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Part 11 While I walk into the locker room , where the other teams are waiting for their turn, I can feel cum dripping out of my hole. It leaves a small trail on my butt and on the floor. It's like the Hansel and Gretel fairy tale. You can see the path I walked, leaving cum spots all over. And it's not just me; Kayode has the same. When we enter the locker room , we don't say anything to the other teams that are still waiting to play , but we can see their eyes on us. Well, actually on our asses that are dripping. No questions are needed about what we took, I guess. The host walks us to some showers in the back of the locker room with instructions to clean ourselves. We both walk up to the showers and turn them on. Cold water runs over my head, down my neck and chest, to my filled-up hole, washing some cum drops away. It's a hall of showers, so there's no privacy here. I can see Kayode doing the same. He's washing his ass and is keeping the shower hand bar to his ass. He sees that I watch him. Damm, he is hot, I think to myself. Kayode really has a nice ass and body. The first team is almost done showering, but I hear someone walking up behind me. A hand is gripping my ass, and a finger touches my hole. There is a dripper... that hole took some. It is one of the guys from the first team, the 30-year-old guy. He pushes his finger deep up my hole and makes me shiver again. "Feels wet, just like your friend over there," he nods to Kayode . "Your speed has a price," he laughs. " Let him be," Kayode tells him. "There is enough cock and asses in this roulette game for everyone ." The player gets his finger out of my hole and watches while his finger is full of cum when he pulls it out of me. "Just wanted a taste," he smiles. With that, he licks his own finger clean, covered in my cum that was up my hole. I watch him in disbelief. Was that all up my hole? And even more still in me? I never knew I could take so much. And he just licked it up? Together with my ass juices? "Tastes good, might be a toxic mix," he laughs at me. The player walks away from me, and Kayode calls me to him. "Don't worry," he tells me, "those guys are dicks. Get your ass here; let's clean that hole up." I walk to Kayode and stand close to him. Watching his body is making me hard. My hand slowly touches his cock. I'm not thinking in any way of what that other guy just told me. I'm only thinking of that hot body of Kayode next to me. Glad you like me, he laughs. I grab his cock tight and let my hands softly play with it. His balls run through my fingers. He is built big. Is every black cock that big, I wonder? My hand is touching his body. Over his six-pack to his chest, I let my fingers rest on his nipples, slowly playing with them. Softly, I kiss Kayode. Damn, that boy can kiss. I turn myself to him with my still filled hole and press my ass against his crotch. Kayode starts to laugh. "Your ass is turning into a slutty breeding hole... that's nice, mate, but I'm a bottom, bro. So let's save the fun for the next part of the game and let me just clean that ass of yours." Fuck, I think to myself, but he is right. There is still one game to go. I can feel a cold shower against my hole. "Bend over, let's wash it ," Kayode tells me. My head is waking up again, and I bend a bit over. Kayode seems to know what he's doing while washing me. When he's done with me, I need to help him too, and I try to copy the way he did it for me. I wash his beautiful tight ass and remove all the cum that I can see. His hole looks really fresh again, ready for the next round. In 20 minutes, we are done, and we leave the shower to join the guys in the locker room again, just around the corner. We wait till all teams are back. The host gives us the scores again. We were not the fastest, but we did earn some points. Kayode is in second place on the scoreboard . I'm somewhere in the middle. Just one game left. The host calls us all together and starts to talk again. The next game is called blackjack . The rules are simple: get as close to 21 as you can. Bust it when you think you're close enough or no longer can take it (the host starts to grin ). You get points, the same as the number you have. It counts with the points you had earlier . If you exceed 21 points in this game, you get nothing. So think before you proceed with anything. In each large room, there are four spinning tables set up. You will lie on that spinning table. You are the dice yourself, if you know what I mean. You will be strapped to the spinning table on your back with your legs apart. Around you, there will be 12 tops. Each top has a number on it. You can give yourself a spin. You can push yourself off on the handles placed that are placed all around the table. The harder you push, the harder and longer you spin. The wheel you are chained to will turn... When it stops, the guy standing right beneath you, between your legs, is the number you spun. That guy has 10 minutes with you. There will be four tables in the room; we can't fit more in it. So, not all of you can play at the same time. Some have to wait a while. You can watch the scoreboard; your points will be added to the points you already have. The one with the highest score stays. If you drop down to second or even lower , we will escort you out. We thank you for participating in the game, and we wish you a good continuation of your holiday. Watch the screen; you are picked from the lowest to the highest scores. Damn. So... now I need to give up all control to a top. I have no say in whatever happens. Only my spin will determine which guy I'm playing with. I'm getting nervous. I'm not in the first round; there are players with fewer points. There is no screen, so we can't watch. We only hear moaning coming from the big room. It makes me even more nervous, but also excited. What and how will this game be, and what will it look like? I take a piss and have another drink while I wait. It takes some time, and some guys are being asked to follow the host into the room. I watch the scoreboard, and I can see points being added, but also guys getting no points at all, and guys dropping in the ranking. They are being escorted out, and a red cross becomes visible behind their names . Then I am up. I hug Kayode and wish him luck. It's not his turn yet because he is one of the guys with the most points. I walk into the room. One table is empty, and I'm being escorted to it. I can see other spinning wheels where guys are chained. Some look really wasted. Are they sick or just roughened up by a top? I can smell the odor of cum, piss, gag, sex, and sweat in the room. One guy has a red ass like a tomato. You can see handprints on him, and his hole is puffy and open. One guy is covered in fluids. If I have to guess, it's piss mixed with cum. I'm getting led to the wheel, and a helper is just cleaning it. "Sorry," he says, "it was a mess. Just cleaning it a bit for you." I can see the tops standing and smiling next to the wheel. They all have chains with numbers. Again, they are all wearing red shirts whit numbers, so I can't see any part of their chests. From some guys, I see parts of tattoos coming out of their sleeves. There are younger and older guys, but they all look rough. They all have shorts on, with, again, a zipper. I don't have to ask why that zipper is there; I already know that part from the first game. "Go ahead," the help says to me. "Take a place in the middle of the wheel." I climb on the wheel and sit in the middle. All tops are going around the wheel and me. I watch them closely, face by face, scanning their bodies and shorts. Some have a big, hard bulge in their shorts. photo of Jake on the spinning wheel. "Watch closely ," the helper says to me. All the tops have a number on their shirts. Those are the points. Get as close to 21 as you can. If a top is too rough for you and you stop, the game stops too, and you can't spin again. Just so you know. "Go and lie down now," the helper tells me. I do as I'm told and lie down on the spinning wheel . The helper ties my hands down on the wheel . "Spread those legs," he says. I do as I'm told, and they are getting bound too. "Okay, now start the game," while the helper walks away. Fast, I watch the other wheels, and I can see guys getting slapped and fucked. I guess that's what will happen to me soon too. I grab the handles and then push it hard. The wheel spins with me on it. It spins hard and for a long time. I get dizzy, and I'm not sure when and where it will stop. Now I know why some of the other bottoms look a bit sick. Slowly, the wheel slows down. I watch the tops' faces while I spin past them. They are laughing . Some spit on my face while I pass them. On my cheeks , on my body, on my mouth. The wheel stops. I'm dizzy as hell, so I'm not sure where or which guy it stopped at. I can hear some guys breathe in disappointment , but one guy clearly says, "He is mine for 10 minutes ." I can hear a click; my legs are being freed, but my hands stay locked on the wheel . The other guys take a step back, and I look up. My view over my body, past my cock, and there I see him. I spun number 12... jackpot... a big muscular guy, looks a bit Arabic in origin , bald with a short shaved head, a big beard, tattoos coming out of his shirt, a big bulge, and strong legs. He looks dark and mean out of his eyes. I swallow in nerves. photo of the guy whit number 12 I feel his strong hand gripping my feet, slowly moving across my legs to my upper thighs . His hands feel warm and rough on me. They are tight around me, though it feels really good. Slowly, his hands go up my upper thighs till I feel his fingers touch my cock and balls. My cock is starting to react and getting a bit excited . He grabs my balls with his strong, big hands and closes his hand around them. It feels so hot and warm. I really like the feeling. But then... he starts to tighten up his hands, my balls trapped in them. He tightens up fast and hard... he's ... he's crushing my balls. It hurts; it hurts like hell. I hear a scream in the room; my mind wonders from whom . Then I recognize it. It's my own voice... I am screaming. Screaming in pain because he is crushing my balls. The top slowly bends over me... "You don't need those nuts, as a fuck hole," he grins at me. "I am number 12 for a reason. I am the hardest over here. " And he crushes his hands again... "Fuckkkkkk. Aaaaahhhhhhhh , it hurts," and I scream again. He just laughs and then lets my balls loose . My balls feel crushed , red, painful, while the top walks around the table to my face. His crotch hanging against my nose. I can smell it, and his bulge looks huge. He opens up his zipper and gets his cock out. It has to be somewhere around 7.8 inches and is cut. He is semi-hard already. Open up that mouth, boy. I have 10 minutes and no time to waste. I open my mouth, and he just sticks his cock in, pushing it into my throat. I start to gag, but he does not pull back. I start to gag and cough up slime. It's all around his cock, leaking from the sides and dripping on my face. But he does not pull back and slaps my face with his hand instead. Don't be a pussy, boy; just swallow. I do as I'm told and try to get calm, sucking his cock into my throat. His cock is now wet and slimy from me gagging on it. and then I taste something . I feel a warm, wet sensation in my throat , a feeling of drowning and the urge to swallow. My body reacts, and I start to swallow. A warm fluid, tasting spicy... My eyes widen ... he is pissing into my throat, and I can do nothing but swallow... The top laughs at me; I just need to get rid of this and don't like it to be wasted. I like my boys dirty, and he keeps pissing in me. Beam after beam, I feel piss flowing down my throat and swallow it. I'll try to stay calm in my mind, but it's hard to do so. What the fuck is happening to me... I never thought of this... The top then pulls his cock out, still pissing. Out of my throat and into my mouth. I can now taste his piss really well, and still, I am swallowing it. The top starts to laugh, seeing this boy likes it. He even swallows it now when he can just purge it out. He then gets all of his cock out and starts to piss on my face and body. It's a sort of warm waterfall, hitting my naked thighs and down my body. I feel my hair wet and dripping, my body, my own ass and cock. He just pisses on me, all over. And I... can't do anything... but let it happen and try to enjoy... I can hear the other tops clap their hands, encouraging the top while they watch me. After some seconds, the top stops pissing. "I'm done pissing, slut," he shouts to me. He pushes his cock down my throat again. I can taste his filthy piss, but I clean his cock as much as I can. He gives a small slap against my face as approval and takes his cock back out again. Slowly, he walks to the other side of the table again, while I am still wet and dripping from his piss. He climbs on the spinning table, and I feel my legs getting spread. He pushes them over his shoulders, so my ass gets lifted. I watch his face and eyes carefully, while my hands are still tied down. My hole tightens up; I can't do anything while I lie here chained. I have to take whatever is coming, and I need to take these points. Meanwhile, my cock got hard from this threat, but my balls are still hurting. They might be blue as hell, comes across my mind. Then he gets his face down to my ass. I can feel his beard scratching across my hole and ass. His breath at my hole is warm; against my hole, I can feel my hole twitch a bit. A wet, warm, tickling feeling surprises me. He's licking my sphincter, his warm tongue pushing a bit in me. His tongue feels soft and tender, though the top is not tender at all. his beard scratching against my ass and thighs. pushing his tongue with force against me and trying to get a bit in. then the tip of his tongue does. I can feel it. his tongue going deeper and a warm, hot feeling comes over me. meanwhile I feel a finger coming in too, pushing against my prostate. I'm starting to moan; this feels so good. then he stops rimming me but keeps his finger in me, pushing against my prostate as he watches me face to face, deep in my eyes. a true bottom slut, he tells me softly. a tight, wet hole I enjoy, and moaning while I finger your hole, just begging for more, he tells me. then he pushes a second finger in, trying to open me up. I can only start to moan harder. here I am, moaning in bliss , with a top between my legs, fingering my hole. he is right, I want more; I want it all. He then gets his fingers out and pushes my legs up even more. He starts to sit up, my legs over his shoulders, and I can feel his cock against my ass. "See the clock above you," he tells me. "Five minutes left, and I'm going to use this time to take that ass of yours. You can watch the clock until it's time because I will take this time to fuck." He then sets his big cock against my hole. It still feels wet from the gagging before. But fuck, his cock swells up and he is huge. He grabs my shoulders, presses me down, and holds me. I can see his muscles tighten . And then... I feel a push... not a normal push, but hard, really hard. A feeling of pain shoots through my body, and my sphincter breaks. His cock just shoots up my hole like a racing car. There is no stopping, no grip on his cock; he just pushes real hard and my hole breaks for his cock. My anal walls are getting pushed to the sides when his cock shoots up. Pain , terrible pain in me, and a feeling of being filled up. Hard, I yell, " Fuuucccckkkkkkk!" There is no escape from him; he holds me and his ass is his. His cock rams up into me, and with a big slap, his groin slaps against my ass. He's in me, all the way. I try to get some air; I feel filled up, painful, scared, and so much more. But his cock does feel good in me. My hole is gripping his cock all over, from the base to the top, deep inside me. I can feel it deep inside, and I am honored . Painfully and hard, he starts to push and back down, fucking me like a wild animal. He's pumping my hole extremely fast. My mind and body do not even have the chance to register if his cock is in or out of my hole. His cock just slams in me, rubbing my prostate. The way he fucks me is the way I need. My hole burns, my sphincter tight around his cock. I can feel my sphincter getting ripped up. My legs on his shoulders and he watching me deep in my eyes. I can only moan and groan. The help walks up to me and holds a little bottle under my nose. "Sniff this, otherwise your hole will be ripped to pieces and your holiday might be over then. " All I can think is I'll do anything for some pain relief , so I take a big sniff. My head starts to spin a bit; I feel my mind and muscles relax. The pain in my hole fades away. I can feel pleasure, purely pleasure while the top ravages my hole. I feel him thrusting hard and deep, and I start to moan loudly from pleasure. The top grins . "There is the slut, like a real good slut loving my cock and loving his ass used." He only starts to pound me even harder. The time seems to slow down. I can feel his balls slapping hard against my ass while the top lowers himself on me. His beard scratching my body, over my chest and nipples , to my face and mouth. He starts to kiss me, his tongue deep in my mouth. I can feel his wet shirt from sweat wiping over my body, mixing with the remains of piss that I still have on me. I feel a huge sensation up my hole, like I never felt before. I am enjoying myself; I love his cock. The second he stops kissing, he spits in my open mouth, and I just let him. The I hear a bell ring. My mind is still racing, and I am watching my top deep in his eyes. "Fuck," he says to me. "Time is up," I hear a helper say. "Time for another spin... The"" data-pos="195" data-len="10" > " The top gets off me, my legs still open for him. He grips my legs and locks them down on the wheel again. I remain still for a few minutes. "Did ... did... did you cum?" I softly ask. "Nah ," the top says. "Too bad the time was up. I wanted to fill you up though . "What… What did you give me?" as i look to the helper. "Those were some strong poppers, boy. Just to help you relax. "Try to get your head back for a minute, and then we start again." I glance at the other tables, and I can see there are two new guys on the spinning tables. I guess I missed it when they walked out and were done with the game. Damn , I now have 12 points. Let's see how close I can get to 21. I grab the handles strongly and give them a strong push. I let myself spin again, round and round. The faces and crotches of the tops are spinning beside my head. Slowly, the wheel starts to slow down again and stops. I hold my head up and watch what number I spin. Number 4. That's a total of 16 points I spin. Number 4 laughs, and I watch him closely . It's a younger guy, I think 25 or something . He is thin, very slim; I can see clearly his shirt is too wide and his hips have bones sticking out. He looks like he is an addict or sick and wasted. I'm not sure why he looks like this. I can see his life is rough and hard, even when he is still this young. He has a nice smile . And damn, he has a big bulge in his underwear. It really sticks out compared with his slim body. photo of the guy whit number 4 The guy is starting to unlock my legs. His thin fingers touch my feet and legs. He is not wasting any time, and before I know it, I feel his hand discovering my ass. His finger pushes against my just-fucked hole. He's making circles with his finger on my hole, and it feels really hot. Then, within a second, his finger starts to push in. I can feel his thin finger up my hole, massaging my prostate . It feels hot. With his other hand, I can see him opening his underwear. A huge cock plops out of it. It is thick, veiny, and big. The top smiles when he sees me looking at his cock, while his finger is still in me. "All boys like my cock," he smirks. "So many holes have taken it, and yours is next." He then gets his finger out of me and pushes my legs apart. His cock against my sphincter. I can feel him already dripping some pre-cum or whatever else it is against my hole. The helper comes to me and is holding a bottle again. "You're a lucky guy," he tells me. "Again, you are going to enjoy a real big cock. So sniff it up and let your body relax." I take a big, deep sniff. Tears run in my eyes, and my mind fades away. At the same time, I feel some sort of pressure and a feeling of getting stuffed. It's the top. This number four is pushing his cock up my hole really slow. My sphincter just breaks and gives my inner self to the top. My hole is on his cock, his to use for the next ten minutes. Softly I moan while his cock goes deeper and deeper. Just in one flow and thrust, he pounds himself deep into my hole. I can hear myself giving a yell . Fuck , I huff. He is huge. I can feel his bony hips pressing against my thighs while his cock is deep in me. He lets me relax a bit and then starts to thrust. Fuckkk , dammmm. He goes deep and hard, I can feel his hips thrusting against me. Some hard slams; I bet he will leave some bruises. But my mind is still Flying, and my whole body is relaxed from the poppers. So I let him fuck me, with no hesitation and just a bit of faded-away pain. I feel his bony hips thrusting hard against my ass. His thick, hard cock deep in me. Damn, I love this feeling. "Fuck me," I moan to him, "fuck me hard. " The top hears it and starts to fuck me harder and rougher. The feeling is slowly coming back, but my body is all relaxed. I can feel my hole burning from taking his big cock. My hole is gripping tightly around his big cock. His balls are slamming against it every time he pushes deep inside me. His hands are placed on my chest, and I can feel his thin fingers touching me, playing with my nipples while he leans a bit over me. I follow his arms with my eyes. I can see pale skin, bones sticking out beneath his skin. Thick veins and small muscles appear with his intense pounding. The guy is giving me all he can. I can see blue spots on his arms. I'm not sure if those are from needles, from sickness, or from something else rough . My eyes follow his arms up to his bony shoulders and chest. He has no chest hair, and his chest is really flat and skinny, though his nipples are big and hot-nipples that should be sucked and played with. He is sweaty and keeps pounding as if it is the last thing he will ever do. Then I watch closely as he faces me . I can clearly see he was damn hot at one time; he still has that look. But time and life have taken a toll on it. His eyes are fixed ahead , not on me. He is just intensely fucking me, doing his job as a top and not caring about me at all. What happened to this guy? Somewhere in his 20s or 25, looking that rough and thin. Slowly the feeling in my body is coming back, and I can feel him fuck me more intensely . I can clearly hear his balls slapping hard against my ass and his hip bones smashing into me. It hurts every time he pounds me, his cock thrusting deep inside me, pushing my limits . My hole can't get any grip on his cock; it feels slippery. Is it all pre-cum? I feel some pain deep inside my hole, but I guess the worst is already done. I clearly hear the guys around the wheel supporting the boy. "Fuck him, fuck him, breed him, cum in that man's pussy”. The guy responds, "I will, I will fill him up..." and he starts to pound even harder. Pain shoots through my body, and the help wants to give me another sniff. Just before I take a sniff , my mind races and thinks , "If I am indeed the last fuck of this boy, let him enjoy and let him fill me up." So, with that, I scream to him , "Fuck me, give me your cum, load me up..." I can see the boy laughing at me and nodding . Then I take another sniff. My body immediately reacts to it , and my sphincter just relaxes . I feel the guy pound me way more easily, and with this, he can push even a bit deeper. His cock is rubbing my prostate, so my body responds, and I am really hard while he is fucking me. My balls are hard, but every time he pounds back into my hole, I can feel them bounce. I start to moan loudly , just like the top. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I'm yours to use... I love this, I love this ... fuckkk..... I feel a sort of electric impulse through my whole body, and I start to spasm. I feel wet drops hitting my body, face, and mouth. My mind is going crazy, and I don't really understand what these drops are yet. My body is spasming so badly, and the pleasure is unbelievable . Just a few seconds later, I hear the guy moan hard... here I come, here I come. He pushed deep inside me, and in my hole, I can feel his cock swell up. He is swelling so damn big; it feels like he is bursting out of my hole any second. Then I feel him spasm, and I feel a hard tickling sensation deep inside me. He is cumming in my hole, deep inside me. Load after load, he is shooting deep into me. He does not pull out or anything; he is just keeping his cock deep so he shoots all of it. My mind is slowly coming back. We came at the same time... He shot his load deep in me, so I keep it forever. His DNA deep in my hole, with whatever he has. And it was my own cum, shooting on my body, face, and mouth. Big cum shots dripping around my mouth. The guy is tired and crashes on my body. His face near mine and his mouth on mine. He starts to lick my lips and chin. He is licking my cum off me, getting it in his mouth. He is making a show of it, showing me and the guys next to the wheel that he has my cum in his mouth. And then he swallows it... He smiles, still with a nice fresh load, he softly whispers to me and kisses me. He gets back on his knees and stands up. His big cock pulling out of my hole. He is still a bit hard, and I can see cum drops falling from his cock that he just pulled out with him . It looks... yellow... what the... I think? The guy smiles again. "Now you might get this too," he points to his yellow cum. I'm too tired to panic, and my body is still in a trance from shooting my own load and getting one at the same time. I just look at the cycling till the time on the clock is done. Ten minutes are over. I need to keep going, I think to myself... I catch my breath and grab the handles again. I spin again. It's not as hard as the first two times, but enough to make at least three rounds. The wheel stops again, and I watch. I have 16 points, and now??? Fuck . I spun number 12 again, and he is just laughing . "Hi there again," he laughs at me, "back for a second ride to finish it?" I can only nod, thinking that I just lost... 16 plus 12 is 28... I'm way over 21. The guy is getting between my legs again. He is already hard from the show that number 4 gave. He pushes his finger deep and rough up my hole and massages my prostate. My cock responds again and is getting hard. "Perfect , now you're willing again," he laughs. "That hole is so slippery and wet. Mmmm . I'll take my part of it, and I will massage number 4's cum even deeper in you. I might even get some of what he has," he laughs to number 4. Then he pushes his cock against me. The help is coming with poppers again. But the top is waving him away . "This boy doesn't need it. Have you seen his cummy hole? He can take it without now." With that, he pushes hard up in me. My hole can't resist anything, so he just pushes deep in me. I feel him slide deep in me. He is right, I can take it. I feel some pain, but I love it. I love the feeling of cock deep in me. He looks deep in my eyes and then I whisper to him , "Fuck me, fuck me hard. My hole is hungry for your load..." The guy (number 12) starts to pound me. Three times softly, and then he just rams it into my hole. It's like a beast destroying me . He keeps ramming it deep inside me. My body just shakes when he pounds me. My back hurts against the wheel, but I don't give in. I let him have me. the guy is moaning load, wile his body pounds me and is sweating like hell. i bend a bit forward so i can kiss him, wile he is using me. his beard tickles on my chin. our thongs find each other and we keep kissing wile he is pounding me hard. i have put my legs on his shoulders so he can fuck me even deeper. and he dous... While we kiss, I softly moan in pleasure. His cock is rubbing against my prostate, so this fuck feels like both pain and pleasure. I can feel some cum from number 4 leaking out of me, lubing his cock and balls. I hear wet smacking from his balls against my hole. This has to be the cum of number 4, dripping onto his balls. These sounds echo around the room. I feel so slutty and hot at the same time. While he kisses me, he sometimes breaks the kiss and just spits in my mouth. Thankfully, I swallow it. I can see in his eyes he likes to watch me swallow it. He lets out a big growl and looks deep into my eyes. "Shall I pump my load up there with the load of number 4?" he asks me. "So your hole will be flooded and know its real meaning." I nod. "Please sir, please ." I need that. He keeps fucking me rough for half a minute and then just rams his cock deep into my hole. Further than he was before, and I feel a sting of pain mixed with the feeling of getting filled up. He starts to shiver, and I feel his cock getting hard and thick deep inside me. "Cum in me," I yell to him. I just spoke those words out loud, and I can feel it-cum spraying deep in my hole. Wet , warm, sticky shots deep inside me, shot after shot, while the guy moans loudly . The guys around the wheel start to applaud . He stays in me for a while, panting and sweating . Sweat is dripping from his beard onto my face and mouth. Some drops I catch with my tongue . His shirt is wet with all the sweat . I wish I could rip it off him, but my hands are still tied up on the wheel . Still 5 minutes left, a help call . The guy nods. I feel his cock in me getting softer. "I'm not done yet," he laughs at me. "You take all of me; you're a hole, nothing more, nothing less." I feel a sharp, warm pain in me. It feels like I'm getting filled up with some sort of liquid. It feels hot, wet, and it is hitting my prostate hard. The guy smiles.... "I'm filling you up with my piss." My eyes widen . Is he... is he... pissing in my hole? I feel dirty, but at the same time, a sort of electric shock goes through my body. He is pissing against my prostate, so it feels heavenly at the same time. I start to moan loudly . The feeling, the piss, it just keeps going. I moan loudly, and then my cock and body start to spasm again. I'm cumming.... My load shoots out of my cock, over my belly, while he keeps pissing into me. A mix of intense pleasure, dirty, warm, hot, and sluttiness washes over me, but I keep shooting my load. I can see the guy grinning at me while he keeps pissing against my prostate, even when after some 5 shots, I'm done. The intense feeling... fuckkk, I moan, while my body keeps spasming . Slowly, the feeling is getting less. The guy stops pissing in me, but he leaves his cock in me. I'm done, slut... he laughs and bends over to me. He kisses me deeply, his beard scratching against me again, but I love it. I think I love him for opening this world to me. I never knew it could be this hot. Welcome to the world of dirty fuck sluts, he laughs, and I can only say thanks. I can hear now the beeping of the alarm; the time is up. It's done, I lost, but got two cum loads in me. He gets his cock out while his fingers move over my body, collecting my cum. His fingers are full of it, and he holds it at my mouth. He does not have to say anything; I just open my mouth and start to lick his fingers. I taste my own cum, and I swallow it. He turns around and walks away from me, out of the room. I stay there for a few minutes. As I look around me, other bottoms are on the wheel, then when I started, help comes up and starts to untie me. "You lost," he tells me, "you went over 21 points." He helps me up; I'm still a bit weak and soft in my legs, so he walks with me to a locker room . Here, I can take a shower. I'm all alone in there, and even the help walks away. I get under the shower, and I feel the water running down. I have an urge to push. No one sees me, so I do. A waterfall of piss, cum, anal fluid, and some blood is pouring out of my hole, falling down on the ground and getting washed away with the water of the shower. I watch it flow over the ground into the shower pit. I stand there for a few minutes; my mind is turned off and slowly coming back . What did happen? What did I do? But I did like it. I feel an urge to get more. Is this the new me? I think it is. Well , I think I'm getting more understanding for Kayode and Leroy now. I am becoming a bit of a cock slut myself here these days in the hotel.

With the prospect of a prolonged session in a private home, I found myself wanting to bring out a couple of my kinks that I rarely got to enjoy. First off, I put my leather jockstrap on under my trunks as I dressed for work, and then I stashed some items in a canvas shopping bag that I stuffed into the inside pocket of my work jacket. The weather was warm enough to not need to wear it, but I went with it anyway. The jock felt a little weird while I was on site, but it was fine and definitely doable for a half-day. I went with the guys to the pub as normal, and Bill and Sean were of course there, but I quickly found myself just wanting to get out of there. So, being a bit louder than I might normally be, I stood up with my jacket and announced I was heading off, looking over at Bill and Sean to make sure they had heard. They both still had a fair amount left to drink, but they got the message and started to speed up as I said goodbye to everyone. I headed out onto the street, lit up a cigarette, and then making sure Bill saw me through the window I nodded in the direction of their alley and started walking that way. I turned into the narrow lane, and then pulled out the bag from my jacket pocket. I reached in and clasped the big chain at the bottom, pulling it out and then setting the bag and jacket down on the floor. I looked at the chain, remembering how hard it had made me when I took the plunge and bought it while on holiday in Barcelona when I was 21. It was stupid really, but I had money in my pocket after my great uncle had died and left me something in his will, and I had always wanted something like this. A kilo of solid silver was more than I had dreamed of having round my neck, but I bottled out of ever wearing it regularly and now it had become just a sort of sex kink. I put it round my neck, loving the feel of the weight on me, and then I reached down and pulled out the two other items from the canvas bag. These were two wide and thick black leather wrist cuffs, which I loved putting on to divide my tattooed arms from my hands. I donned each of those too, and then pulled on my jacket despite the warm temperature so that the accessories were all covered up. I then peeked round the corner and saw Bill and Sean walking up the main road, so I lit another cigarette and waited for them to get closer before I stepped out, keen to avoid an encounter with any of the other construction guys who might have left the pub too. “This way” said Bill, pointing up the main road as they kept walking. I fell in step behind them, smoking my cigarette as I followed them a bit further up the road, then over and into the Barbican. They headed for one of the tall towers, and once inside we got a lift up to the 15th floor. They had one of the big corner apartments, and I was really impressed when we went inside. “Wow” I said. “Right back at you stud” Bill replied, making me blush. I took off my jacket to put on a hook by the door, and heard one of them whistle. “That is quite a chain” Sean said. I turned to them and grinned, and then sexily began to strip off my T-shirt as I rocked my hips. “Fuck me” said Bill, staring at my six pack. Sean stepped over to me and gently placed a hand on my solid torso, before running it up to my chest. He then lifted the chain to feel its weight, letting it drop back onto my chest before he ran his hand down one of my arms, squeezing my bicep as he went. “I would ask if you want a shower first” he said, “but you smell fucking incredible as you are.” “Thanks” I said. “You OK to get started right now?” he asked. “Yes please” I replied. I bent over and undid my boots, kicking them off before taking my socks off and stuffing them into the boots. I then pulled down my trousers and trunks, throwing them on the floor by the door. I stood up straight, and grinned as I saw the two of them staring at my nearly naked body, with just the leather jock and my accessories on my skin. “Bedroom” said Bill, pointing at one of the rooms off the hall. “Now.” I headed into the bedroom, which was bright and airy, and then climbed up on the mattress on all fours. I heard them getting undressed, and then both of them got behind me and took it in turns to rim and finger me. Bill then came round and climbed up on to the mattress to sit in front of me, his body looking a bit gaunt but his thick cock standing to attention. I leaned in to begin sucking him as Sean started adding more fingers to my hole, and then I pulled off when Bill opened a bottle of poppers. I inhaled some, then he did the same, before I took another couple of deep huffs. I settled back to sucking him, and soon after felt Sean’s cock at my hole. Holding my breath and bearing down, I allowed him to slide all the way in, and he started to piston in and out straight away. I moaned around Bill’s cock, my big chain swaying round my neck as I was thrust back and forth, totally losing myself in how amazing it all felt. Sean did not actually last very long before he blew that first load in me, and after a change of positions, I was cleaning off his cock as Bill stretched me open wider and began to fuck. Each inward thrust had me moaning, which only got louder as he began to pull all the way out and then push back in. Eventually it all got too much and I came in my jockstrap, the clenching of my hole also bringing him over the edge for my second breeding of the day. We both then collapsed on the bed, panting to recover. Once I had my breath back I hauled myself up, taking the tissue Bill handed to me to clean up my backside a little. He got off the bed and went off to the kitchen to make us some drinks, while I padded back to the hall to get my cigarettes. I pulled my trunks on over the jockstrap, and then went into the kitchen to see if they had an ashtray they wanted me to use. Bill got me a mug from the cupboard, and then I stepped out onto their balcony and took in the incredible views over London. Bill joined me out there, with Sean eventually coming out too once he had recovered. We chatted a bit as we drank some water followed by wine, and I had a couple of cigarettes. The sun was warm and there was only a slight breeze even this far up, so it was a really nice place to be. Sean started to get a bit horny again, and began to touch my abs as I leant against the concrete rail. Then he encouraged me to turn round, and began to stroke my buttocks through the trunks. I let him slip those off me, and sensing what was about to happen, I stepped back and bent over. We couldn’t be seen from anywhere, so I felt quite relaxed about being nearly naked again. Bill fingered my hole a little, then added some more lube. He stepped up behind me and pushed in, with no need for poppers as I was still quite loose from the first session. I knew to withhold any moaning though, as we didn’t know if any of the neighbours were also outside, so I just breathed deeply as he slowly pushed in and out of me. I heard the click of my lighter and looked over to see Bill lighting a cigarette, which he took one puff off and then handed to me, and I popped it in my mouth and just enjoyed the nicotine while I was being fucked. It was a long and gentle rutting, with Bill keeping me supplied with sips of wine and fresh cigarettes throughout, all while I took in the views and basked in the sunshine. Glorious. Sean eventually blew in me, before dropping down to lick me clean. Once he was done, we had a bit more to drink, before Bill put his arm round me and walked me back through to the bedroom. He got me to lie down on my back, and Sean got a pillow to put under my lower back to raise me up. Bill then took hold of my ankles and lifted them up, before waving his cock towards my hole. My years of crunches paid off as I was able to sit up a bit and use one hand to help him find and press into me, before I lay back and focused on bearing down on him. Sean put some poppers to my nose which I gratefully inhaled, and soon Bill was buried to the hilt and began to fuck. I closed my eyes as I lay there, loving how my afternoon was going, enjoying it even more when Sean began to gently rub my torso and chest, occasionally cupping and squeezing my pecs or just running his fingers through the grooves of my abs. Bill added the fourth load of the day, and then collapsed down on the bed next to me. I reached into my jock and rubbed my own cock, but Sean then reached over and slid his hand in to replace mine. He rubbed me gently for a couple of minutes until I came, adding to the mess in there. Then he too lay down on the bed, and the three of us rested for a bit in peace. The need to go to the loo got the better of me eventually, so I hauled myself up and walked into their ensuite bathroom to relieve myself. When I was done and had washed my hands, I came back into the bedroom to find both of them now sitting on the end of the mattress. “Do you have to go?” Bill asked. “No, not at all” I said, smiling at him. “I’m yours to use all day.” “Fantastic” he said, also smiling. “Would you, er…” Bill began, before pausing. “Would I what?” I asked. “Well” he said, “we have some friends who would love to come round and join in.” “Oh, you do, do you?” I responded, smirking. “Looking to pimp me out are you?” “Something like that” Sean laughed, “if you’re up for it.” “How many friends are we talking about?” I asked. “Anything from one to five” said Bill. “Your choice” said Sean. “Better make it five” I said, smiling. “You sure?” asked Bill. “Years ago I took six guys in one night at a sauna” I replied, “so would be good to beat my record.” “You big studly slut” laughed Sean. “Guilty as charged” I replied, grinning. The two of them got on with contacting their friends, while I went back out to the balcony and settled in to a chair to relax. This day was taking a real turn but I was seriously up for it, glad to finally be getting some action again. I sat for a bit before deciding I should let my landlady know I might not be home, so popped in to get my phone and decided to pick up a bottle of wine from the fridge on the way out again. I gave her a quick call saying I was staying out with friends and might just crash at their place, then poured myself a big glass of rosé and lit a cigarette. Sean was the first to join me, also pouring himself a glass. “They’re on their way” he said. “They’re going to love you.” “Hope I am worth the journey” I said. “Oh, you will be” he said, chuckling. “They’re going to be all over you.” Bill then joined us, and we sat and chatted about not much at all as we enjoyed the wine, the sun, the breeze and the view. About half an hour later we heard the buzzer from inside, kicking off twenty minutes of more men arriving. They were all a similar age to Bill and Sean, but a range of races and heights, and all were very friendly. The admiration for my looks, my body and my chain was nonstop, but I happily lapped it all up, and eventually allowed all of the new arrivals to have a feel of my muscles. After everyone had enjoyed a glass of wine, we relocated to the bedroom. All the older guys got their underwear off, some stripping completely naked, and I decided to lose the jockstrap as it was a bit sticky inside from the two loads I had shot in there. Everyone commented on my sizeable cock, and I had to laughingly confirm that I was indeed a bottom despite being pretty well hung. We were about to get down to business when the two guys who had kept on their T-shirts removed them, and I froze when I saw they each had a large biohazard tattoo on their chests. I then looked round the room, and suddenly realised that everyone else had slightly wasted bodies rather than them just being old. “You OK boy?” Bill asked me. “You’re all poz” I said. “Yeah” said Bill, “but you’re on prep, right?” “No” I said. “You allowed two strangers to breed you in an alley and you’re not on prep?” one of the new arrivals asked. “Fuck” I said. “That’s what we came to do” said another new arrival, resulting in a glare from Sean. “Sorry lad” said Sean. I stared at him, and then felt something click inside me. “Don’t be” I said. “You did nothing wrong.” Before anything more was said, I climbed up onto the bed on all fours and then arched my back, making it clear I was there to be fucked. “You sure boy?” Bill asked me. “Fuck me” I said. “I want you all to breed me. Send me back home pozzed.” “Are you really sure?” Sean asked. “Yes” I said. “Fuck it. Poz me.” “OK” Sean said, before nodding to the other men. They swarmed over me, and after some explorations with tongues and fingers, the first of the new cocks was pushed into my loosened hole. It felt fantastic, and I got even harder when I thought about it being toxic. Another cock was presented to my mouth and I swallowed it down, before a round-robin began as men kept swapping positions. I just remained on all fours, back arched, holes open, and mind blown by how free I suddenly felt as I let them use me. I was getting pozzed that night for sure, and I found it was exciting me. The realisation earlier had momentarily surprised me, but I knew I was where I was meant to be, doing what I was meant to do. I got taken in all positions, and with seven guys there my hole was never empty. If I needed a cigarette then I smoked it while bent over the railing or riding someone sat on a balcony chair, whilst a quick shower to freshen up was done with Sean’s cock buried inside me. There was some double-fucking later on, which was a first for me, and I particularly enjoyed when there was a round-robin with guys taking it in turns to have me rim them while another fucked me. My hole was wrecked, filled to overflowing with potent cum, and thoroughly satisfied. Things wound down in the early hours, by which point I was knackered after the early start to get to site. The five guests headed off to walk or taxi home, while Sean, Bill and I all took quick showers before collapsing into their bed. I slept between them, only waking when I could smell bacon cooking. I was alone in the bed but could hear noises from the kitchen, so I hauled myself up and padded in there completely naked. “Morning stud” Bill said. “Morning” I replied, rubbing my eyes. “Is it still morning though?” “Just” Sean laughed. A coffee was put in my hands that I happily started gulping down, and then BLTs were put out on the table that we all sat down to enjoy, me still in my birthday suit. I felt revived after that, and got up to get myself some water. I then leaned back against the sink and looked at them. “You really are just so fucking hot” Sean said. “Thank you” I replied, smiling. “You sure you’re OK with all this?” Bill asked. “Yep” I said. “Don’t care, so might as well enjoy myself.” “Good lad” said Sean. “You reckon it’ll take after last night?” I asked. “Maybe, maybe not” Sean replied. “Then I guess I better keep coming back here until it does” I said, smirking. “I guess so” Bill laughed. My hole was pretty worn out and they were both tired, but somehow we managed to get two more loads into me while I smoked out on the balcony before I decided I had better go. I rode home on the bus noticing how tender my hole felt, kind of loving the discomfort. I had allowed life to get in the way for too long, but now I felt young and free and eager for more.

Who here loves having several loads in your pussy and feel it drip down your bate leg

The following Wednesday one of the concrete suppliers had a bit of a meltdown, and we ended up not being able to complete the part of the foundation we were working on. There wasn’t anything else needing doing, so the foreman said we should all just have an early finish with a warning that the Thursday could end up being longer if the supplier got its act together by then. Having not worked a full shift I was not as tired as normal, and I found myself wandering back up towards the pub. I looked in the window and saw Bill and Sean sat at the bar, with the place otherwise quite crowded. I took a deep breath, and then went inside and over to the bar. I got served immediately, and ordered a pint of beer. I looked over at the two of them as the barman got me my drink, giving them a little smile. I then sat down on a stool, got my phone out and started to look through Instagram as I drank my lager. I finished it quite quickly, then went upstairs for a piss. When I came back down I made eye contact with Sean and gave a him a little nod, before heading outside and lighting up a cigarette. I started walking slowly in the direction of where we had gone on Saturday, and they soon caught up to me. We talked a little bit as we walked about what had happened on site, and then when we reached the same spot I turned around to face them. “Same again boy?” Sean asked me. “Spit roast” I replied, causing them both to smirk. “As you wish” Bill said. I pulled down my trousers and trunks, but this time I clumsily got them off round my boots and chucked them on a nearby bin. Bill went around behind me and squatted down to rim me, whilst Sean undid his shorts and freed his cock. I bent forward, bracing myself against him as I tentatively took him into my mouth. I hadn’t sucked a cock in a while so struggled a bit with my gag reflex, but I eventually managed to swallow him properly. As I settled into doing that, Bill began opening me up with his fingers, before he started to push his cock against my hole. I pulled off Sean’s cock and asked for poppers, which he held out to my nose for me to take some big huffs as Bill slid his length into me. I took a few more huffs, then got back on Sean’s cock. Once it was down my throat again, Bill began to fuck. Man, it felt fucking amazing. They did not alternate this time, just settling into their roles. Sean pulled out of my throat a few times to prevent himself from cumming, and Bill just kept a steady rhythm going at the other end. I was back sucking on Sean when Bill began to noticeably accelerate, so I pulled back my head. “Breed me” I growled. “Going to” Bill panted. “Fucking fill my hole” I said. “Here it comes!” he yelled, before slamming into me. I felt his cock throb as he unloaded into my hole. No sooner was he done than Sean instigated a hurried 180 on my part, slamming into me as I bent forward to start cleaning up Bill’s cock. This fuck was urgent and rapid from the outset, and I moaned around the cum-coated dick in my mouth as I was pounded. It was only a couple of minutes before Sean added a second load to my willing hole. “You going to be back in the pub on Saturday?” Bill asked me, as I fumbled with getting my clothes back on round my boots. “Probably” I said. “You want to come back to ours after?” he asked. “Would be a bit more comfortable than here, and we could give you a few more loads if you stick around.” “You can smoke out on our balcony” Sean added. “Er, yeah, OK” I said. “Great” said Bill. “See you then.” They headed off without me, and I took the opportunity to use a couple of tissues I had to wipe up my backside before I pulled up my trunks and trousers. I lit up a cigarette and smoked it in the quiet of the alley, before then also starting back to the main road.

I spun a yarn to my landlady about longer hours on site to cover for the fact that I started going round to the Barbican after almost every shift. I did have to be mindful of getting enough sleep to be able to do my job properly, so we kept it to one load from each of them on weekdays before I’d go off and find my bus. On the Saturday I just started skipping the pub completely and went a roundabout route straight to their flat, where I happily spent the afternoon and evening being available for an even larger number of guys than the previous weekend, albeit they came and went in dribs and drabs rather than it being an all-out gangbang orgy. The fuck flu hit me the following Thursday, and my landlady really showed off another side to herself as she swung into action to look after me. I managed to text Bill to let him know, but my landlady insisted on being the one to ring my foreman and tell him I had proper flu. She really was very sweet to me for those few days, what I can remember of them. Once I was in recovery the following Tuesday I struggled back to work, the foreman taking pity on me as I was still clearly under the weather and putting me on inventory duties. A couple of days later though I felt much more human, and was back doing proper work on the site. On the Saturday I went back to the Barbican flat, and Bill took me out to a clinic in Islington to get tested. He and Sean marked my conversion by fucking a few more loads into me that night. My fun times with them had never really been about chasing though, with the pozzing just being a happy side benefit. I continued to visit them frequently as I enjoyed both their company and the sex, particularly their ability to find a whole host of other men to use me at what were now weekly fuck-fests every Saturday, and they were becoming quite fond of me too. They eventually suggested I move in to one of their two guest rooms, to save me both the rent I was paying as well as the long bus journeys from southeast London, or at least for as long as I was working on the tower build. I jumped at that, and happily bid farewell to my landlady when I moved out, her battleaxe routine having returned completely once my flu was gone. Bill and Sean wanted nothing but my body in return for the room, and I had no qualms about such an arrangement. They brought me a good supply of other men to have fun with, and were also open to me finding my own guests occasionally. They particularly liked the vers couple in their early thirties who were fully up for taking loads from the older men while using my eager hole to deposit their own. I have made myself scarce on Sundays once out of bed so Bill and Sean can have some time alone as a couple. Sometimes I go to see my mum, sometimes I just get out and do something in London, and sometimes I’m up for a bit more fun and seek it out in a sauna or something. It all depends how worn out I am after whatever has happened on the Saturday, but I’ve become such a rampant cumdump that I’m usually able to muster up the energy for a few more loads. Increasingly I’ve been getting into anonymous stuff, with a sauna I’ve found in Hoxton providing me the opportunity to back up against a gloryhole to take whatever is available. I’ve even found a set of toilets in a park near my mum’s place that I sometimes visit for a load or two after before I get the train back to London. With more time and money, and a bit of encouragement from Bill and Sean, I got on with the inking of my back over many long, often-painful sessions. I had sketched the basics of the design I wanted, which the artist then translated into a final version. A mesh of thorns across the top of my back, it gradually transitions into a pair of snakes whose open fanged mouths look like they’re about to bite into a large, stylised biohazard symbol just above my buttocks. When it was finally done it looked fantastic, though Bill and Sean had been getting off on each addition as the whole design had been gradually applied. They marked its completion by surprising me with a pair of giant silver bracelets to complement my chain, with a B engraved on the inside of the lock of one, and an S on the other. My heart nearly exploded, but they assured me that this was as much for their benefit as it was mine, given how much they were still turned on by my big chain and wanted me to be wearing even more silver (and boy did they demonstrate how much it turned them on that evening). I now proudly wear my chains all the time, despite the ribbing I sometimes get from the guys on site. I’m not sure if I’ll stay with Bill and Sean after the tower is done, but it’s a pretty sweet arrangement for all of us and they have reassured me many times they like having me around. The Square Mile is also an easy place to start a commute to most other parts of London I could end up working at in the future, at least compared to the back arse of New Cross where I was before. For now, I’m not going to think too much about what’s to come, and just enjoy being me. Handsome, muscular, tattooed, slutty, blinged-up, pozzed-up cumdump Viking me. It’s ace!

This story is definitely in the same vein as some of my others, so hopefully won’t come across as repetitive. Credit where it’s due, inspiration came in part from this excellent short story: Closeted Construction Worker Goes Raw & Gets 19 Poz Loads ————— I had finally landed on my feet a bit, when the two years of temporary work with one of the big construction firms turned into something semi-permanent one when they won the build contract for a new office tower in the City. Regular work in a single location for at least a couple of years, meaning I wouldn’t be on the verge of the dole queue every single day. It meant early starts six days a week, but I could cope with that. It was a huge crew, and not having a specialism yet I was moved around different activities at the site quite a bit so never got to know any of the other guys much, but there was still a pub scene after the earlier noon finish every Saturday. In some ways it was easier not to be in a gang of regulars, as I could just meld in as one of the guys without anyone ever asking too many questions about my home life. Though I’m sure I’d have been fine coming out, particularly being 6’3” and muscular, I preferred to not have to bother. The closest two pubs were closed on Saturdays, but there were another couple hidden away off London Wall that stayed open until the mid-afternoon, getting some locals from the Barbican for breakfast followed by various construction crews at the end of their working weeks. We alternated between the two venues, until one of them got a bit claimed by a load of guys working on a different project meaning we tended to go to the other one. It was definitely the lesser of the two, with toilets badly needing a makeover or at least a proper clean, but it was also cheaper so that was something. We only tended to stay out for a couple of pints, though sometimes more depending on who was there. A few weeks in to the work, as we sat around a couple of small tables with our drinks I noticed two older guys at the bar who were taking it in turns to look over at us for extended periods. No-one else seemed to have seen them doing this, whereas I couldn’t stop checking if they were still gazing at us. I recognised the looks of desire on their faces, and found myself getting quite distracted by it. This got even worse when I made eye contact with one of them, as after that whenever I glanced over they were looking right at me. I got a smile from them whenever we made eye contact again, which made me both flustered as well as eager to look again. I knew what they wanted, and as I made my way through a couple of pints I grew more and more interested. Opportunities to get some action were few and far between for me, not only because the woman I rented a room from was a bit of a god-fearing battleaxe, but also because I rarely had the energy to go out somewhere else to find it. I was always done in on weekday evenings, and the lunchtime beers usually knocked me out on Saturdays. Sometimes on a Sunday I might go to a sauna in the afternoon, but I usually just found myself catching up with laundry or going back to Essex to see my mum. The prospect of having some fun before the post-beer drowsiness kicked in on a Saturday had never really occurred to me before. Guys started leaving the pub, and as the last few of us finished our beers, I said I needed to use the loo and then call my mum so they may as well head off without me. This did the trick, and once the last of them was gone I took the final gulp of my pint and then got up to head for the toilet. I glanced at the two older guys as I passed, and then went up the stairs to the gents. As I expected, I had barely started pissing when the door opened and one of them came in, standing at the urinal next to mine. He was not at all subtle when looking over at my dick. “Nice” he said. “Er, thanks” I replied, quickly finishing up. “You looking for some fun?” he asked, as I squeezed past him to the sink to wash my hands. “Yes” I said, looking down as I rubbed in the hand soap. “Our place or outside?” he asked. “Outside” I eventually said. “Great” he replied. “We’ll meet you out front.” Then he slid past me and back out the door, having never actually used the toilet while he was there. I finished washing my hands, and then paused to look at myself in the cracked mirror. I was fortunate to be happy when I looked at my reflection, not in some self-worshipping way but more that I thought I looked just fine, got told I was handsome by people all the time, and mostly took good care of myself aside from a couple of vices. Some guys at one of my first longer site jobs had started calling me Viking, because of my height, muscles, blond hair and ginger beard, and I had actually quite liked the nickname. When I started to get tattooed, I went for Viking-inspired designs that now extended down the lengths of both arms. I was hoping to start getting my back done soon too, though I hadn’t figured out what I wanted there yet. I gave my hands a quick dry, and then went back downstairs. The older guys were still sat at the bar finishing their drinks, so I headed outside onto the street and lit up a cigarette (one of the vices). I was just finishing up when they emerged, so I stubbed it out on an ashtray attached to the pub wall, and then started following them as they headed up the street. They turned down a narrow lane, and then again into an even more constricted street. This took a couple of turns, and then came to an end under a concrete walkway connecting two towers. When I caught up to them they gestured towards a very secluded gap down the side of a building, and I had a brief moment of thinking this was unwise before remembering I could easily take them both if they started any funny business. “So, hunky boy, what are you into?” asked the guy who had come up to the toilet at the pub. I hesitated, nervously lighting up another cigarette, before deciding just to say what I wanted. “I’m a bottom” I replied. “Great” the other one said. “Well, get those trousers down then.” I put the cigarette between my lips, and then undid my work trousers. I slid them down to my ankles with my trunks, and then stood up straight. “Bill, you go back there and get him ready” said the guy from the toilets. “I want a bit of that mighty cock first.” While Bill went behind me and squatted down to begin rimming and fingering me, the other one squatted down in front and began sucking my cock. It felt incredible, and I just closed my eyes and puffed on the cigarette as they serviced me. This only went on for a few minutes, before they both stood up. I turned around and leant forward against the wall, stretching my legs as wide as I could with my trousers round my ankles and then bending them quite a bit, given I was so much taller than both of them. “The slut wants it bad” Bill chuckled. “You want some poppers boy?” the other guy asked. “Yes” I replied, taking the bottle that was passed to me. As I took a couple of huffs a lubricated finger was pushed back into me, followed by a second and then a third. These were then pulled out, and replaced with the delectable feeling of a spongy cock. I took a few more huffs as I bore down, letting the dick sink into me. Whichever one of them it was immediately started to thrust back and forth, electrifying me as my prostate was rubbed. I suppressed my natural urge to groan by just panting as I was fucked. “Sean, give me a turn” Bill said. The man from the toilets, who I now knew was called Sean, pulled out slowly. Bill then pressed his much thicker cock into me, and I got back on the poppers to help me accommodate him. I could not help but groan for the first few thrusts in and out, but soon got back under control and just breathed through it. The two of them then alternated back and forth for the best part of half an hour, using my hole just the way I liked it. Sean was the first to breed me, and then as Bill fucked himself to orgasm inside me I took one hand off the wall to rub my own erect cock so that we ended up erupting at the same time. After Bill slid out of me one of them stuck their face in my hole and felched me for a minute, and then I pushed myself off the wall, pulled up my trousers and stood up straight. “Great arse you’ve got there boy” Bill said to me. “Thanks” I replied, smiling. “Anytime you want it fucked, you know where to find us” Sean said. I lit up a cigarette, and then glanced between them as I exhaled. “Anytime?” I asked. “Yep” Sean replied. “For a prime piece of meat like you, we’ll always be ready.” Being bred twice in an alley and talked about like this was seedy as hell, but I kind of liked it. “OK” I said. “Will keep that in mind.” “You do that” Bill said. We walked back up to the main road, and then they turned and gave me a little wave as they set off towards the Barbican while I veered off to Moorgate for my bus. Despite the felching I could feel a bit of cum dripping out of my hole, and it was only at that point that it occurred to me I really should have asked for condoms to be used given I had failed to keep up with my prep prescriptions. Still, that one moment was the only time I thought about it, before getting distracted when I saw a bus was coming and I started to run to catch it.

Been lingering on this site, craving a place to really spill what’s been happening to me lately. I’m a cumdump bottom in NYC—new here but definitely not new to being used. I’ve been on a rampage of raw hookups, both in the arcades and on the apps like Sniffies and BBRT. No names in this tale. Just raw truth—or maybe it’s a fantasy? Either way, the hole doesn’t lie. This isn’t some week-long story. This all happened in one day. Just one of many lately. I’ve been getting seeded nearly every day, sometimes multiple times, chasing that next high and that deeper stretch. My body doesn’t even flinch anymore when it’s opened—it just welcomes the next load. This day started with a lean, hairy otter type. Turns out he’s usually a cumdump bottom like me, but that day he needed to unload. He was tender, rubbing my precum on his cock, savoring every part of my body. He fucked me deep and close—moaning, locking our legs and arms together, breathing into me with every popper-soaked thrust. He bred me twice. The first load was thick and heavy. The second took longer, but he kept at it, sweating and frothing, eventually pushing it deep again. He even told me if he’s ever too flooded and needs to unload, he’ll hit me up. That kind of connection hits different. Later that same day, another top showed up—completely different vibe. Big uncut cock, thick, perfectly curved, heavy balls. He went straight for my hole, eating me like he was starving. Once he realized I was already loaded from earlier, he got even more aggressive, pulling me onto his face to suck me clean while we both huffed poppers hard. While he ate me out, I kept his thick cock in my mouth, teasing his head, stroking his balls, both of us locked in that high, slutty zone. Eventually, he flipped me over and bred me exactly the way I need it—deep, slow, locked-in, but also rough and focused. He really got off on breeding his load inside me. When he finally came, it was everything—balls deep, locked inside me, cock pulsing and shooting until I could feel it pooling inside. I begged him to stay in, and he flexed inside me, milking every drop before slowly pulling out so nothing spilled. He told me we’d definitely be doing it again. Honestly, one of the hottest tops I’ve taken all year. Perfect cock, filthy breeding mind, total popper pig, and my hole fully approved. Even with his size, I wasn’t sore—just glowing, buzzing, and fully surrendered. I’m sharing this because I know some of you feel that same hunger. Maybe you’re a top who’s aching to seed a cunt like mine. Maybe you’re another cumdump chasing that next thick load to push you deeper. Either way, I love connecting with others who understand this craving. Hit me up if you want to swap stories, confess your needs, or just vibe on that addicting need to get used. I’m always open to hearing about your last load.

I'm 27 and spent all of yesterday afternoon in the sling of my local sex club taking cock. It's a pretty dingy place, so a lot of the clientele are old, porn addicted, daddy's (I once saw the clientele referred to as looking like they're extras from the walking dead lol). Something drives me crazy about letting any of these slightly disgusting older men use my young hole. Nobody in the club was under 50, I think I took 8 cocks in the end plus one obese guy with a micropenis who jerked off over me. Can't wait to climb in the sling again on next month's Naked day.....

I will always remember the first time I attended CumUnion in SF years ago. Visited the darkroom (yup, luv those dark rooms...sooooooo nasty) and got fucked and bread by several studs. The next morning, I got up bright and early to make coffee for my stud when I felt loads of cum leaking out of my well fucked boy cunt, running down my leg and pooling on the floor...and like the cumdump whore that I am, I licked it all up!!! Sooooooooooo fuckin HOT!!!!!🍆💦💦☣️😋

The London housing market being what it is, I had purchased a slightly strange modern townhouse that had been wedged into part of another property’s land. I had seen some flats in converted Victorian and Edwardian houses that had been nice enough, but this place afforded me the opportunity to have an actual house (of sorts), which was completely detached and therefore I would not have to worry about noise from above, below or through the walls. It was sort of down the side of an end-of-terrace house on a side street off a main road, and most of the rooms looked out over the small garden that had been carved out from the fairly large one belonging to the older house. However, next to me on one side was a large concrete sort-of-car park behind the shops of the main road, which was strangely empty most of the time. Attractive it was not, but downstairs only the bathroom (with high frosted windows) and the cupboard-lined wall of the galley kitchen faced in that direction. Upstairs was a different story, as that side of the house featured the ‘second bedroom’. This was actually a long and thin box room that would only ever be able to accommodate a particularly narrow single bed or a cot, and I had decided early on just to forego any attempts at making it suitable for a guest in favour of buying a good sofa bed for the living room downstairs. I instead used the box room as a well-appointed home office, with some storage built in for other stuff that did not fit elsewhere. Despite the unattractive vista, the room had bizarrely been built with floor to ceiling windows, as well as a ‘Juliet’ balcony with a sliding door. Being a freelancer, I worked from home most of the time, so I was in that room for a good chunk of the day. There wasn’t much to distract me outside, except for around 45 minutes in the late morning of every day. At that time, a bin lorry would pull in and park up close to my house. This was clearly break time, as the crew would usually all head off somewhere together (I suspected the greasy spoon cafe on the main road). I would notice the truck pull in most days, or at least see that it was now sitting out there, but really never thought anything more of it. That ended, however, on a sunny summer day when I just happened to notice that one member of the crew did not follow the rest of them off to wherever they went, and instead sat down on the step of the open truck door. He caught my attention because I am an absolute sucker for nice arms, and he had taken the opportunity to remove his gloves and then roll up his T-shirt sleeves to catch some rays on his impressive biceps. He looked to be in his early twenties, which only added to the appeal. My gaze lingered as he lit up a cigarette and just sat there smoking it, before stubbing it out and then reaching behind him for a paper bag that evidently contained a sandwich and a drink. He mostly just seemed to be staring at the ground through all this, but then suddenly he looked up at me. I looked away towards my screen, but could not help but glance back a moment later and found that he was still staring at me. Like an idiot I instinctively gave a little wave, but he didn’t react and just kept looking at me. I turned back to my screen, but could feel myself getting hot and flustered. I tried to focus, but when I made out like I was just turning round to get something, I allowed myself a quick glance to confirm he was still looking up at me. This was too much, and so I got up and left the room, going downstairs to drink a glass of water and wait it out until the truck had left. The next day they were of course back, and once again the hunky young man stayed with the lorry for his break. This time he removed his hi-viz vest and T-shirt entirely, placing them on the steps so he could lean back more comfortably in the sun, his legs splayed wide as he lit up a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes away, until he of course looked up at me. I managed to hold my ground a bit longer this time, but there was something so overwhelming about this guy at least ten years my junior staring at me like a panicking gay in a fishbowl. I had to retreat again, cursing myself for being so flappable. This carried on for the rest of the week, though I managed to stay in my office longer each time, and actually make eye contact with him a few more times without melting. Still, it was a relief when the weekend came, as while a bin lorry still showed up there on both days, it was a different crew and all of them went off together as had previously been the norm. The next week, however, the stud was back and resuming whatever it was he was doing with me. I started praying for the weather to turn so that he might give me a break from the daily torture. On the Thursday I finally got my wish, with cloudy skies and a bit of a breeze, and sure enough he didn’t taunt me with a flagrant display of his incredible body. Indeed, I saw him stick around as the other guys walked off, but when I looked back up again a couple of minutes later, he was also gone and I assumed he’d just gone off to the shops or something. Then my doorbell rang, so I headed downstairs assuming it was the Amazon delivery I was expecting. When I opened the door, however, I came face to face with the hunky binman. “Alright” he said. “Oh, er, hi” I stuttered. “I forgot a drink” he said, holding out an empty water bottle. “Can I fill up here?” “Er, yeah, sure” I said, taking it off him and turning round to go and quickly sort it in the kitchen. Despite the boots he was wearing I did not hear him following me through the hallway, so I was a bit startled when I turned to the sink and saw him standing in the kitchen doorway out of the side of my eye. I quickly filled the bottle and then went over to hand it to him. “Thanks mate” he said. “Er, no problem” I said, still flustered. “See you every day” he said. “We do the same main roads all week, and them estates that need a daily.” “Oh, right” I said. “Nice place you got” he continued. “Thanks” I replied. “You can blow me if you want” he said. “What?!” I squeaked. “Seen you gawping at me” he replied, grinning. “Figured you wanted to suck my cock.” “I, er, wh…” I stuttered. “You wanna?” he asked, moving his free hand to clutch his groin through his uniform. I just stood there, frozen on the spot, but then found myself looking down at his hand as he squeezed his crotch. Despite my brain screaming at me, I instinctively grazed my lips with my tongue, causing him to laugh out loud. “Knew it!” he said. “But be quick, I ain’t got long.” My brain shut off at this point and something else took over, as I lowered myself down to my knees while he undid his button and zip. I leaned forward and gripped the hem of his boxers, pulling them down with his shorts as his erect cock sprang up, leaning slightly to his left. A musky, sweaty, manly smell emanated from him, and I hungrily dived forward and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on it quite gingerly for a minute, and then began to swallow it down, using all the tricks I knew to control my gag reflex. There was an urgency to the way I serviced him, and his moans and groans spurred me on. In no time at all he gripped my head and began to thrust a little while I continued bobbing back and forth, and then he yelled as he slammed me onto his cock a final time and unloaded down my throat. When he released his grip I pulled back, settling my arse back on my heels as I reached up to wipe the sweat off my face. He quickly pulled up his trunks and shorts, did up the button, and then turned around. “Thanks mate” he said, walking down my hallway, “that was awesome.” Then he was gone, with me still kneel-sitting on the hard kitchen floor getting my breath back. I had been thoroughly used, taken advantage of, and yet I fucking loved it. —————— The next day my heart raced when I heard the truck pull up outside. I gave it a couple of minutes before looking out, by which time I could see the crew just leaving the car park whilst the hunky stud was leaning against the door smoking. He was looking up at me, and when our eyes met he smiled and winked. This time I held his gaze and smiled back, at which point he nodded, put the cigarette between his lips, got the keys out of his pocket and then locked the truck’s door. He set off along the side of my house towards an opening in the fence, and I realised I was in for another workout. I hurried downstairs and opened my front door a little, stepping back into the hallway to wait. Sure enough the door opened and he came inside, closing it behind him. He turned towards me, gave me a big grin and a wink, and then leant back against the front door and undid his shorts. I rushed forward onto my knees, and soon enough the events of the day before were being repeated. I swallowed him completely, and then as I moved myself back and forth he put one of his hands on my head and just allowed me to lead things while his fingers tousled my hair a little. Only when he got close did his grip become tighter, taking over the speed until he pulled me completely onto him and held me in place as he unloaded down my throat. Then, as with before, he got himself done up while I sat against my heels getting my breath back. He was gone in moments, but not before another big grin and a wink. The following week he was at my door on schedule all five days, having me blow him in my hallway. I had set up fake appointments in my diary so there would be no issue with being away from my desk late morning, and I had even thought to put one of the sofa cushions at the bottom of the stairs so I would be more comfortable kneeling than I was directly against the laminated floor. I was being completely used, and yet I did not have a complaint to make about it. “Doing weekend overtime tomorrow” he said, as he zipped up his shorts on the Friday post-orgasm. “Different round though, so won’t be here for break.” “OK” I said. “Next week I guess then.” “Nah” he said. “I wanna fuck that arse of yours, so was thinking I’d come round after my shift.” “Oh” I said, getting up from the floor, as flustered as when he had first turned up here. “Will be about three” he said. “You get fucked, right?” I just slowly nodded. “Cool” he said. “Be ready then.” With that, he was gone. —————— In preparation for the upping of the ante, I was douched, showered, wearing a jockstrap under my shorts, and had a buttplug inserted after loosening myself up with a dildo. I doubted there would be anything close to foreplay, so I wanted to make sure I could enjoy the quick and complete entry he was likely to make into me. When he turned up, he had definitely worked a full shift as his musky, sweaty scent was particularly potent, which had much the same effect on me as a big huff of poppers would have done. “Fucking horny mate” he said, after closing the front door. “Need to fuck a load into you.” I led him through to the living area at the back, where I had already put a towel down on the sofa. I stripped down to just my jock, pulled out the buttplug and threw it down on the floor, and then climbed onto the sofa on my knees so I was leaning against the back of it with my head against the wall. He had also stripped down so he was just in his stinky T-shirt, and he immediately positioned himself behind me and pushed his cock against my hole. I was about to ask for a condom when he pushed in and the whole length snaked into my rectum, taking my breath away. As soon as he was in, he began to fuck me with a firm and steady rhythm, the dirtiness of it making my head swim as his girthy cock rubbed my prostate and sent me to heaven. I could not help but moan in appreciation as he pistoned in and out, until he was slamming into me relentlessly. Then he thrust one final time, held his hips against my arse, and flooded me with his load. He held in place until he had fully come down from the orgasm, and then slid out of me and stepped back. I whirled around and slid off the sofa onto my knees, leaning forward to gently clean off his cock so I got every last drop of the load. Then I turned and reached for the paper towels I had put on the sofa, using them to wipe what was dripping out of me as well as what was already on the floor under me. He had put his shorts back on, albeit his boxers were still on the floor. I got to my feet and went over to the sink, chucking the towels in the bin under it before giving my hands a quick wash. I then got a couple of glasses out from the cupboard above and filled them up with cold water, handing one to him while I drank the other. “I need a cigarette” he said, starting to walk towards the back door. I hurriedly pulled on my own shorts, but remained topless as I grabbed a saucer from a cupboard and followed him out to provide him with the makeshift ashtray. “Want one?” he asked, pointing the packet at me. I had quit five years before and yet still took one, popped it in my mouth and then allowed him to light it. “Nice place” he said. “Private.” “That’s how I like it” I said, my head swimming from my first inhale. “Cool” he said, grinning. We engaged in the beginnings of a conversation for a couple of minutes while we smoked, but we were soon done and he started to go back inside. “Your shower upstairs?” he asked. “Need to clean up before I fuck you in your bed.” His brazenness quietly astounded me, but I was putty in his hands. I nodded, and he started heading down the hallway towards the stairs. I followed him, but stopped by the cupboard under the staircase to grab a clean towel for him. I hurried upstairs after him, glad I had thought to put anything valuable in a box in the tiny loft space before he got here. He had got as far as my bedroom, and as I chucked the towel down on the bed next to him, he peeled off his T-shirt and pulled down his shorts. My breath caught in my throat, as for the first time ever I saw his naked buttocks. I knew it was the first time ever, because it was the only place he had tattoos and I had definitely never seen them before. A huge biohazard on one, and a big chunky plus sign on the other…

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Don’t know what it is but I love skinny twinks with big cocks with a cocky attitude. After college I stayed in the small college town that I graduated from, getting a well paying job dealing with college age kids. Back then, it was not wise to be out, small town small minded. So picking up guys was hard to do. There was a gay bar but it was old queens and trolls, now I’m the old queens. Funny how life turns. Some college guys would go there but the pickings were always slim. Sometimes there would be the closet “str8” frat boy with his gf and friends but that was like finding a unicorn. One night a few gay friends, I didn’t have that many, invited me out for drinks and by the end of the night we needed up at the gay bar. It’s a dark and seedy place, low lighting and the music was always to load. The few of us left in the group were standing at the bar drinking and watching the dance floor. As we are standing there doing shots and people watching, I see a short twink dancing it up on the floor. Cute, blond, skinny, but way too gay for me. He did have a hot little butt but I could see from the way he was dancing, total flamer. Every time I looked out at the floor, we would make eye contact. At this point, I’m starting to really feel the booze and his ass is starting to look even better. He is moving and shaking his ass like he wants a dick in it now. As I watch his ass, I’m starting to feel horny and with the booze in me, I’m ready to have some fun. I look back out at the floor and he is gone, I don’t see him anywhere. Well that’s for the better, no regret in the morning. About 15 minutes later, I feel someone grab my ass hard. Not like in a crowded bar grab, I mean 2 hands full of ass hard. I turn around and here is the twink smiling up at me. I’m 5’11, 180 32wt 43 ch, he is all of 5’7 130 maybe 26 wt and skinny chest and arms with light blue eyes and blond hair. He is looking up at me with a cocky smile on his face. He grabs my head and pulls it down and whispers in my ear. You been watching my ass all night, let’s get out of here and I will show you something special, then bites my ear. I’m shocked to say the least, he is skinny, cocky like I like and his voice was not manly, It was that high pitched. Caution to the wind, I said I lived a few blocks away. He said good, cause he lived in the dorms. We walked the few blocks back to my house, talked a little about the general things, what’s your name, where are you from, how fucking old are you. His name was Nick, 18 and from a few hours away for this town. As I’m unlocking the door, he grabs my ass again and gets up on his toes. He licks my ear and says I have a hot ass, that he loves muscle guys. Damn, this is twice he has grabbed my ass, he has not once grabbed my crotch but then again I have not grabbed his. As we walk into my place, he asked if I have anything to drink, that is not water. I’m like yea, I have some booze but no mixer. He says good, I like it over just a little ice. He does this like he is placing an order at a bar or telling his bitch to make him a drink. I shrug it off and go make two drinks. As I’m coming back into the living, he is standing with just his underwear on. I stopped to take in the sight, he is skinny with pale white skin and light blue bikini underwear on with a large bulge. I can’t decide if he is too skinny or what, before he steps forward and takes his drink. He down’s it in one and ask where the bedroom is. I’m thinking no get to know you, just get to business, ok. We head upstairs with me in the lead and his hands on my ass. He is telling me how I have a nice back and a meaty ass. As we walk into the bedroom, he is pulling my shirt over my head and starts undo my pants. As my pants and boxers hit the floor, he kneels and starts to suck me. He is licking the head and playing with my balls. It feels good, he is working me so good. Rounding my nuts in his hand and every once in a while he reaches past my balls and runs a finger across my hole. This goes on for 10 mins or so. My hands on resting on his head but I’m letting him run the show. As his fingers run across my hole, it’s getting a little wet back there. He is adding spit to his finger from time to time. He has me worked up at this point, I willing to do about anything for this to keep going. He stands up and pushes me back onto the bed, he grabs my legs and lifts them. I’m thinking he is going to finish taking off my pants but as he pushes my legs up towards my head. He dives his face into my ass and start an unbelievable tongue fucking. He is licking my rim and then slides his tongue into my hole. Then back to licking. It feels so damn good. He pulls his head up and starts to lower my legs a little. I tell him that, that feel so damn good. I want to do the same to him, he says all in good time. That he is not done on munching on my hole. He tells me to turn over. I’m turning over, he pulls my pants off. When I’m face down, I spread my legs to allow him better access. He crawls up between my legs and starts all over again. Damn he is good, I’m so damn wet back there. He slides up my body and kisses my neck. Telling me how hot my body is and he loves to eat ass. That I have a great one. As he is sliding back down my body, he is touching and kissing me everywhere. This all feels so good, I have not had someone do this to me in a long time. I’m so lost in the pleasure, I forget it’s a twink doing this to me. He is going to town on my hole, then slides up my body to kiss my neck and nibble on my ear. My ears are a trigger for me, they turn me into putty. He has been doing this for 20 mins or so. I can feel him shifting his legs around as he is going back down to my ass. He is down there, licking and touching my hole for a longer time this time. When he finally starts to move up my back I feel his cock for the first time. Skin on skin, he has removed his underwear. As he gets to my neck, I can feel his head at my hole. It feels thick, as he starts to push in. I’m loose and wet from he making a buffet out of my ass. I’m spaced out some but as he pushes forward I start to come to my senses. Not from the fact he is trying to fuck me or that I don’t know if he has a condom on. It’s the size. The head is not in all the way and I’m getting stretched. Now I have had a few bf/fwb that were thick, thicker the better, length is not a big thing to me. But this is something else, a whole lot of something else. His head is laying on my back, just to the left of my ear. His arms have now moved under me and have moved up to my chest. He is hugging me from behind and just keeps the pressure on my hole. He is not moving much, just pressure. He’s mumbling a few things about relaxing, it will feel better soon once it’s inside. As I’m trying to tell him to stop and pull out, his hand comes up to my face. He slides three fingers into my mouth to stop me from talking. As a little more moves into me, he moans. This feels good he tells me, he asked if I’m feeling better. I can’t speak much with three fingers in my mouth. He tells me again that I need to relax more to get the rest of it in. As he pulls is fingers out of my mouth and he tells me to spit in his hand. As I do this, he starts to move it out and from under us to relube his cock. When he pulls out and lubes up with spit, his other hand moved up to my face. He pushes something into my face. He was quick about the whole thing. His head was not out of my for long and has he pushes back in, he goes deeper. He has the head now in me, he has to be the thickest thing I have ever had. It hurts, not in a good way hurts. It hurts bad, I think he ripped something, but he is not letting up. He is not moving much, just slow constant pressure. He is telling me that I’m doing so well and ask if I like the smell of his cock in my face. Finally realizing that he has his underwear up again my nose. He is just shifting a little back and forth, getting a little deeper each time. After some time, I can feel his pelvis on my ass. He has been telling me the whole time that I feel so good around him. That I’m like an oven inside with a vise grab hold on him. He is starting to move some, just an inch or so. Nothing hard or rough, just slow movements. He is telling me that he will not last long this time. Just the thought of me taking him in me raw has him about to pop. But not to worry, he will last longer the next few times. He is moving a little faster now but still only a inch or two. He is hugging me hard and his breathing is getting harder. He says that I’m his first and growls out, fuck I’m cumming in you, fucking cumming. I’m still a little out of it, the shock of this kid topping me, that his cock has to be massive, that he just came in me or I’m his first. First what, hook up, guy he fucked, raw fucked. As I’m laying with him hugging me and his cock still hard inside, I’m trying to figure a few things out. As I’m starting to wrap my head around some of it, he starts to move. Not move out of me, he is fucking me again. Not the slow moving as before but not pounding me either. Just a steady rhyme, 3-4 inches. Both his hands are cupping my chest, as he squeezes them both. He rams deep into me and holds there. I think I have every inch in me now, because it hurt like he found a spot his cock had not touched before. As he is holding it deep in me, I heard him saying that I need to relax more if he is going to fuck me till morning. I need to loosen up or it’s going to be a long night. That the pill does wear off for hours. I’m like pill, what pill I’m thinking. He pushes hard against me again, trying to see if there is anything that has not entered me. He is talking as he holds deep in me, saying things like he is so fucking hard, harder then he has ever been. That he can’t believe that the pill his roommate gave him had him this hard. That he told his roommate that he was going to fuck tonight and the roommate give him a pill that will keep him hard for hours. That he doesn’t have to pull out at all, fuck, cum, stay hard and not pull out.. He holding deep, telling me how great my hole feels. That it’s hot and so wet inside me. That he can’t believe a hole could feel this good, that he’s so excited that I took him raw and he came in me. But it’s going to be a shame when he is done, that my hole will be a train tunnel. That he is going to ruin my hole for other guys to use. He starts pulling out a little and pushes back in hard. Slow out and hard back in. Bet you’re feeling better now he asked. With my cum acting like lube, it’s sliding in and out easier. You feel full, not just because of my cock. He informs me that he shots bigger than average loads. That most guys that have sucked him off, can’t swallow it all. I’m thinking you’re 18, how many guys have blown you, so I asked. The answer was 30 or more, he laughs and goes on about everyone want to suck on a big dick. This is as he is still pulling out slow and hammering it back in. With each punch of my hole, he is talking about how soft and gooey my inside feel to him. That it’s so different from the old trolls that he fucked back home. That even with the size of his cock, they didn’t feel tight at all and wearing a condom never felt good.. It’s not this feeling, this raw power and tight heat. That the old queen that taught him to fuck had said raw was the best and nutting in someone was even better. It was like owning that person because you were now part of them. He tells me, I own you now. He is starting to pick up the pace, he is not pulling out of me but the head is coming part way out. Then he would slam back in to get every inch into me. This has been going on for 20 mins now and he is just riding my ass as if he owes it. At this point he does, he is in total control as he says number two is coming around the corner. He slams deep and hold it there, god it feels good cumming in you he says. He is deep in me and telling me all about how my ass feeling around him. Wet and moist, starting to feel sloppy but still tight. That the old toll was right, raw is better than being wrapped up in rubber, unless it’s gear.

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…

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.

It’s hot out and the boys are out too. I’m a sticky, sweaty, cummy mess after swallowing 3 loads in an hour at the tail side thicket called the maze. First a daddy with a nice uncut, then a cub that could’ve been his son. Both thick Latino types. Then an athletic cub that gave my throat the workout of its life while two other guys watched on. Made eyes with one more guy on the trail back to my car but I was too beat. A good afternoon.

Well, why not start a thread about your last fisting experience? let me start with mine .... After weeks of grinding through work deadlines, glued to my desk and pretending to be a respectable citizen, my inner pig was screaming. My hole had been itching for days—tight, hungry, desperate for a stretch—and my balls were swelling with all the loads I’d been edging out, never quite satisfied. I’d been jacking off here and there, but that just made the craving sharper. It wasn’t release I needed. It was destruction. No marathon this time—Monday morning would hit hard enough. What I wanted was a filthy reset: quick, filthy, public, anonymous, hands in and out, then home in time to fake normalcy at work. Enter: Naked Sunday at De Stammbar in Brussels, Belgium If you know, you know: doors open at 3pm, by 3:05 you’re naked, sniffing the air thick with lube, sweat, and anticipation, and the only thing on anyone’s mind is getting holes used. No pretense. No chit-chat. Just pigs, jocks, and pure fucking intent. Rinsing was a breeze—I’ve got it down to an art—and as I arrived, the place was already swarming with every flavor of filth you could imagine. Hung, hairy, shaved, smooth, chunky, shredded—doesn’t matter, as long as you’re ready to show me your hands or get on your knees. I slipped out of my clothes, felt the blast of cool air on my skin, and instantly felt myself thickening, my hole fluttering in anticipation. For the next three hours, I was hunting hands. In the end, three hungry fists, working me open, knuckles deep, pushing, coaxing, making my eyes roll. I was moaning, grunting, drooling, a proper fuckpig—no names, no words, just pure animal connection. Between fists, other guys teased my cock, chewed my tits, fed me poppers, and slapped my cheeks raw. Every hole needed attention, every nerve ending on fire. one of the highlights? A filthy Brit couldn’t keep his hands off me. Five minutes of grinding and he was grunting in my ear, “I’m gonna cum.” I turned around, locked my legs, squeezed my wrecked hole, and milked his load straight up my guts. Waste not, want not. I could feel his spunk oozing out, mixing with lube and sweat. Fuck, that’s church for pigs. The bar was heaving—shoulder-to-shoulder with men who didn’t give a fuck who watched them get fucked—but the real players were a bit rarer this time. Still, three fists ain’t a bad Sunday. I swapped numbers/profiles with a couple of solid boys for next time. By 7pm, I was spent, sore, and glowing. I waddled home, ass leaking, cock soft, brain fizzing. Happy? Fuck yes. Satisfied? Maybe for a day or two. This pig’s always hungry for more.

I would love to know where that is!

Yes, the language on that page needs tweaking now that I’m sending people to it for reasons other than that their country wants to imprison or kill them. (The UK just wants to imprison me…)

(late 90's) I look back now and wished I'd taken better advantage of my youth. I was in my 20's and did absolutely nothing social. I was creative if you gave me a pen and paper but if you plopped me down in a gathering of friends, I was quiet and boring. The only contact I had with other people was at work or with my friend Troy. I only had a friendship with him because he'd foisted it upon me. He lived on the same floor of the my apartment building and absolutely refused to be ignored. He was flamboyantly gay and figured out I was closeted pretty early on. We forced me to interact with him no matter how cold my attitude was. I started to like him. No sexual attraction at all, but he had a good heart. He was throwing himself a birthday party at a club downtown, and not going was out of the question. I'd never been to a gay bar before, but there was just no way out of it. So on that Friday bight, I dressed up a little and went to this place called "Jax". I hated it at first. Everybody knew each other and everybody was having fun. I almost walked right back out, but Troy had already seen me. I was the first of his guests to arrive. I walked over to where he was sitting and sat across from him. "No.No. Sit next to me. Be my arm candy. This has always been my favorite table because you can see everyone that walks in. You're early. God! You really don't know anything, do you? Never come early or right on time to a party, Les! The bartender is delivering a pitcher of beer and some shots. I was going to drink it all as a warm-up, but I'll share." "Happy birthday, Troy." "Thank you, Sweetie. Than you for the card as well. Nobody sends birthday cards anymore...the only ones I got were from you and my mom." The club was starting to fill up, but only about three more of his invitees came. We all sat on the same side of the table because Troy didn't want anybody blocking his view of the action. We drank a lot. I wasn't really used to alcohol but had a high tolerance for it somehow. Metabolism? Anyway, the party was pretty much a bust. The other "friends" blew kisses and left for other hot spots. I stayed because I figured my friend would be too wasted to get himself home. "Dumb queens. Who needs 'em? Thank you for staying, Les. I know how much you hate it here, Means a lot." And then a small group of guy in robes and pajamas blustered through the front door. Weird. "Ugh. Another pajama party. Those are getting way too common these days. Oh God, that bald guy is carrying a teddy bear. Look." "What do they do at a pajama party?" "They all go club to club in their PJ's and then back to somebody's place to have a group fuck or something. I refuse to go to one. I sleep in the buff anyway. Oh no!" "What?" "The Ripper is among them." "The what? Who?" "See that guy with the curly reddish-brown hair and beard? The really tall one? That's The Ripper." "Why is he called that?" "It fits. You take him to your place and he rips your rectum and then rips your valuables. Rips condoms. Rips you completely." "He looks harmless." "Oh God, Les, Don't even get curious. I shouldn't have said anything." "Why?" "Because you're an innocent oddball who's a prime target for people like him. You are his type." "But I don't even have any valuables." "You have your health and your life. He's got the recipe." 'The Recipe' was the his code for HIV. ""How do know all this?" "Darling, I know everyone in this town. I see all. Be right back...I'm going to find a nice normal guy for you. Stay here." He left. I immediately looked over at Ripper only to find he was already looking at me. Shit! This is why I never socialized...too many landmines. He was kind of handsome, though. Troy came with more shots, a stack of napkins and a pen. "I saw you look over there. Stop. Have a drink and draw me some cartoons." I was an amateur cartoonist and liked to draw for other people. I wasn't published. I drew really raunchy 'toons that I knew Troy would like. I liked making him laugh. We had more drinks and more fun. Every time I glanced over at Ripper, he was still looking at me. "I saw that, Les. Stop. Keep drawing. Oh look! Here's Barry!" One of Troy's friends had shown up late for the party. They exchanged hugs and kisses...which got more intimate. They were both drunk. They full on made out right there at the table. "Barry and I are going to dance now, Stay put and keep drawing. I'll be back." But he never came back. He had vanished. Well, good for him. He was going to get a birthday fuck. Oh well. I had drank so much, but didn't feel intoxicated. Maybe it was my Scottish ancestry. I should probably go too, but the presence of Ripper kept me in my chair. Most of his little PJ party had moved on, leaving him all alone. I looked at him again and smiled. He returned the smile and nodded. Landmine. The bartender came by and asked if I needed anything. I ordered two vodka tonics because I didn't want him thinking I was by myself. I put one of them about a foot away from me in order to keep up the illusion I wasn't a single loser. Ripper was alone now. What a weird thing to see a grown man in his pajamas siting alone. I should go say 'hi' or something. I downed the first drink and shamelessly grabbed the seconf, trying to decide what I should do. I didn't have to. He came over to me and plopped a teddy bear right in front of me. "Hi. This guy needs a new home. My friend Josh left this behind. Can I sit?" "Thanks. Yes. Absolutely.' "I'm Craig, What happened to your friend?" Hi Craig. I'm Les. I think my buddy got lucky. Can I buy you a drink?" "Sure, Wow. You've been sucking down the booze all night...are you sure you want any more?" "I'm cold sober for whatever reason. Or maybe not. My drawing are getting a little sloppy, I'll have one more and call it a night." "You come to a beer and DRAW?? No offense, but that's weird. Can I look?" He shuffled through my cartoons and smiled. "What happened to the pajama party" "Who knows? They're all flakes. I get abandoned by those guys regularly. Its just us now. Can I sit closer to you?" I patted Troy's empty stool and he was right next to me. "So I guess your pal told you all about me." "He's a gossip, but, yeah -- he told me some stuff."' "Guys like him are the reason I can't get laid anymore. Fucker." "Any of it true." "Of course not. I just pissed off somebody once and they spread rumors to ruin me." "Sorry. It seemed dubious to me. You seem nice." "Really? Thanks. I've never seen you out before. New in town?" "No. This just isn't my scene. I hate crowds." "Well, it's not crowded now. Let's have another round and go back to my place. I wouldn't ask to go back to yours because I don't want you to think I'd rob you." But he lived way North of the city, and I didn't want to drive that far. We drank more. "I like you, Craig." Maybe the alcohol was starting to affect me. He reached over, took my hand and stuck it down the front of his pajama pants. I felt the biggest erection in the world. It was hot and a little moist. "You seem normal, but you like danger. I can tell." "Oh, hell. Everything you heard is true. I admit it. Can you admit it turned you on?" "I can." What turns you on most? That I can ruin assholes? That I sabotage condoms? That my cum is poisonous? That I'm a criminal?" "All of the above." "Good. Let's go. I promise if we go back to your place, I won't take anything that's not mine." We left and got to my apartment. He took off his slippers and t-shirt. OK. This was happening now. He waited for me to do something. I stripped. "Danger. You're in the danger zone now, boy. Lie down here on the floor." I did and he collapsed on top of me. We kissed long and hard as he humped me. I grabbed that infamous boner again. Dear Lord. "Got a condom? You realize I'll tear it off at some point, but we can pretend for a bit if you want." "Are you really HIV+?" "Oh yeah. And it's potent. No meds can make it go away. You wanted danger and now it's aimed right for your ass." He spit on his fingers and massaged two of them into my hole. "This will hurt and make you bleed like crazy. You'll have to get an area rug for this carpet." "Rip me." That set him off and shoved that thing nearly half way into me. I wanted to scream, but he held one of his huge hands over my mouth. "You're lucky that it's been so long for me. I'll cum soon. Hang on. Here's what you wanted. Ahhhh. Shittt!" I was in severe pain and could feel my ruined anus bleeding. He was done. The Ripper had completed his task. We lie there together for a minute. "Mind if I spend the night? I've already got my pajamas here." "Let's go to bed." It was a nice night. He let me suck him and we fucked twice more. He let himself out that Saturday morning. I spent the whole day in bed, listening to my body. It was wrecked and full of bad cum. I needed to find him again.

@BlindRawFucker1 if you didn't intend your comment "Are you two going to fuck with Mickey Mouse?" to be funny, to me it was. I burst out laughing as my first reaction. I guess it conjured up a funny visual in my head.

Are you two going to fuck with Mickey Mouse?

Yesterday... off Sniffies... a guy reached out saying he wanted to "eat my pussy and fill me with his cum" in the first message with a back of his 7.5 thick uncut cock slight curve up. Hes 30 years old vers poz and likes to breed. He fucked an bred me just like a real cumdump would want to receive. He first ate me out like a real devotee. Deep tongue and perfect suction, going for every drop of cum that might have been there before him.... there was from 2 hour earlier...He knew.. planted his seed deep, flexed his cock tell it went soft inside me and slowly pulled out! I was cum drunk. Flooded and in bliss

An amazing new chapter and well worth the short wait - thank you! With that last paragraph, perhaps we will see the true bug chasing cumdump emerge in Jake and his load tally will dramatically increase!

It was one of the first times I did crystal and I sucked this guy's cock for 5-6 hours, basically all night. I was kneeling on the floor while he was lying on the sofa, his cock was hard on and off but I was obsessed with sucking it. I was so fucking sore the next day I could barely stand!

Once again, this chapter "beamed" me into the room and I experienced what Jake did through two rounds with #12 and one with #4 (By the way, these are two of my lucky numbers. Maybe, they will be Jake's as well!). @pozchaser21does an excellent job of relating Jake's feeling and thoughts, and in doing so, he is telegraphing Jake's evolution as well. (We all know this evolution would come. We did not know how it would.) In an earlier comment, I stated that this story line as told by the author mirrors reality. This was an understatement. The way Jake's evolution towards being a total bareback (& poz) cum dump is so realistic that it is almost biographical for me. I am reminded of a phrase that some guy told me regarding chasers "You know you are a chaser when your need for poz cum overcomes your fear of it." Jake is well on his way of overcoming his fear of men breeding him. In fact, he wanted both #4 and #12 to cum in him! I look forward to see how @pozchaser21will take us as he finishes Jake's evolution and his stay at the hotel.

I leave mine out like trophies

Last load was last week. I went to a sex party and fucked three guys (younger, buff guys who liked being fucked on all fours). An older gentlemen that I had fooled around with earlier came back to me and rubbed his cock on my hole. I thought how good it felt and just leaned back. I actually came first. He kept pumping until he exploded inside. HOT!

Had two toxic tops over last night and took both their loads. Hopefully they did the job! Now just to wait and see

I just stood rooted to the ground as he disappeared into the ensuite, followed by the sounds of the shower starting. Holy shit. Why the fuck had I not insisted on a condom? Why the fuck was I no longer on prep? Why the fuck was my dick getting so hard? “Are you poz?” I asked, when he re-emerged, his skin glistening wet. “Yes mate” he said, before vigorously rubbing his short, jet-black hair with the towel. “Riddled with it” he finished, as he lowered the towel leaving his damp hair sexily tousled. “Oh” I said. “You on prep?” he asked. “No” I said. “Probably should be mate” he said, grinning at me. “Yeah” I whispered. “Anyway” he said, rubbing the towel under his groin before chucking it on the floor, “I want to fuck you missionary this time.” I knew that the chances increased with multiple exposures, and yet I still found myself climbing onto the bed, lying down on my back, and then lifting my legs in readiness. He got on the bed too, pushed my legs back over me with one arm, and then used his other to get his cock to my hole so he could start pushing in. The only lube I got was what was left in me from before, plus the remains of his previous load, but I bore down on his dick and soon he was fully in me. He leaned forward as he released my legs from under his arm, and I spread them out around him. He gave me a grin, and then began to thrust in and out. Despite knowing what I was now taking, I was rock hard and totally his to use. Virtually the whole time his eyes were locked on mine, and I somehow held his gaze as he fucked me. His green eyes were hypnotising, so despite the intensity of him staring at me, I did not want to look away. With each thrust in and out of me, waves of both pain and pleasure rippled through my whole body, but unlike our first fuck downstairs I stayed silent. He had not been vocal downstairs and nor was he for this second rutting, the effort of fucking me only evident from his breathing. It was absolutely the most intense sex I had ever experienced. He fucked me for quite a long time, before eventually accelerating towards his final thrust into me, unloading a second poz load deep within my hole. Feeling his cock throbbing inside me - and knowing what it meant - sent me over the edge, and without ever touching my cock I spontaneously blew over my stomach. He broke our uninterrupted eye contact to look down at the cum dripping out of my cock, then looked back up at me and grinned, while still breathing heavily. “You liked that, huh?” he asked. “Yes” I panted. He stayed in position for a couple more minutes, before slowly pulling out of me. He pushed himself over onto his back next to me, and I lowered my legs to the mattress. We lay there for a little while, neither saying anything, before he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed with his back to me. “Need a piss and a cigarette” he said, getting up and padding off to the bathroom. As I listened to him peeing, I hauled myself up as well, noticing how wet the duvet was from a combination of sweat and cum. I didn’t care though, and just focused on grabbing a couple of tissues from the box on the bedside table to wipe up what was dripping out of my arse as well as my own load from my stomach. I then slowly pulled on my shorts, and sat back down on the end of the bed. The stud emerged a moment later, shaking his hands dry before grabbing his own shorts and pulling them on. I got up and headed for the door to go back downstairs with him following me, and we were soon outside smoking a couple of cigarettes. This time we stayed out there in the sun, other than me popping inside to get two bottles of cold beer from the fridge, and we began to quietly chat as we enjoyed the drinks and a couple more cigarettes. I found out he was called Damian, he was 23, and while he was clearly an expert top who liked to take charge, sometimes when drunk or high he liked to bottom out and get loaded up by any man who happened to be around. This was how he had got pozzed, which he didn’t really care about and actually liked how free it helped him feel. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave, nor did I have anything I was planning to do, so I just let the afternoon and evening play out on his terms. That involved going upstairs again so I could lie on my front while he fucked a third load into me, ordering in some Deliveroo to eat in the garden with a few more beers, and then moving back to the sofa where I rode him in a couple of positions to get load number four into me. After some quick showers we went out to the supermarket on the main road to get in some more beers and cigarettes, and then load number five was fucked into me as I was bent over the kitchen table. A prolonged break for drinks outside followed, before we moved upstairs, he got me on my side, positioned himself behind me, and then slid into me for a long and gentle sixth breeding. He remained in me as we fell asleep, and I woke at some point in the early hours as he gently began thrusting into me again to deliver a seventh dose of his toxic seed. Somehow he mustered up an eighth load into the morning, with me on all fours on the mattress groaning like a madman. Then, with a quick shower and a cup of coffee, he was gone. I spent part of Sunday researching my options for PEP, resolving to go to a clinic first thing on Monday to sort myself out. Yet, when it came to it, I faltered and allowed myself to get distracted with some client emails. The time ticked on, and at around 10.30am I could not help but give myself a clean out and then stick in a buttplug, unsure if he would be at my door later that morning. Of course, shortly after the bin lorry pulled up, my doorbell rang and there he was, grinning as always. I was soon bent over the stairs with him ramming into me, before getting down on my knees to clean up his cock once he had unloaded in me. That visit to the clinic never happened, but the bin crew breaktime routine was repeated throughout that working week. “You got plans tonight?” Damian asked me, as he zipped up his shorts on the Friday. “No” I said. “Cool” he replied. “OK if I come round later then?” “Sure” I said, smiling at him. This time my fridge was fully loaded with beers and ready-to-eat food, and I picked up a few packets of cigarettes as well. I left piles of tissues and packets of lube all round the house, and put a pile of clean towels out on the bed for him to use if he wanted to shower. When he turned up again around 4pm, grizzling slightly about having been sent off to finish another crew’s round, his grin returned as he saw how well prepared I was for his visit. He rewarded me for my efforts with a really great fuck on the sofa, and then we settled down outside for a couple of beers. He was relaxed and chatty, and I started to realise that he actually kind of liked me, being genuinely interested when I talked about my life or work. He never pushed the poz conversation, though was happy to answer questions about what it was like converting or whatever. He told me he was closeted at work on all fronts, but outside of that he was open about it all, including with his mum and brothers. He lived alone in a bedsit near the waste depot, being a bit vague about why he wasn’t still living with his mum, particularly as his hookups were always at the other guy’s house, in a club, or out in some woods or equivalent. I was a little taken aback when he said I was the only guy he was hooking up with at the moment, having assumed he must be finding fun elsewhere after his shift, but it turned out he was doing some extra work with a mate on some landscaping most afternoons to earn a bit more money that left him knackered by the evenings, so his late morning visits to me were currently his whole sex life. We went upstairs after that, so he could shower and then take me doggy style on the bed. When he blew inside me he collapsed forward, and I splayed down to be lying flat on my front with him on my back. He didn’t pull out, instead just lying there getting his breath back. Even when he had calmed down he stayed there, and then I felt him start to nuzzle me a bit. I moved my head to give him better access to the side of my neck, and he started kissing and licking my skin more deeply. After a few moments of this he gave a tentative push forward with his body, and in no time he was thrusting into my cum-filled hole again while he continued kissing my neck. With his weight on me, my hole sending out waves of pleasure, the soft tickling and kissing on my skin, and his heavy breathing close to my ear, I closed my eyes and began to feel like all there was in the universe was him and me, something I had never experienced even in the two significant relationships I’d had in my twenties. This continued even as he blew in me, and only ended when he started to lift himself up and pull out. I just laid on my front as he went to take a piss, basking in the afterglow of an incredible fuck. “You get me so fucking hot” he said, as he came back out of the bathroom and stopped to look at me. “Likewise” I replied, turning my head to face him. He gave me a big grin, before indicating it was time for a cigarette. I wearily hauled myself up and threw on some shorts, and then we went downstairs and out to the garden, stopping briefly to open some beers. This time we just sat in silence in the garden, sharing glances and smiling at each other occasionally, with him reaching over with his foot to gently rub mine at one point. Then we were back inside, and I bent over the kitchen table and wiggled my arse at him as seductively as I could manage. He came up behind me and pulled down my shorts, and then surprised me by squatting down and planting his face between my cheeks. He gave me an expert rim job that had me holding a hand over my mouth to stifle the moans, and then he was standing back up and pushing into me. As he gently fucked me he rubbed my back, and I arched it while often looking back at him as he thrust in and out. Feeling so ludicrously turned on, I then reached for the cigarettes on the table, popped two in my mouth and lit them, before passing one back to him. This was my house, and I wanted to smoke with this sexy fucker while he gave me what I needed. He looked so hot with the cigarette perched between his lips, his facial expression reflecting the focus and effort he was putting into reaming me out, and I also seriously got off on the nicotine high I was experiencing while I was fucked. I think he sensed I was about as turned on as I ever had been, as he paused quite a few times to prevent his orgasm so he could make it all last longer. Once he finally lost control and his load was deposited, he went over to the sofa to collapse rather than back out into the garden. I got us both some beers as well as a saucer for an ashtray, and sat down beside him. It was only when he spoke that I realised he had deliberately remained indoors so we could talk about something he maybe sensed I might be reluctant to address in potential earshot of the neighbours. “You didn’t go on prep, did you?” he asked. “No” I said. “I meant to get some PEP on Monday and then see about the other stuff, but ended up douching and plugging myself so I’d be ready for you again.” “It’s probably too late now” he said. “I know” I replied. “So you OK with me pozzing you then?” he asked. “More than OK with it” I said, realising the truth for the first time as I spoke it out loud. “I want you to convert me.” “You sure?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “I guess I’ve only just realised it, but I like that you’re not just breeding me but also giving me something extra.” He reached over and gently laid his hand on my thigh, rubbing it a little bit. “Good” he said. “‘Cos I want to keep fucking you.” “Yeah?” I replied. “Yeah” he said. He sat still for a moment, before leaning forward and putting his beer on the narrow coffee table. He reached over and took my beer from me to do the same with it, and then he swivelled his body up and over mine so he was straddling my lap facing me. He looked down into my eyes for a moment, before slowly leaning in. I closed my eyes as his lips met mine, and allowed him to lead as he began to kiss me deeper. I put my arms behind him and rubbed his back, and then ran one up to behind his head so I could pull him in tighter. Our dicks were hardening as we kissed, but we just kept at it for quite a long time rather than giving into the need to fuck again. Eventually he pulled back, and just stared down at me again. “Fuck” he said. “What?” I asked. “You” he said. “You was supposed to just be some lunchtime head.” “I was?” I asked, smiling at him. “Yeah” he said, “but now I just want to take you upstairs and fuck you all night.” “Then get to it stud” I said, winking at him and eliciting another of his intoxicating grins. Aside from some breaks for food, drink and cigarettes, that’s what he did. In every position imaginable, he impaled and fucked me, adding load after load of poz seed to my welcoming hole. Our mouths were often locked together as he railed me, and I came hands-free several times from the thrill of it all. Throughout Saturday he stuck around, with sex, naps, and even some cuddling on the sofa in front of Netflix filling the time. I got to enjoy watching him do press-ups, crunches and other exercises on the kitchen floor a couple of times, and also found out how much he enjoyed being rimmed. Late on the Saturday as we prepared for a pre-sleep fuck, he took my cock into his mouth and swallowed it, starting to show me that he was willing to take as well as give. He didn’t leave until late on Sunday morning, and I took to my bed to catch up on some sleep once he was gone. When I woke up, however, I was sweating and a bit unstable, and immediately knew what was probably happening. We had exchanged mobile numbers before he’d left, so I just sent him a text message with the emojis for sick and biohazard, before collapsing back into bed. I was woken early evening by my doorbell, and after a lot of effort I made it downstairs and cracked open the door to see Damian standing there with a big rucksack in one hand and a Tesco carrier bag in the other. I opened it wider to let him in, before I slid down onto the stairs. He dumped his things in the hallway before helping me get back upstairs, and once I lay down on the bed I passed out.

I chose my current one (two years) because I'm mainly a top, I like my foreskin, so I have it at halfmast. I'm into cock rings and jock straps, plus pigs like my hairy belly - so there a glimpse of my belly and crab ladder. I also like to walk around sex clubs like this - before the real activity starts.

(Continued) One day at work the stud blonde invited me and a few servers at the restaurant to a wedding reception after work that night. We closed up and then followed him in his pickup to the hall where the reception was in full swing. Walking in we were surrounded by a host of young men and women drinking and flirting. Across the room I spotted this 5’ 9” 160 lb buff blonde young stud talking in a group. The cook from work walked over and started talking with the stud and the others in the group. I excused myself from my group and then began to mingle with others while I kept one eye on the new stud. As the party broke up we all headed out to our cars and as I made my way I noticed the cook saying goodbye to the hot stud and then getting into his pickup. I noticed the new jock getting into a black Mustang. As we pulled out of the parking lot the Mustang turned at the stop light and began to proceed in the same direction that I was heading. I followed at a distance and was surprised to find that he was heading towards the area of town where I lived. He turned right off the arterial and began to head down a street very familiar to me. Not wanting to be noticed I continued on my path for a few more blocks. I turned right and began to head towards my house. Passing my uncle’s house, I was shocked to see what appeared to be the same Mustang now in his driveway. I parked my car on the street and quietly made my way up the sidewalk and onto the front porch of the house. Peering in the window, unknown to them, I saw my uncle sitting cross-legged on the floor knee to knee with the blonde young stud. The young jock was in only his boxers, his smooth muscled body glimmering in the light. My uncle, wearing only his jeans, was facing him. His chiseled, developed tanned body was a perfect contrast to that of the up and coming stud. I covertly watched in awe and as I did, I quickly became hard and felt like I was beginning to ooze pre-cum. Taking control of the situation, I moved to the door and rang the bell. Unaware of who was at the door at that time of night, my uncle answered the door in only his jeans. The surprise on his face when he opened the door was palpable. There he was, no shirt, no shoes, only his jeans. He invited me in and as I stepped through the door the smirk on the blonde stud’s face began to grow wide. He, like the cook, was a hormone oozing sex. I followed my uncle into the kitchen and we quickly sat at the table. He offered me a shot of whiskey, which I gladly accepting. I needed to dull my inhibitions. I had a shot and then he had a shot. I quickly asked for another. As I glanced towards the front room, there standing in the breach was the blonde, no shirt or shoes, only the wrestler body in his boxers. What had been teased sitting on the floor was now a full on reality. My uncle motioned for him to enter the kitchen, inviting him in for a shot of whiskey. Rubbing his crotch he grabbed the shot glass and quickly downed the drink.

Inside, it was busier than earlier in the day. Shadowy figures wandered the corridors, their faces lit up blue from the porn flickering on the screens in the booths. I could tell David was excited, and his eyes went wide when he saw an old man lying back on a sofa being sucked by a bald headed man kneeling between his hairy thighs. “Oooh...my!” He gasped. I thought their age and ugliness might put him off, but he was flushed and obviously turned on. “C’mon,” I whispered. We went deeper into the maze of corridors and booths. We had also attracted attention – young, fresh, meat unusual in this sleazy venue. Several men were following us and rubbing their stained crotches. We found ourselves in a dead end. A small room with a flickering TV screen and a round, PVC covered couch in the middle. A chubby old man was bending over the couch, trousers down, watching the porn and being fucked from behind by a skinny, middle-eastern looking guy. David put his hand to his mouth in shock. He had never seen a man being buggered before and he couldn’t take his eyes off the cock appearing and disappearing between the flabby buttocks. “He’s...he’s ...doing it without a condom!” He hissed in my ear. “I know,” I whispered back. “Exciting isn’t it? Slowly, I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock. David gasped as he saw me begin to rub it and looked at me in embarrassment but couldn’t help rubbing the bulge in his own crotch. The small area was filling with men now, old, sleazy, smelling of body odour. There was a sharp tang as someone opened poppers and passed them round. The aroma filled the space and I felt my heart race. David felt it too. “What’s that smell?” He asked. “Poppers. Something to relax you.” I replied as I pulled open his belt, undid his trousers and pushed them and his pants down. He moaned but didn’t resist as his short, stubby cock sprang up below a soft, round belly barely covered in hair. The bottle was pressed to my nose. I breathed deep and felt the solvent fill me with lust. I pushed it against David’s nostril and made him breath it. “Ahhh… what the…” He gasped and sagged against me. An old man fell to his knees and began to suck my cock. At the same time, the group closed in on David. Someone grabbed his head, pulled him forward and slid their cock into his mouth. “Nnnnoo...mmf” He moaned but he steadied himself against the man’s thighs and began to suck despite himself. I realised this was getting heavy. They were more interested in my cousin than me. Not surprising as I saw his ample buttocks pale and glistening with sweat as he bent forward. The middle-eastern guy stopped fucking on the bed. The cock he pulled out from the flabby bottom was wet and surprisingly long. The fat guy made way, and the group of men carried David with them over to the couch. “What...wait! Ian!” He gasped as he found himself bent over the couch, bare bottom upraised. More poppers were being passed round as the middle-eastern guy squeezed lube on his fingers. As he did so, I saw the black biohazard tattoo on his belly and he grinned at me as he applied the lube to David’s arsehole. “Stop...don’t!” Gasped David, but someone gave him poppers and he sagged on the mattress. I moved next to him and stroked his sweaty hair. “Take it easy, “ I whispered. “ It will feel good in a moment.” The middle-eastern guy dropped the lube, grabbed his cock and began to push the meaty head into my cousin’s bottom. “AHHH!...it hurts!” He gasped, but then the fat head opened him up, burst inside and the rest of the slimey cock slid up inside David. His cries turned to groans as the man began to slowly sodomise him. “There” I whispered. “Doesn’t that feel good?” “He’s...he’s not wearing a condom...what if he’s poz?” He gasped, but his body reacted to the thrusting cock, pushing back to meet it. “What if he is?” I said. “Do you want me to stop him? Or do you want his babies?” David sobbed in surrender. His hand sought mine. “ I...I..don’t want him to stop.” I squeezed his hand in reassurance. “Good. You will feel so sexy once it’s in you.” I nodded to the man and pointed at his tattoo. “Very good! Cum, yes?” He smiled and began to thrust more strongly. David gripped my hand and after a minute or two, his buttocks rippled as the man gave a low series of grunts and heavy jerks as he spurted inside the pale body bent before him. I watched the long, glistening cock emerge from David’s arsehole followed by a surprisingly thick drool of cum. He was panting heavily and flushed as he looked up at me with a mixture of excitement and shame. “What...what have I done...but it felt so good.” He made to get up, but I stroked his face then gently held his shoulders down. “Not yet, David. We’ve only just started.” I held some poppers to him and he sniffed it eagerly. An old, bald man dropped his trousers and underwear and eagerly got behind David’s sweating bottom. His veiny thighs had dark blotches on them and his cock was thick and greasy as he thrust it into the dripping hole. “mmmm….yeah!” This time David welcomed the cock up into his backside and I knew his corruption was complete.

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 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."

Back to jacke’s story again. As promised, I have again linked photos to people in the text. the last chapter became very long, so i have split it up. from this chapter, you will be led to the next part with more action. but this one it is not less important, to be able to follow the story well. the next chapter is introduced with this Part 8. I get up. Shit. My plug still in me. Just a sec, I scream to the other side of the door. I grab my pants and just before I want to pull out the butt plug, I think about the stain Leroy had the day before. Oh no… that’s not going to happen to me. So I keep the plug in and pull my pants on. Damm. This feels weird. But hey, nothing to do about this. I walk to the door and open it. Sorry to disturb, the help says. I just wanted to check and clean some stuff up, if I need to. I’m still shirtless, standing at the door. Your date has gone the help asks me. Yeah, he is gone. That was the plan did it not? The help smiles. Yeah, its time each date goes back to his own rooms. I do hope you had a good date, he smiles. Im not sure what to think of this, does he know? Does he suspect we fucked? But I guess I wont be the only one, am i… Yeah, it was nice, we had fun and talked a lot I say. Just pretending all innocent. The help just smiles. He walks up into the room and sees my bed. It’s a bit dirty from sweat and has some cum sports on it. I bed you guys talked a lot and had fun. He reacts to me. I feel my face turning red. The help removes all the stuff from the bed. Just picking this up, to do the washes. Ill get you some new towels, new bed scheets, clean your room and all the stuff. Get a shirt on, he tells me and go enjoy the breakfast in the main building. Its around 10.00 in the morning already, so you don’t want to miss it. I did not wash myself yet, haven’t done my hear etc. so I look a bit wild. But, what choice do I have. Ill do that all later. I quickly put a shirt on and leave the room. wen I walk and I pass the door from Leroy, there is another help, knocking his door. So I guess he’s still in his room to. But.. there is no response. The help takes his pass and unlocks the door. I can smell a sweaty, cummy, sticky smell coming out of the room. Dammm, I guess he had a party this night, I think to myself. I hear a bit of mumble. It seems Leroy is still in his room. Plz, help me fot a bit, I hear. Together whit the help I walk into his room. And then I see him. He is lying naked, on his back on the bed. His face turned to the ceiling. His eyes, tired. His arms and hands, just lying in some sort of weird position. He has some blue spots near his back, like bruises. His legs spread wide open and his cock soft lying on his belly. The part of his ass that I can see from were I stand, is red. Red like fire. It looks bruised, whipped and torn apart. His hole, still open and dripping out a mix of annal fluid, cum and blood. It has created several red/yellow spots on his bed and sheets. His bed is wet from sweat and I don’t know what ells. No way, this is only from Leroy’s body. On the floor there are several spots more. All red/yellow. The same mix of annal fluid, cum and blood. On the walls, I can clearly see his body print, were he roughly has been pressed against. What the fuck happened here? Did Jason do this? Did he treat Leroy like this???? The help looks at me, can you support me. We need to get your friend back on his feet. We both walk further to the bed. I bed over him, just in front of his face and wisper to him. Its ok, we are here, we will help you my friend. Calm down. I want to take Leroy in my arms, but the stops me. Let him ly down. Take the pain relief ointment, over there, he points to me. I grab it and want to give it to the help. Nu, he says to me. You do this. Lube your fingers whit it, and massage it in his hole. Be sure do do it deep and massage it good. It will help him. Im going to get him some cooling cloths, for his bruises and his ass. Ill get a pill to wake him up and give him some energy to. The help walks out and there I am, whit the ointment in my hands. So, I pure it on my fingers and I place them against his sphincter. I never thought, I would finger a hole, not like this, not Leroy’s. Here it coms, I say to him. I push whit 2 fingers, but there is no resistance. My fingers just go in real easily and I can feel why. He’s filed up. I feel the cum, blood and anal fluid around my fingers. His tore up sphincter at the base of my fingers. He feels so wet, warm and sticky. Its.. its… hot. Cum is dripping out his hole, along my fingers and hand. I start to massage his insides. Leroy starts to moan a bit. I guess, even whit his hole like this, he still likes it and still wants it. I di this for at least 5 minutes, wile my own cock is reacting to it and is getting hard. It does not leave Leroy unwilling and I can see his grow to. The help gets back and I pull my fingers out. He brought cooling cloths, that he lay under Leroys ass and his back. He gives me the pill, that Leroy can take. He has some sort of enema that he pushes into Leroy. It’s a pain reliever to, it helps the healing inside, but this one for even deeper then were your fingers went. Soon he won’t have any problem whit it anymore. It just takes a bit time. It won’t heal or protect other things he is exposed to, he winks at me. What did the help mean by that? Ok, you can now help him up, its all in. I get to his face again and softly pull Leroy up, his face against my chest. It will be ok, I whisper. Here take this pill. It will help you back on the feet. And I put it in his mouth. Leroy swallows. Just wait 15 min the help says. Hel be back up his by then. And indeed. 15 minutes later, Leroy is back, full of energy. Thank you guys, he says to us, really. You both are good nurses. We laugh whit it. Well, your not the only guy, in the hotel, that has this. We see it every year, number of times. Now, guys, be fast, get your pants and shirt on and head for a breakfast. You only have a half hour left. We both get up and start to walk, to the main building for our breakfast. Both of us, walk funny. Leroy, because his ass is torn apart and everything needs to get back in order. Me, because I still have the butt plug in. We crash at the breakfast ad both of us eat a bit. We look like shit. Our hair is not done and everyone can clearly see we had a wild night. But… we are not the only ones. More guys on the B list, look like this. Soooo… uhhhh. What happed Leroy? I start to ask him softly. Well. What do you think yourself, he reacts to me. We fucked. Well actually, he fucked me to be exact. All night long, whenever and how he wanted. And I let him. I offered my hole to him. He hurt you. i can see that, I tell him a bit mad. Leroy reacts. He did what he needed and what I wanted. And it was one hell of a fuck, or fucks… he grins. What about you Jake? How was your date and he starts to grin at me. Well. I got fucked to. By mark. And.. not just once... He was so dam good and hot. Bare? Yeah bare, we had just 1 condom so what do you think? The same like you I guess Leroy. Leroy grins. Congratulations then, you’re a cumdump like me he laughs. So.. tell me all, Leroy smiles to me. And I tell him all of the story. Leroy, did not tell me all. Just that he had fun but not more. Not even that mark came by. So I did wake up 2 times from loud yelling and banging in our floor, I tell to Leroy it sounded like someone was really fighting or really drunk and kept falling over. this must have hurt because i heard someone yelling too. didn't you hear anything? leroy laughs, i didn't hear anything, i had my own deal deal, i say? yes says leroy, with my date i mean and starts laughing. that wasn't you, was it? and I look at leroy... because you have all those bruises… was it? someone yelled poz me poz me poz me... before Leroy can answer both my questions, our smart watches light up. A message. We have to get to a info panel. So, we stand up, and both walk a bit strange. I have still my buttplug in, and leroy… wel… his ass is bruised… We walk outside to one of the info panels. Leroy logs in first. Oh he said, I have to go to the infirmary. I need to be there, in about 1,5 hour. I it is a health check. I guess they want to look to my ass, how bruised I am and if I need something. After Leroy I log in. an invitation, for the a roulette game. Oh, yeah.. It reminds me. Paul indeed clicked on the option to play 7 roulette games. To make our stay a lot cheaper. So, I guess this will be number 1. Well, what could it be? Something like blackjack, or roll the dice? Or.. well whatever. I log off again and we both start to walk to our rooms. We still have to refresh ourselves. In the room and grab a shower. My buttplug is still in, so I slowly pull it out in the shower. I can hear it plop out. I’m looking down, but there is nu cum or anything leaking. I guess my hole took it all in? there is no blood on the plug. strange… I did taste some on Marks cock this morning. But hey, I guess my hole is ok. It even starts to thigh up again. I shower, get my hair done, shave my sort of little mustache and beard (you can actually hardly see I have some hears there), shave my pubic hair, get some deo and perfume and take a new set of clothes. Well, as good as new and looking hot, I think, when I see myself in the mirror. I is almost time for the roulette game, so I head out. I don’t stop by at Leroys, he has to go to the infirmary, so watts the point. I have to go true the hotel garden, which is actually very big and I had not been yet. it takes longer than I thought to reach the location. There are a separate standing round building. It looks like some sort of bunkers. they has big walls, no windows and just 1 door. I have to be at building 2. at the entrance, there are some guys already. I greet them. They have different ages, but I guess the oldest is about 30. They all look fit and cute. There is no one I know. I want to start some small talk, but then a host opens the door Come in plz, and hold your smart watch against this panel. We all do as told and start to walk in. Everyone sees a green beeping, that he is allowed to enter. We follow the host inside and we are being let to a room. Its dark, some chains hanging there and lockers. The host takes the lead. Welcome to the roulette game guys. Nice to see that you all joined in. Each of you has a locker over here. It opens and closes whit your smart watch. Inside you will find a outfit to wear. Plz put that on. Put your own clothes in the locker and close it again. You can pick them up later. Ok I think, lets see the locker then. Every guy has a tight jockstrap in it, only the colors are different. So in just a few minutes we are all naked and putting them on. Damm. My eyes catch so many asses… Some of the guys are really hot. Meanwhile I start some small talk whit some guys to pass some time, introduce myself and see if the others know what this is all about. I chat whit a guy named Kayode. He is all black, around 21 years old, looks pretty hot to me, muscular and he tells me he is from Africa. He wears a pair of white tight underwear whit a red upper part. I really like him. Hes very friendly. he tells me his name means; bringing joy. Well, I think to myself, any boy that dates you, has joy indeed. He is really handsome. He is staying in the same building as me. It’s the 18-21 part bttm neg building and has a room on the other side of the hall. the host starts talking again. Pay attention please. Lets explain this event game to you all. You all signed in, wen you made the booking. So you have to play. There is no way out and all doors will be locked. We have 3 separated buildings like this one, in this part of the garden Inside each building we have 3 separated rooms round rooms. At the outside part of these buildings, we have these locker rooms and some private rooms. The buildings are sound proof, no windows at all. We play 3 games, after each game, which the animation team of the hotel has set up for you. you will come back in these lockerrooms after each game. The 3 games counts as 1 roulette game, you signed in to. We have several groups, so all the rooms will be occupied at the same time, in all the 3 buildings the winner of each building, will get his price after. The first game, will be VIP guest only. The second and third game, normal guests join. They were picked by lottery If you now follow me please. I’ll bring you to the play room. Watch out, the room will be dark. We all follow the host. We are whit 12 guys from this locker room. We walk in a line in a small hallway. its a bit hot in there. a smell of moisture is comming from the walls. i walk there in my jockstraps, to a game, i dont know of yet. if somone sees this.... but the camera Always watches. I can see a door in the hallway were we suppose to enter. The host leads us. Its very dark in the room and I almost cant see anything, a guy is walking in front of me. I almost bump to him, wen he stops. We have to stand next to each other, barley seeing anything. It feels warm in the room, there is almost no breeze. It sounds hollow. I guess that’s because of the shape of the building and rooms, big circles. there i stand. waiting, for what is to come. This is no soccer match, dart game, volleyball or some kind of game... this... is somthing else.... Somthing dark... i hope the animation team of the hotel, has done there job well and came up with something original..

Part 7 (Date Night Event - Leroy) this is a side story. as you could read in part 6 about the date night event. this story, is the story of that night of Leroy. The building to this event can be largely read in part 6.1 this side story starts when the VIP guests are brought to their dates. watch out. Jake is just starting to discover. Leroy is a lot more willing and rougher as bttm, than Jake. this story is also a lot rougher. Furthermore i have opened a gallery, to give an impression of the characters in the story. Hopefully you find this something to add up to the storyline. if not, you don't have to do anything with it of course. i will add characters to each chapter, who appear. [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/gallery/album/11821-poz-hotel-storyline photo of Leroy photo of Mark and another photo of Mark photo of Jason ---------------- Leroy watches the date being brought to Jake. Fuck, what a hunk. The hottest and biggest guy of all the VIPs... and he is brought to Jake. He is lucky. I would have liked to have him too. I wonder if Jake knows that most VIPs pay extra for this special VIP status, so they can get more fucks and often get priority at events like this. Most guys want this VIP status so they can make a choice to fuck guaranteed negs and virgins. I guess... there were more candidates who wanted Jake Would Jake also know that the VIPs are often poz who want to dump their load and breed? To make sure that they pass on their potent poz seed. Should i inform and warn Jake? But he must know what the intention of this hotel is, otherwise you wouldn't just come here for a holiday. Besides, i don't know their exact status. toxic, meds, or maybe whit some small chances neg? And if i tell him something, before the exposing party ….and the hotel finds out…. then i might get kicked out. It is against the rules. That will definitely not happen to me, because i still want a lot of cum up my hole. No way I take that risk. I see a helper slowly walking towards me, followed by another VIP. Isn't that the guy I sucked off at the airport? who could squirt so much? Jake knew him he once mentioned his name. Jason I think? Yeah that was his name… Jason. He'll probably has a good bttm date to fill up. Who would I get? I look at the back of the room and see the non-VIPs already standing. Daddy is almost at the front, together with the group he was sitting with at the buffet table earlier. There are also some younger tops there. would he be my date and fuck me again? No definitely not. The hotel knows that daddy fucked me so they will definitely not pair us up now. They know everything. They will pair me up with someone else I guess. The help is getting closer with Jason following behind. i smile, if Jason walks by, then maybe i will get his attention for later, I think. Then the helper suddenly stops at my table. Your VIP date he says. Jason smiles at me, we know each other, he winks. From the airport. Back then I got your mouth, now I want that ass… and he sits down. He wears neat black pants, a white shirt, but completely buttoned up, not like Jake's date. He is wearing a red tie on it. It looks very neat and styled. This does not really suit his character, because is more rough and nasty. we shake hands. i will definitely offer you my ass i wink back. the helper walks away from our table. Jason gives me a glass of champagne. Let’s drink to a wild night and we toast. We chat briefly. It comes up that Jason does indeed know Jake by his friend Paul, but that Paul was too sick to come. i don't ask what Paul has and he doesn't say that he fucked him. I can only guess that part. there is a box on the table, just as it is on all the other tables. i grab it and open it. There is a card in it. Congratulations on your VIP date. the VIP has chosen you. Make it worth it. You are registered as neg, bttm. You have to make the following choice; either you take the lead or you give the lead to your date. This has consequences for later choices, which are ready in the room. This one is easy, I'll take the lead I say out loud to Jason. Then I'll at least have some influence, to get my ass full of cum again I think to myself Too bad says Jason and takes another sip of champagne. I would love to take the lead. But that’s your choice. Should we go to your room then? Jason asks me. i nod and we both stand up. I want to wave to Jake, but he is so busy with his date that he doesn't see us leaving. Oh well never mind i think to myself. As soon as we walk up the stairs, i feel a hand on my butt. Every now and then Jason squeezes it. He doesn't let go. Everyone we pass, sees this. Jason is showing off my ass like this and that he is going to own my ass for tonight. Slowly but steady, we walk all the way up to my room. An help is in the hallway on the way to my room. He sees Jason’s hand on my butt. and i willingly let this happen. Have fun he greets us. And we walk to my room. As soon as i close the door behind me i see Jason already taking off his shirt. He points to the letter that is hanging near the door. Naked he asks? I smile, no clothes needed here for the both of us I tell him. I quickly throw everything off and see him do the same. Into the bath he says to me and I quickly walk through the bathroom. There is a warm filled bath with foam waiting for us. Next to it is a table with more champagne. We don’t touch the champagne yet and I step into the bath and sit down. I feel the warm water and foam against me. Wonderful like this, certainly also for my ass which slowly seems to tight up again, after my fuck in the toilets earlier on the day. I turn my head to see where Jason is, but I'm looking straight at his cock and balls, hanging in front of my face. You still remember this one, slut. I see that his cock is already hard, it's shiny. There are some slimy threads on it. I haven't washed this one yet, he smiles. Just fucked a good thigh ass a half hour ago and before that time another one. so it's your job to lick it clean. I grab his cock and balls at the base and move my head towards them. I start licking his cock. I taste the ass juice and mix of cum, from someone Jason just fucked. Jason moans while I suck him. My tongue slides along his shaft and I make circles with my tongue. i taste his previous action, his old cum mixed with moisture from another ass. dammm, that guy must be happy. But now it's my time to take that cock, i think laughing His balls are tight and i start playing with them in my hands. Every now and then i sink with my mouth and take a ball in his mouth too. These are harder to suck, they are huge. His balls are full of cum. I kiss them and I smell them. i can still taste the bttm guys he took before me. their ass flavors, one tastes sharper than the other, some blood and the salty taste of jason's cum that he squirted earlier. i lick him clean as best i can. Sometimes his pole slides deep into my throat. I can handle it even though my eyes get red. i look up at his face, while his cock is deep in my throat. then my eye falls on a tattoo on his left chest. How could i have missed this at first? A black biohazard tattoo on his left chest. It stands out sharply from his skin. On his right chest; a small scorpion with a red drip of blood tattooed. I gasp, fuck yeah. I can hardly believe it, a poz guy. Now i know why jake’s friend Paul got sick and what he has. There is no other way Jason fucked him to…..I'm jealous…. But that won't last long I think to myself, I'm going to ride this cock, all night…. that's why I still have to wear a shirt, until the exposing party, Jason laughs. But now you know. Only you and those guys I fucked. He rams his pole deep into my throat so that I start gagging, sitting in the bath tub He holds my head tight and fucks my throat so hard. puge runs down my mouth. Down my neck and chest into the bathtub. you've licked my pole clean now, Jason laughs. That’s a good start boy. My puge glistens over his pole. He’s so wet and slimy, that I think he can easily push it up my hole like this. It has to go up my hole. you don't think I'm going to take your ass, with such a wet and slimy pole, that he slides in easy like that. He asks to me. You have to feel it rough, you have to encounter pain and pleasure. and he starts to wash all the puge off his dick again. I stand up from the bath and start kissing him. Shit I say to him, this could be the fuck that changes me. He laughs, you'll find out later. The exposing party will come soon. i step out the bath and ask him to follow me. Together we walk to the bedroom. I am wet from the bath and sit on the bed. The bed gets wet instantly, but I don’t care at all. 2 boxes are on the bed and we both open them quickly. shit i say to Jason. i have to choose 2 items and you? 1 he says to me. we both look in each other's boxes. fuck... what should i choose now? Looking in my box, there is Lubricant, 1 condom, 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) and a anal pain relief ointment for after the fuck. i… I… I don’t want to use lube, I want to feel you rough and hard… I don’t want a condom, I want you bare and of course I want to witness all of my fuck so no pil for me. So I take the anal pain ointment for tomorrow morning. But the second item? I look at Jason’s box again and then I pick out the condom out of my own box. This one. Jason looks up, what? The condom? The 1 condom??? Yeah I laugh. It’s just one, so…. I smile. But we won’t fuck just once this night… Jason looks a bit mad, but I don’t like to fuck whit condoms at all, boy. Not even once. I laugh to him again, then you know what you need to pick and I point him to the needle in his box. Jason starts laughing. You naughty boy. Ok, I’ll pick the needle. I put the boxes away and put the pain reliever on a desk for tomorrow morning. I lay the condom on bed and grab the needle. I give it to Jason. It’s an honor if you do this. Jason takes the needle. Whit power, he stabs trough the condom wrapping. Here he says, your condom is ready, while we both laugh to each other. wait a second Jason says then to me. If you really wants this… lets get the help in first. He can prep your hole if you want this, and moves his finger along his biohazard tattoo. His finger is going around the shapes of is tattoo and then slowly going to the other side of his chest to his scorpion tattoo whit blood drip. Meanwhile he says to me; so it stings better and it has more chance, wile he points out to the blood drip on the tattoo. I nod. Jason walks to the door and waves to the help in the hall. Come here, and start helping, do your job… The help walks in, but then Jason stops him. He points to the note. Naked. He tells him. So before I know it, I have Jake and a help naked in my room. The help is about my age I think. Smooth chest, shaved all over and a nice tan. I don’t fuck guys, he tells us. I’m just here to help, that’s my job. Jason laughs. Well help that boy then, to prep his ass for a sting like this. He points out to his cock and tattoo again. The help nods and says to Jason. You can’t tell him if your toxic or not, yet…. He has to guess till the exposing party. Then he will know. You really want this, mate, he says to me. Fuck yeahhh. I almost yell to him. Meanwhile Leroy walks in and out of my bathroom. Prep him, whit this and I can see Leroy gives the help my toothbrush. My own toothbrush, that I need tomorrow morning to brush my teeth again. Damm, my date is filthy I think to myself. If its not mine, it will be a other load that will poz his ass. But this holiday, he will be pozzed. Jason grins. I smile to the camera. Dam, daddy will see this when he gets the photos and videos of me. He will love this. I get on the bed on my knees. My ass up in the air and exposed. My mouth in the pillow. Prep me, i shout, and push my mouth real hard down in the pillow. Just in case I will yell, so not the hole hotel will hear me getting prepped. The help walks over and watches the toothbrush. It is still pretty new. Het puts the brush against my sphincter. Don’t be soft, Leroy says to the help. He likes it hard and rough. Then…. A sharp stinging pain. A Scratching, filling, clod pain…. I yell. It hurts like hell. The toothbrush gets shove in real deep. It burns, it stings. I can feel the cold of my toothbrush up my hole. The help is just brushing my hole like hell. In-out-in-out. I don’t have time to even calm down. He brushes fast and deep. It hurts like hell. My body is reacting en all my muscles tight up. Even my hole gets real tight, it hurts me even more. I can feel it deep in me. Tears run out of my eyes, but I stay in position. I yell hard in the pillow. Just in between, I can wine to him; prep me good. I can feel the coldness of the toothbrush getting replaced by a warm and wet feeling. It keeps getting warmer and warmer. The more it brushes, the more I feel the heat. After some 15 min the help gets the toothbrush out. He shows it to us. Its red, blood red. Jason laughs. Perfect. Now you’re ready. I can see the help is hard from all the prepping he has done to me. So I drop on my knees fast, in front of him, to thank him. I start to lick his cock. Sorry I can’t, the help says to me. Oh what, I tell him, you prepped me, so I need to thank you for that and start to swallow his cock all up my throat. I suck him and I feel his cock grow in me. I keep sucking him hard. I can’t, I can’t. He moans, but he does not pull back. You can’t fuck him, Jason says to him, but that does not mean, he can’t suck you off. He put his arm around the help. Enjoy this. The help starts moaning. I lick his cock and his balls, they taste good. It is not the biggest cock, but also not the smallest I took. I take his cock back in deep in my throat again. I can feel his hands grabbing the back of my head and then he starts to mouth fuck me. He pounds my mouth hard and soft. Deep and then just half way. My spit it dripping on the floor. I let him use my mouth, like a fleshjack, while Jason still stands next to him. I can see Jason likes it to. He likes to watch me sucking that helps cock. I hold my eyes locked on Jason, while the help face fucks me. Jason knows. Im his slut, ill do whatever he likes. This show is for him. After 10 min the help starts to moan lout. I’m cumming im cumming. His hands grab my head tight and he pushes his cock all the way down my throat. I can feel his cum shooting, deep in my throat. His cock pulses in my mouth. No way I let his cum go to waste. I want this cum way to bad. I start swallowing. I swallow it all. Wave after wave of cum. The help shivers. His cock pulses and stops shooting cum. I licks my tongue around his cock, so I’m sure I took all of his cum and no parts are left. Thx, the help says and takes his cock out my mouth. I wipe my lips off and lick it all up. He tastes good. I can see Jason smiling next to him, rock hard. He liked the show. Now you guys, start playing, the help says. The help moves away, get his clothes on and walks to the door. Ill leave you both, but I’ll watch the live stream, as he points to the camera. He walks out and closes the door behind him. I can see it’s late already, we played a long time. And it was only fore play. Now its time for us to start. I stand up and grab the prepped condom. I unwrap it and slowly slide it over Jason’s hard cock. I can see a small hole on the tip. If it breaks fully, we get it off, so be sure it breaks fast I say to Jason. Pointing to his cock, in front of the camera, hoping the help is already watching. If not, it will be a hell of a video for my daddy at home. I push myself to the wall, standing and my hole arched back. Jason laughs. It’s a hell of a mess, that hole of yours. it is nice and red. Jason put his cock against my sphincter. Lets break that hole…. Then he pushes. Not softly, but hard. Real hard. There is no holding back from him. I can feel my sphincter crack instantly. Painful. Scratching. I wimp, moan and yell hard. He just pounds real hard and his cock shoots up my hole. My hole is on fire. It burns like hell. I get smashed against the wall, a hard bang. I cry real hard and start to groaning. Fuck me fuck me I yell it out…. So loud, that even outside the room, people had to hear it. Shittttt. My ass tears open. I feel Jason deep inside me. Fuck… fuck…. I try to get my breath. Perfect slut, Jason says to me, you can scream, that will make me go even harder. I feel him push real hard again. A sharp pain. I can feel his cock against my second hole. But Jason does not hold back. He just shoves it fast in there. My second hole rips. I yell so hard. My hole my hole…. Jason is really filling me up now. It hurts. It feels like he tears my sphincter and second hole to pieces. These must be full of wounds, he punches them so hard… i can hardly breathe. But it's going so fast. And i don't want it to stop. My hole is his... to use fuck me, fuck me, fill my hole. I exclaim as soon as I catch my breath again. I can feel his cock so deep in me. he fills me up whit his cock deep up my hole. this is what i want, this is what i was made for. My hole just pulse and tightens around his cock. Whit that, I feel a snap up my hole. That must be the prepped condom. It broke. I smile in pain at Jason’s. Now I have your bare cock in my bare ripped hole I moan. That right slut he says while he pulls my head back by my longer hair. he starts fucking me. He grabs my nipples whit his other hand and play them wile he pounds me. I push my ass back so he has good access. I feel that his rapped cock is going bare. The condom is rolling back to hiss haft. His cock feels dry in me, instead of the condom. His dry cock fucks me hard and my hole keeps gripping it. He is tearing my hole up even more whit that. your hole feels so good, he whispers in my ear. My cock loves it… Sweat is dripping from me, from pain, heat and intense movement. At every pound he does, I push my ass back. I can feel his cock going even deeper. I can hear my own ass slapping against his groin, each time we pound to each other. His hands grab my thighs and push me each thrust, to him. His cock deep in me. the pain slowly fades away. my hole numbs, as if my body is surrendering. slowly i start to enjoy it more. As if my body cant do anything ells, to protect me and just replaces pain for enjoying in this moment. his cock, thrusting hard in and out of me. a biohazard guy, fucking me bare. a probable toxix poz guy. deep in my hole. his fuck slut for the night…. I can feel his cock pulse and he holds me tight. Jason huffs, moans and groans. I’m loading you, I’m loading you…. I can feel his cock spasm in me and then… a warm wet shot after shot. He is Cumming in me. I moan hard. Mmmm, I love it. his cum squirting deep into my 2nd ring. i feel it. his cum in my ripped open ass. it burns... and he just keeps on squirting. load after load his cum against my hole wounds. It burns so good. I am his…. I grab his head, that is just behind me and I kiss him. Ill be your poz slutty boy I moan to him. Jason just grins. Who knows… He pulls his cock out of me and pushes me down. His cock is wet from my hole. Blood strains are all over his cock. Jason does not need to order or say anything. Happily I start to clean his cock. I suck him deep and I taste his poz cum and my own ass. I keep sucking him, deeper and harder. The broken condom hangs around the base from his cock. It is all torn apart and is slapping my chin wile I suck him. I suck him till I feel his cock starting to swell again. I get up fast, rip the torn condom of his cock off and turn around again, offering him my hole again. Breed me again, I moan to him. Jason grabs his cock and then just pounds it back in. My hole rips open again and I get pushed against the wall. He fucks me hard again. A mix of pain and pleasure. His balls are tight, slapping my ass. my face against the wall, grinding from his thrusts against the wall. it hurts, but i don't protest. no i want it. let him use me. Fuck he groans, here comes load 2. He spasms wen he starts to cum again. My hole gets flooded by his cum again. I love it. I feel so full and warm with happiness or seed. Jason keeps his cock in me for some minutes, getting his breath. Boy, he says, you can take cock…. Your ass is made for it. He gets his cock out again. I hear drips of cum and hole fluid dripping from my hole, on the ground. It gives some red spots on the floor. I turn to him and give him a push, so he falls down on the bed. He is still hard. he sees me thinking, how? how can he still be so hard after he just filled me up twice. I took a blue pill he laughs, just wen that help was prepping you. I smile and I walk to him. I climb on the bed just above his cock. I lower myself and feel him at my Sphincter again. Not that my sphincter can hold anything out my hole now, its so ripped and lose. Ill start to sit right on Jason’s cock and lower myself over it. My hole feels so much better getting filled up. I start riding him. Moaning on his cock. My hands down on his chest, playing with his nipples and rubbing his tattoos. His chest is sweaty and I follow his biohazard and scorpion tattoo whit my fingers wile I keep riding him. I look back to the camera again and wink. I hope that help is watching and jerking himself. I keep riding, fast. Slow deep etc. let you’re cum do the job, I moan. This is what i want. This is my goal. And fuck does this feel good. It hurts, but my body has to surrender to it. i milk him with my hole. i keep riding him Jason starts pounding again. It is like riding a bull. I need to hold myself in place, wile he keeps pounding me. My hands on his chest, on his tattoos. Load 3 he growl. Fuck…fuck… and I can feel another load shooting deep inside me. Then nothing for a while. His dick still deep and hard in me and i keep sitting on it. Smiling i look deep into his eyes. Tired and satisfied already, but as long as Jason can keep fucking, that long i will offer my ass. We are pretty loud, all the fucks. So… Jake could of heard us I tell Jason. Well, he might wants to try my cock to then, Jason laughs. But he is such a pussy. Not knowing that Jake had already took few loads from mark by then. I crash into Jason and keep lying on him. His cock still in me. 3 loads, dammm, I moan, wile I stare at his tattoos, lying on his chest. Well, he says, I’m not done yet. Just when Jason wants to take another ride, there is a knock on the door. Wtf… Jason says. I should have you the whole night, all for myself, so who can that be? I get off his cock and sit back on the bed. I can feel his load slowly dripping out me on the sheets. my sphincter muscle no longer closes. Jason stands up and walks to the door, whit his cock still hard standing in front of him. I hear him talk, he’s letting someone in. He walks back in the room and a guy is behind him. What???? That’s the date of Jake… Mark I believe…. His chest is trimmed, he is way bigger then Jason. But not only his body… he is naked end his cock is standing hard. He is…. Huge…. It is way bigger and fatter then Jason’s cock. And he has a biohazard tattoo to. It is clearly visible in his groin, just besides his short trimmed pubic hair. My date is sleeping, mark says. Just after I took his hole a few times. I clearly heard that you guys were still up and playing. So I wanted to join and get some of that hole I hear getting banged against the walls. so…. Jake also got poz cum in his hole, i think to myself. He got loaded to… does he know this? Does he know that mark is poz? Does he know the meaning of the tattoo. but it's too late anyway. I smile, is this my lucky day? I get up from the bed and walk to mark. I grab his cock and lead him further into the room. I would happy to let you join in. Give me a load from that cock, if jason wants to share me this night. Mark and Jason smile. Mark grabs my legs and pushes me up. I get smacked against the wall. He pulls my legs up and my hole gets exposed. Hanging whit my back against the wall, in his arms and my legs over his arms and shoulders. Use that hole, jason laughs. Mark then put his bare cock against my hole. It is big and bare, he says to me, while watching in my eyes. It will only hurts for some minutes. And your lucky, the ass joice from the boy nextdoor (he means jake) is still on my cock, so I am lubed in some kind a way. Then he just lets me drop into his huge big cock. I hear a sucking and wet sound, his cock makes against my sphincter as he goes in. jake's wet ass juice, mixing with mine My eyes get big.. I feel him deep in me. His cock shoots real fast deep in me. But….. deeper then Jason went. Sharp, incredible pain hits me. I feel my hole ripping again. but not just tear it. as if it were torn apart irreparably . I can feel the anal wounds that Jason made in my hole, rip even more. But not just the wounds Jason made. New ones to, deeper in me. I’m getting teared up. it's a pain I've never felt so deep inside me. like I'm being turned inside out I scream load. So hard the hole block can hear. I cry from pain and pleasure. Dammm boy. Mark says. Don’t wake up the boy next door… meaning Jake. It hurts it hurts, fuck, you are so big I yell to him. I know boy, mark says. Jason laughs, it is all for this, and he points again to his biohazard tattoo. Mark starts to pound me. My back knocking in the wall. I moan load. Fuckkkk. This is good, it hurts so good. his cock goes to places in me, where no one has ever been. he fucks me so deep. I feel my body break and giving in. my mind gives itself to him and i only want to satisfy them both. i want to be theirs. Then I yell again poz me, poz me, poz me, like you just did next door. I want you, fuck me, fill me. Mark shuts my mouth whit one hand as he keeps pounding my hole. Not to loud boy. You might wake everyone up. He keeps fucking me like he is possessed. Cum, fluids etc. are leaking from us and dripping on the ground. But i don’t care, I want him, I want them both. my ass is on fire red from pounding. Mark sets me back on my feet and pushes me to Jason. I have to climb on the bed and Jason starts to fuck me again. He feels way smaller, but good. I feel mark behind me and his bare cock is getting placed against my sphincter next to the cock of Jason. Let’s double fuck, and whit that mark just pushes hard in. I have no say in all, I just need to give up my hole. I feel my hole is getting ripped again. I yell again, moaned and fall down on Jason chest. My hole won’t be the same again ever I think. Mark and Jason start to trust both real hard. Sometimes on the same rhythm, sometimes the opposite rhythm. I moan, I growl, I yell. Tears running down my cheeks. But I keep my hole in place, to get double fucked by 2 bare biohazard cocks. I can feel my hole is bloody and teared up. But it has a special and good feeling to, so I keep on going. I keep riding them, even if it hurts, I want it. The bed gets all wet from our sweat and fluid. Sometimes I grab some sheets to wipe myself off, wile having both there cocks fucking me like crazy. My hole is just shred. It burns like hell, it makes no intention to close anymore. I can feel Jason’s cum running down my hole, wile they both keep pounding me. I’m in pain, lots of pain… and lots of pleasure… I fell into Jason’s chest and feel like a fuck doll. I don’t do anything anymore, I cant move, I just let myself getting fucked. I’m to tired, my body is to soft, I’m just broken. I lay there on Jason, wile both guys keep pounding me for about half a hour. I hear them moan, groan, grin, there balls slapping to each other and my hole. There cocks pounding in my hole next to each other in my hole. My hole is lose. And then. I feel them both shake, spasm, both cocks growing in me and shiver. They both loading me whit there cum, at the same time. i feel hard jets spraying into me. a feeling of being filled. my head registers it, but my body doesn't react anymore. my body has given up and just lets it happen. Mark falls down on my back and im sandwiched between them I can’t move. My body is broken and week. The moaning continues and I feel cum leaking out my hole. Who’s cum? I’m not sure. It might be a mix from them both. I’m wet and sticky from there cum and sweat. Thx, Mark says. I had my lose hole whit you now. Now I’m going back to my tight boy, Jake. Have fun guys. And he gets off the bed. His cock slides out of my hole. A strain of cum and blood is getting pulled whit him, falling at my legs and in the bed. But I don’t move. He walks out whit his cock, covered in my ass fluid. I hear the door open and close. He’s back to Jake. Jason turns me on my back. You look like shit he laughs. To bad. But that hole, is still mine and Ill keep using it. Jason starts to fuck me again. I’m done and my mind just turns off. I let him use my body and ass. that’s what i wanted, that’s what i promised. He uses me like a fuck doll, for his own pleasure. He’s not caring, that I don’t have the will and energy to do anything. He just fucks and I receive. That night I stay lying like that. Jason pounded me some few times more before he left the room in the morning. I just can’t move. My body and hole are broken, my hole is leaking like hell. I got fucked all night, by biohazard tops i think to myself. They ruined my hole. They made sure they pozzed me. If they are toxic… But if I have to guess… they are. They did what they came for this holiday and I got what I wanted. I look to the ceiling. Lying on the bed and not moving. I’m in peace.

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.

this part is quite a long one. The plot builds up slowly and it is a softer piece than the previous 2 parts. But it is not finished yet.... 😉 I have divided this chapter into 2 parts. part 2 of chapter 6 is being worked on. Hopefully this chapter with build up will also be appreciated. Thank for all the reactions you guys already gave me. It is very nice to read those. This gives satisfaction to continue. I hope hear from you how you think abpouth this piece and of course, new readers of the hole story line yet. thank you very much Part 6.1 We walk towards the big square. Leroy walks next to me. Out of the corner of my eye I see that the stain on his pants is wet again and starts to get bigger. Jokingly I say to him, that stain is getting bigger, if you keep going like this, those hole pants will be a big stain soon. Leroy laughs back. that's what I hope. It was a big load i think says Leroy, his pole stayed in me spasm for a long time. Whit this, I hope I'm enof cum lubed for the next one, if it's bigger. I look at him questioningly. You can also just use normal lube. Maybe less painful. Leroy starts laughing a bit harder. You really don't know much about it, do you Jake….. My daddy at home has already told me a lot. In this hotel... they don't use much to no lube, except for semen. The more you get fucked here the better it gets. And if my daddy has already logged in at home, and sees that I have been fucked twice in this short time. He would be proud of me. If I go home after this holiday, I guess my daddy fuck me instant, wen I close the front door. I wont even make it to the living room, whiteout getting a load of him. This all makes him so horny…. Sounds like a real daddy, i think, Leroy. I say to him. Slowly it becomes evening, as we walk onto the square. Just in time, 5 minutes to go. We grab another drink and wait for what is to come. The lights on the stage go, the screen starts to burn and the logo of the hotel appears on the screen. A large biohazard sign. i have seen this before i think to myself. But I haven't seen any guys here with it yet. Well, some of them keep a shirt, pants or whatever on, so I have no idea. The owner walks onto the stage and there is applause. Nice to see you all here, he says. or, the ones who aren't busy now he laughs with a grin. Are you all enjoying it? He asks into the microphone. Around me I hear everyone reacting loudly and enthusiastically. This holiday is already a success says the man. I can tell you all, that there have never been so many men present. the hotel is fully booked. And he says. Never there have been shared so many loads on a first day. Everyone start clapping again. For your information, we are either going to decide to build an extra part for next year, or take a new hotel, for this event. But that is not until next year. Let’s celebrate this year first. Your holiday has only just started. Let’s see where we stand, says the man. How many loads have been given already? He points to the big screen where the top page appears. there is a big counter on which suddenly starts to increase. Higher and higher. 10, 20, 30, 50, 80, 100, etc etc. slowly the count becomes slower. And then it stops. At 126 loads. And this all from the official start moment I think to myself?!? Everyone claps enthusiastically. And now, let's see who gave how much and what this does for the top score. On the big screen all 126 loads are filled in with the list of the tops. Next to it is the top 20 with the tops, who has given the most loads?? This with a photo of course. Everyone claps again and is very enthusiastic when the ranking is filled in. I pay close attention. Do I know someone from here? Is the daddy or the man from the toilet among them? The skinny man from the toilet is indeed in there. Place 19 out of 20. Given 4 loads….. Leroy sees it too. Enthusiastically he points, yes… yes… I got one of his. I helped him into the top 20! Then my eye falls on spot 8. is that... is that Jake? With 6 loads given. Yeah it is, it's Jake….. With whom Paul had a date, but is now sick and couldn't come. What a fucker….. He takes what he can get. I notice that i am a bit irritated by it. if Paul knew this... or did he know a little??? Because he did know that Jake had an open relationship and was also with Paul. Now the bttm ranking says the man, and I snap out of my thoughts and look back at the screen. 126 loads are given…. Who has received them!!!!! the number is divided on the screen among all the bttms. I see myself and Leroy briefly with the photo. Of course i shoot down the ladder, but Leroy just up. I am in place 16…. place 16….!!!! Leroy then cheers. With 3 loads taken! I look at Leroy. Who else did you do then, i only know about the daddy and the skinny man on the toilet. Leroy grins. Nobody he says. i don't understand, i say to him. Well... says Leroy. The smart watch registers everything. So that can only mean that either the daddy, or the guy on the toilet, has filled me up with 2 loads. Leroy grins. And if I had to guess... it's the daddy. We’ve spent a lot more time together than with that guy in the toilet. He secretly filled me up once, as a surprise, besides the load that I already knew. Fuck says Leroy, what a surprise! That daddy has been really good to me. Then the next part, says the man on stage. For tonight it is date night. Everyone is paired with someone. And the location he says, for tonight, is in a specially decorated dining hall. This is the hall below, and points to stairs that seem to go to a space under the square. Log in whit your smart watch, on one of the panels or in the room. Everyone who is on the B list (from bttm), is expected in an hour. Your date is listed as anonymous. Every B is assigned to a seat, because we know the linked dates. We linked it our self. The men grins. The T list is not visible to you. When you are on the T list, you can see which B you are linked to. We expect you back here soon. You may only go to the B, at the Date night event, wen we say so. Disqualification will follow if you inform the B about there date. Then we have the VIP guests, who paid more for there status this year. They have already received a notification on their smart watch to report. VIPs were allowed to choose a date from the guest file. Others have been matched by us The date looks like this. You will be warmly welcomed by us with champagne and something nice or playful. Afterwards, it is expected that each B takes his T to his room, where a relaxing warm bath has been filled with more surprises. We expect you to stay together, in a room for the night. This means that a part of the hotel will be empty for tonight, those on the T list, so that we can clean and dress these rooms well for a good stay for everyone. I expect everyone to be dressed neatly for the date night event. There is something in the room for everyone to help with this. What happens in the rooms afterwards, and the man starts laughing in the microphone... that is up to each person. You can all go now… Leroy and i walk towards the room together. Clean yourself well, Leroy laughs, who knows you might get the daddy.... I think Leroy notices that i have become a bit jealous and that i might still want that daddy. I walk in my room and on the bed there is a tight white shirt, a neat black pair of trousers with a gold shiny bow tie. All for tonight. I quickly jump in the shower. The bath next to it is still empty, but the hotel would arrange that. I clean myself thoroughly and a little later i am completely ready and put on my clothes on from the bed. I am looking good, i think to myself. I hear a knock on the door. It is Leroy, ready to go? Come, its time…. Soon we gather at the stairs. Several assistants refer the people on the B list to their seats. They also take me to a table for 2. There is a bottle of champagne cold, with 2 glasses and a red rose. There is a closed golden box on the table. There is a card on it, only open it together with your date. I take a seat and wait. The assistants are still busy. Leroy is also referred to a table. He is sitting at a table next to me. He laughs while waving. We wait…. After about 15 minutes everyone has a seat but no date. The lights are dimmed a bit. A small orchestra starts playing. Quiet music. Atmospheric. The same man, the owner of the event, comes back with a microphone and walks into the hall. A big applause he says, here are our VIP hotel guests first About 50 men walk in. different ages, origins and especially appearance. some seem really handsome and muscular. Others… far from that… Fuck I think, Jake is there too. Does he have VIP status??? Did he pay more to get this privilege??? The assistants walk one by one to a VIP and ask them to follow. They are being brought to the table with their date. I try to turn my eyes away a little, hoping that Jake doesn't see me and hasn't seen me on the list. But a little later i hear an assistant say, you may take a seat here sir. Your B. Dammm, i think. can only mean one guy... I look and see.... A handsome tanned man, i think not too old, somewhere around 40, dark hair, very dark eyes, in which you can completely lose yourself. A well-kept moustache and short beard. Around his neck hangs a small thin gold chain, which runs in the direction of his chest. at the end hangs a round small pendant. He is also wearing a white shirt, but it is very tense so it stands open near his chest. I see short trimmed chest hair, which seems to continue under his open shirt. His sleeves are rolled up and on both hands he has a wide gold bracelet. He has one hand in his trouser pocket; he is wearing black formal trousers just like me. on his trousers he has a black leather belt with a gold colored buckle. In the other hand he has a glass of champagne, in which he has a red rose. He smiles at me. He says, I’m your date. I can hardly believe it. What, he,.... my date.... that hunk... that one..... I'm Mark, You know, you wrote to me earlier, before the vacation, Jake… To show you around in the hotel… I couldn't find you so quickly around here, so I chose you for a date, to make it up to you. Is that Mark, the muscular, hairy daddy type, that has been here 6 times already…. He is…. So hot. I’m sorry i don't have my red tie on like the other vips, he says to me. But this was too tight. With that i see him take it out of his pocket, with the hand he had there. He puts it on the table Next to me I hear another helper saying, here is your date. I look around in shock, afraid that they made a mistake and Mark is not my date after all…. But I see that a date is being brought to Leroy. Also a VIP. The helper is in my field of vision, so I can't see who it is. I hear Leroy enthusiastically greet him. It sounds like he is also happy with his date. I have seen you before I hear... I wonder who that might be. When the helper walks away, I see that his date has already taken a seat. It is Jason... We’re going to have fun, I hear him say to Leroy….. Fuck…. Jason again, whit my friend… dam… Poor Leroy…. Jason will try to get his ass, any way he can… I hope Jason will treat Leroy right and won’t be a jerk. Leroy deserves that. I can hardly get my words out when i look back at mark. He’s pouring in the Champaign already. Ready to toast? We toast together and mark takes the closed box that is on the table and slides it to me. Shall we start with this he says? I slowly open it. There is a card in it. Congratulations on your VIP date. the VIP has chosen you. Make it worth it. You are registered as neg, bttm, virgin. You have to make the following choice/ either he takes the lead or gives the lead to your date. This has consequences for later choices, which are ready in the room. I think carefully, but i have no experience, he does. And which choices? Let’s be crazy. He gets the lead and cross this off. i show it to mark and close the box again. We toast and drink champagne together. We chat a bit, he is quite sociable and before we know it the bottle is already empty. Come, lets keep going to your room says mark. I get up and see that Leroy is already gone. We walk to my room and pass Leroy's room. The door is closed and i see a light on under the door. Leroy is already in his room. I unlock my door. There is a note hanging at the entrance. T; enter in shorts, B enter naked. I turn to Mark. He laughs, what are you waiting for? Undress me to my shorts. Rules are rules I can feel his head working overtime. Can i really take his clothes off... fuck, he's hot, can i really?... I grab his shirt and start to undo it slowly. Button by button. His wide short trimmed hairy chest becomes more and more visible. I touch him with my fingers when i undo it further. His belly, a 6 pack slowly becomes visible. Also slightly hairy. I let the shirt slide off and take a good look at his chest and belly. The gold chain shines on his hairy chest. His belly is hard, his chest muscular, his hands and arms, so big Slowly I go to his crotch. With 1 hand I undo the button of his pants. I look into his face and slowly I bend down, to pull his pants down. Lower and lower. My head goes along his chest, his stomach, I can smell his scent and perfume, still going lower until my head ends at his crotch and I feel the ground with my hands. His pants are all the way down. On my knees I stay sitting, taking off his shoes with my hands, while I look straight at his shorts, his crotch, and it seems very well filled Mark grabs my head and presses me against his crotch. I feel a big, warm, hard cock poking through the fabric, against my cheek. He laughs; I'll help you out, because this is what you wanted, right? I…. i…. ihhh,,,, yeah... I say and take his shoes off while I feel his pole against my cheek. Now you, get undressed. And on the letter it said for you... naked. I don't know how fast, but really fast, I take everything off, a bit ashamed against a trained body like his, although I don't look bad myself. I'm soon standing naked in front of him. He laughs nice!!!! And slaps my bare ass. Hard. I can feel a tingling imprint on my ass. We start walking further into the room. Mark follows me. I guess, he’s looking at my ass, I think to myself. I whould… I look around and am amazed at what has been done in such a short time. rose leafs on the bed, a bottle of champagne with glasses, a box with a name for B and a box for T. what could that mean, but I look a little further. The bed is beautifully made, towels folded into swans etc. Then I hear my name behind me. Jake, are you coming or what? I look behind me but don't see Mark. The sound came from the bathroom and I slowly walk there. I walk into the bathroom and my mouth almost falls open. A warm steaming bath, full of foam, a bottle of champagne with 2 glasses, a overwhelmingly delicious smell and especially... Mark. Who is already in the bath. His chest and shoulders sticking out, wet and with foam. His knees stick out a little from the foam and his shorts… are on the floor. he is naked... in my bath…. Come join me he says. And looks at me horny. Slowly I step into the bath, his hands slide up my legs, he grabs my thighs and helps me into the water, like that, he laughs. He grabs the champagne and shakes it. he gives me a glass and I quickly start drinking, because I don't know where to look and where to leave my hands. Mark quickly refills it. Which I drink half empty again. I notice that I slide away a bit in the bath, my legs along his legs. One of his hands is under water, but where? I don't see it with all the foam. I slide away a bit more and more towards him. It’s only a 1 person bath and we're in it together. In the meantime I can't take my eyes off his wet chest, his nipples hanging just above the water, his beautiful face and that gold chain. it seems to hypnotize me a bit, or did I just drink the drink too quickly? mark takes my hand and places it on his chest. You can touch me, i can see you looking. I feel his short-trimmed chest hair and slowly i slide along his chain, towards his nipples. I touch them. With the tip of my finger i slowly make circles around them. They are soft, with a hard point in the middle. By stretching a hand forward i slide even further through the bath. My legs slide along his and i feel our asses bump together. but... not only his ass. i also feel his balls and his hand. His hand against my hole… His finger tickling… This makes me even hornier and I start to moan. Mark hands me the champagne glass again and I drink it empty. He laughs, you drink it, like it is water. And pours the last bit of Champaign into my glass too. he is sipping his glass. I don’t want to get drunk he says, I want to enjoy… you…. the alcohol does kick in and I start to moan a bit when I feel his finger moving. My limits are flowing away a bit. I finally dare to move a hand towards his crotch under water and soon come across his cock. He is hard, very hard. I clamp my hand around it. But I feel his cock is tay longer than just 1 of my hands. I decide to move my 2nd hand there too and grab his cock whit this one too. With both hands on top of each other, I feel that his cock is still bigger. He’s huge…. he groans softly and then slowly but surely pushes his finger into my hole. I can feel it burning a bit, but also tickling, slowly a bit deeper. i start to pant. This feeling... i don't know that yet. He pushes his finger slowly further in. a burning pleasure…. i lean forward and want to kiss him. but this makes me really slide into the bath. i slide and fall on top of him, my head against his short-trimmed chest, my nose poking in his hair, my mouth against his nipple, our bodies glued together and our cocks touching... i pretend it was meant to be like this, but Mark notices. He goes along with it. licks my nipples, he laughs…. i won't let me say that again, and take his nipple in my mouth. I suck on it. My tongue makes circles. Small hard hairs, from his trimmed chest and nippels, tickle my lips and tongue while i do this. I also feel his pole getting harder against mine. His finger searches my hole again and he slowly slides it into me. I moan and start kissing him now. His beard and moustache scratches my face and mouth, wile I kiss him. I feel his tongue come out and i do the same. Our tongues find each other. Wet, sticky, warm... we kiss, as if we tongue wrestle. The pleasure. But also the ecstasy and yet also, the many glasses of champagne. I can feel a second finger pressing against my hole, which also slowly but surely slides into my hole. I start to gasp. Then he takes them out. Turns you around, he orders me. I quickly do what he says and sit with my ass on his chest. He pulls my ass towards him. I can feel his nose and his mouth between my butt. I feel his tongue searching and then suddenly…. he has found my hole….. He starts to lick it… I moan…. Hard, real hard from pleasure. His warm wet tongue, sliding over and against my hole. Pushing, as if his tongue wants to go in. My cock gets rock hard as it lies against his chest and stomach. With one hand I start to grab his cock and slowly rub up and down. He keeps licking me like that for 10 minutes. i'm going crazy. My head is spinning. I moan and gasp and feel the champagne hitting me more and more. He is building pressure whit his tongue. I can feel it pushing in me. He is making my hole wanting him. My hole is wet of his spit. so wet, that it shines in the light of the bathroom Come he says and pushes me forward. My ass over his chest, to his stomach and suddenly against his cock. His cock head is directly against my hole. i want to put some pressure, feel his cock pressing against my hole. But he stops me. Let’s go to the bed, and think about it first. You have not seen all yet. I get out of the bath and see him standing up too. The foam drips off him. Down his chest. His short-trimmed chest hair shines. The foam sinks further down his stomach; his 6-pack becomes visible again. Further down. Over his thighs. His pole stands straight out, poking through the foam. The foam sinks further down his groin. Short-shaved pubic hair becomes visible and something black. A tattoo in his groin… a point…. When the foam sinks further I see it, the tattoo like the hotel, a biohazard tattoo.... I lick my lips and think; He must have that because he has been coming here for so many years. As a holiday memory, because he likes it here so much. I don't recognize the real meaning of the biohazard symbol yet. It doesn't occur to me that this means. That he is poz. the foam falls down his legs and I grab his hand. I lead him out of the bathroom, to the bed. Wet we fall on the bed. Me on top of him. I immediately start kissing his neck. Slowly I keep kissing downwards. I kiss his nipples again and then slowly further, over his 6-pack, muscle by muscle towards his groin. His shaved pubic hair pricks my chin and my mouth finds his biohazard tattoo. I look at it attentively. Wow, beautiful I think. That is a nice souvenir of the holiday. Especially if you have been here so often, like Mark. Mark wants to say something, but before he can do this, I slowly start to lick his tattoo. I lick along the shape, the edges. Mark gasps. I lick is softly, following the curves and slowly inward. I see that Mark enjoys it. Slowly circling with my tongue. From the outsides, right to the middle of the biohazard tattoo. And then I kiss it. his pole is rock hard. I want him, I want him to be my first. Fuck me, fuck me plzzzz. I ask him. I am ready for my first real dick.

I have a pretty average dick and just use saliva as lube. I love rimming and will spend a long time eating a guys hole and making sure it's really wet. It helps when they occasionally come over with another mans seed in them.

How much longer do we have until R.Kelly gets released?

Congratulations, Watch-me-share-me. I'd say you're among the most fortunate of cumdumps, in that you found (or were found) by a man that sensed your craving, realized who and what you really are, and simply made it possible for you to become that man. Many have to work much harder to figure out how to make their dreams come true. I would add that the implied connection to a religious belief-system is common for many men, but when push comes to shove, the opaqueness of those strictures becomes apparent easily, once we apply our serious thought to the issue. I hope you've thanked that Man who freed you from your inhibitions many times, both verbally and in more thrilling ways as well.

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I need to cum at least twice a day. So if i dont fuck i use my hand to shoot those loads