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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. 😀

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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.

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.

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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.

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.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

In, out. In, out. Left fist, right fist. Left fist, right fist. The guy fisting me was working my ass liked a pro. He had me gaping and accepting of his huge, hairy paws. There were moments where I could barely pay attention to the cock in my mouth and just let it rest there instead of sucking it. It was oozing out a steady stream of precum, with maybe a little bit of piss mixed in. The smells in the room were intense. There was the man musk from the cock I was sucking. It was coupled with leather from the sling, poppers, sweat, the acrid smoke from T, and that enticing scent of raw sex. The room was heady with aromas. My sense of smell was probably enhanced by the fact that I couldn’t see anything, since Alex had put a blindfold on me before leading me to the sling in his playroom. My legs were shackled to the stirrups, but he left my hands free. That way, I could feel up the guy whose cock I was sucking and move my arms around to stay comfortable in the sling. I had no idea how long I had been in the sling or who it was that was fisting my ass or whose cock I was suckling in my mouth. Let’s go back to the start. Alex and I have gotten together many times, with our play time usually revolving around getting spun and then engaging in deep and extreme ass play. Over the years, we’ve talked about, and fulfilled, many of our fantasies. Tonight, Alex told me he was going to let me live out one of my dream nights. I would be placed in his sling, unable to get out even if I wanted to, and he would invite multiple men over to violate my ass. Some would fuck me, some would fist me, some would use toys on me, but they would all understand that I was just a hole. When I got to his place, we spent some time with just the two of us playing. We started with some clouds, and Alex got into the sling. I worked over his hole and then began to penetrate his ass with one of his toys. This was the prep work for getting my fist into his ass. I knew just how Alex liked it. One hand would be in his ass while the other worked his cock or tweaked his nipples. His hairy ass was a joy to play in, and I always had a great time with him. By this point, his hole was a beautiful mess of hair and lube. My hand was lubed up and, after the toy play, slid into his ass with ease. His favorite was to have me keep my hand in him while I twisted it around and worked it deeper and deeper into his ass. I knew that I had already breached his second sphincter and was well into his colon. Now, I was making some rotations and slight shaking of my hand inside him, while the other stroked his cock. Occasionally, I’d slide my hand up across his belly and onto his hairy chest. There, I’d find one nipple that I would tweak and turn in sync with the hand in his ass. When I’d turn my hand left, I’d twist his nipple to the left. When I’d go a little deeper, I’d apply more pressure to his tit. I gave the other nipple some attention before returning to his cock, stroking it and rubbing the head. All the while, my other hand was wandering around inside his ass. After a bit of this, Alex told me that it was my turn in the sling. Knowing that he liked a slow withdrawal, I took my time pulling out of his ass. He did some poppers when I was about halfway out, and I took time to massage his canal while he rode that high. When my hand popped out, his hole looked amazing. He asked me to put one of his plugs in, so I selected one of the larger ones he has and inserted it. Then, he was ready to get out of the sling. I helped him to stand up, then wrapped my arms around him when he was standing. That way, I could support him if needed, but it was also a great way of bonding and thanking him for allowing me such intimate access. I also liked feeling our furry bodies rubbing against each other. “Your turn”, he told me. With that, I got settled into the sling. I was surprised when he tightened the stirrup straps around my feet so I couldn’t easily slip them off. Then, he grinned wickedly at me as he walked up to the head of the sling. He grabbed a blindfold and put it on me, blocking all sight. He made sure to place a bottle of poppers under me so that I could use them whenever I wanted. Alex began by working his hands over my body. He rubbed my chest, paying special attention to my pierced nipples. He knows that nipple play gets me leaking precum, and he would dive down to lick that up from my hairy belly. My tits are extra sensitive from the piercings, and he was working them nicely. When he would take my cock in his mouth, it always seemed to choose that moment to dump out a load of precum. Alex eagerly lapped it up and would occasionally share some of the sweet goodness with me. He hadn’t done much with my ass except a few swipes over my hole, but my ass was needy and ready for some hearty play. Since my hands were free, I used them to rub Alex’s body and dip my finger into his hole. I would sometimes reach down to my own ass to get it lubed up and ready for whatever he had to give it. I had worked three fingers from each hand in my ass and was using them to pry my ass open. It opened easily since I was seriously horned up for the coming night. While I was rubbing him and fingering his ass, he chuckled and said that he was going to sit down on the stool. He moved away and sat on the stool at the base of the sling. I wanted to give him a good show, so I used my hands to spread my hole for him. He groaned in appreciation and leaned in for a few licks on my ass flesh. That felt great, but I wanted more. Alex took over working my hole. He used his lubed hands to probe my ass, quickly getting all the fingers from one hand inside me. He used those to rotate around, letting his thumb trail around the outside of my hole. Each time he passed over my taint, I squirmed a little more and could feel my hole respond by twitching and opening more. Then, he pulled all the way out. “Hmm, this ass needs something else”, he said. He pulled his hand back and I just laid there, ass open to the world, waiting to see what he had planned. He walked away for a bit and returned soon. “This will do nicely”, he growled as his fingers slid into my ass. As he moved them around, I could feel the telltale burn of a shard being spread throughout my ass. Soon, I felt the oncoming rush as the T hit my bloodstream. This must have been a good-sized shard since the burn lasted for a long time. All the while, I was getting deeper and deeper into the Tina haze. Alex walked away again. When he returned, he said, “We need pics of this pig hole”. I pulsed my ass as he took some pictures then I spread it open with my fingers. “Damn, that is one hungry hole”. I nodded in agreement and kept working my ass open. He put the camera down, and I heard the pop of the cap on the lube bottle, followed by the squishing noises as he spread the lube over his hands. My ass was already well lubed, so there was no need to add more there yet. “Poppers”, he demanded. I grabbed the bottle, opened it, and placed it under my nose. A good deep snort in each nostril would do for now. I recapped the bottle, slid it back between me and the sling, and threw my hands back behind my head. Once Alex knew the rush from the fumes had their grip on me, he slid his hand into my ass. He went pretty quickly since I was so open and ready. The poppers and T probably helped ease his entry, too. He knows how I like to be fisted, so he went in as far as he could and held his hand there, slowly flexing and extending his fingers. He teased my second hole, and it willingly let him in. Once there, he proceeded to twist, flex, and probe even deeper. It felt fucking amazing, and I was a pig in heaven. Next, he started his pullout. He went slow, all the while twisting and turning his hand inside me. He didn’t initially pull all the way out but used his hairy paw to stretch my hole open. Alex was using his knuckles to expand my opening, then he’d sink his fist deeper into me. Then, he’d go back to using his knuckles to get my ass to gape. When he did finally pull out, he said, “Look at that hot fucking hole.” I pulsed my hole in appreciation of his comment. Alex told me that the night was going to be a special treat for me. Little did I know what he had in store for me, but I was ready for more. He lubed up a large butt plug and slid it into my ass. After his fisting, it went in with little resistance and I felt the flared based lodge in my ass. Then, I heard Alex walk away.

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.

Just a bit ago. Been on sniffles/Grindr/squirt damn near all day with no luck. About to call it quits when a guy hits me up on BBRT. Had already been cleaned out. Headed right over. Been a couple months since I've been fucked so he had a hard time getting it in. Moved me to his sling. First time I've ever been fucked in a sling. Will have to get one for my own place once I get outta Cali haha. Being fucked while blindfolded is just something else. He was able to slide it and he loved my tight hole. Started out slow then started picking up the pace before I heard the grunts and felt him tense up when he was shooting his load in my hole. I really needed that fuck. Hopefully I'll get some more loads this week.

GOALS

Holy fuck that's hot! My best is 6 lol.

Yep, I was late to bareback and paranoid I'd catch something. When I was 35 I started topping bare, and really liked it. I'm versatile so considered being fucked bare. Chatted to a leather Dom top online, met up at his place. He said "I'm going to use you boy, all your holes, I don't wear condoms. If you've got a problem with that, the door is over there." Ended up being fucked three times in four hours, cum dripping down my leg, and no regrets!

@slipitupme this is so sleezy yet deliciously like my sauna visits- I never complain when the oldies fuck me only give up and resign myself to their cock inside me. I would love to read of a buisness guy or a fit hottie giving up his body to tht old trolls. In real life fit handsome never lets an old troll have them-or so I've experienced but it would be hot if a nice young fella were to accidentally visit & come awsy with a poz baby xx

If a bottom asks me to pull out, I will happily honor his request provided he understands that my "pull out game" is like a lot of straight men fucking a woman... it doesn't always go according to plan.🤔

I’m working on something like this but with a broader scope .

His cock head felt hot as it slipped between my sweaty arse cheeks. It was so hot in this room that my crack was already slippery with sweat, and it got slicker as his precum mixed with my sweat. I closed my eyes and my heart was pounding like a drum in my chest. I was so incredibly turned on but also terrified about the massive poz cock poised at my hole. "My my, you do like to live...dangerously don't you? I wonder what the odds of you converting in one fuck would be?" he spoke as he slowly rubbed his cock between my cheeks. His cockhead brushed my tight virgin hole and I flinched, but at the same time a jolt ran up my spine, I was so turned on. "How dangerously, I wonder? Hmmm......maybe you'd like to flip for lube? Or condoms?" Wait, what? Was that one flip? Or two? I couldn't quite figure out what he meant, I tried to nod and shake my head while asking in muffled moans round the gag for him to please use a condom. I heard the flick and slap of him flipping another coin behind my back again. "Ooh, bad choice I'm afraid. No condoms or lube it is. I do hope your not the type to welch on a bet." John lined his massive cock up with my virgin hole. I'd never inserted anything bigger than a curious finger up there and now there was a bare poz cock beginning to press against it. It was somewhat slippery from the sweat and precum that had slicked my crack, but not enough for this! I clenched my jaw and bit hard into the rubber ball gag as my hole burned and stung, straining to accommodate the invading cockhead. The pain abated very slightly as the head popped in and John eased back from pushing in. "Oh, that is a lovely, tight arsehole you've got there. Can't believe your so happy to just risk that lovely neg hole getting ruined on a silly bet." He slowly started to slip the first little part of his cock in and out of my poor hole. The burning increased again, but I could feel it starting to become a bit slicker. How much precum was that poz cock leaking into my unprotected arse? And why was my cock so hard, even through the pain radiating from my arse. "Whoops, think I might have torn you up a little getting in there. Little bit of bloods nothing to worry about though." John chuckled as he worked more of his cock into my hole. I continued to bite the gag and tried to breathe as my hole was slowly stretched and I began to feel the red hot length of his cock slide slowly further and further into my rectum. After some minutes, as John thrusted in I felt his balls slap my arse as he finally bottomed out. My arse was on fire and it felt like his cock was trying to take up some serious space in my abdomen. As he fully penetrated me, he leaned forward and rested his hands on the small of my back, pushing me down. I felt a drip of sweat fall from him and hit me between the shoulder blades. "Well, don't you fit like the perfect cock sleeve! With a little persuasion. Now, how about a real bet?" I tried to catch my breath. I shuddered and writhed slightly on the iron bar piercing me. What the fuck else? What did this guy have in mind for me!

Tuesday. Remote estate out in the Arabian desert. Party with 21 men. Hours upon hours of being used. Made $10k. Passed out by the end. Still recovering, lol.

I was in a different part of town running an errand when a Mexican guy hmu on Grindr. His English was limited. I asked him what he was into and he just said "sex." Based on his pics and profile I figured he was a top. I was wrong. He couldn't get my dick in his mouth quick enough. He ended up grabbing my dick and sticking it in his ass, no lube. I could tell it hurt but he wanted it. It actually turned out to be pretty romantic with lots of kissing and eye contact. Later he rode me and we both came. It was clear he had a wife and kids based on the apartment. Felt great to fuck him in the bed he shares with his wife.

So this chain is gettng a bit long. I feel its a good break point and will continue it under the title "Cumdump Daddy Getting Pozzed – Getting it Right this Time" Hope you enjoy as I further develop the differing story lines - Cuban Conversion, Doctor make sure I'm pozzed, Craig and me getting back together, and of course Jason, coming to visit. Hit me up with any topics you want to see incorporated.

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 .....

Bill sat beside me on the bed and wiped himself with a tissue mum handed him. Then he sipped some tea and grinned. "So, I hear Timmy's been a bad boy." He said. She laughed. "Your fault, you old sod. It was you who broke him in at the sauna!" I lay there with Bill's cum dripping from my arsehole listening to them talking like I wasn't there as Bill drank his tea. "When's he coming back to the sauna?" SHe shrugged. "Couple of days, Bill." He nodded, got off the bed and pulled up his trousers and stuffed his cock into his stained underpants. "OK," He said and slapped my rump. "Be good, Timmy!" He laughed and sidled out of the room. Mum cleaned my hole with a tissue, then went off to prepare dinner.

I was looking on Doublelist yesterday afternoon. I of course look through the gay4gay and str84gay listings. But, I also like to look through the guys4women listings. I'll occasionally even send those guys a message stating that if they don't find a female, I'd love to suck them off. Believe it or not, occasionally I'll get a reply from those guys. And a few times I've even ended up meeting and sucking off the str8 guy. So, even though the chances are rare that it will go somewhere, it's always worth a try. In the guys4women listing I found a post from a str8 trucker. He said he was just pulling into town and would be spending the night in his truck at a truck stop on the south end of the valley. Not too far from where I live. I sent the guy a message saying I know he was looking for female, but that I knew most of the women on Doublelist in Vegas are "working girls". I told him if he didn't find a female and still needed a mouth to get him off, I'd be happy to get him off with my mouth. I attached a couple of pics of me sucking some dick and one of me eating some ass and sent the email off to him. About 45 minutes went by and I hadn't heard anything from him. I'd actually kind of forgotten about him when I got an email. I read it and it was from the trucker. He said he was at the truck stop and that just as I'd said, all the women that had contacted him were wanting money. He said he had a weeks load and just needed a mouth to get him off. He said he has had a few guys blow him in the past. He said as long as his sleeper was dark, he was ok with a guy getting him off if he sucked good. I told him that I was good at it and a dark sleeper cabin was fine with me. He told me how to find his rig and I told him that I'd be there in 30 minutes. He told me to knock. Wait a few seconds so he could get his cock out and turn off the light, then come up into the cab and find him in the sleeper, behind the curtains. I did just as he told me. I drove to the truckstop. I found his rig. I parked where he told me to park and I walked back to his rig. I knocked on his cab door and waited for a few seconds. Then I climbed up into his rig, closed and locked his door and opened the curtain to climb back into the sleeper. As I had the curtains split briefly to enter the sleeper I could see him sitting on the edge of the bed. He was a really hot, masculine, muscular guy in his early 50's. His chest was covered in thick, black hair. His hair was salt & pepper. He wore it long and looked a bit straggly. He looked like he had a couple of days growth of whiskers covering his chin and cheeks. He was sitting there naked and a long, thick cock was hanging limp between his legs. I closed the drapes behind me. I quickly removed my shirt and short pants, including my underwear. I grabbed my poppers from my shorts pocket as I dropped to my knees between his legs. I leaned in and took his thick, limp cock between my lips. I sucked for a bit, then lowered to his balls and licked his balls. I stroked his cock a bit as I licked his balls. Then went back to sucking on his cock. His cock was slowly swelling as I worshipped his cock. Within minutes he was rock hard and let out a soft moan as I sucked him. After about 5 minutes of sucking him, I could hear his breathing quicken. He pushed my head off his cock. "I don't want to cum yet", he said as he pushed me away. I lifted his legs and licked his balls again. I licked underneath his balls. Then pushed his legs further back and licked his hairy asshole. He let out a load groan. "Oh, fuck! Jesus! FUCK! I've never had my ass licked. Damn! Fuck! That's amazing." I continue to lick his hole as he squirms and moans. I spread his asscheeks and lick up inside his hole. He's going wild. Finally I let his legs down and my mouth dives back on his now dripping cock. After another few moments he pushes my head away again. "Fuck! I don't want to cum." I again repeat the rimming of his hairy ass. "Do you want to fuck me?" I ask? "Nahhh......... I don't fuck guys. I've never fucked a dude. But shit, dude. You've got me horny as hell. I go back to sucking him and after a few minutes he pushes me off again. "Fuck me, dude. You can control your orgasm better if you're fucking me. You can edge yourself as long as you want in my ass. You'll love my ass." I tell him as I climb up from the floor. Without waiting for his answer, I climb onto the mattress and put my ass up, kneeling on the edge of the mattress. Also without saying anything, he climbs off the mattress and stands behind me. I spit a few times onto my fingers and lube up my ass with my own saliva. I get my hole nice and slick for him and then I take a couple of deep drags on my poppers. I feel him put his swollen cockhead up to my hole. Soon he's pressing up into me. I continue to sniff my poppers as my hole opens up and his cock slides all the way up into me. I feel him place his hands around my waist and he begins to slide in and out of me. Soon he's ramming into me. His body slapping into me as he thrusts. He grunts as his thrust become harder, deeper and more brutal. He's fucking like a crazy man. From his grunts, I could tell he was getting close. Then he pulls me back onto his cock as he holds it deep inside me. I can feel his cock throb as I feel him unloading his swollen balls into my ass. As he squirts rope after rope of cum into me, my ass is milking his cock. He shudders a bit, then pulls his cock out of me. "Fuck, dude! I can't believe you got me to do that. Fuck! That was intense!" I laughed as he dropped onto the small bench that was to the side of the sleeper. He was catching his breath as I climbed off the bed and began to dress. He was still trying to catch his breath. I had finished putting my shorts and shirt on, and was slipping on my flip flops when I said, "Thanks! Let me know when you're passing through Vegas the next time. My holes will always be yours if you want them." I climbed through the curtains and opened the cab door. I climbed down from the cab and walked back to my car, happy to know I had a hot load of trucker cum deep inside my guts.

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.

On the plus side: In general, guys who are poz tend to be a lot more fun than guys who are neg. Of course, that's because what makes them fun is what got them infected. But once you convert, you've got access to pretty much as much slutty guilt-free sex with poz guys as you like. It's also pretty much a complete license to never use condoms again. When I was neg, there was the little voice telling me that letting complete strangers breed my ass all the time probably wasn't too smart (I never listened to it...as a bottom, I craved guys unloading inside me, and as a top, I almost never could maintain a hardon with a condom). Once I converted, there was absolutely nothing at all restraining me from barebacking all the time (with the caveat that I'm open with potentially neg partners prior to sex so they can make an informed decision). I'm happy and healthy and completely free of the hysteria surrounding sex we've had to deal with since the mid-80s. The downside: Meds are expensive. I have to make sure I always have health insurance. Occasionally, the side effects get to me. A few people, even in the gay community, still to this day freak out when they learn you have HIV. And bug chasers (as opposed to guys who don't know and don't care about their status), I have learned, can be really fucking annoying, pressuring you to breed them at every turn.