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My senior year in high school, after I had completed football season, I started working for a steak house as a dishwasher and quickly moved into the cook position. I was 6’ 185lbs and cut due to playing sports throughout school. Aside from weights, I ran for cardio every day, ate a high protein low carb diet, and had a fast metabolism to match my raging hormonal sex drive. It had been out of control for years. I knew I was gay from a very early age and actively sought to satisfy my appetite. I would sneak into the ABS and bathhouses around town. Always plenty of men wanting to suck some young jock cock or get fucked in the video booth at the ABS, or guys who looked to play in the sauna, sling room, or video room at the bathhouse. Primarily a top, if the guy was hot and in college, at the time what I considered an older man, I would open my hope. One on one was fine, but group fuckfests with others watching was always better. I loved being watched and it was easy to draw a crowd. I would hang in the video room at the bathhouse and get blowen by guy after guy. If I was in the mood, I would flip them over and fuck their ass and then watch as another guy would clean off the cum from my cock after I had cum in the first guy’s ass. By the time I was heading to college I had racked up more guys than I could count and along with it, numerous trips to the public health office for testing and meds for STIs. I had quite the record. One day a new hire came to the restaurant. He was the son of a friend of one of the managers. He was a crazy stud. He was a wrestler at a neighbor school, 5’ 10” about 160lbs, blonde, blue eyed, zero body fat, drove a pickup truck, smirk on his face, wore tight cloths, he knew he was hot. He exuded animal lust, a walking hormone. As the weeks passed he flirted with everyone – male and female. He didn’t care. In the kitchen galley he would lift his shirt to show his six pack abs, with a light tan treasure trail leading down the bulge in his pants. He had no problem showing the other cooks his monster cut cock which leaned slightly to the left with a short crop of blonde hair framing his meat. He was very proud of his physique and his cock – no doubt the envy of his peers in the showers after practice. He had a swagger that screamed stud. Others who knew him said he wasn’t a tease, that he was a hormone for anyone who wanted to service him or allow him to top. A fuck was a fuck. He was a young man’s man. Running parallel to all this was my gay stud uncle. Thirteen years older than me, he was a bronzed 6’ 1” 195 lb muscle man with jet black hair, perfect v shape, small hips, big chest, muscled legs, former Army infantry man who lived within a mile of me. When other men in the extended family were having a beer, he would be drinking whiskey. He had a series of cars and motorcycles: Harley, Corvette, pickups. He regularly went to Los Angeles and San Francisco for vacation. His home was always open to me along with his weightroom in the basement. The room was equipped with a bench, free weights, pull-up bar, and mirrored walls. One afternoon, after working out, while my uncle was at the store, off the weight room, behind a locked door, I discovered a dungeon, porn mag covers posted on the dark walls, with a fuck bench in the middle and sling in the corner. I had used them both at the bathhouse and had become accustom to grabbing the guys by the hips as I rammed by cock mercilessly up the anonymous dude’s ass until I unloaded and then went downstairs to the shower and sauna to clean up and get ready for another round. Seeing the sling in the room off the weight room sent my mind into overdrive. I began to picture to sessions of my stud uncle railing the dudes. It immediately got me hard. I stripped, foisted myself into the sling and put my ankles in the straps moving my hole into a perfect entrance position. My heart pounding, I quickly moved out of the sling and shut the door, not wanting to get caught by my uncle in his dungeon should he unexpectedly return. While I was 18, he was 31. My body was still developing, his was in prime form. The smell in the room told me it was regularly used. By the worn feel of the room, I had no doubt that the guys he railed had shot their load all over and the leather and it was well lubed with cum. I noticed a camera attached the ceiling. Not wanting to get caught, I climbed out of the sling and exited the room cautiously, locking the door behind. I went back upstairs, changed my cloths, and waited for him to return. Not long after changing, he returned, I thanked him for the use of the weights and then left. The thoughts, however, continued to invade my mind with vivid images of the pleasure-fest luring my fantasies.

On my way home from work today. I left early because of the holiday weekend. I thought that it may be a busy day at the video store. It was steady. I got there around 1:30 and I saw a daddy that has a big dick that I know. He won’t fuck me but he loves when I suck him. We went into a booth where I proceeded to make love to his cock for awhile. He fed me his load and I was off to find more. There was a booth that was open and playing a video so I went in to watch. An older black guy wanted to come in so I let him in. He pulled out his beautiful 8 or 9” cock and I did my job and got on my knees and started sucking. A few minutes later after he was fully hard he pulled me up turned me around and yanked my shorts down. I instinctively reached back to grab his cock to guide him in but he slapped my hand away. He pushed my head down so I was bent over. Kicked my legs apart. Spit on his hand and rubbed it on my pussy. I knew he wasn’t going to use me gently so I grabbed my poppers and started to inhale. He slammed in me hard and started to pound my pussy relentlessly. I was happy to be used like this. He fucked me hard and then came in me even harder. I tried to tell him thank you and how grateful I was but he just pulled his pants up and left. I noticed the video had stopped so I pulled my shorts up and walked out of the booth. I walked around a little. I gave another blow job to a hot black guy. He shot in my mouth unceremoniously. I walked around a little more and found a door open with a older guy with a nice body and hairy chest stroking his above average cock. I went in and started to suck him. He plumped up nice so I stood up and turned around and gave him the fag stance. He slipped right in and started to fuck me. I felt the need to tell him that I already had a load in me and he said that it was hot. I asked him what gets him off because I wanted to earn his load. He said pigs that have loads in them and want more. It sounded like me. Lol. He fucked me slow and hard and really used my pussy. He finally gave me a really nice load to top me off. I said to him “ your load makes me feel all CHARGED up now.” He just gave me a dirty grin. My pussy was now leaking cum and I was on a mission to get more. I left the booth and walked around some more. I couldn’t find anyone that wanted to play and I was just about to leave when the first guy that bred me came back. The older black guy. I said “ do you need to breed another load in me sir?” He just looked through me. Like I wasn’t human. That made me want him to fuck me even more. I kept watching him walk around. I didn’t want to push it. If he wanted to use me he just had to let me know. After about 30 minutes he walked by me and right into a booth. I walked over and open the door and he motioned me in. It was similar to the first time he bred me he took out his beautiful cock and I started to suck him to get hard. His cock tasted like cum and pussy. He pulled me up again and I assumed the gag pose. I got out my poppers and started huffing hard. He started to pound me again. I told him that I had another man’s load in with his. He said I was a good pig and fucked another load in me. I left to go to happy hour with friends. I kept thinking what they would think if they knew I had three loads of strangers cum inside me.

Part 2 Back home by rage had fully subsided. Carl was having an early night as he flight was at a crazy time in the morning. I was chilling with a glass of wine and a TV in the background but paying no attention to what was on. Instead I was on my phone searching for random gay cruising listings. I search hit came up for the “Hit and miss toilets” in the park by the river. Reading the comments it seemed like it was very active up until summer last year and now not so much. Next was to check out some of the hook up sites and apps to see who was around. I purposely avoided Grindr as I was scared that the first profile I’d see on it was Carl’s and I had to keep my focus away from that. After about an hour of a mindlessly scrolling, searching and getting distracted by porn I found some more obscure sites. One was dedicated to finding guys into bareback sex and another one was to share stories of ‘POZ encounters’. Its not something that had ever turned me on but reading the stories in the fiction section got my dick hard and my heart pounding. I even took a blast of poppers whilst reading. Some of the encounters were just mind blowing. I was so horned up by the stories and light headed with the wine I created a profile on the barebacking hookup site, took and uploaded some pics then added a slutty message to my profile text. Even though I have a respectable city job I’m in shape with a lot of running, cycling and weights. I’m no adonis but I’m kinda pleased with my lean build, furry chest and muscular but round ass! After about another 30 mins of checking out various guys (none of whom were nearby) I was getting frustrated by the lack of attention. So I upped the stakes by creating a party listing: “Married Bttm hosting this weekend. Anon. No load refused”. No sooner had I clicked the submit button I must have fallen asleep on the sofa as the next thing I knew was Carl kissing me on the forehead and saying goodbye. I crawled into our bedroom and fell asleep again. Waking up I had the mixture of guilt and horniness. Carl had sent me a message wishing me a good day and how he’ll miss me. My phone also had the barebacking site still open. To my surprise there were over 30 messages! Admittedly several of them were automated pic sharing notifications but still this was more attention than I’ve had in years. There were about 8 requests to join my party listing. Its as this point I decided that I did want to go through with this. I accepted requests, messaged a few of the guys and got several back in return. It was approaching lunch so I took a long shower to ensure I was fully clean outside and in. My favourite mix of porn, poppers and wine helped relax me and get me in the mood. My stomach was in knots as I sent the first guy my address and his immediate reply was “Cool bud, see you in 25mins”. That time passed by so quickly as son enough there was another buzz on my phone “Parked up, let me know when you’re in position”. It took me a moment to comprehend the message then I remembered in my listing it said anon. Not wanting to disappoint I quickly closed the blind, stripped to my jock, unlocked the front door and waited face down on the bed. A simple “Ready” was all it took and seconds later I heard the main door open. Another blast of poppers settled me down as the guy entered our martial bedroom and placed his hands on my hips. “My my my that ass looks even more delicious in person” “Thank you, sir” “Sir… I like that… are you going to be an obedient boy for me” I just made a sound to convey my agreement The guy was older, out of shape but looked well endowed by his profile pics! His hands went to work massaging my back and neck. Commenting on my tension and trying to get me to relax. His tongue was exploring my body and then reached my hole. The way he rimmed me deeply was amazing. Id never had someone eat out my ass like he did. His beard stubble acting as a good sensation against my ass cheeks. A finger with lube was inserted and my hole got worked and loosened “Ready for my dick?” Again I just made a sound. I couldn’t speak as I was just thinking about my husband, how I should be using a condom, how I shouldn’t be doing this at all. So I just lay there. The head of his dick went straight in to my hole. His thickness was amazing, it felt like I was being impaled but I had no desire to push him back. Only the tip was inside me and already it felt unlike any other fuck I’d had. Without hesitation he thrust the rest of his dick inside and began to work my ass. I squirmed, clenched and tried to focus on my breathing to accept this dick by man it was tough to take! He just laughed and told to me relax. “Enjoying it?”, he exclaimed “Oh very, VERY much, Sir” “In that case lets take it to the next level” And with that the ramped up the intensity and started to absolutely bang my ass. There were so many times that I almost asked him to stop but before I could there was a grunt and he just shouted “Fuck yean man” at which point I knew he’d shot his load inside me. He wasn’t waiting around but I had to turn over to get a look at him. “Um thanks man” “No, thank you! That’s one amazing ass. And you look cute face up. I want that ass again…. And soon” He gathered his clothes, dressed and left. My head was spinning. Had I just let this random guy fuck me and I didn’t even think about asking for a condom? He was hot though, a great top, nice build and a cute scorpion tattoo on his hip. My ass was aching after that workout but I knew I wanted more so I reopened the barebacking app to see who else was interested in my extra martial party…

Part 1 I’d been running for a while and ended up in a local park which I don’t tend to use. It was time for a break so slowed to a walk, grabbed a water from a local store and started to cool down. After about 10 mins I passed a run down toilet block deep in the park. I was getting the urge to pee so stepped inside. Unsurprising it was just as filthy inside, covered in graffiti and smelling of stale piss. I relieved myself and then got distracted by the graffiti. There were all the usual stuff “Carl is a bumboy” “For gay sex fone….” And the usual knob drawings. What stood out though was some horny messages about guys cruising these toilets, taking loads and one which proudly proclaimed “Got AIDS here” with a big smiley face next to it. For some reason that made my dick stand to attention. I’d never given safe sex much of a thought as I’ve been in a relationship and married so long in, what I thought was a monogamous relationship, that it just dropped off my radar. My husband fucks me, shoots inside me but its fine as its just us. Lost in my own thoughts and trying to distract myself from my husbands cheating I went in to only stalls to continue reading the graffiti. It was then when I heard footsteps entering the toilets. I stood still, slowed by breathing so they wouldn’t hear me hoping they’d be gone in a moment. A minute or so past then another set of footsteps entered then the sound of heavy breathing. I cautiously peeked around to see two guys making out. Continuing to watch the younger guy (mid to late 20s) dropped to his knees and unzipped the older guy (early 50s ish) to reveal his thick dick. The twink greedily deep throated the daddy and didn’t even gag on that thick cock. Daddy was enjoying this by the moans with pleasure. I’m rock hard at this point. “Fuck boy you’re so damn good”, moaned the daddy “mmmmmhmmmm”, replied the twink with his mouth still full of dick “Gonna let me in that ass boi?” Without hesitation he slipped down his shorts to reveal a smooth ass. Daddy just turned him around rimmed him deeply then spat on the hole to get it ripe for fucking. The head of that meaty dick rested on the twink’s hole just for a second or two before disappearing inside. Watching them fuck was intense, the stamina of the daddy and the twink just took that rough, raw pounding. My husband has NEVER fucked me even closely to that level of intensity. “I’m getting close boi” “Fuck me daddy, fill up my c*nt with your load” “Hell yeah you’re going to get daddies load, daddies POZ load” “Give it to me, give me that poz juice” This is what sent the guy over the edge and from the loud moan he just released a lot of cum inside the guy. They quickly redressed themselves and said their goodbyes with the twink leaving first. Daddy followed a few seconds later, not looking back, but saying fairly loudly “I hope you enjoyed the show” as he laughed and disappeared. So I might not have been as stealthy as I thought. What I also didn’t realise is that I’d cum, handsfree in to my running shorts. It was going to be a sticky run home with my load there! My thoughts turned back to my cheating husband and then to the toilets. Its at that point I realised that its now my time, my turn to have sex with other guys, my right to explore my sexual side again. This weekend is the weekend I cheat on my husband.

Part 5 – Man of his word Travis did as he was told. He got back on the bed and went straight into doggie position. Reggie walked away to a dresser on the other side of the room. When he returned, he was fidgeting with his phone in one hand and a loaded pipe in the other. He texted away for a few minutes and then walked back to the bed. Reggie took a good sized rip and blew out his cloud. He hands the pipe down to the boy in front of him. Travis took his turn on the pipe and as he was letting his own cloud go, he felt Reggie’s tongue invading his hole. T: oh my gaaaa Reggie was eating his ass out like it was his last meal. When he had it dripping wet, he backed up to admire the puckering hole before him. G: Hey Regg, you promised me… Reggie turned his gaze toward the other twink in the sling. He looked down as the cum was leaking from his hole. The sight made his dick bounce. R: yes, I remember. And I’m a man of my word. Reggie stands up and walks over to the sling. He releases the twink and he gets out of the contraption. Garth was hard from the fucking he had just endured. He steps behind his best friend. Reggie had promised him that he could pop his friend’s cherry. Reggie walks off to his setup and comes back with a small bottle of his personal parTy lube. He squeezes some into his hand and grabs Garth by the dick. Slowly, he coats the twink’s dick with a thick layer of lube. R: now hurry up and drop your load. I said you had first dibs but I’m getting in right after you. Robbie reloads the pipe and takes a hit as the boy lines up his dick. He hands the pipe over to Garth. R: take a hit and hold it as you slide into him. Robbie goes down to Travis’s level and hands him a bottle of poppers. He quickly explains how they work. Travis takes 3 big hits of poppers, followed by Garth lighting up and pushing himself forward into his best friend. Garth slips half his 6 inches into bottom. He releases the cloud as the sound of moaning came from the bottom. R: go ahead and do that again. Both of you. Both of the boys listened. The snorting of poppers and flick of the lighter and another push. Boom. Garth bottoms out. All of his dick is inside his friend. The feeling was surreal. Garth just stayed there getting used to the feeling of having his dick gripped by a tight ass. After what seemed like forever for Garth, he finally starts to rock back and forth. He stayed balls deep in him as he rocked forward and back. He took him time and went slow. He was lost in a daze of feelings. He hardly even realized his friend was moaning and begging for more cock. When he finally tuned in and heard Travis moaning like a whore, that tipped him over the edge and he shot his load deep in his friend’s hole. Travis felt like a million bucks after his orgasm and had a big grin on his face. He pulls out and looks over at Reggie for some encouragement or something, he didn’t know what. Reggie was jerking off to the side watching the show. Already all lubed up. R: aww, wasn’t that cute. You made love to your friend. Hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna fuck his tight hole until I get my fill. Now move over little homie. He brushed Gary away and lined up behind Travis. Reggie looked down at the tight hole that was just starting to close. R: oh no, we cant have that. Hold on bitch, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride. Reggie pushed the tip of his dick against the boy’s entrance. It was resisting until the boy hit the poppers. POP! The head pops in. T: oh damn, It’s so thick R: oh baby, it aint even in yet. That’s just my head. Do you want me to stop? Reggie pulled his dick out. Travis felt so empty. He couldn’t take it, the tina playing with his head. T: please fuck me Reggie. I need it. R: take another 3 hits of poppers as I push in. Reggie placed his dick back at the entrance and waited. He heard the first sniff and pushed forward. His head popped back in. A moan escaped the boy. Second sniff and push – 3 inches slid in eliciting another moan. R: okay baby, one more and I can start the pounding. A third sniff and Reggie grabs the twink by the waist and pushes in with all his weight. He bottoms out. All 9 inches are inside the boy. This left Travis whimpering a bit but thoroughly enjoying it. T: OMG I feel like you are ripping me in two. But in a good way. R: yeah, lets just hold here a min to let you get used to my thickness. Don’t worry I’m not a one pump chump like some guys. Reggie turns to Garth and laughs. Its ok boy, you’ll level up soon enough. Then he turns his attention back to his bottom. R: ok, enough time. Lets get this fuck on the road. Hey Garth, come around here and hold the poppers for him. He is not gonna be able to hold the bottle steady once I start. Garth runs around and gets on the bed and gets into position to do his assigned task. Reggie pulls almost completely out, leaving just his head in the hole. Then he unceremoniously slams forward and pushes all 9 back in. The poor twink yelped. T: can you go slower please? R: oh yeah for sure baby. Reggie gave a devilish grin that neither one of the boys saw. Reggie again pulled almost out and then slammed back in. he picked up the pace and slapping against the boy’s ass in no time at all. Travis is half moaning, half crying, trying to plead Reggie to go slower. Reggie had no interest in what the twink was saying. He had a virgin (practically) to pop. Travis tries to lean forward and escape his position. But to no avail, Reggie just shifted his weight and slammed the twink into his stomach on the mattress. Reggie used his knees to spread the legs apart. He wanted to get as far into the hole as possible. The half cries and pleading was just a turn on for Reggie. Every time he heard it, he would pound harder trying to get deeper. R: Garth, you are sleeping on the job. The boy needs poppers. Garth, who had been watching the assault and jerking his dick while watching snapped out of it and pushed the bottle of poppers under his friend’s nose. 3 good sniffs in and Garth backed away to get a good view again. Reggie lifted the boy and turned him around. He threw the twink’s legs on his shoulder and pushed himself back into the boy’s hole. He looked down at the boy with streaks of tears down his cheek. He had stopped crying and was now only moaning. R: see that wasn’t so bad. Just needed you to get used to it. Reggie pumped into the boy’s body and was making slap sounds from the pounding. He shifts his weight and get into the hole at a different angle. The sound of his balls slapping into the ass echoed in the room. It only took and hour or so of pounding to get Reggie to finally cum. After pumping the boy full of his cum, he falls between the legs of the boy. R: damn, you sucked the soul right out of me. Rest up boy. You too Garth. I’m taking a small break but we are far from done. Reggie pounded the boys all night and into the next day. When they finally were leaving, they both had 5 loads leaking out their holes. R: come by next weekend boys. I have a few friends that would love to meet you guys. The boys piled into the car and drove off. When they got to Travis’s house, they both got off and headed to his room. His room had it’s own bathroom so they both jumped in the shower. They washed away all the sweat, dried saliva, and dried cum off each other’s bodies. The 2 boys both jumped into Travis’s queen size bed. They held each other and tried to fall asleep. Tried and tried and tried to go to sleep. They finally gave up and started making out. Travis pulled out his bottle of lube and they were off to the races. Garth gave Travis another load and then Travis gave Garth one. After fucking each other for about an hour, only after they were thoroughly out of energy did they finally slip into sleep. Both of them dreaming of what new adventures awaited them next weekend.

I'm getting 1-3 dicks at a time almost daily. They make me feel cheap and worthless, like I have to make it up to their cocks personally. I try my best. It feels great especially now that first few fucks behavior/manners are gone. They come in, do what they want, and leave. I feel so dirty

Fuck I'm having a great time in Berlin, came through with a friend and every night we've been checking out the cruising scene. On Sunday we went to Boiler and I got fucked a few times there, the steam maze ist sehr Toll, then yesterday I went around collecting loads from guys on Grindr in various hotels until we went out for the night. Went to Bull bar to suck some guys and naturally the biggest dick in the darkroom wants to be inside me first so I get in the sling and let myself get fucked and bred by him and whoever came after. Then we went to Fricken 3000 and while it was totally dead mostly, I got to chatting to the hottest guy at the bar and after telling him I've got a bottle of lube in my bag he takes me downstairs and starts to fist me. Fuck that was incredible, just making out with this beautiful guy while he's punching deep into my guts, I don't think I shot my load but I think I orgasmed from how intense he went. I leave Berlin on Thursday morning, any recommendations until then? I'm in chastity so still horny 😈

This is so awesome! I hope me and my dad end up like this. He was my first and we've been in a sexual relationship for 9 years now. We recently started fucking again after over 4 long years of not being together. We love each other so much but he struggles with holding me back from something better I guess. But when we fuck it's so loving and so perfect. There is no better feeling in the world than your dad and hero losing all control and filling you up inside.

I met my first ever hookup on Grinder, I was 19 and he was 32. He invited me back to his hotel and proceeded with small talk. ( I’ve have a thing for the male chest, love kissing/worshipping on male nipples/areola’s). I sucked on his nipples while he played with mine which is wired to my dick. He asked if I had ever been fucked and I told him no and that I was only interested in oral being my first time with a guy. Long story short, he brought us both drinks and I woke up the next day with a sore ass with dried cum not remembering the night before. He left a note saying the room is paid for another night if I wanted to stay.

The guy fucked me for a while, biting me in the neck and pushing my head down on daddy. It felt like his dick was getting bigger and I knew he was going to cum. After he did and left I felt another pair of hands separating my cheeks and another dick plowed me. This went on for a couple of hours and I took about 8 or 9 loads. Daddy got up and closed the door and told me I needed a break. He gave me more Gatorade. I was sweating bullets and feeling a bit warm and very sensual. I was climbing onto daddy, his fingers found my ass and started grinding his hand basically begging him to stick his fingers in. Three fingers went in at once and I was grunting riding them, making out, loving the heat and the sweat. Soon it was four fingers and I was gasping for breath. His phone buzzed, he set me down in the bed and started fucking me while he texted someone. He asked if I liked how I was feeling, I said I did. He leaned in close and asked if I wanted to keep going. I said yes. He asked if I wanted to keep feeling this way. I uhuhed yes. He reached in the cubby under the bed and produced a glass pipe and a torch lighter. I felt a bit of uneasy because I didn’t know what it was but it seemed more hardcore than weed. He sensed it and told me I had already done some because he put in my ass earlier and I had said I liked it so why not keep going. I said I didn’t know how. He said he would show me. There was something in the pipe already, it was frosty white. He put the lighter under, coughed to mask the click of the torch and started melting the stuff, he said he would take a hit and shotgun it to me. I saw him start to take the hit and the swirl in the pipe. It seemed like forever and I was hypnotized and then he turned off the torch and kept inhaling. When he stopped he motioned me to come closer, put the torch down and with his now free hand he held my head to his and our mouths together and exhaled forcing me to inhale the hit, some escaped around our lips. I exhaled back into his mouth and he back into mine. After a few exchanges I was spinning and feeling so horny. Someone knocked on the door. He put the pipe and torch under the pillow , opened the door and let this other jock like dude in and closed it. He introduced us and said he would be joining us. His friend was hard and dropped his towel. He picked me up like I was a rag doll and sat me on his dick. Daddy pulled out the pipe and put the stem to my lips and coughed again to mask the torch. Then told me to inhale. I did. Greedily. Then he motioned me to shotgun the heat to his friend. The guy took it and gave it back and started rocking me on his dick. Daddy motioned us down so that I was riding the new guy chest to chest and then I felt Dady climb on top of us and started to put his dick in me too. I had never been DP’d before but my ass just seemed to open up to accommodate and then to latch on to both dicks.

Yesterday for wet lunch at the park. Needed to release so for lunch I went to the park where I been before and had some good fun. A few cars but no one in them so I parked and waited for a little. I saw two guys walk out of the path and go to their cars. One saw me and looked at me. I waved and he walked over. I lowered my window and he said hello looking for fun? I said i could be. He said good timing it will get busy soon for lunch. I said just want a quick suck if you want. He asked to see so I pulled my pants down. He reached in and stroked me a little and said looks yummy can I come in. I said sure. He got in and I took my pants off as he bent over to suck. He was great as he told me to move the back down. I did he got on his knees in the seat for better access and sucked then fingered me a little. I moaned he stopped to ask if I bottom I said yes. He got up and said lets take a walk. I pulled my pants up and we got out. So as we walked into the woods we walked to a picnic table. He said here is good drop your pants and sit on the table put your feet on the table so I can suck up as I sit here. It was a great position leggs wide on the seat as he sat between my leggs to suck and finger me. I laid on the table as he was having his lunch "Me". Fingered the hell out of me as my cock was hard as a rock and about to blow as my eyes were closed enjoy it. Then I felt a hand on my belly and looked to see a big white guy standing there touching my belly and chest as I was getting sucked. He dropped his pants and stroked his good size cock by my face. I was about to move to suck but I blew a hard load in the guys mouth and just layed there recovering. I got flipped over they grabbed my ass quickly and felt them spreading my ass as one of them started to rim me. The other on push me down on the table and held me as the rimming stopped and heard some spitting. Then felt something hard at my hole and pushed in. My hips were pulled to the edge of the table and felt his cock slide in deep. I tried to move but got held down hard on this dirty table. He pounded for a little then i felt my back and shirt was getting wet. I heard one say fucking rain. It started to rain a little harder as I was getting pounded. He wasn't going to stop. Heard a growl then stopped as he pulled out. I was soaked and trying to get up the other said fuck the rain im fucking that hole. And he did pulled me off the table bent me over rain come down he pumped hard and fast. All of sudden pulled me off the table pushed me on the muddy ground and pulled my ass up as he fucked me all muddy hard. The 1st guy stood there laughing because we were all muddy. Heard him moan and pushed me away in the mud. They both were leaving as I got up to try to clean the rain helped getting the mud off. I got to my car took a blanket out of the trunk to cover my seat as I drove home. I was so dirty when I got home.

Part 9 I stand there waiting until suddenly the lights go on in the room. We are standing in the middle of the room. Chairs are set around us in a circle, twelve of them. I can see six VIPs standing behind them. Each has one chair. Next to each VIP is an empty chair, with a dildo placed in the middle of the chair. All VIPs wear red shirts, so we can't see any chests (well, the shirts are so tight, we can see the shapes of their abs and bodies). They all wear tight leather shorts with a zipper in the crotch. Some assistants are coming in and walking behind us. Distracted by the VIPs, I don't really pay attention to them. We hear some tubes being opened, and then... a shockwave hits my body. I feel a finger pushing up my sphincter. I yell softly . I did not expect this. The helpers are massaging our holes. a finger slides deep inside me. The host starts to talk again and tells us our holes are being lubed for this game. Then he starts to give six of us a condom while the helpers are still fingering us. Including me, it tickles inside me, and sometimes he's pushing against my prostate. This takes at least five minutes until the host starts to talk again. "All of you with a condom, walk up to a VIP. Unzip their zippers, suck those cocks, and make them hard." Shit... I need to pick a guy... I look around and walk up to a VIP. He is a Latin guy. If I have to guess, he's from Colombia? He is in his thirties and has a bald, shaved head, strong arms, and big, trained legs. photo of Colombian guy I go down on my knees and open the zipper. I can see a bulge. With my hand, I grab his cock and pull it out. It smells clean, and I can't see any pubic hair. I guess he shaved. It is still really soft, so I have to do my best to make it hard. I put my mouth over it and start to play with my tongue. I rotate it, making circles over his cock. It soon works, and I can feel his cock grow. Now I start to suck him for real, my mouth going up and down on his shaft. I can feel his cock getting harder and harder. He is a grower. Both my hands grab his upper legs so I can put some power into my sucking. Up and down. Sometimes I can feel it go deeper, and it hits my throat . With my teeth, I graze his cock and I see him twitch. I take his cock out of my mouth and excuse myself for that. Then I'm back on the job. To make it up to him, I take his cock deep and feel it sliding down my throat. I hear him moan, so I guess he likes it. After some minutes sucking him, I hear the host calling, "Wrap it up." I take his cock out of my mouth and grab the condom. I tear the package and roll the condom over his hard cock. It looks nice and shiny . I look up at his face, and he smiles at me, giving me a wink. "Now, get on those cocks in front of you, slowly , so it won't break. And the other guys, get your hole on one of the dildos," the host shouts. I slowly stand up and place my legs over the guy. There are no armrests on the chair, so it's not a problem at all. Slowly, I sit down, looking face to face in his eyes. I can feel his cock against my sphincter. Fuck, I think, I'm going to ride a guy who I never chatted with. Slowly I press down. His wrapped cock enters me slowly. I'm still tight, but not as tight as I was yesterday morning, thanks to Mark. "Damn, you have a sweet hole, boy," the VIP tells me. Slowly I'll manage to take it all in, my ass resting on his lap, his balls against me. His wrapped cock deep up my hole. I try to relax, but that's not really working. The host starts to talk again, and I turn my head to him. "Okay, listen up. You guys have to ride these cocks and dildos. Each time the music stops , you get your ass one place over to the left. And you start riding again... Bottoms get a point when the condom breaks in your hole. The game continues. When a VIP cums in your hole after the condom broke, you get two points . Your game is over then. You stay on that cock until the whole game ends, no pulling out. The game ends when all VIPs have shot their loads. If a VIP shoots and the condom did not break, you get two points and a special task at the end of all three games. Let the games begin." There I am. A wrapped cock deep up my hole from a guy I never spoke to; I think he's Colombian? Don't know his name or anything, but I need to ride him. What have I gotten myself into... I start to pull myself up slowly, and I can feel his cock slowly sliding out. My hole is still getting used to it, but it seems to remember the feeling. I get horny instantly and start to feel empty when his cock slides out of my hole. Slowly, I push myself down again, and I can feel his cock filling me up once more . It feels so good... I can feel all of him, and I love the idea of having a big Colombian cock. I start to ride him. I hear him moan softly, but he keeps eye contact. His cock touches my prostate, so I am getting hard too. Then, the music stops. It's a bit of a bummer when I stand up and feel his cock pulling out of my hole. But there is some relief too. The condom is still on it and is not cracked. I take one place to the left, on the dildo. I set myself on it and push. It's hard to get it inside at first, but soon I can feel it up my hole. The dildo is still wet from the first guy , but there is nothing I can do about that. I am riding a sort of lubed-up dildo, lube made of anal fluid. I look to my left to see from which guy this anal fluid is. It's a 30-year-old guy, bigger than me, and he seems to be riding the VIP's cock hard up and down. I can feel the dildo clearly; it has a sort of bulge on the sides. So my hole gets deeply massaged. It works on the walls of my hole, massaging , breaking , and keeping fluid behind on the dildo for the next guy that rides it. So basically, I'm now mixing my ass fluid with someone else's... Again, the music stops, and I go one place to the left. I climb over a skinny 50-year-old man and start to ride him. His cock is not too big and not too small; my hole reacts too . His cock feels way better than the ride on the dildo. It's softer, warmer, and it's the real deal. So much better that you actually want to go for it, so that the condom breaks, the VIP squirts in you, and you can stay on it, so you don't have to take a seat on a dildo anymore. I hear that this same thought is not only in my mind; I hear some other bottoms going up and down real hard; they moan loud . They have the same idea, to let the VIP cum in their holes so they can keep that cock in them instead of the dildo. And again, the music shuts down and its time to switch. Back on the dildo. I push myself down once, and then the music stops again, so back on a VIP's cock then. I can't make sense of the timing of the music. One time it lasts long, the other time short. With this, no VIP or bottom knows how long they have, to make a condom break or a load gets shot up the hole. I set myself to a bit heavier VIP. He has a round belly. The red shirt has been pulled up just a bit. His big breasts and nipples are clearly visible. A big dark beard grows on his chin, and he has curly hair. I lower myself again while the guy grins. Is he into me? He starts to slowly push up deeper into me when I push myself down. The host sees it, but he does not intervene. Some other VIPs see this and start to do the same. I guess it's allowed. With this, the speed goes up. I can hear someone banging real fast. I look over my back and see someone holding onto chains from the ceiling, pumping up and down. It is Kayode… He pulls himself up from the chains and then just drops real fast. Every time, you can hear a loud smack. He's going wild on the VIP. Kayode looks like a sort of Tarzan . Hanging there, his arms veined from holding himself up. His dark-skinned ass is wrapped around a big white cock. I can see his VIP grin, and I groan to him, "Break it, break it, let me take your black ass bare." It seems Kayode is doing his best to do so. My VIP groans to me, "Are you letting him get all the points?" while he pounds his cock back into me. I lose my breath for a moment when he thrusts into me. "Fuck," I think, "that's true, the points..." The music stops again, and I get off the cock. The condom is still intact. I hear the host yell, "One point to them! Kayode broke the VIP's condom." He smiles with satisfaction as he removes the broken condom from the VIP's cock. He walks over to the dildo and pushes himself against it. I'm doing the same. Damn . That guy can fuck. While riding the dildo, another condom breaks. After a few minutes , I have to take a seat on a VIP's cock again. I lower myself and push deep. I guess I have to get some points too. Though this one has a really fat cock. It's hard for me; my hole can't really take it; I am too tight . So, I turn myself around with my back to the VIP and try to take a seat like this. Now I see all the bottoms and VIPs . Some are going harder and faster than others . Some seem to be a bit careful. I can see Kayode hanging on the chains again, doing the same trick on another VIP. It seems to work. I see shreds of a condom hanging from his ass. He broke one again. I push myself down hard . A bit in pain; his cock is so fat, and my hole is a bit too tight for him. But I have to; I have to if I want some points. And then... I feel it. I feel the condom break deep in my hole. It's burst; I can feel his cock pushing through the condom, deeper, bare in my hole. I give a small moan. The VIP has noticed it too and slaps my ass softly, as confirmation of what just happened. I stay put, my eyes wide . Fuck . I am caught up in the game. I have a stranger's bare cock in my hole now, not knowing anything about the guy, not his name, not his age, not his health check , but I still have his bare cock in my hole now. And... I like the feeling. I never thought I would be one of those guys who gives his ass to strangers. And now, in this game... now I'm doing that thing I always disapproved of ... and I like it. I keep riding the top. His bare cock tickles my tight hole, pushing the right spots. I even get hard myself. So, I start to ride him, from fast to slow and back to fast. I can hear he likes it. I'm not sure who I am pleasing more, him or me? But it seems more tops are getting satisfied now. The music stops. Damn , a bit disappointed. I stand up, and I hear the host: "Good guys... three more condoms broke." I get one point, and my smartwatch lights up and counts one. It seems to tally the points in this game. I watch Kayode; he too has one point now , a total of two. One other guy gets a point too. I lower myself onto a chair with a dildo again. This time , nothing happens, so when the music stops, I'll get myself to a top again. This one has no condom anymore, so I can't get 1 point with this guy; only when he cums inside me will I get some points, but the game will be done for me then. Should I try? It is a Chinese-looking guy. I take his cock and see he has a piercing in it. Ohhh damn, that looks rough and hot. It glitters in the dim light, and I can see anal fluid from the other bottoms hanging on it, mixed with, I guess, pre-cum. I have never seen this before. I know it exists, but I have never in my life seen it in real life ... and now... I need to ride it. I push my sphincter against his metal cock ring. It feels a bit cold and wet. It makes my sphincter tighten up. Then, slowly, I let myself lower onto it. My sphincter gives way; I had too many cocks and dildos at this moment, so it really breaks in easily. I lower myself, and I can feel the metal going deeper and deeper into my hole. It feels a bit cold, but fuck... this feels so damn good. I start to ride him. His cock and piercing are hitting my prostate. I want him. I begin to ride him hard. I can hear my ass hitting against his upper legs. I lose myself in it, barely hearing the other guys moan. I can feel his cock swelling inside me. Pre-cumming, I guess. My own cock starts to pre-cum too. A wet spot is clearly visible in my tight jockstrap. I bend to him, my face close to his, and then I start to kiss him while riding him. I'm kissing a stranger. I feel his tongue. He has a tongue piercing too. We keep on kissing, and with my tongue, I play with his tongue piercing. I can feel he clearly likes it. He starts pushing his hips and cock into me. Oh, he feels so good. Then, someone taps on my shoulder. It is another bottom . My turn... the music stopped; did you not hear it? I look around in amazement. I don't hear any music. I missed it stopping. A few VIPs are panting. Several bottoms have already gotten off. A little disappointed, I get off the VIP's dick. His cock is wet and throbbing and way harder than a few minutes ago. The other bottom quickly takes a seat and starts riding him deep. I drift off to my spot. Again, the dildo. I see that this one is also getting wetter and slimier. There is more and more of a mix of pre-cum, anal fluid, and small remnants of lube on it. I take a seat and press myself with my ass onto the dildo again. How much pre-cum will be on this? Were all the bottoms clean, or did a few still have cum in their asses, which is now mixed with this? Who knows. The thought alone makes me shudder and also makes me horny again. The risks shoot through my head. Surely no one with a sexually transmitted disease is among them? No way... while I have the dildo deep inside me, I feel panic rising for a moment, but this quickly ebbs away again. No, I think. I had to submit a health check before I came when booking. Everyone must have had to do this. So this is probably fine. And what are the chances that someone slips through and I meet that guy? No... the hotel can't afford that. They've been organizing this for years. And as I stand now, I'll just enjoy it. Because I didn't know that this hotel stimulates so much sex to give us an unforgettable vacation. I start to ride the dildo harder and harder and hear the VIP panting hard next to me. He looks at me, grabs the bottom , pulls him down towards him, and thrusts deeply. He groans, jerks, pants... I'm coming, I'm coming. The bottom screams it out, points ... I score points... ohhhhhhhmmmmm. The balls of the VIP contract and I see his cock pulsate in the bottom's ass. "We have a cummer!" the host shouts loudly. "The first one... that's 2 points..." The bottom stops and stays on the VIP. He kisses the VIP on his neck and thanks him . The bottom then turns to me while I'm still on the dildo. "You too, thanks," he says. "You did the groundwork. If the music had kept going, you would have had these points." He grins at me and then turns back to the VIP . They start talking softly about general daily things while he keeps the VIP's cock in him as the rules of the game dictate. The music stops again and I go to the next top. Again bare in my ass , but not nearly as hard and stiff. I'm not going to win this one. A little later, I hear two more VIPs panting and loud noises from balls slapping against some asses. Another two VIPs filled up a hole. The host applauds. "Great," he says loudly. "You guys came at the same time. That's 2 points for each. And also a point to our black beauty, Kayode. He broke another condom. That's 1 point for him." The VIPs who have cum, lift their bottoms , with their cocks still in them, and take a seat outside the circle. You can hear the bottoms groan a little as they sit down again because the cocks are thrusting deep back into them. They keep riding their VIPs softly to keep them hard. The empty chairs are removed; the circle gets smaller. Three VIPs, of which one still has a condom, and six dildos. Nine of us. I sit down on a dildo again. "Fuck," I think. "I only have 1 point. I have to earn more points." A little later, another VIP shoots his load in a bottom . Now it's that VIP with that thick pole. He also grabs his bottom and walks out of the circle with his dick still in his ass. The bottom's legs are clamped around his waist. That ass isn't going anywhere, I think to myself. It's so vacuumed that his dick and cum will never slide out. Only two VIPs and eight bottoms . The help puts the chairs together. This way all bottoms can look at each other while riding a cock or dildo. The two tops sit opposite each other. Because of the many chairs with dildos and few tops, I now have to sit on a dildo again. There is also a dildo in the chair next to me, and then another VIP. The VIP with the condom. What turns out... it is the Colombian guy I started with. He briefly looks at me. Another bottom sits on him roughly , trying to break his condom. But... it doesn't break. I watch Kayode, my new friend, so to speak, whom I met at this game, sitting on a VIP. I can see everything clearly. He grabs the chains again that hang down from the ceiling to push himself up and down. He goes wild and so fast. Sweat drips down his beautiful black body. His muscles are clearly visible. His arms, with which he pulls up his own weight and then slams down hard again, are swollen. Veins are clearly visible here; veins in which his strength, horniness, and desire flow . His rasta hair blows wildly up and down. It dances on his head and in front of his face from his shocking movements. I must have these points, he pants to himself. It is a kind of wild African fantasy that I see arranged for me, and I start to pre-cum like crazy. I watch him; I clearly see his jock strap soaked by his own pre-cum, dripping from his jock strap against the chest of the VIP. The VIP notices this too and can't hold it in any longer. He starts to pant heavily. Kayode falls hard on him so that the VIP's cock shoots deep inside his hole. His eyes grow wide, and I see the VIP shake. Another load in an ass...the host calls...while I see his smartwatch light up and points are added. The VIP leaves the circle, together with Kayode, who still has the VIP dick in him and his legs tight around the VIP's hips. One VIP, the rest dildos. But then I hear the host again. We're going to do it differently; a few assistants walk to the dildos, take them off, and sit in chairs themselves . They all have their dicks hard, with a condom wrapped over them and yellow shirts on. All the people who are here now have a condom on, including the one VIP that's left. Only the VIP's condom is wet and shiny from all the asses. "These don't count for points in the game," says the host, "but you probably don't mind this, and it's better than the dildos. And don't worry," says the host. "They all got a pill of Viagra. So even if an assistant squirts, the next one can just sit on him again. Ready? Take a seat." I have an assistant in front of me. A narrow, somewhat smaller dick. I guess he's also about 18 or 19 years old. His head is a bit red. Shy ? "My first time as a top," he says to me. I see one bottom grabbing the dick of an assistant. If they don't count for points...then it probably won't be a problem if I take it off. With one movement , he rolls the condom off the assistant and takes his place . His bare cock shoots up his hole. "Mmmmm," he pants. "Much better this way." The host responds, "That is certainly allowed with the helpers. This shows some appreciation for their good work. But ...once bare , we don't put a new condom on, not even when the music stops." I see a few other bottoms do the same, but not all of them. Only with the VIP is it not allowed to do this. He is still in the game. I look at my helper, also inexperienced and around my age. What the hell. I grab his dick and roll off his condom too. If this is his first time as a top, I want to give him a good experience, like my first bottom experience I had with Mark yesterday. I quickly place myself over him and lower myself. My sphincter is used to taking cock after all these rounds and quickly adjusts. His bare cock is inside me. I grab the chains above me, as I have seen before , and start to pull myself up and then lower myself again. The helper pants it out. "Dammmmm. Dammmmm. This is nice. Fuckkkk your ass; I am in you...ahhhh fuck this is so good. I never knew..." he pants it out. I can see myself in his reaction. Exactly like my reaction with Mark. A world that opens up; literally, something that opens up. My hole. I ride him hard and bare. I let the helper enjoy, from which I can enjoy myself -seeing someone have so much fun from my body, from my ass and hole. I want to give him more and pull myself up faster and faster on the chains, after which I let myself fall down over his bare cock. I see beads of sweat forming around his neck and forehead from pleasure and heat. I want to taste it and bend over. With my tongue, I lick his sweat. It tastes salty, fresh, like a first-time topping. The music keeps playing. I want to give him his first and best experience with my ass. With my sphincter, I start to milk him. I contract it while he is inside me. It has an effect because the assistant reacts. Ohhh, fuckkk. Your ass, it's tight; it contracts over my dick. Fuckkkk . Mmmmm. I push myself hard back onto his lap, and then... panting, soft screaming, groaning. Fuckkkkkkk . Dammmmm ... mmmmm... His cock throbs and slams into my ass. I feel my hole getting wet, warm, sticky... The helper starts to squirt inside me... I look shocked, my eyes wide. My ass stays deep on him. It's like his squirting, awakes me from ecstasy... he... he... squirts my ass full. This unknown helper. What have I done? At the same time, it also awakens a feeling of humility and sluttiness in me. Something I may have always wanted. My ass like a kind of cum dump. The helper stops squirting, his pole still in me. That was... fucking nice, and he kisses me on the mouth. Thanks . The host responds. We have a cummer , but unfortunately, this does not count for the points. But ... this does show appreciation. The music stops again. Slowly, I let his cock slide out of my ass. His cum runs out like a slimy thread and partly falls on the ground. My hole is wet from him, but not all... some stays in me. Forever. I look at the VIP . The bottom comes off and see with joy that the condom has not broken yet. He is very hard, though; his head is red. He is close to coming too. I walk up to him and look deep into his eyes. I see horniness, dominance. I stand over him and lower myself. My ass is still full of cum. I lower myself, and his cock goes into my ass. His condom is extra lubricated with the helper's seed. He quickly thrusts in and grins at me. "I've been waiting for you; I want to come in your ass." I start riding him again, and the VIP starts thrusting along, deep inside me. Deeper than before. I feel him, his fuck drive, his dominance, and I, as his slut. He thrusts hard, and I follow the rhythm. The helper's seed, thrusting deeper and deeper into me with his pole, his seed massaging into me. He seems to want to break the condom because he starts fucking rougher and rougher. I need points, I think to myself, and then start riding harder and harder on his lap. The VIP starts panting harder and harder, sweat on his face and neck, his red shirt getting wet. I grab his shirt and feel his chest, his nipples prickling underneath. I feel and see a nipple piercing through his wet shirt and rub it, but I am not allowed to throw off his shirt to admire it according to the rules. Then, suddenly, he starts panting hard, thrusting, and I feel his pole swell as he starts to squirt. Fuckkkkk . I was waiting for this ass, this nice tight ass, he pants. His pole deep in me, and I remain stiff. I feel every move he makes. Fuck ... fuck, I think; he came in my ass. Another stranger... but a damn hot stranger he is, this Colombian . That's points again, the host calls... this was the last VIP. "Let 's see, stand up, bottom." I look at the host in shock and slowly stand up. Inch by inch, I feel his pole coming out of me, and then, plop. He pops out of my ass. Does he still have the condom on? Did it tear? Did I get the cum deep inside me? I don't know. The host sees it and laughs. "Congratulations !!! That 's 2 points... and a special role at the end of the 3 games." Everyone claps. The VIP looks a bit disappointed; he would have preferred to squirt bare inside me. "All bottoms, please come with me; we're going back to the locker room so the next game can be set up, and you can prepare yourselves."

Fucked a young 20 something white boy. He was on Sniffies with a sexy pic of his backside and legs. Shorter, more beefy than ripped. He looked blond pale and masculine. Chatted him up but he was flaky about meeting me. So I switched to anonymous Sniffles, shot him a pic of my cock, and just flat out asked: Me:"Hey." Him:" nice cock" Me: " your ass hungry?" Him:"yes it is" Me: "I'd fuck your ass now" Him: "yes please" Me: "Good. I can cum over. Where are you at?" He sent his address. Me:" 20mins. Ill head over now. This anon or what?" Hed never sent a face pic this time. Him:" Message when you park. Anon. you want me ass up, or?" I knew he must be a piggy so I asked him: Me: "wait bare ass up when I walk in. You take a load?" Him: "fuck yes. I took 2 loads" Me: "good boy. I got a fat load to add. " I drove over thinking about the 2 other guys who'd driven over to fuck him. His firm bare ass was up when I walked in to his apartment. Between his crack hung big hairy balls. There was blond peach fuzz hair on his cheeks. I grabbed one cheek and jiggled. His ass was incredibly firm and thick. He jiggled his ass and pulled open his cheeks. His pink pucker looked like it has been stretched open by the previous 2 fuckers. So hot ... Like a show. I didn't see his face but saw the backside of his glasses. His room was geeky, which rubix cube, and anime. That turned me on to know I'd fuck this geeky 20 something. I spent a lot of time rimming his thick and firm ass and tonguing and sucking on his hole. He moaned and whimperes from the rimjob. His dick was thick and I jacked it some while my tongue was flicking at his fuck hole. It was a quick fuck. I shoved my raw dick in and his hole opened up and wrapped its warmth around my shaft. His sphincter knew how to clamp down on cock. I had to keep pulling my bare cock out of his fuck hole to stop myself from prematurely ejaculating. In the end I mounted his ass in squatting doggie style. Asked if he wanted my load up in his ass. He emphatically said yes, so I let load drop. He was moaning even after I pulled out so he must have liked the feeling of my seed in his hole. I told him thank you, pulled my pants back on, and spanked his thick ass one more time on the way out.

Intro Welcome to Suburbia! I’m Alec, an early 30s guy living with my husband, Carl, in the sprawl of Eastern Virginia. Its one of those places where the property prices are expensive but without a cool and groovy city vibe. So minimal chances of random hookups with hot gays!! The majority of our neighbors are hetero, married and keep themselves to themselves. As for me, I’m coming to the end of an intensive few years of studying for a business degree as well as working full time. Its been tough, especially with a lack of time for the things I want to do. I love my husband very much but I also want to get some excitement back in to my life. As long as I can remember I’ve done what been expected of me… study hard, work hard, save hard… making the “right” choices. I’m kinda done with all that now. I want to explore my sexuality, be a bit reckless and just live my live for me and not what others expect of me. I’ve never cheated on my husband but I crave the feeling of kissing another guy, dropping to my knees and getting them hard in my mouth before letting them fuck me. My husband and I celebrated Independence Day at home. Just a chilled one as he has a business trip coming up so most of the day was laundry and chores. He was showering as I took some shirts upstairs to help with his packing. His case was open and next to it was a washbag I’ve never seen before. Curiously I opened it to reveal a new bottle of poppers, a cockring, lube, several jockstraps and a half used bottle of PREP. I just froze. He’s planning to cheat on me on his trip and has probably been cheating on me for as long as we’ve been married. I had to get out so I grabbed my running stuff and left to clear my head, spurred on by a mixture of rage, jealousy, anger and…. Horniness

This is a true story and takes place back in 2013. I was a horny 20yo just getting started fucking guys and up to this point, I always fucked safe but I'd always had this primal urge pump my load inside a tight hole. I had just gotten back from vacationing in Dominican and hadn't cum in 5 days and was super horned up. I posted an ad on craigslist and within a few hours this older indian daddy hit me up. He was double my age, 5'9" slim/avg build. didn't care for many details aside from "do you fuck??". We chatted a bit more and eventually made plans to meet later that afternoon, I knew I was gonna breed this slut. I rolled up to his apartment around 3PM, punched in the buzzer code and was on my way up to the 12th floor. As I approached his door, the lock clicked and door slowly squeaked open; he had been watching me through the peephole. He stared at me for a good 10 seconds before finally uttering "Sorry, you're so young!". I figured he was just nervous, chuckled and told him it was cool and proceeded inside. Turns out, he had a huge fetish for silky basketball shorts and immediately dropped to his knees and sucking my cock through my shorts. He led me to the bedroom, pulled my shorts down started teasing the tip of my cock. He then worked his way up, pulled up my shirt and started sucking my nipples, my cock stiffened rock hard and started leaking. Without warning, he suddenly engulfed my cock in his warm wet mouth and swallowed every drop of precum that came out. We then proceed to bedside table (and to my dismay) he pulls out a condom and lube. While he was lubing up his hole, I put a few shots of lube in the condom before rolling onto my cock. He laid on his back and I slowly slid inside his hole. I start pounding him and he started moaning like a bitch in heat, but I couldn't feel a thing through that condom. I pulled my cock out and because of the lube inside, it began to slide off. I repeated this a few more times until the condom was barely on the tip of my cock. I positioned my cock carefully and with one final push, fucked the empty condom into his hole. I could now feel his warm wet hole wrapped around my raw cock and wasted no time in pounding him like the bitch he was. I started getting close after a few minutes and with one final push, I buried my cock deep inside as I exploded 5 days worth of cum inside him. During this time his moaning intensified and he started screaming "Oh my god, it so hot". I pull out and innocently ask "Oh no, where is the condom?", but he didn't seem to care. Instead he was like "Woww you cum so much! Im pregnant now" . Suffice to say, we never used condoms again on our future sessions

Every time I can, I go to Toronto Pride. Used to, I would just sleep at the bathhouse (as well as explore my desires). More recently, I spring for a hotel or stay with friends and go to the baths to do a few of my favorite things and explore new (banned word). This year I was exhausted with very tired leg muscles (like I had been doing squats) This was to-date the longest Motorcycle Ride I had ever undertaken. Though I was on a three wheel Can Am Spyder RT, it is still more of a workout than driving a car. My record with an M2 motorcycle is Virginia to the countryside near Rochester NY. So I went into Pride weekend with aching muscles and a sore ass. The necessity of a hotel means my electronics were safe and the Bike was safe though Toronto is a very safe area compared to most US urban areas. I skipped Steamworks and went to Spa Excess. They have a bar in the Bathouse, and I stopped for some alcohol lubrication for one hole and some anal lube for the other hole. The prices for a tall cider and a bottle of lube was $19.50 Cad which was quite a deal. (FYI, that bathhouse allows for in and out if you rent a room and are from out of town). Anyway, a dollop of lube was enough for initial rectal receptive entry in the Maze, and after that guy shot his load up my ass no further lube was necessary. I received 6 loads from big to small, young to old in my pig hole and shot two up some twink holes. I had noticed a few additions in the maze that reminded my of the Czech Fantasy World Gloryholes so next time I will try them out. I also went by the locations of infamous bathhouse raids and some real rough trade locations such as the old Barn and Stables which now has a different side painting.

Ok Guys, been lots of you saying you like to lick and suck a cock ass-to-mouth that has just fucked you bareback. However, who loves ATM on a cock that has just fucked another guy’s ass bareback? That opportunity presents itself quite often at a bathhouse (speaking from experience …lol). The dark room and sling room are prime locations for engaging in this tasty activity… Oh, and directly from a cum-loaded ass….. Yum.

Part 10 There I am , standing in the locker room , with my jockstrap on. I loaded up my hole, scored 3 points, and received a special prize that has not been explained yet. I'm standing next to my fellow bottoms , waiting for a second game. Some are celebrating their scores, some have no points at all, and some, like me, are still a bit overwhelmed... This feels damn good, right? My black friend Kayode starts to chat with me. I love to pleasure my guys and work for some cream. It is in my name, my parents gave me; he laughs . Congratulations on your points and your special prize. I bet the hotel has something really good in mind for that. I nod, not really knowing where this will lead. Sweat is still dripping from our bodies. I take a towel to wipe myself off, including my butt. I can smell his cum on the towel. A helper comes in and has some drinks with him. Here you go, you all get a drink until the room is prepped for the next game. I'm not really thirsty, but I take a sip. In the corner, there is a digital scoreboard. We can see the scores from the other building too. I am the only one who got a special prize. Whatever, I think…. it has to be something good, if I’m the only one getting this price. What can go wrong now? We stay for another 20 minutes in the locker room when the host walks in. "Okay, guys, the rooms are ready." This game is called "Memory." The game will be played in pairs. Other hotel guests (tops) joined the game, so there are more tops now. The VIP players don't participate; they had their fun. I'll explain the game to you. This game will take place in two rooms: the main room you just were in and a small room on the opposite side of the room's entrance. In the small room, there is a chair with a dildo on it. One of you has to take a seat. When he takes the seat, it will show a color on the screen with an order to suck or fuck. The other guy has to enter the big room. There are 15 glory holes; pick one and follow the order: fuck or suck it. If you take the matched hole with the color, a ball drops in the small room. Only in the small room you can see if you took the correct glory hole. So, run up and down… and be fast… Remember the colors of the matched holes. You can switch places any time you like, as long as someone is on the dildo and one is running up and down to the glory holes. Watch out for the dildo... it is loaded. Each time your teammate takes the wrong hole, the dildo will pulse. Sometimes, it shoots. It shoots a cum load that's collected in the box under the chair. The cum load is a mix from multiple men, just so you know. Your game will take a maximum of 15 minutes. If it takes you longer, you will lose the game, and you get no points. The team that has the fastest time gets 6 points; we have 6 teams, so each team behind that will get 1 point less. The VIPs from round one have matched you guys. Now watch the screen... As I watch the screen, I see matches being made. To my disbelief, I'm matched with my new friend, Kayode. Damn, perfect. He is fit as hell, so we should be fast in running to the other room. We are team 2. Team 1 is taken by the host, so we stay behind. We can't watch them, so we have no info on how fast or the points they make. I grab another drink while waiting. I don't have to wait long, though. The host comes back with team 1. They smile but do not say anything. Team 2... are you ready? I nod, put my glass down, and start to walk to the host. I follow him to another small room. In the middle, there is a chair with a big red dildo in it. Under the chair, there is a black box with a sign on it that says "Cumbox." It leaves no imagination about what's inside . On the wall, there is a screen. It has a live camera stream to the other room. A wall of glory holes and cocks hanging through it. All different forms , shapes, colors . Some are cut, and some are uncut. Next to the screen, there is a screen that says "color." It is not turned on yet. I guess this will only turn on when one of us takes a seat on the big red dildo. Under both screens, there is a ball machine connected to the screens. I guess those are the balls that drop if we score. The game will start in two minutes. So, decide who will start on the dildo and who will run up and down the room. The one on the dildo should pay attention to the screen and try to remember. You will see the colors of the glory holes that the bottom uses. If you remember them quickly and correctly , you can save time. The host now walks away and leaves the room. So, okay. Uhhhh. Who will take the place on that dildo and who will run? I say to Kayode . "You run," he tells me, "I'll take place on it. If I think I know where a color is, we switch places, but fast. It will be like you pound yourself on it, so the other one can run." "Okay, let's do that," I tell him while Kayode is getting his ass over the big red dildo. I can clearly see a hole in the middle of it, where the cum might spray if we choose the wrong glory hole. I see a countdown on both screens. "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...start." A pink color starts to glow with the sign of "fuck." As quickly as I can, I run out of the room and enter the room on the other side, the big main room again. I can smell the scent of cock and sex. The dimmed light allows me to see just enough in the room. I can see 15 glory holes with cocks hanging through them. Shit... I think. This is a sort of lottery. I don't know anything, so I just have to plunge myself on those cocks, hoping to get a right color. I'll start with the first glory hole. It's a thin cock, but long, hard, and hanging a bit to the right side. I turn myself around and set my ass against it. I plunge myself onto it. Damn. Mmmm. This cock fills my hole up good. It goes deep and stretches me. I stand there, trying to get used to it. But nothing happens. Oh fuck, I needed to check in the other room if this was the right one. I pull myself off that cock , and I can hear a plopping sound. I run back to the small room where Kayode is still sitting on the dildo. The dildo is pulsing. "Wrong one... wrong one, this one is green," he yells. "Go back, go back." I run back down into the bigger room. I grab the second cock, a big thick one, uncut and hanging a bit down. I plunge myself onto it again. Ohhhffff this stretches . I plunge myself to the base and can feel the cold glory hole smashing against my ass. I pull back fast again and run back to the small room. Kayode is still sitting on it. "Wrong... fuck," he moans. The dildo is pulsing again. "This is light blue... run back, Jake... just do all 15 and get back here." So I see all the lights... I'll try to remember... I run back into the big room. Okay, I think. All cocks and all lights, we have to win this. So I grab cock 3 and plunge myself back onto it. I'll leave it deep in me for a few seconds and then pull it out again. Then cock 4. Damn, that one is huge... it's a big black cock, cut, hard, and a bit to the left. This has to be at least 22cm. So I set my ass against it and then push... fuckkkkk. It fills me up; this black cock stretches my hole, through my second hole and beyond. Tears form in my eyes . My hole burns, and I can feel my insides gripping it tight . Damn, fuck. He is huge. I can feel my hole rip a bit. I stay put. I keep it in me for a few seconds and then pull out again. Fuckkk, now I feel empty. His cock glistens in the dim light, from my hole juices. I don't have the time to think and grab cock 5 and just push my hole real fast onto it. It shoots up my hole, but it is no way as deep as that big black cock. I can feel the tip thrust a bit, up my hole. Yummmm. But as fast as I plunged my hole over this cock, I pull it out again. Next cock, and I run over to cock number 6. I do this with all 15 glory holes. My hole is stretched , a bit ripped, wet with fluids and maybe some pre-cum, and I run back to Kayode . When I enter the room, I can hear him moan; the dildo is pulsing in his hole. But not only pulsing; it shoots a load up his hole... I can see cum dripping out of his hole. "Fuck fuck," he moans... this is huge... fuck, these are big loads. I can feel it deep. Kayode's eyes are huge while the dildo keeps shooting loads up his hole. It is almost like there is no end coming to it. Cum keeps dripping out of his hole, dripping on the floor. In the meantime, I see that one ball has dropped under the screen. 1 of 5. I can hear Kayode getting quieter. It's done, it's done. He whispers, trying to catch his breath. The dildo stopped pulsing and shooting. Fuckkkk. All these loads in his hole. Did I pick the right spot to run to the glory holes? But I just plunged my hole into 15 strangers' cocks. "Switch, switch," I hear Kayode . While a gray collar appears on the screen with the sign to suck. I know where this one is. He stands up and runs out of the room. Now I have to take my place on the dildo. I can see cum running down the dildo, mixed with his ass juices. What shall I do? But I don't really have a choice. So before my mind really knows what is happening, I take my place on the wet, juicy dildo. A mix of cum and kayodes ass, enters me. Im getting a part of kayoed in me, together whit cum from strangers. I can feel it enter me deep, and the screen turns on again. I can see Kayode running into the room, picking a cock and starting to suck it. A ball drops down, and the dildo stays quiet. He picked the right one. A new color starts to burn, green. I know where to find this one. This is the first glory hole. The sign of sucking appears again. Kayode runs into the room, and I jump off the dildo. I'll get this one. I run out of the room and see Kayode taking his place back on the dildo, just before I run out of the chamber. I take the first glory hole and suck that cock deep into my throat. I can taste my own hole still on it, but my mind just screams, I have it, another point. I run back to Kayode, and we switch places again. He is not sure about this one, but it has to be one of the last 5 glory holes. I put my hole on that dildo again while the screen comes on again. 3 points, still 2 to go. I can see Kayode pushing his ass against one of the cocks and then... the dildo starts to move. It starts pulsing into my hole with some big, hard thrusts. Wrong one... Kayode runs back and sees me moaning on the dildo. He does not ask but just runs back. I see him on the screen while he just pushes his hole on all 4 cocks. The dildo pulses hard into me and then... I feel it. I feel it shooting up my hole. Too many attempts, so it fills my hole with a mix of cum. I moan, tears running down my eyes, I scream ... fuckkkk dammmmm.... I'm getting filled up, deep. The dildo shoots with huge power, load after load deep inside my hole. It is not soft at all; the dildo really thrusts hard and a lot, so I can feel it in me. Fuckkk my hole.... my hole is getting bred. Meanwhile, Kayode came back into the room and is watching the screen while I am moaning on the dildo. He sees the other color and runs back into the room. I missed it, too busy with the pulsing and shooting dildo in my hole. Just as the dildo calms down, I see Kayode taking the last cock, and the last ball drops down. The time stops at 9:26 minutes . Kayode walks slowly back into the room . We did it, he smiles, while I am still sitting on the dildo. the dildo stopped pulsing and shooting. But it did shoot against and beyond my second hole. I feel like I am cum marked, there is no way I can get all of that out, and do I even want that? It feels like it is were it belongs. It makes me feel filled. The host walks in. Good job, guys. We have noted your times. Now the other teams play, and we set the scores. Follow me please to the locker rooms. He watches me... you can come off that dildo now... I'm still sitting down on it. Fuck, he's right. I could have already gotten off it. I stand up. I feel the dildo dropping out of my hole. It feels slippery. My hole closes when the tip of the dildo comes out, but still... I can feel some wet cum spots slipping out too, dripping on the floor. You can wipe your ass off in the locker room, the host smiles. Come on... start walking...

Bout 15 minutes ago. FB. Still 4-5 times a week after 5 years. He wanted to breed yesterday, but i was gone all day, so the last time was day before yesterday. He did something different the other day. Usually start with me sucking him, then he likes to suck me on his knees, me standing. Then he gets on the bed so i can suck him some more. But this time, he got on the bed ass up, so i rimmed and fucked him. i never cum in him, but he has gotten to where he really loves to be rimmed and fucked... so i do, cause he obviously loves it. Always ends with me getting bred though, which is probably why i'm able to compromise and fuck him. Today he wanted to video me fucking him, said he needed something to watch when i'm not available. For some reason, i didn't get hard though? i've found taking a Viagra works to get me hard, not sure why it;s like that because i still get rock hard whenever a Guy even just talks about wanting to fuck and breed me, so i know it's all in my head. But, for some reason, the viagra usually works. He was totally cool about it and just went straight to breeding me. He's a decided muscle Boy, and fucks like a full on Bull. He's a silent cummer, but i've gotten to the place where i can feel His seed going into me, which is really awesome. Gotta put up some window trim on the house now 🙂

I love it and experienced it recently. Two fuckbuds came over. Watched as one guy fucked another. He shot his load in the bottoms ass and I immediately cleaned his dick when he slid out tasting cum and ass juices. I then slid my cock in the hole and fucked him.

"Damn, that's cold," I muttered to myself, the last of the lukewarm water from the showerhead trickling down my body as I stepped out onto the slightly sticky motel floor. I'd chosen the cheapest room available, a decision that seemed smarter in theory than in practice. The bathroom light flickered as I toweled off, the dull buzz of a neon sign outside casting a sickly glow through the frosted glass window. The chill in the air made my skin pebble with goosebumps as I padded over to the sink, the cheap, thin fabric of the towel doing little to shield me from the cold. My heart raced as I caught a glimpse of the plastic chastity cage and the blindfold laid out neatly on the stained counter. The anticipation had been building for weeks, ever since I first stumbled upon the online forum that had introduced me to the world of blindfolded bareback encounters. It was a world of anonymity and raw, unbridled lust that I hadn't known existed. And now, it was going to be my world for the next few hours. Taking a deep breath, I picked up the chastity cage, feeling the cool plastic in my trembling hands. The room was eerily silent, save for the distant murmur of traffic and the occasional car door slamming shut. My eyes met my own reflection in the mirror, my pupils dilated with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Carefully, I positioned the device around my genitals, feeling the coldness of the plastic against my skin. The instructions were simple: align the cage, and snap it shut. But the reality was a bit more... intimate than I had imagined. My cock, already semi-erect from the anticipation, protested slightly as I pushed it down into the small opening. The plastic cage was snug, almost too snug, but it was designed to keep me in a perpetual state of arousal without release. I felt the cage enclose my balls, and then the base of my shaft, leaving just enough room for them to hang free. The lock clicked into place with a finality that sent a thrill up my spine. It was done. I was now ready to be a blindfolded cumdump, my fate sealed for the evening. Checking the time, I realized it was only late afternoon, with hours to go before the real fun began. I'd placed the ads just an hour ago, and already my phone buzzed with messages. The screen lit up with eager responses from anonymous men, all eager to take advantage of my offer. The words "anon cumdump ready to be used" and "waiting on all fours to be filled with cum" had done their job, attracting those who shared my peculiar craving for this kind of encounter. I skimmed through the messages, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. Each one was more graphic and demanding than the last, leaving me feeling both vulnerable and incredibly turned on. The first few to respond were those looking to drop by just after work, eager to release their pent-up frustrations before heading home to their unsuspecting wives and girlfriends. Their messages were filled with crude language and explicit details, painting a vivid picture of what they had planned for me. I felt a mix of excitement and dread, knowing that I'd be at the mercy of these strangers all night long. Then, a familiar name popped up on my screen: "DominantDaddy69." It was him, the man from the online forum who had encouraged me to take this step. His messages were different, a blend of reassurance and dark allure that had first piqued my interest in this lifestyle. He had asked last week if he could be the first to use me as an anon cumdump. I had agreed, feeling a strange thrill at the thought of being claimed by someone with such experience. His instructions had been clear: no lubricant for my ass, as he liked it dry and tight, claiming it would only enhance the sensation for both of us. I had complied, his words echoing in my mind as I laid the towel aside and bent over the bed. The mattress dipped slightly, and I could feel the coolness of the sheets against my bare skin. The plastic cage pressed into my body, a constant reminder of what was to come. My phone vibrated again with a new message from DominantDaddy69: "Room number slut. I'll be there in 5. Make sure you're ready for me." My stomach flipped with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The reality of what I was about to do was sinking in, but I was too far gone to turn back. I sent him the room number, my hands shaking as I typed. Moving quickly, I placed the towel at the base of the door to keep it from shutting completely. It was a simple yet effective way to signal that I was ready for the onslaught of anonymous men I had invited into my motel room. I padded back over to the bed, the floor sticking slightly to my wet feet, and positioned myself on all fours, my ass in the air. The chastity cage pressed into my pelvis, the plastic cold against my skin. With trembling hands, I picked up the blindfold and secured it over my eyes, plunging the room into darkness. The faint smell of leather filled my nostrils, and the fabric felt surprisingly soft against my skin. I took a deep breath and squeezed the small bottle of poppers, feeling the rush of chemical warmth in my nose and chest. The room spun slightly, and I waited, my heart pounding in my ears. The sound of footsteps grew louder outside, each step a staccato beat that matched the rhythm of my racing pulse. The door handle jiggled, and the door creaked open. The scent of cologne and the coolness of the evening air washed over me as the figure entered the room. I could hear the rustle of clothing and the soft thud of a bag being set down. The tension was palpable, like a live wire coiled tightly in the space between us. "Hello, slut," a deep, unfamiliar voice rumbled, sending a shiver down my spine. It was him, DominantDaddy69. I could feel his presence, the way the air thickened with his dominance as he circled the bed. His footsteps were deliberate, measured, like a predator sizing up its prey. My skin tingled as his hand brushed against my ass, his touch firm and possessive. I quivered in anticipation, the poppers adding a thrilling edge to my senses. His finger probed my hole briefly, a gentle yet insistent intrusion that made me gasp. "Good, you followed my instructions. I like it nice and tight," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. The words sent a wave of wetness between my legs, the chastity cage doing little to contain my growing arousal. The plastic felt slick with pre-cum as it pressed against my prostate, a constant reminder of my newfound role. DominantDaddy69 moved around the bed to my head, the mattress dipping with his weight as he settled beside me. The scent of his body washed over me, a heady mix of sweat, precum, and a faint hint of dried piss. It was intoxicating, a potent aroma that spoke of raw masculinity and power. His hand reached out again, his calloused fingers tracing the outline of my chastity cage with a smirk. "Look at you, all locked up and ready to serve. You really do look like the cheap cumdump I knew you'd make," he said, his voice thick with amusement. With a firm grip, he guided his semi-hard cock to my mouth. The scent of his arousal was overwhelming, filling my nostrils and making my mouth water. Without hesitation, I parted my lips and took him in, the taste of his precum coating my tongue. He groaned in approval, the sound sending a jolt of electricity straight to my caged cock. The plastic was slick with my own juices now, my body betraying my excitement despite my nerves. His girth was surprising, and I struggled to take him all in without gagging, but the poppers made everything feel so much more intense. Each time his cock hit the back of my throat, I felt a rush of pleasure-pain that only served to make me more eager for what was to come. As I worked his shaft with my mouth, his hand wrapped around the back of my head, pulling me closer, controlling the rhythm. His hips began to buck, and I could feel him growing harder with each stroke. The head of his cock brushed against the back of my throat, and I could sense his excitement building. I moaned around him, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body, and he responded with a grunt of approval. His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me faster, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. The room was filled with the sound of wet, sloppy sucking noises and the occasional slap of skin on skin. Finally, he pulled away, his cock slick with saliva. "You're eager, aren't you?" he chuckled. "But we're not there yet." He stood up, his footsteps heavy on the sticky motel floor. I waited, blindfolded and exposed, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. The bed dipped as he climbed on behind me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress. I took two good sniffs of poppers, the rush of warmth and euphoria washing over me. The world grew hazy around the edges, my senses heightened to a fever pitch. I felt the head of his cock press against my tight, unprepared hole. The coldness of the plastic chastity cage was a stark contrast to the heat of his shaft, and I tensed up involuntarily. "Breathe, slut," he instructed, his voice a low growl. "Relax and let me in. This is what you wanted." His words echoed in my mind, and I forced myself to comply. I took a deep breath, and as I exhaled, I felt the tip of his cock breach my ass. The sensation was intense, a sharp pain that was immediately followed by a rush of pleasure that made me moan. DominantDaddy69 didn't relent, pushing in further and further until I could feel the base of his cock against my skin. The burn was incredible, a mix of pain and pleasure that I had never experienced before. His cock was thick and unyielding, stretching me wide open with every inch. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a primal beat that matched the racing of my heart. His grip on my hips was like iron, holding me in place as he claimed me fully. "Fuck," I whimpered into the pillow, my body adjusting to the intrusion. His response was a deep, satisfied groan, his breath hot on my neck as he leaned in closer. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You're so tight, so dry. Just like I knew you'd be." The words sent a shiver down my spine, the reality of the situation setting in. I had fantasized about this, dreamt about it, but the actuality was so much more intense, so much more... real. He pulled the pillow from under my face and tossed it aside. "Take another hit," he ordered, his hand guiding the bottle of poppers to my nose. The cold plastic was a shock against my skin, but the fumes were warm and inviting. I inhaled deeply, the chemical rush sending a tingle through my body that seemed to ease the discomfort of his rough entry. "Good slut," he murmured, his voice a dark caress in the silence of the room. The mattress squeaked in protest as DominantDaddy69 began to thrust, his cock moving in and out of me with a brutal rhythm. I could feel every inch of him, the dryness of my unprepared hole providing a sharp contrast to the slickness of his shaft. "Are you ready to become the cumdump you're meant to be?" he asked, his voice a low growl that resonated deep within me. The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled out completely, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. For a moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing and the distant hum of the motel's air conditioner. Then, with a deliberate slowness that made me squirm, he pushed back in, stretching me open again. I could feel every ridge and vein, every pulse of his cock as it filled me up. The pain was exquisite, a fine line between agony and ecstasy that I never knew existed. It was all I could do to moan into the pillow, my voice muffled and desperate. He chuckled, a sound that was more predatory than amused. "You're going to beg for it, aren't you?" His hand came down hard on my ass, the slap echoing in the room. "Beg for my cum, slut," he demanded, his voice thick with desire. The sting of his hand sent a jolt through my body, straight to my cock, trapped and desperate in the plastic cage. I felt the beginnings of a protest bubbling up in my throat, but the poppers had other plans for me. The warmth spread through me, turning the pain into something else, something dark and needy. "Yes, sir," I gasped out, my voice hoarse from the abuse. "Please, fill me with your seed." It was all I could do to keep the desperation from overwhelming me. The words came out in a breathy moan, a plea that seemed to fuel his lust even more. His pace grew more frenzied, his hips slapping against me with a wet, meaty sound that filled the room. The burn in my ass grew, a fiery sensation that washed away all other thoughts. The only thing that existed was the cock inside me and the need to be filled with his cum. His grunts grew louder, more animalistic, as he approached his climax. I could feel his cock thicken, swelling to the point where it seemed impossible to fit. His grip on my hips tightened, his nails digging into my skin. The pain was delicious, a stark reminder of my submission to his will. "I'm going to fill you with my special cum," he growled, his voice a harsh rasp that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to take it all, like the good little cumdump you are." The words were a command, a promise that I had no intention of denying him. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within me, his cock pulsing as he released his load. The sensation was indescribable, his warm seed filling me up, the pressure intense and overwhelming. He roared, his voice a primal sound of triumph, as he emptied himself into me. I moaned, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body. The plastic cage was slick with pre-cum, a constant reminder of my inability to reciprocate, of the power dynamics at play. His hot breath washed over me, his chest heaving with the effort of his release. As the last of his cum spurted inside me, he stilled, his cock still buried deep. For a moment, we were one, connected by the act of his claiming me. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a potent reminder of my new role. Slowly, he began to pull out, the feeling of emptiness making me whimper. He wasn't done yet, though. He allowed his half-hard cock to rest against my still-throbbing hole, the plastic of the chastity cage pressing into my swollen balls. "And that's how you break in a new cumdump," he said, his voice filled with a sadistic glee that made me shiver. The realization that he had recorded this, that my first moments of submission were captured on film, hit me like a slap in the face. I tensed up, the panic rising in my chest like a storm. "Don't worry, slut," he chuckled, his hand resting on my ass. "This is just the beginning. And I'm going to make sure everyone sees how much you love it." His words were a knife twisting in my gut, but the poppers had my body humming with a strange mix of fear and arousal. "You're going to be famous," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Men will watch you for years to come, jerking off to the sight of your tight little ass being destroyed. They'll see how eager you are, how much you crave the feel of anonymous cocks filling you up." As I lay there, trembling, I felt his hand leave my ass, the cold plastic of the chastity cage pressing into my skin as I tried to stand. But before I could even get to my knees, his hand pushed me back down, firm and unyielding. "No, no, slut," he said, his tone mocking. "You're not going anywhere." I heard the sound of his zipper and the rustle of fabric as he started to dress. The smell of our encounter still lingered in the room, a heady mix of sweat, sex, and the faint metallic tang of his cum. I felt something cool and wet on my back and ass, and I realized he was writing something. I tensed up, trying to guess what it might be, but the poppers had my mind floating in a sea of sensation, unable to fully focus on the reality of the situation. "Remember, slut, you're here for them, not me," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "But I'll be back to check on you, make sure you're keeping those holes of yours open and ready for use." With that, he smirked, the sound of his zipper echoing through the room like a taunt. The door creaked open, and a cold breeze swept in, carrying with it the scent of the city outside. He was leaving, and I was left there, bound by my own desires and his instructions. My legs felt like jelly as I tried to stand, the sticky wetness of his cum trickling down my thighs. I managed to get to my knees, the plastic cage digging painfully into my swollen cock. The poppers had worn off enough that the reality of the situation began to crash down around me. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet, there was a part of me that reveled in the sensation, a dark thrill that seemed to pulse in time with the ache in my ass. With trembling hands, I reached behind me and felt the words written on my back in cold, sticky cum. "Cumdump" was scrawled in large, sloppy letters across my shoulder blades, and on my right asscheek was a smaller line, a tally mark of his claim. The coldness of the sticky mess against my skin made me shiver, and I knew what the next few hours would bring. More men, more anonymous cocks eager to use me as their personal cum receptacle.

I preferred to keep those loads up inside me, so they were either fully absorbed into my cunt while I slept or punchfucked too deep in there by the next guy. Either way none of the seed was wasted 🥵

When I was a virgin, I allowed nothing on my ass. I was determined that the first thing to enter it, would be cock. Now that that requirement has been met, he got me a plug. He told me to start using it a couple days before he set up the first gangbang. I was thankful for that. It allowed me to get good and properly fucked.

Prefer naked to maximize skin on skin sensation with the dude I’m fucking. The only time I’m still semi clothed is when I meet out on the jogging trail and pull down my shorts to expose my fuckhole for a dude to breed me. I’ll still have my trainers on, sometimes I’ll wear my jockstrap.

This roulette game sounds fun and I would happily play. The question, "Did Jake get a poz load during the game?" remains unanswered due to the helper's unknown status (since the helper disclosed that he had never topped, we can reasonably assume that he is a bottom and a well-experienced one given the hotel's event, so putting together this info, it's a good chance that Jake received another poz load.), but we know that Jake enjoys cocks in his ass and has even thought that he could be a cumdump. Jake is slowly dismissing the standards he once held for sex. His body is telling him the pleasure is too much to disregard. (His fear of STIs is disappearing, and his want/need for pleasure and sexual satisfaction is growing.) What's next for Jake? Only time and the next chapter(s) know...Looking forward to it!

While there are several production companies which make outstanding videos, Pigs at the Hoist is my favorite. [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/pigs-at-the-hoist-xhTFJ1n

@sluttony - assuming the devices themselves aren’t compromised, the only way I know for governments to break the encryption is to run a proxy firewall like China does. This site will break and be nonfunctional if it encounters that scenario as some users have reported when trying to hit the site from inside a corporate firewall. And VPNs get around proxy firewalls. Which then means the government has to ban VPN apps and block the IPs when it identifies them. I’m headed to China in the next few months and there’s a lot of discussion among tourists as to which VPNs work and making sure they’re installed before landing in the country. There’s also eSIM cards that somehow get around the firewall, but I’m suspicious of them. I feel like the Chinese government may be giving tourists a rope and letting them hang themselves with it.

I have been bred many times by men with piercings. I like the feeling. As a loose bottom it feels great to have metal sliding inside of me. Unfortunately not many men are getting it done anymore.

The harsh neon lights of the motel sign outside cast an eerie glow through the thin curtains, painting the dingy room in a sickly pink hue. The stale scent of cheap cigarette smoke lingered in the air, a grim reminder of past transgressions. I took a deep, shuddering breath, my chest heaving as I leaned against the cold, hard bedpost. My heart thudded against my ribcage, echoing through the silent room like a drum in a muffled chamber. The sound of the door clicking shut still resonated in my ears as I felt the sticky wetness of the stranger's seed trickling down my inner thighs. The plastic chastity cage around my cock felt like a cruel mockery, a constant reminder that this wasn't about my pleasure. It was about the service I had signed up for. My ass throbbed with a mix of pain and pleasure, the raw ache from being fucked so fiercely by DominantDaddy69's thick, unyielding cock. Each pulse was a stark reminder of his claim on my body tonight. My phone buzzed again, jolting me out of my thoughts. The screen was a flurry of messages, a cacophony of horny demands and last-minute cancellations. Most men were too chickenshit to follow through on their promises to use me like a cumdump. But as I scanned through the notifications, two stood out: "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed". My stomach fluttered with anticipation. Two more. I could handle two more. SUMMARY^1: The narrator is in a grimy motel room with the scent of stale smoke, feeling the aftermath of a raw, anonymous encounter with DominantDaddy69. The room's neon lighting emphasizes the bleakness as they anticipate two more partners, identifiable by their screen names "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed," who have confirmed their intent to continue the night of anonymous, bareback use. With trembling hands, I sent them my room number, feeling the weight of the plastic cage around my cock as I typed. It was a constant reminder that tonight wasn't about my desires, but rather the satisfaction of these anonymous men. My heart raced as I laid back on the bed, the stiff mattress groaning under my weight. The cheap, scratchy comforter did little to comfort me as I waited, my mind racing with images of what was to come. I picked up the blindfold from the nightstand, feeling the soft fabric against my fingertips. It smelled faintly of the previous user, and I shivered, knowing I would soon be in the same vulnerable position. The bottle of poppers was cool to the touch, and I took a deep sniff, the sharp, chemical smell making my head spin and my inhibitions dissolve even further. With a deep breath, I positioned myself on all fours, my ass pushed high in the air, a silent invitation to the next man who would dare to claim me. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my body tingling with the need for more. I heard the muffled sound of the door handle turning, and my heart skipped a beat. The door swung open, and the cool night air brushed against my flushed skin. I could hear the rustle of clothes as he stepped into the room, and the faint scent of his cologne filled my nostrils. The anticipation grew with each passing second, my pulse pounding like a drum in my ears. SUMMARY^1: The narrator sends their room number to "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed," lying on the bed with the chastity cage digging into their skin. They take a hit of poppers to heighten sensitivity, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. The sound of the door opening signals the arrival of the next anonymous partner, whose cologne fills the room with a sense of impending use. With trembling hands, I uncapped the bottle of poppers and took a deep hit. The sharp, chemical fumes filled my nose and mouth, burning as they hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered, and my vision swam for a moment as the blood rushed from my head to my cock, trapped and straining within the unforgiving confines of the chastity cage. The world took on a new dimension of sensitivity, my ass clenching in response to the sudden influx of blood. Before the dizziness could fully pass, I felt the warm, solid presence of the next man behind me. His heavy breaths fell on my back like a scalding blanket, and the head of his cock pushed against my tender, abused entrance. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out as he began to apply pressure, my ass still tender from DominantDaddy69's rough treatment. The poppers had done their job, and my hole relaxed slightly, allowing the head to breach the barrier. With a single, powerful thrust, he was inside me, filling me to the brim. I gasped and moaned, the pain mixing with a desperate, yearning pleasure. The chastity cage around my cock was a stark reminder of my role tonight: a vessel for their lust, a silent witness to their desires. The fabric of the blindfold was smooth against my eyes, and I was grateful for the darkness it provided. It allowed me to escape into a world where I wasn't just a cumdump in a cheap motel room, but a being of pure sensation, a conduit for their release. SUMMARY^1: The narrator uses poppers to enhance sensitivity, feeling the burn as the next anonymous man approaches. Despite the pain, they manage to relax enough for entry, and he begins to fuck them. The chastity cage emphasizes their role as a receptacle for his pleasure, and the blindfold offers a mental escape from their reality. He fucked me with a silent ferocity, his hips slapping against my ass in a rhythm as old as time itself. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity up my spine, making my teeth clench and my toes curl. I could hear the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies colliding, a symphony of carnality that drowned out the distant sounds of the motel's TVs and passing cars. The bed creaked and groaned beneath us, a testament to our unbridled passion. As he reached his peak, his grip on my hips tightened, his nails digging into my skin like the talons of a raptor. The grunts grew louder, more animalistic, filling the air with the promise of his impending release. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the motel, he came. I felt his hot, thick load fill me up, the warmth of his seed a stark contrast to the coldness of the plastic cage that held my cock captive. Each pulse of his orgasm sent a fresh wave of pain and pleasure through my body, my ass clenching around his cock as if to milk him for every last drop. SUMMARY^1: The narrator is taken by the anonymous man with intense force, their body reacting to the pain and pleasure of each thrust. The man reaches climax with a primal roar, filling the room with the sounds of their union, and the narrator feels the heat of his cum deep inside while the chastity cage remains cold and unyielding. SUMMARY^2: The narrator, a willing cumdump, has a blindfolded, anonymous encounter with DominantDaddy69. They await two more partners, "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed." Using poppers for sensitivity, they endure another man's forceful bareback thrusts, the chastity cage a constant reminder of their role. The man reaches orgasm, filling them with his cum. When he finally pulled out, the sound of his cum dripping from my ass was obscenely loud in the quiet room. He didn't bother to wipe himself clean, leaving his seed to mingle with the sweat on my skin. I heard the rustle of his clothes as he dressed, his movements efficient and practiced, as if he'd done this a thousand times before. I bit back a whimper of protest, my body desperate for more, but I knew better than to speak. This was my night of servitude, and my desires were irrelevant. The door clicked shut behind him, and for a brief moment, the only sound was the panting of my own ragged breaths. I remained still, my knees trembling, my ass still open and gaping from the relentless pounding he'd given me. The coldness of the room seemed to seep into me, making me aware of every inch of my exposed, used body. I wanted to move, to clean up, to do anything but lie there, but my instructions were clear. I was not to remove the blindfold or the chastity cage until the last man had left his mark. The anticipation grew once more as the sound of new footsteps approached. This time, they were lighter, quicker, almost eager. My heart skipped a beat as the door handle turned, and the door swung open, admitting a gust of cool air that made me shiver. The scent of cheap cologne was replaced by something cleaner, fresher, and the sound of the TV in the next room grew louder for a moment before the new arrival closed the door, cutting off the outside world once again. SUMMARY^1: After the second man leaves, the narrator is left in a state of post-coital need and vulnerability, surrounded by the evidence of their use. The chastity cage remains in place as they await the next encounter, the silence pierced by the sound of approaching footsteps and the promise of another anonymous conquest. "Hello, slut," a smooth, amused voice greeted me. The words were a caress, a declaration of his intentions, and I couldn't help the moan that slipped from my lips in response. It was a 'yes', a silent affirmation of my role, my purpose for this evening. The newcomer sounded young, maybe in his twenties, his voice filled with a cocky confidence that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying. I heard the rustle of clothes as he undressed, the sound of fabric hitting the floor like a declaration of war. I took a few more sniffs of the poppers, the burn in my nose and the dizziness it brought helping to push away the doubt, the fear. My cock, trapped and ignored, swelled painfully with each breath I took, desperate for any kind of touch. "Good slut," the man said, his footsteps moving closer. "You're going to take it all for me, aren't you?" The scent of his cock hit me before anything else, a heady mix of musk and sweat. It was potent, overwhelming, and my mouth watered involuntarily. He was close, so close, and then the hot, velvety tip was pressing against my lower lip, demanding entrance. I opened my mouth and took him in, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty precum on his head. SUMMARY^1: The narrator, still blindfolded and bound by their chastity cage, is greeted by the confident voice of the third participant, 'ReadyToBreed'. Despite the fear, they are aroused by his dominance and the anticipation builds as they feel his cock against their lips, eager for the next round of anonymous use. "Good slut," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. The words were a balm, a validation of my purpose here, and I moaned around his cock, eager to please. He didn't waste any time, pushing deeper, filling my mouth with his length until I gagged. The plastic chastity cage around my own cock seemed to tighten in response, a cruel reminder that my pleasure was not the focus tonight. "I had a fight with my girlfriend," he confessed, his voice strained with need. "She said she doesn't want my dick anymore." His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my face closer to his crotch. "So now you're going to take it all, aren't you?" His words were a demand, a challenge that my body eagerly accepted. I nodded, unable to form coherent words around his girth, my eyes watering as I tried to take him deeper. He chuckled, a dark, self-satisfied sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Good," he murmured, "because you don't have a choice." The words were like a brand, searing themselves into my psyche, marking me as his for the night. He began to thrust into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every push. I choked and sputtered, my eyes watering, my throat burning. The taste of him was overwhelming, and yet I craved more. SUMMARY^1: 'ReadyToBreed' continues the narrator's degradation, revealing his personal motives for seeking this encounter. The narrator, desperate to serve, accepts his role, even as they struggle to accommodate his size and the painful reminder of their own chastity cage. His dominance is absolute, using the narrator's mouth as an outlet for his anger and frustration. I felt him growing harder, his cock thickening in my mouth as he used me for his pleasure. He was rough, uncaring, and the pain was a stark reminder of my place. His hand tightened in my hair, guiding my movements, dictating the rhythm of his pleasure. He didn't bother to ask if I was okay, didn't check if I could breathe, didn't care if I was choking on his length. And somehow, that only made me want to please him more. As he pulled his dick out of my mouth, it slapped against my wet cheek with a wet sound, leaving a trail of saliva and precum. He was massive, even when he wasn't fully erect, and the thought of him filling me up was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Sniff those poppers again," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, bringing the bottle to my nose and inhaling deeply. The burn was intense, making me cough and sneeze, but the effect was immediate. My senses sharpened, and my asshole felt like it was opening up, begging for his cock. He moved behind me, and I felt the mattress dip as he climbed onto the bed. His bare skin was hot against my back, and the smell of his arousal filled my nostrils. He didn't bother with any pleasantries, just grabbed my hips and lined his cock up with my entrance. I tensed, waiting for the pain, the stretching, but it never came. Instead, his cock slammed into me, pushing past any resistance with a brutal force that made me scream into the pillow. SUMMARY^1: The encounter with 'ReadyToBreed' escalates as he continues to assert his dominance. The narrator, fueled by poppers, is subjected to a painfully intense facefucking and is then forcefully penetrated anally, the cage on their cock a constant, painful reminder of their submissive role. Despite the harshness of the encounter, the narrator's desire to serve remains unbroken. "Take it," he growled, his hands digging into my skin. "Take it all like the good little slut you are." With the blindfold still in place, I had no way to anticipate his movements, to brace for the onslaught of his cock. I took another hit of the poppers, the harsh fumes making my vision swim. The room spun around me, and the sting of tears filled my eyes, but I didn't dare to disobey. My body was his to use, my pleasure secondary to his own. The plastic chastity cage around my cock was a stark reminder that this was not about me, not tonight. His cock was indeed monstrous, stretching my ass wider than any before. Each thrust felt like a battering ram pounding into me, the force of his hips driving him deeper with every stroke. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of sensations that overwhelmed my senses. I could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him as he claimed my body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by my muffled moans and his grunts of satisfaction. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the rhythm changed. His strokes grew shorter, more urgent, and his grip on my hips tightened. I could feel his cock swelling, the heat of his orgasm building inside him. The anticipation was unbearable, my own body desperate for release, but denied by the unforgiving plastic that kept my cock at bay. SUMMARY^1: The narrator, still blindfolded and in the thrall of the poppers' effects, is subjected to 'ReadyToBreed's' relentless assault. The intensity of the pain and pleasure reaches a crescendo, with the chastity cage ensuring their own needs are unfulfilled. The room is filled with the raw sounds of their forced intimacy as 'ReadyToBreed' approaches climax, leaving the narrator trembling and desperate in anticipation. With a final, guttural groan, he came. His warmth filled me, his cock pulsing deep inside my ass as he emptied himself into me. I felt the wetness of his cum overflow, dribbling down my thighs, mixing with the remnants of the first man's seed. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of pain and pleasure that made my toes curl and my body shiver. He didn't pull out immediately, instead letting his cock twitch and spasm within me, the last drops of his load painting the inside of my ass with his claim. The sound of his harsh breathing was the only noise in the room, a testament to his own satisfaction. I waited, trembling, for him to withdraw, to leave me empty once more, but he didn't move. Instead, he leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his breath hot against my neck. "We're not done yet, you filthy slut," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. His cock twitched inside me, still semi-hard, and I felt a fresh wave of panic wash over me. How much more could I take? The poppers had dulled the pain, but the reality of my situation was never far from my mind. But then, his cock began to swell once more, filling me up completely. The sensation was almost too much to handle, the pain mixing with a desperate need that had been building within me since the moment I'd been caged. He didn't ask if I was ready, didn't bother to give me a moment to prepare. He just started to fuck me again, his hips moving with a brutal efficiency that spoke of his desperation. "Take it," he said, his voice a snarl. "Take it all, you whore, you slut, you filthy cumdump." His words were like a knife, slicing through the last of my dignity, reducing me to nothing more than a receptacle for his lust. And yet, as degrading as it was, I found myself responding to the harshness of his tone, my body arching back to meet each thrust. The sound of our fucking grew louder, a cacophony of slapping skin and grunts. I could feel the heat of his cum spreading inside me, a warm, sticky mess that seemed to seep into my very soul. My own cock, trapped in the unforgiving cage, throbbed with a painful need for release. But the cage remained unyielding, a constant reminder that my pleasure was not the point of tonight's degrading performance. His grip on my hips grew even tighter, his nails digging into my skin as he hammered into me. The pain was exquisite, a reminder of the power dynamics at play in this sordid little motel room. And yet, with each brutal thrust, I felt my body betray me, my ass clenching around his cock, begging for more. It was as if the very fabric of my being had been rewired to crave this kind of abuse. As his second orgasm approached, I could feel his cock swell even further, the head of it bumping against my prostate with every push. The sensation was overwhelming, making me moan and whimper into the pillow. The poppers had done their job, my ass feeling like it was on fire with each stroke, the plastic cage around my cock a constant reminder of my helplessness. He came with a grunt, his warm seed flooding my insides once more. The feeling was incredible, a mix of pain and pleasure that had me writhing beneath him. But instead of pulling out, he kept going, his cock still hard and eager despite his release. He was insatiable, his hips pistoning into me with a fervor that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down my spine. "You like being my cumdump, my little slut." I could only moan in response, the pain and pleasure of his relentless fucking rendering me incoherent. His cock was a brand, searing into my soul with each brutal thrust. "You want more?" he taunted, his voice low and predatory. "You're such a greedy little slut." I could only moan in response, the pain and pleasure of his relentless fucking reducing me to a whimpering mess. He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. And then, as if my silent plea had reached him, his thrusts grew quicker, more urgent. His hands tightened on my hips, his nails digging into my skin as he used my body for his own carnally driven purposes. The headboard slammed against the wall in time with his hips, the noise a testament to the depravity that filled the room. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the motel, he came again, his cock pulsing deep within me. This load felt even more substantial than the first, his cum flooding my ass with a warmth that was almost comforting in its familiarity. I gasped, my body tightening around him, unable to stop the wave of pleasure that crashed over me, even as I knew it wasn't for me. As his orgasm subsided, he slowly pulled out of me, his cock slipping free with a wet pop that seemed to echo in the quiet room. I felt the loss of him acutely, my ass clenching reflexively, trying to keep him inside. He chuckled, a sound that was both dark and amused, before slapping my ass hard. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room, a stinging reminder that I was still his to use. "That makes five loads," he said, his voice filled with a smug satisfaction. The weight of his words settled into my gut, a cold, hard knot of reality. I had already 5 anonymously loads inside my ass by 3 strangers who had used me for their own pleasure without a second thought. And yet, I felt a perverse sense of pride, a strange thrill that I had been able to satisfy them all. Gently, I reached back with trembling fingers to probe my sore, gaping asshole. It was still open, the muscles stretched and relaxed from the relentless pounding of their cocks. The sensation was bizarre, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent a shiver up my spine. I felt the sticky warmth of their combined cum leaking out, sliding down my thighs, pooling on the cheap motel sheets. My locked balls were coated in it, a wet mess of salty stickiness that made me squirm. As I lay there, feeling the aftershocks of their releases, I heard the sound of the man behind me rustling his clothes. The mattress dipped as he stood up, and the floor creaked under his weight as he walked towards the door. He paused for a moment, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. And then, with the casualness of someone discussing the weather, he spoke. "Luckily, I'm on prep," he said, his voice still thick with lust. The words sent a jolt through me, a reminder of the risk that came with my night of servitude. The fact that he felt the need to say it out loud was a stark reminder of the kind of man I was allowing to use me. The sound of my phone screen unlocking was a harsh reality check, snapping me out of my daze. He was scrolling through my messages, looking for the next man to satisfy. My heart raced as I heard him tap away on the screen, sending an anonymous invitation to the next participant in this twisted game. "Hmm," he mused, his voice thick with satisfaction as he read through the responses. "Looks like someone's eager to fill you up next." I felt a fresh wave of arousal mixed with fear at his words. Who was it going to be? What would they do to me? The anticipation was agonizing, my body already tender and used. But the poppers had done their job, making the thought of more cock, more cum, more painfully pleasurable sensations almost irresistible. As the door clicked shut behind him, the reality of my situation crashed down on me like a wave. I was alone again, my ass still gaping and raw, my mouth coated in the taste of his cum. The plastic cage around my cock was a constant reminder of my role here, a silent sentinel ensuring my obedience. The anticipation grew once more, a thrumming pulse in the air. Would it be another man, eager to claim his place in my used, abused body? Or perhaps something else entirely? The sound of footsteps grew louder, approaching my head, and I could feel the excitement building within me. The scent of perfume filled the room, something sweet and floral, a stark contrast to the musky scent of the men who had come I felt something cold and wet press against my lips. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and allowed the liquid to be squeezed in. It was bitter, with a chemical aftertaste that was immediately recognizable. GHB The drug of choice for those who sought to lose themselves in the depths of depravity. I swallowed it down, feeling it burn my throat as it slid into my stomach. "Good boy," the voice purred, and this time it was definitely a woman's. The sound was sweet, like honey dripping from a spoon, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "You're going to be a good little slut tonight, aren't you?" Her hand was gentle as she stroked my cheek, a stark contrast to the harshness of the men who had used me so far. The coolness of her skin was a balm against the feverish heat of my face, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to believe that this encounter would be different. But the scent of her arousal, thick and potent in the air, told a different story. She wasn't here for tenderness or gentle caresses. She was here for the same thing they were: to use me, to claim me, to leave her own mark on my broken body. "But I'm here to fucked by men," I managed to murmur, the words thick and slurred against my will. The GHB was already taking hold, my muscles turning to liquid and my thoughts to mush. Her laugh was like a knife, cold and sharp. "Don't worry, slut," she whispered, her breath hot and sweet in my ear. "You're going to get exactly what you asked for." Her hand trailed down my neck, over my chest, and down to my stomach, her nails lightly scratching my skin as she went. "But I like to mix things up a bit." The sound of her moving behind me grew closer, the anticipation making my heart race. The poppers had long ago worn off, and the GHB was taking over, sending my body into a delicious haze of submission. My ass felt like it was on fire, the pain a distant memory as the drug coated my nerve endings in a warm, numbing fog. And then, I heard it: a soft hum. It grew louder, more insistent, and I felt something cold and metallic press against the tender skin of my ass. I tensed, my body instinctively bracing for the unknown, but the gentle strokes of her hand along my spine kept me pliant. The pressure grew, and the hum grew louder, until I felt a sharp pinch that made me gasp. It was a strange sensation, not quite pain, but definitely something new and intriguing. The world around me grew fuzzy, the edges of my vision blurring and my limbs feeling heavy. The GHB was working its magic, turning my body into a pliable toy for her to manipulate. The sounds of her movements grew distant, muffled, as if I were underwater. I pass out. I'm jolted back to consciousness by her voice, a siren's call that pierced through the fog in my mind. "Wake up, slut," she cooed, a hint of amusement in her tone. I scrambled onto all fours, the plastic chastity cage pressing painfully into my swollen cock as I shifted position. The room spun around me, the cheap carpet scratchy against my palms as I tried to find my bearings. And then, I felt it. Something warm and wet pressing against my abused ass, a sensation that didn't quite match the brutish intrusion of the men who had come before. My heart raced as the realization set in: it was her cock. A shemale's cock, thick and insistent, demanding entry to the depths of my body. I couldn't believe it, couldn't believe the twist this night had taken, but the desire was unmistakable. My asshole clenched around the emptiness, desperate to be filled once more. "I have another present for you, slut," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. "I'm going to impregnate you with my special swimmers." Her words barely registered as she held the bottle of poppers to my nose again. The scent was overpowering, a harsh chemical bite that seemed to burn away any last semblance of rational thought. I took a deep breath, the fumes filling my lungs and sending a rush of heat through my body. The room spun even more wildly, and I felt myself slipping away, the pain and pleasure of the evening blurring into a single, all-consuming need to be filled. And then she was inside me, her cock sliding into my ass with a gentle yet firm pressure. It was unlike anything I'd felt before, a softness that belied the strength behind it. She took her time, easing into me inch by inch, her movements deliberate and controlled. Each thrust was deep, filling me to the brim and making me feel impossibly full. I moaned into the pillow, my hips pushing back to meet her, desperate for more of that sweet agony. "Welcome to the club, my little putta," she murmured, her voice a velvet caress against my ear. "Where sluts like you come to be used and bred." Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my asshole clench around her cock, the plastic cage around my own cock a constant reminder of my submission. Her strokes grew quicker, more insistent, and I could feel the heat of her lust building inside me. Her cock was a living thing, pulsing and swelling with every thrust. "You're going to love my special swimmers," she said, her breath hot and ragged. "They're going to fill you up, make you their home." And then she came, her warmth spilling deep into me, mixing with the cum of the men before her. Her cock pulsed inside my ass, her orgasm sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through my body. The plastic cage was a stark reminder of my own untouched state, my cock throbbing in desperation. She leaned over me, her chest heaving, and I felt the weight of her cum deep within me, a warm and heavy presence that filled me to the core. "You're one of us now," she murmured, her voice filled with a wicked satisfaction. Her cock slipped out of me with a wet sound, leaving me feeling empty and used. She stood up, the mattress springing back into place with a groan that seemed to echo my own. "Or you will be by the end of the night." Her laugh was like a whip crack, sharp and stinging, sending a thrill of terror and excitement through me. I heard the rustle of clothing as she began to dress, the sound a stark contrast to the sticky mess of cum and sweat that coated my body. My senses were heightened, the poppers still doing their work, making every sound, every movement feel like a symphony of debauchery. "You have fifteen minutes to clean up and get ready," she said, her heels clicking against the floor as she moved away from the bed. "Admire my handiwork, my little cumdump. The next group will be eager to add to your collection." Her words lingered in the air as the door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone with the reality of what had just transpired. The blindfold was a prison, trapping me in my own lust-filled haze, and I was desperate to see the evidence of my degradation. With trembling hands, I reached up and pulled the fabric from my eyes, blinking against the sudden onslaught of light. The mirror revealed a sight that was both terrifying and thrilling. My eyes were glazed over with a mix of poppers and GHB, my pupils dilated and dark with desire. The chastity cage around my cock was coated in a sticky mess, my desperate erection trapped and unfulfilled. My ass was red and bruised, gaping slightly from the abuse it had endured. As I turned to get a better look, something stung my asscheek. I reached back tentatively, my fingers coming back coated in cum. The sight in the mirror was a blend of horror and fascination. Above my ravaged asshole, a fresh tattoo screamed 'cumdump' in bold letters, surrounded by a decorative border that looked suspiciously like the bars of a jail cell. The ink was still slick with lube, the edges raw and red from the recent needlework. It was a brand, a declaration of my new identity, etched into my flesh for all to see. My ass was now a canvas for their perverse artistry, a billboard for their desires. But it wasn't just the words that sent a shiver down my spine. On my left asscheek, I found a second tattoo, much smaller and more intricate. It was a biohazard symbol. I had no time to ponder the meaning of the new ink, i hear footsteps outside growing louder. On instinct, I scrambled back to the bed, my knees hitting the mattress with a soft thump. My body was still thrumming with the aftermath of the shemale's merciless fucking, my ass a slick, stretched mess that begged for more. The chastity cage was a constant, painful reminder of my submission, and as I went down on all fours, it was all I could do to keep my trembling legs from giving out. The blindfold was already in my hand, the fabric sticky with sweat and cum. I brought it up to my eyes, the world around me going dark once more. The smell of the room was a potent cocktail of sex and chemicals, a heady mix that had me lightheaded with need. I could hear the door creak open, the sound echoing through the silent room like a gunshot.

Part 4 I stood and watched as Sean finished breeding Ryan, conscious of the fact that I was so turned on I had just cum in my pants - something that had only happened to me once before. I was also feeling even more feverish now and almost fell forward . Aidan caught me in time and laid me on the bed and as he did so I was conscious that his big hairy cock was still as hard as a rock and was pointing straight at me. Ryan bent over me and kissed me. "I love you babe!" he whispered and added "Always!" That was all I needed to hear . I had not lost Ryan and that was all that mattered to me. I relaxed a bit and lay back on the bed as Ryan and Sean pulled my trousers, pants and socks off and then pulled my legs apart. Aidan stood in front of me for a moment and then grinned as he moved forward. Ryan and Sean were still holding my legs apart and a few seconds later I felt the familiar sensation of Aidan's cock pushing against my arse. I was sweating heavily now and I felt feverish and hot, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be penetrated by Aidan's big, thick, poz cock and to be fucked and bred with Ryan watching. Aidan fucked me as Ryan and Sean encouraged him to give it to me hard and to cum up my unprotected arse. I don't think I had ever felt like this before and I can't even describe the feeling as Aidan pumped his dirty load up my arse and then changed places with Sean, who was now fully hard again. Sean fucked me and bred me and then, to my surprise, Ryan and Sean swapped places. Ryan had never been very keen on topping, but how his cock was rock hard as he bent over me and guided his cock to my arsehole. "I need to fuck you, babe," he whispered, "I need to give you my load." I can honestly say that this fuck was one of the horniest I have ever had - Ryan fucked me really hard and I could see from the light in his eyes how much he was enjoying it as he fucked me harder and harder. I could tell he was getting close and I took hold of my cock and began to play with myself and I shot a huge load all over myself as Ryan shot his load right up me. The knowledge that Ryan was probably now shooting a poz load up my arse turned me on more than anything else and it seemed like I was never going to stop cumming. I don't remember much about what happened next. I slept for about 48 hours and when I woke up I was freshly showered and Ryan was sitting on the end of the bed. He leaned forward and kissed me gently as he told me that everything would be alright and he would look after me. After that I drifted back to sleep. I remember the doctor visiting me and deciding that I didn't need to go to hospital and that Ryan could nurse me at home. It was a couple of weeks before I felt better and on the Friday evening, much to Ryan's delight, I got a hard on that just wouldn't go down. Ryan grinned and took hold of my cock and then bent over and took it in his mouth. He sucked my cock gently until I couldn't help shooting a big load of cum into his mouth and then I fell asleep again. I recovered quite a bit over the next week or so and one night, after sucking my cock for a while, Ryan climbed on top of me and rode my cock until I shot my load up his arse. I knew we would have to talk, but neither Ryan or I was in a hurry to do that - we would both know when the time was right. In the meantime, we had both been tested and, perhaps not surprisingly, both of us had turned out to be HIV positive. About a week later, I was up and about again and Ryan and I began to talk. I told him everything I had done, and I could see him getting more and more turned on as I described being double penetrated by Aidan and Sean. Ryan told me that he had first let Aidan fuck him two days after Aidan and his partner moved in. He told me that he had been getting more and more turned on by the thought of getting pozzed, and confessed that he had been even more turned on by the thought of me getting pozzed. He had confided this to Aidan one afternoon when I was at work and Aidan had invited Ryan over for a drink. A short time later, Ryan's pants and trousers were down and he was cheating on me for the first time, as Aidan fucked him bareback and loaded up his arse. Ryan told me this was the first time he had deliberately taken a poz load up his arse. Ryan told me that he had been getting more and more turned on while doing his voluntary work at the sexual health clinic, especially by some of the poz guys who attended and had been fantasising about some of them pulling his pants down and fucking him right there in the clinic. When Aidan had come on to him he hadn't been able to resist. Since then, he had done it with quite a few guys, most of them poz and all of them without a condom. Apparently the conference for sexual health workers had also turned into a bareback fuck fest when one of the guys hosted a party in his room and before long everyone's pants came down. Guys who normally practised safe sex and whose role it was to promote safe practices, spent the night going up each other indiscriminately, no condoms were used and, though most of them had partners, pretty much everyone took several loads up them, including Ryan! Aidan was now fucking Ryan regularly and between them they decided to see if Aidan could get me to cheat on Ryan and to take his dirty load. You know what happened next! Our relationship was now stronger than ever and we were enjoying ourselves in ways I would never have thought possible. One evening I picked Ryan up from the sexual health clinic and he asked if we could give a lift to one of the other volunteers. Of course I said yes, and when Ryan came out to the car, he was accompanied by a tall, handsome black guy he introduced as Kofi. I was really attracted to Kofi and later that night I confessed this to Ryan. He grinned and told me that Kofi was originally from Ghana and was HIV positive and unmedicated. I was even more turned on now and when Ryan and I fucked that night he asked me if I wanted him to set something up with Kofi. I nodded and Ryan said "Leave it with me!" as I fired a big load of cum up him. Two weeks later, Kofi came round for dinner and a little later in the evening, we were all in the bedroom and Ryan said he had arranged a treat for me and told me to sit on the chair and watch for a while. I sat down watched as Kofi pulled Ryan towards him and began to kiss him. A few minutes later, I watched Ryan unzip Kofi's trousers and pull them down along with his pants. I don't think I had ever seen a cock as big as Kofi's and I was really turned on as I watched Ryan suck it until Kofi turned round and bent over, pushing his arse into Ryan's face. I had my cock out now and was wanking as I watched Ryan licking Kofi's arse and then bending over and taking Kofi's huge cock up his slim arse. Kofi asked me if I was enjoying watching him fuck my husband and asked me if I wanted him to shoot an unmedicated load up him. I was so turned on now as I told Kofi to go for it and breed my husband right in front of me. A few minutes later, he threw his head back and thrust hard up Ryan's arse, pumping him full of unmedicated poz cum. I don't think I had ever been so turned on! A short time later, it was my turn to bend over the bed as Kofi pushed his big thick cock right up me, fucked me and pumped his special load into me. Then Kofi bent over the bed and I pulled his cheeks apart and licked him out before pushing my cock up his (very tight) hole and and giving him exactly what he had given me. It was all incredibly horny! Ryan and I were now telling each other our fantasies and I had told him that one of mine was to kneel up on the bed blindfold and have a couple of guys just walk in and use me, without me even seeing them, and one Saturday morning on my birthday weekend, Ryan told me to get ready as he had invited a couple of random guys over to fuck and load me. I was really turned on as I showered and got myself ready and a short time later, Ryan told me he was going downstairs and showed me a blindfold which he tied round my eyes. I honestly couldn't see anything and as I knelt on the bed waiting, I felt a bit nervous. To take my mind off my nerves, I played with my cock which was already rock hard and a few minutes later I heard someone coming up the stairs and coming into the bedroom. I could tell there were two people in the room although I couldn't see anyone. Nothing happened for a moment and then I heard the sound of a belt buckle and what sounded like someone pulling their pants and trousers down. I felt a hand on my arse and one of them said "Nice!" A few seconds later I felt someone kneeling behind me and pulling my arse cheeks apart and then I felt a tongue on my hole. The fact that I had no idea who it was or what they looked like was even more of a turn on than I thought it would be and when he fingered some lube into my arse and pushed his cock against my hole, it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load then and there. The guy pushed right up me and began to fuck as I head the other guy's pants and trousers coming down and then I felt his cock pushing towards my mouth and I began to suck him. I wondered where Ryan was as the two guys spit roasted me. I was fairly sure he wasn't in the room and the fact that he had left me alone with two total strangers turned me on even more. The first guy was getting close now and before long I was taking a load up my arse. When he finished cumming in me, the first guy pulled out and they changed places. Until quite recently, I would never have thought of sucking a cock that had just been up my arse, but now I didn't hesitate and took it into my mouth and sucked on it as the second guy fucked and bred me. A few minutes later the two guys had gone and Ryan had returned. He told me to keep the blindfold on as he wanted to fuck me too and a short time later he added his load to the other two. I genuinely had no idea who the two guys were, but I had a feeling there was something familiar about one of them, but I couldn't quite think what it was. A week or so later, I fucked Aaron at work again. I had planned to make an excuse not to fuck with him again now that I knew I was HIV positive, but when he came on to me one night we ended up in a quiet part of the building with him sucking my cock. Then I thought I would just let him suck me until I came, but after a while Aaron stood up, pulled his pants down, turned around and backed onto my cock. A short time later he took my load up him. We also went down to London for a weekend to celebrate Ryan's birthday and had the best time ever. As well as seeing London, we fucked with as many guys as we could over the long weekend. We had a threesome with one of the guys on the reception desk in our hotel, hooked up with another gay couple who were staying in the same hotel one evening and Ryan and I took their loads before swapping places - it was a real turn on to watch Ryan fucking a guy next to me and it was not long before I shot my load up the hairy arse of the older of the two guys. We also visited a couple of raunchy clubs where Ryan took multiple loads and I spent quite a bit of time with my arse pressed up against the gloryhole, taking random loads up my arse (another of my fantasies!) Life just seemed to keep getting better and better. We were also still regularly fucking with Aidan and a group of his friends, and, as far as I knew, his partner still had no idea. The following summer, Aidan's partner accepted a job that would take them to Paris for a year and they decided to rent out their house. It was all arranged quite quickly and Aidan told me they had found tenants through friends of friends, adding with a grin that he thought we would get on with them very well. The new tenants were a young gay couple in their mid 20s, Alex and Jake, who had just got married. We got on very well with them and invited them over for dinner a couple of times. Alex was the more outgoing - he was blond with floppy hair and really friendly manner. I also couldn't help noticing he had a really fit arse, which really filled out his jeans. Jake was quieter, and was of mixed heritage, a really good looking guy with dark curly hair and was a year or so older than Alex. They had met at university, had been together for four years and had got married a few months before they moved in. One night they invited us for dinner and we were talking about relationships and after a while Alex confided that he and Jake had only ever been with each other. "That's really nice! I said as I poured them both another drink. Just then, my eyes met Ryan's and I knew he was thinking exactly the same as I was.

as promised. part 2 of chapter 6. the story continues between Mark and Jake. His first time. maybe the opening to a much slutty Jake. who knows 😉 i didn't make you wait too long for this part i hope. because the previous one was mainly a build up. Part 6.2 Mark grabs my head and pushes me towards his pole. I willingly go with I and feel how his pole touches my face and mouth. Mark is pressing my face against his huge cock. It is almost as large as my hole face. I start kissing his balls and slowly moving up along his cock. licking... exploring... his short-trimmed pubic hair rubbing against my chin. I slowly work my way up and come across his cock head. he is uncircumcised and I start playing with my tongue along his skin. my tongue softly pressing inwards , into his foreskin so that I touch his glans with the tip of my tongue. I make rotating, licking and playing movements. my tongue is enclosed in his foreskin. I taste something salty. I think his pre-cum. In the meantime I hear Mark gasp and moan. dammm, boy…. That is some foreplay….. I hear him whisper. With my hands I start to massage and play whit his big heavy balls. I let them slide through my finger, while my tongue keeps playing in his foreskin. I slowly feel his balls pull up a bit more and get harder. Fuck. I've never done this before, but he's so good. In the meantime my head is a bit floaty. The champagne is doing its job. I can't really think straight anymore. But I'm so horny. Slowly i pull his pole down with my other hand. Sliding his foreskin back…. slowly…. The head of his cock is coming out more and more and with my tongue i can now lick his head better and better. Then the foreskin pops all the way back and i enclose my mouth over his cock head. i start sucking him. Gently... a little deeper each time. i feel his cock on to the back of my throat. i leave it at that for a while to get used to it and suck softly up and down.... Then i go a little too deep and start coughing. Don’t go too fast, mark says and pulls my head up by my hair. He looks me deep in the eyes. Do you really want this he laughs. To which i nod. let's open those boxes that are lying next to us on the bed. see what they say. I open my box. There are several things in it. Lubricant, 1 condom (no more than 1 I think to myself), a pill with a description that it makes you go numb (against the pain and so that you are no longer aware of what is happening), an anal pain relief ointment for after the fuck. What is this I wonder? Do I all need those stuff? Mark opens his box. There are handcuffs, a butt plug, a small needle, a small whip for beating and a letter in it. The letter describes the following. Whoever is in charge can take 2 things out of the box to use. The other can take 1 thing out of his boxes. I look at Mark. What, what are you taking? Mark looks at me laughing. I take.. The handcuffs and... The butt plug. I look in my box. 1 thing? What do you think I ask Mark, the condom? mark laughs and says, i would choose differently. i look at him questioningly. Now he says, do you only want 1 time or more tonight? There is only 1 condom. And…. There is a big chance that it will break. you are a virgin, your ass is tight and dry. He says to me. So i say questioningly... the ointment or the lube? I take the lube. i'll have this one. Thinking about how Leroy was sitting on his chair earlier. Good says mark and he takes both boxes away. i open the lubricant and start to lube mark's cock. He is still very hard and is now starting to shine from the lube. His cock only gets more beautiful and horny. I gently rub his biohazard tattoo again, which also starts to shine from the lube, together with his trimmed pubic hair in the dimmed light. I give it a good massage and then give the rest of the tube to mark. Up in the bed and arms stretched out, he laughs. On your back please. I do as he says. Click.... the handcuffs are put on. I am handcuffed to the bed. Now he can do anything with me. I can no longer escape, if I still wanted to. But I don’t. I want Mark. Mark sits between my legs and pulls them wide apart. My ass and little hole are exposed for him. He lifts my ass up a bit so that my hole is clearly visible to him. He takes the lube, spreads it over his fingers and places them against my little hole. Let’s also lube this he says, with which he presses hard against my sphincter. He pushes so hard that his 2 fingers shoot deep inside me, in one flow. owwww. ohhhh, fuckkkk. dammmm. I say and feel his fingers moving deep in my hole. He makes rotating movements and sometimes touches my prostate. Mark keeps pushing his fingers against the walls of my hole. He seems to stretch me for what is yet to come. He leans forward. His fingers still locked in my hole. face to face. His chest against mine and i feel his trimmed chest hair scraping and tickling over my bald chest. It makes it all just that little bit hotter. My whole body seems to react. His nipples, touching mine. His mouth above mine and his eyes right in front of me. I know you're a virgin he whispers softly whit a rough horny voice. But you have to know Jake, I'm not. I've had many men and boys. I've fucked many men and fucked a lot of virgin guys. I have seen It aal, I used them all and gave them my load. the tattoo on my groin is proof of it. i know what I’m doing and i cum a lot. Your first fuck will hurt, it always does. But i'm going to try to be as soft as possible. After your first load, it only gets better. But know that soft, is not really in my nature. i like to fuck hard, i like boys who moan. I nod. Take me, let me experience it, i whisper back and kiss him. Our tongues caught each other again. I feel his fingers slide out of my hole and he puts his big thick pole against it. Are you ready for it? He whispers and looks at me, deep in my eyes. Yes, take my virginity. With that agreement, Mark starts to apply pressure to my hole. My sphincter resists, but mark applies more and more pressure. His cockhead is thick and big, thicker than those 2 fingers before. So my sphincter opens a bit, but holds back the pressure. There it comes, I hear him say, when he applies even more pressure. My hole can't resist and I feel it opening up, clamping and tight along his cock head. it feels warm, burning, filling. I hear a kind of pop and his cock head shoots into my hole. my sphincter closes behind his head. his shaft itself, is not yet in me. I moan loudly. mmmmm. dammmmm. fuckkk. It feels like my sphincter is being ripped open it hurts and i have to get used to it. Do i really want this? I wonder. His whole pole has to go in and mark will not hold back. Mark laughs. My cock head is in you. Do you feel it throbbing? And he moves and teasingly. This is just the beginning. Slowly mark starts to increase the pressure again. ohhhh. dammmm. fuckkkk. shitttt.... i feel his cock very slowly pressing in my hole. a little deeper each time, inch by inch. I puff and pant, i feel full, because of his pole that slowly slides into me, but is not even halfway. Tears come to my eyes. Softly, slow down, slow down i hiss it out. but mark keeps applying pressure and slides his pole further and further into my hole. Then i feel even sharper pain and pressure. Tears come to my eyes. I start to pant softly…. It burns. My face contorts in pain. Mark sees it happening. mmmm, he says, that's your second hole I'm pressing against now. This is going to hurt a little he says to me, but I try to do it softly. Mark then presses hard for a short while. Ohhhwww. ahhhhhhh. I let out a loud cry and feel his pole suddenly shoot through. Through my second hole. It burns, it stings, it fills, it..... Feels good Good job Jake, says mark. Its passed your second hole. Then he pushes his pole further in, until i feel his trimmed pubic hair poking against my balls. His balls press against my ass and i feel the pressure decrease. My pole is now completely in you whispers mark. I feel filled, pressed from the inside, it burns, it pulsates. I feel every movement of his cock, his veins against my wall. Stay in me i pant, afraid that he pushes it out and in again. Mark lets me get used to his cock. we lay like that for at least 5 minutes and kiss in the meantime. I start to like it, it feels good and my ass is so filled with his pole in me. Heavenly Then he starts thrusting softly. It burns again, but not as bad as before. It feels good, it tickles a little. An emptiness that is quickly replaced by the feeling of getting filled up Filled by his cock, thrusts over and over again in me. My prostate is stimulated by his cock. I can't stop panting and moaning. Fuck mark, fuck mark, fuckkkkk. It feels so good. I moan out Mark increases the speed. He starts to fuck faster and harder. He has both my legs, holding me in place and pulling me towards him, to get deeper in me. Now you are no longer a virgin, he moans while fucking. His balls slap against my ass. His trimmed pubic hair rubs against me. My own cock is rock hard and lies on my stomach, pre-cum seeps out and forms a drop on my stomach. Mark starts fucking harder and harder. The bed creaks and my sphincter burns. I look down and see how his 6 pack is tensed. His short shaved chest and stomach hair is wet with sweat and shines in the dimmed light. His golden necklace hangs down, from his neck. The medallion touches me and rests on my chest. Sweat drops run down his necklace, onto me. i feel his warm sweat. i smell it. mmmm i see his groin thrusting and every now and then, i catch a glimpse of his biohazard tattoo. Just before he thrusts hard into me again. I moan and groan it out. I'm almost going crazy. I feel his cock getting thicker and bigger and I notice he's moaning too. We moan together in the same rhythm. My hole is getting wetter and wetter. Mark thrusts harder and harder and with less and less resistance. His cock slides easier in and out of me. His pe cum takes care of this. I'm going to come, Mark pants. Where do you want the cum wile he thrusts deep and hard into me again. Right There… I moan out, where you're pounding your cock in right now now…. Deep in me Mark, fuck me, give me your cum. Mark grins as he moans and suddenly he increases the speed of fucking me. He fucks hard, very hard and real fast. Harder than before and I feel the pain increasing again. I hear his balls and groin bounce against my ass. As if I'm being ass slapped. I feel his cock swell, his veins pulse in me. I start to scream loudly and then... my own cock starts to pulse like never before. Cum squirts out in waves. Over my own belly, my chest, against my chin, over my own mouth and my eyes and into my hair. I squirt, without touching my cock. by the thrusting of mark. I then hear mark. He gives a load roar and thrusts very hard into me. I get punched upwards, with my head against the edge of the bed. His cock stays deep inside me and i feel it pulsate inside me. I feel his cum squirt with force against my hole walls. warm, very warm and hard. i feel myself getting wet inside. Being filled up, with his warm cum. 5,6,7 no certainly 9 times i feel cum squirt inside me. Mark moans and moans and then lowers himself onto me. His cock still buried deep in me. His belly touches mine. My own cock gets sandwiched by both our bellies. His sweat mixes with mine. His trimmed chest slowly falling down on me. i smell him. Sweat off him and my cum that i have squirted, sticks against our bodies together. He stays like this for a moment. I can feel his body heat pressing on me. Then he licks over my eye and mouth. He is licking my cum up, that i have squirted over myself. He licks it all up and take is in his mouth. He does not swallow, but starts to kiss me. To tongue me. Playing my cum between our tongues. I taste myself. It is hot en sticky. Then, after some minutes, i swallow my own cum. Tastes good, right, says Mark softly. He slowly pulls his pole out of me. Wet with his cum and lube. His pole is shiny from it. I can see his big veins on his shaft clearly. My hole feels empty, too empty. I feel the cold air filling my open hole. I want him, I want him in me again. Then I feel pressure against my sphincter again and I feel my hole being filled up again. Fuck this feels good again, like it should be. round 2? I want him. I never want my hole to be empty again. It is built for cock. But I see Mark standing up and unlock my handcuffs. Just need to pee now he says. How, what... What do I have in me now? It's the plug from the box that Mark has chosen. He sees my confused face. Just to leave my cum in you tonight he laughs. That way it won't run out and your hole will stay open nicely. I'll take that hole again in a moment... and tonight... i stand up and follow him to the bathroom. He stands with his back to me, his dick to the toilet, trying to pee. i grab him firmly from behind and hug him. Thank you… thank you…. I say. I couldn't have wished for more. I lost my virginity by you. A hunk like you, that fucked his load deep up my virgin hole. I wouldn't want anyone else to take my virginity. Your perfect. in the meantime i notice that I’m drunk and horny as shit. Mark chuckles. you're welcome. But the evening is still young. In the meantime mark tries to piss, but he still can’t. He is too hard. Can you help, he says. Of course i answer. Mark pushes me towards the shower and pushes me down. I quickly get on my knees. Mouth open he commands and let his dick sink into my mouth. I suck it, but then mark starts to piss. His piss fills my mouth. Swallow he orders me. I do as he tells me and I try to swallow as much as possible. Of course this doesn't work completely and he also pisses half on me. On my chin, my naked body, my chest, my own cock and ass. So I’m rid of that too laughs mark. He grabs the shower hose and sprays me off. Back to bed now, for your 2nd load. Like a little horny slut i quickly hop back into bed. I lie down on my stomach with my ass up. Mark pulls the plug out of my hole and i feel his pole immediately take its place. He thrusts hard all the way into me. i moan it out again. It hurts a bit again, but now there is mainly pleasure. This is what i want, forever. To be filled, by bare cocks. I get the plug pressed against my mouth. Open, mark commands, while he slides his pole deep into me. I open my mouth and get the plug pressed into my mouth. This way the neighbors can't hear you and you get higher in that ranking. You are now at 1 load. let's make more of it tonight. i taste the plug marks cum and my own ass. It only makes me more willing. He fucks me like this for at least 20 minutes. Hard, soft, deep and then really hard again. My knees even start to hurt from the grinding on the bed, from his hard thrusts. My sphincter burns and feels like it is on fire. But i enjoy it. i love this feeling. That cock thrusting deep inside me. I feel filled and complete. Mark groans again. Here comes load 2. He thrusts his load deep inside me; at least 7 times he squirts his seed deep inside me. I’m in love with it. A moment later he pulls his pole out of me again and the plug goes back in. He turns me on his side and crawls against me. My ass, against his bare cock and balls. My back against his trimmed chest. We rest like that for a while and fall asleep. During the night i wake up a few times from a burning and throbbing feeling. It is mark, who has taken the butt plug out of my ass again and is fucking me. It is getting easier with all his cum in me. The last time i fall asleep again, while he is fucking me. He does this at least 4 times. Somewhere in the middle of the night i wake up. It is pitch dark. I hear loud screaming, banging against the wall, crying, groaning. Fuck me fuck me i hear. In the meantime i feel mark's chest moving against me. i think he heard it too. i crawl a bit harder against him. i am so tired and exhausted from the fucking that i quickly fall asleep again. Later in the night i wake up again. Again banging against the wall, screaming and crying. but now even louder. it hurts, it hurts, fuck. you are so big. poz me poz me, poz me like you just did next-door. i want you, fuck me, fill me. sleepy and drunk i hear this. i don't feel mark behind me. maybe he's pissing again i think to myself and then fall back into a deep sleep. in the early morning i feel mark fucking my ass again. i wake up from it. There is already light coming in from the windows. good morning sleepy head, mark laughs. I'm taking the liberty...to give this date, a good morning fuck, before it's over. He fucks me rough and painful, but i enjoy every moment. he squirts his seed deep inside me again. Puts the plug back in my ass and stands up. Thanks he says, time to go. Wait i say and grab his hand. I pull him towards me. Can’t let you go like this. I open my mouth and suck his cock deep inside my mouth. I lick his cummy cock and taste a mix of his cum and my ass. I do taste some blood to. Is that my from my ass I think, am I bleeding? When i take his cock out of my mouth, i quickly start licking his biohazard tattoo again. I think this tattoo is so hot on you. And the spot of this tattoo, on your body. i kiss it and look at him. Mark grins. Glad you like it. He calls out. Go ahead I say, I'll stay in bed for a while. Your room will be ready by now I think. Hopefully we'll meet up again this holiday. Mark laughs, with your looks and that ass, definitely. He jumps in his pants. He takes his shirt etc., but does not pull any other stuff on. He just grabs it. etc. damm he's sexy. Until next time and walks out of my room. I hear the door open and close. Fuck I think. Was that real? did he really fuck me like that? And did we really fuck without a condom? I had so many drinks, way to many. But fuck this was so good. I always want this. I am hooked on cock. I fall asleep and wake up later. I hear knocks on the door. Sir, can I come in? you need help? I like to clean your bed and room. It’s the help, knocking on my door.

For me it's TIM's Loaded featuring Dawson. I stumbled up a clip of it when I was maybe 12-13 after searching for gay porn online, and after tracking down the full video later, I'm convinced it changed my life. Watching one man after another blow their load into one hole, using the cumulative cum as lube got me hooked immediately. After continuously watching that (and other Dawnson gangbang vids), I became obsessed with barebacking, anonymous sex, and group play. Almost 20 years later, my dream is still to be the very last top in a similar scenario, eating out the previous 20-30 loads, and using it as lube to add my own. Maybe one day...

I too admit I LOVE cheating. Being fucked is the BEST feeling ever and if the tops that fuck me are also cheating it's a mind rush for sure. Just something so "primal" about it and the fact that "monogamy" is a made up thing makes it all the better! Getting home before my bf gets off work so I can look all innocent while him not having a clue that I'm full of nut from other guys is the best too. . . .:) Pretty skilled at it too I must say. . .somewhat of an art. Only been caught twice. . . .once by a guy I had started dating for like a week and was super cute but couldn't fuck me right. He had stopped by and fucked me one day and after he left I got back online and within 20 minutes had another hot guy (with a HUGE dick) that knew how to fuck balls deep in me. I was on my back legs up and after about fifteen minutes of having him in me, I was in such an oblivious mood that I didn't notice the guy I was dating had walked into my bedroom. He freaked out of course and was like "WTF, seriously?!" I didn't care. . . .and knew the guy screwing me could take him easily if he started shit so I looked right at him with a cocky smile and said "Sorry Nate, but notice this guys dick. . . .it does to me what yours simply can't - bye" He left still cussing but that guy I had cheated on him with became the next boyfriend about two weeks later. Needless to say I cheated on him of course too but he never found out. . . . . . 🙂 The second time I was at an after hours party and high as fuck when my friend's boyfriend hit on me and asked if he could fuck me. DUH!!!!! He took me upstairs to a bedroom and within five minutes or so he was balls deep in me and we both were loving it. That is til about thirty minutes (and his first load in me) later. . .he was back in me going for round two when the door opens. Thinking it was another guy that wanted to three way with us, I said "come get some stud." The voice I heard reply was my friend saying "Clearly my boyfriend is already giving you that." We stopped for a second and looked up and he had already walked out. I said "Dude, you ok?" He said "I am now" and kept fucking me. He busted his nut again and then we left together with two other guys to continue the night! 🙂 LOVE IT!!!!!! 🙂

One of Jake's favorite hobbies was cruising. At malls, parks, bathrooms, you name it. But his absolute favorite was the seedy bathroom at a notorious truck stop, a place where the underbelly of desire and depravity often converged. This grimy oasis catered to the needs of the road-weary and the sexually adventurous, a perfect setting for his gaping cunt. Jake, just a 18-year-old boy the first time he went there, had stumbled into this world of raw, unbridled lust, seeking a release from his innocent existence. He was drawn to the rough, gruff men who frequented the area, and it was here that he first laid eyes on the infamous “Bull,” the undisputed king of the pitstop. Bull was a towering figure at 6’6” with a barrel chest and bulging biceps, his skin a tapestry of ink that spoke of his life's journey through the seedy underbelly of society. His hair was a wild mane, matted and tangled, and his beard was an unkempt jungle, emanating the pungent aroma of sex and bodily fluids. His eyes were piercing, a mix of hunger and amusement that sent a shiver down the spine of anyone who met his gaze. His heavy breathing and the sound of his leather vest creaking as he moved only added to his intimidating presence. The smell of piss and ass clung to him like a second skin, a scent that was both terrifying and exhilarating to the young, eager Jake. Bull's cock was a monstrous, uncut beast, thick and veiny, with a gleaming 00g Prince Albert piercing that spoke of his dominance and experience. It was a weapon of pleasure and pain that Jake was about to become intimately acquainted with. Their first encounter was a brutal initiation into the world of hardcore, raw fucking. Bull had seen Jake in the parking lot as he pulled his semitruck in. He recognized the submissive, deviant spark in his eyes and the desperate hunger for a man to claim him immediately. He knew where to find him and walked straight to the bathrooms. When Bull got there, he saw this young, smooth thing standing at the urinals. Jake was pretending like he fit in, when everyone knew why he was there—and that was before they even saw his jockstrap hanging out of his skintight shorts that showed off his ass perfectly. Bull wasted no time, pushing the boy to his knees at the urinal and forcing his head against his thick bulge, the smell of ripe dick cheese and stale sweat overpowering. Jake's eyes looked up, almost begging for more. Bull obliged by whipping out a nearly 10-inch cock, thick, ripe, and incredibly hairy and slapped it across the boy’s face. Jake immediate took the entire thing. Despite his age, he’d had plenty of experience and was almost able to take the entire thing. Bull’s thick overpowering bush almost in Jake’s face. His eyes watered as he struggled to accommodate the massive girth, but he was eager to please, eager to be used. The rest of that night was a blur of painful ecstasy as Bull broke in Jake's tight cunt, leaving him a trembling, gaping mess. Bull had Jake’s head shoved in the piss filled urinal while his ripe cock tore the boys cunt open. Even as other truckers walked in, he never stopped. Luckily for Jake, two others helped Bull spit roast him with each shooting a thick load deep down Jake’s throat just by watching Bull brutally fuck his ass. Jake loved to be used, but this was a whole new level. It was a bond that formed between them, a bond of dominance and submission that would last for years to come. And as they reunited at various truck stops, Bull would always remind Jake of their first meeting, the memory of his first taste of true depravity forever etched into his mind. After a few more brutal breedings, “the weekend” happened. It was a weekend that would forever be etched into Jake's mind as one of the most depraved and exhilarating experiences of his life. It had begun quite unexpectedly. It was a typical Friday evening at the truck stop, with Jake waiting eagerly to satisfy his insatiable cravings for raw, unfiltered manhood. The neon lights flickered over the parking lot, casting an eerie glow on the lineup of rigs, each one a potential playground for his perverted desires. Bull knew immediately that Jake was there that Friday night—the boy’s scent of desperation wafted through the air like a siren's call to the seasoned pig. Approaching the bathroom, he walked In and saw a dirty Latin trucker raping Jake’s holes without mercy. Bull watched and waited as the man dropped his load deep in Jake and left him there on all fours on the filthy bathroom floor. Looking directly at Bull, the trucker started pissing on Jake. Coating him in fresh warm piss. He then went on his way, letting Bull once again claim his boy. Bull slid his dirty cock into the boys leaking pussy. Easily four or five loads in there already and still begging for more. Once he was fully drained, instead of walking out like usual, Bull offered the boy a ride to the next big truck stop along his route. Intrigued and already wet with anticipation, Jake eagerly agreed. Once inside the cabin of the 18-wheeler, Bull wasted no time. He lit up his meth pipe, took a massive hit, then handed it to Jake who did the same. Bull took it back, had another big hit, reaching to his side and grabbing something. He immediately reached over and tore the boy’s piss soaked clothes off, pinning him against the sticky, leather seats. Bull’s hand reached in between Jake’s legs and shoved a nice thick shard deep into his leaking cunt. Jake's heart raced as he felt the weight of the massive man on top of him, his small cock straining against his jockstrap. Bull's grin grew wider as he reached down and ripped the fabric away, exposing Jake's leaking, hungry hole. Bull was licking the sweat and piss from Jake’s young face when he spit all over the boy’s face. "You really thought I’d drop you off at the next stop? You're gonna be my little bitch all weekend, aren't ya?" Bull growled, his breath hot and pungent with the scent of cheap beer and tobacco. Jake nodded excitedly, his voice a high-pitched whine of excitement. He had dreamed of this moment, of being used and abused by the legendary Bull for longer than their brief seedy encounters. He was more than ready to submit to whatever the pig had in store for him. Their journey began with another brutal fucking, Bull's thick, pierced dick plowing into Jake's still gaped ass without a single ounce of mercy right there in the front for others to see. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the cabin as Jake's body was used as nothing more than a receptacle for Bull's lust. The mingling scents of sweat, cum, piss, and meth grew stronger as the night progressed, the chemical haze in the air only heightening the intensity of the scene. Bull was in no hurry. He had plenty of time to get to his destination, and even more time to break in the fresh meat he had acquired. Each time they pulled over at a rest stop or deserted stretch of road, Bull would force Jake to perform unspeakable acts of depravity. He'd make him suck his cock clean, lick the crust of cum and sweat from his balls, suck on his ripe pits and feet, and even service other seedy truckers who were curious about the commotion. Jake's moans grew louder as the weekend went on, his voice hoarse from screaming and begging for more. Bull's cock grew more demanding, stretching him wider with each punishing thrust. They fucked in the cabin, in the back of the trailer, and even a few times on the front bumper of the truck, the cool metal pressing into Jake's back as Bull claimed him while other cars passed by. Bull’s massive cock filling Jake’s young cunt while he continued to feed the boy his chem piss and so much more. Their depraved adventure was filled with moments of pure carnality. That Fiday night they stopped at a seedy motel along the way, where Bull tied Jake to the bed and invited at least 11 of his disgusting trucker buddies for a night of no limits use. The sound of fucking, grunts, and moans filled the air as Jake was passed around like a piece of meat, his body taking cock after cock without a moment's reprieve. In between the marathon sessions of fucking, Bull would slam Jake and feed him piss to keep things going, ensuring that his cunt remained open and ready for whatever was to come next. They'd snort lines off each other's bodies, the burn in their nostrils only adding to the delicious agony of their unyielding desire. The men using Jake left him a disgusting, sweaty mess. Jake loved every second of It. The nastier the man, the wider his cunt would open. On the road that next day, the fun never stopped. And as the Saturday night came, they pulled into a backwoods sex club known for its extreme fetishes and lack of rules. The man at the front door didn’t even pause as Bull led Jake through the entry. Inside, Jake was led around on a leash, his ass and face painted with the cum, piss, and spit of other men, signaling to all that he was property to be used. The men there were like ravenous animals, fighting to be the next to fill him up and mark him as theirs. Bull watched with a twisted sense of pride as his boy was taken in every conceivable way, his moans of pleasure echoing through the dimly lit space. The smell of sweat, sex, and bodily fluids permeated the air, creating a thick fog that seemed to make everything more intense, more real. He was fisted, fucked, forced to do disgusting things, but at every moment Bull always saw Jake’s mischievous smile and eyes begging for more. Through it all, Jake never once said no. He reveled in the pain and pleasure, the feeling of being owned by these dominant men and disgusting pigs. He knew that by the time Bull dropped him off, he'd be nothing but a gaping, sore mess, but the thought only made him more excited. As they drove the next morning, Bull told Jake all about his seedy, raunchy, disgusting conquests. His deep voice rumbling through the cabin like thunder. Jake listened, excited, his mind racing with images of the filthy, disgusting things he knew he'd soon be doing. He was living his ultimate fantasy, and he never wanted it to end. That afternoon, Bull took Jake to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the next town they reached. This place was a hidden spot for the most hardcore and depraved truckers, addicts, extreme [banned word], and homeless communities. A place to gather and indulge in their sickest desires. Jake's heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement as he shared a slam with Bull before being dragged out of the truck wearing only his now nasty jockstrap, his legs barely able to hold him up due to the relentless pounding he had received the two nights before. The warehouse was a filled with the sound of deep grunts, begging moans, and slapping flesh. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cum, and piss mixed with the acrid aroma of meth. The walls were lined with various BDSM contraptions, and the floor was sticky with bodily fluids. In one corner, a group of men were huddled around a St. Andrew's Cross, where a leather-clad bottom was being fisted by two others while his mouth was stuffed with a used, cum-soaked dildo. In another, a man was suspended from the ceiling, his body trapped as he was fucked by a group of eager tops. Bull led Jake to a makeshift "breeding pit" in the center of the room. It was a filthy, grimy hole filled with a mix of cum and piss, and surrounded by a crowd of hungry, leering men. Jake's knees were forced into the mess, and he was pushed face-first into the pit. The crowd cheered as he emerged, his face and body now a canvas of depravity. "Look what I've brought you all!" Bull announced with a sadistic chuckle, slapping Jake's ass. "Fresh meat for the pit!" A few more men climbed in the pit, sadistic looks firing in each of their eyes. Jake was then passed around from man to man, each one taking their turn to use him in whatever way they desired. His holes were stretched to their limits as they were filled and emptied over and over again. Some men went straight for his now puffy, swollen pussy. Others forced their cocks down his throat, making him gag and drool. One man got passed his elbow as his thick, hairy arm slid in and out of Jake’s blown-out cunt. Another got his whole foot inside as the boy’s moans could barely be heard through the man’s hairy ass who was sitting on his face. The pain was intense, but the meth kept him floating above it all. His body craving more of the raw, primal attention. Bull watched with sadistic joy as Jake was used like the gutter whore he knew him to be, occasionally joining in to show off his own skills. He would punch Jake's ass with his massive hairy hands, making him yelp and arch his back, pushing his cock even deeper into whatever hole was available. The sound of flesh on flesh, the squelches of cocks plunging into wet, gaping holes, and the constant moans and grunts of pleasure filled the air. As the night progressed, Bull decided to take things to a new level. He picked Jake up, who was now a limp mess of sweat, cum, and piss, and carried him over to a group with some of his closest friends, a few nasty homeless men, and two tweakers making nice big slams. They were all equally as disgusting and depraved as Bull was and they had a special surprise for Jake. They had set up a "breeding gauntlet," a line of men eager to fill him with their seed. Jake was positioned on his back, legs spread wide and hooked to chains in the ceiling. The two nasty tweakers were up next and slammed 2 0.7s deep in both his arm. As the insane rush started filling Jake’s entire body, the first man mounted him. He spit on Jake’s face as he slid his cock into Jake's well-used ass without care. Bull took this opportunity to fuck Jake's mouth, his own cock slick with the combined juices of the men who had used him before. Bull started to piss as the next man waited impatiently behind, stroking his nasty cock as he watched the other man’s dick disappear into Jake’s now cavernous hole. One by one, the men took turns, filling Jake's ass until he was again overflowing with cum, sweat, piss, and more. Each man added his own contribution, the cum dripping down Jake's ass and mixing with the piss pooling on the floor beneath him. Jake's moans grew weaker, his body trembling with each new intrusion, but he never ceased to satisfy his master's friends. Finally, after what felt like hours, Bull pulled out of Jake's mouth and announced that he was ready for the grand finale. From the crowd gathered around Jack, the largest, most intimidating man in the group walked up. This man, known as "The Beast," was an addict and had been homeless for a few years. His body hair was thick and his ripe, pungent scent could be smelled across the warehouse. As he got closer, Jake saw that the Beast had a cock so thick, so long, so hard, that it looked like it could split Jake in two. He had a massive Prince Albert and Jacobs ladder, which Jake was terrified and exciting to feel deep in him. The Beast was notorious for his brutal fuck sessions, raunch fueled lust, and inability to leave you with any ounce of dignity or energy left. Jake couldn’t wait. Bull whispered in Jake's ear, "You're going to love this, boy. Take it all, every inch of him." The Beast didn't waste any time. He walked over to Jake and pulled him up by the neck, pushing his face into his thick ripe pits to devour. Jake went In hard and the beast grunted with every lick. Next was his cock. Covered in hair and sweat, Jake’s tongue circled the Beast’s thick foreskin, diving in and tasting the ripest, thickest cheese he ever had. Jake was devouring It when the beast lifted him up and started making out with him, tongue diving in deep as he wanting some of the cheese for himself. Pulling away, he shoved a ripe sock deep in Jake’s mouth to keep him quiet for what was about to come. He forced Jake’s head back down, leaving it stuck under his massive, disgusting foot. The Beast then slammed his cock deep into Jake with such force that the cum from the previous men squirted out around his thick, hairy shaft. Jake's screams were muffled by the Beast’s nasty sock, now soggy and stinking of his own saliva and the Beast’s piss and sweat. His thrusts were merciless, and Jake's body was pushed to its absolute limit. The Beast brutally fucked every inch of him, with Jake’s only break was to lick the Beast from head to toe, a taste so strong that Jake thought he would get high from it alone. As the Beast finished, leaving a massive load leaking out of Jake’s now permanently stretched hole, he drained his chem piss all over the boy who tried to lick up what he could with his last remaining energy. Bull pulled Jake up, his body a sticky mess of cum, sweat, and piss. He threw him into the back of the truck, where he lay there, gasping for breath and trembling uncontrollably. His jockstrap stretched and soaked with all the men’s fluids. When Bull finally dropped Jake off at the bus station on the outskirts of his hometown late Sunday night, he was barely recognizable. His skin was bruised and covered in a sheen of dry cum, his eyes were bloodshot and sunken, and his holes were torn and swollen. He had lost his voice from the screaming and the constant abuse, and his once white jockstrap was now a yellowish-brownish-gray. Before Jake stumbled out of the truck, Bull took the boy’s shoes and started pissing in them. A dark yellow and the thick smell of chems filling his once white shoes. He handed them back to Jake and grabbed his own boots telling him, “Now leave me with the boy’s scent so I can remember the weekend. With that, Jake started pissing into Bull’s nasty work boots, leaving them soaked. Bull took them back and immediately put them on. “Good. Now you’ll have to lick these feet and boots clean the next time I see you. Jake finally got out of the truck, the Beast’s sock still in his mouth, and looked up at Bull with a mix of gratitude and horror in his eyes. Bull just winked, tossed him a water bottle that was half-filled with his own piss and a handful of meth, and said, "See ya around, boy. Keep those holes of yours open for me." And with that, the door slammed shut, the engine roared to life, and the 18-wheeler disappeared into the early morning fog, leaving Jake to stumble home, already craving the next time he could serve as Bull's cumdump on the open road.

Sorry for the delay! Bailey and I had our fingers intertwined as we knelt on the sofa leaning against the back of it. We both gently rocked back and forth as Harry and Sid used us, both of us enjoying being fucked while we also got to watch everything else going on in the playroom. Neither of us was intending to be in full cumdump mode given the two new guests we had brought along, but we were definitely up for receiving thanks from our older friends for the latest party gifts we’d turned up with. Tony, meanwhile, was on his knees on the mat, his back arched to make it possible for one of the old guys to be fucking him while also ensuring Marcus had good access to suck on his cock. Marcus was on all fours, taking his second poz cock of the night from behind, moaning around Tony’s member as he did so. At the far end of the room, Tom was in his own form of heaven. Two padded leather cuffs and a short chain had his arms secured above him to one of the uprights of the St Andrew’s cross, and a spreader bar attached to two padded leather ankle cuffs kept him pretty secured at the bottom too. Supporting himself from his arms, he was partially bent over and taking quite the round-robin gangbang from Sam and four of the older men. The only load in him so far was from Omar’s traditional welcome fuck, but he was sure to be taking many more soon as the men using him were getting increasingly heated as they each took a turn inside him. He was not holding back with verbalising how much he needed them to be fucking him. Harry and Sid were in no hurry, so Bailey and I stayed in position taking their cocks as we got to see Marcus get bred before someone else took over, whilst the man fucking Tony withdrew before he blew to save it for one of the new arrivals (and was also replaced at Tony’s rear end by someone else). The round-robin of Tom finally reached a climax and we watched as he took five poz loads in quick succession. Three new men took over, including the one who had been fucking Tony. Once Harry and Sid had blown in me and my boyfriend, the four of us moved to a different sofa to have drinks and cigarettes, with Tony extricating himself from the mat to join us and Sam also wandering over. Tom and Marcus were clearly loving all this, and I was sure they were going to be in for a long night. I was looking forward to getting to breed each of them myself, but had not yet decided if I wanted to try anything particular with either of them or whether I would just go with the flow and take an opportunity when it arose, whatever position they were in. Tom ended up being the first, when the three guys who had been running his second round-robin finally reached their climaxes and added yet more poz loads to his hole. By that point the older men around the room were mostly needing to rest for a bit, bar the three who were focused on Marcus as he remained on all fours on the mat. Bailey, Sam, Tony and I therefore decided it was time for us to have some fun with Tom, so we went over and got him detached from the cross, the spreader bar removed, and then walked him over to the sling. We soon had him on his back, each ankle and wrist individually attached to the support chains, for what turned out to be his first time in such a contraption. I then took up position between his legs, my eyes locked on his as I found his hole with my fingers and pushed one in. “You’re full of cum” I said. “Fuck yeah” he breathed. “Poz cum” I said. “Oh fuck yeah” he responded, more loudly. “Your neg unprotected hole is swimming with unmedicated poz cum” I said. “Jesus” he said, panting. “You want more, don’t you?” I asked. “Yes!” he yelled. “You want your four already-pozzed housemates to fuck and breed you with our potent toxic loads, don’t you?” I growled. “Just fucking fuck me” he panted. “You want to leave here toxic” I said, “but you want Marcus still to be neg, don’t you?” Tom had closed his eyes, but they shot open again at this point. “You want to be the one to convert him, don’t you?” I continued. “You want to be pozzed by all these men, but you want to be the one who changes him.” Tom just stared at me, and then gave the subtlest of nods. “Well” I said, “we can’t guarantee that, but let’s make damn sure you get pozzed tonight at least!” With that, I removed my fingers and slammed my cock into his hole, beginning a rough and fast fuck that had him grunting loudly throughout. I, meanwhile, looked up and down his muscular, tattooed body as I fucked him senseless, loving seeing such a ‘manly man’ secured in place and taking loads like this. Normally when he bottomed he was chained face down on a bed or bent over something, and it was so good to actually be able to see his impressive torso and hunky face for once. I didn’t last very long, and neither did Sam, Bailey or Tony, but being in our prime we were able to give him a second round each straight away. I could tell he was loving every second of it, probably enjoying being in a new position just as much as we were. After putting two loads each into Tom we left him in place, aside from Bailey getting a bottle of water and helping him drink some while still chained into the sling. We joined the other guys at the sofas for more drinks and cigarettes, chuckling at the sight of Marcus sitting on Omar’s lap, gently rocking a little on the host’s cock buried inside him, with a cigarette hanging from his non-smoker’s mouth. “Having fun there Marc?” Bailey asked. “Mmm-mmm” Marcus replied, grinning and nodding. “Poz cocks and cigarettes” I said. “You’re as bad as me.” Marcus took a deep inhale, then reached up and took the cigarette out of his mouth before exhaling a cloud of smoke. He then grinned at me. “Count me in for all of it” he said, still moving his torso a little on Omar’s cock. “I’m here to be corrupted.” We all laughed at him, as he plopped the cigarette back between his lips and then began to more noticeably bounce on the cock inside him. “What about you Tom?” I called out. “You here to be corrupted?” “Fuck yeah!” he called back from the sling, where he was still chained up and alone. Sam grabbed a packet of cigarettes from the table and went over to Tom, putting one between the hunky man’s lips and lighting it. “You look so hot” Sam said to him. “Need cock” was all Tom said in response, struggling with the words a little as he talked round the cigarette between his lips. Harry and Sid dived out of their seats and went over to Tom, and soon our housemate was enjoying them alternating who was fucking him and who was rubbing his body. Some other guys also went over to watch and probably take over the fucking after Harry and Sid, and I knew Tom would now be kept occupied for quite a while. That meant that Bailey, Sam, Tony and I could turn our attention to Marcus, intending to get a turn inside him as well even if we did decide to focus energy later in the evening on Tom. We therefore went over to where he was still bouncing on Omar. “Mind if we take him for a bit?” I asked Omar. “Be my guest” he said, grinning. “It will be awesome to watch four young hunks going at it.” Bailey and Tony helped lift Marcus up off Omar’s lap, and then we positioned ourselves so that Marc was bent over straight-legged and alternating oral attention on Sam, Bailey and me while Tony fucked him. Every 60 seconds we rotated one position, doing a round-robin as Tom had been experiencing most of the evening. Omar and some of the other guys gathered round to watch, enjoying the show as Marcus eagerly took everything we threw at him. Eventually, however, Tony did not withdraw when I moved round to take his place, so I just stood next to him and watched as he accelerated to a furious pace in anticipation of breeding Marc, who in turn was groaning round Bailey’s cock. As soon as Tony did drop his load and pull out, I slammed into Marcus and rapidly took myself over the edge as well. Sam rushed over and blew within seconds of slamming into Marcus, and then we three then made our way up to his head so he could clean off our cocks while Bailey gave a more sustained final performance before also adding his toxic load to the overflowing hole. The four of us went back to the sofa to smoke and drink some more, while the older guys who had been watching us moved Marcus back to the mat and got him down on his back for some missionary breedings. Tom was groaning like a madman over on the sling as the rest of the older guys continued to fuck and breed him, with him not showing any signs of needing a break. “Do you reckon Tom does want to be the one to convert Marcus?” Bailey asked me. “Yeah” I said. “I was just saying that to get him begging me to breed him, but the way he looked at me when I said it makes me think it’s actually true.” “He’s so fucking in love” said Tony, smiling. “You reckon?” asked Sam. “Yeah” said Tony. “Little things I noticed when I was talking to them. I think Tom’s got it bad. Marcus maybe too, but not sure.” “I hope Marc has in that case” I said. “It’s gonna be brutal if he doesn’t feel the same.” With that, we fell silent as we watched and listened to the activities going on elsewhere in the room. After a few minutes Sam got up and went over to watch Tom’s gangbang more closely, and at some point while I had been looking over at Marcus things shifted a bit as when I looked back towards the sling Sam was bent over leaning on Tom as Omar fucked him from behind. I decided to go over too, and was soon bent over Tom from the other side, providing a second hole for the men to keep warm inside while they waited for their next turn at the end of the sling. When I eventually looked round I saw that Bailey and Tony were on all fours on the mat providing a similar service for the men using Marcus, which made me grin. Marcus did eventually need a break, and lay back on one of the sofas. He spent most of the rest of the evening there in various positions, drinking some more, smoking a bit, chatting to whoever joined him, and taking the occasional breeding if someone fancied a go. Tom, however, became the star attraction, seemingly having unlimited stamina and an insatiable appetite for cock. He was moved from the sling to be properly attached to the St Andrew’s Cross for a bit, and later was chained up over a barrel. After that we helped Omar erect a bar on chains attached to the ceiling, to which Tom’s wrists were secured above him in a squatting position, and pairs of men then positioned themselves below him so he could bounce himself on two cocks at once. He grimaced through the first double-fuck, but thereafter he took the extra stretching with enthusiasm and gusto. No-one had any idea of how many loads the guy had taken by the time dawn broke, but his hole was gaping and gushing cum. By the following weekend, Tom was a feverish mess while Marcus remained fine, and a week later a trip to the clinic confirmed that Omar’s party had only claimed one new member of the brotherhood. Marcus, however, now had to contend with the hyper-horniness that Tom was experiencing, and we knew it would only be a matter of time. Three weeks later, Tom got his wish as Marcus descended into sickness, and while we provided some help, Marcus was cared for attentively by his boyfriend. Tony and I went with them to the clinic to get the result confirmed, and were both left stunned when Tom unashamedly told Marcus that he loved him right in front of us on the street outside. Thankfully Marcus threw his arms round his muscular boyfriend and reciprocated, quelling a nagging worry I had about them. Where Bailey and I had been talking about getting a tattoo to signify our status, Tom and Marcus dived right in. A small scorpion was soon adorning Marcus’s torso directly across from the winged horse, but Tom was going in big given he was already well into inking his body, and his design took several sittings to finish. The end result left no doubt, comprising a large biohazard on his torso with small scorpion stings added to the end of each of the curved lines round the outside. What’s more, he showed no qualms about walking around topless once it was finished, meaning a denouement with the rest of the housemates was inevitable. Leroy was transfixed by it whenever Tom was showing it off, but I also saw Hugh staring at it several times. I knew then that maybe, just maybe, we might soon have some more joining our club, but only time would tell… To be continued

16" Double ender. Can take both sides about half way.

The guy in me pulled out, and another replaced him almost immediately. He fucked me hard while I continued to watch the rest of the orgy unfolding, particularly enjoying seeing Harry and Sid have men rotating around between their exposed holes. But, as per Omar’s instructions, everyone seemed to be holding back from cumming so that they could save their loads for me. Eventually Harry and Sid got out of the slings both declaring they were getting too close to be able to stay there, and they came over to sit by me as I was fucked. Harry lit up a couple of cigarettes and put one in my mouth, which I gripped between my lips and smoked while the man behind me really showed off his stamina. Harry occasionally held an ashtray below my cigarette to catch some of the ash, and when it was nearly done he popped it from my lips and stubbed it out. Mere moments later, and with little warning, the guy inside me slammed in and held in place as he bred me, and then he pulled out and came round to my front for me to clean him up. “My turn” said Sid, standing up and moving round to my rear. He slid in, and then got on with fucking me again while Harry risked his trigger point by joining the other guy in front of me. I alternated between both cocks as best I could in my semi-immobilised state, helped by both of them stabilising me with their hands, but eventually Harry had to pull away and I suspected it wouldn’t take long once he was back in my hole again. The other guy also pulled his softened cock away, and I was left staring down at the floor as Sid rammed me with increasing tempo. That lasted for a few minutes until another cock appeared in front of me, and I lifted my head to take it into my mouth as its owner put his hand on my shoulder. “I’m next in your hole” he said, and I gave a little moan around his cock in response. “You’re so fucking hot” he continued. I pulled back from his cock and looked up at his withered face. “Thank you sir” I said, as my body was rocked back and forth by the force of Sid’s fucking. “You know” he continued, “there’s not a guy I’ve fucked in the last ten years who hasn’t converted within a few days.” “Oh fuck yeah” I panted. “Before the end of the month you’re going to become a pozzed-up toxic jock slut” he said. “Please sir” I moaned, with absolute sincerity. Our talk sent Sid over the edge, and he pumped the umpteenth load of his into me. They soon changed ends, and I took Sid’s cummy cock into my mouth to clean up while the other guy rammed into me. He continued to pant about how toxic I was going to be as he fucked, and I just moaned in appreciation around Sid’s cock. The desire I had felt before tonight for it to take a while was gone, as I now wanted to walk away from here knowing I was infected. I felt like these men deserved as such, though based on their stories of prior stories it seemed unlikely I would dodge the bullet this time. After Sid was done with me, I felt the strap behind my back being pulled, and I allowed myself to be pulled up until I was kneeling before I shuffled back to slide off the sofa and stand up. Harry was there now, and he and Sid walked me over to one of the barrels. However, before I got there Sid undid my wrists and I gratefully shook my arms to loosen them up. Harry gave me a cigarette that I lit up, and Sid handed me a bottle of water from which I took a few swigs before Omar arrived with a rum and coke. I enjoyed drinking that fairly quickly, and had a second cigarette while the opportunity presented itself. Then Harry cleared the stuff off the cushion-topped barrel and Sid gently encouraged me to bend over it. The collar was still round my neck with the strap and cuffs hanging off it, but as no-one had tried to get my wrists back into it, I instead just used my hands to grip the top of the barrel and waited for my next customer. I didn’t see who it was, but he rested for no man as he rammed into me and then pounded me senseless while I held on for dear life. Once he had blown in me and pulled out, it was finally Harry’s turn again. He slid in, but then held in place as he gently rubbed my back. “You having fun Aaron?” he asked. “This is where I’m meant to be” I replied, looking back at him. “Thank you.” He gave me a warm smile, before commencing the gentlest fuck I’d had all night. “I just want you to know” he said, “even once you convert, you’ll always be welcome here and at ours. Sid and I like you very much, and you are an absolute joy to be with.” I turned back around to look at him as he went still again while fully embedded in me. “I would love that” I said. At that, Sid approached and encouraged me to stand up and slightly awkwardly shuffle backwards with Harry, and then he shimmied up until he was sitting on the cushioned barrel. He then leant down and our lips met, and we had a deep kiss as Harry slowly resumed his fucking. Then Sid pulled away, smiled at me, and I bent down and took his cock into my mouth. For the next few minutes it was just us three again, and I felt strangely warm and calm between them. I knew I was going to be thoroughly used for many hours to come by everyone else in the room, but it was actually really nice to just be with the two of them for a little bit. Harry was fucking me very tenderly, and Sid was gently stroking the back of my head as I delicately sucked and licked his cock. He was hardening again by the time Harry accelerated and then held in place as he filled me with toxic cum. Two more guys fucked me over the barrel, this time with no-one else being involved either time so I was able to more easily watch the orgy taking place than I had been over the back of the sofa. There was a real camaraderie amongst them all that reminded me of the guys at the house, and I wondered if we might all still be fucking each other so late in life. Well, I concluded, if I had my way and got some or all of them into this scene, we definitely would be! But for now I was the only jock here, and once the second guy was done with me, another two came over and removed the collar from my neck. They then led me over to a different cabinet, and after discarding the previous bit of gear on one of the shelves, they proceeded to fish some other items out for me to put on. I was soon wearing an extremely wide padded leather collar, matching wrist cuffs, a thick leather harness, a leather jockstrap, and boots that went up to my knees. They led me to a full-length mirror so I could see for myself how I looked, and I was quite taken aback with my appearance. I was definitely going to need to invest in some gear of my own like this once I had the money! Then they walked me over to a floor mat, got me down on all fours, and in no time I was being spit-roasted again. It was actually a bit of a strain sucking the cock at that angle with the collar on, but I kind of liked being restricted in that way. The two of them did a bit of a round robin on me, until eventually one of them went over the edge and bred me. I cleaned off his cock while the other slid in and lasted maybe a minute before also exploding, and then both of them slumped on the mat and I alternated my oral efforts on both of their softening cocks. Surprisingly, no-one took over at my hole, so once they were both fully soft I stood up and looked around. All the fucking seemed to have ceased, with everyone taking a breather. I wasn’t sure if everyone had bred me a second time as I’d sort of lost count, but with no fresh takers I found a packet of cigarettes and lit one up, and then gratefully took a bottle of water from Omar who had come over to me. “You OK?” he quietly said to me. “Yeah, fantastic” I said, grinning. “I’m glad you’re having fun” he said. “But we haven’t got the stamina of young bucks like you, so there might be a bit of a pause for a while.” “Of course” I said, taking a deep draw of the cigarette. “Unless…” said Omar. “Unless?” I asked. He looked at me quizzically for a moment, before putting his hand on my back. “Come with me” he said. We walked over to the door, out into the garden, and back across to the house. I heard the door to the playroom opening again behind us and looked round to see Harry and Sid following us. When we got to the house I held the patio door open for them, and then followed Omar to the bottom of the stairs where he then stopped and turned to look at me. “Listen, we never normally do this, but…” he said, before pausing and suddenly looking a little sad. “It’s OK Ome” said Harry, squeezing past me to put his arm over his friend’s shoulder. “Tell him” said Sid. I decided just to say silent, aware something bigger was going on. “It’s my partner” said Omar, looking up at me. “He doesn’t have long left, but we wanted him here for the end.” “Oh” I said, a little dumbfounded. “I wondered if you might…” Omar said. “Anything” I said, putting my hand on the side of his head. “We were, or are, very happy together” Omar said, “but the love of his life was a boy not unlike you. He lost him in 85.” I knew what this meant, and I guessed what Omar was asking me to do. “Jeff’s not really there much anymore” he said. “But if you could…” “Of course” I whispered. “What was his name?” So it was that ‘Robert’ paid a last visit to Jeff. With Omar looking on and quietly sobbing while Harry and Sid held him, I went to work making sure Jeff was reunited with the lover who had been stolen from him in those uncaring times. There was no sex, just kissing and holding, and I got lost in it all. When it was clear that Jeff was unconscious again, I slowly got off the bed and followed the others back onto the landing. Omar threw his arms around me and held onto me. When he let go, he whispered a thank you to me, and then quietly opened the bedroom door and went back inside. Harry put his hand on my back and gently encouraged me to go back downstairs with them, but once we were in the living room I paused and then went and sat down. Harry sat down next to me and put his hand on my knee, while Sid got us all glasses of whisky from the cabinet. “You’re a very special young man” said Sid, as he handed me a glass. “I don’t know about that” I replied. “You are” said Harry. “Omar was not being truthful before.” “He wasn’t?” I asked. “No” said Harry. “He said he doesn’t normally do that, but the truth is this is the first time he’s ever taken one of our visitors up to Jeff.” “He saw something in you” said Sid. “I could see it myself earlier when he was watching you, which is how I knew what was happening when he started bringing you over here.” “Oh” I said, a little shocked. “Jeff has been… Well, he’s been calling out for Robert for a while now” said Harry. “Oh” I said again. “Maybe you will have given him some peace with what you just did” said Sid, sitting down next to me and putting his arm round him. “So as I said, you’re a very special young man.” We sat in silence for a while drinking our whiskies, before I decided to ask them about their own relationship. They proceeded to tell me about meeting in the 80s, falling in love, but still having a lot of fun with others. They had concluded that it was probably Harry who had been pozzed and then passed it on to Sid, but they weren’t sure. Either way, they did not have any regrets, and with the advent of meds they had managed to not only keep themselves healthy for a while, but then also feel no guilt when they decided to end their regimen and get into gifting. Other men wanted it, and they were more than happy to give. They always did this together, and never played with anyone else solo. They were happy, still very much in love, and surrounded by friends who they thought of as family. “I want that someday” I said. “I’m sure you’ll find it, but you can have plenty of fun in the meantime without the worries we had in the 80s” Sid said. “I hope so” I replied, suddenly seeing Bailey in my mind. Where had he come from? Why him? Yet… Bailey. I shook my head and stood up, and the others followed me as I headed back outside and over to the playroom. When I got back into the warmth of that building, the other men were sitting around on the sofas smoking and drinking, and all of them stopped talking and stared at me when I entered. I briefly paused, before marching over to the one who had the hardest cock. I stood in front of him for a moment, and then carefully climbed onto the sofa so I was straddling him. I reached behind me and grabbed his dick, manoeuvred it until I felt it catch my hole, and then sat down on it in one steady movement. As soon as it was fully in me I shuffled my knees a little to get a better angle, and then began to rock myself up and down on the shaft. I closed my eyes but saw Bailey again, so opened them and stared at the ceiling. But soon he was there too, and I capitulated. I closed my eyes, and despite the fact that I was fucking myself on a toxic cock, I allowed my thoughts to wander…

it wasn't a 'hate fuck' but i had a FB who had about 3" (really), and was >300 pounds. It was always anonymous where i'd by lying face down. He was very self conscious and didn't want me to see Him because He was embarrassed by His weight and Cock. But, He was all Top... and that is what attracts me most to a Man. i always get turned on by a Man Who wants to fuck me. A couple of times He had so much anxiety that He couldn't get erect. i could sense His anxiety and always downplayed it, not because i'm altruistic, but because i genuinely liked this guy and loved the Top in Him as well, and so much of what that entails, i just really wanted Him to succeed at being Who and how He is, that feels good to me when a Man is happy and fulfilled. When He did come to realize that i genuinely cared and liked Him, the ED issue went away. He always impressed me with how He got in. He'd climb onto my bed as i was waiting prone, straddle my closed legs and penetrate me Him in a sitting position. i loved having Him in me, despite His 3 inch Cock, His desire made up for it for me... and He always left a huge load in me.