hated condoms, as both a top and occasional bottom, I was always prepared for the diagnosis. After becoming poz, I can’t really say I was anymore slutty than before because I was already a slut. Living in NYC at the time, sex was always plentiful. One of the downsides for me, especially after I relocated to the Oklahoma, has been the negative reactions from some of the others in the community. Than you have the chasers who think nothing of asking me to discount my meds so they can get infected. If I was in some sort relationship with them I might consider it. For a stranger, my health is more of a concern. Another downside is dealing with the medication aspect. After 25 years, it has become habit to take my meds before bed. It’s more the cost and availability. I am still on older meds, so generics are available. Because they are relatively inexpensive, compared to the new drugs, they are also harder to fill because there is less profit. I used to freak every time I got sick, thinking I might have a hard time recovering. After having West Nile many years ago, and Covid a few years ago, I don’t freak out as much. Even with scientific evidence that U=U is legitimate, some guys in my area will choose a guy who tested negative 8 months ago over my recent undetectable lab results (even guys who claim to be on PrEP).

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not my story, I just made it better Two for One Pozzing Met this guy at a bar in Chicago Boy's Town and ended up back at his place. We were mid-hookup, me deep inside him with my poz cock, he never asked for a condom or status, when his roommate walked in. He didn’t flinch—just laughed and said, “Get it,” then plopped down on the couch like it was nothing. I rode my prize twink for about 20 more minutes depositing 2 tainted loads of prized A-1 high viral loaded cum into his eager ass. I was done for the moment. I laid there on the oversized ottoman with my 9inch cock still half hard dangling tween my legs. After a moment, I hit the bathroom for a quick rinse. When I came out, the roommate was still on the couch and said, “Sounded and looked like you guys had fun.” I smirked and said, “We did.” A minute later, my guy came out of his room in just a towel, kissed me in front of him, then said, “I’m gonna shower—feel free to head out.” He sounded like he was dismissing me. Any lingering guilt of pozzing the boy went out the window. As soon as the water turned on, the roommate stood up, grabbed me through my towel, and kissed me. I was hard instantly. He pulled me into his room. He bent over the bed without saying a word, just looked back at me with this cocky little grin. I let the towel drop, walked up behind him, and slid my dirty rigid rod right in—still worked up from round one. He let out this low moan and pushed back against me, greedy for it. It was raw, fast, and filthy—exactly the kind of unexpected moment that makes your whole night. If he only knew how filthy it was really. I kept one hand on his lower back, the other gripping his hip as I drove into him, both of us trying to stay quiet but totally failing. I could still hear the shower running down the hall, which only made it hotter—knowing we were racing the clock. I finished deep inside him, breathing heavy against his back. He looked over his shoulder and said, “This’ll be our little secret,” like he’d done it before. “Oh, you have no idea” I flashed back with a wink. I heard the shower turn off, scrambled to grab my clothes, and slipped out just as my guy came out of the bathroom. Didn’t say a word—just smiled and left. Honestly? Best night I’ve had in a long time. Joey I like hot phone chat, you can find me on Tele, Teams or here. will cam I am a bottom slut

Just wow. following the previous 2 encounters with Rob & Dean, they planned a third. We made the plans to meet and they made the details very vague, replying to my questions only with "don't worry how many arrives, prepare for a night of fun" so I did just that, around lunch I started prepping myself with saltwater cleanse and got my hole squeaky clean for anything it might be getting, and since my partner said he couldn't join us due to work, I got a load from him to pre-lube my hole, got an Uber and arrived to their place around 5pm. My only instructions were to arrive, let myself in, strip, get on my knees and were a blindfold that they prepared for me, then someone will come and take me to the play area. So I did just that, I entered and was alone, stripped, on my knees, put on the blindfold and waited till I heard footsteps coming towards me, no words were spoken and I was just lifted by 2 men and was carried downstairs, i started hearing voices, men talking and cheering as I was brought to the room till I was placed on a sling, had my hand and legs tied and then I heard Rob announce: "this slut is here for us to use, he can take it all so have fun". my cock shot up and I was almost shivering from the excitement, not knowing how many men are going to use me or how lol. they suddenly all went silence and I heard them getting closer till I felt the warmth of bodies standing next to me. then I felt hand all over me, face, body, cock, ass, I was touched everywhere, like I was being explored till someone strayed probing my hole with fingers, feeling the wetness inside me and asked "how many loads you got slut?" I answered that just the 1 and in desperate need for more! "don't worry, you'll have a cunt full of loads you'll be leaking for a week after we're done with you!" then it began, poppers were placed in my nose and I inhaled about 10 huffs they gave me before it was taken and a cock was shoved in my mouth while another was pushing in my hole, first it was just a tease to with the cockhead but then it went all the way till I felt the pubes on my skin. Game on! This started the rough fucking my hole while I was sucking all the cock I was given, till the guy fucking me announced he was going to load me and I felt him buried deep in me and shooting a super hot load in me. then, it was blur, one by one I was fucked by all the men there, I loss count but each and every one of them fucked hard, had nice cocks ranging from normal to enormous till I felt a familiar cock and heard my partner saying "you didn't think I'd miss an opportunity to see you getting used by over 20 men?" Wow! Knowing how many men are there and having my partner there with me got me into overdrive and I just begged them to use me hard! My partner kept plowing me and showing the rest how hard I can take his 11" thick monster before he shot his load and then he was replaced by Rob's 11" equal that was fucking my hole just as hard. 20 something loads later they were done with round 1 and was taken off the sling to a mattress, where I was instructed to sit on an cock that was laying there and I began riding him with my sloppy cummy hole, it felt amazing and soon after I felt a second cock pushing into my hole and so a double penetration session began, fucked by 2 at a time by all of them, changing all sort of combinations while sucking the cocks to clean, tasting the cum and my ass juices till Dean was giving me his cock, asked if I was thirsty and I knew exactly what he mean, I nodded yes and immediately started feeling a warm stream of piss in my mouth, while I was still being fuck hard! It was a bit hard not to spill a drop but I managed and then quickly replaced by another giving me another piss load! I was in piggy heaven!!! When they all finished fucking my hole like that and coming a second load in my gaping hole I was laid on my back on the mattress with my legs up and then I felt someone starting to piss on my hole before shoving it in me continuing to fill me with piss before he started fucking me hard while I felt piss started to drench me from the men standing next to us, pissing all over me. when the guys pulled out from my hole it was replaced by a hand that slid right in, my hole was already so opened and slick with more than 40 loads + piss load that I just felt it all sloshing in me while the fist was playing with it. poppers were placed in my nose again and a fist session began, I was drenched in piss, smelling like cum and sweat and I was loving it, the energy in the room was mesmerizing and I couldn't stop. it went on for a while and I was fisted, fucked and loaded more and more by all the men there, from time to time I heard my partner commenting on what a good slut I am, Rob and Dean the hosts that kept edging me on to take all the men that they invited, calling me a cumdump whore that will take any cock all I could do is moan like a bitch around the cock that was filling my mouth to clean. this entire session went on for hours and hours, I was fucked in any position, back on the sling, spit roasted on all 4, on a fuck bench, even in the air as I was held by a bull of a man with a beautiful cock, must've been 10" and then another was pushing in, they were double fucking me like I was just a piece of meat and I was loving it! then they began to leave, after dumping their load in me I could hear them saying goodbye to the hosts, thanking my partner all while disregarding me which only turned me on even more. Suddenly the blindfold was taken off and I saw my partner, rob and dean standing next to me smiling and still hard and telling me I took total of 31 men tonight, 102 loads that was marked on a board after every load that was dumped in my cunt, no to mention the 3 loads that I shot handsfree while I was pounded by all the men. heaven! they wanted one last load so I was placed in the sling, my hole was just leaking cum and basically a completed mess as they fucked me hard and fast, dumping their loads in me, then giving it to me to clean and when they were done, I was plugged by a huge plug to keep it all in, I could feel the cum sloshing in me as I stood up and we went to take a quick shower all of us together. I just put on my jock and kissed them all goodbye, thanking them for a wonderful time as my partner walked me to our car and we drove home, that was when I looked at the clock and it was 6am! I was being used for 12 hours straight and it was just fucking amazing. when we got home we went straight up to our bedroom, I stripped and crashed on the bed with my partner telling me how proud he is of me taking it all, seeing how happy I was during the session. We kissed and I just fell asleep in his arms, I was exhausted. a happy piggy, cum filled, ruined hole. To sum it all up: 31 men 105 loads Till next time 😉

Do a deep clean out. You are going to be getting fucked by a lot of penises and for a long time--at least that was the level of use I had when I went to CumUnions at Manifest when it existed here in Atlanta. You don't want any peristalsis activity in the middle of all that fucking.

It will, just one of the busiest times of the year at work. Been working 70+ hours a week with all the open shifts. Hopefully be able to get a chapter written tomorrow evening on my one day off for the week.

I could do it when I was younger, I used to put either a carrot or cucumber up my ass and suck my own cock. Wish I still could do that. Loved cumming in my mouth.

I like when I tell a guy to pull out and they still breed me, it's a turn on for me.

When you spread your legs for a man, you are asking for his seed and to be bred. That is nature. As a bottom, I want to feel dicks and cum, not a condom.

I bottom more now days and I expect to get that load in my hole. I make it clear if I top or bottom BREEDING IS EXPECTED. If a guy doesn't ask and I breed him I always ask how that POZ load feels in side him. I don't pullout.

Raw is law... once a man starts fucking me, he should never pull out until he cums deep inside of me, unless he wants to cum all over my face. His choice.

Dear Diary, It’s been just over 2 years since I first wrote. I still don’t have a libido on the norm. I still have little interest in anything sexual, and often find myself feeling unattracted to not just women, but also men. Except… that isn’t exactly true is it? You see it occurred to me that everytime I get close to a poz load, suddenly I have libido for a week or two. Everytime there is any possibility of my actions result in me becoming a poz guy - I am frantic, horny, and filled with desire. It’s not that I don’t have a libido. It’s that the thought of becoming poz and spreading my gift to others has overwhelmed my sexuality. Permanently it seems. Like Stan himself has his hands around my throat, and boy he knows I like it. I havn’t had a decent boner in weeks, but writing this far my cock is harder than steel it feels. The already existing metal embedded in my dick feels as though it’s going to tear through, my senses have been ignited once more. I had a theory, and I tested it. Turns out, I do have a libido, and it’s for one thing. Becoming a poz dude who has plans to share. Turns out, I’m really messed up in the head. It just so happens, I am addicted to the darkness. And it scares me sometimes, because I don’t just like it… I don’t just love it. I gotta have it. These small towns in the Midwest are like sanctuaries, where the only cock I can find is a clean little pink one. Where’s the big brown ones? The tan ones? The dark ebony? And most of all… WHERE is the god damn danger, and why hasn’t it found me yet. I’ve tried. And this is the part Stan knows - I’m addicted. His plan got me. I am so addicted, I don’t want any dick that ain’t sick. Until next time. (Please note I do not worship Stan, please don’t reach out to me for this)

Getting Away, Part 13 Matt, Jay and Paul all talk about their outfits for the pool. As they are doing so, the guys are changing their clothes a few times. Saturday is the busiest day of the weekend. The schedule of events shows that the afternoon dance, and the party tonight happen at the other end of the park, but the golf cart contest and bbq happen near their cabin. It feels like the boys are going to be all over the park today. But, then everything calms down when Jay and Matt decide they will do an outfit change right before the dance. The two boys decide the theme for the afternoon is “pool hottie”. Jay and Matt devolve into a conversation so stupid that Paul just watches and laughs. Paul looks at the results of the 20 minutes of outfit changes, bare asses, floppy cocks, discarded bathing suits and tops and is turned on. Matt is in one of Jay’s tightest speedos, stripped diagonally toward his crotch and hole and a football jersey (produced miraculously from a backpack). Jay is wearing Matt’s white speedos and a tight, white, threadbare tank top. Paul wants to fuck them both again right now. He says, “You guys are ‘sex on legs’. Let’s go before I fuck you.” Hauling the coolers full of food and drinks, the guys make their way to the pool area. Everyone they see on the way is really friendly and chatty. The boys arrive and deposit themselves at a set of chairs between the sun deck and the food area. It’s also near the bears that Matt and Paul met Friday. Drinks are poured. Greetings made. Matt and Jay appropriately ogled. Laughter ensues. Matt waves at Richard who is sitting with one of the female DJs. Richard waves Matt over. Matt scampers over to say hi. Richard asks Matt to sit and asks the DJ to give them a minute. Matt feels the bottom drop out of his stomach…..he knew it. He’s about to get thrown out for being a whore. His whole weekend ruined. And after such a perfect morning with Paul. Paul is going to be so embarrassed. Richard says he heard about last night’s activities and asks if Matt is ok. Matt is guarded with his answer. He is really starting to like this place and doesn’t want to get banned or something. Richard leans in and touches Matt’s arm gently and says, “I mean it. Are you ok? I know you are a sexually free spirit, but…………I mean are you physically and emotionally ok? It’s not often that a 20something twink runs a train in the grass here.” Richard, a bit pensive says, “Well, not anymore. Ten, fifteen years ago that was a Friday night activity. But, are you ok?” Suddenly, in a way that surprises Matt as much as Richard and the DJ who is a few feet away, a flood breaks in Matt. It’s like all his emotions over the last few weeks come flooding out of Matt. The disappointment, Travis, the cop, Paul, embarrassment, love, resentment, fear, distrust, kindness, the safety and acceptance he feels in this place. Matt isn’t loud but his tone and body language bring the DJ back over to sit protectively by Matt. Richard doesn’t move his hand from Matt’s forearm even though he feels as though he should protect himself from this emotional onslaught. Richard and the DJ let Matt finish. He looks whipped and exhausted and flushed. He takes a drink of his cocktail and looks up apologetically at the two older faces looking at him. Matt apologizes for his outburst, blushes deeply, and goes to leave. Just then the purple haired DJ says, “Sit down.” She looks at Richard, who nods knowingly, and says “Boy. You have had a shitty few months. I mean what the fuck. What. The. Fuck.” What ensues is a conversation that Matt desperately needs. For almost 30 minutes, Matt listens and talks and answers questions and listens as two people ply him with reassurance and wisdom. Matt, realizing he is no longer about to be banned for his behavior, feels his mood lighten. As Matt is reassured that he hasn’t truly deserved all the things happening to him, but he should enjoy the good that came from it; Matt’s spirit lifts. Almost on cue, Paul arrives with a refill and a knowing look. Richard invites him to sit. And the conversation comes around to one topic on Matt’s mind – bottoms and tops in the gay community. It makes him so crazy. Bottoms are sluts and Tops are studs, etc., etc. Bottoms are weak. Bottoms want to be women. Richard and the DJ look at Matt as he exudes charm even as he bemoans discriminatory behavior in the gay community. A camaraderie builds among the four of them which attracts others to settle in among them and causing a larger conversation about these issues. Meanwhile around the camp….. Two of the bears Matt and Paul shared burgers with on their first day at camp are re-enacting Snake and Matt’s tryst in the storage cabin with two of Jay’s friends. One is riding bareback and the other is taking it with a condom. The twinks are boyfriends but decided to “be open” this weekend. The one taking it raw is usually the top. His boyfriend is hearing him beg the guy fucking him to cum inside. The bear fucking the guy who usually bottoms says, “Can I take off this rubber and fuck you?” The twink says, “Do it.” Minutes later both twinks have cum on the floor of the cabin and been filled with cum from a man they just met. Jamie, the safe sex bottom twink with the big cock who studiously reminded Matt about condoms last night while fucking him in the field bareback, is driving his bare baseball bat of a cock into one of his friends. High Dude had just been lecturing all of them and calling Jamie a slut for barebacking about 30 minutes ago. After High Dude stormed off in a rage; this friend told Jamie he doesn’t always play safe and likes it bareback. It didn’t take long for Jamie to be convinced to drop his speedo on the ground for a quick blow job. That blowjob graduated to the friend riding Jamie bareback. Now Jamie is preparing to cum inside his friend’s ass. “July bottom” is living up to his reputation. After a morning spent decorating his friends golf cart, he is now in his bed in the trailer getting fucked by his friends who watched him fuck Matt through the window. He’s taking it bareback from both guys. The condoms still in their package, unused, on the windowsill above the bed. He wants both their loads and hopes they won’t pull out. But he is conflicted about whether to ask for the loads. Rugy and the German have discovered their shared enthusiasm for group sex and “turning out” bottoms. They are high fiving each other as they are spit roasting a “top” in his trailer as his oblivious boyfriend is hanging out with their friends decorating a cart for the parade. The oblivious boyfriend left his boyfriend alone with the other guys knowing nothing would happen because they are all tops. He’s even more unconcerned if his boyfriend did end up fucking either of those bigger guys because his boyfriend would definitely play safe. They've been using condoms since his "top" boyfriend had an “HIV scare” after cheating one night and the ”condom broke.” The condoms were indeed still in the box in a plastic pharmacy bag when "the bottom boyfriend" returned to the trailer. And his freshly showered boyfriend was happy to see him and slid his cock inside as soon as he got back. First time he was getting the bare dick since the "HIV scare." What the unsuspecting boyfriend didn’t know was he was being bred for the first time in months by his “all top boyfriend” while he carried two loads in his own ass left there by Rugby and the German. John was in the shower watching as an older man gently pushed a twink to his knees who greedily started sucking the older man’s cock. John leaned back against the wall stroking his cock as the twink swallowed load after load from different men who came in to use the bathroom. John, turned on watching the twink do what he’d done a few times before, came on the floor. The two men who’d fucked John in their trailer just a few hours ago debated about whether to tell John that they were on the triple cocktail. The bottom hadn’t asked. Neither of them had fucked another man bareback since they had tested positive and started their meds. And both guys had recently had their tests come back with undetectable viral loads before they came on this weekend getaway. There is a huge stigma to telling guys you are positive, even though you are undetectable. In the end they decided against it because the bottom had offered his ass bareback, let one guy continue to fuck him bareback, asked the guy if he wanted to cum inside him bareback, and then let the other man do the same thing. Even though they both felt a bit of guilt about it, this particular “safe sex only” bottom made a lot of choices. Jay was in the pool bathroom getting his ass plowed by a guy he’d just met 20 minutes ago. The man fucking Jay had condoms in the pocket of his shorts but none of them was on his fat cock. Jay had been sucking his cock when he looked up and offered, while still holding the cock he'd been sucking, if he wanted to “try to put it in.” The man's fat dick slide home easily and the twink moaned. A few minutes later, in the pool bathroom stall, Jay took a load in his ass from a man he didn’t know and would never see again. And High Dude was pissed off again. He was smoking weed with a couple dudes who seemed into him. He thought he was going to get some more ass, but they’d just walked away from him. Maybe High Dude shouldn’t have been bitching about slutty bottoms and talking poorly about his friend Jay. One of the guys said, “Dude that isn’t cool,” before they walked off. Well, he thinks, “Fuck those guys. Maybe I’ll take my buzz to the pool.

Or any pooping! Some guys are into that, but not many. Carry your poppers. My own experience showed that they don't carry their own, and someone will borrow it and then share it with another, so it becomes hard to keep track of where your bottle actually is. One of those cords round the neck can help keep it from migrating or disappearing altogether (or worse, spilling everywhere).

That is about it. Lower your expectations as well. They can be hit or miss. From my experiences. Make sure you hydrate well and enjoy.

As a bottom, once I let the man in me raw I have pretty much given up control. Also, to ruin the pleasure of getting fucked by stressing over "is he going to cum? how can I stop him?" seems foolish at that point.

DO NOT stop writing. Your Writing style & ability to put the reader right into the scene are brilliant. Looking forward to the further deveopement of this storyline or the beginning of an entirely new piece of pure dirty pig M2M sex.

Lately it's been an abduction and CNC set-up.

One of the hottest toxic fuck videos ever made. The sweating, ramming and ass jiggling is incredible. Love seeing muscle bottoms give up every ounce of self-respect for an unprotected party cock.

Part 5: The Difference Three Months Makes -Three Months Earlier- Wiping the sheet of sweat off his forehead, Dillan panted heavily as he took in his surroundings in the quickly dimming and heavily forested part of the park he was running in. What had started as a short run to burn off the nervous energy he was feeling had easily turned into an hour-long run. The stress of the midterms was brutal. Psychology had been surprisingly easy, as was Biology and surprisingly enough Calculus. However, it was the dreaded Organic Chemistry course everyone in his major feared that had his stomach in knots. Studying for hours upon hours somehow still hadn’t seemed to help. It also didn’t help the professor was known to be especially evil and put the most enigmatic and esoteric things in the test, to further break the souls of anyone who would dare try to take his precious course, or at least… that’s how Dillan felt. “At least the professor grades on a curve…” Dillan muttered to himself, huffing as he tried to catch his breath. Looking around, he noticed how surprisingly empty the park was and noted how late it was already getting. Normally, this time of year the nights would still be rather cold and not great for cooling down after running, but as luck would have it, the weather had become an uncharacteristic heat wave. Slowly, Dillan began to slow his breathing, feeling the sweat drenching his body absorb into his shirt, causing the thin material to cling to his body as what felt like a river of sweat poured down his face and into his eyes. “God, it’s so damn muggy…” he sighed, looking around for a possible water fountain to grab a handful of water to splash on his face and cool down. Sadly, he saw nothing of the sort nearby, and only a small bathroom through the woods around the corner of the path. Groaning, he slowly stretched out his legs, feeling the slight ache of what would likely be massive cramps later in the night. “I knew I should have stretched more,” he sighed, before slowly walking down the path towards the brick building. Bending the curve, he took in the drab-looking structure as a nagging feeling settled into his mind. Something about the building had him trying to remember something he had heard once… be it in class or at lunch or the like. However, nothing could come to mind, just that he heard something about it. Walking in, he looked around the dimly lit tiled room. Several stalls with a few aging urinals were off to one side. Fresh paint covering over graffiti was sprayed on some of the doors, and two of the stall doors were closed. His footsteps echoed loudly in the sparse room, the sounds bouncing easily off the worn tiles. Walking over to one of the sinks, he turned on the cold faucet, and a slow steady stream of water poured out. Refreshingly cold water filled his now cupped hands and he splashed several handfuls on his face, and he let out a relieved sigh. That’s when the back of his right thigh cramped up. Fighting back a whine, he looked over to one of the free stalls, and limped his way in, taking a seat and closing the door. He began to massage the tense muscles, grinding his teeth as the pain spread and the muscles slowly began to relax under his manipulations. At first, he didn’t hear anything other than the occasional dripping from the faucet he had just used. That was until he heard shuffling in the stall next door, with the occasional thumping noise and what almost sounded like a muffled moan. Looking around, it was at that moment when he laid eyes on the crudely cut-out hole on either side of the walls of the cubicle that he realized what he was trying to remember about this particular bathroom. ——— It had been at lunch in the food hall, after a particularly stressful lecture when he was re-reading his notes while trying to eat a sandwich when he’d heard several of the popular guys joking around at the table across from him. “Fuck dude,” one of them, Eric if he remembered correctly, said, taking a huge puff on the very obviously banned vape he was holding, “That lecture was brutal as shit. Got me stressed the fuck out!” “Ha!” replied Chris. Of course, it’s Mr. Perfect the Football Captain and the Dipshit Brigade, Dillan thought to himself, barely looking as the head ringleader of the group exclaimed, ripping the vape out of his friend’s hand and taking a long hit on the device, exhaling out a huge cloud out. “Shit man,” Eric whined, grabbing the device back and slumping in his seat, “Not all of us can fly through that stuff like you and boy genius over there. Some of us are actually stressed!” “And some of us are trying to study and eat,” Dillan muttered, looking back down at his notes before taking a bite out of the dry and bland sandwich in his hand. Suddenly, Chris threw his arm around his friend and smiled mischievously at Dillan. “Hey, you just need quick stress relief,” Chris said grinning, “Just head down to the old bathroom in the forest part of the park. I hear there are some horny fags looking to suck a guy off if you get there at the right time.” Dillan sighed as he forced himself as he once again re-read the same section of his notes, trying to drown out the banter of the two, until Chris spoke again. “Fuck, you might even get lucky and get the ‘boy genius’ himself at one of those dirty gloryholes looking to help a guy out,” Chris laughed, shaking his friend’s shoulders. Sighing, Dillan got up, stuffing his books and notes into his bag and grabbing the half-eaten sandwich. Getting up, he shot the muscled jock a baleful look before tossing the sandwich in the trash and walking out. ——— Blushing hotly at the memory in a mixture of anger and embarrassment, Dillan continued to rub the muscles of his leg in silence, noting as the person next door began to let out an occasional moan in time with the now louder thumping of the bathroom stall wall. Slowly, he began to feel his cock harden slightly, imagining what was going on. Getting turned on by the sounds coming from the other stall, Dillan’s hand slowly drifted to his groin as he slowly rubbed himself through the thin material of the jogging shorts. “Fuck yeah man,” one of the men moaned softly, “Your dick feels so fucking good in my hole.” “Yeah, bro, even better than your mouth,” the other man said, as he seemed to pick up pace, “Love sticking my meat into a sloppy dump like yours. Gonna add my Grade-A cock snot to the mix.” “Yeah bud, breed me,” the first man groaned. Dillan, unable to hold back any longer, checked to make sure the door was locked to the stall, and pulled out his hard cock, slowly tugging on it as he listened to the sounds of the two men fucking and dirty talking. Suddenly, a finger shot out the glory hole, startling Dillan. At first, he didn’t know what to do, or say. Until the finger began to curl upwards in a come-to-me motion. Hesitating for a moment, Dillan thought about pulling up his pants. The finger pulled out and suddenly, a mouth was at the hole. The guy behind the wall ran his tongue along the edge and Dillan felt himself slowly making his way to the hole, lining his hard, throbbing prick to the hole. Hot wetness surrounded his swollen member as he let out a nearly inaudible groan. A mysterious hand grabbed his balls, pulling him tight against the wall as the unknown man worked his tongue around his cock expertly. Dillan had to grip the back stall behind him with one of his hands to brace himself as he felt the guy go to town on him, relishing the feeling of sheer pleasure on his cock. Two doors down, the man fucking the guy sucking him began pounding the wall hard in his fuck lust. “Shit, yeah, tighten up that fucking cumhole,” he groaned, the slams echoing loudly into the dimly lit bathroom, “Gonna shoot my load in you!” The mouth-sucking Dillan pulled away for a moment. “Give it to me man, fill my ass up,” the man sucking said, before diving back on Dillan’s cock with renewed fervor. The other man let out a loud groan as the slamming slowed to just the periodic thump as he shot over and over into the other man’s ass, as Dillan continued to get the best blowjob, if only one of the few, he had ever received. “Fuck… yeah,” the other man sighed, accompanied by the sound of some pulling up their pants and zipping up. Suddenly, the mouth left his cock again as the center man replied. “Same time tomorrow, stud?” he asked while shuffling sounds emitted from the other side of the wall. “Definitely,” the first guy said. Frustrated, Dillan began to pull his cock back as he assumed they were done, leaving him with a case of blue balls. He went to start pulling his pants up when the man next door put his cock through the wall. “Jaw’s a bit sore and needs a quick break,” he softly said out loud, wagging his cock in the air, “You want a go?” Dillan sat down on the stall, and grabbed the cock, looking at it for a moment. Longer than his for sure, but thinner and more veiny. Uncut where his was cut, the head glistened, with a bit of precum leaking out of the tip. Below it, two large, hen egg-sized balls hung loosely. Dillan barely thought about it before slowly sucking it into his mouth, relishing the taste. Slowly he began to let his face get fucked, using one of his hands to tug and squeeze on the massive set of balls in his hands, eliciting a groan and a hard thud against the wall. Occasionally he would work his tongue around, licking the other man’s piss-slit as the guy nearly pulled out of his mouth, hearing a sharp intake through teeth in satisfaction as he did so. Dillan lost track of time as he focused solely on the wet, hard prick in his mouth. Slowly his jaw began to start aching, unused to the actions it was doing. Softly, he tapped on the wall, pulling slightly away. Suddenly, the man pulled back and was gone, exiting through the stall door. Confused and dejected, Dillan frowned for a second as he sat there in silence. That is until he heard a knock on the stall door. Automatically, he reached forward and unlocked the door. Before him stood the man. Dillan guessed him to be in his mid-forties, with dark brown hair that had just begun greying on the sides, and a scruffy face with a well-formed mustache. Not overly muscular, but still an average build. Dillan internally likened him to the dad character from some animated movie he saw years ago, personified. Wearing a tank top and loosely holding a pair of khaki cargo shorts around his hips, his cock was standing at full attention, bouncing slightly in the warm, humid air. Dillan noticed a sleeve of tattoos going down one arm, “You’re a cute little fucker, ain't ya,” he said, making his way in and pushing the door softly closed behind him. Dillan gave a slightly confused half-smile in return, pleasantly surprised at the sudden intrusion. “Hard to get the right position with a wall in the way,” the man explained, before letting his pants drop and pulling Dillan’s head towards the glistening cock. As he wrapped his mouth around the man’s dick, he took note of the man’s tattoo just below his navel. It was a large black scorpion in a vaguely tribal design, with the stinger dripping bright red. Something about the tattoo struck Dillan as being odd, but unable to place it, he let the thought go and buried his nose in the man’s pubes. The man proceeded to fuck Dillan’s mouth again, taking deeper and deeper strokes down his throat, occasionally gagging him and only stopping to let him catch his breath before slamming back in. The man’s balls swung with each stroke, slapping his chin repeatedly with each slam down his throat. Drool began dripping off his chin, causing the man the smirk before pulling his throbbing dick out. Slapping it on the side of his face, he let out a slight laugh. “Fucking enjoying my dick, pig,” the man asked, almost making it sound more like a statement. Dillan, wordless and still trying to catch his breath and let his jaw relax from the brutal assault, could only nod in agreement. “Good. Time for you to bend over,” he replied, tugging on his spit-covered prick and gesturing for Dillan to turn around. Dillan complied and bent over the back of the toilet before thoughts of backing out began to fill his mind. But, it had been so long since he had been fucked. Months? Over a year? He was stressed and always felt so refreshed after, even though he’d had sex only a handful of times. The man was hot. Getting filled and shooting his load would be a great way to relax. But… was he really about to let this random stranger have his way? Neither of them had a condom as far as he could knew, and he was in a dingy bathroom where anyone could walk in. He was about to stand up and tell the guy he changed his mind when he felt the man begin to rim his exposed hole. Lust from the sensations he was getting from the man’s hot tongue wiped any further detracting thoughts away as he let out an involuntary moan. He stood there, bent over, relished the hot, wet firmness of the licking, and shivered occasionally as he felt the man’s scruffy facial hair brushed against the sensitive skin around his anus. “Oh, fuuuuuck, yeah, keep doing that,” he unintentionally moaned, words becoming harder to form as he felt the man began to replace his tongue with a rough finger, then two, stretching and spreading the tight circle of muscle. Dillan let out a sharp hiss and flinched as the man roughly shoved in a third finger, the nail catching on a part of the sensitive and thin skin. “Ow, your nails are kinda sharp,” he said, pulling away slightly. Stopping for a moment, the man pulled out a small brown bottle and a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. Setting the pack on the back of the toilet, he opened the bottle and held it under Dillan’s nose. Dillan’s instantly recognized the bottle as being poppers. He had never tried them before but had secretly always wanted to try them. He silently nodded and began to sniff several times at the bottle. At first, he just smelled the odd scent of the poppers when suddenly, he felt the effects spread throughout his body. Flushed and relaxed, he instinctively pushed back on the man’s fingers. “Good boy,” the man growled, roughly shoving his fingers hard into the now loosening hole, “Gonna fuck you nice and hard. Wreck that tight hole and make you beg for it.” With the effects of the poppers flowing through his brain, Dillan barely found himself being able to form a thought. After a few moments, however, he finally could find the words to speak. “Do…. Do you have a condom?” “Nah, bud,” the man said, continuing to roughly shove his fingers in, still scraping the walls with his nails as he continued, “But I can pull out if you want. I’ll let you know when I’m close.” Dillan nodded, his mind still swimming in the popper-induced fog. Suddenly, the man pulled his fingers out, leaving him feeling slightly empty at the loss. Just as suddenly, the man was pulling his ass upwards and the head of his cock was pressed against the opening. Groaning once again, he felt as the man slowly worked himself inside his ass, internally grateful for the slickness of the rimming and the now apparently copious amount of precum the man was leaking. After a few moments, he was fully inside, the man’s massive hairy balls resting against Dillan’s thighs. Reaching around Dillan, the man grabbed the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it before finally exhaling a huge cloud of smoke after holding in the smoke for a moment. “Want one?” The man asked, offering the pack to him. “I, uh…” Dillan replied, his mind scattered between the rush of poppers and the cock seated deep in his guts, “I’ve never smoked before.” “No worries,” he replied, “I can swap smoke with you if you want. Get you used to it. Feels amazing while fucking. Even more so with poppers.” Once more, Dillan only nodded his mind in a flurry of activity, overwhelmed with all the sensations and actions taking place. Satisfied with the answer, the man wrapped one of his arms around Dillan’s neck, and after taking another deep inhale, began pulling him back against him as his other hand pulled the burning cigarette out of his mouth. Turning Dillan’s face towards him, he locked lips with him, making out as he began to breathe out the smoke into Dillan. Breaking away, he smiled as Dillan blew out a huge cloud of his smoke. Slowly he began to rock in and out of the hole, picking up speed. Occasionally he would stop, feeding Dillan more smoke. “Fuck, you got an amazing ass,” the man growled, flicking away the now-spent cigarette butt before pulling another two out and lighting them. Taking one out, he placed it on Dillan’s lips. Dillan coughed hard, not used to the stronger smoke, nearly dropping it out of his mouth. Suddenly, he felt the man holding the poppers under his nose again. “Take a few hits and then try again,” he said, slowly pistoning his cock in and out as he coached Dillan. Doing as he said, he took several deep sniffs off the brown bottle, waiting a few moments for the wave of heat and relaxation to hit him. Nodding at the man, the bottle was removed and Dillan again took a draw on the cigarette, surprised that he no longer felt a strong urge to cough. Fighting back only a slight cough, he exhaled, amazed at the large cloud coming out of him. “Fuck yeah, man,” the man growled, picking back up his pace, “Looks like we broke your smoke cherry. Suck down that smoke while I breed your college boy pussy. Gonna flood you with my potent baby batter. Paint the walls of your insides with my seed, fucker, and then work it in with my prick.” Dillan could only focus on the sensations of smoking, getting high on poppers, and feeling the man fuck him hard and deep. Only the thoughts of those things were running through his head. After just a short while, the man’s rhythm began to falter. “Love fucking tight holes like yours. Breaking them in and nutting deep inside. Damn… Gonna fucking shoot,” he said, slamming even harder in an uneven tempo, “Where do you want it?” “In… in…” Dillan breathlessly groaned as his ass received the brutal assault, “In me.” “Fuck yeah,” the man groaned and he began to jolt, the first volley of cum shooting out of his dick, “Take my dirty fucking nut. Gonna ruin your sexy little ass. Fuck! Take all my toxic load. I’m knocking your slutty ass up.” Dillan’s mind slowly worked over what the man said as he continued to jerk around with each shot of cum. It was at that moment he realized what the tattoo was, having read about it in some random forum on the internet. As the realization of what had just happened set in, the man slowly finished shooting inside him. “You… you’re poz,” Dillan huffed out, half in a question and half in a statement, “I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me?” “Hey, bud,” the man said, holding Dillan in place as he slowly pulled out his spent cock, coated in a light sheen of cum, “I asked and you said to cum inside you. Not my fault you took a raw cock. Also, you never asked about my status. That’s on you.” Standing up for a moment, Dillan’s mind processed what had happened. The guy has a point, he thought to himself. I didn’t ask. I wanted him to fuck me. And… I enjoyed this. God… why did I enjoy this? “Dude,” the man said, taking a drag on his cigarette, “I seriously would have pulled out if you asked, but like I said, you wanted it. You saw my tatt and you're at a fucking gloryhole in the park.” Looking down, Dillan realized he was standing at full mast. “I’m… um…” Dillan said silently, grabbing the man’s arm, “Just surprised I guess. I’ve never done something like this before is all…” The man let out a small smile as he took another drag on the cigarette before letting out a slight laugh. “Looks like you’re a little bugchaser and you didn’t even know it,” the man said smiling, gesturing to Dillan’s still painfully hard dick. “A…. What?” Dillan asked, confused and unfamiliar with the term. “Look it up when you get home, bud,” he said, blowing the smoke in Dillan’s face. Grabbing his head, the man pulled him down to his now softening cock. “Clean me with that hot little mouth of yours. And if you give me a bit, we can go for round two.” Pulling the half-smoked cigarette out of the the other man’s hands, he then put both back in his mouth, as he watched Dillan put his cock into his mouth. Both stilled as the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed in the tiled room. The new stranger walked over to the stalls and opened the door to their stall. After a few moments, another man walked up to the open stall door, taking in the scene. Slightly overweight, he was wearing a wife beater and jeans, dark black hair threatening to escape from under his shirt. He began rubbing a noticeable-sized lump under the fabric. “He looking for another load?” The man outside the stall nodded slightly towards Dillan. “You want to get a few more loads in you before I add my second load to that sexy little cumdump of yours,” the man asked, looking down at Dillan as he pulled his cock out of his mouth. Slightly embarrassed, Dillan nodded. The first man sat on the toilet and drew hard on the two cigarettes in his mouth before pulling Dillan slightly up and swapping the smoke with him. “Hot little pig boy here is looking for some fun it seems,” the man said, grabbing the bottle of poppers and bending Dillan over, “Enjoy, fucker.” ——— -Present Day- It was three hours later, and with 5 loads in his ass from several other men who came in during his time in the restroom, Dillan slowly walked back to the dorms. The first guy, true to his word, had fucked him and left him with a second, equally large load in his ass. Between each guy, he’d fuck him lazily until another person came in, working each load deep in his intestines. His mind had been racing. After the high of sex and poppers wore off, he began to regret his actions. He pulled out his phone, setting up an appointment the next day at the campus health center to get on PEP, vowing to never be so stupid again. But, unknown to him at the time, the seed had been planted so to speak. It was a month after looking up the term the man had called him, ‘bugchaser’, that horniess got the better of him. His research led him to parts of the internet and porn he’d never imagined. Every night he found it harder to not come to bareback porn, shooting his largest loads to the ones with a poz guy or smoker in it. He had taken his PEP pills, and testing showed he was surprisingly clean of all infections. Lucky, it would seem. Two months after, he was back in the dingy bathroom, taking loads in his ass and mouth. He never saw the guy from the first time there again, secretly wishing he could have another round and finally scratch the itch their encounter had created in him. Yet still, nothing on his testing. Even though this time, he didn't take PrEP. Nor PEP. Something had changed in him. At first, he didn’t care if he caught something. Then, it became a fascination and longing. Reading about the fuck flu… knowing another man’s virus was changing him permanently. The dirtiness and [banned word] nature of everything intrigued him. Making him shoot his cum everywhere when he thought back to all the things the man in the bathroom had said to him while the fucked. And then, three months later, he couldn’t stand it anymore. The strange desire he had developed now had him currently bent over, with a stranger shoving what he guessed to be frozen cum from strangers into his ass. Sharing a cigar with his former tormentor, and secret object of his desire and jealousy. Drinking the same man’s piss, in some strange turn of fate. In a sex club, on POZ night. It would be a horrific miracle if he didn't catch something tonight. Laughing to himself, he silently wondered what else this night would bring. Because, based on the past, it was amazing what a difference three months could make.

After the mini breakdown I decided to take a short vacation right away, the past weekend - 4/23 to 4/26. I booked the room at CCBC right away, they only had 2 left for the weekend. I've been to that resort before. It's clothing optional for gays. So it's a big cruising playground. I wanted to relax and escape from whatever is happening to me, mostly the feel of being tensed up and the lack of personal space. I can truly be myself at that place without any judgement. After a whole day driving I checked in and started feeling relaxed right away. When I'm in a hotel room I always feel safe, no judgements, and horny. Maybe because of the small space, and also it belongs to myself, and far away from my everyday life. To my surprise the indoor play area was still closed, but they set up a simple outdoor play ground with military theme. It has a sling, a few benches and a few chairs. I douched myself right away, and walked around with my clothes on, just looking at what was out there so I could feel more relaxing. ## Day 1 maybe around 10pm I went to the play area and saw the guy who was texting me on Scruff. I didn't know he had a nice dick, but then I saw it and I decided to give it a try. He fucked me on the bench and an audience was forming around us. After he finished in me, someone else just slides his dick in me again. I suddenly felt a sense of being the center of attention and I loved it. Several other guys also fucked me and bred me. After those crowd left it was time for me to relax too. # Day 2 There was a very hot white guy - he was wearing a black tank top and a pair of shorts, wearing a baseball cap, but he is in great shape, tall and strong. The first time I saw him I knew I wanted him. I tried several time to approach him but was ignored. I had sex with other guys and it was not bad. I wasn't chasing that guy any more. Around 11pm, I went to the play area and I just got on one bench ass up face down. After several minutes, an old guy came and started to play with my ass and he started fucking me too. Soon a crowd was formed around me and I was the center of attention again. Next time I looked back I saw that hottest guy was there too, and he was rubbing his dick. I was immediately more excited. Another guy came forward and bred me, I think I had 3-4 loads in me at that time. Then the hottest guy came to me and started fucking me! I was like "YES!!" and his dick is big! I didn't see it but I think it's at least 8 inches and thick. I inhaled some popper and I felt I was in heaven! I could feel all the load in my ass being pushed again and again by his big white cock. He even held me up and kissed me. While I was moaning he was talking to me like "take this cock baby" "yes right there baby" and it made me feel really good. Guys around me was cheering for that like “take that big fucking cock”. He fucked me for like 10 mins and came in me too. When he came everybody around us was cheering again. I was so happy. After that the crowd left and I went back to my room. Around 12am I logged on Grindr and started talking with a guy named "Hung Vers 8x6" and he came to my room. Damn his cock is gorgeous, and it's truly hung! I started sucking his cock and then riding it like crazy. But he then asked me to suck it again and came all over his chest. It's a shame that he didn't come in me. But then he asked me if he could invite his friend over to fuck me too. Of course! When his friend came over he left. And his friend took off the shorts and I was happy to see another big cock. But when it got harder and harder I realized it was the biggest and thickest cock I've seen. We fucked like crazy and he definitely knows how to use his big thick cock. I didn't want to cum but he made me anyway. After he pulled out I found a bit blood on the sheet. (and a bit poop because he fucked so hard). And then he said he should have brought his haler because he started suffering asthma. Damn I took it as a compliment for the sex, and for me. **On Sunday** it was a bit slow. Much slower than Saturday. There were two hot daddies walking around. One with a fucking big cock and I sucked it several times, but he had no desire of fucking an ass. He told me he’d like to cum in my mouth while I got fucked. Im fine with that lol. And another hot daddy wasn’t even naked and he was walking around a lot but never set eyes on me. But he watched a bit and was rubbing on his crotch while I was sucking on the daddy’s big white cock. Later on I went to the play area and got on a bench, ass up face down. After a while a crowd gathered around me and some one put a cock in my ass. The daddy came here too and he shoved his big cock in my mouth. I was being spit roasted and I was in heaven. I hit the popper hard and I felt I was just two holes to be used and that made me happy. The guy fucking me came and then another guy took his place, with a bigger cock. Soon after that the daddy fucking my mouth came too. I swallowed his cum. And another load in my ass after a few minutes. Then it got slow again. There was no one around the play area, and I finally overcame my shame and got on the sling. It felt interesting. 😉 After a while some guys came here and looked at me. Some of them didn’t even try I don’t know why. Maybe I’m too young for them or maybe they just wanted to watch. Finally someone came forward and started eating my ass. Oh it was a daddy type of guy I met at the pool who works for UC Berkeley. As he was eating and fucking me he said he’s been wanting my ass since he saw me around the pool for the whole day. I took it as a compliment 😂. Then some other guys came here and one guy had a big nice cock, maybe 7-7.5, and thick, big head. He fucked me like crazy and I loved it. The sling made it hit the right spot every time and I was going crazy. He dumped a load in me and his friend then fucked me and came in me in like 30 seconds. I happily took that load. He kept saying thank you to me haha. Another old guy came forward but he couldn’t keep hard. Then a couple of young guys came here, very hot and fit, one white one black, and they were just fucking each other , they didn’t fuck with other people which I really hated. They just wanted to put on a show and be a center of attention. While I enjoy being a center of attention too, I provide service and bring joy to others. I saw a daddy with very thick cock watching there. After that couple was done, he was looking at me and I signaled him to come. He moved slowly towards me and finally put his thick cock inside me. It felt really good and I can feel he almost came but he pulled out! Apparently he’s not ready to finish his day yet. The big cock guy then took his place and started fucking me again. And another load. And his friend then dumped another load, within 30 seconds again, and with a lot of “thank you” LOL. Then the big cock guy again started fucking me and it was hitting my spot every single stroke. My whole body started shaking and I couldn’t stop having organism from my ass. After several minutes of crazy feelings I finally shot a big load on myself. Damn. I needed a break. And I got off the sling and went back to my room. That was pretty much done for Sunday. After dark it got really cold and windy, I went to the play area and there wasn’t anybody I was interested in. Anyway that was a wild weekend and I loved it. I’ll definitely go back to CCBC again.

I recently reconnected with a homeless guy I had lost touch with. I get a room for us, he shows up, showers, and we spend the night talking, cuddling, and fucking. He was good looking before his years on the street but still has a big beautiful dick, hot little butt and sweet fuckhole. The next day I take him where he needs to go and get him whatever he needs.

Just met this new guy, a little younger than me. He arrived at the house early and I showed him to the bedroom. I can barely get in the room before he is stripping. He has an amazing cock and I am in awe of what is going to be inside me very soon. He pushes me down on my stomach on the bed and begins tongue-fucking my pucker. I am moaning and begging for his cock, but he teases me until he is ready. “Tell daddy what you want!” “I need you to breed me, please fuck my hole Daddy!” I am entranced and let him do whatever he wants. I feel his fat cock slowly invade my hairy fuck hole. Little by little he enters me; I am experiencing pure bliss. He fucked me for 10 minutes! I can feel his cock so deep inside me I almost faint from pleasure. His breathing increases and he whispers in my ear, “I’m gonna fucking fill you up!!” Holy fuck! I keep moaning and begging for his cum. His body became rigid and I could feel rope after rope of semen enter my guts. As he pulls out he tells me that he will be back later in the week and he is bringing his buddy. Holy shit!! I cannot wait for Thursday.

I’ve never had one up my ass. But as a top, who has worn one several times, it could be quite painful. And the mesh irritates and times even cuts into my cock. Of course, that’s half of the equation. Getting my fluids, not only sperm, but also my blood, up an ass that’s been roughed up by a cruel condom.

Finally had my first encounter a few nights ago! Woke up to a message on grindr asking if I wanted to play tonight, of course I said yes and asked where he was as I don't host. Before he told me he opened up and said he was living under the train tracks 20min away and if I still was interested in sucking his cock! Not only did i say yes i told him I'd be there ASAP!!! When I eventually got there late in the night you could tell he has been living there for a long time and smelled of stagnant piss near by which only made me more horny. I told him to wake up and feed me his cock, he asked if I wanted him to wipe down with a wet rag and i declined and took his exposed cock in my mouth before I could get all the words out lol. He explained that he has not had sex in years and had not blew a load in months so that his load may be thick which was ok by me all he wanted was a blow job so I spit his cock out and without asking I bent over and leaned on the supporting beam and told him to fuck me. The homeless guy wasted no time as I was lubing up my hole I told him to lube up and boom he had his cock deep in my dirty man cunt. He was slowly fucking me for a long time after 30 min or so he said he was going to cum and that he was going to cum on my back and I told him to cum deep in my ass which he did. He stayed in me until he went limp. When he said he was going to piss i told him I'd take his piss too so he put me on my knees and pissed down my throat. By the time he was done he got hard again so I began to suck him and he fucked me again. He didn't last long second go around but he fucked me good. We are going to meet up tomorrow and he's going to bring a guy from a nearby homeless camp that he has played with so they could tag team me. This has been my first homeless cock and certainly will not be my last!

I can’t stop daydreaming about becoming a real breeding slut for masculine black men! I keep fantasizing about me meeting black top men and having them all fill me with their baby making seed. I want to get knocked up by a black man!!!!!!

Use him harder. Slam him up. Xavier walks in as kid nuts while tre pounds ty, tied up on his back. Xavier leaves and comes back with new boy. All then get spun and .....

wow... amazing collection. I'd love to let you sink the metal beaded ones into my shaft. Just ordered some hollow ones online. One is a two sided sharable hollow sound. I get into town regularly....maybe a duo sesh sometime?

After I'd cum, I was overcome with shame and disgust at what I'd done, and quickly showered and left. Bill grinned at me from behind the desk and said "see you soon, you dirty fucker!" but I vowed never to retun. For the next couple of weeks I was anxious waiting for the flu to hit or for some other symptoms to show. But nothing happened and and eventually I went for a test which came back negative. My relief was also mixed with a sense of disappointment. I thought about this and realised that I was a whore after all, and becoming pregnant from some filthy old man was the ultimate turn-on. I tried to resist it, but the need was in me now, like I was possessed or something, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Eventually, I gave in and found myself back at the sauna, handing my money to Bill as he winked at me. "Knew you'd be back," He said. " Carrying someone's baby yet?" I shook my head and he raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want?" I blushed and gave a brief nod and he slapped my shoulder. "Knew you were a dirty sod!" He said. "We've a few more in today - couple of guys I 'ain't seen for a while 'cos they've been sick. They don't take meds so their immune system is fucked." He watched as my eyes widened with shock which was what he intended. He held out a locker-key and said "So, do you still want it, mate?" I paused, aware of the blood pounding in my ears. This was it. Decision time. I breathed deeply and took the key, heading to the lockers with his laughter behind me. I undressed, showered and went upstairs. To my surprise, it was very dark and I had to feel ahead of myself to stop banging into a wall. I found out later this was Bill's idea - to turn off the lights so you couldn't see anyone, only feel anonymous naked bodies and stiff cocks with no idea what their owners looked like or how disgusting their bodies might be. I turned a corner and passed a cubicle based on the gap in the wall my hands encountered. As I started to pass it, someone touched me. I jumped and then stood still, allowing the hand to slide over my thigh and squeeze my stiffening cock. Another hand emerged from the darkness and began to probe my hole. "Nice!" The voice was a harsh, dry whisper and another voice gave a low chuckle of appreciation. I shivered with fear and lust, not knowing what to do. "Come inside!" Whispered the voice and strong, boney fingers grabbed my wrist and started to pull me into the black cubicle. I almost resisted, but something in me responded to their touch, and I allowed them to pull me inside. Instantly, a thin, boney body was pressed against me and lips crushed to mine. I moaned as the tongue entered my mouth and couldn't help putting my arms around him. His body was thin without an ounce of fat. Then someone else got behind me and I felt a surprisingly large and stiff cock pressed against my bottom. "Mmm, fresh meat!" Said the man behind me, and I realised this must be the couple who weren't on meds. I felt the hairs rise on my neck and the fear, but the lips stayed crushed to mine, the tongue slithering disgustingly in my mouth. Then the cubicle was filled with the smell of poppers and a bottle was pushed against my nose. "Breathe deep, darling." Said the man as he released my lips. I had no choice and took a deep lungful, feeling my body mellt and my head swim. A thick finger covered in lube ploughed up me from behind and I gasped with shock. He began to move it slowly in and out and I began to moan with pleasure. " That's it, open up for daddy" The voice behind me was croaky and I reached back to feel skinny legs and a bulging belly above his enormous cock. I groaned in surrender as the poppers were thrust at me again and suddenly a hand pushed my shoulders forward and down and the huge cock began to slide into me. I cried out with pain and pleasure as he slid it home until his paunch was pressed agianst my buttocks. "Shhh!" whispered the man in front of me "Let him in, there's a good boy" I could only sob with surrender as he began to fuck me, and gratefully took the other man's cock in my mouth and steadied myself on his thighs against the brutal thrusts. "That's it, matey. Let old Harold fuck your sweet arse! You're gonna get what you want, don't worry. Open your hole for him." I gasped, but reached back to pull my buttocks apart so the big cock could get in deep. Harold grunted with pleasure as his movements became more jerky in my hole. "Oh yeah, gonna give you a baby you little slut!" Then he gasped and grunted like a pig, forcing himself into me and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted. "Oh, you dirty bastard! It's in you now!" Said the man in front of me. "Don't fight it!" I groaned and crouched there, accepting the cock spurting toxic cum into me as the man stroked my head tenderly. At last, the enormous cock slid out and I felt the wetness around my anus. "Your turn, Peter." They turned me round and Peter slide his cock into me as Harold pushed my head down to clean his cock. Suddenly, I had a clear image of myself sandwiched between their diseased bodies and the tears splashed from my eyes at my depravity even as I pushed back and squeezed my hole around the thrusting cock, eager to milk more poz cum from him and get myself knocked up.

Whilst we'ed been talking I heard the front door open a couple of times and footsteps in the changing room and then going up the stairs. I left Sid reading his paper and levered myself off the chair, aware of the cool spunk coating my cheeks. Upstairs, I ignored the sauna as I heard voices in the small TV room off on the other side of the landing. There were three guys there, much older than me watching the TV. One sat in a threadbare sofa on one side and the other two on another sofa on the other side. They were real trolls with sagging tits, spindly legs and old, lined faces. There was a porn movie playing with a couple of twinks fucking in a bedroom. "Nice cock on that lad." Said one as the camera zoomed in to show the heavy cock sliding into an arsehole. "Not bad," Said another. "Got a good technique, too." They could have been discussing football or something for all the casualness in their voices. "Alright matey?" The one on the sofa on his own smiled at me reavealing a mouthful of bad teeth. "Why dontcha sit here?" I sat down beside him, conscious that he smelled of body odour, and noticing his hand tugging idly at his cock had dirty fingernails. The others were watching the porn, wanking each others cocks as they moved on to taliking about some new housing estate being built. "Been before?" Asked the old man next to me. "Nope" I said. "First time. Been here a couple of hours" He cackled. "Yeah and I bet Bill or Sid have been up you by now - they don't hang about!" I blushed and nodded. "Both of them." He interrupted the other two. "Dirty bastards have fucked our friend here already!" They laughed and one of them, with rings through his sagging tits and a paunch hanging over his heavy cock gestured me over. "Let's have a look,then." I stood and went over. He turned me round and I bent forward, allowiing his scaley fingers to spread my cheeks and probe my hole. "He's wet, alright. Carrying a bellyful of dirty spunk, I reckon." The other man next to him was very thin and wasted looking with heavy veins on his arms and legs and a fat erection sticking up from his lap. "I need a fuck," He announced. "Once I get off, I can relax a bit." They pulled me onto the sofa between them, getting me to kneel on the cushions and rest my arms on the backrest. Lube was rubbed roughly over my hole, and then the wasted man got off the sofa and got behind me. Without any warning, he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the size of it, but the lube and spunk in my hole allowed it to slip in easily enough. "That's better," I heard him say as he started to thrust into me. The other two ignored us and began a conversation about the news whllst next to them I was being fucked by this disgusting old man. "Ahhh... " he said to the other two. "That feels better. Just need to empty my balls and then I'll hit the sauna." He hadn't even acknowledged me but now I felt his thrusts becoming urgent. For all he cared, he was fucking a piece of meat just to get off. "Yeah...he gasped. Here it comes!" With that he collapsed on my back, shuddering and grunting in orgasm as he shot his load up my insides. After a while, he got heavily off me, pulling his cock out brutally and said. "Right, see you later" to the other two. Then he left. I just knelt there gasping and embarrassed, spunk now dripping over my balls and onto the cushions. "Look at all that spunk!" Said the one with the tit rings. "Reckon Arthur gave him a bellyful that time!" I looked over at them, my face flushed with lust. The man with the tit rings stood up and held his heavy cock in his hand. "You do know you've been pozzed, dont'cha mate?" I nodded and just knelt here. He grinned and for the first time I saw the dark blotches on his skin and the sores on his lower legs. "Good, So you won't mind another bellyful of poz babies then, will you? With that he got behind me and began to slide his fat cock slowly, deliciously into my rectum. "Hold still, darling and let's see if we can get you pregnant today." He whispered as the other man laughed in the background.